#Boarder Issues

[transslycanthropy]

I quite literally cannot bring myself to give a single fuck about whether or not people are crossing the boarder. Why should I be upset about that. What is there to lose. Free and convenient healthcare? Not around here. Affordable housing? Definitely not, I’ve seen the rent prices around here. Well paying jobs with good benefits? Yeah, whatever. If they make it across the boarder give ‘em citizenship and an American flag I sure as hell ain’t complaining

[unofficialbabayaga]

so the “family rooms” at the b&b are the old servants’ rooms on the top floor which is fine, but very funny when my cousin’s dog Kovsky is hanging with me upstairs and I try to go down the very winding servant’s staircase, because he’ll want to go down ahead of me bc he’s excited, but he has trust issues now from all the times he’s thought i’m following him into the kitchen (where he’s allowed to be) when sometimes i’m actually going to a guest floor or area (where he’s not allowed to be), so he’ll go down like five steps, then STOP, look at me to check i’m still following him, and then keep going. He’ll do this for rheee floors. Like baby boy you could always just,,, follow me

[rafecswhore]

DADDY ISSUES - r.c x fem! reader

a/n : rafe comforting you after a bad interaction with your dad ughhh soft rafe has my heart. anyways trying to do something new with the boarders lmk if it's cacky.

the distant stare of yours, the way you pout when you’re deep in thought, was something rafe knew all too well. it was the look you got when the weight of the world—or at least your world—was pressing down too hard. tonight, it was worse than usual.

you were curled up on his couch, staring out the large window of his room. the view of the outer banks was stunning, but your eyes weren’t focused on the ocean or the lights flickering in the distance. you were lost in your own thoughts, and rafe could see it eating away at you.

“hey,” he said softly, walking over to you. his voice was low, careful not to startle you. “you okay?”

you didn’t respond immediately, just gave a slight shrug. but that wasn’t good enough for rafe. he crouched down in front of you, resting his hands on your knees and tilting his head to meet your eyes.

“talk to me,” he coaxed, his blue eyes searching yours. “what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?”

“it’s nothing,” you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper.

“it’s not nothing,” he replied, his tone firm but gentle. “you’ve been sitting here for an hour, staring at nothing. come on, y/n. let me in.”

you hesitated, biting your lip. you hated feeling like a burden, like your problems were too much for anyone else to handle. but rafe wasn’t just anyone. he had this way of making you feel safe, like whatever was bothering you wasn’t so big when he was there.

“it’s my dad,” you finally admitted, your voice trembling. “we got into another fight. he just—he always finds a way to make me feel like i’m not enough. like i can’t do anything right.”

rafe’s jaw tightened, and he stood, pacing the room as he ran a hand through his hair. you could see the anger simmering beneath the surface, the way his fists clenched at his sides.

“why the hell does he get to make you feel like that?” he muttered, more to himself than to you.

“it’s just how he is,” you said, pulling your knees to your chest. “it’s fine. i’m used to it.”

“it’s not fine,” rafe snapped, his voice a little louder now. he stopped pacing and turned to you, his expression softening when he saw the way you shrank into yourself. he crouched down again, his hands finding yours. “i hate seeing you like this. you don’t deserve it. not from him, not from anyone.”

you felt your eyes well up with tears, and rafe’s grip on your hands tightened. “hey,” he said softly, his thumbs brushing over your knuckles. “don’t cry, baby. you’re too good for that.”

you let out a shaky breath, leaning forward until your forehead rested against his. his presence was grounding, his touch warm and reassuring.

“i’m here,” he whispered. “whatever you need, i’m here.”

rafe wasn’t great with words—at least, not when it came to emotions. but he showed you how much he cared in the little things.

when you woke up the next morning, you found him in the kitchen, his back to you as he flipped pancakes in a pan. the smell of coffee and syrup filled the air, and you couldn’t help but smile at the sight of him barefoot in sweatpants, completely focused on his task.

“morning,” you said softly, leaning against the doorway.

he turned, his face lighting up when he saw you. “morning,” he replied, setting down the spatula. “come here.”

you walked over, and he wrapped his arms around your waist, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “i made breakfast,” he said, his tone almost shy.

“i can see that,” you teased, glancing at the plate of pancakes already on the counter. “what’s the occasion?”

“you had a rough night,” he said simply. “figured you could use a good start to your day.”

your heart swelled, and you leaned up to kiss him, your hands resting on his chest. “thank you,” you murmured against his lips.

“always,” he said, his voice low. “now sit down and eat before it gets cold.”

rafe had always been protective, but with you, it was different. he didn’t just protect you from others—he protected you from yourself. when you got stuck in your own head, overthinking and doubting yourself, he was there to pull you back.

one night, you were sitting on his bed, your laptop open as you stared blankly at the screen. you were supposed to be finishing a project, but your mind was elsewhere. rafe walked in, taking one look at you before closing your laptop and setting it aside.

“rafe,” you protested, but he shook his head.

“you’ve been staring at that thing for hours,” he said, sitting beside you. “take a break.”

“i can’t,” you said, running a hand through your hair. “i have so much to do, and i’m already behind—”

“y/n,” he interrupted, his voice steady. he reached out, cupping your face in his hands. “you’re doing fine. better than fine. but you’re gonna burn yourself out if you keep going like this.”

you sighed, leaning into his touch. “i just don’t want to mess up.”

“you’re not going to mess up,” he said firmly. “and even if you do, so what? you’re human. you’re allowed to mess up.”

his words were a balm to your frayed nerves, and you felt yourself relax for the first time all day. “thanks,” you said quietly.

he smiled, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “that’s what i’m here for.”

with rafe, it wasn’t about grand gestures or over-the-top declarations. it was about the way he looked at you like you were the most important thing in the world. the way he held you when you felt like falling apart. the way he reminded you, in his own quiet way, that you were enough.

and for the first time in a long time, you believed it.

[the-witchhunter]

The real concern with a stray is parasites. Sure other diseases can be an issue, but parasites can can be painful, transmittable to humans and other animals, and risk death to the animal when left untreated

Mange, caused by a type of mite, results in hair loss and sores and requires medication, and can be transmitted to humans and other dogs very easily. Danny might be immune but Jason isn’t

Heartworms are a parasite that can cause lung and heart problems, damage to other organs, organ failure and death when left untreated

Like, the reason a lot of stray dogs look emaciated isn’t just because they aren’t getting fed, it’s the parasites

A disease can run its course, a parasite is just going to get worse

Danny might have lucked out and his furry friend might have managed to not get any of these very common parasites before being taken off the street, but just for quality of life and long term health of his dog he should have taken him to a vet to be safe

And Danny might not know about these things and how they can seriously affect the quality of life of his dog, but Jason absolutely does and would chew Danny out and absolutely tear Danny a new one

The fact his dog isn’t dead so it’s fine is such a low bar that Etrigan the Demon is playing limbo in hell. Danny is objectively a bad owner for not getting his visibly sick dog any treatment or any kind of help, because Danny can’t be bothered to get a sick animal, that he made himself responsible for, any help, not that he can’t afford it

This is actual neglect on Danny’s part

Danny always wanted a dog. Cujo was great, but he wasn't always there. Cujo was far too free spirited to be held down by being a pet. So Danny decides to take in a stray.

Then SOMEHOW he ends up with the most rabid, bacteria infected canine he's ever met, and he absolutely ADORES his new puppy. He also forgets about vaccinations and vet visits.

In Danny's defense! The puppy was fine and so was he, what with his unique ghost physiology, and that would've been fine — if he didn't have a roommate that was a human who COULD contract diseases from Danny's cute little friend.

-

Meanwhile, Jason, who was NOT expecting someone to actually take up his residency offer, now has to play roommates with this kid and his dog. He's pretty sure the pup has several diseases just waiting to pounce on him.

[laterreurofficial]

does the government/military know that hawk moth could just march right through the boarders by becoming scarlet moth or a really powerful akuma if he really wanted to?

No! Why would they? Telling people that The Devil won't die from anything we could possibly use would damage morale! There's already a significant issue with people killing themselves out on the fringes of the quarantine zone since it often past the radius of the Miraculous Ladybug Cure.

Not always. Sometimes when Ladybug is fighting in a more northern arrondissement you can watch your fellow man slit his throat and then slowly rise to his feet 4 minutes later as if nothing ever happened. Of course, he tries again the next day and it works so no big deal to him but eventually the therapists will start saying they can't help you.

[whatbigotspost]

Given that SCOTUS has anointed the office of the presidency as a monarch role beyond all reproach (so that when 45 wins in Nov as they are intending), and we’ll never have another presidential election, I wish that Biden would assume lame duck status IMMEDIATELY, call their bluff, and start issuing executive orders like crazy now through January 2025.

He could do shit like defund the military and pour the funds into social services, repeal all nationwide laws/restrictions on abortion, make all healthcare including all reproductive services and gender affirming care accessible, instate UBI and Medicare for all, write a 100% tax rate on billionaires, push sweeping environmental protections, break up monopolistic megacorps, close federal prisons, expand and pack the court, cancel all student/personal/medical/non corporate debts, open our boarders, decriminalize all drugs, etc. etc. etc.

Maybe then the 6 block justice set of 45 worshippers would see what they’ve done.

Maybe then, if Biden immediately, decisively even did 10% of that, he might not lose the election.

Of course, he’d actually have to give a shit about any of those things in order to do this.

And that’s the whole fucking point, right? He won’t. And it’s why we’re here.

Democrats hold themselves to “the rules” only to the extent they’re spineless liberals who are in the same big money pockets as republicans. The key difference being, they let republicans be the ones to more overtly, proudly kill us all and act powerless to stopping them.

When our structures demand they are the ONLY ones who could stop them. I can’t take it anymore.

[utterlyotterlyx]

What The Water Gave Me

Lucien x Tamlin!Sister!Reader

Part Two to Way Down We Go

Summary - Tamlin finds out that his little sister isn't so little anymore.

Warnings - angst, threats of death, light humour, fluff, suggestive themes

That afternoon in the dining room had stuck to your memory for weeks.

Every time you closed your eyes flashes of Lucien's head between your thighs blossomed to the forefront of your consciousness, so it was no surprise really that you found yourself drifting away into the memory whenever you could.

Tamlin had returned that evening none the wiser to the antics floating between his little sister and best friend, and you had to supress the grin from forming on your lips when he sat at the seat where only hours before you were begging Lucien to put a child in you.

The same mischief was laced in Lucien's orbs when they flickered to you, silently promising to continue on his quest the moment he had you alone. His lips parted deliciously, and his teeth grasped at the tip of his fork as he slid the honeyed meat into his mouth, chewing slowly with his gaze unmoving from you across the table. It was lucky that Tamlin didn't see his friend ripping your clothes off with his eyes, and it was even more fortunate that you had managed to keep your sex crazed scent hidden from the beast beside you.

Lucien had no issue keeping that hushed promise, scaling the manor walls and slipping through your bedroom window that night, slowly unbuttoning his shirt as he approached you, licking his lips at the sight of your nipples that were piqued against the satin of your ivory nightgown.

That was sent to the floor in tatters within a matter of minutes.

Something about a child had made Lucien turn positively feral, the state it drove him into was far more exhilarating than the craze caused by the mating bond. Lucien couldn't take his eyes off of you, not even for a second. If you were walking in the gardens then Lucien would be watching you from the patio, if you were floating along the streams then Lucien would be walking along the bank with his eyes scouring over your body. No matter where you were, even if you couldn't see him, Lucien was always keeping a keen eye on you.

Maybe the thought of you carrying his babe had spurred on the possessiveness, but you didn't mind it. Not one bit. The perfect moments of your days had been consumed by the thought of having Lucien buried inside of you, fangs scraping against the shell of your ear whilst he muttered of how perfect you were to him, and how even more beautiful you'd be with you stomach swelling with his child.

You should have put two and two together sooner really.

The morning you had first scented the minor change in your body had made you gasp and bolt upright in your bed. Your fingers drifted to your abdomen, and you could almost feel the adoration flowing from the small seed sprouting in your stomach. The moment of wonder was soon replaced by fear, you knew you wouldn't be able to hide the scent from Tamlin for long, let along your soon-to-be changing figure.

Unfortunately, every time you had gone to find Lucien to tell him, to figure out a plan, he had been too busy. Some days he had been gone patrolling the boarders or vanquishing the naga, other days Tamlin had dragged him into hours long meetings, and then Tamlin had sent him away to act as emissary during a visit to the Dawn Court, on what business you weren't sure but it was paining you to keep the news from him.

One afternoon, two weeks after you had discovered you were to have his child, you had found yourself submerged in one of the ponds in the gardens with the sun beating down on you and caressing the barely there swell of your stomach. It had been lonely keeping the news to yourself, but you had been lucky to be able to share it with your animal friends that littered the grounds, from the mother birds to the school of fox cubs that were growing more and more each day. Now, instead of peppering your face with their love, their snouts and beaks would gently stroke against your stomach, and the run of the fox cubs would often curl himself atop of it and sigh with happiness.

The water was soothing, it seemed to know exactly which ache to kiss and when, from the knots in your shoulders to the pestering throbbing in your breasts. Every time you went into the water, you emerged refreshed and revitalised, with unbound damp hair drinking in the sunlight and warmth provided from the air.

Though, nothing about what was about to occur was either refreshing or revitalising.

The patio doors burst open, and Lucien spied you in the pond from where he stood, urgency was laced in his eyes and he looked back only momentarily before he sped across the garden, through the hedges and over the mounds, to reach you.

Lucien's presence startled you, and not only because you weren't expecting him to return home so soon. You rose from the water as he approached, not even bothering to take off his boots as he trudged through the water to stand by your side, or rather, behind you.

"I may have forgotten to put the shield up," Lucien nearly squeaked, eyes darting about the garden before landing on the patio where Tamlin stood, knuckles turned white and a fire burning in his eyes that you had never seen before, "He may have scented the bond on me."

"What?"

"I was tired," Lucien offered as an excuse, wrapping his arms around your waist and tugging you backward.

"This is exactly what I was trying to avoid," you snapped at him with your gaze unmoving from your brother who slowly prowled down the stone steps that led into the gardens, his own eyes fixated on you.

"I may now understand why you wanted that," you elbowed him in the ribs and he emitted a soft ooft at the action.

You turned your head to the side to capture his eyes, "Really? Only now?"

Tamlin continued to prowl through the gardens, weaving between the hedges and flowerbeds, dressed in his usual green tunic with his hands drifting at his sides. A strange calm was on his face, and he stopped just where the water met the grass, the tips of his boots kissing the waters edge. "Care to tell me something?"

The tone in his voice was dangerous, and it made a shudder flow down your spine. Lucien's fingers gripped the seams of your dress, "I-" Lucien cleared his throat, lopping a finger under his collar to alleviate some pressure, "We. Didn't want you to find out this way."

Cocking his head to the side, eyes lethally serene, your brother asked, "Find out what, exactly?"

A wave of love flowed down the bond between you and your mate, a silent promise that no matter what reaction was about to be seen, that you would always have one another.

"Lucien and I are mates."

Tamlin growled at the words, his top lip curling into a snarl, and his green gaze shot to Lucien who was still stood behind you, knee deep in pondwater with his heart threating to pound right out of his chest. "No. No you're not."

"The last time I checked I'd definitely say that we are."

"Don't be a brat right now, y/n," you couldn't quite decipher the emotion in his eyes, the pain and sense of betrayal, the disbelief, the rage that was creeping in. Tamlin pointed to Lucien, his finger quaking with anger, "You. Out of that damned pond. Right. Now."

"I don't think that that's the best idea."

"Y/N," Tamlin warned, his eyes shooting between you and Lucien before dragging downward to the hands secured around your waist, notably to the thumb stroking against your stomach. "You're meant to be my best friend. My best friend and my sister, I cannot believe this."

"Do you think I wanted this to happen-"

"You didn't?"

Lucien pinched his nose and inhaled deeply, "Now is not the time y/n-"

"Lucien. Out of the water now, before I come in there myself and kill you."

Lucien went to move from you, to obey his High Lord and friend, but you stopped him, "You won't hurt him," you told Tamlin, moving from Lucien's embrace and approaching the waters edge, stepping up onto the grass and craning your gaze upward, "You wouldn't leave your niece fatherless, would you?"

"What?"

"What?"

Ignoring Lucien's repetition from his place in the pond, you took a further step toward Tamlin, taking his calmed hands in yours and guiding them to your abdomen, willing your shield to disappear so that he could witness the change in your scent. Not only was it a myriad of you and Lucien, but it was kissed with a something new, something loving and innocent and fresh.

"I love him, Tam. I really love him. And I didn't want to tell you, I didn't want to hurt your feelings or make you think that we wouldn't stay with you, to aid you in ruling over our home. I'm sorry if you feel betrayed, but you will not hurt my mate, not unless you wish to hurt me and our child too."

"You're pregnant," he whispered, the emotion in his eyes morphing into pure unfiltered wonderment as his fingers grazed over your growing stomach, feeling the rapid heartbeat of the small babe blossoming inside of you, "You love him?"

"More than anything."

Then, Tamlin smiled, "You're carrying a girl?"

You matched his grin, "I think so. I have a feeling," you cocked your head to the side slightly, "And she's going to love you, but only if you leave her father unharmed."

Tamlin hummed and looked past you, beckoning Lucien from the water who appeared at your side within a matter of moments, looking down on you with a newfound love, "If you hurt her-"

"I'd sooner harm myself than ever think of it," Lucien muttered, not sparing Tamlin a glance, hoping that he would take it as a sign to leave, which thankfully, he did. "You didn't say anything."

Inhaling, you peered up at your mate, his hands caressed your stomach and you could see the tears pooling in his eyes, "There was never a good time. You were patrolling the boarders and getting pulled into all of those meetings, and then you were sent away. I didn't want to rush telling you, I wanted it to be perfect," you grinned, and then prodded his chest with your finger, "And then someone just had to let their glamour down."

Huffing a laugh, Lucien scratched the side of his face sheepishly, "It wasn't one of my finer moments I'll admit," his hands came to rest on your hips and his dipped his head low to connect your lips with his, breathing in the scent of your bond alongside the new addition of your child. "I'm going to be a father."

"And we don't have to hide anymore."

"Am I dreaming?"

Chuckling, you rested your head against his chest and felt every ounce of tension leave your body as your bond glowed so golden that it threatened to drown the sun, "I hope not."

Lucien pressed his lips into the crown of your head and ran his fingers down your spine, "It seems that we have a ceremony to plan."

And as if on cue, you heard Tamlin from inside the manor barking orders to the aids, ones that beckoned as many flowers that the grass could carry and a High Priest, for if anyone was going to have the perfect mating ceremony, then he'd be damn sure that it was going to be his little sister.

Author's Note

brb crying.

[owlintheskies]

Jercy Week Day 2: Co-Praetors - @jercy-events

Camp Jupiter's new Praetors!

set in an AU where Poseidon is less of a dead-beat, Percy grows up in New Rome, the events of PJO still happen and Percy and Jason fall for each other along the way

more detailed plot behind this AU:

Pre-TLT:

when Poseidon learns about Gabe's abuse he offers Sally an alternative way to keep Percy safe - he reveals the Romans, New Rome and Camp Jupiter where Sally and Percy can still be together but no longer be in danger

in desperation, Sally agrees. she doesn't enrol Percy in Camp Jupiter though, wanting him to have as normal as a childhood as possible

Percy hears about Jason (it's hard not to) but they never get the chance speak - Sally was warned to not let them cross paths in fear of Zeus or Hera picking up on Percy's identity

TLT:

Percy's now 12, the lightning bolt gets stolen, Poseidon gets blamed

Sally and Percy happened to be on a trip outside the boarders when the Minotaur attacks. the events unfold the same and Sally gets taken by Hades just before they make it back

Percy joins Camp Jupiter as a Son of Neptune where he meets Jason. the tensions between the two of them are high though due to their dads fighting

Zeus clocks in on Percy's existence and the TLT quest is issued. Percy has to go while Jason is made to go with him. it occurs differently but they still succeed and their friendship starts to blossom

this is also when Percy learns he's actually a Greek demigod but he's sworn himself to the legion and he remains in Camp Jupiter

SOM + TTC:

Sea of Monsters happens on the Greek side. Jason and Percy are getting closer in Camp Jupiter

Titans Curse happens too although, when they get to Mount Othrys, Percy and Jason are there scouting out the recent disruptions. Percy notices Artemis under the sky and breaks the rules to step in, taking the sky and earning his grey streak. Jason steps in after him, unable to let him go in alone and helps fight

afterwards, Percy and Jason agree to help work with the Greek side to defeat Kronos but they can't risk telling the rest of Camp Jupiter - they have bigger wars to fight that's not each other right now

Thalia and Jason have their reunion before she goes to Olympus although she still becomes a Hunter, passing the prophecy on

when they return to Camp Jupiter, Percy confesses to Jason about the fact he's actually Greek. it causes some tension between them as Jason believes he's been tricked/lied to but he invites him over to Sally's and Jason learns the full story

BOTL:

BOTL happens with Annabeth leading per usual but Percy and Jason sneak off to help in the labyrinth

Percy still 'dies' and ends up on Ogygia (crashing a distraught Jason instead) and still brings in Rachel (as they met in Goode)

Jason and Percy meet Nico and Percy comes to realises he's the prophecy kid. under the determination to not let the prophecy be about Jason or Nico, he announces his age and Greek status to the group

Kronos rises per usual. Percy and Jason end up going to Camp Half-Blood with the others to help fight. before they leave, Percy confesses to Chiron he's actually a Son of Poseidon and that he prophecy is about him. Chiron tries to get him to stay in Camp Half-Blood but Percy's home (and Jason) is in New Rome/Camp Jupiter

Percy and Jason try and spend as much time together as possible between the two summers, knowing there is an end coming to their friendship that's also been blooming with romantic feelings neither of them dare to speak about - this is also when Jason gets his glasses as Sally notices him struggle

TLO:

Nico still tells Percy about the Styx. Percy still bathes in the Styx and Jason becomes his mortal tether

Jason leads the battle on Mount Othrys with the other Romans while Percy goes off to help fight with the Greeks in the one on Olympus thanks to being the prophecy kid

Percy denies immortality and forces the Gods to be less shit to honour Luke's, Ethan's etc. dying wishes per usual and that, along with his aid in their fight, earns him respect within Camp Half-Blood/the Greeks

Percy returns to Camp Jupiter afterwards though, losing his Achilles Curse to reunite with Jason and them both being so relieved to see each other alive

Percy confesses to his Greek identity to the Roman's, his part in defeating Kronos and that he's still loyal to Camp Jupiter. when some of the Romans attempt to fight back, Jason owns up to knowing too, pushes Percy to confess Poseidon sent him to New Rome in the first place and aids in winning over the Romans in still trusting Percy

the recognition of Jason and Percy's efforts in the destruction of Kronos earn them their promotion to Praetors

and Percy kisses Jason's cheek cause hey, he's not dying anymore so he can confess to his crush now (and then Jason and Percy are found kissing somewhere quieter later on in the ceremony)

(if you're here, thanks for reading this!!)

[thebrightestwitchofherage]

As an actual Israeli Jewish woman, please do tell me about the apartheid in my country

The only argument you have are the blockades

-you do realise the blockades you always mention as an example go both ways, right? Israelis have to go through the same check points…

The blockades are there for a reson: they save lives.

-you know? countries usually have boarders and checkpoints on borders with neighbouring countries- let alone countries with terror organisations that massacred their citizens and have repeatedly said that they’ll do so again…

And by the way- Jordan and Egypt both have the same blockades and even more of a military presence on their boarders with Palestinians- yet you only care when it’s Israel…

-in fact, Israelis face more restrictions of movement : Palestinians living in the West Bank can enter Israeli governed territory while Israelis (mainly Jews) can’t .

Gazans could enter Israel freely as long as they had work permits/ passed the checkpoints without any issue They were payed wayyy better than what they could potentially earn in Gaza too btw

-There are no discriminatory laws , no Jim Crowe-like laws

-There was never any form of slavery (Palestinians did have slaves though , they still do)

—-

Seriously, westerners are hell bent on projecting their history of inequality and racism on this conflict

And Ffs, read a book,talk to an actual Israeli, read a credible articles and sources that aren’t* heavily * biased, terror-supporting and antisemitic (like Al Jazeera).

[roploem]

Monsters (Divine beauties) of the passage SQH & SY:

So both SQH and SY die and transmigrate at the same time, but WAY before the original plot begins! Maybe even before the Qing generation are disciples!

They get reborn as twin kid brothers who were abandoned by their demon dragon parents in a migration tunnel that was used as a quick escape for demons to use to easily get from the human realm to the demon realm without having to go through the borderlands due to the passages weird qualities.

They grow up without a system and are relatively very powerful demonic dragons due to their supply of both spiritual and demonic energy coming from both sides of the passage. (They might just focus on using the spiritual qi tho because it feels nicer and is more useful in hiding their demonic heritage)

They have a fully built and protected passage that is whispered about on both sides about it being guarded by 2 deities that speak in a lost language (broken English) and use terms unknown to the living (modern slang).

With all of the rumors going around, people have been going to Cang Qiong to deal with the issue. As a result, disciple SQQ and disciple LQG get sent on a mission together due to LQG having the most fighting skill and SQQ having the most battle IQ and a sly tongue to get them out of any situation.

To their surprise, it seems like the demons everyone is worried about are both…. Kinda cowards??? How have they lasted this long???

So yeah, SY and SQH are kinda surprised when 2 cultivators show up at their little passage claiming that they are here to slay them. Like… no thank you??? Our last experience with death wasn’t fun… and they don’t wanna die!

I can also imagine SY is helping out any lost kids who can’t find their way back to the nearby village, or maybe just going to the library to grab some books so he and SQH can trash on them together. I can also imagine them using the passage as like… a toll booth? So you have to pay to walk through.

Idk if there would be ships in this, but if you want to imagine their being ships, please let me know so I can… maybe…. Start writing this out with a better idea of what would be most liked.

(So goofy, hehe, goofy funny dragon boys playing boarder control… and possibly wife beaming everyone who passes by..)

[the-artist-grimm]

Hi, I'm new to your Crimson Angel AU and after reading some lore- do you think the other three bishops were ever jealous of Narinder? Like, it's made pretty clear that Narinder and Shamura were the closest to each other in-game, and I wouldn't be surprised if there was some well-meaning "Why can't you be like Narinder?" once or twice, considering he was the "easy" one, which sucks.

Crimson Angel AU -The Bishops' Jealousy

There likely was a great deal of jealousy that also played a part in the three’s frustrations with their brother. Though Shamura never displayed their favoritism outright verbally, their actions said enough. As the other three often would require Shamura’s second opinion on most issues/need their assistance in handling them, Leshy, Heket, and Kallamar received frequent check-ins and were not allocated solo missions nor high caliber tasks unaccompanied. None of them had proven themselves capable nor displayed the critical thinking/independence required, and as such Shamura could not take the risk. (despite how it was in part their fault the three were over-dependent on them. They never weaned the three off of needing 'big sibling's' help when they were young, thus well into adulthood it remained)

Narinder, in contrast, did display the independence and critical thinking required of handling things solo. He handled his cult's issues alone with success, never sought Shamura out with personal struggles leading them to assuming he had none, and overall simply was more tactical in matters of combat and politics. Shamura knew that if they sent Narinder to quell an uprising or deal with matters of trade he would have the right balance of force and restraint to tend to things without causing further conflict, where as Kallamar was too cowardly, Heket too temperamental, and Leshy too unpredictable to send. Though there was also the matter that Shamura simply also felt closer to Narinder as well, to the point where he had a personal key to Shamura's private study.

Before everything went downhill, Shamura would allow Narinder to borrow books and scrolls at his leisure, and would sometimes just sit and do paperwork with Narinder quietly reading in the room since his presence proved grounding in times of stress. The one sibling who would wordlessly place a cup of tea on their desk without prompting, or begin to quietly read aloud one of their favorite novels at the faintest sign of their stress. That key especially proved to be this divider, as no one, not even Shamura’s most trusted witness, was allowed in their study, so for Narinder to be not just the sole candidate for solo missions but also allowed there it was a clear ‘I trust him more than you’.

When it came to the bullying that was likely also why they focused on just his Death domain. They couldn’t insult his intelligence nor abilities in combat since well…Shamura had made it clear he was ‘better’ than them in that regard. The only thing that ‘othered’ him aka his domain was all they had, which also might’ve been why favorite followers dying hurt so much, since it just was another thing Narinder ‘took’ from them, despite that not being the case at all. The outright misunderstanding of him being the God of Death rather than what he actually was being the God of the Dead was very much a misunderstanding. Narinder was a shepherd, not an executor, yet none of them were willing to realize that nor would’ve really cared had that difference been brought up. Might’ve also been why none of them really thought deeper on Shamura’s ‘Narinder’s going to betray us’ vision either, since deep down, the three were kinda looking for a way to one-up him until the moment they realized just how big of a mistake they’d made.

And once Narinder was gone and Shamura out of commission did the three also realize just how little they knew about handling things alone.

Boarders are by @/lambouillet

[technician-the]

New from Popular Robotics Magazine; this little Gardiner stands ready to protect and nurture your plants! 

the robot features a range of useful sensors and a self watering system. Full plans inside this months issue, on newsstands now!

unlike the last couple of days, I actually had tons of ideas for a robot+flower compositions. I also already have made a robot plant pot, but that one was a more fantastic quadruped design, and I felt I haven't made enough bipeds so far.

Most of the electronics are actually real, I used cad models as a base to get started, so this design boarders on actually build-able. the pump is even one I saw being sold as good for plant watering systems (lol)  

the background is my kitchen table, quickly built out from a 360 photo. this is the third time Ive used it. and there are some distortions, so I should probably takes some more photos and make a better model.

[demonsreverie]

Gerudo weaving update‼️

I have been away from this craft for FAR TOO LONG. Mistakes upon mistakes!! But that’s okay(ish) because I jumped into this project prepared for that.

So! From the top, I need to use a different heddle and much thinner thread if I’m going to have any chance at getting the boarder details in there. (This is a somewhat pricy endeavor unfortunately.)

Also! I need practice practice practice! How wonderful that my loom is all warped up with a nice long space for that, eh?

Here’s my first practice slot! Just a plain weave (what the rigid heddle loom does best!) with simple color changes!

[A small rectangle of plain weave. Mostly off-white, with a top and bottom section of yellow, orange, yellow. Two vertical rows of orange just inside a white boarder- all of these little projects will have that since the weft cannot be altered. Bars of thick black yarn frame the weave on the top and bottom, these allow me to calibrate the tension and leave space for tying off each project.]

I don’t know if it’s really visible but the top section of color changes is MUCH better than the first, my goodness, how sloppy 🤭 Once a project is off the loom, washed and ironed, it generally fills in and helps with some of those issues, but I’ll likely have to do some post work on this first one to help it look nice.

Also also! The local library has been raided!

[the weaver’s idea book by Jane Patrick and Inventive Weaving on a Little Loom by Syne Mitchell]

I’ll be pulling all kinds of fun things that I’ve never done from these for the rest of my little practice weaves~

Wish me luck!! 🤍✨

[jewreallythinkthat]

Do I want a Palestinian state recognised? Yes. Obviously. I don't believe that I can think the Jewish people deserve a state, but not extend the same right to the Palestinians (boarders are a different discussion).

My problem with the announcement from the UN is that once again, they are ignoring half the issues (the ones that affect Israelis and Jews) in favour of trying to regain their legitimacy in the court of public opinion.

Hamas can have 0 (zero) part in the running of a Palestinian state. They are aware of this, it's why they don't actually want one. The worst thing for Hamas is suddenly having to follow international law or face consequences in a way they never have had to before when posing as a "legitimate resistance" (news flash: they aren't). If Hamas becomes a government of a nation, they are beholden to all sorts of things... Like the responsibility to protect their own citizens, which they openly admit they do not at the moment and they do not believe it is their job to, despite being elected to do just that.

The moment Palestine becomes a state, while still holding hostages, openly and proudly holding abducted civilians from another legitimate state, they lose all sorts of standing on the international stage because they are acting in a hostile way, have declared war, and it becomes very difficult to get any international support on a governmental level.

Additionally, if you look at Afghanistan, the Taliban now run the country and interviews with members of the Taliban have shown they HATE it. They are bored, and uninterested. They enjoyed the fighting because it was exciting. Actual admin, the neccesary behaviour to run a successful country is not what they want to be doing. They want to be fighting.

And Hamas will be exactly the same.

Theyndo not want peace, they do not really want a state. They want death, and publicity and money and this war is the best way for them to get that.

[ttiot]

And it’s not just healthcare, he hasn’t had plans on any issue (including boarder security) EXCEPT for tax cuts for the rich and issues related to the wealthy maintaining more control of the wealth and power. Everything else is just smoke and mirrors to distract you from the fact he’s locking in wealth control.

[alltoowille]

Say what you will about Sargust, I have never seen a better depiction of daddy issues. All Sara wants is someone to choose her and provide for her. The first thing August does is kiss her, even though he’s with the most popular girl in school. He’s a man in all the ways her father fails to be—he’s able to help her become a boarder at Hillerska; he’s a leader, a hard working, strong older guy who takes care of himself. Most importantly, he repeatedly chooses her, even when she doesn’t choose him. And when they aren’t together in season 3, she’s with her dad for the first time in years while he sings about how he can change and he’s not the same. But he hasn’t changed, he is the same, and as soon as Micke lets her down again, she needs August to fill that void and make her feel safe again