#gralloching

[arrayed-in-purple]

I need to be gralloched

[bonefall]

When I was a kid, they had me dissecting owl pellets. It sounds gross, but it was actually pretty cool (and personally I'm glad my school never had us dissecting actual dead frogs). Just little balls of super compacted fur and bones, usually mouse fur and bones. The mouse bones were SOOO tiny and had so many intricate shapes, and you could find little broken pieces in there too. Maybe cats could gather owl pellets for bonus materials?

I have no idea where a school would get so many owl pellets for kids to dissect, or if they're still doing this, but in some context playing with mouse bones was a thing!

My school had a marine biology course where we got to dissect increasingly complex animals, bloodworms, starfish, goldfish, working our way up towards a shark for a whole year. The day before we were gonna do it, someone LEFT THE SHARKS OUT IN A BUCKET. Aaaaaalll night, had to be trashed in the morning.

it is my third or perhaps fourth villain origin story.

Owl pellets are pretty common though! You get them in mass from almost any captive owl, since they don't chew. Come to think of it, I should totally make a divination practice for Clerics based off what they can find in a pellet.

Maybe call it something like "Omen Gralloching," in reference to cutting it open and pulling out bones like they're organs from prey. I love how an owl was used as a symbol of oncoming dark times in TPB and I'd like to subvert the "wise old owl" cultural trope in some way.

[30150]

i'm not going to make a big long post about this so i'll get straight to the point.

i'm back to working 12hr weeks instead of 25 again. i need money for groceries and money to help my partner out until they get paid next week. even $50 would help a shitton (we could get fruit and not frozen shit)

ca $gralloched , ask off anon (wont publish) for other payment methods. thank youu ❤️

[foreverly]

hi! my name is june, and im in desperate need of money right now. i'm working at a part time job, and my hours have been cut because my boss dislikes me. on top of this, my insurance charges me at the end of every month, so i've been left with $7.48 — i have to get LYFTs to work as i cannot walk to the bus stop, and i have to work both tuesday and wednesday.

i would appreciate at least $5 from a few people, if you can offer more then that's great!

CA: $gralloched | pay: gralloched | VM: ask

[whitegoldtower]

The extremely chaotic tiefling in question.

This is Gralloch, lovingly nicknamed ‘Buster’, ‘The World’s Angriest Bard’ or ‘The Worst Thing The Illithids Could Have Pulled From Avernus’.

(I’m so fuckin mad that Tiktok gnashed the video quality ffs. I just want to make pretty edits like everyone else. 😒)

Anyway. The bit after the ‘Critical Success!’ Is the point at which I imagine the companions like “BUSTER, NOOOOOO!”

[veganterrorist]

If you're unable to kill the animal you plan to eat with your own hands, if you're unable to physically take that life yourself, then you may as well be vegan, you fucking coward. If your consumption of flesh is solely based on the painstaking hard work of other individuals then why even bother eating it in the first place? Convenience? Get fucked. It's a simple transaction and I'll lay it out for you.

If you want to eat meat, buy a calf. Raise the calf. Feed the calf, nurture the calf, until the animal is fully matured. Buy a captive bolt gun. Find an isolated area on your property—Don't live on a tract of land or maybe you're an urbanite? Don't bother eating meat then, unless you've got an appetite for rats, pigeons, or gulls. That's the most achievable and sustainable option for you—Stun the cow into unconsciousness by destroying part of the brain with the bolt. After this you exsanguinate your pet cow by slitting the throat with an especially sharp blade or saw. Make sure you collect blood as it's a valuable byproduct that can be consumed or used as fertiliser. If you're able to kill your animal, skin it, gralloch it, then butcher the carcass, well, congratulations, you've got your meat! Or, alternatively, just go hunting or fishing with your father, I'm sure he'd relish the time with you.

However, if you're the type of person that's used to only consuming meat in the form of congealed meat patties that are frozen then transported across country (or internationally), or white meat combined with grain filler and then pressed into fun little shapes that appeal to children, then you may as well be eating the plant-based/vegan equivalent. You have no reasonable excuse.

[i-eat-leaf-mold]

Will I be pretty once I've skinned myself alive? Once I've laid my guts out, all for the world to see. Once I’m nothing more than a carcass, a stray cat hit at the side of the road? When I'm benign, just a myriad of human flesh An amalgamation of remains rollicking about a brumal linoleum floor What a terrible fate that is Gasping for air over a lost love Curled in a ball, on that floor Though what's lost was never the person It was the idea that the love could be given to someone And I know I'll never be loved in the way I can love To never have the reciprocation of skinning ourselves down to the bosom of our esse Beyond picayune exploits To be stripped down to the plinth of our beings To cavort as muscle and bone To lay our lives out and gralloch ourselves for no other reason than the warmth and intimacy of our carcasses intertwining in danse macabre Even surpassing the conviction, the proclivity of closeness I'd never once been a muse Not a soul engulfed in desire at the conception of our skin meeting Not one personnage desperate enough to become a beggar, Infatuated enough to outwardly crave converging substance Deeper than physical intimacy, Not a soul coveting the abstraction of our thoughts entwining about each others And I'd always wanted to be loved in the grueling, gruesome way. Teeth bore into skin. But holy water could never cleanse the marks left there by the hands of those who've “loved” me.

[brian-in-finance]

Screenshot: Outlander-Online

S04E06 Blood Of My Blood • 9 December 2018 Official Script

Outlander Rewatch 2023 Countdown To Season 7

Favourite Word

Ye dinna prepare the gralloch, ye dinna eat. — Jamie

Photo: Starz

Favourite Line

I had Murtagh make it. From one of the silver candlesticks. I ken my mother would give her blessing to fashion part of it into a ring for ye. — Jamie

Gif: @wafflesetc

Favourite Image

I dinna ken the meaning of all they're saying, but... I believe their mercy was due to you. Your courage. — Jamie

Gifs: @give-me-a-thousandkisses

Remember… you are a rather remarkable woman. You are neither circumspect nor circuitous. I don't believe I've ever met anyone so devastatingly straightforward, male or female. — Lord John Grey

48th of 75 • Saturday, 20 May 2023

[adtothebone]

The fella sitting to the side of me at today’s North Star Auction won this cute little hunting bone saw. The end of the saw is the way it is so you don’t accidentally cut open some nasty innards while gralloching.

[britishcyclesport]

Gralloch Sportive

Gralloch Sportive, ridden the race? Stay for the sportive! How’s the winter training going? Had enough of steaming up your pain-cave while staring at your avatar? Well it won’t be for ever, we’ve passed the winter solstice and the days are getting longer. Admittedly I find it difficult to detect any change at the moment, time for another bit of winspiration! (Winter+inspiration=winspiration)…

[bonefall]

What does Iceheart think about his clan kin and how does he treat them?

He treats ThunderClan VERY well. He acts very much like a polite guest, which is partially just his normal personality. Very respectful and prefers to be asked to be included in group activities, rather than just joining on his own (autism)

The Clan, however, is still intimidated by him a bit. Especially the ones who watched him gralloch Tigerstar.

So everyone is cordial, but he does end up hanging out with the younger cats more often than the older ones. Raised on the stories of how he killed the greatest tyrant the Clans had ever known with one paw, they think he's mega cool and always try to get him to show off.

If you asked Iceheart about his favorite people, he would list,

Firestar. His brother-in-honor. They're bound deeply (though to be fair Iceheart is more invested in this than Firestar is. "Hey Iceheart hows your morning" "I'd kill for you" "Nice!")

Cloudtail. Cloudtail is honest and straightforward, they dig that about each other. Cloudtail doesn't even care about the Tigerstar thing anymore, it was eons ago and Scourge is like an old war vet he's friends with, if that makes sense

Squirrelflight and Leafpool. Like goddaughters to him.

Sorreltail. She's never been afraid of anything, let alone old Iceheart. He likes her passion.

Ferncloud. Patient teacher who became closer with him because of how much the kits like him, he attends lectures in the nursery sometimes just to help keep them all focused.

Purdy, when he visits. He likes his stories, and he likes asking questions that back Purdy into a corner and he has to start lying. ("And that was when I fought the fox!" "Mm, didn't you say you'd been wounded?" "Yes! With one paw I fought the dog!" "Dog? Not fox?" "Yes! The dog fox!")

And, of course, he becomes close with his apprentice Mousewhisker, as most mentors do. Mousewhisker picks up some "icy politeness" from him, though he's more of a showoff. Iceheart is very proud of him.

There's a lot of people who died that he was fond of, too. Rainwhisker with his calm curiosity, Elderberry and her sass, Frostfur and her insight.

[youneedthisjob]

mm. glad you liked that drawing of you.

actually, i have another one. here. maybe you'll like this one more.

       he’s  quiet.        it’s  not  odd  for  subservience  to  sew  his  lips  with  silence  —  for  spool,  cruelly  spun  and  strung,  to  drip  vermilion  and  vice.  but  the  air’s  quiet  crease  is  unusual  even  by  his  standards,  still  as  he  takes  the  drawing  into  his  hands  ;  once  tender,  now  hollow.        there’s  a  misty  memory  in  the  midst  of  his  palms  —  warmth,  a  weight  lifted  —  that  doesn’t  quite  fracture  the  fog  :  he’s  distant,  a  vessel  before  an  observer  —  and  an  observer  long  before  a  person.  it  couldn't  possibly  permeate  the  purity  of  his  soul,  gralloched  and  gutted,  scraped  clean  of  its  sin,  its  sacrilege  —        but  he  stares.        oh,  he  stares.  there’s  silence  for  a  beat,  a  second,  a  minute  —  two,  three,  four, five.  he’s  silent,  deathly  so,  but  he  stares  —  blank  gaze,  unblinking  ;  stood  statuesque  ;  staring,  staring,  staring.  and  through  the  silent  static,  the  humbuzz  of  bleeding  hornets,  he  finally speaks  ;  a  simple  statement.

       "  he’s  beautiful.  "        it’s  an  observation  before  anything  else  :  a  fact  undisputed,  unarguable.  the  words  once  filled  his  throat  with  blood,  choking  him  with  sticky-sweet  red  ;  leaving  him  a  sputtering,  slain  mess,  bleeding  before  His  grace.  but  he’s  better  than  that  now  ;  he’s  silver  and  pristine,  untainted  by  the  fervor  of  tumultuous  desire.        he’s  pure.        "  is this for me? thank  you,  "  is  all  he  has  to  say  ;  smile  practiced  and  perfect,  eyes  empty.        still  staring.

[late-to-the-magnus-archives]

- a book of Puritan prayers that begin rejoicing in the "life everlasting," but turn into laments as Heaven rots and fails. Reading it leaves the reader thinking maybe they themselves are already dead, too, trapped in a failing world (the end)

- a book of surgical poetry that starts out tongue-in-cheek, but as you read, slowly change the reader's bones to match the oh-so-whimsical illustrations matching the poems (the flesh)

- a book regarding the best tourists spots to take Instagram photos, which become harder and harder to reach, eventually requiring life-threatening stunts and villainous behavior in order to achieve those positions (the hunt)

- a vintage 1960s editing of Vogue with makeup tips which, if followed, physically erase the reader's face and recreate it to match those in the magazine, regardless of race or body structure (the stranger)

- a book on field dressing which, if read, will induce the reader to gralloch themselves step by step as described (the slaughter)

- a weird copy of Zoobooks magazine on spiders, which, when read, cause people to walk out their front doors, travel to the closest large train station (Penn Station, Shinjuku Station, Gare du Nord, etc.) in which they buy a random ticket, then disappear forever (the web)

Jurgen Leitner had 978 fucked up books in his collection at it's height, but we've only heard of 26 of them officially. So I thought it would be fun to come up with some possible additions of my own.

- a diet cookbook that the recipes when eaten will cause you to literally rot from the inside out, tied to the corruption.

- a version of the Little Prince where the prince never encounters anyone else in all his travels, every world is empty save for him and never makes friends. Slowly becoming sadder and lonelier throughout the book. Tied to the lonely and possibly the vast.

- a book of songs where none of the lyrics make sense and if sung the world too will reflect the complete nonsensical patterns of the music at least to the reader. Tied to the spiral.

- a version of Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark that is even more sinister and as you read an overwhelming darkness weighs down on you until it swallows the reader whole. Tied to the dark.

- a guide to gardening that possesses the reader to dig, to feel the dirt beneath their skin, and to plant themselves deep within the earth. Tied to the buried.

- a cloud charting book that deceives the reader into seeing enormous beings in the clouds looming over humanity. Tied to the vast.

- a book on communication that makes the reader more and more paranoid as they read it slowly destroying any chance on actual communication. Possibly tied to the eye.

[whitegoldtower]

If you wanna know what a tiefling bard durge sounds like

It’s this. Gralloch ‘Buster’ fab Don’s theme is literally just this. It’s not a voice option, but Buster totally has an Irish accent

[gkdhaka]

Connor Swift, Cameron Mason and Alex Dowsett will be riding in the 2023 British Gravel Championships

Riders at the start of the Gralloch gravel race. The 2023 British Gravel Championships will take place this weekend at the King’s Cup Gravel Festival in King’s Forest, Suffolk. The start list for the third edition is a who’s who of not just the best gravel bike riders, but British cycling in general, and includes Ineos Grenadier and all-new gravel master Connor Swift, who won the first edition…

[i-eat-leaf-mold]

And I know

And I know Ill never be loved in the way I can love

To never have the reciprocation of skinning ourselves down to the bosom of our esse

Beyond picayune exploits

To be stripped down to the plinth of our beings

To cavort as muscle and bone

To lay our lives out and gralloch ourselves for no other reason than the warmth and intimacy of our carcasses intertwining in danse macabre