#as ye sow

[weirdlookindog]

[ladymisteria]

Diego and Felipe’s Father & Son/Brothers Moments + Concerned Diego

*Felipe clutches his stomach and sinks down to the floor, as Diego and Don Alejandro walk in.* Diego, immediatly concerned: Felipe, what's wrong? *He and Don Alejandro both rush to Felipe, and Diego crouches down in front of him. Felipe waves his hand down the front of his stomach.* Don Alejandro, crouching down beside Diego: Can't follow. What's he saying? Diego, confused: I don't know. *He turns to Felipe.* Diego: Try again. Slower! *Felipe presses his hands to his stomach then looks up pleadingly at Diego.* Diego: Stomach pains. *Felipe nods then points downward with his right index finger.* Diego: Poison?! *Felipe nods again, then puts his hand to his chest and waves it away. Diego: This happened to you after you went to Don Sebastian's hacienda? *Felipe nods one last time.* Diego, suddently agitated, turning to Don Alejandro: Father, get some water: we need to flush the poison from his system! *Don Alejandro stands up and leaves, while Diego turns back to Felipe - who looks up pleadingly again at him.* Diego, trying to calm him: Whatever it is, I'm sure it will pass. *He helps Felipe stand up, then helps him walk over to a settee opposite them.* Diego, as Felipe doubles over: I know, I know… It feels terrible. Don Alejandro, from near: Diego. *Diego turns as Felipe collapses onto the settee.* Don Alejandro, coming up and holding out a glass of water: Let's hope he can keep it down. *Diego takes the glass and hands it to Felipe, who takes a sip of it.*

Season 4, Episode 4 - As Ye Sow.

[pinacoladamatata]

blink and you'll miss it moments around skyhold....

[animentality]

the trumpers are out here insisting that trump won because those uppity city liberals are so arrogant and snooty looking down on them with their superiority complexes, and they lost the election because they refused to pander emotionally to the beer guzzlers and gun toting rednecks of this proud nation, well.

I'm just gonna say something even white trash can understand...

with all due respect... fuck your feelings.

dumbass hicks.

[pencilofawesomeness]

“Never take me lightly, silly fool.”

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Lilia's scene from chapter 25 of And You Think, “No Escape” by @therosefrontier has lived rent free in my mind and also irrevocably changed my perception of Lilia's in-game little victory line for the battles/exams. (The whole fic lives rent free, but I particularly wanted to come back and draw Lilia for this one, because Lilia is a terrifying badass and he deserves it.)

I won't say too much here (though I may ramble in the tags) so as to not spoil one of the finale scenes that much but it's a really good fic, high recommend.

[spitblaze]

This is going to sound mean but I mean this in the most sincere and compassionate way I possibly can:

If you see a comment on the internet that is transphobic towards your group and your first assumption is that the person who wrote it is a different kind of transgender and not cis, especially if that comment is completely removed from all context or anonymous, no avatar or username or anything, take that as a sign to log off for a few days or pick up a new hobby.

[bleezebrew]

It was at this moment bleeze knew that they had fucked up.

[bonefall]

What would be Nightcloud’s name if she was leader? Since we have Nightstar, and we have Cloudstar,

StarClan would think of a good one for her, if she didn't have one in mind.

I feel like she'd want to call herself Sowstar. Hogs are the largest, strongest, most DANGEROUS animal in the 5 Clans. A boar might be dangerous on his own, but a sow fights with TWICE the strength to protect her little humbugs.

And I think that's the sort of name she would want to wear. She's proud of her strength, and is now finally realizing she can be proud of her commitment too. And even a sow, just for defending its babies, they can be hated and maligned by Clan cats.

She'd feel a connection to sows that would be a great honor to bear in a name.

[my-various-aus]

So, I decided to do my own roleswap critters...because I had the thought of an Orange Cat Catnap and it kinda got away from me a bit.

So, here's Chatty Cat, the sweet no thoughts, head empty leader fo the critters. He does not get the brain cell often, but he doesn't let it stop him for being there for his friends.

Next is Dogtired, who is one of the only ones of the friend group that can get Chatty to calm down and is the one to make sure all of his friends gets proper rest.

Then there's Barley Hopstodon, who makes sure his friends are always eating well. His favorite food is anything peanut-flavored, but especially cookies and smoothies.

And last, but certainly not least, is Savvy Sow! She's the unofficial second leader of the group, since she holds the brain cell that Chatty can never access.

I'll get around to the other four soon, but I had these guys in mind already that I just had to draw them.

[soweli-musi]

just had our dressings changed and everything looks amazing and is healing super well I'm so happy. going to be compiling images for tumblr soon to go with my day log but for now!! post dressings selfie below the cut so you can see 6 days post op! nothing graphic, I've got scar tape and coverings on, but really wanted to share progress

[ladymisteria]

Cute childish Diego

Diego: Now we have to work on future problems by learning to dispose of things safely. Don Alejandro: If that's true, Diego, then you just tell me how to dispose of all these infernal weeds. *He sweeps his left arm over his garden, then turns back to Diego.* Diego: Well, perhaps it's just a matter of perception, Father… Don Alejandro, through clenched teeth: Perception? They're weeds, Diego! Diego, childishly: Well, um… Look at it this way: the weeds are probably there for a reason. Um… My guess is that they're just plants whose virtues we have yet to discover. *He hold up a rose bud to his nose and sniffs it as Don Alejandro looks at him angrily - a glare to which he responds with a fake innocent smile.*

Season 4, Episode 4 - As Ye Sow.

[jimmyglubs]

Been watching some mushi-shi recently and felt inspired to draw my boy ginko

[blnk338]

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Price:

Generally grew up with a pretty dull family life; parents were distant, especially his dad

Made a vow that he would not only be a good father, but he would remind those around them that they are watched over, whether they liked it or not

Dad taxation like it’s the end of the fucking world.

Oh you got a little sweet drink? Better not look away, he’s taking a sip

Buy candy at the gas station? His arm’s already careened around the side of the driver’s seat, asking you for some

Big on movies, but will absolutely fall asleep while watching them, then shoot up and tell you not to change the channel when you even touch the remote

Struggles a lot internally trying to deal with the fact that every mission might be his last with his boys, mulling over the loss of Alex, wondering if the same will happen to Gaz

Genuinely sees Garrick as the son he never had and knows that the kid admires him

It’s not often Price gets a hug or a pat on the back, but it’s hard for him to hide the wide smile that spreads across his lips when one of his team wraps an arm around him or pats his shoulder.

Survivor’s guilt to the max, man. Every mission is a mental preparation for the worst, and the very idea that he could be responsible for any one of the 141’s deaths weighs on him like all hell

Couldn’t decide if he wanted to get ordained or be the best man at Laswell’s wedding, so he did both. He sobbed as he read out his lines, then threw dad ass during the after-party.

Has a habit of calling his team, especially Gaz, “son” and has just gotten so used to it that he’s stopped correcting himself, and not a single member has brought it up seriously (aside from gag gifts for the holidays)

The warmest, most loving hugs out of the entire 141. The other's hugs are great, but there is so much genuine care put into every single bear hug of his. Each embrace holds you like it's your last, enveloping you in warmth as he mutters a few words of comfort, thanks, or both.

Wishes he could be a better father to his own daughters, but continuously finds reasons to stay in the military

Because of that, he is the absolute worst at discipline when he's on leave. He can scold as much as he wants, but his kids know he’s not being serious. Spoils them to not end.

His daughters also love Gaz and see him as an older brother

Gaz:

Like Price, there’s a lot of internal blame for everything.

Maybe if he shot first, or got to the site faster—maybe if he was better... those soldiers, those people, could’ve been saved.

Sees himself often as a shield, a hand in battle, and with that, sees himself as expendable. If it means seeing his team come back alive, he’d do anything to make sure that they’re okay.

Selfless to a fault. He’s taken more bullets, more stabs, and more punches than anyone else on the team during TF-141’s active timeframe. Price worries like hell over him because, on most missions, he comes back with at the very least a swollen cheek.

Considered smoking to take the edge off, but hates the taste of cigarettes and cigars, and prefers edibles over it all.

Even with that, he still tries to handle it “naturally,” insisting he’s alright and doesn’t need anything to cope, that the stress and anxiety will just pass eventually.

Refused therapy for a long time because he was afraid of getting worse, but eventually started going and has overall enjoyed his time

Was a parkour kid and then just… never lived it down.

Because of this, it’s nearly impossible to get away from the guy. Soap’ll pull pranks on him and have the guy in a dead sprint across base, leaping and vaulting off of boxes, crates, and other soldiers just to catch the Scotsman.

Bit people when he was a kid, too

Says “bruh”

“A woman? The only woman in my life is Joann Fabrics.”

Knows how to sew, patches up his clothes all the time, stitching his initials into the tags.

What can he say? He likes to keep his stuff to himself (plus with all of the stuff that Soap steals, if he doesn’t put a label on ‘em, they’ll be right in the lost and found)

Bit his nails pretty far down to the point where they hurt, so he tried out different nail polishes to keep himself from biting. When on the field, if he feels like he needs to bite them, he just sharpie’s them in (it works well enough for the guy)

Is completely content with drinking things right out of the fridge, regardless of who’s home. The milk you got yesterday? He’s just takin’ a quick swing, no worries, no really, it’s fine—just a sip, JUST A SIP—

Soap:

This guy plasters on a smile to cover up his crazy anxiety and intense paranoia; the responsibility he feels for his team, especially his lieutenant, is fucking crazy

He’ll take a bullet for everyone, but he’s more than willing to take whatever is needed for Ghost or Price, knowing they’re a higher rank, therefore sees them as more important. He holds Gaz in the same way, but he can't act the same because he's supposed to see him as equal; yet he would willingly take an RPG for the kid

Loves giving himself and his teammates spa days; face and hair masks, deep conditioning, threading eyebrows

Big on physical affection, but really relishes in the idea that he can do things for the people he cares about instead of hugs if preferred

The guy’s filled with so much love, it’s hard to contain, but he’s really really good at waiting and holding back for those who aren’t as into touching.

Like he knows Price loves hugs, so he’ll take any chance to pat his shoulder or include him in the fun, wrapping an arm around him, engaging him with the rest of the team’s shenanigans

Gaz loves the silly stuff with Soap, so they’ll pretend to make out or make fake moaning sounds, smacking the walls to make it seem like they’re fucking or something just to mess with any poor bystanders on base; adores how much shit he can pull with Gaz, so at the drop of a feather, he’s up and ready to fuck around and find out with the younger Brit. They are responsible for thousands of dollars in property damage.

Quality time with Roach is a big thing for the two of them since Roach seemingly always has something he has to do, and Soap can’t always help him (paperwork and such); just sitting in the same room, making light conversation, or doodling on the scratch paper while his fellow sergeant files papers is enough for him.

He knows Ghost isn’t huge on physical affection, so all of his touches never go past a short, half-embrace; usually landing on things like a clap on the shoulder or punch to the arm. Otherwise, Soap’ll run around doing tasks for him, helping him with the privates for the day, and other mundanities for his lieutenant. If it makes his life easier, Soap would tell him to consider it done before he even starts.

Sometimes wonders how good the team would be without him; if it all came down to it, what would he need to do to make sure that the 141 could manage without his support?

Big overthinker. Spends hours sometimes just cleaning the same knife over and over again, staring off into space, eyes blank as his mind tries to click puzzle pieces together

Thalassophobia

Still calls it a “slumby” instead of a slumber party

“It’s not a slumber party”

“YES IT IS WERE HAVING FUN AND WERE STAYING THE NIGHT IT’S A SLUMBY”

Its an abandoned warehouse in the middle of no where, there’s leaks in the roof, and the ground is damp.

Ghost:

Was a really anxious kid that ended up trying to cover it all up in his teens. Was actually kinda popular in high school; athletic, good-natured, and genuinely tried his best in his courses. There was always something sort of off about him though, he’d sit in class with a faraway look, spacing out, sometimes coming into school with eyebags for days.

Bit people as a kid

Wanted to go to college for computer engineering, but was highly discouraged and ended up getting into the military instead (as well as other reasons)

Still sometimes wonders about working with tech instead of using firearms, but those are just dreams, nothing more. He has a job to do now, it’s useless to think about anything but that.

Trusts every single member of the 141 (eventually Alej and Rudy) with his life. Is absolutely terrible at actually saying it, but would take a tank to the teeth to make sure they all end up alive. He isn’t willing to let them be selfless—he isn’t willing to give anyone up.

Milk drinker

Raw egg eater

Likes almonds, does not like cashews. Has never given a reason why.

Does not care for bugs.

“Why are you screaming, it’s a beetle.”

Doesn’t really get the whole deal about insects because they're usually so easy to take care of, but will remove them once everyone quiets down, taking a little piece of paper and cup, scooping up the little thing, and placing it outside. If someone's got a fear, he respects it and will take care of it, but he does it all with a neutral look on his face.

His main party trick is that he can swallow a cup of jello without blinking.

Just bottoms up, down the hatch, and done

Soap tried to do the same thing once and it ended up with him making a HOUGH sound and the jello, still fully intact, shooting across the room and splatting against the wall

Likes to write down jokes he thinks of on his arm; carries a pen everywhere

On that note, his arm and hands are his notepads. You can easily find random numbers, dates, a few mismatched words, and a small grocery list all on his non-dominant hand

Feels like he can’t ever get married or have kids because he’s so afraid of what happened to his parents will happen to him, and he never wants to do that to anyone, especially someone he loves

Still struggles with a lot of self-worth, denying the idea of a family or a stable future. It’s easier to not think about the future when you aren’t sure if you’re going to make it through the next mission

Is Normal British Guy #81 in his civvies, unless with the 141. He’ll wear a scarf or a mask for hunting or for winter, but he genuinely doesn’t wear shit during normal hours. If he's with one of his teammates, he'll wear a face mask of any sort.

One time, Soap was down south to pick up a specific brand of coffee he likes (yes, he’s particular), and Simon, who was getting some last-minute groceries, just stared at him for a good nineteen seconds before walking to the back of the store.

Soap didn’t know it was him.

... and he never will because Ghost’ll never tell him

Nosey nelly, this one.

Knows everyone’s info, for some reason.

He knows your address, and your social security number, oh, tell your mom “happy birthday.”

The team’s gotten used to it because he’s gotten better, but they all know that he’s seen their files.

it's all precautionary, doesn't intend for it to be creepy

[abrahamvanhelsings]

going fucking insane why is everyone i talk to 100% on board with the rapidly increasing militarization of our society. 'yes but russia! we need to protect ukraine and europe' listen i understand the sentiment. but has any situation in this world ever been resolved by an arms race. no. in fact things have always gotten worse. meanwhile you're advocating for the further establishment of the state's monopoly on violence and the expansion of military activity in every single aspect of our society, physically as well as ideologically. get well soon i guess.

[looseleafteeaves]

Peace

This is in a world I am tentatively calling the Sowing Wildflowers AU. All you need to know is that: 1. There was no Order 66. 2. Jedi, hearts hurting from the war, scatter like seeds in the wind. The clones carring them further. 3. The main characters are members of a race of people called Melinomin. Main Characters: Sola Baileya, a senior padawan (Sola is a melinomin) CT-10-3-5420, AKA Captain Snitch (she/her(?) don't know why, Captain Snitch slammed that over my head when I tried to write "he" CT 12-1-9151, AKA Puddle (He/him, a klutz)

Mentioned: Jedi Knight Taplel Vrahe, a mikkian jedi artisan who was unfortunately thrown into the war as a general.

Light gently streaming across closed lids.

Wind rustling leaves, the scents of baked sand and floating flowers surrounding the small figure floating cross legged. The nose twitches, and a quick last breath out, and the figure uncrosses their legs, standing.

"Captain Snitch? What can I do for you?"

"Ah, Commander Sola, we are approaching the MediCorp station, the Sun Touch? I figured you would want to know."

"Thank you Captain Snitch. I will fetch the blankets we are delivering now."

The commander, whose long skirt swishes behind her as she exits, nods, calling over her shoulder "Puddles is joining you, so be prepared."

----

Sola reaches out in the force, brushing against the many bright lights remaining on the Sun Touch in farewell. As the Artisan jumps into hyperspace, Sola turns.

"Puddle, you've been especially quiet today. I know you didn't really get to know me, or Master Taplel, but even if the war was not over, you could ask us anything."

Puddle stays silent, gathering his thoughts. "I just- what is that thing you and General Vrahe are doing in the Growth Room? Why are you just sitting there with your eye closed? Didn't you have many other things you were supposed to be doing?"

Sola smiles and hops onto the nearest table, bringing themself to eye level.

"I know that clones received a limited education on Jedi with the kaminoans... did you learn anything about meditation?"

"That it is the action of meditating, which is focusing one's mind for a period of time, in silence or with the aid of chanting, for religious or spiritual purposes or as a method of relaxation."

"Textbook perfect, Puddle. Meditating is that, however, it is also a process that jedi use to connect and immerse ourselves in the force, releasing emotions that affect us in negative ways, and learning from what we experienced. It is something that is very helpful to build a habit of. but can be difficult to get the hang of. Does that make sense?"

"So, I'm hearing that meditating is something you are doing to understand your experiences, or relaxing and releasing stress. Is that correct?"

"That's exactly correct, Puddle!"

"So what were you meditating about today?"

Sola grabs Puddle's hand and pats it. "Can I invite you to join me to meditate? I would like to meditate some more on peace, and how healing it can be, especially when you were not original built to be in war."

Puddle looks into Sola's face. "I am not the best at staying still, but to concept of peace is something I would love to gain understanding of. Please allow me to partake in your hospitality, and join you in meditating."

Sola almost dances down the hallway. "Then let us go to the Grow Room! The sunlight simulators are the best!"

And Puddle, joining Sola in mediating, experiances his first taste of peace.