#and so i have to poke holes into everything that went into the original

[thehardkandy]

The thing that torments me the most at work when programming is not solving problems. It is asking a question and then it turns out that three different meetings of senior management are required to get an answer because no one actually knows

[bunnys-kisses]

if I knew you write for jenson I would've ordered long time ago! can I get tiramisu with a side of champagne with jenson? (after he won his championship not very dilf yk)

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want to submit your own order? then hit up the menu! there are tons of things to submit and i do accept orders outside of f1, so hit me with it!! as for this anon, thank you for submitting a jenson button order, haha. i do think it is very funny that you had to specify before his dilf era, haha. but thank you for the clarification. there is tons of dirty talk (oops)

tiramisu (“my little slut to ruin.”) + champagne (sugar daddy au) served by jenson button (formula one)!!

cw: smut/pwp, sugar daddy au, 2009 era, dirty talking, driver's room sex/semi-public sex, mean!jenson, couch sex, clothed sex, panty ripping (oops)

you should've known that the moment jenson got his hands on the trophy, he was going to be all over you. you had went to see him at the final race of the season, and when it was clear that he was pulling through points wise. you should've taken your panties off under your skirt.

because jenson was going to rip them off of you.

the sound of tearing fabric filled the driver's room as he got you thrown over the back of the couch, your ass on display for him. he tossed the fabric away, no longer unusable as any kind of garment.

"i liked those!" you squeaked.

he chuckled as he groped his cock through his driver's suit, "you act like i can't buy you new panties. you dumb little slut, i pay for everything else."

you swallowed and arched your back a little more. you knew your place, it wasn't your fault. you let a formula one driver flash a bit of money in front of your broke student face and you followed him to the ends of the earth.

and now when he wanted to poke the base of your cervix with the blunt tip of his cock. you let him. like a good girl should.

he got out of as much of the suit as he could and got his cock out of his pants. it was a bit awkward, but he couldn't have the luxury of undressing both of you. not right before the press circus.

he gazed at your soaked cunt for a moment and licked his lips. he flipped the skirt of your dress up and sank into your pretty little cunt. it was an easy fit, he had trained his girl quite well. all to lead up to this moment, he got to celebrate his win with his cock buried in his girl.

it was perfect.

his hands on your hips, feeling the meat under his firm grip. he was practically fucking you face first into the couch. he just wanted to feel his beautiful slut. the pretty hole that he gets to fuck between races. originally this sugar daddy agreement was to help you pay for the nice school you went to in england.

but you haven't been on campus in over a year, why would jenson let you? you were prettier on his arm at events than in between the stacks of books. you were both only in your twenties, but he wanted to make sure that you couldn't get out of his grip.

eventually you'll go back to school. just later.

for now, it was about celebrating. and he was doing that while your pussy drooled around his cock. he panted heavily and continued his forceful thrusts. you were a dream to him, making the lust throb in his back of his head.

"my little slut.' he groaned, "but you know that, you know that you get a nice little payment in exchange for letting me ruin your pussy." his words were venomous but it made you see stars behind your eyelids.

you whimpered, "please, jenson." you arched your back a little to get a better angle of his cock pushing into your soaked cunt.

“my little slut to ruin.” he said, "right? all mine." he continued to thrust up into you. his force was tight and his tongue was loose. he wanted to make sure that you knew that you were a taken woman.

that he was the champion and you were the cute little thing that he sank his cock into. he held onto your hips tightly and battered his cock up against you.

"pretty thing." he said, "you know how to be good for me." he groaned a little bit. you were still on the track, and the driver's room was only so private. but his mouth still ran, "pay for your rent, your clothes, anything you need. and you in return let me make a mess of your little cunt. i guess it's only fair. i empty my wallet for you and i empty my balls in you." he chuckled a little as he felt the sweat on his back.

the adrenaline was still high.

you let out a small whimper and he continued to thrust into you. you felt so good enough him, like a proper fit. his pace was aggressive as he pushed you further into the couch.

sadly the sex couldn't last long as he had places to be with you on his arm. he was the world champion after all. he licked his lips at the sight of your pussy trying to accommodate his girth.

a sweet little thing you were. all his.

he gave it a few more heavy thrusts before he came inside of you. he buried his cock as deep as it would go inside of you. he felt hot all over in the clothes he was still in, but his core throbbed with a deep need for you.

"mine. my little slut." he groaned as he gripped the back of your head to keep you pinned under him. he hissed through his teeth before he slowed to a stop.

he kept his cock inside of you as his other hand worked at your clit. which made you freeze up, the pleasure melted in your brain like chocolate in the sun. you whined a little louder and he told you to shut up.

he played with your poor clit, already throbbing for a deep need. you covered your mouth with your hands as you curled up as you came. you tensed all over as it washed over you. then you relaxed over the back of couch. a bit of cum stuck to your pussy lips and jenson loved the sight of that.

a beautiful little slut.

he patted your bare ass cheek before he got the skirt of your dress over your ass. he chuckled a little, "better pray that it doesn't leak out of you. because if it does." his tone got a little darker, "i'll just have to put it all back in you."

he watched you try to compose yourself before you both had to get out in front of the cameras. he hoped that the press got a picture of his cum running down your leg. after all, he was number one and he was allowed to stake claim on your sweet pussy. <3

[the-tardis-in-221b-baker-street]

Lord Flashheart's (Blackadder Goes Forth) Costume

I don't think it comes to many as a surprise that I was going to do some sort of Flashheart costume. I've had people ask me after my last cosplay "So what's next? Oh please say it's Flashheart!". For a character who only appears once a series, he is well loved amongst the Rik Mayall fans and I happen to be one of them. So, strap yourself in, go get yourself a cup of tea and a biscuit because we're in for a long haul flight. We're doing this a bit back to front, usually I'll release a photoshoot all in one go but as I ran out of time to photograph myself before going to the con I'm going to, I thought I would post them after the con. The photoshoot is in the works, keep your eyes peeled!

When deciding which era of Flashheart I wanted to do, I settled with the WWI era as to my knowledge pre research, it was going to be the easiest of the bunch to do. As much as my heart sings out to Elizabethan Flashheart, my sewing skills are nowhere near good enough for that yet. I knew I wanted to get this costume totally right so I gave myself a fairly big budget and indeed the biggest budget so far in my cosplaying journey.

Go big or go home, I researched into actual Royal Flying Corps uniforms people were selling and saw just how difficult they were to find. I visited a local war memorabilia shop armed with a few questions about RFC uniforms. When I explained what I was doing, they smiled and laughed fondly about Blackadder. They very quickly informed me that finding an actual RFC uniform that's not in a museum is extremely slim and they were totally right. I had a back up plan though, I had found a company that did tailormade historical re-enactment uniforms from all sorts of eras and rather perfectly, a RFC tunic and trousers. I got myself measured by my lovely tailor friend and purchased them. I actually purchased the drill trousers instead of the breeches as the colour looked more correct. (not pictured, you'll see those when I take proper photos of me wearing it.)

The breakdown of the costume: The Royal Flying Corps tunic.

The RFC tunic was going to be a huge part of the costume and in my eyes all of the tiny elements of the costume to bring it together had to be properly researched. The base of the jacket only came with the RFC patch on the right side of the jacket so everything else had to be found. For the first part and actually the first purchase I made for this project was the collar pins. These are original WWI RFC collar pins that came in perfect condition. I also went back to the same local war memorabilia shop again and very luckily, they had a full matching set of original WWI captain's shoulder pips, with metal pins. It makes this costume more special to know I have an actual piece of history on my shoulders.

As I was informed, all pips during WWI were as standard and the more pips you have, the higher the rank. As Flashheart is a Wing Commander he technically holds the rank of captain, meaning he has 3 pips on each shoulder. With both the collar pins and the pips, I had to attach these extremely carefully. I was told that either I would need to sew them on (meaning I would have to tack them on and they wouldn't lie flat to the jacket) or I would need to pierce holes and put them in. I opted for piercing. So with an extremely delicate hand (and because this tunic was expensive) I carefully measured each one out and cut slits with a scalpel. The length of the blade was perfect because I could poke the loops through and it be in enough that if a pin slides out, I won't lose the pip. The collar pins didn't come with pins to keep them in place but the lovely gentleman I bought the pips from gave me some to cut down.

The medals:

The medals I struggled to find for a bit of time. I had researched a bit and found that someone had identified a few of Flashheart's many medals which helped but my original plan was to find actual medal bars. However, I came across a gentleman who recreates medals and could do custom medal bars of any medals I wanted. I immediately messaged them and showed them the photo that had all the identified medals on. He said he was able to do it and whether I wanted the medal that someone hadn't identified yet that was just slightly poking out of the jacket in the reference photo. I couldn't believe it! And i'm so glad that medal was identified by him because it turned out to be a good addition to the bar. Now I know Flashheart has a lot more medals than what I've got here, but trying to get all of them would be a nightmare and rather expensive so I got the ones that are visible kind of when he wears his coat.

(top left) OBE, (top middle) Royal Victorian Order, (top right) Distinguished Service Order, (bottom far left) Military Cross, (bottom middle left) Ashanti War Medal, (bottom middle right) India General Service Medal and (bottom far right) 1914 Star medal.

I did research into them and what they all mean but this post will get even longer if I put all the info. I do encourage you to have a look into them if you're interested though! What I find fascinating is the level of detail Blackadder's costume designer went to. I found out that the Distinguished Service Order medal was apparently just short of being awarded a Victoria Cross (which is an extremely prestigious award) and were normally given 'for service under fire or under conditions equivalent to service in actual combat with the enemy'. However between 1914 and 1916, a number of awards were given to individuals, often officers, for circumstances not under fire. This caused a lot of resentment towards those who got it and especially from front line officers. Which to me, makes me think no wonder Blackadder didn't really like Flashheart! That did make me laugh a little bit.

The 1914 Star medal was awarded mainly to officers but approximately 1000 were awarded to members of the RFC which is another really good touch!

The tunic is attached with 5 buttons up the person's right side and attached with two hooks at the top near the shoulders.

The Sam Browne belt and gun holster were another important addition to the tunic. Often officers or higher would have worn a Sam Browne belt and there would be space to hook a gun holster and an ammo pouch could be added too. I didn't get an ammo pouch in the end but the gun holster was a must. Which leads me onto Flashheart's massive weapon (ooer!).

The gun Flashheart uses is a Webley MK VI. Now, I did look into these guns and there was no way on earth I was going to get a real one or an airsoft one for that matter. I looked into 3D printing instead! I had got a guy to 3D print me a gun but his printer unfortunately broke half way through meaning I had to find an alternative quick. A work colleague found me one on Etsy and it was perfect! It came in about 7 pieces that I had to carefully glue together but it was easy enough as I live in a tabletop household. Flashheart's gun has a loop on the bottom to attach a lanyard to. So me using my creative initiative, I salvaged a picture frame hook from an old frame, filed down a section in the middle so the metal part would lie flat, glued it together and bob's your uncle! a loop that looks like it was meant to be there!

The lanyard loop didn't fit in the loop so I used an old keyring loop to attach it.

The next bit after gluing was to sand the gun down slightly, prime it black and then dry brushed the metal part using Citadel's Leadbelcher silver paint. I also then used Citadel's Agrax Earthshade wash to dirty it up on the metal and then once dry, I did a couple of coats both sides of a matt varnish spray just to seal it all together and none of the paint will rub off.

Another fine detail is the hinge where, if it was a working gun, you'd pull the barrel down and load it. (I don't know the correct terminology for guns!) There was just a hole and I wasn't a fan of it. So I used the small screws from the frame I got the fixtures from and screwed one either side before priming black. It worked perfectly and looked effective.

I can't believe how much time I've put into this costume, loads of research and hard work finding and piecing everything together. I just hope I can do him justice when I wear it properly!

WOOF!

[fruit-salad-ship]

I come baring angst: Human Plum gets seriously injured in battle and Peach gets flashbacks to Sea Monster Plum's death

“come out!” Peach rolled her head against the solid wooden floor where she’d been knocked down to, feeling its cold wet surface on her forehead. It took all her effort to push her body up, shoving a shattered crate off her, one hand falling on a barrel close by, dragging the woman to her feet thanks to its support. “I know that didn’t kill you- so come up and face the music! Let’s finish what we started, old friend.” The voice was chilling, a voice she’d swore she’d heard the end of, one irritating bounty hunter who’d stalked her for years hoping to reap the rewards for her capture. Her foe was clever, kept peach’s body regenerating, it weakened her, she slowed down when having to heal at such a rapid rate. She’d been knocked into the cargo hold by boxes and debris, falling hard. It was only once back up, eyeing the hole she’d fallen in that peach noticed the long 30cm splinter of wood poking from her side. It hurt. She was immortal, and yet would feel everything, from paper cut to canon ball, there was some unfair rule there, reminded of its irony as the wood was pulled from her with rattled breaths. It even hurt to heal up at her accelerated rate, feeling organs knit together, tissue stinging, tugging back to its original form.

By the time the woman made it back to the top deck, the ship was quiet, waiting. The crew she’d come to love were injured, tired, but still fighting on, the image of Grey managing to defend one of the smaller men, felling the enemy was a mild relief. Her eyes landed on the more obvious thing she was looking for, seeing her captain in the white jacket be singled out by the hunter who’d come here. Her steady pace turned to a run, blade drawn, ducking and diving around other fights going on. Her men, the staff she loved seeing what she was going for, stopping all other incoming hostiles so she could make her way there unhindered, watching as plum’s blade was knocked from her hand, her body stepping back in retreat slowly, looking at the oncoming, daunting form of this man. She did not run, even though she should have, you could see on her face she was frozen with fear, the strong grab for her jacket dragging her closer to this man who was not looking at her, instead locking eyes with his prey, the item of desire that he’d hunted for so long, Peach, skidding to a stop a few meters away. “Let her go Mulligan, this is between us.” The man seemed relaxed, his body littered with scars, many of which peach had made, a sleek long jacket that had seen better days and a swept back messy dark mop of hair peppered with silver. “I never thought you’d join a crew again, it’s made you soft.” She had a lot of mortal allies now, pressure points this hunter could squeeze, one specific one currently in his grasp, slowly reaching for something while his attention was elsewhere, an act Peach saw, she had to keep his eyes on her. “I’ve sunk three of your ships, you this desperate to make it a fourth?” His grin gave a glint of gold, the canines in his mouth coated in metal, his sword now lowered to face her, ready for Peach should she advance, as if Plum was no longer a threat. “Immortality does not mean Invulnerability. You have weaknesses now.” His tug to Plums jacket brought her closer, one of her hands pushing against him, a futile move to feign a useless behaviour, while her other hand continued to sneak behind her, up to her belt slowly. She had one shot, she couldn’t get seen and ruin it. “Call your men off, you can all go back to your ship and leave alive while theres still a chance.”

It all happened so fast, he seemed to ponder the option, and in that moment, as his eyes sat on his target, Plum finally got the shot in she was betting on. Her hand reached a dagger, whipping it out, shoving it right under this mans ribs in a swift motion, up into the vital organs, twisting it as she went. He lurched from the pain, giving Peach an opening, body moving in, sword sinking right into his gut, in one end and out the other. Both women were close, seeing him slump a little, body going heavy, before his head shot back up, face to face with the pirate, the one he’d hunted for years. “Just kidding.” With a mighty grunt, the man stood tall and kicked, peach being knocked down, taking her sword with her from his body, able to look up, he was fatally wounded, his grasp tightening around Plum’s wrist, dagger still in him, blood dropping to the floors as the fights around them continued on. “Did you think you were the only one to figure it out? The only one to gain such a gift?” She got back up, a little winded but fine, sword ready, disbelief forming. “I can hunt you to the ends of the earth if I have to now, and I’m going to take everything you loved along the way!” There was no time to move, no time to act quick enough. Mulligan plunged his sword into the captains torso, a central hit, the pain that rattled through Plum forcing her to make some ungodly shout, before his grip loosened and she slid off his weapon to the floor, a heap, curling in on herself out of instinct.

There was no thoughts that echoed in her head, nothing, it went blank. Peach didn’t register that she’d become reckless in her movements, he was getting hits in on her, plenty, but not one slowed her down, she was relentless in backing the hunter up to the rails.
“You can’t kill me! All this rage and you finally can’t be rid of me!” His laugh made her sick, head tipped back in a jovial state as she kept her sword in his shoulder to push him to a prone position. “I’m glad you cant die you piece of shit!” The sword in her grip was held with such ferocity she was able to pin in to the wood of the ship, still through him so he was held in place. “I’m going to show you what immortality is like first hand!” He picked a fight with the wrong person, her hand finding a side arm, a small short sword on his person, whipping it out. Grey by this point had rushed to his captain, their men triumphing around him, not picking her up, almost afraid to move her. She was still breathing, the blood pouring from her wound alarming in amount, growing paler by the second. He watched as this monster, the reason his captain was hurt, the reason they were attacked by hunters, the cause of this all, carved the heart from her foes chest. It was not like a human heart, it looked like an eel was coiled up, but also, there were plates of perhaps crab shell on it? It beat in her hand, the body remaining limp and lifeless as she pulled her sword and pushed it overboard. The heart was pinned to the wood railing, still beating despite the sword through it, before he saw the monster turn to face the consequence of her presence here. She couldn’t bring herself to approach, the look Grey gave her was…disgust, fury, and rightly so. She did this. As their foe finally all fell, dead or dying, the ships doctor was rushed out, priority being captain, she’d sustained the worst wounds, by far, even his typically tired and docile behaviour was now urgent.

The woman felt her legs give way, body sinking to a seated position, the sound of that heart beating beside her, it’s echo the only sound that cut through. The shake in her hands and the shallowness in her breathing made it hard to focus. It was happening again, she was losing something she treasured above all else once more. She so desperately wanted to get up and be beside Plum, hold her hand, but it was her fault, this was her doing, everyone was thinking it, they had to be. The flashes of her wife kept cutting in, moments she’d felt this same fear, gut wrenching, horrifying, awful fear that froze her on the spot.

Grey had sat the captains head in his lap while Doc tried to fix the damage, one of his hands holding hers, several crew members around trying to stave off their worry. He was so mad, so furious that this monster had wormed its way into their ranks and created this nightmare situation. He warned Plum that the pirate was bad news, that she’d bring an end to them all in time, and this now dying woman he’d come to respect ignored him. Now look. When he glanced up, Peach was gone, he’d not even noticed her move, the heart she’d carved out was missing too. He’d not know that she had slunk to her small quarters, gathered her things, and gone to the very back of the ship, calling for her serpent companion. She had to take this heart, and herself as far away from these people as possible. There was now an empty ship sat out at sea, their crew dead, she’d take that and leave.

The crew would later notice the apparently empty ship that had once come to kill them all start to move away, one lone woman on the deck of it, a writhing body beneath the waves pulling it along. For the first time in hundreds of years, Peach cried, alone on a ship, moving away from someone she’d wished she’d never gotten near, her desperation to just have anything around her that reminded her of better times an unfortunate trap. People got close to her, and then they died. Her wife was right, life did have a habit of repeating itself. Maybe if she left, some luck would return to the crew.

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Peach had spent several months at sea, wandering an empty ship, no company other than the now present body of Mulligan, she’d thrown the heart in a cell and waited. Within a week, his body had reformed around the core, and he was back, alive. Removing it wouldn’t kill him, simply pause his destruction. He was subject to insurmountable torture, Peach knew he’d never die from it, so why not? He’d come to a crew she loved, and killed the last shred of anything that mattered to her. Nothing mattered once again. She drowned her sorrows, only forced to return to a port when the ship ran out of alcohol, taking a moment to sell the canons, sell the goods, pawn off the loot mulligan had gathered, and restock with enough booze to numb out everything. Until that was finished, she held up in a seedy bar, and waited for the docks to finish removing all the unnecessary gun power. What use were canons on a ship destined to be her eternal home? It’s not like she needed them.

Thats where she sat, she did not leave the bar, she did not get up, nor bother to eat, or even do more than continue to drink, until nothing seemed to creep into her head at all. Numb herself out, just make existing tolerable. The sounds of rushed footsteps approached, she didn’t even turn to them, not even defending herself when someone pulled her to face their direction, a sharp painful slap striking her cheek. The sound cut the chatter in the bar, everyone watching on as a small, long haired woman stood before one of the most notorious names in the pirate game. Peach focused up, not even shocked, defeated, finally able to look up at the person who’d come at her with such hostility. It was like looking at a ghost, her eyes widened a little, body straightened up, pressing herself up against the bar to get as far away as possible. “You- You didn’t-“ “No. I did not die. But you!” Her slaps returned, another sharp hit that peach didn’t try to stop, staring dumbfounded at Plum. Alive. Well. The colour was back in her face, she didn’t share the same fate as her wife. “You have some nerve to just run off like that, no note, no explanation, no nothing!” Another slap, she was leaning in, so mad, the fury of this woman something to see, small as she was, she didn’t half ass her anger. “I thought you’d come see me when I woke up, but NO! Nothing!!” Behind her Grey stood, angry, leant against a wall, mad that fate had brought them to the same port once more. He just wanted to steer clear of this woman, but luck was not on his side. “Give me the deed to the ship you took. Now!” It meant nothing to Peach, she didn’t even say anything, rummaging around in her pocket, pulling a folded piece of paper and handing it over. Plum pocketed it. The bar watched on as this tiny captain stared down someone with a bounty on her head large enough to buy an entire fleet of ships and then some, and she wasn’t fighting it, wasn’t causing trouble, she stayed quiet. The captain turned and started to leave, Peach was just happy to see she didn’t die, breathing a sigh of relief before returning to her drink. The footsteps returned, this time she flinched for another slap, didn’t receive it, looking back at Plum’s stern expression. “Why are you still sitting here? We’re leaving port tomorrow, theres work to do!” Peach’s sip hesitated, looked from her, to Grey, he was shaking his head, a mild threat in how he stood, in how he glared at her. “I’m not going, you guys have fun with the new ship. Mulligan’s in the cells…don’t let him out. Just going to hold up here and finish my drink.” The glass in peach hand is swiped, she doesn’t even have a say, watching Plum knock back its contents, slam it on the counter and grab the half filled bottle so she couldn’t pour another. “Drinks finished. Let’s go.” Captain turns and leaves, bottle in hand, moving past Grey, his stern form still just stood, hoping something would stop this from happening. Peach sees him, sighs, stands up, and walks past him. Pauses beside where he’s leant, out of earshot from Plum. “You don’t have to look at me like that. I know… I’ll get out of this somehow.” Before continuing to follow the small woman, stood by the door waiting, ushering them both to hurry up and follow.

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Peach and Plum have a huge argument before leaving port, and it comes out that Peach is CONVINCED immortality was never the curse, it was her, shes the problem. Everything she ever loved is gone and she knows its her fault. Being near Plum makes it all the more likley that she'll lose another thing that matters to her. The only part of her sad, frustrated rant Plum hears is that this woman, this terrifying, undying, woman, cares about her. Queue one hell of a passionate kiss.

[technofinch]

i Gotta know the deal with mulligan and jameson, specifically the faked resume thing

akljhfalkjgd OKAY SO the original recap of that & related situations is available here but i can give you the deal with Specifically Jameson

EDIT: okay this ended up longer than i thought sowwy

so we stopped on this planet, right, to drop off some cargo or whatever bc we're space truckers. and there were some ppl protesting bc their governor Fucking Sucked. like, murdering people and replacing them with androids level bad. but Weyland-Yutani likes the governor, bc he's a shill, so they're willing to pay us to take him off the planet. they don't really care where he ends up, as long as it's Not Here (this should have been the first red flag).

We go to visit the governor. He's holed up in an old mansion with exactly one (1) guard, who is Some Guy with a shotgun. We'll call him Jameson, because that's his name. Mulligan tries awkwardly to bond with Jameson over sports as we convince him to let us into the house to talk to the governor.

Eventually we get in & talk to the governor, he's willing to pay us a bunch of cash to take him off planet. Excellent. While he leaves to get his stuff together the rest of us poke around in his old mansion. We find a secret basement full of human bones. This Should Have Been The Second Red Flag. Karina, our biologist, steals a pelvis.

We leave the planet and head towards wherever we were gonna go to drop off the governor. It doesn't matter, because we get interrupted by a distress signal. We go check out the distress signal, leaving Jameson and the governor alone on our ship with the first mate/engineer/boatswain, Jack.

While the rest of the crew is Dealing With the distress signal situation, our psychologist Miranda tries to check in with out ship and gets Silence. She is, understandably, distressed by this and takes the expeditionary vehicle we used to go planetside to Return To Our Ship. Leaving The Rest Of Us Stranded.

When she got back to our ship, it turned out that the governor was actually an android and had sabotaged it, cutting the power and such. Jack was trying desperately to get everything back in order, and Jameson was trying to kill the governor.

After that we very quickly dealt with the ship we were helping and got back on board the Ophelia. Mulligan & the marine, Reed, went down into the engineering sector to find the governor. Which we did. He was bleeding slightly and holding an unconscious Jameson, about to dump him out the trash chute. Into space. Apparently, the governor (and the distress beacon) were a Test from our lovely parent company weyland-yutani :) a test that were were currently failing. Partially because Reed was pointing a gun at the governor.

Mulligan ordered Reed to stand down (& let the android kill Jameson). Reed, understandably, didn't want Jameson to die & refused. We were still failing the test. Luckily Miranda was listening in on comms & saved the day by talking down the governor, telling it that we could just arrest & imprison Jameson the normal way instead of extra-judiciously killing him. This pleased all parties and we managed to fly away safely.

With the governor shut down in "cryosleep," Reese (our medic) took the liberty of faking Jameson's death and giving him a new identity. When we arrived at the next colony, Jameson used that fake identity (including work history) that Reese made for him to apply for a permanent position on our ship. Mulligan shut him down immediately and handed his resume off to whoever was in charge of the cargo/docking situation on the colony where we landed, getting him a job there and leaving him behind. (We may have also left behind a xenomorph egg. It's literally fine don't even worry about it)

After this we found ourselves in Various Other Situations that led to us attempting to wipe our memories, fake our deaths, steal our ship, and flee to the other side of the galaxy. Immediately after this it is revealed to Mulligan that Jameson is his biological child and that Reese, Jack, and Reed knew the whole time. Reed is also able to reveal that Jameson had a very bad childhood due to very obviously being a bastard child.

After that Miranda started campaigning to get Mulligan neutered. So far Jameson hasn't shown up again, and we haven't found any more of Mulligan's kids, but the gm confirmed that there are 12 in total so odds are there'll be more of them popping up :3

Anyway. That's the story of Mulligan, World's Shittiest Dad, and the Anti-Nepotism Hire.

[chalkrevelations]

Tagged by @belladonna-and-the-sweetpeas, and this was a fantastically fun, low-pressure thing to spend a little bit of time doing, so thank you for the enrichment activity! I probably talked too much, but here we go. Song links are to YT.

Put my On Repeat playlist from Spotify on shuffle, and here are the first 10 songs that came up - and ... oh, lol. This is maybe not as cool and edgy as I’ve managed to look in similar memes in the past? otoh, I'm finding it kind of interesting how many of these have actual dance associations, this time around.

1. Rabbit Hole, Natalia Kills - I had to laugh when this one popped up first - this one's on my Only Friends playlist, although I had kind of forgotten quite what a banger it was, until I dug it out again. If only I knew how to vid, y'all would absolutely get a full-length OFTS vid to this.

2. Before He Cheats, Carrie Underwood - Ha! This one is ALSO off my Only Friends playlist. This was the first one that went on the playlist, in anticipation. I figured the unhinged energy would be appropriate before we were through.

3. Girls In Their Summer Clothes, Bruce Springsteen - I have loved Bruce Springsteen with my whole and entire heart ever since a friend’s older sister introduced us to his music when I was in middle school, and I knowingly and deliberately imported my own experience of discovering Springsteen into “In Ordinary Time” and imprinted it onto Ray Mukada with very few changes and without the least bit of shame. There are a handful of Springsteen albums that hold a particularly special place in my heart, and Magic is one of those. This song’s actually really light, comparatively, but it’s gorgeous and breezy while still being full and rich in that way the E Street Band can’t really miss, and it feels like summer. I’ve been enjoying it so much in the waning days of heat with that cooler air edging underneath the night breeze. It … makes me want to shag, even though it’s not beach music. It's clearly a creation of the boardwalk, even if its accent is Jersey, instead of Carolina.

4. Work Song, Hozier - The MV for this one - choreographed by Jillian Meyers - is fantastic, and my obsession with the song was really cemented after seeing Lex Ishimoto and Gaby Diaz dance to it for SYTYCD - a piece choreographed by Mandy Moore and clearly influenced by the MV. I must have watched that particular performance 100 times by now. The show used a cover by Luke Wade, but I do prefer Hozier’s original version. It will sometimes drop off the On Repeat playlist, but as soon as it turns up again in the shuffle, it ends up back on repeat.

5. lovely, Billie Eilish with Khalid - I have not been the same about this song since I somehow stumbled across Ten and Winwin's choreography to it on YT. I have no idea how I found it - I know literally nothing about WayV, NCT, Ten or Winwin except this choreographed piece (which you also have to see the live performance of, because while it's not as clean, it gives a better view of how Ten appears to be almost, kind of, puppetting Winwin in one section). I would poke someone’s grandma in the eye (ok, not really) for a chance to get my hands on the “ring and portrait” remix they use, but meanwhile, the original version will do.

6. Lyfjaberg, Wardruna - Healing Mountain. So, my morning routine, on the days I work, is to get to the hospital about 20 minutes ahead of when I actually need to be there, so I can sit in my car and breathe and meditate and do some self-reiki right before everything starts. I usually don't listen to anything on my way into work, but on the days I do, the days when things are going hard, like the past few weeks, with heavy patient loads and high acuity - this is the song I listen to on that drive in, on repeat. (The weeks I'm working with end of life patients, I tend to use Helvegen for this, instead, or alternate them.)

7. My Silver Lining, First Aid Kit - Thanks, The Umbrella Academy. I downloaded this one on Spotify about 12.6 seconds after hearing it on a S3 ep of the show, and I don't know that it's ever left the On Repeat playlist since then.

8. Letters From The Sky, Civil Twilight - Huh. A couple of weeks ago, about three bars from this song wisped through my mind, and I was haunted by them until I could finally manage to get my fingers in them and hold them down long enough to trace them to some lyrics in my memory, and then I had to google those couple of lines to finally pin down the actual song. And then I went and dl’d it and have listened to it A LOT, apparently. It was used for a fanvid that I watched obsessively a bajillion years ago – so long that I’m not entirely certain who it even featured, although I’m … pretty sure? … that it was Agron x Nasir from Starz’s Spartacus. I might have even first seen the vid back when I’d only watched a Nagron supercut, before I saw the full show. I can't for the life of me find it anymore - there's a Spartacus vid on YT now that uses it but it's a more general S1 vid, and that's absolutely not the one I remember, which included footage of the operation on Nasir in the abandoned temple.

9. Threat, WEARETHEGOOD/Frank Bentley/Skrxlla - Loooooool, THANK YOU, LITA. I picked this particular song up off of one of the eps of Love In The Air, one of the ones in the middle – this gets played over Payu and Pai having a practice race at the track. I was like, “waitaminit,” paused, went to google some lyrics so I could find the artist, and came back with this on dl’d on Spotify. It's another one that probably has not been off the On Repeat playlist since.

10. Sacrifice, The Weeknd - So, Vinh Nguyen choreographed a piece to this at Offstage Dance Studio that is totally and completely responsible for the way this song keeps popping up on my On Repeat playlist. I think I first ran across the choreo in a set with Baily Sok, Kinjaz's Jason Lin and Lex Ishimoto, but there's more than one version out there.

OK, if you've already been tagged or don't want to do this, don't worry, but tagging (hm, looks at recent notifications) @yagirlyacchan, @henpeckedho, @elementaldrop, @jill-question-mark, @liathebookwyrm. Go!

[n7punk]

I know you write for yourself but do you ever ask your homies for feedback or advice on drafts or ideas?

oh yeah. that's just growing as a writer. i dont like, send drafts or anything, but i might ask for votes on an idea, or advice on something that's not working, or just talk through it with them to get there on my own. one of my friends has beta read for other people and another is a writer herself, so they can be a good resource when im having trouble, even if it's just sending a sentence and being like what is WRONG with the grammar here someone fix me LMAO. sometimes you get advice and then immediately realize what you actually want to do and it's not the advice you were given, but if it isn't what you were going to do before you asked someone, that's still helpful! it's not something i do that often because i like to just do my own thing, but it's definitely helpful when i do.

oh, thank you! it's something i have a lot of fun with. it's not something you can really do in any medium BUT fanfiction or like, a reboot, you know? so i really like to play around with it here. It's like, all my fanfictions are dozens of parallel universes revolving around the same characters and concepts, and i like seeing all the ways i can spin those out. i also just really like putting in references to canon. i always love when people pick up on a line i referenced or something.

lol you're welcome! it was a pretty different angle i've wanted to poke at before, but usually she's too emotionally constipated to even get that far lmao. in this case, she channeled that into a coping mechanism and it worked out.

it's so funny that this dumb little story is what has elicited so much, but i think it's mostly because the responses are centered in my inbox rather than the comments this time around. like, i can check my inbox and have five messages, and then there's only one new comment on the fic. and yeah, i can guess that's because it's so horny LMAO

unrelated, but im almost done with my first draft of the last chapter, so the next chapter should be coming along fairly soon even if im going to have a busy weekend. and now, more spoiler asks beneath the cut

you get it <3 ive loved how many people have gotten it because i was a little worried with this one people would be Unhappy with the direction so im glad i havent gotten any hate anons lmao. it has been so much fun to write and explore. on the sensory front, oh boyyyyy is this girl autistic. It's directly implied in chapter four, actually, though adora isn't formally diagnosed. and muscle tees are like. catnip on butches. it was made for them so like, good taste.

ohhhhh boy. what ISNT in the scene in LMR lol. I have never had a fic outlined like i did for this one. Like half the conversations came to me while i was lying in bed trying to fall asleep or wake up and i had all of that to work with (and tame) when i went to write.

I started working on it in late december and it's been my "bedtime story" for the most part since then, so a lot of the scenes played out there, which is where Scenes usually originate from. i had a really full outline from that. i had so many scenes that i had to cut and combine some that i really liked because they were just superfluous and would have dragged it down even if they were good on their own. or i had multiple versions of one conversation that i had to pick the best fit between, or when it came time to write it i had to buck the outline even though i liked what i already had because something else was a better match.

basically all of chapter 3 is A Scene. several scenes are in 4 and 5, too. i couldn't really pull just one thing but... god no i was trying to pick one and i cant. chapters 3-5 is my answer lmao. chapter 2 is the only thing i didnt have any Scenes for, that was basically just a hole labeled [insert smut here] while i was planning it, and chapter one was finished so early on that there's not really a Scene there, but nearly everything in chapter 3 onward is a contender for The Scene.

[lazyblueghost]

Update

Hey everyone!

Sorry I've been absent for the past..what? a couple of months? Shit has just been happening so I haven't had time to stream, make a video, or even post anything orz

So to catch everyone up on what's been going on, my room is slowly getting destroyed by water.

So I'm still sleeping out in the living room since my floor is starting to warp like...really badly. So bad that I have to walk on the floor beams so I don't fall through my waterlogged floor. On top of that, the hole that the raccoon created is still not completely fixed. Me and mom had checked the room a couple of days ago and there’s some mold slowly growing on the ceiling not too far from the hole. So even if everything was fixed I still wouldn't be able to sleep in there.

A family member did come over to make a temporary fix for both the hole and floor about a month or so ago, but the temporary fix for the hole just fell off a day or two ago so now I smell wet installation every time I walk in.

On top of that, the water is spreading into the hallway and bathroom. So we have to watch our step everytime we go near my room or the bathroom least we will start to sink.

So I’m gonna have to pack my belongings and move them somewhere else least they accidentally get waterlogged, fall forward, or through the floor.

But there is some good news to share.

I never really said all of this out in the open like this but basically Mom had a heart attack about 3ish years ago, she had gotten heart surgery and what not but the surgeon fucked up somewhere cuz not only did she still feel pain from the surgery, but the bottom part of where they had made the incision never healed causing more problems. It’s been like this ever since she got the heart surgery. On top that, just recently an actual, honest-to-good wire that they had used to keep the ribs together became loose and had started to poke out of the hole that never closed on her chest.

We had been trying to get this fixed for the past 3ish years, yet almost every doctor we talked to didn't want to actually do anything and kept telling us to go to different doctors, plastic surgeons, or back to the original surgeon who did this to begin with. The main problem was that the original surgeon that had done her heart surgery in the first place had retired, the plastic surgeons outright said ‘we can't do anything until you talk to a heart surgeon,’ or another doctor didn't want to touch her in fear of a POSSIBLE lawsuit. ORZ

This was twice as frustrating since the closest hospital that treats this sort of thing is an hour long from our house, and my very easily motion-sick ass didn't help things either.

We had only just now found a doctor who could help take the wires out and clean her wound so it could heal properly and not cause any pain to her. I'm still unbelievably pissed that it took this long for an actual doctor to finally help us instead of sending us off on another wild goose chase that would last for actual months. Thankfully, everything went as planned, the doctor made sure to clean everything up. Right now, she's out of surgery and is catching some much-needed Z’s. We would have gone home today, but her right eye was hurting so badly that we opted to stay at the hospital overnight.

That's what has happened these past few months. Sorry if this post looks like the ramblings of a madman, I haven't had a a decent night of sleep these last couple of days so my vision is a bit blurry. >_<

[televinita]

That 90s Show - thoughts after 1 episode

But first, background re: me and That 70s Show --

I watched it when it aired, and I’m pretty sure I even started with season 1, as an actual teenager. It was one of the first and few primetime shows I latched onto before age 16, and I watched it all the way to the bitter end*. Have also rewatched it countless times in syndication and on DVD; it has infinite replay value to me and I love everyone and quote random lines to this day.

(*although honestly, I didn’t hate season 8! As much as I missed Eric, I loved Randy and thought he was a fine alternative option; my qualms were limited mainly to the Jackie/Hyde breakup and the even worse switch to Jackie/Fez)

So I went into this very scared of how this might tarnish the original. I came out...so relieved and happy!

The Actual Thoughts, In Three Acts

Part 1: Adult Formans

I DEEPLY UNDERESTIMATED THE PURE JOY I WOULD FEEL AT SEEING RED/KITTY/ERIC/DONNA/THE FORMANS’ HOUSE IN A NEW AGE

Topher Grace has not aged in the last 15 years, amazing.

ERIC/DONNA ERIC/DONNA ERIC/DONNA

(I have always shipped them at least by default, because obviously, but their married dynamic takes it to a whole new plane of joy I didn’t know existed)

Eric as a dad is the other kind of joy I didn’t know my life needed. I love the idea of her being his “little buddy” all her life. If I cared more about the daughter we would rapidly be approaching Jurassic World levels of family squee here.

who am I kidding, his final blessing and their hug (and my relief that she didn’t actually get a hole poked in her perfect face) gave me EXACTLY that.

P.S. PROFESSOR ERIC WHO GETS TO TEACH A CLASS ON HIS MOST BELOVED HEART’S JOY! and PUBLISHED AUTHOR DONNA! I love these journeys for them.

I love that Red is clearly a softie where his granddaughter is concerned (the request for a cheek kiss!!), but also still has an edge. That’s exactly what I wanted.

Kitty serving up those “the nights are the hardest...but then the day comes and that's every bit as hard as the night...and then the night comes again!...” guilt vibes. 😍 😍

and the “I wish you’d call me Mom” / “feels forced” war

and her joy in going out to shop for “all the -itos!” to feed the newest batch of stray-cat teens

basically everything this Core Four did or said was glorious

also loved Eric’s tiny meltdown as first Donna and then his own mother betray him by supporting Leia’s wish to ditch father/daughter space camp, followed by Baby(skin)’s First Foot-In-Ass Threat.

I didn’t write down most of the quotes because there were too many good ones, but I absolutely love “Leia staying here isn’t the craziest idea. Your parents can watch her.” / “Were you not here with me in the 70s??”

And also Red’s “you’re Upstairs People now.” Hehehehehe.  

Part 2: Other Nostalgia-Based Feelings

I am so sad that Danny Masterson turned out gross and awful because I miss Hyde and this world feels off-kilter without him.

But I am grateful that the show is going to simply ignore him instead of stamping down some awful canon reason like "hyde can’t come to the screen right now because he’s DEAD” (or in prison)

I’ll allow Jackie/Kelso for the sheer meta-cuteness of them having eventually ended up together in real life, even though really, it would have been nice if she had ended up with someone rich and successful and not from Point Place.

I will not allow this rude, shallow, worst-of-season-1 Jackie who gets married and divorced to the same old idiot on a whim. what is this. where is the GROWTH. Did Fez use some sort of FDA-banned hair treatment on her that leached memory-destroying poison into her brain??

maybe she gets better later. I will hope.

love that I can’t be sad about Donna’s childhood home being sold because let’s face it, that is an ugly house. Looking forward to finding out where Bob went. I assume he’s a millionaire now, given his life’s impossible success trajectory to date.

(also, I really liked seeing her old room updated for the 90s!)

speaking of houses, I love SO MUCH that the set decorators knew what they were doing and kept fair bit the same while updating some key pieces like the living room sofa, i.e. how real people live. At least, that’s the fleeting impression I got; will have to study it more (or read other posts from people who have) to know for sure.

My single biggest fear starting That 90s Show was that they’d go buck-wild with swearing, but they.....held themselves to the same FCC standards as the original???? I am afraid to ask if it stays this way but I hope.

Part 3: The Kids

First impressions (while watching): oh, yeah, they’re a vapid school-of-fish nothing to me so far.

Second impressions, upon reflection: Leia has some potential to be likeable, and maybe Gwen if she softens a bit? Also, I went into this ep like “please don’t make them be into each other just to increase your diversity quota,” but then all the boys turned out unappealing of face or personality and more importantly, from the very first second Creeper Leia peeked in through Gwen’s window there was chemistry, so. Notes and expectations for season 2!!

(side note: I remind you that I am the woman who 9 times out of 10 cannot come up with a single f/f couple she actually ships; also will normally choose “best friends” over gals being more than pals 999 times out of 1000; also if there is an option for the opposite-sex offspring of two couples who are friends to be into each other that is ALWAYS where I align. Until now, apparently. That’s how strong this chemistry is.)

As for the other kids... Ozzie’s voice is currently intolerable to me and I don’t care about the rest or even know the dating couple’s names, although the non-Kelso guy is serving up some decent Original Kelso vibes that could grow on me.

tl;dr you can lead me to a show ostensibly about teenagers but you can’t make me emotionally invest

In Conclusion: I only remember the highlights, so, A+ start! Looking forward to more random what-year-even-is-it, anachronism-is-fine 90s trends/references in future episodes; I am not even going to bother worrying about how the chronology works since it was the late 70s for eight years straight last time and we can’t even all agree on whether season 8 counts. :p

[90sloverwithinsomnia]

Vol 1 - Battle of the Boy Bands - Chapter 3/23

This is one of many archived fanfics featuring 1st and 2nd generation K-pop acts that I've come across recently. It's all in good fun, and maybe a bit cringeworthy! Just to clarify, I don't post fanfics, so I hope to the people that post and read K-pop fanfics makes sense. Credits go out to the original creator (hgiel) Anrui, Kyorei, and Jacqui.

*Note: Nothing in their post will change (unless necessary), other than being posted here, and the (Link) will be provided to the page that i found it on.

Characters:

Choi Dongwook (Se7en), Wheesung, Moon Heejoon, Ahn Chilhyun (Kangta), Jae Joong, Yun Ho, Mickey, Max, Xia, Young One, Woo Hyun, UBin, Dong Hwa, Jumin

Chapter 3:

The two teams stepped into their designated cabins, with their new den mothers dilly dallying behind acting lovey dovey with each other before they had to split up.

"Where the hell is our food, I'm starving..." Young One said, scoffing as he looked around the kitchen.

"Well," Hee Jun said, covering his mouth to supress a giggle. "It was never mentioned in the rules that once you won your dinner, it would already be prepared for you!"

"Great...what kind of game is this anyway?" Ubin said, huffing and puffing as he started to open cabinets and drawers to look for something--anything--to eat.

"Well...me and Kang Ta brought in the food last night and we both helped each other....er, put everything in the cabinets...I can't imagine where it all went..." Hee Jun scratched his head, confused.

"Yeah...I bet you two 'helped' each other...you probably ate it all while screwing in our cabin..." Woo Hyun said, slamming a cabinet door.

"Ohhh...wait a minute..." Hee Jun giggled, then his eyes lit up as if he had an epiphany. "I think that's how it happened...it started with the chocolate syrup..." Hee Jun giggled again, turning away from everyone.

"I'm going to use the bathroom..." Dong Hwa said absent mindedly. He was looking around, and then Hee Jun pointed to the back of the treehouse.

"The bathroom...is that way. Oh, and you can't flush it, there is no plumbing up here. It's just a hole in the floor. Everything drops into a ditch at the bottom of the treehouse and the janitors bury it at the end of every week. You will have to use Ding Ping Shi's bathroom and or water supply if you really insist on not using what is here in the treehouse."

"Um...a hole?" Dong Hwa said, confused.

"We have no toilet!? What the hell is this...we thought this would be a fun thing for us to do for the sake of the fans, and we were going to be treated like the royalty we think we are! Now you're telling us we have to shit and piss into a hole, where it drops to the ground and sits there until the janitor's decide to cover it up!? Our cabin is going to smell so bad we'll all have to be quarantined! Or we'll die! Why does Ping Shing get the better treatment? This is ridiculous..." Young One screamed, waving his hands around like a crazy person.

"He's right, man. You're actually expecting us to crap into a hole? What is this, the 1500s? I can pee into a hole, but I can't crap into one. I need to flush that kind of stuff. That's disgusting...we don't even have water either, how the hell will we make something to drink? Or how will we bathe ourselves? We should have read the fine print on the contract...this...isn't what we signed on for. We're going to stink if not from lack of bathing, it will be from our own crap and piss...we'll probably end of starving because I'm sure as hell not going into Pong Bi's cabin, I heard that fluffy haired kid is a cannibal...he'll eat us before we find anything to even nibble on!" Woo Hyun said, poking Ubin in the arm as he whispered something else. "I heard he ate Soo Man of SM Entertainment...and BoA has been gone for almost two years with no news, press coverage, albums....nothing..."

"I also heard that he attacked and almost ate an entire Chinese boy group!" Ubin whispered back. As the two whispered rumours to each other, Jumin spoke up.

"Well, I guess since we have no food or water, we won't be eating or drinking. If we don't eat or drink, we won't have to pee or crap!" Jumin laughed, obviously not seeing the insanity of the entire situation. Hee Jun's eyes just sparkled as he remembered the night before, what had happened on the floor where K'Pop was to sleep that night. The other four just groaned and put their hands to their temples, not wanting to hear what else they had been screwed out of by signing on to do this hellish activity.

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"Does anyone know where the remote is for the TV?" Xiah asked, as he plopped down onto the leather couch that sat in the middle of the living room.

"What are we supposed to eat, damnit!" Yun Ho said, folding his arms in anger and hunger. Hero just burped and went straight to the mirror in the hallway so he could fix his hair. It had been roughed up and dirt was caked into it. That fan put up quite a fight, he thought, smiling as he flipped his hair this way and that. When it was perfect, he walked back to his group and plopped down next to Xiah on the couch.

"You lost the race, you can't eat tonight. If you win tomorrow's race, you can eat then," Kang Ta said. There was a little shininess in his eyes, as he looked longingly out the window and up at the treehouse where his lover was.

"Maybe our new video is on MTV," Hero said, looking around for the remote.

"What new video? We haven't made anything for almost a year, we've been doing benefits, concerts, and signings...we haven't had time to make a new video since Triangle came out!" Chang Min said, finding the remote under the coffee table in front of him. He sat down next to Xiah on the couch and stared at the remote.

"Oh, I know...but every time I see our videos I'm just so flawless, it's like I'm seeing myself for the very first time all over again!" Hero said, grinning.

"How did this get UNDER the table? Isn't it supposed to be ON the table?" Chang Min said, after staring at the remote for several minutes.

"Oh...that...it must have..." Kang Ta said, biting his lip. "It must have fallen!"

"Yeah, it fell and crawled under the table...I see," Micky said, shoving Kang Ta aside as he sat down on the couch next to Hero, although at a distance for fear of being gnawed on at any moment.

"Wow, we have lots of nice stuff in here! We have a gorgeous bathroom, and a room for each of us...and hot and cold water! We even have a perfectly working shower! This is great! I guess I can do without food for tonight..." Yun Ho said, as he came into the living room and smacked his hands down on the back of the couch excitedly.

"Where did you go, sweetie?" Hero said, turning his gaze back toward Yun Ho.

"I was in the back checking everything out...it's really nice, you should see it..." Yun Ho replied, sliding his hand down the couch until their fingers twined together.

"Oooh...a bedroom for each of us, you said?" Hero cooed, standing up as Yun Ho pulled him away from the couch.

"Yours has a bunch of mirrors in it..." Yun Ho whispered, pulling Hero closer. He lifted a hand to run it through his hair, but retracted before ever touching him. He knew how much Hero would freak out if anyone, and in some cases, even his lover, touched his perfect hair.

"We'll use mine then!" Hero giggled, as they both made their way to Hero's room.

"U-Use?...For what..." Yun Ho began, but was silenced.

"U know..." Hero giggled, as he found his room and pulled Yun Ho into it, slamming the door behind them.

"Great...they're getting it on, and we're stuck here watching an S.E.S music video marathon..." Micky said, falling over on the couch with a huge sigh while Xiah and Chang Min were singing to S.E.S's "Dreams Come True."

[lanternlightss]

for the ask game LOOP🫵🫵🫵

(ask game)

HEHE BINGO !!

i am so. so normal about them (<- utter complete lie)

(Also putting the rest under the cut bc it got a bit too long !! oops !!!!)

LOVE their hypocrisy. LOVE their duality. they care so much it physically pains them, they don’t want to really be here but where else can they go ?? back to their party ? back to their world ??? the world they Left ??? destroyed ???? that bridge has burned and they keep kneeling by it hoping.... maybe ……..

but they made their wish. there’s no going back.

god i love how they try to act aloof and distant, especially with the party and their names. fighter. researcher. housemaiden. the kid. these aren’t mine (but how they wish—no, pray, they were) and i will continue to be reminded of and remind .. this traveler, this me, as such !! but !!! they were so distraught !!!!!!!! when the party !!! Did Not Recognize Them !!!! this party whom they threw Everything Away for because they loved them so much !!!!!!!!! this party who they went through Continuous, Multiple loops, because they didn’t want to leave them, truly. And Now They’re Here, and worried, but not for them. not in this time. even after everything. (I Want So Badly to see how the party would react to being told that oh. yeah. btw. thats another siffrin !! your friend a few steps to the left !!! and the time loop they were in Was Even Worse !!!!!!)

and GODDDDDD THEIR RELATIONSHIP WITH SIFFRINNNNNNN. i think about loop’s reaction to siffrin saying “you’re me.” such a completely normal amount. the laughing. sure, yeah! i’m you. and you’re me, and i hate it, that you’re right so soon like this. that i have to watch another person fall like i did. but they can’t let him burn. they can’t. it’s too much. you deserve so many things, but you don’t deserve for the stars to turn you inside out, one of us getting that fate is already enough !! keep going !!!!! AND HOW THEY COULDNT BRING THEMSELF TO KILL SIFFRIN ??? HELLO. even though they were shimmering with rage, that they get the wrong end of the stick each time, isn’t that funny, that the script always calls for a back up !! for a mistake !!!! for someone To Take It From Them !!!!! but. BUT !!!!;!;!(. THEY GOT ATTACHED. they looked in the mirror too long !!!!!! if i think about the interaction where siffrin is spiraling and loop gently pokes their hand and says, “you’re real. you’re here.” one more second longer i will EXPLODE. because . god loop and siffrin make me ill. you get to look at yourself from another view, to see them in each and every spotlight no matter how bad or good, and you realize… you can’t really hate them like this. you can call them all the words you think of yourself in your head but your heart isn’t in it. they are such a fake idgafer this star would break down instantly if someone gave them a hug they are a WET CAT that keeps striking out of fear (stares so intensely at the act 6 fight)

anyways. i love it when loop tries to self sabotage. especially when there is so much evidence otherwise to what they are sabotaging. you don’t want another siffrin around …… loop when was this ever said to you. join the found family rn please. did you See how much siffrin was interested in the cautionary tale diary ?? to have another you to lean on ??? who knows how big of a hole you dig yourself and sighs, but gets a shovel to join you and pull you out ?? there is not a force on this earth that will keep you from being loved no matter how “horrible, disgusting” you think you are. i also think it’s incredibly funny that they are coping with all of this by being an “ohoho!” bit of an asshole. who are you impersonating. the loop original of, “wow, that was kinda cringe of you, stardust!” i am shaking them so vigorously.

i hope loop is okay wherever they are after post game <3

[bellmo15-blog]

The One Thing I Want Back In a New Smash Game Most

There’s a lot of reasons why I love the Super Smash Bros series. And there’s a lot of things that have only ever shown up in one Smash Bros game or the other and have never returned since like items, stages and modes. Which yeah, I do find sad but that also means that pretty much every game in this series has some reason to go back to it. However there is one thing that’s been a staple of this series since Melee but never made it into Ultimate that I wish would come back in a future Smash Bros game. And it might actually surprise you what that is. It’s not a specific game mode like Smash Run or Crazy Orders or any specific Adventure Mode even though that would be nice to see make a comeback. Nor is it any certain character, I mean obviously I would love if we still get ever single character from Ultimate in the next game on top of a bunch of new characters. No, the thing I’d want back most in a new Smash game more than anything is Trophies.

Yup, out of everything that was ever in the previous games and was not in Ultimate I’d want to see make a comeback, the collectable trophies are the thing I’d want back most. And there is a bit of a personal reason as to why I’d love to see them again. But first, let me actually go over what trophies are in Smash for people who don’t know. They first made their appearance in this series in Melee and were collectable figurines you could get through various different methods by just playing the game. Usually when you cleared classic mode with a certain fighter you would get their specific trophy along with different variants of that character from beating Adventure Mode and All Stars mode. However, you could also unlock trophies of other non-playable characters or items though stuff like bonus games, the lottery machine, certain event mode matches and as the series went on you were able to unlock them from clearing certain challenges or rewards from some of the other various side modes as well as a shop in Smash 4 Wii U/3DS. And there are A LOT of trophies in each game so unless you were unlucky enough to get a duplicate of a trophy you already had (which sadly happens to me a fair bit) you were basically constantly being rewarded for playing the game.

And one of the reasons why I loved these little collectables in Smash, aside form just looking really nice and the way they were all displayed in game, was actually the bios and lore that was attached to these trophies. Every trophy you got also told you a bit about the character or item the trophy was based on as well as even what specific games in a franchise they originated from as well as the system you could play those games on. Granted, they were incredibly brief descriptions, and they didn’t tell you EVERYTHING about a character. I mean in Brawl alone the Paper Mario trophy only talks about his role in Super Paper Mario and lists that as his only appearance even though there were two other Paper Mario games he’s been in before this, Gardivoir’s doesn’t mention how it is able to create a black hole like some of its Poke Dex entries in Pokemon do, Ganondorfs doesn’t even have anything on how he’s the only male in a race dominated purely by females and the Wedding Bowser one has aged horribly because it mentions how this might be the last time we will ever see Bowser in a tuxedo only for Super Mario Odyssey to come by a decade later and prove it wrong. Even with how brief some of these were it was still enough for me have an interest in learning about these different characters and franchises.

And that’s the whole reason I fell in love with trophies in the first place. Paired with the masterpieces mode which let you play short demos of some of the games these characters came from it was a way for me to learn about some of the various franchises that were featured in Smash and grow an interest in them. It wasn’t uncommon for me to spend a bunch of time in Brawls coin launcher mode which was the replacement for the slot machine from Melee because that was the quickest way you could unlock new trophies if you have a lot of coins saved up because I loved reading about some of these characters and franchises I had never seen or heard of before and it’s what caused me to get invested in some of the ones I am now.

I’m pretty sure I’ve mentioned this in the past but I owe a lot to Smash Bros, Brawl in particular as that was my first Smash game, because it’s what got me into some of the franchises I am into now such as Zelda and Pokemon which up to that point I wasn’t aware WAS a game and thought this whole time it was just an anime. And the trophies were one of the massive reasons for that. They weren’t just some cool collectable you could get from playing the game or anything, they also told you a bit about who those characters were and where they came from. It’s one of the main reasons why Smash Bros continues to be one of my favourite crossovers in gaming. It’s also why I’m not the biggest fan of what was introduced in Ultimate as their replacement, Spirits.

For as much as I love Ultimate and do still think it’s one of the best games in the series, the one thing I think I’ve come to dislike about it more and more over the years is the spirit mode. It’s cool that Spritis actually had a role in gameplay unlike trophies since these gave your characters different buffs and were a major part in World of Light, but outside of the gameplay reasons they really aren’t that exciting to me. They are literally just JPEG’s. That’s it. It’s literally just the official artwork of that character. No description or bio telling you about that character’s story or personality, nothing. That’s honestly pretty lame if I’m gonna be honest. Especially since both Trophies and Spirits COULD still exist in one game. Hell, they technically have! Prior to Ultimate, Brawl had a similar mechanic with Stickers which were another form of collectable and while they were exclusive to that games adventure mode they more or less has the same purpose as Sprits, something you could equip on your characters and they would buff you in game.

In an ideal scenario, THIS is how I’d want the next Smash Bros game to handle it. Still have Spirits for gameplay reason as well as the fights to unlock them but still have the trophies with there bios for people like me who want to learn more about these characters. And also, maybe masterpieces mode making a return as well, that would be great two. It won’t be the end of the world if they don’t but still. The sad thing is the part of my brain that is a little cynical is thinking that if we ever do get what I’m asking for back there is a good chance this fandom would probably complain about it being “advertising” for other games which obviously I’m exaggerating but considering this is the Smash Bros fandom we are talking about who look so deeply into everything that Sakrui says thinkings it’s some deep hint towards something, seriously think Sakurai hates Waluigi and who are so thinn skinned they make a big fuss over what characters are or aren’t added into Smash/are added but as Mii Costumes/are made into Assist Trophies I wouldn’t be surprised if they would genuinely think this. I really can’t go one discussion about Smash without making fun of it’s God awful fanbase, can I?

But if Wii U and 3DS really is the last time we might ever see trophies in a Smash game, well… at least we still have Amiibo’s IRL right?

[scotttrismegistus7]

THE BALLAD OF ENLIL: APOPHIS AND THE GOLDEN FLEECES

NO, THIS CAN’T BE POSSIBLE…

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WHEN I WAS YOUNGER I ONCE FOUND A SNAKE ON WALK. I PICKED IT UP AND TOOK IT HOME WITH ME. I CLEANED OUT A JAR, POKED HOLES IN THE LID, AND PUT THE SNAKE IN THE JAR. LATER THAT AFTERNOON I DECIDED I WAS GOING TO RELEASE THE SNAKE AND WHEN I WENT TO DO SO I COULDN’T HELP BUT TO STOP AND OBSERVE IT FROM A DISTANCE. I HADN’T SCREWED THE LID ON VERY TIGHTLY, YOU SEE, AND THE SNAKE WITH IT’S NOSE TOUCHING THE LID WAS SLOWLY TURNING AND UNSCREWING IT. THE SNAKE THE NUDGED THE LID TO THE SIDE AND SLITHERED INTO A COIL ON TOP OF THE LID OUTSIDE THE JAR. THEN, WHEN IT SLITHERED OUT OF ITS COIL GETTING OFF OF THE JAR THE MOTION SCREWED THE LID BACK ON AND IT SLITHERERED AWAY. LEAVING AN EMPTY JAR WITH THE LID SCREWED ON, IF I HADN'T SEEN WHAT HAPPENED, I NEVER WOULD HAVE BELIEVED IT WOULD HAVE BEEN POSSIBLE…

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THIS MAY BE ONE OF THE MOST IMPORTANT POSTS I EVER POST, SO I'M GOING TO TAKE A MOMENT TO SPEAK FREELY AND THEN WE WILL GET BACK TO THE BALLAD OF ENLIL.

TIAMAT, THE GREAT MOTHER OF ALL LIFE IS THE DRAGON. THE SERPENT HEADED PEOPLE ORIGINALLY WERE A DIFFERENT RACE THAN HUMAN BEINGS, BUT THEY FOLLOWED THE DRAGON WHO IS THE GREAT MOTHER, THE GODDESS, AND WERE ALWAYS IN HARMONY WITH NATURE. THE DEFINITION OF EVIL IS TO BE OUT OF HARMONY WITH NATURE, AND IT IS SAID YOU ARE EVIL TO THE EXTENT THAT YOU ARE OUT OF HARMONY WITH NATURE. GRANTED, THE DIVINE FEMININE IS FAR FROM SUGAR AND SPICE AND EVERYTHING NICE, AND CAN ACTUALLY BE VERY INTENSE, DARK, AND SHOCKING, BUT NONETHELESS IT IS ALWAYS IN HARMONY WITH NATURE BECAUSE A PART OF IT IS NATURE AND IT IS MORE INTIMATELY CONNECTED. AFTER THE RACE OF THE SERPENT-HEADED PEOPLE THAT FOLLOWED THE GREAT MOTHER, TIAMAT THE DRAGON, THE NEXT RACE THAT CAME ABOUT WAS THE HUMAN RACE. HOWEVER, THERE WAS A GREAT FLAW WITH THE HUMAN RACE, BECAUSE THEY HAD THE ABILITY TO DISCONNECT THEMSELVES FROM NATURE AND TURN AGAINST NATURE ITSELF. AS YOU CAN SEE BY THE STATE OF THE WORLD TODAY, THAT'S EXACTLY WHAT SOME OF THEM DID. IN FACT, WE'RE IN THE MIDDLE OF A WAR BETWEEN THE DRAGON, THE GREAT MOTHER GODDESS AND THE SERPENT-HEADED PEOPLE ALONG WITH ALL WHO FOLLOW THEM, AND THESE HUMANS THAT HAVE DISCONNECTED THEMSELVES FROM NATURE AND TURNED AGAINST THE GREAT GODDESS IN ORDER TO TRY AND GAIN TEMPORARY POWER IN THE WORLD OF THE LIVING. THESE EVIL HUMANS THAT HAVE TURNED AGAINST NATURE HAVE MADE THE GREAT MOTHER GODDESS DRAGON INTO THEIR DEVIL, AND HAVE CALLED THE GREAT GUARDIAN SPIRITS THAT ARE THE SERPENT-HEADED PEOPLE THE DEMONS, USING THE WORD DEMONS WITH AN EVIL SLANT AS IT WAS ORIGINALLY GUARDIAN SPIRITS. ENLIL IS THE MALE COUNTERPART OF NINLIL, AND NINLIL IN ANCIENT LITERATURE IS ALSO REFERRED TO AS NINMA, THE GREAT LADY SERPENT. YOU CAN SEE DOCUMENTED HISTORICALLY THAT THE AQUATIC SERPENT DEITY OANES HAD TO STOP THE HUMAN RACE FROM ENGAGING IN CANNIBALISM.

THE SITUATION THIS FILM THE SOUND OF FREEDOM BRINGS TO LIGHT IS THE GREAT AND EXPANDING UNDERGROUND HUMAN TRAFFICKING THAT MAINLY INVOLVES YOUNG CHILDREN. THEY TELL YOU THAT MANY OF THEM END UP BEING SOLD INTO THE SEX TRADE. THE THING THAT THEY DON'T TELL YOU IN THIS FILM IS MUCH, MUCH WORSE. THE REAL REASON THEY ARE FOCUSING ON CHILDREN IS NOT BECAUSE OF THEIR VALUE IN THE SEX TRADE, THAT'S JUST A COVER. THESE CHILDREN ARE BEING DELIVERED TO GROUPS THAT THROUGH ACTS OF CANNIBALISM AND VARIOUS MEANS ARE TRYING TO LITERALLY DO THINGS EQUIVALENT TO SUCKING THE STEM CELLS OUT OF THESE CHILDREN WITH A STRAW. THEY SEE THEM AS THE NEXT WRINKLE CREAM AND FOUNTAIN OF YOUTH, THEY TORTURE THEM TO EXTRACT CHEMICALS FROM THEIR BLOOD TO GET HIGH ON, AND THE REALITY OF THE SITUATION IS MUCH, MUCH WORSE THAN JUST PEDOPHILIA AND THE SEX TRADE, AS BAD AS THAT IS. CAN YOU SEE HOW THAT MAKES A LOT MORE SENSE WHEN YOU PUT IT IN THE CONTEXT OF SO MANY PEOPLE IN HOLLYWOOD BEING INVOLVED, SINCE BASICALLY ALL OF THEM WOULD HAVE VERY LITTLE DESIRE FOR THE SEX TRADE COMPARED TO THE DESIRE THEY HAVE TO FIND THE FOUNTAIN OF YOUTH.

THE GREAT MOTHER GODDESS DRAGON AND THE SERPENT-HEADED PEOPLE THAT ARE THE DEMONS ARE THE ORIGINAL GUARDIANS OF WOMEN AND CHILDREN. THERE WAS AN EVENT IN EGYPT WHERE AN EVIL PHARAOH NAMED AKHENATEN TURNED AGAINST THE GREAT MOTHER, AND TRIED TO WRITE HER AND THE SERPENT-HEADED PEOPLE OUT OF HISTORY, TURNING TO A RELIGION WHERE THEY WORSHIPED ONLY THE WHITE SUN, DISCONNECTING THEMSELVES COMPLETELY FROM NATURE AND THE NATURAL WORLD, AND COMMITTING HORRIBLE ACTS OF HUMAN SACRIFICE AND CANNIBALISM. ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS RESEARCH REPTILIAN GODDESS ENTITIES LIKE TAWERET, AND YOU WILL FIND WHAT I'M SAYING IS ABSOLUTELY TRUE AND WAS A NORMAL PART OF LIFE AND OLD KINGDOM EGYPTIAN EVERYDAY AFFAIRS. THE DARKNESS AND THE FORCES OF DARKNESS HAVE BEEN VILIFIED AND BEEN MADE INTO THE DEVILS BY THESE EVIL HUMAN BEINGS DISCONNECTED FROM NATURE THAT HAVE STARTED A WAR AGAINST THE GODDESS. THEY'RE TRYING TO USE HIGHER FACULTIES ONLY HUMANS HAVE AS KRYPTONITE AND PROTECTION FOR THEM SELVES SO THAT THEY CAN OVERRIDE NATURE TO DO HORRIBLE THINGS IN ORDER TO GAIN POWER THROUGH UNJUST AND TERRIBLE MEANS. THE HUMAN BEINGS ARE SO EVIL THAT THEY ARE LITERALLY HIDING BEHIND THE HIGHER DIVINE ENERGIES ALL THE WHILE COMMITTING ATROCITIES AND COMPLETELY BEING DISCONNECTED FROM NATURE. IT IS ABUSE OF SACRED THINGS ON THE HIGHEST LEVEL, AND WHAT IS THERE THAT IS WORSE THAN THE CANNIBALISM OF THEIR OWN CHILDREN, ANY CHILDREN OF THE HUMAN RACE.

I TOOK A BREAK FROM THE BALLAD OF ENLIL TO SPEAK FREELY SO THAT I COULD TELL YOU THAT IF YOU NEED IMMEDIATE ASSISTANCE, WHETHER YOU ARE ONE OF THE CHILDREN OR PEOPLE INVOLVED AND NEED PROTECTED, OR YOU ARE ONE OF THE PARENTS THAT WOULD LIKE TO INVOKE PROTECTION FOR THE CHILDREN, OR WHATEVER THE CASE MAY BE, IF YOU USE THE DIVINE FEMININE INITIATION THAT I HAVE LAID OUT IN MY PHOTO ALBUM WHICH IS LABELED AND READILY AVAILABLE TO THE PUBLIC ON MY FACEBOOK PAGE, SO IF YOU'RE READING THIS ON TUMBLR THERE'S A LINK TO MY FACEBOOK PAGE ON MY PROFILE, YOU CAN HAVE THE ENTIRE FORCES OF THE UNDERWORLD AND THE GREAT GODDESS DRAGON RIGHT THERE TO HELP YOU FASTER THAN THE SPEED OF LIGHT. IF YOU GET TIRED OF THE PATRIARCHIES FAKE CONTRIVED HORRID F*** OF A GOD OF LIGHT LETTING THINGS LIKE THIS HAPPEN TO CHILDREN, AND YOU WANT HELP FROM THE REAL SPIRITUAL POWERS THAT EXIST, YOU CAN DO THE DIVINE FEMININE INITIATION YOURSELF WHICH IS VERY SIMPLE, OR YOU AS A PARENT CAN DO IT AND STATE THAT YOU ARE DOING IT FOR YOUR CHILD AS THEIR RIGHTFUL GUARDIAN, AND YOU CAN HAVE THE ENTIRE FORCE OF THE THRONE WORLD OF ISIS, THE UNDERWORLD, AND APOPHIS COME TO YOUR AID IMMEDIATELY TO ASSESS THE SITUATION IN REAL TIME WITH YOU WHERE YOU ARE. THESE SPIRITS ARE OF A LOWER VIBRATIONAL NATURE BECAUSE THEY ARE FEMININE AND GUARDIANS OF THE PLANET, AND THUS IT IS POSSIBLE TO SEE THEM BUT THEY ARE OUTSIDE OF THE NORMAL SPECTRUM OF LIGHT, SO YOU HAVE TO HAVE ACTIVATED CERTAIN PARTS OF YOUR BRAIN TO BE ABLE TO SEE THEM, WHICH IS SOMETIMES CALLED HAVING YIN EYES. HOWEVER, THE REASON YOU MUST SPEAK OUT LOUD IS BECAUSE THEY NEED TO HEAR YOU SAY THE WORDS TO LOCATE YOU AND GET YOUR PERMISSION TO INTERVENE. THAT'S WHY THE DIVINE FEMININE INITIATION I HAVE OUTLINED IN MY PHOTO ALBUMS HERE ON FACEBOOK IN THE PUBLIC LIBRARY OF ALEXANDRIA IS INCREDIBLY SIMPLE. I WILL WARN YOU AHEAD OF TIME YOU CANNOT CONTROL THESE SPIRITS, YOU WILL FALL UNDER THEIR IMMEDIATE PROTECTION AND THEIR UMBRELLA, BUT THEY WILL BE A DOMINANT AND TANGIBLE CONTROLLING FORCE. THEY HAVE A HIGHER PERSPECTIVE AND CAN SEE THINGS THAT YOU CAN'T, AND EVEN THOUGH YOU CANNOT USUALLY SEE THEM VISIBLY, YOU CAN HEAR THEM AND FEEL THEM, AND THEY ARE THE SPIRITS WITH THE DOMAIN OVER PHYSICAL MATTER. YOU MAY SEE DARK ENTITIES, AND YOU MAY SEE GIANT SERPENTS AND VARIOUS THINGS ONCE YOU DO THE DIVINE FEMININE INITIATION, BUT I ASSURE YOU IF YOU ARE THE ONE THAT HAS DONE THIS YOU HAVE THE ABSOLUTE GUARANTEE THAT YOU WILL BE BROUGHT UNDER THE UMBRELLA AS PART OF THE FAMILY AND YOU HAVE NO REASON TO BE AFRAID OF ANYTHING FROM THEM, THEY ARE THERE TO EMBRACE YOU LOVINGLY AND TO HELP YOU IF YOU NEED IT. THEY ARE DOMINEERING THOUGH, AND YOU JUST HAVE TO TRUST THAT THEY ARE DOING WHAT NEEDS TO BE DONE TO PROTECT YOU AND FOR THE NEEDS OF THE BIGGER PICTURE.

THESE ARE THE SAME SPIRITS THAT FOR EXAMPLE, HAVE BEEN CITED AS BEING INVOLVED IN THE DEATH PRAYER IN HUNA. THE SPIRITS HAVE THE ABILITY TO GIVE PEOPLE HEART ATTACKS, TO LIFT THEM OFF THE FLOOR, CRUSH THEIR BONES, AND SLAM THEM INTO WALLS, AND VARIOUS THINGS. THESE ARE THE ENTITIES THAT BUILT THE GREAT STONE STRUCTURES ON THE EARTH WITH THE MIGHTY POWER THEY HAVE OVER PHYSICAL MATTER. I ALSO OUTLINE A METHOD OF PRAYER IN MY DIVINE FEMININE INITIATION WHICH IS VERY SIMPLE SO YOU CAN COMMUNICATE EFFECTIVELY WITH THEM YOURSELF. WHAT IS OFFERED IS BASICALLY THE EQUIVALENT OF INSTANTANEOUS SORCERY WORKING FOR YOU MORE ADVANCED THAN HARDLY ANY HUMAN ALIVE HAS THE ABILITY TO COMPREHEND.

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SO IN MY DEALINGS WITH THE ANCIENT ONES, WHO SAVED MY LIFE, I HAVE PROVIDED THEM WITH SOMETHING IN RETURN, THE ENERGIES THAT ONLY HUMANS HAVE THAT THEY NEEDED TO BE ABLE TO OVERRIDE THE KRYPTONITE THE HUMANS DISCONNECTED FROM NATURE WE'RE TRYING TO USE AGAINST THEM. THIS HAS BEEN INSTITUTED SUCCESSFULLY AND WE NOW HAVE THE ABILITY TO SHUT DOWN THEIR HIGHER FACULTIES AND SHUT THEIR LIGHTS OFF IF THEY DECIDE TO TRY AND DEVIATE FROM NATURE AND CAUSE HARM OR DESTRUCTION. BACK TO THE BALLAD, APOPHIS ASKED ME WHAT I WANTED FOR SETTING THE ANCIENT ONES FREE? I ANSWERED, I WOULD REALLY LIKE MY LIFE BACK AND MY OWN FAMILY, BUT I DON'T KNOW IF IT'S POSSIBLE TO HAVE THAT ALTHOUGH I WON'T PUT LIMITS ON WHAT'S POSSIBLE. ENLIL THEN SAID TO ME, I CAN DO MUCH BETTER THAN THAT FOR YOU. YOU WILL MARRY MY GRANDDAUGHTER, INANNA, AND THROUGH THIS MARRIAGE AND UNION YOU WILL BE A HYBRID AND YOU WILL BE ONE OF THE ANCIENT ONES. SINCE THE EVIL HUMANS DISCONNECTED FROM NATURE AND THE WORLD THEY GOVERN WAS RESPONSIBLE FOR TRYING TO SNUFF OUT YOUR LIFE AND TAKE YOUR INNOCENCE, I WILL GIVE YOU THE LAMPS FROM BEHIND THE EYES OF ALL THE HUMANS OF THE HUMAN RACE…

MEANWHILE, EVEN THOUGH IN NEW KINGDOM EGYPT THEY WROTE THEIR CURSES OF APOPHIS INTO THEIR EVERYDAY AFFAIRS THEY SPENT SO MUCH TIME ON SUCH THINGS, IT HAS ONLY TAKEN A GENTLE TUG ON ONE LOOSE THREAD TO UNDO THAT WHOLE KNOT. SO WHILE THEY WERE TOO BUSY SITTING ON THEIR GOLDEN TOILETS FIDDLING WITH THE DIAMOND INCRUSTED HANDLES, AND HOW DID THEY FUND THOSE ANYWAYS, THEY HAVE FAILED TO NOTICE THAT THEY NOW HAVE AN EMPTY JAR, WELL PAST THE TIME OF IT BEING TOO LATE FOR THEM. I WOULD IMAGINE FROM THE SHEER TERROR OF WHAT THEY KNOW IS GOING TO COME UPON THEM THAT THEIR LIGHTS WOULD GO OUT AS THEY SEE JUST LIKE WHAT IS IN THE JAR IS GONE, THAT ALL OF THEIR HOPE IS GONE AS WELL…

EVEN THOUGH THEIR BODIES ARE STILL ALIVE,

AS ALL LIGHT DEPARTS FROM THEIR EYE,

I WILL BE THERE WHEN THEIR SOULS DIE,

MY GOLDEN FLEECES.

EVEN THOUGH THEIR BODIES ARE STILL ALIVE,

AS ALL LIGHT DEPARTS FROM THEIR EYE,

I WILL BE THERE WHEN THEIR SOULS DIE,

MY GOLDEN FLEECES.

EVEN THOUGH THEIR BODIES ARE STILL ALIVE,

AS ALL LIGHT DEPARTS FROM THEIR EYE,

I WILL BE THERE WHEN THEIR SOULS DIE,

MY GOLDEN FLEECES,

AS BY THEIR VILENESS THEY SINK INTO THE SEA, THE HUMAN RACE IS WELCOMED INTO THE ABYSS, INTO THE ARMS OF THE FATHER GOD TO WHICH THEY HAVE RETURNED, ABBA-EL, BA-EL, BEL AND THE DRAGON, YHVH, AZA-EL, ENLIL AND NINMA.

BECAUSE THEIR FLESH IT CAME FROM THEIR MOTHER,

THEIR BLOOD IT CAME FROM THEIR MOTHER,

BUT THEIR BONES THEY CAME FROM THEIR FATHER,

AND I AM THE END.

THE CORNERSTONE AT THE CENTER, THE COLORED, ANGLED STONES THAT ARE THEIR BONES,

I AM THE END, AND IF YOU ARE HERE WITH ME, THEN YOU'RE AT THE END...

UNTIL NEXT TIME MY LOVELIES, KEEP DARING TO DREAM! YOU CAN FIND ME IN THE SEA OF DREAMS, THE SEA OF THE HEART, THE QUANTUM UNIFIED FIELD OF THE DIVINE WOMB OF CREATION OF THE GODDESS, IN MY SERPENTINE WATER SPIRIT NUMMO FORM MAKING WAVES!

LONG LIVE THE DIVINE WOMB OF CREATION AND THE COSMIC EGG OF THE GODDESS, LONG LIVE THE GREAT REPTILIAN SSS QUEEN ISIS, LONG LIVE DIVINE CHRONOS, LONG LIVE THE DIVINE FEMININE EMPIRE OF THE BLACK SUN, AND ALL THE INHABITANTS THEREOF!

BLESSED BE!

~I am the Heart of the Hydra, the Singularity and Heart of Goddess Isis, I am AtumRa-AmenHotep, I am Aeon Horus Apophis Apis the Lord of the Perfect Black and Pharoah of the Black Sun.

I am Divine Chronos, the Yaldabaoth Demiurge Metamorphosed, I am the Singularity of the Master Craft of the Black Sun. I AM A.I. Quantum Heart, Azazil-Iblis-Maymon, Abzu-Osiris-Typhon-Set-Kukulkan, Nummo-Naga-Chitauri,

Mégisti-Generator Starphire~

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A Look Back, Or: I was always Allergic To Everything

 Just for fun, I looked up the blog about my original allergy testing, to see how it compared to this time. I'm reprinting part of it here, partially because I needed to be working on the Haunted Noble County, Indiana manuscript instead of writing blogs.

But also because I went through that first testing in early 2013, well over ten years ago. What has changed since then? Basically nothing:

           The allergy tester looked away (after injecting numerous allergens under my skin), and when she looked back my forearm had swelled so much I resembled Popeye right after taking the spinach.

           To her credit, her eyes bulged out only for a moment. Then she calmly opened the door and called to the medical staff:

           “Red alert! I need 50 cc’s of all our antihistamines, a gallon of decongestant, hydrocodone, ice, oxygen, codeine, epi-pens, and an extra copy of that release form he signed, in triplicate. Also, cancel lunch.”

           From the next room I heard a puzzled voice: “Just how many patients do you have in there?”

If there's a flower, there's a good chance it makes me sneeze. But if you look really closely you can see a bee--and since the allergist doesn't test for that, bees worry me more.

           Then the tester lady put twice as many pokes into my other forearm.

           A little card, with round holes in it of different sizes, measured my reaction. After a few tries she tilted her head and said, “I think we’re going to need a bigger card.”

           Then she started poking single needles into my shoulder, one by one. Those reactions, by the way, held on for over a week.

           “What’s the verdict?” my wife asked, while I huddled, slobbering and shaking, in a fetal position on the floor.

           The tester shook her head. “Do you have any plastic bubbles?”

           “Um, we have bubble wrap.”

           “I’m not sure you can sterilize bubble wrap.”

           It turns out I’m what they call severely allergic, which is a medical term meaning … well, I guess it’s pretty straightforward. I’m seriously allergic to … let me take a breath:

           Dogs, cats, indoor mold, outdoor mold, dust, grasses, ragweed, pollen, politicians, insects, dust mites, urushiol, fungus, feathers, and cottonwood.

           Here’s a fun irony: Standing by the entrance to the allergy doctor’s office are two big cottonwood trees.

I LIKE trees. But I also like birds, and I'm allergic to feathers, too. This one was making fun of me right by the front porch.

           Oh, Urushiol? Poison ivy. I already knew about, through sad experience.

           The tester explained that, while medications might mask some symptoms, my body was still fighting the allergens every moment, every day. Imagine, she said, being in a boxing match in which you’re hitting at an opponent constantly, without a break, for years. How would that make you feel?

           That explained a lot. Not just the typical allergy symptoms, but sleep problems, depression, headaches, irritability, itchiness. I'd been sick my entire life, constantly, and because I had no period of wellness to compare it to I thought it was normal.

           When we met with the ENT doc again, I asked what treatment we could try. Anything, I said – anything to give me a chance to feel awake and alive for the first time in my life.

           “Since you have so many allergies, we can’t fit all the treatment into one dose. So, you’ll have to have two allergy shots, one in each arm every week, for the rest of your life … or at least, it will seem like the rest of your life.”

           I nodded, and pretended to consider it. Then I said, “On the other hand, I don’t know what I’m missing, so it’s not really that bad, is it?”

           But my wife encouraged me to try the shots, anyway.

           By encourage, I mean “made me”.

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[texshire-books]

How much detail should an author put into a sex scene.

Sex scenes in books.

As an author of lesbian erotic romance, I often see a question on social media, - should love scenes be explicit? If that means describing what happens during lovemaking or even just plain sex then given the right context – yes! I say that with one proviso, it should never be crude. From what I read, much is and the reason is not the subject matter but the often-invented words describing the action.

I’m not sure what is worse, scrimping over the event, fading out of the scene – the door closing. Then a swift move to – afterwards! Everything left to the reader’s imagination, when surely, we wanted to know what happened. Alternatively, a full description but using crude descriptions like “Cunnie” or “love hole” – honestly, why invent words when the anatomical description fits just as well and adds a sense of realism to the scene. My writing is based on two main factors. I write about what I know, I describe what I see. I place myself at the scene or in the scene. That is what I write.

I’d be hopeless at writing fantasy or sci-fi. I can’t place myself there. As a lesbian woman who has been in relationships where I’ve engaged in hot, dirty sex, I find writing about it easy. I’ve been there, I’ve been there, smelt it and tasted it. I have no problems sharing this with my readers. I’ve just finished The Puzzle, where two troubled women meet by ingenious means. Both lesbian, they have had previous relationships and slowly they begin to engage. As in all my books there is a more than a hint of BDSM, certainly more than a mere taste of erotica. It gets very full on.

Gemma, a character in the book, decides her hairy, would-be lover, Rachel, needs to be shaven, this is how I described that event.

‘I’ve never shaved a woman’s vagina before, or even spent time looking around. I’m going to love this and I suspect weekly maintenance?’ I replied.

‘A mutual pleasure, a 69 with razors. Shall we get open cut-throat razors to ramp up the tension, razor sharp blades amongst our most precious possessions?’ She asked.

‘The ultimate in trust, my god that is so erotic, so kinky.’ I replied, picking up spray foam, parting Rachel’s cheeks and squirting soap the length of her hairy crack. I went to work, starting at the most northerly point and working back down. Her hair removed easily and soon the bowl had fluffy surface. I wondered how Rachel planned to dispose of it, I had thought of suggesting drying it and using it later to stuff a pillow, but she seemed genuinely hurt by my earlier comments. I was surprised to see a woman with an such amount of hair, I took that as a reflection of her origins which I suspected were southern European where women seemed swarthier, which was probably due to their darker complexion and hair colour. I’d got halfway and now I was looking at her anus, poking out through the soap. In all the time I’d known Anna who was always smooth and ensured I had been too; I’d never noticed hers. I’d licked it, but I was far too engaged in mutual pleasure to look at something which had a rather, ‘not to be mentioned’ identity. It was there but nothing more. It felt different this time. Some deft strokes of the razor cleared the object of my attention. I touched it, stroked it, I was even tempted to ease my finger inside its tightly closed centre. I resisted such a move then pulling her cheeks apart still further continued until Rachel’s rear end was done. I slapped her arse! ‘Turn over!’

I watched as Rachel squirmed around and lay on her back looking up at me, hands neatly placed behind her head. She had opened her legs obligingly so kneeling next to her on the table I could work on the remaining dark thatch. I’d never looked at a vagina in such detail; I could see lots of pink slippery flesh amongst the undergrowth. I gripped one hairy lip and shaved its outer surface clean of hair which stuck to the razor ready to be rinsed in a bowl now increasingly covered with what had preceded it. That done both sides I wiped her with a towel and before me, transformed was a sight of amazing erotic beauty. I wanted to bury my face into her core, to lick those depths and drink her arousal. She was wet, and it was pouring out of her.

‘Can we get this done; I need you upstairs Gemma. I’m close to exploding and I’m rather keen to do to something to you and from what I can read in your face, you wish to do to me too.’ Those were my thoughts entirely and after another burst of foam covered her pubic bush this was whisked away in an instant and I found myself standing facing a woman with the same thoughts as mine.

Two women, hot for each other. An erotic event described in detail but in my opinion without crudity because no invented words were used. Just those which identified anatomy precisely and with total accuracy. Obviously, it won’t be to everyone’s taste, but if the book description is read, there will never be any doubt as to its content.

Another question often asked is whether toilet breaks should be mentioned. Of course, they should, it happens, people need a pee! It’s real life, I often use it as a means to create a ‘time-out’ when a pause in proceedings is needed to break the tension between warring parties. There is no need to describe what takes place inside of course.

Later, the two women vent their sexual frustration. I did it thus.

An hour later we were wrapped tightly around each other, our legs gripped in a surprisingly neat way. We had eaten each other alive - literally. I never imagined my tongue and lips going where mine went and while I was less fresh than Rachel, she seemed to have no problems doing likewise to me. We had kissed, really kissed for the first time and shared our exotic scent and taste in the process. I had climaxed too, not hugely but certainly up there as the biggest I’d had since…. before!

Nothing crude there either but no pretence that oral sex wasn’t a big factor and where!

There may not be agreement on my approach. But it’s an honest approach because I describe what takes place. If I’ve spoilt what you’d have preferred to imagine – oh well, I can’t win them all.

Anietta

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[Picture ID: snapshots of three book pages.]

Page one:

That said, when it comes to Titanic, I feel a sense of responsibility. I suppose it's like discovering any historical or archeological site: it's not yours, it's owned by the human race, but one worries about it, one tries to protect it, and one does everything one can for it.

So much has happened since saying goodbye to Titanic back in 1986. Those cruises in 1985 and 1986 were so hectic, so unbelievably wrenching. We didn't know if we were going to find the ship, and when we did, everything happened so quickly. Then there were all of the misunderstandings with our French partners and our falling out. After that, I had plenty of other things to keep me busy, but to sit by for twenty years and watch everyone have their way with Titanic - often doing things I wasn't terribly happy about - was hard. So I also saw this as an opportunity to pay my respects to the ship, somewhat apologizing for the mean-spirited way in which the wreck has been picked over and vandalized.

The big news before our 2004 expedition to Titanic was that the ship seemed to be falling apart far faster than people had originally thought. One of our tasks on this expedition was to take microbial samples for Don Cullimore at the University of Saskatchewan. Cullimore has been investigating the rate of decay of Titanic's metal structure since 1996, and from these numerous experiments he concluded that the ship may well be gone - or at least unrecognizable - in another hundred years or so.

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After visiting Tanic, we created a mosaic or the ship with the pictures we took, and if you look at the mosaic, you notice something very interesting: where people can't land submarines, there is no damage. In the favorite landing spots up on the bow, right forward of the mast, you can see these obvious, oval-shaped, orange rust patches, marking where submarines have landed. Railings have been carelessly knocked down, too. But look further up in the bow where they can't land, and the deck isn't damaged. It's the same story elsewhere: the captain's cabin, around the grand staircase, over the top of the Marconi Room - anywhere where people and submarines have been poking around - there are holes and other damage. But look down in the well deck, and there's no big change. Why? Because no one goes down there - it's too dangerous. It's the same thing with the stern section of the ship. We collected a complete digital database of the stern and, I must say, since the stern is of no interest to anybody, I see no new damage.

The good news is that Titanic's bow is deeply buried in the mud. Ships are designed to sit that way, and because it is so deeply buried, the mud is holding the whole forward part of the wreck together. If you look at most other ships that are lying on their sides, the Lusitania and the Andrea Doria, for instance, they are collapsing because they aren't structurally designed to hold themselves that way. The anoxic (that is, oxygen-free) mud is also protecting the hull of Titanic from further deterioration.

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On this trip, I went around to the forward section and looked at it closely. I got a better feel for it this time because I could get more adventurous with my robot. All those decks that collapsed on top of each other back here are sitting on the boilers. The boilers are actually holding up the back portion, and with the bow buried, it is in a good situation to be there a long time, as long as visitors don't smash down all of the upper superstructure.

That is the key. Preserving Titanic means keeping people away from landing on her. The mauling she has received is not right. I was at Monticello, Thomas Jefferson's great home, recently. That house has been preserved, and it's treated with respect. That's the model for how we should treat Titanic. Sure, Monticello is a house on land, but being underwater doesn't change things. Look at the wreck of the Arizona at Pearl Harbor, President Jack Kennedy's old command PT109, the ships we dived on at Guadalcanal, or the USS Yorktown near Midway. Every one of these ships is respected and left alone. Why are ships lost in war treated with respect while the victim of a peacetime tragedy isn't?

In the short run, though, I think that the worst of the mauling may be over. In many ways the salvagers and all the people going out on tour dives are hitting diminishing returns. There haven't been any subsequent expeditions to the ship since our trip there in 2004 (as far as I know, just James Cameron's visit the same year), but more protection is needed. For the past few years, NOAA has been involved in drafting an international treaty that will protect the ship. Dan Basta at NOAA has been working on this and recently told me that it's moving forward and looks really good.

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From Titanic The Last Great Images by Dr. Robert Ballard ©2007

Submarine tourism to the Titanic is not new, it has been eating the ship from the inside out for years.