#apens tag

[skanktank]

[potterhead0taku]

If there’s an upside to the comics fucking up with my head with all the timelines, restarts and alternate universes, it is the potential for chaos

The best part about DC canon being a sandbox is that you can combine different parts of different timelines into your Frankenstein ideal just to give Bruce Wayne more gray hairs

Observe

Bruce: Dick you know you’re 26 you can’t keep working as a gymnastics instructor on a volunteer basis you need a career.

Dick who has been working as a lawyer in nyc for 3 years now: hmmm yeah you’re totally right B maybe I’ll take some classes

Bruce: Tim you need to get your GED, I cannot allow you to give up on education at highschool.

Tim who got into ivy university and has been zeta-ing back and forth: …hmmm maybe I’m kinda busy

Bruce: I have no idea what Jason does in the day

Jason catholic priest Todd: … yeah I got nothing

-this shitpost was brought to you solely to remind everyone that JASON TODD WAS A CATHOLIC PRIEST IN ANOTHER DIMENSION THANK YOU

[lexa-griffins]

Clexanya threesome 👀

Its this au idea of Clarke and Anya joking about having the same girlfriend and then actually needing that fake girlfriend to go with them to a work event!!

And after Lexa charms everyone the three of them apens the night together which results in a baby that they both decide they don't care who it is and raise the baby with Lexa together 🥰

If you click on the clarke/lexa/anya tag i have a few clexanya au headcanons :D

[garotadoinverno]

Tags: overstim, fingering, oral, creampie, slight size kink?

Se alguém dissesse que algum dia ele realmente estaria indo para a casa de uma pessoa que ele tinha salvado um tempo atrás, provavelmente, ele iria dar risada e falar que essas coisas só aconteciam em filmes. Entretanto, desde que resolveu responder a coruja de Virginia, a informando que tinha interesse sim em sair com ela, suas folgas se resumiam em passar o maior tempo possível com a garota, fosse conhecendo mais sobre as diferenças entre trouxas e bruxos, fosse a conhecendo melhor, ao saber dos seus gostos, quanto nos momentos em que passavam trancados na casa dela ou na dele.

Ele sorri ao dar um beijo na menor, sentindo o gosto doce dos lábios dela, sem perder tempo ao arrancar a camisa dele que ela estava vestindo, e emitindo uma risada baixa quando ela repetiu o mesmo movimento que ele para tirar a própria camisa de Rocky, dessa vez, sentindo os seios dela colarem contra o corpo dele, quando retomaram o beijo. A mão dele desceu pelo corpo dela, encontrando o tecido de sua calcinha, enquanto deslizava o dedo por cima da região do clitóris. Ele adorava sentir a quase memória muscular dela ao esfregar o quadril contra os dedos dele, enquanto o beijo se tornava uma bagunça com os suspiros e gemidos que escapavam dela.

Ainda usava o tecido da calcinha para puxar e pressionar a buceta dela, os movimentos de seus dedos acelerando, enquanto via Virginia se contorcer nos travesseiros, com a mão livre buscando um de seus seios para pressionar e beliscar a região. Um sorriso ladino se estampou, quando a mão dela pegou seu pulso, o interrompendo, conforme sentia toda sua umidade escorrer entre seus dedos.

E ele poderia ter parado por aí, mas ele não ousava, ela merecia mais. Deslizou pelo corpo dela, distribuindo alguns beijos pelos seios da garota, até descer e se acomodar entre suas pernas. O sorriso ao ver a mancha molhada no tecido da calcinha dela, apenas cresceu em seu rosto. — Eu preciso tanto te provar, você aguenta mais uma, não aguenta?

As mãos foram na cintura dela, deslizando por suas pernas, até retirar o tecido molhado da menor, jogando em uma pilha qualquer ali do lado. Seu foco era sentir o gosto dela, a língua quente percorrendo e explorando toda a região, fazendo questão de sorver tudo o que ela lhe proporcionasse. Afundou dois dedos na entrada dela, vendo as costas de Virginia se arquear. Ele move os dedos na mesma velocidade com a qual a língua brinca com o clitóris dela, a explorando por dentro e por fora.

E quando ela choraminga, sabe que está perto de novo, até pela forma como ela prende os fios de seu cabelo, o mantendo preso ali, como se ele realmente quisesse sair dali e não estivesse trabalhando em ver quantas vezes ela conseguia gozar. Por isso, sua língua continuava explorando, sentindo seu gosto, até levá-la ao limite pela segunda vez.

A língua calmamente foi lambendo os fluídos dela, enquanto os dedos voltavam a afundar em sua buceta, dessa vez com movimentos mais fortes do que da outra vez, os dobrando para atingir o ponto exato em que precisava. Depositou alguns beijos na parte interna das coxas dela, como uma forma de alívio, para que ela pudesse respirar, para só então voltar a mover a boca contra ela. Pela forma como as pernas dela se contorciam e chutava, quase o expulsando dali, ele sabia que estava abusando da boa vontade e apenas ergueu o olhar para ter certeza que ela queria que ele continuasse. Quando não ouviu nada, sabia apenas que era reflexo do corpo dela e voltou a estimular o corpo da menor, até sentir seu corpo tremer pela terceira vez. Ele adorava ver a verdadeira bagunça que ocasionava a ela. As paredes pressionavam seus dedos que a fodiam com firmeza, e ele manteve os movimentos, até sentir o aperto que ela dava em seu cabelo mais forte, não que ele estivesse reclamando, e então ele apenas se afasta o suficiente, quando percebe os jatos de água que vem em sua direção, atingindo o rosto e o peito, o fazendo se sentar, apenas para poder deslizar o dedo pelo clitóris dela, fazendo círculos sutis, só para acalmar a região super estimulada, enquanto a outra procura a

camiseta, para se secar um pouco, enquanto ria. — Minha linda garota acabou de fazer um squirt em mim? — E só de olhar, sabia que tinha exigido muito dela. O corpo se inclinou para beijar ela e acabou murmurando próximo aos lábios da menor. — Tão gostosa, por mim, eu ainda te comeria de quatro, mas sei que suas pernas não iriam aguentar. — Ele brinca, empurrando as pernas dela para se dobrarem perto do peito.

E ele afunda o pau com tanta facilidade na buceta encharcada, que um gemido escapa no ato. Podia sentir as unhas dela se cravando na pele dele. — Porra. Senti tanto sua falta. — O sorriso permanece em seu rosto, enquanto puxa as pernas dela para envolver sua cintura. Ele continua batendo o comprimento, um estalo rítmico de seus quadris contra os dela, com as bolas logo atrás, se chocando contra a bunda dela. Não ficou surpreso quando sentiu os espasmos dela, pressionando o caralho dele, e isso, mais o combo pela forma como a qual ela o segurava, quase o impedindo de se mover, foi o suficiente para que os jatos a invadissem ali mesmo, com um gemido roubo escapando no processo.

Ele se inclina para depositar o beijo doce nos lábios dela. — Eu não queria estar em nenhum outro lugar que não fosse aqui ao seu lado. — O corpo se afastou apenas o suficiente para se jogar ao lado dela, com os braços longos se fechando em torno da cintura dela.

[idratherdreamofjune]

Unsolicited blanket webcomic rec!

Word to the wise... if you’re looking for something new and exciting to read to set the right tone for 2022, have I got a story for you! The Silver Eye - newly back to updating from a Chapter 1 revamp hiatus! If you’ve been waiting for the right time to pick it up, now is definitely that time.

  Starring: Short Earnest Angst Prince Apen, Redheaded Drama Child Enel, sisters Berlyne the Bold and Chara the Kind, and a certain masked craziness-monger currently known as Velvare. Also featuring Grump, MD, his peerless sister Idony, and the mysterious but radiant Ruya. Villains also on hand. You will find the Story and Art consistently entertaining, enchanting, and engaging. Emotional comfort not guaranteed. Testimonials available within, inquire at leisure. Or, simply see for yourself why it deserves your attention.

[pufflix]

hello, sorry for the tag! just letting active blogs that were following this blog know that I moved. it doesn't commit you to anything!! have a good one!

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departure

hello, this is moon! i'm leaving my blog due to it being shadowbanned. no biggie, i created a new one. if you want to check it out, here it is:

@beautifulchris

i'll probably repost some of my favorite fanfics there and new ones ofc!

thank you all for making the past few years worth it.

with love, moon

[skypalacearchitect]

Sandy Saeteurn grew up in Richmond, California, where Chevron’s massive 3,000-acre oil refinery reigns supreme. She’s no stranger to the refinery’s chemical flares, and she spent many of her childhood days home sick. She’s not the only one who has learned to link the refinery and the presence of illness in her community: A 2008 study (co-authored by Grist board member Rachel Morello-Frosch) found that almost half of all homes in the area had indoor levels of refinery-related particulate matter pollution that exceeded the state’s air quality standards.

Every day for nearly 120 years — longer than the city has existed — the refinery has processed thousands of barrels of oil. Its flares regularly paint the sky burnt orange before thick grey clouds of smoke cover the city. Chevron’s influence stretches beyond its pollution and the 3,500 refinery jobs it provides as the city’s largest employer — it also showers money on local elections and even runs a local newspaper, the Richmond Standard, which has been known to cast a positive light on the company.

Ever since Black residents first arrived in large numbers in the 1940s, people of color have been relegated into low-quality housing surrounding the city’s large industrial zones. Today the city, which is 82 percent non-white and home to large groups of migrants from Latin America and Southeast Asia, has worse air pollution than 94 percent of the country, according to data from the Environmental Protection Agency, which has cited the refinery for environmental violations roughly 150 times since 2016. The city’s childhood asthma rate is more than double the national average and, in the immediate aftermath of an explosion at the refinery in 2012, more than 15,000 people were forced to seek medical treatment for respiratory distress.

Chevron funds around one-third of Richmond’s annual budget through taxes and municipal services the company provides, which includes education and workforce development programs. When the company wanted to modernize its facility in 2008, it offered the city $11 million for the Richmond Police Department to “increase the number of police officers on the street,” according to a document outlining Chevron’s community benefits agreements with the city. The modernization project was eventually blocked after community groups sued the city for failing to do a proper environmental impact analysis, but a 2015 agreement between Richmond and Chevron ultimately set aside $2 million for Richmond police. Over the past decade, Richmond police have arrested hundreds for protesting the plant’s emissions.

As a child, Saeteurn and her family didn’t think to connect the Chevron plant and their disposition to illness. “Growing up there was a lot of explosion drills, and we never understood what they meant,” Saeteurn told Grist. “In elementary school, Chevron would come and have certain programs for kids, giving us money for books and school supplies. I left elementary school thinking ‘oh wow, Chevron’s a great company,’ when in reality they were slowly killing us.”

Saeteurn’s lighthearted view of Chevron didn’t last long. By age 14, she was a dedicated organizer and member of the Asian Pacific Environmental Network, or APEN, which is based in both Richmond and nearby Oakland. She’s used her struggles against environmental injustices to fuel her work, helping to organize influential campaigns such as the first-ever county-wide multilingual warning system, which now warns Richmond residents of looming chemical flares in Spanish, Chinese, Vietnamese, and Lao.

In response to questions from Grist, Chevron provided a statement saying that its Richmond workforce “takes its role as good neighbors seriously and continually works to reduce our environmental footprint and to improve reliability.” The statement listed modernization projects, such as a new hydrogen processing unit, which have contributed to reducing the site’s “air emissions by 86 percent over the last 40 years,” according to the company.

Because of the way issues like a growing housing crisis, immigration, and police violence intersect in the San Francisco Bay area — where more than 350 refineries and fossil fuel companies are based — Saeteurn and other organizers at APEN have been at the forefront of reframing the environmental justice movement to incorporate all aspects of residents’ encounters with their lived environments, whether that’s unwanted interactions with the police or gentrification and the displacement of poorer people from their home communities. This is a reimagining of the traditional focuses of environmental organizations that have long prioritized organizing around issues like toxic waste or access to public parks, while leaving issues like housing and criminal justice to different organizations.

“We think of environmental justice as being about how our communities get to be in relationship with our environment,” Alvina Wong, APEN’s campaign and organizing director, told Grist. “That means trees, air, and water — but also our neighborhoods, our homes, and how we get to be in relationship with each other.”

Saeteurn, a local political director with the group, said that this message resonates with the residents APEN serves.

“When the community talks about the environment, they’re not talking about clean air or water — what they’re really talking about is their struggles,” she explained. “So when we talk with the community about how the environment is impacting them, they’re not saying ‘oh yeah, Chevron’s in my backyard.’ They’re saying, ‘I can’t afford my rent. Oh yeah, the energy bill is going up and now I can’t afford food.’”

Besides continuing a long struggle with Chevron in Richmond, APEN has also been a crucial part of recent campaigns to move millions of dollars away from Richmond and Oakland police to do things like building new supportive housing for people experiencing homelessness and mental illness, as well as increasing residents’ access to healthy food through affordable markets. The organization has worked on recent campaigns for rent control and tenant rights in both cities, including mutual aid projects to crowdsource funds for rent and food for community members. It has fought to pass the Tenant Opportunity to Purchase Act, which would grant tenants two months notice and the first opportunity to purchase their home if their landlord plans to put their building on the market.

“Our work is trying to make the connection to a bigger kind of struggle related to racism,” said Saeteurn. “We’re here next to a refinery because of racism, which is the same reason why our members get stopped by the police or harassed on the streets. Environmental justice is about who we can call community, and what access we have to the environment around us.”

APEN came to fruition after a proposal at the First National People of Color Environmental Justice Leadership Summit in 1991, when summit participants noticed that Asian Americans and Pacific Islanders were largely underrepresented. The summit was attended by activists from everywhere from Puerto Rico to Vietnam and Laos, as well as other territories struggling with American chemical waste. During and following the American bombing of Vietnam and Laos in the 1960s and 1970s, thousands of Southeast Asian migrants fled to the Bay area and Richmond in particular. Connecting the dots between environmental injustices in America and the environmental fallout from American firebombing and the use of Agent Orange in their home countries, Bay area delegates decided to form an organization centered on the leadership of Asian immigrant and refugee communities.

“APEN is so successful because our organizing incorporates our cultural heritage and our own legacy fighting aggression and chemical warfare in our homelands,” Wong said. “For us, this memory of how our homelands were affected both physically and culturally by environmental violence and war allows us to really address the root causes of injustice.”

Since 1991, APEN has been an unstoppable organizing force, working to pass bills mitigating pollution, like SB32, which in 2016 laid the foundation for many greenhouse gas emission goals we see today. In 2018, they were part of a coalition that helped push Chevron to pay out a $5 million settlement for its 2012 explosion. Most recently, APEN helped spearhead the Reimagining Public Safety Task Force in Richmond, which just passed a reallocation of $10 million away from Richmond police to fund various community services. (In a short phone interview with Grist, Richmond Mayor Tom Butt acknowledged Chevron’s mighty role in city life and said that the city council is doing everything in its power to act as a counterweight to the fossil fuel giant.)

APEN is hardly alone in its expansive approach to environmental justice. It’s a member of the California Environmental Justice Alliance, which includes Bay area groups like Communities for a Better Environment, or CBE, and People Organizing to Demand Environmental and Economic Rights, or PODER. Two weeks ago, APEN, CBE, and PODER led Richmond’s participation in the 8th annual Global Anti-Chevron day of protest, drawing more than 100 people who participated in chants and painted murals in front of the refinery to protest the refinery’s emissions and hold it accountable for its alleged commitment to racial justice.

Denny Khamphanthong, an APEN community organizer who worked on the campaign to reallocate funds from Richmond’s police budget, says APEN’s approach to justice is not only about saving the environment around him, but also about building a safer future for his family’s next generations.

“What we’re all trying to do is build a better world so that our community can thrive,” Khamphanthong told Grist, “which requires our community to be funded and resourced in a way that feels most important to us, whether it be less police on our streets or less pollution in our air.”

[millionsknives]

after what i drew yesterday i was showing my sister more cursed images and she wanted me to do ‘that picture of the boy floating in the hallway but it’s enel and he’s not even floating he’s just standing there and his head touches the ceiling while apen runs away’ her brain is huge

[valiantarcher]

Tagged by @sunheart to list my ten favourite male characters - thank you! This seems an unfair request to constrain it to distill it to my absolute favourites, much less only ten, so I’m just going to list ten male characters I like from ten different works and leave it at that.

Faramir (The Lord of the Rings)

Shasta (The Horse and His Boy)

Apen Shephard (The Silver Eye)

Jacin Clay (The Lunar Chronicles)

Illya Kuryakin (The Man from U.N.C.L.E., both TV and movie)

Uncle Iroh (Avatar: The Last Airbender)

Bear (Fairy Tale Novels)

Kaladin Stormblessed (The Stormlight Archive)

Camillus Rufus (The Ides of April/The Roman Sequence)

Dym Ingleford (Enemy Brothers)

Tagging @worldwithinworld, @theworldiswhispering, @morfinwen, @idratherdreamofjune, @lover-of-the-starkindler, @lady-merian, @isfjmel-phleg, and @hollers-and-holmes, if they should so like.

[tseappreciationweek]

Hello! Welcome to the The Silver Eye Appreciation Week for 2022, running July 25-30! Trustworthiness and honesty appear to be part of the current conflict between Apen and Ayran, so we thought it would be interesting to take our prompts this year from a general theme of character traits and virtues. We're also doing something new this year with our secondary prompts: questions for you to answer and discuss in any way you like!

Prompts:

July 25: Trust OR Which character would you trust with a secret or with your most prized possession?

July 26: Honesty OR Which character would you want to advise you on a dilemma?

July 27: Hope OR Which character would you like to be around when it looks like the world is ending?

July 28: Faithfulness OR Which character would you task with finishing an important task for you?

July 29: Honor OR Which character would you trust to do the right thing, no matter what?

July 30: Free Day OR Answer any of the above questions for fellow Nerdarians instead of TSE characters!

There is a submission box which will be open, if you want to participate that way. When you post, please include a tag of @tseappreciationweek​ in the post itself and tag with #tseweek2022 in the first five tags.

If you have any questions at all, please drop a note in the ask box or refer to this post for more information.

We hope to see you in a month for TSE Appreciation Week!

[kanerallels]

Donicus Crossover ATLA (PLEASE ADD TOPH PLZ PLZ PLZ) Thank you!!!

It would be my honor-- here goes nothing lol!!!

Pairing: Marcus Lanum/Idony St. Claire

Word count: ??? I'm on mobile rn, I'll update this later. Somewhere in the 1000s

Tags/Warning: G rating (for glaring, at Marcus, from Noah). One minor injury and a little blood

Getting lost in Republic City was no joke. The place was absolutely huge, with a lot of streets and different buildings. It was also decidedly unhelpful when some people in your group (Berlyne, Apen and Noah) wanted to go watch pro-bending, while others (Marcus, Enel and Idony) wanted to find the library. (Chara and Joe were undecided.)

“I could have sworn we should have turned left back there,” Marcus muttered, studying the map he was holding. The whole group had paused on a street corner, and he and Apen were studying the map, trying to figure out where they were. Berlyne and Noah were nearby, mostly making unhelpful comments as Enel and Chara ignored the whole proceedings while excitedly pointing out parts of the city to each other.

As for Idony, she had her arm tucked around Marcus’s, her head tilted up towards the sunlight as she listened to the city. Marcus paused a moment to look away from the map at her, seeing the way the sun glinted off her golden curls and a soft smile turned up the corners of her mouth.

Then he saw Noah shoot him a glare, and hastily redirected his attention to the map, just as Apen shook his head. “No, we were supposed to go straight-- if that’s even where we are. I think we’re on this street.” He jabbed a finger at a different spot on the map.

“Impossible,” Marcus protested. “We passed the candy store on Main Street-- that was where we got off track in the first place because Enel was trying to drag us in there.”

“Yeah, and we went east instead of north.”

“No, we--”

Berlyne let out an exasperated sigh. “You guys have been arguing about this for the past ten minutes. Why don’t we just ask for directions again?”

“We don’t need them!” Marcus said, lifting the map. “I can figure out where we’re going. Now, where did we turn past the police station again?”

“I’m with Berlyne,” Irony said to Marcus’s dismay. “We should just ask how to get there. Enel!”

The copper-haired boy turned from the fire hydrant he and Chara were admiring. “Yeah?”

“Would you and Chara find someone who can give us directions, please?”

“On it!” Enel promptly darted out into the street with Chara on his heels. He’d barely made it two steps when Marcus heard someone shout, “STOP!!”

Chara froze, and Enel, who did not stop, slammed straight into the source, a tan-skinned young man around Marcus’s age. He had a ponytail, although his hair was shaved at the sides, and wore a blue tunic and pants and blue fingerless gloves. At his side he wore a long sword that Marcus recognized from his reading as a jian, and on his back was a strangely triangular-shaped sheath of some kind.

He squinted at Enel. “Oh. Good news, guys, he’s not actually on fire. That’s just his hair.”

“Which is exactly what we told you,” pointed out one of his other two companions. They were both girls around his own age-- one in green robes and armor, her face painted completely white, with red above the eyes and along her lips. The other girl was younger and a little shorter, clad in what looked to be a green jumpsuit of some kind, with a pale yellow overtunic. She was shoeless for some reason, and her bangs hung loose over her eyes, which-- Marcus did a double take-- were filmed over in a similar manner to Idony. Was this girl blind, too?

Shrugging, Berlyne said, “Well, it’s an understandable mistake when it comes to Enel.”

Enel shot her a wounded look as Apen blurted out, “Wait-- are you a Kyoshi warrior?” He was staring at the girl in white makeup, who looked surprised.

“I am,” she said.

“I’ve read about those,” Marcus said, his eyes widening. “Named for the mythical Avatar Kyoshi, who supposedly founded them. You’re made up entirely of women and wield weaponized fans.”

“I heard stories about you growing up,” Apen said, his eyes going glassy as he clearly slipped back to the past. “My si-- uh, people I knew hero worshipped you guys.”

“We’re honored, in that case,” the girl said with a smile. “I’m Suki. This is Sokka of the Water Tribe, and Toph Beifong.”

“Beifong? As in Lao Beifong, the business man?” Apen asked.

Folding her arms, Toph said, “No, as in Toph Beifong, greatest earthbender in the world. Get that in your head, short stuff.”

“Hey!” Apen looked offended as Toph whipped out an arm, pointing directly at Marcus.

“As for you, yes, I’m blind. Stop staring or I’ll throw you in the ocean. I have pretty great range as an earthbender, you know.”

“I wasn’t staring,” Marcus protested, and Sokka chuckled.

“First mistake-- Toph can sense when you’re lying.” Leaning over to Apen, he said, “She really is the best earthbender ever. Don’t tell her I said it, though, it would only go to her head.”

“I can hear you, bozo,” Toph said flatly.

“Oops.”

Swatting Marcus’s shoulder, Idony said, “Marcus! That’s rude! But-- you’re blind, too?”

“‘Too?’” Toph echoed.

“Oh, yeah-- Idony’s blind,” Enel said helpfully. “She’s with Marcus.” He punctuated the “with Marcus” by wiggling his eyebrows aggressively.

Choosing to ignore him, Marcus said, “I didn’t mean to be rude, I was just surprised--”

“Don’t care,” Toph said, waving a hand dismissively, and Noah snorted.

“I might actually be starting to like this earthbender. Here’s a question-- can you actually launch someone into the harbor, and do I have to choose between Enel and Marcus?”

“Noah!” Idony said, irritation flashing across her face. “You’re not launching them anywhere.”

Noah grumbled something under his breath, and Berlyne snickered.

“Better luck next time. You’ll just have to do it yourself.”

“You two are my kind of people,” Toph said with a grin. “Okay-- wanna see something cool?”

“Sure,” Berlyne said, looking intrigued.

Taking a wide, firm stance, Toph took a long deep breath. Then, lifting one of her feet up, she slammed it back down into the pavement at the same time as she jerked her hands upwards. A spire of rock shot up out of the ground at Sokka’s feet, catapulting him into the air. He let out a yelp of horror. “TOPH! NOT AGAIN!!!”

Gasps of shock flew around the ground, but Suki and Toph seemed unbothered. With another earthbending move, Toph brought another spire of rock out of the ground, catching Sokka a few feet from the ground. He let out a grunt. “Ow…”

“You’re fine,” Toph said, waving a hand dismissively. “Nothing’s even broken.”

“True. Maybe warn me next time you shoot me into the air, though?” Sokka suggested, sliding off of the rock formation and onto the ground. “And also please put our city’s streets back the way they were.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” Toph grumbled, bringing the rock towers back into the ground. They disappeared seamlessly, and she shrugged. “Well, it wasn’t the Earth Rumble, but still fun.”

“Wait-- did you compete in the Earth Rumble?” Berlyne demanded, and Toph smirked.

“Please, I owned the Earth Rumble. All those pansies went crying home once I was done.”

“Technically also true,” Sokka agreed. “I was there.”

“Tell me everything,” Berlyne demanded, and Marcus released a long suffering sigh.

Looking at Suki, he said, “I don’t suppose you’d be willing to give us directions? We’re trying to get to the library.”

“Pro-bending,” Apen corrected.

Grinning, Suki said, “I’ll see what I can do.”

The three of them moved to the side as Sokka began to give a play-by-play of the Earth Rumble, with Toph occasionally re-enacting moves. Finally, they were fairly certain they had a route mapped out.

“Okay,” Marcus was saying, “so we turn right here--”

He was cut off halfway through as Toph’s latest earth bending move sent rocks flying in their direction. One cracked into Marcus’s temple, and he crashed to the ground with a yelp of pain.

He heard a shout of concern that was probably Enel’s, a snort of amusement that was definitely Noah, and then Idony called his name.

“Marcus!”

She was by his side seconds later, kneeling next to him. “Are you okay?” she asked, a gentle hand touching the side of his face.

His eyes lingering on her face, Marcus felt his heart rate pick up slightly. “I’m, uh, better now,” he managed. “Much better.”

A smile crossed Idony’s face. “You must have been hit hard to be flirting in front of my brother.” Leaning down, she planted a kiss on his forehead, and if Marcus hadn’t been seeing stars before, he was now. “That always makes it better,” she told him.

“Definitely,” Marcus agreed.

He heard a strangled noise from above them, and glanced up to see Apen pointedly looking away from him. “Uh, you okay?” he asked, a slight grin crossing his face.

“You’re way too entertained by this, aren’t you?” Marcus said with exasperation.

“Maybe a little.”

As Apen and Idony helped Marcus to his feet, Sokka came hurrying over. “Ooh, that looks like a nasty cut,” he said, and Marcus lifted a hand to his temple, feeling blood. “Tell ya what, we’ll have my sister Katara look at it. She’s an expert healer with her water bending-- DEFINITELY don’t tell her I said that.”

“Wait,” Apen said, his eyes growing even wider. “Your sister is KATARA???”

"The famous healer?" Marcus said, impressed.

Letting out a groan, Toph said, "If they start swooning over someone every five minutes, it's gonna be a long day."

"And they don't even know that Katara's boyfriend is the Avatar," Sokka observed.

"He's WHAT???" Apen gaped at them.

"Yup. Swooning," Toph said with a sigh. Shooting Marcus and Idony-- who was still standing very close to him-- a look, she added, "And that's not even the only kind of swooning around her."

Noah looked like he wanted to gag, and Marcus almost protested. But then Idony slipped her hand into his, and. Well. Toph wasn't exactly far off. And he definitely didn't mind.

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#5

TSE Appreciation Week Day Six

Hi. It is Day Six. No exclamation marks today, for the week is over and it is a sad occasion. I hope you like it. Also, I noticed that I accidently titled yesterday’s post “Day Four” when it’s supposed to be “Day Five.” Oops. 

Enjoy.

Laura Hollingsworth sat down at her computer, fingertips poised over the keyboard. She heard a whine from under her chair, and looked down to see a fluffy dog staring back at her.

“No distractions, Gwladys. Now that the Hiatus Secundus is finally over, I'm writing the script for Chapter 21.”

Gwladys whined again, and Laura gave her a treat.

“Now go sleep or kill a lizard or something. I'm busy.” She gave the dog a little scratch behind the ears, and firmly patted her on the rump.

“Shoo.”

Gwladys left the room. Laura turned back to her keyboard. She yawned, and looked at the clock.

“My, it's a late to be writing, but I want this finished today. I guess I'll just sleep in a bit tomorrow.” she said to no one in particular. She took a drink of water, and began to write.

CHAPTER 21

CLIMB

APEN: *Looks up at Ayran, shocked * Ayran Greenway? Fabled Nedarian architect and designer of Greenway?

AYRAN: *Carswell Thorne grin * The very one.

BERLYNE: *is not impressed * What are you doing here, Mister Greenway, and where is “here” anyway?

AYRAN: We are in an old city that I made centuries ago. It's quite embarrassing, really. Looking at the stuff I made ages ago.. *cringes * Ugh.

JOE, CHARA, AND MARCUS: *run into the room *

JOE: *sees Berlyne and Apen on the floor and rushes over to check on them*

CHARA: Berlyne! Apen! Where have you been all night? We were so worried about you.

MELLY: *runs over and licks Apen's face *

APEN: Melly! You're all right! Thank heaven.

BERLYNE: We went wandering and got lost. Then, *glares at Ayran * this man attacked Apen, so I stabbed him. *is pleased *

CHARA: *is disturbed * BERLYNE, what have I told you about stabbing people?

BERLYNE: *is unremorseful *

JOE: *walks up to Ayran * I don't appreciate you attackin' my so- er- daughter's boyfr- er-- the person to which I am a father figure.

AYRAN: Oh, yeah, buddy? What'cha gon' do 'bout that?

JOE: Nothing, because I am a pacifist. But I will glare at you. *glares at Ayran *

MARCUS: Oh no! Not the glare!

APEN AND CHARA: The glare!!!

BERLYNE: What. The what. Is going on.

AYRAN AND JOE: *have a staring contest *

*music begins to play. Cut to Marcus playing the Jaws theme on the violin he was playing last chapter *

AYRAN: *blinks *  No!!! I have been vanquished!

JOE: Heck yeah ya have! *begins to dance the Cotton Eyed Joe *

MARCUS: *begins to play the Cotton Eyed Joe *

BERLYNE: Daddy? Um- are you alright? CHARA: It's his victory dance, Berlyne. You've lived with him for nineteen years, you know this.

MARCUS: Yeah, Berlyne, even I know that! * continues to play Cotton Eyed Joe, but joins in the dancing.

AYRAN: *is sulking in corner *

BERLYNE: Marcus. You can't play the violin and talk, much less dance. This is impossible, what is going on?

MARCUS: *kindly, like speaking to a very stupid small child* *still playing and dancing* Berlyne, Berlyne, Berlyne. You lowly little mortal. You have hardly seen my powers at work.

BERLYNE: W- Excuse me? MARCUS: You all thought that I was Marcus, a little hipster librarian. No. That form is past me now. I will now show you who I really am.

*a bright light flashes, and a shirtless faun with a red scarf stands in Marcus' place *

MARCUS: That's right. I am Mr. Tumnus!

BERLYNE: I am so confused.  *turns to Apen* Apen, what is going on?

APEN: *is with Chara, over next to Mr. Tumnus. He is making :baby_apen: face.*

APEN AND CHARA: *in unison *  MR TUMNUS?!?! MARCUS: Yes, my children. I am.

BERLYNE: *:shooketh * I AM SO DARN CONFUSED.

IDONY: *enters * What's going on?

MARCUS: Ah, my love. I have shown my true form. Maybe it is time for yours.

BERLYNE: what

IDONY: *sailor moon transformation sequence *  *becomes casserole lady from Velv's trial *  Yes, and I am Casserole Lady!

AYRAN: *horrified * NO! NOT CASSEROLE LADY! *falls over *

BERLYNE *checks pulse * Okay, he's dead. Guys, this is really weird.

EVERYONE – BERLYNE: No it's not!

BERLYNE: AH! I got it! This is a dream, right?

EVERYONE- BERLYNE: NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

*the scene goes black *

END.

“Ah!” Laura awoke with a start. She squinted at her surroundings. She was in front of her computer.

“Wow, that was a crazy dream. I must have fallen asleep while writing.” She moved the computer mouse a bit, waking up the screen.

CHAPTER 21

CLIMB

APEN: *Looks up at Ayran, shocked * Ayran Greenway? Fabled Nedarian architect and designer of Greenway?

AYRAN: *Carswell Thorne grin * The very one.

BERLYNE: *is not impressed * What are you doing here, Mister Greenway, and where is “here” anyway?

AYRAN: We are in an old cit

“Huh, I fell asleep mid-sentence. I must have been exhausted.” She turned off her computer and went to bed.

THE END

12 notes • Posted 2021-07-31 18:36:17 GMT

#4

It won't let me tag, but #six fanarts #my art #effie makes a thing #merida #brave #disney

15 notes • Posted 2021-09-09 22:26:29 GMT

#3

TSE Appreciation Week Day One!

Hurrah, my first TSE Appreciation Week is here!! I have been preparing since late May, and I am almost done with all my fanfictions! Here is the first one. It is called Heirloom, like the theme for today. It uses both the Heirloom prompt and family dynamic prompt, even though the Shephards aren’t my favorite family. It was my first ever attempt at choose-your-own-adventure, and it turned out...decent, I think.

Heirloom

In this Choose-Your-Own-Adventure Fanfiction, you are a young Prince Joshua of Cedulan. That's all you really need to know for now, so enjoy!

1.

“Come on, Granpappy!” your oldest daughter Aphera yells from on top of the hill that you and your father are climbing. “Don't you want to sled with me?” Your father, King Amnon, chuckles.

“I'm coming, Aphera. Remember, patience-” she interrupts him. “Is a virtue. I know, Granpappy.” Amnon leans heavily on his cane as he walks.

“Would you like to stop for a moment, Father?” you ask.

“No, no. Aphera needs me.” Although he's only fifty-three years old, many years of ruling the kingdom of Cedulan have taken their toll. His beard is almost entirely gray, and his face is covered in wrinkles. He is tired more and more, although his eyes always twinkle when he plays with his granddaughters. Adara pulls on your gloved hand.

“Up,” she says in her quiet but insistent voice. You scoop her up and put her on your shoulders.

“Walking in the snow is hard, isn't it?” You ask. You crane your neck to see her nod her head vigorously. You are all at the top of the hill now. Aphera is constructing a snowman. Adara pulls on your ear, her signal for down. You reach up and grab her tiny hands.

“Ready?” you say. She squeals in response. You yank her forward, off your shoulders and swing her onto the ground. Aphera, watching, exclaims,

“I want a turn, Daddy!” Amnon interrupts.

“I thought you wanted to sled!”

“Weeeeeelllll, I guess we can sled now and do horsie rides later.”

“What's sledding?” Adara says.

“Here, Dara, I'll show you!” Aphera sits down on the sled. “Daddy?” You walk over and give her a push. She flies down the hill, whooping and calling. Adara's eyes grow wide with jealousy.

“I want to, Daddy!” she whispers. “Wait until Aphera comes back. You can sled with me then.” Aphera trudges up the hill, panting, sled in tow. Her woolly dress, coat, stockings, boots, hair, and even eyelashes are caked with snow.

“I almost hit a tree, but I didn't!” she proudly announces. “Adara, you wanna go with me?” Before Adara can respond, you tell her,

“Since this is her first year, I think she should only go with adults.” Aphera frowns. Amnon walks over and says,

“You can go with me next, after them.” You grab Adara's hand and walk with her to the sled that Aphera dropped into the snow. You plop down in the back, plop your boots firmly into the snow, and tell her,

“Sit here, in the front.” She does, and you hand her the reins of the sled. “Hold on tight to these.” You release your boots, and push off. As you gain speed, you see a wide grin spread on Adara's face. You go over a small bump, and are airborne for a moment. Adara laughs. You are very surprised. Adara has only laughed three times before in her life. As you slow to a stop at the bottom of the hill, she rolls off. She giggles while you grab the sled, sit her on it, and start pulling it up the hill. Her giggles eventually stop, and as you reach the top of the hill, you hear a scream from Aphera.

“Granpappy!” You sprint up the hill with the sled behind you. Adara, quickly realizing that she is extra weight to pull, rolls off the sled and starts running beside you. She is surprisingly fast for a three-year-old, almost keeping up with you. As soon as you reach the top of the hill, you see what made Aphera scream. Amnon is lying on the ground, his face contorted into a grimace. Aphera is standing over him, hysterically sobbing.

“Granpappy, Granpappy, wake up!” You shake him.

“Father. Father, speak to me.” He moans.

If you tell the girls to run for help, and stay with your father, go to 2.

If you try to scoop him up and take him to the palace yourself, go to 3.

2.

“Adara, Aphera, run home as fast as you can and tell the doctor to come here now.”

“But-” Aphera says, but Adara clasps her hand and starts running towards the palace. You put your hand directly in front of his mouth and nose. His breathing is fast and shallow. You look him over. No blood, no signs of an injury. You feel his forehead. Normal temperature. Please, you pray, let the doctor come quickly. At this, you hear the sound of a galloping horse.

“Help!” you yell. “The king is ill!” The horse and rider come up the hill.

“Prince Joshua, are you al-” the rider sees Amnon on the ground. “My King!” You are annoyed.

“Yes, and he's ill. I need to get him to the palace as soon as possible.” The man considers this. “Put him on my horse. I can sit behind and make sure he doesn't fall.”

“Thank you.” You manage to get Amnon onto the horse, and he is quickly taken to the palace. You grab the sled (Adara would be devastated if it was stolen) and run to the palace.

If you check on your daughters and then your father, go to 4.

If you check on your father first, go to 5.

3.

You start to panic. What am I going to do? An idea strikes you. You roll your father onto his back. He groans softly.

“Hang in there, Dad.” you whisper. You grab him under his shoulders and knees and hoist him up. You stagger backwards for a few steps, startled by his weight. Muscle is heavier than fat, you remind yourself, and he was quite fit.  You start walking down the hill, slowly. You hear Aphera crying behind you, but you can't turn around. Suddenly, you slip on the now-icy snow. Thankfully, Amnon lands on top of you instead of the ice. You get an idea.

“Adara, bring the sled to me, please.” She arrives momentarily with the sled in tow. You roll your father onto it, grab the reins, and start pulling him.

“Tell me if he falls off,” you direct Adara. She grunts in response. As you jog over the snowy hills, the palace slowly gets closer. You are out of breath and sweaty now, and you almost collapse when you reach the gates. A guard with an elegant fur cloak greats you.

“Prince Joshua, how are you?”

“King Amnon, f-fell and needs-needs a doctor.” you manage to pant out. The guard notices your father on the sled, and shouts something. Suddenly, ropes fall from the turrets above you, and two more cloaked guards slide down. One of them pulls a tiny key from inside her jerkin, and uses it to open a hidden door next to the drawbridge. The other guard opens his arms and faces up. You are confused, until a large object drops from the top of the building and the guard caught it. He unfolds it, and you see that it is a stretcher. The guards put him on it, and carry him through the secret door and into the darkness of the palace. You are in shock, both from your father's collapse and the complete preparedness of the guards. You knew that all of them were medically trained, in case of an accident, but you had no idea that they were this good. You quickly remember that you left Aphera and Adara behind. You turn around and see them a few feet behind you.

“Girls, why don't you go to the nursery. I'm sure Mother is expecting you.” They nod, still sniffling, and the guard escorts them inside. You stand there still, almost unable to move.

If you check on your daughters and then your father, go to 4.

If you check on your father first, go to 5.

4.

As you open the door to the East Wing of the palace, the familiar smell of the Christmas Feast hits you like a mace. The memories of past feasts with your parents and siblings, Isis, the girls. This will be April's first, you think. And possibly Father's last. You manage to get to the royal suite, and into the nursery. As you open the doors, Aphera and Adara rush to your side. Good, they managed to get back.

“Daddy, is Granpappy alright?” Aphera asks. You manage to smile and say,

“I'm sure he will be.” Isis stands up out of the rocking chair, holding April. She hands April to Aphera.

“Girls, why don't you take April for a walk?” Aphera's face brightens a bit.

“Maybe we can teach her how to walk.” You can feel a headache coming on.

“She's only two months old, Aphera. There's-” Isis elbows you.

“Well, you can try. But don't drop her.” They walk out of the room, and you collapse into Isis' arms. She leads you to sit down, and you fall onto the bed. Your throat hurts because the tears won't come. Isis sits next to you.

“Aphera told me what happened. Do you want to talk about it?”

“No.” you whisper. “I am a grown man, the crown prince of Cedulan. Feelings are below me.” Isis frowned.

“You were happy when April was born, right?” You nod. “And angry when King Bhatair called you a royal pinnacle of idiocy?” You groan. “Well, those are feelings too. And if you can enjoy happiness and indulge anger, why do you refuse to cry?”

“Weakness,” you hiss, barely making noise. Your throat is throbbing now. “I cannot show weakness to anyone, ever. Not when I'm in battle, not at home, not even alone with you. Weakness is the mark of a coward.” Isis stands.

“The true coward is the one who is afraid of his own feelings. I'll leave you alone.”

Go to 5.

5.

You walk through the halls of the vast royal suite towards your father's room. The last time you had been there was four years ago when your mother died. She had been bloodily assassinated by a man with an ax. He still hadn't been caught, and you sometimes had nightmares about him. As you reach the door to the atrium for your father's room, you notice a few nurses ducking in and out of the door, murmuring to each other. You open the door to the atrium and the doctor greets you.

“Good afternoon, Prince Joshua.” Skipping the pleasantries, you say,

“How is my father?” The doctor's face falls.

“I am afraid that he has suffered a heart attack. He will die very soon, probably this week.” Oddly, you don't feel sad. Just.... numb. Like you are completely detached from the situation. Like nothing exists anymore.

“Oh,” you hear, and realize that it was you. “May I see him?”

“Yes.” The doctor opens the door and ushers you in. The room is rich, filled with deep purples and blues, satin and mahogany. A very old man is lying on the bed. You realize that it is your father. He turns to you.

“Hello, Joshua.”

“Hello, Father.”

“I'm sorry I spoiled your outing with the girls.”

“No, Father. Don't apologize. It isn't your fault.” He smiles slightly.

“I want to give you and the girls and Isis some presents, for Christmas.”

“But Christmas is in two days. Why not then.” He smiles again.

“Please bring them, as soon as you can.”

“Yes, sir.”

Go to 6.

6.

“Granpappy, are you okay?” Aphera asks as soon as she sees Amnon. He deftly changes the subject.

“How would you girls like your Christmas presents a few days early?” He asks. Aphera claps her hands. “Yay! Presents!”

Two servants come out of the corner, each holding a small stack of presents. Amnon takes a large one off of the top, and hands it to Aphera. She quickly tears off the paper, and opens the box. Inside are a small assortment of items. On top are a pair of boots, made of supple black leather with golden buckles. They are a bit too large, but you can easily tell that she loves them. She tries them on happily.

“They're beautiful, Granpappy!” “They're a bit large, but you'll grow.” His eyes glow at seeing her so excited. She picks up the next item, a silver locket. She opens it, and inside is a tiny, yet amazingly lifelike painting of her and Amnon laughing together. She gasps.

“The locket belonged to your grandmother's mother, and I had the painting made.”

“It looks just like me and you!” Aphera says with wonder. She puts it on carefully.

“I'll wear it every day.” She picks up the next, and smallest item. It is a tiny key that you have never seen before. “What is this?” she asks. You are wondering the same thing.

“There is an old Cedulanian custom that before a king dies, he passes on this key to the oldest child of his oldest child, unless that child is over the age of fifteen, in which case it should be passed to the next youngest sibling. Joshua,” he says, now addressing you. “I am sorry that I couldn't pass the key to you. I truly wished to, when you were a boy, but the tradition must be followed.” He turns back to Aphera. “This key unlocks one door in the palace. When you find it, use what you find there well. It will help you, if you know what to do.” He winks at her, and she giggles. You notice what Aphera didn't, that Amnon acknowledged that he is dying.

“Thank you, Granpappy. I love you!” She climbs onto his bed, and wraps her little arms around him.

“I love you too, Aphera.”

He gives her a pat on the head, and announces,

“It's your turn, Adara.” Adara steps forward, and receives a smaller box. She carefully unwraps it, and folds the wrapping paper into a neat square. She opens the box, and stares at the contents inside. She pulls out a thin book, and murmurs,

“What is this?”

“This is a journal, cursed by your great-great-great-great-great-great grandmother Melete Dolan to never run out of pages. It has been used by many before you. When you learn to read, read it and let the wisdom of your forefathers and foremothers guide you. Someday, you will also write in it, and pass it on to your children. I gave it to your aunt when she was a girl, but she died as a child.” His eyes cloud over, remembering a painful past. Adara opens to the middle, and a hair clip falls out. It is studded in tiny amethysts and onyx. She holds it up to the candlelight, and the room is instantly filled with tiny rainbows and shimmering light.

“That,” Amnon says, “has belonged to every middle daughter since Alla Jamiese, Melete Dolan's fourth daughter. It belonged to my mother,” he takes a deep breath, “Antigone Shephard.” Everyone in the room except April gasps. It is taboo, though not forbidden, to utter the name of Antigone Shephard. You are shocked. Your parents named you Joshua only because they wanted to break the a-name tradition to distance themselves from Antigone. You had heard rumors that they had wanted to name you Adam, but were too stubborn. Your father continued.

“Adara, that hairpiece holds much history of powerful women. There is a legend that the clip itself holds characteristics of its previous owner. I beg of you, always be careful. Do not allow Antigone's mark to hold power over you. You are young now, and you will forget my words.” He turns to you.

“Joshua, Isis, remind her when she is older.” Adara interrupts.

“Granpappy, if it is so dangerous, why are you giving it to me?” You are shocked. Adara has never uttered a sentence this long before.

“My dear, the legend also tells of the reversal of power. If it is true, you will have the power that Antigone used for evil. You can, and must, use it for good.” Aphera nods, and you pick her up and put her on the bed. Amnon kisses her gently on the forehead, and she smiles. She jumps down on her own, and Amnon beckons for Isis, still holding April, to step forward.

“April. Little April, you will not remember me. So I leave to you my Collection.” Your eyes widen. Every member of a Levantine royal family, Cedulanian, Bellingwrathe, Amethystie, Desdemonian, and so on, has a Collection. Every collection has an object from each year of the person's life, usually on a theme. It was a tradition that the Collection was buried with you, so this was highly unusual. Amnon pulls another box off of the pile and hands it to you. You start to open it, but the king stops you, saying,

“No, Joshua. Let her open it on her birthday.”

“Which one?” you ask.

“The second one after she learns how to read. I left her a note in there. I wish for her to read it herself.”

“Yes sir.” You bow.

“Isis, this is for you,” he says, picking up a tiny box, the last from the pile.

“Thank you, Amnon.” she says as she opens it. She gasps. “Oh Joshua, look!” Inside is a ring, a necklace, and a bracelet. They are all made of pure gleipnir, the most valuable substance on all of Elladess. Amnon chuckles.

“Yes, that is the Queen's Jewelry.” Isis frowns.

“But I'm not-” “You will be soon.” Amnon smiles sadly. Isis side-hugs him. You notice her eyes are watery. Come to think of it, so are yours. No emotion. No sadness.

“Joshua, it is now your turn.” The king shifts in bed, and pulls something off of his belt. Your heart starts to race. You've been waiting for this moment all of your life.

“Prince Joshua of Cedulan,” he says, “I, King Amnon II of Cedulan, now present to you the Silver Eye, cursed by your ancestor Melete Dolan. Use it well, wisely, and mercifully. Never bring it into Nedarian buildings, or use it for evil. Do you promise that you will uphold these rules?”

“I do.”

“Do you promise to hand it down to the next heir to the throne when you die?”

“I do.” Your father pulls out a long, purple and silver telescope from a small leather pouch, and bids you,

“Kneel.” You do, and you hold your arms, bent at the elbows, above your head. He places the telescope gently into your hands. The metal is cool, and the telescope is the perfect weight. Lighter than a broadsword, but heavier than a sabre.

“Rise, Prince Joshua, rightful owner of the Silver Eye. You have taken the oath, and it is now yours.” You slowly rise, and your father sits up and ties the case around your waist. Then he falls back onto the pillow, tired.

“Thank you, Father.” You say. “You are tired. We will leave now.”

“You are welcome, my son.” Amnon says exhaustedly.

“Goodbye, Granpappy.” Aphera says, and Adara waves.

“Farewell, my girls. I love you very much.” You herd the girls out of the room, and back to your family's suite. You go down to the kitchens and ask for dinner to be brought up to you while Isis helps the girls into their nightgowns and robes. You return and eat, and then put the girls to bed. You and Isis then go to bed too, although you cannot sleep. You lie there for hours, thinking.

“You can't do him any good by not sleeping.” You are startled.

“I thought you were asleep.” You tell Isis.

“Goodnight, Joshua,” she says.

You take her advice, and fall asleep quickly.

Go to 7.

7.

As soon as you wake, an attendant is by your side.

“Sir, I am sorry to inform you that your father passed away in his sleep.”

“What?” Your mind is foggy from sleep and you don't understand.

“Sir, your father died in his sleep. You are the king now.” The servant is down on one knee. “My king.”

Isis murmurs something next to you.

“Isis. Wake up.” you almost say, but decide to let her sleep. You wish that you could have. You will never be able to again. You kiss her on the forehead, and silently slide out of bed.

THE END

17 notes • Posted 2021-07-27 00:12:26 GMT

#2

reblog if you're a nerdarian

i really want to get an idea of how many of us there are

you can also tag people you know are nerdarians

@aceofstars16 @lady-merian @silverstars21

22 notes • Posted 2021-06-25 11:47:25 GMT

#1

ay mutuals just a friendly reminder to READ THE SILVER EYE DO YOU HEAR ME DO IT NOW

62 notes • Posted 2021-09-11 19:36:20 GMT

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[dumbasswithapen]

i used to read your url as "dumbass-with-apen" because I thought your name is apen and it's like, come be a dumbass with me, apen! lmao

lmao

I mean to be fair I haven’t really said the name I go by other than in a tag or two here or there I think

and if it’s any consolation my brain still refuses to pronounce your username correctly so you get called Gred-jee-ree in my head which makes 0 sense.

[reseau-actu]

Après l'attaque d'un couple de policiers en Seine-et-Marne et les émeutes de nantes, l'avocat Thibault de Montbrial analyse les rapports tendus entre police et population.

LE FIGARO. - Deux gardiens de la paix ont été roués de coups à Othis (Seine-et-Marne) alors qu'ils sortaient de chez des amis. Que vous inspire cette attaque? Le nombre d'agressions envers les policiers est-il en hausse?

Thibault de MONTBRIAL. -Cette agression est insupportable. Elle s'est déroulée devant les enfants du jeune couple, en dehors des heures de service. Cela témoigne d'une évolution inquiétante: nous savions depuis l'attaque de Magnanville que les terroristes n'hésitaient pas à s'en prendre aux policiers dans leur vie privée, mais désormais cette logique s'étend aux voyous de droit commun, qui considèrent que le policier est un ennemi avec qui ils ont un contentieux personnel.

Avec le Centre de réflexion sur la sécurité intérieure, nous avons recensé au moins quatre incidents similaires depuis deux mois: le 12 mai, à Menton, des policiers qui allaient dîner au restaurant en dehors de leur service ont été pris à partie par une trentaine d'individus. L'un des policiers a eu trente jours d'ITT. Le 22 mai, à Grenoble, plusieurs CRS au repos ont été reconnus, attaqués et roués de coups par une dizaine d'individus. L'un des policiers a eu 45 jours d'ITT. Le 31 mai, à Orléans, deux individus en scooter ont suivi et menacé un policier hors service, qui a dû sortir son arme. Et samedi dernier, à Bugey, une quinzaine d'individus ont roué de coups (31 jours d'ITT) un policier devant chez lui, qui a dû tirer pour se dégager. L'attaque personnelle des policiers se banalise chez les délinquants. Cela touche aussi les gardiens de prison. On a même vu des magistrats menacés de mort.

Un homme de 22 ans a été abattu à Nantes alors qu'il fuyait un contrôle de police, ce qui a donné lieu à plusieurs nuits d'émeute dans les cités. Que dit cette ambiance des rapports entre police et population?

«Des photos de policiers circulent sur les réseaux sociaux, et on a même vu un tag « La justice se fera avec la mort d'un CRS » à Nantes. Tout converge vers l'imminence d'un drame»

Je ne me prononce pas sur le fond de l'affaire, que je ne connais pas. Mais quand on sait que l'individu abattu était un délinquant chevronné, recherché par la police, qui conduisait une voiture signalée comme participant à un trafic, la première chose qui frappe est que le quartier a pourtant solidairement présenté l'individu comme un saint, faisant donc abstraction du profil de l'intéressé pour se camper unanimement dans une position clanique. C'est désormais soit l'adhésion totale, soit le rejet en bloc, «eux» ou «nous», il n'y a plus ni demi-mesure ni lucidité.

Ensuite, lors des émeutes, un policier a été touché au casque par un tir de .22LR. C'est la première fois depuis très longtemps qu'on tire à balles réelles sur des policiers en maintien de l'ordre. C'est extrêmement inquiétant. La police n'est plus perçue comme une autorité représentant la République mais comme une bande rivale contre laquelle tout est permis. Dans les quartiers, il y a plusieurs guets-apens par semaine contre les forces de l'ordre. Des photos de policiers circulent sur les réseaux sociaux, et on a même vu un tag «La justice se fera avec la mort d'un CRS» à Nantes. Tout converge vers l'imminence d'un drame.

Pendant la troisième nuit d'émeute, un lycée et une bibliothèque ont été incendiés. Pourquoi le moindre incident devient-il le prétexte à de telles destructions? Quelle est la logique?

Dans une logique tribale de territoire, les émeutiers s'en prennent aux infrastructures financées par l'État précisément pour sortir ces quartiers de la ghettoïsation. Six ou sept établissements publics ont été brûlés à Nantes, mais un commerce halal a été épargné: on est dans la logique clanique d'un rejet de l'État. Cela montre d'ailleurs les limites de la pacification des banlieues par l'argent, comme le préconisait le rapport Borloo. La solution passe par le rétablissement de l'ordre, en assumant ses conséquences inévitables. Les populations qui vivent dans ces quartiers, qui sont prises en otages par ces comportements claniques, ont tout à gagner au rétablissement de l'autorité républicaine.

La dénonciation de «bavures policières» donne lieu de plus en plus fréquemment à la mise en cause d'un «racisme d'État». Que vous inspire ce discours? Les violences policières envers les jeunes des cités sont-elles selon vous un véritable problème?

«Non, les forces de l'ordre ne sont pas racistes : elles font leur travail dans des conditions rendues chaque jour plus difficiles»

Ce discours est d'abord faux. Non, les forces de l'ordre ne sont pas racistes: elles font leur travail dans des conditions rendues chaque jour plus difficiles par le cumul du péril terroriste, de la logique de partition territoriale et du manque de moyens. Mais ce discours est politique: il est porté par des associations ou des personnalités militantes qui ont pour but d'exacerber les tensions communautaires. S'inspirant notamment des mouvements américains type Black Lives Matter, ces associations promeuvent une racialisation des tensions. On a vu la sœur d'Adama Traoré (jeune homme décédé lors de son interpellation par la police en juillet 2016) appeler dans un discours récent place de la République à envahir le Palais de l'Élysée «comme en Afrique», sans que cela n'émeuve personne. Ce sont des discours antirépublicains, sécessionnistes et racialistes qu'il faut combattre impitoyablement.

L'affaire Théo avait été très médiatisée, alors qu'on s'était rendu compte que la «victime» n'était pas aussi innocente. Que nous a enseigné cette affaire?

L'affaire Théo a été symptomatique d'une hystérisation du débat par les associations communautaires. À Nantes, comme pour l'affaire Théo, la justice a immédiatement réagi et engagé une procédure. Dans un fonctionnement républicain «normal», on en attendrait les résultats avec sang-froid, sans provoquer d'émeute pour réclamer une «justice» qui est précisément à l'œuvre.

Dans l'affaire Théo, les émeutiers n'ont pas cru la justice, qui faisait son travail. Et la visite du président Hollande au chevet de Théo a été une faute politique immense qui a marqué durablement l'esprit des policiers. Le rapport Grosdidier, remis cette semaine au Sénat, montre bien la crise profonde que traversent les forces de l'ordre. Il est plus que temps d'engager une réflexion en profondeur sur les moyens et les stratégies relatifs à la sécurité intérieure pour les années à venir. L'enjeu est vital pour la France.

[idratherdreamofjune]

Apen or Faramir, Endeavour "Neverland" or "Coda", Leverage "The Wedding Job" or "The Juror #6 Job", Chara's wardrobe or Melete's wardrobe, beaches or prairies, The Perilous Gard or Fire and Hemlock, St. Claire or Alvarado siblings, swords or shields, Agatha Christie or Ngaio Marsh, "Gutair" or "Gosh", leaving or coming home, LotR or SW (prequel) costume design, Avidan or Velvare, Enel or Aquil for creating a distraction, Sutcliff or McKillip, Bhatair or Berlyne in a tight spot, & Ansam or Melly.

YIKES

Okay - first a disclaimer I should have included in the tags when I reblogged that prompt post: sadly this will not be responded to in graphics (I’ve seen a lot of “this or that” graphic responses and those are great but I don’t have the guts to take that on. Though. I could try to do one random graphic response per ask/asker.... Hum...

[Prompt post]-->[Make me choose]

Back to the ask at hand: quite a lot of tough ones!!! There will be spoilers.

Apen or Faramir - sorry sports fans, Apen is really an excellent young man but there may not even be a single character who is better than Faramir in my mind.

Endeavour “Neverland” or “Coda” - “Neverland” is not one of my preferred episodes even taken alone, as the subject matter is too dark for me personally. Meanwhile “Coda” functions as “the usual, not to say obligatory,” crime show bank robbery episode. XD That’s a good thing, because I enjoy bank robbery episodes. :P Of course the ending with Joan leaving is ROUGH but she lives so it’s okay; there’s always next season!

Leverage “The Wedding Job” or “The Juror #6 Job” - These are both good, but while I really enjoyed the mafia spoofs and fake FBI act from Parker and Hardison in “The Wedding Job”, courtroom drama takes the cake for me. :)

Chara’s wardrobe or Melete’s wardrobe - probably Melete’s, because Chara defaults to a more girly, pink look. Melete also tends to be more eyecatching and interesting (if unpractical).

beaches or prairies - beaches! As long as it’s not crowded (I’d take a private prairie over a packed beach any day).

The Perilous Gard or Fire and Hemlock - Perilous Gard all the way!! Fire and Hemlock is certainly a good book (and I need to reread it for sure) but The Perilous Gard got into my heart immediately and is dear favorite. Kate and Christopher are somewhere near the top on my nebulous list of ships.

St. Claire or Alvarado siblings - !!! After a lot of consideration, I’m picking the St. Claires. I think. They need more love (not from fans - just in general).

swords or shields - my first instinct is to go with swords, but maybe that’s just because they get more screentime (or page space hah). Sting and Anduril come to mind, and of course The Sword of Martin the Warrior! However I actually am especially attached to Captain American and Wonder Woman specifically because they use shields more than swords/guns/etc. (though, of course Captain America uses his offensively quite a lot. It’s the concept, okay?! XD )

Agatha Christie or Ngaio Marsh - definitely Ngaio Marsh. She can be a bit hit-or-miss (her penchant for the theater and formula for wrapping up endings are a bit worn), but some of her books are almost comparable to Dorothy Sayers mysteries - while Agatha Christie never comes close, in my opinion. Christie always seems a bit flippant about crime, even when she’s trying to be serious. And while Christie’s settings are good, Marsh’s are sometimes magnificent. Also I think Ngaio Marsh’s secondary characters go deeper than Christie’s. Anyway. Thank you for coming to my TED talk, as they say. :”P

“Gutair” or “Gosh” - if that second one is Gudrun and Joshua, that’s a no from me. The main thing I’ve always been disappointed in Joshua over is how interested he was in Gudrun while Bhatair was still ... in the picture (I was going to say “eating” but that’s just weird and vague). And once he wasn’t, they sure got married awfully quick. :/ Plus, despite all the tragedy, “Gutair” has my support. 

leaving or coming home - COMING HOME. Leaving has almost nothing to recommend it (except that it sets you up to come home at some point). I suppose if one were to leave WITH family then that would be okay. But I haven’t gotten to experience that lately.

Costume design: LotR or SW Prequels - Both have their good points, but based on sheer wearability of my favorite pieces in each, LotR wins by a long shot. Padme’s outfits are my favorite in SW, but by and large they look far from comfortable-for-everyday, let alone adventure-ready.

Avidan or Velvare - Avidan, because Velvare constantly has me wondering why I even care about him, whereas Avidan is a lonely prince doing the best he can despite being raised by that jerk. Avidan is making mistakes but I believe he’s trying to do what is best for the country, and I also believe hope he wants to do better. Velvare has yet to convince me of that, and seems driven more by his own interests, affected by whatever phase the moon is in (I mean, come on, he’s made some strange decisions). He’s shown some remorse but has yet to try to change, as far as I can see (arguably Avidan is in the same place in that regard, which is why I said “hope” hah).

Enel or Aquil for creating a distraction - !!! Another hard one, but more entertaining to consider. Seems like six of one, half a dozen of another, to me. XD Aquil seems to have a much better grasp of what he can do, curse-wise, which might come in handy. Except he frequently accidentally (? presumably) messes up on directions. Meanwhile Enel would probably go about following the plan and then end up breaking his leg or a window or accidentally tripping you. He reminds me of Sid the Sloth in Ice Age, now that I think about it. Aquil is probably the safest choice after all.

Sutcliff or McKillip - Sutcliff!!!!! McKillip’s books are good but she’s never gotten to me on an emotional level like Sutcliff. Also I can’t connect as well with her settings, they usually feel a little too castle-on-a-cloud. Enjoyable to read about, but not as livable as the landscapes in Sutcliff’s books.

Bhatair or Berlyne in a tight spot - Bhatair might be a better fighter, but I’d trust Berlyne to have my back and do what’s right, no matter what.

Ansam or Melly - Melly is sweet, and no offense meant to dog fans, but I prefer horses. Especially such a smart and loyal horse as Ansam! Too bad we haven’t seen more of him. Yet. Now, if it were Pigeondove vs. Ansam... that’s a little harder.

[lavegetarienne]

bonjour vous! 

je ne suis pas morte et non! et vous non plus j'espère? bon qu'est ce que j'ai à vous raconter de bien niaiseux pour me justifier? 

beh rien je crois... si ce n'est que j'ai adopté un cuiseur vapeur (d'occasion bien sûr) et que c'est le coup de foudre entre nous. on cuisine ensemble tous les jours. c'est un mâle a priori, car il s'appelle Seb 

je trouve que c'est une belle façon de manger post-jeûne... et accessoirement je me demande COMMENT JE N'AI PAS EU L'IDEE D'EN ACHETER UN AVANT???????

   bwef, nevermind. voilà c'est à peu près tout.

sinon que en allant chercher des violettes en forêt pour mon cheese cake, j'ai aussi ramassé des orties, et comme je suis pas douée, et très approximative comme fille, j'm'ai piqué les doigts, mais bon... 

j'ai trouvé cette super recette chez Mathilde Combes, du site Nature & Autonomie c'est un site que je recommande vraiment si vous aimez beaucoup les plantes et que vous avez envie de faire connaissance plus en détail avec elles... même si l'ortie n'est pas la plus glamour, ni la plus attirante, mon cher Victor Hugo lui a dédié un poème sensible et plein de délicatesse, que j'aime depuis bien longtemps (dans les Contemplations, bien sûr ♥)

J’aime l’araignée et j’aime l’ortie, Parce qu’on les hait ; Et que rien n’exauce et que tout châtie Leur morne souhait ; Parce qu’elles sont maudites, chétives, Noirs êtres rampants ; Parce qu’elles sont les tristes captives De leur guet-apens ; Parce qu’elles sont prises dans leur œuvre ; Ô sort ! fatals nœuds ! Parce que l’ortie est une couleuvre, L’araignée un gueux ; Parce qu’elles ont l’ombre des abîmes, Parce qu’on les fuit, Parce qu’elles sont toutes deux victimes De la sombre nuit. Passants, faites grâce à la plante obscure, Au pauvre animal. Plaignez la laideur, plaignez la piqûre, Oh ! plaignez le mal ! Il n’est rien qui n’ait sa mélancolie ; Tout veut un baiser. Dans leur fauve horreur, pour peu qu’on oublie De les écraser,

Pour peu qu’on leur jette un œil moins superbe, Tout bas, loin du jour, La vilaine bête et la mauvaise herbe Murmurent : Amour !

ingrédients

- 7 poignées d’ortie fraîche (à défaut, de l'ortie séchée, en magasin bio, ça le fait aussi) - 2 pommes de terre  - 1/2 oignon  - 1 gousse d’ail  - un peu de St Hub - un peu de crème végétale - sel, poivre du moulin - jus de citron

  préparation

faire revenir l’oignon dans le St Hub, le tout dans une casserole, puis quand il est translucide, ajouter l’ail, l’ortie bien lavée, et les pommes de terre coupées en morceaux. laisser cuire 15 à 20 minutes, en ajoutant un peu d'eau et du sel. 3. quand les pommes de terre sont cuites, mixer avec soin, jusqu’à ce que la soupe soit bien onctueuse. juste avant de servir, ajouter le jus d’un demi-citron, un peu de crème fraîche, et 3 tours de moulin à poivre. 

  l'ortie m'évoque aussi le conte d'Andersen "Les cygnes sauvages", qui n'est sans doute pas aussi connu que "Le vilain petit canard" ou "La petite fille aux allumettes", et qui raconte l'histoire de la princesse Elisa dont la marâtre a transformé les onze frères en cygnes sauvages. Elisa doit briser la malédiction en leur tissant des tuniques à base d'ortie qu'elle ramasse dans les cimetières la nuit venue. accusée de sorcellerie, elle manque d'être brûlée vive, mais elle finit par délivrer ses frères.

je me rappelle particulièrement de ces illustrations:

  et si vous voulez en lire plus sur l'ortie, je vous recommande ces articles:

https://booksofdante.wordpress.com/tag/histoire-ortie/  

https://plantes-sauvages-comestibles.com/lortie-plante-extraordinaire/ 

bonne lecture et bon appétit!