#cleo the hurricane

[jessajaguar]

Meowy Christmas everyone!!! This video is 6+ years old but it will forever be one of my favorites 😻

Mr. Larry always had to be involved when I was working out, especially if I was pole dancing! So much so that we nicknamed him "Larry the Pole Dancing Cat" 😹 He has since passed away (may he RIP) but Christmas was by far his favorite holiday! He loved the music, the food, the decorations, and most importantly the pole dancing challenges!

This video is from one of the Cleo's Rock n' Pole Christmas challenges from years past, I think around the time the Cleo the Hurricane Asteria Velvet collection was originally released 💖

Music: Christmas Tree

Musician: SoulProdMusic

URL: https://pixabay.com/music/-christmas-tree-chillhop-lofi-christmas-background-music-126617/

[uselessalexis165]

tried making some ttte memes (110)

[pcguelife]

tag drop part one .

[yassbishimvintage]

Your My Hurricane

Warnings: MDNI!

Fluffy Fluff, slight smut

A/N: No hard core smut. Wanted to take a little break from it.

It's late one night, Cleo and Aaron are coming back from an award show. He cleared the whole night. His smile still plastered on his face. When they got back home he took a pit stop in his office to put away his awards. “Damn. How did I get so lucky?” he asks himself. 

When he got to their room Cleo was taking off her jewelry. Aaron entered their bedroom, his gaze immediately drawn to Cleo as she stood by the vanity, removing her earrings with practiced ease. The soft glow of the lamp highlighted her flawless skin and the elegant black dress that clung to her curves. She glanced at him through the mirror, her lips curving into a soft smile.

“Good, you’re here,” she said, her tone light but commanding in that way that always made his chest tighten. “You can unzip my dress.”

He closed the door behind him and crossed the room, his eyes never leaving her. “Is that all I’m good for now?” he teased, his voice low as he came to stand behind her.

She smirked at him through the mirror, tilting her head to the side to expose her neck. “For now,” she replied, her voice dripping with mischief.

Aaron leaned in, brushing his lips against the shell of her ear. “If you keep looking at me like that, love, I’m going to forget how to be a gentleman.”

Cleo arched an eyebrow, daring him. “Is that a promise?”

Without another word, Aaron reached for the zipper at the back of her dress. His fingers brushed against her skin as he slowly pulled it down, exposing the smooth expanse of her back. His touch lingered, and he leaned down to press a soft kiss just below her shoulder blade.

“You’re making it very hard to behave,” he murmured, his voice husky.

Cleo turned her head slightly, her grey eyes locking with his in the mirror. “Who said I want you to behave?” she whispered.

The dress slipped from her shoulders, pooling around her feet. She stood before him in nothing but her delicate lingerie, her confidence as intoxicating as ever. Aaron’s breath caught, and for a moment, all he could do was take her in.

“You’re dangerous,” he said, his voice thick with admiration and desire.

She turned to face him fully, stepping out of the dress and closing the distance between them. Her hands rested on his chest, sliding up to his shoulders. “Only for you, big daddy,” she said, her voice soft yet deliberate.

Aaron wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her flush against him. “You have no idea what you do to me,” he said before capturing her lips in a deep, lingering kiss.

For a moment, the world outside disappeared, leaving only the two of them in the quiet intimacy of their bedroom. “I’m so proud of you Mr. Award Winner.” Cleo says. Her voice dripping with genuine admiration. Everything he did she was always so proud of him. 

Cleo stepped back just enough to give Aaron a teasing smile as she motioned for him to sit on the bed. The way she carried herself, even in her lingerie, radiated power and allure. He followed her silent command, sitting down with an amused look, his eyes never leaving hers. Cleo slid both legs around his waist, settling herself fully on his lap, her hands resting firmly on his shoulders. Her eyes, now soft and searching, locked onto his as she asked, “How much do you love me?”

Aaron's hands instinctively moved to her thighs, his thumbs gently tracing circles against her smooth skin. His lips parted, but for a moment, he seemed lost for words, as if searching for the right way to articulate the depth of his emotions.

“My love,” he began, his voice steady and full of conviction, “I love you so much that there is no measure for it. I would give everything—my name, my life, my soul—just to see you smile.”

Cleo tilted her head slightly, her fingers running down his chest. “Everything, huh?” she teased softly, but there was a vulnerable glimmer in her eyes.

“Everything,” he confirmed, his tone unwavering. His hands slid up her back, pulling her closer. “I love you so much that nothing else matters when you’re near. You are my peace, my fire, my reason for fighting.”

Her breath hitched at his words, and she leaned her forehead against his, her voice a whisper. “You always know exactly what to say.”

He smiled, his eyes never leaving hers. “It’s not just words, love. It’s the truth.”

Cleo pressed her lips to his, soft and slow, pouring everything she felt into that kiss. When she pulled back, her voice was barely audible. “I love you too, Aaron. More than anything.”

“And you know what else?” he asked, his lips brushing against hers as he spoke.

“What?” she whispered.

He smiled, his hands gripping her waist as he brought her even closer. “I’ll prove it to you. Tonight. Tomorrow. Every day after that.”

Cleo's lips curved into a mischievous smile as she looked into Aaron's eyes. “And I like when you’re jealous too,” she said playfully, her fingers toying with the collar of his shirt.

Aaron raised an eyebrow, his expression darkening just enough to make her heart skip. “Oh, you like that, huh?” he murmured, his voice dipping lower, laced with a mix of curiosity and warning.

She nodded, her smirk widening. “Mhm. The way you look at anyone who gets too close to me? The way your jaw tightens and your hands flex like you’re ready to claim me right then and there?” Her voice grew softer, more teasing. “It’s thrilling, love. Makes me feel like I’m yours in a way no one else could ever be.”

He chuckled, though the possessive edge in his tone was unmistakable. “Careful my love. You keep saying things like that, and I might have to remind you just how much mine you really are.”

Cleo leaned in closer, her lips brushing his ear. “Then maybe I’ll test you next time we’re out,” she whispered provocatively, her breath warm against his skin. “See how far I can push you.”

Aaron’s grip on her waist tightened, and his eyes flashed with a fiery intensity. “You don’t want to play that game, love. You know I don’t lose.”

“Good,” she replied, her voice dripping with confidence. “Because I like it when you win.”

-

The next day he promised to take her on a lunch date and a shopping trip since she sat through an award show. It was always something he did when he won. 

True to form they went on a lunch date. While they were waiting one of the valets were trying to flirt with Cleo. 

As Cleo stood next to Aaron, waiting for their table at the upscale restaurant, a young valet approached her, clearly unable to resist her allure. His eyes lingered a little too long, and his confidence surged as he spoke.

“You’re so beautiful,” the valet said with a bright smile, his tone dripping with flirtation. “A woman like you must have someone—unless you’re keeping them a secret.”

Cleo’s lips curved into a polite smile, though her gaze darted briefly toward Aaron. She could already feel his presence shift, the tension radiating from him in waves. Before she could respond, Aaron stepped forward, casually but decisively, slipping an arm around her waist and pulling her closer.

“She does,” Aaron said, his voice calm yet carrying an unmistakable edge. “And he’s standing right here.”

The valet’s confidence faltered instantly, his smile shrinking as his eyes flickered nervously toward Aaron. The power dynamic was palpable—Aaron’s gaze was sharp, almost predatory, as if silently warning the valet to tread carefully.

Cleo placed a soothing hand on Aaron’s chest, her touch grounding him. “Thank you for the compliment,” she said, her voice kind yet firm, “but as my fiancé just said, I’m very much taken.”

The valet stammered, “Oh, I-I didn’t mean any disrespect! I just—uh—well, you both look great together!” He took a hasty step back, clearly eager to escape Aaron’s piercing glare.

As the valet scurried off, Cleo turned to Aaron with an amused smile. “You didn’t have to scare the poor guy.”

Aaron's hand rested possessively on her lower back. “He should’ve known better than to talk to you like that,” he said, his voice still tinged with irritation. Then, his gaze softened as he looked down at her. “No one disrespects my love.”

She laughed softly, leaning into him. “Relax, love You already won.”

He smirked, kissing her temple. “Damn right, I did.”

Cleo was a vision of effortless luxury as she stood by Aaron’s side, her acid-wash shorts hugging her curves perfectly, with strategic rips teasing glimpses of her toned thighs. Her crop top, sleek and minimal, bared just enough skin to accentuate her confident aura. The designer heels on her feet added a touch of height, the brand unmistakable to those who paid attention.

Her freshly done nails glistened, the intricate design complementing the gold rings that adorned her fingers. Her braids framed her face, the neat parts adding a touch of elegance to her otherwise edgy ensemble. From head to toe, she radiated sophistication and power, the kind that came with knowing exactly who she was—and who she belonged to.

Even in such a casual setting, Cleo stood out. Heads turned, not just because of her beauty but because she exuded an energy that demanded attention. As Aaron glanced at her, pride and desire flashed across his features.

“You’re stunning,” he said softly, leaning in close so only she could hear. His hand rested on her waist, grounding her but also staking his claim.

Cleo smirked up at him, catching the fire in his gaze. “I know,” she teased, her tone playful yet dripping with confidence.

The valet returned to park another car, avoiding eye contact this time, and Cleo let out a quiet chuckle, leaning into Aaron. “Guess I’m causing trouble again.”

Aaron’s grip on her waist tightened slightly, his smirk predatory. “Trouble?” he murmured. “You’re a damn hurricane, love. But you’re my hurricane.”

-

Cleo’s lifestyle of quiet luxury meant she was accustomed to the finer things, but it also came with an unintentional disconnect from everyday details. Despite carrying her designer purse and matching wallet everywhere, she had no idea what an actual bill looked like.

Aaron often teased her about it, a mixture of amusement and pride in his voice. "You walk around with a wallet full of cards and cash, love, but you wouldn’t know what to do with any of it."

She’d usually wave him off with a smirk, brushing a hand through her braids. “Why would I need to? That’s your department, big daddy.”

On this particular lunch date, it came up again. As they finished their meal, Aaron signaled for the check. Cleo, ever playful, pulled out her wallet with a mischievous grin.

“Let me do it this time,” she said, holding the sleek wallet out to him.

He raised an eyebrow, leaning back in his chair. “Do you even know which card to use?”

She rolled her eyes. “Of course I do—” She paused, her confidence faltering. “Wait… do I?”

Aaron chuckled, reaching over to gently take the wallet from her hands. “Exactly what I thought.”

Cleo crossed her arms, pouting as she watched him effortlessly handle the payment. “I’m capable, you know.”

“Of course you are,” he said, leaning in to kiss her cheek. “But why would I ever make you worry about that?”

As they stood to leave, Aaron slid his arm around her waist. “You’ve got enough on your plate being the queen of my world. Let me handle the small things.”

Cleo smirked, her earlier pout melting away. “Fine, but I’m keeping my wallet. It’s cute, and it matches my outfit.”

“And that’s all it needs to do,” Aaron replied with a grin, leading her back to their car.

-

As they stopped in front of Louis Vuitton, Cleo’s eyes lit up at the sight of the pristine display in the window—a collection of the latest handbags and shoes that seemed to call her name. She turned to Aaron with a dazzling smile, her earlier annoyance with the purse snatcher completely forgotten.

“Let’s go in,” she said, tugging gently at his hand.

Aaron smirked, already knowing how this was going to play out. “You just had to stop here, didn’t you?”

“It’s Louis Vuitton, baby,” she replied, as if that explained everything. She adjusted her designer purse on her shoulder and strutted toward the entrance, her heels clicking confidently against the pavement.

The moment they walked in, the store staff’s attention zeroed in on them. Cleo’s effortless style and air of quiet luxury made it clear she wasn’t just browsing. Aaron, towering beside her in his casual ‘not to be noticed look’, added an extra layer of intimidation.

“Good afternoon, ma’am, sir,” a sales associate greeted, a practiced smile on her face. “How can I assist you today?”

Cleo wasted no time, pointing toward a stunning, limited-edition handbag on display. “I’d like to see that one, please.”

As the associate retrieved the bag, Aaron crossed his arms, leaning casually against a nearby counter. He watched Cleo with a mix of amusement and admiration as she inspected the bag, her discerning eye catching every detail.

“This is perfect,” she said, holding it up for Aaron to see. “What do you think?”

“I think you already know you’re getting it,” he replied with a smirk.

She grinned, placing the bag on the counter. “I’ll take this one.”

“And what about the shoes to match?” the associate suggested, motioning toward a display nearby.

Cleo’s eyes sparkled. “You’re good,” she said with a laugh, already heading toward the shoes.

Aaron followed behind her, shaking his head. “You know, you’re supposed to be window shopping, not redecorating your closet.”

She turned to him with a playful pout. “But baby, what’s the point of having money if we don’t spend it?”

He chuckled, pulling her close by the waist. “Fair point. Just don’t blame me when your closet runs out of space again.”

“It’s already being expanded,” she replied matter-of-factly, making him laugh again.

By the time they left the store, Cleo had a new handbag and a pair of heels, and Armando carried the bags without complaint. “Happy now?” he teased as they stepped back onto the street.

“Very,” she said, slipping her arm through his. “But you’re my favorite accessory.”

He shook his head with a grin. “You’re lucky I love you.”

“And don’t you forget it,” she quipped, leaning up to kiss his cheek before they continued on their way.

As they walked down the street, Cleo’s gaze was drawn to a display in the window of a boutique. A pair of red-bottomed heels caught her eye, gleaming under the soft lights of the store. Her steps slowed as she admired them, a spark of excitement lighting up her features. She couldn’t resist the allure of the iconic Christian Louboutin soles, the perfect balance of luxury and boldness.

“I think I’ve found something,” Cleo said, her voice tinged with anticipation as she turned to Armando, raising an eyebrow in playful challenge.

Aaron followed her gaze to the shoes, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “You’re a woman who knows what she wants,” he said, stepping closer to her. “But do you need more shoes?”

She met his gaze with a smirk, a playful glint in her eyes. “I always need more shoes,” she said, teasing him just enough to make his heart race. “Especially when they’re this gorgeous.”

Cleo, still lost in the thought of owning those heels, nodded eagerly. “I think I do,” she replied with a smile. “Let’s go take a closer look.”

With Aaron following closely behind her, Cleo entered the boutique, the soft chime of the door welcoming them in. She was already imagining herself in those heels, walking with confidence and grace, knowing that Aaron would probably spoil her with another thoughtful gesture. It was a perfect fit for her lifestyle—elegance, style, and the freedom to indulge in what she desired.

Aaron, though usually a man of restraint, had long learned that the woman he loved had an eye for beauty—and he was always happy to support her in her pursuit of it. 

-

As they arrived home, Cleo headed straight to their shared walk-in closet, her heels clicking against the polished floors. Aaron followed behind her, casually leaning against the doorframe as she began unpacking her bags and putting everything in its rightful place.

She carefully unboxed her new designer pieces, her manicured hands gliding over the fine leather of her Louis Vuitton purse and the glossy red soles of her new Louboutins. Each item was meticulously placed on the shelves, her organizational habits shining through.

“You know,” Aaron began, his voice smooth, “you might need to expand this closet soon. You’re running out of room.”

Cleo turned and gave him a sly smile. “You’re the one who keeps encouraging my shopping habits, A,” she teased, her cloudy gray eyes sparkling with amusement.

He chuckled, stepping closer and resting a hand on her hip. “I don’t mind spoiling you, but seeing how full this closet is getting, maybe we should just turn the guest room into another closet.”

Her laugh was soft and melodic as she turned back to her bags. “You know, I wouldn’t argue with that,” she said playfully.

As she continued putting her things away, Aaron’s eyes lingered on her. He admired the way she moved, the way she carried herself with a mix of confidence and grace. Even in something as mundane as organizing, she had an air of elegance.

When she finished, Cleo stood back, admiring the freshly arranged shelves and racks. She glanced over at him, her smile softening. “Thank you, baby. For today. For everything.”

“You don’t have to thank me,” he said, stepping forward and wrapping his arms around her waist. “I love making you happy, Cleo.”

She leaned into him, her head resting on his chest. “Well, mission accomplished,” she murmured. “But don’t think I’m letting you get away with spoiling me without me returning the favor.”

Aaron smirked, tilting her chin up to meet his gaze. “I’m looking forward to it, love.”

For a moment, they stood there, wrapped in each other’s presence, surrounded by the symbols of their shared life and love.

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[steam-beasts]

Is there any engine/living vehicle that has not been infected?

Cleo, Winston, Elizabeth, Caroline, George, Bulgy, Butch, Flynn, Ace, Marion, Jack + the Pack, Owen and Merrick, Terrence and Madge, Stafford and Freddie, Yong Bao, Kenji, Gina, Ashima, Shane, and Charlie (including the hellspawn, Billy). Frankie, Hurricane, Lexi and Theo, Merlin and Gator, Judy and Jerome, Sam, Rocky.

Oh yeah, and Stepney :)

[dragonologist-phd]

ran more characters through this uquiz!! again, not all of them what are what i expected (Piper and Cleo's are pretty clear, but Lilith's did surprise me), but these descriptions do get me thinking

Piper Chanterelle

Love as a Performance

Your love is a masquerade, a dance, a work of art. You love with a veil across your face, unable to allow anyone to see the real you. Can that be considered love, you wonder? As a performer, you have all your lines prepared, and you know exactly what to say and when to say it. You’re charismatic and bold, seductive and hypnotic. Your love is a snake’s melody, the siren song of the sea. Your love is enchanting. Your love is melodic. Your love is afraid and fearful and longing. You ache to tear the veil off, you ache to cast poetry aside for the sake of something real and gritty. You’re terrified of the very thought. Being loved by you is to be loved by an artist; it is to be a muse. It reflects others beautifully, but never, ever yourself. Not really. Not truly.

Lilith de Marc

Love as a Choice

You choose to love. Love does not come to you easily, but every day you wake up and choose it. It would be so easy, wouldn't it, to grow cold and callous and grim. But you rise to greet the world, making the conscious effort to find something, anything to love. When you fall for someone, you do not kid yourself of their flaws. Instead, you resolve to see them for who they are, mistakes and all and you love them all the same. Your love is work, and it does not come easy. Your love sweats and toils. It is calloused and sunburned; it bears scars and comes with stories. Your love is worn, but it is no less valuable for it. Being loved by you is like being loved by a gardener, a mother, a teacher. Your love may not always be the simplest, but it is worth the effort.

Cleo Ironbark

Love as a Force of Nature

Your love is like whiplash –– it comes in with the rain, it blows the doors wide open. When you fall in love, it is sudden and hard and immense. It is powerful. It is earth-shaking and world-ending. Nature is a force, and that force can be destructive if you're not careful. See how the world is doused in gasoline and set on fire –– your love consumes, your love takes, your love burns. You're hot and cold all at once, a hurricane and a wildfire bound together in skin, and when you're in love, it can feel like it's eating you alive from the inside out. When you love, it is with everything you have because it is everything you have. Be careful, darling, because not everyone survives the storm.

[hackerqueen]

Lost without you

a/n: yes im on my period, and yes im crying rn. JakexMC as always

A life went on. It was not the same.

But it went on.

Who would have believed two years ago that we would be where we are at this moment? In the beautifully decorated church where, less than twenty-four months ago, the funeral of one of our friends was held.

The decorative flowers, however, did not overshadow the beauty of the gorgeous bride, who was just walking down the aisle to join her soul there with the man of her life. The organist was playing a wedding tune on the piano, which was now ringing in my ears. I watched, listened and felt their love as they looked deeply into each other's eyes, put on rings or swore fidelity to each other until the end of their days. If someone were to ask me about a couple that went through so many storms and hurricanes together that didn't wipe them off the planet but only made them stronger I wouldn't have to think long.

Hannah and Thomas.

They were perfect. They had survived a nightmare from which they were nevertheless able to wake up, and the life that lay ahead seemed like a long-desired dream.

The wedding was also wonderful. But as I stood in the middle of the crowd, boisterously chanting the names of the new newlyweds a wave of loneliness and alienation hit me like hail on the first days of spring.

Life flashed on, even though it only took one look at each of them for me to know the loss they had experienced. Dan and Cleo stood under the bar and sipped whiskey, drinking up the fact that Richy was not here with them. Jessy sat distant, and although a small smile wandered on her lips, her eyes remained blank.

Similar to mine.

Where had he gone? What had happened to him? Was he still in hiding, or was he now being brutally interrogated by the FBI? He had to be alive. I didn't believe anything else.

Why did he leave me with only the memory of oceanic eyes and the bitter aftertaste of the last three words he wrote to me? I didn't know what feelings accompanied me. Anger, grief, sadness?

All that was certain was that I damn missed him.

What if I never forget him?

What if, all my life when I meet someone new I can never fall for them because they aren't him?

And just like that I started to cry.

I thought we'd have more time. If I had known how our story would turn out I would never have allowed it to end this way. Was it even possible to call it a story? What were we?

A failed potential. A faded picture. A memory.

We were memories that blurred each new morning when I had to wake up and get on with my life.

And even though my heart screamed that this chapter was not yet over, I knew deeply the painful truth. Sensitivity and longing believed that Jake would one day return. Perhaps he will write and explain that this was the only way he could keep us safe. Perhaps he will stand on my doorstep one day and beg for forgiveness. And perhaps he will sit in the last pew at my wedding, when I will finally give my heart to someone else, and I will never know of his presence.

But one thing hasn't changed and never will. I felt a warmth in my heart that told me that the hacker who turned my whole world upside down was alive. In the same city or on the other side of the globe. It didn't matter as long as he was safe.

Despite my gaze blurred by tears, I smiled. We were under the same sky at least.

My gaze then fell on Thomas. The man I had comforted as much as I could two years ago and convinced him to fight on. That his beloved one was alive and together we would find her.

But when he regained the love of his life, I lost mine.

[tomorrowusa]

Far right Gov. Ron DeSantis, a bigtime loser in the race for the GOP presidential nomination, is trying to make climate denial official policy in Florida.

Climate change will be a lesser priority in Florida and largely disappear from state statutes under legislation signed on Wednesday by the state’s governor, Ron DeSantis, in a move which experts say ignores the reality of Florida’s climate threats. The legislation, which comes after Florida had its hottest year on record since 1895, also bans power-generating wind turbines offshore or near the state’s lengthy coastline. Florida is facing rising seas, extreme heat, flooding and increasingly severe storms. The legislation takes effect on 1 July and also boosts expansion of natural gas, reduces regulations on gas pipelines in the state, and increases protections against bans on gas appliances such as stoves, according to a news release from the governor’s office. “This purposeful act of cognitive dissonance is proof that the governor and state legislature are not acting in the best interests of Floridians, but rather to protect profits for the fossil fuel industry,” said Yoca Arditi-Rocha, executive director of the non-profit Cleo Institute, which advocates for climate change education and engagement.

Republicans are in thrall to fossil fuel companies which are intent on destroying the planet. Recently Donald Trump solicited $1 billion from Big Oil in campaign contributions in return for him eliminating climate friendly policies and ignoring pro-environment laws.

Trump promised to scrap climate laws if US oil bosses donated $1bn – report

Florida is arguably the most climate sensitive US state. DeSantis seems eager to make it even more vulnerable.

Florida is already about 74% reliant on natural gas to power electric generation, according to the US Energy Information Administration. Opponents of the bill DeSantis signed say it removes the word “climate’ in nine different places and moves the state’s energy goals away from efficiency and the reduction of greenhouse gases blamed for a warming planet. Greg Knecht, director of the Nature Conservancy in Florida, told the Washington Post the new measure was “very much out of line with public opinion”, with polls showing that a majority of Floridians believe in climate change and want action. Knecht said: “We’re seeing flooding and we’re seeing property damage and we’re seeing hurricanes … [and] we’re turning around and saying, ‘Yeah, but climate change isn’t really real, and we don’t need to do anything about it.’”

Apparently DeSantis likes having President Biden bail out his state every time there's a new climate disaster like record-braking Hurricane Ian.

The only way to keep fossil-fuel Republicans out of office is to Vote Democratic.

Adding "don't say climate" to Florida's "don't say gay" policies hurts not just Florida but all of Earth.

EDIT: Just heard this item on NPR. The upcoming summer will be hotter than usual in most of the US. And warmer oceans mean a greater chance of hurricanes.

Another hotter-than-normal summer lies ahead for the U.S., forecasters say

If a major hurricane hits Florida this year we should call it Hurricane DeSantis.

[jessajaguar]

Is it a Bird of Paradise? Is it a Jade Split? No, it's JESSA JAGUAR 🤣

LOVE all the pictures and videos captured by @AustinZeli and I can't wait to share more! I had an incredible time performing with the @YborCitySirens in the Horrorlesque: Kick Off to Halloween show 👻

THANK YOU SO MUCH TO EVERYONE WHO CAME OUT!!! YOUR SUPPORT MEANS EVERYTHING!!! I TRULY MEAN IT!!! THAT'S WHY IT'S IN ALL CAPS!!! I PROMISE I'M NOT YELLING!!! I'M JUST NOT GREAT WITH PUTTING EMOTIONS INTO WORDS SO I'M TRYING TO APPROPRIATELY CONVEY HOW MUCH I LOVE YOU ALL!!! *HUGS*

[vampriestpoison]

How do we feel about the flex and point of the foot girlies? My pole dance instructor said it accentuates the leg twerk but I'm not sure I like a flexed foot when dancing

[iamrizaka]

In Greek mythology, the gods punished not only guilty mortals, but also their families... Naomi Solace was unlucky enough to get into a gang shootout in Puerto Rico. Darren Knowles was returning late from training with and did not notice the truck. Latitia Lake was almost home when a strong hurricane blew up and one of the lightning struck her.

It's good that Apollo knows how to find an elegant way out of such situations...

One day, Hecate's 11-year-old daughter Lottie Cleo, the one whose eye was blackened by Apollo, quietly calls Will with her to her master's possession. Will goes with her boldly and confidently, he knows her, she will never do anything dangerous unless there is a serious reason.

She takes him to the kennels and.. there are no dogs there, only three wolves, - two females and one male.

One of the females, very beautiful, large and graceful with silky golden hair, breaks away from a silver bowl of meat and raises her long muzzle at him... And her eyes are a beautiful sky-blue shade and they literally light up with joy at the sight of him.

Her bright silver collar is exquisitely engraved with "Naomi"...

Lottie Cleo opens the bars and the son, turned into a slave and deprived of his voice, reunites with his mother in wolf form.

He hugs her and buries his face in her fur. The tears spill themselves and dampen the beautiful golden coat. It was almost the same shade as his hair, before the gods cut off his and his siblings' tongue and forced them to wear nothing but bland tunics.

The wolf wails at the boy, pushing her face into his shoulder. The two others wolves stare at them in sympathy, not ready interrupt the moment.

Lottie leans on the bars and watches. She almost feels envious, observing the reunion between her master's son and the mother.

Almost. She still has hope that her father quietly awaits at home, unaware of the gods' deeds.

[hermajestycleocatra]

Cleo had an adventure for a few days as we evacuated to my sister’s due to the hurricane. She was not pleased but here are a few pictures of her suffering.

Upon arrival, we barricaded ourselves in my niece’s room. This is partly because my sister is highly allergic to Cleo and partly because there were also three dogs downstairs. Cleo spent nearly an hour just sitting here under this desk.

I was watching live news coverage of Milton the whole time. Mostly she slept on the pillow next to me but when she was awake, she was very interested.

She survived and is back to her usual snoozing on my desk or in my reading chair. And of course yelling for food.

[yassbishimvintage]

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Borrowed Shirt - Aaron Pierre

Just The Way You Are - Aaron Pierre

Uncharted Waters - Kelvin Harrison Jr.

Dust your shoulders - (Waves) Kelvin Harrison Jr.

So this (Not) Love - (Rebel Ridge) Aaron Pierre

You Won't - Kelvin Harrison Jr.

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— character info sheet.

(repost, don’t reblog)

name: richard murtogg. name meaning: ( richard ) old french name meaning "powerful leader". ( murtogg ) irish surname meaning "mariner" and "navigator". alias/es: rich. richie. mur. eagle eyes. ethnicity: english and irish.

one picture you like best of your chara:

three h/cs you never told anyone:

he can actually swim, but he's not too great at it.

he can cook and bake pretty good but doesn't do much of it.

he actually did see the black pearl aboard the HMS dauntless on the way to port royal.

three things your character likes doing in their free time: 

painting / drawing; he loves to paint and draw. he's very good at both.

playing the flute and fife. not all the time however.

making wooden models of ships, animals, and things like that.

eight people your character likes / loves:

james norrington. ( @ashortdropandasuddenstop ).

elizabeth swann ( @itismissswann ).

peri brown ( @lightcreators ).

cleo ( @crainiisms ).

carina ( @starsmapped ).

iggy ( @oddlies ).

mullroy ( friendship only ).

everyone else he's ever talked to. because he likes everyone. <3

two things your character regrets:

not saving elizabeth swann when she fell into the water.

anything that involved mullroy talking him into something stupid.

two phobia fears your character has:

lilapsophobia ( fear of hurricanes ). this came about when he was aboard the HMS dauntless and it rode into a category 3 hurricane.

not being good enough.

tagged by: stolen from the dash. (:

tagging: anyone who wants to.

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thinking about how in 1x18 'bad moon rising' rikki's powers go haywire and nearly set all of mako island on fire, how if the same thing happened to emma she would probably have an elsa frozen moment and conjure up a snowstorm. if lunar madness struck cleo in the same way she would probably create a tsunami or a hurricane based on her powers, or maybe every nearby water source would jump up at her not unlike the water tentacle

what would happen if charlotte's three powers were to go awry like that? would she face a forest fire, a snowstorm, and a hurricane all at once? what about bella? would everything around her turn to jelly in a more pronounced version of her allergy fiasco? would everything solidify like glass or just explode? much to think about

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This may seem like a very controversial take, especially for fans who really love Kiara and think she’s the greatest character in the whole show…but to me, is it weird to say she’s just sort of…ehhhhh? Like on most of the time to me?

She’s clearly very passionate of humanitarian issues and equity and addressing disparities within the Outer Banks, but she also doesn’t really seem to do anything about it but complain?

Yes, we as an audience know that she’s a “Pogue” because she’s part of the crew, but there ways of how she behaves that showcases her Kook background. She is beyond recklessly impulsive at times, nor does she do anything that could actually bring benefits to the Cut and the Pogues.

Yes, she is still a teenager, but as a teenager on the Figure 8, she’s much more likely to petition to help the Pogues and those who live on the Cut to decrease the amount of disparities the Pogues face.

She could have raised money for generators, organized petitions from nonprofits and government programs to get her friends some REAL help. Hell, I don’t doubt she could have even organized community wide cleanups if she’s so damn concerned about the environment! But she doesn’t! She just complains and rants of how things should be, rather actually taking the first step.

Again, yes she’s a teenager and very young. But if the writers expect us to see her as this force of nature who’s gung-ho about humanitarianism and environmental causes, why not actually give her scenes where she can showcase this and hopefully use her privileged background for good instead of demonizing her parents?

She doesn’t realize how truly and completely lucky she is to have parents who love and care about her so much. The show wants to villainize them when there are times where Kiara WAS in the wrong.

Yes, her parents aren’t nice to her friends, but it’s not a completely unfair assessment considering what the first scene of the show shows us what they do in their free time.

Anyway, this is a weird thing to rant about because I really love the show, and I was actually watching Bridgerton and making comparisons to Penelope and Eloise, and this popped into my mind for some reason lol.

Anyway, sorry if my long ass rant inconvenienced you. I love Kiara but I have some ticks with her.

LONG ASS COMMENTS/RANTS ARE NEVER AN INCONVENIENCE! hahahahaha.

I totally agree. I think Kiara is really lacking, and I think they could have really done a lot more with her character. Aside from the Pogues collecting trash while looking for the gun in the sewer, Kiara hasn't been shown actually doing anything she says she's super passionate about. And even that wasn't her idea, Pope brought the trash bags.

But Sarah and Topper and the other Kooks did the beach clean up after the hurricane, (while drinking, but hey, the beach was clean) and I find it really interesting that Kiara wasn't there. I know she doesn't like them, but still...it's part of the clean up.

It would be nice to see her actually doing something for her, rather than just going along with the boys. We see Pope trying to get back into the groove of school in season three, we see JJ trying to get a job/figure out his living situation, and we always see what John B's doing, but Kiara isn't doing anything. Aside from fighting with her parents. All the time.

Which is realistic to a point, I fought with my parents all the time when I was her age too, but I also had a job and hobbies and organizations/movements I was passionate about that I volunteered for too. So I think they did a disservice to Kiara by not giving her anything to do except follow the boys around.

Does OBX pass the Bechdel test? I'm not so sure. I know Sarah/Wheezie have had one or two conversations that may pass? But I don't think Sarah/Kiara/Cleo have.