jereve

[svampira]

quiet

[iconslizzie]

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[wulfhalls]

scene of the episode

[jokey05]

Daeron coming back 2 season late with Starbucks while his family is literally in the middle of a civil war

[wanderingmind867]

This is part one of a new Howard the Duck story idea of mine: One big problem that's always existed in society has been the unfair influence of companies promoting vices. Those men who promote and deal in tobacco, alcohol, gambling, etc have hounded society for far too long. So i want to write a Howard the Duck saga condemning these things. And to do it, we'll have to bring back the adventuring group of Jennifer Kale, Korrek, Howard the Duck and Man-Thing.

In any case, our story begins in Cleveland. Howard complains about the prevalence of legalized gambling and of other vices. Beverly, Paul and Winda all call him out on his hypocrisy. Howard hates the glamorization of vices in society, yet he's still a consummate smoker. So Howard ends up entering a bet with his friends: if he can go a whole month without smoking, they'll listen to his long rant on society's ills.

So Howard quits smoking. But the entire month, he sees ads and signs that almost seem designed to appeal to him. He keeps running into smokers, finding ads for cigars, etc. It's eerie, but Howard fights it and manages to go almost a whole month without smoking. But then fate seems to take a hand. On the last day of the month, a giant walking cigar begins menacing Cleveland. And before you can ask what on earth's going on, Howard's summoned across dimensions again. Jennifer Kale summoned Korrek, Howard and Man-Thing. Dakimh's spirit warned her of dire tidings. The Celestial Propagandist is waking.

Howard is, naturally, angry and confused. The Celestial what!? Thankfully, Jen recaps what Dakimh told her: The Celestial Propagandist is a god far beyond mortal understanding. An ancient, primordial being, the Celestial Propagandist is in charge of all the vices and negative impulses of humanity. Whenever people exhibit cruelty to each other, whenever they give in to their temptations, whenever they gamble or drink or smoke, they give the celestial propagandist power. And after millenia of accidental worship, he's now waking.

And when the celestial propagandist wakes…well, he'll be able to reshape the cosmos in his image. The multiverse will become his own private casino, a home for all the world's negative impulses. Impulses like materialism, nymphomania, prejudice and hatred. And in order to stop him…we must awaken the ascetic one. Who is he? Nobody knows. He dwells on the farthest reaches of the cosmos, but he is the only one capable of saving the multiverse with his wisdom.

So now Howard has to go on yet another cosmic quest with Jennifer Kale, Korrek and Man-Thing. They have to hunt the ascetic one and acquire his knowledge. But first, the celestial propagandist tries to tempt our heroes with clever illusions. He sends out a minion to trap Howard, Jennifer and Korrek in dreamlike visions of their ideal worlds. But then his plan quickly crumbles under the influence of Man-Thing.

[themboty]

Find the Word Tag!

thank you @honeybewrites for the tag!

My words were: Vibrant, Resilient, Water, Flower

You can read all my snippets below the cut, I'll tag some people first though

@illarian-rambling @mk-writes-stuff and @diabolical-blue

yalls (and anyone else who wants to do this) words are: moment, idea, road, health

TW: Drowning

Vibrant:

I spend the day waking up in a daze for brief moments of time before slipping back into unconsciousness. My body is on fire but I can't get warm enough no matter how many blankets I hide myself under. All my dreams turn into nightmares of drowning. I’m at work, the store, a party before I'm plucked from my dream environment and randomly chucked into the ocean with blocks of concrete tied to my ankles. I struggle until my lungs fill with water and my body becomes dead weight, I wake to varying degrees of sunlight peeking through my windows before rolling over and drifting off once more. It's a never-ending horrific cycle I find myself a prisoner to. 

The next morning I'm unable to fight against my bursting bladder and empty stomach any longer and manage to pull myself out of bed. After washing my hands I attempt to slick my hair down with some water and avoid looking in my own eyes. The veins in my hand are vibrant beneath my pale skin. 

I manage to force down a piece of toast and a cup of coffee before Layla makes her way to the kitchen. 

"Glad to see you are up." She chirps. "Hell of a hangover I guess. I didn't think you drank that much." 

"I didn't." My voice cracks when I try to speak. 

She looks at me then, really looks at me. She catches my eyes and I turn away, afraid she might see something she's not supposed to.

I don't have anything with Resilient sorry :( (one big theme of HtD is resilience though, if that's any consolation)

Water (ive used this word a lot so here some angst):

Her comforting voice gets zoned out by the intense buzzing that fills my brain, much like if bees actually made a hive out of my brain cavity I vibrate uncontrollably with each strained breath I take in. My voice makes up words as a response to the woman. Her words are lost on me, simply bouncing around the bee hive until the bees kick each word out of my head and continue their buzzing. 

I drop my cellphone, or Nicolas takes it from my hand, I am not entirely sure but the conversation ends barely after it began. In the course of one phone call it all comes crashing down. For weeks I had been treading water, and now I am sinking to the bottom of the deep end. 

There's a hand on my arm, soft pressure. I feel another graze my cheek. "Cas?" I hear from behind the blanket of smoke covering my eyes. "What's happened?" 

Flower:

Nicolas leads the way to the door and pulls a key out from the top of the doorframe to unlock the door. "Oh, don't let Mouse out. He likes to hide in the cabinets." 

Nicolas pushes open the door and waves me through before him. A washing machine and dryer sit to my right alongside two pet bowls, one filled with water, presumably for Mouse the cat. The wallpaper is an old flower design, straight out of the 80's. A big bundle of fluff peeks out from behind the storage shelf and darts at me, screaming all the way. The cat weaves between my legs until I reach down to pet him. I get one small scratch on his forehead before he takes off for the kitchen and urges me to follow. 

"And that would be Mouse. He screams at you if he likes you." Nicolas smiles at me. 

[thebeegalaxy]

icarian trauma disorder??? thats actually goated. may i use that term too?

absolutely!!!

it's something we created with our partner and put a decent amount of thought into, i would love to know they're used!

we also made additions to the other Cluster B disorders as we felt only doing NPD/ITD would be lacklustre, although if you have better additions or even want to use these you're absolutely welcome to

narcissistic personality disorder; Icarian trauma disorder (based off Icarus. trying to reach the sun and burning up because of it)

borderline personality disorder; aphroderian trauma disorder (based off aphrodite. the push and pull of love and war)

antisocial personality disorder ; hadeian trauma disorder (based off Hades. factual and logical with few who he stays for, but stays forever for those who are his, plus the stigma)

histrionic personality disorder ; philoterian trauma disorder (based on Philotes. platonic and sexual love, ironically a goddess with few myths similar to the lack of knowledge about hpd)

theres more reasons for all but I'm tryyyying to keep it short

[thetisming]

oh youre a monsterfucker? well then tell me what you think of Howard the Duck. go on. i'm interested

[dragonsandwolvesohmy]

I lost another. It's an SI/OC or similar, where the OC runs away during a feast or something similar, and ends up at a set of Dragon Bones, where she places her bloodied hand on the bone of the snout and the dragon comes back to life. I believe Aegon ( or was it Aemond? Or someone else entirely...) sneaks out to join the search for her.

I also remember there being a bit about her hearing singing that no one else could before she ran off.

Found!! (I found it myself. please be proud.) It's King Lear's Kiss by AlwaysEatTheRude21. It's on ff.net and a Harry Potter/ House of the Dragon crossover with Fem!Harry.

[fuckyeahviagraboys]

[theveronicasdaily]

Here To Dance by The Veronicas

[svampira]

mistakes were made

[iconslizzie]

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[pebblish]

Hello, I would like a missing scene from "how to domesticate your unruly Omega" please. Either the coronation or what happens after mating, whichever one you prefer

oooooooo one of my all-time favorite fics!!! all birthed from @starboundanon's genius. I decided I'd do what I like to imagine happened after the fic, after Din and Luke finally mate and Luke sort of settles into his life.

"Darling. Why don't you stay inside today? Just coming off your heat, you're bound to be a little... riled up."

Din scrubbed his nose and frowned a little, eying Luke where he was going through his closet.

"Also a little fragrant, still. Your father will absolutely not allow you to leave."

Luke ignored his mate and husband, rummaging through his closet. Every scrap of clothing inside was entirely unsuitable to actually leave the palace in, all of them long gowns, sheer and most of them white. Luke looked back over his shoulder towards where Din was sitting by the windowsill, helmet off and eyes dark.

"Is there anything in this godsdamn palace I can wear that will allow me to walk on my own two feet?"

Din, incredibly helpfully, shrugged, and rose to his feet.

"Why do you want to go out anyway? Supposing we could even get your father to agree."

Luke turned on his heel towards Din, one blonde eyebrow raised.

"You don't remember? What you said, during my heat?"

Din shook his head, stepping closer to Luke until he could wrap his hands around his slender waist.

"Remind me."

Luke smiled a little at that, mischievous and lovely.

"You said you'd give me a baby."

Din's eyes widened comically, and he tightened his hold on Luke imperceptibly.

"You thought I was being serious? I was just trying to get you off,"

Luke pouted, pushing his husband away.

"You promised me a baby. Now get your helmet on, help me into one of these stupid dresses, and we're going to go get one."

[tc-stark]

Hey guys! New video - Rhaenyra and Daemon Targaryen are not the power couple you think they are!

[wanderingmind867]

Irony for irony's sake is meaningless. I appreciate comedy and satire a lot, but the best works of comedy and satire spring from the well of sincerity. Take Howard the Duck. Howard the Duck is comedic genius, with stories of bizarre comedy occurring alongside stories with a profound philosophical bent. There's a sincerity to the writing that makes it work. Howard the Duck is not ironic. It's genuine and honest and brilliant. Many comics are like this. Because the best ideas spring from sincerity and honesty. When you genuinely care about your ideas, that's when you know the story is at least worth telling. Even though none of my ideas go anywhere, they all spring from genuine ideas in my mind. It's all genuine and sincere. Because pure irony without sincerity is the tool of a nihilist and a cynic.