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[tamsinbeybey-she-no-porcupine]

Lieutenant Havers appreciation post: three four times he smiled at the Captain while his eyes said it all

Updating this one after two years because Cap died loved

Again an amazing portrayal by Peter Sandys Clarke

[taiwantalk]

I meant to say this for a while but couldn’t quite articulate it.

And that this, is it not weird that news articles continue to refer to “x” as “formerly known as twitter”? or various ways to mention twitter despite that it’s really “x” now?

I get a feeling that in addition to being accurate or precise, writers & the public just really don’t like the single letter name for the social media.

like, what’re you supposed to say when you posted a message on “x”?

I “xed” instead of “tweeted”?

or xing for tweeting?

Or I’m an xer instead of tweeter?

How about she xes too much crap instead she tweets too much craps?

Editorial addition: and also how are we supposed to pronounce it? This shit is going to fuck all english conventional pronunciation rules.

I’m guessing that xing would pronounce as exing

and xer would be exer, xed would be exed…. But talk about all the freaking puns or words that may sound similar.

Like all my exes live in texas and x shit about my xs. Wtf 😭 😭 😭

[serpentface]

The goddess Arweny, depicted in Setem-Whe ornamental style. She is usually described as a female elowey protruding from the jaws of a gigantic serpent, or as a small snake with a rat perpetually stuck in its throat.

She is considered to be one of many local spirits of the wilds across the vast forested region known as Nekhuatseth, and is venerated (and cursed) as the god of the hunt-interrupted. She is believed to lend strength and speed to hunted quarry, allowing them to escape predation against insurmountable odds. She is completely impartial, and will lend her mercy to an insect just as easily as she would to a person.

Hunters blame her when what seems to be a certain kill escapes, and pray to her when they find themselves hunted. In many places, it is believed that she will hide all prey if she is not appeased, and as such is left offerings of fruit and wine before any expedition. It is common in rural parts of Nekhuatseth to wear amulets depicting her likeness to ward off attacks from wild beasts.

A folktale from the Sykhilic cult (a Nekh and Setem-Whe religious order devoted to a lunar goddess, scattered in temples at the edges of wilderness areas) intends to teach youths about the dangers and impartiality of the wilds, and illustrates beliefs about Arweny's intervention in the cycle of hunter and hunted.

A young hunter walked alone through the wilds in the heat of the dry season. They were on their rite of passage, and as such were armed only with a knife and could feed only on what game and forage they found on their journey. They were three days in, tired and hungry and missing the comfort of the city more and more with every step.

The hunter stopped at the edge of a clearing to eat a few clumps of dry, tasteless grass. They chewed miserably and dreamed of the great feast that would be held upon their return, when they heard a sudden snap. The youth had only a moment to turn before a great beast seized them in its claws. A tyger had been stalking them, and now pinned them to the earth under one massive paw!

Thinking fast, the young hunter called upon one of the wild gods of these parts. 

“Arweny! Rat-Who-Chokes-The-Snake! Please, lend me your strength!”

And there was a great rustling in the bush, a sliding, slithering sound, and a cackle of frightful laughter. And the hunter felt every muscle in their body seize with a great strength, and they wrenched themself out of the stinking cat’s grasp.

The youth scampered up a tree and sat in its high boughs with their breast heaving. The cat paced below in helpless agitation, for the branches were far too lithe to support its great weight.

The great beast stalked away, and the hunter cried out their thanks to the lord of the triumphant prey and nursed their wounds.

The young hunter walked along deer trails all day, but there was no quarry to be seen, and the scents were weeks old and unpromising. With hunger now gnawing painfully at their gut, they came upon a great river. There were water lillies growing in the shallows with thick, tasty bulbs, and the air was alive with frogsong. The youth crept out into the muddy water, hoping to find something good to eat.

But a slight ripple on the water filled their gut with ice. Their instinct told them to be afraid, and in the fraction of a second, they whispered, “Arweny, lord of the hunt-interrupted, lend me your speed.”

And in that same moment, a colossal riverdrake sprang forth from the murk, faster than the hunter could have run. But their body was seized with a great quickness, and they leapt into the air, high above the drake’s head, and came down upon its jaws, forcing them shut with a snap!

As they sprang away from the beast, they heard a wet slithering sound, and that same cackle of triumph. They silently thanked the lord of the biting quarry, and ran far from the river and its dangers.

But now, the hunter was near starved. The small insects and dessicated grasses they had found along the way did little to abate their hunger. They needed to make a kill or they would surely starve.

And as if by divine will, they came across a river hog hopelessly tangled in a thorny mass of dead vines. It squealed and strained with all its might, but to no avail. The hog collapsed to its side and laid still, chest heaving and showing the terrified whites of its eyes. The hunter sighed in relief and drew their blade.

And suddenly, the hog trembled and burst away, ripping up and dragging all the vines along with it! The hunter was frozen in shock. How was this possible? The hog was as good as dead!

And as if to answer that question, they heard that same slithering, the sound of something heavy dragging its long body over the dry leafbed. And they heard that same cackle, a laugh of triumph, as the prey fled and the hunter starved.

[i-dreamed-i-had-a-son]

There is a brutal contrast in how Megatron and Optimus's stories end. Optimus nobly surrenders his spark, along with the Matrix of Leadership, having been sent off by his dear and trusted friends after giving them a fond farewell. He has accomplished his life's greatest goal; now he is able to rest. He dies willingly, at peace, bringing hope and giving life to the next generation by restoring the Allspark.

Megatron had already been killed, and was told that he can never join that very Allspark. Having been enslaved, and only released because of Optimus's actions, he is now reanimated, inhabiting his own corpse. His only remaining ally, who has constantly betrayed him, does not understand him. He flies off, alone, having lost all his forces and failed in his mission, and realizing that his life's greatest purpose was misguided. He is left, we can only assume, to live a hellish and hopeless life--a shell, consumed by the past.

And he did not tell Optimus goodbye. He knows that Optimus will leave him behind, will obtain the heaven he can never enter. He gives him the parting gift of his repentance, to acknowledge this. But in his refusal to say farewell, there is an echo of his own wretched endurance. He does not get to rest. Megatron will remain, eternally alone--eternally waiting for a reunion that will never come.

[lesbian-sunshim]

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[somnas-writes]

Sharing my writing on this website feels weird but

Imagine an Azriel that doesn’t exist. He’s a ghost in the eyes of the world, he isn’t known publicly, by the courts or even by his closest friends.

His job is the night courts spy, his job is to be sneaky and unknown, so why would he be a public figure? Why would there be records of his existence?

There are rumors about a male made of shadow, it’s a horror story maids tell the children of lords, so they behave. It’s an urban legend among the higher fae, the night courts monster that has no problem going undetected through your wards.

The high lords have a suspicion that a shadow spymaster exists, but they’ve never seen him nor do they have any proof.

Azriel who makes appearances as often as the planets align, whose existence is only confirmed to the Inner Circle of the night court. Even then, they rarely meet face to face, only relying messages through letters and notes.

An azriel who doesn’t exist, but desperately wants to.

[camembri]

every time I see people talking about post-canon one piece and about how the strawhats all go their separate ways it makes me want to start climbing walls and gnawing on the plaster!!!! what do you Mean the found family is going to split up... what do you mean they don't sail together forever... how else are they supposed to satisfy that itch under their skin... who else is meant to understand them... who else has seen their most agonizing moments and their best victories...

[wilsons-journey]

Astraeus Fateseeker

More information below the cut:

He is the father of both Vale (Former Co-Comander and Aurenes Champion) and Ronin. Both of his children come from different mothers - making them half brother and sister.

He left Vale's Family when she was very small. Vale herself can barely remember him. Astraeus is a Revenant and thus traveled the mist and the world a lot. Over the years he grew more and more disconnected from the world - seeing everything through a different layer.

He laters ends up in the Wizard-Tower and becomes Ascended. But before he does this, he fathers Ronin in the believe, Ro will play an essential role in the upcoming Events of Tyria. But it was not Ronin, it was his first Child that gets this role.

Sadly he forgot about her,... and thus misinterpreted a vision he had. Yet his Vision will still become true, just in a way that he hasn't intended.

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Some Sidenotes:

in the time Vale became Wayfinder for a short while, she was rescued by Astraeus in a fight against Kryptis, as Vale experienced another breakdown and thus was unable to fight. None of them remember each other

Astraeus was born with the same defect, he later inherits to his son Ronin - giving him a lot of female features, despite being a male.

some of the other Wizards also call him Starseeker. It comes from his appearance change, when he enters the mist:

he unknowingly met his grandson Orez in the mists.

he is able to see things, only a few other living beings can see (e.g. energies / anomalies or ghost)

he is able to experience visions like Glint or Aurene

[thedawningofthehour]

My mom is losing her shit over Defying Gravity like yes mom this is why every gay in the 2000s loved this musical.

[vivribbon]

[ocs] now that i've settled on the dynamic of these two i can do whatever i'd like with them

[tasticturbo]

[vimbry]

I wonder what the secret sauce is that separates work worthy of public ridicule and work worthy of respect. of course, this is completely subjective and dependent on how each individual responds to different things emotionally, both internally and in their external behaviour. so there probably isn't one sure-fire way of escaping the notion of "cringe", especially since you can never please everybody and honestly cringe culture is stupid, anyway.

I think of this concept a lot, bc there's plenty of earnestly-made art out there that people may consider too "overanalytical" for its subject matter. you know, imagine your standard deviantart-hosted comic or writings about a children's video game series that takes the world way beyond its original tone, or categorises things in a way that the source material likely never intended anyone to care about. there's a very (in)Famous comic along these lines that I'm sure came to a lot of your minds right now that was mercilessly torn apart online, long before the creator did anything actually morally despicable.

the most noticeable thing to elevate work above "cringe" is definitely having competent skills. if you can prove you've put the effort in on the technical side, then this usually makes your art more acceptable, compared to a more crude amateur or beginner, which is somehow a bad thing to be.

but there also seems to be some sort of rule that if you pepper enough irony or self-awareness into the work, it becomes palatable regardless of skill or subject matter? and that's no criticism of art that does this. "mr boop" could be defined as ironic, and I love that thing. but you have to do something, whether it's evident in the style, or the artist's demeanour, to show you're not That serious about this. you don't care That much about what you're making or anything. it's just interesting that you seem to have to put yourself down first before you can be seen to openly enjoy anything.

[inchidentally]

mclaren tiktok now one post away from being on tumblr

literally I am one half enjoying and one half slightly panicking bc we do NOT want to end up like other ships and have every single lando post littered with ship comments

like once in a while them going full landoscar is ok but dnw the PR corporatization of landoscar to happen like lando's other teammates

[tvckerwash]

the noncanon s9 trailer as a whole is very serious, but the idea that wash and maine would have gotten their asses beat by sim troopers on multiple occasions had the outposts not been first established until after the break in is unbelievably funny. these big bad freelancers are more interested in fucking around and goofing off during what is supposed to be a Very SeriousTM simulation exercise and it comes back to bite them so hard, and yall already know that the other freelancers would make sure they never lived it down.

[take-care-of-it]

Genuinely confused where the idea that Curly’s covered for actions akin to rape from Jimmy in the past came from. To my knowledge all Curly said was Jimmy’s had it rough in the past and that he’s “overcome difficult things before.” Now that’s very vague, so I could see an uncharitable read where you could take that from it. But is there more that I’ve just missed?

[adipostsstuff]

How do you think Es would react to meeting a neurotypical person for thr first time, assuming they get to escape Milgram and see the real world?