#cygnet believer

[sprnklersplashes]

Henry and Hope Swan have that autistic sibling swag

[ball-of-butter]

i love that red queen puts family as the chief unit of love even above true romantic love like that for some reason is SO overrated in ya media. i dont think of the characters within friendship or romantic groups first, i unconsciously catergorise them into their family.

cal loves mare but cal will put maven first always and he loves his dad and his image so much he’s willing to sacrifice his character and relationship with her to fulfil the expectations set by his family and its not until realising what his MOTHER wanted for him that he lets go. and mare loves cal but she will always put her siblings and parents first which is why everything started with gisa and shade’s loss and it ended with her sister and the loss of her brother too. maven loves mare but he loves elara more even if she twisted him and elara loves maven more than the entire kingdom and thats why she twisted him. and elara couldn’t enact her plan to make maven king without getting rid of his love for cal first!! when shade gets killed mare HAS to kill elara because that is the only way she can make sure her pain is even with at least one person.

cameron does everything for her brother’s safety, she was willing to abandon her morals and dehumanise anyone standing in her way if thats what needed to happen. and after morrey was safe she quit— nothing was worth losing herself over except him. farley and shade’s love was so pure that it brought life and family to the farleys who were already broken with the grief of being halved. their love brought a daughter named after the death of the woman that destroyed the family, and it was so healing.

and that is what KILLS me about the samos family!!! that compared to all this unconditional loyalty— the samos family is a continuous act of playing at love and loyalty, when in reality volos and larentia could not care less about their children because they dont know how to. silver society never showcases this love and so then you have so many parents fucking up their kid in so many ways but doing it out of love because thats how they see it— all except volo and larentia.

so the samos family is an exception. i cant think of evangeline without thinking of elane and ptolemus and i cant think of ptolemus without thinking of evangeline and wren. thats their family. and at least evangeline and ptolemus experienced real love with each other, even if they were never taught it (evangeline’s fear over shade’s death was proof that she could imagine a world without him and it was one of the few times she was genuinely scared in the series).

[gigi-does-art]

Continuing to assign RE characters a species of birds! Now with re7 and re8 characters (plus Barry because I forgot to add him to the previous one qwq)

(Part 3)

Ethan Winters: Mourning Dove

Mia Winters: White-tipped Dove

Eveline: Groove-billed Ani

Alcina Dimitrescu: Trumpeter Swan

Karl Heisenberg: Eurasian Griffon Vulture

Mother Miranda: Long-tailed Shrike

Rosemary Winters: Diamond Dove

Barry Burton: Bronze-winged Jacana

[kazoosandfannypacks]

Critical Success by kazoosandfannypacks

Pairing: Cygnet Scholar, Violet Believer, Captain Swan Rating: General Audiences Word Count: 1K words Summary: At most weddings, people will clink their glasses together to get the happy couple to kiss- but when Henry and Violet get married, they try something a little different- a twenty sided die. If you roll it and it lands on an 11-20, they kiss, and if it lands on a 2-10 they won't- but if it lands on a one, you have to kiss someone. Characters: Hope Swan-Jones, Henry Mills, Violet Morgan, Killian Jones, Emma Swan, Gideon Gold Author’s notes: The working title for this fic was "my little sister accidentally ruins my wedding by kissing a sworn enemy's son in front of my dad" but I felt that a bit wordy 😅 This is based off an idea I've seen on Pinterest a couple times, but thought would be fitting with the D&D elements in the season 7 au I'm working on. Much like potion commotion, this doesn't quite fit into the same timeline, but I had fun writing it regardless! Taglist: @accidental-spice, @kanerallels @saveme-storybrooke-potc @booksteaandtoomuchtv [let me know if you’d like to be added to the cygnet scholar taglist!]

also on ao3!

 Weddings in Storybrooke were always a joyous occasion- as, of course, weddings were in all realms- but when the groom was a beloved town hero, and the bride his highschool sweetheart, it was an even more joyous affair. As such, most of town turned up on a sunny day in October to witness the union of Henry Mills and Violet Morgan.

 But, while the story of how they found each other again after a decade's separation is exciting, our story takes place later, after the beautiful ceremony (officiated by Dr. Hopper, of course) ended, as the friends and family gathered in the town hall for a fabulous reception- and Henry's teenage half sister was enjoying her first time as a bridesmaid. After everything Hope had stood by her brother in, from D&D campaigns to real-life struggles, it was only fitting that she should stand by her brother and new sister-in-law at the start of this adventure.

 And, of course, she and her friends had greatly enjoyed the honor of some harmless vandalism of the newlyweds' car.

 "Getaway car's all set," Hope said, sitting in front of Henry at the head table while finishing off a slice of cake.

 Henry scrunched his nose. "I thought we said that's a tradition we weren't going with."

 "Did we?" Hope smiled.

 "I certainly thought we did."

 "If you thought I was gonna give up my last chance to pull the ol' wool over your eyes," Hope said, "then you haven't been paying attention the last sixteen years."

 Henry sighed. "Just promise me there's no glitter this time."

 Hope gave Henry no response, only a smug smile as she took another bite of cake.

 "Hope…."

 "No glitter," Hope rolled her eyes, "and you can thank my new sister for that."

 "I made sure she didn't glitter bomb your car again," Violet patted Henry's hand.

 "You've always had my back," Henry turned his hand to cup hers in it.

 "And I always will," Violet smiled.

 Hope shook her head and glanced away from them, trying to focus on anything other than the sickeningly adorable couple.

 She looked over the decorations on the table- a candle stand shaped like a dragon, a little sign that said "happily ever after…," a bouquet of flowers, and one of the fanciest D20s from Henry's extensive dice collection. While most couples would settle for the traditional "clink your glasses together to make the couple kiss," they went for an idea they'd seen on Pinterest instead- go to the head table and roll the die; If it lands on an 11-19, the bride and groom will kiss, a 20 and they'll really kiss, 2-10 means nothing- and if you roll a one, you have to kiss someone.

 Hope stood up straight when she saw her parents coming, already prepared for her mom to tell her to stop sitting on the table.

 "There's that fabled die," her dad said, picking up the D20 and rereading the instructions next to it. With great panache, Killian rolled the die.

 "Nat 1," Henry said, looking at the die, "critical fail."

 "Critical fail?" Killian asked, glancing at his wife, "you mean to tell me I've now got an excuse to kiss my Emma, and that's supposed to be a 'critical fail?'"

 Emma turned to Killian and smiled, "Sounds like a win if I've ever heard of one."

 "Aye," Killian said, pulling Emma closer.

 Hope looked away and set down her cake, having suddenly lost her appetite. A lot of people thought it was cute that her parents were still so in love after all these years, but that didn't mean Hope always appreciated it.

 "That was a success indeed," Killian whispered when he and Emma pulled away from each other.

 "Are you sure?" Emma asked, "You could always try again…."

 Hope didn't want to run the risk of seeing that happen again, so she snatched the die away before her parents could grab it again.

 "Let a pro show you how it's done," Hope said, "I've got the magic touch."

 She rolled the die onto the table, and it landed with the number one plainly facing up once again.

 "Critical fail," Henry smiled.

 "I know," Hope snipped, annoyed and embarrassed about how false her confidence had proven. Not only did she now look like an idiot for flubbing up something she'd thought herself so skilled at, she now had to pay the consequences and kiss someone.

 "Don't worry," her dad said, with a nervous chuckle, "we certainly won't hold you accountable to that."

 "Relax, dad," Hope said, "I'm not a little girl anymore."

 "That statement does little to put me at ease."

 Hope looked up to see Gideon coming toward them, eating a slice of cake. He had been Hope's friend for a long time, but his dad had been her dad's nemesis for an even longer time. Seeing as she was still a little salty from the last minute's events, his presence gave Hope an evil idea.

 "I'm not a little kid anymore," Hope thought, "I don't need to be protected from kissing, or guys, or kissing guys. Besides, I was raised not to back down from a challenge."

 "I don't know where you guys got this cake from," Gideon said, "but it's wonderful."

 Before Gideon had finished his sentence, Hope grabbed the collar of his button-up shirt and pulled his lips to hers, quickly, before anyone could stop her.

 It took a moment for her to register what she was doing- she shared her first kiss, in front of her entire family, out of spite, with Gideon Gold.

 And as wild as all of that sounded, something about it felt right.

 When she pulled away from Gideon, she saw a surprised but very delighted expression on his face.

 "Wow," Gideon said, blinking in surprise and looking back down at his plate, "I guess I should start complimenting cakes more often."

 "Hope Alice Swan-Jones!" her dad called, in the you're-in-trouble tone she knew all too well, "what was that?"

 "Can't argue with the dice," Hope said, "critical fail means you gotta kiss someone."

 "Really?" Gideon asked. He reached past her and grabbed the die off the table, then rolled it.

 His notoriety among their party for rolling natural ones didn't fail him this time, and the die landed, for the third time in a row, on the one.

 "Critical fail," Henry repeated, with a smug shrug.

 Hope looked up from the die to Gideon, then back to the die, then at her dad, then back at the die, then back at Gideon, who scratched the back of his neck.

 "Hope…" Gideon said.

 "You may as well," Hope shrugged.

 Hope thought she heard her father say, "no, you 'may not as well,'" as she and Gideon leaned back towards each other, but she was lost in the moment, and in whatever feelings were beginning to stir inside of her. Her lips somehow found her way to Gid's once again, with a kiss that, despite her father's disapproval, could only be described as pure.

 She opened her eyes as they leaned away from each other, smiling and seeing the same smile on Gideon's face.

 "That's quite enough of that," Killian said, taking the die off the table before either of the teenagers could take it back again.

 "I, uh," Gideon fumbled, "I take it I should probably get out of here?"

 "And I take it I might be grounded for life?" Hope said, though her first kiss was totally worth whatever punishment followed.

 "Probably a little longer than that," Emma nodded, though Hope could tell by her mom's smile that she wasn't really disappointed in her.

 Killian didn't respond, however, bouncing the oversize die in his hand.

 "Henry," Killian asked, setting down the die so his hand was free to pinch the bridge of his nose, "that wouldn't happen to be a loaded die, would it?"

 Hope looked back at her brother to see a familiar smile on his face.

 "You got me," Henry said, pulling an identical die out of his pocket, "this one's the real one."

 Killian rolled the new die and it landed on a twelve- resulting in Henry and Violet giving each other a kiss.

 "So you intentionally put out a die that would fail every time?" Killian asked, "Why would you do that?"

 "Just to see what stories come up," Henry winked at Hope and Gideon, "and, besides, if you thought I was gonna 'give up my last chance to pull the ol' wool over my little sister's eyes,' then you haven't been paying attention the last sixteen years."

 Killian sighed in response and gave both of his kids a we'll-talk-about-this-later glare, then gave Gideon an entirely different glare.

 "I'm gonna, uh," Gideon said, "go, uh- grab another slice of cake."

 He quickly left, and a moment later Killian and Emma moved onto whatever other parents-of-the-groom duties that they had to attend to.

 Hope sat on the edge of the table again in front of her brother.

 "Gotta hand it to you," Hope said, "you really had me going with that one."

 "Scale of one to twenty," Henry said, "how'd you rate that prank?"

 Hope chuckled a little, then looked up to see Gideon, heading back her way with a smile on his face and a plate of cake in each hand.

 She smiled, "I'd call it a critical success."

[sconeaon]

Fairytale (Even though it hurts) preview/prologue

An angel born of the Forbidden Fruit's seeds joins the cast of the Hazbin Hotel--shenanigans, etc.

A/N: AKA as my attempt to understand Tumblr's UI! This may be crossposted to AO3 if I can be bothered?? Anyway please enjoy my first fic for this silly duck man

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As is the case with all living things, each of the dozen seeds took its own path in life. Some chose to become trees, others curled up to rot, unsatisfied with the world—and one, just one, was taken into His hands. A creature born of the earth, of the byproduct of the Original Sin. Something so natural and yet entirely not, grown and warmed in the womb of the Garden itself as it formed slowly; so slowly.

Apple seeds—something so regular, one may forget that even the forbidden fruit bore them. A comforting normalcy in even the most horrid of things.

With time, the trees themselves contorted curiously to watch as the ground formed an unusual mound. Animals found comfort in its warmth, letting it be the safe sleeping place for their young—all who resided in the Garden trusted the Earth’s new creation, no matter what it may be. An animal of new shape, or a fourth creature of humanity; some believed it was the conscience of the Earth itself given form.

The truth revealed itself on a warm morning in a then unnamed season, under the first rays of day—the feathers of a cygnet, and yet the quivering hands of man. The creature was an angel.

“Oh, my,” it spoke, its voice echoing loud enough to scare it just a little; “it appears I am alive.”

The animals of the Garden fascinated His newest creation, as did the trees, and the sky, and all that lay beyond the horizon that it could see—the creature born from Eve’s lust for knowledge was born with insatiable curiosity and unbound intelligence, forever desperate to reach out and grab everything she was yet to understand.

This trait was familiar to Heaven, and ever so terrifying. They were certain that if the creature were to be left to its own devices, a being more unbridled than the fallen Lucifer may be unleashed; that was a future they could not let come to pass. The creature was thus held as a houseguest by the seraphim, treated as an eternal child and forever berated for simply following in the nature they had been born with. Though it hurt to be repressed so, the idea of upsetting those who kept it safe scared the creature deeply—as its curiosity applied not just to the beautiful and the untold, but the unknown and the dark.

If it were to speak out of line, would it be killed? Would it be cast out, abandoned—just like this Lucifer, the fallen creature they were compared to since their very inception?

Not being allowed to know the answers was enough to keep her in line—for the first few thousand years of creation.

You see, being born from the accursed apple seeds had given the creature an unspoken tie to the Original Sinner—to Eve—that seemed to make voices call out to her in the night.

“Are you not wracked with boredom, up in your gilded cage?” the First Woman’s voice would echo, would haunt—“they have not even given you a name, sweet creature.”

“Please, voice, define ‘boredom’,” the creature had replied.

“When you are not in danger, but are left with so little to do that your body feels as though it might eat itself alive,” Eve spoke, her voice airy, “does it not hurt, being forced to be a person you are not? Please, creature, speak.”

“You are the first to call me a ‘person’. Not once before have I been considered above the animals of Eden, not before this moment,” the creature appeared complimented, a gentle smile on its face.

“Then allow me to give you the identity they have denied you. I wish to give you a name,” Eve responded.

A name—the syllables left the First Woman like the breeze, gentle and soothing. Suddenly, the creature no longer had to define itself as a thing, as a burden.

It—she, was a person. Eve had made it so.

“I have never received a gift as kind as this, Eve. Please, allow me to repay your kindness; I will do anything you wish, lest I remain indebted for the rest of existence,” (Name) had spoken in earnest, surprised as Eve met her words with a girlish giggle.

“Oh, my sweet (Name)—every living being is given a name, from pet animals to beloved human beings. I am simply filling in where Heaven has fallen short,” Eve had tittered, “though…perhaps making some friends beyond your standing would be beneficial. I have two acquaintances who are quite enamoured with your unlikely existence.”

(Name) blinked in surprise. Friends? No, that idea had never really even crossed her mind—she had always been…alone.

Oh. Oh—she had been lonely, all of this time.

“Please, take your time with all of this, dearest. I do not wish to rush you into doing anything that might hurt you,” Eve had soothed, sensing the change in (Name)’s mood even without sharing in her space; “just know—perhaps one night, it will be someone other than myself coming to speak to you. Someone who I think will remind you deeply of yourself.”

(Name) knew who she was speaking of—the same fallen one she had been compared to incessantly since the moment of her creation. It was almost ironic that even the singular seemingly helpful force in her life couldn’t help but reach the same conclusion…

“(Name), these acquaintances truly do yearn for your presence. The words we’ve shared, the wants they’ve expressed—”

~

“Not that one! Uh, please stop reading that one!”

(Name)’s voice cut through the silence of the Regained Paradise library, royally scaring the shit out of the Princess of Hell.

“Haha—I know the whole thing is accessible information for all, but…I guess everyone has a selfish streak when it comes to information about themselves, huh? Hah…” (Name) fidgeted awkwardly, her nervous stumbling far removed from the graceful creature Charlie had inferred from the book’s pages.

“Oh! Oh, yes, putting it down right now—I totally just violated my own lesson about boundaries, so I guess we’re both good at breaking our own rules,” Charlie beamed, evidently attempting to brighten the awkward situation as she reached out to grab the librarian’s hands, “all of that stupid mess-up-iness aside—hi! I’ve never really met a friend of my dad’s before. Or a friend of my mom’s…or a friend of the First Woman, wow! You really make, uh, important friends, huh?”

“Uh…yeah, I guess—sorry. I can see on your face that talking to me for real is pretty jarring,” (Name) replied sheepishly, shuffling her feet, “so, uh…what exactly did you come here to talk to me about? The library isn’t exactly where you find…anyone but me, here in Hell.”

“Oh, oh—I totally should have explained that first! Okay,” Charlie paused, taking a breath in for effect before exclaiming with her whole chest, “I want to invite you to stay at my hotel! You’re all about learning stuff and growing and improving, so I think you’d be a total smash hit as…as something!”

“At ‘something’?” (Name) couldn’t help but chuckle, shaking her head, “Charlie, dearest, what has your father been telling you?”

“Nothing at all, actually! I’ve done all sorts of research on people here in Hell who could maybe help with my vision, and I stumbled onto the webpage for your library—you’re basically doing the same thing I am, but with learning, and…stuff,” Charlie explained vaguely, gesturing wildly, “I thought it would be super helpful if we combined our visions—maybe if I could find proof of redemption here, you could help me with…application! Yes, oh my gosh, yes—you could be our redemption counsellor!”

(Name) couldn’t help but splutter out a laugh, replying queryingly, “redemption counsellor? It really sounds like you just made that up.”

“I did, I totally did, but isn’t it the best idea? Ooh, this is going to be great,” Charlie practically vibrated with excitement, before cutting herself short in realisation; “I mean, if you want to? I never actually asked…”

“Storming into my library, reading what is practically my diary and then demanding I join the ranks of your not-even-proven-to-work hotel? Yes, I can see why not many people take you up on the offers you give,” (Name) replied, her eyes fiery for just long enough to make Charlie doubt herself—only to break out into bubbly laughter as she added brightly, “you’re ever so lucky that I’m one of the few people this sort of approach works on, dove.”

“Oh. Oh—oh! So you’ll do it? That’s a yes?” Charlie asked, jittery with the maybes that hung in the air.

(Name) nodded ever so gently—and Charlie erupted into cheers of excitement.

“Yes! Yes, oh my GOSH-- Ohmygosh, you will not regret this, (Name)! I have so many lesson plans and projects and ideas and concepts and—ah, this is going to be so great,” Charlie bounced around with the energy of a small electronic device of some kind—exceedingly wired to the point that (Name) could just feel it slowly infecting her, too.

“We have so many spare rooms, you can stay wherever you want to—and everyone is so nice, you’ll make friends before you even realise you’re making them!” Charlie continued to yip as she took (Name)’s hand, unconsciously dragging her out through the streets of Pentagram City with an unexpectedly vice-like grip, “and, uh…dad’s there, sometimes. I promise I didn’t read enough of the story back there to know why you know each other, but I know you were, uh…‘associated’ with both of my parents. Letting you stay at the hotel is kind of like inviting family to stay over, if I really think about it!”

The way Charlie’s tone could dip into sadness only to leap back into joy was more than a little worrying—she was playing a character, evidently, even if it was a character that shared her genuine dreams. (Name) would never be cruel enough to call what she had ‘daddy issues’, but…

“I hope I can make a good impression. I’ve heard you have quite the cast of interesting characters in this little hotel of yours,” (Name) managed to reply as coherently as possible, “that odd Alastor fellow has taken a liking to the library—forever asking me questions I don’t know the answer to, that guy.”

“Yeah, that’s in character…but it’s great that you’ve already met a member of our staff! You’re going to be colleagues from tomorrow on, so already knowing one another is helpful,” Charlie replied, tailing off into a ramble about how there was actually good in the Radio Demon’s heart, and how he’d stop being a tease if (Name) showed that she was a ‘true friend’…

The Princess’ spiel didn’t quite feel like lies, but whatever truth was in what she said was so supremely sugar-coated that attempting to dig it out would be entirely impossible. That was likely the point, though—Charlie didn’t seem like the type to see the bad in anyone who hadn’t given her explicit reason to. She was a sweet girl.

“Hey, (Name)—you don’t have to think so hard about everything I’m saying to you, you know. You’re taking a good ten-second pause between each sentence,” Charlie spoke, her quick realisation of the workings of (Name)’s mind more than a little jarring; “just talk like nobody’s watching! Or, I guess, listening?”

Her tone seemed—

“(Name), you’re still doing it! Say something without thinking about every detail of what I just said,” Charlie attempted to coach, forcing (Name) to hold her gaze, “come on. Say what it is you’re thinking, with no pause to script!”

“…is that your hotel?” was all (Name) could get out under the clauses, a shaky finger pointing at the looming building just steps from being stumbled into by the girls.

“Oh! Yeah, we’re here. Come on in and meet everyone!” Charlie exclaimed, pulling (Name) through the door with far too much friendly force, “and remember—say what’s in your heart, not what you think you should say, okay?”

This was going to be a long fucking day.

[marine-indie-gal]

Inktober 2024 Day 21: The Ugly Duckling

Another Fairytale, this Time from Hans Christian Andersen (in which that the Story itself was based on his Childhood Life that came to inspire Many Other "Ugly Duckling" inspired stories like Rudolph or Dumbo).

The Long-Lost Swan Cygnet was born to a Duck Family but he wasn't loved by his own Foster Family since his Parents & Siblings mocked him for being Too Different, even Other Animals would mock him as well.

The Poor Baby was all lost & alone after his Duck Family abandoned him, he was so broken in Sadness as he wandered all by himself. However, as he woke up & found himself older, he found himself all Beautiful as he realized that he had been a Swan this whole time when he discovered his own kind, he reunited with his Biological Family after all of these Years (even his own Foster Siblings couldn't believe it).

The Ugly Duckling (c) Hans Christian Andersen

[konomoreextra]

I wrote this in response to a Bigoted YouTube commenter and I believe it holds merit (I would just like to say that I don't really get too much into politics but this year holds a lot for all of us I couldn't vote but this is my opinion thank you)

Well then, I'm sure you'll be glad to know that animals out in nature also exhibit behaviors aligned with the LGBTQ+ community for example, over 1,500 animal species engage in same-sex sexual behavior. here are some notable examples, Bonobos, These primates, closely related to humans, often engage in same-sex interactions, which help maintain social bonds and group harmony, Penguins, Same-sex penguin pairs have been observed adopting and raising chicks together, bottlenose Dolphins, Male bottlenose dolphins form long-lasting bonds with other males, including engaging in sexual behavior, Clownfish, These fish can change sex, with males becoming females when the dominant female dies, Swans, Same-sex swan pairs, particularly male pairs, have been observed forming long-term bonds and even raising cygnets together, Giraffes, Male giraffes often engage in necking, a behavior that can be both a form of combat and a way to establish social bonds, which sometimes includes sexual activity, Japanese Macaques, Female macaques have been observed forming same-sex pairs, engaging in sexual activities, and maintaining close social bonds, and Albatrosses, In some albatross species, female-female pairs have been documented raising chicks together, especially in colonies where there are fewer males. so even if you are right about your look on abortion you're still not right about the LGBTQ plus community because it happens quite frequently in nature as it's been proven time and time again whether or not republicans, Democratics or any other political party wants to say it's not natural it very much is natural, by the way you people should be ashamed of yourself for telling women what they can and can't do with their bodies I understand that there are some women who use and abuse the system that is held to protect abortion rights but some women don't and all that's a lot of them some of them have to get abortions even if they want their babies and all you're doing is putting them through more unnecessary pain there already going through mental trauma through the possibility and the probability of losing their child you don't need to add more by adding bodily pain to it there has already been two deaths due to this we don't need more and we don't need that Awful man in office a person who commits 34 counts of falsification of business records too the first degree, and more importantly Trump was suspected and confirmed by two separate juries of the rape, sexual abuse and forceful touching of Ms. E. Jean Carroll, and even without the confirmation of the two juries it's very likely given how he speaks of his own daughter [ check here: https://youtu.be/8EPEkk6qWkg?si=h849MdRZrPsTVycv [or video title] Gross Things Donald Trump Has Said About His Daughters [by] New York Magazine or @NewYorkMagazine ] or how about those lewd remarks from 2005, form when Donald Trump visited the set of a soap opera and made sexually explicit remarks about groping women two days, just two days before the second presidential debate. here have a transcript of Trump’s comments from the video, [from the article; https://www.politifact.com/article/2016/oct/08/context-donald-trumps-lewd-remarks-2005/ [or] In context: Donald Trump’s lewd remarks from 2005 [written by] Angie Drobnic Holan [on] October 8, 2016 ]

Trump: "I moved on her actually. You know she was down on Palm Beach. I moved on her and I failed. I’ll admit it. I did try and fu*k her. She was married."

Unidentified man: "That’s huge news there."

Trump: "No, no. Nancy. No this was— And I moved on her very heavily. In fact, I took her out furniture shopping. She wanted to get some furniture. I said, ‘I’ll show you where they have some nice furniture.’ I took her out furniture– I moved on her like a bit*h, but I couldn’t get there. And she was married. Then all of a sudden I see her, she’s now got the big phony tits and everything. She’s totally changed her look."

Bush: "Sheesh, your girl’s hot as shit, in the purple."

Trump: "Whoa! Whoa!"

Bush: "Yes. Yes, the Donald has"

(unintelligible)

Unidentified man: "Wait, wait you’ve got to look at me when you get out and be like ... will you give me the thumbs up? You’ve got to put the thumbs up."

(crosstalk)

Trump: "Alright, you and I will walk down."

(unintelligible)

Trump: "Maybe it’s a different one."

Bush: "It better not be the publicist. No, it’s her. It’s her."

Trump: "Yeah, that’s her, with the gold. I’ve got to use some Tic Tacs, just in case I start kissing her. You know I’m automatically attracted to beautiful — I just start kissing them. It’s like a magnet. I just kiss. I don’t even wait. And when you’re a star, they let you do it. You can do anything."

Unidentified man: "Whatever you want."

Trump: "Grab them by the pu**y. You can do anything."

Unidentified man: "Yeah, those legs, all I can see is the legs."

Trump: "Oh, it looks good."

Unidentified man: "Come on, shorty."

Trump: "Oh, nice legs, huh?"

Bush: "Oof, get out of the way, honey. Oh, that’s good legs. Go ahead."

Trump: "It’s always good if you don’t fall out of the bus. Like Ford. Gerald Ford, remember?"

Bush: "Down below. Pull the handle."

Trump: "Hello. How are you? Hi."

Arianne Zucker: "Hi, Mr. Trump. How are you? Pleasure to meet you."

Trump: "Terrific, terrific. You know Billy Bush?"

Bush: "Hello, nice to see you. How are you doing, Arianne?"

Zucker: "I’m doing very well, thank you. (To Trump) Are you ready to be a soap star?"

Trump: "We’re ready, let’s go. Make me a soap star. "

so in short he's a horrible human being who some might even call him not human and to me I do think he's a human, the worst type man he talks about taking away the fundamental right of freedom and choice every human should have, And it's awful someone like him shouldn't be in office he is narcissistic and trigger happy, At best, he's a criminal; at worst, a despotic tyrant, I and many other women of our nation who aren't clouded and judgment would say that he's the type of man that once woman ride under his heel to kneel and obey at every Conservative command, Oh and one more thing not just to the person I'm replying to but others who might be listening and reading America doesn't speak ONLY English, America doesn't even have an Official languages, America doesn't have an Official religion we are a religious Null zone the freedom of religion, Many Americans believe the United States was founded as a Christian nation but no its founding documents prioritize religious freedom and do not create a Christian nation. those papers created and protected what many of us are fighting to protect today and till the end of our beautifully stupid and complex nation, sons and daughters many of which are fighting to protect free will and everything else that encompasses human birthright to freedom, all human beings are born free and equal in dignity and rights. They are endowed with reason and conscience and should act towards one another in a spirit of siblingship. you all should be ashamed of helping break it. because one thing that dictators never seem to get is that humans have conscious, they're always going to try to make it through whatever their oppressor is putting them through whether that be hiding in self-preservation because they want to live or speaking out and rioting because they also want to live. I just want to say thank you to all of the countries who are supporting us I am so sorry for failing you all even if I couldn't vote as I registered late I am so sorry to for the ones who did vote, for the republicans who failed you all and I Maria am sorry to the fellow democrats who did try but we might not be dealing with everything good Right now but we shouldn't be dealing with it alone, I would just like to say I was born a Christian but I for a long time now have been leaning agnostic because I believe that there is someone watching and helping but I don't believe that I as a human being have the right to give it a name, a gender like what if it already has one that would be disrespectful, and I think that Mr. trump should stop acting like a deity because it's extremely Unprofessional and rude to it, He should step down from the throne he believes is rightfully his before he gets scorched by his own hubris.

sincerely from AMM; anywho thanks for coming to my ted talk

[celestiall0tus]

Reawakening - Soul

Table of Contents

            Psyche sat curled up as a swan on Zoe’s bed in the evening sunlight. She sighed contently as she drifted off to sleep.

            “I did it! I got the part!” Zoe cheered as she entered the room.

            Psyche jumped and honked. She took several deep breaths before she calmed. Zoe ran up, holding the script in a death grip.

            “You were right! I crushed the auditions and got the leading role.”

            Psyche smiled and transformed into her kwami form. “Marvelous! Absolutely marvelous, cygnet. Congratulations!”

            Zoe beamed, then looked away sheepishly. “You’ll still help me practice, right?”

            “Of course! Remember, you are a shining soul of untapped skill and potential my dear cygnet. And like any swan, you will spread your dazzling wings and stun the crowds with your spiritual radiance.”

            Zoe smiled softly. “Thank you. It’s nice having another person believe in me. I mean, sure there’s, well, Dad but not really my dad, you know?”

            “The man that claims you as his daughter but didn’t raise you or assist in the process of your creation and really just sees you as a validation for his buried passions?”

            Zoe sighed. “Yes, that one.”

            “I don’t like him. Or the harpy. She thought she was more radiant than I. The absolute blasphemy! The only one as radiant as I is that pompous peacock and only by a technicality.”

            “You didn’t get into another fight with Mom, did you?”

            Psyche opened her mouth when there was a knock. She and Zoe exchanged glances before Zoe answered it. Ondine smiled and waved sheepishly.

            “Ondine? What brings you here?”

            “Um, could I speak with Psyche? Terra suggested I speak with her about my problem.”

            “Of course! Come in.”

            Ondine stepped inside and took a seat on the couch. Zoe joined her with Psyche. Terra poked his head out of Ondine’s bag.

            “Psyche!” Terra called.

            Psyche beamed. “Terra!”

            The pair embraced each other before they settled between the girls.

            “Now, calf, what troubles you?” Psyche asked.

            “Well, I don’t know what to do about my boyfriend, Kim. He made a comment that still bothers me and it’s making it hard to be with him.”

            “What was the comment?” Psyche asked.

            “That… that Chloe was more beautiful and funnier than me.”

            Zoe’s jaw dropped. “He said that in front of you?”

            Ondine nodded.

            “That is troubling. And these words still hold power over you, yes?”

            Tears fell from Ondine’s eyes. “Yes. I want to ignore them, to just move on. I just want to be happy that I’m with him, but I can’t forget them. It hurts so much. Who am I really compared to Chloe?”

            “You’re a kind, amazing, breathtaking lady. You aren’t spiteful, hurtful, or horrendously mean like her. You are so much more than Chloe could ever be.”

            “Why doesn’t it feel that way? Why does it feel like he loves her more than me?”

            Zoe frowned and looked at Psyche.

            “Hmm. Well, you are in a predicament. This is a terrible weight on your soul. You can persevere if you are determined to stay with him. However, I would recommend you let him go.”

            “What? But I… I love him.”

            “Can you claim as much not wanting to be near him? Can you be certain that it doesn’t stress you out being with him? Can you truly stand by these feelings if you dislike his mere presence?”

            Ondine fell silent. Fresh tears fell from her eyes.

            Zoe hugged Ondine tight. “I’m sorry he said that. You deserved so much more.”

            Ondine took a sharp breath. She broke down in sobbing fits and clung to Zoe.

[emma-is-swaggy-and-epic]

My takes on the 6 other human souls from undertale (+ their stories) also TW: A LOTTA DEATH!!!!

Sharpay was always a bit of a cynical little girl, always carrying a toy knife from a kitchen playset wherever she went; despite that, she loved to explore and always found herself in danger, one day she went out while her family wasn't looking and accidentally fell into the underground. There she was taken in by toriel, sharpay wasn't very trusting of toriel at first and wanted to attack her as soon as she saw her but instead decided to simply just wait and see if toriel had bad intentions before doing so, and so sharpay lived in the ruins for a few days before unfortunately falling off the balcony to her death while chasing a froggit

Zach was sharpay's older brother; he was very protective of sharpay, obsessed with every single sport you can imagine and was always there to help those who needed it. After the dissappearence of his little sister, zach had decided to go out and look for her when he too had fell into the underground. He exited the ruins and entered snowdin completely oblivious to the fact that sharpay died, zach soon met the same fate after being found by a royal guard and was killed

Cygnet never spoke to a lot of people, they were always caught up in their ballet classes and always planning their next show; to many people this gave them a sense of mystery and even beauty. Outside of ballet, they had an interest in interpretive dance and had preferred communicating through such whenever they could. After they fell into the underground (i couldn't think of how they did so, soz) and made their way through, they came across waterfall and absolutely loved it there. Soon they met undyne and knew that she was going to kill them; after hearing all the stories of how the monsters were trapped there and needed human souls to break the barrier, cygnet ultimately decided to sacrifice themself

Skai was a nerd in every sense of the word; they always felt as though every small detail was important enough to jott down in their many, many notebooks.....that being said: they didn't have many friends due to how antisocial they were, despite this, they seemed to have had some kind of insane luck (i imagine it being similar to how nagito's luck works in danganronpa 2). One day while studying various flora and fauna in the woods, they accidentally fell into the underground. They were able to escape various royal guards and survived several near death experiences until they reached waterfall and met gerson who then decided to take them under his wing. Unfortunately though, someone had found skai and reported them to the royal guard...skai wasn't lucky enough to survive

Cider was an orphan who lived at the same orphanage frisk would eventually end up at before the events of undertale, unfortunately she stayed at the orphanage for so long that she became too old for people to want to adopt her so she decided to help take care of the children instead; her favorite thing to do was cooking and generally just helping out in the kitchen. She especially grew attached to a specific little boy named dusty and had plans of adopting him once she became an adult, one day while playing outside with dusty they both had fell into the underground. After a while the two were confronted by royal guards and cider let herself be caught to give dusty a chance to escape

Dusty was another orphan, he was a very energetic and cheerful human who was obsessed with cowboy movies and dreamed of one day BECOMING a cowboy, he had always hung around with cider and saw her as an older sister figure. After falling into the underground and losing cider, dusty had begun to believe that cider was kidnapped due to not actually seeing her get killed and that the monsters were evil so he made it his goal to try and "save" her....unfortunately he was but a stupid 5 year old and was immediantly killed by the very first royal guard that saw him...

[voidcodex]

━ @hymnoire

They were born with carnage instilled in their bones, raised to carve their own carcass into cathedrals for pseudo-pastors to bury every man-made horror between the ridges, taught to serve as executioners with a noose tied around their throats. Jaeyeon, engulfed by Cronus, his mere existence dyed in the guts of a moribund Earth. The swans imprisoned in a gilded cage, waltzing with wings torn off their scapulars under Mother's gaze. Neither reminiscent of a yesterday without wounds, neither aware they are bound to the same altar. They listen to their executioner’s croon, close their eyes as the blade presses to their flesh and believe one day the scriptures would be written about them.

Ever since Olympus´s Biochemical Engineering Branch established an alliance with House of Misericorde, the place had grown into a second home after Seoul´s headquarters. When he may no longer breathe, his father sends his most prized creation to the outskirts of London, the city's grief embracing him in days of washed-out watercolor and sleepless evenings. In this sanctum, Kaeleena is his sole divinity. 

Jaeyeon prefers the marble corridors to the stifling halls of his research facility. A third of his time is spent reveling in the beauty of House of Misericorde, marveling at the amount of books amassed on its shelves and the acres of pastures stretching beyond them. Amidst every corner of the estate, he often finds himself seeking slivers of Gaya, any fragment which might aid either of them in filling the gaps of her consciousness. Any thread which might somehow close the proximity between them. Soon he realizes, in House of Misericorde the seams binding Gaya and Kaeleena are yet to be undone. In the oil canvases, in old photographs, the twins remain together. Another third is spent gazing at the swans from the stone carved balcony of Kaeleena´s office, reminiscing of a past which does not belong to him. Some evenings, he hallucinates a cygnet´s wail somewhere under the floorboards along with Kaeleena´s voice until her lullaby draws him to slumber. The last is left unsaid. Every hour past midnight is spent in conversations elaborating reports of previous missions, renditions of wormholes shared between both institutions and displays of genetic manipulation at a molecular level. And Kaeleena resembles the ghost of his father. All recollections of his past visits to Misericorde grow faint with the next. The dread accompanying these has dwindled into a grim comfort.In Seoul, he almost finds himself yearning to be cast away once more. 

A stranger´s slaughterhouse feels far less gruesome than home. 

His fingertips ghost along an intrinsic cartograph outlining the first prototype for a future subjects´ mind, despite its structure being construed by Kaeleena´s own genius, any contribution made from his part leaves a lingering sense of self-contempt, the first prodrome of rotting into his own version a Cronus. 

“Mine´s anything like this one?” Before his thoughts may swarm over the revolting irony of it, he latches on to the fact he is no different from the corpse designed between them. “Dr. Shin mentioned something about impressive progress in the last few months, possibility of performing invasive procedures in a near future”. The inked traces lead his gaze to a delicate set of fingers, the violence corroding these only evident through the precision of each motion, up the pristine white fabric of her sleeve, until his gaze settle on her features. A myriad of questions hang between his lips about the uncanny resemblance to her sister, about the cannibalization of a swan torturing her own kind as an act of devotion, about the hope she may hold even the slightest affection for them in her own manner. Her eyes betray the misconstrued image of purity. “Gods rarely get involved with their creations” Often cast them from heaven and watch them claw through Gomorrah as the faithful tear them to dregs. In an act of mercy, Kaeleena is the first to break her own cygnets enough before spreading their wings, to gather their remnants and promise to morph them into something better. “Is it different for a Mother?”

[crvptydgaming]

Cygnet: Marigold! You won't believe what happened this morning! ZAX told me there was important mail so I-

Marigold: We got into the local vault.

[theoldaeroplane]

Man; this last year has been so strange for me in terms of my perception of myself.

It has been not quite a year since I said to my [redacted] that my fussiness over people at my work not following any sensible structure in their code was so strong that you would almost think I'm autistic. I'm not sure why it was that idle thought, specifically, that made me start researching what having autism actually looks like. It was such a tremendous breakthrough for me once I started reading, in a way it hasn't been for some friends that have offhandedly mentioned they thought they might be autistic. (It's possible they're having their own breakthroughs in private, but I don't think so.)

Suddenly I had Explanations for why I am the way I am. I had the language. I didn't have to constantly fall back on "I guess I'm just overly sensitive" or "I'm weird like that" with no obvious cause.

On the heels of this, and I mean like three weeks after I started reading, I began to suspect I might have ADHD as well. I've suspected this in the past, I even took a test, but I was told I didn't have it. And they were the professional, and I paid hundreds of dollars for that test, so surely it meant I didn't have it, right? My problems with time and attention and memory must just be quirks. I must just not care enough.

Buddy.

Earlier this year I finally got an appointment with a psychiatrist, who asked me some questions and gave me a prescription. It had to change a few times before we found one that balanced side effects and symptom relief.

I can't tell you how strange it's been to watch my perception of myself change. For most of my life, I was told I was weird, lazy, that I didn't care enough, that I was too sensitive, that I needed to try harder, that I had so much potential I wasn't living up to, that I was acting different on purpose, that I thought I was so special. I internalized all of it. I believed all of it. What else could I do? I was a kid. Something was wrong and the adults in my life decided it was those things.

No one ever thought I might be autistic. No one ever suggested I might have ADHD. Not even my dad, who also has ADHD, who is probably autistic himself.

I do my best not to be bitter. The world was different when I was a kid. Information was hard to come by and we were poor. For all that I've come to hate my mother I understand that she herself was struggling heavily with her own mental health. I'm angry I slipped under the radar, but I don't know if anyone can really be blamed. And being angry can't change the past. All I can do now is move forward.

I have to remind myself, often, that I am a good person. (The fact I was raised to believe that all people are inherently wicked is another post.) That I am trying my best, and operating under a fundamentally broken system that is intolerant to people who don't fit its borders. That if the screaming and shaming and self-flagellating were going to work they would have done so by now. That my brain is built in such a way that causes it to constantly feel both over- and under-stimulated. That I'm not broken.

I was, as the story goes, a cygnet being raised by ducks, who simply got more and more frustrated when their strange duckling did not act the way a duckling should.

Well. I guess I'm a swan now. A swan with baggage, which is a funny image. I can't quack, but I can trumpet. And I have wings so powerful that they can break bones. (Just go with the metaphor.) More importantly, I know I'm not a duck, and I'm learning I don't have to keep trying to be one.

[ball-of-butter]

“norta is north america” too bad no it isn’t it’s south america now

[hibernationfibres]

Mushroom Pals made for MY amazing pal @ledzephlin , inspired by their wonderful drawings !!! ILY bestie!

Pattern: Improvised!

Yarn: the bodies, spots, and the undersides of the caps are random scrap DK - held double for the big one! The red cap is Rowan Felted Tweed in I believe the shades ‘scarlet’ and ‘ginger’ held together- which turned out absolutely gorgeous in person. Yellow cap is Rowan Felted Tweed in ‘cumin’ held together with brown scrap DK, and the big purple cap is ‘Cygnet Seriously Chunky’ in ‘Dragon’ with James C Brett ‘Lazy Days’ in ‘Mustard’ for the accents (both leftover from my Halloween Sweater!)

[yabusame-houlen-official]

I feel like the tumblr folk will be pleased to hear about my potential observation of a "Gay Interspecies Duck Polycule"

Infodump below the "Keep reading"

There's this one duck that likes to chill on this one dock nearby my backyard at this location. It's a dock underneath a tree, probably a very comfy place. A few days ago, I happened to notice two other ducks joined this one.

Today, at around 8pm (20:00), I noticed there were four ducks, including one that was kinda dark that I couldn't ID. I grab my binoculars and notice that said duck I could not ID was, in fact, a male Wood Duck (which was a new bird species for me!). The other ducks I saw were two male Mallards, and either a female Mallard or an American Black Duck of unknown sex (I'm leaning ABD purely because I didn't see any white on its wings but I DID see blue). The four ducks were just... chilling on a dock together, until one decided to go into the water (a lake). The three other ducks quickly followed, and they swam out of my view. I sat around, listening for birds and looking around, and after a few minutes, all four of them came swimming back, right into my view.

Now, a brief thing to note is that Mallards (and to a lesser but still quite high degree, other types of ducks) have one/some of the highest observed rates of homosexuality in ANY animal. Ducks (and geese and swans) also REALLY like to have sex with anything remotely duck-like. They also have uh... fairly high rates of necrophilia. But the point here is that there's a LOT of hybridization going on with ducks (and geese and swans), like by FAR the most common kinds of hybrid birds spotted. Even I've seen hybrids of these species (granted, it was a domestic/Canadian goose hybrid, but I feel my point still stands here somewhat). Interspecies homosexuality was observed between a domestic goose (rest in peace Thomas the bisexual goose) and a black swan. Also, Thomas helped raise his black swan husband's cygnets, alongside the cygnets' mother.

This leads me to believe that not only are there homosexual ducks that happen to love to chill right near where I live, they are also cross-species dating.

[dansnaturepictures]

09/07/2023-RSPB Strumpshaw Fen

Pictures taken in this set: 1. A lovely Grey Heron, a key bird of the weekend trip. 2. The majestic Marsh Harrier we so enjoyed seeing from a hide, seeing others well on the walk round. They are such beautiful and striking birds, one I do really love seeing and I've had a fantastic year for them so far. 3. Follow the leader: Mute Swan cygnets. 4. Delicate meadowsweet and great willowherb. 5, 7, 8, 9 and 10. Views at this picturesque Fen reserve including of the expansive and lovely River Yare. 6. A Woodpigeon with a twig in its mouth on a gate which was a feel good and quirky image to take away from the day.

It really was a brilliant walk round this rich reserve, with seeing my first ever Norfolk Hawkers - exquisite emerald eyed dragonflies dashing around stream and vegetation - the key moments from the day. I feel so lucky we saw them. Brown Hawker, Black-tailed Skimmer, Emperor, possible Southern Hawker and Common Blue Damselfly, Banded Demoiselle and darter were other great dragon and damselflies to see. Comma, Red Admiral white butterflies including Small White and Green-veined White I believe, Large Skipper, Silver Y moth, Kestrel, Sedge Warbler, Jay, Swift, Common Tern, Great Crested Grebe and chicks which was good to see somewhere different to Lakeside, Little Grebe, Mallard and ducklings, Great White Egret a very key bird of the weekend away, ladybird, possible ladybird larva, Common Red Soldier beetle and a marvelous Muntjac Deer shuffling over the path right at the end - a magical and euphoric moment I love seeing them - were other highlights. Other key plants of the many seen on the walk were hemp agrimony, purple and yellow loosestrife, white clover, pineappleweed, heath-spotted orchid, self-heal, herb-Robert, red campion, marsh bedstraw, hedge woundwort, thistle, bird vetch, valerian and plantain.