#apparently also swedish stuff?

[mossgreeneddie]

First ever favourite orange character. Also probably first ever comfort character.

[thewintersoldierdisaster]

a/n: so excited to share my fic for the eras tour fic challenge, so creatively and wonderfully put together by @wyattjohnston and @comphy-and-cozy 🥰 my song was ‘the last time’ so i definitely leaned into the angst here (with an extremely healthy dose of smut). it’s not necessarily a toxic relationship, but i think there are undertones of toxicity there. anyway! enjoy and let me know your thoughts!! ❤️‍🔥

word count: 3.9k

tw: on and off relationship with some minor toxicity, oral (f receiving), fingering (f recieving),

summary: william’s at your door again and you keep letting him in even though you shouldn’t

“No.”

Your tone is flat and you cross your arms over your chest, a protective measure as much as it is a display of your feelings towards the man standing in front of you. Your lips flatten into a straight line and you can feel your shoulders tense up.

“Sötnos,” William murmurs the Swedish term of endearment and braces his hand on the doorjamb.

“No,” you repeat yourself, just as firmly. “How did you get up here?”

It’s a stupid question. Your doorman, Gus, loves William - thinks the sun shines out of his ass, especially after William had dropped comp tickets off at his desk a few times during the season. Of course Gus is going to let him upstairs, not that you’d actually told Gus to ban him. You should’ve told Gus to ban him.

“Don’t answer that,” you snap, before he can open his mouth. “Just leave.”

He looks rough, dark circles under his eyes and a downward curve to his lips that seems deeper than superficial. The Leafs had been eliminated two nights ago, bounced by the Bruins in seven games after William had been the only one to score a goal in that final game. A sharp, uncomfortable pang of sympathy for your ex settles in your chest and you wish it didn’t.

“Sötnos, c’mon. Let me in,” he’s borderline close to a plea. The term of endearment falls too easily from his lips, your second name during the time you were dating.

“I’m serious, William,” you sigh, suddenly exhausted down to your bones. “I’m not doing this. I can’t do this.”

His blue eyes sharpen and his jaw sets. “Do you have someone over?” The question is sharp and uncalled for, jealously practically dripping from his pores. At any other time you’d love his reaction, but it’s too little, too late and just annoys you more.

“Even if I did,” you hiss, “it’s none of your fucking business since you dumped me, remember?”

You’ve been on and off for more than a year, both of you too stuck in your ways to really commit. It was simple at first, to be at each other’s place when you were both in town, to say you were dating - boyfriend and girlfriend had been easy labels - but for all of William’s easygoing Swedish ways, he can be difficult and stubborn.

Not that you’re perfect either, happy to have your free time and flirt at bars with handsome men after a few drinks with your girls. But somewhere along the line, you’d made the stupid mistake of wanting more from him. Sure, you’d gotten a drawer in his dresser and your stuff occasionally cluttered his condo, but you’d also spent four of the last six months broken up when William decided that he needed to focus on hockey.

He’d come around your place after his eight-game goalless streak was broken and you’d gotten back together just as the Leafs were clinching a playoff spot. You’d spent the night with his head between your legs, him wearing your thighs as earmuffs and eating you out until his beard was soaked and your legs couldn’t stop shaking.

You’d thought that time was different, all the sweet words he’d spoken into your skin, alternated with pure filth.

There’s an 88 blue satin bomber jacket in your closet, unworn, that you thought was a sign that things were different. A jacket that William had apparently approved when the other girls had asked him about including you.

Joke’s on you.

Dumped two days before the playoffs started, by a William who was stressed and anxious and, as you found out later, suffering from migraines that would keep him off the ice for three games.

The sympathy settles again, like a rock in your stomach.

“I remember,” he says now, shoving a hand through his hair. “Let me in, please. I just want to talk.”

“The last time we talked,” you air quote the word, “you fucked me so hard I nearly forgot my own name and then dumped me three weeks later. So, forgive me if I’m not feeling chatty.”

Subconsciously though, you’ve stepped back into your apartment and William’s stepped inside. The door is still open, his body blocking you from being able to close it, until he moves to the side and closes it himself, leaning his back against the wood.

“Then let me talk,” he says. “You just listen.”

You’re mad that you even brought up the sex, but you’re surprised that William didn’t latch onto that with a sly comment and a smirk.

“I don’t want to listen,” you sound petulant. “I’m tired of letting you in, thinking things are different, only to find out that I don’t matter to you.”

William’s eyebrows fly up his forehead and his eyes go wide. “What?” He nearly shouts, suddenly fired up. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

“I don’t matter to you,” you repeat, slower, emphasizing each word. It feels like a knife in your chest, to voice the feeling you’ve had for weeks. “We’ve been doing this dance, you come to me when you’re on an upswing, drop me when you’re not. It’s pretty obvious, William, where I land on the list of things you care about.”

He shakes his head. “No, it’s not obvious to me,” he says, stepping away from the door. “Explain to me where you think you fall.”

“I’m not doing that,” you snap. To your horror, tears well up in your eyes. “If you don’t know what I am to you, I’m not explaining shit.”

“Of course I care about you, of course you’re important to me,” he says, reaching for your hand. “It’s hard, with hockey, to balance…”

You can’t help it, a scoff slips past your lips, the derisive sound stopping William in his tracks. “You’re not balancing anything,” you mutter. Ticking them off on your fingers, you list out the last three breakups, “you dumped me when the season was staring, when you’d gone on the goalless streak, and now, when playoffs were starting. Clearly, I am not as important to you as hockey is. So, I’m done. This is the last time I let you in, go play hockey, William.”

His entire face pulls down in an unhappy expression, eyebrows scrunching together over his nose. “I fucked up, okay? Is that what you want me to say? I’m not used to having to take someone else’s feelings into consideration, but I’m trying,” he reaches out for your hands and you don’t stop him, against your better judgment.

William’s hands are warm and dry and you hate the little spark of desire that flickers low in your stomach when he rubs the pads of his thumbs over your knuckles.

“It’s too late,” you shake your head, your hands still in his. “I don’t want to do this anymore, I don’t want to let you keep stomping on my heart.”

“Let me make it up to you,” his tone is sweet, cajoling. His hands move up your arms, thumbs tracing over the veins on the inside of your wrists. You shiver and he smiles. “Let me prove how much I care about you.”

Your lips twitch at the corners and you fight the smile that threatens. William’s hands trail up your arms, cupping your elbows briefly to pull you closer and you go, stumbling slightly on the step into him. His fingers tighten around your elbows and you pout at him, your resolve weakening with William’s proximity, the woodsy cedar scent of his cologne filling your senses and making your head fuzzy.

You’re good at this, the both of you. Being fun, flirty with each other. The sex is unbelievable, it’s so easy to fall back into his arms when he looks at you with those icy blue eyes all liquid heat and desire.

“Are you going to let me show you how much I care, sötnos?” William’s voice is a low rumble that makes goosebumps rise on your arms, the memory of that voice speaking filth into your hair as he fucked you like his life depended on it.

“This is the last time,” you swear, rocking forward on the balls of your feet. William grins and meets you halfway, capturing your lips in a heated kiss. His hands are cupping your cheek, the back of your head to position you at an angle for him to deepen the kiss.

You moan into his mouth, wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing your body against the length of his. You can feel the ridge of his erection against your stomach, hot through the layers of clothes. William’s fingers tangle in your hair, tugging until there’s a sharp prick of pain in your scalp and you gasp, arching against him.

“Make the best sounds,” he mumbles against your lips, pulling back slightly, grinding his hips against yours. “Missed those sounds.”

He feels so good, solid against you and you’ve missed him even though it’s only been a few weeks.

“Will…” you whine his name, gasping when he bites and sucks at your pulse point, a flood of arousal between your legs. You roll your hips mindlessly, desperate for more. You’re unbearably wet for him, your body intimately acquainted with his talents and ready for more after being deprived.

His beard scratches your skin and you feel his lips curl into a smile against your neck, the edges of his teeth pressing against your skin. “I know,” he mumbles, biting gently. “I’m gonna give you everything you want, promise. I’m gonna make it so good for you, you’ll forget your own name.”

You’re being moved, walked backwards to your couch, with William’s lips all over your neck and collarbone. His hands are on your hips, holding you flush against his cock, and you wiggle in his grip, whines falling from your mouth around pleas for anything, everything.

The backs of your knees hit the edge of the couch and you’re falling, wrapped in William’s arms to cushion the impact. He braces himself, still landing on you with a little exhale and a laugh, making you giggle too. Sex has always been fun with him, laughter filling any room you’re in, and this is no different. He peppers your face with kisses, making you laugh even harder, until you’re pushing at his chest and gasping for him to stop so you can catch your breath.

“No, no,” he grins wickedly, “I’m not stopping, I’ve missed you.” His hand slides over your hip and up the hem of your shorts, two fingers teasing at the damp fabric of your panties. You buck your hips into his touch. “Feels like she missed me too.”

Heat flushes your chest and you turn your face away from him, embarrassed at how wet you are from just kissing. You mumble something, incomprehensible to both you and William, and he laughs again, teasing at your clit through the fabric. Your legs twitch to wrap around his waist, but he’s got you pinned in place with his thighs on the outside of yours.

“Don’t hide that pretty face,” he leans down to kiss you, adding more pressure to your clit so you moan into his mouth. “Had to think about you and this perfect pussy every day to get some relief. My dick’s never been harder than when I’m remembering it buried in you.”

To emphasise the point, William slots his hips between yours, pressing the thick bulge of his cock against your cunt, thrusting his hips lightly to work you up even more. Your breath hiccups in your chest and pleasure builds in your stomach, desperate for relief.

“Don’t tease,” you whine, digging your nails into his back muscles, dragging them down to leave marks. Neither of you have ever shied away from marking the other and William’s the first one to tell you to mark him up. “This isn’t happening again, do it right this time.”

“We’ll see,” William grunts, shifting so he can kneel between your legs and hook one of your thighs around his hip. You’re still completely clothed, but with your legs spread open, you feel bare to him. “We’re good at this, sötnos, we can be good at everything.”

It’s not true, you think hazily, because you weren’t good at keeping the relationship going when an outside issue popped up, but the thought is gone just as fast as William’s pulling aside the elastic of your panties and plunging two thick fingers into your cunt with an embarrassingly loud, wet sound.

“Oh! Fuuuck,” you gasp, dragging the curse out on a moan. His fingers pump in and out of you relentlessly, dragging along your front wall and pushing you closer to the edge of your orgasm. You chant his name, heels scrabbling at the couch cushions.

“Come on,” he encourages you, holding your hip in place with his free hand. “Come for me, I can feel how close you are. So tight and wet, going to cream on my fingers, sötnos?”

“Yes, yes, oh my god,” you wail, William’s thumb pressed firmly on your clit, making you see stars. It doesn’t take too much longer for you to gush around his fingers, soaking his hand and dripping down the curve of your ass. You can barely process the force of your orgasm and the shit-eating grin on William’s face before he and his hand are gone.

Your cunt clenches around nothing, suddenly empty, and your voice is slurred even to your own ears when you mumble, “what- Will…”

His voice drifts up from the floor, where he’s kneeling and pulling at your knees. “Told you I was going to show you how much I care,” he kisses the inside of your knee, rubbing his cheek against your skin like a house cat. “Going to worship you on my knees.”

You’re yanked forward on the couch, a yelp escaping your lips. William’s got your shorts and panties on the floor and your legs tossed over his shoulders before you can blink and his mouth is on your cunt in the next heartbeat, his tongue flat against your sensitive cunt. It’s hard to suck in a breath with the way he eats you out. He traces your clit with the tip of his tongue, teasing at your entrance with one blunt finger while the other hand has a vice-like grip on your thigh.

He hums against you, face buried between your legs to the point where you wonder briefly if he can even breathe. His nose presses against your clit next and all thoughts are gone, blue-screened as he laps at your arousal, the scruff of his playoff beard rubbing painfully against your sensitive, soaked skin.

William grunts when you kick his back, unable to control your legs as pressure builds again. Your hands find their way to his hair, twisting your fingers in the blond strands and pulling, holding his face in place so your hips can move, grinding over his nose.

You’re barely recovered from your first orgasm and everything is still sensitive. William’s tongue is stiff as it fucks in and out of your entrance, two fingers pressed inside your cunt, keeping you feeling full. You clench around his fingers and he groans into you, nudging the tip of his nose harder against your clit.

“Oh my god, there, right there,” you babble, digging your heel into his shoulder blade, rolling your hips over his face. It’s not enough and you wail his name, desperate for more.

William nips at your inner thigh and then dives back in, wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking, hard. You scream his name, back arching, and fingers tightening around his hair. The bastard laughs against your clit, the vibration sending an electric shock up your spine and snapping the tight coil of pleasure in your lower stomach.

You come again, eyes pinched shut, and moaning loudly, wantonly. It feels too good, too overwhelming and you’d be embarrassed by the force of your orgasm if it were anyone but William between your legs.

William’s face pops up between your legs, your thighs trembling on his shoulders. His hair is flopped over his forehead, messy from your abuse. He’s got a massive grin on his face and his beard is soaked with your arousal. Your hands fall from his hair and land on the couch cushions, as limp as the rest of your body. You manage a shaky grin back, breathing heavily.

“Next time,” he quips cheekily, wiping a hand over the lower half of his face, “I’m bringing a snorkel so I don’t drown in that sweet, wet pussy of yours.”

Somehow, you still have the facilities to remind him, “no, there’s no next time. This is the last time, no more,” in a slurred, faint voice. You’re still dripping for him, his fingers lazily playing at your entrance, smearing slick all over the place. Your thighs tremble and twitch and he turns his head to kiss the soft skin of your inner thigh, nipping gently and licking at the spot.

He hums and you try and wiggle away from his touch, gentle as it is on your clit, you’re bordering on overstimulated. “How can I convince you that this time is different?” He asks, making eye contract from between your legs. His blue eyes are serious, pupils still blown with arousal. William’s fingers are distracting between your legs, slowly stroking you to another orgasm. Fire builds low in your stomach, stoked by his continued chatter. “Another orgasm on my fingers? You’re always so sweet after I make you come, content to curl up like a cat. Maybe I need to fuck you hard and fast, get you strangling my cock so your thoughts that you don’t matter to me are gone.”

You whine, clenching around his fingers, rolling your hips over his hand. “William,” his name is a gasp punched from your lungs as his fingers find your g-spot and bully it until you’re coming, squirting down his arm and all over the couch. Your clit throbs painfully and you sob from the overwhelming strength of your third orgasm.

William’s other hand is between his own legs, stroking his cock - you can see his shoulder moving, hear the little grunts he’s trying to muffle - and you pant, trying to catch your breath. It’s impossible and when William finally removes his hand from between your legs, sucking his fingers clean, you sob from the relief. And something else, clicking in your chest, a feeling you don’t want to feel.

He leans up higher on his knees, concern etched in the lines on his forehead. “Sötnos,” he murmurs, sliding his hands over your hips and splaying them over your stomach, stroking gentle circles, “I’m sorry, that last one was too much. Talk to me, are you okay?”

You shake your head, hiccuping and gasping. Your hand snakes out on the couch and reaches for a throw pillow to throw over your face, everything is too exposed, your legs are in the air still draped over William’s shoulders. With a wiggle, you swing your legs off of him, fighting to curl up on the couch.

“What happened?” William asks, hands on your waist, you can feel his body heat when he leans in to pluck the pillow from your face. “Talk to me, please. You’re freaking me out.”

“I…this wasn’t supposed…” you gasp out, wiping at your face with the heels of your palms. Your chest feels tight. “I don’t want to keep doing this! I don’t want to keep falling into bed and loving you and getting my heart broken, William! Orgasms aren’t going to help, it doesn’t…I can’t be in love with you and only have…”

You cut yourself off, miserable that you admitted to loving him, still fuzzy and shaky and wet from the orgasms.

William clicks his tongue and lets out a little sigh of your name, affection and amusement laced in the syllables. He manhandles you easily, slipping your shorts back up your legs and dragging you onto his lap, your knees on either side of his hips, his cock hard and hot under your ass. “Sorry,” he laughs, kissing your cheek quickly.

You drop your face to his neck, curling close even though you just want to run and hide. “Stop being nice to me,” you wail. “I’m so embarrassed.”

“Sötnos,” William peppers your cheek and neck with light kisses, hands splayed over your back. “Don’t be. I didn’t realize, I’ve been in my head too much.”

He hasn’t said it back, you can’t help but notice, your heart hammering in your chest. You want him to say it back, but only if he means it. You can’t handle any other option.

“I can hear you thinking,” he murmurs, mouth right next to your ear. “I don’t want to say it when you’re sad like this. I want it to be a happy memory for you.”

Your heart lurches in your chest and your tears taper off, the shoulder of William’s shirt damp. “I hate feeling like this,” you sigh, pulling back a little to look him in the eyes. “I need you to promise me that this is the last time I have to do this.”

William grips your chin between his index finger and thumb. “I promise,” he says seriously. “I’ll be better. We’ll be better.”

He pauses and his eyes twinkle before he says, “come with me this summer, back home. To Stockholm. I’ll show you a Swedish summer and we can figure it out.”

You find yourself nodding, encouraged by the excitement in William’s voice and the smile that transforms his face. “Okay,” you agree in a quiet voice, nodding as you talk. “Okay. What does a Swedish summer entail?”

You’re picturing long walks with the dogs, holding hands and falling deeper in love. Your heart squeezes, fragile hope and delusion at war with each other.

“Hm, chocolate definitely,” William grins and you relax on his lap. “Meatballs,” he continues on a laugh, his hands ghosting down your sides and coming to rest on your ass. He squeezes and kneads your skin, fingers digging into your muscles, “massages.”

“I like the sound of that,” you say, tracing your fingers over the seams that run from the collar to the sleeves on his shirt. William’s hands trace up your sides, under your shirt, and cup your breasts. His thumbs brush over your nipples, teasing them to stiff, painful points and you arch into his touch, a little whimper slipping out of your mouth.

He’s hardening under you, cock twitching against your inner thigh, and you grind down a little on him.

“Let’s go to your bedroom and get the summer started,” William kisses you soundly, lips and teeth and tongue working together to make you dizzy. As if you haven’t already lost all your senses to three orgasms in quick succession. As if you’re not already in too deep.

You barely have a chance to answer before he’s locking his hands under your ass and standing up, carrying you into your bedroom. His mouth finds every inch of exposed skin and trails heat down your neck and over your chest, teeth scraping at your collarbone.

You whine a little and William promises to be good for you, to make it good for you.

You can only hope he’s a man of his word.

You don’t know how many last times you have in you.

[deadboydetectives-confessions]

Haven't watched the show yet but my friend has been bugging me relentlessly to give it a try and so I'm gonna binge it tonight.

I do already Know some stuff though, having spent the last hour on tumblr which I'm gonna list here. Since this is apparently the go-to blog for when you don't wanna get beaten up.

1. So it's about detectives who are also dead who are also boys. Dunno how the dead part works. "My prized handkerchief has been stolen in Swedish Hell, sirs. Would you mind retrieving it for me?? Oh, you can have my pet mummies and eternal gratitude in return!"

2. There's a girl called Crystal Palace Surname-von Hoverkraft. I feel sorry for her, actually.

3. Some king of cats kick-starts one of the detectives' homo arc. Dunno how that works either but I'm here for it. Apparently some bird??? helps??? Who does it help, I have no idea but it Helps.

4. There's another girl with white hair who turns that Crystal girl gay. Atp is there any straight character here?? Not that I'm complaining, of course.

5. There's a better version of the destiel confession somewhere. Boy, am I ready to get over that trauma.

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[rainswhenyourehere]

also. if someone wants to help. (also btw hibi lore like. the most important part methinks)

how to "keep it casual" with. lets say hypothetically. if you came to a new school in seventh grade. and met a nice guy during swedish class and kinda connected with him immediately and. then you guys are like. best friends in your opinion and you guys hang out allll the time and you kind of have the biggest crush on him and. lets say. like. you love him so fucking much its borderline unhealthy? and like. then he starts sending you flirtatious gifs and texting you so. because youre in love. you send flirtatious gifs back and you guys basically call each other love and sweetheart and everything and !! you guys hold hands and he lets you listen to his music and gives you a plastic ring to match his and gives you gifts and treats and !! holds your hand btw !!!! and nearly asks you to kiss him during a truth or dare game like. implies it strongly . so then you !! decide to ask him hey. what are we. and he goes idk and you guys hve a littl etalk because yay communication !!!!! and hes like. so. i like you . like. thats out there now okay. i like you but i also like this other guy so um. idk so!! because youre in love and would wait like fifty million lifetimes you say okay ill wait for you its okay but then the romantic interactions disappear and its like . because you guys are in a trio right? theres this other guy too. so he starts maybe confiding in the other guy a littl enad you should not feel envious he can do whatever he wants its his life but . you do but youj also dont say anything so like. a year or smth passes idk and he goes. yknow what. tbh. i dont rly like you anymofre?? like i like this other guyu and i think ill always like him and ur kinda heartbroken and shit but you say its fine i was kinda over you anyways. so . that happnes and you stil l love him so fucking much but . you dont say it because youre happy he moved on and . youre probs not worth it anyways its fine and then a ruond a month later while ur eating at lunch hes like. haha can you go away for a while i want to talk abt stuff with person 3 in our trio and youre like. okay sure !!! and then you come back nd . find out he s in love or has a crush or wever on another guy. so . apparently he wouldnt love hte other guy forever but it doesnt rleally matter at least it shouldnt so you drop it its fine . enter grade eight your friend group grows and . theres these classes where you can pick and not everyone goes to the same on e right ??? so . the rest of your friend group goes to the musci class and you go to the . cooking class . which you enjoy btw!!! like!! a lot!!!! and you attend it with another classmate of ur s and boooom youre friends. wow . hooray like. currently youre probably closest to them which is craaaaazy liek. wow. but !! bcs u attned a diff class you get shut out of alll the fun things they do and you dont really feel like you belong and you also kinda feel dsicarded and not important and invisible because !!!! the guy youre in love with yes still kinda hate that !! treats you like air. so. then you ask him whats wrong right before you go on a month long trip on summer vacation without internet access. and when youj come back you find the messag eunread and !! you stressed abt this the whole summer btw. smth smth i dont even want you back i js want to know if ruining my sparkling summer was the goal /lyr ANYWYS. you . jask abt him awgain. on discord and he says that hes changed as a person and his interests have changed and this is fine btw!!! like. you totally understand yep. and then he says that youve beeen like . kinda really annoying recently and sometimes he feels like killing himself while hanging out with you so. that s nice and also !! not being with you has made his mental state like. get better a bunch so "thats just grand".

so. mmm. also by the way this is like. summer vacation after eight grade yeah?? well. just before the seventh grade summer vacation person 3 in ur trio asked you out. and you kinda dated them. even though you ddint really have feeling because they re nice the y treat you well and you had to get over him but then around like . a year later you cant really take it anymore and its not person 3s fault at all theyve been perfetct alllll around like. the most amazing human being ever but. you just cant . you keep choosing him over them and you can see its hurting them and this isnt working nahyways so . a round a yaer later you tell them hey. not your fault i was seeking approval and shit and im like. the jerk ehre but like. thank ou so much and its a whole essay and they go okay its fine but. now youve broken someones heart so . yay you and youre still not over him so . wowww good job.

back to eight grade summer vacation?? you dont really text anyone else except from cooking class friend and person 3 and you dont want to text in the group chat because hes the most active one and you really dont want to intrude his space and . now 9th grade is statrgint in 8 hours and you just saw a message from him . saying asking you to "keep it casual" so the teachers dont come after you guys or something. so . somoene tell me how to keep it casual?? like. do you just stand next to the other guysf rom the friend group?? are you . suposeced to interact with them ???? can you still eat w the guys?????? oh and . 9 th grad eis the most inmportant year academically so i also have to get good grades from everything and actuallly focus on studies so . theres that.

tut on how to keep it casual pls okay love u guys <3

[chaotic-starlight24]

Dallas Winston Backstory Headcanon

So I apparently wrote so much stuff that Tumblr won't let me post my Dallas headcanons altogether! So it will be divided into several parts. Dallas has so much potential as a character and everything so I got into the zone and wrote WAY MORE than I needed to :,) So if I write not as much for other characters that is why! Sorry if anything is ooc, I tried my best!

Warnings: Death, Violence, Angst, Mentions of abuse, Neglect, all the things you expect with Dallas

Pre-Tulsa

I noticed a lot of people headcanon Dally as Russian (WHICH IS NOT A BAD THING!!!) And I feel that’s reasonable. But I also feel that one of his parents is scandinavian. Light hair, blue eyes, and a tall frame are all very common characteristics of Norwegian and Swedish people. So let’s say Norwegian-American mother and Russian father?

We all know his home life was horrible. His mother was a bit nicer to him than his father, but quickly fell to being an alcoholic and drug addict. So while he was 1-5 she was okish, mainly just doing the basic things. Then past that it was left to his older siblings and he had to help with the younger ones. There were a total of 5 kids and he was the middle child. Then when he was around 9, his father came home in a drunken fit of rage and started a fight with his mother. Which eventually ended in him sh**ting her. Dally wasn’t exactly close to her, she was not a good mom in any way, but seeing your own parent killed in front of you takes a large toll on you. So that was when he ran out.

Throughout his childhood he had already started to hang out with a couple gangs of hoods around the city. So after running out he just joined in with them. They were horrible influences to him and several times Dally found himself helping in beating a teenager into the pavement after he forgot to pay in time for their dr*gs. The main gang he hung out with were dealers and also helped with…disposing of other people who caused a little more trouble than liked. The main leader of the gang was a kid nicknamed Snake Eyes. (For the newsies fans, he was a rougher and tougher version of Spot Conlon) Dallas looked up to him and learned a lot. Snake Eyes wanted everyone in the gang to have a nickname so it was harder to be caught. Dallas ended up with the nickname Southern blade since someone mentioned that they heard Dallas was a city down in the deep south. Dallas helped out with a lot in the gang. But he was also still a younger guy. So he was mainly tasked with stealing things, sneaking Snake Eyes into places, and aiding in a fight if worse came to worst.

He was taught that he had to be tough, be brutal if he wanted to survive. So he was. No matter what they were doing he convinced himself he had to do it to survive. Snake Eyes didn’t exactly have a soft spot for him but he looked out for him since he was younger than the other boys. He gave him a stern talking-to after Dally got caught and thrown in jail. But he still bailed him out. The rest of the gang pushed Dally around a lot more and he got a couple scars from these “play fights”. Snake Eyes killed the guy who did the worst though, he had thrown a knife across the room and was aiming for Dallas. Dallas only ended up with a large scar across the bridge of his nose but that guy ended up with a lot worse. Snake Eyes has laid a hand on Dallas whenever he gets super upset, but never enough to leave more than a bruise or a mark. (Not that that is justified in anyway)

Several of the guys catcalled girls a lot and definitely said some very inappropriate things. Which of course led to Dally learning from them. Should they have taught this 10 year old to be one of the smoothest talkers in Brooklyn? Nope. Did they? Oh yeah they did. But of course no girls took him seriously.

Snake Eyes drilled it into Dally’s head what to do when disrespected. Dally would watch him deck a guy for sneering in his direction. So Dally quickly picked up on it and Snake Eyes even taught him to be stronger. 

What made Dallas leave was when a real big fight broke out. Heaters and blades were pulled out on just about everyone. This larger gang leader was trying to take over and Snake Eyes ended up with a shot to the chest. Dallas tried to stop the bleeding because he didn’t like this new leader but Snake Eyes just told him it was for the better. He told him to hop trains and go as far from his past as possible. He also gave him his St. Christopher necklace and snake ring. So Dallas ran out of NYC at 11 ½. Snake Eyes was in no means a good person, but he was a older brother of sorts to Dally. Another person Dally loved, ripped away from him.

Dally grew up that day, he began to believe he shouldn’t care about anything since the world would just take it away from him. But luckily he never had it on his mind that maybe he should leave this world. He followed Snake Eyes' advice and began his journey, planning to try and make it to the deepest part of Texas.

Part two will be his travels pre-tulsa!

[einsteinsugly]

The personal edits, in my head, I made to the T7S wiki(s).

Notes:

1. I ignore the T9S stuff, for obvious reasons. Logistical reasons, blah blah blah. Unless they mention any extended family stuff, or perhaps Kitty's age, because that would stay static regardless of it being an alternate universe (or not).

2. The only birth name and date canons are the following:

A) Red's full name is Reginald Albert Forman, and he was born on December 7, 1927. He turned 14 the day when Japan attacked Pearl Harbor.

B) Kitty was born on the 13th; likely, the 13th of October. Her maiden name is Sigurdson.

C) Kelso is around a year older than the gang, and Jackie is around a year younger.

D) Jackie's middle name is Beulah.

E) Hyde's full birth name is Steven J Hyde III, and he's a Sagittarius.

F) Donna is a month older than Eric.

Eric's birthday switches around so much, and Bob and Midge's birth dates on the wiki directly contradict canon (I will explain later).

*****

Kelso, Donna, and Jackie's full names and birth dates stay the same.

What I change:

1. Hyde's full middle name is James. Everything else stays the same. Other than the maternal half-brother he randomly mentions in season 8, as a joke, which I ignore.

2. The random brother Jackie apparently mentions in season 8 is ignored. I change it to a stillborn younger sister, Jennifer.

3. Eric's birthday was once March 18th on the wiki. It was changed to March 5th, at some point. I think March 18th, being the day after St Patty's day, is more fitting. For some reason.

4. Kitty's middle name is changed to Anna, after her Swedish grandmother. Her birthday is also moved up two years, since her being forty-six is more realistic for having menopause (while still expecting she might be pregnant). Red and Kitty definitely have an age gap, but not a six year one. Four years seems more fitting. Bea is also Swedish, too, with a maiden name of Holm.

5. Since I change Kitty's middle name, I change Laurie's, too. Lauren Anna Forman is her full name. It also sounds like Gloriana, which was a nickname for Elizabeth I. Lol.

6. Bob and Midge's wikis are a whole other can of worms. Their birth dates on the wikis constantly switch back and forth from 1929-30 to 1939. The former is impossible, since Midge said she found out she was pregnant with Donna when she was sixteen (you could say Valerie, I guess, but meh). So, 1942-3 is far more likely as Midge's birth date, and Bob seems to be around the same age as Midge. So I put Bob's birth date as early 1942, and Midge's as mid-late 1942.

Then comes their names. I peg them both as Italian, so I ignore Aldren altogether. Midge's full name is Margaret Helena Rossi. And Bob's is Robert Joseph Pinciotti, since I made it up before the wiki did (or, at least, before I saw it). And Giovanni seems so stereotypical, idk.

7. Fez gets a full name, Guilherme Queimada-Guzman (this would be butchered by some suburban white people, I think). He has a bunch of middle names, most of which I don't remember. Arturo, Luis, and Carlos are in there somewhere.

8. Jack's full birth name is John Charles Burkhart. It is mentioned that Jackie has a ninety two year old grandmother in 1978, so she likely is his mother. I actively headcanon he's a lot older than Pam, so he was born in 1920.

[bots-and-cons]

I feel bad that I've been venting so frequently lately, but I don't really have anyone to talk to irl right now. Feel free not to read, but if you do, thanks

I'm feeling so damn overwhelmed. I have so many things I'm supposed to be doing, but I can't seem to get started on any of them. I really should start my swedish course, because it's the last summer course I have. I finished the other two courses last week, but I don't really feel any sense of accomplishment and it fucking sucks. There's apparently not really much to do with the swedish course, because one of my classmates got it done in under an hour, which is fucking weird, because it's a 5 credit course and one credit is supposed to be 27 hours of work. I hope it's actually that easy.

I've been having a lot of really weird and violent nightmares, which is also not fun. Also my intrusive thoughts seem to be sort of coming true in my dreams? In addition to the nightmares, my intrusive thoughts have gotten pretty bad and very violent. That has been going on for a couple of weeks now, and I just keep trying to ignore it. The intrusive thoughts just give me a lot of anxiety, and they scare me pretty bad, especially when I'm around other people. Lately it's also been pretty bad with the whole "kill yourself" thought when something goes wrong. Like I drop a spoon and my brain is immediately like, "omg you're such a failure, kill yourself". I don't understand why, because I'm not suicidal atm, not even close, I'm just stressed and overwhelmed. (I put the tw in the tags anyway though)

I hurt my foot like a month ago, probably a stress fracture or something of that sort, but it's now starting to feel better. I refused to go to the doctor about it, because a) I would have had to walk there and b) they would've most likely blamed it on my weight and hadn't actually done anything to help. I'm not saying my weight has nothing to do with it, of course it does. I'm fat, that's just a fact, but often doctors blame everything on my weight and don't look any deeper. It's fucking infuriating, because I know there's something wrong, but the only advice I get is "you should lose weight". I'm sure that would help some of the stuff that I've got, but some people treat it as some miracle cure.

I'm probably not going to do practical training at all this autumn, because I honestly don't feel like I can. I'm wondering if this whole school thing is really even worth it tbh. I don't know if I'm ever going to be able to hold down a full-time job. I would love to be able to work some day, at least part-time, but Idk how realistic that even is.

I've been able to manage school for a year and a half now, and I'm starting to feel pretty burned out. I don't know if I'll make it to next spring without having to take sick leave. I'm honestly fucking scared. I don't want to go into a depressive episode or trigger a more severe psychotic episode again. I've been having some hallucinations lately, and I'm pretty paranoid about a lot of stuff. It's not fun. One thing I've been wondering is what my psychosis actually is? My best guess would be psychotic depression, but I should probably talk about my psych nurse and psychiatrist about it.

I have a hairdresser appointment tomorrow, and I'm kinda nervous, because it's a new place, and I'm gonna have my hair dyed so it's gonna take a while. I'm not very good at spending time at places I don't know or where I haven't been before. The last time I got my hair cut was about a year ago so it's time to do it again. I want my hair shorter again and I decided I wanted to dye it purple. Probably a pretty dark purple because I don't know if I want to have my hair bleached first. Anyway, I feel a bit better having written this out, and I hope I can get an actual fic post out later this week too.

[pazoo-underscore]

about me:

Hiii, I'm Pazoo but you can call me Paz, or like anything really.

basic info: any pronouns but generally she/her, 15, lesbian nevermind im bi apparently, intp,

。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。

ALSO I DO NOT KNOW HOW TO CONVERSATION BUT IF WE ARE MUTUALS DM ME SO WE CAN TALK COS I WILL PROBABLY NOT DO IT FIRST!!

♥️:

• I love reading, but I also love buying books so I have way to many books in my physical tbr

• I am obsessed with classics, and Greek and Roman myths and literature. Also Natalie Haynes my beloved <3

• I am deranged about Murder Most Unladylike and have been since I was like 8, so DM me if you know the books and I will talk for days

• I sometimes write poetry, and have a side blog for it @writingbypazoo

• I play piano, violin and sing

• I love learning languages, at the moment I'm learning Chinese, Spanish, and kinda Swedish

• I lurk in fandoms like mcyts (qsmp, hermitcraft), Young Royals, marauders, and Percy Jackson. But I will sometimes make random posts about them so be warned

• and I sail quite a lot so might randomly post about that (I work at my local sailing place teaching so might complain about children lmao)

。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。

🎧: Taylor Swift, Mitski, Phoebe Bridgers, the Specials, David Bowie, Japanese breakfast, Sabrina Carpenter, TV girl, Olivia Rodrigo, Noah Kahan, Lorde, Girl in Red, Lovejoy, Gracie Abrams,

。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。

DNI:

Pretty basic don't be a bigot, including terfs ect. Also don't be a nonce, pretty self explanatory. And you gotta pronounce scone the right way.

Links:

Spotify if you want it

If we are mutuals you can DM me for other stuff

[weirdthoughtsandideas]

**This is related to the post about dcla gatekeeping telenovelas** In my eyes this whole debacle is mostly about popularity and demand/availability. Even before Violetta/Soy Luna there were a shit ton of teen (non disney tho) telenovelas that were extremely popular on their lands but didn't really pick up outside except a few places + europe, which is a shame for so many reasons, especially because i've seen a fair share of stuff that i think you and a lot of other people of this community would enjoy if they liked violetta/soy luna/bia/go vive tu manera etc but it's not available if you don't understand even slightly one of the neo-latin languages or languages that are kind of indirectly affiliated (mostly because those dubs/subs are the ones that are easier to find). I was also tempted to try and start subbing them in English but it would take an insane amount of time (still thinking about it tho..)

And then Violetta was like an insane phenomenon at the time and I understand why they tried HARD to push it on the american audience even tho they never really cared that much (which is insane to me because Violetta was such a core memory from my childhood) and maybe with Soy Luna they saw how popular it was in general and compared it with how uninterested the english speaking countries were at the times of Violetta and just... gave up with the whole translating thing because it wasn't worth it since it was already doing insanely good?? i guess (but that's just a theory/an opinion)

p.s. (The only disney gatekeeping I can fully conferm tho [in my opinion] is Juacas because I swear to god I cannot find it to save my fucking life in either it's original language or dubbed in my native language (it was released and was also really popular apparently, but at the time i was kind of away from telenovelas) so yeah I still think that sometimes they truly do shit without thinking and just generally suck at preserving international stuff. (i'm shit at explaining myself sorry lol)

No you’re good! D+ also randomly gatekeeps their d+ la shows from the international audience (like S2 of Papás por encargo?? Why not release it everywhere???? We wanna watch it too!). Also I wish they released stuff like Patito Feo… I’ve heard of that show’s existence since I first saw Violetta and it was only released in a handful of countries. Also, Violetta was really marketed EVERYWHERE, and then SL came along and in my country, they dubbed the two first seasons and then never the third and I barely remember it airing on tv, while Violetta was marketed so much you could not miss it. They never aired Bia here at all, and it’s not out on D+ in my country (but when watching it with a vpn they had swedish subtitles available so??? why gatekeep it from us). ALSO, so many countries have their own version of ”as the bell rings” and not a SINGLE VERSION is available on D+, not even the italian version which is the original??

I also have some shows from my country (non-disney) that was popular here, but I wish was known everywhere because they are awesome.

The english dub of Violetta was not popular in the UK. It was popular everywhere else, for people who did not speak spanish but still loved the show, and thus when wanting to show clips from the show they used those clips. Now, I personally don’t like the english dub and they randomly don’t translate stuff correctly at times, but for many kids who did not understand spanish but did understand english, it was useful. Now, most countries had their own dubs too, but when posting about clips online for everyone to see, you rarely used your own language’s dub. You used the english dub, so that you could reach out to a larger audience.

I remember a few years back, I said that I felt like Soy Luna barely was marketed and people were like ”No it has higher ratings than Violetta!!” - and it turned out I simply missed it because as I said, in my country they barely marketed it in comparison to Violetta and since it did not even get an english dub, kids who did not know spanish could not talk ”internationally” about it in the same way, and mostly had to talk about it locally with the people from their own country.

I definitely agree that Violetta was such a phenomenon that they really tried pushing it on americans. ”Come on!! All of latin america and Europe are obsessed!!!! You need to join in on the fun!!” and they were like ”uh no thanks we don’t like dubs and the kids will be bored if it’s subbed”, and that eventually lead to them not even caring to dub SL. The only thing that is sad about that is that we could have gotten british Ámbar.

[theaistired]

Blog introduction

Hello, my name is Thea (she/they), I’m acespec, arospec, and autistic. I speak German and English and I am trying to learn Italian, Swedish and Arabic (learning three different languages at once is complicated, so trying instead of actual learning). I’m a big fan of the fantasy genre and like to read, write, draw, play the piano, and occasionally play video games. I also love birds and science.

Now, this is my main blog where I post about my writing, my art and also stuff in general. I might also post about some of my own music in the future. You can find a short introduction to my WIPs under the cut.

Hope you enjoy and I'll see you around on tumblr!

Galidean: A fantasy series that was supposed to be a trilogy but has grown into a much longer series. But I guess that is what happens when you look a three different projects and think to yourself "wouldn't it be hilarious if the took place in the same setting". So, the series can be divided into three different "eras" with their own little "main plot", but there is also a plotline running through all of them mostly in the background.

A hundred years after the joined victory over the Dark Sun, the human nations gather together in celebration. Future leaders attend a journey through each other's home, during which it becomes clear that scorching raids have left their marks over all the territories. With no apparent culprit, a prince, an orphan, a lord, and a sorcerer band together to find the power that turns banishment into death. With the help of a friend and a sibling, they start chasing mysteries and legends across the world, unaware that they all take root from the wounds of the world itself.

Old Gods: A fantasy series consisting of 3 – 4 books, while I also wanted it to be horror, that part has gotten somewhat lost while developing it. Oh well.

Cyr was young when the war started, he was young when he joined it and he was not so young anymore when the enemy captured him. After four years of imprisonment, he comes to terms with his inevitable fate. Surrounded by enemies, hated by his allies, stripped of his magic and will, there is no escape for him. While the voices and visions invade both day and night, Cyr prepares for his final day. His only true solace is the new courtesan who has endless stories of hope and rebirth to tell him.

The Human in Us: An urban fantasy series, that really is just two characters and my investment in their relationship in a trench coat. All started by me looking at different supernatural YA stories and going “wonder how I would do that”.

Students, alcohol and an abandoned house should have been the set-up for a fun, maybe spooky anecdote in their future. It should not twist and turn and talk, it should not turn nightmares real, it should not make Josephine’s hallucinations even more vivid and grotesque. Yet it does, and one month later, a burning girl appears to give her an envelope containing an address and a promise of answers.

There Are Voices In the Void: A sci-fi horror story, set in the same setting as a different sci-fi project of mine, but story-wise not connected to it.

While investigating a nebula, the scientists of the crew gather samples of cosmic dust, finding an unknown organism on it. The head biologists determines it to be deceased and proceeds with further testing. The death of two of his colleagues soon afterwards is just the beginning of the nightmare.

Little Remains: A bit of crime fiction/thriller, that happened by me looking at YA mystery series and going “wonder how I would do that”.

Detective Morgan has worked on many gruesome cases in the past, most of them took place in bigger cities with an anonymous population. When a teenage girl is found dead in the fields of a small town nearby, Morgan first assumes an outsider to be the murderer of the unidentified victim. However, with the murder of a local student a few days later, even the tight-knit community quickly realises that one of them is far more familiar with the gruesome case than the rest of them. Unwilling to sit back, the student’s friends start their own investigation, while Morgan begins to struggle with old ghosts.  

[lil-gae-disaster]

INTRO POST!!

Hellooo

My Name: Noah

I'm a minor :)

I'm Demiromantic, Gay and asexual

And also Agender

My Interests are:

Amrev

Spiderverse

Marauders

Pjo

I'm mainly a shitposter and yapper, but sometimes I'll spout some political nonsense

All my political / Important Posts:

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I'm also German and can speak German and English fluently and Haitian Creole to the basics of it

I plan on learning

Spanish

French

Hindi

Russian

Swedish

Tho, so if anyone has reliable sources for that it'd be a big help (for Haitian Creole too! :D)

I'm way too active on here, anyway so the chance of me ghosting anyone is slim lol

What else....

Oh!

I'm a Ravenclaw :D

And my godly parent is Hephaestus 😌

I also enjoy

Writing (creative & poetic texts)

Drawing

Making stuff

Reading

Language learning

Theater

I've been doing theater for around a decade already :D (not officially, more like kindergarten/pre-/elementary school plays)

I'm an atheist but I'm respectful of all religions.

Also I'm (apparently) the reincarnation of Alexander Hamilton 😀👍

I also have some OCs:

Novah Nathan (+friends & family)

Leo Castor Allard (+ 8 generation family)

Frederick Kenneth

You can send me asks about them any time :D I'd be happy to answer

I don't think there is much else to be said

:D

[nerdnag]

this is an invitation to tell us all about your Barfies 🥺

My Barfies!!! Omg yes. I'll gladly tell you about them 🥹

They're called Lilla Fröet and Kott and they look like this!!

Lilla Fröet (also called Lillen) was a Christmas gift from my partner in 2012. His name means "the little seed" bc at the time me and my partner sometimes referred to each other as seeds that would eventually grow into flowers. (It was a way for us to deal with some rough stuff that was going on in our lives back then.) Also he's actually a wheat warmer so he kind of does contain seeds?

Lillen is extremely kind, but he's also a giggly mf and likes to do silly stuff/play harmless tricks on his friends. He's adventurous and loves to try new things, very open-minded and understanding. He's been there for me through a lot of hardships. His favorite music ever is the track "Danger! High Voltage" by Electric Six. If we put that on he HAS to dance. And then we ALL have to dance. Also, he has a precious collage of needles from various trees and bushes, which has been framed and hangs in our kitchen. (The collage can be pictured below.)

Then there's Kott, who joined us in 2016 after a random trip to IKEA. He's a hedgehog, which in Swedish is "igelkott", thus the name. Whereas Lillen is very calm and knows that things will always be OK in the end, Kott is a bit more neurotic. He squeaks if you press his belly and he often uses his squeaks to go on excitable rants or to scold us for not doing things according to our (or his) usual routine. His most precious thing in life is the strawberry on his belly, which he thinks he has to protect At All Cost. He doesn't really have any favorite music of his own but gets very excited when Lillen's fave track comes on.

Lillen is kind of a big brother to Kott and has taken him under his wings. He's taught him that the world isn't as scary as he thinks, and most people are friendly actually. This has allowed Kott to be brave enough to experience some of Lillen's adventures with him, and so they have a plethora of crazy stories about things they get up to while my partner and I are away or asleep. For example, they have apparently gone skateboarding with the neigbor's cat. My partner sometimes tells me about these adventures in the form of bedtime stories, if I ask nicely. (For some reason they tell him all about their adventures, but rarely share them with me...)

Anyway I love them and they are very important members of the family.

[voluptuarian]

Another day, another worst history/mythology post! It's been awhile.

Now, "x character/historical figure/ethnic group were secretly black!" content is so common that it almost doesn't register anymore, nor is this the first "Worst" entry to feature the idea, but this post was so Wild in its bizarre blanket statements while also mixing some genuine facts in?? that it caught my attention, and brought to mind this great quote from M. R. James

To start, let's look at the plausible stuff.

First they mention some black or potentially black characters in Greek myth, such as Memnon and Andromeda. Both of them are identified with Ethiopia, so that's totally plausible. Cool, with you so far. Then they claim Heracles is black. I'm not used to seeing one-drop-policy applied by Europeans so that's... interesting. A man four generations removed from a single black ancestor would seem more aptly described as "mixed race," but ok, I'll go with it.

Then they bring up a potentially black Zeus in Sophocles' Inachos, which is a genuine debate. However, a single literary description of Zeus hardly seems to set the ethnicity of Heracles in stone, since the gods can look however they want, there are plenty of alternative appearances for Zeus in art/literature, and the genetic inheritance of the gods is, uh, creative at best? Sex with Zeus in swan form produces human-looking babies from eggs, sex with him in eagle form seems to do nothing much special at all, and Hephaestus thinking about Athena while he came made the resulting sperm-baby be born with snake legs. (Don't ask.)

We get into murkier waters with op's statement that Heracles and Apollo should be understood as black because of the sculptures from Veii. Basically according to op, a figure being represented with dark paint or in brown terracotta = the artists' intentions to represent them as "dark skinned" = "dark skinned" must mean black.

And now we get to the core argument of the post, namely, that ethnic Greeks are not white Europeans, but black. As such the Greek gods and heroes were of course, not light-skinned white people, but black. Because you are either Swedish, or Sub-Saharan African, apparently. Op identifies themself as black and distinctly ties their non-whiteness to their Greek identity.

(This is from a point where they imply that Achilles was also black, and that readings of his hair or coloring as light, blonde, or red are incorrect-- his hair color was described to show he was *spins bottle* Angry. Ok.)

So, we've made it to "dark-colored figures in art means black people," "terracotta statuary means black people," and "modern and ancient Greeks are black people because op is. Or something."

Artistic and gender conventions in the ancient Mediterranean don't mean anything apparently. Nor does the presence of dozens of white or light-painted figures either, it would seem. Don't look at these art pieces, then.

Terracotta, by the fact of its being brown, means anything sculpted with it is apparently depicting black people. (Brown people don't exist??) Also every piece of art that isn't colored, and left in its natural tones also dictates race. Every person represented in bronze or onyx or wood is automatically black. Every person represented in marble or ivory is now automatically white. I'm claiming porphyry for the native americans, so now the four tetrarchs were actually indigenous (#historiansdontwantyoutoknow) And if you were unlucky enough to be immortalized in contrasting color stones, god help you.

There also of course aren't a zillion examples of painted terracotta throughout Greece where the subject is portrayed with light skin.

Idk if I'm supposed to just not see these statues? Or if because they were sculpted in terracotta, I'm just supposed to identify them as black somehow? Because if so I can only assume that the ancient Chinese were also black??

Despite these works (these are the original colors of the famous terracotta warriors) being painted to represent lighter skin and East Asian features, they were terracotta underneath, so we all know they were actually Africans. I'm learning so much.

Well, we've figured out that the Chinese are black, and so are the Greeks--- Romans however, seem to be white?? Maybe??

This whole statement is Interesting, but I'm just concerned with the highlighted bit here because

--the "dark skinned" terracotta statues of Apollo and Hercules op is fixated on aren't Greek. They're Etruscan. Veii was in the heart of Etruria.

So not only does the appearance of these statues have no meaning as far as what the Greeks thought about their own ethnicity one way or another, since this isn't Greek art, but if Romans are white, it would follow that the Etruscans are too? Making the whole presence of these statues in this argument completely null.

Of course like the vast majority of the world, the Etruscans did not consider terracotta an inviolable artistic medium which might not be blemished with the application of paint. They frequently painted their pottery and statuary.

(Oh man, light skinned figure and darker skinned figure together! Pale woman and tanned man! Where have I seen these ideas before? Not in the temple of Apollo at Veii, certainly not!)

The statue of Apollo at Veii has darker colored skin, while the statue of his mother (part of the same temple complex) sports a lighter complexion. This of course, definitely does not represent gender ideals or artistic conventions such as those we can clearly see going on in sarcophagus above. Apollo was black African/Greek and the color of the clay proves this. Is his mother also black then, also being made from terracotta? Or white because her skin is painted lighter? These are Etruscan italian works, so they're white, right? But no, no, we've established they're sculpted from terracotta, so that makes them actually black. So are Italians not white now??? Op help!!

To discuss Heracles again and touch more on those claims about Achilles, what is presented as the deciding factor of why these gods and heroes and the Greeks as a whole must be black?

There you are. All those light-skinned Greek folks in Greek art couldn't possibly be white, or any other race but black, because white people can't survive in Greece without modern science.

We all know that black people are universally invulnerable to sun-stroke, and that pre-sunscreen white Europeans swooned away to nothing like sensitive victorian heroines at the mere touch of sunlight. The Romans, Etruscans, Italians in general, Spaniards, and Southern French, apparently, were ok because the heat of Greece specifically is more threatening to weak white flesh than the entire rest of the Mediterranean-- only poc can survive in the hellish wastes of the Aegean.

(White person or vampire?? increasingly hard to tell).

So where does this put the numerous light-skinned figures in Greek art? Including light-skinned representations of op's supposed dark-skinned heroes? And Etruscan works that they claim are black Greeks? Well, now we're getting into a gray area that they don't provide us much context for, so I'm going to have to interpret for myself. This little tidbit might give a hint, though.

This could definitely not mean she restored a manly, youthful look to him (fit, tan, no longer grizzle-haired). Of course, if Athena had to artificially darken him, would that make this the first case of blackface? Or is op implying Odysseus was trans-racial? Does that make Odysseus the only white Greek? Or was he not actually Greek till Athena apparently transformed him into a black man? Does op want me to believe the entirety of Greece, despite different skin tones and origins, have been magically altered into black people through Athena's divine intervention?? Fascinated to know.

[martianbugsbunny]

CaptainCroc ask (or as I call them, Goldenhook):

Wholesome: what kind of candy do you think they’d eat on Halloween? And would they share or would they bicker about who gets what?

Not so wholesome: who do you think dies first? (If we’re sticking with Hook’s lifeline being longer due to his stay on Neverland. But also if you want, throw in some ideas about Hook being a dark one too cause I feel that has POTENTIAL)

Lucky for me my siblings just brought me a bag of candy from a parade a couple days ago so I've been able to do plenty of first-hand research on this lol

The thing they fight over is 100% the chocolate stuff. Milky Ways (they've definitely almost gotten divorced over a Milky Way Midnight), Twix, M&Ms, Reese's Cups, all those. For Hook, I really want to say somebody handed him a package of Swedish Fish once and he tried one and went "who had the audacity to call these fish?" but then they kind of became his guilty pleasure. For Rumple, my first instinct is to say he wouldn't like any of the artificial fruit flavored candies, but y'know the guy did eat a burger once, and apparently he likes ketchup, so I'm gonna say his other favorite is the classic Twizzlers.

Now the hard part. I have spent entirely too much of my time thinking about who dies first, because there are just too many juicy options.

I'm tempted to say neither of them dies; in a relationship with another villain (and I'm pretty sure Hook would still be a villain if he was with Rumple, mostly for family reasons) Rumple wouldn't hesitate to use whatever incredibly dark magic he needed to keep Hook alive indefinitely. They outlive all the heroes, probably return to the Enchanted Forest bc realistically what the heck are the Dark One and his pirate husband gonna do in Maine, and they basically rule unchecked for all eternity. Maybe they get a little more mellow as they age, and eventually they fade from unquestioned lords of the land into these semi-mythical beings; Hook is the thing all sailors pray to and fear, and Rumple is the thing people only whisper about in broad daylight.

Now, if Hook became a Dark One, there's obviously two ways that could go down: either the way it did in Camelot or he kills Rumple (which means Rumple would die first). The more angsty way is if he kills Rumple, but there's not really a good reason for him to do that if they're together. Maybe another villain steals his heart or uses illusions to manipulate him into taking the dagger and killing Rumple, which honestly isn't too bad of an idea. Said villain expects to be able to kill Hook and get the power for themselves; they just knew it would be easier for him to kill Rumple than to do it themselves, but Hook wins and becomes sort of a vengeful ghost, slowly but surely undermining the heroes in a plan to slaughter them all as punishment for not defeating that other villain themselves (what are heroes for, after all) and the heroes find a way to kill him because there's no other way to stop him. He and Rumple are reunited in the afterlife.

If it goes down like Camelot and they're both Dark Ones, it's probably pretty similar to the first scenario, because they're both theoretically immortal. But in this situation, I think Hook would take the original darkness from Rumple, less to protect other people than to keep the darkness in the family, and when he's transported to Camelot he realizes he can use the other half of Excalibur to give Rumple back some darkness, and make him immortal again. So of course Hook does that, with a Dark Curse along the way bc why not, and then the heroes have to solve the problem of what to do with two Dark Ones running around Storybrooke. They steal Excalibur and offer Hook and Rumple the choice of death or having their dark magic cut away. Rumple's been pretty close to death recently, so he says he'd rather lose his magic than die, but Hook is totally mad with power and won't settle for that. A mega-battle is waged and in the end the heroes kill Hook in front of Rumple and then he goes totally nuts and probably takes down at least one hero with him, but he's also killed because there's no other way to stop him.

If they're both mortal for some reason, then I think Rumple probably dies of old age. In this scenario, they're both mellowed out a bit, because they have less power than if one or both of them was the Dark One, so Hook either waits patiently to die and be reunited with Rumple or he does the classic old-people-in-love thing and dies within days to weeks of Rumple.

As a generality, I think Hook seems to win the Dies Last award, mostly because it's fun to kill off the immortal guy before his mortal husband, but also because it's fun to kind of twist around the guy who canonically died first and say "well if he was a villain, would that still be the case?" and I think the answer is no, if Hook was a villain in love with Rumple, another villain, it wouldn't be. (Although I'm kind of enjoying the neither of them dies scenario, them being sort of eldritch gods of terror in the Enchanted Forest a couple hundred years later is a slay.)

Anyway the point is I couldn't decide who to kill first so I just invented ways for both!

[ali-labyrinth]

Ok so totally random post that will be of interest to probably absolutely no one

So I've been trying to dig up some information about my Grandpa who died when I was young, so I only remember a few things about him and honestly I feel like this

So I remember they had a softwear business (this was early 90s- early 2000s) and they were involved in making mall kiosks where you could basically search the catalogs for all the stores in the mall and also see sales (really advanced stuff for the time). So I start digging right? and I find the company name attached to my Grandpa

ok, cool but wait, there's another company of the same name attached to an associate I remember

Ok, so then I look at that guy and find...

and those branches most look like this...

So here's that C T Corporation System again.... can't find squat on that, btw, but heres where it gets real interesting. Apparently this Robert VanDuren guy is known in the Midwest and California areas as a swindler, but he got his start (it seems) with Lifesoft (which had lawsuits against it from its shareholders before this guy showed up?!) when they transitioned to Winpoint and AIM Smart... so... did he swindle my Grandfather and his business partners or did he learn HOW to swindle working with them?

For background -I- remember

- I remember Lifesoft items all over, mouse pads, shirts and the like

- I remember when everything went down (the financial fall of my family) everyone was angry at Roland, I don't remember this Robert guy AT ALL

-My grandfather reminds me of Tony Sparano in behavior and demeanor (except Swedish instead of Italian)

- I can't ask my family because I don't speak to my mother and my grandmother doesn't talk about the whole thing

So now here I am sitting here, wondering wtf actually went down with all this and if my Grandfather may have been some kind of......... not above board business man.... who's family wasn't taken care of after his death or if he was straight up and just got had?

[dark-twist-fairytales]

The Assassi's - Assassination for Preparation

How much can I write in a day, after just waking up and only writing for about 2 and a half hours?

Apparently, 2.6k words. Anyways! The stuff beforehand:

Jane Dex and Nicole Dex both belong to @howlerlight

Tw: Assassination. Assassination Attempt. Death Threat. Guns.

~~~

"Do you really have to go? Won't it be dangerous?" Gremlin spoke, watching Marc slip on a darker color outfit than he normally did, but still having the hood over his head.

"Oh, it'll be extremly dangerous. This is Mx. Dex we're talking about! No doubt, someone's gonna be high on our tail, especially with Jordan being on the case as their bodygaurd." Marc spoke, looking himself in the mirror for a moment. Once satisfied with his gear, he gave a nod and grabbed his hidden blades, which were a strapped with a very dark blue leather, rather than the orange-y tone that Riker's had.

"Jordan..?"

"Green." Marc replied, with Gremlin shaking her head. "Okay, so their name is Jordan?"

"It's a codename, Gremmy." Marc said, shifting the belts across his chest to tighten them, hearing a click from the joints behind him to indicate it had tightened and now fit properly.

"So, their name isn't Jordan.. Then why are they called Jordan?" Gremlin asked, standing up as she walked over to Marc, grabbing up sniper that laid ever so carefully out for Marc, tracing her hand lightly over the barrel of it. "Listen, I just don't want you hurt, okay..?"

"Jordan, being a common name for a taller American looking person. Although, Green isn't actually American, it still helps." Marc said, turning to Gremlin as his smile faded, moving over to Gremlin and lightly cupping her cheek, enough to gain her attention and allowing her to lean into his hand. "I'll stay as safe as I can, okay? You need no worry, min duva. I've done this before."

Gremlin gave a sigh, before nodding and looking to Marc's eyes, smiling in a worried manner. "I know, but I'm still gonna worry.." She spoke, with Marc moving forward to set the sniper down, hugging Gremlin once the gun was safelt down. He moved on hand to take the top hat away, resting in her hair. He felt Gremlin nuzzle against his chest, his face warming up and feeling oddly.. Soft and fuzzy inside. He felt the smile return, moving back to look Gremlin in the face, moving his hand that held the top hat up to move her hair out of her face. "Min duva, I'll return before you know it." He spoke, setting the top hat back on her head.

"Promise me it?" Gremlin spoke, moving one of her hands up to boop Marc's nose.

"What if I reveal just a little bit about me? Will that assure you?"

"It better be taking that hood off." The two shared a chuckle at that, with Marc shaking his head softly.

"My name is Marco. I'm Italian and Swedish." Marc hummed softly, before booping her nose back. "Call me Marc, but don't use it around the other Toppat's, sì?"

Gremlin nodded at that, before she glanced to the time. "Well, Marc, you need to get going, if you're gonna make it to the rally in time." She said, feeling more assured than she ever thought she could. Moving away, she allowed Marc to set the sniper rifle in its holster on his back, but Gremlin also took this chance to grab the magazine he had laying out. Two bullets only. Man, there really wasn't any room for error, was there?

Soon, they were set down the hallway, Gremlin walking beside Marc on the way towards the teleporter. Kyro had been sent out hours before him for preperation and being around one of the main rally leaders. They couldn't exactly give away what they were doing, but what was happening was better silent than spoken.

As soon as they reached it, Gremlin stopped Marc short, her nerves eating at her again. "How can I be sure that it goes well?"

"Cut the news channel on, you'll see Jordan around. Just know, I'll be around behind the camera. And, expect us back about an hour or two after it ends." Marc said, settling on giving a kiss to the back of Gremlin's hand, before he moved towards the teleporter, giving a nod to Burt and being sent through, down towards the Earth. Gremlin stood still, face pink from the kiss and heart practically beating out of her chest, before she finally made her way out of the communications and teleportation room, walking towards one of the lounges to put on the rally...

~~~

Marc practically ran from point A to point B, that being about three miles apart, it took about twenty-five for running about two and a half miles. Another bit to walk and take time to catch his breath, about four minutes of walking, two more of running, and he made it too the building he needed. Yes, he did have dip and swerve through alleyways, but soon made it exactly where he needed.

Climbing up the fire escape, right to the top of the building, he lifted himself onto the edge and looking around, trying to spot who he needed. No, not the rally leader, although spotting them and Kyro was a good bonus. He looked around more and finally found who they needed.. The pink haired military solider.. A good shot, and will do anything to protect Mx. Nicole Dex. That wasn't his target. As soon as he noticed her, on a nearby building, he took another look around to spot another mysterious fellow... But their shot wasn't aimed for the opposing rally leader to Nicole.. It was AT Nicole.

Marc moved himself backwards, settling on the nearby wall and just watching, waiting.. Please, for the love of God, shoot the bitch..

His eyes stayed focused on the military officer, watching her move the rifle to aim at the blackened figure that was, in his opinion, a dumbass assassin wanna-be. He held his breath just a bit, as if he was the one holding the gun, before he spotted he gun move, quickly turning to see the other guy killed off, now a lifeless corpse hanging on the side. He moved swiftly, ducking behind the wall he was at, and using his momentum and speed to juum from the building he was on, down onto Jane's building.

Jane jerked around at the sound, but where Marc had landed? There was no one there. She took a moment to scan the area well, but ultimately spotted nothing. "You got the target?" Rang out a gruff voice in her ear, moving a hand to tap the mic button. "Affermative. But, I'm staying longer. I have a feeling.." She spoke back, cutting off the mic and taking one last look, before settling back down on the ground and checking her sniper scope.

That was, until she felt weight on her back, between her shoulders that kept her down. Her expression changed to shock, grabbing the rifle tighter and keeping her ground. "I need you to stay calm, Mrs. Dex. My goal is not Mx. Dex."

"Who are you, and what do you mean?" With Jane's words, she tried to push herslef upwards, not expecting to be rivaled by the strength of the unknown person above her. She did break some, but it wasn't enough, and she wasn't repaired to listen to the words of whoever this foreigner was. "And I swear, if you give some dumbass annswer-"

"Call me Snipe. I do not want Mx. Dex dead, I want her opposing member dead." This got Jane to let up just slightly. Turning her head to look Marc dead in the eyes. Her own eyes were narrowed, flicking her sniper on safety as to not cause a stray bullet, before putting her arms under her.

"How can I trust you, hmm?" She asked, a snarl in her tone, but she felt the weight leave her shoulders, watching as this male got down and laid beside her, with his own sniper. Gloves, the cape and hood, his dead stare of want.. She took one look down to the sniper, seeing the safety engaged as well.

"Take a look.." He spoke, glancing to Jane, and after a bit of a stare off, they both looked in their respective scopes. "That person you see standing beside Mx. Dex? Large, glasses, practically looking at us?" Gaining a hum once Jane spotted the person, did Marc continue. "Their with me. They're there to protect Mx. Dex, not harm." Turning the gun slightly, Marc flicked the safety off.

Jane glared for a moment, watching him line up the shot. "What did he do, huh?" She asked, moving her sniper to bump Marc's off, gaining a growl and seeing him bare his teeth. This made her smirk, and also gain his attention.

"He's corrupt and a liar. Put my crew in danger just to to keep his ass safe. I'm not letting him do that to la ma famiglia again." Marc said, taking his time to line up the shot. "Mind doing me a favor?"

"I would mind, actually. I don't know you."

"And yet you haven't knocked the gun out of my hand. Aim at the bodygaurd's head."

"No."

Marc hummed, already expecting the answer, before he put his finger on the trigger. "Then move." He said, without taking another answer. She was either moving or getting hit with a bullet shell. Frankly? She only gave a chuckle and shuffled backwards. And quickly, two more shots rang out. The two bullets in Marc's chamber were gone, one through the skull of the bodygaurd, and the other through the neck of the rally leader.

Hearing the click of the gun behind him, as well as a barrel of a sniper being placed to the back of his skull, he could only sigh. "Well, that seems a little too easy, huh? Putting blind trust in-"

With anohter shot ringing out, as well as the grunt of Kyro in Marc's ear, did his fake 'you got me' turn to actual shock. "Jordan?? Are you okay?" He asked into the mic, before he gained a small 'I'm fine' from the bodygaurd. "You can't just give me an 'I'm fine'- Bring the car around, is Mx. Dex still alive?"

"I got shot in the ribs. Gonna be bruised for a while. Mx. Dex is alive- Swinging by to get you and Officer Dex." Kyro spoke, clear and deep, which was enough to soothe Marc's worries, before he looked to Jane and grabbed her sniper, using his strength to get by her to try and knock her down, but Jane wasn't going to let up easily. She fought back, using her advantage of skill set to rip the sniper out of Marc's hands and topple him to the ground.

She aimed the sniper at him, right between his eyes. "Give me one good fucking reason I shouldn't put a bullet through your brains."

"Jordan has Nicole safe! They're on their way to pick us up! Nicole is safe, trust me! Hold me at gunpoint until you see proof." Jane glared down in his eyes, trigger finger ready to pull, but she couldn't. Safety was still on. Glaring and growling, Marc took this chance to grab his sniper and run towards the edge of the building. He was able to hook it on his back, before jumping from the edge.

On the opposing building: Fire escapes. He grabbed onto the railing once he was close enough, his ribs hitting onto the bars. Although it hurt, he didn't have time, moving as quickly as he could down to railings. Once he was down on the ground, a car skidded to a halt beside him, doors unlocking as he jumped into the back seat.

Jane had been high on his tail, going down the building they were on's fire escape to get down, slower than Marc, but still hitting the ground shortly after Marc got into the car. She opened the other side, get in and-

"Jane?" Her gaze softened as she saw her own sister, alive and well, right beside her. "I knew it was you.." She said, moving in and hugging her, still stunned, younger sister.

Jane finally moved to hug Nicole back, feeling the car move and hearing the doors lock for their safety. "I.. You.. But.." She stammered, looking to the heavy-breathing Marc in the seat in front of her. "You... Weren't lying."

"Nope. Wouldn't lie about something like this." Marc spoke, giving a chuckle, which was quickly followed by a hiss of discomfort, and some minor swearing in Swedish. "Ohh, I think that's broken.."

"Really? When's that ever shocking?" Kyro spoke, taking off their sunglasses to reveal the multi-colored, prosthetic eye they wore that day. Black and red checkered, with some little white speckles. Their comment was followed by a hearty chuckle at the glare they gained from Marc.

"Oh, here we are, Mx. Silent with the jokes, ey?" Marc said, dramatically moving his hands and head, just to gain more laughter and giggles from the three others in the car. "Anyways, is there somewhere safe you two can go for the night? Away from uh... Paparazzi?"

"The press. Paparazzi applies to celebraties, press applies to politcal figures. But, I think we do have somewhere." Nicole spoke, looking to Jane with a smile, gaining a nod from the younger.

~~~

About three hours passed, before Marc actually called Burt to get them picked up, both him and Kyro being sore in the ribs from damaging them. Marc had called Riker, just to tell him they were alive, before they finally got teleported upwards.

With getting back up to the orbital station, it was a bit painful for them. Marc was sent to the medic ward immediately, given for how much pain it was for him breathing, and Kyro just dismissed their own discomfort as bruising, before going to find Joey.

Walking through the halls, suit and all, their glasses were tucked in their breast pocket. They soon spotted the lounge where they could see Joey, swaying and chewing at her nails, chatting with Malli and Riker. Well, less of chatting and more of listening to the two talking with each other.

They also looked around, to find Gremlin sitting silently, anxious by the way she tapped at the table, sitting across from the third in line, Sven Svensson. Sven was chatting, seemingly trying to calm Gremlin down. Looking between the groups, they decided to go towards Gremlin first, wanting to ease her nerves and not leave her in the dark. They hated being left in the dark themselves, so alleviating that stress would help ease the anxiety.

Walking over, they gave a tap to the table to gain both Sven's and Gremlin's attention. They gave a glance to Sven, before looking to Gremlin and crouching down, motioning her closer. Cupping their hand to her ear, they then spoke: "Blue is okay. He'll be pleased to see you in the medical bay. Worst thing, a broken rib." They pulled back, with Gremlin's eyes wide with relief. Before they knew it, Gremlin was hugging them and thanking them. Kyro did give a pat to their back, albeit awkwardly, they got up and let Gremlin run off, before giving a nod to Sven, and turning around to get over to Joey.

Giving a tap to Joey's shoulder, they turned around and gasp, before quite literally jumping into Kyro's arm, the size difference being funny to other's around them. But, to Kyro, this was home. They hugged Joey tightly, lightly nuzzling her cheek, before pulling away enough to see her eye to eye. They then gave a kiss to the prosthetic eye, when Kyro's eyes were closed, so it got planted on their eyelid. This made Kyro smile, hugging Joey tightly in their arms and giving a sigh of relief.

Riker's chuckle broke up the reunion between the two, with Kyro looking to Riker. "Glad to see you okay. I'm guessing Marc broke something?" With Kyro nodding and point to their ribs, Riker nodded. "Figured so. And that leaves that part one of three, complete." He spoke, opening up the folder and giving a mark to one part of it.