#Thorn Enterprises

[thorn-enterprises]

Celebrating Thanksgiving with Bluegrass Harmony

Thanksgiving is a time for gratitude, family, and reflection, and what better way to enhance this festive spirit than with the warm sounds of bluegrass music? Rooted in American history, bluegrass embodies the essence of community and storytelling, making it the perfect soundtrack for this holiday.

Imagine gathering around the dinner table, the aroma of roasted turkey and pumpkin pie wafting in the air, as the lively strumming of banjos and the sweet tones of a fiddle fill the room. Bluegrass, with its rich harmonies and upbeat rhythms, invites everyone to share their stories and express their thanks. It’s a genre that celebrates life’s simple joys, much like the Thanksgiving tradition itself.

Whether it’s classic songs like “Molly and Tenbrooks” or modern renditions from artists like The Infamous Stringdusters, bluegrass can elevate your Thanksgiving gathering. So, this year, as you carve the turkey and raise a glass, let the vibrant notes of bluegrass music carry your hearts and minds to a place of gratitude and connection.

Happy Thanksgiving! Let the music play and the memories unfold.

[luff2]

THEM THEM THEM!!! (btw I’m gonna start doing more non-tkl art) BUT DW ILL STILL BE POSTING SFW T-COMMUNITY STUFF!!

ALSO IN MY HC THEY ARE WEARING SWEATERS :33

[endgameendedthegame]

ISO Tim Drake fic where he does not join the bat family. Instead, he is Bruce Wayne's personal assistant. Cue a lot of Tim being so done, copious amounts of coffee, and plausible deniability of identities.

[freakartack]

"...Hello? Ma! I told you not to call me today, I'm making a movie!" -Wario, Mario Power Tennis

The most important lesson from Ma that Wario took to heart was the endless pursuit of cold, hard cash. Unfortunately, the one lesson she could never teach him was the importance of hard work to get it.  It wasn't for lack of trying; Wario's Ma is the hardest worker this side of the Mushroom Kingdom.  Raising Baby Wario was a herculean enough task on its own, but ever the enterprising spirit, she had also set out to grow one of the most profitable crops: garlic.

Her backyard business quickly expanded into a veritable garlic empire. Wario's mother toiled away tirelessly each day from sunrise to sunset to grow and harvest as much garlic as she could possibly achieve.  Much of Wario's current strength and endurance can be attributed to helping his mom on the farm as a child, although the teeth-pulling task of getting him to actually work was almost as difficult as preventing him from eating all the garlic straight out of the ground.  Wario's nose for instant gratification has always been a thorn in his mother's side, but try as she might to instill a solid work ethic into the boy, her "get-rich-slow" schemes could never appeal to him.  Still, Wario enjoyed his surprisingly agrarian upbringing. Along with garlic, his mother also raised chickens for eggs, inspiring in Wario a lifelong soft spot for poultry.  (He also had a pet hamster named Fluffy, who sadly passed away in 1986.)

Today, Wario is still on good terms with his mother despite their physical distance, and frequent phone calls keep her updated on all of Wario's business successes.  Of course, being Wario, he heavily embellishes the amount of work he actually does at his company.  If she only knew...

[evilminji]

Here I sit, considering Blood Blossoms.

It can be safely assumed, that the species originally developed their Anti-ghost properties to drive HUMANS and other things with, well, SOULS? Away? But as some enterprising human likely did, was selectively bred for purely Anti-ghost properties.

As with most things in nature, we can only assume it was originally to allow for unfettered spread of its seeds. Likely even had an effect on other PLANTS, allowing it more soil in which to grow. A "Blight Blossom" if you will. Or "Life's Bane".

But! That is not what I wonder about.

I wonder about the OTHER end of the evolutionary niche. Like plants with berries, meant to entice birds and other animals into carrying their seeds to new and fertile grounds.

Are there Ghost ATTRACTING plants?

And I don't not mean, drugs, though that certainly WOULD be one means of attracting potentially symbiotic relationships. I mean plants that smell unusually good. TASTE good. Have developed around high ectoplasmic areas.

Do they only exsist in the Realms? Or are such plants possible to find in the living Realm?

If I found them, dug them up carefully, and transferred them to a brand new home, freshly built on untouched land... would it be haunted in short order? Or would the plants die, because the environment could no longer support them?

The most LIKELY contender to exsist? Would be some sort of extoplasmic berry. An EXTREMELY hardy and slow growing vine, that likely grows in places of high extoplasm. Such as old war zones, grave yards, old hospitals, and cities with particularly high death counts. Or Amity. Really, anywhere it can find a LOT of Ectoplasm.

I imagine the berries would literally glow. Like neon battery acid. Reminiscent of blackberry bushs with long creeping vines and hooking thorns. Darker, red black leaves.

DEEPLY lethal if the living ingested. The comparison to battery acid being not made lightly.

The berries, I imagine, would basicly be sugar water and ectoplasm. Sweet ecto. The plant "realizing" that ghosts need ectoplasm. If it HAS ectoplasm, they will come get it. And if the form the ectoplasm is pleasing? They will cultivate the plant to get more.

Because that's what it does. It passively gathers ectoplasm from the air, water, and soil.

Into a nice, neat, EDIBLE little treat.

After all, it's not like there's a hole to the Zone just lying around! Do you know how hard it is to luck out and find a natural portal? How are we to feed ourselves? Sit here and suck air?

Yes, the portal makes the plant effectively redundant. But! Much like pigeons? It doesn't stop EXISTING just because ghosts aren't using it now. Just going unharvested.

Which? Is probably why there are so many new ghost animals. They ARE berries after all. Danny should probably talk to people about that. It's irresponsible to just up an leave lethal fruit where humans might find it.

@hdgnj @nerdpoe @ailithnight @the-witchhunter

[gayelderstourney]

OLD MAN YAOI BRACKET ROUND 2

Propaganda:

Sheo/The Nailsmith:

It's really nice because you unlock it after the nailsmith asks you to kill him with the pure nail and you refuse and walk away. He then says he was wandering hallownest without purpose until he found sheo who helped him discover that there was more to life than just one calling. These two are probably the only characters in the game to have a genuinely happy ending

The nailsmith loses his purpose in life after finishing his ultimate masterpiece, his lifelong goal, the pure nail. He requests the protagonist to try the nail on him, but If you refuse, he will find sheo who helps him to find new meaning in life and realise that there is more to life by teaching him different crafts. They can then be seen sculping figurines together, and sheo is also painting the nailsmith.They share a common love for art and crafts and inspire each other. Sheo's story is that he was a nailmaster, but got tired of it, and put down his nail to pick up a paintbrush. I think it's beautiful that he could help the nailsmith realise what he himself did. They both also used to live in solitude without even realising how lonely they were, and I think it's cute tuhat they can do art together now :]

They are two bugs retired from their career and making better lives for themselves and they’re gay about it. Nailsmith believes at first that he has nothing left after creating the perfect nail and asks the knight to strike him down, and if you don’t, he meets Sheo, a retired nailmaster finding a new calling in painting and sculpting. They find a shared love in creating things and Nailsmith finds a new calling in art as well. The achievement you get for uniting them is called “Happy Couple”

Gay bugs gay bugs gay bugs (Cw mention of suicide) They both used to pursue their one passion in life: forging the perfect nail (sword) for the Nailsmith and the art of combat for Sheo. Sheo realized he could just leave that life when he lost his passion for fighting, and he found himself a new purpose in life: art. However, he always seemed very lonely, completely isolated by all other bugs in his hidden house in the middle of a thorn jungle. When The Nailsmith achieved his goal and forged the perfect nail, he lost his purpose in life and his will to live. He asks the player to kill him. However, if the player refuses, he can later be found in Sheo's house, modelling for Sheo or sculpting figurines with him. He thanks the player for not fulfilling his request, because he has found a new calling in life here, making art together with Sheo. They both express how happy they are to no longer be alone. This also gives you the "Happy Couple" achievement, confirming that they are a couple.

THEY'RE CANON!!! They're fucking canon!!! You can talk to them at one point after doing a Bunch of Stuff to get them to meet each other and you get an achievement called "Happy Couple"!!! Gotta love old man yuri

Jean-Luc Picard/Q:

theyre kind of the ogs. q fucked that old man for SURE. if they arent old enough for you in the next generation (1987-1984) they probably will be in picard (2020-2023). also when i went looking for the pic i included i googled “star trek picard q in bed” and there were actually multiple different instances of that happening that popped up

um it’s unclear what age Q is supposed to be in TNG but in Picard they’re both undeniably old as balls. Q has godlike powers that he just uses to hang out with this bald old man in increasingly strange and annoying ways. And call him “mon capitane” like a freak and materialize next to him in bed and say Good Morning Darling and lounge all over the Enterprise like a fruit anyways I think they’re abnormal and I like them

what if you were an all powerful nearly omnipotent being who has been worshipped as a god on planets across the farthest reaches of space and the first guy to just not give a shit about you makes you fall madly in love with him

I can’t get my thoughts clear right now but they mean so much to me. They’re meant to be with each other ok. the sequel to spirk. they would be canon if paramount werent COWARDS

if I were an entity as old as the universe itself and I kept visiting some old guy on a spaceship trying to justify the existence of humanity it would 100% be for gay reasons and Q understands this concept on an intimate level actually

[louebel]

— [ 𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐒𝐈𝐒. ]

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: trafalgar law × gn!reader 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐨/𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: 1,655 wc. mentions of the law novel and spoilers for his backstory, descriptions of his trauma, panic attacks, angst, hurt with comfort, law slowly tries to embrace his past, rushed + not proofread. divider by @ benkeibear. 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: law has a nightmare. he appreciates your comfort.

“Hnn..!”

It was one of those nights again.

Sweat tumbled down his temple. No source of light. The polar tang was deep in the abyss. Your soft snores. The blanket hooding you both.

His hands were shaky. His chest was pounding. His lips agape.

“U—uh…”

Just a dream. Just a dream. No.

Not a dream. Reality. The past. Their corpses. The ruins of his city. Bestowed upon him, the laments and dirges of Flevance. They chanted and howled, damned souls who shrieked and condemned the morose government, a newborn Canto VI; Dante’s most passionate inspiration. Mystical, a fantasy, but no dream it was. No, it was not.

If only it could be.

The repugnant fetor of sulfur and acrid smog, ingrained in his nostrils, the buzzing of the flies as he walked among the stench of methane. It was a remote remembrance, clear as a fragile vase of glass, one that would shatter over and over and make his sluggish heart weep, no matter how many times he fixed and carried it. A life torn piece by piece by what was, and is, the ruthless world.

Gone were the days he could live free from his mind, the faces of those he yearned to meet once more, nothing but an ignis fatuus, one that served heartache and warmth in unison. Acerbic, pungent, more than any fruit, acidic upon his tender skin, spilled upon his skull and dissolved it without an ounce of control.

His favorite comics brought dolor. What was formerly one of his dearest pages developed into the fuel of his insecurities, thoughts.

“Look, brother! Sora didn’t die! I told you he wouldn’t!”

His sister’s giggles, nebulous; muffled, lost in time.

“Is it clear, Law? If you’re uncertain, tell me, alright? I’ll explain it to you as many times as you need.”

His father’s lessons but a distant reminiscence.

“Like this, sweetie. You’re a fast learner! Look at you, my smart baby. Mommy’s always here.”

His mother’s delicate hands guiding him, now a phantom.

His childhood companions’ cheering whenever he scored the max on a test, quieter than the gale. The nun’s concerned gaze when he carried Lami and asked to bring her home when she got wounded, forever gone. Corazon’s clumsy scenes he wanted to see again. His smile.

“I love you, Law!”

All their unconditional love.

Love. Love.

He shut his eyes.

How much he craved it. Tore apart in a single night, shredded in another after so thoroughly rebuilding it. And now here he was, trying again. But oh, was it difficult. His breathing often faltered, one false move able to destabilize him. Reconstructing it with paper was an enterprise. A fragment given by each of the people he met — little ones by the citizens in Swallow Island, bigger ones by Wolf, Bepo, Penguin, Shachi, his crew, and what survived of his fractured history was utilized as a base. Yours was almost a blanket. It was a prodigious sheet.

They all supported themselves simultaneously. But it wobbled. A lot. Often he couldn’t manage it. Terrified, alone, as he watched all his efforts about to topple. But it never did.

“… Law?”

Oh no. He woke you up.

“Go to sleep.” It came almost like a snap — to not show he was suffering.

Just go to sleep. Don’t bother with him. Don’t.

“Well… now I won’t do that.” you groggily said, his fingers clenching as you propped yourself up with an elbow. “Nightmare?”

You couldn’t see him in the darkness, but he was still an open book. He couldn’t lie to you, nor did he want to. He tried his best to change his mannerisms and patterns.

You’re his partner. Not a stranger.

“Yeah.” he exhaled tremulously, thorns in his throat.

He heard the rustles, the heat of your frame radiating against his. He couldn’t see you, but he imagined you — feeling your massages and head upon his shoulder. It tickled his neck a little.

“Mh. Baby … it’s okay. It’s okay.”

Obscurity and death clutched him with crisp, meager bones and itching shadows. However, a minor light banished them all; tender, so generous. That sound, yours… Fleeting fingers and honeyed pampering.

His droopy and heavy eyelids fluttered open, those golden eyes that carried unspoken anguish all but courageous; what was a mask he got used to wearing now sunk in the void, crystal tears brimming and gushing down his visage, scrunched up and full of lineaments. Quakes wracked his body, hisses leaving his quivering lips.

“I—I…” Nothing came out. Yet your arms remained still around him.

“Sh … Slowly honey. Take your time. I’m here.”

Here. With him.

“I… I’m so sorry. So sorry. Please forgive me. Please.”

Oh, that poor, poor man … What did he do to deserve this? To experience a catastrophe?

“M—Mom… Dad…”

“Law, hey—”

“La—Lami, Cora… Cora-san..!” He couldn't stop. As one sob wrenched from his lungs, another came, and another, and another, and another. His spine twisted, facing down; curling against you, your lips on his brow.

"Law." You called him gingerly, smoothly, hugging him close. Don't let me go, was all he thought.

"It's not your fault. Never. It's okay. Shh… Honey, hey… It's okay baby, it's okay. You're okay. Shh… Look at me."

And he did. Your palms seemed so much more real. An opportunity, some place to run. A light.

"There we go. Good job sweetie. It's okay. You're okay. It's not your fault."

"… N—not …"

"Not your fault. Never your fault, sweetheart. Everything is okay."

"… Mh. Mmhm."

He responded, unable to form coherent sentences, and cradled you close like a lifeline — the only anchor in this storm. You held him just as tightly, grazing his tense, knotted back. He was shuddering so much.

"Good job. That's my Law. Shh…"

It hurt. It truly did. To catch him like this, to see him so bare. No child, person, should ever go through such horrible things — you remembered how you both cried when he opened up. That confidence he wore for all of his crew finally crumbling at the ounce of vulnerability the universe granted him.

Shachi and Penguin never mentioned it. They divulged tales about Swallow Island — but they kept quiet about Law's other past, respecting his privacy. Bepo was a bit more clumsy with his sayings, information slipping from his fangs before he could stop it. (He'd quickly cover his mouth, a little squeak escaping it.)

When Law revealed everything, it was chaotic. You both had an argument some hours before. You were shocked he didn't crumple in your arms.

Seldom you’ve seen him cry.

"They—they would've liked you," he mumbled between hiccups, the tinge of nostalgia palpable.

"Law…"

"I wish you could've met them. I- I really wish they were here." They’d be proud, wouldn’t they? He could’ve worked with his father. His mother. Lami would’ve been a wonderful nurse or a doctor. Corazon would have joined him.

In another life, perhaps. Now the Rose held them.

"I wish I could've met them, too. I know you miss them… But they're—" his skin molded under your pointing finger as you pressed right on his sweet, scarred heart, "—right here. Forever. They're proud of you. I know they are."

"… I … hope so." he believed so, too — but saying it felt too egoistic of him. If you knew, you’d knock his head. He could tell.

"No no, baby. They are. I'm proud of you, too. So proud. Okay?"

He breathed deeply, nodding slowly.

"Okay. Okay."

“Good. You’re getting better,” you assured him, and those words never felt more gratifying. He had to be kind to himself. Gentle. The mind is fragile. He hopes — no, he knows you’d forgive him for being harsh on himself before. He knows. He knows.

“I try. I do. It's so hard, though,” he sniffed, resting his forehead on yours, to feel your warmth, your breath, your vitality, his "Beatrice", “they went too soon, sometimes I wish I could’ve followed them.” he admits, and your eyes grow more compassionate.

“But … my friends. My crew. The people I’ve met. What my family would want, Corazon’s wish. You. I’m glad to be here,” he says, taking deep breaths between. He’s safe in your arms. He can go at his own pace.

“Are you glad to be alive?” Some might see your question as idiotic, but Law knows the difference.

“That … I cannot tell. Sometimes I still feel like I don’t deserve it.”

“Mh.”

It was rather quiet after that. Only your breathing and his. The stirring of your pajamas. The hushed buzzing of the submarine.

It was welcome, though.

“Change is complex,” he then spoke, looking at you with a glimpse of hope. “but … I’m willing to try. I have to. For the crew, for you, for—for me.”

Tranquility took him when you smiled, something unlocking in his spirit. It wasn’t onerous anymore.

“Good. Especially for you, honey. We appreciate you being so tough, truly, but…” you brushed your lips on his jaw and peppered soft, tiny kisses. “There's nothing wrong with being weak. We all are. If you fight it, it hurts. It’s just us. Our feeble little selves. Give yourself a break from time to time. You are doing well.”

Law deeply appreciated your snogs, his frantic heartbeat calming. You led him down onto the mattress again, covering both your forms with the blanket.

“Let go, honey. Cry. And don’t hold back. You’re safe now.”

Tender murmurs filled the night. Law's head rested in the crook of your neck. His frightened mourns eased, his restless limbs no longer a problem — caresses and soothing, calm words eased the poor child, who wanted nothing but to live in peace.

And so he reached Eden, your pious hand accompanying him to Paradiso.

[kuromori4]

Gabriel Agreste's despicable request

I started this rant after watching the London special and I figured I should finally finish it and post it.

"Make sure Adrien never knows the villain that I was, and instead try and remember the times I tried to be a good father."

Who the hell does he think he is to make such a request?? He's relying on Marinette's desire to protect the boy she loves. He KNOWS that she'll do as he asks for Adrien. He's counting on it. And that's AWFUL. He has to know exactly what he's putting on her shoulders. He knows that she knows what an awful father he's been to Adrien. This isn't a heartfelt request to protect his son. This is a CURSE ON HIS ENEMY. A way to ensure that Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Ladybug, the major thorn in his side since day one, continues to suffer long after he's gone. Ladybug foiled all of his plans from the start, Marinette dared to win the heart of his son, whom he had promised to someone else without his knowledge. She was his downfall, and surely, in his mind, the (albeit indirect) cause of his impending doom.

If he really cared about Adrien, if Adrien's well-being was his real goal and final wish, then he should have given in. He should have decided, "You're right Ladybug, I fucked up. let's try and fix this, for Adrien." But NO. He chose to attack her, even after she gave him a chance to make things right. He wasn't willing to let things end on someone else's terms. If he was going to go out, he was going to do it HIS WAY. And he was going to make sure that his memory would never die, one way or another. So instead of doing the right thing and finding a way out of it that was less harmful to his child, whom he was about to leave an orphan, he steals the Miraculous and makes damn sure that his death will go down in history.

I don't give a shit if he changed the initial intention of his wish. He still wasn't sacrificing himself for some greater good. That's just how he wanted Marinette to perceive it, because she is good, and a child, and therefor easy to emotionally manipulate. He knowingly put both Adrien and Marinette into a position where a future of hurt and pain was inevitable. Everything Gabriel does is self-serving, right to the very end. His final act of villainy ensured that he could maintain control over his son's life even after his death, and keep his enemies suffering long after he's gone. And what's worse, he used the girl his son loves to enforce it. Which is the ultimate fuck you to Mari/bug if you ask me; forcing her to become the new keeper of his son's ignorance, maintaining that Adrien stays in the dark and never learns the truth about anything.

You could argue that he gave his life for Nathalie and that's somehow redeeming, but I argue that it was just another way for him to guarantee that his affairs were taken care of after his demise. Sure he does seem to care about Nathalie in some manner, maybe there's even some love there. (But as we well know, Gabriel's twisted 'love' seems to come at a price.) I'm sure Nathalie knows how to run his company in his stead, to make sure his assets stay in tact, and to a certain degree, maybe even thinks that Nathalie might carry on his mission, or at the very least protect his secrets. Even if she had a change of heart in the end and tried to stop him, she has been complicit all these years and knows most of, if not all of, his secrets and goals. She also has a position of authority over Adrien. She knows that he's a Sentibeing and where his Amok is, and has used it on him before. I truly think that Gabriel believed that Nathalie would help wrap everything up with a nice bow for him. Who else could he trust to handle his final affairs? Certainly not Tsurugi.

If Gabriel had turned himself in to Ladybug, he would have died alone, pretty much then and there. Without his wife. (Emilie's status of dead or nearly dead being unknown to us) Nathalie would have died, His company would fail, his contracts with Tsurugi enterprises would allow Tomoe to pick the Gabriel company apart like a vulture, and his empire would shrivel up. His son would know who and what he was, and would hate him. The plans he put in place for Adrien's future would fall apart, allowing for Adrien to grow and be who he wants without his father's influence. Maybe he'd be remembered for his villainy, but his accomplishments in life as Gabriel would be forgotten, lost, even resented. And what's worse, he would have lost everything to a couple of children. His son's girlfriend and her pet cat would be his downfall, his undoing. The great Gabriel Agreste, Monarch, bested by a young girl. Gabriel's blatant pretension would never stand for it.

His wish ensured that he got to be together with his wife in the end, Which was always his goal. It ensured that Mari/bug (And by extension, Chat Noir) would continue to suffer for daring to oppose him. He got his way. He won. IDGAF if he died. HE WON. He destroyed so many lives. He doesn't deserve the little comments in the special talking about "Rekindling what was still good in Gabriel Agreste" or "What finally made him a good father to Adrien." HE KNEW WHAT HE WAS ASKING OF HER. He knew what it would mean for her, and his son! The power he holds over Marinette and Adrien from beyond the grave guarantees that even with a new Butterfly holder, that he will ALWAYS be the formidable villain who defeated them. He will ALWAYS loom over their heads, wrap his fingers around their throats. He got to defeat his enemy AND look like the hero. He gets to have his cake and eat it too. He gave both of his identities a fucking LEGACY.

[hanihazeljade]

Three Compliments

The disastrous day of Timothy Jackson Drake

(HHJ: I AM BACK! A LITTLE SLEEP DEPRIVED BUT NEVERTHELESS UPDATING THIS FIC! AND ALSO THIS FIC IS ALSO NOW IN AO3 FOR THE UPDATE ALERTS LMAO)

Start - Three Weeks

Prev - Three Pasts

Next - Three Sirens

It was such a lovely cold day on the 27th of December. The Wayne Manor was quietly sipping their morning beverage with a dash of bickering from Jason and Dick when a shout broke the peaceful vibe of the manor.

“Tamara Mildred Fox! I swear to god if you are using my lipstick, it is over! ”A loud voice breaks through the peace and calmness of the manor.

“It compliments my skin well.” A high-pitched voice answered back with a snort in the end.

“You are full of bullshit! I am pale as a sheet, and you are a buckwheat! ”

“Fine, it looks good on Pru though.”

A gasp was heard—an overly dramatic gasp. “What happened to bros before hoes?”

“Darling, I will choose Pru over you at any given time and day.”

“Such a lovely friend you are.”

Tim and Tam’s shouting match echoes through the halls of the east wing. After the Christmas Party, some people decide to stay at the overly large house of Batman and to sleep there, including the Fox’s. 

Tam was having a blast going through everything Tim had brought for the wedding. And she still couldn’t believe how much Tim could pack in one suitcase. There are three dresses, including Tim’s red Dior 1999 collection. There is a purple long gown with a high slit  and an olive green floral lace dress, and it was supposed to be floor length, but Tim made some adjustments to make the length to his ankle.

And with those dresses brought out from Tim’s suitcase, Tam wanted Tim to model those dresses, and with the help of Cass, who got wind of the situation in Tim's room, dragged Stephanie with her, and they decided to make Tim a mannequin.

Tim wants to say that he hated being dressed up and painted, but that was a big fat lie, as he was so relaxed having someone else to do the styling of his face and dresses. 

The night was such a beautiful memory for Tim, but the morning was not. It started when Tamara Fox decides to steal Tim’s favourite nude lipstick and decides to use the shade that looks atrocious with Tam’s skin colour. Colour Theory apparently. 

And that is how they got into their shouting match, with Tam and Tim laughing as they went out of manor to go shopping—what Tam said when Bruce asked where they would go. And that is a lie. Tim and Tam would go separate ways once they went to Wayne Enterprise. Tam would have her date with Pru; Tim is invited to hang out with them, but Tim rejects the idea of being third wheel. So, Tim just dropped Tam to be with Pru and will just find ways to entertain himself.

But it seems fate decided to spoil him a little when he saw Lex Luthor in the lobby of Wayne Enterprise and who Tim was to not grab the chance to mess around with his ex-archnemesis when it came to business back when he was the largest shareholder of Wayne Enterprise.

“Lex! It is so nice to see you here in Gotham!” Timothy greeted the bald man. Lex looks at him; a little bit of surprise and also amusement can be seen on his face if you know where to look.

“Timothy Drake, finally, someone that uses their head.” Lex grunted as he left the front desk and walked towards Tim. Timothy Jackson Drake to Lex Luthor is always has been a thorn in the side of LexCorp. However, Timothy Drake once was Wayne, is a refreshing sight in the business world. He might look young however has an mind of a veteran businessman. Lex was jealous of Wayne because he has the young Timothy as an heir and actually regret not snatching the young man when it was rumoured that Timothy left the company to hand it over to the youngest Wayne.

Lex might actually just have an heir if he just talked Timothy using this opportunity, Wayne already has a chance and yet he threw it away to the window, and who is Lex to not take that opportunity to have a wonderful and brilliant man to be his heir. And Conner and Tim has got along back everytime they met before.

Timothy immediately picked up Lex’s bad mood, “Why you seem so… annoyed Lex?” he asked the man.

“There has been a complication in scheduling for Wayne. It seems like they double-book, and I have to wait for yet another week.” 

“Want to have a coffee with me?” Tim proposes; after all, Timothy Drake and Lex Luthor have a rather pleasant relationship in terms of business appeal. Yes, they had a love-hate relationship when it came to stopping the other one from step into their territory, but it seems like Damian let Lex have reign in Gotham. A dumb decision in Tim’s opinion.

“Sure, since I am stuck here in this forsaken city without Mercy.” Now, normally Lex would not accept any invitations of anyone. But this city has been keeping up in it’s name and Lex has not anything going to his plan. Meeting Timothy is a nice surprise.

Timothy looked around and sure thing, Mercy, the bodyguard/secretary, is not with Lex. “Oh yeah, right. Where is Mercy?” he asked and he held out his arm as a gesture for Lex to follow him.

Luthor walked with him before answering, “She’s in the hotel, after she dropped me off at the Wayne Tower.”

“She needs to do something there? I barely remember seeing you without Mercy by your side.”

“Yes, she said she will handle the packing and as I have a flight to catch up in Rome.”

They arrive at the coffee shop and Tim ordered, “One banana soy frappe with a shot of espresso and extra whipped cream, and what is yours Lex?”

“One regular medium roast.” Lex curtly said and Tim just shrugged, internally judging the man to have such a basic palette. 

Timothy looked back at the cashier, “And one regular medium roast, please.”

“That will be $21.17.” The cashier said and Tim gave him his card and swipe it to pay both coffees. “Name please.”

“Timothy.” Tim said and lead Lex to a empty two seat table.

“It’s been so long since I saw you, Timothy.” Lex pathetic excuse of an ice breaker but Tim would not judge. Well, not openly, at least.

“Need peace with this city. A weekly prison break will not help me with my condition.” Timothy joked and chuckled.

Lex raised his brow, “I did not know you are sick.”

“Well, no. I am not that sick, just… burnout, I guess. My therapist told me that I should let go once in a while.” Timothy said as he tried his best to explain but also not give too much information to Lex, who knows what will Lex will do about it.

“You are seeking therapy?” Lex looked at him skeptically.

“Oh yes, apparently I was borderlining psychopathy and depression, apparently and I can’t have that.” Tim said as he knows it might be an information that a few knows, but he wants Lex to suddenly just slip it out if he was with the Waynes and just saw the chaos it will ensue and Tim would not be here if that happens.

“It seems like you did change. You are more free to said what is in your mind. Not unlike when you are handling Wayne’s company.”

“And here I thought, you hate that about me.”

“And I always told you that it was a likeable attitude of yours.”

“Hmm.”

And they let silence and the background to fill it, and then Tim’s name was called.

“Want to play chess?”

“Sure.”

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Every Rose Has Its Thorns

You are a botanist on the USS Enterprise. On an away mission, you accidentally touch a poisonous plant and get very sick. Bones has to take care of you and find the cure.

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Directory

My fics

Xedgin

Finding; a not so human Xenk discovering human feelings

Half-vampire!Edgin series; enemies to it's complicated

Romance in the time of LoveChat; romance writer!Ed and online dating AU

Xedgin in 100 words; drabble colletion

Edgin Darvis' last heist; breaking up and making up

AOS Spirk

5 wrong kisses (+1 right kiss); aliens made them kiss

It's the most wonderful time of the year; winter holidays and family drama

An elegant solution series; Vulcan Reform arranged marriage

Ri va'ne; cadet!Kirk and Vulcan strip clubs

5 people confused by the relationship between Kirk and Spock (+1 person who understood it); queerplatonic/ambiguous slash

Crawl home to him; not really character death (?), mutual pining

TOS Spirk

A heart even more your own; Persuasion AU

How to find the perfetc partner for your Vulcan, a compendium by James T. Kirk; old (almost) married spirk

Mirror Spirk

A Thorn in his side; Kirk "haaaates" Spock

5 bad days aboard the ISS Enterprise; denial of feelings and humor

Other Trek

Trektober 2023; oneshot collection; AOS-TOS-mirror spirk, spones, mckirk, mcspirk & others

No masters or kings (when the ritual begins); mcspirk aliens made them do it, pining

Fic recs

Spirk 1, 2

Mcspirk 1

[sapphicreadsdb]

Hi do you by chance have any sapphic fantasy recs? preferably adult fantasy but YA is fine too

sure! tho this could will get quite long... no links, sorry!, bc it was kicking up a fuss with those for some reason

+ = ya

pennyblade by j.l. worrad

lady hotspur by tessa gratton

sofi and the bone song by adrienne tooley (+)

she who became the sun by shelley parker chan

the scapegracers by h.a. clarke (+)

the third daughter by adrienne tooley (+)

the daughters of izdihar by hadeer elsbai

the malevolent seven by sebastien de castell

blackheart knights by laure eve

the warden by daniel m. ford

the unbroken by c.l. clark

dark earth by rebecca stott

witch king by martha wells

scorpica by g.r. macallister

the mirror empire by kameron hurley

now she is witch by kirsty logan

silverglass by j.f. rivkin

the woman who loved the moon and other stories by elizabeth a. lynn

...(this answer is how i discover there's a character limit per block so. doing this in chunks.)

fire logic by laurie j. marks

a restless truth by freya marske

when angels left the old country by sacha lamb (+)

the traitor baru cormorant by seth dickinson

an archive of brightness by kelsey socha

the bladed faith by david dalglish

the winged histories by sofia samatar

dragonoak by sam farren

the forever sea by joshua phillip johnson

into the broken lands by tanya huff

the jasmine throne by tasha suri

daughter of redwinter by ed mcdonald

the last magician by lisa maxwell (+)

the fire opal mechanism by fran wilde

...

the black coast by mike brooks

high times in the low parliament by kelly robson

foundryside by robert jackson bennett

the enterprise of death by jesse bullington

mamo by sas milledge (+)

from dust, a flame by rebecca podos (+)

uncommon charm by emily bergslien & kat weaver

wild and wicked things by francesca may

the unspoken name by a.k. larkwood

brother red by adrian selby

the final strife by saara el-arifi

way of the argosi by sebastien de castell (+)

the bone shard daughter by andrea stewart

ghost wood song by erica waters (+)

into the crooked place by alexandra christo (+)

ashes of the sun by django wexler

the midnight girls by alicia jasinska (+)

the midnight lie by marie rutkoski (+)

the never tilting world by rin chupeco (+)

water horse by melissa scott

...

a master of djinn by p. djeli clark

the good luck girls by charlotte nicole davis (+)

among thieves by m.j. kuhn

black water sister by zen cho

the velocity of revolution by marshall ryan maresca

sweet & bitter magic by adrienne tooley (+)

the dark tide by alicia jasinska (+)

the library of the unwritten by a.j. hackwith

a dark and hollow star by ashley shuttleworth (+)

the chosen and the beautiful by nghi vo

the councillor by e.j. beaton

these feathered flames by alexandra overy (+)

the factory witches of lowell by c.s. malerich

fireheart tiger by aliette de bodard

...

city of lies by sam hawke

bestiary by k-ming chang

the raven and the reindeer by t. kingfisher

the winter duke by claire eliza bartlett (+)

master of poisons by andrea hairston

the empress of salt and fortune by nghi vo

night flowers shirking from the light of the sun by li xing

down comes the night by allison saft (+)

wench by maxine kaplan (+)

girls made of snow and glass by melissa bashardoust (+)

girls of paper and fire by natasha ngan (+)

the impossible contract by k.a. doore

burning roses by s.l. huang

the house of shattered wings by aliette de bodard

not for use in navigation by iona datt sharma

weak heart by ban gilmartin

girl, serpent, thorn by melissa bashardoust (+)

the devil's blade by mark alder

...

we set the dark on fire by tehlor kay mejia (+)

the true queen by zen cho

moontangled by stephanie burgis

a portable shelter by kirsty logan

sing the four quarters by tanya huff

all the bad apples by moira fowley doyle (+)

the drowning eyes by emily foster

the priory of the orange tree by samantha shannon

miranda in milan by katharine duckett

the afterward by e.k. johnston (+)

thorn by anna burke

penhallow amid passing things by iona datt sharma

in the vanishers' palace by aliette de bodard

summer of salt by katrina leno (+)

the gracekeepers by kirsty logan

out of the blue by sophie cameron (+)

black wolves by kate elliott

the circle by sara b. elfgren & mats strandberg (+)

unspoken by sarah rees brennan (+)

thistlefoot by gennarose nethercott

passing strange by ellen klages

(and breathe)

[divinekangaroo]

Season 1 Episode 1: Freddie Thorne's bedside table.

Half smoked, hand-rolled cigarettes? Unlikely to be pot in the 1920s (but allow me my interpretative indulgence in modern AUs), hand-rolled cigarettes were working class, being cheaper than packet ciagrettes, plus you could stretch the tobacco pouch/tin out further by making the ciagrettes really thin. Hand-rolling was also linked to countercultures and bohemian/artist lifestyles in the way pot is/was.

Freddie starts to smoke them then puts them out long before the heat hits his fingertips. And the cigarette he lights up after he and Ada finish having sex - first for Ada and then for him - are factory produced ones, so either someone else has been smoking the rollies in his bed, or let's assume Freddie instead takes Ada's higher quality cigarettes (which are smuggled by the Shelby enterprise) every chance he gets.

War and Revolution by Leon Trotsky, written (best I can find) in 1922 - so at least one year asychronous with PB's S1 blurred start date. If we assume Freddie and Tommy were both following Trotsky's writings closely pre war, in the lead up to the war, and during the war, it starts to get sharply pronounced how Freddie and Tommy were likely to diverge. I've assumed Freddie was without a support structure or much family (only the mother mention) because of how much worse off than the Shelbys he was shown. Tommy acts to protect, but Freddie *had* nothing to protect. During the war, Tommy loses all faith in any ideals, Communism or Catholicism; Freddie leans much harder into those ideals which speak to who he is. Trotsky's writings around the start of the war also give some suggestion as to one of the many influences around that might have increased their desire to sign up so early: reading the Trotsky works, I can well imagine a more idealistic Tommy (which, if I have the timing right, Greta dies, Tommy 'heads out' in some kind of grief to get away, he has his liaison with Zelda who conceives Duke, and almost immediately after, Tommy then conscripts) and a fervent Freddie being the drivers for the first tranche of Birmingham boys who signed up. (Tommy also calls Danny 'comrade'.) Here's a summary of Trotsky's WWI writings.

You know what Tommy's like. Yeah, Freddie says, I know what Tommy's like. Likes to take his fight out onto the (?mat?), doesn't like to stand and wait.

One day me and Tommy will be on the same side again. Which Freddie says in direct response to Ada saying sometimes it's like you're with me just to show you can. (Fascinating non-sequiter Freddie.) I do like to imagine that both conscripted for the same reasons, and then neither of them realised the other was drifting hard in the other direction during the war, Freddie to that radicalisation and Tommy to disillusionment; that the realisation and fragmentation of their friendship only occurred at some point after the return to England.

The scene then cuts immediately to Tommy and his opium pipe, and his dream of him, Danny and Freddie in the tunnel. Tommy wakes in terror, and immediately looks out his bedroom window at the police walking by. There's a certain density of Tommy's anxiety: he hates waiting, Freddie says. They had to wait in the Tunnel. The Tunnel dreams are all about the terror of the waiting. And in S1, Tommy is waiting, sitting on the guns. The overwhelming weight of Tommy's anxiety, he who hates waiting and if the fight has to happen wants to bring the fight, is quite sharply contrasted with Freddie's near uncaring and almost looking for a fight.

And then the scene cuts to Danny breaking down even more obviously, fighting as a trauma reaction, without knowing who he's fighting or why, only in fear.

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The other thing that always interested me was Tommy sending Danny home to his wife after Danny's first on-screen breakdown. This burden that the wives carry after the war; I remember that comment stood out even when I was doing my half-arsed first watch, oh, of course, expect the wife to carry it all. This sense of what the wives carry through all of the seasons, right to S6 and what is asked of Linda (who takes money for it) and Lizzie (who finally leaves).

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Obligatory height/size difference shot. The water where Tommy contrives Danny's execution and resurrection, and by all implication, somehow set aside Danny's PTSD with that act as Danny resumed a new life in London without the episodes he was having in Birmingham. The all-healing gunshot to the head.

[tomoleary]

Frank Thorne "You will be visited by only two spirits... The third one thinks he might get laid tonight." Jacob Marley confronts Ebenezer Scrooge Playboy Magazine Single-Panel Cartoon Original Art (HMH Publishing & Playboy Enterprises, 1990s)

[docgold13]

Batman: The Animated Series - Paper Cut-Out Portraits and Profiles

Rupert Thorne

A powerful and ruthless crime boss, Rupert Thorne muscled his way into the Gotham City and swiftly took control over a large section of the criminal underworld.  Edging out former kingpins, Arnold Stromwell and Salvatore Valestra, Thorne’s enterprises ranged from narcotics to racketeering, money laundering, gambling and weapons smuggling.  Although his criminal endeavors were well known to the public, the corruption within Gotham's justice system kept Thorne in his penthouse and the authorities off his back.

District Attorney Harvey Dent was determined to put an end to Thorne’s grip on the city.  Dent’s dogged pursuit of Thorne became even more relentless as he was campaigning for reelection as District Attorney.  Dent was getting close and Thorne became desperate to put a stop to it.  

Thorne attempted to blackmail Dent after his agent had pilfered the medical notes from Dent’s psychiatrist.  Dent was contending with rather severe psychological difficulties and Thorne threatened to expose this to the public unless Dent agreed to drop all investigations into his enterprises.  Dent refused and a scuffle broke out wherein Dent was caught in an explosion that terribly scared half of his face.  All this resulted in the creation of the villainous Two-Face.  And Two-Face would prove an even greater threat to Rupert Thorne than Dent had ever been.   

A new breed of criminal was encroaching on Thorne’s territory.  Villains like Two-Face, The Penguin and The Joker were substantially cutting into his profit margins and The Batman was a near constant threat to his whole organization.  Determined to wrestle back control, Thorne hired the mercenary known as Bane to break the Bat and ostensively reseat Thorne atop the criminal empire.  

The plot failed, Batman triumphed over Bane and Thorne’s hold on power became even more tenuous.  In desperate need of cash, Thorne agreed to pool resources with The Penguin and the mob enforcer Carlton Duquesne in a venture to sell high tech weapons to the war-torn nation of Kasnia.  

The operation was taken down by Batman along with the mysterious new heroine, Batwoman.  Duquesne was convinced to testify against Thorne and the once untouchable gangster was sentenced to life in prison at Stonegate Penitentiary.   

The wonderfully intimidating John Vernon provided the voice for Rupert Thorne, with mobster first appeared in the sixth episode of the first season of Batman: The Animated Series, ‘It’s Never Too Late.’  

[karafina]

Manga, books and authors mentioned in A Drunken Dream and Other Stories

I wrote the english names that were used in the book. Honestly the way I organized this gave me a headache but I hope it's useful <3 See more for the list of authors that were mentioned briefly.

Manga mentioned in the interview Mama’s Violin - Tetsuya Chiba Tomboy Angel - Mitsuteru Yokoyama Shinsengumi; Astro Boy - Osamu Tezuka Harp of the Stars; Hello, Teacher; The White Troika - Hideko Mizuno Mist, Roses and Stars - Shotaro Ishitani The Boy from Dartmoor - Nanae Sasaya In the Sunroom; The Song of the Wind and the Trees - Keiko Takemiya You Can Hear the Rain; Birth - Yumiko Oshima Norakuro - Suiho Tagawa The Rose of Versailles - Riyoko Ikeda

Mentioned in Rachel Thorn's essay Fuichin-san - Toshiko Ueda Tomorrow’s Joe - Tetsuya Chiba Eyes of Ice - Nanae Sasaya Aim for the Ace! - Sumika Yamamoto Toward the Terra; Fly Me to the Moon! - Keiko Takemiya Banana Bread Pudding; F-Shiki Ranmaru - Yumiko Oshima Two in a White Room; Arabesque; The Son of Heaven in the Land of the Rising Sun; Terpsichore - Ryoko Yamagishi Mari and Shingo; A Staff and Wings - Toshie Kihara

Books The Secret Garden - Frances Hodgson Burnett Anne of Green Gables - Lucy Maud Montgomery Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm - Kate Douglas Wiggin Little Women - Louisa May Alcott Shank’s Mare - Ikku Jippensha The Currents of Space - Isaac Asimov The Generative Enterprise Revisited - Noam Chomsky Phantoms in the Brain - V.S. Ramachandran

There's notes at the end giving more context for these authors but I don't have it in me rn.

Interview: Miyako Maki Masako Watanabe Kazuo Umezu Sanpei Shirato Mineko Yamada Ryoko Yamagishi Jun Morita Yasuko Sakata Akiko Hatsu Shio Satoh Aiko Itoh Machiko Satonaka

Essay: Yoshiko Nishitani Minori Kimura Mineko Yamada Akira Mochizuki Sato Tomoe

Book authors: Kenji Miyazawa Jean Stratton-Porter Robert Heinlein Ryotaro Shiba Sawako Ariyoshi Herman Hesse Ray Bradbury Jean Cocteau Kenichiro Mogi