#gold nugget in the rough

[motordyk]

If you’re still doing the character relationship questions then how about 9 for erin and hunter?

without revealing too much, it would definitely have to be loyalty to each other. they are both so shit at expressing their emotions but they love each other so much they dont even know how to say it without feeling like its not enough. i love them

[passivenovember]

thinking real hard about Billy and Steve finding each other years after they've settled into themselves.

Billy's gone to therapy and he lives in a little house on the shoreline. Steve makes it to California. Doesn't have the six nuggets, yet. He's working insane hours at a job that isn't very lucrative, but he never had to sell his soul to his old man--

So. Point is. They're happy. Content, almost.

And then they find each other.

--

Steve's burning a pot of water when the phone rings.

It's like a knife through the air. A thorn in his side, pain and annoyance ramping up to an 11 as he yanks the receiver from the wall. "Yeah, now's not a great time," He says, because the goddamn smoke alarm's gonna start wailing any second now, and Steve's neighbor is real trigger-happy when it comes to alerting the fire department. "Look, I'll call you--"

"--Why answer the phone?"

Steve would know Billy's voice anywhere, the rough and tumble drag of someone who used to live fast and hard but doesn't, anymore. "I," Steve says, "I don't--"

"--It's like. Why answer the phone if it's not a good time to talk?"

"I don't like being impolite."

Billy hums, smoke and lightning on the end of the line. "So, you weren't waiting for me to call?"

"No," Steve says. But he was. Has been since high school and all the weird, boring, disheartening years that followed until Billy appeared at the dive bar on Saturday. Like a vision. An angel.

"Damn. And here I was, taking a full 72 hours to figure out what I should say," Billy tells him.

Steve can hear a smile.

Aches to taste it, but-- "That's kinda lame, Hargrove."

"So what?"

"So. You're kinda lame, I guess."

Billy laughs at him, then, high and bright. It shoots confetti into Steve's kitchen, the curling tendrils nearly catching on fire as Steve comes back to himself. He pulls the pan of water and dumps it into the sink, killing the flame on the stove.

"Yeah, I'm a disaster. Maxine tells me all the time," Billy says, "It's just. How weird, y'know?"

"What? You?"

"No, you," Billy tells him, chuckling again. "Fell outta the sky, or something. Into a shitty dive bar."

"So did you--"

"--Fell outta my dreams."

"So did you," Steve says, and his stomach twists. Tumbles. Washing-machine guts still soiled with the bloody red spots of a decade-long crush.

"Huh. You're kinda forward, Harrington."

Steve shrugs, face burning. "Long as I'm not as lame as you are."

"Dude, I didn't say you weren't lame."

"Sure, you didn't."

Billy's next laugh Steve feels in his gut, heat pooling behind the thatch of curly down at his pelvis. "Still such a bitch, pretty boy."

"I'm just being honest. We aren't getting any younger, I'm not really interested in playing it cool, anymore."

Something rustles as Billy shifts his weight, "You were cool, once?"

"Ha-ha."

"I don't wanna play it cool, either," Billy tells him, as serious as a heart attack, "Look, can I be honest? You mind?"

Steve nods and then remembers Billy can't see him. "Go ahead."

"I can't stop thinking about you."

Steve peers through the kitchen window, trying to imagine Billy somewhere on the edge of town with sunlight in his hair. Smoking in bed, naked gold until the duvet pulls him under hips first.

"Harrington, I need to see you again."

"Need is kind of dramatic."

"Maybe I'm feeling dramatic."

"Thought this was honesty hour, Hargrove?"

"It is. Honestly? I wanna kiss you," Billy tells him. "At midnight. In the pouring rain because I was too chicken-shit to do it after our first date."

Steve focuses on not swallowing his tongue. Damn near fails. "Was that a date?"

"No, it was bigger. It was the stars aligning, the start of--"

"--God, you are feeling dramatic."

"When can I see you?"

"I dunno," Steve says, fiddling with the lip of the sink, "When are we expecting rain?"

"Not sure."

Steve can hear his smile. Aches to sink into the softness. "I need a window to commit."

"Tonight. I'll make it rain."

Steve snorts, light as air. "You're crazy."

"I've had ten years to plan for this, Steve."

"Alright, lemme--" Steve pads over to the refrigerator, peering at his Kittens and Firefighters calendar. May is covered in birthdays, vacations, late nights at work, and roll-over plans from April, all hacked into the cardstock in striking red.

Steve groans and flips to June. "--Can you still make it rain in a month?"

"A month," Billy demands, "Fuck. You're hot shit but I didn't think--"

"--I have a full-time job. And friends who want to hang out when I'm not at work, but since I use all my energy at work I cancel on them, and things get moved around and--"

"--You can't make an exception for the guy who wants to eat you out?"

The pages of the calendar flutter, May settling heavy in the room. Steve swallows and his throat clicks. "Uh. My friends--"

"--Aren't gonna eat you out."

"They would. If I asked them to, at least one of them would."

"I'm not really loving that idea, pretty boy," Billy says, teasing. "What about over a lunch break?"

"You want to eat my ass over a lunch break?" Steve snorts, "I'm not a hooker."

"What's wrong with--"

"--I'm not," Steve says, "And even if I was, I'm not cheap. You couldn't afford the hour, and we'd need more than that, anyway."

"What about a sleep over?"

"A sleepover?" Steve says, turning from the refrigerator. "Like, where I come over to your house and stay until the morning?"

"Or I come over to yours, yeah."

"But--"

"Actually, let's do yours. Maxine's place is getting fumigated, so she and Lucas are staying in the guest house."

"You have a guest house?" Steve doesn't remember mention of that during their first date, but. He was distracted.

Billy laughs, "Bet I could afford your hour, pretty boy."

"I thought," Steve says, twirling the phone cord around his hand, "In high school, I remember you telling Becky Gordes that you don't do sleepovers."

"I'm gay."

"Okay, but what about Eddie Munson? The whole school thought you were fucking him, did he ever sleep--"

"--No, my dad would've killed both of us," Billy tells him, and. Something in his voice makes Steve's blood run cold. Makes him believe it.

So he shifts gears, "But. Don't you have work tomorrow?"

"Who said anything about a sleepover tonight," Billy says. Steve imagines the look on his face. Shit-eating grin bright and sharp and beautiful as always. "Unless you want me to come over tonight?"

"I never said that."

"I can work wherever I want. I don't have to go in at all, if I don't want to."

Steve pads over to his junk drawer, digging around for a red pen. "What does Saturday look like for you?" He bites the cap off, holding it like a straw in the curl of his tongue.

Billy laughs, "I thought you said you weren't free until next month?"

Steve chews on the cap for a moment, pen shaking over the cardstock surface of his calendar. He imagines Billy like he was that night. Different but exactly the same. Charming and soft in a way that only comes from the toil of regeneration. Years and years shedding skin.

He'd been funny and smart. Quick wittted.

Sweet. Like cotton fuckin' candy.

Steve remembers not wanting the date to end, not believing that the universe would give him Billy with no strings attached and laying awake that night, hoping Billy would call, and that they'd get their chance, and now--

"Shit. What the fuck am I doing?" Steve asks, but it comes out garbled and messy and wrong. Comes out sounding like, she whale the food ham ding dong.

Billy laughs at him, again, anyway. "What?"

Steve spits the pen cap onto the counter. "You really want to eat me out tonight?"

"Damn--"

"--Because. I was too fucking stupid to realize what was happening between us in high school. Or. What was happening to me when I saw you in high school, and this is important to me," Steve says in a rush. Fuck being subtle, right? "We're not getting any younger. And I haven't slept with anyone for a long time, much less someone who I've wanted for as long as I can remember, so if you're going to come over here and fuck me--"

"Or talk," Billy says gently. "We could talk more. Get to know each other."

Steve listens to the static on the other end of the line.

"I want to get to know you again, Steve," Billy says.

And Steve cracks. Like a bowl in the microwave, curdling under pressure and heat. "Alright, just. Do you have a pen and paper?"

"For what?"

"My address," Steve says, leaning against the sink, "I want to get to know you, too."

"Tonight," Billy asks, digging around for something.

"Tonight," Steve says. "What the hell."

"Great."

"You've got something to write with?"

"Yeah," Billy says, sounding like he's barely holding it together. "Yeah, just. Whenever you're ready."

--

That night, after, just as Steve falls asleep in Billy's arms--

It rains.

[crazymadpassionatelove]

Cool Girl

Notes: None of this would be possible without my dearest darlings @ab4eva and @precious-little-scoundrel! All the hugs and kisses to you both xo

Part 2

-

Here's the thing nobody ever admits about being the other half of a celebrity: it's actually as hard or as easy as you make it. Enter hunky, gifted actor who just happens to be hung like a horse? Well, being his lady isn't hard at all. You just have to know the rules. Number one, you can't hear the noise. Not literally, you can hear it. You must strive to live in such a bubble that none of it matters though. You shop, power walk your gated community, and take cock like it's the only job you have. Truly, it is. Pleasing him is of utmost importance. Be ready to hop a plane at a moment’s notice, or even get fucked on said plane. You're so busy spending your man’s cash snapping up authentic mid-century modern homes before certain celebrities turn them into minimalist gray prisons, raising money for dogs who need prosthetics, and trying your hand at that sourdough bread craze, you really don't even have time to see the Instagram hate being spewed your way 24/7.

Number two, remaining an enigma. Selling energy drinks on social media? Having your man pay off some fast fashion brand to “partner” with you for a collection? Appearing on some campy sitcom as a guest star? Not for you, the thought of it actually makes you recoil. You're too busy doing all the little things and making his once barely furnished house a home. Homemade chocolate chip cookies with the chocolate specially flown in from Belgium on his private plane? Check! Gold vintage jewelry via that cute little flea market in Paris is clanking as you insist on being the ones to change the bedroom sheets. A housekeeper comes once a month, and even she comments coyly about your chemistry. Still, she need not see the soaked sheets from the multiple round of lovemaking the two of you do at all hours of the day and night.

Being seen on the red carpet is not your cup of tea, but it's the equivalent of attending your man's office Christmas party. So you pick out a dress, aka one of the couture houses offers to dress you, and he flies you to Paris for multiple fittings and macarons. Then there's some vintage Van Cleef jewelry that appears on the dining room table one morning, and a fresh new pair of Louboutins is the final piece to the puzzle. Then, looking very demur and shy, you appear on his arm, clinging to it actually. You'll smile at the various television hosts and press. Speak softly, and practically defer to him for all questions. He's the star, you're just a great supporting act. Then, when the night is finally done, you both breathe a sigh of relief and he thanks you for being such a good sport. How about a McDonald's drive thru run, huh? That face, oh that handsome fucking face of his that you've been dying to kiss all night. He just always knows what to say. So that's how you're papped still in your couture gown, he in a wrinkled white button down, his jacket slid around your shoulders, feeding each other French fries and chicken nuggets, splitting a milkshake. How wholesome and Americana honestly.

That night he promises to thank you again. Austin's perfect lips wrap themselves around your puffy clit as two, then three fingers curl, shove, and squelch inside you. “You were such a good girl the whole night, baby.” There's something about being called a good girl that makes you absolutely feral. He brings you to orgasm over and over, you lose count after about 7. He's just getting started though. He hasn't even slipped inside. When he does though, it's rough. The glorious slapping sounds of flesh fill the room as he brings himself to the edge over and over, denying himself a release and giving you an additional, what three or four orgasms? You've left feral behind and have crossed over into absolute animalistic filth as you bury yourself in the goose down pillows and practically shove it in your mouth howling. Letting him have his way as you throb and clench, hot and pink with almost blurred vision as he talks you through it. Peppering the conversation with lots of “that's my girl, my pretty baby cums so damn pretty”. When you think you're in need of a paramedic, he blows inside you something reminiscent of Niagara falls. He knows how much you love a vocal man. You end the night not being able to feel your limbs or do anything beyond closing your eyes with a lazy, bashful grin. He gives you one last slap to the ass then mentions as you drift off, “Could you make some of those brownies of yours for the cast and crew tomorrow?”

The third rule of being the other half to everyone's favorite blue eyed baby boy actor? Less is more. This sort of goes hand in hand with the enigma rule. Those celebrities who traipse around in loud designer clothing and accessories covered in flashy logos? That's not you or your man for that matter. Sure you have handbags that cost more than some people's cars, but they are solid authentic leather bags your guy finds you in far flung corners when he's on location. No one really notices when you're papped and printed in People Magazine. You keep your head down in aviators he takes to wearing, a nice little subtle nod. The bands you each wear on that finger are a solid Welsh gold. Whenever his slightly deranged fans see you, the one thing they can't call you is a golddigger. You drive a jeep or even that old Ford truck he restored himself, no Lamborghinis in your garage.

Part of the less is more shtick though is being able to give a cute little nod to him here and there when appropriate. When he's cast in a certain biopic that alters his career and your lives? You sit tight and let him have his moment, after all, you know all the behind the scenes work that goes into it. The blood, sweat, and tears. There are times when he takes method acting to such a level that it's almost like going to bed with another man. You can't exactly complain though. The slight drawl that appears when he says your name is something he is never able to truly shake and you're glad. When the moment is right though, you post a tongue in cheek Instagram post. Your feed is normally bogged down with pictures of the pets, your baking, and various charities you support. This time though, you post a rare photo of yourself looking like you're a certain sort of American royalty stepped from a time machine. It's a candid shot with you at his feet. Worshiping. Except now it's sort of like you worship two men. It's fairly well received, friends tell you, though there will always be hate. Remember, you can't hear the noise. You certainly can't hear the noise women old enough to be your grandmother are making as they lust over the man who's cock you gag on every night.

Those utterly delectable fingers of his snake inside you, make you hiss and come undone as that tongue in cheek sort of throw back makeup you're sporting runs down your cheeks. “Who's my pretty girl?” He teases you. A good hour later when he finally allows himself his own release he's panting your name into your ear. He settles himself in between your breasts. Didn't his agent once mention the girls on Tumblr call him baby boy? If only they could catch a glimpse of him now. Murmuring against your skin and tracing what feels like hearts on your arms. You scroll Zillow and read out the six-figure price tags on castles in Ireland. How does fucking in a dungeon sound, honey?

Rule number four? Be ready to go to bat for him at any moment, others opinions be damned. Being Austin's other half brings out a protective streak in you. A maternal bodyguard quasi agent of sorts. Always keep your eyes peeled for the photogs, especially when he's indulging in that pesky little smoking habit he doesn't exactly like to advertise. That actual management team of his isn't bad, especially once the Elvis flick is underway and you learn just exactly how bad certain managers can be. Still, nobody has his best interests at heart the way you do. Keep his favorite snacks on hand in your purse, water ready at a moment's notice. Your boy has a tendency to work himself to the bone and you certainly cannot allow him to run himself ragged. Tea with hot honey every night was a must while he immersed himself in Elvis. Be his soft place, let him cry and vent while you run your fingers through those golden locks. Take whatever you can off his plate so he can dedicate himself to his craft.

Some wonder if you've lost yourself in him and his life, but it's the exact opposite. You've found yourself. When that angel boy praises you during press tours and jokes on talk shows about you flying out in the middle of the night to see to it his shirts are starched the way he likes and he eats breakfast, well you just sit there and smile. “I couldn't be me without her.” Those words make you melt and you immediately crave the feeling of his hot cream inside you. Playing Elvis brought out a side of him that never truly leaves once filming wraps. Stressed? Tired? Enamored? Him bending you over while you're brushing your teeth becomes a common occurrence. “That's my baby – take it, take it,” you've gotta talk it all out of him sometimes and that's fine with you. You stand in the wings of the Kelly Ripa show and try in vain to hide your red face when a PA offers you a napkin. “I think you spilled something down your leg,” the young girl offers. Something spilled all right, him inside you with his hands gripping your hair just minutes before he was due on stage.

Everything is just so right, it's only natural that cool girl very quickly becomes cool wife.

-

[pupsmailbox]

DOG︰WOLF ID PACK

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PRONOUNS ⌇　arf/arf. awoo/awoo. ba/ball. ba/bark. bark/bark. bite/bite. ble/blep. bo/bone. bo/bork. bork/bork. cae/canine. can/cani. cani/cani. canid/canidae. canin/canine. canine/canine. cha/chase. chew/chew. claw/claw. co/collar. coll/collar. cute/cute. dig/dig. dog/dog. drool/drool. en/energy. fang/fang. fe/fetch. floof/floof. fluff/fluff. fluff/fluffy. fur/fur. fur/furry. ga/game. grey/grey. grim/grim. gro/growl. growl/growl. grr/grr. guard/guard. ho/howl. houn/hound. hound/hound. howl/howl. hunt/hunt. jump/jump. lea/leash. leash/leash. lo/loyal. loyal/loyal. lu/lupi. lup/lup. moon/moon. mutt/mutt. muz/muzzle. night/night. pa/paw. paw/paw. pawprint/pawprit. pet/pet. pla/play. pla/playful. play/play. pooch/pooch. predator/predator. pro/protect. pup/pup. puppy/puppy. ri/rir. ri/ruff. roll/roll. rough/rough. ru/run. ruff/ruff. run/run. silv/silver. slob/slober. snap/snap. snarl/snarl. sni/sniff. snout/snout. soft/soft. squi/squirrel. star/star. star/starry. sti/stick. tai/tail. tail/tail. teeth/teeth. teeth/teething. tre/treat. tre/tree. wa/wag. wa/walk. wag/wag. walk/walk. wolf/wolf. wolf/wolve. wolv/wolve. woof/woof. yap/yap. yip/yip. 🌳. 🎾. 🐕. 🐕‍🦺. 🐩. 🐶. 🐺. 🐾. 🐿. 🔆. 🥎. 🦮. 🦴. 🧸.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

I read over the neat handwriting scrawled elegantly onto my exam paper, a vivid red ink curling into the praise of 'good boy'. Giddy feeling of accomplishment aside, the ink seems to call to me. The letters are sharp, clean, deep. My hands simply itch to acquire such quality.... I recall the many different pens sprawled over my desk, back at Ramshackle, having bought them after discovering the many stationery and art brands of this foreign world. A few professional grade inking pens, a couple of brush pens, simple, smooth ball point pens...

But wow, this pen looks so good. I need to see it decorating my sketchbook!

"Professor, may I ask something?" I decide to (meekly) approach him one day in the hall. "what type of pen do you use for writing? It's so nice!"

I'd assume at this point most staff would be aware of my love for art, if the doodles I mindlessly draw on the sheets are anything to go by.

If you’re wondering, I used this irl luxury fountain pen as reference for the pricing on Crewel’s. It costs 1,255 USD (/thaumarks), which translates into roughly 125,500 yen (/madol).

If he doesn’t scare you, no evil thing will.

“You know fine craftsmanship when you see it.” Crewel folded his arms. “However, I’m afraid that particular writing implement is beyond your budget. Providing the name will do you no good.”

“It can’t be that bad,” you protested with a pout. “It’s okay! I’ve buckled down and dined on cup ramen for weeks and weeks before just to save up enough cash for stationary items!”

Crewel’s brows pinched, then loosened, pulling back to their original positions. He tangentially knew of your endeavors, the fruits of your labor tracked in ink and graphite doodles on every homework assignment and exam you turned in.

Those nuggets of gold, diamonds in the rough. The highlights of his busy work days.

He cracked a small smile and indulged your request.

“Very well, let’s see… This item comes from a specialty shop in Fairest City. For another fountain pen of this make and brand, that would set you back about 125,500 madol.”

Your jaw dropped, your eyes threatening to pop out of your skull. “D-Did I hear you correctly?! 125,500 madol?!”

“Yes,” Crewel replied nonchalantly. “I warned you it may be impractical to purchase on a student’s meager allowance.”

Your heart sank, face falling with it. “Urk! I didn’t expect the price to be that steep…”

There’s no way I can afford that on the monthly money the headmaster gives me! If I budget well and save for a whole year, that only runs me about…

Your fingers twitched as you attempted the mental math. Noticing it, Crewel chuckled.

“You’ve plenty of time to enjoy your school days. Someday, you’ll be that fine adult who can afford all the luxury pens they desire,” he advised with a brief pat on your shoulder, “so do not rush to grow up.

“If you inquire at the Mystery Shop, I’m sure Sam can recommend a number of affordable yet high-quality brands. He is sure to have something comparable to the fountain pen I use.”

[eirinstiva]

Wedding ring

I'm very busy with my current job, so I finally have some time to read the third chapter of The Valley of Fear titled "The Tragedy of Birlstone".

“They've taken his wedding ring!” he gasped. “What!” “Yes, indeed. Master always wore his plain gold wedding ring on the little finger of his left hand. That ring with the rough nugget on it was above it, and the twisted snake ring on the third finger. There's the nugget and there's the snake, but the wedding ring is gone.”

A nugget ring is designed to mimic the look of a raw gold nugget – hence the name. They are traditionally a men’s piece, because of the large size and rough, rocky look of the ring.

Probably the wedding ring had a D-profile. That type of wedding band is known here in my country as "English style"

[grapejuicedragoon]

Godzilla Deicide: Gigan evil chicken nugget Lore!!: On a distant world many light years from earth life flourished. It was a land of giant beasts and among them stood Pre cyborg Gigan a giant highly intelligent raptor like Alien. The beast was stunning with marvelous iridescent green and gold feathers, boasting a crest and beak of Rich scarlet and Vivid Gold. His eyes a deep ruby red and his roar a haunting melody he was truly a marvelous beast to behold and that he was aware of. He basked in the light of his planets star boosting his ego with every flaunt of his feathers little did he know everything was going to change. One day his world was invaded by an ancient race of aliens that sought to destroy worlds and turn them into energy, he retaliate and fought aggressively along side the race native of his world driving the attackers off the planet he believed victory was his, but before he could celebrate the attackers fired a star destroying energy beam at the planet, which hit the kaiju directly the shockwave and heat from the blast devastated the world as the kaiju was left burnt and Crippled, his face charred beyond recognition, his feathers turned to ash and his flesh melted off his bones. There he lay blinded and in agony and all he could hear was the sounds of a losing war and his home being ravaged. Through his pain and anguish there was a deep rage boiling in the his soul. The people of his world tried to save as much life as they could and fled their dying home bringing the crippled god with them. Many years passed as Gigan lay in a stasis chamber on the ship that kept his vitals intact. Left to his thoughts, grief and pain the beast plotted vengeance within his chamber waiting for the day he could bring havoc to those who ruined him, humiliated him and killed his home. That day would soon arrive as the race of people formed an alliance with a powerful galactic empire that agreed to bring their god power once more, they adorned him with powerful cybernetic enhancements to fix his broken body and after many years the beast could finally see once more. His feathers regrown and enhancements put into place he was ready to follow his first commands to gather more resources and find a new suitable home. He followed this command however his heart had dubious intent he returned to his home system and attacked the mining forces of the aliens that had killed his home, but he let some flee so he could follow them to their planet. As a means of vengeance he used his new technology to ravage the alien's military forces leaving them defenseless as he stole resources from their world leaving it in ruin never had he felt a feeling so sweet and so satisfying. He returned to his people craving more destruction than ever before after giving his people the resources necessary to terraform a world he set for his second mission to find a new home and after years of eagerly searching he found the diamond in the rough a world similar to his old home with a blue ocean and sky. This one, this one was perfect standing on the planets soil brought the beast to his knees. he needed it, this had to be his new home. He contacted his people to set up plans for an invasion, but his plans were halted by a beast a fierce god like himself. So he fought head on attacking the giant reptile with brutal force, he enjoyed ever drop of blood spilt from the creature and cackled at every pained shriek. However the giant ankylosaur wasn't alone another god arrived one with a rage that maybe surpassed his own after a long battle the king of monsters forced Gigan to flee and return to his people.

[talesfrommedinastation]

My redneck neighbor Doug on 'The Solitary Clone'

Oh boy, a Daddy Warcrimes episode, happy happy joy joy!

Here it is, Doug's review of 'The Solitary Clone' or, as he calls it, 'Daddy Warcrimes Goes To Texas'.

Nothing much to say...enjoy, you lot. Doug liked this episode, but he likes Daddy Warcrimes the same reason I enjoy characters like the Joker and Daemon Targaryen: I AM NEVER BORED.

CW: Daddy Warcrimes do what he do and Doug narrates it. Need I say more? Oh and if you're from Texas, I apologize ahead of time. Doug shreds the Lone Star State something bad in here.

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Oh boy, we arrive at some dry-ass dump. It’s gross and there’s corn and everyone seems a little off. Must be Oklahoma.

Wait, there’s peaky mountains, must be Texas. Didn’t know Texas was in Star Wars but whatever. 

Well, here’s the Empire, but wait! This dump is run by an angry lady with a bucket on her head dressed like a hippie beekeeper. I’ll call her Beekeeper Bitch.

Anywho, looks like Beekeeper Bitch is holding the government officials hostage today, which is what they do for fun in Texas I guess, besides make barbeques and do weird shit at football games. I hate A&M so much. 

Now, here’s Daddy Warcrimes, having a nice nap in what looks to be the broom closet at my job where the junior engineers always end up banging each other at least once a week. I’m surprised there’s no bleach in there. Jeez, Daddy Warcrimes, no blanket?

Poor Daddy Warcrimes, trying to make friends with the other dudes at lunch and no one wants to go near him because he was forced to sleep in the Dirty Shag Closet. At least the clone cafeteria has turkey legs like Ren Faire. I wonder if it’s because Daddy Warcrimes crashes where the younger employees screw each other all day and there’s stains on the walls no one wants to talk about. Oh well. 

Oh, now we gotta see MBA-Rob. No turkey legs for Daddy Warcrimes today. I hate this little asshole, of course he’s dicking around on his stupid assed phone while Daddy Warcrimes waits and fantasizes about killing and smoked meats.

No one will swipe right on you, Rob, you’re unemployed and gave your last girlfriend an itchy crotch. Or is it left? Up and down? How does that thing where you meet ladies work? 

32 rotations…wtf is this Waterworld shit? How come Daddy Warcrimes isn’t burned to a crisp? How did he survive on that dump? Damn, the man must be part roach, I guess, wow. 

Now he’s got his sweet Johnny Cash armor back on, just looking at him makes me wanna watch that western robot show with Ed Harris again. He’s hanging out in front of that script that possessed Linda Blair back in the day. Does Pazuzu exist in this universe?

Oh, shit, it’s Obi-Wan’s Boyfriend! What in the what what. Glad to see he’s still around! Where’s his gold armor? Did he get it after Obi-Wan…you know, that makes me too sad to think about. I’m sorry, Obi-Wan’s Boyfriend, that must have been rough on you. 

Well, looks like he and Daddy Warcrimes are off!  Where? They’re off on a charming romp to squash some rebellion!...wait, is this a good thing or a bad thing? Who are we rooting for? I’m confused. When did Star Wars get confusing? Am I old now?

Ya know who's not confused? Daddy Warcrimes! His job is pointing, shooting, killing. Which, I get, man. I worked in the oil industry. Speaking of which, they’re back in Texas, but where? Are they in Marfa? This looks like one of the shittier towns in West Texas, outside of El Paso. Are they making meth? Is the Empire the DEA? 

You know, this place is quite nice for someone like Daddy Warcrimes. Second amendment respected, the locals spoke in grunt, and smoked meats for everyone! Speaking of Texas, I wonder if there’s a Buc-ee’s inside, and the Empire wants to take over their jerky emporium, and that’s where this mess came from.

I miss Buc-ees, I could go with a hot brisket sandwich and some Beaver nuggets, get some red velvet fudge for later. 

No wonder Daddy Warcrimes is shooting everyone, the man is hungry! 

God, DAMN, Daddy Warcrimes waiting and staying perfectly still while he’s getting shot at and the TANK holy SHIT he is a BAD ASS but a BAD PERSON and I am CONFUSED BUT I LIKE IT? 

("Meat Muffin, you got a doctorate, diagnose me, what is this feeling where I’m confused but happy?"

"It’s just being happy, Doug, and my doctorate is not in psychology.")

And those crap robots are shooting at them again, but are these good guy robots? Didn’t we spend the last few years hating on them? Oh wait, they’re reprogrammed for defense…oh.

Have I ever told you how much I hate those damn things? They look like vacuum cleaners, if someone made art of a vacuum cleaner that they wanted to be human. Non sexy vacuum cleaners.

("Doug, when did you ever think vacuum cleaners were sexy?"

"Never, don’t know what you’re talking about.") 

Why does this feel like an FBI siege? Is this based on Waco? Shit man, I was in the navy when that happened. This ain’t good. This really is Daddy Wacrimes's Texan adventure, isn't it?

But what is good is Daddy Warcrimes and his GUN. Look at those trick shots like the man is yelling ‘SKEET’ and ‘PULL’ like you wouldn’t believe. I bet he’s the type of person who throws a tantrum at the ice cream store because his favorite flavor is ‘bullets’ and it ain’t on the menu.

Look at him and Obi-Wan’s boyfriend just going up and killing robots left and right. He ain’t good, but that ain’t bad. Which is…good or bad? Ah, whatever, I like this damn show. 

And there’s Beekeeper Bitch bitching at the Empire’s Bitch. Those couches look comfy. 

Daddy Warcrimes is coming your way! When she’s not wearing her helmet, Beekeeper Bitch looks just like my niece! Wow! Oh, now I don’t know, is she bad? Good? She wants independence for her people, maybe Obi-Wan’s Boyfriend and Daddy Warcrimes can listen to her? 

Oh, shut up, Empire Bitch, no one cares. ‘Execute her’ uh shut up, your hat sucks and don’t you know that Obi-Wan’s Boyfriend is a free-thinking MAN who might just up and take a DUMP on your LAWN. 

Well, no. Damn, Daddy Warcrimes, you cold-assed sonofabitch. 

‘Hang her body in the square’, what in the hell, this is dark, Dr Meat Muffin, are you letting your sweet girls watch this show? One of them’s a baby, I hope not. 

(I was 100% watching this with my 2 year old, it was on Disney, what do you expect- Dr. MM)

Welp, Daddy Warcrimes is back where he started, chilling in the cafeteria and his new best friend is his helmet. Wonderful. The helmet will at least make eye contact with him. 

Back to MBA-Rob being a dick to everyone and now Obi-Wan’s Boyfriend has run off. Probably to drink himself into a stupor and cry in a shower somewhere. I know I would, too.  

We really didn’t learn anything in this episode, did we? Well, I learned that Daddy Warcrimes is living a confusing life, never gets to eat and has to sleep in the Dirty Shag Closet. But at least he's got his helmet and his gun and MBA-Rob.

I know he’s bad, but he’s good at that, which is bad…but for me, it’s good?

[baronetcoins]

I feel like I win when I lose—Director's Commentary

In what is rapidly becoming a tradition of mine, I went on a research Bender for my Yuletide fic and there are so many details I want to point out and discuss—so I will. This year I wrote I feel like I win when I lose for @avengingmariner and I did loose my mind over it, but in a fun way. Join me in my descent into madness below the cut.

My brief was "you must put my man laurence in A Situation" and I somehow landed on the core nugget of "Napoleon finds Laurence in his darkest hour, instead of Tharkay"—mostly because NGL I haven't read further in this series than Victory of Eagles. I'm working on it, just not there yet.

From that point I just sort of... started writing and felt out where the story wanted to go, and then I kept falling into research holes. Here are some of the fun pieces of information I learned in rough order of where they popped up in the fic.

There was chicken set aside from the dinner he was supposed to have had hours ago, before an urgent missive had pulled him away—a simple roast bird, born out from what local provisions had been found

The WEEK I was working on this, Max Miller of Tasting History put out a video on Napoleon. I wasn't able to work in a lot of detail about the food here just because I couldn't make it flow into what I was writing, but there's so much I wish I could have talked about. The weird thing with chicken! Apocryphal stories about how dishes got their names! His drinking habits! The inherent whatever of breaking bread with somebody who's supposed to be your enemy! Now that I'm writing this paragraph I feel like I need to write another fic about food.

And then I Made chicken marengo the week after because I was curious. It was fine?

le mistral noir

Now this bit owes its thanks to Kangoo, my resident French correspondent. I was talking to him about what could be a nickname the French soldiers used for Temeraire, and he suggested "le mistral" which he described as "(very cold and often violent wind that blows into france from great britain, known for cleaning the sky of clouds and also wrecking your shit) (also the name of a fighter plane)" and I went "oh, that's Perfect". And I wanted to be able to explain that reference. Because it's So Good.

He blinked around at the courtyard of brick building before being hurried just as swiftly into a fine bedchamber where he was given a cold supper and the opportunity to wash himself. With little else to do, he fell into another restless sleep.

This was a fun bit of gamesmanship to think out—where would Napoleon want to set the treaty signing in order to send a message? And in order to think about that, I had to learn more about how the government of Britain worked in this timeframe (polisci major hat incoming).

In the US, authority to make treaties is vested in the executive branch, but the legislative branch has to ratify them. I did not know how that worked for the British, because their system mystefies me to this day. Luckily, I found this paper which explains how it worked in 1938, and there isn't much reason to expect it to have changed in that period, so the answer is "at least in theory, the authority rests with the Crown".

Based on that, I figured he'd want to make a point by holding it in a royal building as opposed to Westminster, so I went with St. James' palace which has been used for state stuff forever. Unfortunately, the details for the interior of St. James' are scarce. I was looking at 1860s watercolors to try and squint out a layout.

It was a dress uniform of aviator green, with gold braid and buttons as well as twin epaulettes. He dropped it as if it were a hot coal.

This was perhaps my longest diversion. I'm not intimately familiar with the internal culture of the military <understatement, but I knew having Laurence be present in any form would be read as a huge statement. So what kind of statement would you want to make? Ultimately I went with "the biggest 'fuck you' possible", so Laurence in a British aviator's uniform.

Then there was the question of fringe or no fringe. Which didn't even make it into the fic, but was an interesting diversion. You see, "captain" is a term that connotes a different level of authority in the Army vs the Navy. NATO has a standard rank scale I was able to squint at here, as it tries to standardize across branches and countries. Captain in the British Army is an OF-2 rank, but Captain in the British Navy is an OF-5 rank. What does it represent in those terms in the Arial Corps? I have no idea! This impacts nothing here other than if one or both epaulettes would have fringe on them.

He wandered the hallways, passing French soldiers who saluted him and English dignitaries who ignored him or glared at him in turn. In desperation he returned to seek refuge in the room he’d been left last.

The medal Laurence gets is that of the Légion d'honneur, and nominally military personnel in uniform are supposed to salute other uniformed personnel wearing it, regardless of ranks involved. That was too good of a detail not to gesture at.

The Wikipedia article

I picked Jacques-Louis David entirely because he's my favorite artist of this time period and location, though the fact he did official work for Napoleon was a bonus. I'm very interested in the uses of these really formalized displays of image-crafting as used for propaganda, and also it's just fun to think about. Spent ages looking at Wikipedia too to get the formatting and the style of writing right, which I think I did.

The Title

Really, it just made me laugh, so it had to stay. I mean the song is also fitting and I think it's the sentiment I wanted to gesture at emotionally, but it is also funny,

[sloanescasebook]

Update

Hey guys! Just letting y'all know, progress is being made. I got a little side tracked working on some original stuff, work,family stuff and before I knew it was the end of beginning of march -__-

But, after rereading and getting back int he swing of things, the next chapter is coming along nicely. I wrote a really rough, skeleton-like draft of the next few chapters together and now fleshing out the very next one. A few things are still in flux but I'm liking it so far.

Some may have noticed we're getting close to the end of the canon series.

But not here!

I still got stuff I want to write about with Sloane and NIck and the others, and a generally very different ending in mind. I mean, we got four other bones to find...

Without spoiling anything, some inspirations I know I want to hit:

-Dracula

-Puss in Boots (the story, not the movies)

-Prince and the Pauper (might combine with puss because the ideas I have are similar...)

-more Japanese urban legends and folklore

-Bloody Mary

-Aladdin

-More Fae shenanigans!

-Mim and Jean finally get married! And maybe someone else...

-The triplets!

-stuff i don't know how to not spoil!

Some maybes:

-thumbalina (an old favorite but...how? without being really out of place?)

-Pygmalion (might be too much like Disguise and Dolls with the perfect children?)

-Ugly Duckling (did "I want to be beautiful" story way back with Killer Looks, based more on those "good sister, bad sister" sort of stories...So more like someone not fitting in? Adoption gone wrong? Jealousy over someone else becoming pretty? It is a classic.)

-Nightingale. (Technically I think "The thing with feathers" was working on this one as a theme with her having the gold nugget in her throat instead of a golden voice--combing it with the goose that laid the golden egg. But I was thinking something with the shady part of the music industry could be interesting...)

-Snow White and Rose Red--I was kind of picturing Sloane and Juliette/Eve in these roles, but I feel like we've settled that...

-Time whimey bullshit--jumping the shark?

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That's what I'm running with right now.

Do you guys have any ideas? I make not guarantees, but I'd love to hear them. Is there a tale I"m forgetting or don't know that would be perfect? An urban legend? A piece of classic literature? Do you think Grimm dropped the ball with one idea? Let me know!

[cydanite]

I was looking through past asks I sent and I saw you said to remind you to share your nether head cannons and I think I will bring it back up

So what are your thoughts

:D Here they are!

-There used to be a robust trade network between the Nether and the Overworld. Humans and Piglins came and went between the dimensions, exchanging goods and services.

-Piglin culture is less community-oriented then ours. Piglins lived in Bastion strongholds which acted as super-condensed towns. These towns were connected by long bridges, what are now Fortresses. The Fortress interiors were used as forts or rest stops.

-The Nether was on the cusp of a Golden Age with the discovery of Netherite, a complex alloy that allowed for the development of unprecedented technology. Soon Netherite could be found used near everywhere in the Nether.

-That is, until the harmful radiation the alloy gave off was discovered too late. Those who were exposed for too long became sick and died... before rising again in undeath.

-Efforts were made to stop future exposure. All netherite objects were compacted into rough cubes and quickly buried deep below the surface, roughly spread apart to not have any single location of high toxicity while waiting for their radioactivity to slowly, slowly decay.

-The bridges between Bastions were broken to eliminate any accidental transport of unregulated netherite between towns. Many human and piglins guardsmen were left stranded in the remaining Fortress interiors, slowly dying to sickness. Desperate, they ate blaze powder, immolating themselves from the inside and leaving their undead skeletal remains charred and blackened.

-Finally, the unafflicted humans and piglins escaped to the Overworld, breaking the nether portals behind them. However it was impossible not to bring the disease with them, which was able to afflict the piglins rapidly in the lowered temperature. The surviving humans were able to develop a cure in time to save them all, but the undead plague remains to this day. This is where all undead mobs come from.

-Back in the Nether, those who were near death were banished from the Bastions. They died in great valleys, their souls trapped in the sand below and their skeletons wandering aimlessly above. I haven't decided what the giant skeletons belonged to yet.

-Without apples in the Nether there is no cure, only prevention. Gold is worn at all times to protect oneself from the disease. Those without gold are inviting the sickness upon themselves, and it's good practice to kill and throw them into lava on sight to prevent future spread.

-Over many years, society collapsed in the Nether. Piglins now roam in packs or on their own, living semi-nomadically. They journey around small territories, hunting and gathering as they do so. Some larger gangs can secure a broken-down Bastion to squat in, but they remain in disrepair as hunting for food and gathering protective gold take up most of the time and energy.

-Gold is the main currency, though it is hardly regulated. The main rule is that gold is exchanged for some survival resource, and survival resources are traded for gold. If you hand someone a gold ingot, they will judge it's worth before giving you an equivalent item in return. In game some of these seem useless. But bottles of drinkable water are especially valuable (I headcanon that warped fungus trunks can be tapped for water as well, but all the same it is difficult to gather at all), as well as rare iron nuggets scavenged from old Overworld items, the buckles off of belts and the nails out of tools.

-Nowadays, many centuries later, ancient debris clumps have gone through their half-life, and can be melted down and reforged into a new, non-toxic alloy.

[motordyk]

art summary a liddle sparse this year but thats okay <3

[royalvixxen]

MEET MY MIDDLE / LITTLE

How do you Identify: Middle

Your Name: Heidi 💕

Gender: Female

Physical Appearance: cute and edgy, graphic tees, plaid shirts, skinny ripped jeans, shorts and skirts, kinky coily curls, glasses and contacts, Vans, converse, nike and jordan shoes, and pretty dresses

Describe your Personality: loyal, shy, stubborn, quiet and friendly, observant, quirky, loves to help others, playful

Hobbies/Interests: Anime, gaming 🎮, cooking, art, music, dancing, reading, coloring

Favorite Fun Activity(ies): Making collages, cooking/baking, amusement parks/fairs, zoos, spending time with friends

Centering Activities: Playing video games, coloring, cooking, watching anime

Favorite Animal: Foxes, Wolves, Dragons, Red Pandas, Dogs, Otters

Favorite Toy/Object: Nintendo DS, UNO Cards, Phone

Markers, crayons, or colored pencils?Markers and Colored Pencils

Favorite Color(s): Maroon, Purple, Emerald Green, Rose Gold

Favorite Sweet Treat(s): Brownies, Lemon Cake, Ice Cream

Favorite Snack(s): Pretzels, Chex Mix, Nutella toast with strawberries, any fruit

Favorite Food(s): Tacos, Fettuccine Alfredo, Chiken nuggets/rings, fries, mac and cheese

Favorite Drink(s): Sweet/Peach Tea, Strawberry Lemonade, Chocolate Milk, Fruit smoothies, Lattes

Favorite Season: Fall

Bratty or Sweet in nature? Sweet ☺️¸

Strong-Willed or Easily Guided? Strong Willed

Rough & Tough or Gentle & Sensitive? Gentle & Sensitive 😌¸ but can be rough and tough when she needs to be

Do they Prefer Cuddles or Play Time? Both

What kind of Music do they like? Pop, HIp-Hop, Country, 90s/2000s R&B

Favorite Movie(s)/TV Show(s): Anything 90s/2000s Disney, The Magic School Bus, Totally Spies, Winx, 90s/2000s Nickelodeon, Zoboomafoo

Their Best Attribute: Her Kindness and being helpful to others

Their Worst Trait: Her stubbornness

What would be a Punishment to them?? Restricting the ability to go out and do something (ie, you can’t go out with friends this weekend, no going shopping, etc).

* A Stern Lecture

* A Spanking

* Writing Lines

* Being made to Write Out their feedings and/or an apology and give it/read it to the person they hurt or disrespected.

* Being treated as a younger age in an "Act like a Child, be treated like one" type of scenario.

* Having privileges temporarily taken away.

What would be a Reward they would enjoy? Quality time with her person! Taking her shopping or to get ice cream. Planning a movie night!

* Going to a Fair or Amusement Park with games and rides.

* Going to a special event or concert with their Big and/or other Little/Middles.

* Receiving a Special Gift that feels personal

Are they sexually awakened? She is sexually awakened but not as much.

Do you currently have a Big? Sorta we haven't fully discussed to dynamic but are making plans too.

Describe your Big OR what kind of Big you would love share a dynamic with: 

They’d need to be very patient and willing to go slow emotionally with her. They need to be able to control their anger/tone, but assertive and possessive when needed. They have to let her have a wild spirit, but know that she will always come back to them. And they need to lover her quiet, shy and nerdy self, she loves being a goob and being a weird, little thing. Must love cuddles and watching Disney movies 🥰

Favorite Thing about your Big OR what you're most looking forward to about them??

She’s looking forward to the security they want to offer. As much as she likes to roam and do her own thing, she longs to belong and have space that’s specifically for her.

What else...?

I'm still learning about my middle and I'm really excited to explore this space further...

Something to know is that I don't go into my middle headspace very often, much like submission it's something I share with very few directly. That being said I would LOVE to share some middle/little time with others who identify this way.

[staticshipstation]

📺Welcome to my self ship blog!📺

Hi I'm Max! I go by They/Them Tv/Tvs and Toon/Toons!

This is my self shipping blog! Made primarily so I can have a space just to sort of gush about F/Os and stuff.

My Main F/O is Dingodile from Crash Bandicoot! (tag:Bread and Butter)

Other Romantic F/Os that you can find on here:

Terry (Soul) (Tag: After Love)

Roxanne Wolf (FNAF) (Tag: My Favorite)

Lena Hyena (WFRR) (Tag: ?????)

Ramaraffe (MaoMao) (Tag: ?????)

Mommy Long Legs (PPT) (Tag: Bubblegum)

Alice Angel (BATIM) (Tag: Fallen Angel)

Deep Diver (TTCC) (Tag: Angel Fish)

Dragon King (MK 2023) (Tag:Boiling Water)

There's more but this list will be updated.

Familial F/OS that you can find!

(Parental)

King K Rool (DK) (Tag: Silver and Gold)

Bowser (Mario) (Tag: ????)

King Dedede (Kirby) (Tag: Dreamland Throne)

More to be Added!

(Children)

Wooly (ATA) (Tag: Peach Nugget)

Figment (Disney) (Tag: Little Spark)

Scapegoat (Toontown) (Tag: ????)

Sonic.Exe (Creepypasta) (Tag: Xavier Maurice Hog)

Helpy (Fnaf) (Tag: Little Helper)

The Toon Patrol (Tag:Roadkill Rascals)

More To Be Added!

(Siblings)

Pain and Panic (Disney) (Tag: Chaos Trio)

Rough and Tumble (Sonic) (Tag: Burglar Brothers)

Scratch and Grounder (Sonic) (Tag: Robroniks)

Montgomery Gator (Fnaf) (Tag: Rock and Roll)

More to be added!

Other Blogs:

Main Blog (https://www.tumblr.com/kingmaxstatic)

X Reader Blog (https://www.tumblr.com/maxslibrary)

[oblivionbladetd]

The Big Lily list revisit: The good

For just like monkeys on typewriter, Sometimes you get nuggets of gold from boldfaced ignorance. In the Link I just have the 16 or so tips that I think are good at go. You can indeed take something from all the advice she tries to give, but like I said in the now ancient announcement of this it is being judged by the audience she has any business talking to, First time writers and super amateur writers with only one or two stories to their names.

That said enjoy the rough fourth of a time Lily has any fuckin point.

[noloveforned]

friday night finds me hosting no love for ned on wlur from 8pm until midnight, as usual. please swing by if you're around or stream last week's show on mixcloud when you get a few minutes!

no love for ned on wlur – october 6th, 2023 from 8-10pm

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