#i saw a guard too

[thetangibleghost]

night mare: hundreds of bodies in large clear plastic bags. two or more to a bag. it didn't start out like this, there's something happening. an old man is helping me get home from the mall. I was trying to buy flip flops and a nice shirt.

my job is to preform on stage, I get booed off because the time before I told a story.

earlier in the dream a woman is helping me get to work, I see bodies on the side of the road, construction workers. there's a young boy buried in road rubble. my co worker asks me if I'm okay, but Im not able to talk to respond. I try to mime that I'm "so-so" she thinks I'm saying something else. but I'm able to show her eventually.

I'm at a school, in a dorm hall way. one of the teachers sends out this mas email to her students. I'm a little annoyed cause I'm on this email and I'm not a student so it was just a mass email. she also is acting in the email liked nothing at all is happening, expecting her students to travel and meet her. I pass her dorm while I'm leaving for work and she's laying in bed, she thinks I'm a student and tells me open office with start soon she just needs to get out of bed. I'm a bit discusted but unsurprised by her general vibe. Im going into detail now but I was less judgy in the dream lol.

I'm both at that mall trying to get some sandals and a nice dress, as well as proforming. I get booed off and the crowd begs for my co-worker while I'm walking off I wonder if this is because the light up outfit I'm wearing makes my skin look darker. I complain out loud that nobody told me this was going to happen. some one in the crowd says something to me as I'm leaving and I mime shooting them. many people pretend to fall backwards at once.

the old man sees this and I think it's why he decided to help me. there's body bags hanging everywhere, but it's been about three days of this so I'm more used to them. but at that moment I'm trapped in a small court yard with four exits. the area I just came from. one that's blocked mb bodybags and crowd, the escalator down into the mall and a clear exit.

the old man brings me to the escalator after trying to push through the crowd. but we both wordlessly agree that it is way too dark and looming. I wonder if he thinks I'm soft for still eye-ing the bodybags. I head towards the clear exit but he's following close behind me.

I take one step out side of the arch and a gun goes off. the old man holds me from behind and we float into the air. he says 'did you get injured in Afghanistan?' and I said 'i just did' not really understanding what I was saying. still floating, feeling him holding me in bright white. then the dream ended.

[uncharted-constellations]

The entire ALBW team

Links about to become Lorules #1 hytopian fabric exporter

[24601orwhatever]

KYLE ADAMS as GRANTAIRE

mastered by @bikinibottomdayz

[3liza]

i have another pet tip, for all pets not just dogs: take them to the vet young and/or soon after you adopt them, BEFORE something is wrong with them. either book a basic wellness appt for checks (no shots or procedures) or just ask the vet if it's ok if you drop by with the pet either on leash or in a carrier and just get as far as the waiting room or outside the clinic if they're still doing COVID airlock protocols or busy. plan for this to take several hours. let the pet approach the vet office entrance and hear/see/smell the waiting room, windows into the room, the door, all the spots around the door, etc. engage positively with them if they're feeling interested, soothe them if they're nervous, and give high value treats if possible. maybe assign a super S tier treat JUST for the vet (bacon, shrimp, stinkiest cheese, whatever). feeding them can short circuit their anxiety loops (not all the time for every animal, but as a general guideline). even a single positive exposure to the vet office environment will help next time you bring them in. a treat jackpot for every time they act brave and explore further is a great technique

vet visits aren't just more pleasant when the pet is not freaking out, they're safer for the vet and safer for the pet, not just because animals injure themselves and humans when scared, but also because it's a lot harder to examine a panicky cat or aggressive dog. if your pet is sick and you bring it to the vet and the vet needs four techs just to restrain it to take a temperature, that vet is not going to be able to get a good observation of the symptoms. they won't be able to get a baseline blood pressure or heart rate. panic alone can kill small animals like rabbits and birds.

when you meet the nurse or tech or vet at an appointment, pass them some of the special treats and ask them to feed some to the animal if the animal is willing to take them and it doesn't interfere with the appointment. vets are usually able to spare a couple seconds to do this to make the visit easier and the next visit even easier. i did this for my dog and he thinks the vets are his best friends even though he's had multiple surgeries, vaccinations, exams where he was nervous or uncomfortable, etc.

not all animals can be acclimated to the vet but most can. in an emergency it can make a huge difference whether your pet is a behavior case when you bring them in to the office or not, which is not the vet's fault but a factor of animal behavior. you can plan for it and make it easier on yourself!

edit: buying a muzzle in your dog's size and getting him used to it is an even bigger bonus tip. vets will love you for this. even good dogs sometimes need a muzzle. pain and fear do weird things to animal behavior

[ryllen]

maybe i do want us to kiss a little more

[feroluce]

I love the fact that the Silvermane Guards are essentially just a very devoted "We Love Gepard Landau" fanclub, and I desperately need for all of them to get into ship wars about it behind their Captain's back. The soldiers are all split into several factions:

Some of them ship him with Sampo 🛡💣 (enemies to lovers/hateship enjoyers; this does not necessarily mean they like Sampo- in fact it's more like most of them want to sic their Captain on him skzjsmdm)

Some of them ship him with Bronya 👑🛡 (knight and princess trope enjoyers and also a sorta-kinda "that is our mom and dad" type of deal; this faction gets riled up and ridiculously hypes Gepard up to Bronya every time she comes down to the frontlines mskdkxmd)

Some of them ship him with the trailblazer 🛡💫 (the smallest and newest faction, but steadily gaining!)

Some of them ship him with Pela ❄🛡 (workplace romance enjoyers; Gepard once charged out into the Fragmentum alone to save Pela from an expedition gone horribly wrong, and when this faction saw Gepard carrying Pela back princess style they threw a whole party)

Some of them ship him with Dunn 🛡🗡 (also workplace romance; Dunn is very flattered by this because yeah wrong Landau, but wow, the troops really think he's good enough to woo the Captain, what an honor)

And some of them ship themselves with the Captain 🛡❤ (yumejoshi enjoyers; this faction throws a massive group effort every Valentine's Day and are also all very supportive of each other)

The final faction is an odd one, because they're defined not by who they ship their beloved Captain Gepard with, but rather by who they don't ship him with. Their name is generally shortened to the A.B.S. Group- Anybody BUT Sampo 🚫💣 DKSZJJSMSOZ

[royaltea000]

I’ve never felt so conflicted about a franchise in my life but at least this dude was hot

[corruptimles]

it’s an inside joke

[ghostymarni]

-but all the same. You’re under arrest.

[tiffysdeath]

i was scrolling thru twitter and i saw this post with evan omg😭

[sannehnagi]

T'iisaaroq yahaš naravakhaitsuug agimatigainngipia. Even the dread wolf could not predict what it would mean to fall in love.

[rabiesofficial]

I genuinely think more women should be untrusting of men. You see a man acting shady around the gas pumps near your car, see him chilling a few steps away from you as you get ready to enter your car. I’m not saying he’s 100% going to do something, but does it hurt to be wary? I think the idea that men and women are the same in terms of violence and the liberal feminist misunderstanding of “gender essentialism” severely limits women’s ability to trust their own intuition and gut feeling. You are not crazy, fear is an evolutionary gift and you are a mammal with pattern seeking abilities.

[grandkhan221b]

OK, I give up. WHAT is y'all's deal with Commander Fox?? Like, WHY is he such a favourite among clone fans. I keep seeing art of him, fics and posts about him, and more fanon that I know what to do with. But why him?? I'm really confused? ?? Literally the ONLY thing of note he does in the show is murder a beloved character

[lovethytendytenderly]

The Phoenix by Fall Out Boy // an edit a day til penguins hockey, a countdown (day 11)

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[triscribeaucollection]

More Old Guard!Avengers heartache

Nat

There was one, before her.

A man who sailed oceans vast and wide, with only the stars for company and direction. He hailed from a realm of scattered islands and warm water, spent his long years traveling between tribes, sharing stories, news, and gifts. A demigod, those people called him, born mortal but blessed by higher powers, loved and honored.

And yet, when he dreamed of a woman’s first death, realized another like him had been blessed, he left his home behind without a second thought to sail beyond the horizon. It took nearly a century, as he knew nothing of her part of the world - nor did she realize her dreams of wind and water meant another was out there, so the searching was only on his part. When they did eventually meet, it of course happened upon a battlefield.

She fought against men riding horses, something new enough that the fight was going poorly for her. And then, up from the shoreline came a massive warrior like no other, who wore little clothing, carried odd weapons, hollered in a strange tongue and half won just by scaring the horsemen away. When she saw him, the woman realized what her dreams had truly meant.

She wasn’t alone.

Even without words, the two of them looked at one another and understood.

Wandering a land occupied by the descendants of those who’d moved in and replaced her long-dead tribe, present without purpose, that in and of itself finally felt like a true blessing from the gods.

...it lasted less than forty years.

The sailor never again returned to the waters of his birth. He and she learned enough of each other’s words to converse, learned to fight in tandem as they slowly traveled away from her native forests, down the coastline back the way he’d first come. But then, they happened across a village burning. Somewhere in the following chaos, as they put a stop to the raid, the sailor’s wounds ceased closing. His blood kept pouring. And he continued laughing. She didn’t realize anything was wrong until after they’d won, when she turned with a smirk, only to cry out in horror.

Her friend slowly sank down to the ground, smiling even as he died.

Your turn, now, he told her, in a final whisper. Find... next one.

After her tears dried, the remaining villagers helped move his body back onto the little log and sail vessel that carried him across the world. She took a few supplies, and a single magnificent seashell, before she set the entire thing ablaze.

(Another three thousand years passed before she dreamed of the man with a bow.)

---

Clint

They lived in the center of a farming region.

Every harvest, families brought their grain and livestock to the market, which tripled in size from all the tents and carts and merchant stalls. The barely town, everyone called it. Never truly permanent, but never really gone, either.

He wasn’t much of a farmer. His wife kept a garden, a few sheep for wool, but when they went to town to trade, it was with the pelts of the animals he hunted all year long. His arrows always struck clean, taking prey through the eye and brain, leaving the hide intact to be skinned, cured, and sold at a good price. Keener eyes than a hawk, others would say of him, impressed and pleased by the quality of the pelts. 

The best furs he kept back, though, to clothe his wife and children in the depths of winter, when they’d all snuggle together by the fire in their small house, safe from the howling wind and snow monsters.

Until a spring when different monsters appeared.

Dark smoke and distant screams brought him racing back to his family’s home, just in time to shoot three snarling men trying to get inside. Clean shots, like always. Through the eyes, into the brain. He told his wife to leave everything, to just grab the baby while he carried their older son and daughter, and they hurried away into the woods, along the hidden trails he knew by heart. But when he finally judged them far enough away to be safe...

He told his family to stay put for at least two days.

And then he went back.

More smoke. More screams. More men with arrows in their eyes.

But eventually, he ran out of arrows. And fighting, true fighting in close quarters... that, he wasn’t nearly so skilled with.

He woke after dark, facedown in a ravaged field. Unhurt, despite the wounds he remembered gaining. Despite the jagged holes and blood stains in his clothing. Quietly, he found a new, unbroken bow, scavenged arrows from dead bodies. Went and found the last few remaining invaders, and killed them one by one. When the sun returned, he found a place to hide, and slept.

His family obeyed, and didn’t creep out of the forest until another day passed. By then, other survivors also began to emerge from the soot and mud, to gather in the field where barley town stood every harvest season. Resources were shared, plans made, a new longhouse and rough wall erected.

All during that process, he kept his distance. Stayed hidden.

Whatever caused him to come back from being dead, he didn’t dare risk bringing near anyone else. Especially not his family. Surely it could only be the work of some dark, evil power, something that jumped from one of the invaders into his body instead, or perhaps a divine punishment for using his hunter’s gift upon other men. Whatever the reason, he never let himself be seen.

Years passed. The former seasonal market became a true town, houses and watchtowers and communal buildings surrounded by a wall that grew taller and thicker. From a distance, he watched his baby boy begin to walk and run; saw the grey begin to creep into his wife’s hair. Dreams haunted him every night, visions of what could have been mixed with flashes of battle, of bright red hair against darker splashes of blood, glinting weapons and changing landscapes.

His skin never wrinkled, his hair never turned white.

His children grew up. Married. Began families of their own.

His wife never took another husband.

More than twenty years of watching over them, of harrying away other groups of invaders, of hunting extra game in winter and leaving dead animals at the gate, he finally received something of an explanation.

From a woman with bright red hair. Who spoke slowly, in a thick accent. Who carried an ax he’d seen cutting through flesh and bone in his dreams.

We guard, she told him. Not bless. Not curse. Duty.

Guard.

That... felt right.

He stood guard for his family, for barley town as a whole.

And he’d keep doing it, until his duty ended, and he could go down into the grave waiting for him, someday.

(Over the decades, ‘Barley Town’ became ‘Barton’. He couldn’t hold onto all the names of his wife, his daughter, his sons, or his grandchildren. But he held onto that, if nothing else.)

[thegirlsarethriving]

just finished undertale. ok i see the vision. i now understand yall's Sans-to-Benrey obsession pipeline. and the Papyrus-to-Tommy Coolatta pipeline