#beeble-moved

[paranoidgemsbok]

Oh btw Seaweed has like. Fully risen from the dead. I don't know why but my theories are that he either fought a demon and won or fought a demon and lost

[bjfinn]

THREE GHOSTS AND A BABY

This is for @sadfungus -- hope you like it!

"Hey, guys!" Beetlejuice said when he appeared. "What's going on?"

"Oh, BJ! Come and see!" Barbara replied, smiling.

"She's so cute!" Adam gushed.

"Whatcha got there?" He stepped forward and looked over their shoulders.

"Aaaaah! " he screamed when he saw what they were fussing over. "What the fuck is THAT??? "

"It's a little girl," Adam told him. He was holding the child's hand. "Her name's Lydia. She's two and a half."

"Two and a half what?"

"Who are you?" Lydia asked the demon.

"Aaaaah! " he screamed again. "It SPOKE!!! "

The toddler giggled. "Funny man," she said.

"I think she likes you," Barbara said. Lydia smiled and nodded. "See?"

Beetlejuice grimaced. "Well, I don't like it. It's horrible! Make it go away!"

"Beetlejuice, be nice!" Adam scolded. "Lydia's not an 'it'." He squatted down before Lydia. "BJ didn't mean it, honey," he told her. He glared over his shoulder at Beetlejuice. "He's just being rude!"

"BJ! " the child squealed happily. "Beeble-boose, Beeble-boose, Beeble-boose! "

Beetlejuice covered his ears. "Make it STOP!!! "

Barbara grabbed him by the upper arm and pulled him aside. "YOU stop!" she admonished him. "You behave yourself! She's a little girl, not a monster!"

"Says you," Beetlejuice grumbled. He grimaced again.

"You apologise to her -- right now! " Barbara ordered him.

"You're not the boss of me."

In response, Barbara raised her fist.

"Okay, okay!" Beetlejuice relented. "You know, Babs," he said, "I'm not sure I like this side of you. I think I liked you better before you got tough. What happened to the old Barbara?"

"Now, BJ!"

"All right, all right -- gimme a sec, would you? Yeesh! " He looked at the child again and shuddered, his face screwed up in disgust. "Hi, uh ... Lydia," he said.

"Hi, Beeble-boose!" Lydia said, smiling, and she gave him a little wave.

"Nope, nope, nope!" BJ said. "Not doing it! Sorry, Babs!" He turned to get away from the child, but Barbara blocked him.

"BJ," she warned.

"Ah, come on!" he wheedled. "I gave it my best shot!" He glanced over at Lydia and grimaced. "How do you expect me to apologise when it keeps talking to me?"

"That's what kids do -- they talk," Barbara said.

"I don't like it."

"Well, you better get used to it, uh, her -- her parents bought this house."

Beetlejuice's eyes went wide. "What??? When did that happen?"

"They moved in yesterday," Adam said.

"And you LET them??? With their ... their ... THAT??? " he shuddered again.

Barbara and Adam looked at each other and rolled their eyes. This was going to take some time.

*****

Adam was worried -- it had been a week since the Deetzes had moved in, and Beetlejuice still hadn't warmed up to Lydia. "What if he decides to hurt her? What then? He's stronger than both of us together."

Barbara frowned. "You really think he might hurt Lydia?"

"I think it's a possibility, yeah." He shrugged. "Of course, he knows what she means to us -- he might decide to just scare the Deetzes away."

Barbara considered this for a moment, before shaking her head. "I don't think we can take that chance -- if Beetlejuice is anything, he's unpredictable. We need to come up with a plan just in case he --"

Just then, they heard Lydia laughing.

They popped down to her room to see what was going on.

Beetlejuice was there, trying to frighten the child, but no matter how many scary faces he made, Lydia just giggled.

He saw the Maitlands and turned to them, tears in his eyes. "I can't scare her," he told them. "Nothing I do can make her cry." The tears rolled down his cheeks, watering the moss in his beard. "What's wrong with me?"

Barbara's heart melted a bit, and she put her arms around him. "Oh, Beej," she said, stroking his hair, "there's nothing wrong with you."

He was sobbing now. "Yes, there is -- I can't e-even scare a kid! I've lost my mo -- my m-mojo! "

Barbara held him tight, letting him sob. Adam came over and hugged Beetlejuice from behind, and the three of them stood like that for a long moment.

"Don't cry, Beeble-boose," Lydia said, taking his hand in hers.

Neither Barbara nor Adam noticed that he didn't pull his hand away. Neither of them noticed that he held onto Lydia's hand firmly but gently.

*****

Another week passed, and Beetlejuice still wasn't happy with Lydia's presence -- but at least he seemed to have given up trying to frighten her.

"I'm not sure that's a good thing," Adam said to his wife. "He could be planning something. Something bad. He's a demon -- he's capable of anything. I think we should --" He stopped suddenly. "Do you hear that? It sounds like ..."

"Singing," Barbara replied, nodding.

"Really bad singing. The only person I know who sings that badly is --"

"Beetlejuice!" they chorused, and popped downstairs.

There, in Lydia's room, they found the demon sitting on the floor with the little girl in his lap, singing softly to her in that raspy voice of his:

Hush little baby, don't say a word

Beej is gonna buy you a big buzzard

And if that big buzzard won't screech

Beej is gonna buy you a giant leech

And if that giant leech won't suck

Beej is gonna buy you a barrel of muck

And if that barrel of muck goes dry

Beej is gonna buy you a tsetse fly

And if that tsetse fly won't whine

Beej is gonna love you till the end of time

[antihibikase2]

His eyes have yet to open, but when he hears the familiar shuffling of footsteps, the crinkling of a bag and its contents, and the little wet steps that he could only assume came from a Simipour, his head turns slightly.

"Beebles?" He weakly calls out. He couldn't see or move his body, all he could do was call out to her and hope she heard him.

And she did; from across the pod where Cheren was, Bianca was making her rounds throughout the mechanisms, making sure that everything was accounted for and she could pull Cheren out of the dream machine without consequence.

She only knew a bit about how the machine worked, however- she used it for dream travel many a time, but she was never the one behind the panel, pressing buttons and working her magic- that was Amanita's thing.

"Hydra," Her Simipour looks up at her at the mention of her name. "Go to Cheren's side. Remove those little, um, things on his arms and legs. The plug-like things,"

She salutes and chitters happily as she makes her way to Cheren. Her presence seems to soothe Cheren, and he finds himself relaxing back into the pod, drifting off to a dream.

Bianca smiles a little bit, but she resumes in her task.

There was no telling when Colress would be back. She needed to act quickly, gather necessary documents and evidence, and find a way to escape.

She could only hope that the intruders she heard that broke in were her allies- or at least, help that would assist her and Cheren in getting out of the Frigate.

Cheren does not make any sounds of pain as those little things attached to him were removed one by one; Simipour is even kind enough to roll down the sleeves of his shirt and pants as she does so, and scurries about looking for his coat.

Bianca takes a glance above the monitors, finding it had shut off completely- no longer showing her that display of an empty field of red spider lillies.

She's about to make her way to her friend at last, when she hears something from underneath one of the panels.

She doesn't hesitate to take Musharna out of her ball.

"Mums, help me out here!"

The pink Pokemon does a cry, weeding out all what was hidden from her sight; pens that have clattered to the floor, paper cups that rolled out of sight..

And a young girl in a familiar hat and bubblegum pink hair, similar to the picture Rosa had shown her before.

She does a terrified squeak when Musharna lifts her up in the air, hugging her bag close to her chest; when its contents spill out, Musharna is quick to pick those up too, gently guiding them down on the table in front of Bianca.

She sees a planner, an Xtransceiver, several markers of varying colors, and a red apple.

The last item makes her freeze.

Still, she instructs Musharna to gently lower the girl back on the floor as she sends out her Serperior to coil around her; not too tightly, but not loose enough to let her escape either.

She's not fond of such tactics, but if this girl was part of Team Plasma, she couldn't hold back- not when her friend's life was on the line again.

"Not too tight, Dahlia," She says. Her Serperior huffs, but complies.

The girl looked so utterly terrified, Bianca couldn't help but feel bad, even if she knew for a fact that she and that other child- the one with the spiky green hair, were the reason she and Cheren were here in the first place.

They couldn't be bad; they just couldn't.

Hilda would have told her otherwise.

"Hydra, Mums, go help out Cheren, okay? I'll be with you in a sec,"

She approaches the scared girl, reminding herself to not let herself get lost in her own fears.

Don't lose your heart.

"Nancy- no, that's not who you are," Bianca shakes her head. "Yancy. You're Rosa's friend."

She doesn't answer with anything else but a scared whimper.

She doesn't have a hazy look in her eyes, not like Cheren had two years ago.

What she did have was the same hurt and apologetic expression as Anthea and Concordia had, like she was a Herdier being yanked around on its chain.

If she never wanted to hurt anyone, Bianca could help her.

"I won't hurt you," She assures, crouching down to her level. Dahlia looks at her incredulously, which Bianca ignores. "Really, I promise! Look at you, you're just around Rosa's age, aren't you? Maybe a little older? Goodness, you should be in school, or traveling.."

Her eyes water a little a bit.

"You don't have to explain everything to me right now, but I need to know; are you doing all of this against your will?"

She gets the answer she expects.

Yancy stiffly nods.

"Then that's all I need to know. I'll need you to come with me so we can help you. Dahlia," The Serperior huffs, but Bianca pouts her cheeks and stomps on the floor a little. "She's just a little girl, let's let her go."

Before the serpent could uncoil, the mechanical doors suddenly open, and a wave of electricity sends Hydra flying against one of the screens, cracking them.

"Ah-! Mums! Psyshock!"

"Noise, Flash Cannon."

"Dahlia, help Mums out! Dragon Tail!"

"Beam, Psychic."

Dahlia unwraps herself from Yancy, slithering away to strike the Magnezone that attacked her allies.

Bianca grabs Yancy by her wrist and runs to the opposite end of the room, far from the battle that takes place and to where Hydra had flown.

She recalls her back to her ball as she immediately makes her way to the pod, trying to finish off the job herself by frantically removing everything she can off of Cheren.

"You know, Miss Alabaster," Colress speaks, his glasses shining underneath the lights. "We're discovering things. Great things. I don't get why you're so opposed to the idea when you yourself seek the truth of the legends."

Yancy looks up at Bianca in worry.

She does not pay him any mind; with all the strength her body could muster, she tries to carry Cheren out of the pod before her knees buckled.

She wasn't Hilbert, who could lift his body with ease- so she settles with wrapping his arm around her. She would get them out of here no matter what.

"If you are willing to help Team Plasma's cause, I suppose I can offer you an incentive to do so," Colress strides past the battlefield, an aura of Protect surrounding him as he walks. "I can make no promises, but if you help us with trying to harvest memories out of your friend, I can return you the body once we're done. Consider it a souvenir."

"You're not serious about that, are you? What kind of person will accept that offer?"

"I make no jokes," He stops his tracks. "You are the Scholar of Truth. You should be elated; if we are able to extract his memories as The Heart, we will be able to finally have a complete, unbiased version of events."

"And who can say you'd stop at Cheren?" Her voice is shaky, but she tries to remain firm. "Because that's not enough. You'll definitely do the same to me, to Hilda, to anyone else, because the legends don't just end there! We'll never be able to find out the whole truth, because we can't feasibly get everything we need from just a few people!"

Yancy sees one of Bianca's hands palm over a Pokeball on her belt.

Colress' expression does not change, but he sighs. "This is as close to the truth as you can get, but you're denying the opportunity for sentimentalities."

"You can look down on me and what I do all you want, but I would never trade my friend for anything."

Such a statement makes Colress raise an eyebrow.

"Denying the truth again, aren't you? Your friend has died two years ago. The person he is now and is acting in his conscious is a shell of who he once was."

"I don't care! Cheren is Cheren, and nothing you say will ever change that!"

"Is that so?"

He flicks his finger.

Another Pokemon bursts into the lab, crashing through the metal walls without so much as a struggle. Its body was a shimmering silver as opposed to the usual blue that Bianca knew most Metagross had.

"Tomb, Earthquake."

She expected this.

She throws another Pokeball up in the air, and a Swoobat comes flying out. "Azalea, Telekinesis!"

A pink aura surrounds Bianca and all of her allies. Azalea cries as she uses all of her power to lift all of them off the ground as the Metagross' earthquake hits Beheeyem and Magnezone, which holds onto dear life thanks to the Focus Sash tied around it.

Colress stares as the attack pierces through the rest of the lab, breaking a huge chunk off of the wall and exposing them to the sky.

The pull of air is simply too much, and Bianca finds herself and her allies thrown off the ship while Colress and Metagross stay in place due to Magnet Pull.

His eyes never leave her, Yancy, or Cheren for a moment, even as his experiment is ripped away from his grasp.

As Bianca falls, she recalls Dahlia back into her ball and steels her resolve; Yancy is screaming and crying for help, and Cheren is unconscious.

She hopes that their power is enough; at least, enough to cushion them to safety.

"Mums, Azalea, Psychic!"

Both Pokemon make strained cries as they pull themselves together to surround the falling trainers with a pink energy, brighter than any they've made before.

And suddenly, Bianca finds herself almost floating in the sky as their fall becomes slower and slower.

From above, the ship of the Plasma Frigate seems to have been badly affected by Colress' reckless attack, and was steering itself to land into the forests of Giant Chasm.

She spots silhouettes flying out of the ship as it slowly collapses on the ground; two of belonging to bird Pokemon, one belonging to a dragon, and another belonging to a Jellicent.

She sighs in relief.

When she feels the sand crunch under her feet, she finds Yancy clinging onto her jacket for dear life, still shaken and sobbing while Cheren is laid on the sand, unmoving and still.

"It's okay," Bianca says, trying to calm her own nerves as she pulls Yancy closer to her. "You're safe now, both of you are."

And for the first time, Yancy says something to her.

"He's going to punish Curtis," She says through sobs. "And he's going to kill my Togetic,"

"Hey, hey, ssshh, it's alright, he won't do any of that! We won't let him, okay? We'll save Curtis," She supposes it was the other idol kid that the kids befriended. "And your Togetic. Okay? He won't scare you anymore, okay? We'll protect you."

It's not much, but Yancy seems to feel safer now; instead of using this chance to run away and hide forever, she remains in Bianca's hold, almost desperate for any sort of comfort she can cling to.

Though the adrenaline slowly starts to wear off, Bianca knows the battle is far from over. All she can do is wait for Hilda and the Aspertia Trio to update her on their next course of action as her legs give out in exhaustion.

[bullfrawgs]

Two of my favorite topics, Gender and Un-Set magic. You love to see it.

The thing with Un-Magic Special Actions is that they work on rule of fun. Clothing status is a special action (Denimwalk, Blurry Beeble, Hat-Matters stuff, Ladies Knight) and I feel like gender would work similarly. However manipulating the people in the room seems like the sort of thing that shouldn't be manipulatable as part of casting?

Alternatively, you could say that there's 2 separate parts of the cast trigger and that considering the set of people in the room is done immediately and then calculating the gender ratios of that population takes a non-0 amount of time following.

Also, note that the casting of the spell is centered on Where the Game Is. The caster moving outside before cast wouldn't work since it's still calculating the people in the room with the table (or on the table) you're playing on. If the game is outside, then "the room" is calculated alternately as either a discrete area within the outside (say, a park bordered by the 4 adjacent streets), or simply as "everything in eyesight that isn't clearly Inside".

The rest of the answers I cosign wholeheartedly.

stumbled across this card on scryfall and oh boy is it a doozy

so. the updated wording of the card (most importantly "gender" and "as you cast") makes this potentially the funniest card in the game rules-wise. no judge has weighed in on it (probably because its an old card out of print and not legal in any format) but it begs the question

what happens if someone comes out as trans in response?

i would love to know from a judge 1) if a players gender is hidden information (and, if so, what zone (if any) its in), 2) if coming out is a special action (similar to taking off your pants to dodge denimwalk) that doesnt use the stack, cannot be responded to (can you fucking imagine getting countered on that?), and can be done whenever the player has priority, and 3) if the reveal affects the "as you cast" clause

[burnbooktrait]

this is a blog to host all the bullshit sugartumor/gyarutrait/corpsetrait, currently known as dollie, has thrown into the internet, and brother is it a lot! we don't like the fact that she's lied about being a poc whilst constantly speaking over poc and making them feel uncomfortable, we don't like that she has frequently gone after various black simmers, and we don't like that she throws out phobic accusations like candy at a parade. we especially don't like her hiding behind and weaponizing her identities as an excuse to harass other simmers or tell them to kill themselves.

we want to preface this with a few things:

first, we're going to use SHE/HER pronouns for dollie. THIS IS NOT AN ATTEMPT TO MISGENDER, but rather for consistency and clarity, as she has the tendency to switch up her pronouns on a dime.

secondly, because dollie tends to switch up her pronouns, names, and urls frequently, it's very hard to definitively prove that this is her. however, the coincidences are too great to say it's not her, especially given her reputation outside of the simblr community.

third, we're going to try to keep this concise and easy to understand. it wasn't easy trying to connect the dots, and we may have missed some things. we are human, after all.

veone's masterpost of proof that dollie is racefaking (also reblogged for archive purposes)

looking through this masterpost has led us down a very deep rabbit hole of bullshit. we'll start with the first screenshot and work our way through it.

trans-gyaru - we were not able to locate anything on tumblr OR in the web archive regarding trans-gyaru. the shoplook.io account is still up, but does not have any details that could connect this account to dollie. the only thing in common is the obsession with gyaru, identifying as transfem, and being intersex. if anyone has more information on trans-gyaru, please send it to us! we'd be more than happy to dig further into it and see what we can come up with.

beeble-moved/delilah-dangerous - the main account, beeble-moved, WAS active up until late last night (11/10), but has since been deleted. can be viewed on web archive here. the eye-searing screenshot was taken from the sub-blog delilah-dangerous (also deactivated 11/10). you can view the blog on the web archive here.

this leads into our next segment. if you noticed on the delilah-dangerous link, the archived page shows that she coined some emo/scene-related xenogenders:

a quick search of any of these xenogenders pulls up this:

wait a minute--who is raver-angel? we thought delilah-dangerous coined these xenogenders. we weren't sure, but we checked them out. the url lead to nothing, but a quick tumblr search of "raver-angel" brought up an ask answered by another blog, showing the blog was deactivated in november of 2022.

after finding this, we decided to check out the url on the web archive to see if anything interesting came up. we've linked the tumblr + the carrd web archive below.

raver-angel's tumblr

raver-angel's carrd

when investigating the archived page, we found a linked stim blog, sparklekitty-stims. the blog has since been deactivated, but we did find an interesting callout post that was archived (which is suspiciously close to dollie's typing style). a quick search of sparklekitty-stims' url brought up this response to said callout post. we also found this post indicating that sparklekitty-stims deactivated after attempting to call this person out.

we also found this ask from the nowaynothanks blog that deactivated this month claiming to be sparklekitty-stims.

now you may be wondering, what is the point of all of this? well, the most important aspect of all of this is that dollie consistently claims to be indigenous (specifically cherokee), as well as ashkenazi jew and romani (she has indicated this on her neocities account but not anywhere on her tumblr accounts):

so we're going to backtrack a little to the delilah-dangerous blog, which had this fascinating little tidbit of information:

really strange for someone who is adamant that she is NOT white to claim she is white, isn't it?

what's most interesting about all of this is that after being called out, instead of denying ANY of it, dollie came back with this excuse:

yet somehow, dollie's "friend", who allegedly does not have access to the internet, managed to go online and deactivate ALL of the blogs that could even be remotely traced back to dollie... interesting.

we're gonna go ahead and end this here for now. we've looked into dollie's incidents on neocities, and the allegations that she also was pretending to be black while harassing other black users on everskies, but those will be separate posts as we gather more information.

if you have any questions, concerns, or more information regarding dollie and her lies, feel free to send us an ask or a DM!

[sniperwithasmoke]

i recast ho.lmes and wa.tson for bash’s main hotd-based canon and honestly? i now need to write a modern fall.

[graysistance]

💬     a kiss pressed to the top of the head.      /      @yunharlaquin    ( ♫  ♫ )

pounding;

the blood through her head. atmospheric reentry. the echo of heartbeats in her chest. throbbing bruises and aches. the hurricane of emotions in her chest.

red five scuddered to an unsteady halt over the jungle floor. the resistance’s cramped base on ajan kloss lit itself aflame with joyful whoops and cries in the time it took her to return.

more pounding;

everyone else’s celebration. fireworks, somewhere. cannons maybe. emptying flare guns and blaster bolts into the sky. cheers. claps. congratulations. 

rey clambered ungracefully from the cockpit to find bb-8 shrieking in binary several feet from where she landed, ecstatic to see her alive. her legs barely held her up. the little droid had unknowingly given her an out by inclining his little head toward her, loyal to the idea of battles finishing once she checked his antenna. he didn’t ask why she only examined him with one hand and had the other wrapped around a bundle of fabric.

it’s a droid, and she loves him so much it hurts. it hurts, it hurts. 

off he went immediately after, beebling that poe and finn were around here somewhere. up ahead, the throng writhed like an exultant amoeba. they’re waiting for her. many of them are. 

her feet moved without her knowing and the crowd came ever closer. someone noticed and called out a greeting. did she smile? she thought she did, but it’s hard to tell. it’s hard to feel. finn was among this group of open faces, with poe. they’d be searching for her. finn would have questions. she longed to see their faces, hungered to have them tell her everything was alright. they’d heal together and everything would be fine. 

but nothing was. there’s only one person here who could ever truly understand. only one who would already know. the last one left.

she had to find jaina. 

a wobbling light in the force guided her forward, pinky red and purple trailing between this pilot and that mechanic. rey followed it almost mindlessly. every few feet her body surrendered to the shoulder squeezes and back slaps borne of pride. everyone was so proud, but no one knew. 

and there. one last clap on the spine slid her into a perfect line of sight. the willowy shadow of a brunette rey recognized like her own face stood not far from a curtained-off hollow adjacent to mission control. what remained of the day’s adrenaline became sufficient to propel her the last few feet into the waiting arms of a very gloriously alive jaina solo. nothing could keep her upright after that.

whether rey pulled jaina down or jaina brought her down was a mystery, and a forgettable one. all that mattered was the smell of dirt and tears and pressing a black sweater between their collapsing chests. agony was the only thing that existed. agony was all that ever was. both light and dark swirled around the bent figures in a watercolor wash of chaos and grief. 

                        ❝ he  ————  he saved me. and i couldn’t save him. ❞  her sobs gusted across the fabric her fingers had tangled in, across time and space. breathing hurt. the ensconced fist thumped against jaina’s torso, trying to make her understand.   ❝ i thought i could bring him back to us, but he was gone before i knew it. jaina, he disappeared in my arms! ❞  

words were useless against a tsunami of sobs that grew so fierce there wasn’t oxygen enough to give them volume. every known ache flared back to life along with a thousand other cuts and bruises rey had no idea she’d sustained. the only thing that registered in a shared haze of hurt was faint pressure on the crown of her head. against rey’s shoulder she could feel jaina shaking like a tree in a gale. but through it all, the jedi had strength enough to comfort her friend.

                        ❝ i tried. ❞  tear-scraped throat notwithstanding, rey whispered her disappointment pleadingly.  ❝ i tried. he came back to the light. we knew he would, didn’t we? ❞  one glance down confirmed that the sweater was still real. it had not faded away like its wearer. the tragedy did happen. it wasn’t a dream.  ❝ he came back. but i was too late. ❞

it wasn’t fair. they’d both lost so much, in such different and strange ways. they’d both loved so hard it cost more than they’d been willing to give at the start, but they gave and gave anyway. at the end, all they had to show for their love was their loss. always, always loss. 

above them, worlds away, rey thought she heard a thunderous warble of shyriiwook: chewie telling everyone to leave the girls alone. but his shadow hovered protectively, allowing them to cry out their sorrows in relative peace.

it took so long, and it still wasn’t enough. all they had was each other, with their love and their loss and the reminder of hope in between. 

[badlesmisimaginesofficial]

During the Beeble Rewatch of episode 3 today @pilferingapples said “valjean whispers in your ear; you are a corpse ASMR” and inspiration struck.

Imagine...

You've had literally the worst day of all time, but you've reached the point of no longer caring. More specifically, you're dead, and that's why you're not giving two hoots that your former boss is getting into it with the local police inspector.

The good news is that you look dead in a sexy way. Sure, your mouth is full of blood from when your teeth were pulled this morning, your haircut isn't the most flattering and the makeup artist has gone OTT with the dark red eyeshadow. Still, you're young and cute and really that's all that matters.

Your one regret is that you failed to pull Daddy Madeleine - the factory owner, town mayor and aforementioned former boss. It did kind of suck majorly when he fired you for shit that absolutely wasn't your fault, but he's since made up for it by being kind, attentive and so very hunky.

For some reason you never fancied him that much back when you worked for him. He was always distant and aloof. Yet something about the way he fired you; staring at you like you were a piece of shit stuck to his shoe just made your heart flutter. Now he's throwing down in your defence, and if you weren't like, literally dead, you'd be absolutely melting.

You can't see too well from your vantage point on the bed - from the sound of it, Madeleine and the cop are arguing furiously. Then, in one fluid motion, Madeleine turns away from the inspector and throws himself on your bed. Even though you are an actual corpse and cannot move, you're thrilled. It gets even better when he raises himself up and brings his furious face close to yours.

For one glorious moment you think he's going to kiss you. Hell, it might be enough to revive you back to life. He doesn't, though, instead ducking his head down to whisper in your ear. The feel of his hot breath on your cold flesh would have made you nut instantly - if you weren't, you know. Dead.

[sailfish-serum]

Please tell us about beebles, i for one want to know more. If they met an enemy on the battlefield, would they disarm them by taking off the others arms? How disarming are they? 👀

Well here's a sketch of the boy!

Beebles isn't very wholesome looking and his voice (the male voice in this) is pretty spooky as well, it's mostly the sound of his name, they expect a smaller bot and under estimate him. He is indeed a larger boy (about a little bigger than hellbat)

About that second question, oh he definitly would, he has a collection of parts he's taken from his victims but nothing actually useful, mostly arms n legs. It's only for higher ranking bots he'll take heads and such.

Now his battle tactics. A lot of times he'll use a decoy and wait from afar and wait for prey, and waltz out of hiding with the missing parts and toy with the new bot standing in front of him, rinse and repeat until he's bored and goes gusto and does his full eccentrics that tends to include gloating, singing, a little dance and basically he's a disney villain but like a billion times more evil and violent :)

He's a very old oc, he's been around about as long as rasp so i actually DO have songs written for him but none are recorded because i don't have access to a piano or my violin right now lmao

Is he part of the PRST au? Yes! He has a big part to play but i won't disclose what

Personality? Haughty and very self praising but he isn't only every thinking of himself. He is very attentive to detail and is a much more evolved specimin of insecticon. He is a sporatic liar and conman, leading others in to a trap that he's a helpless victim of war and he's not so entitled that he wouldn't stoop down to being aboslutely feral.

What did he do during the war? He essentially ruled over the city of Turance (not a city in official canon) and the few bots left behind and soon it began to prosper under his leadership. His subjects were incredibly loyal and as the population grew he more or less had a small army under his command, though he cared enough not to use them and never used them and instead took care of defenses by himself with only his second in command, Hotstop, by his side. After the war ended he lost his official title of ruler and the city was abandoned and they moved to a quieter sector that had not been colonized prior (queing Hidden Cities to take place) leaving Turance a ghost town later taken over by autobots as a new home.

All in all: i love him, he's a bastard with feelings but will go feral and tear bots to shreds in order to protect his citizens. Before his rulership he was just a feral man with a superiority complex :)

[nextearth]

The Gaming Industry, Next Earth and NFTs

Probably one of this year's biggest stories concerning cryptocurrencies was the sale of a work by artist’s Mike Winkelmann, known as “Beeble”, whose artwork at a Christie's auction sold for an unbelievable $69 million. This certainly made everyone sit up straight and take notice. But it was not just the work of art itself that was attracting attention. More importantly was the fact that, because it was now minted as an NFT, the artist was suddenly able to realise a massive price for it. As you can imagine, digital artists have never really received the the correct rewards for their work. More often than not, once they had completed a digital artwork and it was out there on the internet, then technically, it was free for everyone to use. Unscrupulous actors could even claim that the artwork was theirs. There was no real way of proving to the contrary. And that's why digital artists remained poorly paid. Until NFTs came along to save the day.

So we can thank NFTs for helping artists realize their full worth, as well as being able to hold on to the copyright of the pieces they spent so long making. And though NTs have proved hugely helpful for this group of creatives, another industry that is beginning to benefit from the introduction of NFTs, is the world of online gaming, both games developers and the players themselves.

Once again, we have a situation where companies and their talented employees are producing original designs and products. Then we have the same old story, whereby, once these digital items are out on the internet, then the original designers lose all control over their work. Thanks to NFTs being able to ensure the ownership rights for the original developers are respected, it has changed the digital gaming landscape. As such, it has helped to make it easier for gaming companies to develop more products and digital items, as they are now safe if in the knowledge of perpetual ownership.

One of the first gaming platforms to embrace NFTs was Axie Infinity. By allowing all the users to to buy and sell in-game items via NFTs. When an item is purchased, the ownership rights are minted as an NFT on the Ethereum blockchain. You can look at this as a huge ledger that's open to anyone with an internet connection. By simply perusing the Ethereum blockchain, you are able to discover who owns what digital asset. With this suddenly we have added clarity to issues of copyright. It has allowed the gaming industry to grow in confidence and already we can see other gaming platforms keen to take advantage of the practical solutions offered by NFTs.

Another example is Microsoft, who as you probably know, own the massively popular online game, Minecraft. Microsoft now encourages creatives to develop their own gaming worlds, as well as items and skins. Once again, thanks to the power of NFTs, developers feel confident that they will see the fruits of their endeavors, both now and in the future. In fact, built-in smart contracts that exist within the NFTs will allow those who developed as well as original investors, for example, to see a continuous percentile return stretching into the future. In other words, whenever an item is bought or sold then the NFT itself ensures that the original developer or designer receives a percentage of the price.

Although we are on the cusp of a new dawn for gaming industry developers and games producers, there is still the hurdle of encouraging companies to look further than their own limited game’s horizons. For example, if you head over to the Steam Marketplace you'll find many items and skins available for huge sums of money. But a limiting factor is that they are only available in their own gaming ecosystems. In fact, many companies will ban players who attempt to either mint these skins as NFTs or sell them outside of the original game marketplace. Now that the developers themselves can mint their own products as NFTs, we should start to see an opening up of all these different games marketplaces, allowing players to chop and change as they choose. Imagine that you could bring a purchased item from one game to the next on a completely different platform.

And it's this ability to move between different platforms that is driving another new start-up called Next Earth. They are a metaverse project that recently made a huge splash in the crypto space. Right from the get-go, they have decided to build their business around three main foundations; NFTs, DOA governance and DeFi finance. Though the initial stages involved players buying land and sea tiles from a replica map of the Earth, that's just the beginning. Their goal is to use all three factors previously mentioned in order to start building a self-sustaining and unique economy based on a metaverse version of the real world. Though there are some other metaverse platforms out there, they are more interested in embracing an online gaming experience. But Next Earth wants to open itself up to more than just internet gamers.

Sounds like a great project, sign me up!

By making use of the inherent positive aspects within the NFTs themselves, Next Earth is looking to build a real economy bringing together real-world businesses and having them interact in a virtual world where all virtual sales would equal tangible sales in the real world. Thanks to NFTs everything can be tracked and recorded on the blockchain. Right now, Next Earth’s unique approach to metaverse building is attracting a lot of attention. If you want to find out more about this exciting new community, then head over to their discord server and feel free to join the conversation.

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[kalypsichor]

five’s a crowd [ beatles x reader] part three

chapter summary: Ringo is sweet. George is dumb and emotionally-constipated. At this point you’re more likely to go to jail than pass your midterms. Oh, and Paul is going to get his ass whipped. parts one and two here

warnings: 1.1k of chaos

borhap reference if ya squint. astericks indicate nerdy-ass footnotes which will be at the bottom

masterlist

Even with the nice noise-cancelling headphones you’d gotten for your birthday, you can still hear them going at it in the living room. Every melodic break is punctuated by George’s yelling and Paul’s shrill, defensive hollars. There’s a drum break and, really, you aren’t sure whether that was the crash of a cymbal or something being thrown. You pray it’s the former.

The door to your bedroom opens and Ringo slips in, closing it quietly behind him. Removing your headphones, you only catch the tail-end of what he says.

“-ing to?”

“Huh?”

He smiles and sits next to you on the bed. “I asked what you’re listening to.”

“Oh!” You scoot over to give Ringo more room, not that there is much to begin with—as the only girl, you’d gotten a bedroom all to yourself. This has many perks, such as not having to see the boys’ bare arses and getting to have lots of… alone time. The downside is having the smallest fucking bedroom ever. “It’s some band called the Crickets.”

“Some band?” Ringo takes the offered earbud. “You mean the most popular rock band in the sixties? The first all-woman group to be signed to a record label*, the one that revolutionised the era’s socio-cultural movements?”

“You are a total dork,” you laugh, turning up the volume to one of your favorite songs.

“I grew up in the city where they were formed! ‘Some band’...” He shakes his head with mock disgust. “Don’t disrespect JennyPatsyGilandRita** like that ever again.”

“Why d’you say their names like that?”

“You have to. It’s like… ” Ringo adjusts himself on your pillows and you lean your head on his shoulder, careful not to bump his cast. “It’s like JohnandPaul. You couldn’t say PaulandJohn… that would just be weird.”

“You’re��weird.”

“Ace comeback, that was.”

The flat has quieted by now but you don’t notice over your bickering until a knock sounds on the door. George pokes his head in and his face makes an odd expression at the two of you giggling together.

“Hey.” George calls your name softly. “Something, erm, something happened in the kitchen.”

“... what do you mean?”

He looks at the floor. “ItwasPaul’sfault.”

“It was NOT MY FUCKING FAULT,” Paul shouts from afar. You narrow your eyes and hop off the bed, stomping up to George who suddenly looks very terrified.

“When I find out, you won’t have anywhere to hide, Harrison,” you hiss. He takes a very small step back. You press a finger into his (very firm) chest, look him hard in the eye, and then stalk into the hallway.

“You know that scene in Wonder Woman?”

“What?” George blinks, bewildered at Ringo’s non-sequitur. “What are you talking about?”

“Y’know, the one where Gal Gadot throws that bad guy across the pub… and Chris Pine is all-” Ringo stands up and makes a shocked face. “And then the other guy says ‘I’m both… frightened and aroused’ or something like that.”

“Um.”

“Yeah.” The older boy walks past him, pauses, and pats him on the shoulder with his not-bad wrist. “That’s you, Geo.”

And then George is all alone, standing in the doorway to your room. Your headphones are still blaring music. He crosses the room to turn it off and, on second-thought, puts them into his ears and sits down. Ringo’s favorite band. George turns the boy’s words over in his head. Thinks about how happy you had looked, laughing with Ringo just moments before. Falls backwards onto the bed, bouncing slightly on the mattress.

“Fuck,” he says to the ceiling, and the Crickets’ drummer agrees with a particularly loud crash.

---

Fuck is what John says when he sees your expression. “Fuck,” he repeats and then laughs, turning to Paul. “You are so fucking fucked.”

Paul ignores him. “Look,” he says, backing away from your glare. He eyes the weapon you’ve picked up in your hand. “I didn’t mean—I mean, it was really Geo that did it, y’know. He was going off about the whole shower thing, which is really, y’know, not my fault anyway. And then I—well, he—so. That’s why, uh.” He gestures at the wreckage. “Y’know.”

“If you say y’know one more time I will shove this so far up your arse you’ll be tasting espresso for weeks.“

John, who’s been watching this whole exchange like a ping pong match, snickers. “Kinky.”

“Not the coffee machine,” Ringo protests. He’s standing a safe distance away, only a foot from the door out of which he could escape at any given moment.

You’re not even pissed, not really. No, this is funny. This whole day, you’ve been holding in a truly terrible cackle, a tickling pressure that’s been building and building and building. After your conversation with Ringo you’d thought that maybe it would go away (he had that effect on people) but this. This is making bells and whistles go off in your cranium as something in you spirals into insanity. Wheeeeeee! Yes, you’re not angry because it’s funny, it’s absolutely hilarious that the universe has got it out for you, that nothing is going your way.

Paul has spilled coffee all over your stuff. ‘Stuff’ being your textbooks, your lecture notes, your meticulously organized pens. The pages are starting to dry already, large patches of brown blurring words together (of the right chapter!) and making the paper brittle-looking, like the Declaration of Independence you’d once seen on tv. That was the movie with Nicholas Cage, you think to yourself. I hope they have televisions in jail, you comment internally. I haven’t seen that movie in so long!

The whole flat is dead silent and tense, so tense the air feels thicker and no one, not even John, dares to move. One wrong step and the whole thing will blow. Paul stares at you. You stare at the kitchen table. With a surprisingly stable hand, you set the coffee pot back onto the tabletop. It plops down with a wet squelch and—

You laugh. You bring your hands up to your face and just laugh, shoulders shaking. You cry with laughter because your binder is soaked through with what look like shit stains, the floor that had been wet with George-puddle this morning is now sopping with cold espresso, Paul is mouthing Hail Mary’s, and Ringo’s practically got a foot out the door. Slowly, hesitantly, everyone else starts laughing too. George, who has been standing in the hallway the entire time, feels something spidery trickle down his spine.

“I knew you’d come ‘round,” Paul says. He comes to your side of the table and claps a hearty hand on your shoulder.

You stop laughing and smile, smile so hard it hurts. Very, very slowly, you look at Paul’s hand and then his eyes, which seem to realize something with a dawning horror.

“Oh, Paul.” You shake your head and reach up to grasp his hand. He goes to take it away but your grip is vice-like. “I’m going to fucking murder you.”

The door slams shut behind Ringo.

* the actual first all-woman group to be signed to a record label: Goldie & the Gingerbreads, to Atlantic Records in 1964. so this would be true, assuming our pseudo-beatles band was formed at the same time the beebles were (1960)

** in the top 100 girl's names in england around 1944: 2. patricia, 18. jennifer, 23. gilliam, 41. rita. I DO MY FUCKIN RESEARCH Y’ALL

[paranoidgemsbok]

I just saw your little beetles eating strawberries and I have no idea what they are but they are the cutest thing ever and I need to know everything you want to tell me about them please I am enraptured and entranced. Bewitched body and soul even

DA BEEPS CLAIM ANOTHER VICTIM

They are blue death-feigning beetles! They're native to the southwest united states, generally in the sonoran desert! they get that insane blue (the pic is not adjusted at all they really look like that) color from a waxy coating they use to prevent water loss and as sun protection. the coating can come off any time they get wet, or if the conditions are too humid, and they'll look like black beetles, but it comes back in a couple weeks.

they do not have wings, their elytra is fused closed and theres just empty space under there! another cool water-and-energy-conserving desert adaptation :) they like to dig a lil in sand, and hide under bark and trees during the day and are generally active at night. they're scavengers, and will eat dead bugs and scrungy plants in the wild and if theyre spoiled little princesses, they eat beetle jelly. they do not bite, or have strong grips like some other beetle species do. they're extremely slow and can't climb glass; the only defense they have goin for them is that they are also called 'ironclad beetles' and are so crunchy that entomologists have to literally drill through their carapace to pin them in collections. they also play dead! they're pretty convincing, they curl their legs in and dont move for minutes or hours, with some accounts alleging their beetles staying in the drama pose for DAYS. they can live for years, anecdotally into their teens, which is a very long time for an adult bug!

they're generally just delightful little guys. one big issue is that just about all of them in the pet trade are wild caught. there's been some successful efforts to captive breed them, but they are not yet widespread. I saw them in petco recently and i do NOT advise getting beebles from there; private sellers at expos or arizonians catching them outside and mailing them out is a very different situation from a massive corporation buying hundreds and hundreds to put in the care of overworked and poorly-informed employees.

thanks for coming to my beeble tedtalk

[topshelf2112-blog]

Love that last pic of your wonderfully named cat!! I've seen you mention several cats on here so out of curiosity can I ask: how many kitties do you have? I'd love to hear all their names :D

Anon, cats are such the way to my heart! 😻We never meant to gave quite so many... (we’ve rehomed several rescues we’ve found, including a kitten someone shoved in a pop machine!!) but turns out we need them! Our cat house includes:

1. Rasputin Evegeny Karkaymov (Razzle)- a 16 year old Russian blue with mitts like a tiger. I got him from a shelter at a year old. He has never meowed, but he knows how to turn bath tub handles and turn on the dvd player if he’s bored at home! He is “the best cat in the world” as well as the gateway cat!

2. Tucky-mu - our orange, 14 year old boy who walks on a leash and eats grass like a cow. He loves cheese. He was a shelter rescue whose owner left him in an empty house when she moved. He has a butterscotch snake pattern on his head and a tattoo in one ear from the shelter.

3. Corbie “Beeble-bee” - he was left on our doorstep with his sister Samantha. I got up to check on them in the middle of the night & found my husband asleep on the garage floor with kittens. Pretty much knew they were staying, then! Beebs has an angel heart; he cries if the other cats get upset or if someone Facetimes and is upset. He hates snapchat messages and makes a demon motor noise when he wants to play.

4. Samantha - is 5, like Beebs, and VERY sassy. She is an elegant little girl with sky high standards. Razzle is her boyfriend and she tolerates Mu. She HATES everyone else.

5. Peeg - I named him Bialystok after the character on The Producers... but now he’s just Peeg. He’s a roly-poly molester of blankets that says “woo,” instead of meow. He’s the most beautiful of the babies and will let you full cuddle him like a stuffed animal. He doesn’t eat treats but is huge!

6. Tiberius “Tibby-bean” Wookiepaws - Peeg’s brother (they are 4) and my son (I love all of them but Tibs is my special boy). He and his mom and siblings were left in an ash pile in an abandoned building. Now he spends his days killing a squirrel toy so that I will say he is so brave, scamming 236 Temptation treats per day, and becoming Super Bean - a stretched out version that wants you to rub his chest. He never lets me out of his sight and has a special kneading blanket that he prefers to have produced at 9 PM so he can “jam” - a funky little dance/purr number.

7. Scruffy “Stupid Puff” Puffin - Someone must have dumped our youngest gal (she’s two) because she was spayed and litter trained. When we found her in a bush, her stomach was full of seeds and plants, according to the vet, and she was starving. She drools when happy and is 100% gentleness. In her alter identity “Stupid Puff” she attacks her reflection in windows and tv screens.

Here is Peeg!

[pilferingapples]

Beeble Mis 5b : Who Gave You A Gun?!?

PREVIOUSLY on BBC Les Mis: it was Barricade Time, babey!

 I’m trusting people better with geographical/layout descriptions than me will take this one. But other points:

- I give Wardrobe hell in this show and I do not take it back, but also let me say they’re doing a solid job on lower-class clothing. I especially like the poor woman in the march whose outfit is almost complete but her overblouse is too small and shows the lacing of her corset at her waist-- not sexy at all, it looks exactly like what it is, not being able to make/afford a top that really fits.

- ... A Riot Occurs! And okay yeah, listen, I’ve been trying really hard to evaluate this show as This Show, just an adaptation of the book, as Davies emphasized it was. But this is a very 2012 way to film the chaos as the riot erupts. I’m not saying it’s bad! I actually think it works! I just also think it’s Very Samey, and there are other ways to film chaotic sequences.

- The worker from The Something Cafe earlier (who I think may have been the one Enjolras saved earlier too?) comes up as they’re starting to build the barricade and is all WELCOME COMRADE and they are obviously really solid with each other and why Why WHY isn’t this worker just Feuilly?!? Enjolras has a canonical Worker Activist Bestie! It would have been a fine thing to go with! 

...Were they afraid of mispronouncing “Feuilly”? because. I could understand that.  

- “There’s only one line of attack!” says Enjolras and okay this is the kind of thing that people in genre shows say before being attacked from behind but it’s also like the whole deal with the Corinthe barricade so

- there’s a flag that I *think* has the date of the July Revolution on it?  Not sure? Can anyone confirm? 

- Grantaire grabs HALF A STOOL yes very good Grantaire 

- Matelote is here! With a cockade in her hair! Slapping Grantaire in the face AS HE RICHLY DESERVES 

- I am loving this HISTORICALLY ACCURATE multiracial and multigender crowd! Thank you!

- And now it’s time for COMEDY JAVERT!!!  He is going to the barricades in his STEALTH CAP because he cannot  TRUST anyone else to apprehend Jean Valjean! Who will definitely be IN THE VERY CENTER of the rioting! At...a  small barricade..on an obscure street... with only 40-50 defenders...

you know if the IRL Official Intel had been this Hot and Happenin’, Charles Jeanne and Co. might have won:P

-BACK TO THE BARRICADE BUILDING, Gavroche steals the Mean Barber’s Plaster Head and Wig for and brings it along? for reasons?? , and then encounters Mabeuf 

--okay Mabeuf being here is a Great Example of the way this series so often brings in canon details but gutted of the context that really makes them matter. We’ve seen nothing of his slide into poverty, his struggle, his desperation; there’s no reason to think there’s anything to him showing up (with tricolor sash!) except a genuine determination to Do His Part. I’m not sorry he’s here; I’m sorry it doesn’t tie in with anything else more. 

- ...if Feuilly were here they’d be building a better barricade 

- JAVERT IS HERE! ON THE CASE! TRACKING DOWN THE NOTORIOUS REBEL JEAN VALJEAN I’m sorry this is forever hilarious ACTUAL DIALOGUE:

Javert, Super Casual: Is a man named Jean Valjean with us?  Quinnjolras, who very realistically has no idea who tf JVJ is:  Not that I know of  Javert, Super Smoothlike And Very Casual: He’ll be in the thick of it,MARK MY WORDS

Sadly then we of course cut to : Jean Valjean! or rather Cosette, trying to sneak out past Jean Valjean. And Marius! Sneaking into the Garden House! 

And it’s all very nicely paralleled with them both being quiet and Marius is looking in a window and Cosette has her hands on the doorknob to step outside 

and VALJEAN ATTACKS HER FROM BEHIND LIKE A HORROR MOVIE MONSTER 

HOLY SHIT 

she screams and begs to be let go, and he just! won’t ! he keeps Ever So Calm as he physically restrains her, calmly telling her that oh, it’s dangerous Out There, as opposed to in HERE, with a frigging superhuman keeping her restrained 

he finally lets her escape back up the stairs and she yells I HATE YOU which is honestly seeming less Spunky Teen and more TOTALLY JUSTIFIED ACT OF BRAVE DEFIANCE  holy shit 

holy shit 

I hate this Valjean so much y’all, this is so bad  

the camera pulls away and shows us he is A Sad but !! I don’t care! Don’t PHYSICALLY RESTRAIN YOUR TEENAGER AND LOCK HER IN THE HOUSE 

at this point in the recap I actually had to take a break and get some tea because holy shit  

but okay. Okay. I’m back. 

--and the scene is MERCIFULLY back to the House With Gardens In, where Marius is having an Existential Crisis and Eponine...is trying to convince him to live? and hook up with her?  But she Name Drops the Chanvrerie Barricade apparently by mistake, here because this is the Les Mis where Women Aren’t Given Much to Thinking, and so Marius goes off to Die , as Marii do

then it’s back to the barricade! Where Courfeyrac , Mabeuf and Gavroche arrive at the head of a bunch of new recruits! Through the alley....into the barricade with only One Line of Attack...hhhhyeahhh. I . I get where like you couldn’t do a MASSED charge from that alley but it would be REAL easy to do a smaller distraction sortie? I think? 

eh, I’m not Battle Tactics Blogger , back to the plot. 

Gavroche spots Javert and immediately rumbles him; Enjolras and Courfeyrac and Not!Feuilly etc seize him and take him hostage. Go Team! 

And then it’s evening,and all across Paris the lights are...doing things and people are singing!

But There is No Joy in Corinth, Except For Me! because Javert is tied to a post! and HILARIOUSLY YELLING ABOUT JEAN VALJEAN.

Actual Dialogue: WHERE IS HE! YOUR LEADER! JEAN VALJEAN!

I’m glad Quinnjolras thinks this is as funny as I do 

Javert, to a group of armed revolutionaries: You’re mistaken, my friend! You’ve ALL BEEN LED ASTRAY. 

Javert, my guy, I hate this Valjean too, but I don’t think he’s behind POLITICAL ISSUES IN PARIS. 

Quinnjolras gets a We’re Not Assassins line when Gav makes to shoot Javert; I am pleased!

Meanwhile Not!Feuilly and Friends are outside watching the barricade; they call that the first charge is coming. 

The first charge goes pretty well, Dramatic Fight Scene wise! Quinnjolras gets the barricade to use Good Bullet Economy, and is convincing as a combat leader, at least in this moment. Courfeyrac...gives the impression of being someone totally new to this, but getting the hang of it. Gavroche is Super Pumped and kills someone with Javert’s musket I think? (WHO GAVE HIM A GUN). (Bossuet I am pretty sure is killed.) And Grantaire, who has a gun somehow (WHO GAVE YOU A GUN)...gets an actual look at violence and shuts down. For any of the others,I’d be deeply annoyed by this, but it’s a good way of showing the basic Issue here: Grantaire has no real violence in him. He can be a jerk , but he doesn’t have the conviction to carry himself over the horrors of dealing real harm or real death--or seeing it come to others. War is genuinely awful! and he’s really not capable of this.  It’s a good moment, and fits with the new way they’re doing his arc so far. 

...and then as I’m appreciating this, and as the barricade is celebrating, it’s time to Raise the Flag! And Mabeuf volunteers! And Quinnjolras is like”hahah no grampa it’s fine” and Mabeuf says “I said I’ll do it”, and climbs up the barricade all awkward. And Not!Feuilly looks over at Enjolras like ??? and Enjolras does that shrug that means ‘Hey I Tried But Grampa Won’t Stop’ and Mabeuf puts up the flag and everyone goes YAAAAAY and Marius sneaks onto the barricade and Mabeuf gets shot. 

And I just...it’s Shocking and it’s Sad  in a Hey An Old Man Died sort of way, but it’s All Wrong for tone and context. The raising of the flag is supposed to be an obviously dangerous, essentially suicidal  act of courage, that requires stepping into the line of open fire ; something even Enjolras hesitates to do.  Mabeuf’s courage terrifies  everyone , terrifies Enjolras ; Mabeuf inspires them all by his willing sacrifice, and becomes to the barricade a reminder of the courage of the Grand Revolution. 

Here, putting up the flag is A Bit of A Chore; no one seems very tense about it; everyone’s watching calmly and laughing and cheering as it goes. Mabeuf’s death is Shocking, a Reminder that There Is Danger , not a foregone conclusion (and of course  there’s no mention of the original Revolution as a positive inspiration). We, the viewer, don’t know about Mabeuf’s downward spiral in life, so we can’t link it to this decision, can’t see this as an act of protest and despair.  Courfeyrac doesn’t know Mabeuf, so he doesn’t correct Enjolras on Mabeuf’s politics; he just seems shaken and lost by this Unexpected Death.

Mabeuf’s death is, essentially, reframed, from being a conscious, heroic , inspiring sacrifice to group of fighters who felt their courage wavering, to a Sad Loss That Awakens Everyone to The Horror Of Battle. Someone might like this choice of approach more; but it IS a choice, and a heavy one in terms of symbolism (even as it loses the commentary on symbolism!).

Anyway. Next wave of combat happens, Grantaire Nopes Out into the Corinthe (WHO GAVE YOU A BOOZE), Gavroche heads back into combat with a pistol (WHO GAVE YOU YET ANOTHER GUN)  Marius RAUUUUGHS up and into Battle with the Gunpowder. It’s good! Kind of hilarious but good! The Barricade Is Saved and also happy about it  instead of scolding him! GOOD ! 

and then Marius has a whole “it’s EASY when you DON’T VALUE YOUR LIFE” bit and Quinnjolras is like “Ungroovy , Comrade Buddy” and Marius walks down to the street level and a guard is Still Alive!1!1, and shoots at him! and hogad, Eponine sort of . Hurls herself across screen and falls in a heap RIGHT AT THE FOOT OF THE MAIN PASSAGE ON THE BARRICADE and Enjolras shoots the guard and is like “see some of us still value your life you drama llama” and i just 

are they gonna move her or 

--anyway , her Death Scene is very good until the odd change in final line; the shift from “I believe I was a little bit in love with you” to “I really did love you” is actually! a pretty major shift! but whatever  ; Erin Kellyman did a wonderful job with the whole scene and for once I believe this Marius is truly sad at the passing of a life

The next bit with the letter is really cool! Let me give credit for that!  Marius reads the letter Eponine gave him, while Valjean discovers Cosette’s blotter and reads it in a reflective plate-- a nice bit of symmetry and a cool way to use a book detail to unite the branches of the story! Valjean realizes Cosette is already lost to him-- “in her heart she’s gone” -- and I could not care less for the grief of Shouty Dragsalot, but it’s well acted for the person this Valjean is. 

...and then Gavroche shows up with Cosette’s letter, and we get THIS 

as Valjean JUMPS AT AND GRABS A CHILD and rips the note from his hand, and then growls at him to “hop it” until Gavroche does, in what is a really nasty echo of the Petit Gervais scene 

and of course he reads Cosette’s letter and grabs a knife (WHO GAVE YOU A KNIFE), and heads to the barricade, where Javert lifts his head, alert, as his Valjean sense activates again.

...y’all I’m making as many jokes as I can but I am grieving for how horrible this Valjean is and how much more Cosette has to endure because of it?? this is grim.  And while I know of course this series will stick to the plot of the book, it really would feel the most consistent for this Valjean to just flat out commit some good ol’ muderin’. 

Well maybe JAVERT, SUPER POLICE PRESENCE will stop him!   And save the poor barricade fighters from his malign influence! and then everyone can go get some cake with Cosette and Eponine and Mabeuf will make a Miraculous Recovery!  That’s probably how it will go. No need to worry! 

[burnbooktrait]

while we are aware that dollie has since deactivated all of her blogs without an explanation, we received screenshots further confirming that she has been lying about her identity and faking her indigenous background.

we'll start with this screenshot from beeble-moved. take note of the name of her deviantart, draconecozie:

also take note of the stamps collected by draconecozie. these exact stamps were used on dollie's simblr, corpsetrait:

now let's backtrack a little bit. remember the blog, trans-gyaru, and how we couldn't find really any connection to dollie? we're going to take another look at that. these screenshots of an OC page on toyhouse were sent to us:

remember the name of dollie's deviantart? also draconecozie. now, let's take a look back at the screenshots of the shoplook.io post titled "seth elmas fitzroy" from trans-gyaru:

and let's take another look at the OC, seth, dollie posted on her simblr:

and just for fun, we're going to finish this post off with these screenshots from trans-gyaru's tumblr (originally from veone's masterpost):

[ivadeshin]

Five Soda Maximum (High School AU) pt 7

(pts 1 and 2 here, pts 3 and 4 here, pts 5 and 6 here.)

(Hi, jsyk I know very little about rehabbing animals, so a lot of this is guesswork and might not be the right way to do things. I have already done an embarrassing amount of research on this story to make sure the public school was believable, so forgive my laziness in this aspect)

The garage is being used for storage, which isn’t uncommon, but it also has a maze of cages, some on tables and some on the ground, most of them empty. Something is chittering and Toya is trotting toward it, kneeling down by the cage and stroking its nose.

“Hi, Beebles,” she singsongs. It turns out to be a squirrel, who has a nasty cut up its side that has mostly healed. “You ate your food today! Good boy!”

“Beebles,” Beau mutters under her breath disbelievingly. Toya waves them in further. “You said fewer people is better, right? I’m gonna give Nott and Caleb a better chance of seeing mystery kitty and wait in the hall with, um, with the others.” She jerks a thumb behind her.

“Okay,” Toya says, and Beau disappears down the hall. “Nott, come see Beebles. He’s got the cutest nose.”

Nott shuffles over, kneeling down and blinking. “That’s a super cute nose,” she admits.

Caleb is looking around the rest of the garage, looking for signs of other life. “What else is there?” he asks politely.

“The incubator’s in the corner but that’s gonna be a few more days. And, um, the pigeon’s asleep, is it okay if I leave its blanket on its cage?”

“Of course,” Nott says. “We don’t want to upset any of the animals.”

“No, we don’t,” Caleb lies, and desperately wants to see the kitten. He moves to the corner of the room near the incubator, sitting down and putting his hands in his lap. Toya is showing Nott how Beebles will play and ‘chase’ her finger around, 'catching’ it with his hands but not biting. Nott tries it too.

“Hier, Schatzi.” Caleb murmurs under his breath, looking up at the suspended beams, then behind the large shop vac box in the corner. “Hiiier, Kleines.”

Nothing. Caleb sighs, wishing he had a phone to pull out and fiddle with like everyone else. The squirrel seems cute, but he wants Toya to have one on one time with Nott, because that’s what they came here for, and it really seems to make the little girl happy.

Making her happy makes Molly really happy, he’s also learned, and that’s an unexpected huge bonus to this whole thing. Caleb has so far gotten through every single interaction without instigating any catastrophic failures, and it’s possible that, after this, they will go their separate ways, and then nod at each other in the hallway. Or even wave.

Or smile.

Caleb sighs hopefully, jumping a little when something bumps his hip.

“Rrrm,” the something says.

Caleb holds very still and looks down at the tiniest, scrawniest thing he has ever seen in his entire life. It’s orange and tabby and looks lanky and underfed, coat surprisingly clean but still very bony at the shoulders and ribs.

“Hallo,” he says, barely above a whisper, and the kitten sits next to him and looks at Toya for a moment, finally looking back to him (!) and headbutting his hip again. “Hallo Schnuckiputz. Hallo. Du bist so nett.”

The other side of the room has gotten very quiet, but Caleb doesn’t notice, using all his self-control to lift his hand from his lap as slowly as possible, watching the kitten watch it with increasing concern before finally deciding it might be alright.

“Wer ist süß? Du bist süß!” He giggles delightedly when he feels the featherweight pressure of one of his paws coming up to bat at his hand. “Hallo! Hallo Liebling!”

Caleb remembers there are other people in the room when he sees Toya move in his eye line. He blinks, momentarily embarrassed, but is distracted when the kitten climbs awkwardly into his lap, standing on shaky hind legs to put its front paws on Caleb’s hoodie.

“Rrri,” it insists quietly, and Caleb coos and kisses its nose.

“Ich weiß , ich weiß ,” he insists. “Wie heißt du? Hm?”

“Here,” Toya whispers, and reaches out with a small tin can and a spoon.

“Oh - da - thank-” Caleb laughs as the kitten recognizes the can, squeaking another demand and digging its claws into his hoodie. “Ja, ja, es ist für dich! Okay!” He pops the tab, looking around for his dish. “Wo ist - where is his, um-”

“Just feed her some off the spoon,” Toya whispers. She sounds really excited. Caleb does as instructed, digging out a small portion high out of reach of the insistent cat and then lowering the spoon down for her to lick at. He makes a mess of it, getting several wet pieces on Caleb’s lap, but as soon as he’s made sure there’s none left on the spoon, he stumbles down into a crouch and starts licking the remnants off his jeans.

“I’m taking a movie,” Nott whispers.

“Mrrn,” the cat says, and takes a solid minute with the next small spoonful of food. He slows down toward the end and just licks his mouth. When Caleb hands the spoon and can back to Toya, the cat looks at him, assessing, before sitting in his lap and licking his front paw several times, then looking around again, and then laying down on his side.

“Pet him,” Toya says quietly.

“I am afraid,” Caleb admits.

“Pet that kitty,” Toya insists.

Caleb takes a breath and reminds himself to be brave. He raises his hand slowly, where the kitten can see it, and gently touches the top of its head. It wiggles a moment and then stretches out further, paws relaxed on his thigh. Caleb pets it with a little more pressure, down to its neck, down its spine, finally stroking from toe to tail in light, slow motions.

“Rub his ears,” Toya says, miming a rubbing motion like she’s doing the sign for ‘money’. Caleb nods bites his lip, sweeping his fingertips over its head, then gently rubbing the folds of its left ear back and forth as lightly as possible.

The kitten starts purring very, very quietly.

“I am in love with this cat,” Caleb admits softly, scratching its head and then moving on to the other ear. “I want to live in this garage. I will pet this cat for the rest of my life.”

Toya giggles and moves closer, finally sitting next to him. The kitten squints up at her and blinks a few times, then lays its head back down. “What’s his name?”

Caleb doesn’t even think to ask why she’s asking him. “I don’t know,” he murmurs. “Frumpkin?”

Toya giggles.

“Is that a German word?” Nott asks quietly.

“No, it’s just a silly name... kind of sounds like pumpkin...”

“Frumpkin,” Toya says, “Okay.”

“Really?” His head snaps up. “I can name him?”

Toya grins at him, and it’s clear she knows what an incredible gift she’s just given. “His name is Frumpkin,” she says.

“Hallo Frumpkin,” Caleb whispers, using his free hand to cradle the kitten as he wiggles a little too close to the edge of his lap. “Hallo. Hallo.”

“I can pick him up and carry him,” Toya says, “Try picking him up and holding him.”

“What if he doesn’t like it?” Their new friendship is so tenuous - is it worth such a risk?

“He needs to be comfortable around new people. Come on, we’re gonna pick him up and move him to Molly’s room.”

Scheisse. “Okay,” he says, and starts to slowly gather up the sleepy cat. It ragdolls for a moment, reluctant, then curls up into a fuzzy croissant and lets himself be held. “I’ve got him.” He gets up very slowly, and the cat lets out a token protest squeak before deciding that it’s still comfortable.

“Come on,” Toya says softly, eyes on the cat and backing up. “Nott, get the door.”

“I’m making a second movie,” Nott says quietly, scooting through the cage maze and holding the door open for them to walk through. Toya leads Caleb down the hall, gesturing to an open door for Caleb to go into. Caleb swallows his fear and carries Frumpkin in, desperately relieved to find the room empty.

“Sit,” Toya says, pointing to a beat up armchair in the corner. Caleb does so slowly, sinking down further than he expected. “He’s so cute.”

“He is the best cat in the entire world,” Caleb whispers back.

“I’m gonna get Molly,” Toya says.

“What?” Caleb says, but it’s too late.