#all that i am. / characteristics‚ jami.

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you hear this playing from jami's room / catch her vibing to this wyd

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jami core pt. 534756

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@dereiserne @tobeblamed @schildheld

(he did...)

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||COUNTDOWN ||SEASON 3 EPISODE 04 || OF LOST THINGS ||

#83daysofoutlander☆

She bent her head and shuffled through the papers before her, turning the pages over slowly, one by one. They were lists of names, these sheets, lists of prisoners, copied from the ledger books of British prisons. The task was complicated by the fact that not all prisons had been well-run. Some governors kept no official lists of their inmates, or listed them haphazardly in their journals, in among the notations of daily expenditure and maintenance, making no great distinction between the death of a prisoner and the slaughter of two bullocks, salted for meat. Roger thought Claire had abandoned the conversation, but a moment later she looked up again. “You’re quite right, though,” she said. “I’m honest—from default, more than anything. It isn’t easy for me not to say what I’m thinking. I imagine you see it because you’re the same way.” “Am I?” Roger felt absurdly pleased, as though someone had given him an unexpected present. Claire nodded, a small smile on her lips as she watched him. “Oh, yes. It’s unmistakable, you know. There aren’t many people like that—who will tell you the truth about themselves and anything else right out. I’ve only met three people like that, I think—four now,” she said, her smile widening to warm him. “There was Jamie, of course.” Her long fingers rested lightly on the stack of papers, almost caressing in their touch. “Master Raymond, the apothecary I knew in Paris. And a friend I met in medical school—Joe Abernathy. Now you. I think.”

She tilted her cup and swallowed the last of the rich brown liquid. She set it down and looked directly at Roger. “Frank was right, in a way, though. It isn’t necessarily easier if you know what it is you’re meant to do—but at least you don’t waste time in questioning or doubting. If you’re honest—well, that isn’t necessarily easier, either. Though I suppose if you’re honest with yourself and know what you are, at least you’re less likely to feel that you’ve wasted your life, doing the wrong thing.” She set aside the stack of papers and drew up another—a set of folders with the characteristic logo of the British Museum on the covers. “Jamie had that,” she said softly, as though to herself. “He wasn’t a man to turn away from anything he thought his job. Dangerous or not. And I think he won’t have felt himself wasted—no matter what happened to him.” She lapsed into silence, then, absorbed in the spidery tracings of some long-dead writer, looking for the entry that might tell her what Jamie Fraser had done and been, and whether his life had been wasted in a prison cell, or ended in a lonely dungeon. The clock on the desk struck midnight, its chimes surprisingly deep and melodious for such a small instrument. The quarter-hour struck, and then the half, punctuating the monotonous rustle of pages. Roger put down the sheaf of flimsy papers he had been thumbing through, and yawned deeply, not troubling to cover his mouth. “I’m so tired I’m seeing double,” he said. “Shall we go on with it in the morning?” Claire didn’t answer for a moment; she was looking into the glowing bars of the electric fire, a look of unutterable distance on her face. Roger repeated his question, and slowly she came back from wherever she was. “No,” she said. She reached for another folder, and smiled at Roger, the look of distance lingering in her eyes. “You go on, Roger,” she said. “I’ll—just look a little longer.”

When I finally found it, I nearly flipped right past it. I had not been reading the names carefully, but only skimming the pages for the letter “J.” “John, Joseph, Jacques, James.” There were James Edward, James Alan, James Walter, ad infinitum. Then it was there, the writing small and precise across the page:

“Jms. MacKenzie Fraser, of Brock Turac.”

I put the page down carefully on the table, shut my eyes for a moment to clear them, then looked again. It was still there.

“Jamie,” I said aloud. My heart was beating heavily in my chest. “Jamie,” I said again, more quietly.

It was nearly three o’clock in the morning. Everyone was asleep, but the house, in the manner of old houses, was still awake around me,creaking and sighing, keeping me company. Strangely enough, I had no desire to leap up and wake Brianna or Roger, to tell them the news.

I wanted to keep it to myself for a bit, as though I were alone here in the lamp-lit room with Jamie himself.

My finger traced the line of ink.

The person who had written that line had seen Jamie—perhaps had written this with Jamie standing in front of him. The date at the top of the page was May 16, 1753. It had been close to this time of year, then. I could imagine how the air had been, chilly and fresh, with the rare spring sun across his shoulders, lighting sparks in his hair. How had he worn his hair then���short, or long? He had preferred to wear it long, plaited or tailed behind. I remembered the casual gesture with which he would lift the weight of it off his neck to cool himself in the heat of exercise. He would not have worn his kilt—the wearing of all tartans had been outlawed after Culloden. Breeks, then, likely, and a linen shirt. I had made such sarks for him; I could feel the softness of the fabric in memory, the billowing length of the three full yards it took to make one, the long tails and full sleeves that let the Highland men drop their plaids and sleep or fight with a sark their only garment. I could imagine his shoulders broad beneath the rough-woven cloth, his skin warm through it, hands touched with the chill of the Scottish spring. He had been imprisoned before. How would he have looked, facing an English prison clerk, knowing all too well what waited for him? Grim as hell, I thought, staring down that long, straight nose with his eyes a cold, dark blue—dark and forbidding as the waters of Loch Ness. I opened my own eyes, realizing only then that I was sitting on the edge of my chair, the folder of photocopied pages clasped tight to my chest, so caught up in my conjuration that I had not even paid attention to which prison these registers had come from. There were several large prisons that the English had used regularly in the eighteenth century, and a number of minor ones. I turned the folder over, slowly. Would it be Berwick, near the border? The notorious Tolbooth of Edinburgh? Or one of the southern prisons, Leeds Castle or even the Tower of London?

“Ardsmuir,” said the notecard neatly stapled to the front of the folder. “Ardsmuir?” I said blankly. “Where the hell is that?”

7 A FAITH IN DOCUMENTS ~voyager

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For those of you with a keen memory, you may recall that this year, my New Year's resolution was "make a brand new type of soup every month". Two months in, two soups down! This time around, we're making another Eastern European classic (though I think also lumping in France and Austria with "Eastern Europe" might be a stretch), liver dumpling soup!

There's this tendency in the Anglosphere, I think, to really turn your nose up at liver, but it's not bad. Like, for a food where saying "what am I, a version of this food?" is supposed to mean "do you think I'm the most detestable and least important thing you can imagine?", it tastes fine. I'd even be bold enough to say that it's good! This one happens to be a chicken liver-based soup, for the record - I know people use calf liver or pork liver, but I wanted to put that out there before we continue.

For the recipe, click on the readmore below!

Now, loathe though I may be to be a recipe blogger who has a big preamble before the recipe: I do have a funny little story. And besides, you can just look downscreen for the recipe without waiting for fifty thousand ads to load.

My mom's friend Jim was (and, I suppose, still is) a Slovenian-American through and through, and he married someone just like him. They both take a lot of pride in their culinary heritage, even if it seemed unimpressive to the layman; to this day, for their anniversary every year, Jim makes his wife a tray of "roasted roots" (beets, parsnips, carrots, potatoes), and one of the happiest times I ever heard him was when he found a nine-pound cabbage for $1 at a farmer's market (for his wife's birthday, this time). So, naturally, at their wedding, they had a very traditional Balkan spread served for the dinner.

To the shock and horror of some (but not all), the starting course was a hearty bowl of liver dumpling soup. Jamie was one of those counted among the "not all". Jamie was every bit as eccentric as Jim was Slovenian, and by eccentric, I mean "he smoked a lot of weed". Characteristically, he showed up to Jim's wedding high as a kite. When he found out the starting course was liver dumpling soup, he was beyond ecstatic. It amused him to no end. As the seating began for the reception, Jamie started a chant: "Liver dumpling soup! Liver dumpling soup! I'm gonna get me some liver dumpling soup!". Being told to quiet down by my grandfather did little to dissuade him. In fact, it had quite the opposite effect - by the time the first bowls were being served, Jamie - a thirty-something man, mind you - was skipping up and down the aisles, clapping his hands and doing backflips, leading the venue in the chant, "LIVER DUMPLING SOUP! LIVER DUMPLING SOUP! WE'RE GONNA GET US SOME LIVER DUMPLING SOUP!"

This, sadly, is not the recipe from that infamous night at the Slovenian lodge; I am taken to understand that that soup had a flour-based dumpling with chunks of pre-cooked chicken liver. This, instead, is a bit of a looser dumpling with egg and breadcumbs, more akin to the meatballs in a wedding soup, but is certainly still worthwhile.

INGREDIENTS

Dumplings: - 7 ounces raw chicken livers - 1/2 teaspoon marjoram - 1 teaspoon minced garlic - 3/4 cup plain breadcrumbs - 1 egg - Salt and pepper to taste

Broth: - 3 cups of water (more or less, as desired) - 1 tbsp butter - 1/3 rib of celery - 1 medium carrot - 1/2 medium-large sweet onion - 2 cubes dried chicken stock - 1/2 teaspoon black pepper - 1/2 teaspoon marjoram - 1/4 teaspoon ground thyme - 1/4 teaspoon rubbed sage

DIRECTIONS

Clean your chicken livers. They should already be mostly fine by the time you purchase them, but you definitely want to take a knife and trim off the long, white strands of connective tissue that connect the lobes of the livers.

Pulverize the chicken livers in a food processor until you have achieved a fine slurry. Add in your spices and mix again.

Move the liver mixture to a bowl and add your egg and breadcrumbs before mixing once again. This will be runny - don't worry. You now are going to leave this to sit for 30 minutes or until firm. If it doesn't firm up, add more breadcrumbs.

Now with the dumpling mixture made and set aside, we can begin on the broth. This is my go-to broth for any chicken-based soup, and I hope you'll like it as much as I do. Start by putting a medium saucepan on high heat and melting your butter in it. Then, turn it down to medium-high heat, mince your onion finely, and add it in. Chop your celery and onions as desired (I always do it very finely to maximize the surface area of the vegetables and thus maximize the flavor they impart on the soup, but if the spirit moves you to leave them more chunky for a heartier soup, then go for it), and add them to the pot as well. Finally, add your spices and let cook until the pot is aromatic and the onions have begun to clear.

Add your water. I know in the ingredients I said 3 cups - I did not measure. I just made "half a pot", whatever that measurement may be. You can add more for a greater portion of thinner soup or less for a lesser portion of a more flavorful soup. Follow your heart! But whatever you do, add your chicken stock here and bring to a boil. Let cook for 8 minutes, or until the celery is very nearly fork-tender.

Now we return to the dumplings. Once the celery has mostly softened, reduce the heat from a boil to a simmer, such that the water is still steaming. Take two table spoons (they need not be literal tablespoons - just "the big spoons you use for dinner" as opposed to "the little spoons you use for dessert"). Take one spoon and scoop up half a spoonful of dumpling mixture. Submerge your spoon in the broth for five seconds, or until the dumpling has turned from pink and soft to brown and solid. With your other spoon, scoop the dumpling off and repeat the process. By the time the final dumplings are being poached in this fashion, the first ones should be beginning to float to the top.

To ensure that all dumplings are thoroughly cooked, turn the pot to high heat and bring back to a rolling boil, then decrease the heat to medium-high and cover the pot. Let cook for 5 minutes more. Pay attention to this final note, because it may be the most important part: to ensure that the dumplings have finished cooking, find the largest dumpling and remove it from the pot. Slice it in half. If there is any trace of pink, it is not done cooking; if the insides are the same shade of brown as the outside, the soup has finished cooking and is safe to eat.

I will leave you with this final note: I don't think this is a bad soup at all. I would give it a B+. However, it is a very rich soup, so this is something you may want to make for a group instead of for yourself. I thought the dumplings were delicious - they functionally taste the same as a pork meatball, but with a very distinct and very pleasant tang from the liver - but they are also very, very rich. I was so enthralled by the first bowl that I went and got a second, and by the end even I was like, "I swear to God, if I have to eat another of these stupid dumplings..."

Again, I promise you it's good, and I do sincerely hope you'll like it if you try it, but at the same time, it's best not to overexert your palate, lest you end up with a predicament as mentioned above.

[sotwk]

hey! i know you've probably answered some of this before, but which of your OCs is your favorite- whether your favorite to write, or to imagine headcanons for, or which has the character design/background you're most proud of or most looking forward to writing more of in the future?

Hello Anon! (Whether you're the same Anon who has asked me the other questions about my OCs or a new Anon altogether--I love you!)

I did answer a somewhat similar ask a while back where I babbled on about how I wish I had more courage to write and post stuff about Queen Maereth, my Elvenqueen, beloved Mother of the awesome Princes. She has a TON of history I meticulously interwove with Tolkien canon that I have written down only in notes. Alas, I am so terribly gun-shy about sharing them and I hope that, with a bit more encouragement from Readers (like you!), this will change soon.

But below the cut I will answer YOUR awesome question:

Favorite to write, or to imagine headcanons for: I genuinely cannot choose amongst the four OC princes which one I enjoy creating for because I can honestly say they inspire and excite me equally. What's so fun is that they're all different from each other, with their one common quality being they're all such GOOD GUYS. When I think of ideas for the 5 brothers (favorite food? hobbies? kissing style??), I go across the board, so they all have equal amounts of HC information in my notes.

Character design/background you're most proud of: Character design-wise, not necessarily most proud of, but I will admit Crown Prince Mirion is my favorite, purely as a matter of personal taste. I subconsciously based a lot of his characteristics on Hector of Troy, who is for me THE ultimate hero prince. Plus I gave him Henry Cavill (most beautiful man alive imho) for his face claim, so yeah--I kind of just created my ideal blorbo in this character.

Most looking forward to writing more of: AH! So the funny thing I was just telling my friend @achromaticerebus earlier is, some Readers have commented on which of the OC Thranduilions they like best, and no one has yet chosen Prince Turhir as their favorite. I am not at all offended by this (neither would Turhir really; he could care less about being popular), but I do find it amusing since Turhir is the most like Thranduil in both personality and interests. Everything I have written so far about Turhir shows him as a hardened warrior who's colder than his brothers, so I look forward to showing the softer (in)side that's actually pretty sexy. I think he's the type of person you just need to get to know before you fall head-over-heels for them. Did I mention his face claim is Sam Heughan, Jamie from Outlander?

Bonus writer secret!

I have been toying around with ideas for a possible (possible only, cannot stress that enough, I am afraid to promise anything, lol!) multi-chapter story that places a female OC or Reader in "Golden Age" Woodland Realm, where the lucky lady gets to hang out with the entire Royal Family and their household. Turhir is my top choice to be the leading prince in this story and the potential romantic interest.

Interested in SotWK content?

Introduction to SotWK

My Headcanon Masterlist 

My Fanfiction Masterlist

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jami's new friends Old Weeping Woman and Small Child with Large Hands!

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and if i said 'the warmth' is a jami song? like -

it's thawing and melting the ice white goats are grazing on the mountainside it's golden, blinded by the sight of the water moving in the last of the light i used to think that i was running from the night but I've been following behind the light, all this time moving slowly, tracking laughter through the trees the sound of the safety that's evaded me the calling of the birds, the warmth returns to my extremities, long dead from freezer burn moving softly on my feet i thought it ran from me but the beckoning sunbeams are nearly in reach in the clearing, i reached it with hands out like a child lifting up to eat it i ate up all the light and it shone through my teeth and i tasted sunbeams emanating from me it can't hurt me it's still there but it can't now the warmth's returning the warmth is coming back and now, no it can't hurt me it's still there but it can't now the warmth's returning

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Who should play Batman in the DCU?

This is a question that I think no one really wants to answer.

After the success of Matt Reeves The Batman, Michael Keatons return to the role, Kevin Conroy's Death, and Ben Affleck leaving it, I think it is safe to say people have had enough Batman, and enough good takes of the character.

Even so, Andy Muschetti is currently set to direct The DCU's Brave and the Bold, which will show a new Batman, now older and with his son, Damian Wayne.

Recently a popular fancast surfaced of John Krasinski for the role, to some fans love and some fans dismay.

Personally, I don't think he was suited for Reed or for Bruce. I can see him more as a Green Lantern. But this did get my wheels turning, hopefully to do better. And I got some picks. But first, we need to answer a few questions.

What live action versions are we pulling from?

We want to pull key elements from different versions, but there are so many iterations Jesus.

I am not going to go into all of them, I'll stick with 3. But know that I am a fan of most iterations of The Batman.

Ben Affleck

Love him or hate him, Ben Affleck's Batman was memorable. Personally he has a lot of things I want to incorporate into our DCU Batman. For one, he is our older Batman. Our actor should be similar aged to Ben.

He is also a complete unit. After being Batman for so long, he has had to make himself more of a unit in order to properly take out foes.

This is also the best voice, suit, and fighting style I've seen for a live action Batman. The voice modulator works wonders.

I think Ben had a presence that made it clear he was a leader of the team, if not Thee leader. I want our Bruce to feel the same.

Robert Pattinson

Robert Pattinson is a little weirdo. And I mean that in the best way.

This was the first time I think it was properly shown how uncomfortable it might be to be around such a presence as Batman. He is fear personified, and working with someone like that can and should be awkward.

Pattinson also took being Batman way too seriously, our Bruce should do the same. Batman's a religion to Bruce.

We need someone who can be a middle ground between these two as Batman.

Christian Bale

While those two perfected Batman, no one has done Bruce Wayne better than Bale.

Bale by far did the act of Bruce Wayne most convincingly. It is one of my favorite aspects of his films. We need someone who can pull off charming douchebag when needed, but slip back into dark loner.

Bale was also funny in a way Batman hasn't been in awhile. We need someone when comfortable be able to joke with Clark.

You can see why casting a Batman can be extremely difficult. Balancing all these characteristics are crucial to making it work.

What ethnicity is Bruce Wayne?

All iterations of Batman have been white.

Now, is there value in making him another ethnicity? Maybe. Making him a person of color could be part of why he doesn't trust the police and takes matters into his own hands. Perhaps maybe his parents being new money is why they are killed. Who is to say?

For now, I will say Batman can be any ethnicity.

Other Stipulations

The DCU Batman is confirmed to have a son, Damian Wayne. Assuming he has already raised Dick Grayson, Tim Drake and Jason Todd is already dead, this Batman has to be in their 50s. We're looking for an older actor.

George Clooney, Val Kilmer, Michael Keaton, Christian Bale, Robert Pattinson and Ben Affleck have all taken up the role, meaning we need a name. Someone who immediately you know, whether you like it or not. But we also need someone surprising.

We need someone who we can see doing this for awhile. At least 5-8 years. The DCU is just starting, so someone with longevity is a must.

He should probably be tall.

Finally, as always, someone not known for past superhero roles. Let's begin.

3. Jamie Dornan

Jamie Dornan may be the safest and most controversial choice for The Batman.

Like Pattinson before him, Dornan is known for playing the love interest in some pretty bad movies, but since has made a career for himself full of wins. Projects like Belfast, Barb and Star Go To Vista Del Mar and the Tourist proves Dornan has the acting chops for it.

He is a little younger than we would like, but he can play older, and looks a lot like a classic Bruce Wayne.

I have two main concerns for Dornan. One, would he be better off as a villain? In the DCU, he may make a fantastic Gotham City villain like Harvey Dent. But in the MCU, does he have the making of a fantastic Doctor Doom? I think so.

Finally, the character he plays in Fifty Shades of Grey is BASED on Edward Cullen, who was played by Robert Pattinson, our current Batman. The comparisons will be built in from the beginning, and we something fresh.

I think Dornan can kill it, but there's too much against him for him to be my main pick.

2. Bradley Cooper

Now I know what you're thinking, he's Rocket Raccoon!

Yes he is, but the Guardians movies are now finished. And unlike his teammates, Cooper doesn't really show his face when playing the character. In a way, he is oddly detached from Marvel.

He has also worked with James Gunn before, is currently producing Joker: Folie a Deux, and has an incredible career to back up him as a pick.

From American Sniper to Nightmare Alley to A Star is Born, Cooper consistently delivers. He can do suave, he can do loner, he can do troubled, and he can do comedy. I think he could be a spiritual successor to someone like Ben Affleck, and lead the Justice League in a way that feels natural.

He'd also be useful behind the camera, as he was the director of A Star is Born.

My biggest concern with Cooper is whether he would want to do it. One of the benefits of playing a raccoon is you get to work from a booth for maybe a few hours and you're done. This would be a commitment.

There also comes the question of whether Cooper is bigger than the role. We want people to be lost in the story, so finding an actor who convincingly be Batman is crucial. Cooper might be just a little too big for this.

Of my three, I think Cooper is the most likely to land the role, and that may be for the best.

1. Alexander Skarsgård

If we're looking for a surprising pick, with range, physicality, a name that is big but not bigger than the role, I give you: Alexander Skarsgård.

Known for roles in The Stand, Succession, The Northman and Infinity Pool, Skarsgård is one of those actors who is often forgotten but people are excited to see when he pops up.

He is a dramatic actor who can do funny, scary, and anything in between. He's played fantasy characters in The Stand, a billionaire asshole in Succession, and a warrior in The Northman, all praised. He has all the making of a great Batman.

He is classically handsome, and at 6'3, 46 years old, he is just in the age range we're looking for, and towers over most heroes.

He doesn't feel like any other Batman before him either, which will help us stay away from those comparison conversations.

I don't think there really is a perfect answer as to who should be the next Batman. But of all my options, Skarsgård makes the most sense. I could see him and David Corenswet leading the league for years to come.

Thank you for reading! If you'd like to support me, you can find my socials here!

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@dereiserne

[timefortwig]

Twig - Arc 3 - Chapter 3

Finally! After 10,000 years, I'm free! Time to... read Twig. Sorry guys, exams and family stuff have kept me from updating in ages, but I'm back! Now, on to the reading.

Last time, our heroes were sealed in the bowels of the Radham Academy with Sub Rosa and the other murderous experiments. We last left them backed into a corner by a locked door, hounded by convicts turned monsters. How will the Lambs get out of this one?

The Lambs consider splitting up to run from the experiments, and we see their bond by how they decide that either they all run or none do. Despite being hunted by experiments, there sure is a lot of dialogue. I guess talking is a free action. Speaking of which, does anyone know a good ttrpg system to run a game set in the world of Twig? I've considered using a tweaked version of Call of Cthulhu, but I'm open to other options.

The Lambs, my friends, my gang, my family.

I didn’t want to see them get hurt.

Sy, your soft side is showing. Really, he's been very protective of Mary this chapter

The convicts surrounded her.  I could only barely make out their eyes in the gloom, as they stared down the hallway at us.

I heard a snicker.

Oh God, the convicts are still sapient

“Academy brat.”

Oh God, they can talk, and they sound like kids. Just when you think you know what to expect from Wildbow, the guy throws something completely out of left field

Sy, in either an uncharacteristic moment of bravery or very characteristic moment of recklessness, puts himself in Sub Rosa's path, knowing full well how likely this is to get him converted into chunky salsa. The convicts apparently blame the Lambs for what happened to their bodies, or maybe the Academy as a whole, and one is having a whale of a time describing how he's going to brutally kill Sy.

Sub Rosa walks right past Sy, smoothing down his hair. Maybe she was a mother in her previous life and still holds some basic "don't kill your children" instincts? The soft-spoken convict, who I'll call "Baby" for the sake of convenience, tries to stab Sy with his hand spikes. Sy, for some reason, opens his mouth to Baby's attack and gets electrocuted I think. Wonder what bullshit Sy is pulling this time.

apparently he's trying to exploit Sub Rosa's motherly instincts to get her to kick the shit out of Baby, but concludes that it was a dumb idea afterwards. He spits out a bit of broken tooth and stares Baby down like a badass. While he's analyzing Baby, Sy runs through several methods of trying to convince him that I remember from a class I took on rhetoric a while ago, Ethos with the appeal to authority/building connection with Baby by staring him down, discounting Logos, and settling on using Pathos if the need arose.

Baby menaces Sy with spikes of electrified metal, and then electrocutes him again. But Sub Rosa appears to be coming to Sy's rescue, and Baby backs off. Meanwhile, the rest of the Lambs are stoically cowering in the corner. Sub Rosa reaches into the door and pulls out an... intestine. Ok. That also appears to be causing major structural damage to the building. This whole building is alive, isn't it. Sub Rosa then proceeds to methodically tear down the door with her bulging muscles.

Am I weird for thinking that Sub Rosa is kind of hot? I can't be the only one who thinks that right?

anyway, a tenuous peace forms between the Lambs and the mutilated convicts. Sy, even if Sub Rosa is protecting you, you might not want to piss off the convicts with electro-spikes. The new party walks into an area populated by scientists, and the Lambs just sort of awkwardly stand around while Sub Rosa and the cons kill them all.

Sy then... uh... reaches under Mary's skirt. However, he only does this to steal one of Mary's concealed knives. You know, Sy, there are times where I absolutely adore you, and others where I really don't like you. Mary is understandably pissed, but can't say anything because of the con standing right next to them. Fuck you Sy.

Ok, Jamie silently conveys to Sy that that one dead scientist's relative is in the part of the lab Sub Rosa is headed for. Sy takes his knife and strides up to take the duty of "killing" the next target. And the chapter ends there with Sy musing on how fucked they all are.

And that will be all for today, I hope to update again sometime this decade, but no promises lol. Until next time, vile experiments of the Academy.

By the way, Special thanks to Wildbow for writing Twig and to Kim Dauber for voicing the audiobook I use to do these posts.

One question, will the nutshot counter even be needed in future chapters? or am I just wasting time?

[the-celluloid-correspondent]

Avatar: The Way of Water

Jake Sully lives with his newfound family formed on the extrasolar moon, Pandora. Once familiar threats return to finish what they started, Jake must take his family and hide them from outsiders.

Avatar: The Way of Water, the sequel to mega-blockbuster Avatar, has finally arrived 13 years later. I am going to be honest, I was not blown away by the first film. Though the visuals and worldbuilding were outstanding, they could not save the bland, cookie-cutter story. It was all style over substance, though I respected Cameron's vision. So for its sequel, I was expecting the same. Safe to say, my expectations were correct. The Way of Water is a visual spectacle but lacks the substance for a film 13 years in the making.

The Way of Water is Cameron at his best and his worst. Cameron was at his best here with the visuals. His worldbuilding for Pandora is incredible and, most importantly, tangible due to its realism. The action sequences are spectacular and perfect for an IMAX screen. What surprised me most was the family dynamics and relationships between the characters. All of the characters were given a lot more depth and were very relatable. That was very refreshing to see, and I wish the story was given that depth. The story, like the first, is bland and repetitive. It's a repeat of the first but stretched out in an over-bloated run time of over three hours. If the film had been shorted, I might have been more emotionally invested. However, because at least a third of the movie feels like filler, I was begging the film to get on with it. The dialogue was cringy, and there was a lack of stakes. Furthermore, the conflict is very black-and-white, with humans portrayed as the epidemy' of evil, while the Na'vi are perfect in every way. I wish it wasn't this black and white and was more grey. Overall, I was hoping there would be a lot more to this film rather than pretty eye candy.

The acting ranged from outstanding to fine. Sam Worthington and Zoe Saldana both give excellent performances. Especially Saldana, who balances her character's motherly characteristics, and the fierce, terrifying warrior perfectly. Kate Winslet is again outstanding. It was strange seeing Sigourney Weaver play a teenager. She does a great job with the material, but it feels off. Jamie Flatters and Britain Dalton are both fine, and I wished they had a wider vocabulary rather than saying "bro" every other word. Steven Lang and Edie Falco both are on the weaker side of performances. However, this is mostly due to how one-dimensional their characters are and that they are not given much to work with. Overall, I wished most actors were given more to work with besides questionable dialogue.

As previously stated, this film is visually stunning. It was hard to appreciate it at moments due to getting motion sickness at points, but still stunning. The cinematography was gorgeous and memorizing. However, the VFX was surprisingly mixed. Some shots looked incredibly real, while others looked like something out of a video game. This might be due to the change in the frame rate, but it was very obvious when the frame switched. The score by Sam Franglen is beautiful. In general, you can tell that this movie cost over 400 million dollars to make.

Altogether, Avatar: The Way of Water is a visual masterpiece. Its action sequences and relatable characters make the film entertaining enough. However, if you go a bit deeper into this film, you realize it lacks the substance you would expect for a film 13 years in the making.

I am giving, Avatar: The Way of Water a C+.

[goldshadows]

(via punklord)

“I have a very childlike rage, and a very childlike loneliness.”

[franklyshipping]

Oooooh my goodness where do I start.

First off. Same. Time blindness is a curse when you're passionate about something. I think we all deserve a Gooper who will remind us about needs.

Secondly I love Anti and Jamie's relationship. How they're bother mischeviously eager to tickle the heck out of Schneep, yet still keep their core characteristics. And the competition is just so cheekily evil i love it.

And oh goodness the sticky slime was perfect, especially the detail that it was on his hands is very smart. I wonder if Schneep also could bave used that batch to make irl spider webs for a halloween party, imagine the chaos that ensues! Or maybe Jackie can take some vials as a replacement web fluid! The possibilities are endless! Lets just hope Gooper never eats Marvin's plant!

It's always good to see a fic about the doctor bois relaxing and melting away into hysteria. Definitely worth the wait. Hope you have been taking care of yourself though or else!

AHHH THIS IS SO SWEET I'M GONNA CRY THANK YOU FOR THIIIIS!!!

I AM TAKING CARE OF MYSELF....AM TRYING 😆💜

[ladyledawn]

Living In Delusion

Decernment is having a feeling that something isn't right. Delusion is knowing that something isn't what it seems but still trying. Thats how I loved you. Never seeing just always believing in a dream that would never be. Even though I was seeing right before my eyes that the characteristics you displayed weren't aligning with the vision of the person I'm supposed to spend forever with I still believed, I still fought, I just dug myself deeper and deeper into this delusion that I probably wouldn't have ever come out. I made a playlist of songs I felt I could hear being a part of our wedding, but WHAT WEDDING? see? delusional. Anyways, im back to reality and now I have to delete that playlist. But because I really saw us and our guests vibing to these songs im going to leave them all here as a memory of what I thought could have been. 

To the husband in my delusion here is what I thought our wedding would sound like:

Wifey-Next

Sweet one-Wizkid

All the time-Ty Dolla $ign

Power Trip-J Cole

Banana Clip-Miguel

Best Part-Daniel Caesar

Yo-Chris Brown

Cuff it-Beyonce

U 2 Luv-Neyo

Poetic Justice-Kendrick Lamar

Bound 2-Kanye West

Do U Wrong-Leven Kali

Heard Em Say-Kanye West

Because Of You-Neyo

Not another love song-Ella Mai

Dont mess with my man-Nivea

Selfish-PnB Rocl

Comfortable-H.E.R

Lets get married- Jagged Edge

Gonna Love Me-Teyana Taylor

Hold You-Gyptian

You Got It-Bryson Tiller 

Good Life-Kanye West

Sunflower-Post Malone

The Matrimony-Wale

24/7-Meek Mill

Unpredictable-Jamie Foxx

You Changed Me-Jamie Foxx

Heaven-Jamie Foxx

Closer-Neyo

Let me know-Tamar Braxton

Knock You Down-Keri Hilson

Neva End-Future

Good Lovin-Jacquees

Lay It Down-Lloyd

Let Me Hold You-Bow Wow

No Guidance-Chris Brown

Getting Late-Syd

Too Close-Next

Turn Me On-Kevin Lyttle

Where The Party At-Jagged Edge

Beautiful-Snoop Dogg

No Games-Serani

Right By My Side-Nicki Minaj

How Many Drinks- Miguel

Harem-Miguel

Knocks Me Off My Feet-Donell Jones

Here I Am-Rick Ross 

Bound-Ryan Trey

Run It Up-YFN Lucci