#hors-contexte

[nuwanders]

they’re running errands in dawnstar :^)

[vedast]

quoi de plus ravigotant qu'une ballade sous la pluie ?

[jade-curtiss]

C'est toujours weird quand ça arrive, mais les clients qui font des plaintes pis que la plainte c'est genre "j'ai des préjugés pis d'la mauvaise foi" (dans le contexte ci c'est comme...le dude était profondément agressif et misogyne d'emblée, j'commence à parler, finalement le problème escalade à autre choses, ça débordait tellement j'ai du raccrocher. Y recall pour faire la même shit...so j'le met en attente sinon y va faire ça à répétition, finalement quelqu'un a géré mais aucune idée comment, mais le gars a porté plainte parce-qu'apparament j'lui ai dit que j't'ais pas une "madame" et non le 10 minutes ou c'qui m'envoyais chier personellement parce-qui pensait qui parlait directement à la personne à qui son pétage de coche était dirigé...dude j'te connais pas andjsjsnfjf 😭)

[jules-and-company]

je peux vraiment pas vous donner le contexte pour cette image. mais. seeing his fine thighs was not in my 2023 bingo but boy am i glad it is

[too-much-tma-stuff]

This idea sort of burst out of me like Alien so it's unedited. There will probably be more.

In short, Cas picks up on the fact that Danny is pregnant at a Wayne Gala and have the right idea but the wrong context.

Masterpost

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Danny was barely holding it together and really he had been for a long time. It had sort of been fun and games at first when he became a hero. Sure his accident had hurt like hell but he'd sort of repressed that and for real? Lunch Lady? Box Ghost? Even Skulker was sort of a joke and he hasn't actually felt threatened. Sneaking around behind his parents backs and sneaking out with his friends had been fun. It had all felt like a game at first, and then somewhere in there things had gotten very real.

He'd known he couldn't count on his family to protect him but they couldn't even see Vlad was a threat. And he felt like he had lost the last of his innocence when he saw the clone Vlad had made of him melt. He hasn't been in time, he had panicked and he had only managed to save a couple by taking them into his own body to shield their still forming cores. Ellie and... should Danny name the other one or would he name himself when he was ready?

He kept touching his stomach over where he could feel the little balls of his mirror children hovering just below his own core. He was so tired all the time as they relied on his energy, he was eating more then ever and he knew his family was worried. He didn't think he could hide this and he couldn't predict when they would emerge. What if they did in front of his parents? They definitely wouldn't react well. And Vlad kept trying to use this against Danny. Promising to look after him and the babies if he was really insisting on carrying them, as if Danny could rip those tiny 'lives' out of himself now.

And no matter how many times he tried to tell his parents that Vlad was bad news, that he creeped Danny out and made him feel unsafe they wouldn't listen! Dad didn't even hear him and mom made sympathetic noises and then told him to bear with it for Jack's sake because he didn't have many friends.

So of course when Vlad had asked if 'Daniel' could accompany him to a gala in Gotham his father had agreed! Even his mother had agreed when Vlad promised it would be educational and safe! And here Danny was, hanging on by a fucking thread in a suit that felt uncomfortably tight around his middle, having just escaped being paraded around as Vlad heir like a particularly expensive watch. He was behind the snack table having piled a plate as high as he could and scarfing it down before Vlad could find him again and scold him for being rude. He hadn't noticed yet that a family of dark haired socialites kept giving him worried looks. A young woman with dark eyes signing frantically to a man with blue eyes and a dimpled frown.

It was the man who slid up carefully next to Danny trying not to startle since he seemed to have genuine food aggression.

"Yeesh kid you seem like you're starving! All those fancy Hors d'oeuvres are fun but not very cooling and I feel like I'd be a poor host if I didn't offer you something more filling! If you'll come me to the kitchen I'm sure our family butler would be happy to whip something up for you?" The man said with an inviting some that did nothing to sooth the way Danny's hackles raised instinctively.

He was about to say no on reflex when he spotted Vlad heading towards them with an expression like a thunder cloud. Danny's back went ridged and the other man followed his gaze with a frown. "You know what ya that sounds great let's go now!" Danny said dropping his half full plate on a nearby tray and dragged the stranger away with him as Vlad shouted after him.

"Daniel come back this instant! Unhand mister Wayne! Daniel this is unacceptable!"

'Mr. Wayne' took over leading them and spirited Danny through a back door as a bubbly blonde intercepted Vlad and a small woman slid in behind them like a shadow.

"So, Danial I assume?" The man asked, amusement crinkling around his eyes as Danny grimaced.

"Mr. Wayne I assume?" Danny returned, unaware of the way one arm was protectively wrapped around his stomach, but the girl noticed. It was Dicks turn to grimace.

"Okay ya, I go by Dick. What about you?"

"Danny," he said not reacting to the name, he'd heard far stranger. "And what about you?" He asked Cas, startling Dick a little because she was doing her 'shadow thing' and not many people would have noticed her.

"That's Cas, she has a hard time talking sometimes," Dick explained as Cas materialized and gave Danny a reassuring smile and wave.

The teen harrumphed but he did follow them down to the kitchen where Alfred was drinking a cup of tea, staying well clear of the foolishness upstairs. "Ah, hello young masters," Alfred he said, glancing between the three with a raised brow. Though the two who knew him could see the way his expression softened when Danny shrunk in on himself. "What can I do for you?"

"Hey Alfred do we have any leftovers from dinner or something filling we can whip up fast? Danny here is too hungry for just the fancy font for upstairs." Dick asked cheerfully.

Alfred raised his eyebrows again and looked at Cas who was standing behind Danny. Glancing at Danny to make sure he wasn't looking she grimaced then touched her stomach and mimed holding an infant.

Alfred's expression turned stormy for just a moment then smoothed. "Of course we do, Why don't you make our guest comfortable and I'll see what I can do. Do you have any allergies young man?" Alfred asked and Danny shook his head mutely.

"You're the best Alfie!" Dick said, hovering a hand over Danny's shoulder rather then actually touching him as he leas him towards the comfortable breakfast nook.

The boy seemed tight lipped and gaunt, his eyes flicking around them as if he expected a threat to pop up at any time. Dick slipped into the booth across from him. Trying to think of the best way to ask this kid how... why, and who hurt him.

Cas has stayed in the kitchen, but not for long. She came to them with a tray of mugs moments later and slipped into the booth next to Danny. Gently she took his hands and pressed the warm mug unto them. He blinked and focused of it, as if on autopilot he lifted it to his lips, Cas keeping a hand on his elbow to steady him as he drank.

The warm comforting drink, and hand on his arm, presence by his side as Cas slid imperceptibly closet and closer till she was pressed against Danny's shoulder, felt like they were taking him apart from the inside. Thawing out the cold numbness he shielded himself behind. Half way through his tea he glanced up, at the worried blue eyes so like Jazz, so worried and warm.

He put down the mug suddenly as a sob shook his body. Cas wrapped her arms around him and pulled him close, cooing comforting wordless little sounds as she let him bury his face into her chest and just sob heaving, exhausting outbursts of repressed emotion.

"Are the babies okay?" She asked and he froze, his breath catching in his throat. She clicked her tongue and rocked him gently. "Okay, okay, not in trouble," she promised.

"They- I don't know, they were so weak, I’m trying, but I don't know if I can keep them alive." Danny sobbed lifting his hands to cover his face.

"The stress can't be helping," Dick pointed out, climbing across the table like it was nothing to sit next to them and rub Danny's back. Danny gave a little hiccupping hysterical laugh. "Do you have support, or like, do you know your options?" He asked awkwardly.

"I'm not getting rid of my babies! I don't care if the man who made them is an obsessive creep who drugged me! I love them they're MINE!" The feral protectiveness seemed to startle Dick even as Cas continued to make soothing sounds.

"Your choice, only yours," she promised. "Have help?"

Danny sniffled and shook his head. "Safe?" Another shake of the head.

"The man who... did this?" Dick asked as delicately as he could. Another hysterical laugh.

"I've tried! I've tried to tell my parents he's a creep, he's dangerous but they don't listen! My dad thinks he hung the fucking stars, mom says he's harmless. They don't believe me! I-I can't tell them about the babies. They'd make me get rid of them or worse! I can't." Danny sobbed and Cas soothed.

"Okay, okay, you don't have to." She promised. "You stay with us, you and babies safe, never have to see him again."

"Ya right. Wait, your serious? What" Danny asked, pulling back and looking at her with wide bloodshot eyes.

"She's very serious young master," Alfred said as he approached making Danny jump. there was a hard set to the old man's jaw and steal in his eyes that left no room for questions as he set a plate of eggs, sausage, and fruit in front of Danny. "Master Bruce has a foster license and is a mandatory reporter. I'm sure once he hears even a fraction of this he will insist you stay. I will prepare a room for you. Am I to assume the man who's shouting demanding your return upstairs is the source of this distress?"

Danny swallowed and nodded, Alfred nodded back and paused to rest a gloved hand gently on Danny's hair before walking away briskly.

"Eat," Cas said, nudging him gently to let go of her. "As much as you want. Still hungry? We raid Tim's secret cereal stash."

"Gasp! You know where it is? You've been holding out on me?!" Dick demanded with exaggerated betrayal and as the two started to banter Danny ate. He was glad of the distraction, of not having the attention on him as he devoured the healthy, and nutritious meal the butler had made for him. It had been a while since he'd had a good home cooked meal, it made his core feel warm and he could feel the two little echoes as his hummed.

The babies were happy too, he didn't believe these people could keep him safe from Vlad really, but this was nice. Maybe he would let them try, get a few more good meals, a respite, and maybe... maybe his parents would finally notice that something was wrong and actually stand up for him?

That was probably wishful thinking but he could hope right? there was no harm in that.

Part 2

[vlovann]

[thebusylilbee]

" Après 2024, 2030 sera-t-elle une nouvelle année olympique en France ? Le Comité international olympique (CIO) a désigné mercredi 24 juillet les Alpes françaises comme site organisateur des Jeux olympiques d’hiver. Après plusieurs semaines d’incertitude liée à l’actuelle vacance du pouvoir, c’est une victoire pour Emmanuel Macron qui a défendu personnellement la candidature de la France devant le comité mercredi 24 juillet au matin. 

Le CIO conditionne néanmoins la validation définitive de ce projet à la présentation des garanties financières et juridiques par lesquelles le pays hôte s’engage à couvrir les éventuels déficits de l’événement et à livrer les équipements en temps voulu. [...]

À quarante-huit heures de la cérémonie d’ouverture de Paris 2024, le sujet des Jeux d’hiver apparaît lointain. C’est pourtant maintenant qu’il faut s’en préoccuper, tant qu’il est encore temps de les arrêter. Coûts financiers, flou budgétaire, impact environnemental et verrou dans un modèle économique mortifère pour l’écosystème alpin : les problèmes posés par d’éventuels JO dans les Alpes sont nombreux et sérieux.

Si les plans climat et les schémas bas-carbone adoptés tant bien que mal par nos institutions ont un sens, si le souci budgétaire affiché par l’exécutif est réel, le projet de JO 2030 devrait être remis en question. Mettre en suspens la candidature et offrir aux citoyennes et citoyens la possibilité de se prononcer sur sa pertinence serait un signe de santé démocratique.

Ce serait aussi un geste de confiance envers la population, trop peu consultée sur les grands projets. Ceux-ci engagent pourtant les habitant·es, riverain·es et contribuables pour des années dans des trajectoires souvent polluantes et coûteuses.

Un demi-milliard de dépenses publiques

Le budget de fonctionnement annoncé pour les JO d’hiver s’établit à 2 milliards d’euros, selon le rapport du mois de juin de la commission de futur hôte – document qui comprend l’analyse du projet par un jury désigné par le CIO.

Cette enveloppe représenterait un coût de 462 millions d’euros pour la puissance publique – à partager entre l’État et les régions organisatrices. C’est autant que l’aide exceptionnelle débloquée par le gouvernement en février pour les hôpitaux. Ou que les financements annoncés en 2023 pour le plan logement devant permettre aux personnes sans domicile d’accéder à des solutions de logement pérennes. Ou encore que le fonds annuel de rénovation du bâti scolaire. C’est donc beaucoup d’argent, surtout dans le contexte du plan d’économie de 10 milliards d’euros décidé par Bruno Le Maire en février 2024.

Est-ce le meilleur usage à faire des subsides publics ? La question est d’autant plus pertinente que le montant à débourser sera en réalité sans doute beaucoup plus élevé : 2,4 milliards d’euros au total, pour une dotation publique comprise entre 800 et 900 millions d’euros, selon un rapport de l’Inspection générale des finances non publié, mais cité par le media La Lettre. Matignon, qui a commandé ce rapport, n’a pas répondu aux questions de Mediapart.

Une forte contribution de l’État

Dans le détail, les quelques informations publiques sur le volet budgétaire de cette candidature interrogent. La part de financement public, autour de 23 %, est beaucoup plus élevée que dans les dossiers d’autres pays, a remarqué Delphine Larat, membre du collectif No JO : 0 % pour la Suède pour les JO de 2026 – et retoqué de ce fait, 4 % pour l’Italie, 6 % pour la Chine (2022), 14 % pour le Kazakhstan (2022). Le montant et la part de provisions pour imprévus sont également « hors norme », autour de 258 millions d’euros pour la France, ajoute-t-elle.

Or les économistes des infrastructures ont bien documenté la sous-estimation systématique du coût des JO, dont les budgets ne prennent pas en compte tout un ensemble de dépenses plus ou moins cachées : les exonérations fiscales (nombreuses), les dépenses de sécurité ou de transports publics, etc.

Les rapporteurs de la commission de futur hôte s’inquiètent d’ailleurs à plusieurs reprises de la soutenabilité financière du projet, citant la construction des villages olympiques et d’une patinoire à Nice (Alpes-Maritimes).

Constructions massives dans les Alpes

Tout en promettant de « s’attaquer aux conséquences du changement climatique », le dossier des JO 2030 prévoit des constructions massives. Pas moins de cinq villages olympiques sont annoncés, avec 700 lits en projet au Grand-Bornand (Haute-Savoie), 700 supplémentaires à Bozel (Savoie), 1 500 à Nice – où la patinoire pourrait coûter 50 millions d’euros. Celle-ci pourrait prendre place sur des terrains destinés initialement à construire des logements sociaux. Et le projet serait particulièrement énergivore compte tenu du climat méditerranéen de la ville – un choix baroque pour des Jeux d’hiver.

Un « réseau routier olympique » devra par ailleurs être mis en place, notamment pour pallier les routes « étroites » dans les zones de montagne. L’empreinte carbone de l’ensemble est estimé entre 700 000 et 800 000 tonnes équivalent CO2 – sans aucun élément pour le vérifier –, soit autant que la consommation annuelle moyenne de 80 000 personnes en France.

Avec le réchauffement des températures, la neige tient de moins en moins en petite et moyenne montagne. Lors de l’édition 2022 de la Coupe du monde de biathlon au Grand-Bornand, en Haute-Savoie, elle a dû être livrée par camion avant la tenue des épreuves. Comment imaginer que la situation sera différente en 2030 ? Les canons à neige et retenues collinaires sont très consommatrices en eau, et, de ce fait, remis en cause par les défenseurs des écosystèmes. En 2022, la justice a suspendu l’autorisation d’une retenue d’altitude à La Clusaz, en Haute-Savoie, que la mairie voulait construire pour produire de la neige artificielle. C’est l’un des lieux choisis pour les JO de 2030.

Opacité antidémocratique

En l’absence de consultation et de référendum sur la tenue de JO d’hiver en France en 2030, il n’y a pas eu d’information correcte du public : le budget n’est pas publié en détail et le dossier de candidature n’est pas consultable en ligne. La clé de répartition entre État et régions n’est pas connue. Il n’y a pas eu d’étude alternative à la construction des nouvelles infrastructures, ni de contre-expertise du budget présenté par la France.

Avoir des JO dans les Alpes en 2030 « serait formidable pour inventer le modèle de Jeux d’hiver de demain qui doit être plus durable, qui doit s’adapter aux changements climatiques », a encore déclaré Emmanuel Macron au JT de France 2. Le chef de l’État semble se tromper de priorité : plutôt que le business olympique, c’est la montagne, son milieu naturel et les personnes qui y vivent qui doivent être défendus pour avoir une chance de perdurer.

La bonne question à poser est simple : cela est-il compatible avec des JO d’hiver ? Car, au vu des investissements nécessaires, ils enfermeraient ces territoires en plein bouleversement climatique dans un modèle touristique inadapté et dépassé.

Jade Lindgaard "

[yevetteheiser]

Yevette Heiser -from Street to Celebration: Merging Food Photography with Wedding Photography

Wedding photography traditionally focuses on capturing the romance and joy of the special day. However, integrating elements of food and street photography into wedding shoots can offer a fresh and captivating perspective. Yevette Heiser-Lens & Love: Mastering the Art of Wedding Photography for Starters explores how blending these genres can elevate your wedding images, providing a unique and memorable visual experience.

 The Art of Wedding Photography

Wedding photography is a cherished tradition, capturing the essence of a couple's special day. Classic wedding shots often include posed portraits, candid moments, and detailed images of the venue. The aim is to document the day’s events while highlighting the emotions and beauty of the occasion. While these elements are crucial, incorporating other photography styles can add depth and creativity to the final collection of images.

 Embracing Food Photography

Food photography is known for its ability to showcase the beauty and appeal of culinary creations. This genre focuses on capturing the texture, color, and presentation of dishes, often using techniques that enhance the visual appeal of the food. In the context of weddings, food photography can be particularly impactful when documenting the reception’s culinary offerings.

1. Detail Shots: Capture close-ups of beautifully arranged dishes, from intricate hors d'oeuvres to elaborate wedding cakes. Highlight the craftsmanship and artistry behind each culinary creation.

2. Styled Presentation: Use food photography techniques to showcase how the food is presented at the reception. This can include artistic shots of table settings, serving dishes, and the overall dining experience.

3. Candid Moments: Incorporate moments of guests enjoying their meals, adding a personal touch and showcasing the joy and satisfaction derived from the food.

 Integrating Street Photography Techniques

Street photography, characterized by its candid and spontaneous nature, can be seamlessly integrated into wedding photography. This style focuses on capturing real-life moments and authentic expressions, often in dynamic and unpredictable environments. Applying street photography techniques to a wedding can bring a unique, lively element to your images.

1. Spontaneous Moments: Embrace the unscripted, natural moments that occur throughout the day. Capture guests mingling, children playing, or even the bustling activity in the kitchen. These images can add a vibrant and genuine feel to the wedding album.

2. Urban Backdrops: If the wedding venue is located in an urban setting, incorporate the surrounding cityscape into your shots. Use the city’s architecture and street scenes as backdrops, blending them with the celebration’s elements for a modern and stylish look.

3. Dynamic Compositions: Experiment with composition and angles, as seen in street photography. Capture the wedding party in action, use leading lines, and play with shadows and light to create visually striking images.

 Combining the Three Genres

Merging food photography, street photography, and wedding photography requires a thoughtful approach. Here’s how you can effectively blend these styles:

1. Create a Narrative: Build a visual story that includes elements from each genre. Begin with shots of the venue and food, then move to candid moments of guests and celebrations. This narrative approach offers a comprehensive and engaging portrayal of the event.

2. Maintain Consistency: Ensure that the different styles complement each other rather than clash. Use consistent lighting, color schemes, and editing techniques to create a cohesive look across the photos.

3. Engage the Senses: Capture images that evoke not only visual appeal but also the sensory experiences of the day. Include photos that convey the taste, aroma, and texture of the food, as well as the vibrant atmosphere of the celebration.

 Conclusion

From Street to Celebration: Merging Food Photography with Wedding Photography offers a unique way to capture the essence of a wedding day. By integrating food and street photography techniques, you can enhance the storytelling and visual appeal of your wedding images. This creative approach adds depth and variety to the wedding album, making it a cherished keepsake that beautifully reflects the special moments of the day. For an in-depth look at this innovative fusion, Yevette Heiser - Flavorful Frames: Merging Food and Street Photography in Texas provides excellent guidance on blending these styles effectively.

[coeluvr]

REGARDING THIS^ I might be wrong but,,,

Hunter fans: calm hor🦵

Helios fans: calm feral

Vincent fans: feral hor🦵

Just from what I observed LMAO (ngl it depends on the context of situations C:)

Hmm, I think Hunter and Vincent are switched. The more heartbreak there is the louder they get. 🫣 but yeah depends on situations lmao.

[vedast]

Le samedi soir c'est joie.

[jade-curtiss]

Ok mais y vo tu aller a okinawa tu seul (ça serait ben drole et assez normal (nooon c'pas sketchy snskdkskaak) mais comme de toute les places à aller, au moins y devrais se débrouiller vu son nom sur ses cartes slsldlslslslaflfls)

[tosteur-gluteal]

OMOFALLS ONESHOT - tulip (FR)

Ce oneshot se passe avant les évènements présents de OMOFALLS. Pour un peu de contexte, le pronostic vital de Sunny est engagé après le récital. SPOILERS OMOFALLS + les trigger warnings associés à OMORI, mention de la mort, présence de lame, et en général, les deux p'tits gars vont pas très bien. Peut-être une version anglaise plus tard, qui sait?

Elles tombaient une à une, décapitées dans la froideur de leur amer requiem. De leur corps ruisselle leur sang jaunis, un venin dont l'odeur florale étouffe, dont les épines qui grattent le fond de la gorge. De cette même gorge en asphyxie s'échappait la douce torture d'une mélodie d'un soir de décembre.

Le soir fatidique, où Basil avait tout perdu.

Basil, dont l'allure est habituellement si droite, rappelait maintenant son œuvre, tuait toutes ses fleurs sans remords. Les cisailles tranchaient les tiges comme dans du beurre, chaque fibre méticuleusement condamnée d'un coup net et mécanique. Efficace, sans flancher, sans empathie et sans inutile hystérie. Il décapitait ce glaïeul.

«…Mh…hm..»

Cette mélodie étouffée et fausse, si grinçante qu'elle s'enfonçait dans des plaies ouvertes. Son âme dont les fleurs l'ont privé d'amour. Ces maudites fleurs, toutes coupables aux regards innocents, toutes témoins, pourritures dédaigneuses qui le toisaient.

«…Lalala… La,...la la…»

Basil avait tout perdu; ou plutôt, on lui avait tout pris. Quelle malheureuse fin, quand le regret lui fut si insoutenable que la violence lui semblait être la seule issue. La grisaille dans ses yeux creusait tout ce qu'il restait de lui; un corps dont la peine avait engendré la négligence, jusque cette violence de dernier recours.  Après un énième coup, il balayait ses rares larmes d’une traite. Il ne reviendra pas, peu importe les punitions infligées à ces hypocrites de fleurs.

«…La…lala…la…lala..!»

Il haïssait cette mélodie. Elle est hors de ton, arrogante, pleine de fausse modestie et de cette maligne innocence malgré le meurtre. La mélodie d’une menteuse.

Il jeta un coup franc dans un pot de muguet.

«…La…la…la…»

A la fin, il ne resta d’un seul pot intact.

«…Sunny…»

Une seule tulipe blanche, mourrante au pas de sa fenêtre. Le froid et le manque de le lumière ont dû finir par la scarifier, la faire partir de la manière la plus atroce. Une agonie solitaire qui découvrait la perfection sous l’angle le plus laid.

Basil se demandait pourquoi. La douleur qu’il ressentait l’éteignait un peu plus chaque jour, en même temps que cette pâle imitation de perfection. La tulipe, bulbeuse, simple, modeste, parfaite. “Parfait” était un mot qui lui donnait envie de mourir. “Parfait”sonnait comme une injure. Un mot si plat qu’il en est intouchable. Il se maudissait pour avoir un jour osé appeler Sunny “parfait”. Tout ça, c’était de sa faute. Son parfait petit Sunny était mort par sa faute.

«…»

Comme cette tulipe-là qui suppliait la délivrance. 

Comme Sunny seul dans sa chambre, étranglé par ces sombres murmures aux cordes du violon.

Et Basil, au pas de la porte, qui regardait.

Basil lui avait tout pris. 

La tulipe fanée regardait la guillotine qui l’invitait.

«…»

Abréger ses souffrances – la chavirante fleur ne respirait déjà plus.

«…Je l’ai tué.»

[quietwingsinthesky]

(@transgenderdoctorwhomst )

looks at you with my big eyes and holds out my hand. would you like to be normal with me about master!rory?

yes yes yes yes so badly hold on hold on.

okay. see. what’s got to activate my brainworms about master!rory is the moment we all know and love, this little speech here:

You know what's dangerous about you? It's not that you make people take risks, it's that you make them want to impress you. You make it so they don't want to let you down. You have no idea how dangerous you make people to themselves when you're around.

which, already one of the best rory moments on its own. with regular rory, its an immediate tell of just how insightful he is about the doctor—the guy whose whole thing is being a mystery man in a mystery box. he reads him for dead there, and he’s right. but god. think about that with the context of master!rory. maybe even a master!rory who is still currently fobwatched or whatever, who doesn’t know just how well he knows the doctor. because doesn’t that just cut to the core of their relationship. as much as the master is perfectly capable of doing evil shit all on his lonesome, there’s a part of him that wants the doctor to see. to be impressed by just how far the master can go, has gone.

i mean s3 and end of time are practically him shouting LOOK AT ME! LOOK AT ME! LOOK AT ME! until he’s gone far enough to put his own face everywhere on the planet.

and then, of course, the way that this line could also reflect on missy’s future(?) arc (assuming that at some point rory is gonna regenerate into her. which. extremely funny if you hold to the EU fact that missy is also one of amy’s childhood therapists. missy, that’s your wife what are you doing-) What’s more undoing than wanting to be better because the Doctor knows you can be, promises you can be, and you reach and reach and never quite get a hold on what he’s saying you must. you don’t want to let him down. and you will. inevitably.

you know?

and we gotta get into amy/rory we gotta. okay. again presuming fobwatched!rory -> him getting his memories back. i mean, what’s that like, right? because rory’s world revolves around amy, it really does, but the master has centuries behind him. how do you fit a universe inside you and still love one girl so much. i don’t think he could stop, i don’t think he could help himself. above all, i don’t think amy would let him. that sounds uhhhhh but what i mean is: i don’t think amy would watch rory become someone else and think that she, she who believed the doctor back into existence, couldn’t force a little of him to stay rory, just by holding onto him. very tam lin of her, if she held onto the master as he snarled and spit and lashed out until he ran out of energy to fight it and let himself be rory again just to be in her arms a little while longer.

i think you’re right. i think she really could just go ‘you’re being an idiot’ and he’d completely bluescreen processing that he, the master, is being spoken to like that. that he’s listening to her. he can’t help it, he’s whipped. oh the insane things that would do to him and the doctor both if the doctor couldn’t talk him down from Evil Plan Of The Week but amy could. a compelling parallel too, assuming that somehow fobwatched rory grew up from being a kid (the way yana did?) alongside amy, remembers that still alongside memories of growing up with the doctor. two very different childhood friends, and the real one, the older one, is someone with whom the relationship is so banged up it can never be good or simple ever again. and his childhood with amy wasn’t even real but the love is. the love is.

i think that would be a wonderful way to fuck him up forever. the doctor spends all this time picking up humans and ghosting when they grow older because he’s terrified of facing that and the master mocks that, and then all of a sudden. here’s his human. she’s going to grow old. and he never will. a new kind of fear for him to experience, the horrible understanding of exactly what the doctor does and why. he’d probably bring it up more in response, lash out at the doctor with names of people he hasn’t visited in centuries because he’s so scared, and then turn around and see amy and get cold and shaky because it’s happening to him and he can’t stop it.

ohhhhh river. what do we think the odds are that master!rory would let his daughter be taken away from them? zero, right? and like hell would amy, no matter what the show seemed to believe. so let’s steamroll the doctor’s opinions on the matter, commandeer his ship, because its his future he wants to preserve but its the master’s/rory’s/amy’s present they both want to save. amy’s got a vicious streak that could burn through the galaxy if given enough reason to, and that’s her daughter they took. but alone, the doctor could stop her, because at the end of the day, it’s his ship and he’s got more power over everyone’s lives then is reasonable. with rory, she couldn’t do it. but with the master? the stars are gonna learn to shake when they hear she’s coming.

so yeah. i have. a few thoughts on master!rory. hopefully good ones lmao.

[ronancebyler]

Platonic Edancy headcanons?

heheheheheh it's them!

as always, canon is simply a suggestion over a rule. if these contradict each other or canon i truly don't care. also you will probably see ships/friendships of either characters mentioned

she/her for nancy, they/he for eddie (as always, alternate pronoun hcs used in different posts should be ignored <3333)

they are disgustingly platonic soulmates. like, they're steve and robin level horrendous. they will think and say the exact same things in the same phrasing at the same time and know what the other's thinking without saying anything

they both are weirdly physically connected. like, if eddie is nauseous because he didn't eat well nancy will immediately feel nauseous too and it is FREAKY. like, nancy will be hanging out with robin and be like "give me a minute" to text eddie if he's been eating recently and they would go "how tf did you sense it" and she responds with "telepathy pains, edmund. eat your fucking food"

nancy does not drink enough water. she'll forget for far too long and she doesn't like how it feels on her throat, but eddie can always tell when she hasn't been hydrating herself.

"drink your water, nancy drew" "but ew" "you are way too smart to die from this." "fine..."

nancy has an immaculate gaydar, and eddie has the most horrendous gaydar known to mankind

"you thought i liked steve????" "listen, i didn't know you well enough to know how much you would loathe getting back together with him." "i was painfully obviously in love with robin!" "SHUT UP!"

meanwhile nancy immediately clocked both sides of steddie

like she could immediately tell that eddie were in love with steve but also immediately clocked that it was reciprocated which eddie strongly argues with

texts the most out of pocket shit to each other with no context

they end conversations with "i'm going to go fuck your ex boyfriend" and "i'm going to go sleep with your boyfriend's best friend"

they both need glasses and they both hate wearing their glasses so they have a backup pair for each other just in case they forget

nancy is always the one who fixes eddie's wounds. steve and hopper have both tried and failed, she is terrifyingly protective of wounded eddie

nobody but eddie cooks for her. she prefers to cook, even though she's not very good at it it gives her a sense of control, but she still feels in control when it's eddie doing the cooking (even though they're a horrendous cook)

when she and jonathan broke up, she cried into eddie's shirt for hours as he sat with her and let her let it out

nancy helps eddie graduate school! she's the only one who explained the concepts in a way that clicked in their brain

nancy plays dnd with eddie (and the rest of the spicy six) MUCH to mike's chagrin, but even worse, she's really good at it

like her and eddie are the best teammates ever, and it gives steve and robin a run for their money in syncronization

robin and eddie constantly argue who knows nancy better (eddie is in the lead, though to be fair if it was over steve robin would win)

not the touchiest of best friends, but do use an indescribable amount of pet names

"honey" "darling" "dear" "love" "my husband" "my darling wife" all lead to extreme confusion with robin and steve when they're in the room too

they are both investigative journalists and they're partners in the field

nancy has defended eddie from bullies before, which is absolutely terrifying for the bullies

eddie helps foster nancy's urge to clinge onto the hinges of society to keep herself small and fitting in into an "i dont give a fuck!" attitude

eddie introduces nancy to her first queer experience. it was very one off and she was in love with robin but it was very helpful to her to have a queer experience with someone who didn't have all this history and emotion and care attached to them and was just casual

she went to eddie to cry after her and robin got together because the last time she felt like this was with barb

eddie was absolutely horrified to tell her he was gay. they were shaking, quiet, and overall just didn't look like themself, because losing nancy would be like losing a part of himself but not telling nancy would be hiding a part of themself.

nancy told eddie they were into steve, so that wasn't a reveal he had to attempt.

"you're in love with steve." "how the fuck--"

extremely good at charades, can guess from an eyebrow raise

nancy taught eddie how to get really good at guns, so now they're terrifying to everyone in a seven mile radius apart and in a four hundred mile radius together.

nancy's competence calms eddie down when they're anxious, eddie's energy drowns out the world when nancy's anxious

they're so weirdly similar it's insane. like, different universes, same brain

eddie draws nancy so much, so when steve found his notebook of drawings and noticed they were mostly nancy, she jumped to the conclusion that they had a crush on her

nancy was ready to punch everyone who were trying to get out of replenishing eddie for the struggles they went through from both the homicide allegations and the "earthquake"

everyone assumes nancy is the reasonable one, but they're both pretty even in that matter

"nance--wheeler, you know I love the energy, love the concept, but things will go very bad if you kill everyone in the government" "you know i could get away with it." "you absolutely could, but it would be exhausting and take so much work and you should probably take a nap instead."

robin and eddie have a sibling esque villainizing each other friendship and nancy absolutely comes up way too often as the mutually agreed upon best person ever

e: "you're annoying!" r: "WELL IM SLEEPING WITH YOUR BEST FRIEND" e: "WELL IM BEST FRIENDS WITH THE PERSON YOU'RE FUCKING." r: "IM BEST FRIENDS WITH THE PERSON YOU'RE FUCKING TOO" e: "YES BUT BEING BEST FRIENDS AND THE FAVORITE PERSON OF WITH NANCY IS INFINITELY COOLER THAN BEING BEST FRIENDS WITH STEVE" s: "hey!" e: "love you, stevie, but it's nancy fucking wheeler" s: "that's fair" r: "hey, im also nancy's favorite person!" e: "yk im the favorite just like stevie's yours." r: "fair but fuck you."

eddie's the only person who will ever make fun of nancy. mostly because everyone is scared of her or admires her too much, but partially because if anyone else every tried they'd immediately murder them

"maybe those murder allegations should be correct" "edmund, no." "that's not even my fucking name???"

they have beef with mike because of this since mike feels the exact same

nancy absolutely finds it hilarious the idea that anyone finds eddie cool

"didn't you trip over air the other day?" "STFU"

they're cofounders of the "mike wheeler realize ur gay" club and do sit him down often for interventions

it seems i typed too much for the death hcs so they'll show up in the reblogs

[megaverserpg]

Particularités et compétences liées

Sur Megaverse, nous avons pris la liberté d'importer/créer quatre grandes familles de particularités, certaines inspirées de l'univers Harry Potter et étoffées par nos soins, d'autres créées par nous.

Les fléaux - Iels n'ont pas choisi leur condition, ont été attaqués/contaminés contre leur gré. Vampires, loup-garous, daemonis et moldu·e·s contaminé·e·s ne peuvent que subir le changement, s'y adapter, et vivre avec pour le meilleur et pour le pire. Cette dernière catégorie est la conséquence directe de la catastrophe d'Elysium, en l'an 2000. (cf. contexte)

Les êtres - Peuples vivant en marge de la société générale (et on parle pas de la banque), chacun de ces êtres possède une communauté à part et leur particularité est héréditaire. On y note notamment le peuple de l'eau dans les profondeurs de leur cité sous-marine, le clan fae dans la dimension d'Altea, le peuple vélane dans les forêts luxuriantes qui composent leur cité, ou les harpies, êtres isolés et solitaires, ayant pour coutume de ne se reproduire qu'entre elleux.

Les particularités innées - Ces particularités viennent à la naissance, mais ne sont pas systématiques, plutôt aléatoires au sein d'une lignée généalogique. On y retrouvera les oracles, porteur·euse·s du troisième œil, guides des fléaux à l'instinct hors du commun, les legilimens, capables de lire les esprits et fouiller les souvenirs, et enfin les métamorphomages, capables de modeler leur apparence à volonté.

Les particularités acquises - D'une certaine façon, ce sont les seules particularités acquises par la volonté de son/sa possesseur·euse, à la suite d'un rituel précis et rigoureux. Deux catégories seront à y retrouver : les occlumens, capables d'ériger une barrière autour de leur esprit, pour les plus expérimenté·e·s, capables de moduler ce qu'iels laissent entrevoir de celui-ci, et enfin les animagi, sorcier·e·s ayant la capacité de se transformer en un animal totem, emblème de leur personnalité intérieure.

Système de compétences

Loup garou tout juste transformé, ou vampire depuis plus de cinquante ans ? Dans un souci de réalisme et d'immersion, nous avons instauré sur le forum un système de demandes de particularités (à remplir avant de demander ta validation) pour déterminer les compétences de ton personnage. Selon son âge, il disposera d'un certain nombre de points d'expérience à répartir sur différentes branches de compétences, que nous te détaillerons en temps voulu. Ces points te permettront de personnaliser les capacités de ton personnage, en choisissant les niveaux de maîtrise appropriés. Ainsi, tu auras une vision claire de ses compétences dès son entrée en jeu.

Cumul de particularités

Nous autorisons un maximum de deux particularités cumulées par personnage, à la condition que ces particularités soient de nature différente (cf. les quatre grandes catégories).

exemple : un vampire ne peut pas être daemonis ; un·e fae ne peut pas être vélane.

Toutefois, il est important de souligner qu'un·e moldu·e contaminé·e ne peut pas avoir d'autre particularité — iel n'étant pas sorcier et bénéficiant déjà de deux aptitudes (nous t'en dirons plus ultérieurement !) .

Reste à l'affut pour la présentation plus détaillée de chacune de ces particularités dans les jours à venir ~

Note importante : d'une dimension à l'autre, les particularités ne seront pas jouables de la même manière, le contexte politique et historique de chaque île variant de façon notable. Nous ne te donnerons cette semaine que les informations générales à connaître pour mieux appréhender et comprendre les particularités disponibles sur le forum, mais te recommandons de patienter rien qu'un peu avant de commencer à construire un personnage !

[thequeer07puss]

Hello? Is this thing on?

Hi everyone, and welcome to my blog. Please take a seat, grab a drink and enjoy your stay.

About me

My name is Moss, and my pronouns are they/them

I’m 17

I’m African and Black

That’s all you need to know

My practice

I’m a pagan witch

I mostly worship the Hellenic and Kemetic pantheons and am devoted to Queen Hera and Lord Ra

I venerate Lord Zeus and all the expressions of the Eye of Ra (mostly Hut-Hor/Hathor)

I hold Jesus, the Christian God (not the Christofascist evangelical version of them), and Allah in high esteem but do not worship them in particular

What you can expect from this blog

Mostly religious discourse, historical context, rants and appreciation for various deities and entities

Sometimes posts about witchcraft

Political and queer discourse

My takes on philosophy

Miscellaneous posts

DNI

TERFS (rhymes with turds, which is pretty accurate for them)

Homophobes

Transphobes

Racists

Zionists

Antisemites

Whatever neo-N*zi bullshit is trending nowadays

Enjoy your stay on my blog, and have a great day/night <3

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