#P-Anth

[ace-planecrasher]

Happy New Year

Humans had always been the most rowdy of the great apes. Their civilization had struggled to get moving for a few thousand years but once it did everything really started going to the dogs. They ripped the trees from the Earth, slaughtered animals, erected shrines and great pillars of concrete and glass to their hubris and comfort, and they pumped strange chemicals into the sky. They attempted to take control of the logic of the world and bend it to fit their needs, but you can only bend something so much until it snaps.

It started in three different places, all at once: in the American state of New Mexico, the Kantō province of Japan, and out in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. Within minutes, everyone on Earth had heard about what happened and not one person knew how to react. It did not take long, though, for interpretations to gain momentum. Most were of the opinion that the appearance of the three angels heralded a great miracle, the return of god to the Earth, or some other great historic event and, in that sense, they were absolutely correct. Great pilgrimages began, people crossing the Earth however they could, just to bear witness to the divine creatures. People flooded into both nations. Neither country could slow the deluge of pilgrims, who feared neither imprisonment nor violence (at least the scientists were deterred by the threat of pain or death). The angels themselves, for their part, sat on golden thrones of sunlight that people tended to throw themselves down in front of despite the burning of their skin. The cities around these new holy sites were all swept up in the mass migration of people, within days they had been looted dry and supplies had to be shipped in en mass by benefactors, along with the Japanese government. The coast of California and the Eastern side of Japan were both crammed full of with massive cargo ships. For a little while they managed to form lines to unload at the docks and ports but eventually it became so congested that ships became trapped amongst themselves. The contents of the ships were either thrown onto the shore and carried off by car, or simply thrown into the sea with a quick prayer that it would find its way to those who need it. Most of the cargo ended up rotting in the ships or sinking into the sea, never to be touched by human hands. The airports were useless in the mad rush to approach the angels. Any nearby airports were quickly inundated with aircraft of all shapes and sizes: private jets, passenger planes, and any other aircraft people could get their hands on. Just as the rush cooled down and supply lines were established, the arch-angels delivered their messages. The angel over New Mexico spoke first, its name was FORCE. It spoke mountains shattering, tectonic plates colliding, and the tearing of the Earth. As it spoke their great fists clenched tightly. Many were swallowed by the Earth. Those who stood near its throne should have been instantly killed by the force but FORCE held their broken bodies together as a reward for their devotion. The throne now stood on a vast plateau of desert that stretched beyond the horizon in every direction. A great plume of dust, smoke, and dirt coated the Earth and blacked out the sky. Its task was to reshape the land. The next angel to speak had just been raised out of the ocean and now sat alone, in the dark, on an island of mud and dying fish. Her name was LIFE. She spread her arms and the dust and ash in the air was expelled from the atmosphere and laughed into space at incredible speeds. Anything in orbit, including the moon, were completely perforated with microscopic holes. She spoke new animals, plants, and diseases into the world. From her hands they spewed forth, into the sea and onto the land, and into the sky. Many of them were unfit for function and died shortly after and their meat fed her children. Her island became a verdant paradise of fresh life and the areas devastated by her sibling were rejuvenated. Her task was to bring forth new forms and excite the evolutionary process. The third angel held close the humans who had made it to their throne, protecting them from harm. The third angel’s name was APOTHEOSIS. Their task was to commit sin and corrupt the Earth. They discussed condemnation and punishment with the humans; those that repented were forgiven and scattered across the planet. Those humans that refused to apologize were twisted. They were removed from nature, no longer animals: they were now demons. The angel had eight minutes to change what they will about the new world before a heavenly spear struck them, pinning their body to the Earth. Legions of their demonic children and scores of Angels of all ranks descended upon the helpless body, consuming their grace along with their flesh. When they had finished and the last bit of flesh had been consumed, it was the first day of the new year 1.

[mostlyanything19]

SO: Episodes 1-3 are watched, here's some first impressions.

What I liked in no particular order:

Scanlan. TLOVM continues its mission to lean into what will eventually lead to Events To Come, and I think they're doing it well. A lot of Scanlan's little moments are genuinely touching, while still letting him be funny when the time calls for it.

Pike: Ashley's voice acting for Pike is probably at the top of the bunch for me - might sound weird, since they're all voicing their own characters, after all, but some I do like better than others. Every time she speaks it's kind of delightful.

Vax: Dis. A city of demons. Grog: Dis, a rock. Vax: what

Kima & Allura along for an adventure!! I reall love seeing more of them, AND having them not just there as "cool ally", but digging into their backstory a bit! Bringing up some old baggage and emotionally engaging them in the events!

Last season left me a little disappointed in the Perc'ahlia department, since the way they did everything that happened for them in the Feywild didn't hit home for me at all. BUT: Happy to say that they're VERY CUTE so far, and I liked nearly every moment a lot! Also:

Canoes. (Cassandra's presence so far was brief but very funny, I like her)

The se x scene gets its own bullet point because holy shit, I did NOT think they would get that explicit with it. Also I'm in love with Percy's blushy flustered little face. I shall now go and search for a screenshot of him with it under the rubble in Draconia, you know the one.

[wawek]

My grandpa today telling me i need to go to any university at all, no matter what it is

[morphinevelvetar]

𝓗𝓞𝓣 𝓚𝓞𝓣𝓩 𝓑𝓤𝓝𝓢⁣ a dinner party at BSMNT⁣

Dripping candles filled the mouth softly and jiggly...the lines of your hand are flooded by the same brown grease. It covers your skin, finds its way over the body. Your body. It drops. It drips. It floats its own streams. It builds its own strings...⁣ ⁣ "Follow it", a voice says.⁣

soloshow.online/hotkotz

[fizzingwizard]

Old vid from a cooking channel I often watch

I had knafeh exactly once, it was amaaaazing, and somehow, somehow I had no idea it had cheese in it?? Like when I saw these guys put cheese in I was like that must be a regional variety??? of which I’m sure there are many BUUUT without a doubt, what I had WAS made with cheese and I was just too wowed to notice lol lol

like. if you made me choose... this, or baklava... KNAFEH... is where it’s at bro :P

imagine, ME not noticing an epic cheese pull...

[worldlxvlys]

hey babe, i love ur writing its acc soo amazing. can you write about like chris or matt seeing you at one of their hockey games and while you were talking to some other guy, they score and do a celebration for you and obvi you don't see so they get pissed and then after the game they see you talking to the guy again and then they come up to you and grab your arm, pulling you into the locker room and then they yk fuck you for like three rounds and them they pocket your underwear and make you walk up to the guy you were talking to before and talk to them, but you're yk walking or limping and the guy notices and the you can do whatever you want

also this could be for either matt or chris or even nate

attention

chris sturniolo x reader

warnings: smuttt (don’t read if you don’t like), p in v, cream pie, oral (fem receiving), cursing, semi- public sex

a/n: i did chris cause i feel like i’ve seen so many hockey matt fics

ummm yeah hope you like :)

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i watched as chris skated on the ice, my eyes never leaving him. the game was pretty close, but chris was playing really well tonight.

i felt someone tap my shoulder, making me turn towards them, and breaking my gaze on chris.

“hey” i was greeted by a guy that looked to be around the same age as me. he was a tall brunette, with green eyes.

“um, hi” i said, confused.

“sorry, um i just- do you recognize me?” i narrowed my eyes at him, now even more confused.

i’ve never seen this kid a day in my life before.

“um, should I?”

“ i’ll take that as a no. i sit a few rows back from you in history”

well this is awkward as hell.

“ohhh shit, sorry! yeah, yeah you’re…” i trailed off, waiting for him to say his name.

“blake” he finished.

“blake! yes, yeah! sorry, i’m a little out of it today” i said awkwardly.

this is why i don’t talk to people.

“yeah, no worries. i get it, you pay attention to the teacher, why would you even be facing the back?” he said, trying to justify me not knowing him.

i really really don’t like talking to people.

“exactly” i said, before starting to turn back to the game. before i could, he starting talking again.

“yeah! very studious of you. i’m normally just staring at the back of your head” he said, chuckling a little.

i really want to side-eye the shit out of this kid.

“hmm, normally i’m paying more attention to my boyfriend. you know, the kid who sits next to me?”

hopefully this kid takes the god damn hint.

“oh, chris, right?” i nodded my head.

“isn’t he like, a player, or something? you sure he’s the right guy for you? ”

i just side-eyed him.

this kid isn’t real, there is no way he just said that shit.

“it was a joke! sorry, i just wanted to get you to laugh. don’t take it too seriously” he nudged me with his elbow.

i should’ve sat next to nick, he would have a comeback that would scare this kid off.

suddenly, the crowd went crazy. as i went to turn towards the game to see what happened, blake grabbed my shoulder making me turn towards him.

“listen, i’m sorry that wasn’t funny! i’m kinda just trying to impress you” he admitted.

“jokes are usually funny, that was not” his smile dropped. “not that it’s any of your business, but chris treats me well. i’m not interested in anyone else”

he didn’t say anthing else, so i turned back to the game. which is now over.

fuck. this dumbass made me miss the rest of the game.

i looked closer, realizing chris’s entire team was slapping chris on the back and giving him high fives.

i looked at the score, his team won by one point.

fuck. chris scored the winning point, and i missed it.

chris happened to look over at me, locking eyes as his jaw clenched.

oh, he’s pissed.

CHRIS’S POV

i scanned the crowd, looking for a particular person.

when i finally found her, someone was standing next to her.

who is this kid?

whatever, it doesn’t matter. i have to focus.

the game is so close, all we need is a score and we can win.

when i saw an opportunity to score the point, i took the shot and made it.

i just scored the winning point.

“YEAHHHHHH” i yelled, starting to celebrate.

i looked in her direction, wanting to see her reaction.

what the fuck.

she was facing towards that random kid, his hand on her shoulder.

she didn’t even see.

was she ever even watching the game?

i saw matt and nate, along with the rest of my teammates skate towards me.

i was graced with multiple “congrats, dude” and pats on the back. i didn’t even care, all i could focus on was her.

when i looked back at her, we locked eyes. her face dropped as she realized how angry i was.

i just rolled my eyes and turned away.

READER’S POV

i waited right next to the locker rooms, where we usually meet after chris’s games were finished.

suddenly, i heard blake’s voice again.

he just won’t stop.

“hey, you waiting for chris?” he asked.

“yup.” i kept my response short, looking for chris.

“yeah, that was some game-winning goal, huh?” he asked.

i turned towards him, “how would you know? you were never even focused on the game, you were too busy trying to get my attention”

“i-“ before he could even finish, my arm was grabbed and i was pulled into the locker room.

i didn’t even have to look to know it was chris.

he pushed me up against a set of lockers, “ i scored the winning point” he said as he looked into my eyes. “but you didn’t see that, huh? too busy talking to that kid”

i didn’t say anything, too shocked to speak.

“hmm, lost your voice, baby? or are you just having trouble paying attention to me?”

“no.” i answered.

“no? no, what?”

“i’m sorry chris, he just wouldn’t leave me alone. i told him i had a boyfriend”

“yeah? is that why he had his hand on your shoulder?”

“chris, i’m sorry” he pulled my hoodie over my head, sucking on my neck until it left marks.

“chris, what if someone walks in?” i asked, worried someone would see us.

we were in the very back of the locker room, but we were still out in the open.

“nobody has a locker back here, so as long as you’re quiet, there’s nothing to worry about.”

he unclasped my bra, taking one nipple in his mouth, while squeezing the other in his hand.

“shit, chris” i moaned. he lightly bit my nipple. “fuck!”

“didn’t i just say you have to be quiet? i swear to god if someone comes back here i’m not stopping.” he said as he continued to lick and suck.

my head fell back into the locker, as one of his hands snuck past the waistband of my sweatpants and into my underwear.

i gasped as i covered my mouth with my hand.

he rubbed circles on my clit, as he continued his work on my tits.

“think he could make you feel this good?” he whispered into my ear.

i didn’t open my mouth, scared a moan would spill out.

he inserted two fingers into me. “answer me.”

“fuck, no no no. no one can, just you chris” i whispered.

suddenly, he pulled away and pulled my underwear and sweatpants down.

he brought me over to a bench and laid me over his lap. the bench was wide enough that i could position myself on my hands and knees without falling off.

he slapped my ass, making me whine, and rubbed it after.

he spit into his hand before rubbing my clit with his thumb.

“shit, chris”

“remind me, whose pussy is this?” he asked. i couldn’t see his face, but i’m sure he wore a smug grin on it.

“yours, chris” he slapped my clit, making me jolt forward.

“fuck” i whispered.

he continued to rub my clit with one hand while inserting his middle and index fingers into my pussy.

“FUCK CHRIS” i yelled out, not even caring about being loud.

his fingers moved in me at an abnormally fast pace. i didn’t even know anyone could move their fingers that fast.

i approached my orgasm quickly. “chris! CHRIS! i’m gonna-“

“go ahead cum, on my fingers ma”

my legs started to shake uncontrollably, and i clutched the bench under me for dear life.

“ oh FUCK! FUCK, FUCK, FUUUUCK, CHRISSS” my voice shook as my entire body twitched.

he continued to assault my pussy with his fingers. “oh my god, chris” i moaned as i reached behind me to pull his hand away.

he slapped my clit, making me cry out and move my hand away “you know your safeword”

he maneuvered my legs so that he was in between them and without another word, he gripped my thighs and began to run his tongue through my folds.

i couldn’t contain the loud moans coming out of my mouth as he shook his head from side to side, completely suffocating himself.

my legs instinctively closed around his face, as i squirmed and whimpered.

his nose rubbed against my clit as he moaned into my pussy, sending me over the edge.

“CHRIS- CHRIS I’M CUMMING” i yelled as i finished on his face.

when he pulled away his face was covered in my cum, his eyeblack smudged all over his face.

that is hot as fuck.

he quickly took off his gear and underclothes, leaving him naked.

he placed me on my back at the end of the bench and stood between my legs.

he pumped himself a few times and lined himself up with me and pushed himself in.

“hmmmmm” i whined as he groaned out, “so fucking tight. look at how perfectly i fit in you, this pussy was fucking made for me” he mumbled.

he didn’t even give me a chance to adjust, pounding into me mercilessly.

this side of chris was driving me absolutely insane. he looked too good snapping his hips into mine, lust-clouded eyes, his face red and sweaty.

my head fell back, and my eyes squeezed shut.

“open those pretty eyes, you’re gonna pay attention to me this time” he growled.

he growled.

i’m losing my fucking mind.

suddenly, he increased his speed and thrusted into me with all his force.

“ my GOD, CHRIS” my eyes rolled into the back of my head.

he reached down and started to rub my clit.

“what did i tell you about those eyes”

“sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry” i repeated it like it was a mantra.

he started to squeeze my boob with his other hand.

i started to twitch again, clenching around him over and over again.

“fuck ma” he groaned before painting my walls with his cum, launching me into my orgasm.

i moaned his name over and over again before cumming all over his cock.

he then picked me up, and held me up against a locker fucking me against it.

“chris! chris! sensitive, i- FUCK” he groaned into my ear as he continued to slide in and out of me.

he lifted up my leg, letting him directly hit my g-spot.

suddenly, the locker room door opened. footsteps could be heard, but they were nowhere near us.

chris covered my mouth with his hand, his nose pressed against mine as he stared into my eyes, almost daring me to make noise.

he continued to fuck me into the lockers, his speed increasing.

there was rustling, before a locker door closed. and the footsteps retreated.

i silently gasped into his hand, and he rubbed my clit, making me grip onto his biceps.

as soon as i heard the locker room door close, signifying that the person left, i let out a scream.

“CHRIS I’M GONNA CUM, GONNA CUMMM”

“fuck, give it to me baby” he said as my front half shot up, and i wrapped my arms around chris’s shoulders.

my juices shot out onto chris’s cock, and he released his load into me.

he fucked me through my high, giving a few more thrusts.

when he pulled out, our cum dripped out of me and down my leg.

“here, i’ll help you get dressed” he handed me all of my clothes, except my underwear.

“chris, you didn’t give me my underwear” i said, my voice hoarse from all of the screaming i did.

“i know, i’ll be holding onto that” he said as he put them in his pocket.

“now c’mon, we gotta get you dressed so we can go talk to our friend”

oh. that’s not good.

i didn’t argue, knowing it would make things worse.

once we finished getting dressed, chris grabbed his stuff.

as we started to walk towards the door, my legs started to shake slightly.

fuck. i can barely walk.

“you ok, ma?” chris asked with a slight smirk on his face.

i just narrowed my eyes at him, making him chuckle.

when we left the locker room, there blake stood. directly across from the locker rooms.

i know this kid did not sit here and wait for me.

i glanced over at chris, and he motioned for me to go up to him.

i slowly limped over to him, chris not too far behind me.

“hey” i said to him.

his eyes widened, noticing the limp, as he took in our features. the hickeys all over my neck, my shaky legs, the sweat all over chris’s face, and our messy hair.

“um…hey” blake said.

i nodded, slowly and awkwardly.

chris then stepped in.

“hey, i’m chris. her boyfriend. what’d ya think of the game?” chris asked with a head tilt and a smirk on his face.

“uh, yeah! n-no, great, awesome game! you’re a great hockey player”

this kid is fucking shaking in his boots.

“really? that’s crazy! i didn’t realize you were able to watch the game by staring at my girlfriend!” he said sarcastically.

blake’s eyes widened.

“i didn’t know, sorry”

“you didn’t know she was my girlfriend? alright well, now you do” he got closer to him. “and if you ever forget, i swear to god you’ll end up with a lot more than a black eye, got it ?”

blake just nodded.

“great, walk away” he waisted no time in doing exactly that, getting away as quickly as he could.

i turned to chris.

“hey, i’m really sorry i didn’t see your big moment. i genuinely was trying to pay attention, he just wouldn’t leave me alone”

he gave me a kiss to my cheek, “it’s ok baby, i don’t think we have to worry about him doing it again” we laughed together.

“he looked like he was gonna piss himself” he grinned at me while he wrapped his arm around my waist.

“ok, c’mon ma. gotta find my family” just as he said that, they came into view.

chris helped me walk over, as i was still limping.

nick and matt just looked at us and shook their heads.

“you two are fucking disgusting”

“whatever, let’s go”

matt stopped us, “ hold up, i gotta get my stuff from the locker room”

chris and i glanced at each other.

“yeah, you dirty fuckers i saw you two go in there, which is why i waited” he said as he walked in the direction of the locker rooms.

we looked at each other and busted out laughing, trying to catch our breath.

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[eredhes]

Hey!

I majored in anth at a p awesome school for it (had a so fun class where we hands on used paleo to neo lithic techniques- from making stone tools to processing hides) but there wasn't much available for prehistoric art (+ I was a major switch from microbiology so bio anth, epidemiology and forensics stuff, made more sense with my course history). Been out of school for almost 10 years now and unfortunately doing nothing even remotely related, but I'm wanting to learn more about prehistoric art of all sorts. With search engines being overrun with AI misinfo I'm not really sure where to start other than Wikipedia. Do you have any favorite resources you'd be up for recommending?

Thanks a ton! Happy holidays, and may the new year be kind.

Hello! I should preface this with saying I am just someone with a general interest and not remotely an expert haha! Getting to do hands on stuff sounds really fun!

A lot of my reading has been restricted to Upper Palaeolithic Europe, and cave art at that, so I can't really recommend anything outside of that.

I've been concerned also with avoiding misinformation - there was a painting I saw a while ago where it was obvious the level of research involved was typing "Lascaux" into pinterest and just using whatever results came up (the art used was from Cueva de los Caballos and Mesolithic) and it's been driving me nuts. I've been sticking to books for information, almost everything I've read has been through Internet Archive, and majority are over 30 years old so could be outdated, can contradict each other, and should be noted are can be very racist.

Putting the list of everything under a read more as it's quite long, I hope there's something useful in amongst all of this! Happy holidays, I hope you have a good new year!

Books and other resources I've found useful in no particular order:

The Cave of Lascaux: The Final Photographs by Mario Ruspoli (1987) [Is on Internet Archive but currently unavailable, the German version is still up.] When Lascaux was closed to the public Mario Ruspoli was hired by the French govenment to document the entire cave on film and wrote this book afterwards. Even though it's focus is Lascaux I found it a good introduction to the topic of cave art. I have tried to find the footage online with little success so if anyone knows... do tell. This book brings you through the cave and gives a good idea of the layout and where paintings/engravings are in relation to each other. I would love if there was something like this for other caves but I'm not aware of anything 🤔

Lascaux Virtual Tour [Link here] The video isn't toally clear but it gives a good sense of the layout, and you can click the little 'i' icon to see clearer photos and get more details.

Images of the Ice Age by Paul Bahn and Jean Vertut (1988) [Internet Archive Link] This book is also a good starting point! There's also Journey Through the Ice Age which is the same book.

Cambridge Illustrated History of Cave Art by Paul Bahn (1998) [Internet Archive Link] I haven't gotten around to reading this yet but it appears to be a broader scope and not restricted to Europe.

Palaeolithic Cave Art by Peter J. Ucko and Andrée Rosenfeld (1967) The main appeal of this bok is that it goes through the different possible reasons for cave art. I had to buy a physical copy as I couldn't find it online.

Kindred: Neanderthal Life, Love, Death and Art by Rebecca Wragg Sykes (2020) [Aeon article link "Sheanderthal: Not all Neanderthals were ‘cavemen’: half were women. What can archaeologists tell us about how they lived?] Not solely focused on art but she does talk about what the neanderthals made including a large circular structure in Bruniquel Cave - there is footage of the cave in the recent netflix documentary Secrets of the Neanderthals (not great, at one point the narrator says neanderthals lived in the neolithic lmfao but the interviews with experts are interesting).

Don's Maps [Link here] Really great website. Some books will mention a painting/engraving/sculpture but no image, so my first place to check is Don's Maps as everything he includes is either from a book which will be referenced or from his own visits to caves.

The Neanderthal Museum Digital Archive [Link here] Despite the name is not exclusively Neanderthal, lots of photos of cave art in the Wendel Collection (including a photo of the one known instance of a saiga antelope in cave art that I hadn't been able to find a photo of before!).

There's also the Archaeology Podcast Network and sites like Academia.edu but I don't have any specific recommendations at present.

[femmmie]

Slipping

A belated Anthony's birthday fic... yes I have been listening to Linkin Park again lately, can you tell x) Anthony is unsure about his role at Smosh and is angsting and emoing about it.

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Anthony lies on his bed, listening to screamo. Wallowing in eternal overthinking, plotting and extrapolating. It always ends the same.

He wishes he could just take a nap and take a break from the world. Does that make him a bad friend? Doesn't Ian deserve more? He's always deserved more. But Anthony doesn't know of he can give it.

Finding his place at Smosh again was a journey. It's not the same. And he understands. But as the seasons are changing, Anthony feels his energy levels dip. His insecurities rise.

Is he even a real actor? Next to someone like Amanda or Chanse he's nothing. Is he even funny? People only have to look at Shayne and they're in hysterics. Only after making a fool of himself will people laugh at Anthony.

So what's left? What can he do at his company that he founded, but has so outgrown him? He can't even be bothered to give all his time to it, he has a second child - Pressalike - now. Stretched too thin. 

And then there's his personal life. Thanks to Brandon's scathing roast he's now trying out different hobbies, letting out his creativity without the product having to be good. It's about the process. That freedom actually allowed him to make beautiful things. But he's been scared of what he's painting lately. He doesn't even remember doing it, through the heavy haze of intoxication.

He feels like he is slipping. 

He hears his door. There's Ian.

"Happy birthday!"

Ian places what looks like an old radio on Anthony's side table.

"What's that?" Anthony asks, not moving from under his blanket.

"You'll have to come and see."

Alright. Only Ian can get him out of his slump. Anthony turns off the music and crawls out of bed. He is a bit embarrassed because he really needs a shower. But as he gets closer to the present, he realizes what it is.

"Whoa, Ian, those are so expensive!"

"Don't worry about it," Ian says, head tilted and eyebrows raised. "I think you will know what to do with this."

"Can I try it now?"

"It's yours, go ahead."

Anthony pushes the 'on' button and configures the instrument. Then, he moves his hands gracefully around it, not touching it. An eerie sound, much like you'd hear in an Alien movie, makes its way through Anthony's bedroom. Ian sits down next to him.

"That's hella awesome."

"Do you wanna try?"

"Yehess!" Ian tries it. Anthony watches him, leaning into him a bit on the bed. It's comforting.

"You have such small hands, Ian. No! It's cute! Don't look at me like that," he giggles. Ian is scowling, making the Theremin sound distorted. "Here, let me help you."

Anthony guides Ian's hands along the instrument, moving only ever so slightly. "There, isn't that so amazing?"

"Yeah..." Ian looks at him from up-close and Anthony is shocked - although he shouldn't be, he's known Ian forever - that his best friend's eyes are SO intensely colored.

"Thank you, buddy," Anthony tells him. "This means so much. First we were painting together, now we can form a band!"

"Just like old times, huh." Ian looks down again, luckily because that stare made Anthony's heart race.

"Yeah, just like old times..."

Anthony falls on his back onto the bed. "I'm sorry Ian, I've been a bad co-owner lately. I've kind of been letting you steer the ship entirely, while we'd said that I would put in an equal amount."

Ian lies down next to him. "I totally understand, Anthony. We have to find a new equilibrium, we will. And I've been flying solo for a long time, I can handle it. Just talking to you about it is already such a help."

"You really mean that? I thought I was weighing you down..."

Ian looks at Anthony again. For one of the first times, it is Anthony that looks away, though.

"You could never let me down, Anth. And of course this isn't the only thing I brought..."

Ian sits up again and takes a box out of his pocket. It's cigars.

"Fancy a smoke?"

"Uhhh YEAH," Anthony jumps up enthusiastically.

Ian hesitates, but then he says, "You smell really good, did you know that?"

"Really? I thought I needed a shower!"

"No, you don't, it's..." Ian inhales deeply. "I guess it smells like... just like you. Like Anthony."

"So I'm always stinky?"

"Shut up! I'm trying to give you a compliment."

They laugh.

It is the best gift Ian could have given Anthony. Not the Theremin. But the reassurance that Anthony is okay, that he can take some more time to figure it all out. A weight seems to fall off of his shoulders. And as he looks at Ian, the grown version of his best friend. A final form, so to speak. He is mesmerizing. The sunlight falls exactly into his eyes and it's like they are on fire.

"What are you staring at?"

"Nothing, let's get to the balcony."

[finely-tuned-line]

RP:

FTL: I'd rather not be talking to you at all. For once, I do not have any suggestions, because, well, why would I? I suppose the fact of the matter is that you have no new things to say, which in turn does mean that I have nothing new to say. That's how this works, its a loop - really, if you cycle if you will.

FTL: That was not an 'I don't care', that was my explanation of my lack of care. Your opinion doesn't matter in the slightest, which is the reason why I do not care. Perhaps it is an 'I don't care' in and of itself, though I would say that it's of a rather different sort, in some ways. The fact that you're not significant in any fashion is a valid reasoning for my indifference, I believe. Whether or not it proves itself just by being said is irrelevant.

FTL: You're actually the second Iterator who has told me that. Doesn't make it mean any more, as it doesn't particularly matter to me whether or not it's true. And when did you ever doubt that I was, according to you, a n'sad and miserable Iterator'? I will reiterate that I'm doing perfectly well, there is no sadness or misery here. Really, I don't even see the point of all this.

The rot?

only people who created modified creatures get that

you deserve this

-eternal anomaly

RP:

FTL: My whole purpose (beyond solving the Great Problem, of course) was for genetic experimentation. I am merely doing my job. If I enjoy said job, well then that is just a bonus.

FTL: All creatures are modified. Modifying them further is not going to change that much.

FTL: The Rot is simply a hazard that I must face, whether I deserve it or not is irrelevant.

FTL: And if this time is the time that the Rot gets me? Then I do deserve it, for not being able to handle it. The creatures will be fine, they'll wake back up again. They'll adapt.

FTL: I know what I'm doing.

[phantomspren]

Okay so now the question is how long can I hold out before starting to listen to TMA for the third time.

I just finished relistening and I. I love it so much.

And I don't think I've mentioned this before, but I think I'm going to switch my major from anthropology to media production. Because of this podcast.

My end goal has always been to write. Since I was like eight. That's what I've wanted to do. But you gotta have a day job! And unfortunately I am not interested in anything that would make any money so I decided to major in anthropology.

And I genuinely love it so much.

I've also been working as a stage tech for the last year, and love that as well, I love the technical aspect of performances and things like that. I genuinely would not mind doing that for a living. (I mean it's a lot of moving furniture around but it's also super cool beyond that.)

But. I was listening to the Q&A episodes this summer at work. And they were talking about sound design and the production of the show. And I thought that sounded. Really fucking fun.

And I've. Done sound stuff for live shows. I know the basics of that. I can set up mics and know the basics of how to make them work good! I love it.

I think I'd love audio editing.

And if I went into audio stuff. I could work on all sorts of things. There's audio in everything.

It would also be a much better way to get into a writing gig of some sort. My backup would be directly related to what I want to devote myself to. And if it didn't work I'd still probably love it and get to work on cool things.

(I mean most people who see this have probably seen me talk about it on Discord but I just want to talk about it cause I'm thinking about it and have started classes and stuff.)

So not only is this a top tier piece of media for me, but also it may have just totally changed my career path. By pointing out something I already enjoy and saying "you can do this with stories, not just concerts and lectures."

I'm taking some intro journalism courses this semester (the journalism program at my school has a film and media production emphasis), and at the moment it's really rough. I love social sciences and am quite frankly really good at them, so it's a total shift from taking a 400 level anth class last semester as a freshman to intro writing classes as a sophomore with a bunch of freshmen. I'm really going to miss anthropology. (I also switched schools so that's impacting things.)

But I'm looking at the media production classes and the script writing class and podcasting class that I can take in the future and I'm getting so excited. I'm also considering taking an acting class next semester, which I never would have done before I considered the fact that I could make my own projects. I am not limited just to writing.

It's been wild.

I'm hoping I get through this semester alright. My creative writing class will keep me sane, hopefully. :p

But yeah.

Yeah.

I'm excited. :)

Also ERKJHSEKLRJHSELRGHSLEKRJGESRHKLJSGH MAGNUS

Protocol finale on Thursday too, it'll be fucking wild.

Also I'm cosplaying season two Jon at FanX on Friday and season three on Saturday so I may post pictures of that if it turns out alright.

Thanks for coming to my Ted talk.

[teacherdadda]

m better now papa 💕 think i weally seepy :P

how your day? did do anthing fun?

-🐇

Aww does someone need a nap?

Papa worked today and you? I'm glad you are better! :)

[silverhallow]

No More

Benedict Bridgerton x Sophie Beckett

Benophie Mafia AU

Rated: T - whump/blood/gunshots/violence/injury/near death of a major character

Word count: 1.6k

Summary: A meeting goes entirely wrong and Benedict is close to losing everything he ever wanted

Author's Note: this is set to follow on Treacherous. It’s angsty and it’s what my muse wanted to write after seeing the photo above.

Enjoy 😉

Benedict felt his heart in his mouth when he saw her, the blood trickling down her arm, her beautiful face pale as she was carried through the gates into Penwood Park.

Why had he not gone with her… why had she been so insistent that she could manage this by herself?!

Now he was going to lose her… just a week after they had agreed to spend the rest of their lives together…

He had thought he’d heard wrong at first, “Lady Penwood’s been shot…”

The words had sent him into a spiral of despair, Kate had been almost catatonic with panic as Anthony had tried to calm her down. She always went with her… always when it might be dangerous but they’d all assumed that everything would be okay.

It was supposed to be okay.

Sophie had told Kate to stay behind, she was pregnant and therefore not in any state to accompany her… Sophie had her gun strapped to her inner thigh if she needed it, not that she liked using it, nor had she ever needed it…

But Benedict had insisted. He’d asked to go with her… as her protection but she’d kissed his temple, told him he was being silly and that all would be well, it was a meeting in broad daylight…

No one had envisaged it going so wrong…

It was supposed to be straight forward, Sophie was to go in, call off the agreements with the Italians…

But the moment she walked in she knew something was off…

Jameson, her male bodyguard who walked with her paused and put a hand on her arm, he didn’t recognise the faces of the men that they were meeting. They’d met the Rosso’s a few times before… but these… he didn’t know.

These were the Italian Mob, clearly forgetting that Sophie had her own Italian Mob Connections with her Aunt but the woman that walked out of the shadows…

Jameson knew well. “Sienna! Lady P get down!” He yelled and Sophie ducked as a shot went flying over her head.

He was a Bridgerton guard. He was the compromise Sophie had agreed to take and by God was she pleased she had, he whipped his gun out and shot the first man before he had a chance to shoot Sophie…

The woman was Anthony’s ex… Sophie had walked into an Ambush, she unclipped her gun and got off two shots before she heard a scream, a shot and then knew nothing but a searing pain in her shoulder, then nothing but darkness…

“LADY PENWOOD HAS BEEN SHOT. CODE RED!” Jameson yelled as he fired off three more shots, taking out each of the men around Sienna and his partner, who’d taken a bullet to the leg, got the final shot off, hitting a retreating Sienna in the back causing her to land face first on the floor.

Jameson ran over to his new boss, the person he was supposed to protect and knew this was not going to go well when he called it in…

It was carnage. He knew she should go straight to the hospital, the rate she was losing blood but Penwood was closer, Mary was a nurse… they had doctors on the staff and he knew if he called Anthony, he’d get a clean up crew to deal with this…

But he hadn’t expected it to be like the world had ended.

He scooped Sophie into his arms and carried her to the car, putting as much pressure on her wound as he could manage whilst the driver helped Thomas into the car as he bound his leg.

Sophie was their priority, get her back safe or die trying.

He called in the incident in the car…

Back at the house, Mary had come running through the hallway with the doctor behind her, giving orders for a room to be prepared for them to work on Sophie and when Benedict and Kate heard about it… the screams…

Anthony wasn’t sure which of them screamed the worst.

They had been at Penwood, they were overseeing the merger and it never occurred to Anthony that the Rosso’s were his ex-girlfriend’s family… he knew part of them were in their world but not that Sienna would stoop to this level… unless she expected him to be there as well…

He calmed Kate and was working on his brother when the door flew open and Sophie’s limp body was being carried in, Jameson, covered in blood and sweat as he ran through the house, looking like he’d seen death.

Sophie looked pale and a trail of blood followed her as they ran through to the room Mary was in and she instantly started barking orders.

Benedict had to be held up but the moment Sophie disappeared behind the now closed door to the kitchen he was pounding on the door “let me in!!!” he needed to be by her side, he would not let anything happen to her.

He could not, he would not lose her. Not now… not when they were so close.

“Please…” he begged as he banged on the door, tears falling down his face, he didn’t care who was watching, he saw him like this, he didn’t care that his reputation for being a hardman were going out of the window. This was the love of his life in there… dying for all he knew.

He sobbed and begged at the door but no one was listening.

Anthony tried to get him up, tried to get him to move away from the door but it was no good.

Even when two more doctors came into the house, running down to the door he’d tried to get in but Mary had just shoved him out of the way with surprising strength “NO! You need to let us do our work!” she yelled at him and Benedict just fell once more to the floor, knees to his chest as he sobbed and prayed that Sophie would be okay.

After what felt like an eternity, Mary eventually appeared, four hours later, looking exhausted, covered in blood but relieved as she bent down to an almost comatosed Benedict who was staring but not seeing the space in front of him.

“She’s awake, she’s frail but she’s alive if you wish to see her” she said softly.

She’d tell Kate tomorrow, Kate could come tomorrow, Anthony had finally carried her to bed after 2 hours of no news and promised to wake her with news. Mary had been given the message by Edwina who along with Colin and Eloise were setting up a search party to ensure that the Rosso’s were brought to justice for this…

Benedict got up and made his way into the room, it smelt like a hospital theatre, the clawing smell almost made him throw up but he had to be strong, he had to be there for her, if she was awake he had to be the first face she saw. The first one to be relieved that she was okay…

After Mary who was like her mother…

Sophie was lying on a makeshift bed, pale and weak, the blood stains running down her side and a bandage over her clavicle and her arm in a sling to help her arm heal. “Hey you” she said as she saw a tired, almost broken Benedict making his way over to her.

Benedict broke down once again, he thought he had no tears left to cry, but seeing her, hearing her weak voice he shattered and ran over to her, moving to her right side and pressed kisses all over her “you’re okay… you’re okay” he said over and over again, his hands touching her face, her arm, everything reassuring himself that she was there and she was really real.

“I’m okay really. It was barely…”

“You got shot don’t you dare say it was barely a scratch… i saw them… i saw…” he shuddered.

Sophie teached her hand up and pressed her hand on his cheek, “I’m fine, Mary got the bullet out… it was just… near a major artery is all… I lost some blood. I’ll be okay. Please… just sit down” she pleaded with him

Benedict sat down and took her hand in his, the blood stains still there down her arm “please don’t ever scare me like that again… please. No more going out without me… in fact. No more going out, you need something doing you said me or Jameson… no more…”

Sophie sighed and looked at him, the resolution in his face but the terror she’d felt the moment before she’d slipped into unconsciousness… she never wanted to experience again, she didn’t want to leave Benedict, she didn’t want to lose him and she knew it was the reason she was leaving this life behind, why they were moving away from it all…

“No more…” she said weakly.

“I…” Benedict said “wait… you agree?”

Sophie nodded weakly. “It’s why I want to leave this life.. My last thought before I blacked out was of you, of Kate… the life we’re trying to build… stability. No more… no more risk, for either of us… it’s done. It’s over…” she said

Benedict let out a puff of relief “good… I can't lose you. There is no me without you, so please… no more being stupid or reckless…”

“No more” she grinned a little drunkenly “i love you Ben”

“I love you too Soph… now sleep, i’ll be here when you wake” he said kissing her blood stained hand.

“Promise?”

“always”

[wintersettled]

i am once again thinking about the hilichurl rogue :(

the first time i fought it was actually yesterday after climbing a mountain in fontaine cause i wanted to see what it was and the drops really reminded me of neanderthal flower burials + how both neanderthals and hilichurls are/have been seen as primitive beings despite tons of evidence to the contrary (ignoring what we know about khaenri'ah since the curse of the wild seems to cause them to be catatonic for a period of time).

theres tons of literature on how neanderthals actually appear to be similar to homo sapiens and have higher mental functioning as evidenced through their tools, their presumed social structures (taking care of injured/disabled neanderthals rather than abandoning them as would be thought of beings focused only on survival), but most notably for this the evidence of "flower burials" at Shanidar.

Basically, two neanderthals were found buried in primarily medicinal flowers (indicating their possible role in their group). I believe there were 11(?) other neanderthals found there who appeared to have been crushed by rockfall whos ages (if my memory is correct) were from around 7 to mid 40s. The reason i bring this up is because of one of the flowers found at Shanidar: Achillea/Yarrows. I find these flowers to be fairly similar in appearance of the petals (excluding size) to the hilichurl rogues drops

Now, each drops description:

A Flower Yet to Bloom "a wildflower that a hilichurl rogue treasured. it was plucked before it could bloom. the hilichurl takes nothing with it in its sojourn across the wilderness save this flower."

Treasured Flower "a wild flower that a hilichurl picked bereft of any special qualities. flowers can be used as gifts or offerings to express ones feelings in many cultures"

for this description in specific i would actually like to quote Ralph S Solecki's "The Implications of the Shanidar Cave Neanderthal Flower Burial"

"Under normal circumstances, today, in many cultures, flowers and death go together, as one can see a funeral corteges and burials. The association of flowers as tokens of esteem, respect, or for the joy of looking at [...]. According to the Encyclopaedia Britannica, 'the flower has been a universal symbol of beauty in the civilizations of the world. Confucius included its cultivation among the arts that were essential to a man of culture.' We pride ourselves thinking that we know a lot about Neanderthal man, but the association of flowers with Neanderthals adds a whole new dimension to our knowledge of him, and his humanistic nature."

Wanderer's Blooming Flower "a blooming wild flower that a hilichurl rogue treasured, bereft of any special qualities. the eternal outlander asks not for reward, but only to see their deeds come to fruition"

TLDR (abstract lol); hilichurl rogue drops remind me of the neanderthal flower burials found at shanidar

below the cutoff are some sources if you want to do further reading on neanderthals

(im not an anthropologist or even studying it btw but here are some articles on neanderthals i used for a bibliography on neanderthal spirituality in an anth class last winter in case you want to read up on it, theyre formatted in SAA kinda)

Appenzeller, Tim

     2013    Neanderthal Culture: Old Masters. Nature 497:302-304. 

Hochadel, Oliver

     2020    The Flower People of Shanidar: Telling a New Tale of Neanderthal Brothers. In 

Narratives and Comparisons, edited by Martin Carrier, Rebecca Mertens, and Carsen Reinhardt, pp. 99-122. Bielefeld University Press, Bielefeld. https://doi.org/10.14361/9783839454152-005

Mitchell, Mary Shirley

    2021   Geoarchaeological Methods and the Intentionality of Neanderthal Burial. Furthering

Perspectives 11:29-41. https://mountainscholar.org/bitstream/handle/10217/233626/JOUF_FurtheringPerspectives_vol10.pdf?sequence=1#page=29

Morris-Kay, Gillian M. 

    2010    The Evolution of Human Artistic Creativity. Journal of Anatomy 216:158-176. 

Pomeroy, Emma, Paul Bennett, Chris O. Hunt, Tim Reynolds, Lucy Farr, and Marine Frouin

    2020      New Neanderthal Remains Associated with the ‘Flower Burial’ at Shanidar

Cave. Antiquity 94:11-26. http://dx.doi.org/10.15184/aqy.2019.207

[puppiesandnightlock]

Masterpost ig!

BASIC INFO ABT ME:

i cant believe i forgot: My name is harley my friends call me har ^^

Fandoms: Sonic, TMNT, Sing, basically anthing i'm into at the moment, DC (i have feelings on this many many feelings)

Ships: Look, I'll ship anything as long as its well written and looks good to be. i will not ship it if its incest, a huge age gap, doesn't make sense, or is mostly gross.

Me: Fangirl, genderfluid, Pansexual, I am in the USA :P, sophmore in high school.

Requests of any kind: Beware i'm kinda a procrastinator but i'll get it done eventually lmao, i'm learning so my art is shit but my writing's much better. *PLS SEND ANY REQUESTS TO MY ASK BOX* Don't put them in my comments and pls be *specific* if its an oc request i will pm u

Fanfic reviews: Send me the link to a fanfic you want to have reviewed (Yes it can b ur own, i encourage it!!!! ig it could b one of mine too lmao) and have it one fanfic per message so i can answer them one at a time. yes, you can put multiple. i promise my grammar is much better when i review then this post XD)

Fics i will NOT review: incest. please do NOT send me incest. huge age gaps, and like super super dark fics where like its using smut as a weapon or a method of control. or fics that you know are stupid and make no sense.

My Fics: I have am on Ao3 and here obvs. they are both Puppies and Nightlock lol

OCs you will c on this blog: Roxanne Prower ( My sonic/Sing?literally everything oc), Periwinkle Hope(my first oc ever, she is now a sing OC), Hayden my DC OC and last but not least Sirani(my TMNT OC, she's been sitting inmy notebook for the last year, so ig i should post her. remind me.)

anyways this is my insane blog, welcome, please dont die ^^

and yes i like talking to people so send me asks and shit, i like making friends too.

[ghostlycombee]

Ah, you and I aren't so different after all!

I wish I could remember what that stuff i used was... it was some sort of slime that went on my arm, i think? Like rubbing a Goomy on your arm. Only a little gross.

Anthe will help you get in some clothes to suit you and your preferences- if you can catch her when she's not busy, anyway. She even got me some wrappings for my chest! Isn't that neat? Being a clothier for a whole village has gotta be tough.

I'd help out if I wasn't stuck out here in the muck, I'll be researching till sundown by the looks of it. I doubt we'll cross paths soon.

I hope you rest well, friend! There are extra blankets in the chest up front of you need them!

-P. D.

I don't have experience with goomy in person, only in my dragon monotype playthrough of XY....... Anyway, I'll try to get to Anthe asap then. And extra blankets in the chest. Right. Thanks PD!!!!!!!!!!!!

[livingmeatloaf]

5 and 7 my beloved Meatloaf!

Questions for fic writers

5. What do you wish someone would ask you about [insert fic]? Answer it now!

Lmao you can't get out the question that easily! You have to pick the fic. I'll answer this in a reblog/edit once you send me one :P

7. Any worldbuilding you’re particularly proud of?

The Swift Fall of a Sharp Blade aka Beast Peak Shen Yuan AU. I love the peak hierarchy and OC peak lords I've made, and exploring the world through a Shen Yuan not constrained by the SQQ persona is extremely fun. The first chapter is just worldbuilding notes!!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/37740799

I also use this general worldbuilding for every one of my canon setting fics (for consistent peak lords and such).

It's very funny that you asked me that, since you inspired a lot of the ideas with your Anth Hours lol