#Ag 925

[sigalrm]

300. Geburtstag Immanuel Kant by Pascal Volk Via Flickr: 20-Euro-Sammlermünze

[onepiecebdays]

december 30th - absalom

debut chapter: 444

recent chapter: 486

epithet: absalom of the graveyard

age at death: 36

affiliation: thriller bark pirates

bounty: unknown

[mariacallous]

 Our Nation has made tremendous progress in advancing the cause of equality for LGBTQI+ Americans, including in the military.  Despite their courage and great sacrifice, thousands of LGBTQI+ service members were forced out of the military because of their sexual orientation or gender identity.  Many of these patriotic Americans were subject to a court-martial.  While my Administration has taken meaningful action to remedy these problems, the impact of that historical injustice remains.  As Commander in Chief, I am committed to maintaining the finest fighting force in the world.  That means making sure that every member of our military feels safe and respected.

     Accordingly, acting pursuant to the grant of authority in Article II, Section 2, of the Constitution of the United States, I, Joseph R. Biden Jr., do hereby grant a full, complete, and unconditional pardon to persons convicted of unaggravated offenses based on consensual, private conduct with persons age 18 and older under former Article 125 of the Uniform Code of Military Justice (UCMJ), as previously codified at 10 U.S.C. 925, as well as attempts, conspiracies, and solicitations to commit such acts under Articles 80, 81, and 82, UCMJ, 10 U.S.C. 880, 881, 882.  This proclamation applies to convictions during the period from Article 125’s effective date of May 31, 1951, through the December 26, 2013, enactment of section 1707 of the National Defense Authorization Act for Fiscal Year 2014 (Public Law 113-66).

     The purpose of this proclamation is to pardon only offenses based on consensual, private conduct between individuals 18 and older that do not involve any aggravating factor, including:  

     (1)  conduct that would violate 10 U.S.C. 893a, prohibiting activities with military recruits or trainees by a person in a position of special trust;      (2)  conduct that was committed with an individual who was coerced or, because of status, might not have felt able to refuse consent;      (3)  conduct on the part of the applicant constituting fraternization under Article 134 of the UCMJ;      (4)  conduct committed with the spouse of another military member; or      (5)  any factors other than those listed above that were identified by the United States Court of Appeals for the Armed Forces in United States v. Marcum as being outside the scope of Lawrence v. Texas as applied in the military context, 60 M.J. 198, 207–08 (2004).

     The Military Departments (Army, Navy, or Air Force), or in the case of the Coast Guard, the Department of Homeland Security, in conjunction with the Department of Justice, shall provide information about and publicize application procedures for certificates of pardon.  An applicant for a certificate of pardon under this proclamation is to submit an application to the Military Department (Army, Navy, or Air Force) that conducted the court-martial or, in the case of a Coast Guard court-martial, to the Department of Homeland Security.  If the relevant Department determines that the applicant satisfies the criteria under this proclamation, following a review of relevant military justice records, the Department shall submit that determination to the Attorney General, acting through the Pardon Attorney, who shall then issue a certificate of pardon along with information on the process to apply for an upgrade of military discharge.  My Administration strongly encourages veterans who receive a certificate of pardon to apply for an upgrade of military discharge.  

     Although the pardon under this proclamation applies only to the convictions described above, there are other LGBTQI+ individuals who served our Nation and were convicted of other crimes because of their sexual orientation or gender identity.  It is the policy of my Administration to expeditiously consider and to make final pardon determinations with respect to such individuals.

     IN WITNESS WHEREOF, I have hereunto set my hand this twenty-sixth day of June, in the year of our Lord two thousand twenty-four, and of the Independence of the United States of America the two hundred and forty-eighth.                              JOSEPH R. BIDEN JR.

[ssaaaronmontgomery]

hi honey!! im absolutely feral for dbf hotch so sorry in advance lol 😵‍💫

anyways imagine relaxing with him outside by the pool, and you go to bother him. he's sitting on a lawn chair all spread out, smoking a cigarette and as you come up to sit on his lap he blows the smoke in your face. as you're trying to wave the smoke away you frown and ask him if you could try a puff. ofc he says no but eventually he relents. you're against his chest and he lifts your chin and taps your cheek saying "open" and slides the cigarette in. he guides you, and tells you to inhale and hold it, before exhaling. 😮‍💨😩

A Day Off, a Hot Man, and a Cigarette

Warnings: dbf!hotch, cigarettes/smoking, age gap (both adults), pet names (honey and sweetheart), Aaron being a sexy slut all spread out like that mm mm MM😵‍💫😮‍💨, please let me know if I missed anything!

Word count: 925

Pairing: dbf!hotch x gn!reader

A/n: Oh yes yes yes yes 😵‍💫😮‍💨. Hotch smoking is just 😮‍💨 an idea I love to think about. He's the type of man that just looks so hot like that.

Forever tags: @greg-montgomery @boredelle @hotchsdoormat @ssahotchnerr @criminalskies @beardedhotchh @hotchnerbau @ssamorganhotchner @mrs-ssa-hotch @canuck-eh @luvehotch @callm3c0nfus3d @ivyflowers13 @randomuserrs

Hotch tags: @14buddy22 @htchnr

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Minors please DNI****

Aaron is outside by the pool enjoying his day off. It's finally a nice day out after the near constant rain of the last week and he's spending it at your father's house, which you are incredibly happy about. It's just you and him right now and even though you know he's there for relaxation, you can't help bothering him, not that he minds it at all. He actually likes being bothered by you; by other people...maybe not so much.

He's smoking a cigarette and he looks damn good doing it. The way his chest rises when he breathes in and the way he looks when the smoke leaves his lips has you staring at him. It's almost like you're seeing it in slow motion.

You step outside and walk over to him. He looks so hot like this. His hair is slightly messy and he's spread out comfortably. You sit yourself down on his lap and one of his hands finds its home on your waist. He gives you a small smile which you return with a brighter one.

"Are you enjoying your day off?" You ask him and he subconsciously rubs your side as he looks at you. He nods and takes another drag of his cigarette before blowing the smoke out to answer you. It gets in your face and you try to wave it away. "It's been great. Especially when I get to look at you all day." He winks and smirks at you a little. You're still frowning at the smoke he blew in your face and your eyes follow the hand holding the cigarette.

You barely acknowledge his answer before asking him another question. "Can I try it?" You glance at him and his eyebrows are raised now before going slightly furrowed. You've never asked to try it before. "No, honey. I don't think you should." You pout at his words, frowning deeper now. "Why not? You're doing it." "Because I said so. I don't want you starting a bad habit, sweetheart." You huff and lean forward against his chest, your head resting on his shoulder. You understand his point, but you don't have to like it.

Aaron takes one more drag and thinks about your question some more now that you're pouting and huffing at his reluctance to let you try it out. "Please?" You murmur. He goes back and forth on it for a bit and he finally decides to let you. He breaks.

"Fine. You can try." He says with a small hint of a stern tone, but it is mostly soft. You perk up slightly, not expecting him to change his mind.

"Open." Aaron says after gently lifting your head and tapping your cheek. You're surprised because he'd been so reluctant just moments ago. You do as he says, like you always do, and you part your lips for him. "Good." He speaks quietly and slides the cigarette between your lips. "Close and inhale slowly." He directs you and you follow his instructions. You inhale the smoke, the taste of it is horrible and the feeling in your lungs and throat makes you cough.

Aaron rubs your back and shushes you. "Shh. It's okay, try again. Maybe inhale a little less." His voice is gentle. Your eyes sting with a couple of tears and you blink them away. Your throat burns a tiny bit, but you do it again anyway. You take his suggestion and you don't breathe in as much smoke this time. "Good job; now hold it in." He keeps his hands on you, making sure you're steady and keeping you close after removing the cigarette from your mouth. You keep your eyes on his and wait for him to tell you what to do next. "Hold it a little longer..." His hand moves to your cheek and his thumb rubs the soft skin there, the cigarette between two of his fingers.

"Now exhale." And you do so with a slight cough, but it's not nearly as bad as before. The smoke goes into his face and he doesn't bother waving it away like you had done before. He smiles at you and it nearly takes on the shape of a grin. "There you go. You did very well, sweetheart. But I don't want you doing this all the time, understand?" He praises you and then sets a stern rule for you. He knows he can't really control it if you do start up a habit of doing this, but he knows you like to listen to him. You nod your head. "I know I know. I won't. But...I will say, you look really good like this, Aaron. You look hot. You always do, but there's something about you like this...I can't explain it." He chuckles a little and squeezes your side affectionately. He thanks you shyly. It's not often that he doesn't know what to say to someone, but you seem to bring that side out in him more than he thought was possible.

He finishes off the cigarette, which you can't help but watch him do so, and puts it out before pulling you against his chest again. He wasn't expecting this to be something you liked about him, but he's glad he knows now. He's always finding out about these little things he does that you like and find attractive in him, things he would never think someone could find sexy. You're always surprising him and he is always looking forward to those surprises.

[marrziy]

Nate Jacobs x Male Reader

"Somos um ímpar"

                  Euphoria

★. Sinopse: a noitada termina com retrogosto, pois a bebida acentuou seu molejo, e não estar envolto em amarras ao lado de Nate sempre resulta em desgraça quando estão sozinhos.

★. Tags: semi-smut, dark & angst

Avisos: relacionamento abusivo, homofobia internalizada e coerção sexual em local público (estacionamento). Conteúdo sombrio!!!

★. Palavras: 925

2ª pessoa - presente

Você e Nate se despedem de seus amigos na entrada do pub onde viraram a sexta-feira, as largas janelas do estabelecimento refletindo os sorrisos fingidos que cobrem a aflição e a raiva.

Seus passos até o carro são lentos e falhos, enquanto os de Nate são ligeiros e certeiros. Você não vai ter um branco nem acordar fatigado, com dor de cabeça ou enjoado — apesar de almejar o blecaute —, pois não bebeu o suficiente para tais consequências, mas a alteração rendeu risadas altas e danças desinibidas, o que, para seu relacionamento, é combustível puro para o flambê de um dos lados.

Você acelera para alcançar Nate, pondo-se à frente dele e espalmando o peitoral cheio, olhando para cima de encontro ao abismo acastanhado. "Cê tá bravo comigo?" o porquê nunca valia a pena ser questionado, então você fica na ponta dos pés para se desculpar no calor do pescoço perfumado. "Me perdoa… pensei que estava sendo um bom garoto…"

Nate enrijece, sentindo seus lábios roçarem na saliência onde o pomo de Adão trêmula. Ele fica em silêncio por longos e torturantes segundos, enquanto o zumbido distante do trânsito e o grito ocasional de um bêbado tornam o clima uma ocasião menos digna de suicídio.

Quando ele finalmente fala, sua voz é baixa e assustadoramente controlada. "Um bom garoto?" ele repete em tom ameno, amaldiçoando você com o anseio sórdido de que sua cabeça carcomida está tão familiarizada e desaprendeu a viver sem. "É isso que você acha que estava sendo lá?" a mão dele sobe, dedos se curvando na sua nuca, forçando você a permanecer na ponta dos pés.

Você não recua, mesmo sendo sua maior vontade no momento. Sua atitude é oposta ao instinto; você arrasta as duas palmas sobre o peitoral de Nate até estar apertando os ombros dele, sublinhando pavor ao oeste e falsa plenitude ao leste.

"Você me envergonhou, anjo." Nate se curva, sussurrando as palavras no seu ouvido, e há uma nota de decepção na voz dele que faz seu estômago gelar. "Você sabe que eu não gosto quando você chama atenção para si mesmo. Por que você tem que ser tão… espalhafatoso? É constrangedor ver um homem agir como você age nesses lugares. Ninguém gosta disso."

A outra mão dele vem descansar no seu quadril, o aperto firme, possessivo. Nate o puxa para mais perto, colidindo seus peitorais. Você pode sentir cada centímetro do corpo dele, principalmente os vinte que ele faz questão de pressionar contra seu abdômen.

"Pensei que tivesse sido claro…" Nate murmura, esquentando a cartilagem fria da sua orelha com a respiração quente. "Achei que tinha explicado o que aconteceria se você continuasse agindo feito um pirralho..." os dedos dele cravam na carne macia da sua bochecha antes de descerem até sua cintura, afundando ali.

Você não consegue evitar estremecer, deixando escapar um pequeno som dolorido que sobe garganta afora. "Sinto muito." sussurra, como se tivesse medo de expressar existência. "Eu não queria..."

"Shh." Nate o silencia com um sibilo exigente. "Não seja patético. Suas desculpas não valem nada pra mim quando eu não as peço."

Ele segura você naquela posição por um bom tempo, o aperto implacável machucando suas costelas enquanto os olhares namoram. Então, sem aviso, ele te empurra contra a lataria do carro, o metal frio em choque contra suas costas. Nate encurrala você antes que desvie, cobrindo sua estrutura menor com a corpulência dele.

"Creio que você precise de um lembrete sobre a quem você pertence." ele repousa o queixo no seu ombro, iludindo-o com a possibilidade de um abraço ao rodear sua cintura com os braços, mas terminando por apertar as bandas da sua bunda, fartando-se com sua carne ao que gruda seu quadril no dele. "Preciso reafirmar seu lugar, sua posição."

Os dentes de Nate afundam na lateral do seu pescoço, marcando você, reivindicando.

Um suspiro prolongado vaza por entre seus lábios, seu corpo se arrepiando conforme o romper suave da pele — que divide as células e você entre o instinto de se afastar e o desejo vergonhoso crescendo em seu âmago.

"Nate..." você choraminga, sua voz quase inexistente. "Não aqui..." seus dedos trêmulos tentam afastar o homem de quase dois metros, mas sua força não é uma boa aliada.

"Cala a porra da boca!" Nate resmunga irritadiço, entrelaçando os dedos nos seus fios e impulsionando sua cabeça para trás. "Você não pode me dizer onde nem quando." ele se esfrega contra você, rolando o quadril, deixando-o sentir o comprimento duro dele através da calça.

Você engole em seco, quase engasgando, sua boca de repente seca e seu coração batendo forte. Você sabe que deveria pará-lo, que deveria afastá-lo, dizer para ele cair fora, mas não faz nada; está congelado, paralisado pelo filho da puta do medo e pela puta da antecipação que há tempos deixa seu bom senso em frangalhos.

Por mais que você tema a fúria dele, você também a deseja.

Deseja a sensação de ser possuído, de ser colocado em seu lugar.

É doentio, errado, vergonhoso, triste…

Mas é tudo o que você conhece há tanto tempo.

Então, você fica ali, preso. As mãos do seu namorado percorrem seu corpo; os dentes, lábios e a língua dele marcam você como posse.

Você fica e aceita.

Como o bom garoto que deveria ser.

—★🎭📂: Biblioteca

hoje minha paranóia tá pouca, não revisei 100 vezes não, só 99, então finjam demência se virem algum erro.

[homestuckreplay]

🏡 Nine Best Homestuck Moments of 2009 🏡

It’s the end of 2009, and Homestuck is currently sitting at 1088 pages – pretty huge for something that hasn’t even been going for a full year. So as we close out the year and enter what’s sure to be the Homestuck Decade, I thought I’d count down my favorite Homestuck moments of 2009. I’ve loved it all, so it was really hard to narrow down, but when I reflect on this first year of the comic’s existence, this is what sticks in my mind.

9. Rambunctious Crow. (p.350-356)

This is my favorite Dave moment because it’s his irony in action, turned against him by the narrative now that things are getting real. Already knowing that Dave’s losing the betas is a ‘stupid’ and ‘embarrassing’ story (p.294), it still comes as a surprise just how stupid, embarrassing and out of nowhere the reality is. I’m on the crow’s side – it saw something cool and colorful in a grabbable position, and it went for it. It had no idea it was going to get accidentally sylladex-murdered, and I can’t wait to see its new life in Dave’s kernelsprite.

8. Peregrine Mendicant Delivers Justice. (p.844; 892-897; 921-925)

This one is cheating because it’s really ‘everything about PM’. I will give my heart to a paladin character with a big sword and strong ideals, any day – she will kill without a moment’s hesitation if it helps her fulfil her oath to the mail, but she’ll also reward a loyal follower who helps her cause, and this applies to robotic worms as much as it does to other people. She’s a minor character who’s out here behaving like a protagonist and one of her packages could be the thing that saves all the kids.

7. John’s Clever Disguise. (p.45-89)

I wish he was still wearing it. I really do. John acknowledges on page 46 that it’s a really shitty disguise and continues to wear it for several dozen pages. He adds the pipe, switches out the hat, considers a second pipe, and overall tries to perfect it. And he does it all the time too, because Rose calls him out on it! Whether he likes it or not, the spirit of the clown is within John, and I love this section as both a funny surface level gag and when thinking about the deeper meanings of a kid disguising himself in his own home.

6. Rose-Jade Flashback. (p.441-442)

This is my favorite Pesterlog in the comic so far, and sets up a really cool dynamic between Rose and Jade. They’re both talking circles around each other, Rose because she has to sound smart, detached, and in control, and Jade because she has to sound sunny, cryptic, and also in control. But Rose clearly has a lot of respect for Jade, and Jade clearly has a deep understanding of Rose, and those things are surprising – I expected Rose to be more skeptical of Jade’s powers, but instead they’re like light and dark counterparts with similar values of understanding the world around them.

5. Zazzerpan the Learned. (p.358-359)

This might be the one thing that holds Rose back from being my favorite character. How can she possibly ‘find this grisly abomination utterly detestable’. It’s a 20 foot tall statue of a mighty wizard and if you don’t think that’s the sickest shit in the entire world then WHAT is even the point. And the glimpses on page 715 and 757 showing the broken, future Zazzerpan indicate that something is going to happen to him; probably Rose with a giant bludgeoning weapon. Unless I cause a time paradox by appearifying him and putting him in MY house. (He would not fit).

4. Act 1&2 Title Cards. (p.82; 307)

The jokes are excellent, but to me Homestuck is at its best when it lets itself be serious, and page 82 is our first real glimpse of this. These pages let us sit with John and Rose’s mental states for a moment, and they let Hussie stretch their writing skills and play with words. My hope is that these pages will age really well and have a lot of foreshadowing in hindsight, but even if not, they create atmosphere better than any other moments in the comic so far, and they read like prose poetry.

His riddle is Absence itself. It is a mystery dispersing altogether, like the moon's faint reflection, with even one pebble of inquiry dropped in its black well.

Somewhere a zealous god threads these strings between the clouds and the earth, preparing for a symphony it fears impossible to play. And so it threads on, and on, delaying the raise of the conductor's baton.

3. FreshJamz and the Beta Kid Band. (p.77; 222; 337; 822; 830)

All four kids being musically gifted in a comic that incorporates sound is a great move, and the reveal that John can play piano beautifully after he’s spent 76 pages messing up his sylladex and house as he struggles to pick things up was a huge surprise at first. The four kids sharing an interest in video games would have been too obvious, but all of them loving music pokes at the fourth wall and gives them a way to connect on a deeper emotional level even while they are all hiding parts of themselves. It’s a big act of trust to share creative work with people, and seeing all the collaborations on Jade’s FreshJamz page is the best evidence of how close they all are.

2. Rose Adopts Vodka Mutini. (p.926; 1002)

Alright, I love cats. And I know that introducing a cute animal character is a cheap move for getting an audience to fall in love, but cmon, THIS kitten has FOUR EYES that BLINK SEQUENTIALLY and was made in a SLIME CHAMBER as a failed PARADOX CLONE. They CURL UP AND SNOOZE on Rose’s desk and become a TINY VOID CREATURE. I can’t be cynical about this. I am not immune to a tiny sweet face blinking up at me from an anachronistic teapot. I am screaming and crying with how badly I want this cat to curl up with me.

1. [S] WV: Ascend and [S] Jade: Pester John. (p.757; 1073)

I know I’m not alone in loving ‘WV: Ascend’; I’ve read several forum threads where people wax as rhapsodically about it as I do, and I was sad not to see as much love for ‘Jade: Pester John’ (maybe because it does similar work, so isn’t as unexpected). Both these pages are an expansion of what webcomics can do, they perfectly tie up existing plotlines, they’re really well scripted to the music, and it’s both rewarding and enjoyable to watch them several times in a row. ‘Explore’ is one of my favorite Homestuck tracks so far, and Skaia/Prospit during the eclipse is my favorite location visually. I know there’s a lot of skill and technique that goes into creating animations like this and making them feel emotional and satisfying to watch, but sometimes I don’t want to analyze them, I just want to sit and watch and let the Flash Magic roll over me.

Honorable Mentions. A few that were on the shortlist but didn’t quite make the cut because I made myself keep it to nine: the very first page (p.1), Rose putting the bunny back in the box (p.146-147), [S] John: Take bite of apple (p.246), Rose exploring her grimoire (p.301-305), John figuring out alchemy and successfully creating the pogo hammer (p.630-635), Rose attempting to send John the Sburb server CD (p.645-647), WV becoming the Mayor of Can Town (p.685), WV drawing the Skaian cosmology on the bunker walls (p.702-704), and the Midnight Crew’s Homestuck intermission (p.831-832). Yeah, I notice the blatant favoritism towards Rose and John in this post.

If anyone has a favorite moment so far that I’ve missed, send them in!!

[chilling-seavey]

Winter Warmers: Day 22 — Presents

↳ Summary: Your little family is due for another addition

↳ Word Count: 925

↳ Winter Warmers Prompt List | The Way It Goes Masterlist

It wasn’t unknown that George was a dog person; he had spoken about it in interviews, listed them as his favourite animal in Grill the Grid episodes, and often would stop on walks to ask to pet a stranger’s dog. Getting a dog was always something he pushed to the back burner though: he had to focus on his career first, then he had to focus on his relationship with you, and then you started having a family and finding a balance between all three was a bit of a task in itself. There was just never a right time. George was sure it was going to happen eventually, and soon the time came where the two of you were discussing getting a pet. 

And then your daughter—at the ripe age of five—discovered cats. Everything became cats. Her bed was covered in cat stuffed animals, her kindergarten backpack had cartoon cats on it, every game of pretend involved cats, and on the daily she begged for a real kitten of her very own. There was no escaping it. George tried to get her to like dogs just as much but she was having none of it. It was cats or bust. He even took her to a cat café and everything just to see if she could get it out of her system but it ended with her emotionally attaching herself to one of the cats and begging and begging and begging to take it home with them.

There was no way he could justify getting a dog now…not until her obsession cooled off a bit or he would be deemed as public enemy #1 in his beloved daughter’s eyes. So, honestly, George wasn’t quite sure how it happened; ending up standing beside you in the pet store in front of the wall of kittens while the employee was talking to you both about a few of the best choices for a family with young kids. You asked all the right questions but George was hardly paying attention. He leaned in towards one of the kennels where a little grey kitten was peering up at him with big blue eyes. They stared at each other. 

George reached out a finger towards the glass and the kitten tried to jump at his finger to play but bonked her head off the glass and toppled backwards. George’s soft laugh had you glancing over at him. 

“Did you find one?” you asked him with a small knowing smile. 

George straightened up, looking between you and the employee, “Oh, no…I don’t think.”

“She’s a good option too.” the employee told you, smiling at the excitable kitten who was still trying to play with George no matter how many times she ran into the glass. “Very playful which would be good for young kids.”

“I think she’s a good option.” you then looked to George for his opinion. 

He sighed and stuffed his hands in his pockets, eyes lingering on the little kitten in the kennel who stared right back at him. He really did just want a dog…but the thought of your daughter’s reaction when getting a real cat for Christmas outweighed his personal disappointment. Finally, he nodded, and looked back at you, “Yeah, this one’s a good option.”

Keeping the kitten a surprise until Christmas was work and a half. George somehow managed to get his parents to agree to keep an eye on her until Christmas Eve, a week later, when he came by to pick her up. With you at home with the unsuspecting and fast asleep kids, George drove 30 minutes with the kitten in the passenger seat meowing her little lungs out wanting to escape her carrier. He had to admit…despite the noise, she was very cute. 

The kitten stayed in your room during the night and into the morning, waiting as your little family opened presents downstairs in the living room. Finally, when it was time, your children were sat on the couch for their last Christmas gift while George went upstairs to get it. They were nearly vibrating with excitement at the concept that they had a special gift that wasn’t even under the tree. With George upstairs, you cleared off the coffee table free of empty mugs and scrapped wrapping paper and gifts to give him a place to set the box when he returned. 

Soon, the children were faced with a sizable box wrapped in festive paper, too young and excited to even notice the little holes poked in the side. 

“Be gentle.” you told them as they started to rip open the paper like little maniacs.

Your son opened the top flaps of the cardboard box and the two of them peeked inside. One glance at the little grey kitten inside and your daughter was screaming.

“Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh!” she shrieked, nearly throwing herself over the side of the box to grab the kitten. “It’s a kitty!”

“Gentle!” you and George warned at the same time with matching grins at the excitement of your children. 

“Is it for us?!” your son asked, his eyes wide with awe as his little sister scooped up the tiny grey kitten.

You smiled lightly, “Yes, it’s for you. Well, for our family.”

“I love it! Thank you, thank you!” your daughter shouted excitedly, holding up the squirmy kitten in her little hands, the biggest grin on her face, “You’re the best Mommy and Daddy ever!”

And suddenly, from that moment on, George swore he was a cat person all along.

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[sigalrm]

125. Geburtstag Erich Kästner by Pascal Volk Via Flickr: 20-Euro-Sammlermünze

[choccy-zefirka]

Fic Author Self-Rec!!

Thank you @volkoss for tagging me! :D

The rule was to hype up five of your fics, and I am happy to oblige! LOOK AT IT

Mister Monster — Skyrim, Gen, Rated Teen and Up (mostly for some self-destructive thoughts among minors brought about by child abuse and general shitty living conditions), 1500 words

An old-ish Skyrim fic that I polished and reuploaded, describing how my vampire character uses his powers to rescue kids and thus becomes an urban legend: a monster that you have to summon/invite in if you want help. Can be read if you have minimal knowledge of Skyrim, if you don't mind the occasional name drops for fantasy races. I really like its narration style, a sort of campfire story passed on by the older kids; and for a gen fic, it did pretty well too!

Doomscrolling — Mass Effect, Shakarian (pre-relationship), Rated Teen and Up, 3,380 words

Basically, Garrus is sitting around on Omega all sad because he thinks Shepard is dead, and thinks back to some bonding moments they had.

This was my first time trying to write something for the trilogy, let alone for such a popular character/ship: I'd previously written a couple of Andromeda drabbles, as I played that game before MELE, but did not even attempt to step into ME fandom spaces, because of the game's reception. Plus, I kept hearing from friends who were in the trilogy fandom that Garrus/Shakarian fans had a reputation for being obnoxious bullies, and when I took a shine to Garrus, I immediately felt a surge of immense guilt. Those were the feelings I had to battle through while writing this story; I did, however, persevere, and am proud of the result! It also helped me discover friendly, welcoming communities of Garrus fans, full of amazing people whom I'm proud to share a blorbo with! And lastly, I peppered in a bunch of pop culture references that may seem corny but made me smile.

Passing of the Years — Dragon Age: Inquisition, Inquisitor Lavellan/Gereon Alexius (not the main focus), Rated Teen and Up, 2,090 words

A character study of Elgara Lavellan, a city elf mage who was taken from her loving community to the Circle and, after growing up there, had to be made Tranquil because she freed the demon that had been trapped in the Fade to test apprentices at Harrowings. It explores her perception of the world as she lost her emotions and then regained them thanks to the Mark, and challenges her fear that she might be too old to explore her sexuality (she was a virgin at the time of her failed Harrowing, and still remained one 20 years later). I like the repeated motifs I use in narration: the colors of a sunset, the sight and sound of cute fat little birds on a branch, the taste of berry porridge. The simple everyday things that Elgara reacts to differently depending on where she is in life. My friends, who read the fic out loud as it had been chosen for our Discord server's fic reading calls, were also deeply moved by my writing, which means a lot to me.

Hjördis Laidir's Guide to Being Fearless — Dragon Age: the Veilguard, Emmrook (at the very end if you squint), Rated Teen and Up, 925 words

Another character study, describing the thought process of Hjördis, a young Lord of Fortune who projects a daring pirate persona in order to mask the fact that she's terrified of a lot of things. She tries to act impulsive before her anxious brain catches up to her, which eventually leads to her flirting with Emmrich in order to silence her fear of necromancy (given that she was a street urchin adopted in Kirkwall by Hawkemeribela, and her only other point of reference for necromancers is Quentin). This one is maybe not of a particular interest to my fellow fans, as with both BG3 and Veilguard, I have noticed a shift to blank-slate protagonists or reader inserts (which are very tricky to write for me, and I applaud anyone who does!). But I personally like being in Hjördis' head, she's such a mess masquerading as a storybook adventurer. The Flynn Ryder to Emmrich's Rapunzel, if you will.

A Trifle — Dragon Age: Inquisition, Gen, Rated General Audiences, 1,376 words

A little scene where Alexius, now assigned by the Inquisitor to work for Fiona, befriends a bunch of mage kids and begrudgingly slips back into his half-forgotten teacher persona. Also there's a cute cat.

I usually write about Alexius' redemption arc in the context of his Enemies to Lovers romance with the a specific Inquisitor, so it was fun to create a general hc/scenario that might fit anywhere, including in my friends' worldstates (should they share my Alexius woobification vision). It's a bit adjacent to blank slate protagonist fics, so a fun challenge for my OC-pilled brain :D

Thanks to everyone who reads this post (and gentle forehead kissies if you decide to follow the links).

I tag @druckkugelschreiber , @whiskynorocks , @bearlytolerant , @sky-scribbles and @lazyadmiral

[manoartesana]

Join the Rebellion and support my necklace so that Caesar's legacy accompanies you. Apes Together Strong! Planet of the Apes inspired.

I love being able to include Caesar's window in the word 'strong'; it's great that I happen to have an 'o' to make use of it. Here's how my necklace looks now. I also plan to make a sticker with the design I created, I'll show it to you soon.

[marvelousmop]

At last, the 2023 Valentine's Special makes its way to the 925 Universe wordpress blog, now with twice as many words (or some reason)!

Come read the Land of Oz/Golden Age Superhero/Surreal Workplace Comedy crossover love story NOBODY wanted, now with even more comic captions, more inner turmoil about wanting to date Professor H.M. Wogglebug T.E., and a new illustration by the wonderful @aristidetwain!

Read Here: https://ninetwofiveuniverse.wordpress.com/2024/11/18/lovie-dovie-stuff/

[raccoonfallsharder]

✩࿐࿔ cook some goddamn food. [new 1/9]

fluff | gn reader | no use of y/n | drabble | word count: 2,707. read more on ao3 | ✩࿐࿔ take what you need masterlist | main masterlist

you might not always have the energy to cook. that's okay, because the captain is here to help you out in the kitchen — and to remind you that it's okay to scale up or scale down your efforts, as long you remember to eat. for @pretty-in-possible ♡♡♡

hey bby. thank you for your patience — i hope this is something like what you were looking for, love! i hope that you are able to eat something very tasty today, and find a strategy that works for you when it comes to making sure your body stays nourished.

“Hey!” You blink, bleary-eyed, looking up from your datapad. “Huh?” Rocket glares at you. He’s got a canvas sack — stuffed to the brim and nearly as big as he is — propped on one hip and braced with an encircling arm. “I said hey.” You close your eyes and shake your head, fighting back the half-curve of a lopsided grin. “Why do literally all of our conversations start like this? Can’t you try something like—” You deepen your voice, trying to call up the way your voice had rasped that time you’d had bronchitis for ages. “—Hey kid, how ya doin’? Nice weather we’re havin’—” He looks nonplussed. “I don’t frickin’ sound like that. And the skull doesn’t got weather. It’s got climate control.” You snort, watching as he readjusts the sack stacked on his hip. You recognize the paper covering a loaf of bread from the public bakery down the street — must be grocery day, you decide. “The point is, Captain, you could actually say hello — like, a real hello — instead of yelling at me like I’m in trouble before I even know you’re there.” He scowls. “Maybe you are in trouble. Didja think of that?” You gape at him. “I didn’t do anything!” “An’ that’s exactly the issue,” he mutters. His boot flashes out and you jolt as he kicks the leg of your chair. “Up. Follow me.”

read more on ao3 ✩࿐࿔ for @pretty-in-possible ♡

need more reminders from rocket?

the world is hard, and sometimes it's difficult to complete daily tasks & take care of yourself (aka rocket bullies you for your own damn good).

feel free to ✩ request reminders ✩ via reblogs, asks, and tumblr or ao3 comments if they would be helpful for you. it may take me a hot minute to get to them depending on life n stuff, but i will do my best. if you’d like to join my fanfiction taglist, please comment or send me a message or ask! ♡

this is about as wholesome as it gets (for me) i think. can be read platonically or romantically. mcu-based anthology, meant to take place post-volume-3, but headcanon however you want ♡

✩࿐࿔ take what you need masterlist

eat somethin. (wc: 576)

go to frickin bed already. (wc: 737)

get outta bed & get your shit done.(wc: 925)

take a damn bath. (wc: 1,375)

leave your frickin skin alone. (wc: 1,579)

take a fuckin study break.(wc: 1,020)

drink some goddamn water. (wc: 1,209)

stop destroying your frickin clothes. (wc: 1,609)

just buy the damn thing already. (wc: 1,271)

it's frickin laundry day. (wc: 1,923)

get some sunshine, sunshine. (wc: 1,614)

did you take your damn meds today? (wc: 1,288)

schedule your fuckin' appointments.(wc: 1,222)

do your goddamn dishes. (wc: 994)

brush your frickin' teeth. (wc: 1,774)

nobody fuckin hates you (wc: 1,231)

stop biting your goddamn nails (wc: 2,920)

take a frickin' shower (wc: 1,359 )

take care of your fuckin injury (wc: 2,102)

cook some goddamn food. (wc: 2,707)

if you find any of these at all helpful, they're meant for you.

banners & dividers by @/saradika-graphics and @/thecutestgrotto taglist ✩ @suicidalshitstick ✩ @glow-autumz ✩ @evolvingchaoswitch ✩ @wren-phoenix ✩ @pretty-chips

total word-count: 29,476.

[weptfreedom]

a concise default canon timeline:

899: Ilriane awakened by a group of treasure-hunters. few survive. at some point he takes a new name

903: Emithas first encounters clan Lavellan

906: Emithas, Aenea and Vunrosal bonding ceremony

910: Alanari born

910: Felassan awakens and goes out into the world as a spy.

916: Taven born

924: Vunrosal & Aenea die, Emithas departs the clan to return to uthenera and is assumed dead.

925: Taven transferred to clan Andrale

927: Alanari's vallaslin ceremony

938: encounter with group of escaped circle mages and their templar hunters. Alanari exiled.

940(?): elvhen community in the Hinterlands attacked; survivors retreat to Ostagar and rebuild as best they can

941: events of Dragon Age: Inquisition begin. Emithas reawakens.

941-942: Grey Wardens withdraw to Adamant and are defeated. Alistair Theirin assumes command of the survivors.

942-943: Corypheus’ plot to destabilize Orlais is foiled

943: Red Templars are driven from a temple to Mythal in the Arbor Wilds. Corypheus himself is defeated, though his stolen orb is shattered in closing the Breach again. Solas vanishes.

9:44/9:45-ish — Felassan and Emithas formalize their relationship

945 — Hawen dies, leaving Taven to take his place as Keeper. He takes to the role well, and formally allies his clan with the Inquisition. Soon after, he and Natisha Andrale are bonded.

945 — Trespasser. Alanari et all disappear shortly after disbanding the Inquisition

945 — Their coup defeated, the Qun renews its war with Tevinter. Laleala, Alanari's daughter whom they rescue and later adopt, is born in Tevinter. While visiting an isolated community in the Silent Plains, Alanari encounters Sidony and a "deceased" Cassandra, and restores her to life. Events of Deception. Alanari works to evacuate as many elves from Ventus as they can manage before it is sacked. Eilana Andrale born.

946 — Alanari rescues and adopts Laleala.

949 — Asara Andrale born.

[satyrmagos]

The first of the four designs from my 2022 Pride Line: Sacred Sappho, divine ancestor of women who love women.

Sappho, on the off chance that you don't know her, was a poet from the island of Lesbos in the Aegean Sea, who lived and wrote in the seventh and sixth centuries BCE. Her work was taught as a pinnacle of poetic skill for centuries, well into the Roman Empire, until - through a combination of censorship, neglect, and luck - it was lost to the ages. No contemporary biography survives, and we are left with mere scraps of her estimated 10,000 lines of poetry, but her work has been associated with sexual love between women since the Hellenistic period. Now, she and the island from which she came are virtually synonymous with queer women and their experiences.

The image is based on one of the few surviving images of Sappho, a black figure vase painting from the late 6th century BCE.

* Made of solid .925 sterling silver or shibuichi (an art metal alloy made of 3:1 copper:silver), yellow brass, or red bronze.

* Available as a coin, with an upeye for use as a pendant, or with three jump rings for use in a rosary-style necklace.

Each piece is hand-made to order in my home studio, with unique variations and defects as a result of the fabrication and casting process.

[syncallio]

So about those Lady Sheaffers...

This is my collection.

This is a model IX, Red Balicon. (Nobody knows why it's called "Balicon", so if any of you folks know what that means, please tell me!) I love the contrast between the glossy gold and the red engraved lines. I'm also super pleased to have the box it came in.

These two are both Paisleys, models IV (black) and VI (periwinkle). The nibs are silver-palladium Triumph nibs. The engraving really does give the impression of fabric, and has a nice texture in the hand.

These three are from the later Lady Sheaffer line in the 1970s. From left to right: 632, 921, and 925. (Collectors call them Tulle, Chevron/Flammé, and Barleycorn.) The nibs on these are called Stylpoint and are 14k gold.

The left one is mesmerizing when you turn it in your hands. The other two are almost gaudy they're so bright. Definitely eye-catching pens!

Also I gotta show you this box, the one the Balicon came in. Have you ever seen something more Mid-Century Modern in your life? The ivory plastic, the pebbly texture, the gently curved lines. The way it sort of floats off the table, and the inset section at the front. And like a brooch, a tiny golden symbol in the shape of Sheaffer's signature inlaid nib. Some designer spent ages on this thing and it shows. I love it.

If you like small, slim fountain pens, definitely look up the Lady Sheaffer. For some reason they're not heavily collected, so folks aren't driving up the price. They're cartridge pens so there's no mechanism that needs servicing, and Sheaffer still makes the cartridges.

Unless you like your pens plain and understated, in which case I can't help you. Every model they made is jewelry!