#i didnt particularly like any of the shoes

[ridragon]

tgis result is literally the most insulting one I could have gotten FUCKING NORMIE IM SOBBING

@tinkerscrickets @act11as NO FORCE (first i could think of besides Bilk but he was tagged already )

and anyone who sees and wants to :3 any followers welcome!!!! id love to see >:3

new tag game! this quiz for why the fandom hates you and this picrew :)

tagging: @verathena14 @whole-bilk-milk @blu-orb @ridragon and whoever else is interested :)

[transmaverique]

gonna be honest I see anyone talking about this "my gender is more complicated than yours" shit as someone who genuinely cannot comprehend that other people that don't share certain traits with them can still in fact have rich interior lives. as an agender trans woman who uses she/her I've never had anyone say it to me who wasn't (usually unknowingly) transmisogynistic

see but im not talking about "rich interior lives" and the assumption that i am is exactly what im talking about. i am talking about the actual physical way that reality treats and percieves me in comparison to the way it treats and percieves you. saying my gender is "more complex" means to me that i am physically incapable of existing in a strictly binary world and that there is no thing i can pass as bc "binary man" and "binary woman" are both incorrect for me. and the Cisiety in question does not allow androgyny to exist - it is exclusively the timeframe people have to decide whether they think you are a cisman or a ciswoman, or a failure and a freak. i dont subscribe to that "binary privilege" shit, thats not how privilege works. but there are differences in the ways both you and i can navigate this strictly binary Cisiety!!! and those differences deserve to be named, imo

like. again. i dont have to comfort you about your own internal sense of gender before youll listen to me about my experiences in the real world as genderqueer. as a different sort of transsexual than you.

(and bc i Know what binary ppl love to say: i know not everyone is 'capable of passing'. what i am talking about specifically is the difference between being unable to pass as a cis woman or a cis man vs being unable to pass bc what i am does not exist AT ALL in a binary society, and both of those things are incorrect ans unattainable.)

(anyways if that language is too imperfect for you thats like fine but. its just confusing to me, i dont get why its hard to understand what we are talking about here. our experiences w our nonbinary genders are completely different! why do i have to discuss them like theyre the same?)

[faith369]

dbf!sugardaddy!price (a continuation of this)

Pairing: Captain John Price x fem!reader

Warnings: age gap (reader is in their early 20s) suggestive, mdni, nsfw

You stood in front of the door, your clothes felt uncomfortably wet on your body , luckily the carport of the door gave you protection from the rain. When you had left the house 30 minutes ago, the sun was still shining, and no sign of the rain shower that was about to come down was to be seen. The weight of John's wallet laid in your hand, the feeling of the soft leather in your palm, gave you a sense of comfort. He had forgotten it a few days ago after paying your dad a visit to watch some footballmatch. You hesitated to push down the cold metal of the doorbell. In all honesty, you hoped he wasn‘t home, you weren‘t too keen on seeing him again after your dad's birthday. After you waited for a few minutes, your heart feeling like it would jump out of your chest at any moment, and no one had opened the door, relief washed over you, and you turned to leave.

"Wait,“ John's voice bolted through you like a lightning strike. You faced him, unsure of what to say your mindgoing blank. "Um, dad told me to bring you your wallet.“ Your eyes were trained on your shoes, you wouldn't risk having to look into the deep blue of his eyes, especially knowing you'd get lost in it or rather drown. Price furrowed his brows, seeing the way you stood there. “Did you walk here?” you just nodded in response to his question not trusting yourself with words. "You're shaking. Come on in.“ you stepped inside the warm house it smelled like pine and ciggars, it smelled like him. A little jolt of electricity went through you when you felt John's hand on yours as you handed him his wallet. “I could've picked that thing up, Love didn't have to come here and get drenched by the rain. I don't want to be the reason you're going to come down with a cold”. You tried to let the fact that he just called you love not get to your head and just quietly follow his lead to the kitchen. He made you sit down at in one of the chairs, even tho you didnt want to you just wanted to go home and hide yourself.

The kitchen furniture was made out of dark hardwood. Price brought you a towel to at least dry off your hair, the silence that filled in the room was an uncomfortable one. You still didn't dare looking him in the eyes and instead opted to look at the towel that you had laid in front of you after being done drying off your hair. The way you felt for him was confusing and the only clear thought that your mind was able to form was the fact that you shouldn't but you wanted to be with him. The deep clearing of a throat pulled you out of your thoughts "About what happened a few weeks ago, I'm really sorry, this shouldn't have happened, and I also shouldn't have left you there I didn't want to make you uncomfortable.“ You stayed silent for a few moments, not knowing how to respond to his words. „I...I liked what you did.“ Your cheeks burned. You didn't know why you had to be honest; you should've just told him that it was fine and forgotten, but the fact that he bought you the bag and initiated a kiss made you brave and maybe just a bit hopeful that he'd do it again.

You could feel his weight shift on the wood floors as he came over, you felt small at the way he towered over you. John's hand came to caress your face, his warm skin felt good against your cold one. "You really shouldn't say stuff like this to a man, Hun. Particularly not to your dad's friend, you have no idea how hard that makes me". His voice sounded strained a hint of guilt hushed through you, him being in a moral dilemma wasn't your intention but you still found yourself unbuckling his belt, a new-found confidence running through you at the words he just let out. "Fuck, you really shouldn't-.“ A deep growl left his lips before he could finish the sentence. The feeling of your pretty lips wrapped around his cock made him grab your still damp hair. You could feel a few drops of pre cum on your tongue as you licked over the slit of his throbbing length, his grip tightened when you lowered your head even further, but he was too big to fully take in. Suddenly Price yanked your head away, still looking down at you, but this time with a dangerous glint in his eyes, one that made an unsettling feeling creep up your spine, but at the same time you clenched your legs together. "Oh, big mistake, love. Do you really think you can just do that?” His movements as he lifted you up in his arms were carefully planned, still keen on not hurting you, but his voice had an undertone that made you shiver in both anticipation and a hint of fear. “W..what are you doing” you swallowed as he carried you through his big house. "M' going to show what happens when you want to play with a real man, love.“

Taglist: @fruitymoonbeams-blog @thera-daydreams @kittycawn @buckybarnessweetheart @katzarantos

-Requests are open <333

[potato-lord-but-not]

idk if it's unpopular or just nobody's considered the concept or maybe i am just too fond of medical knowledge but one of my takes is, if Arthur remains blind when John gets his own body his left hand to the elbow and right foot that John used to control are somewhat numb. It's a lot like when your legs fall asleep, a warm cold feeling, but no pinpricks and you can move them but not as coordinated or presise. More important to note however is this means if Arthur gets hurt in these places it is incredibly hard to notice, any should be pain is far away and feels like vague pressure. It seems and likely seemed small. There is a good chance Arthur would not even bring it up because he thought in a couple days that turned into weeks that maybe he was imagining or it'd go away on its own, but like leprosy thats how it does the most damage. And of course being blind doesn't help and it starts becoming scary. In the right time of year or being on the job, most people who don't experience pain rely on the sight of blood, a bruise, something visual, but how do you know youre bleeding if it feels no different from the sweat that drips down your neck and back? And if youre wearing particularly dark colors how many strangers are likely to notice if your sock takes on a red hue before you notice a squelch when you step? Just like his eyes if Arthur even went to a doctor, coaxed into entering an office and being patronized for a lack of symptoms the most likely conclusion would be Psychosomatic. If he's lucky told stress, but more likely that it's all in his head (ironic in a way, yeah that thing in his head was named John and likely the one who brought him here but hes not in there now is he?). But even if thats the issue being in your head doesn't mean you don't get bruises, cuts and scrapes. It means you don't stop putting weight on a foot when you step on an nail and it pierces far beyond the sole of your shoe. It means you might not notice a cut on your arm has become infected until you come down with a fever and the only thing you can say to explain yourself is "It didn't feel painful. I thought i was managing." the second half of that statement feeling like a lie because if anything you were drowning the moment you realized you could spend all day walking around and have no idea you were injured. It means at the end of the day even if you didnt want to be a bother, there is such a heavy comfort in someone rolling up your sleeve and making sure if anything is there that its cleaned, and bandaged. And maybe its also a comfort for them to grab that same hand and give a slow deliberate squeeze that your can't reciprocate but you can feel it, and know that one isnt hurting you. Anyways im rambling that's it thats the concept take notes, im telling you there is so much potential here. Im so normal about this concept

good lord absolutely no notes just everyone read this

[ccswife]

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pairing๛: kate martin x iowau!reader

synopsis๛: kate catches you watching your saved edits of her.

not proofread so ignore spelling mistakes pls lol

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being a trainee under the strength and conditioning coaches for the Iowa womens basketball meant that you were constantly around the team. you found it hard to get used to all the personalities, but by your sixth year it became quite easy.

one person you particularly leaned towards when assisting was Kate Martin - a fellow sixth year and a phenomenal basketball player (as far as you knew). throughout the 3 years you had really known Kate, the two of you grew very close, exchanging 'i love you's and often sleeping at eachothers places. a lot of the girls wondered why you guys didnt just move in together.

one cool evening in iowa city, after a considerably hard practice and lift, kate decided to come home with you after her shower. you leaned against the wall outside the locker room playing on your phone, patiently waiting for the blonde to shuffle out with her bags.

'phwwtt!'

a loud whistle pulled your eyes up and towards the door. there came kate, her hair wet and barely brushed and her bags stuffed to the brim.

"i tried to shower as fast as i could and pack all my stuff up but it got a little messy so...." she spoke out in one breath.

"kate... you know i dont mind waiting," you laughed. kate usually does this, and it ALWAYS leads to her forgetting something important. whether it be her shoes (like, her actual shoes not her bball shoes), her whole bag of skincare, or her bra, etc.

kate shrugged with a goofy look on her face and shouted 'onwards!' before shuffle-running to get out to the parking lot.

the car ride over to your apartment was as usual; listening to music, chatting about school and practice, asking about the other girls lives. you often asked her about everyone else when you guys had sleepovers. its not that you don't know and love them, but you don't talk to them nearly as much as you do kate. everyone knew that. after settling in and grabbing snack and a spot on the couch, you pulled up tiktok on your phone and decided to go through your 'wbb😭😍' folder. you can't even lie and say you don't find kate and some of her teammates attractive. hell, one of the reasons you first talked to her was because of her beautiful face. but after you guys got so close, you deemed it inappropriate to tell her how you really felt. how she made your heart flutter when she called you 'n/n' and when she stared at you for a little longer than usual. you found out that people made edits of her after liking one womens basketball edit... one is all it took. at first it shocked you and you tried not to like any of them.. but you couldnt resist it. she looked so. damn. good. IN ALL OF THEM!!! sooner than later a folder was made and filled to the brim. a dabble of caitlin, paige and an occasional molly in there as well.

so, there you sat: munching on goldfish, one leg up on the couch and one leg dangling off, all while scrolling through various edits of your best friend.

oh yea, full volume too:D

kate walks into the living room and sees you on your phone. usually she tries not to snoop but something caught her eye. was that.. her?!?! on your phone screen?????? she watched you scroll and watched as her face popped up a dozen more times. caitlin as well. a million thoughts went through her head. why were you watching edits of her? did you like her like she liked you? you find her attractive?? why is caitlin in there.

she continued to stand there, mouth ajar, trying to find the right words to snap you out of your lull.

' y/n' she spoke up

your phone immediately shut off and you sat straight up, turning to look at kate with a beat red face. your hands start to move around frantically as you try to explain.

' i- im- i was just looking at some beacuse,-- well like i thought it was cool and-' words start flying out of your mouth.

'y/n,' kate spoke again. ' its ok. im just kinda caught off gaurd' rubbing her neck she looks around before making eye contact with you and smirking a little. your face twisted when she smirked. she thought this was funny??!

"what're you smirking at freak??" as you said that your heart dropped. her smirk only widened. "dont you dare kate." a demanding tone, one that you only use before she tickled attacks you or is about to yell something completely out of pocket to the girls.

kate inches towards you, causing you to put your phone behind your back. before you can even process her attack, she snatches your phone and unlocks it, quickly going into tiktok. at this point all you can do is sit and stare as she goes through your folder of wbb edits. occasionally she looks down at you, sometimes with a sweet look and others confused or.. offended? you couldnt tell.

after finishing, she hands your phone back to you and sits next to you on the couch.

"well," she starts. "who knew there was so many edits of me and caitlin!" her tone was light hearted but with a tinge of hurt and sarcasm. she turns to look at you.

"oh wait, you knew!" she yips. kate slaps your knee and laughs, and you couldn't help but join. she cracked jokes for at least another minute.

the vibe in the room after that changed in the slightest bit, the both of you holding your tounges, not wanting to be the first to acutally talk about what had just happened. when the clock hit 11:00pm, you both sauntered to the bedroom to hit the hay. hopping into your respective sides, and making sure you both had everything you needed. instead of a "i love you, goodnight!", kate just rubbed your cheek and smiled, then turned the other way.

before you fell asleep, you saw the light of her phone, and an edit of herself on the screen.

Oh no.

no no no no no. your heart started to race as you thought of everything that could happen. what if she doesnt wanna be my friend anymore? what if she tells the girls and they hate me? does she know i like her?

you curled up and tried to sleep away the thoughts. halfway asleep and arm snaked around you and stroked your arm, prompting you to fall soundly asleep.

"ill figure out what to say to you soon enough, love"

kate spoke under her breath only when she was sure you'd fallen asleep. soon she was out too.

Oh no... what will they do?

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A/N q(❂‿❂)p: i hope this isn't complete trash! i tried my best:))))) i had this little idea i forgot about in my notes lolll. i hope u guys enjoy and lmk if you potentially want another part ?!!?!! anyways toodles😜

[squid-bunny-msi]

1998 OR 1999 JIMMY ASK EXTENDED

When I can't sleep I just be typing anything

SO THAT ONE ANON WHO ASKED which Jimmy do I choose, if 1998 or 1999, I give all the points on why it's hard to choose

1998 Jimmy

1998 Jimmy comes from the beginning of MSI, despite starting in 1997, it's only in 1998 when we can see "decent" footage of the shows. The outfit coming from the veery early years adds an emotional layer to it

The aesthetic of 1998 Jimmy is also kind of my aesthetic too, in fact, his style, I feel like I can't describe it well, but it's like an "alt/darker" style of the 1999 one? (duh, it's black). What I mean is, What core is this? Jesus Christ tie, split dye hair, black suit, watches in his wrist, along with the old recordings that made everything darker and crunchy, nobody knows about them and they're just in a tiny room with punk posters? It's like a memory from long time ago.

Before 1997-8 era, there was 1995, with the self-titled album. 1998 is the first time I see the cross tie being incorporated, which I think it's one of the most iconic parts of Jimmy's outfit, which he kept wearing from then on. I think the cross tie connects MSI's debut work with their then kept secret PINK works and the self-titled album.

When I first knew about MSI, I found 1998 Jimmy particularly handsome, back then I didnt like much the 2008 Jimmy because I found him ugly (lie, i DID like him i was just embarrased to tell people cuz I used to only like anime guy ahh faces and he's more like handsome in an ugly way..heh..), then I found 1998 Jimmy, and then 1999 Jimmy and OUGGGGGG🤤

When I draw Jimmy, this era is the one I draw by default, currently it's a tie between the 1999 one.

He has black in his outfit and I love black.

1999 Jimmy

I think this outfit, along with the 2008 one is the MOST ICONIC outfit of Jimmy. If you draw Jimmy in any of those two, it's instantly recognizable to people in and outside the fandom

His pink outfit gives a statement that goes with the band's intentions: He wanted people to get mad to a guy running around in a pink suit. He told this in an interview

An entirely pink suit along with fairy wings is a very original concept for a punk's look if you ask me. Usually we have the perception of punks as people with mohawks, jackets, black t-shirts and spikes, but instead we got twink man with a pink suit singing crazy with fairy wings 😭😭😭🙏 gives a twist ngl, and I like that A LOT

This might seem crazy but I think all the info you need to know about him is right there if you just look at his 1999 outfit: bright pink suit, skirt, cross tie, dyed funky pink hair, stupid fairy wings and Adidas shoes. If you analyze each one of these elements and make an assumption on who he is or how he acts (without knowing him), you'd probably get it right.

He's very fun to draw! Right now I've simplified his shape and now I draw him faster and easier, he's also fun to paint because he uses bright pink.

This was the outfit he used the most in FGWSSS and Tight era I think (mostly FGWSSS), which are considered the classics of MSI, which makes this outfit more iconic imo.

He's so stupid looking in this one but handsome as well

Here are the main points of why I like both 1998 and 1999 Jimmy and why it's hard to choose between them. Its 3:30am Thank you for coming to my TAlk tuah 😂😂😂

[kings-highway]

Trick or treat!

hello hello hello thank you for arriving at my door! for you, my lovely giant gay robot, i have curated a never-before-seen Ushiten drabble, written while I wait for my landlord to finish repairing the towel rack. Its about birthdays, its about autism, its about friendship, enjoy~

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Ushijima has never really celebrated his birthday anyway. After his father had left, that kind of childish, big celebration had been pushed aside. His mother would give him a gift, something quiet and practical, new shoes, new sweater, books or something he needed for school. She'd make him his favourite meal, and then the day would be over. Ushijima wasn't really even sure if any of the other kids at school had known it was his birthday, but if they did, they didn't mention it. He was used to the affair being quiet and unassuming - unimportant.

So he's not particularly bothered by spending the day on his own. Shiratorizawa was a boarding school, even at the middle school grades, so he'd been celebrating his birthdays like this for some time now. He doesn't even think its worth mentioning to the new team - its his first year at the high school, first year with the team, first year with this roommate, none of it feels... relevant. Why should he make a big deal about something he doesnt care about?

He got a text from his mother that morning - nothing so far has come in from his father, but technically it's still yesterday for him, so he thinks maybe he just didnt consider the time change.

He unlocks the door to his dorm, but gets halfway through the process before finding out the door was already unlocked. With a frown, he pushes open the door, calling out a greeting and inciting the intruder - one fellow first year Tendou Satori - to shriek in surprise, trip himself backwards off the chair he was standing on, and flail all the way to the ground. Ushijima starts moving reflexively to try and catch him, but pretty much everything about this is flawed from the start. Although it's technically successful, it's clumsy and impractical and Tendou's gangly limbs have already started thrashing and twisting around, and apparently likes being held or supported about as much as a feral cat would.

So Ushijima lets him go, looking up at what he's been hanging on the wall and-

"Happy Birthday?" he reads off the banner.

Tendou, trying to catch his breath and recover from his scare, looks up at him with a red face.

"Yeah. It's your B-day, ain't it?"

"Uhh..."

"Sorry it's... a little lackluster. There would have been more, I promise, but I only figured out tmit was today like an hour ago. And I thought you'd be out longer."

Ushijima turns to face him. "What's happening?"

Tendou stares back, before straightening up and saying: "Well I was trying to throw you a surprise birthday party, but clearly there's a solar flare or something interrupting my guesswork because you came back really quick."

"I always go in the morning," Ushijima agrees.

"Its summer vaycay? Why are you at the gym on your birthday?"

"...I like it?"

"Weirdo," Tendou sings, before clearing his voice and opening his arms, as if becoming a different character entirely. "Either way, bienvenue à la birthday, Leon is picking up a cake right about now, and Semi is on his way over from his mum's."

"...Why?"

"Because it's your birthday," Tendou repeats, more firmly. "Are you dense or something? What about this is hard to understand?"

"I didnt ask anyone to come over," Ushijima says, a spark of panic glowing in his chest.

"I know, I know," Tendou says. "But you can't celebrate your birthday alone, that-" he cuts himself off, perhaps finally switching that intuition of his back on as he gets a look at Ushijima again, who has started flexing his hands, turning slowly to look over the room.

"I wasn't planning on celebrating like this," he says.

"Oh," Tendou says. "You really don't like surprises, do you?"

"I didn't ask people to come over," Ushijima replies. "I don't need them to bring me things, it is not that important to me, I don't... want to spend the evening in a group of people."

"Its not... just people, we're you're friends-"

"But you're still people," Ushijima says. "Who in short order will be in my room for an indeterminate amount of time and I will not be able to control when they leave nor will I be able to leave myself because I will already be home and-"

"Okay," Tendou says, putting his hands up and approaching slowly. "No worries at all. I can text the other guys, and they will stay away. We can just call it off."

Ushijima takes a slow breath.

He is beginning to think that maybe his lack of birthday celebrations was not, actually, lack of investment on his mother's part.

"Everyone will be annoyed, or mad, that they put the effort in, we should-"

"Hey, Ushi," Tendou says. "That's not your problem. Let me take care of it. Its your birthday, so you get to celebrate however you want. Thems the rules."

Ushijima nods slightly, looking back at him and trying to take in the sincerity in his expression. He's only known Tendou for a few months, but he's an odd little fellow, all spikey features and curled lips and exaggerated expressions. Ushijims thinks this is a new one, though, this kindness. He'd always just seemed... well, for lack of a kinder term, self-serving.

"You really won't be upset? That I'm refusing your party?"

Tendou smiles, shrugs, and says: "Hey, life's a lot more fun when you indulge everyone's weird little quirks. I'll plan something you like next year."

Ushijima frowns. "That sounded-"

"Like a threat? You betcha."

And this makes Ushijims smile. Almost. He thinks he would smile, but he doesnt feel his face do it. Maybe, he thinks, its because that althought Tendou joked about being a threat, it was more of a promise. And a promise meant that Tendou wanted to stick around at least that long.

"Thank you," Ushijima says, and Tendou gives him a mock salute, then turns and waltzes off to the door.

"Oh!" he says, turning around as he opens the door, pointing at him. "But you will have to put up with the gift. Its there on your desk-" Ushijims glances over to see the neat, cleanly wrapped narrow box. "Spoiler alert, its chocolate, but I... uh... did it wrong, so maybe dont eat it. But it's the thought that counts, right?"

Even from here, Ushijima can see the little gift tag hanging from the bow, and the messy, scratchy writing, where Tendou has tagged the gift not from himself or a group, but under the title of 'your bff.'

It is interesting, Ushijima thinks, that he would not have needed to know who it was from to understand the vague gift tag. He would have known. He's only known him a few months, but he would have known.

"Yes," Ushijima agrees, looking back to where Tendou was. "It is the thought that counts."

[thealmightyemprex]

Fantasy Month :BBC's the Hobbit

So Ive been covering a lot of Middle Earth adaptations this month,and this is another,in this case a radio production of the Hobbit adapted by actor Michael Kilgariff .Ive actually been planning to cover this one for a while but I was a little intimidated to listen to it as some say this is the best adaptation of the Hobbit.Thankfully I enjoyed it so much I breezed through it in a day

I also listened to this on Dragon Appreciation Day,so happy late Dragon Appreciation Day

In this 1968 Radio Play ,a Hobbit named Bilbo Baggins (Paul Daneman ) is selected by the wizard Gandalf (Heron Carvic ) to help a group of Dwarves reclaim their mountain and treasure from the dragon Smaug (Francis de Wolff )

......I was really charmed by this.The big was a favorite of mine when younger and I adore the Rankin/Bass adaptation so this had big shoes to fill,and this is a damn fine adaptation .The Hobbit is a delightfuly charming story and this Radio play captures that ,by the end of this I was smiling ear to ear .I like the kind of Rennisance Fair type music,love the modulated voices on the more otherworldly creatures like Goblins,Elves ,Spiders ,Birds,WArgs ,Trolls and Smaug and the story hits some good emotional beats (I especially like the Elf king showing respect to Bilbo )

I think the cast is mostly good Leonard Fenton is particularly good as the elf king,Peter Pratt(The second Master from Doctor Who) is a very good Balin and Wolfe Morris is VERY creepy as Gollum

The performance I was underwhelmed by is Francis de Wolff as Smaug .Hes not bad by any means,and Ive seen DeWolff in other stuff (Disneys Treasure Island and FRom Russia With Love ) and he isnt bad actor.......But the voice kind of felt like a generic evil guy to me ,I think Smaug needs a bit more to him

Only performance I didnt like was the Lord of the Eagles as I found his voice too grating .....But I cant find who played him

Now let s get to the main 3 performances as I have the most to say about them

Heron Carvic is.....Not what I expected .Carvic's voice is very thin and light ,when I am so used to the grey wizard having a deep yet warm voice,I'll admit I didnt like his performance at first....BUT Carvic nails th mysterious kind of playfulness of Gandalf present in the Hobbit and by the final scene that warmth comes through and he had grown on me

The two best aspects about this production have to be Paul Daneman as Bilbo and John Justin as Thorin .

Daneman is an amazing lead ,he nails the comedy but above all he is very likable,I adore the scene where he gives Bard and the Elf King the Arkenstone and his excitement upon actually slaying a giant spider .I also think it was a brillaint move to have Bilbo interact with the Narrator and I love his relationship with Thorin

The scene stealer however is John Justin who is....The best Thorin .Now Justin is no stranger to fantasy playing the romantic hero King Ahmed in The Thief of Bagdad in 1940,and he REALLLY impresses as Thorin .Now I love Hans Conried portrayal in the Rankin/Bass film ,but John Justin gives layers to Thorin ,and I love how he plays both Thorins tender moments as wellas the greed fueled madness,especially when he attacks Bilbo near the end and yet I still got chocked up at his final scene

I will say some of the prononciations are a little weird but thats a minor gripe

OVeralll I loved this production and reccomend it to folks just getting into Tolkien

@the-blue-fairie @themousefromfantasyland @ariel-seagull-wings

@theancientvaleofsoulmaking @amalthea9 @filmcityworld1

@princesssarisa @barbossas-wench @countesspetofi

[99izms]

an astral kiss

/ digital love (fluff) 1.7kct

lyric synopsis: last night / i had a dream about you

hueningkai couldnt help the massive crush he developed on you recently. everyone knows a lonely subconscious that finds its way to a close friend can be the most lethal thing to ones psyche. some people could even go from hating someone to having a desperate love for them after one inconvenient night. unfortunately for kai, a single cute dream where you two were too close for comfort has triggered the most painstakingly violent love for you, and he has no idea what to do now.

nothing much had really happened in the dream– well, nothing that soobin and taehyun had teamed up to mock him for after an inappropriate assumption. it was far more innocent than that.

he was just with you, dancing to fun, energetic music that he doesnt think he’d usually be interested in on a regular basis, but hes dancing with you in a dream, so its the best music hes ever heard. although he had heard many people say when love hits, everything quiets, kai noticed the music and rhythm became louder. your eyes glimmered and your arms wrapped around his neck. his stomach began to turn, but he still leaned in.

sun beams that shone through a somber bedroom window interrupted you two, much to his dismay. he laid in his bed for a moment before screaming into his pillow, knowing his relationship with you is forever changed after this god forsaken dream. he wishes he got to kiss you, though, since he probably wont have the chance any time soon.

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“hi, hyuka.” your smile would usually make him happy, but only in a platonic way at that time, however, now? oh, now, he felt he could just melt to your feet at how sweet your smile looked suddenly. the word ‘happy’ couldnt possibly contain the vastness of how hopelessly he felt to be next to you. he didnt even need to hold or kiss you, he just wanted to be near you and see how your eyes squint when the corners of your lips curve upwards.

he wanted to always be the reason you smiled, and it made him ecstatic to know you were smiling at him currently. he wanted to be your jester, just so he could see the way you laugh so hard your eyes glimmer due to the moisture forming in them. he knew it would be difficult, though, only because he laughs at his own jokes too. he’ll try not to, for you.

when he hugged you as a greeting, it brought him back to the cruel dream he had, the dream that brought him so close to your lips then pushed him back into reality.

“whats up?” he said in faux calmness. his heart was racing.

you shrugged, taking off your shoes while telling him vaguely about your day. you told him about what you ate, the cute dog you saw on the street, how tired you felt, and anything else you think of. kai found it charming the way you told him nothing important, yet everything at the same time. he never knew the big things about your day, yet he knew the shoe color of a pretty old lady you complimented today. he loved your tangents.

“sounds like you had a long day, y/n,” he smiled, bringing you a glass of water while you flopped down on his couch.

you groaned and kicked your feet, agreeing semi-sarcastically. “you have no idea, babe.”

his heart jumped in his ribcage, wishing it could run to you in this moment and just hug you. maybe it should just be patient, itll have its time.

“i was gonna ask if you wanted to play this new game with me, but you should really take a nap.” kai sat in front of the couch, his head close to your face.

you looked at him with sympathetic eyes. you offered to play with him anyway, but he assured you it was alright to rest instead. he wouldve hated to keep you up for a selfish reason, anyway.

“do you want a change of clothes to sleep in?” kai asked.

he got you one of yeonjuns particularly comfortable hoodies—per your request—that kai stole from him and a pair of sweatpants.

kai didnt want to be creepy, so he didnt watch you sleep, but the urge was undeniably there.

-

there was a group of eight of your friends watching a movie that, honestly, kai couldnt repeat the plot of. he was watching the film through your eyes.

the scenes where the attractive male love interest was front and center made you smile the most, and, though hueningkai assumed he would be more jealous, he couldnt muster any negative emotions when looking at the small details that adorn your face.

he thought your eyebags were stunning, the cutest things hes ever seen. he loves the wrinkles surrounding your lips, because, as hes mentioned a thousand times before, your smile brings him to life. he always noticed how your lips get extremely chapped due to how often you lick them when you get anxious about something. your lips used to bleed a lot, too.

theyre all things youd probably become embarrassed about if he’d told you about this, so he never would, but he’ll always admire you quietly, and from afar.

“hyuka?” you asked.

kai realized you were now directly looking in his eyes, head cocked to one side.

“what? sorry, i didnt hear you,” he apologized before he began fiddling with his fingers.

“do you wanna go make more popcorn?”

you raised the popcorn bucket to show him it was empty. kai nodded and stood up while putting his hand out as leverage to pick you up. his hands perched on your waist while one of yours was on his shoulder. 

“that movies so boring,” you whispered over to hueningkais ear.

he furrowed his eyebrows. “you look so interested though.”

“cause the guy in it is cute.”

only then did kai feel badly, more insecure than anything. he had thoughts that he should work out more, maybe style his hair better, more similarly to the leading love interest in the boring movie. he got lost in his thoughts while preparing the bags of popcorn.

“do you think the girl in the movie is pretty?” you asked while throwing out the popcorn kernels at the bottom of the bucket your friends were sharing. the bucket was so large that some kernels didnt roll properly into the garbage, which gave you more of an excuse to avert your gaze.

kai didnt know how to respond. he hadnt been watching the movie, really, but he didnt have the guts to compliment you instead. hes not good at opening up.

“im not sure,” he mumbled as a cop-out, “i wasnt really paying attention to the movie. its pretty boring.”

you finally looked in his eyes and gave him an upside down smile. you nodded and blinked slowly before continuing to prepare the popcorn by his side.

-

kai didnt know what to do anymore. he didnt know how to be normal around you. he desperately wanted to be as close to you as he possibly could be, but he didnt want to scare you off. he started to bite his cheeks in punishment whenever his fingers tried to crawl closer to yours.

his friends noticed the way he looked to you first whenever he made a joke or asked for the groups opinion on something, and they noticed that he held his cheeks to cool them down when he thought no one was around to see.

“youve been looking so red recently, hyuka, are you feeling alright?” you asked, placing your palm innocently on his cheek and forehead, checking his temperature before realizing he was warm, but not feverish. “are you developing rosacea or something? have you been in the sun too long?”

the genuine concern on your face made all of your friends roll their eyes; theres no way youre that naïve. still, you caressed his cheeks gently, trying to check for any dangerous marks or bumps forming.

“hes fine,” soobin called out with a small smile, “he just feels embarrassed whenever hes around you.”

your eyebrows furrowed and you pouted, asking kai what you did wrong to have him suddenly become embarrassed around you. his body temperature raised to the point he felt he would pass out.

“fuck you,” kai muttered to soobin with a smirk, covering his face in shame before trying to find the courage to finally admit to you what had been going on for the past couple months.

your other friends laughed off kais curses and continued their walk down the street, leaving you and your boy to talk.

“whats been going on? youve been acting weird, and i thought i was reading too much into it, but clearly its you.” you crossed your arms, trying to read his expression for any sign of his feelings. as always, hes unreadable.

the butterflies in kais stomach were tantamount to the questions in your head, and, even if he could verbalize the love and admiration he had for you, there was no way youd understand it.

theres a point where the night meets day, where theres a sliver of time, a small moment where the essence of life exist, and yet, if forced to choose between holding life and you, he’d hold you tighter than he’d know how to. who knew that a dream where he didnt even get to kiss you would lead to love as deep as cleopatra and mark antony?

“i had a dream where we danced together at a party, kinda, and at the end we kissed, but i woke up before we actually kissed. ive been crushing on you super hard since then, and im sorry if this ruins the friendship, because i really appreciate your companionship and its okay if-“

you hushed him softly. a hand was lovingly placed on his cheek and you chuckled at how nervous he looked. “its alright, hyuka.”

he felt his eyes water. “is it?”

you nodded and ghosted the features around his face. he doesnt cry, and you didnt want to be the reason he does in this moment.

“it is,” you reassured, “and id love to go dancing with you. i think your dream was just a premonition.”

-

a/n: for some reason certain apostrophes were really bothering me while i was writing, so im sorry for the lack of cohesion on the grammar lol i know its annoying my bad

[fipindustries]

my personal version of the trinity

im talking about the dc super heroes, batman superman and wonder woman, not the son the father and the holy spirit.

i've always had my own version of these characters is my head and i would like to put it here for you guys to see. im sure a lot of this is going to overlap what a lot of what's already been done, that is inevitable give these characters longevity.

in a general sense, before we get into specifics, the way i think of these three, and of dc heroes in general, is that wherever they are they are the adults in the room. they are the conception that a kid has of an adult. professional, mature, always in control, always knows what to do in any situation, nearly omnipotent capacity to make all problems go away.

for these three i think of them as first responders, as firemen or paramedics. they are the people who come into a diaster, assess the situation and have a plan and a script to tackle it in the appropiate manner.

they know how to evacuate civilians, how to administer first aid, what is the order of priorities, etc. when they come in to save the day they are doing a job and they are good at it, they are the best at it, they are the people you want handling whatever it is that is happening.

all of this implies a certain level of maturity and professionalism that i expect from them. im not a fan of whenever these heroes are shown as super emotional, wether it be driven by rage or brooding, we have marvel for that. like yes, things can obviously get to them and enemies can deploy psychological attacks but generally they are emotionally mature enough to handle most things thrown their way.

i also like to think of them as mainly problem solvers rather than fighters or combatants (with the exception perhaps of wonder woman, more on that later). them simply going with raw fists to punch problems away is an absolute last resort if there is no other way to solve the problem. otherwise they toolset is wide enough that they can find clever, efficient, practical ways to deal with threats. im sure there are few threats superman cant solve without making judicious and calculated use of his super speed and his laser. double and triple goes for batman.

also, if i were to have absolute dictatorial control over DC i would make it so that they are not necessarily fighting a monster of the week style threat but rather that they have overarching goals and every mission is a step closer to that goal. and once their respective cities are stable enough they are free to establish the justice league to protect the world of overzised threats like alien invasions or pandimentional attacks.

without further ado here we go

superman.

honestly not much new, the guy has been done flawlessly plenty of times. i am particularly fond of the superman from My adventures with superman. perhaps i would write him a lot less childish but otherwise it seems there are plenty of writers that get the guy. he is a decent, truly kind man from kansas, who was well raised by a loving family and who grew up in a stable enviroment surrounded by friends. probably one of the healthiest persons out there, also one of the most resilient, in more ways than one. a guy who is willing to lend his surplus of strength, both physical and personal for the sake of others since he understands not everyone can handle things all on their own and so he is happy to help wherever he can.

he is perhaps a little corny, a little too straight laced, almost to the point of coming off as naive. if you didnt know him well you'd think he is just a boring goodie two shoes boy scout, but once you get to know him you realize he is just disarmingly earnest and sincere in all he does. he is such a dad, too. he makes bad jokes and gets overly excited for big sales and wears shorts with socks and sandals and he insist that you get horrible matching sweaters on christmas. his clak kent persona is not a mask, he is genuenly a dork. also he is a true journalist, he actually cares a lot about his job at the daily planet and takes super seriously whenever he has to do investigative journalism or an interview of a high profile figure.

i dont think he hates lex luthor, he is just really frustrated that a man that brilliant would waste his gift in such petty sillyness. his biggest flaw is that he can be overcome by self doubts, maybe its is wrong that he shoud be having all this power, maybe he is becoming too authoritarian by trying to fix all the worlds problems, how does he know what the most responsible way to use his powers is? is it his right to interfere in affairs of humanity when he is technically an alien? oh god maybe luthor has a point, maybe he shouldnt be here, he doesnt know what he is doing! he is just a farmer from kansas!

his ultimate mission, his overall, overarching goal, would be to take lex luthor down, the main source of most villainy and evil happening in metropolis. but he insists on doing it the right way, getting proper evidence, writing actual news articles, showing through all legitimate channels that lex is a crook and a criminal, which is the reason it takes so long. of course he could capture luthor in ten seconds flat but then he would have to deal with attacking a private citizen, with the criminal system, with the trials and with the terrible hit that it would signify for superman's reputation.

he thinks bruce needs to relax a little, and honestly the whole bat thing is a little silly. but also he deeply profoundly respects the fact that bruce is doing all of it on his own, no kriptonian powers gifted from on high, and he genuenly thinks of him as a true friend. he sometimes even feels a little inadecuate next to bruce because bruce is obviously the smarter of the two and the guy who always seems to be most in control of the situation and who always has a plan, making clark feel like he is just making it up as he goes along and he is just wasting his time picking cats from trees and stopping petty theft.

as for diana he is downright intimidated by her and he is a bit put off by the fact that she is clearly way more comfortable with violence than the other two guys. but again, he can sense she has a kind heart and is also a true hero.

clark secretly feels like the lamest of the three because he is just a guy trying to help around and the other two are like parangons of righteousness and borderline demigods, he doesnt realize the other two basically idolize him.

batman.

he is a really intense dude.

again, im not interested in a batman that is too tortured. the batman from the 70's-80's hit a pretty good balance in my mind. he is still a person. a very obsessive, intense, dedicated and disciplined person but a person at the end of the day, none of that "there is only batman" nonesense here, at least not early on. yes he is a guy haunted by his demons and carrying a terrible turmoil on the inside, but he is generally good at keeping in check. this does manifest in issues on the long term though, on a macro level. on the way he keeps cycling robins, the way that as the years go by he never seems to be able to move on to something better and specially in the way that he ends up by the end of it all. batman of the future did this perfectly, a bitter lonely old man who pushed most people away.

but on a day to day basis, on a mission to mission rythm, he is well adjusted. he is a team player, he doesnt push his sidekicks or collaborators too far (but he does go out of his way to carry most of the weight of the mission, which makes many of his robins think he underestimates them or doesnt take them seriously, when in reality he is just trying to protect them) he knows how to dial down the whole dark knight persona when dealing with civilians, he keeps his strength firmly in check so as to never unnecesarily brutalize the criminals he fights against. he puts way more priority in stealth and trickery than face to face confrontations.

he is stoic and he is overtly serious and formal, but when its just him and clark and diana he does allow himself to make more casual commentary or maybe ever crack and incredibly wry, dry as pavement joke. whilst around most civilians he comes off as intense and brooding clark and diana can tell he is just a little awkward (and possibly autistic?) and his rigid behavior is just a shield he uses.

bruce wayne is just him masking, we all know his playboy millionaire persona and im not going to go too deep into that. he can be "normal", he can relax when he is at the manor with alphred and dick or todd or tim or damian. he is generally a quiet guy, very introspective. very ocassionally he will let out his more impish side (there is still inside of him a child who never got a chance to be a child) he is an adult who chose to dress up as a bat and build himself a bat cave and a batmobil. he is a little whimsical, and he will pull little pranks on robin or alphred or whatever. but when the cowl is on he is back to strictly bussiness

he doesnt hate the joker, honestly he has bigger problems in his plate, but he does find him incredibly annoying and aggravating, that someone would cause so much evil for basically no reason. his biggest flaw is that he can be a bit too cold and calculating and he has a tendency to be self destructive in how he insists carrying all the problems of the world and push himself too far

his overall cause would be to try and fix the fundamental rot in gotham that is making it so that it keeps producing nothing but corrupt politicians, brutal cops and deranged lunatics, where any attempt at reform or to inject money into the system to fix things keeps getting absorbed and redirected into the city's criminal underbelly. batman is there as a shock to the system, trying to surgically unclog and fix a broken machine so that the actual proper channels and institutions start doing their goddamn job and set the city on a better path. honestly the colorful supervillains are almost a distraction of his day to day work, they are just the symptoms of a deeper problem and not the disease he is desperatly trying to cure.

he doesnt for even a second think that clark is lame or naive or silly. bruce almost idolizes clark because he sees in him a shining resplandescent example of a healthy, kind, pure good man, something bruce is convinced he could never be due to his "inner darkness" (this is just bruce being silly). to bruce superman is what a hero should be and batman is what he has no option but to become since he is only a man. in time he will come to see clark as a person rather than an idol in a pedestal and finally as the one friend he can truly trust on and even be vulnerable around.

diana he also deeply respects because he sees in her a disciplined warrior ready to do whatever needs to be done in the name of justice. and again, his more whimsical side cant help but find it a bit cool that she is a true mythological figure who came from a mystical lost island. whever he is on a mission he feels she is the only person who speaks his language, except when they butt heads over her wanting to confront a problem head on and him trying to do more sneaky meanuvers.

wonder woman.

she is a woman of the world.

in my head she would be the most cosmopolitan of the trio, also she can be a bit of and outsider given that bruce and clark are ultimatly americans and she is a foreigner from a wildly different culture. but she finds enough things in common with the other two that she can make it work out.

in my head she is primarily a warrior from a warrior culture. she is a paladin, righteous, devoted, and perhaps a little single minded. but she is not just a fighter, she comes from themyschira as a diplomat, she is after all a princess, she is adroit at politics, at diplomacy, at negotiation, although she does tend to prefer to negotiate mainly by projecting strength. she is above all things honorable. she makes oaths and she will give her life for those oaths.

she is also incredibly kind and warm. of the three she is the one that loves humanity and all of its children with the most warmth. whereas superman can come off as too nice and batman too correct she is the one that can be genuenly comforting when she needs to. she loves to learn and interact with new cultures, after all there is a whole world out there to explore. she speaks like 30 languages, is very well verse in world history and she is familiar with world politics. she has shaken the hand of multiple kings, queens and presidents. of the three she is the easiest to talk to, even if she does come off as a bit old fashioned at times.

but once again, she is a warrior. of the three she is the fastest to go to the sword and the one who has the least issues with killing if necessary. superman absolutely never does it unless its like a kaiju or an eldritch abomination or an army of robots. batman doesnt do it *directly* but he is not going to go too out of his way to stop a villain from getting hoisted by his own petard. diana will just do it, with her own hands if she has to. she doesnt take glee on it and she doesnt rush to do it but she wont hesitate either.

she can be a little brusque and a little strongheaded. once she makes a desition is incredibly hard to make her change her mind or slow down. batman has learn to work with it and try his best to make plans that accomodate that. clark will protest a little and then throw his arm in the air and follow her in whatever she decided has to be done.

her overall mission is of a larger scope than the other two. again, she is a woman of themischyra but more than that she is a woman of the world. the threats she faces, gods, demigods and other mythological beings, tend to operate on a world stage and so she is flying to multiple countries trying to contain the capricious whims of the gods and protect mortals from their dangerous games.

she barely sees her enemies as people. to be fair most of her enemies are manticores, minotaurs, plagues, or gods. but also when she comes across people like max lord she just sees evil that has to be vanquished and that is the end of it. her biggest flaw is that she has a tendency towards black and white thinking.

she is the tallest of the three, by like a full head. also the bulkiest. batman is musuclar but lean, fibrous, he puts emphasis on stealth and cleverness than raw strength. superman is muscular but in a very sculptural way. his big muscles are more a battery of the power he absorbs from our sun. his strength doesnt come from how big his muscles actually are. diana is a tank, she has a big frame and is built like a lumberjack. she is not perfectly cut and shredded, she has body fat, she is beefy.

she sees clack as basically a god since is the primary frame of reference that she has for someone whit the kinds of powers he has. she doesnt have the highest opinion of gods given her greek upbringing, so she sees clark a bit as "one of the good ones". she finds his boy scout routine adorable and his refusal to kill a little childish, and sometimes she is a little patronizing with him, but ultimatly she loves him like a brother. she's so proud of him.

she sort of doesnt know what to make of bruce. he is obviously a formidable warrior, and for a mortal man, the things he can do are truly impressive, also he lives by a code of honor and has a higher calling, and she respects that a lot, but sometimes she doesnt get why he wastes so much time sneaking around and playing with his little toys. that is not the way a warrior is supposed to fight. but, well, he does get results, so ultimatly she trusts him

***

at the end of the day, they are friends. maybe coworkers at first but after a few years of putting their lives on the line for each other they have true loyalty. driven closer for their work but also for the fact that they are truly at the top of the hero game and it can be pretty lonely at the top and sometimes all they have is each other.

[midnigtartist]

hide, hunt, or skin for dotty? no pressure to answer all three, pick whichever you like, i just like hearing 'bout your girl /chinhands

Tyty!

skin: How comfortable is your OC in their skin? Do they grapple with anything that lives inside them—a beast, a curse, a failure, a monster? How do they face the smallest, weakest, most horrible version of themself? Are they able to acknowledge it at all?

Dotty feels like shes an ineffectual person, she doesnt see herself as particularly strong willed or having much agency in her life. Things just happen to her and shes not strong enough to stop them. Any success she has is luck and any failures are inevitable. Shes a sweet nihilist waiting for the other shoe to drop

That doesnt mean she doesnt fight like hell for the things she cares about though, recklessly and stupidly. And where ever she feels like she not enough on her own she happy to turn herself over to a higher power

Hag wants her eye to get rid of the tadpole? Easy. Mystra wants the Crown? Of course. Anything you ask. Its no longer Gales choice, shes doing it

The only reason she didnt make the deal with Raphael is bc Mystra wants it.

[jupitercl0uds]

sudden wave of misery ruins everything take a vent about ballet lessons

lately ive been missing taking ballet lessons and wish i kept doing it. i dunno why, i just do. back when i was 3-6, i did jazz, then tap, then ballet every wednesday. i kinda hated it, but i didn't really have a choice, and i enjoyed it enough to not want to quit.

in february, we'd do a show and that was always fun. i then would hate march, when we'd do rewards night. i only ever went to 2 rewards nights and i hated both and almost cried at both. the first year, i got 1 reward: participation. the second, i got 'most improved'. i was miserable when my friend amber was sat there with 3 different trophies and going up for more, meanwhile i was still yet to get mine. she even complained about it to me.

i could never dance like everyone else. i could never smile like everyone else. i could never do good like everyone else, but god i wanted to. i tried and tried and tried and nothing worked.

when i was 7, we moved house and i didnt like any of the local dance groups. i wanted to go to my old one, and that was a 4 hour drive away, if you're really lucky with traffic. so, i quit.

as i said, i've been missing ballet since, but particularly now. now, when my motor skills are at an all time low besides fine motor skills. now, when i pass by the local dance shop and look at the pointe shoes and this 1 fabulous tutu. and i want to go back. i want to do tap again. i want to do jazz. i even want to do ballet, which was my least favourite of the three. and i can't

one of my plans is to join a rowing club in sixth form. one of the things my town is known for is having a fairly important river running right through it, surrounding the town centre. i really enjoyed rowing the last time i did it, and i certainly enjoy rowing machines, so yeah, that makes sense

but rowing isnt dance and that's what i want to do.

[c-vomitoria]

tribute to the pigeon squad

gonna start using this blog to post various (mis)adventures i go on and what better way to start than with my best friends in all the world

besties <333

ive been around this flock for about 1 and a half years and ive gotten to know a few stand-out individuals so heres the ones ive named over that time !!! most of them are gone, either migrated away or dead i'm not sure, if they're still around i'll mention it specifically

this little guy's the first pigeon i ever thought to ascribe a name to after i saw them a few separate times at the subway station before work, their name is big boss

they were missing an eye and always hung around the back of the group not really stepping in with the others, i always tossed them some extra scraps of my breakfast away from the main group bc otherwise they'd never get their share. kept seeing them around for about 2 weeks or so at the station before they stopped showing up, i didn't name any others until i started going to the "main" feeding spot for the local flock a few months later.

this right here is acci! short for accipiter bc theyre a vicious beast, very much unlike big boss they never hesitated to jump into the crowd and slap other pigeons around with their wings for the best feeding spots or just for the hell of it. shown here consuming the flesh of a distant cousin (they *really* liked chicken whenever i brought any)

as much of a menace as acci was to the rest of the flock they were also the first one to get all attached to me and always sat on my arm whenever i came over with snacks, it was like their special perch and they always wanted to be hand fed

laelaps here didnt come around very often but always had a commanding presence, they usually hung back and just watched but never got bullied by anyone and would throw their weight around without much opposition if they did decide to step in. never got close to me but never gave the impression of being scared either, very respectable birb.

cheetodust (on the right) or just cheeto for short! every bit as scrunkly and scraggly in behaviour as they look. i'm not sure what was up with their cere for it to get all orange and crusty but the last couple times i saw them it seemed to be shedding with a more normal whitish cere underneath. this guy shat on my hands more than anyone else. no fear, no fucks given. not particularly aggressive or respected but very good at opportunistically darting around.

prima, queen of vermin. one my absolute favourites and one of the prettiest birds to ever live i will die on this hill no purebred show pigeon could EVER compete with this most regal of street urchins. i saw them around for a good while and they've always been pretty aloof, eventually they saw fit to sit on my shoes but for the most part they hung around in the back of the flock watching everything play out.

i was heartbroken when i'd counted a full month without seeing them but the other day i saw a pigeon with almost the same exact feather patterns on the head & upper torso mixed in with a standard wild morph on the rest of the body and i like to believe it's one of prima's offspring after they flew off somewhere else to find a mate. this bird is divinely protected and no harm can be allowed to reach them

if anyone can genuinely be called the big boss of the flock it's probably stalin here. theyve been around longer than almost anyone else, theyre still here, always patrolling up and down the street looking for the best bits of scraps and more pigeons to push around. if they want something they fight for it *hard*, and while other pigeons usually stop at hisses or wing slaps i've seen this particular old theropod bite their flock-mates on the neck over some grain. it never takes long for other pigeons to back down but they keep pressing afterwards just to drive it in.

just like with acci they also like to hang around me a lot, i guess it makes sense the tough brawler types aren't so scared of humans. they never really did it to get special food access though, they'd just sit there and preen or look around.

haku mainly stands out for being a real looker, with those big flashes of iridescence bordering their white chest. they're fairly run-of-the-mill socially, maybe even unusually so somehow. never causing any trouble or running into anyone, never getting into fights, never being pushed around either. just foraging where there's plenty of grain on the ground, staying out of people's way, resting in between snacks. a decent life all in all, and they seem happy about it.

i gave kohaku their name around the same time as haku bc there's some similarities in their appearance, the smaller white patches under the throat + some iridescent bits that don't really show up in this picture. turns out they'd been around for a hell of a lot longer than i thought - this particular picture was taken even before the big boss one, and there'd been several months between my last sighting of big boss and my first sighting of haku. that would make kohaku one of the very first of my named pigeons that i'd ever encountered, and i just didn't realise this picture *was* kohaku until very recently. and they're still around! i love them so much.

kohaku's always been one to approach me head-on and want to be hand-fed, and they do have a bit of the attitude that tends to go with that but not as much as the others. a little bit pushy maybe, but not as dirty and scrappy as cheeto or just plain brutish as acci or stalin. they don't fight very much they just take up space and don't budge. but they're almost always the first to get there.

next we have the uruk-hai trio:

ugluk,

mauhur,

and lugdush. the latter's the only one of these i still see nowadays, and theyre living a pretty comfortable existence with the present cast at the flocking spots. getting well-fed, staying healthy, not really stepping on any toes - which is more or less how i remember ugluk and mauhur too. bit of a far cry from their namesakes, but it is what it is

and here's kuru (in the foreground)! they're a bit of a feisty one, in the first few weeks i'd known them they kinda blended in with haku & the uruks as just a mellow, well-behaved little pigeon but when i see them now they'll sometimes just stand up, puff out their chest, and chase some poor other pigeon around while hissing loudly for no apparent reason. they'll drag it out pretty long too. it's funny bc i don't actually see them fighting over food much, they usually do this well after the food's run out and everyone's just kinda strutting about in the open. i guess that pecking order isn't going to establish itself.

and now we have the newest set - these are all ones i first met after a fairly long hiatus from pigeon-watching. i haven't known them very long yet, but theyre starting to warm up to me and im hoping i can get to know them better soon :}

they are:

halszka,

shri (centred, brown plumage)

oksoko,

shuvuuia (foreground), & barsbold (middle)

something i find really special about these ones is how their feather patterns & colours have this sort of "wild" naturalistic look to them, like what you'd expect to see living in the forests or on the plains. not quite as striking as prima, ugluk, or haku but very nice to look at nonetheless.

anyway! i may post more about these pigeons in the future and maybe more if i decided i can recognise any others! this can be just a neat introduction to all the lil dinosaur friends ive known in the time ive been around here i like them all very much and i hope anyone reading this will like them too

[fxirybun]

too damn true!!! i also feel like with ur last point that ppl dont seem to remember as easily compared to previous times? for instance whenever theres a "new" tiktok trend i look at it and realise its not actually "new" just something that the newer generations seem to think they created or made it new again.

its like kids or teens nowadays are so focused on their online life that they forget things have been done before in a less than new way so to see aesthetics that have been around long before thenselves come back as an aesthetic more than a lifestyle baffles me. particularly with y2k, not only do the 00s feel too long ago ngl we had so much good stuff but its like if you search it on youtube all ppl say is how trashy it was just because they didnt live in the era of it or they put an importance of aesthetics without realising they really wouldnt cope without the internet but its more so they prefer how something looks from that era, than anything else, i dont think anyones whos chronically online (myself included) would realistically want to have zero internet in current times it really gives fomo honestly its so bad.

if u arent doing what everyone else is doing its so bad making us feel further behind bc time aint slowing down for nobody. we 30 somethings had a lot too but i feel that gen z just dont realise the difference in society between then and now and it seems vastly different i cant explain it? thats why i feel like we were in some sort of time alteration device in or around 2019 cause nothings felt normal since then and even ppls behaviours and just the way they "think" has been altered so much and it always has to accomodate to whatever is going on both online and irl, the fact we have to try to mentally separate the online version from our physical selves is bonkers. thats whag i mean its totally different and idk if its a good kind of different or bad. im even seeing this crop up with new generation kpop groups and my faves ultimately they still are very much chronically online even if they are on a break. its actually hard to keep up with this stuff going on all the time hbu?

that reminded me of the whole baggy jeans & flared jeans trend and how my mom told me that these jeans used to put a chokehold on them back in the 90s lol. we be following the 3 Rs rules 😆 : reduce , reuse , recycle.

well.. if the shoes fit , fits them 🤷‍♀️ and the majority of teens are usually in their experimenting phase wherein they get to try new things that they're curious about. been there , done that ◔_◔ an example would be my little brother who's in his mid-teen years. he's experimenting with some clothes and would mix n match them cuz it's "trendy". i find his fashion questionable because of the layered tops and pants he's wearing 😭 like bro it's freakin hot outside and you're going to wear that ?? tho i'm not gonna stop him , letting him explore and find his niche (˘̩̩̩ε˘̩ƪ)

you know the whole "emo phase" back in the early 2000s and how people would throw shade on it ? well surprise surprise cuz tara yummy , johnnie guilbert , and jake webster are trending , and how their goth / emo fashion is making its way on trends.

gen z's are individuals who aren't afraid to express their opinions and are pretty much self-aware as to what's going on in this world. i find it admirable because their voices are being used to change the current societal expectations of what the govt or any politician had established.

i do feel that the whole pandemic was a major catalyst for all of us and how everything seems to be happening too fast. but i kid you not with this one cuz some of the millennials and gen x peeps i know irl has been noticing how we gen z's have no presence in mind and that we have short attention spans 😭

well , they're right with that one cuz i noticed it from my blockmates , the younger students , and my skibidi toilet siblings. and you shouldn't feel bad about not being able to catch up cuz i'm on the same page as you lmao ( T_T)＼(^-^ ) i had no idea what a "fanum tax" meant not until my little brother who's a gen alpha told me its meaning 💀 there's a new wave of slangs too and how i was left in confucius at first but i got a hold on it over time.

[marlair]

Hi, there! :D

First time making a request here (I hope I do it right) so since I saw that requests are open I would like to make my own, here I go:

Type: Fic (Romantic)

Reader Female but Neutral it's okay 👍

Scenary: Silver has a stressful and bad week: (he falls asleep more often in class, fails in his training, etc.) So he grabs his partner (on a day off) to de-stress, he starts kissing his partner with very long, needy kisses. .💕💐

Maybe it ends up being a slightly suggestive coff coff (I'll leave it to your preference)👍

i have the headcanon that Silver is addicted to kisses so if he needs to de-stress. Needs A LOT of kisses.💋 If my request does not convince you you, you can discard it without problem, but if not, take your time and without pressurem bye

Silver Vanrouge x G/N!Reader

synopsis: a sour Silver, having went through a bad week, decidedly de-stresses— by kissing his partner.

an: omg hiii- hahAHA. this took.. a while to start writing lol xd ik you said it could be suggestive cough cough but it felt so fluffy HEHE also i took a look at his PE uniform card and he actually has muscles?? expected but dam

the reader is the prefect nd their gender isnt really mentioned anywhere here,, i didnt proofread this so if there are any problems thats why🥹

Silver was tired.

Actually, maybe that was weird to say when he was always tired.

Correction, Silver was stressed.

The week had gone badly: falling asleep more than usual in his classes, training was taking up much more time than usual considering the much more constant failures, Vorpal— Riddle’s preferred horse— had even kicked him! 

Needless to say, all that put him in an.. irrevocably sour mood.

He had gone through the week in a state of already perpetual tiredness- this time alongside a bitterness at his luck for the last few days.

By Saturday, he’s drained of most of his energy at this point, flopping on his bed at the Diasomnia dorm with an unnatural groan.

Suddenly, he received a revelation that could only be from the Great Seven theirselves.

Putting his jacket and shoes on at an average of .2 seconds, he took out his phone and texted the prefect of Ramshackle— his partner (what an exciting thought).

Meet me at the bench under apple tree #4?

Before even waiting for a response, he left for the aforementioned tree.

As expected, the prefect was there.

You honestly didn’t know what to think when your boyfriend suddenly texted you, but you decided to just shrug off any confusion and go to the meet up spot.

What you expected was him waving to you, maybe even with a basket of snacks.

What you didn’t expect was all 176 centimeters of Silver lunging at you, immediately trapping you within muscled arms.

Mwah!

Smooch one, you’re thinking, ‘awh, he’s too sweet!’.

Smooch two, you’re thinking, ‘heh, is he feeling particularly affectionate today?’.

Maybe a minute give or take into smooch five, you’re feeling like ‘uhm??’. But, he was your boyfriend, so you just kissed him back.

In the middle of smooch something— you’ve stopped counting at this point, all of Silver’s weight has fallen on you.

You quickly realize he’s fallen asleep. Ah. You thought maaaybe he was going to take you back to his dorm.

[ghostlypawn]

@auctumnitas (rbing so i dont run out of space)

to my recollection no actors played any instruments! (half exception goes to the guitarist who presented natasha to the bolkonskys). this was the visible orchestra and the rest was backstage.

the oboe solo in dust and ashes got a spotlight and he stood up. and there was a bit of interaction with the string section from the characters; i remember natasha singing to them near the end of no one else and dolokhov mockingly imitating them in either the opera(?) after his entrance(?).

honestly i still didnt LOVE the costumes. my friend who knows nothing about gc asked me at interval ‘so uh whats up with the costumes is it the 1800s and theyre just… wearing whatever they want?’ 😭😭 i think i liked marys costume but then again it is more traditional, i thought it interesting that she and natasha had the same shoes and she also had bright blue socks on?? i thought natasha/andrei was gonna be blue coded and anatole etc being more red coded but as the show went on they didnt rly lean into that all that much. ‘marys’ duel costume was also sooo cute as well she had a jacket with a glittery celestial design on it which i loved. i think generally my intuition was right where the anatole side benefits from this aesthetic MUCH more than natashas side. anatole was flowy shirts barely buttoned up 10/10. balaga leather daddy 10/10. helenes ‘sluttiness’ showed more in her clothes when its modern bc its easier to recognise to a modern audience (short skirts tight dresses…. leopard print?). there were moments where i actually did like the modern costumes; the highlight for me was in charming where instead of a dress helene brings her red lingerie (which you can see her wear under her dress in the ball!). i thought she was gonna gift her a ‘helene’ dress that was shorter and tighter since natasha wore typically cuter frillier clothes.

it was also cute seeing her wear a dressing gown and slippers at the end <3 i thought it was interesting that at the end they all changed into the first costumes they wore like i kinda suggested theyre back where they started?? which isnt true bc theyve all changed forever?? idk its whatever tho i dont think anyone rly questioned it but me 😭

the modern set was enjoyable! i do agree that the first chunk of the show was weakest bc of this but my biggest gripe with the set wasnt even the set itself but the use of it? the staging idk? like its an empty set theres a few boxes they wheel on and use and they best utilised the O light in the centre that rises and falls but it felt like the director didnt know what to do with the actors when there wasnt anything special going on. and this is usually pierres numbers. saw a youtube comment say this:

and i totally agree to be honest 😭. listening to parts of my audio evoked the same feeling as watching it. nothing interesting happened in pierre or dust and ashes or pierre and andrei etc. i think the production forgot that this is a melodrama at points and pierre was just played too normally/straight for me. same with marya.

also felt like they took the narrative nature of the lyrics too obvious for me like they would always say them to the audience when i personally think it wouldve been more effective to still be looking at the characters around them. first noticed it in private and intimate life when bolkonsky freaks out and falls to the floor and mary sings the rest of the song to the audience except for the last i disgust myself when she kneels down to him. i guess it couldve been a ‘i cant even bring myself to look at him’ but that did not show on her face </3 and then the other noticable time was pierre and natasha where hes talking about looking at natasha and is analysing her but he has his back to her and is talking to the audience ? 😭 like okay pls connect with her 🙏 everyone felt disjointed from each other lowkey? and i think that didnt help?

there was some lighting that i really enjoyed. particularly the candles in the ball (as it was such a difference to all the other lighting in the show) and the opera glasses !!! never saw this photo before going 👇

i even enjoyed the simple comet at the end where the O changes from blue-white to orange as it descends on pierre and the bulbs in the audience lit up and dimmed before pierre pulls out a single bulb.

tldr: the set and lighting wasnt offensive but i dont think the staging was utilised well/to its fullest. when it worked it worked and when it didnt it really didnt. lowkey pierre was the weakest link in the show to me which sucks bc hes the key to the show :/

pls ask gc london questions if you have them 🙏