#Ha Do Villas

[gh-0-stcup]

Daniel and Armand spent four years meeting up and having long, intense conversations about philosophy, culture, and history before they officially got together.

They had a very active social life and seemed to spend several years doing a wide variety of interesting activities together.

Daniel mentions how he grew increasingly bitter over the years. Things between him and Armand fell apart due to Armand not being willing to turn Daniel.

Daniel is free to leave at any time. Armand won't try to chase Daniel down if Daniel doesn't want to be there.

Daniel's alcoholism spirals out of control when he isn't with Armand. Daniel has been on the verge of death because of his alcoholism multiple times prior to this chapter.

[teecupangel]

Desmond has all the abilities of a Minecraft player with all the skills of the greatest assassins and Dream and Techno blade put together...

Don't know why I wanna see this happen but I do.

Everyone would think he was a POE and try to capture him. But he has potions, enchantments and the ability to teleport via enderpearl. You cannot contain him.

He is the man of blocks!

Desmond played Minecraft on his free time. It was something to do when he wasn’t working.

It was simple and there was this… sense of freedom.

The only goal to take note of while playing was whatever Desmond aimed to do.

He only played solo though. He had no problem playing with other people but there wasn’t… there wasn’t anybody to play with.

He didn’t mind.

It was relaxing, being the only player in a vast world.

He could do whatever he wanted, only limited by the constraint of the game itself.

Minecraft was a way to relax.

A way to feel like he had more control over his life, even if it was just for a few hours during his day offs.

He never expected this to happen.

“Desmond…”

Desmond already felt like he was getting a headache thanks to the high-pitched tone of Shaun’s voice.

“Did you build a house?!”

Desmond sighed and rubbed his face as he mumbled, “Yeah, kinda.”

“Kinda? We left you alone for an hour!” Shaun sputtered, waving his hands over the small cabin-like structure that was now stationed in what used to be the back garden of the Auditore Villa. Shaun turned to face Lucy as he shouted in a panicky tone, “Why would you let him do this?!”

“He shouldn’t be able to!” Lucy tried to defend herself, “I told him to take a break while you and Rebecca were going on a supply run! Shaun! Look!”

She pointed at the cabin as she said, “There’s no way Desmond could have build this in an hour!”

“It wasn’t there before!” Shaun reminded her.

“Why does it look so familiar?” Rebecca mumbled as she rubbed her chin.

Desmond sighed, “Look, I get it, okay. Give me 5 minutes and I’ll clean it all up.”

Desmond didn’t wait for them to say anything and walked towards the cabin. He stared at his confused team and just…

… smacked one of the blocks of the cabin.

It disappeared in thin air.

And Desmond got a notification that he received a block of concrete.

Their jaws slacked when they noticed the sudden disappearance of exactly 1 cubic meter from where Desmond had smacked the cottage. They continued to be frozen in shock as Desmond started smacking the cabin, making it disappear one cubic meter at a time.

Once the entire cabin had disappeared and Desmond was busy checking his inventory, he heard Rebecca said, “What the fuck.”

That was Desmond’s line when he accidentally smacked the wall in Mario’s study on his way out.

He just shrugged.

He also did not know why he was able to play Minecraft in real life.

All he knew was…

He had a feeling he got this ‘power’ after he was hit by the light that erupted from the Apple in Altaïr’s memories.

[idontknowreallywhy]

Resurface 35 - Reappraise

Story to date in order (Tumblr / AO3)

Previous chapter

ART!VIRGIL KLAXON

Perhaps if you hadn’t read them before these two chapters (here and here) may make more sense of what Virgil has been drawing.

And if you missed the wee!Earth&Sky flying machine adventure, that is contained in this one and this one.

But now, onwards! Virgy-boy still has some demons to exorcise and needs Scooter to help him. Points to whoever spots the cameo from an old friend 😈

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The view from Virgil’s balcony was very similar, but subtly different. They weren’t adjacent - both John’s often-empty and Dad’s always-empty room lay between - and the shift of a few metres to the left meant the light reflected off different facets of the damp rocks of Mateo and the shadows changed shape. The sea met the shore at a marginally different angle, the light refracting through the shallows and hitting the greener end of blue. Two of the trees visible from Scott’s were hidden by the curve of Roundhouse Peak.

Scott hadn’t noticed any of this before Virgil pointed it out. What he did know was that on his own the breeze was stronger and there was fractionally more sky. On a hot day he’d always advocate for the cooler, more exposed position. Where he could see as far as possible. Where he could breathe.

But on a cooler evening, there was something comforting about how the sun’s residual heat radiated from the stone and bathed Virgil’s preferred haven in a warm glow.

Virgil had added to the warmth that evening by opening a bottle of Scott’s favourite scotch which he’d clearly stashed away at some point. Had it been one of the others who produced such a thing, Scott would be waiting for ‘The Favour’ or ‘The Difficult Question’. In Gordon’s case, quite frequently ‘The Confession’.

Virgil, however, often just did it to be nice. And Virgil knew that, unlike Dad and himself, Scott preferred his liquor without rocks. He took another sip and rested his head back with a contented sigh, allowing the liquid to rest on his tongue.

“Scott?”

“Mmmmhmm?” The heat spread through his sinuses as he breathed over it.

“Can I ask you a favour?”

Oh!

The whiskey hit the back of Scott’s throat and his eyeballs burned. Virgil seemed hesitant which mean this was going to be important! He coughed and croaked out a hurried confirmation:

“Always.”

Virgil, staring out to sea, appeared not to notice his brother’s nasal passages vaporising which, again, indicated something was Up. Scott scrubbed at his eyes with a sleeve and with an iron will, forced himself to get a grip of his respiratory system. He was about to say something else encouraging when Virgil suddenly spun to face him and in a voice of utmost seriousness stated:

“It’s a weird one.”

Scott raised an amused eyebrow.

“I can do weird.”

“Would you wear it again?”

The other eyebrow joined it with vigour.

“Wear what? If you’re asking about Halloween and that cursed Superman costume, Alan beat you to it and it’s a hard no. I might be persuaded to consider Batman but only if you’re Robin.”

Virgil snorted and swirled the ice in his glass. The not ungenerous measure he’d poured himself having already disappeared.

“As you very well know I don’t do tights. Not after the Christmas debacle.”

“I think you made a lovely elf.”

“You’re deranged.”

“Yeah but you love me.”

Virgil threw an ice cube at his head before conceding: “I do. Yes.”

He then frowned.

“Scooter, are you CRYING?”

“Nope. No no I’m just… enjoying this with ALL my senses.” He raised the glass and winked.

Virgil narrowed his eyes as if invisibly scanning his brother, then with a quirk of an eyebrow seemed to conclude there was no sudden emotional devastation and released him from scrutiny. He looked back out towards Mateo and tracked the petrels swooping to and from their rocky nests.

Scott followed his line of sight and started a little. There was a small cave at the base of Mateo which was invisible from Scott’s balcony. How had he never seen that before? He was about to point it out when he realised he’d distracted Virgil from his question.

“If you didn’t mean Halloween… what are you asking?”

“Your uniform. The, uh, air force one.”

“Hell no. I’m planning to burn it. That’s not part of my life anymore.”

“That doesn’t sound very environmentally friendly…”

“Alright bury it then. Shred it and bury it. No… shred it, dissolve it in acid then bury it.”

Virgil blinked. “Have you been watching murder mystery reruns again?”

“They’re relaxing.”

“Riiiiiiight.” Despite the feigned disbelief, Scott knew that Virgil had been the one to add three hundred and thirty-six hours worth of ‘A Century of Detective Classics’ to the family server and he knew Virgil knew that he knew that he’d done it as a cunning way to tempt Scott into some downtime. Devious little brothers… who… needed reassuring, immediately.

“It hurt you so it’s got to die. Don’t worry. I don’t even want to touch it again. If Grandma hadn’t spirited it away somewhere to clean it would be gone already.”

“Oh.” Perhaps imbibing scotch straight into his brain had slowed him down, but Virgil didn’t seem as reassured as Scott had intended.

“Don’t you need it for Ash’s dinner? You should go to that, it’s important.”

“I’ll work something out.”

“Oh, ok.” Virgil went quiet again and Scott realised he’d given the wrong answer somehow but wasn’t quite sure how to change it.

“What’s on your mind, Virgil?”

He sighed and cracked his knuckles one by one, making Scott cringe.

“Would you… um, would you wear it once more if… I… for me to… uh…”

“For you?! But… I don’t understand! It made you so unwell? I thought you hated it?”

“I did. I do. But… I don’t want to carry that fear anymore, I can’t be scared of CLOTHES. It’s… I just can’t. It’s ridiculous. And, well… and I was thinking perhaps if I was prepared… if it wasn’t a surprise… it might… I might not react quite so badly? My last memory of it wouldn’t be… uh… so heavy? And maybe I could finish my book.”

“Your book?” Now Scott was really bewildered.

Virgil put down his glass and disappeared into his suite, returning swiftly with one of the large black ring-bound pads of thick art paper the like of which Scott had seen many times. This one was more battered than most and his little brother clutched it to his chest for a moment then cleared his throat awkwardly as he sat down.

“I found it when I was hunting for a sketch I wanted to work up for the exhibition next month. Some of them aren’t… very nice. I was going to just throw it away but Gordon thinks I should complete it… finish the story.”

“Gordon’s seen it?” Scott wasn’t actually jealous, he was relieved to discover - the little snakelike green monster’s appearance seemed to have been limited to the ‘other’ version of himself. But he found himself kind of intrigued that their fish brother was apparently giving art advice these days.

Virgil rolled his eyes and growled quietly. “You know what he’s like… I foolishly tried to hide it when he burst into the room and of course he noticed and he wouldn’t let up until I showed him.”

“May I see?”

Virgil chewed his lip and nodded. Scott shuffled his lounger closer such that they were shoulder to shoulder and felt his jaw drop as Virgil opened to the first page and he saw a vivid recreation in pastel of his toddler self proudly holding a tiny baby Virgil, Mom and Dad hovering in the background. The baby’s fingers were wrapped tightly around his thumb and Virgil had sketched several enlarged views of their chubby hands in pencil along the bottom.

He turned the pages slowly and Scott saw several scenes he definitely recognised from childhood photographs and some he thought must have come from Virgil’s memory. They paddled in a watercolour sea together, rode their bikes in oils, Scott dangled upside down from a charcoal tree with chalky Virgil underneath, arms stretched upwards. There was a cartoon school bus with a dimpled stickman waving from the window.

He smiled as he recognised the two of them with the flying machine on the roof, although he remembered it as much sturdier than the painting suggested. The faded but detailed cross-section taped in to the next double page disabused him of that impression. This one was covered in his own scrawly handwriting. Scott chuckled and raised a hand to the scar on his jaw.

“Oh DEAR, I’d thought it was a much better design than that!”

“Hmmmm.” Virgil rumbled “The basic concept was sound but the materials and our duct tape-biased construction methods left something to be desired and yeah… your “math” was a touch… shaky…”

Virgil smiled and turned over to another cross-section, only this time of a much more elegant design which was surrounded by small sketches of joints and diagrams showing balanced forces, each with the appropriate calculations painstakingly recorded in Virgil’s neat handwriting.

Scott gasped as he realised that this… this could work. Who was he kidding - it was Virgil’s design - of course it would work.

“You fixed it!”

“I did. I felt… bad that we never tried again and you didn’t get your moment.”

“My moment?! Virgil! I nearly killed us both!”

“You were only eleven.”

“Even so…” Scott tried very hard not to think of all the occasions since then when he hadn’t had ‘being only eleven’ as an excuse but the more he tried the more of them bubbled up in his memory like some kind of noxious gas polluting his only fresh water source. No. They were past this now… it was better. Things were changing. He was changing.

“I guess I had this idea that I could build it and if… if you ever came back…” he shook his head “it was just a silly…”

“No.” Scott interrupted, grabbing his arm and pressing his forehead into the side of Virgil’s head. “Not silly. Thoughtful. Ingenious. Seeing the potential in an idea and making it work? Very… YOU.”

Virgil gave a small smile and turned back to the book. Scott felt himself blush at page after page of sketches, all of himself - as a wide eyed child, a cocky teenager winking, a laughing adult flipping pancakes… even a few where he had apparently sprouted falcon wings, one where Virgil had them too.

Scott couldn’t imagine how many hours these must have taken to create

“When did you do all this?”

As soon as the words had left his mouth he knew it was a stupid question. Virgil shrugged and turned the page.

“When you were gone.”

Scott put his arm around Virgil’s shoulders and squeezed as he turned again, seemingly keen not to linger on any one image.

A blazing sun burned out of the page, the wall of colour marred only by a silhouette of the falcon-winged man, clearly falling, curled in on himself as the wings trailed limply behind, the dark shapes of lost feathers becoming larger and more detailed towards the top. No prizes for spotting the reference there. The real sun, heading swiftly towards the horizon seemed to lose most of its heat and a modern day Icarus-but-for-Many-Miraculous-Escapes wondered yet again how he could have been so blind.

If that one gave him a chill, the next made him shiver, the warmth from the whiskey had now entirely dissipated - a faint pencil outline Scott holding a heavily shadowed Virgil in his arms. Then… there was that same Air Force Grad photo, reproduced in a dozen different styles. The last one almost photo-realistic but crossed through in heavy red pen.

Virgil tried to skip several pages but Scott gently took his hand and turned back. He recognised the image of the crashing jet, over and over… pencil drawn, painted, scratched with a blade into a thick black layer of wax crayon. There followed a page solely of fire. Skeletal outlines of fighter jets. Storms. Crowds of agonised faces. An incredibly detailed map of Bereznik decorated with vicious-looking black insects.

The last few pages shocked Scott the most - all the pictures were drawn on scraps of paper, and then glued in. The largest was a drawing in black ballpoint pen of an almost unrecognisable bearded stranger in a hospital bed, covered in bandages and tubes. There were smaller pencil studies of bruised hands, a foot, an ear, eyebrows over sunken eye sockets, a nearly skeletal chin with a scar… his scar. Scott swallowed hard - he’d looked that bad?

One smaller image stood out as it had clearly been screwed into a ball before being flattened out to stick on to the page. Scott’s younger self winked and laughed up at him from behind the creases, one arm wrapped around a huge box of popcorn, the other hand reaching out of the page towards him. Virgil had clearly got hold of a blue ballpoint pen for this one and had skilfully used it to produce a rainbow’s worth of blue shades. The picture somehow gleamed at him and Scott felt the green serpent stir in his gut. He bit the side of his tongue and motioned for Virgil to turn over to the next.

The very last page contained only the sky in vivid shades of blue with light wisps of cloud: Virgil’s starting place.

Scott swallowed hard as he realised Gordon hadn’t been giving art advice at all.

“I put it away when dad brought you home.”

“It’s… Wow…”

“It was an outlet.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It wasn’t your fault, Scotty.”

“Not all of it. Some things though.”

He pulled his brother close again and planted a kiss in his hair.

“So how do you want to finish it?”

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[kaidanalenkosprmanager]

"Did I ever tell you about my Omega casino run in with the Blue Suns, Eclipse, and the Blood Pack Vorcha mafia? Five thousand credits and a bottle of whiskey?"

Ft. Staff Cmdr. Kaidan Alenko, Operations Chief Ashley Williams, Zaeed Massani, & Seven. Dominik Shepard. Phoebus. MIRA'S MORE CANON ME1.5 "Are you Phoebus?" AKA: Pt. 1 of some of what happens between ME1 and ME2 with the Vorcha mafia storyline. :) Mass Effect: Legendary Edition (2021)

[kitsquared]

I'm obsessed with everyone

Everyone

Asking if Pereshati still wants to stay in the Grand Duchy

We just need Saoirse and Islette's thoughts on the matter if we want all the main family's thoughts

As for Therdeo

I wished I went a bit more into ch 117 but going into it, you can tell from this panel and how silent and mostly blank/unseen expression the whole time talking to Pereshati that he was very very guilty of what she had to go through because of him and the family and genuinely concerned for her

And. Very anxious of how she feels because of it.

Anxious maybe of keeping her with the Lapileons, too. Since not even the whole family gesture during the party protected Pereshati from the princess

Not to mention they had a big fight over an issue that also made Therdeo fear she might leave. They made up but it's still fresh.

Her confiding in him how terrified she felt and that she only thought of him

That uprooted any doubts he had and strengthened his resolve to keep her by his side

His family is questioning it

The princess makes a deal to lift the generations old curse on the family if he gives Pereshati up to her

The family heirloom ring he gave Pereshati in view on princess Dodolea's finger

And he tosses the ring to burn

I am at awe of this man.

And Pereshati has been telling everyone she's fine. But we haven't heard her definite answer to this either while knowing all that's happened since the incident

Nor the answer she gave Gloria before all this

And I know this story hangs onto what she decides for herself

Especially in this season that started out with Pereshati trying figure out how to deal with her business and feeling shame for not being able to bring it to success by herself but she learns the worth in herself and her actions while also relying on others, particularly and because of Therdeo

[beachyserasims]

♡ Intimate Moments | Judi & Rowan | GENEVA ISLAND

* Judi and Rowan are talking at the fire pits*

J: Tell me Row, how has your experience been here? I think we’re  leaving soon…

R: I think you’re right. And well, it’s been… an experience.

J: Good or bad?

R: A little of both I guess, definitely not what I was expecting though.

J: Same here.

R: You know what’s insane though? We have been coupled up since day one…

J: I know, it’s crazy to think, at least for me it is.

R: Good or bad?

J: Good, I wanted to prove to myself that I could buckle down, if I tried hard enough.

R: Well honestly, no offense Judi but, that doesn’t sound like you enjoyed it very much… More like you tolerated it. Plus, I’ve seen you with Justin and Sean… Do you wish you could have coupled up with them instead?

J: Not at all, it would have been waaayy too weird with Autumn… And Justin is totally into Jas, even if he wasn’t… I do like you a lot Rowan, I just don’t know how to be serious cause I never have been about anything really… Especially with emotions. But I want to keep trying, I just need to go slow when it comes to the seriousness of it all… I’m sorry if I ever hurt you because of my commitment issues.

R: It’s ok, I get it, at least I’m trying to…

J: I think the fact that we are together here in the end means something special, and even though I’m scared, it’s a good kind of frightened. Like the moment before you step into a big party… You know it’s gonna be worth it but the first step is the hardest… If that makes sense.

R: It does. I wanted to go slow with you too, and I think we did that. Maybe it wasn’t the most ideal path, but we made it. Our friendship is better than ever and to be coupled up with you in the end means a lot to me Judi. Whatever happens next, I’m glad we were here together.

J: Same with me Rowan.

* they hug *

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[fideidefenswhore]

The Other Boleyn Girl (the Portman & Johansson movie)

well...let's just say i had in common what most historians reviewing the other tudor production peter morgan did (henry viii 2003), critique-wise....

that oblique critique dashed off; here we go:

eric bana as hviii...i mean, i don't know who i would've wanted instead, but this was not it.

i mean, this is kind of more attributable to the writing, but this was such a staid, somber, sullen henry (much like worsley's six wives doc, good casting, but bruh, was that personality ever not evident and he was a cardboard cutout)...not that that wasn't one of his dimensions, but he could also be giddy, life-loving, charismatic. frankly, even firebrand captured this better than tobg (altho, similar critique re: the SA scenes)

the henry percy arc was a mess. or, to be more specific, the henry percy arc thrown into relief with the other script choices was a mess (anne is actually crushing severely on hviii from the very start, and percy is her consolation prize, in the film, when it's usually the reverse, and like, i would be fine with this choice, it was at least something new and thus subversion of expectations re: the usual formula...if there wasn't that horrible SA scene with them placed around blackfriars to go with it). at turns, i'm not even sure why they used this source material as adaptation, if they were going to veer off it so severely, and the choices made here don't match the ones morgan made for his previous miniseries either (henry viii 2003, wherein she's deeply in love with percy, very genuinely frightened and wary of the king's pursuit, and has the memorable line of "as comfortable as prisons get" re: luxurious court accomodations circa 1525-6), which is weird...(considering in other places, like with the SA scene-- simply placed at different dates, but still in both-- and this exchange--he transposed excerpts of the previous script onto the new film script near, or total, verbatim...)

speaking of, actually, i think this would've just made a better miniseries, the structure of the novel would be more adaptable to that (i know it was, but like, one with a respectable budget, better casting, and six episodes, not three). there are so many scenes from tobg i would like to see adapted, it was long enough that it pretty much has an iteration of most of the ones in tudors (and sometimes, imo, better ones...like, i like the version of the scene where anne has her brat summer over catherine still making henry's shirts in the tobg novel > tudors' version, for example)

i didn't hate the relationship between norfolk and anne in this film, but i would've liked more time devoted to it and had it been more faithful to the novel, this dynamic where he's sort of (reluctantly) impressed by her... there's so few iterations with a relationship dynamic that's more of an alliance, with any affection, besides this novel i think the only other one that left an impression they even used to have an alliance or suggestion of affection was anne boleyn 2021

i have more, but, five items limit, so....tags

[marciliedonato]

pov: you and the homies all share the same brain cell 🤭 🤭

@mcrbois @houseofwolvesv2​

[cloysterbell]

So I'm an RTD girlie who gave up on doctor who somewhere in the moffat era before chibnall even took over and so I've missed all of thirteen's tenure. I don't have it in me to watch all of her seasons at this moment in time but I LOVE Jodie and your gifs look so compelling.

Would you be able to recommend your top 5 episodes with 13 or something so I can rectify the error of my ways, at least a little bit?

Hmmmmmmm I would say that for a complete Thirteen novice you should watch:

The Woman Who Fell to Earth

It Takes You Away

Spyfall pts 1 & 2

The Haunting of Villa Diodati

And probably Fugitive of the Judoon and The Timeless Children just because those are very important series lore episodes that are important to watch even if you very much disagree with most of the choices that Chibnall made

Also probably The Power of the Doctor so you can watch Thirteen's full regeneration episode (and Jacob Anderson <3)

[twifairy]

Veilguard mod that lets your Rook just go "okay what the FUCK" when you walk into Villa Dellamorte after watching Lucanis decorate his room with such signature furnishings as "Unwashed Coffee Cup Number Eleven"

[moonyslesbian]

one thing about buddie stans is theyre gonna make up a theory

[toxictac]

Did this drawing yesterday but i forgot to post it lol, been really into isekai genderbend manga

So yeah i basicly made batman isekai, as the brother of a fan of a otome game reincanates as the villaness and takes in a double life as vigilante

So for a random drawing i got suprisingly deep into the idea, so im gonna try to make it consince

So the main character isnt a fan of the visual novel perse, being the brother of a girl that due to an illness spend her days at a hospital where she would play (and obsess over) said visual novel

The main character is transported to this world after opening the laptop of her supose decises sister and gets transported to the world of the otome game as the villaness

Due to his mental state he mostly tries to keep appearences untill a fatefull encounter, where seeing a mysterious person save her he from a bounch of thiefs (the main protagonist) gains a porpouse on his life, he decides to take on the injustices of the world by becoming a vigilante

I imagine the series would pick up from an early age and just like other villaness stories he would have certain hints from his past (althought not as clear due to his second hand knowlage) that he would try to use while still keeping up appearences as the villanes

I specially would like for her brother to be the main antagonist as the main chief officer and her sister to still be alive but as the main character (with neither of her or his brother knowing their secrets)

Im basicly imagine isekai political royalty with kickass and a dash of fun comedy shonen, in a sortha generic fantasy setting with some sorth magic tecnology

[spotinthespiral]

Shout-Out to Cool Ranch, for making me forget I was a Pirate.

Legit I was in there for so long being a bounty hunter and driving one of the Bison-Origin ships I was convinced I was a Cowboy. When the 7 finally mentioned Captain Blood I was like, ???????

Also, my roomie heard me say, "Right. Captain Blood." Outloud and glanced over to my screen before going, "Are you still in the wild west? Which pirate is this??" And I tiredly replied that it was Ryan (my main) and she just kinda laughed and shook her head. (<- Has never played P101 or W101 in her life btw. She just hears me mentioned it once in a blue moon.)

[timoswerner]

really really sick of some fans blaming everything solely on the players and saying conte’s innocent. look at newcastle, fulham, brentford, brighton. player for player they have worse squads than us and yet newcastle are smashing it and are in the top 4, the others are playing fucking good football and are in the top half of the table when usually you wouldn’t be surprised to see them in the in the bottom half. the difference? actually being coached well and managers playing to the players strengths instead of playing systems that don’t fucking suit them. the way we set up and play is on conte

[deus-ex-mona]

“a sicks’ dream come true; coming soon to fanfic channels near you”