#i'm off the henny or something like that

[overleftdown]

farleigh analysis PART 3, because i might as well do the entire movie at this point. i'm locked in. this is going to cover the early-saltburn summer era. AKA, oliver's once in a lifetime, hand job on a haybale, golden big boy summer. everything after venetia and oliver's sex scene is in another post on my blog. this one is pretty short.

[0:34:42] (they're watching superbad. teehee.)

farleigh looks borderline revolted in the background of this shot, which is so funny to me. superbad is, in my opinion, notoriously rude. the comedy is hollow, childish, homophobic, etc. even seth rogan admits that the movie is tone deaf and aged horribly. that's neither here nor there, though. all i'm saying is that i can't imagine farleigh would enjoy the movie as a queer person.

[0:35:19] elsbeth: is that right, he had to put his fingers down his mother's throat to make her sick? farleigh: yeah. felix: farleigh, that's private stuff! farleigh: well, you told us. felix: in confidence!

when elsbeth initially asks the question, she's looking directly at farleigh. yet, when felix confronts farleigh about discussing private matters, farleigh responds with "well, you told us." meaning the family, i assume. felix had no issue with elsbeth and pamela discussing oliver's home life until farleigh was very moderately involved. it's odd to me. and yes, felix is the one that told them. moral superiority, or something. having someone to blame, even when you enabled their gossiping in the first place.

[0:35:34] elsbeth: we should give him the most wonderful time! farleigh: good luck, he doesn't smile much. elsbeth: farleigh seems to think he's ghastly. why are you friends with him, darling?

really, you can tell that elsbeth likes farleigh. she respects his opinion to a certain extent. i also talked about the tutor scene in part 2, and how i consider the "style over substance" debate a metaphorical parallel to farleigh over oliver. here, farleigh once again points out the style of oliver's social interactions: he doesn't smile much. when you look at this from a social and... neurotypical perspective, lacking a smile during conversation can mean a lot of negative things. farleigh seems to have a dedicated focus on arbitrary social expectations, largely because he has to.

[0:35:33] farleigh: and here he is now! we were just talking about you. elsbeth: don't be silly! farleigh, you just make up the most awful things. of course we weren't!

once again, in traditional catton fashion, farleigh is scolded for saying doing something that contrasts the cattons saviorism. obviously oliver knew they were talking about them. i can't blame elsbeth for attempting to backtrack, but "farleigh, you just make up the most awful things" is a weirdly unnecessary throat punch. she's stepping on farleigh to appear taller, if you will. at 0:36:34, when elsbeth asks oliver to sit by her, farleigh looks so exceptionally irritated. he rolls his eyes, looks back towards his computer, and sighs dramatically. wonderful. he's so sick and tired.

[0:37:20] elsbeth: i've lost so many friends to addiction. so, so many dear, dear friends. it's the root of poor pamela's horrors too, i'm afraid. farleigh: and the only interesting thing about her. elsbeth: farleigh! no, she is rather dull, actually. but she's so beautiful. you have to admit, she's very beautiful.

elsbeth and her obsession with physical appearances. once again, style over substance. and her outrage at farleigh refusing to soften the blow on his statements, before following it with her own (albeit less crude) dig at pamela. style over substance. wouldn't it a little uncanny, a little scary, to be the only person of color in a household that places physical appearance on such a high pedestal? especially a household as ignorant as the cattons. that's just conjecture, though. oliver has the ability to manipulate a space for himself in the family without sacrificing any of the qualities he began with. he never really smiles more, throughout the summer. he never really loses his signature awkwardness, his imposing energy.

[0:40:05] elsbeth: you know we're delighted to have you for however long it is you mean to stay. farleigh: forever...? pamela: oh, no. i think i might have, erm, found somewhere. elsbeth: oh, well done, darling! james: oh, good!

right after james says "good," you can see farleigh turning to look at him. prompting james to drop the hatchet on pamela's prolonged stay at saltburn, i'm assumng. this is what's interesting to me, i think. again, farleigh lacks the drive to play the same game as oliver. farleigh doesn't want to nurture the charitable actions of the cattons. farleigh believes the other guests at saltburn take up the space that he would otherwise fill. just like at oxford, when felix is sitting with someone else, farleigh is discarded. when elsbeth invited oliver to sit next to her, farleigh looks annoyed. the cattons capacity for attention and kindness is depressingly small. farleigh isn't playing chess, he's trying to win by sheer survival of the fittest.

for the next few, brief scene of farleigh and oliver interacting, oliver repeatedly proves that he does his research. i can't get over it, to be honest. neither can farleigh; if looks could kill, oliver would've been dead within 10 minutes of arriving at saltburn. the methods farleigh and oliver uses to remain relevant in the catton catalogue are so wildly different. farleigh, who uses his personality and social skills to keep the cattons entertained and charmed by him. i'm sure he loves to gossip with elsbeth, wine and dines with venetia, and he clearly does everything in his power to stay glued to felix's side throughout the school year. this is someone who has never considered manipulating the cattons; he just wants to be one of them, and he wants it to be easy. can you blame him?

[birdmenmanga]

(sliding beads along my abacus) I mean no matter how you slice it I'm going to have time to draw something for all of my birdmutuals. Let's be generous and say that I have like 15 of them. I think a third of them will not care enough to put out a list, another handful will forget to do it, which means realistically I think I'm going to end up in the ballpark of maybe like. 7. I feel like 30 minutes is plenty of time to drawr a little gift or something. so let's say max case scenario. 12 birdmutuals submit lists. I could knock that out easily in 3 days.

[jinwoosbabyboo]

Explicit Lyrics

How I imagine the lads men react to you singing explicit lyrics in front of them. [Requested by: Anon]

Zayne

MC: 🎶 The things I wanna do to you BEND ME OVER BEAT MY BACK IN AND FUCK ME FROM THE BACK my bodies calling you! 🎶

Zayne would be flabbergasted at the monstrosity of a sentence that just came out of your mouth.

Zayne: That ... that was quite the sentence my love

MC: How so?

Zayne: Sounds like that mouth of yours could use a bar of soap

MC: You don't like my singing?

Zayne: Let's keep that kind of singing private.

MC: Why

Zayne: It's not very appropriate to yell about being penetrated from behind in public

MC: You make stuff I say sound so unsexy sometimes .... can you just say hitting it from the back

Zayne: Hitting it from the back.

MC: Hitting it from the back 🤓��🏾 nevermind just dont say it

Rafayel

MC: 🎶 Shot in his shit so when he spit you know he twitch with wit' it hellcats and trackhawks 🎶

Rafayel: You have the prettiest face with the most vulgar playlist I've ever heard

MC: 🎶 She a ungrateful lil bitch I take her ass of give me them titties back bitch 🎶

Rafayel: *Covers your mouth* you are way too pretty to be cussing this much

MC: *Moves his hand* I'm grown Raf

Rafayel would secretly be adding all the songs you play to his music library.

Literally the next day....

Rafayel: HELLCATS & TRACKHAWKS ! *You slap your hand over his mouth*

MC: Don't be a hypocrite

Xavier

You were blasting Liquor by Latto while doing your skincare routine.

MC: 🎶 That liquor turn me to a freak, that Henny get me off the leash 🎶

As soon as you're finished getting ready for bed you walk into the room to find Xavier with a drink in hand and devious intent

Xavier: This is for you my lady *Hands you a drink*

MC: What's this?

Xavier: A whiskey sour

MC: Okay hold on…..

Xavier: Just enjoy the drink

MC: You're up to something

Xavier: *Kisses your temple* Spread em'

Sylus

Sylus is simply intrigued watching you sing along to your playlist.

MC: 🎶 Stand over a bitch and empty the clip til' it click I'm not gon' stop 🎶

Sylus: You always get so intense when you listen to such vulgar music

MC: I just really like the song

Sylus: You can tell where someones mindset is at by the music they listen to

MC: Are you saying I'll gun down anyone who wrongs me?

Sylus: Im not saying anything of the sort

MC: Good because I wouldn't

Sylus: Although you did shoot and stab me when we first met … did you plan to empty the clip?

MC: Are you ever going to stop bringing that up? And I didn't stab you

Sylus: But you wanted to *flicks your forehead*

Honorable Mention

MC: 🎶 These bitches only hot on yea bitches doin' all that womp womp womp womp 🎶

Caleb: ooooouuuu I'm telling grandma

MC: I'm grown!

Caleb: She's gonna be so upset pipsqueak

MC: *Puts Caleb in a headlock*

Don't ask for more Caleb please

[brackishkittie]

୨୧- CHAPTER FOUR, blame it! - ୨୧

summary: you go to a party with your friends and see ellie, you try avoiding her the whole night but when she sees you talking to an old friend, her blood boils and she just has to say something.

c/n: alcohol usage, strong language, jealous!ellie, you and ellie argue ( kinda idk ), and ellie going crazy..again.

a/n: idk why this took me so long to finish but here you guys go! come get y’all juice!!! 🗣️🗣️🗣️‼️‼️‼️

series masterlist! - chapter four ➝ chapter five!

"girl I'm outside hurry up," ashlesha said as she tapped her nails on her grey leathered steering wheel as she signaled for nari to scoot over to the other seat with her bag. “I’m coming outside just let me grab my bag and I’ll be right out,” you answer back while fixing your lip liner and ending the call. you walk out of the house and head straight for ashlesha’s car, “girl we thought you were gonna take 18 years and 5 business days to get ready..” nari says as she fixes her blush in her small mirror. “oh please I didn’t even take that long..now let’s go, I’m ready to down some tequila and henny.” you all laugh as ashlesha takes the car out park and puts it back in drive. 30 minutes later, as soon as it hits 8, you all finally make it to the party. “I’m telling y’all..if ellie is here I’m leaving..” you say but get pushed infront of the door by your two friends, “GIRL GOOOO SHE’S NOT HERE!!” nari says, putting her hand on her hip, and groaning.

“ok ok!” you push open the door and walk in as ashlesha and nari follow behind you. you all rush to the kitchen for that well known red solo cup and only a few cranberry and hennessy shots later, you all are on the couch laughing your asses off at the littlest things and then you see her. the one person you didn’t wanna see was right across the room, in the corner, looking down into her cup, and her eyes suddenly dart towards yours as if she knew you were looking at her. she smiles slightly and looks back into her cup but god if you only knew..while she looked unbothered, she was sweating and panicking. “oh my god she’s here? MY PRAYERS!! MY PRAYERS HAVE BEEN ANSWERED!” she thought to herself and had to stop herself from screaming at the top of her goddamn lungs.

you furrowed your brows and huffed looking at your friends, “you guys said she wasn’t gonna be here” you groaned and playfully hit them both and they giggled. “it’s not funny cmon I wanna go home” you frowned and laid your head on nari’s shoulder. “you should go talk to her” nari says as she pats your head, “no way I don’t wanna talk to her” you sigh and look to your left and see dina and jesse making out in a corner like some freakishly horny crazy highschool teens. “ugh..get a room..” you roll your eyes and look to your right and see a very familiar face, “oh my god? jasmine?” you gasp and she looks at you, “y/n? oh my gosh, hey gorgeous!” you stand up and she comes over and hugs you. ellie sees this and immediately her face drops from “omg my favorite sexy ex that I miss so much is here!!” to “who the actual fuck is that touching her. what the hell.” she clenches her jaw as she watches you two from the corner of the room, her face hot and red.

the more and more you and jasmine laughed and giggled the more ellie felt herself losing her cool. she knew she was your ex now and she knew she couldn’t just march over there but the alcohol was kicking in and she was feeling bold. she walked over to you and jasmine and put her hand on your shoulder, “can I borrow her for a sec? yes? ok thanks.” ellie says as she pulls you away from jasmine who looks extremely confused. “what the hell ellie? what do you want?” you turn to her and say while she just stares at you, pulling her hand away from you and biting the inside of her cheek. “y/n are you doing this on purpose?” she says which makes you tilt your head and show visible confusion to her question. “what the fuck are you talking about?” you’re frustrated, folding your arms and leaning against the wall while she just stares at you trying to get you to fess up about whatever she thinks you’re doing.

all of a sudden, ellie’s face turns red out of embarrassment realizing you actually weren’t trying to make her jealous and that she probably needed to sober up from the alcohol. she rubbed her neck and opened her mouth to speak when she didn’t even get a chance because you immediately read her like a book once you saw her face turn red. “you’re jealous aren’t you?” you squint and almost laugh, “we aren’t together anymore els..move on please.” you say while pushing yourself off the wall to walk away.“whatever..there’s no one better than me anyway.” she now crosses her arms as yours fall to your sides. “oh fuck you. you sound like a man.” you roll your eyes and walk off while ellie flips you off and you can hear her mutter “fuck you too.” and you start giggling to yourself as you walk back over to jasmine.

as it got later on into the night you, nari, and ashlesha all fall asleep on the couch and around 3 in the morning you feel someone shaking you awake. “y/n? Y/NNNN!!! GIRL GET UP LET’S GO.” nari lightly slaps your face trying to wake you up and you start to open your eyes. “ughhhh my head hurts...I have a fucking headache what the hell.” you rub your head and look up at nari, “how many shots did I take?” you ask as she shrugs and looks at ashlesha for the answer but she just shrugs too. “god..can we go back to my place?? you guys can just stay until it’s finally morning.” you sit up from the couch and stretch. “yeah..can we order wingstop when they open? I’m fucking starving and I could fuck up some mango habanero wings right now…a cow even.” nari says while patting her stomach while you pick up your things and follow behind your friends who left the house. “do you think dunkin donuts is open? I need something sweet like now. I feel like a pregnant woman bossing around her wife and child.” nari says as you all fucking lose it while ashlesha starts driving back to your house, still laughing her ass off.

meanwhile with ellie though…

“oh cmon ellie..it couldn’t have been that bad...I hope…” dina says as she pats ellie’s back as she ugly cries into her hands about how much she fucked up that small interaction she had with you a few hours ago at the party. “well I mean..it could’ve gone worse.” jesse says as he chuckles and runs his fingers through his hair, “wow thanks jess, that totally makes me feel better!!” ellie says sarcastically which makes jesse huff and roll his eyes. “all she said was fuck you ellie..she could’ve like slapped you for even pulling her away or cussed you out even more for everyone at the party to hear.” he says while falling back on ellie’s bed and staring up at the ceiling. “jesse, you’re gonna send the girl into cardiac arrest please stop.” she looks at him and hits him on his arm, “well call me kevin gates because you know exactly what happens next after the cardiac arrest.” he laughs while dina and ellie turn to look at him with the most “shut the fuck up” expressions ever. “bad timing?..sorry.” he mutters and looks away.

“obviously?? and stop with that kevin gates video, it’s making me feel extremely ill.” dina says as she shakes her head and sighs, “ellie you really need to talk to y/n…SOBER and IN THE RIGHT MIND.” as soon as dina said that, ellie immediately stopped her ugly crying and side-eyed her so hard. “no shit dina..no shit..and stop yelling in my EAR because I’m right NEXT TO YOU.” ellie says as she wipes her face with her sleeve and goes to the kitchen for a tissue to blow her nose. dina looks at jesse and shakes her head, “man..she’s hooked on this girl..I feel bad because y/n may not come around and she’s on her bad bad BADDD.” dina scratched her head while jesse nodded in agreement.

ellie came back into the room and sat back down on the bed, “so what should I do? it’s only been like a week since our breakup. I can’t just say I wanna get back together now..” ellie groans and grabs her pillow that jesse was laying on, “hey! I was laying on that..” jesse sits up and frowns, “well that’s too damn bad.” ellie scoffs and hides her face in the pillow. “I say give it a few more weeks or a month maybe??” jesse says in response to what she said earlier which she freaks out about. “A MONTH?? ARE YOU CRAZY? she’ll already have moved on by then..I’ll just give it a few more weeks maybe, hopefully, she’ll unblock me on everything and talk to me...if not I’ll have to text her off one of my lurking accounts.” ellie sighs and rubs her temples, “I’m sorry did you just say ONE OF?? AS IN THERE’S MORE THAN ONE??” dina looks at her with pure concern as ellie turns to her and makes a face that says “uhm hello???? obviously???….”

“why do you need more than one?? one is enough to lurk at her..bro what is your problem?” dina blinks a few times before turning away from her and shaking her head in disbelief and disappointment. “in case she finds out it’s me and blocks me? duhhh like I need to have multiple accounts. it’s a necessity when it comes to lurking..you wouldn’t know anyway.” ellie rolls her eyes and nudges dina. “ok so like what if she presses all new accounts made will be blocked??” jesse blurts out which makes ellie’s neck snap towards him and she throws the pillow at him. “take that back NOW. do not manifest that negative energy into my life jesse.” she frowns and gets up, grabs her phone from her desk, and goes onto instagram. “now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go do my daily lurking on y/n’s account.” ellie says with a smile while jesse and dina groan in unison.

tags: @elsmissingfingers @astrcmoni @cowgirlcherrie @theganymedes @ximtiredx @ellieswifee @liabadoobee 🩷🩷

[earlgreytea68]

Host: So where did this one start? Patrick: So, uh, typically I kind of just start with Pete's lyrics and see what that inspires me to, you know, how does this sound? You know, when I read this, what do I think this sounds like? Host: And when Pete sends you those lyrics -- So, is Pete working on lyrics all the time? He's just working on lyrical ideas and then -- Does he ever put a tune to it? Or does he send you a blank page? Patrick: No. He doesn't even send me lyrics in lyric form. He just sends words. And it's interesting when you see it. It's almost like one-liner after one-liner. (chuckle) And I'll just get an email of those. And then you kind of have to-- Neal: The Henny Youngman of lyrics? Patrick: (laughs) Yeah. And then you have to -- Kind of. It's like the -- My dad had a Yogi Berra quote book sitting on his coffee table. It's kind of like that, where it's just one-liner, one-liner, one-liner, and you have to figure out what thematically goes together, what feels like the same song. But then also I do try to keep things together as much as possible, because I feel like he's in a place where it does feel like one thought, you know? And, um -- But yeah, when he sends it, that's all he sends. There's no music or anything. And so when I read there's a kind of, for me, almost passive thing, where I read it and just imagine what it sounds like to me. And so this one scared me a lot because it felt kind of sparse, and I don't really like sparse, I don't really like singing by myself, I don't really like -- You know, I like orchestras, I like being one musician out of, you know, hundreds. I don't really like being so front and center, and I could tell there was something really intimate about this song and that was a big challenge for us. Well, for me. Everybody else seemed convinced. As soon as I finished demo-ing it and I sent it out to everybody, everybody went for it. This I think is the first song that we started, or one of the first songs that we started, Neal, when you and I got together. It's from the first session. And, you know, we had done that first session of "are we going to work together?" This came from that first session. But I think we also spent the longest on figuring out how to actually realize it because I wasn't satisfied with just my voice. With just my voice over keys, it was killing me. It was too naked or something. And I needed more of a story happening with the synths and stuff, with the guitars and all of that. So that took us a long time. Host: Interesting. And is Heaven, Iowa a place? Patrick: I believe so. I don't know if it's real or not. I believe it's the place from "Field of Dreams." Pete was really obsessed with "Field of Dreams." There's something in that story that really, like, set his vision for the whole record lyrically, I guess, so I think that's what it is. But I don't ask. I try not to ask about his lyrics because I feel like there's a thing about it where -- First off, he gives you terr -- He will not explain things. But second off, it also kind of -- I think there's something to that, you know? Where I'll read his lyrics and I'll interpret it one way and years later I'll realize it's another way. There's so many double entendres that I've only gotten, you know, decades later. (chuckle) I'll be singing and I'm like, "Oh, it's a sex thing! I didn't catch that." You know? (x) (this is around 45 minutes in)

[megamindsecretlair]

I was wondering how you stay consistent with all the fics you be posting. Gurl give us the tea. You dropped like four back to back.

Lmfaooo, yall making me feel like im a fic addict 😭🤣🤣

See, what you do is meditate for 2 hours straight, praying on your muse to beam ideas and writing straight to your skull. Grab an acorn, a candle (your favorite scent), red twine, and a bottle of henny. And make a circle...lmfaooo jk jk.

TL;DR: my mind never shuts up 🫠 never turns off, never stops running, and that energy has to go somewhere, okay 😭

I wish I could take all the credit. I am the one writing it. But I have a close group of friends who let me vent out my ideas or give me ideas on how to improve. They listen to my nonsense, love yall so gd much 😗 @planetblaque @westside-rot @babybratzmaraj .

Other times, the ask is just so detailed, so rich, that it sparks some inspo and I get to writing. I am so in love with the creativity yall have on here. Completely blown away by these ideas you request!

It also helps that I went to film school and was taught how to think visually. You don't have to go to school for that, you just have to expand how you currently think about scenes.

Most times, as mentioned, my brain doesn't shut up. Even when I'm sleeping. There's this running commentary in my mind where I'm constantly turning over fics in my head. I think about scenes, I think about dialogue, I think about sex positions. Half the time, I'm scatterbrained irl because I'm too busy fucking in my head 🤣🤣

I write in my head, if that makes sense. I have these loose scenes in my head that I kind of play around with. I attack the scene from multiple angles trying to think of what sounds better.

Soo, when I sit down to write ive already done half the mental battle. I've already thought about the characters, the scenes, the motivations, the positions. It's just a matter of sitting down and writing it and it flows. I re-read my own writing all the time. But *way* after I've written it and moved on.

There's still moments where I have to pause and think about what comes next. Theres still times where I have to picture what tf is happening 🤣 or what's being said. Or what they're feeling at the moment.

Truth is, I just like to write. I've been writing since I was 11. It wasn't until I re-joined Tumblr at age 30 that I fell back in love with writing. I always loved it. But at a low point in my life, I felt hopeless that no one would ever want to read my writing. I thought I should've just quit altogether.

But by writing on here, I discovered that writing is for ME. If im having fun, then i know you will. I wont lie and say its not scary. I post overnight because I dont want the anxiety of seeing comments and reblogs trickle in 🤧 but the one rule I had for posting my writing, was to write for me. Write for the little girl who thought she couldnt. Write for the little weirdo who loves marvel and has anxiety and constantly feel like im being rejected. Thats who i write for. Thank God I didn't quit 😍🥹 I never would've met any of you. I never would've grown as a writer.

Being here with all of you, sharing my writing, seeing your reactions makes my fn day every day 😭 it's because of YOU that I felt confident enough to write a book.

I didn't get here by accident, I just write. And write often. And I read often. I learn from every single person that posts on here. I learn from all the feedback you give me.

My brain ought to do something useful since it doesn't know how to sit the fuck down 😩😩😩

Sorry this was long? Hope this helped? Feel free to ask more? Idkidk. Its still weird talking about myself. Thanks for this ask though 😗😗😗

[astoldbychae]

❤️‍🔥💋🩶💜🍭 for Melo and Monet

🥺 *sighs* Mom & Dad

❤️‍🔥Which one is more adventurous in the bedroom? Which one has more experience?

Definitely Carmelo! Life with him is a safe space, so the bedroom is no different. He's naturally curious and truly enjoys pleasing his girl. I'm tellin' all papa's business but inside his safe (in a basket next to his gun) there are various toys, cuffs, whips/ropes...because he really likes to see what makes his girl unravel. That and he likes to be dominated. He LOVES when his girl takes control. They've got their safe words and everything.

And when he's gone off the Henny and those eyes get low and he starts to bite that bottom lip of his...🙃 Issa glorious time!

💋 What is their favorite place to kiss their partner? Do either enjoy 'leaving a mark'?

She loves to hug him from behind and kiss him on his back. Either there or on his neck (then she'll nibble on his ears). When she's tipsy, yes (she's leaving bite marks and everything) but on a daily basis, no.

He loves to kiss her lips, stomach, or on her ass (like that lil area where the ass cheek meets the thigh...yeah that's his favorite spot). and Yes, he will ALWAYS leave a mark!

Which one apologizes first? How do they apologize? (This emoji didn't show up, but I hope I chose the correct question)

Monet's a hot head, so 9 times outta 10 it's her that starts it. Mel's cool, calm, collected, nonchalant ass just gives her space until she calms down.

If He's in the wrong, he'll just come to wherever she is and embrace her and takes accountability. He'll grab her chin to make her look at him in the eyes as he apologizes. Him staring into her eyes is what usually does it for her.

If She's in the wrong, her peace offering is usually food. She'll apologize with her words of course but somewhere in that sentence she's gonna ask "You hungry?" or "You want something to eat?".

💜 How do they silently show love or affection towards the other?

They'll stare into each other's eyes randomly, no matter where they are. Often times she catches him staring at her and she'll blow him a kiss. If they're standing next to each other, She'll lock her pinky with his or if they're sitting down (mainly in the car), She'll place his hand on her thigh. He usually shows his love silently through little actions especially around the house (rubbing her feet, running her bath water, starting her kettle in the morning for her Tea etc). He's very observant and enjoys making his girls life easier, so he tries to keep whatever she likes on hand, so they don't run out. Especially now since baby is here. Papa loves a good morning-after the gym-grocery store run before she wakes up.

Physical Touch is his love language and Acts of Service is hers.

🍭 What's something they can never agree on (big or small)?

Small: What to Eat

Big: Parenting (mainly discipline methods)

[jungle-angel]

Lessons In Sunday Dinner (Calvin Evans x Reader)

Summary: It's a warm spring night and one of your close family friends has invited you and Calvin for dinner where you learn that some family roots run deep

Warnings: Family history, mentions of birth and parenthood etc.

Tagging: @floydsmuse @ateliefloresdaprimavera

Notes: I got the idea for this from one of my favorite children's books, "Chicken Sunday" by Patricia Pollaco. I found it in a bookshop a few weeks ago and this little idea had popped into my head.

You and Calvin couldn't have been more excited at Henny's dinner invitation. Cal's mother and father would have come, however Six-Thirty and Rosie were needed at home, the puppies still new to the world and needing constant attention from their parents.

You and Calvin headed up the steps of the old red-brick Victorian that belonged to Henny and Paul King, her climbing roses and the bougainvillea in full bloom and alive with the constant buzzing of bumblebees.

You rang the doorbell and were met with the sound of barking from Curly, her little black Scottish terrier. "Curly get it on outta here!" Henny ordered loudly. "Go chase the rats outta the garbage cans or somethin."

Curly shuffled aside and zoomed up the stairs. "Well, well look who decided to show on up!" she laughed as she opened the storm door.

"Hi Henny," you both greeted, hugging her warmly.

"Come on in," she said. "We've got alot of work to do before dinnertime. Cal, if ya'll want, you can put Ellen in the living room with Betsy and Ruby. Paul should be back in a little while."

Ellen was put in the playpen with Henny's granddaughters so they could play together. As soon as Paul was home, he and Calvin retreated to their secret little hideaway to work on some sort of afternoon project, leaving you and Henny to handle Sunday dinner prep.

"So what's on the menu Henny?" you asked.

"Just a little family tradition honey," she answered. "A little something my Grandmama used to call 'Chicken Sunday.'"

"Oh?"

"Uh-huh," said Henny. "That was her thing, she'd never miss a church service nor did she miss Sunday dinner. And if we dared to even miss one Sunday dinner with the family, she'd threaten to beat us blue."

You made a face at the image that had suddenly popped into your head. "Sounds like she was real strict."

"Oh she was," Henny explained. "Only because she knew what it was like to have been in a family that was split up. All she ever wanted in life was for us all to stick together. Didn't always happen, but we tried our best."

"I'm sorry Henny," you said, feeling a little sad.

"Oh don't be sorry honey, it ain't anybody's fault," Henny assured you. "It's just the way it was. Now, if ya'll don't mind helpin me a second, we need to head out back and gather some stuff outta the garden."

Excitement flared within you at the notion. Henny's garden was legendary and the envy of every neighborhood shrew who just didn't have the green thumb.

"Go on now honey child, it's best if you take your shoes off," Henny told you, leaving her own near the kitchen door. "That's what spring and summer were made for."

You laughed a little, leaving your shoes next to Henny's. The garden looked absolutely gorgeous, everything so green and having grown so tall. The wildflowers were everywhere with bees flitting from one to the other while the vegetables had grown tall and ripe with peppers, tomatoes, onions, beans, turnips, cabbages, lettuces, carrots, cucumbers and all sorts of herbs and spices. The strawberries were already beginning to grow ripe along with Henny's berry bushes but the hazelnuts still had a bit of a ways to go. The sunshine and the heat of early afternoon had made everything perfect, as perfect as a Sunday could be.

"So what are we gathering Henny?" you asked her.

"Well," Henny answered. "First we're gonna need some fresh garlic and the potatoes. Then we're gonna need broccoli and collards for the sides."

You and Henny set about, gathering whatever it was you needed from the garden. A warm breeze blew by, the windchimes gently clanging in the breeze while the birds sang and the smells of her garden wafted up your nose. You gathered as much of the broccoli and the collard greens as you could pick, the greens themselves already up to your knees.

"Aw honey that should be enough," Henny told you. "Don't let your basket get overfilled now."

Once everything had been gathered, you and Henny went right back into the kitchen to begin preparing dinner.

"Now this," she said, removing the chicken legs and thighs from the fridge. "Was Grandmama's secret. She'd let the meat brine overnight in buttermilk and then roll it in all the flour with the herbs and spices from her garden."

"Because when it soaks overnight, the brine is absorbed into the meat and chemical reactions occur that allow the flavors to lock in," you explained.

Henny smiled and shook her head with her hands on her hips. "That is your husband talking for sure," she laughed.

You laughed with her as you set to prepping the rest of the food. "So this was Grandmama's tradition huh?" you said, chopping up the garlic.

"Mmmhmm," Henny nodded. "She started it after she got her freedom. She opened up a little corner restaurant in Savannah and ran the place almost fifty years, right up through the Depression. She was real business savvy you know. She had a wealthy oilman come through her joint once and had said that if he could, he would've offered her a job, but Grandmama told him outright that if he did, nobody would be able to run the place and the food would be no good."

You laughed a little as Henny told you more stories about her grandmother and the little hole-in-the-wall place that her and her husband had run for almost fifty years. "Must've been a hell of a place."

"Oh it was honey," Henny said, chopping up the collards. "It was good cookin and good company. Everybody in the place looked forward to Chicken Sundays 'cause sometimes it was all they could afford."

"It was?"

"Uh-huh," Henny replied. "Times were tough in Georgia and there wasn't alot for anybody. Grandmama had to work with what she had and selling her chicken dinners and meals in general, were what paid the bills."

As soon as the chicken had been put in the hot pan of olive oil to fry, you let the potatoes boil and the collards cook away. Into the oven went the airy scratch rolls, all coated with flour and the whole kitchen smelling delicious.

When the dinner hour finally came, you, Calvin and Henny's family all gathered out on the porch, the warm, sunny weather too perfect to be trapped inside. The food was delicious as always with Paul having broken out a bottle of the house white for everyone to share.

"Henny, you and (y/n)really outdid yourselves," Calvin remarked. "Best dinner ever."

"Just you wait till next week," Henny told him. "We'll be doin spaghetti and meatballs if you're up for it."

You and Calvin met each other's gazes with that mischievous look in your eyes, not forgetting the last time you and him had been invited to a spaghetti dinner at Henny and Paul's.

[paisholotus]

Ch.1

Nalae's Pov

I walked through the sweaty dancing bodies; the room was filled with weed smoke, and the loud music shook the house. I was looking for my brother, Mar. He's back over here on the bad side of town; his ass didn't think I saw him sneak out of the house; he'd better hope I don't tell Tisha and Anthony.

 

People pressed up against each other, basically fucking on the walls. Niggas in the kitchen getting ready to fight, and females are drinking henny from the stomachs of other females. It smelled exactly like ass and corn chips in this bitch.

 

I asked around if anyone had seen my brother, and they said he was in the back room of the house. I pushed my way through the crowd and banged on the door. I impatiently tapped my foot and pounded on the door. I was getting irritated by the second, and Mar was starting to get on my nerves doing dumb shit.

 

I knocked on the door some more when I heard someone yell, "Man, Caine, get the fucking door." I scrunched up my face at the attitude of the person's voice. I heard grumbling coming towards the door, then it opened. The boy looked at me up and down, smirking and biting his lip. I gave him a disgusted look, staring back at him. "Who is it?" The voice from earlier asked

 

"I don't know. But she's fine as hell, man." The boy spoke slowly. Taking steps towards me, he leaned against the door, checking me out some more. I crossed my arms and let out an irritated huff. I didn't have time for this shit.

 

I pushed the boy aside and walked in. There were girls giving lap dances and smoke swarming around the room. In the center of the room was the same light-skinned boy from a couple days ago. He had a girl sitting on his lap, glaring at me, and went back to kissing his neck. He pushed her off, making her land on her ass, looking offended at him. She got up and walked towards me, trying to act like she was going to bump into me. Causing us to side-eye each other, and her moving over to walk out. I swea I'm finna beat somebody ass if my brother was not handed to me in the next five minutes.

 

The light-skinned boy gave me a boyish smile and patted his leg, telling me to sit down. "What's wrong, mama? Who are you looking for?" He asked, still smiling at me. I glared at him as I walked towards him, stopping at his legs. "Where's my brother, Lamar? I heard he was in here." I spoke with a clipped tone.

 

I just wanted to get Mar. It was hell coming all the way over here. I don't have a car or a job yet. I've been buried in homework all day, and Mar just has to make shit worse by bringing his ass back over here. His ass outta be grateful I came instead of Anthony. I'm frustrated, and this Carmel-looking Mf is wasting my time.

 

"He was. What do you want with him, baby?" The boy who answered the door flirted with me. I was getting tired of his ass too. Light-skinned glared at the boy, as if he were telling him to shut up. Then she looked back at me, smiling and looking me up and down. "So where is he?" I snapped at him.

 

"Calm down, mama. What do you want him for? Come holla at me." The boy named Caine flirted at me again. I clenched my jaw, gritting my teeth. Every time I walk outside, little boys think they can talk and get at me in any way. And that shit is going to stop.

 

"I don't want YO ASS! NOW SHUT THE FUCK UP,  AND LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE! Where is my brother? I'M NOT FINNA ASK AGAIN!" I yelled at them beyond my breaking point. Somebody needs to tell me something real quick.

 

He got up from the table and walked over, getting in my face. Having light skin also stand up. "Who the fuck are you yelling at, BITCH!?" And just like that, everything stopped, and I saw red. I pulled back my fist and punched the fuck out of him. I sped over to his body on the floor, but light skin got in front of me.

 

"DON'T EVER DISRESPECT ME AGAIN! I AIN'T NO FUCKING BITCH!" I yelled at the boy now on the floor.

 

Light skin moved in front of me again, stopping me from attacking the boy on the floor. I looked up at him, staring into his hazel eyes, my breathing uneven with my fists balled. "CHILL! Imma go get your brother, ight?" He said. I glared at him, stepping back some. I didn't like how he towered over me. I ain't scared of him, but I don't like how close he was to me.

 

He walked to the steps and yelled down at them. "MAR! GETCHO YO ASS UP HERE! YO SISTER WILDIN!" I crossed my arms soon after hearing someone walk up the steps. Mar looked confused coming up the steps. I gave no second thought as I walked towards him and slapped him across the face, kicking him in his shit. He dropped his drink on the floor, bellowing in pain.

 

Light skin tried to stop me, but I turned and gave him a sinister glare. He backed up, sitting down on the arm of the chair. Mar was still on the floor crying in pain. "YO ASS BETTER BE LUCKY IT WAS ME THAT SAW YOU LEAVE! DO YOU KNOW THE SHIT DAY I'VE HAD TODAY, HUH? ANT TOLD YO ASS NOT TO BRING YO ASS BACK OVA HERE, BUT YOU DON'T WANNA FUCKING LISTEN. I DON HAD DIRTY MFS TOUCHING ALL ON ME, ALL BECAUSE OF YO ASS! GET YO DUMB ASS FROM OFF THAT FLOOR, AND LETS GO! AND IF YOU COME BACK OVA HERE, IMMA TELL DADDY, SO HE CAN BEAT THE BRAKES OFF YOUR DUMB ASS. NOW LET'S GO!" I yelled, pulling him up from the ground and pushing him towards the door.

 

I walked over to light skin, snatching the blunt from his lips, causing him to stand up, glaring at me. "YOU C-."  Mar began to say something back, but I cut him off. "I SAID SHUT THE FUCK UP AND LETS GO!" pushing him out the door.

 

"AYE! You better watch yourself, little mama." I kissed my teeth, blowing out smoke and glaring at him. "Fuck you, NIGGA!" I walked out, slamming the door behind me. Something is telling me this isn't the last time Imma see light skin.

[y2ku]

HELLO, HELLO...

This just in.

A fabulous Y2K Boo just slipped off the edges of Instagram and just became your latest source of Gossip

You may believe i'm just some squeez in a basement, or some bored suburbian trash, or maybe even someone on the outside looking in. 

Here's the tea.

One thing about being on the inside. Once you get there you don't allways get to choose where you stand... sometimes you need to take a step outside, clear your head and remind yourself of who you are and venture out into the real world.

Good Morning from your newest arrival, yours trully, my name is D.

Todays rendezvous, the 1st of many will be about Social Media, and the power it holds on people, children, media, status, fame, politics and mental health, etc, you know it.

And so by it's definition, in case you haven't realised and had to do a quick search, Instagram, "it's a platform to showcase talents, build a personal brand, and promote businesses. It offers visual inspiration and the opportunity to engage with like-minded individuals and brands."

Can you relate? Great. Neither can anyone.

Are you and Insta Scroller or a Facebook Babe? Take THIS in.

Social Media platforms like Instagram, Whatsapp and Facebook are on the Top 10 List of Social Media with most active users. 

Did you know Zuckerberg Bae's are on the top with 2.11 billion active daily typers. Half of them are probably your kids. 

What? You think you're not old to have your own spawn?

I am 25. Remember that.

(By now, and don't lie to me, you checked the notification bar twice, at least, or are you maybe checking as i speak? Rude)

Fuelled by numbers and translated into graphics, the internet has done it's job and came back to me with usefull intel.

Half of SMU's (Social Media Users) are bellow 45 years, and I the less searched categories are "Usefull Content" and "Relevant". Yes Boomers. Right back at you. One of the most searched though is informative content. Of how recent studies (Tik Tok misinformation) came to us once again as proof of nothing.

Most of the posts portrayed in all the 10 categories provided by Statista.com (Thank you Gurl *wink* 💋) are a departure from tge category.

You see where i'm trynnna get?

Internet and Technology where bounded to us with the purposes of communication, information and as intelligente working tool, not just to lounge.

We have at tip of our hands one of the most powerful tools ever made, and you're gonna waste it on posting a hot tip about your breakfast? What does that say about you? Will it flop? Will they laugh? Or worst... God forbid, be cancelled.

Are these the things you think b4 posting?

These websites can be addictive, promote body dismorphia, anxiety and contribute to FOMO (yeah. we all have it gurl. pipe down)

Babez here, is trynna tell you to go live your life. 

As I speak, more Innocent fools, maybe like yourself, are having their lives ruined by Social Media.

Yess henny, FOMO, you are already missing out, on your friends, a lovelly walk, or just the simple pleasure of recognising a familiar face. Tik Tok Tik Tok Y2K'rs, your time is running on the clock for a golden press.

Dissociation from reality can be set apart of all this, but if you think it over, it can really mean something much more deeper than to pass time.

Buckle up Peeps, this is a thing, its a study made by Sarah McQuate in University Of Washington.

Okay in short. We are as a young population very shamed about allways being on our phones, right?

That has a reason. Like when you read a good source of Hot Goss 💅🏻, or a book if you're into it, you can get lost in it right?

Think with me, we all read bad books, but everybody with me "BOOKS ARE THE SHIT".

THINK about all the unproofed misinformation gathering about in SM, compact it, and all it's negative effects, cut a few lines of text, add the caption and voilá! Years of mental instability and a prolonged sence of Dissociation while navigating your Socials (Stay off your phone will you read this.)

The reason we do it tho. 

Social Media was not made to maximise what humans value. Period.

Quoting, yet another associated Researcher to this project, Amanda Baughan:

•"social media platforms are designed to keep people scrolling. When we are in a dissociative state, we have a diminished sense of agency, which makes us more vulnerable to those designs and we lose track of time. These platforms need to create an end-of-use experience, so that people can have it fit in their day with their time-management goals.”

(I'll leave the study here jic, https://www.washington.edu/news/2022/05/23/people-enter-a-dissociative-state-when-using-social-media/ ).

Looking at a laptop or a cell all day is bad, but doing that for the Socials, henny, it's soo 2015.

It's killing your mind, your hangouts, your friends mental stability and your kids (Don't).

And for an afterthought, Social Media Content Creators, as an Artiste (Clock the Work), the freedom of speech that you hand out, is overrated.

Because now, not just massive corporations have a platform, we all do, and if we could hold hem accountable for every cyberbully, every rover, every mean girl, social media would be a hostable party might i say 🤷🏻

Go watch the following video too! https://youtu.be/wQdcCiVb59g?si=pefj5yngsodJF4tV

For as long hot updates, drama and chaos are on check, nobody cares, right?

Its fine as long as you post a pic or send a mean text.

It won't even phase you.

You stash your lockscreen away and fade into all the negativity you absorved from the radiocative toothorn on your pocket.

Maybe some photo you saw.

Some post about a douche bashing something or someone relating to you.

Maybe a text some coward sent u, cause dude ain't got balls for shit.

In my day, i had to take the crap right to my face, but you know what it taught me outside of the Webz?

Worry not Y2K readers, in a world full of shade, if it hits you, it means you'll shine through.

And as for me?

It takes two to tango, but only me to talk.

Get used to it,

-D

[shadowmaat]

this instead

Saw a post making the rounds about an arranged marriage where the queen is fully ready to murder her would-be husband and rule in peace... until she finds out he's autistic and is relieved for her to take charge.

I'm sure OP meant well and I'm sure the respondent in the version I read meant it to be positive, too, but the vibes still feel a bit off. So here's my version, instead.

Queen Nia hated the whole concept of political marriages; she found them distasteful, backward, and rife with the potential for misery and/or violence. However, because she was busy dealing with an attempted insurrection, she didn't have time to get the legislation changed.

Now she finds that due to "politics," she's being forced to marry the king of a neighboring country. Not much is known about Tamari; it's a quiet nation that tends to keep to itself and has never caused problems before. It may not be prosperous (it's one of the reasons for the marriage), but it's far from destitute, and it has some resources that her advisors (the ones who survived the coup) assure her would be a huge benefit if anyone managed to make proper use of them.

King Ven is considered "strange" and reclusive, and while his people don't seem to complain about him there are persistent rumors that he may not be entirely human. He goes through advisors faster than she does, and no one seems to know what happens to them after they leave his service. If they leave.

Still, as prospects go, she could do a lot worse. One of the other kingdoms vying for her hand is Queen Henrietta, or "Headless Henny" as the bard tales call her. Any perceived slight against her results in the culprit's head being hung in the throne room. The smell must be appalling.

If Ven turns out to be a different sort of monster, she already has plans in place with her guard to stage an "assassination" that will leave him dead and her the sole one in charge. She doesn't like having to make plans like that, but she's ruthlessly practical and doesn't want her people- or his- to be put in any danger.

It only takes five minutes of spending time with him to realize that he isn't dangerous and that the people in Tamari need an overhaul to their education system so that they stop accusing people with mental illness of being changelings and demons. Autism is something she's well-familiar with; her younger brother has it, and so does her lady's maid.

Ven was far more interested in beetles than in the running of a country, but given that the South, in Queen Henrietta's lands, was currently dealing with a crop-destroying infestation, she put him on the case. As a bonus, it should keep Headless Henny from claiming insult at the refusal of her marriage offer.

They settled in together happily, and while love wasn't something either of them was inclined towards, they nevertheless were boon companions and a more terrifying force together than anyone could have expected. She even introduced him to her hives.

[jinx-on-mars-19xx]

Can I just say... A BIG thing for abusers is to make themselves look like the victim. I admit Col played into the dark fairy tale a little too much himself but he was trying to follow her lead. Every time he said something about their relationship that sounded messed up, it was after she did or seemingly at her direction. If you notice, now he's saying absolutely nothing and being almost too much of a gentleman for the man who wrote-

You just a — hold up let me stop

The Henny shots got the petty talk comin I don't wanna have them thoughts running

Can't believe that I bust in a thot's stomach

-and literally every other line of this song. He's been hiding himself and incredibly quiet even while she tarnished this man's entire reputation to the media and public. Let's be real, she rarely ever wore the ring and I doubt it had anything to do with it hurting. I used to wear one shaped as stars and it was sharp yet it never cut or caused pain when I pulled it off. He was following her lead this entire time and lost so much of his own identity. I'm just so tired of seeing this going around or the rumors about her wrist. I'm tired of seeing 'save her' or whatever people run with simply from seeing a woman who was so desperate to be relevant again she traded a man's soul for it.

Maybe I sound dramatic but his quiet personality on the red carpet, his lost boy eyes, and the mania he talked about in Life in Pink broke my heart. I just hope he's finally free and can start to heal. MF can put her Pop Punk! Ken Doll™️ back in its box, but it's still been used and discarded. I look forward to when he's finally able to heal his pain from his lost child, his broken heart, and wounded pride. Maybe without her he can find his way, I just worry every time I see something about them still trying to work it out. It's a hard one to escape because they isolate you, make you feel like you're not worth it, and shame you till you feel lucky to have them. I hope he feels the love from everyone who truly cares and can stay strong. He deserves better.

[shiftdrawwing]

Brooooo hendrix is such a goofy guy i love him!!! How did he end up becoming an avatar? :0

SO glad you asked! A little bit of Leitner action, a little bit of his own doing as well. In terms of the Leitner, it's a small childrens book by the name "Fix the Toys" (inspired by Dorothy N. King's "Fix the Toys"), a little interactive book where various characters/toys are missing their heads, where-in you take the detached pieces of paper and slide them into the slot of their respective body.

When he was younger (around 11) and had been moved to the foster home's attic for unrelated reasons (I wasn't kidding when I said there's a lot to this guy), he'd found the book. As an 11 year old he immediately thought "Well this is stupid, I'm obviously so big and smart and wouldn't read this," and then proceeded to do read it. Only difference being, instead of matching up the heads to their bodies, he mixed and switched them around for fun. UNFORTUNATELY, Leitners are not canon and real in the campaign Hendricks is a part of, so I haven't developed it further than concept!

As for what really shoved him in the Stranger direction, it has everything to do with a feeling of un-want. He spent a lot of his childhood trying his hardest to get adopted out of the foster home, and it ended up leading to SEVERAL issues with his identity. Specifically, feeling so unwanted, he figured something must have been "broken" with him. One two skip a few, every attempt to "feel wanted" is futile; a family adopts him at 14 finally, turns out it was for malicious reasons, so when Henny put his foot down against the mother like "No I will NOT let you show me off like some trophy and then neglect me," she said "Okay then you can go back! <3" So thanks to that, he sloooolwy takes on the mindset of "Well if I'm unfixable, then I have to fix other people in order to be wanted! Obviously, this is the correct course of action." Skip some more- Silas (the kid that family already had before momentarily adopting Henny) being neglected pushes Henny to want to "fix" that mother. So he gives himself an opportunity, crafts an alibi, and "fixes" her to what he thinks would make her more "wanted." That's what kicks off his descent into avatar-hood! I've left out a lotttt of details for simplicity's sake, so if you want more info on a certain thing that I was more vague about/skipped through, lemme know!!! Thanks sm for the assssssk, talking about this man and this campaign gives me life <33333

[brehaaorgana]

Okay tqt fandom I have questions about Moira's Pen stories because I am confused.

Do you think the women at the Costis/Kamet household are all costis's relatives before Laela shows up?? There's three of them, all the kids call them aunty, that makes sense, right?

Costis has kids who are half siblings. IS THE IMPLICATION THEY'RE HALF SIBLINGS THROUGH LAELA??

IS THE REALIZATION IN GITTA'S STORY THAT SHE IS SACRED TO EUGENIDES?? because Eugenides means "wellborn," but Gita's name ALSO means wellborn.

Like Costis and Kamet are together but Laela can marry one of them and they all get something out of it, Kamet loves Laela (but is in love with Costis) and Laela gets taken care of and a family and freedom and peace, and Costis gets an heir. Am I reading that right? Help I just want to understand. Costis and Kamet are definitely still together. I love them. ;-;

Bc it's Phaedo who has STEP-siblings, but Timris has a Half-brother named Philo. So Thalia(?) married Dumonius who had been married before and already had kids(?) There's cousins also, so these could very well be Dumonius's sisters.

I think the thing throwing me off is that Timris is named as Costis's son. I can't remember if Laela is too old to have kids (?) But my theory works better if Timris was called Kamet's son, and Phaedo is his half-brother. I guess they both could've married women "all the papas," but then why not just explain. Kamet counts as a Papa, right??

Okay so it goes Eugenides & Attolia -> Eugenia [who becomes Queen of somewhere that isn't Attolia? They do call her queen! She obviously didn't become queen if Pheris is the Princess Thief] -> [someone] -> [someone & Brael Royalty] -> princesses Gitta & Hennis. Gitta will be marrying the prince of Ephestalia, who is most likely the descendent of Eddis's grandson (the Union King). Right?

...my takeaway here is that Gitta is going to be a Queen Thief, yes? She shares a translation of the Eugenides name, and is betrothed to the heir to Ephestalia, and Eugenia saw her and Knew she was sacred to Eugenides. Tykus knew and that's why he had her read Gen's books. Eugenia only concedes to the name Gitta because the meaning is the same(?)

How did Eugenia simply die by the fire? Was it because she didn't take an oath?

....IS FALLING ASLEEP COUNTING AS A DEATH BY A FALL, MWT?????

Is the rest of fandom also convinced the Goddess addressing Eugenides in QOA Alyta because she calls him "Little Thief," says he made an offering at her altar, and he doesn't remember her?

Relius and Teleus continue to be the ultimate. No questions. No notes.

I'm seeing other people talk about queerbaiting but tbh that was never my feeling? Even now? It feels very much like MWT just looked at how relationships worked in ancient Greece, and that's what she models it after. That Costis might have had a wife and children wouldn't have changed the fact that he's in love with and partnered to Kamet? Likewise we already knew Relius sleeps with everyone, but that Teleus is only ever with Relius, so it makes sense that Relius has a wife. I also think it makes sense for the captain of the guard to remain unmarried (like...you cannot hold a vow higher than your service to the monarch, style. If you want to be married, you leave the position.) Also we know having multiple lovers isn't unheard of (one of Gen's attendants and Baron Artadorus both have lovers.)

Maybe I'm just being too forgiving idk.

[donovanlizzie]

THE CORPSWOMAN

CHAPTER SIX - IT'S MORE DANGEROUS AT NIGHT

It was now night time, Eugene and Evangeline were lent against a cement pillar watching a young marine who looked about 19, counting. Evangeline then called over to him." What you doin' Daniels?" He looked over petrified, traumatised.

"Counting Japs " He timidly states then turned back around to continue what he was doing.

Evangeline  and Eugene both exchanged worried glances and she began to pick her nails.  Gunner Henny then went over to the poor boy and tried to order him to help 2nd  platoon load up but Heldaine stopped him. "Gunner, go find someone else, maybe Jenkins over the other side ?"  Henny nodded and moved away. "He can come with me, help me count the bandages and get himself some shut eye?" Evangeline offered looking over. Heldaine nodded slightly and crept forward taking the gun from Daniels. She  got up and wrapped her arm around the boy.  "Let's get you some sleep ?" She quietly  spoke once she had managed to get him up. " But there are so many to count" he spoke like a small child as she  led him to the sickbay. " I know sweetheart I know" Evangeline choked out, her  heart breaking for him, the poor soul.

By the time 08:00 came around everyone was moving out again, the cook was walking around with a pot handing out pork chops.  They weren't the best but after having to eat tinned shit for the last few weeks Evangeline was happy to eat something solid and not out of date. She ended up walking next to Eugene whist Shelton Parked himself next to him on the other side. "Saw you reading last night" he said looking over at Eugene slyly, " writing too"  "My bible?" Eugene replied glancing at Shelton wearily. " we ain't suppose to write shit down, give the japs valuable intale if they find it" Shelton carried on. "I guess I won't show it to them then" Eugene replied keeping his eyes forward and waking with the rest of the group. Shelton smirked satisfied with his answer. 

Evangeline's smile faded remembering the similar conversation she and Oswald had the night prior. 

"You got a smoke?" Shelton asked. Eugene pulled out two cigarettes, one for himself and one for Shelton. "Thanks Sledgehammer" Shelton grinned popping the cigarette in his mouth. " Sledgehammer?" Evangeline questioned grinning at the new nickname Shelton had given her friend. "I like it" She looked at Shelton and Eugene new deemed 'sledgehammer' and gave him a half smile. " you got it Raggedy Anne" Shelton winked making her  laugh " throwing your self around like a rag doll out there" . " Jesus Christ" Bill spoke up in amusement as he scurried up behind us along with Burgin. " don't worry Bill Layden , we'll call you bull-peen-hammer" Shelton called back. " A little hammer for a little man" Evangeline  chuckled making the guys laugh. " Alright rags .... snafu" Bill shot back," shit n ass .... fuck up". "Is that the best nickname you could come up with?" Evangeline  laughed. "Oh! A little joke from the little man!" Shelton, now deemed 'snafu' , joked back.

             K company  all followed Heldaine like lost puppies up the rocks, he said to them that they would be setting a perimeter for the Japanese soldiers. Evangeline had zoned out of the conversation he was having with Bill and Eugene, when the Japs has caught sight of us and began to fire. "Pull back! Let's go!" Hillbilly shouted dragging her by her bag pack (much to Evangeline's dismay) back down the slope to cover. By that point both Heldaine and Hillbilly , hell, the whole company  were all desperate to get a hold of coms, every attempt made was unsuccessful.

K company was stuck, sat in a small rocky trench trying to say as low as they could do theJaps wouldn't try to blow their heads off.       " I'm gonna have to go back , get more men up here and the orders changed" Heldaine finally announced. " Hillbilly if I don't come back the company's yours" He tapped Hillbilly on the shoulder and quickly ran off. " He's gonna come back right?" Eugene asked  " Disobey and you get  a court-martial" Shelton mumbled leaning back on a rock with another cigarette in his teeth.  Whilst they were waiting the marine who was in charge of handing out the post was wandering around.  " Sledge, Yoet, you two have something" he said handing the both of them their letters. " Thanks" Evangeline  stated bluntly noticing her mothers hand writing and putting in it her Brest pocket to read later.

__________________ It was now pitch black, Flares lit up the foxholes as k company  were now sitting in  darkness waiting for Heldaine to to come back. Henny was making the rounds telling everyone to make sure they had enough ammo and supplies for the night.  Gunner Henny was about 45 years old and had fought in world war 1.  He was part of the old breed, liked to do things the old way and stick to them.  " Did you hear the bullshit about the dog?" He grumbled leaning into our foxhole. " They think a dog can smell a Jap before I see one!" He scoffed.  " I have a dog back home" Eugene started quietly " his name is Deacon"  

Evangeline  glanced over at him and smiled as Henny ignored his input and contained; " if the Japs come through , high point with fixed bayonets and you nail em with H.E you got that?" He explained it like we were children, 

The guys nodded as he got up to walk away but then he bent back down and said " woof" and then walking away as normal. " what the fuck was that?" Shelton asked as the group all looked at each other slightly confused try to hold their  laughter in as it was noise discipline.  "Hey stove top boys - WOOF" Bill repeated mimicking Henny making them  laugh even harder, causing Shelton to wheeze.  _____________ Evangeline was sat next to Shelton as he slept once again, picking her thumbs, waiting for japs to make a move or a marine to hurt  himself.  "Remind me again why on gods earth you joined ?" Eugene asked again.  She turned to look at him with her eyebrow raised, " like I told you before, I want to help people, I was in need of a better paying job and to make my country proud" she replied. " And to find out how my brother died"  "Making your ma and pa proud?" He asked, looking over his shoulder at her. "Hopefully" Evangeline smiled slightly " That reminds me I have to reply to that letter that they sent me once I've read it" she mused tapping her breast pocket. "Read it" Eugene stated, " I wanna hear it ... if that ok?" He asked scooting closer to her. " sure" she  replied getting the letter out of her pocket. " Dear Evangeline," She began " your father and i are so happy to hear that you are doing alright where ever you are. Everyone in town is very worried about you but myself and your father know you'll be smart and safe. We hope-"     Evangeline's  reading was cut short by a small whimper that echoed through the foxholes. herself and Eugene carefully peaked put of the foxhole we were in as the cries got louder and louder. "What's that?" Shelton getting up , still half asleep. "Sounds like some guy having a nightmare" Eugene answered, watching Evangeline fold away her letter. "He'd better shut up before every jap on the island knows where we are" Shelton snapped now wide awake. "Quiet that man down!" Hillbilly whisper-yelled as the marines whimpers turned into wails.     Suddenly the man started screaming, wrestling any marine who tried to hold him down. "Yoet!" Hillbilly called over " get some morphine in him!"  Evangeline quickly grabbed her morphine needles and rushed over as more and more marines fought to hold the man down. "NO-NO-NO!" The poor man was yelling hysterically. "Give me his arm now!" She spoke as he flailed about. Once she had finally got hold of his arm and she was inches away from injecting him when he broke free, punching her  straight on the nose. Evangeline groaned in pain reeling back as blood now poured from her face. The marines were struggling again to regain control of the man.    The poor man was now begging for help as Henny began to punch him n a attempt to knock him out and shut him up. " Henny! Stop! Let me get to his goddamn arm!" She shouted in desperation trying to reach him once again. "Hit him with something!" Jay began to shout. Out of the corner of her eye, Evangeline  saw another young marine reach for the shovel he used to dig his foxhole with.  "No! Don't!" She tried to stop him but it was to late. The shovel hit the Boys head with a crack and he was finally silenced - lifeless. "God damn it" she breathed sitting back on the muddy ground and closing her eyes. "Everyone back in their holes" Hillbilly spoke eyeing Evangeline and her bloodied face. It was clear the poor bastard had broken her nose. " It had to be done Yoet, it had to " Hillbilly handed her a handkerchief. She thanked him and held it up to her  face to try and stop the bleeding and slunk back to the  fox hole. ———————————————————————————-

The next morning a blanket had been pulled over the young mans body.  "Rather him than all of us" Eugene spoke his eyes flickering between the body and Evangeline. "Sledgehammers right" Shelton answered " It had to be done".  The rest of the dead and wounded got piled onto trucks and tanks to be taken back to base to either be shipped to Australia to heal or sent back home to their families for their funerals.

Evangeline then walked over to Eugene. " You know, I think I'll take that cigarette now" She spoke breathing out sharply. "Here" Eugene stated putting a lit cigarette between her  teeth and taking the bloodied hankie form her hands. She  took a quick puff as he delectably wiped more dried blood from her face, making her wince slightly. "I'm no corpsman Rags, but you've got a messed up nose" he grimaced now fiddling with the grubby handkerchief. " Wow Sledgehammer, you really know how to talk to a lady!" Evangeline joked taking another puff of the cigarette.

"Na she ain't no Lady, A Lady wouldn't come to a place like this" Bill teased, walking past the two of them, puffing on a tiny stump of a cigarette butt before throwing it at Shelton's feet.

" Thank you" Evangeline mumbled taking the handkerchief back and tossing it to the ground, slightly laughing at Bills remark.

" Can it snafu" She quickly snapped, the group all walked on as Shelton began to snigger.

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Timmy’s story

#01.29.2023

Hit me up, give no fucks

Gettin' busy out the cut (huh, huh), nigga, what?

And we do it to 'em, it's a pity, sing a song

Shy nigga, but I think she pretty (ah), so it's on, baby (yeah)

Call to the lost, we deep, deep (huh)

Had it all twisted, dead wrong (yeah)

How do I find what I can't see?

Lord, I was born to be strong (hey)

Yes, yes, before I stress, I gotta get that feeling

This is just a sweet interlude, na-na

Amen, and the dices throw, they come in winning (yeah)

What's this hatin'? (Yeah) got no time, my boy (yeah)

Nah, man, no one could've saved me

Look around to see this shit made me (huh!)

They think they know me, I think not

Hey, see me, I control the plot (mm)

Healing but I'm living with some things, shit'll never stop

Yeah, caught in the moonlight

In the mirror, I used to hate what I'd see (mm)

Healing but I'm dealing with some things, shit'll never stop

Just another Monday, burning indica with my bruh

See them lames, they rollin', smokin' mid, not me, Kid (yeah)

Never trip, I'll burn that clip then run it back, call Plain Pat

Haters crumble, I'm they enemy, crazy fucker, no, don't envy, get that, ooh

I'm the only nigga standin', no, no, this ain't Henny

End of the days, baptized in fire, ooh, I'll survive for many, dude

And now we found new ground

Phony like to come around, bitches wanna cuff me, wow

And I'm feelin' whole, who would've thought for me?

See, nobody knows, still this hell on me (yeah)

Catch me dip through town, mind racing, rev-rev-revvin' (yeah, yeah)

See, won't count me out, zoomin' while I count my blessings (ooh)

But something's off, I can feel it (yeah)

My angel's gone (shh), and I'm fuckin' loaded

Nah, man, no one could've saved me (mm)

I look around and see this shit made me (yeah)

They think they know me, I think not

Hey, see me, I control the plot (mm)

Healing but I'm living with some things, shit'll never stop

Yeah, caught in the moonlight

In the mirror, I used to hate what I'd see (mmm)

Healing but I'm dealing with some things, shit'll never stop

Yeah, yeah

Mmm, mmm

Nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah

Yeah, yeah, mmm

Mmm, mmm

Nah-nah-nah-nah, nah-nah-nah