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[justanapparatus]

sometimes yall will talk about discourse I've never seen and it feels like I'm being punk'd

[bucketwritingpail]

Touch the stars

Danny phantom/ treasure planet ficlet that i might or might not actually write.

Daniel James Fenton was five years old when the human race discovered that they were not alone in their universe. To that little kid who wanted nothing more than to touch the stars, that news was everything. And with the hours upon hours of news coverage, the pages upon pages that came hot off the press only to be snatched up almost instantly, with all the buzz and the chatter and the talks and the seminars and the countless online threads, it felt like that news was everything to the whole world. The whole world except the Doctors Fenton.

The two promising ecto-scientists had just begun work on their newest project, their magnum opus: the ghost portal. They may as well have been deaf to the world. They certainly were to their own children.

Eight years later, Earth had finally joined the Intergalactic Union. They had trade, they had embassies, their knowledge of the universe was expanding with every second. Danny wanted to know all of it. He dragged his friends Sam and Tucker to every conference he could bribe his sister to drive them to. He hunted down every morsel of new information. Sam was more interested in homeworld politics and activism. Tucker though, was practically salivating at all the new tech.

His parents were still working on that portal, seemingly anawares to just how much the world around them was changing.

Danny was fourteen when he died.

He was fourteen when that portal opened on top of him and thrust the weight of two realms upon that starry eyed boy who had glow in the dark stars mapping the night sky on his bedroom ceiling. A crushing responsibility tying down that poor boy who wanted nothing more than to touch the stars.

His parents didn't notice at first. They were too ecstatic that their invention actually worked to ask questions. So things were... complicated for a few years. Danny became the city's protector, looking after ghosts and human alike. Afterall, what was he meant to do when he had stakes in both camps.

The work was thankless and dangerous. His parents didnt know it was their son they were shooting at, so he couldn't blame them. Valerie didn't know it was her boyfriend she was hunting. He couldn't blame her either. Still.

He was beaten up and smacked around on the daily, meanwhile, his once shining report card suffered for the late nights and missed classes. Sam and Tucker did what they could, but the only person he could truley rely on was his sister.

She told him to do what was best for him. What did he want?

Sometimes, on quiet nights, Danny would fly above the clouds, above all the pain and stress, and he would watch the sky. Even after it all, his core would still call out for those stars.

Humans weren't exactly popular out there. They had earned a reputation for being to curious for their own good and stubborn to boot. Work was hard to find out there. He still wanted to try. His grades would never get him a research position, and definitely not one in politics. But, despite their absence, Danny took after his parents. He was an engineer, and a good one at that. Even with the slight trembling in his left hand. He just knew he could fit right in up there.

So when Danny was eighteen, he put all his life savings into getting himself on a shuttle. He told his sister and friends goodbye, promised to keep in touch the best he could. They threw him a farewell party with cake and stories and music that played until the sun rose again. Even his parents showed to say their goodbyes.

Now, seven years of training and travel later, Daniel James Fenton, age twenty-five, stepped off the travel shuttle and into the hustle and bustle of the Montressor Intergalactic Space Port. A single duffle with his personal items, slung over his shoulder and a folder containing his new life, in hand.

And he was finally here

[beast-towers]

Here is the final Panel image I have mentioned :3

Before you go watch my Speedpaint, please read my comic before watching. I don’t want to ruin y’all’s spoilers with this one. So!

Clashing Worlds: The Visitor

I thank you all for giving it a read, but if ya don’t care about it and wanna watch the vid, well, I won’t stop ya. Pls don’t spoil the ending if you see this first. Thank yous.

“I’ve made the most of my Time in this life that I held dearly. I thank whoever was watching me from the Beyond; forewarning me in a form of a Dream or Vision. I was falling into a sea of darkness, but emerging through a light. A warning that I should stay in hiding, but I accept my fate with no fear nor hesitation.

I hold no regrets of the actions I took, including all the emotions I’ve seen and felt. I believe in everyone will be okay when the Darkest Hour strike, while I also believe they’ll get Otsana back to her senses. I know they can do it. I have faith in them and my family.

What matters most is here and now, especially when I’m staring Death in its face. If this is truly my time… then why wait?! Let’s fucking GO!!” -Uri Anawar

This was an incredible experience for me to give Void Regan a go, but to also revisit lines art again.

And here is the speedpaint:

[hellsbroadcaster]

Husk leaned against the bar staring intently at his half emptied bottle of whiskey, lost in thought and frowning. It bugged him how often Angel came home looking as though he'd been dragged through the seven circles of hell and back because of that damned moth, especially now that he'd learned that Angel wasn't just masking to get what he wanted but because he felt like he had to. He growls and taks a long drink before putting the bottle back on the bar a little heaviar than intended.

"Got to fucking figure out how to break that damned soul contract." Grumbling to himself out loud, blisfully anaware that anyone could be listening.

                   .　　. ˚　. ╳ ⊹ ― 𝐀𝐍 𝐎𝐃𝐃 𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐄𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐋'𝐒 𝐋𝐎𝐁𝐁𝐘 so barren. Usually a certain spider-demon was sitting at the bar, chatting it up with the hotel's drunken bartender. Funny to think they thought they were alone. He thought perhaps Husk would have learned to avoid saying such thoughtless things. Never knowing just who's ears might be open to hearing said foolishness. 

                                   Lights begin to flicker in the lobby, the fluorescents keeping the bar's drinks lit up blow a fuse, the glass shattering && falling to the floor. An eerie aura begins to creep into the atmosphere, like a pair of eyes watching you from a distance. The kind that makes one look over their shoulder like they are being followed. An uneasy && unpleasant creature lurking, always overlooking, 

                                 A SHADOW formed in one of the bartender's chairs, a yellow smile practically glowing in the dim light. ❛ You know, you really should watch what you say ❜ he begins, his appearance now clear as ever. ❛ You never just who might be stalking about in the corners.❜ His voice glitches a little at the end, and he taps his fingers against the polished wood. ❛ Do be a lad, and. . . make me an old fashion~? ❜

[em-um-canto]

"Curious, what are you?" So cucurucho is anaware of eyeball people? Interesting...

[meltthefrozenheart]

FROZEN//FROZEN THE MUSICAL: I've always liked comparing Elsa and Hans in these specific scenes

The very idea that Elsa chose to isolated herself completly up on the North Mountain, anaware of what actually happened, with everyone afraid of her, while Hans gets the chance to be in charge of Arendelle, surrounded by people that trust him and is ready to follow his lead during this crisis, it really creates a nice additional contrast between them.

So, imagine my infinite joy when the Musical litteraly reworked the story and put these two scenes one after the other, gave Hans a song that litteraly screams "Yeah, I'm the hero here because I act as people expect me to do" and creates a natural thematic contrast with Let It Go.

I can only show my appreciation to Jennifer Lee and the Lopezes for taking this direction with the Musical adaptation and create a much tigther narrative and arc that puts even more clearly in parallel Elsa's weight of being the heir to the throne of Arendelle, and yet having to deal with these magical powers, and Hans's misery of being the thirteenth in line of the Southern Isles, and yet being able through his cunning and charm to nearly obtain what he wants.

[cronteller2121]

so blissfully anaware. enjoying life so well, not even knowing it will be taken from them

my favorite genre of tf2 screenshots is the ones where someone is about to die from a crit:

the tf2 equivalent of renaissance paintings

[expfcultragreen]

[Ambling rhetorical tone....not your white ex arguing with you tone...old man sucking on grass tone...get the jeff bridges in big lebowski AI v.o. dialed in]

A dude died doing a sun dance recently, some older dudes kept yelling at him that if a native dude didnt finish they couldnt do it again for 8 years, that the tradition was riding on him etc.

His widow says, it must be that he died because someone there had their period "which is unlucky". Sure. In my culture, its amazing luck to get it or be having it 🤷

Is it unlucky because the tradition since colonization is to implicitly harass women about how they should be pregnant instead, by acting like periods are evil magic that shouldnt be happening/present and that is deeply unwanted and suspicious? How many nonnative guys was he being made to compete against btw, in this sacred ceremony?

How rude of me

Like, is the widow going to spend the rest of her life hating the period-haver for this because the old guys who are actually responsible have been telling you your whole life that periods are bad

Btw do you have to do a time out when you get yours? Really drives the point home that if you were just pregnant right now youd be with friends and family like usual

Is that how it was known who was having their period? Having to isolate means everyone knows your ovulation cycle too, anyone can track it

The culture i was raised in, as many have noted, is the opposite of this: my theory is that its paramount that unwanted suitors be anaware of your ovulation timing so the move is to never let on when youre having your period, no matter how much discomfort youre in, so that your fertility optimums cant be tracked by others

Which is a different kind of stigmatization, but, theyre still lucky to get and have, it means an unwanted suitor didnt get you, it means the future is wide open like you could even have a bunch of kids because youre young and healthy* (if you were neither you wouldnt be having it; *this is exclusive of people who stop having it for medical reasons because it sucked so bad somehow, eg going on t and/or getting a hysterectomy, which, remember that missing ut' book cover about antitrans whatever? ive never known a trans guy who did the yeet but ive known a cisish gal who did and it was because for her periods werent a marker of health and sucked haywire-bad but also its worth noting that she was raised catholic which is not my own culture so i cant really speak to that....she says in catholicism periods are a punishment from god for what eve did or smthn 🙄 sounds like more incentivization for pregnancy, to escape gods monthly wrath reminder or whatever)

So like basically she'd rather beef some random person for a mystified bodily function, than the dudes reportedly insisting that her partner not stop participating, bummer....its just 8 years, he's dead

Why is it my place to see a news item if its not my place to comment? Like why was this public information, why do i know someone there was reportedly having their period, thats pretty fine grain stuff isnt it?

Im familiar with the norm that people are expected to not comment regardless, but, i dont share it, and here i am on my own blog and not the comment section of any piece about it or the inboxes of anyone involved

Some advice from season 18 episode 4 of americas next top model: if youre trying to relate to people you cant talk down to them; people have very contrasting ideas of what condescension is like/looks like/feels like....kid gloves vs courtliness

It would simply be more polite to not comment, i suppose? But these ARE my thoughts, and i find it condescending when people politely refuse to comment

[444names]

Names generated from French forenames and minerals, excluding the letter combo "Te"

Abertz Acharne Acrolinger Adettase Adoran Affeties Akine Alasot Alauin Alcis Alenagne Alethen Alinel Almene Alque Alsben Altiniene Alzin Amakie Amalas Amane Amantinoé Amium Ampie Anabasse Anawar Anbuksine Ancrane Andorre Ankah Ankine Anoph Anthome Antiantine Aplinacum Aralsiocer Arcocroce Ardel Arine Astonine Auden Auelleer Aurentie Avane Awakdie...

Badorard Barliant Barne Bartz Baschle Batalar Bauroutne Berdine Berhovine Berianhied Berie Bertine Betine Beuche Bichrick Biechal Biseine Bisminald Boeptomse Bogel Borazo Botacinès Boune Bouse Breeksotum Bricren Brine Brint Broscle Brumse Brégolope Bueller Buetase Burronyx Caccolepic Cafferlen Cahes Calce Camure Cargum Carkeile Cartzeme Caruis Cashne Catrayllin Caven Caverianue Cellase Cemel Cergum Chabauline Challiale Chaul Chaël Cheddium Chert Chiatral Chile Chlombene Chloville Chrolie Chryne Chumbas Chäfel Chèlexis Cladia Clanie Claron Classine Claumieul Clayane Cline Cliobswie Coffetrot Coine Colactince Collient Colum Contibne Copine Corne Cretar Crodenne Croma Crone Cuble Cuparomen Cupilitz Curan Curiderose Cyardorind Cymonyx Dandia Darbene Darleine Darse Daward Dockin Dowleude Dultrolie Dumieck Dymice Dymonis Emeline Evide Farne Felle Fellinet Ferne Ferovin Ferssimon Fertz Fethenicon Flomic Fluar Flucia Flude Fludlase Flume Flumene Fluoise Frafton Framilmque Frand Frany Frapide Frard Fregre Frenardine Frédrée Fukhand Galine Gamel Garde Gennes Genorsa Gesleud Gettie Glabine Glanne Glauchle Goistic Goliel Gorscocie Granger Grapmarmi Grase Greile Grellmet Grodum Grosia Grozo Grusond Gunne Géline Haggede Hamine Heddersone Hedrolde Helenielle Hellum Helparagas Hentale Herie Herlinne Herroxmant Hertz Hetricie Hierse Hiletan Hofis Horane Hucobick Hupre Hurine Hydreine Hydricer Hylluorben Hübne Iasean Ichin Iline Incar Iobice Jacque Jances Janne Jeane Jearne Jeaul Jettran Jevia Johales Kathuauel Kegede Keland Kellochèle Kerin Keverise Knore Krogaramel Kröhne Laenium Langhin Lantil Larin Laucoline Lazzonna Lesentana Logral Lonyuyal Lucchris Lucchrois Luchale Luchie Ludianle Luordier Luorthul Lybdene Lémyros Machmine Maline Mande Mandine Manemphan Mangtover Manor Mantarne Manès Marce Marince Marpie Marry Massanie Maulferce Mawal Maxisèle Maymose Melenble Menzeu Mermax Mespilgade Metonde Mirie Mohel Monnazur Mosérène Motaine Muilosel Munelis Mustane Mélinne Mélène Nabré Nadorpham Nalad Nerthor Niseune Nshid Ordia Oreelle Ornum Orphine Osine Ospier Otibisèle Otoraddiny Parssamar Pasenium Patkaël Paurianne Peandium Penne Periele Phenne Pherinoît Philin Philina Phuaryonis Phylana Phynerne Pididiobon Pidone Piebine Piene Pigibbille Plabier Pougue Pringerine Proene Puhyllume Putic Pyrocie Pyrocolie Pyrone Pääkköne Quampe Quarne Quert Quettase Ragne Rahne Reane Reyerriane Rhanie Rhodum Rhophame Rocevianie Romettorna Romice Ronine Roodiose Ropid Roprith Rucieris Runiquauy Runzanne Réminde Saingel Salin Sambotis Sanownlum Saplorice Saroxene Sarse Satazzine Sather Schasclane Schemen Scherime Scine Scoli Seazuline Seucre Sharile Shaël Sklonyx Sodametone Sodickie Sondgine Sonne Spale Stine Stütz Sulgine Surane Suriose Surubie Sylle Sérène Sévedel Taaffen Tahiline Taide Tanne Tarosinie Thale Thock Thoren Tonargen Trocorend Troneshie Tsaven Tsine Tsugine Tsule Tupridie Tyrine Ukucolin Ulauline Ulinald Urezine Urromick Urélène Valde Valémesis Vervé Wainonal Wakaël Weerickine Welsicore Werel Wicalum Wodozo Wolline Wolum Xafonie Xavalaum Xenocli Xiersum Xocias Ytonne Yttine Yvord Zactibne Zhocoscold Zirce Zirès Zuranie

[armadasfandoms]

Working concept for the start of a script I'm doing for class based on a few characters I made when I was little. Notes and criticism welcome for the idea not necessarily needed for the writing/style since it is not formatted or organized in any way currently:

Opens with a peaceful and beautiful patch of grass. A few bushes and trees around. A small rabbit hops out to look for food. But it sits up, high alert. A giant shadow flies overhead passing the rabbit and darkening the clearing for a moment. The rabbit runs and hides. A large black and white dragon that has a red star shaped at the end of it's tail is what flew overhead, it is causing along on the wind, twisting and turning with the breeze. It goes as high as it can, seemingly reaching the amosphere and stars then plumets back down as if doing a grand trust fall with the earth. Last moment it pulls up and twirls as it flies forward again at peace.

A large crossbow is aimed from another perspective. It follows the dragon. It fires.

The dragon is anaware then falls with a shriek, not a rawr. It crashes into the earth. A man, no several men, appear and smile. They will be paid well for this catch and there will be more shortly. The dragon sheds a tear as it knows it's horrible fate.

[kjs-s]

I am writing this as I read to remember all the good parts I want to point out. The blissfully anaware of his affection was the cutest line. Also bucky's plan was great and I love how the reader mentioned not finding Sam because I have a feeling you made him hide on purpose. And the reader thinking Steve would be offended was so sweet. Also kudos on describing the reader's eyes so perfectly without mentioning color. Also the term seismic event was something I loved. And the description of his thoughts while being with the reader were so vivid with comparing them to touching a stove top. And how adorable the reader was while drinking the chocolate. Also the cute hand touching. I adored the fact that Steve changed his secret Santa and the gift he bought that apparently is only a part of it. But the best thing was the right where you need me to be line.

I Don't Care About The Presents Underneath The Christmas Tree

Characters: Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: Steve accompanies you on a visit to the local Christmas Markets and gets a glimpse of what could be, if only he had the nerve to ask you out.

Word Count: 1350 words

Prompt: #1: Visiting cute little Christmas markets

A/N: For the effervescent @princessmisery666 who is an absolute legend. Also, I am still experiencing laptop issues so I can only apologise for posting this one a little late.

This had been a mistake and there was no way Steve could even begin to convince himself it wasn’t. This was torture in its purest form, and it was his own doing. Why he had agreed to this… well, he knew exactly why he’d said yes, it was because it meant spending time with you and he could never pass up that opportunity. The real problem was that the more time he spent in your presence the harder he was falling and you were blissfully unaware of his affections.

He had walked into the kitchen and interrupted a conversation between you and Bucky. The silence had lain thick in the air as you had frowned at Buck, whose lips had curled up in a smirk when he spotted Steve in the doorway.

“I can’t come with you, doll, but I do know someone who finished their paperwork last night.” Bucky had grinned and Steve wondered if he shouldn’t slowly back out of the room before whatever plan his friend had in mind was put in place. But then you had turned and looked at him with those eyes of yours. Those eyes that enchanted him, made him feel weightless and like he was falling at the same time. Those eyes that held the whole universe of happiness within them. Those eyes had him pinned to the spot as he frantically reminded himself to breathe.

“Hi, Steve.” You had smiled and his heart fluttered, a heat rising up the back of his neck. “Is there any chance you might want to come with me to the Christmas Market? Bucky’s just flaked out of me, and I can’t find Sam. Not that you’re my last choice or anything!” He caught the slight panic cross your face before he chuckled, reassuring you that he wasn’t offended.

So here he was, in the crisp December air, wandering through the incredibly crowded market, glancing at the artisan stalls and trying in vain to hold back his small, dreamy sighs whenever your hand rested on his arm. It was entirely unfair the hold you had on him. Something as simple as you saying his name was like a seismic event, so being the focus of your attention was beyond anything he had experienced.

Steve found his gaze resting on you more often than not, and he had to remind himself that it was unwise of him to stare, not only because you might catch him but also because the more he committed your features and mannerisms to his memory the more it hurt to know you weren’t his. You haunted his daydreams, made his heart ache with longing, and he couldn’t allow himself to truly relax and enjoy this time together because, if he did, it would only fuel his futile hopes. And yet, he couldn’t help himself. You were like a simmering stovetop that his intrusive thoughts encouraged him to touch, needing to feel that burn. Right now, your rejection would be a shallow cut, one that would hurt and sting like a paper cut, but the longer he entertained the fantasy of a life with you’re the deeper that wound would become, so it was better he just pulled away now, right? Safest all round.

“Hey, Steve, you wanna grab a hot chocolate?” The way your hot breath clouded in the cold air distracted him for a moment, and he hadn’t even realized he had nodded until you slipped your arm through his and tugged him towards the small stall boasting Gourmet Hot Chocolate, whatever that was.

Watching your eyes close as you took the first sip of your drink had a smile pulling at Steve’s lips, especially when he noticed the way the whipped cream clung to your top lip. How could you be so adorable and so oblivious? There were a thousand little things that you did that had a whirlwind of emotions careering around inside him, things he could never even hope to describe but that he was certain was love.

Once you had both finished your drinks you had slipped your hand into his, heading back off to explore the stalls. Logically, he knew you were holding his hand so you wouldn’t lose each other in the crowd, but for a fraction of a second he could pretend it was because you wanted to keep him close, that you craved contact with him as much as he craved your touch. He wished he could ignore these thoughts, but he didn’t have the energy to fight it anymore. He knew he was to blame for each stolen glance, for pretending there was something more than a tentative friendship between the two of you, and he reasoned that, at some point, he heat of his feelings for you would burn out and it wouldn’t hurt to be this close to you. Just not yet.

Instead, he spent the day trying on unflattering winter hats, reveling in your giggles. He had carried the growing number of bags from each of your purchases. He had tucked himself behind you as you had stood at the fudge counter and debated which treat Tony would appreciate more. The casual observer would probably have believed he was a dutiful boyfriend, his smiles reflecting you own when you looked up at him, his expression soft and tender when you weren’t.

Steve had lost count of the stalls the two of you had visited, but when you had turned to him and said you thought that was it, he wished there were more, even though the tip of his nose had turned red in the cold and he wasn’t entirely sure he could feel his toes. He was about to ask if you were sure when something caught your eye.

“Okay. I need you to stay right here. I just need to go grab one last thing.” You had flashed him a bright smile and then disappeared into the crowd, leaving him confused and cold in a way he couldn’t put his finger on. His eyes searched the vicinity, hoping to spot you returning to his side, feeling uneasy at your absence, when he spotted a small stall with handmade soaps.

Figuring that it wasn’t really that far from the spot you’d left him, he wandered over and his eyes lit up as he took in the beautiful handcrafted hampers. Steve could list the scents that combined reminded him of you. He knew your shampoo, your bodywash, your favourite scents, and so he asked the elderly lady behind the counter if it was possible to custom make a hamper.

Hiding his purchase in amongst the myriad of bags you had left him with, Steve felt incredibly proud of himself. He had swapped his Secret Santa with Bucky to ensure he had you, and now he had the perfect gift to add to the three other ‘perfect gifts’ he’d already purchased.

“There you are!” He turned and saw your narrow eyes, a look of annoyance which would have been convincing if it wasn’t for the ghost of a smile. “I thought I said that I needed you to stay right where I left you.”

“I’m right here, doll. Right where you need me to be.” He gave you a lopsided smile, unaware of the endearment which had fallen from his lips. Instead, he was taken with the way you tilted your head slightly, the thoughtful look in your eyes sending the cascade of butterflies off in his stomach once more.

“I think what we both need right now is to sit in front of the fire and listen to our idiot friend’s latest argument. I’m sure Sam and Buck will have something on the go by now.” You slipped your arm into his and he fought the urge to lean down and place a kiss to the top of your head.

“Yeah, we should probably go referee their latest argument.” He agreed, although he took his time walking back to the car with you, wanting to cling to these last few moments before you left the magic of the market.

[seven7arts]

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[miriamhayalgoenmi]

[editsot]

[heyimflorence]

Guerra y... ¿paz? (en Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/KdMsuWzA9U «Supongamos que hace dos años que acabó el concurso. Supongamos que estoy intentando publicar un disco y que la desazón me mata. Supongamos que no estoy enamorada. Supongamos que me niego a creer en muchas cosas, sobre todo en mí misma, por miedo y cobardía. Supongamos que otros han tenido más éxito.»