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[uriangerswife]

Witchy glam 🧹🎃

[shivasdarknight]

I love these two shots with @uriangerswife a lot for two very different reasons

Like they're both cute and especially the one with Daraxi (bnuuy) since it's just a cute hanging out photo

But the top one is a really good example of just how fucking big Surkie is compared to slightly above max height femra.

like she could snap a min height femra like a twig

[oknews]

Los arquitectos de La Plata avalan la suspensión de desarrollos inmobiliarios de la gestión de Garro

El Colegio de Arquitectos de La Plata respaldó el decreto del intendente Julio Alak que suspende por 180 días la ejecución de una serie de obras y procedimientos administrativos que fueron puestos en marcha de forma irregular durante la gestión de Julio Garro. La medida, motivada por inconsistencias legales en ordenanzas aprobadas durante la gestión del ex intendente y su secretario de Obras y…

[oldacefox]

Avalan, my half-drow, dark urge, circle of the land druid. Precious little bhaal-babe.

[grumpyascianteddybear]

you said you had something you needed to say to me .  so ,  what is it ? ( from lahabrea )

"I need you to talk to your wife." Emet stated as a huff left him. The bitch was messing with the atherial sea again. He wasn't happy about it. It was annoying to deal with. "I already talked to mine about trying to keep the chaos to a minimum while she is in town for you."

[lesbiano-idiota2]

El imbecil de Milei veta la reforma jubilatoria y se pudre

[enmnoticias]

Avalan ayuntamientos creación del Tribunal de Justicia Administrativa del Estado.

*** Mayoría de autoridades municipales a favor del decreto que reforma la fracción VI del Artículo 67 de la Constitución Política Local, aprobado el pasado 25 de octubre por este Congreso. Xalapa, Ver.– La LXVI Legislatura del estado de Veracruz de Ignacio de la Llave declaró aprobado el decreto que reforma la fracción VI del Artículo 67 de la Constitución Política del Estado, avalado por esta…

[starstrider]

Pictomancer Avalan for @lordguru :} Thank you for your support!

vgen | patreon | kofi

[mar3ggiata]

professional help, c15. The Viper.

simon riley x original character.

trigger warnings: violence, sexual assault, mentions of rape, trauma, sexual themes, swearing, use of alcohol and drugs.

song to listen to when reading this: Don Raffaè, Fabrizio de Andrè

abstract: it's Simon. here I am talking to Jude again, this time it gets too far, the police are involved… no just kidding (I wish someone would just take her away, believe me). also is anyone gonna tell her to stop using this bloody dialect of hers? it sound stupid anyways and I can't understand a word she says. bye.

T'agg ditt Salvo, è venuto a trovarmi a danza, io dovevo mangiare e gli ho chiesto se voleva cenare. Poi avrei portato fuori il cane e mi ha detto che era pericoloso da sola e mi ha accompagnato'. She was in her bathroom in her underwear, painting her toenails while on the phone with Salvo. She usually did this to make her feet seem more normal, she hated the blisters and calluses from wearing pointe shoes. If she didn't hurry up she would be late for work. She told him the Lieutenant had visited her after ballet class and since she needed to eat, she invited him out. Then, he suggested they'd walk the dog together since it was getting late. 'Fra, te non hai capito questo chi è', Salvo insisted. He was very surprised to hear that Lieutenant Riley, the one he briefly met years ago was going out and having dinner with his friend. Going out in general, really. 'Non ha famiglia, glieli hanno uccisi tutti, è una macchina da guerra, io e i colleghi avevam paura.' He told her back before he even met her, he heard stories about him. That a mission had gone sideways for him and his whole family had been killed (she felt terribly bad for asking about it). He told her that he was a killing machine, that him and his teammates feared him. She put away her nail polish. 'Salvo agg capit…Jinx lascia!' She said while trying to get a hold of her dog who stole her slippers. She sensed she was about to leave and decided to make it impossible for her to get ready in peace. She told her friend Simon had been actually nice the night before, she had to give him that. He kept going on saying few ever saw him without his mask on, that it was some kind of unspoken rule and he would get annoyed if someone tried to take it off, that he had survived hell and so on. She didn't tell him he ate a burger in front of her.

She asked if he was married, he said he had never saw him even speak with a woman that wasn't a coworker, that he probably lived a quite secluded life. She said she believed him. It's not a big deal, she said, but he got my fake name. Salvo paused. He won't know about… the other stuff, Alba. You're fine, he can't possibly know. She finished getting ready, and got to the base. She had an easy day ahead, she would start many of her appointments on zoom, some of her patients were deployed all over the world. Christmas is in a few weeks as well, she thought. It made her sad. She remembered Christmas dinners and parties very well in Italy, they had lots of traditions, they used to play board games and drink and eat together… She still did that by herself, unfortunately Jinx didn't know how to play cards. Salvo was still in Korea and she didn't think he would be back in time to see her. He would visit Italy and celebrate there, she thought. She sent him a message on the way to the car, to tell her about his plans for New Years.

She got to the base and when she turned the corner to get to the office she stopped. Simon. In front of her door. Except, she didn't smile this time. One time, I appreciate, two times, you're kind and caring, what's up now? To confirm her thought that something wasn't right, as soon as he saw her, Simon started walking towards her. What did I do now, do I need to run? He was wearing a black tight shirt and cameo trousers, his boots heavy on the ground. He looked scary, she even took a step back when she saw him coming towards her. He was as scary as an avalanche. It was so weird, now he saw him as he really was. A soldier, a man of war. He killed for a living, he wasn't her new little friend. Are you gonna kill me as well?

'Let's go' he said when he approached her. 'What? I have patients', she replied, he went past her at this point and turned the corner. I'm not following you Simon. What is he on about? He stopped when he noticed she wasn't behind him. 'Alba, let's go, you're not working today.' He insisted, and she just got more annoyed. 'No.' She kept a straight face and crossed her arms. 'And don't fucking call me that.' She hissed. She was confused, to say the least. He scoffed and took a step towards her. Why do you have to make things difficult now, I'm just trying to do my job. And yes, I am calling you by your pretty name since I can't get it out of my head. She took a step back, away from him. Was she afraid of him? He felt a burning pressure in his chest. He took a deep breath and relaxed his shoulders to seem less intimidating. Does she think he would hurt her like that other soldier did a year ago? If she only knew how much he thought about her, last night. She couldn't imagine how much time he lied awake, one arm between his head and the pillow, thinking so hard about her he felt his brain melting. Her lashes. Her voice. Her nails, the rosy colour of her cheeks.

'Laswell ordered me to come get you. She wants to see you.' He spoke with his voice soft, gently scrunching down to make up for those 30 centimetres that divided their eyes. Just come with me. He saw her relax, her expression softening. Still, she was frowning in confusion. 'My patients…', she looked like a confused little kid, she looked like when you do your maths homework with your dad at the kitchen table and you're tired and heartbroken and you're not getting any of the maths. He figured bossing her around wasn't really the way to win her heart. 'Already taken care of.' She had a white turtleneck on. With that, her blonde, silky hair, her translucent eyes piercing through his soul, she looked like an angel. She looked like a cloud, like an elf, the Lord of the Rings ones. 'You could have fucking told me earlier.' There she was.

He sighed and took off with her trough the corridor. 'What's going on?' she asked, and he didn't reply. 'If you don't answer I'm gonna fucking scream', she was nearly running, to keep up with him and he quite liked seeing her mad. 'She's gonna tell you.' He quickly glanced down at her. Her makeup looked different but he could not really pinpoint why. It made her whole face look brighter. They walked to Laswell's office, took the lift in silence. She smelled nice. Tangerines, flowers. It was a fresh smell. He opened the door of the office for her. Inside, Captain Price, Laswell, Calvin Klein Handsome Boy and Scotland were in the room staring at her. Her and the Lieutenant behind her. They looked like they were about to yell 'Surprise!' and balloons would appear and they would eat cake. Or they were just waiting for her and Simon to arrive cause they were invited for dinner. Or maybe they were going to play hide and seek until one of them found her and had the pleasure to kill her while the others watched. She felt Simon's presence behind her, she was too concentrated scanning the room but she could swear he gently pushed her back to make her get inside the room. 'Jude, thanks for coming, I'm sorry for making you skip your appointments.' Kate smiled and indicated she sat down at her desk. She was not gonna sit down. She took a step foreword and waited her to speak, her arms stiff at her sides, back straight. What's going on. Why the meeting, why this many people.

'Jude, Ghost told me about your theory. The crater.' Her eyes shot up at the captain, how spoke from beside the window. She looked at him 'Did he?' She whispered, then she looked at Simon, or better in the situation, Ghost, who was standing at her right. He was standing legs spread and arms crossed. Traitor. I told you not to say anything. She was ready to apologise for interfering. She shouldn't have trusted him. She had to change her job for sure, she had to leave again. She messed up too bad this time, she managed to mess up the only good thing about her life… Now this really wasn't a comfortable situation for Simon either. He had some explaining to do. He went to see the captain the night before and told him everything. 'I don't know if she's right to be honest. The crater is there and it's a good natural hiding spot for sure. I don't know if it's good enough intel', he had said. Price had thought for a few seconds. 'Listen Simon, I trust your judgement. I don't want to know where and when you talked to her, but we have a job to do…' he tried to interrupt, but he kept going. 'No, no don't worry, I don't want to know about your personal life, to be honest it would be nice to see you settle down and she really is a nice girl…'

'Sir, I-'

'The thing is, if she's wrong and this was all a little game we could waste time, lose our target and put our men at risk.' He managed to investigate further and found out Jude was right, again. Jude 2 - Ghost 0. He briefed his teammates that morning, who asked how he got that information and in which setting he spoke to Jude, which he replied was classified. They looked at him and they knew he was hiding something. He didn't even want to know what they thought. 'Yes, you see, we have a camp, headquarters near Al-Jareena, a few soldiers are still there. Yesterday night, after I was informed about what you found I sent them in the desert, they stopped…' he got close to the table and indicated the map that was placed in the middle '…about here.' She moved closer to the table. 'I sent two drones ahead. They found the crater, about two miles from where the cars had stopped.' He was typing on the keyboard of a laptop. He showed her the screen, she could see the video tape that the drones had recorded. It was in night vision, she couldn't see well, but the image was mostly clear. He spoke again while the video played. 'You see, there are snipers here… and all the way here…and when they got close to the centre…' he stopped, but she understood.

She could see buildings, tents. A camp. She could see people moving around, she could see a campfire. Guns. Then she spotted it. On the side of a tent. She looked up at the captain, her eyes bright with excitement. She could fucking cry in that moment. The viper print on the tent, eyes bright red. Khorram's troops were inside the crater.

notes: translation: 'Ti ho detto, è venuto a trovarmi a danza, io dovevo mangiare e gli ho chiesto se voleva cenare. Poi avrei portato fuori il cane e mi ha detto che era pericoloso da sola e mi ha accompagnato'. means 'I told you, he came to see me at ballet, i needed to eat and i asked him if he wanted to have dinner. Then I would have walked the dog and he said it was dangerous to go alone and he came with me.' 'Fra, te non hai capito questo chi è' means 'Bro, you don't understand who this is'. Fra is the abbreviated version of 'fratello' which means brother. When two are really close is common to call each other fra, boy of girl we don't care, even because it's a funny word, it's fake gangsta slang. I call my girlfriends fra all the time. 'Salvo agg capit…Jinx lascia!' means 'Salvo, I got it…Jinx let it go'.

notes: one of alba's perfumes is disumano by morph. (disumano means non human).

notes: can you tell I'm back at uni, I'm posting again lol

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[uriangerswife]

Posting this bisexual for Bisexual Awareness Day 💗💜💙

[the-magiarcheologist]

Hogwarts Legacy concept art

Don't know if anyone has shared these yet:

And individual porfolios of many artitst who worked on the game (go look at their full profile to find all the concept art for HL)

Intersting tidbit that can be found in there 👀 (maybe they can still offer that possibility for the sequel??)

Looking at the concept art for the cairn dungeons and the ancient magic dungeons (by Ben Simonsen) it also looks like thay had thought of much more elaborate puzzles within the dungeons and it hurst my heart that they cut that 😥 I wanted challenging puzzles to solve!

[oknews]

Los gobiernos de la UE avalan sin contestación el retraso de la normativa contra la deforestación

Los gobiernos de la UE han avalado sin contestación el retraso en la entrada en vigor de la normativa para combatir la deforestación. El Consejo de la UE ha dado el visto bueno a la dilación de un año planteada por la Comisión Europea sin que se haya llegado a votar. Ningún gobierno se ha posicionado en contra y se ha aprobado directamente, según han informado fuentes diplomáticas a elDiario.es.…

[oldacefox]

[cuchufletapl]

Lo de los señoros mexicanos oponiéndose a la palabra «presidenta» me da dolor de cabeza ya sólo de pensar en ello. Como lingüista, digo. Cada vez que lo veo entro en un bucle constante de:

pero de qué cojones estáis hablando; dejando de lado que la feminización con «-a» de palabras que originalmente eran neutras o masculinas es un proceso de derivación y nivelización morfológica muy común y totalmente consolidado en el español y que, por tanto, si la forma fuese nueva sería ridículo montar un pollo sobre ella, «presidenta» en particular lleva en uso desde hace cinco putos siglos, que el DRAE recogió el lema por primera vez en 1803, no puede ser más estándar ni queriendo, qué neologismo ni qué si incorrección ni qué ocho cuartos

y de:

¿de verdad estos machistas se creen que con sus sandeces pseudo-intelectuales sobre el participio de presente activo del latín engañan a nadie? ¿no ven que ni los académicos más normativistas avalan esta instrumentalización política de la lingüística porque no puede ser más burda ni a ladrillazos?

Virgen santísima, qué cruz, sólo lo veo tangencialmente por RRSS y ya me dan ganas de tirarme de los pelos. No me quiero ni imaginar cómo lo estarán pasando lingüistas y feministas en México desde hace meses ya con este tema.

[ruiniel]

Finding Anghabar

A friend showed me an overly enthusiastic cave exploration video and it reminded me of an old scene I wrote for a story featuring Maeglin. Said story is now unpublished but revived the scene here.

They traveled a narrow vale between the mountain peaks for much of the day, and would soon set camp and wait for dawn to move forward. Their animal companions needed to regain their strength.

The first few days and nights passed uneventfully as the group ventured deeper into the recesses of the mountain range. It was colder here, and the wind blew mercilessly as they climbed, but they were prepared and the natural resistance and hardiness of their bodies before the elements aided them.

Ten days passed in this manner, with smaller successes along the road as minor deposits of silver and gold ore were found. These places were marked for the future. When dusk was nigh, Tanwetamo gave the signal to raise camp in a vale surrounded by steep crags. All knew their tasks and took to them, either by raising protective enclosures to sleep in or by starting fires.

Maeglin looked to the unwelcoming crests, rising dark and silent against the skies. As his eyes listlessly roamed, he noticed a hollow within the slope of one of the surrounding cliffs. Dropping his pack, he called to Tanwetamo.

“What is it you see, prince?” This was the first time they’d taken this route, and any new possibility was worth exploring.

“Set your sight ahead. I think that may merit our interest.” He pointed towards the very place.

Tanwetamo looked to where Maeglin showed, and his interest was peaked indeed. Turning, he motioned for Mercion and a few others to join. “Let us climb for a closer view.”

The group reached the narrow crevice and saw it was wide enough for one of lithe frame to pass through. Maeglin entered first, followed by the rest. It was dark and humid inside. They discerned a wide cavern, possibly running longer than their sight could determine. There was no sign of life, but a curious scent lingered in the musty air.

Maeglin and Tanwetamo climbed through to one side, nimbly sprinting across boulders and debris. They drew closer to one wall. Maeglin placed his fingers upon the cold surface, tracing thin, dark grey lines which shimmered encased within the stone. His eyes widened.

“Iron!” he looked at Tanwetamo. “So much of it!”

Indeed, as the master craftsman inspected the wall, his features lit in wonder. Everywhere were signs of a rich seam of what could only be hard iron. This they needed, and had sought for a long time. It was not only used for building weapons and armor, but required for structural enhancements to the city.

The others also noticed the clear signs of the element and were glad, seeing their efforts already rewarded.

Tanwetamo placed a firm hand on the prince’s shoulder. “This find is yours. Let us mark it and—“ before he could continue, there came a sundering.

Heads swiveled to the source, only to fall upon an immense creature lumbering in the dark, making its way toward them. Its form was layered with patches of greenish scales. It stood tall as a threatening colossus with a maw of sharp, jagged teeth. Green liquid dribbled down its chin. It roared and tumbled forward, limbs crashing stone with little effort.

The group evaded as they could with their light sprints, but their new enemy followed, eyes set on the intruders.

“All to me!” Tanwetamo called, his voice stern as the elves drew their weapons.

Maeglin tried to think. Eöl had told him of this. Fell creatures inhabited the hidden recesses of the world, and though sparse, there were chances for one to stumble upon such. He tried to recall the descriptions... the one before them most closely resembled a troll, the cave-dwelling kind. Their strength surpassed their eyesight, and though Maeglin had never seen one in the flesh before, his father had told stories of encountering and defeating one.

Just then the troll roared again, its powerful thrusts unleashing an avalanche of stone. A few elves escaped the enclosure through the narrow opening, but the falling debris trapped the others, who could go no further.

Anguirel drawn, Maeglin was running towards Tanwetamo, who’d been struck by a falling boulder. The master smith now rose to his knees in a dazed attempt, bleeding profusely from a gash to the side of his head. His weapon lay a good distance away. With little thought in terms of precaution, Maeglin took flight from one sharp outcropping of rock and soared, landing on the troll’s back.

He fluidly vaulted and evaded its attempts at throwing him off. ‘Between the eyes, my son. That is where it is most vulnerable. And the back of its head.’

In one leap, holding his black sword with both hands, Maeglin thrust the blade through the base of its skull.

The troll shook, and he was too slow in evading a heavy arm as it shot upward in a confusing array of desperate movement, striking him with the full force of a falling mountain. Eyesight dimming, he crashed into the eastern wall of the cave, and did not rise again.

[rachaeljoelleart]

Avalan