#fucking tom sawyer

[idkaguyorsomething]

reading through mark twain’s catalogue of books will be like:

social stratification is so extreme that society will treat functionally identical people in opposite ways for merely believing that they have different origins, forcing them to either be crushed by or perpetuate the unjust system of government that began this whole situation.

even the most brilliant innovator who fights tirelessly to improve the rights of the people will face pushback from bigots resisting any kind of threat to their power that can manipulate the masses into giving up their rights in order to preserve the status quo.

local rascal plays a prank on his neighbors and starts a pirate club :D

discrimination and violence is baked so deeply into the foundations of society that children wanting to do the right thing will believe they are condemning themselves to hell by defying authority in favor of viewing oppressed minorities as humans deserving of rights.

[twainbooble]

shitposty stuffz

[nimos-flakes]

gedagidegedadago

[fuckmarrykillpolls]

[robotspock]

real talk being trans masculine and having body image issues and also having a period sometimes is awful. one minute i think i'm doing pretty well coping with body dysphoria the next i'm crying coming back from the post office because the only way i actually know what my body looks like is to hold my boobs up in such a way that they are hidden by my hands and i go from "wow i'm so fucking disgusting my body is so weird and fucked up" to "WOAH!! i look really good. i definitely understand the way other people perceive my body now it's all making sense." like imagine. imagine if hidden boobs were activated all the time and i didn't have to worry about binders making me feel sore and worrying about how long i wear them for and making sure they're clean for when i Need to wear one but also i can't wear it EVERY day or else i could hurt myself. and the only way to get hidden boobs is if i cough up at LEAST 5k and i don't have health insurance and even if i did i live in south carolina so by the time i would be able to pay for top surgery it'd probably be outlawed or some shit and id have to go somewhere else probably north carolina where it would probably be even more expensive Fuck everything man

[leonardoeatscarrots]

This book is a goddamn comedy istg

he goes on to talk about how he bit one of his tutors btw

deranged child [in the most humorous way]

"I was a difficult child, Today, after so many years, I still think remorsefully of all those who wore themselves out in an effort to bring me to bring me up properly. First on the list was a German nurse who had been with my brothers, and who went off her head. This was partly due to her unrequited passion for my father's secretary, and partly no doubt to my bad temper. My parents had to send her to a mental home, and I was handed over to my mother's former governess, Mademoiselle Versiloff, a charming, good, and devoted woman, who had become one of the family. I was a very bad pupil. My governess, thinking that a little competition might do me good, organized classes so that I could work with other children; but I remained lazy and uninterested, and my bad example had a most disastrous effect upon my fellow pupils."

-Prince Felix Youssoupoff, Lost Splendor

[currentfandomkick]

Started as one thing and veered in another direction, enjoy!

Masterlist here

Last time was a fluke. A mistake… right?

Danny glanced around him, and looked in the mirror.

He looked the same. He didnt know how he even did it the first time. He had blacked out.

He still inspected himself. No gills or scales.

No glow-in-the-dark white on his skin in vertical lines flanked by black. Besides the usual body hair.

No green freckles. He… he can admit to missing those.

He kept checking daily. For any signs that, that form(?) was creeping back into his day to day.

That stupid ectopus he’s convinced is on ecto-dejecto or ghost steriods kept coming back.

It was to the point Boxy was concerned and ‘guarding his sleep’ (in exchange for origami boxes/cubes. He even made some for Lunch Box).

Danny decided to conk out during one of Lancer’s lessons after another attack the nogjt before.

He’s pretty sure Tapas/Taco is being restrained by his parents in an ecto-proofed tank.

Ancients he hopes so.

Lancer called him back after class, with that stupid ‘i know you are better than this and that accident does not excuse such poor behavior young man’ attitude most of the staff had toward him.

The actual lunch ladies were chill, and therefore his favorite. And Lunch Lady since she took to packing him an extra lunch that Boxy drops off. Something about fighting your food to eat it daily being ‘unacceptable!’

Whatever.

“Mr. Fenton, I understand that you are facing more challenges than your peers, but do try to stay awake in my class.”

“Got it. Blame Tapas.”

“You can’t blame mexican food for all your issues.”

“I don’t—Tapas is the ectopus that’s been obsessed with me and Phantom since the stupid thing showed up. It keeps escaping the Thermos, and i honestly have no clue how to keep him contained long enough to throw it at ecto animal control or ghost jail.”

“… Mr. Fenton, have you considered staying with relatives away from Amity until this issue is resolved?”

“I literally can’t.” His core sank at the idea. “Ecto contaminated and dependent. Medically speaking, until portable ecto is something that can be handled over long distances, I can’t leave for more than a hundred days, give or take, before dying.” No matter how much he wanted to at times.

Mr. Lancer frowned at him. “If possible, would mixed in-person and online schooling be something you’d be amenable to? I can speak with your parents and arrange alternative student success plan, but its clear the situation won’t improve unless better accommodations are put in place.”

Danny opened and shut his mouth. “If I can get them here, sure.”

“Excellent. I would like to continue your classes with myself in person to better monitor your progress, or we can do tutoring after school or during my usual block for Saturday detentions.”

Danny nodded in a daze.

Then something crashed in through the window.

“Adventures of Tom Sawyer!”

Danny threw himself against a wall, trying to get Taco off him, only to get pulled through a wall, and further.

Hey tried scrambling for something to grab, but he phased through everything and he couldn’t go ghost in front of everyone seeing him get kidnapped by an extra annoying octopus.

The fact it was being filmed made it Worse.

Fuck.

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[tame-the-lion-writes]

anything but worthy [pt.2]

This is reposted from my ao3!

[SFW Arthur Morgan] tags: omegaverse

Ever since you were a teenager, you've loved romance books. First you pretended to hate them, and still occasionally do, but for all the tropes that you’ve scorned, there’s something inherently addicting about them, too.

You shared this little obsession with Mary-Beth, and as such, occasionally shared each other’s novels. She was an aspiring writer, you knew, and as an avid consumer, she’d appreciate your tips and critiques. But if there was one thing you couldn’t share, it was how much more you fantasized compared to her.

Pride and Prejudice was lovely, really – a testament to the change people will go through because they love someone. Romeo and Juliet was more of a tragedy, and while you understood the political metaphor, as a story, it felt a little too juvenile. There were the non-romances, too – Robinson Crusoe, Tom Sawyer or Huckleberry Finn. Hell, you’d even read Charles C. Chestnutt, since you were so invested in the politics of the time. Equality for everyone, past the bare minimums of the Civil War! 

But, on some level, you didn’t want the sensical. You didn’t want things that made sense – you craved suspension of disbelief. You craved something more primal, something that could be set aside from the sociopolitics of everyday life – something private, and personal, and perhaps a little… perverted.

Ugh. Putting it like that made you sound like you needed church.

(And perhaps you did.)

– but that wasn’t the point!

The point was – that for the past year, you’d been miraculously saved by a big strong mountain man, and now, in a time when women only had the options of marriage, elementary schooling, or prostitution, you had been swept into the wild drama of a gang of outlaws. This in itself was perfect romance material!-- if not perfect – ugh – Victorian erotica material.

(Because yes, those existed – though you certainly wanted something better than a couple dozen pages written from the perspective of a fucking flea.)

Now Arthur Morgan, in particular, was perfect romance material. You and Mary-Beth – and even Tilly – yes, Tilly! – had agreed as such. John was taken, Sean and Bill both idiots – though Karen would probably settle for the former. Javier was a romantic with a lovely voice, but you didn’t know him all too well, and Charles was almost too quiet. (Again, almost – he was handsome and kind and patient.) Dutch was taken, Hosea was more of a father, but Arthur – Arthur – he was a perfect mix of rough and sentimental. A perfect mix of rugged and gentle.

Though you might have underestimated just exactly how rough he could be.

Not to mention that he was an alpha – the greatest one in the pack, even above Dutch, you’d decided.

Admittedly, you didn’t notice at first – notice how often he looked at you, at least. You noticed his strength right away of course, and how much of a leader he could be when necessary, but it took Mary-Beth and Tilly and Karen – all of them – to make you realize he had taken a liking to you.

“God, you’re oblivious as hell, ain’tcha?” Karen had said one evening, throwing her hands up in the air. “The man’s been eyeing you like a piece of meat!”

“Now, I wouldn’t say a piece of meat–” Mary-Beth countered with a nervous chuckle, shaking her head. “More like a… a male lead!”

“A male– a fuckin’ what now?”

Tilly giggled in the background, covering her smile with her hand. “You know, Karen, like the main love interests in Mary-Beth’s books.”

The blonde made a face, scrunching up her nose. “You know I don’t read that shit. Too sappy for me.”

“It’s not… ‘shit,’” you defended with a smile, albeit an understanding one, but seeing Mary-Beth pout, you had to say something. “They’re pretty good in my opinion.”

“Oh, don’t you dare change topics with me, girly,” Karen scolded, rolling her eyes. “Either way, you know what we mean!”

 Actually, you didn’t – not until then. It was hard to believe a man like that could like you. But ever since that conversation, you found yourself looking over your shoulder more, darting your eyes in Arthur’s direction to try and catch him in the act. For the longest time, however, he seemed normal – busy with something else, not even close to facing you. You had nearly given up when, one night, when the gang was celebrating a successful job with drinks, that you looked up to see blue eyes staring you down, laced with a certain expression halfway between affection and lust.

That day, you looked away, red face hidden in the darkness. But from then on, with his whatever toward you confirmed, a returned interest had started to grow. And boy, did you try to hook him.

It started with simpler gestures, really – an odd form of courtship since you were shy and he just felt so big compared to life. You’d do all his laundry, hand him coffee or stew, or leave him a newly repaired shirt on the table by his bedside. One time, you even managed to scourge together enough money to buy him a new ink pen. Your excuse?-- that if he kept writing in his journal with pencil, the graphite would rub the letters clean off one day. And you knew how much his writing and drawing meant to him, even if he denied any form of intelligence.

But it took another few months before you’d finally gathered the courage. The courage to ask him to stay with you, through the heat – during your heat. But–

“I am anythin’ but worthy of that honor, little girl.”

The response made your heart sink, and for a moment, you thought that was that.

“I’m sorry, Arthur.” Your voice is shaky. “I just thought it would be nice – me and you.”

You felt like a little girl, trembling quietly in the night.  All that staring and time wasted – but it was just staring, not him actually planning to act on you. Well, now you just felt a little silly, too. Silly little omega. What kind of omega chases an alpha – not the other way around?

“I guess I’ll just ask Sadie or Miss Grimshaw to go with me again. Or maybe Karen, ‘cause she can handle a gun, too.”

But before you can disappear into the darkness, escape the vicinity and curl up – cry yourself to sleep – he speaks up again, explaining himself.

“I don’t wanna hurt you, omega. I don’t wanna hurt you. That’s all.”

“Oh, Arthur. I’d be okay if it were you.”

Something shifted that evening. And you parted ways with a better understanding.

The following day, the girls helped you pack – Miss Grimshaw being helpful in particular. She’d made sure some herbs for soothing tea was going with you, and had the others wrap up enough blankets for comfort. There was a tower, the older woman explained, back up north in the Grizzlies – nice and cool to keep your fever from being unbearable, yet not quite buried in layers of snow. Compared to the humid mists of Lemoyne, it sounded like sheer paradise. Arthur himself had scouted it out while on one of his trips, and after tidying up the place a bit, deemed it a safehouse for omegas like you, Mary-Beth, and Tilly. (And Kieren, too, but the boy didn’t like to admit it.) 

But when you expected Miss Grimshaw herself to hop onto the wagon with you, instead of a woman with makeup too gaudy for her features, you heard a rough groan as a man clad in brown leather pulled himself up to sit at your side.

“Er, Arthur, this is my wagon,” you said, dumbfounded, brain not quite working.

“Yup, I know.”

He cracked the reins, getting the horses to start their little trotting.

“It’s– it’s my wagon. I’m not going to town, you– you know that, right?”

“Yup. I know.”

You stare a few more seconds, stare hard, then sink into your seat, facing forward.

Oh my god.

Oh my god.

You hear faint laughter from behind you and raise your head to look over your shoulder, where you see the girls waving – grinning – and Karen hooting and hollering, knowing how things were likely to go. 

“Why– why did you change your mind?” you ask, breathless, gripping your hands tight in your lap. “You really didn’t have to.”

“Just thought about it last night. Thought– hell– once thought no one would have me. Then some pretty girl shows up an’-- well– guess your words hit a chord last time we talked.”

“Arthur, nobody in their right mind wouldn’t have you.”

The rest of the trip is spent in relative quiet, your mind busy processing the fact that Arthur would be staying. The stop at Rhodes for food was brief, the pass through Emerald Ranch even briefer. Then it was up to O’Creagh’s Run, where Arthur stopped by an old man’s cabin. The man had spared you a knowing smile, clapped Arthur on the back, offered to take you both fishing later, then sent you your way.

After that, it was just a little roundabout trip to avoid the steep parts of the mountain range, and soon, you two were passing into a clearing where a log tower came into view. It was a sturdy, impossibly pristine place, likely recently abandoned. A nearby campfire was still smoldering, but Arthur noted that people rarely passed through. Ambarino was a scarce place after all, with few homesteads and little reason to visit. And – on the off chance some other alpha was too nosy for their own good – the top of the tower provided ample range for Arthur to threaten them off with a gun.

Settling in, you were starting to feel the haze of your heat, but luckily, Arthur had given you some privacy to prepare. He waited outside, by the campfire, scavenging through the leftovers of the former occupants to see if they’d abandoned any cans of food. In the meantime, you’d bundled up your extra blankets and pillows, 

Once overcome by the sweltering heat of Lemoyne, now the cold of the Grizzlies has drifted through the opening at the top of the tower, allowing the cool air to sink and settle around you, and paired with the blankets still lightly scented with the smell of fellow omegas, it begins to slowly you into a sense of security. The stove can be turned on later if needed, to warm both some food and you – but for now, the temperature is satisfactory, and in your chemise, the urge to sleep is instant. You don’t even fight it. Within minutes, you’re drifting off into peaceful nothingness.

And that’s when the sound of a gunshot awakens you.

“Arthur?”

You call out his name in the dead quiet, clutching the blankets close. Your heat is on the edge of full force, and you’re just barely lucid enough to stand. Which you do.

“Arthur?” you repeat, bare feet falling in succession on the wooden floor.

Then it hits you – the swarm of what felt like dozens of other scents. The disgusting mixture of chalk and rotten food, pungent chemicals, and more. But somewhere in the middle, there’s the familiar smell of leather – the warmth of whiskey, and the freshness of rain.

And you notice – it’s raining.

There’s no more gunshots, not that you can hear, but now there’s the sound of a struggle outside. Gasps and coughs and grunts, among the sound of fists landing hard on flesh and bone. You flinch repeatedly at each blow and finally decide to peek through the window, where in the dark of night, you can barely make out the silhouettes of several people.

Two bodies lie still in the grass, water gathering in the wrinkles of their shirts. Three more are standing – one, you make out to be Arthur, while the other two are clearly trying to beat him to a pulp.

Emphasis on trying.

With a well placed kick to the gut, Arthur sends another one flying, and now it’s just him and the seemingly equally large man left.

You can’t make out what they’re saying, but you can make a good guess. Why else would a group of alphas swarm to one spot when an omega’s in heat? The thought makes you sick, and you cover your mouth, slumping against the wall by the window and forcing the bile down. 

It takes seemingly forever, but after a while, the sound dies down. One more glance out the window confirms that Arthur is the only one left standing – because of course he is – and the sight of his outline, standing against the bright of far-off lightning strikes, shoulders rising and falling with every labored breath – it makes you want to crawl right into his arms.

But as you open the door and the full strength of your scent floods down the path towards him, his body goes rigid. There’s something wrong.

“Arthur?” you call out a third time. Then a pause.

“... Arthur?”

He turns, and you see the spots of red splattered across his face. There’s this wild look in his eye – not the mix of affection and lust that you’d seen so long ago, but the pure animalistic drive of alpha pheromones. In the rain, the scent hits you. Yes – leather. Whiskey. The smell of dust after rain.

The heat pools in your blood, but so, too, does your body call you to run.

And you do.

_

Oh, you want the third part? The lovely, lovely smut? Check out my ao3

[ed-recoverry]

List of free audiobooks on YouTube for anyone interested

The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins

Pride & Prejudice by Jane Austen

The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald

Diary of a Wimpy Kid by Jeff Kinney

The Adventures of Tom Sawyer by Mark Twain

Alice in Wonderland

Animal Farm by George Orwell

The Shadow Over Innsmouth by H P Lovecraft

Frankenstein by Mary Shelley

Crime and Punishment by Fyodor Dostoyevsky

Hatchet by Gary Paulsen

Twelve Years a Slave by Solomon Northup

Of Mice and Men by John Steinbeck

The Village by Caroline Mitchell

The Wonderful Wizard of Oz

Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone (fuck JKR)

Sense & Sensibility by Jane Austen

The Handmaid’s Tale by Margaret Atwood

Twilight by Stephanie Meyer

Upside Down by Danielle Steel

The Fiancée by Kate White

The Silence of the Lambs by Thomas Harris

Percy Jackson & the Olympians: The Lightning Theif

Accidentally Married by Victoria E. Lieske

I’m Glad My Mom Died by Jennette McCurdy

The Collector (book one) by Nora Roberts

The Lies I Told by Mary Burton

Dead Man’s Mirror by Agatha Christie

The Hobbit

The Taken Ones by Jess Lourey

The Good Neighbour by R J Parker

The Island House by Elana Johnson

Desperation by Stephan King

The Healing Summer by Heather B. Moore

The Last Affair by Margot Hunt

To Be Claimed by Willow Winter

Romeo and Juliet by Shakespeare

The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy

The Inn by James Patterson

Wonder by R J Palacio

Faking It With The Billionaire by Willow Fox

The Lost Years by Mary Higgins Clark

Forrest Gump by Winston Groom

The Janson Directive by Robert Ludlum

The Catcher in the Rye

The Lottery Winner by Mary Higgins Clark

Where Eagles Dare by Alistair MacLean

Death of a Nurse by M C Beaton

Yours Truly by Abby Jimenez

Treasure Island by Robert Louis Stevenson

The Sonnets by William Shakespeare

Frozen Betrayal by Clive Cussler

The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde

Line of Fire by R J Patterson

Don’t Believe Everything You Think by Joseph Nguyen

The Remnant by Tim LaHaye

The Magic of Reality by Richard Dawkins

The Secret of Chimneys by Agatha Christie

Payment in Kind by J A Jance

The Idiot by Fyodor Dostoyevsky

The Way of the Superior Man by David Deida

The Game of Life and How to Play It by Florence Scovel Shinn

The Richest Man in Babylon by George S. Clason

To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee

A Marriage of Anything but Convenience by Victorine E. Lieske

The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn by Mark Twain

A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens

The Inheritance Game by Jennifer Lynn Barnes

Ikigai: The Japanese Secret to a Long and Happy Life

Thinking Fast and Slow by Daniel Kahneman

How to Win Friends and Influence People by Dale Carnegie

The Kama Sutra by Mallanaga Vatsyayana

The Wisdom of Father Brown by G K Chesterton

Robinson Crusoe by Daniel Defoe

Robin Hood by J Walker McSpadden

The Poor Traveller by Charles Dickens

Days on the Road: Crossing the Plains in 1865 by Sarah Raymond Herndon

Oliver Twist by Charles Dickens

Atomic Habits by James Clear

I Have No Mouth, and I Must Scream

Trading in the Zone by Mark Douglas

The Art of War by Sun Tzu

The Secret Garden by Frances Hodgson Burnett

A Short History of Nearly Everything by Bill Bryson

The Return of Sherlock Holmes by Arthur Conan Doyle

The Epic of Gilgamesh

Lord of the Flies by William Golding

A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens

Man After Man

Five on a Treasure Island by Enid Blyton

The Red Badge of Courage by Stephen Crane

Charlotte’s Web

Midsummer Mysteries by Agatha Christie

Out of Silent Planet by C S Lewis

The Valley of Fear by Arthur Conan Doyle

Eaters of the Dead by Michael Crichton

The Murder on the Orient Express by Agatha Christie

The Castle of Otranto by Horace Walpole

21 Lessons for the 21st Century by Yuval Noah Harai

Hamlet by Shakespeare

[throatofdelusion12]

Fine, I'll make a pinned post

Hello

My aliases: are Alice, Del, Throat, etc.

Pronouns: She/Her

interests

Dear fucking christ there's alot

The magnus archives, the magnus protocol, the mechanisms, Camp here & there, Old Gods of Appalachia, Impact winter, Syntax pod, welcome to nightvale, little nightmares/sound of nightmares, the outside tapes, lancer ttrpg, vampire the masquerade, the silt verses, (y'know what, every fucking audio drama) The Owl House, Hozier, Jhariah, Will Wood, Colter Wall, every Southern gothic song ever, Hadestown, Greek mythology, Yaelokre, and a bunch of other shit that I can't think of rn

My goal is to become Tom Sawyer by Rush

Anarchy is much better

Triggers: bigotry, animal harm or death, and those tags that come on those white tank tops, you know those ones

Im 19

🏢🏢🛩🛩

🧒🚘🔫

I also have two slender blogs

But you'll have to guess which ones are mine

If your a Nazi, I'm going to hurt you in the worst way possible without killing you

I want you to hurt

I know nuaght who to thank but here is a link of some cool stuff

[marichild]

bsd has ruined me in such a way that if someone mentions f. scott fitzgerald I'll be thinking about a money obsessed guy who can use money to power himself up

louisa may alcott? shy super smart girl who must be protected at all costs. lucy montgomery? redhead with a giant fucking doll.

h.p lovecraft? tentacle monster. mark twain? concerningly the image I had of tom sawyer while I read the actual book.

and of course, fyodor dostoevsky? twink with long hair soulless eyes and the cutest angy pout.

[creepling]

☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★ THE TEXAS CHAINSAW MASSACRE

all works fall under the texas chainsaw franchise, including the films and video game. ⊹₊⋆ = involves smut.

༺☆༻ GENERAL

. . . drabbles & headcanons

how the gang became friends (all victims)

modern au family headcanons (all killers, crack fic)

sawyer/slaughter family using captured!reader for sex ⊹₊⋆

sissy and johnny exposing the victims

college headcanons w/ the tcm boys ⊹₊⋆

educated-themed headcanons w/ family

habit-themed headcanons w/ family

random tcm victim headcanons

. . . fics

odd one out - (johnny x fem!reader x leland) ⊹₊⋆

to devour is to love (original character, fic series)

༺☆༻ CANON/CANON FICS

. . . drabble and headcanons

nubbins sawyer/sonny williams drabble

༺☆༻ JOHNNY SLAUGHTER

. . . drabbles and headcanons

stockholm syndromed reader (fem/gn!reader) ⊹₊⋆

hunter/prey (gn!reader) ⊹₊⋆

reader around family w/ protective johnny (gn!reader)

solo johnny headcanons

johnny w/ stoner!reader s/o (gn!reader, fluff)

how johnny picks his victims (solo)

johnny's s/o enjoying the hunt (gn!reader)

reader stabs johnny to escape (gn!reader)

fucking johnny in the back of a truck (fem!reader) ⊹₊⋆

romance-themed headcanon (gn!reader)

johnny flirting with plus/mid-size reader (gn!reader)

johnny x POTS!reader, hurt/comfort (gn!reader)

yearning johnny (gn!reader)

johnny threating stockholm'd!reader (gn!reader)

. . . fics

the slaughtered lamb (fem!reader) ⊹₊⋆

that boy is a monster (fem!reader) ⊹₊⋆

busted cars and sunsets (gn!reader) ⊹₊⋆

disguised lessons (fem!reader) ⊹₊⋆

cotton white (fem!reader) ⊹₊⋆

༺☆༻ HANDS MCNAMARA

. . . drabbles and headcanons

primal smut w/ hands (gn!reader) ⊹₊⋆

hands gifting bubba his first mask

༺☆༻ DRAYTON SAWYER "THE COOK"

. . . drabbles and headcanons

perv!drayton peeping-tom at reader ⊹₊⋆

༺☆༻ LELAND MCKINNEY

. . . fics

you make lovin' fun (gn!reader) ⊹₊⋆

༺☆༻ DANNY GAINES

. . . drabbles and headcanons

danny helping you struggle w/ depression (gn!reader)

got to stay hidden (gn!reader) ⊹₊⋆

[gimmick-lawyer]

Hello, I am a lawyer for the gimmick verse

I am going to have to play devil's advocate so fucking much aren't I

If you wish to sue someone it is usually advisable to know *who* you are suing

There are rules on this hellsite, so to avoid needing my services, you should check out @absolutely-the-gimmick-law-maker or @definitely-supreme-court

If you must address me by name, you can call me Lawyer, Reywal or Rey, or Sawyer, Tom Sawyer, whatever your heart desires and my pronouns are up to you

disclaimers: I know nothing about law, I am not a lawyer and I'm a minor

[pizzalordmarv]

doing a lil poll for fun because i like polls. below the break is a couple of popular songs from each band if it helps you to choose

(just realizing I forgot to put prism here. fuck)

POPULAR SONGS FROM EACH BAND

Rush - Tom Sawyer, Subdivisions, Fly By Night, Closer to the Heart, Limelight, The Spirit of Radio, Freewill, and Working Man.

Triumph - Somebody’s Out There, Lay It On the Line, Magic Power, and Follow Your Heart.

Loverboy - Working for the Weekend, Lovin’ Every Minute Of It, The Kid Is Hot Tonite, Turn Me Loose, Hot Girls In Love, and Queen Of the Broken Hearts.

Kim Mitchell - Patio Lanterns, Go For Soda, Rock ‘N’ Roll Duty, I Am A Wild Party, All We Are, and Lager and Ale.

April Wine - You Could Have Been a Lady, Just Between You and Me, Sign of the Gypsy Queen, Bad Side of the Moon, Oowatanite, Tonite Is a Wonderful Time to Fall In Love, and Say Hello.

Trooper - We’re Here For a Good Time (Not a Long Time), Raise a Little Hell, The Boys In the Bright White Sportscar, General Hand Grenade, Santa Maria, and Two For the Show.

Honeymoon Suite - Stay In the Light, Feel It Again, Burning in Love, Wave Babies, and New Girl Now.

Gowan - (You’re A) Strange Animal, A Criminal Mind, and Moonlights Desires (I’m sorry I don’t know a good amount of Gowan songs).

Platinum Blonde - Standing in the Dark, Doesn’t Really Matter, Crying Over You, Not in Love, Situation Critical, and Somebody Somewhere.

The Guess Who - These Eyes, American Woman, No Sugar Tonight / New Mother Nature, No Time, Hand Me Down World, and Share the Land.

Bachman-Turner Overdrive - Takin’ Care of Business, Hey You, Let it Ride, You Ain’t Seen Nothing Yet, and Roll on Down the Highway.

[merriclo]

rating how much i think the members of The Guild would enjoy the Bass Pro Shop Pyramid

Francis Scott Fitzgerald — 2/10

the pyramid cumulatively cost around $300 million, if my memory serves me, so he’d probably appreciate it a little bit. other than that, he would literally never go because his darling Zelda wouldn’t enjoy it.

Louisa May Alcott — 2/10

get this sweet girl out of this strange ass pyramid Right Fucking Now. she’s said to be terrified of heights, so she’d hate the balcony and the elevator. she might enjoy some of the candy they sell there (and maybe the wax melts) but other than that, she’d just patiently wait to go home.

Herman Melville — 10/10

this is an old man whose life’s greatest passion is fishing. he’d fucking adore that place.

Edgar Allan Poe — 7.3/10

this might be controversial but listen guys. listen to me. this man owns a pet raccoon. he’s a professional sniper. he’s going to have a healthy amount of respect for the damn pyramid. plus, due to it being so damn large, there wouldn’t be many chittering crowds to annoy him. and i know it was said that he has a fear of heights, but considering that he spent that time off the Moby Dick scheming and releasing classified documents and the fact that he’s a sniper (requiring being positioned in high-up locations) i’m pretty sure his ass was lying. he still wouldn’t go up the elevator and onto the balcony though because those are crowded and loud places. also some guy claimed that the pyramid was a front for a cult (false) and that there was a crystal skull placed at the top at some point (true) and i think he’d really fuck with that kind of lore.

H.P. Lovecraft — 0/10

would be a 10/10 if the staff let him take a power nap at the bottom of the alligator enclosure. but alas

John Steinbeck — 10/10

this is a man of the country. get his ass in the Bass Pro Shop Pyramid this instant. besides i think he’d enjoy taking all his siblings there and letting them look around and have fun. family bonding

Lucy Maud Montgomery — 3/10

i really don’t think she’d enjoy it all that much tbh. though i do believe she walks outta there with a stuffed moose 100%

Mark Twain — 12/10

he is HOME. he’s looking at all the gun accessories and products available, Tom Sawyer and Huck Finn floating around him and giving their own commentary. also you cannot convince me that he didn’t work at his local Bass Pro Shop when he was a teenager. he was employee of the month always.

Margaret Mitchell — 7.8/10

if you’re from the south, you enjoy the pyramid. enough said.

Nathaniel Hawthorne — 4/10

tbh he’d probably be very indifferent. the only reason it’s not lower is because Margaret had a good time

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Tell me about YOUR favourite historical figure and what it is you like about them the most 😄 (also any images are added bonus 🙏🙏)

Bullet points on why I love Felix Yusupov so much, because otherwise I'd be here all night:

Oddly enough not the "killing Rasputin" thing, though he did do that

His general incompetence over anything and everything.

He did drag and crossdressing when he was younger and did performances. His exact gender identity is unknown, mainly due to lack of terminology during the time, but he was gender-spicy for certain.

Raging bisexual and considerably open about it in his memoirs for the time period.

Loves his wife. Turns into a bumbling mess whenever he writes about her. She was a badass btw. I can't blame him.

Killed Rasputin WITH the help of his lover, Dmitri. Pretty sure those two shacked up afterwards.... but you know.

He actually planned to do a lot of charitable work with his family's money and estates, including opening museums and restoring wetlands and such, but the other nobles hated the fuck out of this idea and also the revolution kind of forced him out of the country before he could try.

Pathetic. Absolute fool.

According to his own accounts of the assasination, he passed out and fell down the stairs after killing rasputin. This is why he wasn't there when they disposed of the body. All adaptations omit this event.

His memoir Lost Splendor is marketed as "the amazing memoirs of the man who killed rasputin" but it is only 20% about rasputin and 80% random shit he pulled as a kid. Tom Sawyer type shit. This book is genuinely one of the most entertaining things I think I have ever read. One day I might make a comic adaptation.

Pretty sure this man had ADHD. The symptoms are all there...

The first time I kissed a girl was because I was having an autistic info-dumping session on this dude and she thought it was super hot 🔥

Some of my fav pics include:

This goofy cropped one (its one of our discord emojis lmao). His little squint is so funny to me ahshdhshhs

This photo is just very charming. 10/10. My current computer background. Also a discord emoji.

These two i just find to be cute ::3 I really love photos of him with his wife, Irina, because again she was a baddie. Also I'm such a sucker for photos of people working.

This last one I just really like because it's very fun and playful. The boy on right is Felix as a tot, and the other on the left is his brother, Nicholas (I really love Nicholas auuughhh).

The right photo is the original postcard scan, and the left is a version I did as photo restoration practice ::]