#NEVER BEEN

[tha-wrecka-stow]

You Can Find Part II -> Here

[loo011]

I am every day growing more and more irrationally sick of the jd fandom massively downplaying Jackson and exer's relationship.

They're BOTH the main characters (Jackson more but still). They're the face of the webtoon. Their relationship is the most important thing in the plot IF it's not the whole plot.

And yet most readers just don't care and it's REALLY getting on my nerves.

[alitan99]

As per @wisecrackingeric-2 ‘s instruction, I am HAPPY TO SHARE MY CAMEO VIDEO FROM ANDRE PEÑA. LLUIS CAN SING YALL HERES THE PROOF. ENJOY

[akiizayoi4869]

I mean.....🤣🤣🤣

[anxietypossumart]

*enters confessional, does the sign of the cross upside down* forgive me father for i have sinned.... i just love making snufkin cry

(From this)

[finitofreeway]

Pittsburgh, PA // 2010

[sanctus-ingenium]

Thoughts on Lough Neagh?

environmental disaster

[coralreeferband]

The Holdovers got me lookin at flights to Boston

[skyrim-forever]

im nearly done the second chapter of my Lucien Lachance x OC: Valeria fic and hmmmmmmmmmmmmm

I think my soul is dirty  🙃 🙃 🙃

[definitelynotyourdad]

Waffle house: go for the waffles, stay for the wrestling

[tha-wrecka-stow]

You Can Find The Original Version -> Here

[juhnkit]

BETZEFER - Never Been [Official Music Video] (2016)

[ahungeringknife]

Never Been 1

365: April 5-11

Never Been

There were always a lot of dogs in Masyaf. If you’d call a dæmon that looked like a dog a dog at least. That didn’t stop most Assassins from having dog dæmons and Malik was no exception. Nishtar was a cream and white canaan dog and wasn’t even the only one. Canaan dogs were popular choices for Assassins along with their sleek saluki cousins. Ones who didn’t have dogs had other useful dæmons; birds or cats or even rats. Rauf had a mongoose and that made everyone just uneasy around him, especially the handful of men who had snakes as dæmons. But most of them had dogs because, and everyone knew this, they were dogs; loyal, obedient, and if need be, vicious.

Today was one of the last inspections Malik would have as a journeyman. He’d made his first kill years ago and would get to become a proper Assassin soon. Nishtar had settled but that wasn’t enough to be considered an ‘adult’ in Masyaf. You had to finish your training and Malik was so close. Hopefully today would be the last time he had to line up for inspection with the rest of his age mates. No one liked inspection. It was simply the worst part of the training.

The hall monitor came by and you stood outside your door with your dæmon by your side, or in easy view, and they made sure you were dressed properly and then reached out and touched your dæmon. If you flinched you were sent to contact training, if you didn’t you were left to your own devices until whatever normal training or lessons you had. Malik hated it. It always made him want to throw up and had since he was a boy. He wasn’t the only one. He had vivid memories all through his life of the other boys in his hall yelling or puking when their dæmons were touched by their hall monitor. One time a knife had been drawn. No attack had followed up on it but the fight trigger had been so strong. Malik had never puked thankfully but he’d been trained out of reacting when people touched his dæmon.

He stood with his roommate outside their room. Zain’s dæmon Basket (what a fucking stupid name for a dæmon) was also a dog but his looked more like a pharaoh hound mixed with some stringy pariah dog you’d see out in the wastes between civilization and it always trembled during inspection. Malik felt Nishtar look around his legs at Basket and he lightly tapped her side with his leg: don’t look at Basket.

‘He’s going to get himself in trouble,’ Nishtar said into his mind.

‘Not our problem,’ he thought back.

‘He’s so annoying when he fails inspection,’ she complained. ‘He’s going to fail this time I just know it. And then he’s going to climb onto the bed and cry.’

‘Not our problem,’ Malik thought as the hall monitor was drawing closer. Their own dæmon was a canaan dog too but was darker brown with a cream collar and saddle. Bistil stalked up and down the journeymen and novices being inspected today and like Nishtar he noticed how jittery Basket was today. Unlike Nishtar he didn’t care and just glared daggers at the shivering dæmon but moved on ahead of his person.

The hall monitor looked Malik over briefly and noted on his board that his uniform was satisfactory. Then he leaned down and gave Nishtar a rough but agreeable pet on the top of her head. She closed her eyes at the rough attention but didn’t flinch away. Malik didn’t flinch either and just stood there but his stomach was in an absolute knot. He was going to throw up if this went on much longer and he hadn’t had breakfast yet so it would just be bile and stomach acid. Worse was Nishtar was sympathetic to stuff like that so if Malik threw up his dæmon would too and everyone had the same vitriolic reaction listening to a dog throwing up.

It only lasted about five seconds but that was enough. Malik blinked when the hand was removed from Nishtar’s head but he didn’t breathe out yet. That was still a flinch. The hall monitor inspected Zain and Basket next.

Malik lurched away when the hall monitor went to pet Basket and as soon as he touched Basket’s head the dæmon lashed out to bite the hand. Before he could even do so, it happened so fast, Bistil was on top of him, jaws around Basket’s throat and Basket on the ground.

Every dæmon in the hall started barking like crazy and in the confined space it was so loud Malik was momentarily stunned.

The hall monitor pulled Bistil off of Basket who lay on the ground breathing hard, tongue lolling out of his mouth. He bled but not so much he’d bleed out and Malik reached out and put his hand on Nishtar’s head. She’d moved to stand between his legs protectively, barking furiously at Bistil, or maybe Basket. ‘I told you he’d fail! And he’s going to be so annoying,’ she said into his mind.

Bistil started barking back at the other dæmons and quickly everyone quieted. Everyone knew who was in charge and it was Bistil. Malik kept his hand on Nishtar anyway.

The hall monitor didn’t look too ruffled by the whole thing. Zain was knelt by his dæmon who was still just laying on the ground panting hard, eyes wide and wild. “Once you’ve cleaned up this mess make sure you go down to contact conditioning,” he told Zain.

“Yes, sir,” Zain said, not looking at him.

“Everyone back into positions,” the hall monitor snapped. “Your inspection is not over.” But Malik noted he wasn’t the only one who’d moved to have their dæmon stand or sit between their legs. Down the hall from the way the hall monitor had come Malik did see to some amusement Paul trying and failing to pull his completely puffed up cat dæmon off him.

‘Basket and Zain better get their act together,’ Nishtar said.

‘They’ll be fine,’ Malik said back but didn’t pet her despite wanting to. The hall monitor continued the rest of the inspection without incident and Malik was grateful when they were all released. He wanted to go get breakfast and properly settle his stomach after Nishtar had been touched.

[felgueirosa]

should i go to pride alone?

[bun800]

Never been, nor do I think I'll ever go unless hired. Been to Universal Studios and SeaWorld back in 2000 though!