#crabtree falls

[essentiallydanielle]

MONTEBELLO // VA

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Crabtree Falls, Grassy Creek, North Carolina, USA

MJ Tangonan

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Crabtree Falls by Krystina Prassos

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my sincere condolences to anyone who has had the misfortune of your hometown/workplace/local street mentioned in an episode of the magnus archives

[yusuke-of-valla]

WE LIVE IN A HELL WORLD

Snippets from the article by Karissa Bell:

SAG-AFTRA, the union representing thousands of performers, has struck a deal with an AI voice acting platform aimed at making it easier for actors to license their voice for use in video games. ...

the agreements cover the creation of so-called “digital voice replicas” and how they can be used by game studios and other companies. The deal has provisions for minimum rates, safe storage and transparency requirements, as well as “limitations on the amount of time that a performance replica can be employed without further payment and consent.”

Notably, the agreement does not cover whether actors’ replicas can be used to train large language models (LLMs), though Replica Studios CEO Shreyas Nivas said the company was interested in pursuing such an arrangement. “We have been talking to so many of the large AAA studios about this use case,” Nivas said. He added that LLMs are “out-of-scope of this agreement” but “they will hopefully [be] things that we will continue to work on and partner on.”

...Even so, some well-known voice actors were immediately skeptical of the news, as the BBC reports. In a press release, SAG-AFTRA said the agreement had been approved by "affected members of the union’s voiceover performer community." But on X, voice actors said they had not been given advance notice. "How has this agreement passed without notice or vote," wrote Veronica Taylor, who voiced Ash in Pokémon. "Encouraging/allowing AI replacement is a slippery slope downward." Roger Clark, who voiced Arthur Morgan in Red Dead Redemption 2, also suggested he was not notified about the deal. "If I can pay for permission to have an AI rendering of an ‘A-list’ voice actor’s performance for a fraction of their rate I have next to no incentive to employ 90% of the lesser known ‘working’ actors that make up the majority of the industry," Clark wrote.

SAG-AFTRA’s deal with Replica only covers a sliver of the game industry. Separately, the union is also negotiating with several of the major game studios after authorizing a strike last fall. “I certainly hope that the video game companies will take this as an inspiration to help us move forward in that negotiation,” Crabtree said.

And here are some various reactions I've found about things people in/adjacent to this can do

And in OTHER AI games news, Valve is updating it's TOS to allow AI generated content on steam so long as devs promise they have the rights to use it, which you can read more about on Aftermath in this article by Luke Plunkett

[graphicpolicy]

Mini Reviews: Petrol Head, Sinister Sons, one of the best debuts of the year, and more!

Mini Reviews: Petrol Head, Sinister Sons, one of the best debuts of the year, and more! 4 reviews this week! #comics #comicbooks

Sometimes, the staff at Graphic Policy read more comics than we’re able to get reviewed. When that happens you’ll see a weekly feature compiling reviews of the comics, or graphic novels, we just didn’t get a chance to write a full one for. These are Graphic Policy’s Mini Reviews and Recommendations. Logan If You Find This, I’m Already Dead #1 (Dark Horse) – Despite its wordy title, If You Find…

[hernakedmuse]

Horror!Bimbo is obviously very excited for Halloween, it's like she's on laughing gas. She has far too many costume ideas for her and Eddie but for now it's decorating time.

Naturally she's earlier than everyone else, it's the first week of school and they're in the cafeteria and she's obviously in her boyfriend's lap.

He's going over DM plans as she starts to caress his stomach beneath his shirt, successfully distracting him with her manicured nails in Revlon's Enchanting. She's smelling like Crabtree & Evelyn's Rosewater perfume and strawberry shampoo, Eddie's in absolute Valinor as his eyes fall to her cleavage in a borrowed button down shirt of his he wore once for a funeral, that was oversized and worn like a dress on his little baby.

"Can we go to Leewards after school?" She bat her big eyes at him "For Halloween decorations for the trailer." she spoke in that soft, baby voice she would use on him.

He swallowed visibly, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat and his girlfriend just wanted to take a bite.

She bat her lashes and giggled adorably, she squished her tits together and Eddie smiled like a total dope at the hint of the lacey, periwinkle push up bra he bought her last week. He wanted a taste so badly, but he didn't want to land in detention.

"After DnD, of course! Oh and maybe we can stop at Bradley's Big Buy for Alpine's Apple Cider packets?" she sweetly tucked a lock of his hair behind his ear with the finger that wore his ring he gave her after the Metallica concert this past summer. He smiled with warmth at it, knowing it symbolised that she is his girl and only his girl, and that no one could take her away from him.

When she looked into his eyes all lovey like that, he'd even let her stab him and say thank you. He knows once they get to the store, she's gonna be asking for a lot more with those eyes, and when she wants something but is afraid to ask she makes a song about what she wants and it is so fucking sweet you could get a cavity.

"Yeah bubba, anything for you." He said softly with a smirk.

She squealed and cupped his face and began to kiss his lips red and his neck purple, gaining groans from the table.

[rudyking]

Broken Bones:

JJ's son, Devon gets a broken arm from a little trick him and JJ were trying to pull, making JJ feel very guilty.

��Ready for Operation Seagull Swoop, Captain?” JJ asked, lowering his voice to a conspiratorial whisper.

Devon, puffing out his chest, nodded with serious determination. “Aye aye, Cap’n Maybank!”

Their target? Mrs. Crabtree’s prize-winning wind chimes, hanging precariously from her porch overlooking the marsh. The plan was simple, audacious, and perfectly JJ-esque: a fishing line, a strategically thrown pinecone, and a swift tug to send the chimes into a melodious, albeit unexpected, clamor. It was all in good fun, JJ reasoned, a little Outer Banks humor to brighten a Tuesday afternoon.

JJ, ever the showman, demonstrated the pinecone throw, complete with dramatic sound effects. Devon, eyes wide with admiration, tried to mimic his father, the pinecone falling pathetically short. JJ ruffled his son’s hair. “Almost there, little man. It’s all about the wrist flick, see?”

They practiced for a good ten minutes, the laughter echoing across the quiet street. Finally, Devon managed a decent throw, the pinecone sailing closer to the chimes. Emboldened, JJ decided to elevate the stakes. “Okay, Captain, let’s try it for real. You do the throw, I’ll handle the line.”

They crept closer to Mrs. Crabtree’s porch, JJ spooling out the fishing line, attaching it discreetly to a low hanging branch. Devon, brimming with excitement, took aim, the pinecone clutched tightly in his small hand. He wound up, mimicking JJ’s wrist flick, and let it fly.

This time, the pinecone wasn't just close – it was dead on. It struck the wind chimes with a satisfying ‘clunk,’ sending them swaying. Success! They were doing it!

But then, disaster struck. Devon, caught up in the moment and the momentum of his throw, lost his footing on the uneven ground. He tumbled sideways, his arm taking the brunt of the fall. A sharp crack pierced the air, cutting through their triumphant laughter.

Devon's face crumpled, not in anger, but in pain. Tears welled in his blue eyes as he clutched his left arm to his chest. JJ’s grin vanished, replaced by a stark white fear. He dropped the fishing line, instantly kneeling beside Devon.

“Devon! Hey, hey, buddy, what happened? Where does it hurt?” JJ’s voice was a frantic whisper, the usual smart-alecky edge completely gone, replaced by raw panic.

Devon just whimpered, pointing to his forearm, tears now streaming down his cheeks. JJ gently examined the arm, his heart sinking with each passing second. It was already starting to swell, the angle looking…wrong.

Guilt, sharp and agonizing, slammed into JJ. This was his fault. His stupid prank. His need to be the fun dad, the cool dad. He��d gotten carried away, and now his son was hurt.

“It’s okay, buddy, it’s okay,” JJ murmured, scooping Devon up into his arms. “We’re going to get you fixed up. Daddy’s got you.” His voice trembled, betraying the bravado he was trying to project.

The emergency room was a blur of sterile smells and hushed voices. The diagnosis was exactly what JJ had feared: a fractured radius. A bright pink cast was applied, stretching from Devon’s fingertips to his elbow. As the doctor explained the aftercare instructions, JJ barely registered the words, his gaze fixed on Devon’s pale face, the occasional sniffle punctuating the silence.

Back at the Chateau, JJ transformed. The rebellious Pogue, the carefree charmer, morphed into a hyper-vigilant, overly doting parent. Devon was his patient, his responsibility, his penance. Every beckoning call, every whimper, was met with instant, almost frantic, attention.

“Devon, honey, you want another juice box? Orange? Apple? Grape? I have all of them. And are you comfortable? Do you need another pillow? Maybe a blanket? Are you cold? Too hot? Just tell Daddy, okay? Anything you need, Devon, anything at all.”

Devon, initially enjoying the royal treatment, started to look slightly overwhelmed. He was usually a pretty independent kid, used to JJ's more hands-off, albeit loving, parenting style. This new, suffocating level of attention was… a lot.

John B and Pope arrived later that afternoon, ready for their usual afternoon hang. They stopped short at the sight that greeted them. JJ, perched on the edge of the couch, was meticulously cutting Devon’s sandwich into tiny, bite-sized pieces, his brow furrowed in concentration. Devon was on the couch, surrounded by a fortress of pillows, a half-eaten sandwich abandoned on the coffee table, looking vaguely like he wanted to escape.

“Uh… hey, JJ,” John B ventured cautiously, exchanging a bewildered glance with Pope. “Everything alright?”

JJ jumped, startled, almost dropping the plate of meticulously diced ham and cheese. “Everything’s… peachy,” he said, his voice a strained octave higher than usual. “Just, you know, making sure Devon is comfortable. He’s been through a lot.”

Pope raised an eyebrow. “He broke his arm, JJ, not lost a limb.”

“Pope!” John B hissed, nudging him.

JJ bristled, his usual bad temper flickering to the surface despite his guilt-ridden state. “Easy for you to say, Pope. You’re not the one who… who…” He trailed off, the guilt washing over him again, silencing his snark.

“Who what, JJ?” John B pressed gently, sensing something was off.

JJ sighed, running a hand through his already disheveled hair. “It was my fault, okay? The whole thing. We were trying to… well, it doesn’t matter. The point is, I messed up, and now Devon’s hurt. And it’s my job to make it better.”

He then launched into a rapid-fire explanation of Operation Seagull Swoop, ending with a self-deprecating groan. John B and Pope listened, a mixture of amusement and sympathy on their faces.

“JJ, dude, accidents happen,” John B said, clapping him on the shoulder. “You didn’t exactly push him off a cliff. It was a silly prank gone wrong.”

“Yeah, and you took him to the ER right away,” Pope added. “He’s got a cast, he’s getting better. You’re doing everything right.”

“But it’s my fault,” JJ repeated, his voice thick with self-blame. “He wouldn’t have gotten hurt if I hadn’t… if I hadn’t been trying to be cool dad prankster.”

“JJ, you are a cool dad prankster,” John B said with a grin. “That’s kinda your brand. And Devon loves it. He was probably stoked about the seagull swoop.”

Devon, who had been watching the exchange with wide eyes, piped up. “It was awesome, Dad! Until… you know.” He gestured vaguely at his cast.

“See?” John B said, pointing at Devon. “Even he thinks it was awesome. Look, you feel guilty, we get it. But you’re going overboard, man. You’re gonna smother the kid.”

“Smother him?” JJ scoffed, but a flicker of doubt crossed his face.

“Yeah, smother him,” Pope said, nodding seriously. “He needs to heal, sure. But he also needs to be a kid. He needs to breathe. And he probably needs you to stop cutting his sandwiches into toddler-sized pieces.”

JJ looked at the plate in his hand, then at Devon, then back at his friends. A slow blush crept up his neck. He knew they were right, of course. He was being ridiculous. But the guilt was a heavy weight, pressing down on him.

“Alright, alright,” he conceded, putting the plate down on the coffee table. “Fine. Maybe I’m being a little… much.”

“A little?” Pope chuckled. “You’re operating at level eleven clingy, JJ. Dial it back to a solid five, maybe six.”

“Hey!” JJ protested, but the edge was gone from his voice.

John B grinned, grabbing a pillow from the couch and tossing it at JJ. “Come on, man, let’s lighten the mood. Movie marathon? We can order pizza. Devon, what do you say? Superhero marathon? Or maybe… ‘Jaws’? Plenty of broken limbs in that one,” he added, wiggling his eyebrows at JJ.

“John B!” Pope groaned, while Devon giggled, the sound light and carefree, chasing away some of the tension in the room.

JJ actually smiled, a real smile, the dimples reappearing. He scooped up Devon, careful of his cast, and gave him a gentle squeeze. “Superhero marathon sounds good, Captain. But no more Operation Seagull Swoops for a while, okay?”

Devon grinned back, his blue eyes sparkling with mischief. “Deal, Dad. But maybe… Operation Pigeon Pounce next time?”

JJ laughed, shaking his head, the familiar playful exasperation returning. “We’ll see, kid. We’ll see.” He knew the guilt wouldn’t vanish overnight, but looking at Devon, seeing the spark back in his eyes, he knew his friends were right. He needed to dial it back, to trust himself, and trust Devon.

He was JJ Maybank, after all. He could be a responsible, caring dad, without turning into a helicopter parent overnight. And maybe, just maybe, they could even find a new, slightly less limb-threatening prank to plan. Later. Much later. For now, it was superhero movies and pizza. And that, JJ realized, was perfectly perfect.

[yunamedkostobot]

Jacegan Week 2024: Day Six. Historical

1910-1920s silent cinema AU

 TW: period-typical racism and homophobia, “Birth of the nation’s” cinema success,  implied radium poisoning, mentioned Red Scare

In this au, Jace and his brothers(and a little sister Visenya) actually grew up in the whole-acting family. Their mother, whose family got poor after losing all of their money during the Long depression, started her vaudeville acting career and became the family's breadwinner from the tender age of eight and rose up to the second highest paying actress(after Lotta Crabtree). Their father is a famous musician coming from a wealthy family, their paternal grandmother is a former actress by herself and their aunt is the costume maker for the theaters. They are not really in touch with their maternal side of the family, since they did not approve of their mother's acting career.

Meanwhile, Cregan comes from the farmer’s family of Norwegian second-geheration immigrabts. His family went bankrupt in the panic of 1907, so he and his sister were left with almost no money. Cregan was forced to turn to seasonal worker, while Sara started to work at the clock fabric.

Cregan met Arra Norrey at the mill at Lawrence. They married and later had a baby Rickon together. However, since Arra was forced to work even when she was ill and pregnant, she died of influenza not so long after Rickon’s birth. It happened not so long before the Lawrence strike of 1912, where Cregan actually took a huge part: from helping to evacuate the kids to standing up against the strikebreakers.

Cregan and Arra actually loved to go to cinema to watch movies(and Arra especially loved Max Linder’s and Roscoe Arbuckle’s comedies), but after the strike is won, Cregan feels some type of rage against the cinema that it does not depict the life in its full nightmare and even the social films mostly concentrate on such things as imprisonment and abortion(he understands it’s significant though) and the films about the labor focus more on the redemptions of masters which is not the part of workers ordinary lives. He decides that no matter what, he will wear his IWW red card proudly.

He is lucky though and after the long season of season work he, with Sara’s help he gets a clerk job at one of the “ Radium Luminous Material Corporation” offices in New York. In his spare time, he writes scenarios for different studios and walks a lot with Rickon.

Meanwhile, Jacaerys is living his best life: he lives with his mother, father, four brothers, cousins and little sister, they all star in the feature films at their director-grandfather’s studio with his family, and now is set to marry his cousin Baela, who is an actress too(since it is a pre-Code times, she legally still can play any role). Her sister Rhaena, meanwhile, helps her mom as costumer.

Meanwhile, Corlys gets the news about his rivals in a Biograph(corporate spies, you know) that D.W.Griffith has left them, founded his own company and now is adapting “The Clansman” by Dixon. No need to say both he and Rhaenys are infuriated by it. They decide to start to make a counter-move and make another period drama movie to beat it(they’ll fall in beating in the box-office, but a good movie will be made).

Sadly, they did not find a good scenario for a long time. Come the winter of 1914, and only there they found the scenario written by Cregan: which tells the early life of Samuel Gridley Howe, the famous abolitionist, friend of John Brown and the founder of the Perkins’s Institute for the disabled. More precisely, it tells about his participation in the Greek Revolution and arrest in Poland.

They buy the scenario from Cregan, and Corlys, seeing that this young man has the potential of a good scenarist, gives him a two-year contract. Cregan agrees and starts to refine the scenario alongside Rhaenys. 

Both young men meet each other at the stairs, when Jace and Baela accidentally stumble on Cregan, who is going out of Rhaenys’s room with a lot of paper in his arms, cause Rhaenys has a tendency to write every scene in detail.

They cross their ways simultaneously. They see each other on the set, when Cregan sometimes approaches cameraman Elmo Tully while Jace and his screen partner are waiting for them — the partner is an actor who played young Greek Howe meets in his travels. Daemon, who is playing the older lead, does not even attempt to hide total disinterest.

They cross their path at the costume shop, when Jace sees his cousin Rhaena disciss costumes with Cregan, and his voice with norwegian accent strikes something in him does not understands.

They cross the way during the lunch break, when Jace with his stuntman and younger brother Luke are discussing something funny, and Cregan suddenly thinks how it may look like on the screen and attempts not to listen to them, but to read on their lips, but it fails miserably, since he stares on someone else’s faith without even noticing. 

Their first conversation happens when Cregan sees Jace dragging ten books about Howe Rhaenys asked about and another five illustrated books about clothes of this time for Rhaena. They talk a lot about their favorite books and Cregan mentioned he would love to read «Martin Iden» by Jack London, but he does not have a strength to go to the library after the whole work day and spending time with his son. Jace is surprised by learning that their new scenarist has the son and urges him to bring the boy to the work.

Next day Cregan finds the book he asked nearby the set.

Baby Rickon absolutely loves the studio, especially playing hide-and-seek with kid Aegon, Viserys and Visenya. Sometimes, Luke and Rhaena playfully join them. Even lesser times, Laena coo over new boy and secretly give them a lot of sweets to both Cregan and Rhaenyra’s chargrin.

During the filming and writing there are not so many incindents that may cause anybody harm. However, one day the decoration falls on the set, when Luke is making the stunts, and it takes both Jace's and Cregan's fast reactions to drag him from the dangerous zone. After this, they merely look at each other and start to laugh — to everybody's confusement.

At this moment, they are just happy men, and oh gods, they are sure that the film they are making will be great.

(It would not be great, but good nontheless. Like many films they will do after it, but this time will be remmebered as the happiest one).

(Neither Jace, nor Cregan doesn't know know, where we'll ther relationship go, and how many moments, both good and bad, they will share together. There would be a twelve movies(most of them a hystoricals, one based on personal tragedy and one of them a mix of socialist propaganda and action), temporarily break-up, not really happy marriages to women(similiar to their partners, but not actually them), arrests during the Red Scare, Luke's injury and his marriage to Rhaena, adaptation of «Martin Iden» they made together, Cregan's sister being Radium Girl, scandal based on rumours overblown by Hedda Hopper, serving as historical consultants, the world travel, La Olimpiada Popular and death — one at Madrid, and another at Jarama. So many things).

But now, at this moment, they are happy.

[feministsouthpark]

South Park Filler Guide - Season 2

Link for Part 1

I find the existence of filler guides quite amusing, since for some shows it makes sense (like Naruto), but for others (like Pokemon) it absolutely doesn't and they still exist. So here is an attempt to do an absolutely unnecessary one just for fun. 😅

The classifications are CANON (an episode with major storylines present), LORE (in which we get significant backstory or world building, but could be skippable)  and FILLER (completely skippable episodic storytelling, not connected to overarching story arcs)

PLS my analysis will have spoilers, if you're a first time viewer, just scroll to the bottom and read the list and only read full text if you are familiar with the content of the show already!

S2E1 Terrance and Phillip in Not Without My Anus is FILLER

This is the definition of filler, and not even a good filler, but the one that drags. The whole episode is a waste of time, and a horrible season opener if you ask me. I don't even care if Saddam Hussein dies in this one, skip it anyway, all you need to know for his next appearance is that he is already dead, which will be obvious and TBH since the movie gives a different story about his death, this one might as well take place in an alternate continuity. S2E2 Cartman's Mom is Still a Dirty Slut is CANON

We're back with the conclusion of the season 1 mystery. For now. S2E3 Ike's Wee Wee is CANON

Kyle learns the secret of his brother and he also gets a great deal of character development that makes this episode a must-watch. S2E4 Chickenlover is FILLER

A great character episode for Officer Barbrady, nontheless a filler half hour of the show. S2E5 Conjoined Fetus Lady is FILLER

One might enjoy this one for Pip. Or for Nurse Gollum. But not for its long-lasting consequences, that one is for sure. S2E6 The Mexican Staring Frog of Southern Sri Lanka is LORE

This one is debatable, and the one that I would think most people would actually debate on, since most of it is a one off story, however there is a single scene at the end with Satan and Saddam, which acts as foreshadowing for the movie, so that one scene provides context, however the movie is enjoyable without this little introduction. S2E7 City on the Edge of Forever (Flashbacks) is FILLER

Again, you can't make more specific filler content than a whole episode that is just a dream. Stan dreams that Eric dreams that Ms. Crabtree falls in love. S2E8 Summer Sucks is FILLER

I was thinking about the Mr. Twig storyline. It does build up Herbert's identity as a gay man. However looking at it, this doesn't seem like manga original content, rather, this hits every usual beat of an anime-exclusive filler arc. Edit: I know South Park is not based on a manga, it's an elaborate joke. S2E9 Chef's Chocolate Salty Balls is FILLER

Anything that gets brought up later from this episode is counted as filler content, so in the long run it doesn't matter. S2E10 Chickenpox is FILLER

Stuart and Gerald get some backstory, but otherwise the whole story is a one-off. S2E11 Roger Ebert Should Lay off the Fatty Foods is FILLER

I believe this one was expected. Nothing in this episode matters by the next. S2E12 Clubhouses is FILLER

Randy and Sharon divorce. They get back together by the end. Bebe likes Kyle. She doesn't by the end of the episode. Typical filler stuff. S2E13 Cow Days is FILLER

The Terrance and Phillip dolls never appear again. Neither does Eric believing himself to be a Vietnamese prostitute called Ming Lee have any consequences. S2E14 Chef Aid is FILLER

Herbert Garrison's filler arc with Mr. Twig comes to an end. Chef sleeps with a lot of women. End of episode. S2E15 Spookyfish is FILLER

I love this episode, but Sharon being crazy and all the paralell universe stuff are solely for this one. S2E16 Merry Christmas Charlie Manson! is FILLER

Eric now has a bunch of family members, none of which we ever see again. S2E17 Gnomes is CANON

It may come as a surprise after such a long string of fillers, but since the gnomes return and Tweek becomes a major player later, it only makes sense for this episode to be seen as fairly plot-heavy. S2E18 Prehistoric Ice Man is FILLER

Stan and Kyle get into a fight and then make up. The iceman never returns.

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Again, CANON means you should watch it, FILLER means you can skip it, LORE is somewhere in-between, any episode with the LORE label will have an explanation that helps you decide if you should include it or not.

S2E1 Terrance and Phillip in Not Without My Anus is FILLER S2E2 Cartman's Mom is Still a Dirty Slut is CANON S2E3 Ike's Wee Wee is CANON S2E4 Chickenlover is FILLER S2E5 Conjoined Fetus Lady is FILLER S2E6 The Mexican Staring Frog of Southern Sri Lanka is LORE* S2E7 City on the Edge of Forever (Flashbacks) is FILLER S2E8 Summer Sucks is FILLER S2E9 Chef's Chocolate Salty Balls is FILLER S2E10 Chickenpox is FILLER S2E11 Roger Ebert Should Lay off the Fatty Foods is FILLER S2E12 Clubhouses is FILLER S2E13 Cow Days is FILLER S2E14 Chef Aid is FILLER S2E15 Spookyfish is FILLER S2E16 Merry Christmas Charlie Manson! is FILLER S2E17 Gnomes is CANON S2E18 Prehistoric Ice Man is FILLER *Only for its last scene if you want a tease for the movie. Personal notes: You may notice that this season is a lot less plot-heavy than the previous one, with only 3 canon episodes out of 18 compared to the 9 out of 13 in the first.

[911bts]

Thank you for your effort. I hope it's ok if I ask you that. What happens if the actors vote against the contract? Will there be an immediate strike? And do you know how many episodes of 9-1-1 there will be? LS has probably been reduced to 12. Have a nice day.

"If it were rejected by the membership, that would not automatically mean the union would go back on strike. The union would have to return to the bargaining table without a guarantee that the current terms would remain in place, Crabtree-Ireland said Monday."

This is a quote from a variety article that was posted about a conversation that the negotiating leaders had about AI.

And it really depends on when the show is coming back for number of episodes.

If it's gonna be in the spring, I'd expect around 10 (give or take a few episodes).

If it's fall, probably a full 18 (maybe even more).

Lone Star has 12 because Fox is well Fox. (They have such a bad business model).

ABC would be determining number of episodes here and aren't doing the bullshit that Fox does.

[tonixe]

Do you still do South Park fics if so may I request a Kenny with a twin sister reader (platonic of course I hate how I have to specify this)

Kenny with a Twin Sister

n.o.t.e.s - Ofc, but how does someone ship siblings, I don't get how you really ship two people that are related and really write about incest like it is a normal thing. I just don't get that tbh.

w.a.r. n. - Fluff

p.a.i.r.i.n.g. - siblings bonding together Kenny and his twin sister.

w.c - 1.2k

Waking up from your bed or well mattress on the floor, as you got up from it, throwing the fabric onto your 'bed'. As you looked outside, at the fluffy white scene outside.

Looking at the time, it was 10 mins before the bus arrived to pick you, Kenny, and Karen, to school. While you rushed at your feet to Kenny's room, "Kenny, wake up!" you yelled, hitting him. Just for your advances to be in vain as he grumbled and covered himself with a blanket.

"Kenny" you yelled kicking him off his bed, hearing him fall down with a 'thump', groaning in pain. As he shot you a glare, "You're welcome, now get ready, the bus is going to be here in-" You checked the broken alarm clock "EIGHT MINUTES" you yelled, before you rushed to Karen's room, waking her up. Dashing out to get ready yourself. Before you went to the kitchen grab some leftover Eggo waffles from dinner.

As you gave one to the still-sleepy Karen, as she took her backpack eating the waffle. "Finally, you're up" you exclaimed, throwing him the waffle as he catches it, "Thanks," he said, before eating and zipping up his parka.

You bit your waffle, as you grabbed your own backpack and walked out of the runt down grabbed your backpack. Walking towards the bus station, the coldness of the weather makes you shake. "You, okay?" Kenny said through his parka, even though it was mostly muffed but still understandable to you.

"Yea, just don't want to go to school, you know," you said, staring at the Colorado sky.

"Yeah," he muttered, as he looked at the broken concrete. As you guys arrived at the bus stop, you and Karen sat on the bench, while Kenny went to talk to his friends. Karen laid her head on your shoulder, taking a nap.

The bus arrived at the stop, you never liked the bus driver, Ms. Crabtree. She was scared, and a bird even lives in her hair. She was always cranky, as you woke her up. Holding her hand, helping her up the bus steps. The bus driver nagged at you, as you waved to a few of your friends, Wendy and Bebe.

Walking into the bus, sitting next to Karen. Placing your backpack as a pillow for her. You heard some yelling from the back of the bus, and to your not-surprising pleasure, it your, of course, your twin brother and his friend, you glance them a glare, and put one of your fingers to your lip, motioning them to shut up. As you covered Karen's ears before she heard anything else coming out of their mouths.

Before you could even relax on the bus, you heard Eric yell at Kyle, "IM NOT FUCKING FAT, IM BIG BONED KYLE!" he yelled. You groaned out, before rubbing your face, laying your head further into the uncomfortable seat.

The bus soon moved over the bumpy road, looking into the window, as evergreen tree was racing by you. Trying to occupy yourself before you get to school. But soon everything went black, as you yawned out, and closed your eyes.

"Hey, wake up Y/N!" you woke up, staring at Kenny shaking you. "Get up, we're here," he said before he walked out of the bus. You woke up Karen, got her out of the bus, walked into the school, before you walked Karen to her kindergarten class, giving her backpack to her, before giving her and hug and waving at your old kindergarten teacher.

You stopped by your locker to place your backpack in your locker and get some of your books. Walking down to your own classroom, before the bell ranged, Mr. Garrision wasn't in the classroom, weirdly enough. The whole classroom was just talking as you sat by yourself, looking at the window prompting your arm up and putting your face onto your palm, tapping your fingers on the desk.

"Hey Y/N," Bebe gave you a whisper-yell, as you looked at moved closer to her, "Did you know Mr. Garrision is absent today" she said, "I heard he was fired or something, so we're probably getting sub today" she finished.

"Really," you said, "Yea really," she said, before the sub came in, with some papers. And class started.

Soon the class was over, and it was time for lunch. You got up, get your things, walking into the lunchroom. As you sat with your friends, eating some of the school lunch, at least today was good. The food looked edible this time, as you got some glances from Clyde.

Clyde was your crush; you had a crush on him ever since when you were in 2nd grade. You immediately blushed when he glances at you, you never told Kenny because of what he was going to say to you about him.

As you looked at your lunch, playing with it. Before the girls were looking at you curiously. "Y/N, he's looking at you" Wendy nudged at you, smiling you.

Before something hit you lightly, as you saw it was a yellow post it, as you unwrapped it, smiling, as the girl looked at you with a smile. "What does it say Y/N!" Red said, leaning towards you.

"It says do you like me, and check box for yes or no" you whisper nervously, "Say yes!" Nichole said, smiling at you.

"Okay!" you exclaimed, "I need a pen!" Wendy immediately gives you a pen, as you check out the yes box. Before throwing the note back to Clyde, as you are waiting for him to say something, anxiously looking at him unwrapping the note before looking at you and laughing.

Your heart immediately dropped, "Um, I need to go" you whispered, before running straight to the bathroom, Kenny saw your running form, running out of the cafeteria. Before he looked at Clyde and the boys laughing around him, expect for Kyle and Craig. "What happen"

"Holy Shit, I never knew Y/N ever liked Clyde" Eric snickered, "Wait what," Kenny said, "What the fuck, Clyde" Kenny yelled at him, before running after you.

"It was just a prank, Kenny" Clyde said, "Well don't fucking do those pranks to my fucking twin sister, asshole" he yelled out.

Kenny knew his twin sister well enough, to know where your favorite spot was at school, behind the school risers. "Y/N" Kenny whispered out; he heard your sniffingly. You looked up from your knees. "What do you want," you said, sniffling out, wiping your tears.

"Why didn't you tell me, you liked Clyde," Kenny said, putting his hands into his pockets, slumping down to you. "I didn't know you would care" you said.

"Well, I do. Why would you like that fucking asshole" he snapped, looking at you.

"Well, how the fuck am I supposed to know" you yelled, tear dripping down from your face.

"God" Kenny whispered, looking from the bench.

"Well, what he did was not fucking okay" Kenny said, you looked at him.

"You shouldn't be wasting your tears over him, Y/N" he cocked his head at you.

You sniffed, "You know what would make it better, beating the shit out of Clyde" Kenny said, "Isn't he your friend" you said.

"Well, not anymore, he fucked with you, he was a total asshole to you" Kenny exclaimed, before getting up. Giving hand to you, as you took it and got up.

"Now, let's give Clyde a piece our mind" Kenny said giving you a fist bump, "fist bump?"

"Fist Bump" you laughed, as you bumped him up, while you guys crack some jokes walking back to the cafeteria.

[whiteshipnightjar]

Does art make a difference?

Aw, sure. Of course there are degrees of extremity to the potential change that art can effect, depending on how many people are able to engage with it. The Beatles made a huge difference in the world. But Henry Darger, Jeff McKissack, Karen Dalton, Pauline Oliveros, Kenneth Patchen – there are so many folks who have made great art and not gotten massively famous for it, yet I think there are all sorts of ways their work informs and shapes other people’s work, and brains, and decisions.

Should politics and art mix?

Well, everything mixes, the New Statesman! That’s like asking if a knee-reflex hammer and a quadriceps tendon should “mix”.

Is your work for the many or for the few?

That’s for the many/few to say. I just crank out the hot jams.

If you were world leader, what would be your first law?

Gravity. I feel like we need to tighten up the constitutional protections that particular law enjoys. It’s a ticking time bomb, if you ask me.

Who would be your top advisers?

Cute angel on one shoulder, cute devil on the other.

What, if anything, would you censor?

Maybe we could all agree to not bust each other’s chops all cut-dang day.

If you had to banish one public figure, who would it be?

Don’t know, banishment might be a little extreme, but I’d sure like to take that Stephen Hawking dude down a notch or two. Right? Are you with me?

What are the rules that you live by?

Basically, “bros before hos”. I feel like if you stay true to that, everything else just kind of falls into place.

Do you love your country?

I love William Faulkner, Dolly Parton, fried chicken, Van Dyke Parks, the Grand Canyon, Topanga Canyon, bacon cheeseburgers with horseradish, Georgia O’Keeffe, Grand Ole Opry, Gary Snyder, Gilda Radner, Radio City Music Hall, Big Sur, Ponderosa pines, Southern BBQ, Highway One, Kris Kristofferson, National Arts Club in New York, Ruth Crawford Seeger, Joni Mitchell, Ernest Hemingway, Harriet Tubman, Hearst Castle, Ansel Adams, Kenneth Jay Lane, Yuba River, South Yuba River Citizens League, “Alice Doesn’t Live Here Anymore”, “Hired Hand”, “The Jerk”, “The Sting”, “Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid”, clambakes, lobster rolls, s’mores, camping in the Sierra Nevadas, land sailing in the Nevada desert, riding horseback in Canyon de Chelly; Walker Percy, Billie Holiday, Drag City, Chez Panisse/Alice Waters/slow food movement, David Crosby, Ralph Lauren,San Francisco Tape Music Center, Albert Brooks, Utah Phillips, Carol Moseley Braun, Bolinas CA, Ashland OR, Lawrence KS, Austin TX, Bainbridge Island WA, Marilyn Monroe, Mills College, Elizabeth Cotton, Carl Sandburg, the Orange Show in Houston, Toni Morrison, Texas Gladden, California College of Ayurvedic Medicine, Louis Comfort Tiffany, Saturday Night Live, Aaron Copland, Barack Obama, Oscar de la Renta, Alan Lomax, Joyce Carol Oates, Fred Neil, Henry Cowell, Barneys New York, Golden Gate Park, Musee Mechanique, Woody Guthrie, Maxfield Parrish, Malibu, Maui, Napa Valley, Terry Riley, drive-in movies, homemade blackberry ice cream from blackberries picked on my property, Lil Wayne, Walt Whitman, Halston, Lavender Ridge Grenache from Lodi CA, Tony Duquette, Julia Morgan, Lotta Crabtree, Empire Mine, North Columbia Schoolhouse, Disneyland, Nevada County Grandmothers for Peace; Roberta Flack, Randy Newman, Mark Helprin, Larry David, Prince; cooking on Thanksgiving; Shel Siverstein, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Radziwill, Jackie Onassis, E.B. White, William Carlos Williams, Jay Z, Ralph Stanley, Allen Ginsberg, Cesar Chavez, Harvey Milk, RFK, Rosa Parks, Arthur Miller, “The Simpsons”, Julia Child, Henry Miller, Arthur Ashe, Anne Bancroft, The Farm Midwifery Center in TN, Martha Graham, Alvin Ailey, Jr., Eleanor Roosevelt, Clark Gable, Harry Nilsson, Woodstock, and some other stuff. Buuuut, the ol’ U S of A can pull some pretty dick moves. I’m hoping it’ll all come out in the wash...

Are we all doomed?

If we keep our expectations pretty low I think we might be fine. I mean, we’re definitely all dying at some point. There’s no getting around that. But between now and then, things might start looking up!

— Joanna Newsom for The New Statesman, 2008

[bridgertonbabe]

In the Royal AU how was Sophie first state banquet as a part of the Royal family ?

From the second she was informed she'd be in attendance of the forthcoming state banquet, Sophie had been determined to be as prepared and polished as possible for the occasion.

For example, she had asked Mrs Crabtree to arrange for a revision lesson with the etiquette specialist so she would confidently know how to hold herself and know the difference between all of the specific cutlery in use for the state event. She also busied herself away with Duolingo in order to converse with members of the visiting foreign delegation, even if it was only on a beginner's level of translation and communication.

Benedict hadn't even picked up on Sophie's sudden interest to learn Dutch for any particular reason until he came across her making flashcards with photos and information of guests ahead of the state dinner.

"Darling, you're not seriously making revision cards about every last guest attending the dinner are you?"

"Well I don't want to be stood around like a lemon with no idea who anyone in the room is, now do I?"

"Soph, you don't seriously think we'd just let you go into the banquet completely blindfolded, right?" he fondly sighed and slipped into the chair beside her at the table. "We've literally got designated members of staff to whisper into our ears the names of every single person we're about to meet and a little fun fact about them to fulfill a moment of smalltalk with. You don't have to go to any of these lengths, I assure you." he gestured to the laptop, cards, and marker pens scattered about them.

"It's easy for you, Ben. You can charm the pants off anyone you meet with a single smile." she sighed while diligently carrying on her with task.

"And it's just as easy for you!" he argued with an adoring smile on his face. "Darling, everyone who meets you falls in love with you in an instant."

"Everyone who meets me will have probably read my own stepmother slandering me in the press." Sophie huffed.

"And nobody in their right mind would believe a word that comes out of that witch's mouth." Benedict firmly assured her and wrapped an arm around his wife. "Nobody attending this banquet is going to buy into anything that cow is trying to sell."

"You don't know that." Sophie shook her head.

"Hey; don't let her get to you like this." Benedict told her. "You don't have to prove yourself to anyone, Sophie, least of all her and anyone dumb enough to believe the venom she spews."

"It's not just that. As your wife I have to represent your family and be worthy of the privilege that comes with this position. I've got to put the work in."

"My love; you already are worthy. You've never had to prove that." he insisted and clasped her hand in his. "And you've already done way more work than I ever have for any banquet. We're in this together, okay? You never have to worry because I'm always going to be right by your side."

Sophie sighed reluctantly, dumping the pen in her hand on the desk and turning to her husband. "I know you are. I just want to be capable of attending a royal event without you having to hold my hand like I'm helpless."

"Well maybe I want to stand by your side and hold your hand because I'm the one who's helpless, you ever think about that?" he smirked and pecked her on the cheek.

"Well, now you mention it," she replied, teasingly twitching her lips.

"Hey! You weren't supposed to agree!" he laughed with her but kissed her all the same. "And look, try not to stress too much about the banquet, or even worry about what to talk with the guests about."

"Ben, I can't just wing it like you." she rolled her eyes. "I mean, what would they even have to talk to me about?"

Benedict stared and narrowed his eyes at her pointedly. "Gee, I wonder. It's not like you had a wedding five months ago or a recent pregnancy announcement for them to congratulate you on." he said sarcastically.

"Okay, you've made your point." Sophie swatted him affectionately before stroking her bump. "I just wouldn't want to be so self-important to receive congratulations from strangers without trying to make an effort to talk to them about themselves in return."

"Just try not to view it so formally, sweetheart. Just chat with them as you would anyone else you're meeting for the first time."

And as fretful as she had been in the lead up to it, the banquet ended up not being as stressful as Sophie thought it would have been. Benedict faithfully stuck to her side the entire evening and during the brief moments he wasn't, she always had Violet, Kate, or Daphne making sure she wasn't faring her first royal banquet alone.

"See, what did I tell you?" Benedict smiled, intertwining their hands in the backseat as they were driven home. "You were wonderful without trying. You didn't need those flashcards at all."

"Mhm, you're right. I might not have needed them in the end - but you certainly put them to good use." she smirked knowingly at him.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." he coyly replied.

"Oh really? So you just so happened to know that the ambassador is a Zumba enthusiast?"

"What can I say, I'm just a very perceptive person." he shrugged.

"Do you even know what Zumba is?"

"Yes." Benedict scoffed.

"Well what is it then?"

"... It's something the Dutch ambassador is an enthusiast of."

"Ben!" she snorted and shook her head.

"Hey, come on! At least your efforts weren't all in vain! Thanks to your cards I charmed the pants off of even more people than I normally do."

[hernakedmuse]

Sorry if it’s been asked already but, what would horror bimbo wear to a concert date with Eddie?

It hasn't been asked yet and even if it has been, I love this reply. I’ll make a moodboard, but horror!bimbo would look very Danzig girl, like a vampire nymphette. Black, white, or deep red velvet little dresses and tiny articles of clothing, lace ups, poetry blouses worn as dresses that hardly pass her ass, she will wear garters up her thigh, bdsm chokers and collars, dead girl eye makeup that makes her look dreamy and sleepy. She always goes for otherworldly slut,

–

She always spent the whole day of a concert preparing,

If it was a school day she would play hookey,

Eddie would hate it because he wouldnt get to see his sweet little moth, and would complain dramatically to her about it.

Hands splayed on her provocative hips before squeezing them possessively as he would bury his face in her sweet smelling neck that smelled of her lilac perfume and vanilla body powder, his mouth actually physically water. “You gonna leave me again until nighttime?” he complained.

She giggled and stroked his fluffy chocolate curls.

“Id invite you to stay, but I dont wanna bore you bear.” She always could call him that because to her he looked like a human teddy bear, a very sexy teddy bear.

He lifted his head from her neck, his doe eyes widened and pupils darkened. “Yeah? Youd let me watch you get dressed? Maybe help you wash that back…” he started kissing down the back of her neck causing her to shiver and preen against him. He was half hard thinking about it.

He spent the day getting ready with her. She ran a nice bubble bath with Vaseline vitamin e bath beads that turned the water teal, Crabtree & Evelyn rosewater bubble bath, and apricot kernel bath oil. She had to have Eddie join in her pre-concert ritual naturally, and no one was home but her. She lit lavender candles and played the Icon album Night of the Crime theyll be hearing tonight in Indianapolis.

She had Eddie joined her in the bath, she put an avocado masque on his face and hers and the Rave hair masque with a V05 hot oil treatment, She wanted him to feel pampered too, and they started kissing, he held her in his lap, she warmed his cock in the bath She felt so full like she ate a big meal, he is that big. She couldnt stop herself, felt too good, she started moving.

“Ooh fuck baby, if you dont stop that–”

“Youll what…daddy?” She put on her baby voice, the one that got small and sounded squishy and cute,

He stroked her back and she started to drool in anticipation. He took her face in his hand, turning her to face him and lick up her drool, his other hand squeezed her ample ass, “Fuck you have a perfect body for a whore.” He thrusted his hips up and she squeaked, feeling dizzy with pleasure. “Oh my fucking God!”

“Too bad youre just mine.” He laid a sloppy kiss on her shoulder and grabbed her waist before raising his hips and slamming up inside of her tight pussy, that gushed all over his cock. “Baby girl, making such a mess for daddy, what a messy baby.” He cooed.

After a steamy bath session, they got dressed. She used hot rollers for a sultry look, and slid on her french cut, black, lace panties, her puffy pussy sort of swallowed it a bit, and naturally Eddie had to have a quick taste.

She had a satin white garter with a pink rosette slid up her left thigh by his truly, her right leg adorn with a thigh high fishnet stocking, a revealing neo Victorian, lacey little slip with gaps terribly tied together by dainty bows, exposing her generous cleavage, the thin straps of her negligee falling down her shoulders, She slips into combat boots that contrast her attire, and one of Eddie’s leather jackets that was too big for her frame. She had black under eye to make her look like a haunted doll, and her lips were painted the same color as her nipples.

Her signature lilac perfume kissed her wrists, neck, and cleavage. Eddie realized the importance of getting ready for a concert.

@thepurplelovewitch

[asteria-sk3tches]

HI GUYS I HAVENT OPENED TUMBLR IN MONTHS BUT I NEED TO TALK ABT THIS

So I am a fan of Murdoch Mysteries yeah. Like huge fan I have met maybe two other people who knows what this show is. So my parents got me the first ten seasons on DVD as a back-to-school / good luck being an RA present

So as I’m rewatching the first ever episode (Power, S1 E1) there’s a scene where Constable George Crabtree (he is very pookie) had this crush on a lady and was like. Hey uh.. do u wanna hang out or whatever lol. So they do and he gets mildly hurt after falling or smth later on. So he’s in this woman’s house while she cleans his scrapes, stumbling over his words trying to say how he likes her and is sweet on her, and she leans in and kisses his forehead right near a scrape and just.

“Did that hurt?”

“It hurt real nice :”)”

SOMEONE SEDATE ME THIS IS SO CUTE UGH