#how bout you practice what you preach

[biennatodd]

now i KNOW jc antis arent acting like theyre the victims when they run around dog piling on people’s posts trying to harass them into silence, claiming that people are “abuse apologists” with no idea of that person’s history, making blanket statements that people who like jc don’t do victim advocacy without knowing whether or not that person is a victim themselves (and feeling very entitled to knowing people’s trauma) and on the whole being awful to other people. 

[periprose]

Arachnid Anxiety

You're Spider-Woman, and you've been tasked with babysitting Mayday. Maybe you have a bit of stress that you need to vent about, and Hobie comes along quite conveniently for that purpose.

Genre: Fluff, reader having anxiety, Hobie giving her advice, very cute, reader is a Jessica Drew variant, perhaps mutual pining if you squint, takes place during the movie but before Miles arrives to the Society, terrible british slang attempts (sorry Hobie :'))

Word Count: 2.4k

Babies are hard to wrangle when they’re crawling up walls.

Of course, Peter B. Parker said that he needs a nap, just this once, and he needs someone to watch over Mayday while he sneaks away into the sleeping pods in the Spider-Society-System. Sometimes he and MJ don’t get sleep for days at a time, so you get it.

But Mayday is so curious, and you find yourself having to pull her prying hands away before she inadvertently tampers with things around Miguel’s labs and causes either a mass outage or a explosion or Miguel’s wrath. You understand why Peter is a little exhausted.

She’s a very cute baby, though, and you can’t help but coo at her as she clambers off the wall into your arms. 

“Who’s a good Spidey? Who’s gonna be the best of us?” You shake her up and down and she giggles, wrapping her arms around you. 

You instinctively flinch, feeling your Spider-Sense go off.

“Large statement to make. But I see where you’re coming from.” Spider-Punk comes up from behind you, and you turn to him. “She’s definitely punk.”

“Hey, don’t go claiming someone else’s kid as one of your own.” You joke, and Hobie scowls as he pulls off his mask.

“Don’t believe in claims. Or labels, for that matter.” He scratches his hair, looking effortless as he ever does, and you roll your eyes. “She is… who she is. Forgive me for using a descriptive word, Spider-Woman.”

“I get it.” You hold Mayday as she squeals at the sight of Hobie, and she motions in an uppy-uppy motion. She wants to be held by him, but he ignores her.

You never quite know how to feel about Hobie Brown. The Amazing Spider-Punk is revolutionary, known for being better than just his words– he holds himself to the very essence of anarchy. He practices what he preaches.

But you can’t quite get a read on the guy. You don’t know if he’s pulling your leg– or taking the piss as he would say– when he gives his bouts of advice while somehow simply being amazing through it all. He somehow knows what to say but he also isn’t the most comforting, and that in itself makes you drawn to him. He just happens to be kind of rough around the edges, and it’s because of that you know he truly means what he says. 

No sugar-coating, ever.

But you hate yourself, because you’ve somehow managed to fall for him. 

It’s not uncommon for Spideys to fall for each other. Peter Parker and Cindy Moon, Miles Morales and Gwen Stacy. But you know this is the one time it just wouldn’t end well for you.

You can already hear Hobie’s comments if he ever found out. He’d probably rebuke you even though you’d never try anything. Tell you he doesn’t feel that way and you’re delusional for potentially thinking that he would ever tie himself down. Spiders are meant to be swinging free and all that.

Even worse, he just happens to be beautiful. You’re positive that if Hobie wasn’t so anti-everything he would have stuck with being a runway model. His face is molded in a distinctive way that has you trying to catch his glance, even if he only looks at you with nonchalance, completely unbothered, not a hint of chemistry in his eyes.

It is with great displeasure that you find yourself wanting his bored attention anyways.

And so you’ve been swallowing your crush for the greater part of a year now. You’re sure it will pass like all things do.

Pavitr, as much as you love him, has told you many times about the “chemistry” between you and Hobie– and you have told him every time to fuck off. Not in an actual harsh way, because again you can’t help but love the guy, but because you don’t need false hope.

You’re just Spider-Woman. Another red-and-yellow suited variant of Jessica Drew, you might as well just be another Peter Parker. You know that’s not how you’re supposed to think of yourself, but it’s just how it is. Canon events brought you here, and according to Miguel, it’s not something you chose– you just happened to be there at the right time and place. You’re no Jess, who comes in on her motorcycle, raging heat and excitement on her toes– you are one of the many, instead of being exceptional like the few.

You’re not like Hobie, who is as far as you know, one of a kind.

“What’s on your mind, Spider-Woman?” Hobie asks as he picks through random tech on the desk in Miguel’s lab, taking what he feels is useful for whatever it is he does with the stuff. He’s never used your name, because he doesn’t know it.

You and a few other Spider-People have chosen to stay anonymous, for different reasons, and only Miguel and Margo know who you really are. Hobie has told you before that that’s pretty cool– he only chose to give up his name because it was easier to get along with people that way. Hobie knows there’s power in people.

“Just babysitting. Obviously.” You motion to Mayday, who takes this moment to thwip out a web and swing away from you– but you’re faster and you grab her back into your arms, and she pouts.

“Nah, nah. I mean that sour expression upon your lovely little visage, imbecile.” He pokes your masked cheek, and you find yourself blushing but pulling away from him. Hobie is like that– overly familiar and no real sense of space because he doesn’t care.

“It’s not lovely.” You retort, fully convinced of it because he has never seen your face, only your incredulous expression through the eyes of your mask. 

You think that Hobie is again being sarcastic about your unknown appearance, and because his back is facing yours as he searches through random shelves now, you don’t catch how his face frowns at your response.

“Disagreements about your anonymous-but-surely beautiful face aside– not that looks matter, mind you– you’re clearly miffed about something.” Hobie turns and crosses his arms, and it’s with a little embarrassment and comfort that you want his advice. Even if it’s kind of to do with him.

“Well, I guess, uh… lately I’ve just been feeling kind of down. Like what’s the point of all this?” You bite your lip, knowing Hobie’s feelings on nihilism. “I don’t mean like nothing in life matters, Hobie. I mean more that I don’t matt– I don’t… anyways, I feel useless. I don’t have anything special about me, I don’t really bring anything to the Spider-Society that wasn’t already brought.”

"Whoa whoa whoa. Nah, lady, you've got your priorities all twisted." Hobie pulls your arms, bringing you kind of closer to him, and rests his hands on your shoulders, making you listen. "This inner hatred stuff– that sick urge to feel shame and then blast it inside of yourself, all that repression, yeah? It's a crock of shit."

"Huh?" You and Mayday both peer up at him. You behind your mask, and she with her crocheted one. 

Hobie picks up Mayday, finally giving into her wishes to be held by him, and she immediately giggles. There’s a subtle smile on his face that warms him to you a little.

"It might feel good in the moment. It might even feel revolutionary." Hobie scowls, and scratches his jaw. "It's worthless. Notice, Spider, I didn't call you worthless. The very action is garbage, a visceral thing that brings no productive value– that's what they want you to feel."

"Ah, because then I'll never fight against the establishment, right, Hobie? I'll be too busy fighting myself." You say mockingly, taking on a fake-pretentious-Cockney accent, mimicking him, but Hobie gives you a chill look and nods.

"Now you're getting it."

"Aw." You slump and slouch and sit on the counter full of gadgets and gizmos next to him. "I know you're right, but… don't you ever get people getting mad at you?"

"You've lost me."

"Like… being so responsible." You roll your eyes as Hobie snickers and whispers the spider-mantra you all know so well. "Or just living by your own ideology so… efficiently. It's almost like a slap in the face to the rest of us Spiders. We don’t know how to cope, and here comes along Spider-Punk with all his personal assurance that even if things aren't alright, he'll make it alright for himself."

"Oi, trust me, it wasn't all that easy." Hobie sniffs and sits down next to you, holding Mayday close and then letting her go as she crawls onto the wall in front of you. "You really think I haven't had a bad day? I haven’t had my moments of self doubt, huh?”

“Uh… well. When you put it like that, it does sound kind of crazy.” You admit, and nudge him with your shoulder. “I didn’t mean any harm, Hobie. I just feel so… inadequate.”

“Just stop.” He crosses his arms and closes his eyes, and you feel that yet again, he’s somewhat unreadable. “Don’t think those things. You’re not inadequate.”

“But I–”

“Stop.” He grasps your hands, and squeezes them tightly in his own, and you wonder if Hobie has ever looked this seriously at you, his eyes soft yet firm with affection.

You’re in trouble, you think. Your heart is pounding and you’re really glad he can’t see your face.

“I don’t think you know how important you are.” He utters so quietly, in that very deep voice that has you leaning in to hear him better. “You’re not nothing, Spider-Woman. You’ve done a lot of good for your Earth-257, I’m sure, and that makes you something special. Like the rest of us– you’re kind of irreplaceable, right?”

“I guess.”

“Not ‘I guess.’” Hobie punches the side of your arm and you pretend to say ow, laughing a little. “If you didn’t exist, we’d all be poorer for it. Peter couldn’t ask you to chill with his baby, and I couldn’t be here talking your ear off.”

“But I’m not– I don’t really compare to her, you know?” You say without thinking, and then immediately squint at your own stupidity. 

“Who’s her?” Hobie is wary of how your expression is shifting. “Stacy?”

“Uh, no.” You inhale, exhale, and then decide it’s time to get it over with. “Jess.”

“Jess? Jessica Drew, huh?” Hobie smirks a little. “You don’t want to be adopted by her, do you?”

“More complicated than Gwen’s weird fantasy.” You shift on your spot on the counter, and pull off your mask after a minute of tribulations. “I’m… also Jessica Drew.”

You feel incredibly shy as Hobie takes in your face, wary of his every move as you feel yourself sweating, and he grasps your face gently, peering into your eyes and taking a look at your features, as if he’s really trying to remember them.  

“Huh.”

“What is it?” You say a little too defensively, and he shrugs. 

“You do have a lovely visage, you silly little sod. Even if it’s completely different from Jess’ face.” He laughs as you shove him away, covering your face in your hands. “No, don’t do that.”

He’s tracing your jaw, and he murmurs. “Maybe you could use a few piercings… a tat or two… ever thought about it?”

“No.” You shut your eyes. “I’m not cool like you.”

“Oh, shut it.” He leans in imperceptibly closer, and you blink, eyes open. Maybe Pavitr had a point that Hobie and you have something, because there’s not really another explanation for that look in his eyes. “You’re plenty cool, Jessica Drew. It was just a shit suggestion of mine.”

You think Hobart “Hobie” Brown is sweeter than you previously thought. You have half a mind to tell him about your feelings.

You and Hobie both look up, Spider-Senses tingling, and sure enough, Mayday is cooing from the ceiling– she leaps into your already waiting arms. She giggles at your expression.

Oh well, you think. There’ll be some other time to work up the courage to tell him.

Hobie half-smirks at her. “Way to interrupt us, Mayday.”

She looks at him all confused, tilting her head in a “huh?” motion, and you feel the same way, not entirely sure what Hobie meant by that and not willing to assume either.

He answers you by pulling your face in a sudden, swift motion, connecting his lips to yours, and in between the two of you, Mayday shrieks and laughs. She crawls off to the side of you, no longer smothered between your torsos.

Hobie is weirdly insistent– you feel like he’s been wanting to do this for a while, maybe longer than the length of your conversation (you don’t know if this is just a funny little fling for him, but you’re fairly sure it isn’t) and he’s a lot taller and lankier than you, so he really has to tower over you to reach your mouth better. He’s grasping your jaw and neck and the back of your head with a lot of intensity– you feel wildly dizzy when he pulls away.

“Uh.” Peter B. Parker is standing in front of you both, mouth wide open, and you look back at Hobie and he grins rather coolly, not really giving a damn. It’s enough to make you snort. “Wait, who are you?”

“Oh. Spider-Woman from Earth 257.” You remember Peter has never seen your face, either. “Jessica Drew?”

“Right, right.” Peter raises his hands in a whoop-de-doo motion, like he should’ve known that. “Nice to know what you look like behind the mask. Not nice to know that you’ve been avoiding your babysitting duties. Why are you two fooling around like prepubescent children? What happened to responsibility?”

“Ahhhhh, please, Peter. Live a little.” Hobie stands up, his full length of height drawing him to about the same height as Peter if not an inch taller. He picks up Mayday and hands her off to him. “Let’s not act as if you and MJ weren’t shacking up in the sleeping pods last week, yeah? Does Miguel need to know about how irresponsible you were?”

You think he’s kidding, but Peter pales and you clap your hands over your mouth, trying not to laugh. Miguel would absolutely throw a fit if he found that out.

“Uh…” Peter swallows. “At least that’s not an interdimensional tragedy-in-the-making like you two.”

“There’s no rules against that, I don’t think.” Hobie shrugs. “And if there are, fuck them. Miguel doesn’t know it all.”

“He really is punk to the very end.” Peter groans and leaves out to the hallway with Mayday. 

Hobie flashes a smile at you as he sits back down, ruffling your hair.

[satoruhour]

hello!! ive been lurking on your acc for a little bit and i absolutely adore your writing like omg!! but earlier i got to thinkin about toji (as we all do) and i was thinking about how vulgar i imagine him to be in a sexual context and it makes me like soo shy and im not shy 🙄 im just obsessed with the idea of him saying really filthy shit to us and then practicing what he preaches yk

PRACTISE WHAT YOU PREACH

a/n: i keep falling asleep on the couch writing. and thank u for the inspiration for the name LOL

wc: 2.4k

warnings: reader has the same bite to her as toji does but gets shy when said man says filthy things, dom!toji, implication of sex in parts of the drabble, (public) dirty talk, pet names, he calls you ‘whore’ and ‘slut‘, toji calls you ‘mama’ once, oral (m receiving), deepthroating, spitting (on hand and in mouth), p -> v penetration, clit stimulation, unprotected sex, riidng, praise, degradation, daddy kink at the end, creampie / breeding kink, brief oral / cunnilingus @ the end, n*sfw under the cut

fushiguro toji is a vulgar man inside and out. It’s obvious when he tells the teenage boys to go fuck themselves when he catches them looking at you and you have to slap his bicep, or perhaps grabbing a piece of your ass while waiting in line to pay for groceries and all you can do is send him a nasty glare and a strong nudge of your elbow.

he doesn’t mind his baby fighting back, especially with how easily he can overturn the tables and have you squirming and breathing heavily whenever he gets you under him in the bedroom.

it comes to light first when you’re talking with a co-worker at a company party, talking casually with them before toji comes over with both your drinks. he’s tamer, then, sucking up to your insufferable colleagues even if they didn’t know what they were saying. this dude was clearly eyeing you, too, despite knowing toji was your plus one, and at that point the poor man has had enough.

“how ’bout you invite him back to our hotel and let him watch as i fuck you? maybe then he would stop fucking starin’.” toji passes you your drink as he whispers it, albeit the last part filled with mild bitterness, not entirely as secretive as he would like to be because the colleague’s eyes are widening immediately. he swallows his saliva at the large stature of your boyfriend’s and you just know he did it on purpose. but when you don’t reply and bark back at him with annoyance, toji’s lips curl in a smile, a light bulb going off in his head at his discovery and he’s been incessant since.

“yeah? how ’bout you clean a bathroom for once, fucker,” you roll your eyes, throwing a rag into the bathroom sink, disgruntled at how your boyfriend couldn’t even clean his own sink. it was beyond him to clean the place where water flowed everyday but when he told you that all you could muster was a look of disgust.

you were in no mood for him when you saw him creep in behind you in the mirror, eyes trained on the male who just mutters apologies into your neck, kissing the skin there like a tease and resist the urge to shiver, keeping up your angered expression.

until his words hit. “’m sorry baby, shoulda known better than to say stupid shit like that. how ’bout i make it up to you?”

“like what, toji? you gonna get on your hands and knees and scrub the floors yourself? cause i’d like th—”

“i’ll do it,” but not for the reason you think, “i’ll do it if i get to eat my pretty girl’s pussy out. and then let me pound her while she watches how good i make her feel.”

needless to say, your panties were thrown in the washing machine immediately as he made your moans echo in that squeezy bathroom, and the sink ended up being squeaky clean for the next few weeks.

it’s the best way to get you to shut up and sometimes the way your lips move as you’re rambling about something or how your figure looks as you’re reaching for the tv remote and spouting profanities is just so hypnotising. he’s obsessed with you.

toji stares blankly at you while you’re explaining the way to work the air fryer for the third time that day, and it’s not his fault you’re currently in a camisole. it’s accentuating your tits and the home shorts you’re in isn’t helping either, because he can easily swipe it to the side to fuck into you.

you snap your fingers in front of his face, “wha—? listen to me when i’m talking to you, babe.”

toji just rolls his eyes, something he knows you hate, and he watches your outburst with a lovestruck smile. he catches your snapping hand with ease, switching to holding it. “hey! what did i say about rolling eyes?”

he leans forward, placing his other hand dangerously close to your ass, but the forehead peck distracts you. “i heard you the first time, darling.”

“you—!” toji just laughs at your surprise. sure, he was old as fuck but he wasn’t entirely clueless about the air fryer, but he let you explain and drone on about the settings, knowing you’d be focused on the device. that way, his eyes could travel unforgivingly and just like that, the playful moment is overcome by his vulgar disposition again, the act of his body craving yours before his words made you freeze on the spot.

“but enough about air fryers, hm?” the sight of toji’s hand almost covering yours was enough to send you reeling, but it’s increased when he drags your hand down the hardness of his front. you can feel the ridges of his abs, down, down, down until his bulge. he guides you to squeeze his dick, a guttural groan making its way to the front of his throat. “how ’bout you show me how much your eyes can roll back as my cock disappears into you, huh?”

your breath hitches at the proposition and toji’s smile spreads into a grin at your reaction because it’s like this every. single. time. unconsciously your hands start to undo the knot of his sweatpants, pulling it under his hardened shaft, the other sighing when your hand finally wraps around it. it aches so much that he finds himself thrusting into your hand briefly before you start stroking.

toji gathers a blob of spit on his tongue and maintains eye contact, spitting directly onto his cock for some lubrication and you take a deep breath, slick noises sounding out throughout the house. he makes sure to do it again later. “getting it ready for your pretty little cunt, aren’t you? filthy girl— f-fuck…”

the words make you rub your thighs together, stepping closer to him while you continue stroking, up, down and up, down, determined to give him a taste of his own medicine. pushing him until you’re out of the kitchen, he lets you shove him onto the couch, a loud groan leaving his lips when you descend to your knees and your mouth closes around his cock.

“s’big,” you whimper, swirling your tongue around his angry tip and going back to deepthroating him, desperate to feel his dick down your throat.

“oh— s-shit, baby,” toji pulls back the hair from your head, seeing your eyes barely being able to focus as it hits the back of your throat, “that’s it… suck it like the dirty whore you are.”

the degradation is reason enough for you to bob your head quickly, moaning around his length as your mouth drips drool mixed with the pre-cum from his tip. toji chokes out your name, hips bucking into your warm mouth while your hands find purchase on his thick thighs, taking him down your throat until your nose meets his pelvis. soon he‘s cumming down your throat with grunts, feeling the hot semen rush into your cavern.

“stay there, good fuckin’ girl,” the other groans out when your eyes shift to him, swallowing bits of his cum with a small stream of tears filling your lash line that threaten to fall. he notices your hand sneaking into your panties and he smirks, bringing you off his cock to catch your breath. you sputter and gasp, hand still lightly wrapped around him. he’s still hard after cumming, but he’s also more sensitive.

“can i ride you now?” you ask like it’s any other question, shimmying out of your underwear before wasting no time to straddle him. his tip pokes your pussy and you grab him, dragging him up and down your folds to collect your slick. before long, you’re grinding on the bottom of his shaft, your labia spread along his dick and toji is charmed by how you move on him with needy moans and two hands on his torso.

“sure ya can, doll, but…” you can tell toji’s impatient, as with you, so with a roll of your eyes (toji mumbles under his breath that you’re a hypocrite), you sink down slowly on him, the arousal of your cunt wet enough to take him without prep. inch by inch you take him deep, head thrown back as toji enjoys the view — the curve of your body, how your nipples poke through your camisole — and he smiles as his baby calls out his name from being so full.

“o-oh my god… toji—” the last bits of his name fades out when he moves his hips experimentally, the pain soon fading into pleasure and the feel of his cock in you causes you to lean forward.

“yes?” he grins, body now propped up with his elbows, meeting you halfway, “is my princess tired already?”

“n-no, i can do it,” you mewl when your hips start to bounce, the stretch of his dick feeling so good. he’s reaching places in you that you can’t even fathom, “i can take you…”

toji groans softly at your declaration, body twisted in such pleasure as you soon find a rhythm on him, relishing in the way toji watches you with lust in his eyes. he helps you with a hand on your hips, but the other pushes your top past your tits, mouth latching onto your nipple and taking one into his mouth and the gesture halts your movement for a bit. a chill runs through your body as he swirls his tongue around your bud, a breathless moan leaving you as toji looks up at you through hooded eyes.

it’s got you clenching, and toji hums into your chest, moving to your other nipple before releasing it with a pop! “tired?”

you make a small sound of agreement, the sensations of his thick cock in you paired with his lips on your tits and the burn of your thighs too much for you. he happily indulges you, bringing your body close to him before he plants his feet on the sofa and fucks up into you, a choked moan leaving you. that one thrust was just to tease you, limping into his embrace as he hears the slap of his balls onto your ass.

“you’re taking me alright,” toji laughs, cut off by a moan when he continues his ministrations, entranced by how you’re so wet you manage to leak down his length. with how your pussy is drooling, he rams into you easily, obscene noises of your sopping cunt against his pelvis as your sounds of pleasure comes out in little breaths.

“so wet,” toji comments softly, cock twitching from how your boobs felt against him and how your pussy feels so damn tight. it hugs him so snugly he has to will himself not to cum, but you’re making it difficult by how you call out his name in whines. “don’t tell me she was wet earlier already?”

you can hardly focus on his questions as he bullies his cock into you, body rocking from his relentless hips and the friction of your clit against his skin, but you mutter out a yes, a high-pitched one that’s got toji chuckling.

“my baby loves it when i talk dirty, huh?” you whine into his neck, arms tightening around his neck, “she loves it when i tell her how much i want to slam my cock into her pussy, yeah?” toji is ruthless, continuing to thrust while his words have very much the same effect. “or maybe she wants me to say how i want to cum deep in her cunt, filling her to the brim. shit… does she want me to fuck a baby into her?”

you clamp down around his cock with a loud moan and he stutters, “gotta stop clenching around me, darlin’, f-fuck.”

“y-yeah… wan’ that…” you pull away from your hiding place to babble out, eyes close to closing and drool dripping down the sides of your mouth. “wan’ all your cum, daddy.”

toji sucks in a breath at the name drop and in a second, he’s switching the positions. he admires the sweat on your skin and your heaving chest, and for the first time he’s able to see just how soaking wet you are, along with the stretch of your pussy on him.

“wan’ you to make me a mommy…” you mewl softly, and that’s all it takes for the other to start moving again because if it’s anything he loves more than seeing you crumble at his words, it’s how you tell him what you want.

you can feel toji twitch in you at that, but you have close to no strength, letting him thrust into you with vigour that’s running out too — he’s too besotted with your moans and face that’s morphed into pleasure, along with your whiny pleas.

“c’mon, open your mouth, mama,” toji pulls on your bottom lip with his thumb, “stick out ya tongue.”

you obey, hand squeezing his bicep as he gathers saliva in his mouth again, thrusts stopping briefly. he can feel your hips move, but you’re still focused on how toji purses his lips and how the spit leaves his lips — the long line of spit that descends slowly onto your tongue and the tension that surrounds it tells him you love it.

“attagirl,” he grins, wiping the corners of your cavern as the pace starts up again, and it’s so sudden you already feel like cumming.

“g’nna cum, daddy,” you mutter out, legs closing around him when you feel the familiar coil of your abdomen and toji just holds you closer, intoxicated with the moment that he wants it to last. “gonna—”

your eyes are blown wide when toji secretly reaches down to press a thumb into your clit, drawing lazy circles. that’s enough for your orgasm to come crashing down on you, pussy clenching hard on the other.

“daddy— oh my god!” toji still continues to rail into you, whimpers of his name spurring him on until you’re moaning out again as his cock spurts his cum deep in your cunt, filling you with his load until it spills out.

toji immediately drops down and starts to lap at your clit, a first class seat to his cum leaking from your pussy, laughing when you hardly care about it staining the sofa, too cockdrunk to care about reprimanding him.

“so pliant,” toji uses a finger to push his cum into you, “maybe i should get you like this more often, heh.”

[lunarw0rks]

I’m a bit hooked on the 141 guys as fathers.Can you write what the boys would be like if they tracked their daughter's location and found out she was in a random parking lot?

synopsis: it's thirty-past-ten; she's late.

maybe it's traffic, or maybe it's a late bus. then, why the hell is she in a parking lot?

PRICE

they were supposed to watch a movie together when she got home, so at first, he felt disappointed.

not upset with her, but the circumstances. checking his watch, price knew two things; she was late, and if she showed up now, he'd be too exhausted to finish a two-hour film.

but after checking the tracker, all fatigue practically left his body. he expected to find her sitting in traffic but instead spotted her in a shady lot on the mini-map.

drove over there, eyes constantly flickering over at the screen as he traveled with purpose.

anger wasn't what he felt yet, despite how stern he could be at times. what if something was wrong? who was she with? what if she was taken, and it was only her phone left in the car?

his years of captures and hostages and loss were truly infecting his mind, but it wasn't an outrageous fear to have concerning a teen daughter.

point-blank, she shouldn't be out here at night. and if he had it his way — not out at all past eight. but she was growing up, capable of free will, and price could never deny her that.

as he drove, he left her voicemails, urging her to call him back. though he wanted to scream, his voice remained an eerie calm. "call me, sweetheart. 'm on my way to you now. please."

SIMON

the quickest acting of all of them, and definitely the most enraged.

his mind is already in the worst of places when she's out — so having a genuine reason to be worried; he's losing his mind.

without texting or calling her, he's speeding down the road before he knows it, already having the location memorized from his short glance.

simon pulls into the lot and spots her. no, them. a small group of teens huddled under a streetlight.

"goddammit." he hisses under his breath, torn between relief and paternal fury. some of them scatter at the sight of a dark vehicle, thinking it's the police, others look up with curiosity. his daughter only sighs, recognizing the car.

he walks with purpose, fists clenched at his sides. "all of you, go home." it's a simple order, and the rest of them are too intimidated to argue.

grabs his daughter's bag and walks back to the car, hearing her follow him without bickering.

she knows better than that, at least.

before he opens the passenger door for her, he looms over her, "are you outta your mind? you were supposed to be home an hour ago. just get in the bloody car, kid."

simon never yelled at her; the sternness was enough.

SOAP

completely livid, purely because it wasn't her he didn't trust — it was the world she lived in.

it's no secret, soap can be a bit of a hothead. especially involving those he loves. with children, it's a whole other level.

similar to simon, he drove there as quickly as the law would allow — and then some. his tires screeched when he pulled in, finding her sitting in her car.

assessing the situation, he found nothing abnormal or dangerous, and that pissed him off.

startling her, he knocked on the window, "open the door, missy. 'm in no mood for games." she does, hesitantly, because his daughter knows that she's in the wrong.

there was no real reason to be skipping out on her father, other than a streak of teenage edginess. and unfortunately for johnny, he had a bout of that himself.

she fumbles her way through an explanation but does little to ease soap's distress. anything could have been wrong, let alone the fact that she was sitting alone in a parking lot. "tell you wha' — you can follow me home. probably yer last time driving for a while."

he preached independence for his kids yet loathed not having them in his sight all hours of the day.

GAZ

wasn't in a perfect spot with his daughter when it happened.

it wasn't a complete shock to find her skipping out on him, especially after all the bickering.

the arguments weren't serious — until they were.

gaz is a stricter parent than he appears, especially with his daughters and especially as they get older.

luckily, the lot is within walking distance of their home, so he wasn't completely distraught.

finds her on the ground against the building, knees to her chest and sulking over the spat.

kyle is very blunt when he approaches her. "we can do this here all night, or we can argue at home. tell me your answer now so i don't waste my time."

"sure, dad, that's what i need; to be micro-managed some more." his daughter huffs, rising to her feet. she surely got his attitude. it was like arguing with a mirror, and he loved/hated it.

his eyes roll, and he isn't in any mood to actually argue with her, let alone in the middle of a dim lot. "i'd rather you hate my guts safe in your room. now let's go."

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༉‧₊˚. divider cred. - cafekitsune ⊹。

[cryptidofthekeys]

i

im

im about to say somethin

that will get my burned at the stake

but hey- hey spookies- spooky month fandom

...BOTH Father Gregor AND Lila are in the wrong but also somewhat in the right

and heres why

SM 6 SPOILERS UNDERNEATH- if ya haven't seen it go watch it!

Father Gregor did have a point in saying what he did about Lila being an irresponsible mother ..NOW WAIT- BEFORE Y'ALL THROW YOUR STONES- hear me out, Father Gregor was right to some degree, bc she doooess kinda let Skid just fuckin run around unattended a LOT- i mean I grew up with technically a helicopter parent so I can't speak much on the issue

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but Lila has legit let his ass summon a demon and play with em, let them watch horror movies at a young age, and legit lets Skid like,, go outside by himself ESPECIALLY late at night like,, that's pretty irresponsible that she isn't watching over him just a bit more

now do I think Father Gregor had a right to say well some of what he did- like the whole 'you don't even know why he's here and all you can do is drink' alladat nonsense- no,, he doesn't?? KNOW? Lila personally?

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like fucking hell, she LEGIT just got attacked by a fucking cannibal (IF Spooky Month takes place right after Tender Treats exactly, the calendar does say November) and also can I just say that Bob was legit her last straw, girl got an actual alarm system but anyways- not to mention Bob was well technically someone Lila knew or she wouldn't have had a reaction like that

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Also Father Gregor not practicing what his ass preaches if he be preaching the b*ble- there are SEVERAL and I mean SEVERAL instances and phrases revolving around Judgment and to not judge unto others, like yeah he was just looking at what he seen but he doesn't know what she's been through

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now that doesn't EXCUSE her being irresponsible but like lmao I've seen a few people throw down about it (i think it was mostly playful not like ACTUALLY serious gkfldfksd don't worry) but Lila DID leave Skid over at his friend's house, which was the safe thing to do- so she could go out and drink for a while, there's nothing wrong with going out to drink even if ya gotta kid, just so long as your responsible

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So, in conclusion, BOTH of them are in the right and wrong, Father Gregor just called the situation as he saw it which is NOT a good thing to do most of the time but also, he is right to some degree that Lila is a LITTLE BIT of an irresponsible mother letting her son just, be unattended while going out (more specifically at night- letting him watch horror movies at his age, etc but also Lila ISN'T a bad mother by no means

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she does love Skid, she does care for him obviously- hell if she didn't she wouldn't have been out there all night looking for him to protect him from Bob and NONE of it if she didn't give a shit bout her kid- but whether the Lila Lovers like it or not- Father Gregor does have a point to a certain degree

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also tho legit- the scene where Skid talks about not wanting to be a problem and that he doesn't want Lila to be sad and then Lila has a breakdown and hugs him close eviscerated me- and even seeing Susie being concerned when Pump seems to upset

and apparently uh it's only gonna be worse from here (someone said, which Idk if this bit is true) but someone said Pelo had said in a stream (he streams on twitch I know that much sorry) but someone said that Pelo said the next episode is gonna be even worse

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.... but anyways lol thats just how I see the thing between Father Gregor and Lila- I'm not even that like,, attached to those characters- I'm attached to Bob, Dexter, and Frank so lmao

[insolentgod]

slap in your face and mine

hi lovers, night out from a depressed girl but who has a big girl self-concept (me rs). I just wanted to write what came to mind and I wrote it anyway. I hope this reaches anyone who needs it.

probably gonna get my period, felt a damn anguish for hours tonight. now in the wee hours I pulled some cards (lenormand deck) about some people and they weren't so good (well, there are reasons). opened my TikTok and my FYP showed a sad trend and I broke down, cried and cried. cried for fear of losing friendships, cried for feeling alone (even though I'm not???), cried for accumulated fears and the most terrible cried for love (but not for a bad love). I cried so much and felt an immeasurable pain, bet it's those damn hormones. it's been a while since I cried so I allowed myself, I was feeling so weak and powerless, like I deserved to suffer

¿hi???????? do I deserve to suffer??????????? NEVER, never again.

just remember i kept creating more depreciative scenarios in my head and out of nowhere in a burst of hope (because despite everything my self-concept is still good) and finally i became aware of who i am. i'm freaking god of my reality, i control everything down to the smallest things, i'm not a person who deserves to suffer even the slightest bit. obviously not. i'm not going through that.

and neither are you, because surely you've been in the same state as i was before feeling sad, feeling hopeless, feeling like you have no power to change things, just have to feel and accept. NOOOOOOOO ok i said NO. you're not going to accept this, you're not going to accept life beating you down more.

what i do when i have these bouts of sadness (because i'm still melancholic) is affirm like crazy. i start affirming things that will reassure me and even mock my situation (this helps me). what i said at the time was something like:

"wait, am i suffering because of this? am i really here crying like a baby over a situation that i can step into the void and change? or that i can solve with affirmations, whatever. the point is, why am i suffering here? why am i losing control for what reason? if i'm ALWAYS in charge, if EVERYTHING IS A REFLECTION OF MY MIND. if i want something, i can simply have it???? how many PERFECT AND WONDERFUL things have i achieved so far, i can get everything i want and change whatever i want."

as i kept talking to myself, my good conscience returned and i started thinking "yeah, you're right, it doesn't make sense."of course after that, i said good things to myself, things to calm my inner child, because the reason i'm feeling so bad is because i triggered one of her traumas (a trauma i'll resolve in the future).

moments of hopelessness and despair are completely normal, my loves, please don't let it consume you. you have everything to change in your hands. freaking out and saying "omg what do i do? it's all lost." doesn't make sense, wake up, realize your freaking power, don't disgrace the god that you are.

if you really don't know how to get what you want, go back to basics, there are plenty of people here teaching and preaching their words, take the information and put it into practice. if despair comes, cry and let out what you feel, but make sure to REMEMBER who you are afterwards.

anyway my loves, that's it, felt like posting this here. I'm not going to review this, I'm going to smoke and go to sleep. So forgive me if there are mistakes. I don't want to read this text anymore

[kishmishorkissish]

Lafda:- part 1

The things in MI camp weren't going well . The banters , pep talks, pranks which were the integral part of the camp was missing. From outside it's looking like everything is good but it wasn't.

All were practicing it was the end session, so no one noticed the absence of 2 lads. After the practice when everyone started to go inside the stadium they saw a fight was happening. It was just a verbal fight, all were pissed like you are back from practise and see the first thing happening is fight. They tried to stop that. But those two weren't even listening to them.

Ishan's pov:-

When I came back from the practice, I saw tilak and hardik Bhai fighting. Oh gawd not again. But hardik Bhai was with me how he ended up fighting him . Ohh dumb Ishu you forgot bout him. First let's stop them.

Ishan:- bhai it's enough, now stop.

Hardik:- ishan go back.

Ishan(to tilak):- Tilak leave it na bro please, all are tired and why doing this hmm.

Tilak:- Ishan step aside I ain't talking to you and why should I stop huh , this guy over here has divided the team, performs bad and blames us. Today I won't Stop and you go from here otherwise it won't be good for you.

Hardik:- Who the hell are you to say this thing and I divided the team weren't it you guys who are ganging up , and why can't you give me chance huh.

Ishan:- (holds hardik' s hands so that he can't attack tilak) bhai leave it na let's go. And Tilak calm down why causing ruckus leave it. And there is nothing to cry bout spilled milk so leave it na .

Tilak:- We are ganging up so you should have known the reason too. And ishan how can you be with this guy don't you know what he did or you are with him for benifits only and why can't you stay away from , every time you come in between the fights no one even wants you but you , do you think you are mother teresa. And tonight even you can't stop me you midget , go and be with your hardik Bhai no need to preach me.

(Ishan was hurt listening to all this , cause one year back they were happy and now all this rift. And Tilak's words weren't doing any good . In that time Hardik has pulled his hands from his grip.)

Hardik (to ishan):- do you wanna listen more , just leave and leave all this to me and I know what am doing. Just go , (pushes ishan towards the door.)

Ishan was feeling helpless and sad so he just went from there.

Now back to Hardik and tilak

Hardik(to tilak):- You ,how dare you to say all these things to him , you don't like me that's fine but saying things bout him, (saying that he pushes him like not that hard). Ofcourse I know I did the wrong thing but ain't I trying to mend the things but you guys ain't even listening. Now you know what I ain't gonna do that.

Tilak:- We don't want to make it right, like I can't even imagine how you did that ungrateful piece of shit.(pushes him harder).

So the verbal fight became real fight . Db , akash and nehal were trying to stop tilak while others were stopping hardik. But they weren't in the mood to stop the fight.

(so Tilak's friends were trying to stop him in the start too but he ain't listening so they stopped. Ishan went back cause all this was hard for him to deal with it like he has so much things to deal with it and what Tilak Said hurted him.)

Now the trio came , boom and sky stopped hardik and Rohit stopped Tilak as he wasn't listening to anyone and only Ro could stop him. So now the rift was sorted out. The trip went to their rooms

Tilak dashed out of the room , with Aakash, Nehal and DB following him behind. Cause they know it won't be wise decision to leave Tilak to be his own.

Hardik too went towards his room. He was very angry. To calm himself down he took a shower and decided to call his family, so that he can distract himself. In between Natasa asked him bout Ishan then he remembered how he pushed Ishan and he didn't even asked about him, he cursed himself for forgetting bout his kiddo. Then he heard the knock on the door. He opened the door and found Ishan who was looking like he was going somewhere, he entered inside the room.

Ishan:- bhai get ready.

Hardik:- For what.

Ishan:- We are going somewhere, now be fast.

Ishan saw Natasa was on call he started talking to her. Hardik just laughed at this and went to get ready...

Dekho criticism is allowed rudeness isn't. How is it.

Title name is given by @shanaya009 🎀🎀

[scotianostra]

On March 5th 1759 the lexicographer and church minister John Jamieson was born in Glasgow.

I know most of you will not have heard of Jamieson, but his publication, Etymological Dictionary of the Scottish Language, is credited with keeping the language alive. He was a bit of a polymath though and learned in many fields.

The language I am talking about here is Scots, the Scot’s Tongue as it is often referred to, If you have read some of my posts I like to dig out documents etc from days gone by, a most of these are written in Scots, you only have to read the poetry of Robert Fergusson or Rabbie Burns, the vast majority which is written in the language, or up to modern times if you have read any of Irvine Welsh’s books, you will know that as a language it is distinctly different to what is termed as “proper English”

Anyway a bit about the man, Jamieson grew up in Glasgow as the only surviving son in a family with an invalid father, he entered Glasgow University aged at the staggeringly young age of just nine! From 1773 he studied the necessary course in theology with the Associate Presbytery of Glasgow, and in 1780 he was licensed to preach.

Jamieson was appointed to serve as minister to the newly established Secession congregation in Forfar, and stayed there for the next eighteen years, during which time he married Charlotte Watson, the daughter of a local widower, and started a family. Their marriage lasted fifty-five years and they had seventeen children, ten of whom reached adulthood, although only three outlived their father. He next became minister of the Edinburgh Nicolson Street congregation in 1797 where he guided the reconciliation of the Burgher and Anti-Burgher sects to a union in 1820.

In 1788 Jamieson’s writing was recognised by Princeton College, New Jersey where he received the degree of Doctor of Divinity. His other honours included membership of the Society of Scottish Antiquaries, of the Royal Physical Society of Edinburgh, of the American Antiquarian Society of Boston, United States, and of the Copenhagen Society of Northern Literature. He was also a royal associate of the first class of the Royal Society of Literature instituted by George IV.

Jamieson’s chief work, the Etymological Dictionary of the Scottish Language was published in two volumes in 1808 and was the standard reference work on the subject until the publication of the Scottish National Dictionary in 1931. He published several other works, but it is the dictionary he is best known for.

He had a particular passion for numismatics, and it was their mutual interest in coins which led to the first meeting between Jamieson and Walter Scott, in 1795, when Scott was only twenty-three and not yet a published author. Jamieson was also a keen angler, as the many entries relating to fishing terms in the Dictionary attest; and published occasional works of poetry, including a poem against the slave trade which was praised by abolitionists in its day. Entries provided by Scott include besom, which he described as a “low woman or prostitute,” and screed, defined as a “long revel” or “hearty drinking bout”. I wonder how many Scottish females have been called “a wee besom” by their mothers with neither really knowing it’s true meaning!

Jamieson’s association with Walter Scott was a two way thing, he wrote a Scots poem ‘The Water Kelpie’ for the second edition of Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border.

It was through his antiquarian research that Jamieson developed his practice of tracing words (particularly place-names) to their earliest form and occurrence: a method which was to be the foundation of the historical approach he would use in the Dictionary.

Jamieson wrote on other themes: rhetoric, cremation, and the royal palaces of Scotland, besides publishing occasional sermons. In 1820 he issued edited versions of Barbour’s The Brus and Blind Harry’s Wallace.

Revered by authors including Hugh MacDiarmid, who used it to shape his poetic output, Jamieson’s dictionary has long been regarded as a crucial groundwork which kept alive the Scots language at a time when it was in danger of falling into obscurity.

John Jamieson died on July 22nd 1839 and has a fine gravestone in St Cuthbert’s graveyard in Edinburgh, as seen in the fourth pic.

[random-introverted-blog]

I intended to write a reply way sooner. Anywho here it is! YouTube complication videos bout BG3 are so useful for fanfics and more! I bet you’ve seen the ones about Astarion’s assist voice lines (Shadowheart has her own video too).

They deserve just playful banter & casual flirting. The entire group seems pretty shippable with each other because of the similarities & differences they all have. That’s such an interesting & angsty idea, SH just escaping a life of shadows then Astarion being doomed to one. 

Ascended!Astarion & DarkJusticiar!Shadowheart being together just contractually for power & playing a game together but accidentally falling for each other would be so interesting. Neither of them want to lose the game. 

Both of them were used to causal flirting at meant nothing since they start from the time they met.  It had been one comforting inconsequential constant & just for fun + didn’t mean anything but this. This was terrible. It’d muck up the simplicity. It’d be ridiculous. Why now? What’s so great about that person anyway? I don’t relate to them! Me in love with that diva? What?! That’s preposterous. Just a rival-ally I happen to be contractually marr- ahem…with. Why would you suggest that? Away with you.

(^Them Tsundereing. Impromptu dialogue. You just inspired me I suppose! They’d both amp up the pressure and flirting (probs the possessiveness and jealousy too) but would still try to make it look effortless and like they don’t give a damn any more than the usual act)

Exactly, it could happen or could work.

I have so many thoughts about them. They’re both my favourite characters & I just ship em too after I thought about them.

I read some of your writing and it is phenomenal. Hopefully you have had fun. You seem on a roll since you wrote so much. As a fellow writer, I applaud you and congratulate you. 

I’ll dub myself Bloodmoon anon I guess? 

What’d you like to be called? 

-Bloodmoon/ 🩸🌕 anon 

Hello, Bloodmoon anon! Missed you, darling. I've spent a long while thinking about this, went back and studied YouTube videos, took notes and boy do I have a wall of text for you lol.

Yes, I have seen those assist lines and I'm a tad sad we don't have many snarky or genuine "kiss you better" like lines from Shadowheart. She's the cleric, come on 😭.

All the companions deserve playful banter and casual flirting! Personally, I think the two most shippable are Wyll and Karlach.

But Astarion and Shadowheart fostering a relationship only for her to have to choose between living in darkness again or living with Astarion would be very angsty. I feel like that idea is better written post game though. Maybe they had inkling of feelings throughout but for one reason or another failed to pursue. There IS a line you can get with Shadowheart where you can ask her "We started a romance earlier but didn't follow up" and she basically says "yeah, maybe in another life" like way to tell me to reload my playthrough Shadow-waifu... That aside, this could be the way you pave into a SHxAst relationship post game.

So an Ascended and Dark Justiciar relationship... A little bit trickier to see with the Sharran Shadowheart ending I saw but we can bend things around, for sure! Part of the fun of fanfic is bending canon, after all. SPOILERS FOR THE EPILOGUE FOR SHARRAN!SHADOWHEART AND ASCENDED!ASTARION FOR ANYONE WHO HASN'T SEEN IT YET BEYOND THIS POINT

Shadowheart canonically becomes mother superior of the Baldur's Gate cloister, and if asked will tell you she actually sympathizes with Viconia now. And though she'll practically clamber onto the dining table and preach "Lady of Loss, now only $19.99 plus shipping and handling, call now and get two Lady of Losses for the price of one" at the start of the dialogue, clearly wants Shar to give her a way out. She's feeling overwhelmed. If you tell her you're living a quiet life, she'll admit to being a little jealous of you because "a little calm and solitude would be a tonic". When you ask her how's life being mother superior she will go off on a rant about how exhausting it is and that she misses the comparative simplicity of "your little group against the odds". And if you romanced her and she left you, you can hit her with the "You're not the same woman I fell for" and she basically gives you a tough girl "nor are you the same person who fell for me..." before segwaying into "👉👈 but I'm sure there's still plenty for you to like and indulge in for tonight 😏".

Astarion, if you break up with him, will admit that he has missed you and there's something lonely about all the power he has. And I have no doubt if the opportunity were presented to rekindle something, that he'd happily take you back. He'd be a total asshole about it, that I'm almost sure, but he'd still welcome you back. He seems reasonably calm and not like the fanfics have written him to be. But I do get a mild sense that he is still obsessed even if just a teensy bit.

END OF SPOILERS THANKS FOR STILL READING

All that said, you can certainly swing their stories toward "two lonely souls seeking carnal/physical solace in each other but end up way more entangled than either of them wanted/expected". And once they do realize they're catching feelings, then the toxic tsundere power plays start rolling in. Then they're just trying to out yandere each other and that could be scary, hot and hilarious all at once.

Aww, thank you! It means the world to me that people enjoy my work! Without that, I'd have no reason to post. Much less pressure to write privately for myself, but knowing there are people like you out there that my writing can make happy or boost your mood is what I really write for.

What would I like to be called? Not sure! You and anyone else can call me what you'd like, within reason of course. Could call me by my ao3 username, could call me an abbreviated name of this blog... Doesn't matter, as long as it's not malicious or bullying.

[representshinjuku]

Let it Bleed

[All]

Go!

Let it Bleed

Bleed (Bleed) Battle (Battle)

[Rei]

Yo kids, what’s new with you?

Isn’t it time you call it quits on the struggle?

Water and oil don’t mix, got it kiddies?

Your ‘karma’ is just play-pretend

Your sweat-drenched bonds are inferior

Go sweat ‘em out in a sauna somewhere

Half-hearted rebellion in your eyes

What kinda parent would raise you like this? (lol)

[Ichiro]

Shitty old man don’t act like a father now

I’m living my way now

You’re just scum clinging to his vices

I’m bringing down judgment on you third-rate con (Aye)

The pre-reviews don’t lie in this tight race

I’m the unshakable ace

A half-retired guy’s off-topic phrase

Is so lame I can’t hide my disgust

[Rei]

Show me

[Ichiro]

Your tech

[Ichiro & Rei]

Let it Bleed

[Sasara]

Number one’s a gloomy big brother

That naive stuff won't work on me, y'know!

Makin’ a big fuss ‘bout this’n that

I’m real sicka you muscleheads

[Rosho]

You’re putting your education to waste

No age limit at ‘Bukuro kindergarten ([Sasara] Teacher~!)

Class bully Yamada Ichiro-kun ([Sasara] Present!)

You know nothing of the real world

[Sasara]

That’s some illegal collusion, brothers for life

Stuck riding the same boat eternally

[Rosho]

Aren’t you tired of seeing the same faces every day? ([Sasara] O~h!)

Let me advise you - those bonds are fraile ([Sasara]: Good!)

[Sasara]

Our Rosho’s got a knock-out line every once and a while ([Rosho] Quit it)

[Rosho]

That’s our idiot leader - but I trust him 

[Sasara & Rosho]

Now this’s Osaka’s solo live

‘Bukuro goes down to a poisoned banquet

[Sasara] We’ll show you [Rosho] Naniwa’s spirit

[Sasara]

Bloody-bleedy bleaty-bleepy

[Sasara & Rosho]

Let it Bleed

[Jiro]

Hey, teach, you got a real bias

Like a bad sauce drowning your rap (Eww)

Too much for you in those thick-ass comedy phrases

You call yourself Sasara but you seem real sus to me

[Saburo]

Even Jiro’s right once in a blue moon

Your old-fashioned style’s practically heritage

If you’re a teacher than show me a fresh definition 

Of course it’s beyond you mass-produced MCs

[Jiro]

That really sell? Where’d you buy that suit? 

Weird as hell how you build the brand

[Saburo]

With such a low-brow comedian calling the shots

The subordinates are certainly useless as well

[Jiro]

Three brothers standing together

[Saburo]

Never straying from the vow in our blood

[Jiro & Saburo]

Kings from ‘Bukuro with the strongest style

Tiny little Osaka’s got nothing on us

[Jiro] Easy, yeah? [Saburo] They can’t stand against us

[Jiro & Saburo]

Let it bleed

[All]

Raise a hymn to the rivals

You’re bleeding thicker than water for

No pain, no gain

Keep rising up to higher ground

Water and oil spiral

Our words snapping for survival

No pain no gain (Hey!)

To the limits here we go!

Crush them, my mic; going for the throat in a single phrase

Bleed (Bleed) Battle (Battle)

Come at us, this’s the edge of life and death

A lethal injury in 1verse

Sore losers who’ve lost their pride, step down

Bleed (Bleed)

Until we go down let it bleed

Bleed (Bleed) Battle (Battle)

[Rei]

Give the rebellious phase a rest

It’s just the drivel of kids who don’t know love

You’re nothing but a green three of a kind

Should I break down that pride of yours?

[Saburo]

I wish your constant tenacity would stop at your looks

You old man

The larger picture you’re fixated on calculating

Is plain to see, an antinomy

[Rosho]

Trying your best to act the part of a genius

Doing nothing but barking as your brothers’ dog

No matter how you cry out such sickening words

Nothing will change - enough is enough

[Jiro] 

Don’t start preaching, teach, you’re the butt of the joke

Your punchlines don’t get shit for laughs

You’re a trainee? Then I guess I forgive you

But get the hell off of the pro’s stage

[Sasara]

‘Kay ‘kay! Jiro-chan’s real big speech

Gets a little candy for his best effort

Dummies get tired when they try using their brain cell

Idiots need moderation or they’ll burnout and fail

[Ichiro]

Don’t play hero, you’re just the opening act

All you can do is crack jokes you walking ads

I’ll show you we’re superior in this 1verse

The clowns are about to get thrown off the stage

[Sasara]

Oi, for you, Ichiro, I’ll get a little serious

Stronger than brothers are our Osaka bonds

We can’t go show you off to heaven quite yet

‘Cuz then we couldn’t play around with you down here anymore!

[Ichiro]

Since you’re for real, Sasara, I’ll say the same

The strength of our bonds won’t lose to you

‘Bukuro’s not getting held up on our setbacks

Now accept that you’re dying here already!

[Dotsuitare Hompo]

You’re about to derail, everybody applaud

Hittin’ your weak points - Dotsuitare Hompo

[Buster Bros!!!]

Lame guys get gone before they make trouble

Charging in - Buster Bros!!!

[Sasara] Ready to go? [Dotsuitare Hompo] GO Osaka GO Osaka GO

Quit the complainin’ and put your hands up 

[Ichiro] Let’s go [Buster Bros!!!] GO ‘Bukuro GO ‘Bukuro GO

Shout out with everything you’ve got

[All]

Roar my Hypnosis Mic

Howl out for this fated battle

It’s a massive feud, 

We’re raising the curtain

On the second show so

Let it Bleed

Raise a hymn to the rivals

You’re bleeding thicker than water for

No pain, no gain

Keep rising up to higher ground

Water and oil spiral

Our words snapping for survival

No pain no gain (Hey!)

To the limits here we go!

Crush them, my mic; going for the throat in a single phrase

Bleed (Bleed) Battle (Battle)

Come at us, this’s the edge of life and death

A lethal injury in 1verse

Sore losers who’ve lost their pride, step down

Bleed (Bleed)

Until we go down this struggle won’t end

Let it Bleed

Everybody say

Bleed (Bleed) Battle (Battle)

[Dotsuitare Hompo] GO Osaka GO Osaka GO

Bleed (Bleed) Battle (Battle)

[Buster Bros!!!] GO ‘Bukuro GO ‘Bukuro GO

Bleed (Bleed) Battle (Battle)

Let it bleed

[nightshadeslament]

Long vent since it happened over the span of a month-ish. Remember that I’m writing this for me to process so it’s gonna be all over the place. Here’s a tw for family issues? Idk it triggered me into a manic episode so beware ig

I’ll say that this way definitely seem very…whiny? (Not that I’m on here to make myself seem like a saint) but each person here (besides partner A) has traumatized me in the past. I was tryin to work through it just to try to do something fun and nice. So it may not seem like a big deal but it unfortunately digs deep for me. Anywho…

All I wanted to do was something nice to celebrate my mom.

I’ve been trying to convince my two older siblings to help me set something up to celebrate her since BEFORE Mother’s Day. They weren’t very helpful. I pitched a picnic idea two weeks or so before Mother’s Day and they seemed gung ho(??) about it. I figured that since it’s OUR mom we’d all be pitching to figure out what kind of picnic foods we’d have and stuff but everytime I’d bring it back up they just didn’t have anything helpful to say. I suggested dates they were…aloof? Idk how to explain it. They were responding but they weren’t putting in any sort of effort to figure stuff out.

Something about our mom is that she doesn’t like people and most holidays. So having the Mother’s Day celebration doesn’t mean it has to be on Mother’s Day. Honestly it didn’t have to happen at all but I can’t think of a time that we did ever do something to celebrate her. Even on her birthday. I just wanted to try a change of pace. One of my siblings has addressed over the past year and even recently that they wanted to start celebrating little things more in our family too. Practice what you preach? Mmh.

Well I pick the day, the time, the place and tell them in our sibling gc. I’m providing the picnic blanket, I bought a little picnic table, and flowers, all that’s left is the menu. They suggested a charcuterie board (bout the only thing they helped decided). THE DAY BEFORE THE FUCKING SHIT WAS SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN oldest sibling thought it was on a Sunday not Thursday and they’re asking to move it back cause they want to go grocery shopping together….mom was already made aware of the plans and was excited. I had to tell her that we had to reschedule and why. The flowers id bought her died on the dining room table. I couldn’t front myself to do anything with them. I asked partner A to get rid of them at some point. There was a lot of frustration and sadness and anger that I was really struggling to process because there way so many layers to the disappointment. I really wasn’t in the right place to process it so I swallowed it best it could and gave up on it all.

The month after was my mom’s birthday. I honestly planned to just go do something with her instead of dealing with my siblings again. Lo and Fucking behold the middling sibling decides to say that we need to do something for her upcoming birthday and the oldest sibling immediately started tossing ideas/helping. You’d never believe that they decided to do a picnic :). I’m not even kidding when I say my eye twitched and I had to set my phone down cause the feelings started bubbling up again. I was very very upset. I don’t remember what I was doing during that time, but it kept me busy thankfully. I didn’t respond to their messages that day when they asked to use my picnic stuff nor the next when they addressed me by name for a separate reason.

The fact that they didn’t give a shit when id tried to plan something but expect me to give a shit now was really ticking me off.

I didn’t respond floor a week or so. I wanted to but everytime I went to say something I’d get so pissed off that I couldn’t think of anything productive or conducive to the conversation to say. So I didn’t. I’ll also say that as upset as I get, I’m terrified of unjustly taking it out on others so I’ll sit on it and process it when and then address it properly.

Middle sibling addressed my being mia. I brushed it off with an excuse cause I wasn’t ready to talk about it. And I didn’t wanna even mention me being upset because that would put tension between us. And tension makes me XTREMELY avoidant and I give a shit about the relationship with my family, so imma try to not trigger that.(Prolly supposed to not care about managing their emotions by suppressing myself own but at least in writing this shit out instead of SHing so take improvement when you can damn it) I don’t want my being upset to prevent my mom being celebrated. So I heart some of their text messages about the whole thing and leave it at that.

Let’s see middle sibling brought up mom’s birthday 3 weeks before the birthday happened. I was admittedly petty for not ever bringing it back up to my siblings so that we could start actually putting it together despite being very aware of time flying by. Again, I was just gonna take her somewhere to celebrate just us two.

But alas the middle sibling come swooping in a whopping three days before moms birthday with the ground breaking text “moms birthday is in three days”.

*tim Allan face with caption “you don’t say”*

I told them that it’s also predicted to be hot humid and potentially rainy. Then went all “well what are we gonna do now hurrrrrr” and then didn’t say anything else. Rolled my eyes cause I’m not doing this again with them. The next day “so mamas birthday????”

Oldest gives a very helpful “uhhhhhhhh”. I woefully suggest hosting a dinner at my house. (We’ve never gone on a trip out of the city as a family none the had a “formal” dinner together) and get a visit from Simon & Garfunkel’s sound of silence. So much much later in the day I say “Going twice for dinner at my house”.

This The only response I get is “what are we gonna make” from the middle. And something snaps in me a little bit and I just give in and take over. My mom’s a vegetarian. They’re both picky eaters so when I asked them what they don’t like middles response was “everything she likes” and i literally tell AI to list SIXTY fucking vegetables and pull off NINE vegetables they I know for a fact that they like and say that they will be enough for a meal. Teetering between being fed up and trying to hold it together by this point.

Prior to this I was trying to get my life together. My house was a mess. I’ve been fighting a depressive episode triggered by the picnic thing failing and other stuff. So now I have to make the menu, by the ingredients, clean the house, and make sure it all stays within the budget that I’ve been working on to keep the house running smoothly.

I think it’s normal for people with AuAdhd to be overwhelmed because instead of looking at a task as the task you break the task down into steps. So it’s like hella steps to get done and you’re just wanting to die the whole time lol.

The oldest helps iron out some details and puts my middle sibling on decorating duty. I do a lot of work to get everything together for the next two days. I have Ehlers Danlos syndrome so I was in a lot of pain after all of that and then having to stand and cook for 4 hours. Middle sibling comes over and is bouncing off the walls irritated and then excited and trying to plan stuff. I dissociated once my oldest sibling came over. Oldest started snapping on everyone cause they were overwhelmed with the music playing and the middles bouncing off the wall and my dogs being exited to see them. My partner was doing everything to keep me from having a meltdown myself by helping get everything ready and fulfilling the middles 800 requests for things cause I couldn’t step away from the stove. They’re a saint truly.

Oldest is trying to get their TWO things in the oven while complaining about everything (well come back tk this). I’m trying to finish the food. Middle is asking a million and one questions and then ushering me to go get my formal wear on while they go and get mom and bring her over.

So the oldest and they’re complaining. It’s gotten worse over the last year but it’s weird for my thought process to be that it was what they were destined to turn into. They complained about the dinner. They complained about dress code. They complained about having to come after work. Complained about work. Complained about what decided to wear. It was triggering because it reminded me their former best friend (who has has traumatized me) and a former friend of mine who’s also messed me up pretty bad. Theres something about it that I can’t put my finger on. Like they’re complaining for comfort and attention? Idk if that’s what it is. But it’s in the manipulative category and it’s escalating on their end and I can’t tolerate being around them anymore because of it. My BIGGEST thing when dealing with anyone who does that is like…what do you want me to say? What SHOUKD I say? Do I play into it and like “aww I’m so sorry”? It’s hard cause I know what they’re doing and i don’t even think I could play into it fr without sounding really fake. I don’t like being fake no matter the situation so it’s just awards for them cause they’ll be all “Ugh this is so much work AND you want me to dress up?! Yall are doing to much. I have to work tomorrowwwww.” Let it be known that they don’t ever see us and we don’t ask these kinds of things of them EVER. So like…if you didn’t wanna be here don’t come idk. PLUS they can’t take a joke. And again any inconvenience to them will make them want to leave. Just…cringey and triggering.

Dinner goes okay. I made the entree, 2/3 sides, and the dessert. Oldest brought a wine, a juice, rolls, and a side that I ended up cooking. Middle decorated. Middle posts on their Facebook about how WE cooked her dinner. I’m not gonna trip too much on that case team effort a little bit. You know that joke where somebody starts a question about something you have to look at to answer and you’re very obviously not looking but answer anyway? Yea that upset the oldest and they were trying to leave the dinner early for the rest of the night. Like nobody way trying to be mean. Nobody was looking, I was refilling drinks. We all answered yes or no laughed cause haha we all just did that at the same time and then looked at the oldest and their face was just 😐 “im leaving. Dont touch me. No I’m leaving.” Had to clarify that we were kidding. They shed if they looked ashy. I thought we were talking ashy elbows and toes (cause mine were very ashy lol again don’t come for me it was a long ass day).

Anyway their response was triggering because of the aggression. Then I was on edge that the middle was gonna be set off. They were getting there. I just wanted moon to enjoy her dinner and have great convo. Got dessert out the over it was a hit and the oldest rushed off after we sang happy birthday.

What sent me into my episode was my mom looking at my partner and telling them “Thank you for hosting.” My partner being the amazing human that they are said “nightshade did all the work I just helped a little bit.” I can only imagine how pathetic I looked there. Just looking at my mom like ”…are you kidding me?”

She wasn’t trying to over look me or my efforts I’d gotten a lot of praise on dinner and the house. She just wanted to give my partner thanks for something cause she hasn’t thanked them for anything really that night. But that wasn’t going through my mind when she said it. All I could think was how even after all the bullshit I dealt with ask the work and pain I went through, THEY get the thanks for hosting. Fuck Mr and my efforts. They barely even helped clean the house!

It just killed the little bit of restraint I had left. Since then I’d wasted $200 on being impulsive and put myself in danger. I felt guilty afterwards and rejected for while before realizing that I’d entered a manic episode and I’ve been on damage control since. Preventing myself from doing anything else stupid. Have I mentioned how much of a saint my partner is? lol. They deal with a lot of my antics and fuck ups and trying to push through triggering situations because I want to be strong and work on my familial relationships. I’m lucky to have them.

Manic episodes are kinda scary for me especially now that I have something to lose. But I’m doing everything I can to stay grounded and work through it. Exhibit A: this post. Thanks for listening to the bull shit. If you made it this far you’re probably bored lol.

Mk bye.

[dailyjimmybuffett]

Fruitcakes

"You know, I was talkin' to my friend Desdemona the other day, she runs this Space Station bake shop down near Boomtown. She told me that human beings are flawed individuals, that the cosmic 'bakers' took us out of the oven a little too early, and that's the reason we're as crazy as we are. And I believe it! Take for example when you go to the movies these days, y'know, they try to sell you this jumbo drink, 8 extra ounces of watered-down cherry Coke for an extra 25 cents. I don't want it. I don't want that much organization in my life. I don't want other people thinking for me! I want my Junior Mints! Where did Junior Mints go in the movies? I don't want a 12 pound Nestle's Crunch for 25 dollars! I want Junior Mints! We need more fruitcakes in this world! Less bakers! We need people that care! I'm mad as hell! And I don't wanna take it anymore!"

Fruitcakes in the kitchen, fruitcakes on the street Struttin' naked through the crosswalk in the middle of the week Half-baked cookies in the oven, half-baked people on the bus There's a little bit of fruitcake left in everyone of us

Paradise, lost and found, paradise, take a look around I was out in California where I hear they have it all They got riots, fires and mudslides, they've got sushi in the mall Water bars, brontosaurs, Chinese modern lust Shake and bake, life with the quake, the secret's in the crust

Fruitcakes in the kitchen, fruitcakes on the street Struttin' naked through the crosswalk in the middle of the week Half-baked cookies in the oven, half-baked people on the bus There's a little bit of fruitcake left in everyone of us

"Speakin' of fruitcakes, how 'bout the government? Your tax dollars at work!"

"We lost our Martian rocket ship", the high-paid spokesman said Looks like that silly rocket ship has lost its cone-shaped head We spent 90 jillion dollars trying to get a look at Mars I hear universal laughter ringing out among the stars

Fruitcakes in the galaxy, fruitcakes on the earth Struttin' naked towards eternity, we've been that way since birth Half-baked cookies in the oven, half-baked people on the bus There's a little bit of fruitcake left in everyone of us

"Religion, religion Oooh, there's a thin line between Saturday night and Sunday morning Here we go now, alright, altar boys"

Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa

Where's the church, who took the steeple? Religion's in the hands of some crazy-ass people Television preachers with bad hair and dimples The God's honest truth is it's not that simple It's the Buddhist in you, it's the pagan in me It's the Muslim in him, she's Catholic, ain't she? It's that born-again look, it's the WASP and the Jew Tell me what's goin' on, I ain't got a clue

"Now here comes the big ones, relationships! We all got 'em, we all want 'em What do we do with 'em? Here we go, I'll tell ya"

She said "You got to do your fair share, now cough up half the rent I treat my body like a temple, you treat yours like a tent" But the right word at the right time: "Hey, give me a little hug!" That's the difference between lightnin' and a harmless lightnin' bug

Fruitcakes in the kitchen, fruitcakes on the street Struttin' naked through the crosswalk in the middle of the week Half-baked cookies in the oven, half-baked people on the bus There's a little bit of fruitcake left in everyone of us

"The future Captain's log. Star date two thousand and something".

We're seven years from the millennium, that's a science fiction fact Stanley Kubrick and his buddy HAL now don't look that abstract So I'll put on my Bob Marley tape and practice what I preach Get Jah lost in the reggae, mon, as I walk along the beach Stay in touch with my insanity, really is the only way It's a jungle out there kiddies, have a very fruitful day

Hey, fruitcakes in the kitchen, fruitcakes on the street Struttin' naked through the crosswalk in the middle of the week Half-baked cookies in the oven, half-baked people on the bus There's a little bit of fruitcake left in everyone of us

"That's right, you too Yeah, those crumbs are spread all around this universe I've seen fruitcakes, I saw this guy in Santa Monica Roller-skatin' naked through the crosswalk Down in New Orleans, in the French Market There are fruitcakes like you cannot believe New York, forget it, fruitcake city Down Island, we've got fruitcakes Spread them crumbs around That's right, we want 'em around Keep bakin', baby, keep bakin'"

[ramrodd]

Disparaging Jesus: Roman Gossip and Jewish Legend

COMMENTARY:

James Tabor, if an an honest account of the material you are discussing is your goal, it would serve you to abandon the dialectical Marxism of the critical historical method you adopted as an apostate Air Force brat and antiwar protester that was all the rage after the occupation of Columbia University by the SDS in 1968 (and persists as the liberal PC cancel culture) and replace it with the critical literary method of Hegel. It would serve to validate virtually every thing  you've concluded.

First of all, your thesis that the narratives of the Gospel of Mark and the Gospel of John are intended to be understood as intertwined is exactly correct. Cornelius, the centurion featured in Acts 10, is the author of the Gospel of Mark and John Mark is the author of the Gospel of John, which begins when John Mark is 13 years old at Passover CE 27 and about halfway through his preparation for achieving his majority and Bar Mitzvah just before the Festival of Tabernacles 28,  John Mark is not the author of the Gospel of Mark, but becomes the publisher of the Gospel in Alexandria and is part of the committee that shapes the final version, The syntax of Mark 16:9 - 20 is clearly that of the last chapter of John, even in English and was added by John Mark's copyists at some point.

Both Mark and John being when Jesus appears above the Roman military horizon and takes command of John the Baptist's constituency. The reason why the Gospel of Mark begins with John the Baptist is because the Roman intelligence services had an active and routine surveillance program on  the  baptizer: they knew where he lived, they knew what he ate, they knew how he dressed and they generally knew the doctrine he was preaching and they considered him a potential in surgent.

The Gospel of Mark demonstrates that the Romans had active files on all the players in Judea, including the Herodians, the Sadducee's, the Pharisees and it must be assumed, the Zealots, who were the common enemy of both the Romans and Jesus (John 2:17). The Zealots were the John Birch Society of Judea and the instruments of the Apocalypse of the 2nd Temple and Revelation. when Jesus shows up and takes command of John the Baptist's congregation, the Roman spies shift all their resources to Jesus and lose sight of John the Baptist entirely, as reflected in Mark 1:14.

What we learn about Jahn's execution was relayed to the Roman archives, aka Q, by Herod Antipas or his intelligence services, after the reproachment of Pilate and Herod that Luke documents. The flashback in Mark 6 is the only literary artifice in Mark.

The second thing the Romans learn is the extent of the foot print Jesus inherited from John the Baptist in Mark 3::8 It is likely that the Romans were unaware of the extent of this demographic, which appears twice in Mark, the first command performance of Jesus in a boat and the second time after the arrest of John the Baptist in Mark 4. we know from John 3 that John the Baptist was still at liberty at the Passover CE 28.

I have no problem with adoptionism: it's not true, but, if it was true, Resurrection was like Etch-a-Sketch: everything before it is obviated and the God Hypothesis validated, which was one objective of Jesus's mission. A second objective was to create a priesthood of servant-leaders who would erect the new Temple of Moses within the grown community of synagogues emerging from Hellenistic Judaism.

A third objective was to emphasize the Holy Spirit as a supernatural resource available to humankind and to demonstrate it's practical application. Your favorite Myth Master had Rbbi Tabias Singer on his pod cast three years ago who gets his panties all in a know bout how the emphasis on miracles and exorcism in Mark is all Greco-Roman content and has nothing to do with the Torah.

Exactly my point. In terms of Hegel, the Sociology and Anthropology of the Gospel of Mark is entirely that of a Greco-Roman centurion and that Jesus is a Hellenistic post-Apocalyptical Jew who abrogates the Dietary restrictions in Mark 7:19, absorbs Plato into the Shema and adds the Socrates Clause to the Greatest Commandment in Mark 12:29 - 31. The additional clause is a synthesis of Hillel's Silver Rule, Jesus's Golder Rule and Socrates ethic of man's duty to man embedded in the secular rule of law of Athens and Rome.

Finally, the contours of Q are made evident in the Roman apparatus of εὐθὺς  in the Greek Text of the Gospel of Mark. εὐθὺς  indicates that the pericope is eye witness testimony that was collected by the Roman intelligence services as part of the routine surveillance procedures appled to Jesus after His baptism and before His Resurrection, in particular, and his arrext, generally, except for Acts 10:16, when the testimony of Peter provides the narrative structure  for the Gospel of Mark. John Mark, Matthew and Luke have access to this Roman military archive as a result of Peter's encounter with Cornelius and is probably a basis for inclusion in the canon. Pilate's original intelligence report he sent to Tiberius that Tertullian cites went under the euangeliou "Tidings of Joy" Emperor's eyes' first transmittal priority and becomes the code word for the Roman archive that Paul refers to 19 times in his Epistles.

Go back and read the Gospel of Mark in Greek and every time εὐθὺς appears, thing "op-cit" and Ibid" instead of "immediately" and you will see what I mean.

Love your show, Babe, but I grew weary of  John Dominick Crossan’s whole dialectical Marxism trope before I went to Vietnam.  

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[imaginationfanstar]

Glimmer and Bow Need Therapy

A lot of people in this fandom talk about how Catra and Adora have a lot of trauma to work through but I’d like to elaborate on why I think some other characters have some serious baggage they need to deal with too.

Bow is a nervous wreck and stressed beyond belief. He’s always worried about everyone else and often puts their problems and issues before his own. This often leads to the unfortunate habit of bottling up his emotions (a lot like Adora tends to do), or at least his negative ones. His friends are also a hot mess, so he constantly has to deal with being the “responsible one”, or the mediator, or the “friendship guy”. For someone who’s really good at giving friendship advice and fixing other people’s problems, he doesn’t always practice what he preaches, not when it comes to his own well-being at least. He’s also not above lying, sneaking around, or omitting the truth, if he thinks it’ll protect others or spare their feelings even if it’s only a temporary solution. He also mildly struggles with needing to be needed or feeling helpless. It hurts when it feels like his friends can’t come to him for help because he wants to provide a safe place for them. He wants them to feel like they can open up to him, even though he struggles to do the same. When there’s tension in the group and he can’t seem to fix it (like in S4) he feels helpless, useless even. His friends also have a tendency to take him for granted or dismiss his advocacy for safety and caution leaving him to feel undervalued or underappreciated. He also has a bit of an inferiority complex considering he’s surrounded by powerful magical princesses and geniuses like Entrapta, Hordak, and his dads (and possibly his brothers) who he may never feel like he can measure up to. Lastly, he’s incredibly extraverted, which is why one of his biggest fears is inheriting his dads’ library; being left, all alone, in that big, empty building in the middle of the woods, for the rest of his life. Not to mention all the PTSD he (and everyone else) must have from all those near-death experiences and being a literal war veteran.

Glimmer as the show overtly states, deals with bouts of “crippling self-doubt mixed with overwhelming hubris”, i.e. her stubbornness and pride. An inferiority-superiority complex if you will. She also has a fuck ton of anger issues, grief, and trauma that she never quite learned how to or took the time to deal with properly. She often has trouble communicating how she’s feeling, especially when it’s negative, so it usually leads to nasty comments, aggressive actions, and forceful confrontations. She’s also a magical princess who was born in a time of war. From a young age she was given a lot of privilege, responsibility, and a great deal of expectations for her to meet. Her parents, one an immortal angelic queen and the other a powerful sorcerer and martyr of the Rebellion had cast these enormous shadows for her to live up to. All of that, in addition to the encroaching enemy that constantly threatened her loved ones’, her subjects’, and her plant’s safety, put her under a lot of pressure. That enemy would eventually take both her parents away from her leaving her an orphan. And in both instances she was helpless to do anything about it. She also had a lonely childhood. She’d only ever made a single friend in Bow, until she’d reached her late teens/early adulthood. Her mother was overprotective and, more often than not, would clip her wings rather than support and trust her. Along with unconventional powers and a disposition that never quite lived up to the standard of what a “typical” princess should be, this caused people to underestimate her. Therefore, she was left with the constant, often reckless, need to prove herself, so she could finally be taken seriously (a lot like Catra, in that regard). Not to mention the fact that she got kidnapped and held hostage, twice. She’s endured psychological manipulation, physical torture, and emotional isolation. She was thrust into a position of power and authority she was in no way ready for; Forced to fight her chipped father; And deal with the overwhelming guilt of how the worst decision she ever made (when backed into a corner) nearly doomed the planet and cost hundreds of people their homes, their freedom and even their lives!

So basically, nobody in the best friend squad, or even in the whole princess alliance is ok. They’ve each dealt with a lot, and I just think all of them deserve the chance to be happy and healthy. Which is why I think they all need some therapy.

Shout out to @tippenfunkaport, @baggebythesea, @foolforshera and more for their fantastic and insightful writing about my beloved spop characters. Especially, Glimmer and Bow.

[scotianostra]

On March 5th 1759 the lexicographer and church minister  John Jamieson was born in Glasgow.

I know most of you will not have heard of Jamieson, but his publication, Etymological Dictionary of the Scottish Language,  is credited with keeping the language alive. He was a bit of a polymath though and learned in many fields. 

The language I am talking about here is Scots, the Scot’s Tongue as it is often referred to, If you have read some of my posts I like to dig out documents etc from days gone by, a most of these are written in Scots, you only have to read the poetry of Robert Fergusson or Rabbie Burns, the vast majority which is written in the language, or up to modern times if you have read any of Irvine Welsh’s books, you will know that as a language it is distinctly different to what is termed as “proper English”

  Anyway a bit about the man, Jamieson grew up in Glasgow as the only surviving son in a family with an invalid father, he entered Glasgow University aged at the staggeringly young age of just nine!   From 1773 he studied the necessary course in theology with the Associate Presbytery of Glasgow, and in 1780 he was licensed to preach.

Jamieson was appointed to serve as minister to the newly established Secession congregation in Forfar, and stayed there for the next eighteen years, during which time he married Charlotte Watson, the daughter of a local widower, and started a family. Their marriage lasted fifty-five years and they had seventeen children, ten of whom reached adulthood, although only three outlived their father. He next became minister of the Edinburgh Nicolson Street congregation in 1797 where he guided the reconciliation of the Burgher and Anti-Burgher sects to a union in 1820.

In 1788 Jamieson’s writing was recognised by Princeton College, New Jersey where he received the degree of Doctor of Divinity. His other honours included membership of the Society of Scottish Antiquaries, of the Royal Physical Society of Edinburgh, of the American Antiquarian Society of Boston, United States, and of the Copenhagen Society of Northern Literature. He was also a royal associate of the first class of the Royal Society of Literature instituted by George IV.

Jamieson’s chief work, the Etymological Dictionary of the Scottish Language was published in two volumes in 1808 and was the standard reference work on the subject until the publication of the Scottish National Dictionary in 1931. He published several other works, but it is the dictionary he is best known for. 

He had a particular passion for numismatics, and it was their mutual interest in coins which led to the first meeting between Jamieson and Walter Scott, in 1795, when Scott was only twenty-three and not yet a published author. Jamieson was also a keen angler, as the many entries relating to fishing terms in the Dictionary attest; and published occasional works of poetry, including a poem against the slave trade which was praised by abolitionists in its day. Entries provided by Scott include besom, which he described as a “low woman or prostitute,” and screed, defined as a “long revel” or “hearty drinking bout”. I wonder how many Scottish females have been called  “a wee besom” by their mothers with neither really knowing it’s true meaning! 

Jamieson’s association with Walter Scott was a two way thing, he wrote  a Scots poem ‘The Water Kelpie’ for the second edition of Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border. 

It was through his antiquarian research that Jamieson developed his practice of tracing words (particularly place-names) to their earliest form and occurrence: a method which was to be the foundation of the historical approach he would use in the Dictionary.

Jamieson wrote on other themes: rhetoric, cremation, and the royal palaces of Scotland, besides publishing occasional sermons. In 1820 he issued edited versions of Barbour’s The Brus and Blind Harry’s  Wallace.

Revered by authors including Hugh MacDiarmid, who used it to shape his poetic output, Jamieson’s dictionary has long been regarded as a crucial groundwork which kept alive the Scots language at a time when it was in danger of falling into obscurity.

John Jamieson died on July 22nd 1839 and has a fine gravestone in St Cuthbert’s graveyard in Edinburgh, as seen in the fourth pic.

[twdmusicboxmystery]

I was wondering if the dutch angles in the last episode where only put there as a callback to Beth? I know Eugene isn't dead BUT Max was basically just told he has been practically guaranteed a death sentance as a result of her actions just like Daryl felt Beths death was his fault in a round a bout way?

They don't often use those camera angles and I am almost certain they used them when Beth was shot right?

So maybe its when one half of a soulmate couple feels responsible for the death? Or just generally to show them as a bethyl proxy?

I can't word this is a decent way 😅 hopefully you know what I am trying to say!

Yeah, for sure! I think you worded it very well. Max and Eugene's relationships has been a major parallel to Beth and Daryl's from the start, so I tend to think it's to show the parallels to Beth and what happened at Grady.

Which, unfortunately, doesn't bode particularly well for Eugene. Back in S5, the writers, through Maggie, basically told us he would have a Sampson template. Sampson dies at the end of that story. 😖

Either way, I also really love the idea that the dutch angles might be more about the guilt of the ones not killed. Namely, Rick and Daryl. We've said many times that Coda is scene through Rick's POV, and based on what we saw in S5, he probably harbored a lot of guilt over what happened to Beth.

And of course I don't need to preach to any of you about Daryl's guilt and grief over it. Though he's in a better place now, we still see how it affects him by what he says and does in S11. How he "needs to" keep Judith safe. How concerned he is about bringing Connie and Kelly (two sisters) back together again, etc.

So I totally think you could be right in your interpretation of the Dutch angles. At the very least, what you said is absolutely true. We don't see them much in the show, so when we do, it's clear they were put there purposefully. Love that! Xoxo! 🎃💗