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[allfryam]

thanksgiving feast

in honor of thanksgiving coming up, I wanted to write a super short weight gain story. Let me know if yall like it!

mark had been away at college for a few months and he loved it. He liked all his classes, his roommate was cool, and the food was especially great. It had a bit of an effect on his waistline however. Mark had never been in shape or anything, but he never weighed more than 145 pounds. But recently, he had stepped on the scale to see 163 pounds. He had surpassed the freshman 15 and it was noticeable. He tried to wear baggy clothes to hide it, but it was the first thing his mom noticed when he walked in the door. “Jesus Christ. How much junk have you eaten? You look like a damn pig.” She sighed and walked away without properly greeting him. His dad passed away when he was little and she hasn’t been the same since. His two little brothers were nicer. They greeted him and asked him about college before teasing him for his beer belly. Marks mom kept commenting about how disgusting he was every time he would grab a snack. Before Thanksgiving dinner, when all of marks family had arrived, all of the fat comments kept coming. “I didn’t know you could have a dad bod without being a dad.” “I bet they have a McDonald’s on campus” “I bet you’re excited for the feast” after an hour of this, mark couldn’t take it anymore. He decided that he would eat so much at this feast that it would make all of them uncomfortable. When it was time to eat. Mark was the first to the kitchen, loading his plate high with mashed potatoes, turkey, Mac and cheese, ham, greens, stuffing, cornbread, and gravy. He got some odd looks as he sat down, but mark dug in. He was eating like he never had before. His stomach grew and grew but he wasn’t done. He finished his plate quick and he got up for more. His bloated stomach began pushing against his buttoned up shirt, and the buttons started to strain. He soon got up for a third plate, and he was having a great time. He took one large bite into some turkey and he heard a pop. He looked down to see one of the buttons on his shirt was gone. His fat stomach was peeking through the hole it created. Mark didn’t even flinch. As everyone at the table looked at him with judgmental eyes, he kept eating. When he was bored of the meal, he got up for dessert. He got a slice of pumpkin pie, apple pie, pecan pie, chocolate chip cookies, ice cream, cranberry sauce, and an entire chocolate cake. “You guys don’t mind if I take off my shirt right?” Mark asked sarcastically. He took it off and fully revealed his distended gut. He undid his belt and let out a burp. He had to make room for dessert after all. He tore through the food and grunted like an animal as his stomach began to hurt from being so full. But he couldn’t stop. His brothers were cheering him on as he started on the chocolate cake. He slammed his face into it and laughed as he ate it without his hands. By the end of the night, mark was sprawled out on the couch with his gut sitting happily on top of him. He had passed out in his underwear but when he awoke, the scale said he weighed 180 pounds. He was proud. Maybe he shouldn’t lose this weight after all.

[fioiswriting]

Random bribes of Aemond x niece!Reader

[TW : 18+, explicit, blowjob, nsfw, dom/sub undertones]

Find yourself a significant other willing to RP with you omg I swear that’s so good 😭❤️ I've been RPing with my girlfriend for months now (I write my OC's POV and she writes Aemond's POV), but omg she writes Aemond so well, there are feels, there is angst, there is unhinged Aemond with a god complex, it's edgy, there is anything I need I wish you could read it!!  We just got to B&C yesterday but we’ve already reached 75’755 words and 145 pages haha oops. Now I kinda want to turn this RP into a Aemond x strong/velaryon!niece!reader (again) fanfiction if she's ok with that 👉🏻👈🏻

Once she wrote this and I still think about it on a daily basis, I need to share it with you (and try to convince her to write content for you 🤭) : 

Once he'd unfastened his doublet, he sent the piece of leather waltzing behind him and sat down in the green velvet armchair beside the fireplace. His heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to burst out of his chest. Positioned like that, with his legs spread and one hand resting on his thigh, he seemed to own the room.  "Come," he said, in a voice made hoarse by desire. He patted his leg briefly, looking down at her patronisingly, his chin raised. But when she rose to walk over to him, he stopped her immediately, clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth. "No, I want you to crawl." An almost sadistic smile appeared on his lips as he saw the incomprehension in her eyes. The idea that his attitude was cruel briefly crossed his mind. After all, what had happened to the young boy in love with his niece, the one who kept telling everyone that he would marry her when they finally grew up? The one who still dreamed of happiness and simple joys? The thought crossed his mind, of course, but it disappeared as soon as it came, driven away by the desire that twisted his stomach. When she positioned herself on her knees between his legs, looking up at him from beneath her long lashes, the prince's hand automatically found her cheek. His caress was so tender it almost seemed inappropriate. Too pure a gesture for the filthy acts they were about to commit. "I must admit, your little stunt was brave," he said, grasping her face between his thumb and forefinger, the grip on her cheeks mean, "but you deserve a proper punishment...". His voice sounded pensive, his expression reflective. As if he were thinking about the correction he could give her. "However, I'm in a merciful mood today." With his long fingers, Aemond began to undo the front of his breeches, letting his erection spring free. He was hard, painfully so, and the release from this fabric prison was like a relief. With his free hand, he wrapped his fingers around his manhood to stroke it back and forth a few times. It almost looked like a lesson, to show his wife what he expected of her.  He wanted her devoted, docile, submissive. He wanted her to be obedient, a slave to his pleasure. Like a toy, a plaything he could use to relieve the tension that strained his whole body and made his skin buzz. The prince knew she was capable of it, she had shown him before her eagerness to please him, either kneeling between his legs or lying beneath him.  His gestures were obscene, his air dominant, and yet, apart from a slight flush in his cheeks and his slightly faster-than-usual breathing, his face remained completely impassive. "Come on now, be a good girl and suck your husband's cock," he murmured as his hand slid from her cheek to grab a handful of her hair and guide her lips to his member.

And all I can think of is this picture :

She also wrote this :

"Negotiating a betrothal does not usually mean whoring yourself out, ābrazyris," he said in a detached tone as he took a seat at the other end of the table, "but I imagine you were simply following your mother's example." Attacking Rhaenyra like that was a low blow on his part, he knew. But his desire to hurt her, to make her suffer as he had suffered when he learned of her little escapade at Winterfell, had become impossible to contain. It had become insatiable now, hungry inside him. The monster had been released and he could not put it back in its cage. 

And well sorry I just can't contain everything I feel inside myself haha

[mariamakeslemons]

Spooktober 2024: Day 18 Insanity

Warning: Use of the actors names while talking about fictional characters (hopefully it's clear why, but don't do this in real life), reader is gender neutral

You avoid room 141 to 145, unnerved by the patients that reside in those particular rooms. All four men insist that they are fictional characters from some popular game, but they all look at you like prey. As just an intern nurse, you’re treated the worst of the staff, often given the really bad jobs and forced to do things you don’t want to do, including being forced to interact with 141 to 145.

Walking up, you hold the tray holding their pills steady as the first door opens.

“Hello, Love,” Barry greets you, smiling under his imperial beard.

“Good afternoon, Mister Sloane,” you reply. His smile drops and his fist clenches as he stares at you.

“I’ve told you, my name is John Price,” he intones, a warning. You simply swallow and hand him the pills. He blows a sigh out of his nose, but takes the cup, knocking all the pills back at once, making you panic, despite seeing him and the others pull this a few times. You take back the cup with a strained smile, especially when he rubs at the back of your hand, before hurrying out the door.

Next is Samuel Roukin, a mammoth of a man who just stares at you. The only reason you know he believes himself to be some character is that he answers to Ghost and follows Mister Sloane’s orders like a subordinate to their superior.

“Good afternoon, Mister Roukin,” you greet, stepping into the room. He looks up at you, completely silent as he rises and walks up to you. You swallow nervously as he purposefully towers over you, shakily handing him the cup of pills. Maintaining eye contact, he downs them all like Mister Sloane did, before silently handing the cup back. You nod and scurry out, shaken as you usually are by his silent behavior. Like he’s observing you for weakness.

Taking a moment, you regather yourself before entering Neil Ellice’s room. The man’s head snaps up as you enter the room, and a grin crosses his face.

“Bonnie nurse, back t’ heal mae soul,” he greets, his eyes focuses on you like a predator. You offer a still strained smile.

“Good afternoon, Mister Ellice,” you greet, handing over the pills. Mister Ellice pouts, but he takes the pills nonetheless. Once those are swallowed down, he leans in.

“C’mon, sweet thing,” he whispers, completely focused on you, “Ah’m Soap, nae Neil Ellice. Don’ even ken where tha’ name came from.” You tremble, taking a few shaky steps back before scrambling away, rushing out the door and closing it quickly. You turn and lean against the door, fighting back your shaking. You work through a few breathing exercises you’ve looked up, blinking back tears of fear. And you have one more to do.

Last for his pills is Elliot Knight, who’s the prettiest of the men but also gives you the chills. There’s something about how he looks at you, that screams manipulation. Swallowing again, you reluctantly enter.

“Good afternoon, Mister Kight,” you greet, freezing when he looks up and smiles at you.

“C’mon, Lovely,” he coos, “Call me Gaz.” You offer another strained smile and just hand over his pills. Mister Knight huffs, giving a playful grin before downing the pills. He hands the cup back and walks calmly back to his bed, allowing you to leave without any fuss. Taking another breath to calm down, you finally gather your things and leave the hall, shaking the whole way.

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“Poor thing,” Price huffs with a shake of his head, the others gathered at the table in the hospital rec room, “Doesn’t even remember t’ call me by my name.”

“They think Barry Sloane is y’r name,” Ghost points out, throwing down two cards and accepting two more from Gaz.

“Yeh think we can get t’ Kate soon, Captain?” Soap asks, pouting at his cards and exchanging one. Price huffs as Gaz continues to handle the deck for their game of 5 draw, all of them keeping a subtle eye on the guards around the room and the patients wandering around. Honestly, Price doesn’t understand how he and his boys ended up in a mental hospital, especially after just going to bed and waking up in a strange place. Sooner or later, something will make sense and his team will be released. Perhaps with the sweet thing that brings them their pills.

[niennawept]

Ack! Absolutely interested in your Nerdanel WIP! <3 Any snippet or info please :)

Hi there! Thank you for asking about this one! You made me write a little more.

This WIP is a post-Darkening fic to explore the grief Nerdanel feels in the wake of her husband and sons taking the Oath, the news of the Kinslayings, and their sailing for Beleriand.

Word count: 145

cw: grief

That thing is stalking her again. Prowling in the shadow beyond where her eyes can see. No one listens to her when she speaks of it. Nerdanel is half-mad, they say when they think she is beyond hearing them. She, in the courtyard; they, in the upper balconies of her father’s house. She needs rest and quiet and time. But it is real. She knows it is real. Like all the parts of her that Fëanor had loved, it does not know how to retreat. It will consume her. It is only a matter of when. She moves with restless energy when all the house sleeps. Walking in the blunt darkness of the wilting gardens. No light Telperion sheds on her path and her eyes strain to see in the more subtle glow of stars. The stone path is so cold under her bare feet.

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((A message from DerpyChoCho )) -- CW: hypnosis, unreality, eye strain -- Take a deep breath. Relax. It's... "Just an Experiment"

A VN Game by DerpyChoCho Voice acting by @davetasticdave Megalosomnia AU by @megalommi

Play it here

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* You try your best to recall.

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Wake up soon, pet.

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[canmom]

Animation Night 145: Brid Bard

...Bard Brid? Sorry, the line’s not very clear here. Say again...

Oh, Brad Bird?

OK, so. Imagine there’s a really dad-like guy who directs movies. Someone for a lot of nostalgia for his childhood during which, Cold War not withstanding, he was impassioned by witnessing The Jungle Book (not unlike a certain Richard Williams) and encouraged by supportive parents to pursue animation. And it went well. Really well. Our boy Brad got an ‘unprecedented’ internship at Disney with Milt Kahl(!) off the back of his film The Tortoise and the Hare, had a chill time at high school, then went to CalArts on scholarship where he studied alongside John Lasseter (keep an eye on him. not just because he might sexually assault somebody but also because he’ll be in this story later), Tim Burton and Henry Selick.

In short, about the most direct and uncomplicated route into animation you can imagine.

Brad Bird joined Disney (their investment paying off) in 1978, working on films like The Fox and the Hound and The Black Cauldron, but soon clashed with the studio heads who he judged not to be upholding principles he believed Disney represented. (He would be vindicated in a way by Don Bluth throwing down the gauntlet a few years later and kicking off the ‘Disney Renaissance’.) One of his last contributions must have been to The Brave Little Toaster, where he worked alongside the future founders of Pixar.

There followed a few years in which he moved to the SF Bay Area (perhaps not so gentrified back then(?) but Bird definitely had money), pitching projects left and right. One of his big passions was to adapt the comic book The Spirit. Mostly he tried experiments that didn’t pan out, like making a CG film at Lucasfilm with Ed Catmull, later founder of Pixar. He worked on The Plague Dogs (AN 86) until he got fired again.

Nevertheless, his reel of hypothetical films did catch the eye of Steven Spielberg, who absorbed Bird into his company Amblin Entertainment in order to expand his short film The Family Dog, co-created with Tim Burton, into an episode of the anthology series Amazing Stories. (Family Dog would later spawn a disastrous spin-off series in 1993, but by this point Bird had moved on). I think it’s worth noting this one because it gives a sense of what sort of original ideas Bird is working with: a dysfunctional suburban family as seen through the eyes of their dog. ‘Dysfunctional suburban family’ would be the centre of... almost every single one of Bird’s works since.

Bird continued to work under Spielberg’s wing, still clashing with execs; he got straight-married in this time to film editor Elizabeth Canney. Things seemed to be going well enough, despite his frustrations - until his sister Susan was killed in a murder-suicide by her estranged husband. This understandably fucked with him pretty hard. After a few years of depression he recovered, enough to take an invitation to work on The Simpsons in 1989 after Matt Groening was impressed by the cinematography in Family Dog. (Seriously he’s connected to just about everyone in the animation industry!) He continued on the Simpsons throughout the early 90s, working part-time to ‘oversee the script-to-animation pipeline’ and introduce this same filmic sensibility, as well as contributing to other animated sitcoms like The Critic and King of the Hill.

Let’s fast forward to the end of the 90s. As we’ve discussed... many times on this webbed site, this is when the steam of the ‘Disney Renaissance’ was about to run out, and the new CG era was about to begin. Our boy Brad, meanwhile, is struggling trying to juggle being a Dad(TM) with spending all his time making animated films. Which leads to Brad writing... a story about a suburban family strained by one of them being a superhero, yeah.

But Brad wouldn’t get to make this film just yet. Instead, his successful pitch was something called Ray Gunn, a scifi story about a detect in an Art-Deco retrofuturistic world. This movie also did not get made... but it’s because Warner bought up the studio Turner that was making it, and shut down Ray Gunn. Instead, they offered Bird a different animated film with a nostalgic bent, adapting childrens’ book The Iron Man by Ted Hughes, which was in its turn written to help his children cope with the death of his wife Sylvia Plath (yeah that Sylvia Plath!). Bird liked the pacifist themes of the novel, but while the children’s book has the feeling of a parable, he gave it a concrete setting in the 50s, and centered the story on the paranoia of the Cold War, seen from the point of view of an innocent boy.

So with this first movie we see start to see the major preoccupations of Brad Bird come into play (though he did not write the screenplay in this case). The Iron Giant comes in the middle of a brief handful of traditionally animated films made by Warner to ride on the coattails of Disney; the others include Space Jam and Osmosis Jones. They were by and large not very successful; The Iron Giant was the one critical success but failed for blah blah marketing y’know reasons. Like most of Bird’s films, the core relationship is a father [figure]-son one, in this case beatnik artist Dean who lives in a junkyard and ends up becoming surrogate father to nine-year-old protagonist Hogarth.

The themes of the film are pretty on the nose: in an idyllic American small town (Bird explicitly referred to Norman Rockwell and sitcom character Ward Cleaver) masking severe paranoia falls a harmless alien robot. It’s viewed as a threat by everyone but the social outcast and the child. The military get called in, gung-ho to throw around their toys; by the time the townspeople figure out that they’ve been huge cunts, a missile is in the air. What saves everyone is the fact that our nine-year-old protagonist has gone to the effort of teaching the Giant good old American values, so it goes and intercepts the missile in a heroic sacrifice... undercut with a final hint that it can regenerate. In fact Bird originally planned an ending where full scale war breaks out between the US and USSR, but ultimately this was softened.

What sells it is charming character animation. The production seems to be the opposite of most animated film stories: meticulously planned, prevised and storyboarded, while making effective use of cel-shaded CG for vehicles and mecha scenes, putting it among the first works to experiment in that direction. In another anime-like touch, the animation of the film was divided up by scene rather than by character.

And, within the American full animation tradition, it’s probably one of the only films to address the Cold War at all. Of course there are others from other countries! When The Wind Blows is probably the most direct; anime is rarely directly about the Cold War (the Future War 198X controversy excepted) but it’s implicit in most works that deal with sci-fi and military themes such as Akira. And in modern times, now that it’s History and serious animated dramas are more accepted, you get films like Funan about the Cambodian genocide. In the USSR... it’s complicated.

But in America... while animation studios were recruited en masse to produce WWII propaganda, for the most part animated films from the 50s through to the 80s don’t really touch on the war. They adopt mythological past settings, or tell stories closer to home. Perhaps by the time of The Iron Giant, with the war over, and the specific setting now 50 years in the past, it was considered safe enough.

The characters of Bird’s film are very much archetypal. It’s kind of a fable about the Cold War, and in the final edit of the script, a reassuring one. The ‘illusion of life’ animation techniques are used to imbue each character with enough charm and specificity but they are largely defined by their roles. I’m not saying this to criticise; this is precisely the model of film that American animation specialises in and it uses it to very good effect. Ultimately though because it’s a fable, you can only take so much from it.

Despite the commercial failure of The Iron Giant, it did finally give Brad some clout as a director. A certain John Lasseter to a new studio that was making serious waves in animation... yeah, you know them, it’s Pixar. I wrote about early Pixar back on Animation Night 75, so go check that out if you like.

At Pixar, Bird ended up directing the studio’s sixth film, finally getting a chance to follow up on his pitch for The Incredibles which features... that’s right... a suburban family with a beleaguered father in a setting designed to nostalgically reference a mid-20th-century American aesthetic. Mmm.

By this time, Pixar movies had started to establish a formula. The characters would be some kind of high concept centering on characters like toys, bugs, monsters or fish that wouldn’t face the limits of rendering humans. Usually they would center on a duo of male characters who would start off at odds and but gradually build a bond over the course of the film. They’d be suitable for kids but have enough comedy to amuse adults. There would be a villain to overcome, and a wider sphere of quirky buddies to support the main duo. Women would be almost nonexistent. At this time, it seemed that Pixar could do absolutely no wrong; their films were basically always hits.

But even so, I remember when The Incredibles came out. It hit the nerd sphere like a bomb. I remember all the memes about Edna Mode (voiced Brad Bird) shouting ‘no capes!’; I also remember the articles that argued that the film was in fact Objectivist propaganda.

Looking back, it’s hard to entirely disagree with them! The thrust of The Incredibles is that an ungrateful public rejects the special superheroes, leading to an end to their romantic days of vanquishing evil and staging dramatic fights on top of trains; now they’re all caught up in the banality of the capitalism. Bob, aka ‘Mr Incredible’, works in a miserable cubicle as an insurance salesman; Helen aka ‘Elastigirl’ is an exhausted suburban housewife trying to rein in somewhat estranged superpowered teenagers. The pencil-necked bureaucrats of Society, you see, have denied them the chance to exercise their special abilities as they did in the romantic past.

But lo! There is a new supervillain after all; it is Syndrome, once a starry-eyed young superhero, who after a rejection by Mr Incredible, came up with a plan to create a high-tech scheme to sell gadgets that would make just about anyone be able to use superpowers - even if, the arc words declare, ‘if everyone is special, no-one is’, a sentiment that basically goes unexamined further. However, his plan to stage a superhero battle to sell these gadgets backfires resulting in an out of control robot. Luckily, the Incredible family have been united over the course of their adventures and can defeat the robot, society reevaluates the superhero issue, and the captains of industry heroes can assume their proper roles of being naturally better than everyone.

It is, looking back with adult eyes, a very strange narrative to be pushing; it’s possible to see the feelings that Bird must have put into it but damn lmao dude’s got some shit to examine. But as a film it’s technically pretty much impeccable, with memorable sequences that got memed about as much as any animated film from the 2000s. It opened ‘families amirite fellas’ as an avenue for Pixar to tell stories about, which they’d dig into much further later with films like Inside Out.

But I won’t spare too any more words on The Incredibles, since I’m not actually planning to show it tonight. No, the other film of Bird’s I’m planning on showing is...

Ratatouille! A film whose influence lasted so long that you’ll get an extended parody even in 2022′s Everything Everywhere All At Once. As far as Pixar high concepts go it’s pretty up there, centering on a food-loving rat Remy who befriends a chef and hatches a scheme where he will give instructions by tugging on his hair while hiding under a chef’s hat. This concept was not due to Bird but to Jan Pinkava, director of Geri’s Game, who had developed the film for years; Bird was pulled in to attempt to salvage what Pixar saw as a hopelessly mired production. Bird, with some reticence, took the established design work, but rewrote the script into something that better fit his tastes in filmmaking. Pinkava for his part refused to comment, but left Pixar not much later.

So the Brad Bird angle enters in the secondary plot, with Remy’s relationship with his dad who doesn’t understand his artistic passion for food. The story is probably what you’d expect given these elements! ‘Probably’ because... I actually haven’t seen this movie, it’s like the one major gap in my knowledge of ‘classic’ Pixar films.

Since Ratatouillie, Bird departed animation and started directing live-action films, including an episode of Mission Impossible that breaks the formula (unless it’s got some kind of dad arc I don’t know about), and Tomorrowland which gets back on the 50s nostalgia train. I haven’t seen any of them so I can’t really comment too much except to say that it sounds like Tomorrowland doubles down harder on the vague Objectivism angle lmao.

But rather than an explicit philosophical conviction, which Brad Bird the self-described ‘centrist’ doesn’t particularly seem to have, it seems more that it’s just a channeling of not entirely examined frustrations about his difficult time getting established as a filmmaker. Bird, it seems, grew up basically being told he was a one of a kind animation genius, and entered the animation industry with a lot of romantic expectations which were frustrated by its reality. It’s easy to read his films as mostly being about how people didn’t understand clever Brad Bird.

Bird is a bit of an odd case in another way. Like basically all animators he rails against the ‘animation is for children’ stereotype of the medium that just doesn’t seem to break, yet his films are very much about archetypal characters with very clearly defined, abstracted arcs. Perhaps that’s just what he’s able to make. But he doesn’t seem to be interested in pushing the envelope anywhere particularly weird or discomforting. Beyond his ambition to bring live action cinematography in to animation, his ‘superpower’, once he got to exercise it, seems to be that he’s very good at planning. His scripts are tightly focused, his productions are on schedule, and he’s the guy you call in when old Jan isn’t finishing his movie on time.

Still, all these criticisms aside, he’s one of the major influences on the subsequent decades of CG films, and his films are consistently very solid. So if you’d like to join me - with apologies for the late start - we’ll be watching The Iron Giant and Ratatouille over at twitch.tv/canmom. Hope to see ya there, films start in about 15 minutes!

[did-i-do-this-write]

Can I do both??? 💬🖋️

:D this was a writeblr game to send emojis for character details or a quote that I'm proud of. You can totally do both (and I'll talk about the character in the follow up you sent me).

For now, I'm hoping to work on Home is Where Your Light Shines Brightest this week again, so have a Yang x Blake snippet from it:

Yang: “The White Fang…” [Blake strains their neck fighting back the tears they feel threatening to break through.] Blake: “It’s why I’m here. I can’t go home, I just can’t. Not while they-” [Blake chokes, unable to finish their sentence. They feel like their legs are about to give out when they feels Yang’s arms catch them and wrap around them.] Yang: “Blake, hey, it’s okay. You’re safe now. They can’t hurt you, I promise.” Blake: “How? How can you promise that?” Yang: “Because. I’ll be right here.” [She pulls away, looking Blake right in the eye.] Yang: “To protect you.”

This ask motivated me to write 145 words for How an Angel Gets Its Wings.

Experiment Total: 50,151

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Academic Article #4: Political and Religious Leaders, Predictive Astrology, and Italian Renaissance

Azzolini, Monica. 2010. "The Political Uses of Astrology: Predicting the Illness and Death of Princes, Kings, and Popes in the Italian Renaissance." Studies in History and Philosophy of Biological and Biomedical Sciences. 41(2): 135-145.

"Indeed, the forceful ban on judicial astrology was not so much motivated by theological arguments, nor by political fears alone (although these certainly existed), but more significantly by the pope’s deeply held belief in this predictive art, and his authentic apprehension for his own life."

This article focuses on judicial astrology, a form of astrology used to predict events in society and people’s lives and was considered morally unaccepted due to these reasons by the Catholic Church. The negative consequences of judicial astrology being a practice of harming others and causing chaos in a society so heavily structured by Catholic beliefs caused it to have a strain on medical astrology. This strain on medial astrology has heavily targeted for criminal offenses and illegitimizing the practice. During the Italian Renaissance, it was extremely popular for people to create and analyze astrological calculations that could predict health issues such as illness and death about rulers in society like kings, princes, and popes. Another factor that influenced this was the various physical media that made it easier for the public to gain access to astrological calculations that could make society leaders vulnerable and illegitimate in citizens/followers’ eyes. This article also demonstrated the necessity people have on controlling their health situations along with their curiosity for others.

[mixergiltron]

Ride the Pineapple Express.

"Now, then!" said a shrill female voice the instant Sam thrust his head in at the door, "what do you want, young man?"

Sam looked round in the direction whence the voice proceeded. It came from a rather stout lady of comfortable appearance, who was seated beside the fireplace in the bar, blowing the fire to make the kettle boil for tea. She was not alone; for on the other side of the fireplace, sitting bolt upright in a high-backed chair, was a man in threadbare black clothes, with a back almost as long and stiff as that of the chair itself, who caught Sam's most particular and especial attention at once.

He was a prim-faced, red-nosed man, with a long, thin countenance, and a semi-rattlesnake sort of eye, —rather sharp, but decidedly bad. He wore very short trousers, and black cotton stockings, which, like the rest of his apparel, were particularly rusty. His looks were starched, but his white neckerchief was not, and its long limp ends straggled over his closely-buttoned waistcoat in a very uncouth and unpicturesque fashion. A pair of old, worn, beaver gloves, a broad-brimmed hat, and a faded green umbrella, with plenty of whalebone sticking through the bottom, as if to counterbalance the want of a handle at the top, lay on a chair beside him; and, being disposed in a very tidy and careful manner, seemed to imply that the red-nosed man, whoever he was, had no intention of going away in a hurry.

To do the red-nosed man justice, he would have been very far from wise if he had entertained any such intention; for, to judge from all appearances, he must have been possessed of a most desirable circle of acquaintance, if he could have reasonably expected to be more comfortable anywhere else. The fire was blazing brightly under the influence of the bellows, and the kettle was singing gaily under the influence of both. A small tray of tea-things was arranged on the table; a plate of hot buttered toast was gently simmering before the fire; and the red-nosed man himself was busily engaged in converting a large slice of bread into the same agreeable edible, through the instrumentality of a long brass toasting-fork. Beside him stood a glass of reeking hot pine-apple rum-and-water, with a slice of lemon in it; and every time the red-nosed man stopped to bring the round of toast to his eye, with the view of ascertaining how it got on, he imbibed a drop or two of the hot pine-apple rum-and-water, and smiled upon the rather stout lady, as she blew the fire.

Here we have the introduction of the Reverend Stiggins,an alcoholic,evangelical minister who bore the brunt of Charles Dickens' satire in his serialization,The Posthumous Papers of the Pickwick Club(generally shortened to just The Pickwick Papers). Now what does Dickens' character have to do with Tiki? Because Plantation rum(now called Planteray Rum) used this character as the inspiration for a pineapple-infused rum. Originally intended to be a limited edition release,it turned out to be popular enough with bartenders that they decided to make it a production item. Additionally,they've also come out with a limited 'smoky' pineapple rum. I've got both and they're excellent. Below are a few mixings I've done with Stiggins,I think you'll enjoy them.

(for some reason,the smoky isn't on their site,so I included a pic so you'd know what to look for)

Mix #145 Siboney

1.5oz aged Jamaican rum 1/2oz pineapple rum 1oz pineapple juice 3/4oz lime juice 1/2oz passionfruit syrup 1/2oz Demerara syrup

Shake with ice. Strain into glass with fresh ice.

A modern version of the drink originally published in Trader Vic's book Rum Cookery & Drinkery (1974),this is sweet and fruity. A nice summer drink.

Mix #146 Reverend's Tai

1.5oz Plantation Stiggins pineapple rum 1/2oz Plantation OFTD rum 1oz lime juice 1/2oz orgeat 1/4oz orange curacao

Shake with ice and pour into Mai Tai glass.

Created by Matt Pietrek,this is the Mai Tai the Reverend would've drank. It's basically a pineapple Mai Tai with some kick from the OFTD. Quite good.

Mix #147 Elusive Dreams

1oz Plantation Stiggins pineapple rum 1oz light rum 1/2oz banana liqueur 1oz pineapple juice 1oz lime juice 3/4oz cinnamon syrup

Shake with ice and double strain into glass.

A modern riff on a Hotel Nacional de Cuba recipe,this is cinnamon on the nose with a banana/pineapple taste and final cinnamon burn. Very nice,if you like the burn you'll love this.

Mix #148 Pineapple Stiggins Daiquiri

2oz Plantation Stiggins Limited Smoky pineapple rum 3/4oz lime juice 1/2oz simple syrup

Shake with ice and strain into chilled coup glass.

Basically a daiquiri made with pineapple rum. Very pineapple-y with some citrus and smoke aftertaste. If you want to try a pineapple daiquiri,this is a good one.

Mix #149 Pineapple Paralysis

1.5oz bourbon whiskey 1/2oz Plantation Stiggins pineapple rum 1oz lemon juice 3/4oz pineapple juice 1/2oz orange curacao 1/2oz orgeat 1/4oz cinnamon syrup 3 drops bitters

Shake or blend with ice and pour into glass or hollowed out coconut.

Created by Eric Bogan of the Inferno Room,this is very bourbon forward and pineapple-y with a cinnamon finish. Bourbon aficionados will dig this. Make with high proof bourbon if you want some serious kick.

Mix #150 Critical Cooler

1.5oz Plantation Stiggins pineapple rum 1.5oz dark rum 2oz pineapple juice 2oz orange juice 1/2oz lime juice 1/2oz grenadine 3/4oz coconut water 1/4oz coconut cream

Shake with ice and strain into glass with fresh ice.

Another Trader Brandon creation from Mystic Libations. Sweet,orange/pineapple-y with a bit of coconut aftertaste. Three ounces of rum give it a good kick. A big drink you'll feel in the morning if you have too many.

So there we have it folks. A century and a half of Tiki drinks. Stay tuned for more as I go for a double.

[doom-gender]

"What the hell did you do to her!" Toni screamed at the intruder, the plastic titted bimbo that took the place of her girlfriend, eagerly shaking her massive juggs around in the strangers face.

The man was tall and had a bit of a stomach which could just barely be seen behind his disheveled dress shirt, not bad looking but not especially kempt. He had a PDA-like device in his hand which he wrote into with a pen, seemingly causing Toni's androgynous lesbian girlfriend to transform into the vapid bimbo before her.

"Every man needs his wife, don't worry this'll just take a moment. Ya' won't even remember I was here, scout's honor." the stranger said

"Change her back! Get out of my house!" Toni yelled again, moving to force the man out, but only a foot away from him her body suddenly froze. "Hey you settle down! Uppity bitch, your parents already paid for this, so just sit still and try to enjoy it." He snipped in a gruff disinterested voice.

"My parents, what are you-" Toni strained as the man scribbled away on his digital notepad. The bimbo that had taken the place of her girlfriend was still desperately shoving her tits in the mans face, seemingly not knowing how to do anything else.

As the man scribbled away into his notepad, Toni began to feel strange. Her head became fuzzy and her eyes lost focus, eventually landing and becoming fixed on the bimbo. She couldn't help but stare at her giant pink lips and bouncy plastic tits. Just outside her periphery, a framed piece of commissioned art work shifted, becoming blurry, before settling back to reality as cheap sports-themed decoration.

Toni's gaze lazily looked over to it "Hhhuh?" she squeaked, her voice partially numbed.

"For a real man, the whole house is a man cave!" the stranger joked.

Toni's eyes shifted to a nearby mirror just in time to catch her body beginning to change. Her painstakingly grown t-girl breasts sunk back into her chest as her hips narrowed and her frame bulked. Her body itched as she exploded with hair all over, her manly musk hitting her nose and making her eyes roll back. Her hair shrunk back into her head down to a nice buzz cut as her muscles bursted out over her whole body. She couldn't help but buck her hips and grunt as her cock grew and rubbed against the inside of her no-longer-skinny jeans.

Her body was the epitome of masculinity, and before she could scream her head shot back as her past was rewritten. Estrogen bottles on the counter became empty beer bottles, a gaming PC became a home gym, and her diverse stylish wardrobe was obliterated by simple and strictly masculine fashion. Tony's brain flooded with new information, overwriting everything before. His IQ dropped from 145 to 90 as years of Fox News eroded all of his progressive beliefs; Tony didn't even know what "transgender" meant now. Finally, the bimbo turned her attention to Tony, her new husband.

Tony came to with the bimbo fawning over him. He chuckled, grabbing her by her tiny bikini. "You forgot dinner again, bitch. Why don't you give Daddy a nice titfuck while he orders out?" he sneers. She giggles as she starts to unbutton his pants, nearly salivating at the thought of his cock.

The stranger smiles, his job was done. He quietly slipped back out of the house, locking the door with the key the two's parents had given to him. All in a days work for Fixer Inc.

[saifulislam89]

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August 22, 2021

Verse: Psalm 119:113-176

Copy God’s word:

113 I hate fickle people, but I love your Instruction. 114 You are my shelter and my shield— I wait for your promise. 115 Get away from me, you evildoers; I want to guard my God's commandments! 116 Sustain me according to your word so I can live! Don't let me be put to shame because of hope. 117 Support me so I can be saved and so I can focus constantly on your statutes. 118 You discard everyone who strays from your statutes because they are dishonest and false. 119 You dispose of all the wicked people on earth like waste— that's why I love your laws. 120 My body shudders because I fear you; I'm in awe of your rules. ayin 121 I've done what is just and right. Don't just hand me over to my oppressors. 122 Guarantee good things for your servant. Please don't let the arrogant oppress me. 123 My eyes are worn out looking for your saving help— looking for your word that will set things right. 124 Act toward your servant according to your faithful love. Teach me your statutes! 125 I'm your servant! Help me understand so I can know your laws. 126 It is time for the LORD to do something! Your Instruction has been broken. 127 But I love your commandments more than gold, even more than pure gold. 128 That's why I walk straight by every single one of your precepts. That's why I hate every false path. pe 129 Your laws are wonderful! That's why I guard them. 130 Access to your words gives light, giving simple folk understanding. 131 I open my mouth up wide, panting, because I long for your commandments. 132 Come back to me and have mercy on me; that's only right for those who love your name. 133 Keep my steps steady by your word; don't let any sin rule me. 134 Redeem me from the people who oppress me so I can keep your precepts. 135 Shine your face on your servant, and teach me your statutes. 136 Rivers of tears stream from my eyes because your Instruction isn't being kept. tsade 137 LORD, you are righteous, and your rules are right. 138 The laws you commanded are righteous, completely trustworthy. 139 Anger consumes me because my enemies have forgotten what you've said. 140 Your word has been tried and tested; your servant loves your word! 141 I'm insignificant and unpopular, but I don't forget your precepts. 142 Your righteousness lasts forever! Your Instruction is true! 143 Stress and strain have caught up with me, but your commandments are my joy! 144 Your laws are righteous forever. Help me understand so I can live! qof 145 I cry out with all my heart: "LORD, answer me so I can guard your statutes!" 146 I cry out to you, "Save me so I can keep your laws!" 147 I meet the predawn light and cry for help. I wait for your promise. 148 My eyes encounter each hour of the night as I think about your word. 149 Listen to my voice, according to your faithful love. LORD, make me live again, according to your justice. 150 The people who love to plot wicked schemes are nearby, but they are so far from your Instruction! 151 But you, LORD, are nearby too, and all your commandments are true. 152 Long ago I learned from your laws that you had established them forever. resh 153 Look at my suffering and deliver me because I haven't forgotten your Instruction. 154 Argue my case and redeem me. Make me live again by your word. 155 Salvation is far from the wicked because they haven't pursued your statutes. 156 You have so much compassion, LORD— make me live again, according to your rules. 157 My oppressors and enemies are many, but I haven't turned away from your laws. 158 I look on the faithless, and I am disgusted because they haven't kept your word. 159 Look at how much I love your precepts. Make me live again, LORD, according to your faithful love! 160 The first thing to know about your word is that it is true and that all your righteous rules last forever. sin and shin 161 Rulers oppress me without cause, but my heart honors what you've said. 162 I'm overjoyed at your word, like someone who finds great treasure. 163 I hate, I absolutely despise, what is false, but I'm in love with your Instruction. 164 I praise you seven times a day for your righteous rules. 165 The people who love your Instruction enjoy peace—and lots of it. There's no stumbling for them! 166 LORD, I wait for your saving help. I do what you've commanded. 167 I keep your laws; I love them so much! 168 I keep your precepts and your laws because all my ways are seen by you. tav 169 Let my cry reach you, LORD; help me understand according to what you've said. 170 Let my request for grace come before you; deliver me according to your promise! 171 Let my lips overflow with praise because you've taught me your statutes. 172 Let my tongue declare your word, because all your commandments are righteous. 173 Let your power help me because I have chosen your precepts. 174 LORD, I long for your saving help! Your Instruction is my joy! 175 Let me live again so I can praise you! Let your rules help me! 176 I've wandered off like a sheep, lost. Find your servant because I haven't forgotten your commandments!

Write your favorite verse:

121 I've done what is just and right. Don't just hand me over to my oppressors. 122 Guarantee good things for your servant. Please don't let the arrogant oppress me. 123 My eyes are worn out looking for your saving help— looking for your word that will set things right. 124 Act toward your servant according to your faithful love. Teach me your statutes! 125 I'm your servant! Help me understand so I can know your laws. 126 It is time for the LORD to do something! Your Instruction has been broken. 127 But I love your commandments more than gold, even more than pure gold. 128 That's why I walk straight by every single one of your precepts. That's why I hate every false path.

Explain verse by verse:

Verses 113-128: Another result of loving God’s word is a hatred of all that is evil and all that hinders the pursuit of good (113-117). God will punish those who deliberately rebel against his word. This is all the more reason why people should fear God and obey him (118-120). In view of his own obedience and God’s promise, the psalmist asks God to save him from those who persecute him and break God’s law (121-124). His enemies despise God’s law, but he delights in it (125-128).

Lesson that you learned from these passages: (summary)

The word of God directs us in our work and way, and a dark place indeed the world would be without it. The commandment is a lamp kept burning with the oil of the Spirit, as a light to direct us in the choice of our way, and the steps we take in that way. The keeping of God's commands here meant, was that of a sinner under a dispensation of mercy, of a believer having part in the covenant of grace. The psalmist is often afflicted; but with longing desires to become more holy, offers up daily prayers for quickening grace. We cannot offer any thing to God, that he will accept but what he is pleased to teach us to do. To have our soul or life continually in our hands, implies constant danger of life; yet he did not forget God's promises nor his precepts. Numberless are the snares laid by the wicked; and happy is that servant of God, whom they have not caused to err from his Master's precepts. Heavenly treasures are a heritage for ever; all the saints accept them as such, therefore they can be content with little of this world. We must look for comfort only in the way of duty, and that duty must be done. A good man, by the grace of God, brings his heart to his work, then it is done well.

What will you do? I will not making long prayers that Christ censurers, but making them for a pretence, which intimates that they are in themselves good and commendable

[kieranupadrasta6]

Making it known! Should Peruse! Five Persuasive Weight reduction Rules for Dynamic Outcomes

Permit me to kick off this article with an emotionless expression. You dislike it but rather kindly read it cautiously. In the event that this exposed truth isn't coordinated for you, may I propose that simply click the button 'log off' from your PC. Furthermore, leave! Alright?

In the event that you are still with me, my rational guidance to you is to have the outrageous boldness to set to the side each idea you at any point had about slims down. Throw out the entirety of your food pyramids, your low-fat treats, your bananas, and your carb pressed morning meals, snacks, and supper. And keeping in mind that you're busy, discard words, for example, determination, inspiration, desires, and inclinations.

Fortunate for you! You are going to start a better approach for life. You will feel fantastic on an everyday premise and get thinner, as well. Inside the lines of this article you will find out about super groundbreaking thoughts that are so inventive, so energizing, thus compelling that you won't ever need to "diet" once more.

Enough of extensive introduction. Essentially for the present. In any case, commit no error that laying out clear objectives is the beginning stage for further developed wellbeing and a thin body.

You won't ever turn out badly assuming you strictly keep these guidelines in laying out weight reduction objectives. Then, at that point, will we push ahead at this point!

Inspirations Rule No. 1: Be explicit.

You want clear objectives to know where you are going, how well you are advancing, lastly, when you have accomplished your desire.

Objectives, for example, "I need to feel improved" or "I need to look'' better" are excessively dubious. All things being equal, conclude that you need to shed thirty pounds in the following four months. You need to quit taking each of the three of your pulse pills and have a typical circulatory strain. You need to walk five miles without chest torments. You need to get up each day without joint firmness.

Be clear pretty much all quantifiable objectives, for example, weight, midsection estimation, dress size, pulse, and cholesterol level.

Along these lines, each time you show an improvement you'll rest easier thinking about yourself. Then you'll have more confidence in any great get-healthy plan and yourself. Furthermore, you'll understand that you won't be "perpetually fat" or seriously sick." You'll likewise understand that you are equipped for achieving what you set off on a mission to do. More info here kieran upadrasta

Inspirations Rule No.2. Set up your objectives of significance and in grouping.

Might we at any point stop here briefly? I have just stripped back the primary layer of this article, yet to get reality, we will get somewhat private! What I'm share with you currently isn't my very own fig creative mind! It's the genuine truth and only every bit of relevant information.

Allow me to impart this to you. Besides the fact that I put forth have my objectives in paper and compose it day to day, I have even established the points in time and how I would accomplish my weight reduction objectives. Mind you I have even placed the objectives in the request for significance. And furthermore what are the things I need most to achieve?

My everyday schedule is to compose my objectives on a journal on the specific weight I will be in different of quarterly targets. Additionally set the kinds of activity that I will do everyday and week by week. On the off chance that I can keep my weight at 145 pounds from 189 pounds, reliably north of 20 years, so can you. You can wager your eye balls you can do that moreover!

Coming up straightaway!

Inspirations Rule No 3. Be practical, however make objectives testing.

You won't shed thirty pounds in seven days except if a specialist eliminates a watermelon-sized growth from your tummy. Then again, don't point so low that your objective doesn't expect you to change.

To lose the undesirable pounds quick, you can pick a medical procedure particularly off the paunch fats! Truly, it is worth the effort? By and by I don't suggest that. It's a wellbeing peril undertaking! Such a large number of stories have uncovered that the secondary effects are excessively perfect and excessively serious!

Inspirations Rule No. 4. Record your objectives and been seen obviously.

It ought to be somewhere near your home where you will see them consistently to support their legitimate brain research in your life. It very well may be recorded on a card and put into your satchel. Even better, in your handbag. The more you are presented to your objectives, the quicker it will drive you closer to your objectives. Ideal it should be perused first thing and not long before you rest. In the case of nothing works, this will finish the work.

Inspirations Rule No 5. Consider every one of the justifications for why you need to accomplish every objective.

As we are closer to the furthest limit of this article, if it's not too much trouble, keep understanding this. Simply listen to me and I guarantee you it will be significant for you. Permit me to expand for certain models. For example it very well may be: "I need to get thinner since I need to be more appealing to my mate." Or "Being more appealing will make me more compelling in my work." Or "Overabundance weight is a danger to my life."

These individual reasons will furnish you with the inspiration you really want to defeat snags. Likewise, defining objectives will assist you with beating the inclination to fail to address your wellbeing until it's past the point of no return.

Basically, this article can be summed up by saying that the vitally persuasive standards for substantial outcomes are first and foremost, be explicit. Also set up your objectives of significance and in succession. Thirdly be sensible, however make objectives testing. Fourthly record your objectives and allow it to be seen prominently. Furthermore, finally, consider every one of the justifications for why you need to accomplish every objective

All in all, we need to say that a marvel has previously started when you downloaded this article from your in-box of your PC, PC or your iPad. Actually it will happen even as you find the items and the genuine motivations behind why you eat the way as you do. Additionally you learned here and somewhere else that propositions this tips and clues can be applied into any way of life. In any time region. In any friendly layer. The marvel will be more observable with those initial not many long stretches of executing the principles. Trust me; you start to feel significantly improved than you at any point have in your life.

Believe it or not, you will encounter that unexpectedly there is that push of trust… that prod that lets you know that, after so long, the explanation you haven't remained on a careful nutritional plan. Isn't on the grounds that you're not persuaded, not on the grounds that you're not sufficient, but since of your body's science and the unpretentious ventriloquist called low glucose.

The expectation then, at that point, turns out to be in excess of a flash. What I'm talking about isn't talking through my nose or through my cap. I have voyaged this difficult excursion myself. Coincidentally in the event that you don't know… speculate. Even better, express it Without holding back! Truly, the more you talk it, hear it, and let your brain marinate on it-the more prominent its effect and the quicker your advancement to a thin and delightful body.

Genuinely, YOU can see it. Indeed. Simply tell yourself. Tell yourself, this time it will work. Tell you, 'I can be solid and ready for business'. Support yourself that you can be slim. I can make it work. It's truly me. Much thanks to you and farewell!

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His own experience has uncovered how he attempted to shed pounds from 189 to 143 over the time of six to eight months. Upon demand for beginner, he is ready to offered one free guidance to the individuals who are overweight and needs to diminish to a sensible weight.

[nightmaresorceress]

145. VVVVVV (Steam, Switch, macOS, Linux, 3DS, Vita, PS4, iOS, Android, Commodore 64, Ouya, Pandora)

this was another game I tried out of curiosity, since I had heard of it and seen a bit of gameplay, but had just never gotten around to checking it out until now. and as expected, I had a pretty good time! it’s short and simple enough to understand, and the music is fantastic. some of the puzzles were pretty interesting, and a few served to be more difficult than others, but I was never really put at a huge roadblock for longer than 20 minutes. if I have any complaints it’s that the game kind of strained my eyes after playing the whole thing in one sitting.

overall I’d definitely suggest people check vvvvvv out if they like puzzle platformers, or just want a short indie game to check out. there may not be a whole lot of content to the game, but what’s here is quite enjoyable.

[luxarcher]

[cw: eyes, paranoia, fire, blood, implication of self harm]

my paranoia/psychosis has been... overwhelming lately so i've been kind of avoiding social media and not responding anyone.

sorry to anyone I'm ghosting atm, i just need some time.