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[medys-space]

Planning the cult layout

[iwan-fadila]

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[thisapplepielife]

Written for @corrodedcoffinfest.

Eddeth

Day #30 - Fame & Fortune | Word Count: 1000 | Rating: T | CW: Language | POV: Eddie | Pairing: Fake!Eddeth, Steddie | Tags: Modern AU, Stop Trying to Make Eddeth Happen, It's Not Gonna Happen, Eddie & Gareth Are Best Friends, They Are Also: Idiot², Paparazzi, Social Media, Luddite Eddie, Steve Harrington Has To Clean Up All Their Messes, But What Else Is New?

"Did you know they're shipping us?" 

"Shipping us where? I hope they poke holes first," Eddie says, looking over at Gareth as he's scrolling on his phone. Gareth isn't listening to him, doesn't even laugh, which Eddie thinks is rude. That was a great dad joke.

He's picked up dad jokes from Steve, because Steve's corny as fuck. 

"Not like that," Gareth says, "like, shipping us together. We have a name and everything."

"Speak English," Eddie demands.

"You know, like Bennifer? But we're Eddeth," Gareth says.

"Who's Bennifer?"

"Which version?" Gareth asks, "Nevermind. You don't care. It's the ship name for Ben and Jennifer together. Do you never read the tabloids?"

"No. And I don't like that," Eddie says.

"Well, I knew you wouldn't. But now they're thinking about us. Together. Romantically. Enough that we have a mash-up of our names together."

Eddie barks out a laugh, "Well, alright. Whatever floats their boat."

Gareth sits there quietly for a bit, then says, "Maybe we can use this. Drum up some attention for the band. Get our name out there. Be a trending hashtag."

"I don't know what that means," Eddie says. 

"I know you don't. But we could, like, get in the zeitgeist."

"I hate everything you're choosing to be right now," Eddie says.

"Eddie. This could blow us up."

"Well, sure, in that case I'll tell Steve to just step aside."

"Not for real, dummy. Just for the paparazzi. Get our names talked about more. If they see more of the band, they may like the band more."

Eddie says he'll think about it, but he has no intention of doing any of that. They are exactly the right amount of famous. He can walk down the street without being harassed, but they live comfortably. He isn't about to upset that apple cart.

But it persists. There's buzz, apparently. At least according to Gareth, anyway.

So, at the next show, Eddie hops up on the drum riser and covers Bang Dem Sticks, while flirting with Gareth. It is possible to flirt platonically, and he does it very well. 

The next day, Gareth shows him all the chatter. The tiktoks. The commentary. And, well, maybe they could use this to their advantage. Just for a minute.

So, they walk down a dozen different sidewalks, and no paparazzi cameras pop out to snap pictures. Which is normal. He isn't sure why Gareth suddenly thought they'd make TMZ. 

But Gareth persists, and they even go to the Ivy, and still nothing. 

Even LAX is a fucking bust. 

That night, Eddie crawls into bed next to Steve, and sighs.

"What's the matter with you?" Steve asks, tipping down his iPad to look at Eddie.

"Nobody will take my picture with Gareth."

Steve laughs, "What the hell are you talking about?"

So, Eddie tells him their grand plan, and Steve is laughing his fucking ass off before Eddie can even finish. 

"Eddie. You have to call the paps if you want to do a pap walk. They aren't mind-readers. They don't just show up. Do you think all those pictures of celebs you see are actually candid? They definitely aren't."

Well, Eddie never looks at pap pictures. He has no fucking clue. He likes to fly under the radar.

"Really?" Eddie eventually asks. 

"Really. Do you want me to organize a pap walk for you?" Steve asks, his eyes sparkling with mirth.

"Well. Kinda," he says, "we're Eddeth."

"I know, honey. I've seen all the videos of you flirting with him on stage."

Eddie laughs, "You know that's not real, right?"

"Uh, yeah. I'm not new here," Steve says, "I'll call it in tomorrow. You can be photographed to your heart's content."

And they are. As if it were magic, a handful of photogs are suddenly very aware of where they'll be on various outings. Eddie holds the door for Gareth. Hugs him on the street corner. They get an inordinate amount of coffees that Eddie doesn't even like.

The pictures run, and not a lot of people care, but they are being discussed in some circles. 

So, they keep doing it. Dinners and movies and trips through the airport where they're not really going anywhere. Only going through security, as if they were.

That's a brand new kind of torture. Who goes through TSA when they don't actually have to? 

More coffee. Coffee, coffee, coffee. Eddie's never bought this many drinks in his life. 

And then the bottom falls out. 

Someone makes a video that goes extremely viral, explaining everyone in their Corroded Coffin circle. 

Including Steve. 

In fact, it's almost mourning the breakup of them. Steddie. They're Steddie, apparently, and now the fans, the real fans, those that actually have followed them, are upset. Pointing fingers, assigning blame. Some to Eddie, some to Gareth.

Fuck.

"Uh, we've got a problem," Eddie tells Steve, and Steve just shakes his head, already aware of the situation.

"Do we have to do a pap walk now?" Eddie asks, worrying his hands together. 

He never did anything romantic with Gareth. It can all be explained away, swept under the rug. 

He thinks.

He hopes.

"I really don't want to," Steve says, and that's that. They won't.

Now, Eddie's either a cheater in the eyes of their actual fans, or they think Steve's gone. 

Instead, Gareth does a couple pap walks with his girlfriend, and she's branded a beard, immediately. They really fucked this up, big time. 

"We'll go to dinner. The four of us," Steve says, "I'll call it in."

And Eddie kisses his cheek, over and over.

Just to be safe, Steve has their publicist send TMZ a copy of their marriage certificate, and some boilerplate that Eddie and Gareth are just best friends, and always have been.

As they settle into the booth at the restaurant, pictures still being taken, Steve asks, "Are we done trying to be tabloid fodder? Have we learned our lesson?"

"Yes, Steve," Eddie and Gareth both say in unison.

If you want to write your own, or see more entries for this challenge, pop on over to @corrodedcoffinfest and follow along with the fun! 🦇

[another-supernova-girl]

An Exercise in Control - Cooper Adams/Abbott x Fem OC

* Part ? : A Winter's Interlude *

So...I am currently on day 4 of dealing with what I assume to be a cold, and since I'm feeling pretty wretched, and have no one to show me the slightest hint of care IRL, I thought I'd write a little something with Cooper taking care of my OC when she's sick. Slight spoilers, as this takes place after the main story (that is not yet completed). All you need to know if that Delilah has, at this point, found out Cooper is The Butcher, and she is living in her own apartment now. That's pretty much it outside of what is already in the posted chapters 1-3. Gif is mine.

CHAPTER 1 CHAPTER 2 CHAPTER 3

(( word count ~ 1,700 ))

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“Hey, man, she's not here today.” Cooper heard the words come out of the bookstore employee's mouth before he registered they were directed at himself, and he swerved around on the spot toward the younger man.

“Excuse me?” he asked, his expression neutral. Cooper had encountered the young man before, and didn't love the fact that he happened to be his girl's co-worker, but he knew he wasn't a threat.

“Delilah? You're lookin' for her, right?” the younger man clarified. “She called in sick.”

“Is that so?” Cooper replied, his hand digging into his pocket for his phone, seeing no missed messages or calls when he checked the screen. Is she was sick, it was news to him.

* * *

“I'm...I'm coming,” a hoarse voice sounded from inside the small studio apartment that Delilah resided in when she wasn't at work, or at Cooper's house. “Sorry, the app isn't updating, I guess,” she croaked as she unbolted the lock, dragging the chain away, and opened the door to a far more familiar face than she expected. “Cooper?” she whimpered, her voice barely recognizable, as she stared up at the looming man, a look on his face she'd never seen so transparently – selfless and full of blatant concern.

“Why didn't you tell me?” The Butcher asked as he began to reach a large hand out, his movements stilling as he was met with a crackling cough.

“It's not a big deal,” she mumbled, continuing to stand in the doorway, grasping the frame and the solid wood, blocking his entrance. “It's just a c-” she began to insist, but another noisy cough cut into her words, and her grip on the door in her grasp weakened, Cooper taking the opportunity to infiltrate the diminutive apartment. “It's just a cold,” she insisted as she pressed her body weight against the door, shoving it closed again after her failure to keep her boyfriend out of her living space.

“I don't care if it's just a cold. You should have told me,” he insisted, his tone commanding, as he glanced over his surroundings. He'd spent more hours in the little apartment than he could count, but he'd never seen it so disheveled. Looking back to his paramour, he realized he'd never seen her quite so disheveled either, as least not under circumstances that didn't involve himself, and his seductive control over her. Sex was the last thing on his mind, however, as he looked her over. “Baby, you should have told me,” he spoke again, his voice far softer as he strode the short distance between them and pulled her into his jacket-covered arms before she could vocally protest.

“Cooper, sto-” Delilah began, but another round of rattling coughs escaped, her face warm, her eyes glistening when he pulled away just enough to peer down at her. “I don't...I don't wanna get you sick, too,” she rasped, but The Butcher was having none of that.

“I'm not worried about getting sick,” he insisted, his eyes darting back to the door at the sudden sound of knocking.

“It's my delivery,” she mumbled as he abandoned his hold on her to return to the door, opening it to find a stranger holding bags of food.

* * *

Cooper took control of the situation, despite Delilah's protests, instructing her to get in the shower while he set to work, shuffling through her collection of medicines, and ordering up various caplets and cough syrups for another delivery. Making a quick sweep of the apartment, he gathered up used tissue boxes and overflowing bags of their previous contents, freezing for a moment every time he heard a series of coughs sound from the bathroom. By the time he stepped into the steam-filled room, Delilah had given up on standing, and he found her instead sitting in the middle of the tub with the hot water pulsing against her bare back.

“Cooper, I'm serious, I don't w-” she began to protest again when he pushed the door closed behind himself, watched as he began to strip off his security guard uniform, fold it up and set it on the corner of the sink.

“I told you,” he retorted as he stripped down to nothing, and shoved aside the translucent curtain to reveal the equally nude young woman inside. “I'm not worried about me getting sick...now, stand up, sweetheart, let's get you clean.” Cooper stepped into the shower and grasped her hands for leverage, caught her against his body when her feet nearly gave way below her, and felt her warm, wet frame collapse against his.

“Cooper...” she murmured as he set about cleansing her, applying shampoo to her hair and working it through as her hands clung to his shoulders, head handing forward, staring at their feet. Every part of him really was so much bigger than her equivalent.

“It's okay,” he answered, gripping the detachable shower head to rinse her hair clean. He repeated the process to re-shampoo, condition, and cleanse her body, his actions thorough but surprisingly chaste. “We'll have to do this again when you're feeling better,” he quipped, grasping her carefully by her waist and turning her around to rinse the suds away. She nodded slowly, content to simply stand in the moist heat and feel his hands on her. Delilah was visibly disappointed when he finally turned the water off. “We can't stand in here forever, sweetheart. Your hot water is already running low,” he noted, and she nodded but spoke no words. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes watering as he began to towel her off, and Cooper felt her arms wrap around his waist when he worked his way back up to towel at her hair. Despite the seriousness of their predicament, his cock began to twitch to life at the press of her nude body against his, and he let out a sigh.

“I must not look that bad,” she mumbled, lying her temple against his chest, his strong arms wrapping about her and holding her even closer.

“Of course not,” he whispered as he rested his chin lightly against her crown. “But you sound miserable, baby.”

“I feel miserable,” she confirmed, closing her eyes, the fatigue of her body and mind making her even more compliant to his wishes than usual. A knock at the door, however, drew them both out of their moment of peace. “What's that?” she mumbled softly, before a cough took hold of her once more.

“Medicine,” Cooper stated, and her eyes were even more bleary as she looked up at him. “You can't expect to get better on nothing but soup and expired cough syrup.” She could do little but nod in defeat.

“Sorry,” she whispered, and he shook his head slightly, lifting the towel back up to place it over her damp hair, massaging gently.

“Don't be sorry, baby,” Cooper uttered as he tended to her. “Just...let me know, next time. There's no point in you suffering alone when I'm a text away,” he continued.

“I'm just-” another cough cut her off, and Cooper placed a palm against the middle of her shoulder blades, feeling her rattle against him. “I'm just not used to asking for help.”

“I'm aware,” he murmured, and she glanced back up at him, a weak smile on her lips. “But you've gotten used to a lot of things, lately, right?” She nodded, and he continued. “And this is no different. I want you to come to me when you need me...not hide away because...why were you hiding this from me, anyway?” Cooper asked suddenly. “I know it's not just you thinking you don't need help.”

Before she could answer, Delilah let out a noisy sneeze, closing her eyes tight, covering her face with her hands as Cooper ripped off some toilet paper and pressed it into her palm. “This,” she mumbled before blowing her nose into the paper, hearing the sound of her congestion in her chest and behind her ears. “I didn't want you to see me, you know...gross,” she admitted. Cooper stepped back as Delilah padded around to drop the used paper into the wastebasket, and she was surprised to see a serene smile on Cooper's lips when she glanced back at him. “What?”

“Baby, you're not gross. You're adorable-”

“No, I'm not-”

“Yes, you are...even when you're a mucus-y mess,” his smile broadened when her face flushed more, shaking her head and turning away from him to grab another towel, hanging from the curtain rod.

* * *

The sun had begun to set by the time the couple reemerged from the bathroom, and Cooper collected the delivered bag of medicines from outside, as Delilah dressed herself in the set of pajamas her Butcher boyfriend had laid out for her. Re-heated chicken noodle soup followed, along with a cap of revolting cough syrup, and promises that the flavor was worth the results. By the time the sky had darkened into inky black, the couple found themselves cuddled up on Delilah's bed, oversized soup bowl in hand, watched a short-lived television series she'd seen a dozen times over, neither occupant invested much in what played on the laptop screen.

Tissues were massacred unendingly by Delilah's nose, but the congested coughs became less frequent to her relief from the hideous cap of medicated liquid. Her throat scratchy, and made worse from talking, Delilah became mostly silent as she lay against the heat of Cooper's chest, his large hands grazing over her thighs and arms for comfort. Despite Delilah's concern over passing her sickness on to him, he had budged not an inch in his resolve, content to simply hold her.

“Are you staying the night?” she murmured against his cotton shirt, her breath coming out in warm puffs against the fabric.

“Of course...are you going to take care of me when I get sick with whatever you have?” Cooper whispered as his hands continued to stroke her limbs, Delilah tilting her head to gaze up at him, and the calm comfort of his features.

“Of course.”

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[justinspoliticalcorner]

Jill Filipovic at Slate:

Should the very state of being pregnant place women in a subclass of citizen, vulnerable to criminal prosecution or civil penalties for behavior that would be perfectly legal from a nonpregnant person? Judging by their proposed legislation and various legal antics, the anti-abortion movement says: Yes. Pregnant women simply should not have the same rights as any other U.S. citizen. Take, for example, efforts to criminalize the crossing of state lines for abortion. There is a very, very long tradition in the U.S. of allowing people to travel out of state to access medical care, and it’s so deeply ingrained we barely think about it. Consider, for example, the businesswoman who lives in New Jersey but works in New York City and so goes to the dentist in midtown Manhattan, or the dad who lives on the Kansas side of Kansas City but takes his sick kid to a specialist at a hospital on the Missouri side. A great many Americans don’t think twice about crossing state lines for health care. Abortion opponents are trying to change that for one group of people: pregnant women.

Conservative legal groups are already drafting model legislation to prevent pregnant women from traveling for abortions by legally penalizing anyone who helps them, a strategy used by the state of Texas in one of its abortion bans, which allows anyone in the U.S. to sue those who assist women with abortions—and be rewarded with a bounty paid by the state. The architect of that Texas abortion bounty law was Jonathan Mitchell, an anti-abortion activist (and Donald Trump lawyer) who is currently representing a Texas man in his quest to probe into his ex-girlfriend’s abortion, which she allegedly sought outside of their home state. Mitchell filed a petition to learn the details of this woman’s abortion for, he says, a potential future lawsuit. But to be clear, the woman in question did absolutely nothing illegal: Traveling out of state for health care, including abortion, is not against the law in Texas or anywhere else. It’s just that Mitchell and other abortion opponents would like to change that—and are apparently happy to represent controlling (and, in another case Mitchell took on, allegedly abusive) men to do it.

They’re also happy to reclassify pregnant women as a kind of sub-citizen who, by simple virtue of their pregnancy status, are not entitled to the same legal freedoms and protections as anyone else. A Texas woman who goes to a Colorado abortion clinic is being treated differently from any nonpregnant person who travels for a medical procedure—and you can bet that this categorization of pregnant people as suspect, should they travel out of state, will lead to all sorts of investigations and abuses.

Take this hypothetical: Say the anti-abortion movement succeeds and makes it a crime to travel out of state for an abortion. Say a woman in Idaho (where abortion laws are so extreme, they have no exceptions for saving a woman’s health) travels to Washington state, where abortion is legal, and gets her hands on abortion-inducing drugs. Say she’s not pregnant. Say she takes the drugs anyway. Has she committed a crime? Or, to use a more likely legal model, say Texas makes it a crime to help a woman travel for an abortion, and a Texas woman goes to Colorado, gets abortion-inducing drugs, and takes them, despite not being pregnant. Is the friend who helped buy her plane ticket still liable? Presumably not: No pregnancy means no abortion, which means no violation of an abortion ban. But if the two women in these scenarios had been pregnant, the legal calculus would be entirely different.

Or to use a perhaps more realistic scenario: Mifepristone, an abortion-inducing drug, is also commonly used to treat Cushing’s syndrome, and researchers say it has tremendous potential to treat other illnesses, too, from various cancers to PTSD. Under an anti-abortion legal scheme, if a Texas woman with Cushing’s syndrome travels out of state, gets mifepristone, and takes it, she (or those who help her) would face potential legal consequences only if she’s pregnant. It’s her status as a pregnant woman—not the act of traveling or even taking an abortion-inducing drug—that is the problem. And generally, the law frowns on making a person’s status—rather than their actions—the basis of a crime or a lawsuit. That’s part of treating all people equally under the law, and offering all people the equal protection of it.

Preventing pregnant women from crossing into a state for a legal medical procedure isn’t the only way in which the anti-abortion movement is attempting to curtail basic rights and protections for anyone carrying a pregnancy. Earlier this year, abortion opponents argued before the Supreme Court that pregnant patients should be treated differently than nonpregnant ones in cases of serious medical emergencies—that doctors and other health workers should be permitted to give pregnant women a substandard level of care, and to essentially refuse to appropriately stabilize them. If a woman comes in and is very ill, she’s entitled to one standard of care; if she comes in and is very ill and pregnant, that standard of care is lower in states that criminalize abortion.

At issue in the Supreme Court case, a ruling in which is expected early this summer, is the Emergency Medical Treatment and Labor Act (EMTALA), a law initially written to prevent hospitals from dumping seriously ill patients who couldn’t pay. Pregnant women in particular were often coming into hospitals in labor, only to be refused care; there were stories of women birthing in hallways and cars. EMTALA says that any hospital receiving federal Medicaid dollars (which is most hospitals, both public and private) must provide lifesaving care to anyone who walks through their doors, regardless of their ability to pay. That means that hospitals have an obligation to stabilize ill patients. (If they don’t have the ability to appropriately stabilize a patient, they must move the patient to a facility that does.)

Jill Filipovic wrote in Slate the insidious trend of anti-abortion hardliners making pregnant people 2nd class citizens by enacting laws criminalizing access to out-of-state abortion services (this is also applicable to gender-affirming care).

[kittyflufi123]

🇧🇷Oie pessoal!! Faz mais de 1 ano que eu estou no tumblr e tive muitas aventuras aqui, conheci 2 pessoas muito especial.. que infelizmente hoje ja não são pessoas que conheco ou que queiram minha presença.. passei por problemas esses messes mas sempre me reergui para estar aqui com vc!! Agora tenho varios incriveis amigos e eles são todos grandes pessoas aqui, artistas, escritores, todos maravilhosos e que deixam minha vida aqui no tumblr a mais maravilhosa!! Tenho carinho por todos vcs.. TODOS MESMO!! Vcs fizeram e fazem parte do meu blog e da minha vida, e me fizeram muito feliz todos esses anos.. espero não ter causado magoas, tristeza e raiva na vida de menhum de vcs.. e espero que possamos sempre ser amigos mais um ano!!! Sei que não vim com uma art natalina.. mas espero que esta carta alegre cada um de vocês e mostre o quão importantes vcs são pra mim!! Eu amo todos vcs meus amigos!!! E obrigado por estarem aqui comigo e com minhas artes!!.

🇺🇸Hi guys!! I've been on Tumblr for over a year and I've had many adventures here, I met 2 very special people... who unfortunately are no longer people I know or want my presence... I've been through problems these months but I've always risen to be here with you!! Now I have several incredible friends and they are all great people here, artists, writers, all wonderful and they make my life here on Tumblr the most wonderful!! I have affection for all of you... ALL OF YOU!! You were and are part of my blog and my life, and you made me very happy all these years.. I hope I didn't cause hurt, sadness and anger in any of your lives.. and I hope we can always be friends for another year !!! I know I didn't come with Christmas art... but I hope this letter cheers each one of you and shows how important you are to me!! I love you all my friends!!! And thank you for being here with me and my arts!!

Feliz natal e feliz ano novo a todos vcs!!!

Happy christmas and new year for all of you!!!

@di-devil @justvoidsdumbstuff1 @giamy-takai @askbananapie @arcane-nari @generalallxsanjishipper @theonepiecelazyartist @eveningpigeon @fenrirwolfofwar @miinxxo @matrixthemantis ( (these are the closest friends I have.. but know that everyone who has visited this blog.. are very special people to me! and I wish you all the best!! and even if some here are not very present. ... know that I love you!!)

[noticiasarquelogicasjaponesas]

Sean bienvenidos japonistasarqueológicos a una nueva noticia de arqueológica del archipiélago nipón, en esta ocasión hablaremos de el ADN, japonés pero antes de publicar esta noticia, ya hay una previa que sirve como introducción ya hablaremos de esto en un directo de instagram dicho esto comencemos. - Se han descubierto 12 genomas en el ADN, nipón ¿De donde vienen estos genomas?¿Los Ainu tienen algo que ver? Recordemos que japón fue habitada hace 30.000 años, aunque hemos visto que los Ainu llegaron antes, los pueblos que vinieron a japón eran cazadores recolectores(Periodos Jomon, Yayoi, Kofun), seguramente cuando llegaron, se encontraron, a diversidad de pueblos, con los que se fueron mezclando, durante el periodo Yayoi llegaron inmigrantes de china y corea que influenciaran este periodo y kofun(III y VII /300 y el 700 d.C.) - Durante el periodo Jomon la población fue de 1.000 personas durante varios milenios, alrededor del año 15.000 empezó a subir el nivel del mar. Los humanos pasaron por el estrecho de Corea, los restos arqueológicos más antiguos datan de 16.000 a 17.000 años de antigüedad. Hay que recordar, que los Ainu, fueron los primeros en llegar al continente.De todas formas de todo esto haremos un video en directo para aclarar las ideas. - Espero que os haya gustado y nos vemos en próximas publicaciones un cordial saludo. - 日本列島の新しい考古学ニュースへようこそ考古学ジャポニスタ、今回はDNA、日本人について話しますが、このニュースを公開する前に、紹介として役立つ以前のニュースがすでにあり、これについてインスタグラムライブで話します始めましょうと言った。 - 日本のDNAで12のゲノムが発見されましたが、これらのゲノムはどこから来たのですか？ アイヌはそれと関係がありますか？日本には3万年前に人が住んでいたことを思い出してください。アイヌが以前に到着したことはありますが、日本に来た人々は狩猟採集民（縄文、弥生、古墳時代）でした。弥生時代には、この時代と古墳時代に影響を与えた中国と韓国からの移民が到着しました（IIIとVII / 300と700AD） - 縄文時代の人口は数千年で1,000人で、15,000年頃から海面が上昇し始めました。人間は対馬海峡を通過しました。最も古い遺跡は16、000年から17、000年前のものです。アイヌが最初に大陸に到着したことを覚えておく必要があります。 いずれにせよ、アイデアを明確にするために、これらすべてのライブビデオを作成します。 - よろしくお願いします。今後の出版物でお会いしましょう。 - Welcome archeological japonistas to a new archeological news of the Japanese archipelago, this time we will talk about the DNA, Japanese but before publishing this news, there is already a previous one that serves as an introduction and we will talk about this in an instagram live said that let's start. - 12 genomes have been discovered in the DNA, Japan. Where do these genomes come from? Do the Ainu have something to do with it? Let us remember that Japan was inhabited 30,000 years ago, although we have seen that the Ainu arrived before, the peoples who came to Japan were hunter-gatherers (Jomon, Yayoi, Kofun periods), surely when they arrived, they found, a diversity of peoples, with the that were mixed, during the Yayoi period immigrants from China and Korea arrived who influenced this period and kofun (III and VII / 300 and 700 AD) - During the Jomon period the population was 1,000 people for several millennia, around the year 15,000 the sea level began to rise. Humans passed through the Korea Strait, the oldest archaeological remains date from 16,000 to 17,000 years old. It must be remembered that the Ainu were the first to arrive on the continent. In any case, we will make a live video of all this to clarify the ideas. - I hope you liked it and see you in future publications a cordial greeting.

[somewillwin]

Here comes the patreon!

Ok so it’s mostly a help for artists! with pose references!

There are 2 tiers for now!

Basic ($2)

Which are varios couple poses

Solo poses

Half body poses

Full body poses

Weapons poses

And then there is the spicy tier! ($5)

This has everything from the tier before

Plus nsfw poses, both solo or couple poses

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Im also thinking to add another tier with more personalized content, polls and process videos. But that will come later 🫡

Here are some samples of what the patreon has already up

THANKS YOU ALL

[quitealotofsodapop]

Estube pensando mucho que independiente de que Wukong hablemos aparentemente varios se averguenzen de sus cicatrices o no quieran hablar de sus problemas. Sabemos los problemas que tubieron o tendran, su pasado y como esto los afecta en sus presentes (Me acabo de dar cuenta de que new gods!Wukong vive alejado de su hogar y vive en un ¿basurero? y con monos que crea de su pelo... no se si esto implica que no hubo sobrevivientes en el incendio de la montaña... lo que lo haria muy triste...)

Y no se se almenos los mayores podrian comparar cicatrices y que aparente hay un patron...

metrogusta pensar que hay algun Wukong que no muestre verguenza de sus cicatrices por aparentear e interpretar al ''Hermoso rey mono''

No tengo ni la menor idea de que los mono en la vida real vean las cicatrices como algo positivo, como una muestra de que es un mono muy fuerte...

Y si esto es una escusa de mostrar un avance de un fanart que estoy dibujando por ahora es un diseño de bookAcuratt!Wukong en su forma humana en la era moderna, mostrando libremente toda sus cicatrices dhavsdbjasdk (?

translated via google;

"I've been thinking a lot that regardless of whether we talk about Wukong, apparently many are ashamed of their scars or don't want to talk about their problems. We know the problems they had or will have, their past and how this affects them in their present (I just realized that New Gods! Wukong lives far from his home and lives in a garbage dump? and with monkeys that he creates from his hair… I don't know if this implies that there were no survivors in the mountain fire… which would make it very sad…) And I don't know if at least the older ones could compare scars and that there seems to be a pattern… I like to think that there is some Wukong who doesn't show shame of his scars for pretending and playing the "Beautiful Monkey King" I don't have the slightest idea that the monkeys in real life see scars as something positive, as a sign that he is a very strong monkey… (*their WIP art of human-form BookAccurate!Sun Wukong*) And if this is an excuse to show a preview of a fanart I'm drawing for now it's a design of bookAcuratt! Wukong in his human form in the modern era, freely showing all his scars dhavsdbjasdk (?"

It is sad to see Sun Wukongs who've "fallen from grace" or have grown to dislike aspects of their bodies.

I do love the idea of a Sun Wukong who proudly displays their scars as if they were trophies.

And ofc I love your human design for BookAccurate!Sun Wukong. I love her hair, her glasses, and how you've designed her clothing <3

[sophmeeh]

Siento que este definitivamente fue un buen año para los dibujos :') y más tomando en cuenta que el año pasado no dibujé casi nada por estár bloqueada de ideas y ganas.

Y sip, losé, la mayoría de dibujos son de Turbo XD

1- él es mi favorito y mi comfort character xD

2- el grupo de Discord realmente me motivó bastante a dibujar y mostrar mi arte, y es algo que jamás dejaré de agradecerles a todos los fans, y sobretodo a @julius-456 quién fue el que me metió ahí 🫶🏼

Anyway, también quise agregar varios dibujos que jamás llegue a publicar por x o y razón, pero igual les tengo mucho aprecio x') talvez luego los enseñe de a poco.

Hagamos que el próximo año sea mucho mejor, y todos seamos mucho mejores que en el presente.

FELIZ AÑO NUEVO 🫶🏼

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I feel like this was definitely a good year for drawings :') and more so considering that last year I didn't draw almost anything because I was blocked from ideas and desire.

And yeup, I know, most of the drawings are from Turbo XD

1- he is my favorite and my comfort character xD

2- the Discord group really motivated me a lot to draw and show my art, and it is something that I will never stop thanking all the fans for, and especially @julius-456 who was the one who put me there 🫶

Anyway, I also wanted to add several drawings that I never got around to publishing for some reason, but I still have a lot of appreciation for them x') maybe I'll show them little by little later.

Let's make next year a lot better, and let's all be a lot better than we are this year.

HAPPY NEW YEAR 🫶🏼

Asies, doble traducción porque ando de buenas uvu nah no se crean xD

[lurkingteapot]

I've been going through my collection of old (pre-2016 for the most part) academic papers on BL and thought, hey, why not re-read some of them and sum them up so folks can see whether they want to check them out in full?

Today's offering:

Beautiful, Borrowed, and Bent: “Boys’ Love” as Girls’ Love in Shōjo Manga by James Welker, originally presented at the Third International Convention of Asia Scholars, August 19–22, 2003, Singapore, and published in Signs, Vol. 31, No. 3, New Feminist Theories of Visual Culture (Spring 2006), pp. 841-870, UChicago Press. [Jstor]

Welker starts off with a brief explanation of what the BL genre is, what terminology he uses ("BL" as an umbrella term that includes the earlier names of tanbi, shōnen ai, yaoi, and the long-form 'boys' love'):

“Boys’ love” manga emerged as a subgenre of shōjo manga (girls’ comics) around 1970 just as women artists were taking over the shōjo market.(*) It quickly became among the most popular shōjo manga genres, and its creators became some of the best-loved artists in the industry. (* First published in the monthly Bessatsu shōjo komikku in December 1970, Keiko Takemiya’s “In the Sunroom” (Sanrūmu nite [1970] 1976) was probably the first boys’ love narrative. See Aoyama 1988, 188.) - Welker 2006:841

He goes on to challenge the common perception of BL as a genre "by straight women for straight women":

[T]he genre is widely considered to offer a liberatory sphere within which presumably heteronormative readers can experiment with romance and sexuality through identification with the beautiful boy characters. […] Members of the Japanese lesbian community have, however, pointed to boys’ love and other gender-bending manga as strong influences on them in their formative years […] Clearly boys’ love manga can be viewed through a different lens from that which most critics and scholars have been using, and hence the full potential of boys’ love is largely overlooked: that of liberating readers not just from patriarchy but from gender dualism and heteronormativity. - Welker 2006:842-843

He introduces the texts he will analyse (Takemiya Keiko's Song of Wind and Trees 風と木の詩 kaze to ki no uta, 1976-1984 and Hagio Motō's Heart of Thomas トーマの心臓 tōma no shinzō, 1974), and concludes the essay's intro section as follows:

This reading will employ lesbian critical theory, visual theory, and reader responses to these and similar texts to show how 1970s boys’ love manga is not merely queer on its surface but how it opened up space for some readers to experiment with marginalized gender and sexual practices and played a role in identity formation. - Welker 2006:843

Welker goes into the questions of applicability of theories that weren't originally developed for this specific context – visual theories were largely developed through film analysis; European and North American models of gender and feminist theory, while also having informed academic discourse in Japan, in their origin operate on culturally specific assumptions and need to be applied with care.

He talks about the tradition of androgynous and cross-dressing heroines of early shōjo manga and their connection to the earliest BL manga, the dilemma of the "beautiful boy" characters' gender and sex and how to read these – are they boys? idealised self-images of girls drawn onto boys' bodies? neither male nor female? sexless altogether?, and the way Japanese readers in the 1970s, already culturally familiar with gender performance through kabuki or the all-female Takarazuka Revue and similar troupes, received the gender-bending nature of BL stories. He also comments on the role fan interaction via magazines, and the way readers were learning about queer life in Japan:

By the early to mid-1980s, the magazines’ readers were learning in real terms about the world of Shinjuku ni-chōme, Tokyo’s well-known gay district, described as a world full of “beautiful boys like those in the world of shōjo manga” (Aran 1983, 15), as well as various aspects of lesbian life in Japan (Gekkō 1985). In spite of the connections drawn on the pages of these magazines, the possibility that these narratives might be seen to actually depict homosexuality remains broadly denied. To allow that the narratives might truly be about homosexuality—between these girls-cum-beautiful boys—would be an apparently unthinkable invitation to read the narratives as lesbian. - Welker 2006:857

Welker briefly explores how the example texts of Song of Wind and Trees and Heart of Thomas "serve many of the functions lesbian critics and theorists have outlined as roles of lesbian texts" (Welker 2006:858), then goes on to analyse the flower imagery of roses and lilies that is very prevalent in both titles, the intertextuality of these stories with European and French literature (and how the readers were expected to catch on to this intertextuality). On the transgressive and queering nature of writing and reading BL, he says:

[T]hrough acculturation to gender performance in Takarazuka and kabuki and by such cross-dressing manga icons as Sapphire and Oscar, as well as the deliberate ambiguity of the beautiful boy, the reader is encouraged to see not just a girl but herself within the world of boys’ love and, ultimately, is encouraged to explore homoerotic desire, either as a beautiful boy or as herself, either alone or with others, either as her fantasy or as her reality. […] Regardless of whether boys’ love manga were created merely to offer heterosexual readers a temporary respite from patriarchal restrictions on their desire, some readers found in identifying with the beautiful boy a way through the looking glass to a world outside the patriarchy. And regardless of whether he is read as a boy or a girl, the beautiful boy can be read as a lesbian. […] For readers whose experience of sexuality and gender contravenes heteronormativity, works like Song and Thomas offer narrative safe havens where they can experiment with identity, find affirmation, and develop the strength necessary to find others like themselves and a sense of belonging. - Welker 2006:865-866

I've been out of academia so long that I've lost any sense of what a good proportion of direct quotes to original text is, or whether it's even appropriate to quote as much as I did here. This is emphatically NOT an academic article in and of itself -- I'm posting on bloody tumblr. If anyone wants to add to this, I'll be thrilled.

One of the most commonly voiced criticisms of BL is that it's about, but not (or did not in significant part used to be) by or for gay men. This article does not address this point further—Welker does go into this in his more recent articles, iirc; if you've got beef with this aspect, @ him not me. I do however think it's worth noting that this 17-year-old article already recognises that the genre is queer, and has been since its inception.

[medys-space]

I started to play children of the light because i finally learn how to get the fashion fjdjdjjxjc

Aah the joy of the first trip to Eden (:

[iwan-fadila]

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[astralisbelle]

The Heart of Snow White - PART 1

tags: snow white!Reader, huntsman!prince!Din, medieval fantasy setting with star wars elements, fairy tale

summary: The queen's instructions for the Mandalorian were clear: take the princess to the edge of the forest, carve out her heart, and bring it to her.

PART 1 - MASTERLIST

It is customary that those from the kingdom of Mandalore whom have come of age to depart from their homes and brave the outside world, for experience is the best teacher.

Often, they serve as mercenaries or guards; a good kingdom will attract the fearsome warriors to their borders. All Mandalorians must do this, including their own royalty.

When Din Djarin set out on his own journey, he stopped in a beautiful kingdom called Crir for lodgings, expecting to depart in the morning. The then King Rarga was told of a traveler wearing beskar, precious metal found only in Mandalore, and he summoned him immediately.

“Crir is a peaceful kingdom,” said Rarga from atop his throne. Din noticed that the throne to the king’s right was empty. “And we do not have any Mandalorians within our walls. You would do us a great honor if you stayed.”

Din chose his words carefully. “I apologize, Your Majesty, but it is as you said: you rule a peaceful kingdom. I do not seek peace.”

“And why is that?”

“I am a Mandalorian. If I am ever to return home, it must be with new skills and experience. I’m afraid a peaceful kingdom will teach me nothing.” He turned on his heel, prepared to leave after making his point.

“Wait.” The king stood. “What if I can promise the knowledge you seek?”

Din did an about-face. “How so?”

“Duel me,” said Rarga. “If you win, then indeed, I have nothing more to teach you and are free to travel. Should I win, however…” He smiled. “I would like you to stay.”

Din thought about this wager, letting silence permeate throughout the throne room. No one was quite sure what the Mandalorian would choose. “Fine.” He rolled his shoulders back. “I accept.”

To the training grounds they went, the king’s court huddling together and forming a circle around the dirt arena. Din drew his sword, a beautiful black blade that gleamed in the sun. Rarga took note of the sword as he entered the ring with armor and a sword of his own. “I know that blade. It belongs to the royal family of Mandalore.” He grinned. “Apologies for not addressing you properly, Your Royal Highness.”

Din flinched. “We do not use titles when on pilgrimage,” he said, lifting his blade.

“Then what would you prefer I call you?”

“...Din Djarin.”

“Very well.” Rarga readied his sword. “Have at you, Din Djarin!”

To the Mandalorian’s surprise, the king had a stronger arm than he expected. Though it was easy to catch his sword, Din’s eyes widened at how much strength he had to use to fend him off. He parried the next attack and exchanged blows with Rarga a few times before they began circling around each other. The king was swift, nearly tripping him. Din summoned all of his focus, using techniques and stances that he reserved for stronger enemies, but Rarga matched him each time.

It all happened so fast. Din’s wrist flinched as Rarga knocked the blade out of his hand, earning a grunt of pain. He kicked him square in his beskar chest-plate, forcing him to the ground, then he pointed the tip of his sword under his neck. As Din fought to catch his breath, the crowd burst into cheers, praising Rarga’s skill. With a smile, the king stashed his weapon and offered his hand to the Mandalorian. He took it and stood, giving him a nod. “You fight well.”

“As do you.”

Din put away his sword. “It seems you have much to teach me.”

“Seems so. Come.” He extended his hand. “Now that you will be staying with us, I would like to introduce you to someone.” The king pressed his hand against Din’s back and lead him towards the crowd, seeking out someone in particular.

Din could tell who it was as soon as he set eyes on her. She had to be almost a decade years younger than him, he thought, and she had various traits of her father. When they approached, she smiled and gave a small bow. “This is my daughter,” said Rarga. “The Princess.” She gave Din her name, but said it with such humility that it caught him off guard. This was not a stuck-up noblewoman, he could tell.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” she said. “I’ve heard of Mandalore — it sounds like the most fascinating place. Would you mind telling me about it sometime?”

Din shook his head. “Not at all, Your Highness.”

---

Thus, the Mandalorian became a huntsman for the royal family of Crir. The king gave him plenty to do, from joining him on his weekly hunts, to chaperoning the princess to various outings, and serving as a sparring partner. Din hated to say it, but he did learn a great deal more than he expected from a prospering kingdom. Rarga taught him arts beyond the martial, giving the prince advice for his own eventual rule when he returned to Mandalore. It was easy to see just how loved the king was.

The princess grew attached to him too, asking him to regale her with stories of Mandalore. Stories and tradition were important, so he was pleased to indulge her. He told her about the Way of the Mandalore and chuckled when she asked if he was ever allowed to take off his helmet in front of anyone. When he took her out to the city, he watched her like a hawk — none would harm her if he was close.

Din was there when the king courted a beautiful duchess from another kingdom over. She was sweet and caring, so much so that when they did eventually marry, the entire kingdom celebrated. Even the princess was happy for her father, welcoming her new step-mother to the family with open arms.

Then, it all ended one day.

The Mandalorian still isn’t sure exactly what happened. He was out hunting with Rarga as they usually did, and while they were giving chase to a fox, a boar charged from their blind side and gored the king. Din retaliated and quickly downed the boar, but the damage was done. He carried the wincing, moaning king back to the castle. Rarga suffered well into the night before eternal sleep finally eased his pain, surrounded by a sea of mourners.

The queen held the princess against her black dress, letting her sob into her skirts as she dabbed her under-eyes with a handkerchief. She had to be the only one not openly weeping.

He never did get to defeat him.

---

The months passed and Din threw himself into working for the queen, who tasked him to find those who would conspire against her new rule. Shedding blood was the best way to deal with his grief, he decided. Curiously, he noticed once when he returned that the princess had a simpler dress instead of her ornate one, and she carried rags in her arms. “My step-mother said that the best way to learn how to care for a castle was to work,” she explained with a chipper smile. “A fine idea, is it not?”

Din agreed, seeing as how it mirrored his own pilgrimage. But then a year passed and her humble uniforms deteriorated. Her skirts turned into rags and the soot clung to her face and arms. Her hair, once neatly swept into a formal updo and curls, now dropped and framed her face in dry, messy strings.

And yet she still smiled, even as the work grew, as her riches were taken one by one, as she scarcely was a princess in anything other than name anymore.

---

In the years after King Rarga’s passing, The Mandalorian of Crir made a name for himself as a fearsome hunter. The queen sent him on perilous missions that he always returned from, bringing her whom or whatever she desired.

On day, she summoned him to the throne room, which once was bright and full of people. Now, it was draped in dark colors and she was the only one, sitting on her throne with great pride and vanity. He bowed his head. “Your Majesty,” he greeted.

“Greetings, Mandalorian. I have a special task for you today.” She fanned together her fingers. “I would like you to take the princess to the edge of the forest and let her pick some flowers.” He nodded, as it was a reasonable request. “Then.” Her voice darkened. She stood up, her long, purple dress trailing behind her as she stepped down the stairs and drew closer to him with each menacing step. “I want you to carve out her heart and bring it to me… in this.” From behind her cape, she procured a small, red box. The latch was a sword driven through a heart.

Din’s eyes widened. “What? Why?”

She frowned. “You do not need to question me. You just need to do it.”

“She’s done nothing wrong,” he stated.

The queen glared. “Your queen gave you an order.” She shoved the box into his hands. “Bring me her heart or I will have yours instead.”

Din was too stunned to speak. He gripped the box as she turned on her heel to return to her throne. With a heaviness in his chest, he bowed his head towards her. “Of course, Your Majesty.”

[liv0820]

¿Por qué me encanta Corazón de Melón New Gen?

Why do I love My Candy Love New Gen?

Native language: Spanish

English Translation by: Google Translate (I'm sorry QwQ)

Corazón de Melón ha estado siempre conmigo desde el 2013 a mis 13 años de edad.

EN: My Candy Love has always been with me since 2013 when I was 13 years old.

Al anunciar Corazón de Melón New Gen me sentí emocionada por esta nueva entrega y asustada por lo que podría venir. Sin embargo, la entrega me fascinó por muchos motivos.

EN: When announcing My Candy Love New Gen, I felt excited for this new installment and scared for what could come. However, the delivery fascinated me for many reasons.

La interfaz o página - Interface or page

El diseño de la página es moderno y en vertical, dependiendo de tu personalidad el color de la interfaz puede ser rosada, amarilla o verde. ¡Amo mi interfaz rosada!

EN: The design of the page is modern and vertical, depending on your personality the color of the interface can be pink, yellow or green. I love my pink interface!

Minijuegos - Minigames

¡Los minijuegos de la página son muy adictivos! Las prendas que obtienes del minijuego de las tareas y la constante lucha para llegar al podio en el concurso de estilos, es algo que te engancha.

EN: The minigames on the page are very addictive! The clothes you get from the tasks minigame and the constant fight to reach the podium in the style contest is something that gets you hooked.

Amo el concurso de estilos, no puedo ahorrar PA's de lo adictivo que es. Esta es mi última vez en el podio.

EN: I love the style contest, I can't save PA's because it is so addictive. This is my last time on the podium.

Interacción con tus amigos - Interaction with your friends

¡Ahora hay motivos para agregar a varios amigos! Te pueden regalar corazones diarios y te pueden prestar prendas para el concurso de estilos. Incluso el diseño de la interfaz te motiva a conversar con ellos.

EN: Now there are reasons to add multiple friends! They can give you daily hearts and they can lend you clothes for the style contest. Even the interface design motivates you to chat with them.

Perfil y el BBcode - Profile and BBcode

Desde que se lanzó New Gen, la interfaz del perfil te motiva a diseñar un perfil personalizado. Gracias a este juego aprendí acerca del BBcode y la infinidad de cosas que puedes hacer con él. Mi perfil es: Liveon#214 para que vean mi perfil personalizado.

EN: Since New Gen was released, the profile interface motivates you to design a personalized profile. Thanks to this game I learned about BBcode and the countless things you can do with it. My profile is: Liveon#214 so you can see my personalized profile.

Thomas ♡ྀི

Los chicos son entrañables, puedes amarlos a todos. Mis favoritos son Thomas, Devon y Amanda… Pero quién me enamoró por completo fue Thomas. Su personalidad es muy atractiva para mí y su diseño es muy tierno, me recuerda mucho a mi pareja en la vida real.

EN: The boys are endearing, you can love them all. My favorites are Thomas, Devon and Amanda… But the one who completely made me fall in love was Thomas. His personality is very attractive to me and his design is very cute, it reminds me a lot of my partner in real life.

Interacción con los personajes - Interaction with characters

Algo que da muchos puntos al juego es la interacción extra que tenemos con los chicos, no sólo puedes interactuar con ellos en los episodios sino también ellos te envían mensajes y comentan nuestras fotos. Es un detalle muy bonito.

EN: Something that gives the game many points is the extra interaction we have with the boys, not only can you interact with them in the episodes but they also send you messages and comment on our photos. It is a beautiful detail.

Ysaline y la ropa - Ysaline and clothes

El vestidor de este juego revolucionó el armario de nuestra protagonista. Incluso algunas prendas tienen varias capas que puedes ubicar en tu conjunto para que quede lo más hermoso posible. Sin olvidar que la pose de Ysaline ha sido la más acertada para apreciar mejor los conjuntos.

EN: The dressing room in this game revolutionized our protagonist's wardrobe. Some clothes even have several layers that you can place in your outfit to make it as beautiful as possible. Without forgetting that Ysaline's pose has been the most successful to better appreciate the outfits.

¡Muchas gracias por leerme y llegar hasta aquí! Manifiesto ganar el código pack E-Girl.

EN: Thank you very much for reading me and getting here! I hope I can win the E-Girl pack code.

@tetrakys thank you so much!

[cozysip]

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