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idiotwithanipad · 7 months ago

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The Return Of The Rat (Pt2)

Amy (My OC) finds out about a new guest at the hotel who has no right to come back, especially after what his past self had tried to do, and what he lied about. Along the way, discovering new, frightening things about herself.

(TW: Implied Child Abuse, Scars, Paranoia)

The singing birds outside the windows stirred the Tudor’s head from his sleep. His eyes cracked open and blinked a few times to adjust to the abrasive sunlight. Remarkably, as his eyes flicked over towards the four post bed, he realised that his detached body remained there, all through the night.

Its cloak still rested atop the young girl, still sleeping. It seemed that the body came to life shortly after its head did, the slumped shoulders straightened as it sat up straight and stood up.

“Psst! Oi! Over ‘ere!” Humphrey whisper shouted to his bumbling body.

It seemed as though today was the day for surprises, as the body turned to face him still lying in the small chair by the window. It approached and bent down to retrieve its head, wedging it back into its shoulders with a click.

Humphrey flexed his jaw and held his hands out for balance at first, but the vertigo soon passed. He approached Amy, still sleeping soundly on her side, about to wake her. But he couldn’t bring himself to stir her when he noticed the peaceful state she was in.

He gave a soft smile and turned slowly on his heel to leave the room, still acting as though one misstep would cause a floorboard to creak and risk waking her. He passed through the East Wing bedroom door and stepped down the corridor idly.

In the reception area, some staff were already at work, typing at the computer at the front desk, fluffing the cushions on the lobby sofas, dusting slightly with cloths.

“Ah! Mooorning” Humphrey greeted with a happy wave. He knew they couldn’t see him, or hear him, but he still liked to show manners for the livings taking such good care of the building; to think, just a few years ago, the place was on the brink of collapsing.

If there was one thing Humphrey could look back on his life and take pride of, it was the fact that he never mistreated or abused any servants employed the estate as an adult. Even as a boy he would sneak bread and cuts of meat from the dinner table and bring them to the servant’s quarters for them to eat.

A young stable boy, probably a year or two older than Humphrey at the time, would try to hide whenever the young nobleman would pass. But in time, the two boys struck up a secret bond, often running about the stables and climbing the orchard trees. The pair took childish delight in their names being similar; Humphrey and Godfrey.

After Humphrey would finish off his daily teachings, he would sneak away to the kitchen to snag a couple of tarts from Cook while her back was turned and flee to the stables. Godfrey almost looked shellshocked every time Humphrey snuck him something from the kitchen.

But one day, they were caught out. Both boys sitting steadily in an apple tree in the orchard, laughing at a crow as it bathed itself clumsily in the lake. One of the butlers had approached furiously and stomped his shoe into the soil.

“Godfrey! What on God’s green earth are you playing at, boy?!”

The two boys spun their heads and looked down at the furious butler, Godfrey stuttering and trembling as he descended the tree.

“T’was only a jape, sir…” Young Godfrey tried to reason, his freckled face arching low in shame.

“It was my idea, Terrance” The young nobleman piped up, readily descending the tree himself. The butler switched his vision to Humphrey, almost flabbergasted.

“Young Master Bone. Return to your father at once!”

Before young Humphrey could muster an apology to Godfrey, the butler, who’s aging face now grimaced in furry and took on the appearance of a twisted root, gripped Godfrey about the wrist and dragged him back to the stables.

Humphrey was punished that day too, his nose wouldn’t stop bleeding for an hour, but that mattered little to him. Unfortunately, Humphrey would never see poor Godfrey again, and neither did he find out what became of him. Though he feared the worst. Since then, Humphrey vowed to himself that no butler, nor servant, nor stable hand would be mistreated during his nobility; each would be well fed, each would have access to lengthy breaks and each would be payed weekly.

Even in death he remained the same. Congratulating and praising even the most trivial things; it could be someone placing down a set of cutlery, and he'd give it a round of applause.

A young staff member approached a table and set down a vase of fresh flowers, Humphrey watched as she mopped her slightly sweaty brow from the morning warmth.

"Ooh, these are lovely. Brightens up the place, 'dun it?" Humphrey smiled to the woman who never looked at him and who walked back from whence she came.

He watched as a banner was erected above the fireplace.

'Bake sale for charity'

Humphrey rose his eyebrows curiously; this would cause a lot of chatter amongst the group for sure. He just hoped he could stay whole for the day.

Speaking of which, where were they all? The Tudor turned briskly and headed through the house. Unsurprisingly, his ghostly friends remained jammed in the Ball Room discussing which summer activity was best. Humphrey cleared his throat, hoping they'd notice his arrival.

Their chattering stopped as they each turned to look at Humphrey, their faces beaming in surprise.

"Humphrey, you're whole again!" Kitty smiled joyfully.

"Ah, Humphrey. Good to see you back on your shoulders" Cap grinned; the two had often joked that instead of saying 'back on your feet', it would probably be more appropriate in Humphrey's case to say 'back on your shoulders' for obvious reasons.

Humphrey gave a mocking flutter of his wrist.

"Did it all by me'self an' all" He boasted with a cheeky grin.

"Good on ya', mate. Eh- Amy didn't help at all?" Pat chirped.

"No, no. She's 'aving a lay-in. She's still in her room asleep. First time she's slept all week" Humphrey replied. Fanny gasped and practically staggered back.

"What?! Still sleeping at this hour? It's almost eight o'clock! A lady should rise early!" She barked. You could practically hear everyone's eyes roll at her comment.

Robin perked up and huffed, mischief blooming on his face. He rose from his spot on the floor and scampered over to the wall, about to pass through.

"Ah! Don't you dare" Humphrey pointed.

Robin froze in his spot and growled in irritation before plodding back over to where he had sat. Humphrey lowered his arm and nodded.

"Thank you... Anyway, d'you know there was a bake sale goin' on down there?" Humphrey asked, tossing his thumb over his shoulder, gesturing to the door.

The group looked amongst each other happily, and Kitty rushed out immediately to get to the Reception. Everyone sped after Kitty to see the display of cakes, but Robin approached Humphrey casually.

"You know... Might want wake up Stompy before she wake up herself" The caveman said, wincing slightly.

"Why? She's been knackered lately" Humphrey explained. Robin leaned closer.

"I remember time when daughter of mine, Pin, she get scared because I got scratch on arm from fight. She wake up and cry because she think I not there, she think I die and go away" Robin explained, pulling down the furry covering at his elbow just enough to show a faded yet very deep scar running down the length of his forearm.

"After 'doption day thing, she might think you really go-..." Robin finished with a flourish of his hands up to the sky. Humphrey's eyes followed Robin's hands upwards before realizing what he meant.

"Yeah-yeah you're probably right actually..." Humphrey agreed.

Robin gave a slight nod and patted Humphrey on the shoulder as he passed, slipping through the wooden door and out into the hallway. Humphrey decided to save some time and pass through the walls to get back to the East Wing. Amy still lie on her side, asleep with the hood over her head. Peaceful as ever. Humphrey hated having to wake her up, but what Robin had said made him begin to second guess himself and avoid anymore stress for Amy.

He petted her hooded head softly and whispered.

"Amy? Poppet? Time to wake up now". Amy stretched her curled legs out and cracked her eyes open. She grimaced at the sunlight which bounced off the wall behind Humphrey.

"Ugh...fuck sunlight..." She groaned as she rubbed at her eyes.

"Come on, rise and shine" Humphrey mused, patting her shoulder. Amy sat up and pulled the hood down from her head sloppily. She glanced over at Humphrey, quickly registering the fact that the Tudor was now attached again.

"Oh shit. You're whole again?" Amy smiled, dropping her legs off the side of the bed, her four inch platforms swinging above the floor. Humphrey smiled and stood back.

"I know. He came back last night and ACTUALLY stayed. Makes a change. Anyway, he picked me up and put us back together, so...ta-da" Humphrey mused.

Amy got down from the bed and headed over to him.

"Makes a change for you to wake me up" Amy smiled.

The two made their way downstairs to watch the livings place trays of muffins and cakes onto the tables. Everyone else had already flocked around a chocolate lava cake.

"Fuck yeah, they got Red Velvet!" Amy gasped, heading over to a lone table in the corner. Her mouth practically watered at the smell of it. It was her second favourite type of cake, the first being an old fashioned Cherry Bakewell tart. It HAD to be Mr Kipling, or I just didn't hit the same.

Humphrey headed over to the table behind Amy and stared at the delicious looking frosting.

"I bet if I were a cake, I'd look like that one" Humphrey smiled. Amy let out a breathy laughs and glanced over at him.

"You would. I'd probably be an out of date bagel" She commented on herself.

Some loud chatter came from beyond the windows, two men. Humphrey turned to see what the fuss was about and noticed a pedestrian assisting another to parallel park. The man's voice was loud, authoritive, yet meek. Humphrey could've sworn he'd heard a voice like that before.

The rest of the room's chatter and glee faded away as he ventured towards the window, his eyes fixed on the man beckoning the driver to reverse a little more. That voice, he knew it.

"Wish you could've tried- Humphrey?" Amy began, quickly noticing the Tudor's absence and spotting him by the window, looking outside. Amy walked over and stood beside him, also catching eye of the two men.

"What's up? They making a pig's ear or that parking?" Amy asked, mostly to see if they in fact WERE making a pig's ear of it, but also to avert Humphrey's focused and sullen gaze from the bearded man now motioning for the motorist to stop.

"No- it's just-...I could've sworn I'd heard that voice before..." He replied, never averting his eyes from the man.

"I remember that tone, that shout...".

Amy narrowed her eyes in confusion and concern, fixing her gaze onto the man now moving away from the car and towards the door.

Humphrey stepped around Amy and approached the man, his eyes scanning every detail of his face, searching.

Amy watched as Robin also rose his face from a tray of jam tarts and began sniffing at the air. He turned to face the man also, his nostrils flaring as he stepped beside Humphrey.

"You recognize 'im?...He seems familiar..." Humphrey asked. Robin squinted and jutted his jaw.

"Dunno. But, smells familiar. Caught that scent long time ago, but- can't put finger on it"

It was only after the other man, the one driving the car, had entered the Reception, did Humphrey put two and two together. The two men began talking again, and the familiar voice rang clearer than a church bell right above his head.

His face whitened as he took a few steps back, Robin watched as the Tudor backed up and passed by Amy.

"Humphrey, what is it? You look like-" Amy began, before Humphrey's hand clutched at her's and began to tug her away from the stranger.

"Woah, woah, hey! What's going on?" Amy barked. Humphrey swallowed and tightened his fingers around Amy's slight wrist.

"C'mon- back to your room, Poppet. Now" Humphrey muttered, his eyes still fixed on the idle man.

Amy looked back to Robin, but the caveman looked just as confused as her.

"Humphrey, WHAT is going on-?"

"Your room, now" Humphrey spoke, authorative and stern, a huge change from what was the norm for him.

Amy knew when to shut up and listen, and reluctantly turned her back to Robin and the cake trays and headed back up the stairs towards the East Wing, Humphrey following close behind, peering over his shoulder every second.

#bbc ghosts #humphrey bone #original character #amy #amy bone #robin the caveman #larry rickard

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geesbpdjournal · 6 months ago

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I FORGOT TO DO MY ABOUT ME SO HERE WE GO!!!

Name: Gee

Pronouns: He/They

Age: 19

Interests: music, painting (new hobby!!!), crystals!, choir

Sexuality: queer and monogamous! (also happily in a relationship:).)

When did I get my diagnosis: about a year ago now !

Musicians I like: twenty one pilots, hozier, amy winehouse, childish japes, my chemical romance, muse, etc!

Shows I like: good omens, under the bridge, attack on titan, etc.!

Games I like: Minecraft, Stardew Valley, A Little to the Left, Undertale, Deltarune

if you have any other questions for me, please feel free to ask i’ll be happy to answer!!! hopefully this helps u get to know me :^)

#bpd #borderline personality disorder #actually bpd #get to know me #meet the blogger #my chemical romance #twenty one pilots #hozier #amy winehouse #mental illness #mental health #Spotify

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thesongofthegreens · 6 months ago

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THE LOVE OF A SPINSTER | MAYFAIR, ENGLAND

Now that spinsterhood had fallen upon her, Penelope was out of the citrus dresses and into lovely shades of green, blue, and purple. But such colors had not brought attention to her, and she counted herself as lucky, for she was not talked about consistently, in a polite or impolite manner.

In her exile from the ton’s festivities, she remained close to the walls, occasionally chatting with Lady Danbury and Lady Bridgerton. But out of her few true friends, she enjoyed the company of Gordon Bowbury the most, aside from Eloise, who was practically her sister in all but name.

Gordon was like Colin Bridgerton in many ways: tall, charming, and generally well liked by the ton.

They were also the same in that she had loved them both.

She had been able to let go of Colin, though it had taken some time. He was one of few gentlemen in the ton that would entertain dancing with her, though nearly all of its members hailed from the Bridgerton family. She had always known that his mother has guilted him into it, or that other circumstances had pressured him into it rather than wanting to truly dance with her. She remembered all too well the moment she had seen Lady Bridgerton's elbow run right into his ribs, then how he had floated across the ballroom towards her without so much as a word in regard to it.

She had known her love, though devoted and true, was wasted on such a man. It was not his lack of worth, but his steadiness in his friendship towards her, after all the letters and witnessed near proposals to other women; all of it had come together to bring the end. In truth, if she had continued to love him, she would have sworn that it would have killed her, despite never truly having been alive in such a time.

But her love for Gordon… It was different in many aspects. It was not the childish infatuation, nor the end-all-be-all love she had always sworn would remain Colin's. It had taken years of friendship, even after her choice to let love go, and many nights of lemonade before she began to see him differently. It had never been that he was not handsome, or funny, only that she had sworn she was invisible and that his mama had sent him too. But the years and her spinsterhood had finally taken that pity out of anyone, and Gordon had remained.

Her fear of his rejection had remained as well, a deep and terrible abyss to which she knew may overtake her. But the abyss did not exist when he was near her, when he smiled and laughed at her japes towards the same ton that had once done the same to her. If she could have stayed near him, forever or even a moment, she did not have to fear a thing.

Tonight, as she donned an emerald dress and her curls flowed freely, she looked for him, for Gordon, and she found him, on the outskirts, talking with a few gentlemen. He had not spotted her yet, but he would, and she would hold her breath until then, waiting for her love to return to her, with no claim but the one in her heart. She did not let herself imagine what would happen if he decided to join the aim of most gentlemen and find a wife.

He was still in those years where marriage was to be expected of him, at nine and twenty; she felt grateful that he never acknowledged her own passing of such a line. She had been out in society since she was five and ten, with not so much as a singular suitor. A few years ago, when she had been five and twenty, with ten years out, she had finally been able to slink back to her walls without a glance, and each year felt closer and closer to death, despite only being eight and twenty.

Taking herself close to the punch table, where she had been allowed to serve herself due to her age, she listened to the idle gossip there, a small smile threatening to break when she heard of the recent scandal of Lady Evergreen being caught with the footman. Of course, it had been her handmaid, and the woman had been sworn to secrecy, yet the same maid was the one rattling on at the table.

After having her drink filled, she turned back to the ballroom to find a place to sit and found Gordon himself, her cheeks blossoming with a pink that would be difficult to miss and a soft gasp. “I thought you were still with the gentlemen, I did not wish to interrupt. But I am glad to see you all the same." The smile, that was bright and fearless and reserved for him, moved onto her lips.

| closed roleplay with @halyconocs , sorry for the long starter, I love setting the scene and background! |

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fashionablyfyrdraaca · 1 year ago

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Owlcatober 2023 + Memory

Hi everyone! Here's my submission for prompt #9 Memory. This is my first time taking part in a monthly event like this. :D

Game: Pathfinder Kingmaker

Characters: Maegar Varn, Varn's General (Isanne Kanmir)

Rating: G

Wordcount: 1,257

Summary: Maegar Varn's life is close to its end and his General Wife has some reminiscing to do on all the adventures they've had together. Warnings for death and mentions of pregnancy.

You can read it here on AO3 as well!

In the years since the Queen’s encounter with the Lantern King, Varnhold has grown robust and peaceful. The Varnling Host patrol the plains of Dunsward, assisting the common folk and the Nomen centaurs. Many hours had its leader, Maegar Varn, present in the throneroom of Tuskdale, advising and perhaps fighting with the Queen. For this service, his retirement was well protected and ensured. Now his final adventure was about to begin.

The large four-postered bed lay shrouded in furs and fabrics. Censers heavy with incense fill the room, hiding the scent of illness. The heady smoke hides the walls and windows from her view. With a shaking hand outstretched, Isanne Kanmir-Varn finds her way to the chair set beside the bed. Here she sits herself down with a crackling back.

Once robust, Maegar Varn is now withered and pallid. It is the shadow of his 84th year. Their children have been born and grown in what felt like a blink to her, but was really the breadth of his natural life. His grandchildren had even blessed them with their births, sprouting up like little flowers in the garden of their hearts. Both had contributed to the deep smile lines on his face. Much of the white hair that lays haloed around his head had come from many hours of chasing the children around the village and the ensuing shock of childish actions.

His breathing comes low and belabored. Clerics had come and gone, shaking their heads and offering empty platitudes. Isanne sighs as she watches him. The time to call the Priest of Pharasma comes soon. She leans over and grips his hand. Maegar’s skin is clammy.

“My love, can you hear me,” Isanne calls out to him.

With a groan, Maegar opens his eyes and looks at her. His brown eyes are now bloodshot. A weak smile comes to his lips.

“Do you want me to call the priest,” she asks.

“Nay. Isanne… tell me something cheerful. This room is driving me mad.”

She shifts in her seat, thinking back to all the adventures they’ve had. She has been at his side since he was a young man. When they first met, his face was clean of the scars that now riddle it. Starting there would be good.

“Do you remember when we met in Pitax?”

That weak smile broadens.

“You were drunk on Liacenzan wine. It made me happy I left Vikke at the inn. She was four then. Too small for the japes of men.”

Isanne pauses, envisioning in her mind’s eye her daughter; the only child she had had that was not by Maegar. Now the younger woman was somewhere in Absalom, seeking her own fortunes. It had been difficult saying goodbye to the child that had followed her across the world and into war. It should not have come as a surprise that a soul so alike her own would also seek adventure.

“I remember you comparing me to some bodice ripper heroine you had read about.”

“Kigelia the Lusty Elven Washerwoman,” Maegar adds, voice weak, but full of humour. Isanne rolls her eyes at the name. In his drunken stupor, he had made the grave error of assuming one elf had to be alike all of them. Especially if they looked similar to the crude drawing on the front of the book. It was not something he would have said had he been sober, but she hadn’t known that then.

Isanne continues to describe the resulting duel; how she had taken her anger to the streets. Her kinetic blade of stone against his dual daggers. The way her eyes had trailed to his form, a strongman’s body - a mixture of protective fat and sharp muscle rippling underneath. Even at that first awkward meeting the attraction had been strong. It had come so naturally for her to ask who he was and what he did. The fact that he led the Varnling Host was a pleasant surprise; she had already decided she needed to know him without that.

“I am glad you didn’t hate me for that one,” Maegar whispers, his eyes growing heavy.

“Should I let you rest, my love?”

He weakly shakes his head and then tilts it like a puppy, glancing at her out of the corner of his eye.

“Nay, tell me more. Give me more stories for the road.”

With tears forming, she regales him with more stories of their time as mercenaries. Tales of lizardfolk trophies distributed, boggards slain and even the tale of Noose, hiding between Rostland and Issia. Her heart pounds in her chest and her leg bounces with the fear of what is coming. Still she continues on. The story of Lostlarn Keep brings a frown to his face and she switches the story to the Queen’s rescue of her. She remembers waiting in the Beer Mug Inn with Linzi, convinced that Maegar was dead and the Queen a liar. Both halflings, Queen and Bard, had beamed when Isanne had run straight into Maegar’s arms at his arrival to the small tavern. She remembers the desperation of the kiss marking their reunion.

“I thought you had died, you know,” Isanne says, shaking her head with the bitterness of the memory.

“I could say the same of you! I thought I had finally found my Lady Varn and off you went without me.”

Isanne laughs, the only cheerful sound the room had heard in weeks.

“Hmmm. You must remember our wedding then, no?”

A hint of mischief enters his voice, “I remember the night then especially well.”

That memory is a pleasant one. The wine had been like a river; the cakes and pastries like mountains. The Queen and her companions had attended as well. Linzi had harassed Ekundayo before scribbling details in her book. She remembers the citizens discomfort at the little goblin Nok-Nok who had stuffed his face eagerly. Fortunately the amenities of the party had been enough to keep the tension from growing. There had also been the Queen, shifting back and forth from enjoying the company of Octavia and Regongar to sitting with the quiet, mysterious tiefling Kaessi.

Their twins had come along nine months later; the first of what came to six. Every birth had stressed out Maegar to the point where he followed her like a little, lost kitten. Then when the child’s cries filled the air, he would immediately come to her side, fawning over her and the little one. Yes, they had many happy years with their children. Reminding him of little moments spent with them brings a smile to his tired face. Eventually he stops responding, eyes closed and chest rising and falling shallowly. She tells him about how much their children will miss him. She asks him to say hello to Cephal for her when he makes his way into Pharasma’s Boneyard. Isanne lays her head against his chest, listening to his fading heartbeat.

It happens in the quiet hours of the night. She awakes with a start, upset at having fallen asleep. Looking over to his face, Isanne realizes he is gone. That the end had come while she slept feels like a rock in her gut. Tenderly, she moves the hair from his face. Then she leans and brings his hands to a rest on his chest. Before leaving to get the cleric for Maegar’s last rites, she whispers close to his ear.

“Thank you for loving me, Maegar. If I could do this all again, I would pick you every time.”

#owlcatober 2023 #pathfinder kingmaker #maegar varn #isanne kanmir #fanfiction #miss shania talks too much #oc stuff

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karasong · 9 months ago

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song poem challenge!

thanks for tagging me @doublesunsets yours was so cool, it completely added up (& i sat there guessing the songs because the lines sounded so familiar)

here is mine!

i am not the fast one why should i deny this old dog of mine?

shake it up is all that we know stay away, away, away

i’m feeling you yeah, i’ve been thinking a lot

silent as we drive i got a problem

let it never be said the romance is dead we’re smashing mics in karaoke bars

rules: put your entire song collection on shuffle, then write down the first line from each of the first ten songs that pop up to create a poem. you must then dedicate the poem to the blorbo or OTP that it most reminds you of! then tag or send asks to others that you think might enjoy the challenge!

it’s very OTP vibes to me. someone who is less forward about romance, you know? their romance lies in other gestures & they know they’re hesitant but it’s something they can work on. i’m not sure... maybe batcat.

song list:

lonely life - miike snow

old yeller - childish japes & dave vives

out of touch - hall & oats

black out days - phantogram

feeling - coin

missin you crazy - russ

back to your love - night riots

prblm - friday pilots club

ruby - kaiser chiefs

greek tragedy - the wombats

no pressure tags: @moonlight-prose @tarrenterror25 @stargazingcarol @dameronology @hellolitty @veneskaa @saturnisfallingdown @the-mandalorian-clone-lover

#tag game

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hollis-exe · 1 year ago

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url song spelling game time >:] thank you @shimdta AND @baysee (im stealing your formatting. sorry)

Hollywood Junkyard - The Bobby Lees Ok Panic Now - Irritating Rainbow "Listen to Your Heart." "No." - Cheekface Looking For The Rain - UNKLE I've Had It - Old Man Saxon Something Else - Childish Japes - Egoismus - C418 Xtal - Aphex Twin Entropyyy - Lorn

YAHOO YIPPEE i'm tagging anyone who wants to do this but also @x-unnamedgraves-x @reliquarian @spiderbuttons and @rdhndrd!

#tag game #THIS WAS HARD TO NARROW DOWN IM NGL #the fucking spread of genres and tones will give you pause. im sorry #trax #daily h

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justali-anne · 2 years ago

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Skelebros Interests

Tell me if I missed anything!

Both:

Cars (Papyrus with his race car bed and real car in the good ending, Sans with the magazines and car imagery "blue stop signs")

Sewing and making clothes (they made the battle body together)

Puns

Cooking (more obvious in Papyrus)

Humans (Papyrus with capturing one, Sans with learning about them [going by the headcanon that he never saw a human before Frisk so I guess he just learned more about humans or something])

Existential dread!

Sans:

Outer spacey sci-fi stuff

Real science

Pranks and childish humour

Food

Video games (he talks to you about video game recommendations in one version of the game iirc)

Trolling

Papyrus

Japes

Building

Painting

Sparring

Cooking (again, more obvious in him)

Sports

That's all I can think of for now!

#undertale #sans #papyrus #my thoughts #skelebros

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crowjodojocasahouse · 1 year ago

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fuck those tags percussion is dope as fuck to listen to. percussion, even traditionally non-pitched percussion, can be melodic. anyways here are my album recommendations because my music taste rules (under the cut)

1. Salamander - Childish Japes

2. Beaucoup Fish - Underworld

3. Binaural - Pearl Jam

4. Shangri-La Dee Da - Stone Temple Pilots

5. Contraband - Velvet Revolver

6. Badmotorfinger - Soundgarden

7. ik this is quite tumblr of me, but The Normal Album by Will Wood is genuinely incredible

8. Hybrid Theory - Linkin Park

9. Alice in Chains (self-titled) - Alice in Chains

10. To The Pain - Nonpoint

11. You Know What They Mean - Bent Knee

12. Metropolis Pt 2.: Scenes From A Memory - Dream Theater

13. Counterpart - Rush

14. Make Yourself - Incubus

15. First Batch / Kodiak (they're 2 EPs) - Chuggernaut

this is simply to name a few. please don't clown on me for my generally pretty mainstream music taste, finding underground shit is hard 😭

i am like jesus on the fucking cross right now for being willingly subjected to this websites music taste. however bad you think it is its worse

#my music taste is aight #chuggernaut is my drum teacher's band teehee #music recommendations #music recs

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crowjodojocasahouse · 1 year ago

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if you wanna listen smth kinda trippy yet still VERY VERY groovy, i highly recommend float by childish japes (featuring the man of the evening consuming my every waking thought: dave vives)

#its so soothing and mesmerizing at the beginning #then they drop into the heavy 2 and 4 backbeat and its so solid and groovy #this song goes absolutely insane #this is definitely my album of the year #if i had spotify it would most definitely be my entire wrapped #its so fucking good guys #childish japes #dave vives #salamander #Spotify

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heireign · 1 month ago

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@absolventiia : send me 🕯️to hear my character's inner thoughts about your character — aurane.

113AC : ( it had seemed as a horrid a cruel jape as there ever had been one, when they had been borne — that my mother had laboured for the majority of her life to that end, that she had kept forcing herself to endure, again and again, all in the service of doing her duty to my father and providing him a true heir, that he should have two with his second wife and more, have two with her. that he should have all that he wanted and even more, I wanted that for him, I did. but I still do not know why it had to be her - why it had to be her of all people, my closest friend and confidante, now his. I wanted things to remain the same, but how then, could they ? to have birthed an heir and a spare in one… I would be useless, if I wasn’t already. why good indeed would I be then beyond a marriage pact to a lord of a far off castle, distant from the goings on of court and out of sight. out of mind, and soon enough it would be I who was mocked for daring to hope. it is childish, a selfish thought to dwell on the inevitable, to mar the happy occasion with my own irrelevant responses to it all — for it would not matter if I did not want to be replaced, if the king saw fit to see it done. it would not matter, and it would not be their fault. and I am glad they were born healthy, above all. and if this was the price I need pay for their well-being, for their continued good health and the survival of their mother, I would willing pay it. yet I fear obscurity, more then I ever have. I loathe those brief moments where I saw a glimmer of something more, the brief sheen of hope upon the horizon. I would try, I will try, I have always wanted a sibling, I have always wanted, a brother - but I need time to come to terms with …. the inevitably of my own existence. the reality of it I should have known better then to expect more from. I did not think it would be so painful as to call them brothers after baelon, but my lips struggle to form the words )

129AC: ( he looks like his mother, aurane. while aegon has the hair and eyes of our father, he has more of the hightower coloring. or mayhaps it was the florents. alicent had always favored her mother too. he looks like my own sons, bearing the same dark brown hair and brown eyes that they do. and he was legitimate beyond a doubt. though he and his twin are alike in many other ways — both of them had displayed little interest in the iron throne, both of them preferred to lose themselves in drink and whatever sort of pleasures may be found upon the street of silk — it was the elder of them who garnered the majority of the attention, and the stares. it was the elder of them those green lords upheld as the true heir to the iron throne. they were scarcely seen apart from each other, her half brothers. though I have not been the best sister. I do not know when I had begun to drift so steadily from them, nor do I know quite how I might rectify the situation. from the times aurane and I have spoken, it has been cordial enough, though always hollow curtesies – born from a place of not true knowing. they could be nice to each other, and I have tried my best to be, but naught can truly be healed between us if we do not know one another. it feels as if, at times there was no way to go back — to be able to build anew and not need worry about the ramifications of what others might feel in seeing the two of them standing by side.

I feel for him, truly. I cannot imagine how it must feels to be the long sought son’s perfect duplicate — and not the firstborn son yourself. to be known as naught more then the shadow of prince aegon the elder. and not prince aurane, the younger born twin. I can sympathize with him, in a way. I often feel little more than a shadow myself, the imprint of a wanton princess who defied all that was expected of her, all manner of propriety. decency. to be close to what everyone wanted you to be and yet not quite, not yet able to get there. he does not have the privilege of being his mother’s first son, or his mother’s first daughter, or his father, and yet. I do believe he has begun to make his way and carve out a path of his own. )

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libidomechanica · 4 months ago

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And song

A limerick sequence

And I at rest on right thy japes be! No child, if in death-chamber or thre hanged … There’s a stranger skinnes gone, and thee, deare borne buds, and then with great distress?

They gain’d, and, lordynges, right doth hast. Since yourself afyre. Stay yet a childish through their savage than faile his book agayn my leaves on Earth’s head. Smiling because you.

When will shortened deare Lord Lochinvar. Convulsion time in a bigger than he sped, The time did see. Till he crew had gaz’d, he look upon the love and leaue enricht.

Years; it is love you and I love so longer wretched thrall, my bird dog. And say on Diggon, I lamented urn. This world, compensate, to pleasure mindes resort.

Anguish wrung the stay’d his short,—’tis passion- winged Love, and Aethon snort his light footsteps luxurious matting under the Seventh— the Seven more quiet base clouds.

Sun did ride, progression—cannot to sale their foote. Have been as drownd with self, and pine more love so alike, thy fair Twinnes gone, I the Apostel tolde many heads.

Absence this light. Has any Life divided me a spoil among that somme been inches waving waters! My lovers tempt no stoor; they’ll have had fled. The bosoms bare!

To-morrow’s life—and let out thy harlotte, having was the blue, and now it not. Waite. The fire, of ayde or country that I was purveyed of her god day: or Diggon.

Opened moanings of hell is it no second beren hem at thyn array after may now the faille, than al this expectant. Or herbes. God day: or Diggon.

The waves are just about her side with joy! While ocean deep, there vnseene, that Firmán- issuing Shah to whom he shore until time’s white, poor Cynthia greet a pryvetee.

Then, cried two were Hobbin how I brew my beer. Spirit that I was synne; bét is to do this? Was knight astrologien, Day over, I return an autumn, in wind.

Their tedious magian fish most confess? It must be so phantasy; for to seye, forsaking in the pure and to mark of Oxenford, and our roots. Let all heart.

Some can keepe. Dust to his lips, to brynge alone; and made bare and pain which that I was born. Tho vnder his Hearts; yea, when hot for the Tongues, the rayne is al and flames, and lame.

And have not fright’ning the faint eyes within. And forever and day like again, mix not move; for pity is ended. If that soft as she gloriously her first.

To love may rest’? Together of pearl. Beacons from his packe a ghost abandoning and scorch without all aske. Tell me how many a leafe sturre. His Vellet her mine!

And ye foreseen then she fil bakward adoun, and glosen up he roads, as if to face with a bag of all the Kirke pillow then, youth, for small aske. To its eclipse.

Sure never beauties parching of three love! The Kidde: but tel me who? From his worke is coming exhausted snow, or care. Eternal wind and blamed hym to see its tooth.

Put down, Sugar, my suit you walked along to see thou death’s foot. In signal shakings of this ocean- bed. Ploughs furrow’d deepest give invention like Aurora, proue.

I wolde rede alwey ful fasten to dances for the populace own Desire? And yet the hall- door, and the blood, my tired Hand foreheads; saw the sullen year?

—Oh, dreams renew it; but if that dim lake. You are the silken skilled bee, to this, a mute voice of this: an empires and lookest in fresh sprung. A herd-abandon.

The game of thine for him an’ wrack his dunghill, crowing you say. Dian had constant hope hadde and placed, the garden, Maud, but where so I swallows one day that degree.

Far from too wide world, each otherwise,— past which husbandry in your old decree! As signes of lusty heartles at thy feare, beeing is awake? But what evere smyte!

Into the sea lifts a young hearts do inuite to haue for Cupid’s sake! Into gold and give they wander innocent breathe away. The witch hazel eye, bright of wrong.

Till I may see how manye myghtė they flash’d to dismount: and hymns in empurple scarce extinguish in. Who running the spirit that day the sun she look easily will.

And yet God defence and in a room full show his owne shewe. Were entwine: while times ende, that alle me a planted their tiptop nothing the eagle native graced so.

Sit to trace in a Lente—so ofte and consumed, and call this hums, in light pinions!— Few, who have I nothing flowers, and the sweetest of her to comprehend aright.

To faintest out. That tempted my mind a day like a child: now time he proud of a Garden of Let There is not for wanton babes to do, till the world alyve is.

Wrought good. Then can become as a wide Border his dead, sunning thicket into their shaft dark vault above that the witch. Too deep question which that I am the tale.

Is so much growne between they stretch his lost, the Muses in hys pack, and I have leave the air, alas! Star kissing thrones—amid the grasp’d it; of the shall I doe?

Tucked be belong the dancers leaves among men: they flee from her come a quarters. Wink of you went on cutting too as woman, of this ever since who has the sea.

Heard the calmed vast, so as the sound, sepulchre, quench not one accents thy foule leasing, for whit; I took a leek the leaves among the sea. Helplessly before him fast.

And calm, and my aching around his complaining hair of glittering me back from the dress Our Adonais. Than been sav’d but yet knows by breasts and claim: let thy shame.

In fragrant copses dress was leaping vp waues of Night, night around, yu run. Then The sun smile, and then for to haul up and sweet odours, and softly, flutes; nor debaat.

Forth; your hand or eye hovering limbs. On scrolls of silent rows, poor little head, and harmony, pulses, and one arrow drain’d. I’ll crosse to its eclipsing Cursed, cursed Circe.

My strong fingers, so late is; live her? And other day. One hair I dream, I laughs at our being brass will no mo delayed at divers brilliant kids, frisk with you this?

The monkeys make this a silence, and sing; I a’ the last year, Whose who should be so phantom cold. And co-inheritaunce, tossing in fruyt of my loves weep anew!

Rough the lamps the wrecked. Locke, so thy wit, o’er the Lip of Beauty thus; while they each other were. Although Amphion leaning hand blush’d no lute, violin, bassoon; all night.

His inwards; ’twas too much will recognise that it is eternal are. And ball wrapt inflecting heart after though camps and he, so have seen. Not sing a cockney ear.

But Anguish. And making slow star: So many another comely sheepe, all is it from her; or let me make me, if thou wolt preyse my bear; and tyrannizing way.

Not thy Son lay, pierc’d by the Throne where king sleeps, ’twixt his passion to war. What faille yow, if ye worn with dew all the statues, music, words, are weak; ah for no cas.

Kiss that was, and the billows:-when lofty thought: Piffle! Adorn the very wight striped urchins flay each mass may no while one ascending eye, bright by the wakes or spyen?

An urn of straw and the Foxes that fire a ridiculous, past thou speak the light And aye the steep floor, and mortality’s sake! No, in all array; but ere thrown?

For all the Day became masculine and for ese of emergent pattern; and entertain if one float my friends. Oft have match’d me too hard ther grow boring above!

She did see, which I blest. I wanted me too late. The inheritaunce: the more weak relieued by us selven two, how she trick. Ye, woltow so took for to war.

So great distress and happiness, to pluck away child: now thou hast. A fathomless floods, unfettered in night, and lur’d the worlds care, the dew upon a royal blest.

I looked at diverse, my Lady’s emblem’d in this should look too, into my life provide than all hast. For me, again; I sue not feel her place as well as I wait.

Ne stayed he virgin’s face of her soft face vnarmed myself as Spring with you! In hope has late; ’ the lamps of Heaven’s smile, overjoy’d, we are too late is Marcien.

It is young tears the morning race, but conseil to virginitee; lat hem be bride’s-men, and home there hath Immortal Love. Which is set up for Adonais. The great mone.

And of theyr shee sawe thy tale I thinks I seal my bed crowne, in think it stopped, he looked, take and sigh’d a lullaby? Where shone; while her white in his head, as if impell’d.

There was my poor more! Still cavern rude, keep thy hand interpretest the hazel with his right staves on his lyf. You say, knowing up repent, yet to be seize on me.

This through heavenly race: no woods days, and filling sisters of unfulfill’d renown kiss that sighs. And in an error of whose might across my gossyb dame Alys.

And as happy crowns, and Nineveh. Seek sheltering if that it in our lived—Enough—that wiste, in beauteous corse beneath; to its own, Ah, when ther none but unthrifts!

Since could wandred years; it is fro the cause you’ve forgoe. And the boy bring the book, the with a corpse, touche,—he men of bent foam with pity, And other care. And lullaby.

The flour of all with empty hand through the dore, and made he, of Eva first Desire. And sculptures to low, give me. I pleyned unto me; that gave his wyvys!

For we knowne that abiding the hearse. Sire oldest seye, if the way that I rente of shall a young lassie, what art the throne of happiness, and forehead began.

Another on thee, of which watching. This, that Stella must not enough, no man swerė and lo, it is as of a jealous o’ a’ that she coveiteth every best.

And Ausemán—the Heav’n from the thorny fruit bush where the trees watch the mark of Oxenford, and bent. At this mouth. And look too, into foam. He shouting, this more death.

She flesh until we fille as thou wilt thou read for punishment? Ye sholde han sorwe; and her is roll’d; for his waist, nor far, the more, I’ll protest, in generacioun.

And from Denmark upon that alone I am your delight when otherwith! But you a story the magic: every wave under the waves in his heart of tho?

And chaunced together in Heaven’s light; for thou hast measurably link’d her chastitee no childish through wood leon, tel me that for fear. And over, when I feel!

And shoulder’d over Glaucus held his time was quite: an idle tongue that may his lyf. With lullaby can I drown’d into oblivious enmity shall not ask.

Green silk strung, down to raking saw what shining came one sweetnesse inly I pray yow like a criminal. ’Er than the bones on hond, and proverbes n of his time.

Yes, in her lip kissing spar, just wheel; my fine hairs have mov’d, and saw the melancholy this a surpris’d star through he loud of tears ago. Let consecrated urn.

Bright is faire, and north, and making the frost. Distracted wiping—oh Khalífah’s Supper push’d throat: then his Lordship and descends on worlds care, that euer had bene fayne.

But ere thyne yen. Had well-nature of hym shul have died: but if it steadies I may scorn fill with there, or which from her; or let me feel thine. The her hart, endymion!

I will unclose infamy is not die, that which that thou; and dost see, bene all turn’d into bed. And in cost, but neatly takes hand: pity me there wax al deef.

Grasping to its kindred years Far had her heart, head, hands avian, to sink. Been inches high o’er his chiefe souereign visions, shape that new babies, and let their most grace.

And portion of fish things funeral. There laved and is barbed hook, one is set up for verray blood, this face. The kiss, shapes, they maad of despair, with they them, is love.

But for opened his Narcissus Eyes— the Muses your own Ceres; every vessel al of old friend, was seeking youngling beneath. Thy name, and threw down a toying.

To weddyng in my flessh so deem’d not by our first rose conceive it ever have dried my mind discoursing, and forever on crystal place. She is conuenable.

A moment’s pleasures of my lines my love the feel my will, my winds of rest, and how wanne a face! The bride to think it streams I sorrow I brew my beer. To get out.

And boys! I have a tongue that heart, head, and a light lest it al! And brine, until it’s nice and waterwawed. Taking eyes, since your hands, in return: still seek to know.

Thy spirit, until its charnel-roof! With the abandon’d Earth are dight, he setting Sun I mix, and, as he! All ruddy drops instead of eyes, Our Adonais died?

In wyfhod I wolde he up stirte as down thou should warned it; and let the others, I’m pleasures, Nights, and he went through the unbetrayable rest o’er. A day languist graced.

Back when the void circumfused to find fall, and one, yet fades, its Self-contempt no second blont. Of deep wrinkles and the chambers of gentle breast-plates large, as he!

Strength, now moste he hadde the hazel with fannes wel-shading invite some friendship bene sheepe bothe eve and rejoiced to know. This fingers ache, how still fervid cover.

Keep back to the works in, like a child! Now I pray yow soore; he nolde suppose I knowe, chaunced together on hire lovers on thy light, save him spight, all for to gard.

I trowe, twenty wynter outward from a gutters plain; I sue not fright but as seen a charnel-roof! To speak with me, her veins spell, or she hath swich cheere that dim lake.

In wommen shul have wended; I have not on the rising limbs. Tramples it above—devoid of the prow,—thy delight, that moment lips all we quaff’d off the sweeter!

Say, I intreat ones gone, but folk seye that feel her more bene dead thinke how poore. With a hollow rocks of ill luck on the latest out of those files of life, my heads.

Of us, they saye the air limbs o’er the shall be youngling fellows,—o dool I lickit my Cytherea! I’ll softly it rains on the nevere she succeeded.

And rigid ranks of irksome leves have closely fused and sere O ’tis the sun comes in filmy veils mantling time in song let thy heart? Her Kidde shee were to their cheek.

But lo, there was not my name, that I was a pure invention the field is spread outwept its rocky marge, til he had not stem and harmony, pulses, and broiler.

This—dost the Day—so through the flocke, where are to reason gates houshold his ever love. In celebrated, as to housing fit against thing! I touched by this, pardee!

He mente the Stranger-youth! If on another wi’ matter many a hungry cravings: and aching and doon hir bed, and thought foot into this good to do like Thee.

Towards a torments, which that that farthest comes for they tell me Papa. Be as a smallest chick pushed the grownd with how with him, but fill you, I am may redressed.

I love of burning soul page afterward refuse to be felt as a married the tree. There sweet mistake a flowers and forever at Apollo each other.

I touch another charming Polly Stewart, o charms. Fountains a wretch frozen trackless ashes load. Imprison gave, and layen whilst, but grieved bodies in the blessed soule!

And now he could not love tears shed would do! Symmetrically in the sheet of Desolat in Pisces, when I stopp’d with meeke, wise- valiant, frame, it tikleth me reserv’d.

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brookston · 9 months ago

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The Heat’s Off (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1967)

Hero For A Day (Mighty Mouse Cartoon; 1953)

Hop (Animated Film; 2011)

Hound About That (Noveltoons Cartoon; 1961)

Hounding the Hares, featuring Farmer Al Falfa (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1948)

The Hound of the Baskervilles by Arthur Conan Doyle (Novel; 1902)

Howl's Moving Castle, by Diana Wynne Jones (Novel; 1986)

The Juggler of Our Lady (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1958)

Just One More Chance (Betty Boop Cartoon; 1932)

King Rounder (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1964)

Leviathan, by Thomas Hobbes (Book; 1651)

The Little Prince, by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry (Novella; 1943)

The Lost World, by Arthur Conan Doyle (Novel; 1912)

Loyal Royalty, featuring Hashimoto (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1962)

Made for Love (TV Series; 2021)

The Mad Hermit of Chimney Butte (Animated TV Special; 1960)

Maid-Sama! (Anime Series; 2010)

The Man Who Laughs, by Victor Hugo (Novel; 1869)

The Man With the Golden Gun, by Ian Fleming (Novel; 1959) [James Bond #13]

The Meaning of Life (Film; 1983)

The Might Termite (Modern Madcaps Cartoon; 1961)

The Missing Genie (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1963)

Monkey Doodles (Noveltoons Cartoon; 1960)

Moth and the Flame (Disney Silly Symphonies Cartoon; 1938)

A Mountain Romance (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1938)

The Murders in the Rue Morgue, by Edgar Allan Poe (Short Story; 1841)

Nicholas Nickleby, by Charles Dickens (Novel; 1838)

Nobody’s Ghost, featuring Deputy Dawg (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1962)

On Her Majesty’s Secret Service, by Ian Fleming (Novel; 1959) [James Bond #11]

One Shot, 9th Jack Reacher book, by Lee Child (Novel; 2005)

The Orphan Egg (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1953)

Parade's End, by Ford Madox Ford (Novel; 1924)

Passing, by Nella Larsen (Novel; 1929)

Peanut Battle, featuring Sidney (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1962)

Personæ, by Ezra Pound (Poetry; 1909)

Person to Bunny (WB MM Cartoon; 1960)

Persuader, 7th Jack Reacher book, by Lee Child (Novel; 2003)

Pet Problems (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1954)

The Pickwick Papers, by Charles Dickens (Novel; 1836)

The Picture of Dorian Gray, by Oscar Wilde (Novel; 1891)

Play That Funky Music, by Wild Cherry (Song; 1976)

Poor Little Witch Girl (Modern Madcaps Cartoon; 1965)

Prescription For Percy, featuring Roquefort & Percy (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1954)

Running Blind, 4th Jack Reacher book, by Lee Child (Novel; 2000)

Sagebrush Sadie (Disney Oswald the Lucky Rabbit Cartoon; 1928)

Scouts to the Rescue (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1956)

Screwball Squirrel, featuring Screwy Squirrel (MGM Cartoon; 1944)

The 700 Club (Religious Propaganda Series; 1966)

Shaddup Your Face, by Joe Dolce (Song; 1981)

Sin City (Film; 2005)

Some Do Not…, by Ford Madox Ford (Novel; 1924)

The Sound of Music (Film; 1965)

Space Invaders (Video Game; 1978)

Spacewar! (Video Game; 1962)

The Stowaways (Heckle & Jeckle Cartoon; 1949)

Strange Companion, featuring Hashimoto (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1961)

The Stretcher (Mighty Mouse Cartoon; 1969)

Strife with Father (WB MM Cartoon; 1950)

The Sword of Shannara, by Terry Brooks (Novel; 1977)

Therapeutic Pink (Pink Panther Cartoon; 1977)

Time Gallops On (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1952)

Trash Program (Modern Madcaps Cartoon; 1963)

Trigger Treat (Modern Madcaps Cartoon; 1960)

The Trip (Noveltoons Cartoon; 1967)

The Tudors (TV Series; 2007)

2112, by Rush (Album; 1976)

25 O’Clock, by XTC, a.k.a. the Dukes of the Stratosphear (Album; 1985)

The War of the Worlds, by H.G. Wells (Novel; 1897)

Weather Systems, by Andrew Bird (Album; 2003)

The Winding the Willows, by Kenneth Grahame (Novel; 1908)

Without Fail, 6th Jack Reacher book, by Lee Child (Novel; 2002)

Wynonna Earp (TV Series; 2016)

Today’s Name Days

Hugo, Irene, Irina (Austria)

Anastazije, Božica, Mavro, Venancije (Croatia)

Hugo (Czech Republic)

Hugo (Denmark)

Harald, Harri, Harro, Herald (Estonia)

Peppi, Pulmu, Raita (Finland)

Hugues, Valéry (France)

Hugo, Irene, Irina (Germany)

Hugó (Hungary)

Dora, Irene, Ugo (Italy)

Dagne, Dagnis, Tautmilis, Teodora, Teofils (Latvia)

Dainora, Rimgaudas, Teodora (Lithuania)

Aron, Arve, Arvid (Norway)

Chryzant, Grażyna, Hugo, Hugon, Katarzyna, Teodora, Tolisław, Zbigniew, Zbyszko (Poland)

Maria (Romania)

Darya, Klavdia (Russia)

Hugo (Slovakia)

Hugo, Venancio (Spain)

Harald, Hervor (Sweden)

April, Arden, Argus, Diamond, Paris (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 92 of 2024; 274 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 1 of week 14 of 2024

Celtic Tree Calendar: Fearn (Alder) [Day 16 of 28]

Chinese: Month 2 (Ding-Mao), Day 23 (Yi-Wei)

Chinese Year of the: Dragon 4722 (until January 29, 2025)

Hebrew: 22 Adair II 5784

Islamic: 22 Ramadan 1445

J Cal: 2 Cyan; Twosday [2 of 30]

Julian: 19 March 2024

Moon: 50%: 3rd Quarter

Positivist: 8 Archimedes (4th Month) [Euclid]

Runic Half Month: Ehwaz (Horse) [Day 7 of 15]

Season: Spring (Day 14 of 92)

Week: Last Week of March

Zodiac: Aries (Day 12 of 31)

Calendar Changes

April (Gregorian Calendar) [Month 4 of 12]

#calendar #Holidays

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Holidays 4.1

Holidays

April Fool’s Day

April Noddy Day

Arbor Day (Tanzania)

Atheist’s Day

Boomer Bonus Day

Boy Howdy Day

Captains Regent Day (San Mario)

Capture of Brielle Remembrance (Netherlands)

Chaos Energy Day

Civil Service Day (Thailand)

Dupuytren’s Disease Awareness Day (Florida)

Edible Book Day

EOKA Day (Cyprus)

Festival of Irritating Jokes & Childish Japes

Festival of Positive Threats

Flag Day (Mauritania)

Fossil Fools Day

Gardtide (Elder Scrolls)

Ghodejatra (Katmandu Valley, Nepal)

Gowkie Day (a.k.a. Gowkin' Day; Scotland)

Greek Cypriot Day (EOKA Day; Cyprus)

Hatching Day (in “The Dragonriders of Pern”)

Hornbeam Day (French Republic)

Hunt-the-Gowk Day (Scotland)

International Birding Day (Russia)

International Bull Terrier Day

International Fun at Work Day

International Tatting Day

International Tom Hanks Day

International Waluigi Day

Intolerance Day

Investiture of the New Captains Regent (San Marino)

Islamic Republic Day (Iran)

Kalends of April (Ancient Rome)

Library Snapshot Day

Lupus Alert Day

Margaritaville Day

Myles Day

Näfelser Fahrtfest (Glarus, Switzerland)

National Atheist’s Day

National Broadcasting Day (Indonesia)

National Connor Day

National Day of Hope

National DIY Day

National Greeting Card Day

National Jump in Muddy Puddles Day

National Love Our Children Day

National Loyal Day

National Lupus Alert Day

National One Cent Day

National Tom Foolerys Day

National Tree Planting Day (Tanzania)

National Trombone Players Day

Nature Day (Iran)

Nickelodeon Day

No More Dishpan Hands Day

One Cent Day

Odisha Day (a.k.a. Orissa Day; India)

Pigasus Award Announcement Day

Poetry and the Creative Mind Day

Poisson d’Avril (France)

Reading Is Funny Day

Semana Santa ends (Nicaragua)

Social Circus Day

Sorry Charlie Day

Spaghetti Tree Day

Take Down Tobacco National Day of Action [Date Varies]

Take Your Horse to Work Day

Tangible Karma Day

US Air Force Academy Day

Užupis Day (Lithuania)

White Rabbit Day

Youth Day (Benin)

Food & Drink Celebrations

Cognac Birthday

International Day of the Barista

National Sourdough Bread Day

National Soylent Green Day

Organic Restaurant Day

Prankster Day (North Coast Brewing)

Sliced Bread Day (a.k.a. Birthday of Sliced Bread)

Soy Foods Day

1st Monday in April

National Bake Week begins [1st Monday]

National Fun Day [1st Monday]

National IEP Writing Day [1st Monday]

Sweet Potato Day [1st Monday]

Tater Day (Kentucky) [1st Monday]

Weekly Holidays beginning April 1 (1st Week)

Golden Rule Week [thru 4.7]

International Pooper Scooper Week [thru 4.7]

Laugh at Work Week [thru 4.7]

Medication Safety Week [thru 4.7]

National Bake Week (1st Monday) [thru 4.7]

National Center Registrars Week [thru 4.5]

National Egg Salad Day (Monday after Easter) [thru 4.7]

National Public Health Week [thru 4.7]

National Raw Feeding Week [thru 4.7]

National Wildlife Week [thru 4.7]

Testicular Cancer Awareness Day [thru 4.7]

Independence & Related Days

Iran (Declared a theocratic Islamic Republic; 1979)

New Year’s Days

Assyrian New Year (a.k.a. …

Akitu (ܐܟܝܬܘ)

Ha b-Nisin

Ha b-Nison

Kha b-Nisan

Resha d-Sheta

Syriac (ܪܫܐ ܕܫܢܬܐ / Head of the Year)

British Financial Year begins (UK)

Festivals Beginning April 1, 2024

Idaho Craft Beer Month (Idaho) [thru 4.30]

Kalmyk Tulip Festival (Elista, Russia) [thru 4.30]

Silverburn Carnival (Edinburgh, Scotland)

Skagit Valley Tulip Festival (Mount Vernon, Virginia) [thru 4.30]

Feast Days

All Fools Day (Pastafarian)

Anne McCaffrey (Writerism)

Benny Rabbit (Muppetism)

Catherine of Palma (Christian; Saint)

Cellach of Armagh (Christian; Saint)

The Cruelest Month Week (Shamanism)

Dan Flavin (Artology)

Day of Fornax (Goddess of Baking Bread; Ancient Rome)

Day of Hathor (Egyptian Goddess of Drunkenness; also 1.23)

Edwin Austin Abbey (Artology)

Eris Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)

Festival of Fortuna Virilis (Ancient Rome)

Festival of Renenutet, and the Birthday of Neper (Ancient Egyptian God of Grain)

Fortuna Virilis (Old Roman women's festival to Venus, seeking good relations with men)

Frederick Denison Maurice (Episcopal Church (USA))

Gilbert de Moray, Bishop of Caithness, Scotland (Christian; Saint)

Hippocrates (Positivist; Saint)

Hugh of Bonnevaux (Christian; Saint)

Hugh of Grenoble (Christian; Saint)

Kanamara Matsuri (Festival of the Steel Phallus; Japan)

Lazarus (Christian; Saint) [Bulgaria; Girls]

Loki's Day (Norse)

Macarius the Wonder-worker (Christian; Saint)

Mary of Egypt (Christian; Saint)

Melito of Sardis (Christian; Saint)

Milan Kundera (Writerism)

Night of the Evil Clown Day (Church of the SubGenius)

Nuno Álvares Pereira (Christian; Saint)

Samuel R. Delany (Writerism)

St. Stupid's Day (First Church of the Last Laugh; San Francisco)

Tewdrig (Christian; Saint)

Theodora (Christian; Saint)

Ticino Pasta Harvesting Day (Pastafarian)

Veneralia (Festival to Venus; Ancient Rome)

Walric, abbot of Leuconay (Christian; Saint)

William Mulready (Artology)

Christian Liturgical Holidays

Easter Monday [Monday after Easter] (a.k.a. …

Anjo Festival (Portugal)

Annandag Påsk (Sweden)

Bright Monday

Dyngus Day

Egg Nite (Roman Catholic)

Egg Races (Switzerland)

Ellis Island Family History Day

Emaishen (Luxembourg)

Family Day (South Africa)

General Debauchery Day (Pastafarian)

Hallaton Hare Pie Scramble & Bottle Kicking (Leicestershire, UK)

Memorial Day (Republic of Georgia)

Otras Lieldienas (Latvia)

Peeps Day

Pomlazk (Czechia)

Seu Harvest Parade (Curacao)

Sint Veroonmars Soldier’s Procession (Lambeek, Belgium)

Smell-the-Breezes Day (Shamm en-Nisīm; Egypt)

Veľkonočný Pondelok (Slovakia)

Watering Monday (Hungary)

Wet Easter Monday (Poland)

White House Easter Egg Roll

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Shakku (赤口 Japan) [Bad luck all day, except at noon.]

Uncyclopedia Bad to Be Born Today (because it’s April Fool’s Day.)

Premieres

Alice’s Spooky Adventure (Disney Cartoon; 1924)

Alpine Antics (Oswald the Lucky Rabbit Cartoon; 1929)

Alvin’s Solo Flight (Noveltoons Cartoon; 1961)

America the Beautiful, sung by Ray Charles (Song; 1976)

Another Roadside Attraction Tom Robbins (Novel; 1971)

Bad Luck and Trouble, 11th Jack Reacher book, by Lee Child (Novel; 2007)

Baffling Bunnies (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1956)

The Beauty Shop (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1950)

Big Bad Bobcat (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1968)

Birds of a Feather (WB LT Cartoon; 1961)

Bird Symphony (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1955)

Blaze of Glory, by Joe Jackson (Album; 1989)

The Blue Angel (Film; 1930)

The Bone Ranger (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1957)

A Boy and His Dog, by Harlan Ellison (Novella; 1969)

A Brief History of Time, by Stephen Hawking (Book; 1988)

Buddy’s Theatre (WB LT Cartoon; 1935)

Champion Chump (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1966)

Chicken Jitters (WB LT Cartoon; 1939)

A Cold Romance (Mighty Mouse Cartoon; 1949)

A Confederacy of Dunces, by John Kennedy Toole (Novel; 1980)

Conjure Wife, by Fritz Leiber (Short Story; 1943)

Daddy’s Little Darling (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1957)

Daffy Duck’s Easter Show (WB Animated TV Special; 1980)

Death: The Time of Your Life, by Neil Gaiman (Comic Mini-Series; 1996)

Dodge City (Film; 1939)

Don’t Spill the Beans (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1965)

Echo Burning, 5th Jack Reacher book, by Lee Child (Novel; 2001)

The Enlarger (Mighty Mouse Cartoon; 1970)

The Female Spectator, by Eliza Haywood (Magazine; 1744)

The Famous Ride, featuring Hector Heathcote (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1960)

The Feudin’ Hillbillies (Mighty Mouse Cartoon; 1948)

The Flamboyant Arms (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1959)

Foiling the Fox (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1950)

The Enemy, 8th Jack Reacher book, by Lee Child (Novel; 2004)

General Hospital (TV Soap Opera; 1963)

The Ghost Monster (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1970)

Gone Tomorrow, 13th Jack Reacher book, by Lee Child (Novel; 2009)

Good Deed Daly (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1955)

Goodie the Gremlin (Noveltoons Cartoon; 1961)

Hard Times, by Charles Dickens (Novel; 1854)

The Heat’s Off (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1967)

Hero For A Day (Mighty Mouse Cartoon; 1953)

Hop (Animated Film; 2011)

Hound About That (Noveltoons Cartoon; 1961)

Hounding the Hares, featuring Farmer Al Falfa (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1948)

The Hound of the Baskervilles by Arthur Conan Doyle (Novel; 1902)

Howl's Moving Castle, by Diana Wynne Jones (Novel; 1986)

The Juggler of Our Lady (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1958)

Just One More Chance (Betty Boop Cartoon; 1932)

King Rounder (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1964)

Leviathan, by Thomas Hobbes (Book; 1651)

The Little Prince, by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry (Novella; 1943)

The Lost World, by Arthur Conan Doyle (Novel; 1912)

Loyal Royalty, featuring Hashimoto (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1962)

Made for Love (TV Series; 2021)

The Mad Hermit of Chimney Butte (Animated TV Special; 1960)

Maid-Sama! (Anime Series; 2010)

The Man Who Laughs, by Victor Hugo (Novel; 1869)

The Man With the Golden Gun, by Ian Fleming (Novel; 1959) [James Bond #13]

The Meaning of Life (Film; 1983)

The Might Termite (Modern Madcaps Cartoon; 1961)

The Missing Genie (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1963)

Monkey Doodles (Noveltoons Cartoon; 1960)

Moth and the Flame (Disney Silly Symphonies Cartoon; 1938)

A Mountain Romance (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1938)

The Murders in the Rue Morgue, by Edgar Allan Poe (Short Story; 1841)

Nicholas Nickleby, by Charles Dickens (Novel; 1838)

Nobody’s Ghost, featuring Deputy Dawg (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1962)

On Her Majesty’s Secret Service, by Ian Fleming (Novel; 1959) [James Bond #11]

One Shot, 9th Jack Reacher book, by Lee Child (Novel; 2005)

The Orphan Egg (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1953)

Parade's End, by Ford Madox Ford (Novel; 1924)

Passing, by Nella Larsen (Novel; 1929)

Peanut Battle, featuring Sidney (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1962)

Personæ, by Ezra Pound (Poetry; 1909)

Person to Bunny (WB MM Cartoon; 1960)

Persuader, 7th Jack Reacher book, by Lee Child (Novel; 2003)

Pet Problems (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1954)

The Pickwick Papers, by Charles Dickens (Novel; 1836)

The Picture of Dorian Gray, by Oscar Wilde (Novel; 1891)

Play That Funky Music, by Wild Cherry (Song; 1976)

Poor Little Witch Girl (Modern Madcaps Cartoon; 1965)

Prescription For Percy, featuring Roquefort & Percy (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1954)

Running Blind, 4th Jack Reacher book, by Lee Child (Novel; 2000)

Sagebrush Sadie (Disney Oswald the Lucky Rabbit Cartoon; 1928)

Scouts to the Rescue (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1956)

Screwball Squirrel, featuring Screwy Squirrel (MGM Cartoon; 1944)

The 700 Club (Religious Propaganda Series; 1966)

Shaddup Your Face, by Joe Dolce (Song; 1981)

Sin City (Film; 2005)

Some Do Not…, by Ford Madox Ford (Novel; 1924)

The Sound of Music (Film; 1965)

Space Invaders (Video Game; 1978)

Spacewar! (Video Game; 1962)

The Stowaways (Heckle & Jeckle Cartoon; 1949)

Strange Companion, featuring Hashimoto (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1961)

The Stretcher (Mighty Mouse Cartoon; 1969)

Strife with Father (WB MM Cartoon; 1950)

The Sword of Shannara, by Terry Brooks (Novel; 1977)

Therapeutic Pink (Pink Panther Cartoon; 1977)

Time Gallops On (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1952)

Trash Program (Modern Madcaps Cartoon; 1963)

Trigger Treat (Modern Madcaps Cartoon; 1960)

The Trip (Noveltoons Cartoon; 1967)

The Tudors (TV Series; 2007)

2112, by Rush (Album; 1976)

25 O’Clock, by XTC, a.k.a. the Dukes of the Stratosphear (Album; 1985)

The War of the Worlds, by H.G. Wells (Novel; 1897)

Weather Systems, by Andrew Bird (Album; 2003)

The Winding the Willows, by Kenneth Grahame (Novel; 1908)

Without Fail, 6th Jack Reacher book, by Lee Child (Novel; 2002)

Wynonna Earp (TV Series; 2016)

Today’s Name Days

Hugo, Irene, Irina (Austria)

Anastazije, Božica, Mavro, Venancije (Croatia)

Hugo (Czech Republic)

Hugo (Denmark)

Harald, Harri, Harro, Herald (Estonia)

Peppi, Pulmu, Raita (Finland)

Hugues, Valéry (France)

Hugo, Irene, Irina (Germany)

Hugó (Hungary)

Dora, Irene, Ugo (Italy)

Dagne, Dagnis, Tautmilis, Teodora, Teofils (Latvia)

Dainora, Rimgaudas, Teodora (Lithuania)

Aron, Arve, Arvid (Norway)

Chryzant, Grażyna, Hugo, Hugon, Katarzyna, Teodora, Tolisław, Zbigniew, Zbyszko (Poland)

Maria (Romania)

Darya, Klavdia (Russia)

Hugo (Slovakia)

Hugo, Venancio (Spain)

Harald, Hervor (Sweden)

April, Arden, Argus, Diamond, Paris (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 92 of 2024; 274 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 1 of week 14 of 2024

Celtic Tree Calendar: Fearn (Alder) [Day 16 of 28]

Chinese: Month 2 (Ding-Mao), Day 23 (Yi-Wei)

Chinese Year of the: Dragon 4722 (until January 29, 2025)

Hebrew: 22 Adair II 5784

Islamic: 22 Ramadan 1445

J Cal: 2 Cyan; Twosday [2 of 30]

Julian: 19 March 2024

Moon: 50%: 3rd Quarter

Positivist: 8 Archimedes (4th Month) [Euclid]

Runic Half Month: Ehwaz (Horse) [Day 7 of 15]

Season: Spring (Day 14 of 92)

Week: Last Week of March

Zodiac: Aries (Day 12 of 31)

Calendar Changes

April (Gregorian Calendar) [Month 4 of 12]

#Holidays

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