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[plushieanimals]

Anomalocaris plushie 🦐

[absfawn]

✿ soft and gentle abby who knows you get home a little later than she does, so she never hesitates to stop by your favorite flower shop, look around the different flowers, wishing just to buy you all of them, but almost knows that you would probably complain about there being no space for such beautiful plants, still she backtracks, spots the pretty roses on the far right instantly and that’s what she quickly picks up, kindly asks to be wrapped up and decorated neatly for her girl. her next stop is your favorite pastry place, you could never go wrong with those, she knows how much you adore them, which is why she subtly grumbles under her breath when she notices the cinnamon rolls that you love so much have sold out. they were the best seller, and now she was fighting with herself on what to get you next. always going with the next best thing after many arguments with herself, those apple pies with the small pastry heart on the top. you’ll love them, she thinks to herself once she’s paid for everything and walks out. 

✿ soft and gentle abby who spends a full hour setting up the dining table, with all your favorite fine china, new cutlery that you splashed out on randomly out of nowhere, makes sure to have your most loved wine glasses, and wine on standby. finally after minutes that felt like hours, a deep breath when she hears the door unlocking from the kitchen. the sound of you dropping your bag and shoes on the floor, then the long drawn-out sigh that exhales from your lips had her lips curving up into a smile because you’re seconds away from doing what you always do. her body relaxes subtly and suddenly when you appear out of nowhere, you usually take a minute for yourself and get into something comfortable, but you don’t, you reach her and press your chest against her back, and slump against her. cheek squished against into her shirt. “missed you” was all you mumble, enjoying the peace and safety she brought.

“missed you more,” abby chuckled, placing a hand on the one you had around her stomach, and patted lightly. “got you your favourites”

“hm?”

“they ran out of cinnamon rolls, but i got you those apple pies you like. with some of your favourite flowers, they’re in the living room. along with a bath that is waiting, rose petals and a lot of bubble bath, because you know, you are such a spoiled brat” abby muses, biting on her bottom lip when you slapped her chest playfully. “m’kidding baby, but go and take a bath. dinner won’t be ready for another hour. you deserve to relax”

her words had you melting against her, burying your face into her back as you tried to hide your shyness towards her words. “thank you, abs” you mustered out, finally squeezing her body gently. “you didn’t have to, but i appreciate it, i love you”

“i’d do anything for you, now go and relax. i’ll be in if you need anything or need my help.” she smiled, carefully stirring the sauce in the pot before turning her head slightly and kissing your temple softly. “i love you more, by the way. always more”

[timdoubleyou]

i found jay’s black jacket (an ID guide)

This black jacket is worn by Jay about 9 times throughout Marble Hornets, including his final appearance. And after some weeks of on-and-off research, I think I know the exact make and model.

This post will detail exactly how I found it, and serve as a guide for anyone that wants to find the jacket, whether that's for cosplay purposes, or if you're just keen on collecting items related to MH.

Main post under the cut

Intro

The first step to identifying the jacket was to gather as many references as possible.

I went back to the web series and took screenshots from any entries the jacket makes an appearance. (shoutout to mg549′s very comprehensive MH wardrobe guide, without it this would’ve been much more of a pain)

Jay's jacket is, for the most part, very plain. It's a solid color, full-zip jacket, without any particularly eye-catching logos or other details. I had to look for moments where even the slightest distinction appeared clear on camera, at least as distinct as it can be. Even if it was just close-ups to get the shape of a zipper, or how many buttons are on a sleeve, it was the best I got. While I did manage to find a decent amount of these, there was just one crucial detail that would've made finding it near-impossible; the brand is never shown. Thankfully, I had another resource.

In 2018 Troy Sold a Lot of Stuff

In early 2018, Troy officially announced that MH would be continued in a comic series. To fund the first issue, he held a number of auctions for production items used during the web series on Ebay.

These included items such as Jay’s camera, Brian’s hoodie, A Masky mask, and Jay’s black jacket.

Lo and behold, the jacket listing includes a picture with the brand in clear view. It's from Gap.

Ebay does not archive sold listings older than 90 days. However, Worthpoint, a website for valuing and pricing collectibles, does. Using Worthpoint I was able to find all of these items, (and a lot more, which can be found in this doc I submitted to Archive Hornets)

Identification

With the picture from the listing and the series screencaps, I had a complete ID list.

(Top image is from the Ebay listing, with the contrast adjusted a little for easier viewing. The bottom two images are from Entry #79)

The Gap logo (This specific logo dates the jacket being made anywhere between 1986 and 2009, when it first appears).

Front Zipper (Note the shape)

The two front pockets

The two buttons and pointed cuffs on each sleeve (Second one is a little hard to see but it's jusstt peeping out at the side)

The blue piping in the inner lining

The zipper in the right side inner lining

The gray mesh inner lining

With these in mind, I could now go to the next and longest step-

Finding the Jacket

I combed three resell sites; Ebay, Depop, and Poshmark. My main goal wasn't to actually purchase the jacket, (although, I would like to at some point) but to find a jacket listing that had every identifier, and have a more definite baseline for finding others. I needed to be sure what I had was enough to properly ID the jacket. The references I had stitched together were decent enough, but I wanted to see if there was something better out there.

After tons of page scrolling and tab-switching and comparing and contrasting, I finally got lucky.

(first two images are from crashthecloset's listing on poshmark, last six are from shannfo-76 on ebay)

I haven't bought one myself as of posting, but I feel pretty confident this is it. The jackets were already sold, but every marker seemed to be accounted for. It also revealed new ones, like the reflective pattern and pockets on the inner lining, (zipper on the right side pocket, button on the left pocket) and the materials tag.

With that, here's some final notes that may be helpful if you try looking for the jacket yourself:

Online sellers often describe it as a light jacket, a windbreaker, a 2-in-1, or 3-in-1.

"Gap Mens Black Jacket" is the search phrase I used the most since it yielded a (very) broad result pool.

Most of the jackets I found came from Poshmark or Ebay.

The exact size of Jay’s jacket is unclear. My best guesses are either a US Men’s S or M, since Jay was pretty skinny and of average height. I’ve only been able to find maybe 2 jackets that are a size M, one of which is the first pic in the photoset above.

Gap has sold other black jackets that look remarkably similar to Jay’s, and they do pop up on resell sites. One of these was so similar, the only discernible difference was the style of the logo. I highly recommend making sure it matches the exact one Jay had before purchasing. (It's also more than fine to ask/msg me if you have any doubts!) As long as you know what to look for, you shouldn’t have a problem finding at least one.

One detail that confounded me was this sleeve poking out of Jay's jacket. At first I thought he was wearing a long sleeve underneath, making this shot a continuity error since he appeared to Only be wearing the green short sleeve under the jacket.

@hivemite pointed out that this might be a two-in-one jacket, which has multiple layers for different types of weather. While I have not been able to see the sleeve outside of two shots in entry #79 and #80, one listing I found did describe it as a 3-in-1.

that's about it! hope this helps :)

[hogans-heroes]

Review of the digital/USB copy of Masters of the Air from Walmart (it's a wild ride)

So i was very curious when I found Walmart selling a USB drive with digital MOTA. It's not announced on physical copies anywhere? So I spent the $30 and waited.

It showed up in just a few days looking VERY sketch, literally a plain USB taped up in a piece of cardboard and bubble wrap.

At this point I was fairly certain this is “Ahoy matey-ed”🏴‍☠️☠️and with much trepidation I plugged it into my computer, with not very high expectation for the quality at best case scenario...

Lovely, this instills confidence.

All episodes are there, no idea what an .MKV file is but my usual computer media player can handle it. I click.

And

HOOOOOLY SHIT WOW IT WORKSSS!!!!????

NOT ONLY is the picture and audio quality really great (though definitely not as high definition as Apple TV), its easily navigable and HAS CAPTIONS in SO MANY languages??????

I'm seriously freaking out with excitement. The possibilities for gif makers and video editors and people who want screenshots is endless! These are all just files!

This is also fantastic news for people that don't have acess to Apple TV and having files on USB means there's no DVD region bs to deal with!! Power to the people!

Here's the link y'all. Christmas came early.

DISCLAIMER: Still seems suspicious and I'm not sure if it's 🏴‍☠️ or not, but then why being sold at Walmart?? Is there a company rivalry we're not privy to?

LAST NOTE: In case anyone can't get the USB for whatever reason, I have uploaded a "playlist" (wink) of my "favorite songs" that remind me of each episode on goog!e drive here. Quality isn't as good and no captions, but...in a pinch.

(Edit): It’s been brought to my attention that Walmart lets rando third party sellers sell under their name which BLOWS my mind and is ridiculous so order these at your own risk. You’re totally welcome to use the Google drive files or ask me to make you a usb from the files I have (which includes all the captions).🙌

[gothhabiba]

loving your falafel research saga and just wanted to ask - something I remember hearing about falafel is that while Israeli culture definitely appropriated it, the concept of serving it in pita bread with salads, tahini etc. is a specifically Israeli twist on the dish. I wonder if you found/know anything about that?

The short answer is: it's not impossible, but I don't think there's any way to tell for sure. The long answer is:

The most prominent claim I've heard of this nature is specifically that Yemeni Jews (who had immigrated to Israel under 'right of return' laws and were Israeli citizens) invented the concept of serving falafel in "pita" bread in the 1930s—perhaps after they (in addition to Jews from Morocco or Syria) had brought falafel over and introduced it to Palestinians in the first place.

"Mizrahim brought falafel to Palestine"

This latter claim, which is purely nonsense (again... no such thing as Moroccan falafel!)—and which Joel Denker (linked above) repeats with no source or evidence—was able to arise because it was often Mizrahim who introduced Israelis to Palestinian food. Mizrahi falafel sellers in the early 20th century might run licensed falafel stands, or carry tins full of hot falafel on their backs and go from door to door selling them (see Shaul Stampfer on a Yemeni man doing this, "Bagel and Falafel: Two Iconic Jewish Foods and One Modern Jewish Identity," in Jews and their Foodways, p. 183; this Arabic source mentions a 1985 Arabic novel in which a falafel seller uses such a tin; Yael Raviv writes that "Running falafel stands had been popular with Yemenite immigrants to Palestine as early as the 1920s and ’30s," "Falafel: A National Icon," Gastronomica 3.3 (2003), p. 22).

On Mizrahi preparation of Palestinian food, Dafna Hirsch writes:

As Sami Zubaida notes, Middle Eastern foodways, while far from homogeneous, are nevertheless describable in a vocabulary and set of idioms that are “often comprehensible, if not familiar, to the socially diverse parties” [...]. Thus, for the Jews who arrived in Palestine from the Middle East, Palestinian Arab foods and foodways were “comprehensible, if not familiar,” even if some of the dishes were previously unknown to most of them. [...] They found nothing extraordinary or exotic in the consumption, preparation, and selling of foods from the Palestinian Arab kitchen. Therefore, it was often Mizrahi Jews who mediated local foods to Ashkenazi consumers, as street food vendors and restaurant owners. ("Urban Food Venues as Contact Zones between Arabs and Jews during the British Mandate Period," in Making Levantine Cuisine: Modern Foodways of the Eastern Mediterranean, p. 101).

Raviv concurs and furnishes a possible mechanism for this borrowing:

Other Mizrahi Jewish vendors sold falafel, which by the late 1930s had become quite prevalent and popular on the streets of Tel Aviv. [...] Tel Aviv had eight licensed Mizrahi falafel vendors by 1941 and others who sold falafel without a license. [FN: The Tel Aviv municipality granted vending license to people who could not make their living in any other way as a form of welfare.] Many of the vendors were of Yemenite origins, although falafel was unknown in Yemen. [FN: Many of the immigrants from Yemen arrived in Palestine via Egypt, so it is possible that they learned to prepare it there and then adjusted the recipe to the Palestinian version, which was made from chickpeas and not from fava beans (ṭaʿmiya). Shmuel Yefet, an Israeli falafel maker, tells about his father, Yosef Ben Aharon Yefet, who arrived in Palestine from Aden [Yemen] in the early 1920s and then traveled to Port Said in 1939. There he became acquainted with ṭaʿmiya, learned to prepare it, and then went back to Palestine and opened a falafel shop in Tel Aviv [youtube video].]*

But why claim that Yemeni Jews invented falafel (or at least that they had introduced it from Yemen), even though its adoption from Palestinian Arabs in the early days of the second Aliya, aka the 1920s (before Mizrahim had begun to immigrate in larger numbers; see Raviv, p. 20) was within living memory at this point (i.e. the 1950s)? Raviv notes that an increasing (I mean, actually she says new, which... lol) negative attitude towards Arabs in the wake of the Nakba (I mean... she says "War of Independence") created a new sense of urgency around de-Arabizing "Israeli" culture (p. 22). Its association with Mizrahi sellers allowed falafel to "be linked to Jewish immigrants who had come from the Middle East and Africa" and thus to "shed its Arab association in favor of an overarching Israeli identification" (p. 21).

Stampfer again:

On the one hand (with regard to immigrants from Eastern Europe), [falafel] underscored the break between immediate past East European Jewish foods and the new “Oriental” world of Eretz Israel.** At the same time, this food could be seen as a link with an (idealized) past. Among the Jewish public in Eretz Israel, Yemenite falafel was regarded as the most original and tastiest version. This is a bit odd, as falafel—whether in or out of a pita—was not a traditional Yemenite food, neither among Muslims nor among Jews. To understand the ascription of falafel to Yemenite Jews, it is necessary to consider their image. Yemenite Jews were widely regarded in the mid-20th century as the most faithful transmitters of a form of Jewish life that was closest to the biblical world—and if not the biblical world, at least the world of the Second Temple, which marked the last period of autonomous Jewish life in Eretz Israel. In this sense, eating “Yemenite” could be regarded as an act of bodily identification with the Zionist claim to the land of Israel. (p. 189)

So, when it's undeniable that a food is "Arab" or "Oriental" in origin, Zionists will often attribute it to Yemen, Syria, Morocco, Turkey, &c.—and especially to Jewish communities within these regions—because it cannot be permitted that Palestinians have a specific culture that differentiates them in any way from other "Arabs." A culinary culture based in the foodstuffs cultivated from this particular area of land would mean a tie and a claim to the land, which Zionist logic cannot allow Palestinians to possess. This is why you'll hear Zionists correct people who say "Palestinians" to say "Arab" instead, or suggest that Palestinians should just scooch over into other "Arab" countries because it would make no difference to them. Raviv's conclusion that the attribution of falafel to Yemeni immigrants is an effort to detach it from its "Arab" origins isn't quite right—it is an attempt to detach it, and thus Palestinians themselves, from Palestinian roots.

"Yemeni Jews first put falafel in 'pita'"

As for this claim, it's often attributed to Gil Marks: "Jews didn’t invent falafel. They didn’t invent hummus. They didn’t invent pita. But what they did invent was the sandwich. Putting it all together.” (Hilariously, the author of the interview follows this up with "With each story, I wanted to ask, but how do you know that?")

Another author (signed "Philologos") speculates (after, by the way, falsely claiming that "falafel" is the plural of the Arabic "filfil" "pepper," and that falafel is always brown, not green, inside?!):

Yet while falafel balls are undoubtedly Arab in origin, too, it may well be that the idea of serving them as a street-corner food in pita bread, to which all kinds of extras can be added, ranging from sour pickles to whole salads, initially was a product of Jewish entrepreneurship.

Shaul Stampfer cites both of these articles as further reading on the "novelty of the combination of pita, falafel balls, and salad" (FN 76, p. 198)—but neither of them cites any evidence! They're both just some guy saying something!

Marks had, however, elaborated a little bit in his 2010 Encyclopedia of Jewish Food:

Falafel was enjoyed in salads as part of a mezze (appetizer assortment) or as a snack by itself. An early Middle Eastern fast food, falafel was commonly sold wrapped in paper, but not served in the familiar pita sandwich until Yemenites in Israel introduced the concept. [...] Yemenite immigrants in Israel, who had made a chickpea version in Yemen, took up falafel making as a business and transformed this ancient treat into the Israeli iconic national food. Most importantly, Israelis wanted a portable fast food and began eating the falafel tucked into a pita topped with the ubiquitous Israeli salad (cucumber-and-tomato salad).

He references one of the pieces that Lillian Cornfeld (columnist for the English-language, Jerusalem-based newspaper Palestine Post) wrote about "filafel":

An article from October 19, 1939 concluded with a description of the common preparation style of the most popular street food, 'There is first half a pita (Arab loaf), slit open and filled with five filafels, a few fried chips and sometimes even a little salad,' the first written record of serving falafel in pita. [Marks doesn't tell you the title or page—it's "Seaside Temptations: Juveniles' Fare at Tel Aviv," p. 4.]

You will first of all notice that Marks gives us the "falafel from Yemen" story. I also notice that he calls Salat al-bundura "Israeli salad" (in its entry he does not claim that European Jewish immigrants invented it, but neither does he attribute it to Palestinian influence: the dish was originally "Turkish coban salatsi"). His encyclopedia also elsewhere contains Zionist claims such as "wild za'atar was declared a protected plant in Israel" "[d]ue to overexploitation" because of how much of the plant "Arab families consume[d]," and that Israeli cultivation of the crop yielded "superior" plants (entry for "Za'atar")—a narrative of "Arab" mismanagement, and Israeli improvement, of land used to justify settler-colonialism. He writes that Palestinians who accuse "the Jews" of theft in claiming falafel are "creat[ing] a controversy" and that "food and culture cannot be stolen," with no reflection on the context of settler-colonialism and literal, physical theft that lies behind said "controversy." This isn't relevant except that it makes me sceptical of Marks's motivations in general.

More pertinent is the fact that this quote doesn't actually suggest that this falafel vendor was Yemeni (or otherwise) Jewish, nor does it suggest that he was the first one to prepare falafel in pitas with "fried chips," "sometimes even a little salad," and "Tehina, a local mayonnaise made with sesame oil" (Cornfeld, p. 4). I think it likely that this food had been sold for a while before it was described in published writing. The idea that this preparation is "Israeli" in origin must be false, since this was before the state of "Israel" existed—that it was first created by Yemeni Jewish falafel vendors is possible, but again, I've never seen any direct evidence for it, or anyone giving a clear reason for why they believe it to be the case, and the political reasons that people have for believing this narrative make me wary of it. There were Palestinian Arab falafel vendors at this time as well.

"Chickpea falafel is a Jewish invention"

There is also a claim that falafel originated in Egypt, where it was made with fava beans; spread to the Levant, including Palestine, where it was made with a combination of fava beans and chickpeas; but that Jewish immigration to Israel caused the origin of the chickpea-only falafal currently eaten in Palestine, because a lot of Jewish people have G6PD deficiencies or favism (inherited enzymatic deficiencies making fava beans anywhere from unpleasant to dangerous to eat)—or that Jewish populations in Yemen had already been making chickpea-only falafel, and this was the falafel which they brought with them to Palestine.

As far as I can tell, this claim comes from Joan Nathan's 2001 The Foods of Israel:

Zadok explained that at the time of the establishment of the state, falafel—the name of which probably comes from the word pilpel (pepper)—was made in two ways: either as it is in Egypt today, from crushed, soaked fava beans or fava beans combined with chickpeas, spices, and bulgur; or, as Yemenite Jews and the Arabs of Jerusalem did, from chickpeas alone. But favism, an inherited enzymatic deficiency occurring among some Jews—mainly those of Kurdish and Iraqi ancestry, many of whom came to Israel during the mid 1900s—proved potentially lethal, so all falafel makers in Israel ultimately stopped using fava beans, and chickpea falafel became an Israeli dish.

Gil Marks's 2010 Encyclopedia of Jewish Food echoes (but does not cite):

Middle Eastern Jews have been eating falafel for centuries, the pareve fritter being ideal in a kosher diet. However, many Jews inherited G6PD deficiency or its more severe form, favism; these hereditary enzymatic deficiencies are triggered by items like fava beans and can prove fatal. Accordingly, Middle Eastern Jews overwhelmingly favored chickpeas solo in their falafel. (Entry for "Falafel")

The "centuries" thing is consistent with the fact that Marks believes falafel to be of Medieval origin, a claim which most scholars I've read on the subject don't believe (no documentary evidence, + oil was expensive so it seems unlikely that people were deep frying anything). And, again, this claim is speculation with no documentary evidence to support it.

As for the specific modern toppings including the Yemeni hot sauce سَحاوِق / סְחוּג (saHawiq / "zhug"), Baghdadi mango pickle عنبة / עמבה ('anba), and Moroccan هريسة / ח��יסה ("harissa"), it seems likely that these were introduced by Mizrahim given their place of origin.

*You might be interested to know that, despite their Jewishness mediating this borrowing, Mizrahim were during the Mandate years largely ethnically segregated from Eastern European Zionists, who were pushing to create a "new" European-Israeli Judaism separate from what they viewed as the indolence and ignorance of "Oriental" Jewishness (Hirsch p. 101).

This was evidenced in part by Europeans' attitudes towards the "Oriental" diet. Ari Ariel, summarizing Yael Raviv's Falafel Nation, writes:

Although all immigrants were thought to require culinary education as an aspect of their absorption into the new national culture, Middle Eastern Jews, who began to immigrate in increasing numbers after 1948, provoked greater anxiety on the part of the state than did their Ashkenazi co-religionists. Israeli politicians and ideologues spoke of the dangers of Levantization and stereotyped Jews from the Middle East and North Africa as primitive, lazy, and ignorant. In keeping with this Orientalism, the state pressured Middle Easterners to change their foodways and organized cooking demonstrations in transit camps and new housing developments. (Book review, Israel Studies Review 31.2 (2016), p. 169.)

See also Esther Meir-Glitzenstein, "Longing for the Aromas of Baghdad: Food, Emigration, and Transformation in the Lives of Iraqi Jews in Israel in the 1950s," in Jews and their Foodways:

[...] [T]he Israeli establishment was set on “educating” the new immigrants not only in matters of health and hygiene, [77] but also in the realm of nutrition. A concerted propaganda effort was launched by well-baby clinics, kindergartens, schools, health clinics, and various organizations such as the Women’s International Zionist Organization (WIZO) and the Organization of Working Mothers in order to promote the consumption of milk and dairy products, in particular. [78] (These had a marginal place in Iraqi cuisine, consumed mainly by children.) Arab and North African cuisines were criticized for being not sufficiently nutritious, whereas the Israeli diet was touted as ideal, as it was western and modern. […] [T]he assault on traditional Middle Eastern cuisines reflected cultural arrogance yet another attempt to transform immigrants into “new Jews” in accordance with the Zionist ethos. Thus, European table manners were presented as the norm. Eating with the hands was equated with primitive behavior, and use of a fork and knife became the hallmark of modernity and progress. (pp. 100-101)

[77. On health matters, see Davidovich and Shvarts, “Health and Hegemony,” 150–179; Sahlav Stoller-Liss, “ ‘Mothers Birth the Nation’: The Social Construction of Zionist Motherhood in Wartime in Israeli Parents’ Manuals,” Nashim 6 (Fall 2003), 104–118.]

[78. On propaganda for drinking milk and eating dairy products, see Mor Dvorkin, “Mif’alei hahazanah haḥinukhit bishnot ha’aliyah hagedolah: mekorot umeafyenim” (seminar paper, Ben-Gurion University, 2010).]

**On the desire to shed "old, European" "Jewish" identity and take on a "new, Oriental" "Hebrew" one, and the contradictory impulses to use Palestinian Arabs as models in this endeavour and to claim that they needed to be "corrected," see:

Itamar Even-Zohar, "The Emergence of a Native Hebrew Culture in Palestine, 1882—1948"

Dafna Hirsch, "We Are Here to Bring the West, Not Only to Ourselves": Zionist Occidentalism and the Discourse of Hygiene in Mandate Palestine"

Ofra Tene, "'The New Immigrant Must Not Only Learn, He Must Also Forget': The Making of Eretz Israeli Ashkenazi Cuisine."

[dark-bakura1]

Stolen Artwork on Amazon

Hey guys, I found some fnaf and especially Sun/ Moon backpacks on my Amazon search…. that I can't imagine the sellers have permission to use. Some of the pictures look familiar to me, but i dont know, who is the artist. The whole thing goes over pages where backpacks with artwork are sold (And also other stuff...).

Here is a product with a choice of different motifs

Here is the link to the complete Backpack

I also found blankets with presumably stolen motifs

And notebooks

And hoodies

And poster (One is sold for fucking 145 euros?!) The search here is partly totally screwed up. Under the poster search on the second page you can also find hoodies, backpacks and stuff with stolen motifs, between regular game merch, so take a really close look…

PLEASE look closely - I know it's a hell of a lot. But if you can attribute any artwork to artists, please tag them. Share this as often as possible so that as many of our community as possible can see it. I'm not assuming that the creators and artists themselves are selling this, let alone have given their 'okay'. The whole thing goes on for pages. Sometimes more fnaf content, but in between there's always sun/Moon stuff. I hope everyone who has had their intellectual property stolen here is found and can do something about it… I fell over backwards when I saw the extent of it. Also if you know any of the other fnaf stuff, let the artists know!

[eldal0te]

He plans on building himself a cabin in the woods, away from civilization and regaining the contact with others slowly. 

If it were his decision, Maedhros would probably go on and start appearing publicly again, but it might be kinder on other people not to. He’s relearning self-control and respecting boundaries, he’s not going to leap into politics immediately. (He will get into politics again soon, that much he is sure of, just not perhaps this soon.)

The cabin in the woods sound more appalling every time he thinks about it. Too far away from people, how is he meant to re-accustom others to his presence when there are no others around?

He mentions so much to Caranthir the next time he ends up laying on his brother’s couch, smoking some suspicious leaves Amrod apparently dropped of a few weeks earlier and Moryo just laughs. 

„We have a house on Tol Eressea. My wife hates the island, but the taxes for selling property there are horrendous.”

„You’re offering I could stay there?”

„Transferring property to family is free. Promise to reimburse us sensibly once you are able and it’s yours.”

„Your wife won’t mind?”

„She’s been offering the house to every reasonable relative, you’re the first who even considers it. Trust me, she’ll be delighted”

„You know, you were always my favorite brother”

(In a hindsight, he should have probably asked why does his sister in law hate this house so much.)

The first time he saw her, Maedhros was convinced he had seen a ghost.

(She lives on this island, it’s the newest, biggest market they just opened. Why should she not be there?)

(If only he haven’t seen her on bloody a marketplace before.)

The second time it happens, Elwing sees him too and freezes. He considers approaching and apologizing, but Fingon keeps giving him the talks about giving people space, so instead he just nods and gets out of there.

(He considers mentioning that meeting to Fingon, but decides against it. They are only starting to be at ease with one another again and that would worry him too much.)

They keep running at one-another and he knows she’s uncomfortable. He is too. For a brief moment, he plans on giving up this doubtful pleasure (really, new market or not, why are there so many people there, all buying spices?) and going back to shopping on a smaller, local market but then she deliberately snatches the last pink melon from the stand after seeing him reach for it and that really pisses him off. 

(Fingon was going to visit, and considering how one flavor he always adored was that of pink Vanyarin melons, Maedhros really doesn’t think he can be blamed for his later actions.)

A week later, he overhears her talking to a woman he can only assume to be Galadriel’s daughter about needing to buy cloves for Earendil’s favorite dish and promptly makes sure to purchase all the remaining ones.

It’s a war now and there’s no knowing who will break down first.

Afterwards, it would be foolish not to expect a retaliation, so the next time Fingon visits he makes sure to get to the market extra early. He reaches the melon-seller, just to be informed that all of the fruits have already been sold out.

A seagull laughs at him.

Better person would have given in. Luckily, he really doubts that Elwing sees him as a better person.

He persuades Caranthir to help him bribe the vendor into sending the next month’s delivery of cloves directly to his house.

(In a hindsight, the unfortunate chain of the house’s ownership is to be blamed on birds. They shit on the porch constantly. Elwing really does not control the local pigeons (but will not, under any condition, ask them to stop, not while he is holding the cloves hostage). It’s not her fault he moved into this neighborhood. They even exchange a couple of semi-polite letters on this matter.)

A couple of years latter, Elrond almost gets an aneurysm after coming across his mother and Maedhros shopping together and discussing which of the vendors has the best tomatoes. 

[pricescancerstickk]

Vladimir Makarov x Reader

(C.w mentions of death, tell me if I missed any, au different than the game.)

W.c : 1.0k

It was a shocker how you’d been those receiving gifts. The writing in russian had given it away, You’d think he was trying to hide the fact it was him but really, he seemed like he was toying with you. You knew he wasn’t the type of guy to write or send letters, Makarov preferred luring in his victims, but to you he was making it obvious it was him

He haunted you for so many years.

The way the screen cuts to the next scene just made you wonder. If he was dead or alive. But the one with a gift box and a note attached to it?

That note in russian. It was too much to bear. Makarov was alive and out to find out where you were and get his revenge against 141. But for you, this was a warning to be on your guard too. For you.

Makarov couldve been anywhere in the world. You thought to yourself. But how would you know? That bastard knew you. You were hiding-. If makarov finds what he wants. There is no stopping what he would do. He was a cruel bastard. And he probably would not only want revenge. That was in his nature the man had only known destruction his entire life, with a bleeding heart and hadn’t shown any guilt for the killing of bystanders

It brings you to his partner in crime almost, Ivan

ivan. A trained mercenary in the group of elite killers that Vladimir had. If you were captured by someone like him. Then you would most likely be dead within the day if not the hour. Ivan, the ultranationalist. The second most important man to makarov’s group. But even he hadn’t a clue where your location was. You had been in hiding for quite some time after 141 disbanded. But makarov had the ability to get you in some sort of way. Whether by his men, or himself. Ivan... He was makarovs partner in crime to a certain point. You had seen him before. But one that wasn’t as dangerous as makarov. It was ivan who got you, but makarov who is sending the notes and the warnings. Ivan, ivan can’t track you. He is just a soldier. But makarov? He is a leader. He probably knows where you are already..

That bastard would probably be coming after you himself now. You needed to keep hiding. If not that, then run. He probably knows more about you than you think. Makarov could be hiding in a forest and then he could pop up right behind you in an instant. You thought to yourself. But you know. You would never run. Even if it meant you could be dead.. You would not run.

You only remembered Vladimir to be the same guy who was selling carpets back then,,

a carpet seller. A carpet seller was the man who was the cause of everything...a simple carpet seller. Makarov a simple carpet seller. It sounded a bit foolish but at the same time you had been living in the arab world for most of your life, so it made sense that such a thing could happen. But makarov? He was supposed to be a good man, an honest good man who did not mean any wrong. But he had been wrong from the start. So wrong. It was all a front. Atleast that was where you had first met him. His little carpet shop. A man in the east world selling carpets. Nothing wrong with that. Was he an honest man though? Now you question those very words. Was he really? It was all a facade. A facade behind all the atrocities that he must’ve been doing. All the people that have suffered under his cruel reign. All the people he had sold weapons too. The soldiers that he had killed. That he himself was hiding away and making himself out to be a saint.

When really he was the devil in disguise, you were hiding in the dark corner of the warehouse. He had seen you. And you hadn’t known what had happened. You felt his gaze upon you. So you kept to that corner. Waiting for the opportunity to get out and away. But you never got that opportunity. The base was now in flames and 141 was no more. It had been the end of days for them. But it had also been the end of days for you in a way, you were a hunted girl. With no friends or anyone to turn too.

You had no one to turn to. It was that night he had you in the corner of the wall That night he had you in the corner. So many other things had happened. But the image of him was burnt into your mind. The memory of him seeing you had been seared into your brain. His stare. The cruel look in his eyes. The look of a predator, like a lion stalking its prey. And the prey had found itself cornered. The prey was you. The hunted. Hunted yet again. You had nothing against the Russian. Albeit, yes he was the enemy. He killed millions and was responsible for the lives of them, you didn’t have anything personal against him, but even if that was that, he still needed to get rid of.

Necessarily, he wasn’t planning on killing you, but then it really struck him when you were bold to try and infiltrate their base, but he had caught you that night.

Makarov was a vile man, the damage he caused was immense and it began with a carpet shop?

“убери от меня руки!” You begged , pleas falling on deaf ears as he made his way around to you. He was mocking you with how slow he was going, harsh nails digging into your wrists, slamming you down on the floor pinning you down, the harsh stare in his eyes burned through you, it was engraved into your mind. You wrists had turned red it ached like hell

“So my little whore knows Russian?”

Your knees began to tremble at the sound of his voice alone. That one sentence was enough to shake you to the core and cause any confidence you had left to be stripped away from you. You wanted to cry and shake in fear. But instead you froze. Your knees trembled. And you felt as though you had just walked into the belly of the beast, you despised him, you wished the nightmare would be over, he was responsible for the death of all your friends.

But he was still after you, you didn’t know why. You wouldn’t know. If it was put more into summary,

He thought of you more as a toy then a enemy.

[iamthatwhich]

If you menstruate and are on a path of zero-waste, avoiding plastics, avoiding toxic chemicals, minimizing your footprint, or all of the above, then you’ve likely been faced with a frustrating conundrum: Menstruating is a natural part of your life, but there doesn’t seem to be too many ‘clean’, safe options to deal with it.

First off, let me say that I have been off and away from mainstream menstrual care for over 14 years, including birth control (wrecked my hormones), and storebought sanitary products (full of harmful chemicals like bleach, perfume and hormone-disrupting PFAs!). I have used silicone cups, discs, and cloth pads, and have a lengthy and thorough review of how they are used and what brands I prefer up on my Patreon.

However, for today I want to focus on one tried and true item: The pad.

Pads have been around for centuries- longer if you include their earlier predecessor, The Rag. However, in this time we’ve come pretty far to create a more secure, clean and manageable item— though the creation of the chemically-treated, plastic lined disposable pad has been a regrettable pit stop.

Cloth pads are great because they come in a wide range of colors and patterns (making them more appropriate for more kinds of menstruating people, including men and children) and can be reused for years if cared for properly. Over the past decade, they’ve gone from being available solely from independent sellers on sites like Etsy to  being sold alongside menstrual cups in the ‘alternative’ period care section of many stores. You can also specifically buy  pads made from organic or natural materials and avoid petrol-based textiles.

However, a downside here is that purchasing pads can still be expensive even if you aren’t buying direct from an indie seller. Now, it’s not that they aren’t worth every penny; having made 3 sets myself I fully understand the time, skill and materials that go into making them. But the fact of the matter is that under late-stage capitalism, paying the higher up-front cost for a set of reusable pads can be daunting, even if you know it’s cheaper in the long run (and it is). If you have access to fabric, a sewing machine, and sewing skills, you can half the price, and I’m going to show you  how. The cost of fabric can even be lowered by recycling old towels and clothing and I’ll talk about what you need in the tutorial! As a set of good cloth pads can last from 4-6 years or more, this is a great, frugal and eco-friendly option!

Additionally, I’m going to tell you how to wash and care for your pads since working with reusable pads is way different than just wrapping them up and throwing them in the trash.

For the step by step directions, photos and care tutorial, click here to read for free on my Patreon. All of my content is Patron-supported and Patrons also receive private and early-release posts! If you appreciate my work, feel free to visit my membership page and choose the tier that works for you.

Free tutorial here.

Tips + Thank yous Insta

[tenaciousgay]

Landlord bootlickers think landlords are important to the rental market because when they leave, the properties go off the rental market, as if the properties cease to exist, rather than being shifted to the sellers market and sold. This logic exists in a vacuum. The vacuum of pro landlord brain rot. In reality, landlords have taken property from the private sellers market, which otherwise would have been bought by people to live in, such as couples or familes etc, but instead have become part of an investment portfolio. This is where the propaganda begins. Landlord stans will claim that the landlord putting the property up for rent to be rented by, the family or couple or person who got outbidded on the private market by the landlord, is a good thing because it is providing a market. They will never acknowledge that the property has been horded, stolen right out from under the people who want to buy it to live in. Instead you get this cognitive dissoance about how the landlords are providing a service and we should all be grateful, and to never call out landlords on being scum of the earth when they pull shit such as putting a bed up on the market for rent, in a shared room, in a shared house.

They will never admit that by forcing a landlord to sell up, that it will be a net benefit to the rental market by reducing demand. That's one less family/couple/person looking for a place to rent and will be able to buy. That's a good thing, especially during this housing crises. There are too many people on the private rental market because they have no choice. They need a place to live, and the private rental market really isn't sutiable and the options are slim already. So this pro landlord propaganda rubs me the wrong way. Why should we bend over backwards to cater to them? Their apologists act like when a landlord enters the rental market that the property they are offering just spontaneously pop into existence! And extend that thinking to when landlords sell up, that the property ceases to exist. It's magical thinking, but I don't put that past much people in this country to be perfectly honest.

[tartrazeen]

I feel like some folks don't understand what'll happen if Tumblr runs out of money.

I think that's why so many are doing the whole "we have to donate right now or else they can't make the changes we've been asking for" thing.

As a business major...

... allow me to enlighten you on exactly what'll happen if Tumblr fails to generate "enough" revenue.

Here it is!

They sell the site.

That's it.

You may remember this as being "the thing that happened the last time." Which last time, since there have been many? Exactly. Pick any of those blips in the rear-view mirror.

The site doesn't disappear or get deleted. Per capitalism, it fundamentally can't be. Automatic put money into this site, and they will not be leaving without getting money out of it one way or another: by monetizing us through Tumblr Live and tracking and no icons and letting terfs and racists roam free, or by trying to recover their loss if that never works at a turning a profit and they give up 'cause we're too high-maintenance.

This is normal Business. We're fine. Staff is pushing this so hard because they aren't fine, but if they go (i.e. "run out of money"), we get a new stepdaddy.

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And they will sell us long before we ever get to a 'boo-hoo delete the site' point because we live in a society under capitalism. You don't delete money. You sell it off to the next greedy corp. as a last resort so you get anything back on your failed investment.

Here - have some more details about that if you want:

Along with selling the site, someone else buys the site. This is the more important and yet even funnier/easier/more empowering-to-users half of the equation.

When someone sells something, it's to recoup a loss or realize a gain on their side - but either way, it's because there's something that's still valuable within the asset. Part of the sales pitch to new buyers is to therefore say, "Hey, look how profitable this website could be if you were able to tap into it the right way! Uh, why couldn't we do that? Uhhhhhhhhhhh."

The answer to that question relies heavily on why the site's being sold. If it's - as it's currently heading - along the lines of "Users are so delighted to give us money that they'll basically buy whatever you throw at them, but we're not in the business of doing infinite growth, so we're selling this to someone else who can manage that part and we'll start again with a different website." That's the best-case scenario for sellers and buyers. It's their win/win. It's them saying "I would keep making money but I don't have the infrastructure to get it all, so we're selling it to someone who can."

The answer that Yahoo got when they first bought it was some hilarious bullshit like, "Oh, uh, yeah, they're gonna be the .pdf of the future. Don't wanna miss that." Which is hilarious because it was more or less tricking Yahoo into buying a bucket of goblins. That was a win/lose on Yahoo's side, 'cause they fell for it and the old sellers got to escape with their losses cut and some money in their pocket. Same for when Verizon got it, although Yahoo was probably more honest in saying, "We didn't know this site had bees in it." Enough of a win for Yahoo to sell it, a lose on Verizon's side because they didn't know wtf to do with those bees either.

Automatic came in like, "Omg. Bees in a website. With money. We can monetize this. We can get rid of the bees. We'll take that off your hands for you, Verizon!"

And Verizon was like, "oh thank god, give us any cash you can spare"

And Automatic paid that assuming they would figure out how to finally crack through Tumblr's lack of profitability to get our sweet sweet money honey. They're forcing through Tumblr Live, for example, because if it works, they'll eventually find the optimal equation between "lose the unprofitable users" and "make maximum money." It's the same reason EA is in the business of microtransactions and doesn't give a damn about people complain until enough people reject it to actually hurt their bottom line.

If Automatic fails to do that?

They're just another Yahoo and Verizon. They sell it to the next sucker they can trick into thinking the site's a money-maker "in the right hands lmaooooo". They give up, essentially, but there's more money to be had in passing it on while the site still actively has users than it is to destroy the site entirely - because then you can't sell it for as much.

So feel free to dig in your heels and resist every single change! Send all your feedback! One-star the app! Delight in staff saying, "You're just making it harder for us!"

Yeah, good! Making staff's life harder is actually the goal. The harder we are to monetize in XYZ way, the more they have to decide if it's worth a new approach or cutting their losses. The less money they get, the more they have to either revert back to less profitable but tolerated options, or the closer they get to selling the site that's been publicly documented to hate XYZ tactics.

The worse reception these changes get, the closer the users get to an outright revolt, the more other companies go, "Eeee. You can't trick us into thinking they can be monetized." And that pushes Automatic towards one of two options:

Unload their "bad asset" onto someone else ASAP, with as positive of a spin on Tumblr's profitability as they can create

Keep the asset but accept that XYZ feature or tactic isn't getting them the cash they want, so try something else.

It's that simple. They're difficult for users to corner Automatic, of course, because Automatic bought this site with "The users are gonna try to boycott lol" rainy day funds and a lot of optimism that they could 'break' the userbase. But that's a corporate spirit that erodes once they really aren't making the money they thought they would.

Who knows? With enough documented resistance, the next owners might go in ready to embrace the existing Tumblr culture, especially if they can be convinced of how unique it is. You have nothing to lose with Automatic because they aren't interested in that. Quit panicking, this is all normal, and it's quite literally just a waiting game.

Continue to panic publicly, though! That does help. :) No - seriously, that affects Tumblr's external marketability and monetization potential, which further pushes Automatic into one of those two "sell or submit" options lmaoooo

[lokisasylum]

You know shit's going DOWNHILL for Hybe when they start PAYING the SAME journalist who defamed and downplayed Jimin's achievements on Billboard Hot 100, and every other record he got without the company's push to start fabricating dating rumors in order to use that artist as a shield from the backlash the company's already facing under the allegations being made/exposed by MHJ.

Such as the fact that Bongo tried to bribe MHJ into accepting him having NewJeans' album sales inflated so they could "beat aespa's record".

ALSO:

(The OP is referring to 2022 when "With You" was released and Jimin's personal information was sold to antis, who spread it to the media to make it seem like Jimin hadn't paid his apartment's rent [its called "health insurance", but in reality its apartment rent] in 3 months, when at the time BTS had been on tour in the US and therefore Hybe should have absorbed the payments until their return. But a manager who was in charge of delivering the mail stole Jimin's for those 3-4 months in order to sell it to antis on DCGallery. And Hybe "allegedly" had no knowledge that this was happening right under their noses and put up that halfassed apology.

And the girl group OP is referring to is Lesseraphim, since at the time one of the former members, Garam, got involved in a very ugly scandal that resulted in her getting kicked out of the agency. OG Armys know about Bighit/Hybe's past scandal with their first gg GLAM and without the fabricated distraction using jimin's mail, this would've put BH/Hybe under a very shitty position infront of investors. )

(Yes, you read all that right, Hybe personally chooses/hires problematic journalists in order to PAY THEM to write articles that favor THE COMPANY. Even if it means damaging their own artist's image/reputation. Like what they've been doing to Jimin since FACE was released last year. ALL of those Weverse Magazine articles that targeted, defamed, downplayed Jimin's achievements, but favored and praised ANOTHER MEMBER, were all PAID and APPROVED by Hybe themselves.

Jimin stans have been warning and talking about this since last year, but nobody believed us. They thought we were throwing baseless allegations "out of jealousy" only for it to be brought to light in the end.

The sales that were stolen and erased from Jimin's album so that he wouldn't get the record of "First 1Million Seller Ksoloist"? Got proven with an official Retail Chart near the end of year that proved Jimin's album had not only sold MORE copies than the other members, but he was the only member who's numbers matched the pre-order with the ones that were actually bought AND shipped/delivered to actual fans (and not some warehouse in China without owners only to be discarded in alleys, train stations and bathrooms << ).

I wrote something similar to this last year around June, how we should be cautious of content Hybe would be releasing in the following months; with possible shipping content included to benefit only ONE member who was obviously being favored above the others to prove a point.

That the company isn't blind, they KNOW which member currently has a large following of unique loyal fans and if said member wasn't the company's favorite they will do everything they can (rumors, scandals, forced shipping content, ect) to wear out the solo fans and make them leave that member to make him dependent only on the group's fandom or company support (even if its nonexistent).

And it amused me the amount of shippers and company stans that got hella triggered by that post I wrote, even though in the end it all came true.

As for that problematic (crazy bitch) girl from IG claiming to be "jimin's gf" ? Just know that she's been doing this since 2018 to MANY male Idols/Public figures for clout (i guess it helps to boost her already TANKING career as a mediocre "actress").

Hell, she even at some point in the past 2 or 3 years claimed to be f*cking JK too.

[whumpsday]

October 2023 - Vampire Whump!

thought i'd go ahead and make a rec post with some of the actively-updating vampire whump series out there!

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A New Beginning by @a-crumb-of-whump - "23 year old Ryker comes to visit his parents with plans to take the family “pet” home with him." [vampire whumpee]

Bloodbag by @whumpy-writings - "Tobias is a vampire, living out his boring nights in the city of Cesvic. His life is turned upside down when he rescues a human called Bloodbag." (Side story to Of Vampires and Men) [vampire caretaker]

From Dust to Ashes by @clickerflight - Two intertwining stories: "Joseph watched his closest friend die at the hands of cultists, who then carved out his heart and kept buried him in a silver box. Recovery is not easy." / "5000 years ago, a hippo hunter was hunted down and chained to a pole in the sun. When he is discovered, his rescuer turns out to not have good intentions with what she plans to do with him." [vampire whumpees]

Magnanimous Moonrise & Savage Sunset and Savage Sunset Choose Your Own Adventure by @not-a-space-alien - "Alexis and Ariana are partners and vampire hunters, trying to protect as many people as they can from the horrors of a world where vampires see humans as cattle, fair game for being snatched up and taken home as food. Valen is a vampire on a mission…one which unfortunately puts him at odds with vampire hunters, who aren't happy about such a creature being so deep within their territory." (The main story is on hiatus, but the interactive story is actively updating!) [vampire whumpee]

The Forgotten Heirs by @cupcakes-and-pain - "When the Duke’s youngest daughter, Blair, did not develop persuasion or hunting instincts, they all but abandoned her. Eric, her older brother, was the only one in her family that ever acknowledged her. When Eric mysteriously disappears, she is forced to accept the untimely demise, grieve, and move on best she can. Meanwhile, a lonely enslaved Eric is passed around from cruel owner to cruel owner, longing for home and slowly breaking under the stress." [vampire whumpee]

The Rare Bookseller by @oliversrarebooks - "The story of Oliver, a seller of rare books who is kidnapped and sold at a high-end auction for vampires to purchase thralls." [vampire whumpers]

one nontraditional rec: i've recently posted one of the prologues from the ttrpg Vampire the Masquerade: Chapters, which is chock-full of vampire whump. love this game and thought vampire whumpblr might enjoy this part of it. you can read it here! [vampire whumpee, vampire whumpers]

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feel free to comment with more recommendations!

[xxscarletxrosexx]

SpyxFamily x Ultrizon: Banquet Series -- Acrylic Stands (Part 1)

The limited edition Ultrizon collab was my first full-set purchase of the Spy x Family acrylic stands and acrylic keychains. I recall that I had paid 20 acrylic stands, 20 acrylic keychains, and 2 washi tape. The only thing I did not purchase were the buttons simply because I don't collect buttons. Also, the price quickly became expensive because of TWO international shipping (China > Thailand > US). The proxy seller I had purchased from ordered on my behalf.

If you'd like to try finding them yourself, I've provided some info below:

Title: Spy x Family x Ultrizon - Banquet Series Series/Model: Banquet Series Release Date: April 29, 2024 - May 7, 2024 (?) Company: Ultrizon Origin: China Price: $11.50 Shop: Chibishiba Shop

My understanding is that all collab merch should be treated as limited edition merch. However, what made the Ultrizon collab rare is that these acrylic stands must be pre-ordered at the time of the event, which took place between April 29, 2024 - May 7, 2024 (or maybe May 7 was the second round of orders? I can't remember). To my knowledge, two of my moots and I were the only ones who ordered them in our discord group at the time. To increase our chances of getting a full set, each of us purchased a few more acrylic stands. That way, if any of us got duplicates, we'd be able to provide what the other was missing. I, on the other hand, was paranoid as fuck that I was not taking any chances, so I bought 2 full sets (18 acrylic stands) and 2 more just to round up.

Hear me out: the seller didn't mention that there was an option for purchasing a complete set. I was only asked how many acrylic stands I wanted to buy (so obviously, I did the same with the acrylic keychains). And because this was also my first time purchasing a gacha (random) product, I was under the impression that it was really gonna come down to luck; so that added more fuel to my anxiety. that there was a possibility that I'll end up with multiple dupes rather than getting a complete set or two.

Fortunately, all three of us got the complete set. I also ended up getting 2 complete sets and 2 extra dupes of different characters. We were all so happy about this. This had to be the most stressful proxy purchase I've ever had so far.

Reflecting on this experience, I realize my decisions were actually quite wholesome despite being such a financially stupid decision--I admit that I did lose a lot of money for it (because I forgot to factor in shipping fees when selling it off to them at the time), but it made me feel happy that I had unawaringly provided a second chance for our moots to get them and deepened our bond and rapport. That being said, unfortunately, I had quickly sold out in a matter of days.

Loid Forger (Ver. 1)

Loid Forger (Ver. 2) -- Mercari

Yor Forger (Ver. 1) -- Mercari

Yor Forger (Ver. 2)

TwiYor

Anya Forger and Bond Forger (Ver. 1)

Anya Forger and Bond Forger (Ver. 2)

Yuri Briar -- Mercari

Damian Desmond -- Mercari

Franky Franklin

My favorite chaotic clown energies (also Loid but not pictured with them):

As of today, the Ultrizon acrylic stands are incredibly difficult to find. A moot of mine reported that she could not find them on Amiami or Buyee. One did pop up on j.mercari some time ago, but the price speaks for itself:

I went to look for the above image via Google image, but the link to the site is gone. Therefore, it can be concluded that these acrylic stands have been taken down due to being purchased.

Fortunately, there is a seller I know who is selling her dupes. I have provided links to her Mercari shop for those who are interested in getting them. Personally, I would not put these stands off simply because they are rare finds for collecting--and unfortunately, I am aware that once this post goes live and circulates on social media, it'll become a first come, first serve basis. Second, the price is the best deal. It's ideally the price the seller had paid after adding sales tax and the double shipping fees. But in the US market, I can tell you that this acrylic stand is probably worth $25 - $30 (without tax included). Scalpers will most likely take advantage of this and blow it up to $100+ because of their rarity as evidenced by the screenshot above.

In conclusion, I hope this post has been informative about the Ultrizon collab experience (at least from my pov, lol). Look out for part 2 with the acrylic keychains. I'll update this post once I've finished it and linked it here. You can also find it on the master post.

Best of luck to fellow SxF acrylic stand collectors! I hope you can get your hands on this rare limited edition merch! ^^

Edit:

Loid just sold! (It definitely wasn't my influence.. okay, yes it was. My moot saw it and I remembered she loves Loid, and now she took him xD)

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[follow-up-news]

Amazon is responsible under federal safety law for hazardous products sold on its platform by third-party sellers and shipped by the company, a U.S. government agency ordered Tuesday. In a unanimous vote, the Consumer Product Safety Commission said it determined that the e-commerce company was a “distributor” of faulty items sold on its site and packed and shipped through its fulfillment service. That means the company is on the hook, legally, for the recalls of more than 400,000 products, including hairdryers and defective carbon monoxide detectors, the agency said. It ordered Amazon to come up with a system for notifying customers who purchased faulty items and to remove the products from circulation by offering incentives for their return or destruction. Overall, Amazon accounts for roughly 40% of e-commerce sales in the U.S., according to the market research firm Emarketer. The company sells many items directly to consumers and also partners with nearly 2 million third-party sellers, who drive the majority of the sales on the platform. The online retailer has fought the “distributor” label since 2021, when the Consumer Product Safety Commission filed an administrative complaint against the company for distributing hazardous items.

[borahaerhy]

Dealer (6) - myg

Summary: Your boyfriend seemed like a dream come true: always wanting to be around you, making sure you would get home safe, never taking his hands off you. These little comforts became your whole world, and then the only thing you were allowed to have left in the world. Luckily, your boyfriends drug dealer turned out to be a much nicer guy.

Pairing: DrugDealer!Yoongi x Female!Reader

Genre: Mafia/drug kingpin au, Y/N coming from nothing, found family, Eventual smut

Warnings: LOTS OF UNALIVING BE PREPARED, so many guns, pew pew, Yoongi is intimidated, Hoseok is absolutely terrified, Yoongi threatens Jungkook, Jin has a plan, Jin's plan gets fucked up, Jin makes a new plan, more secret tunnels, Jin's backstory, the layout of which brought to you by the lovely @roxy1205 , go give her a (consensual) smooch on the forehead. Also, where the hell is Y/n in the chapter?

Word count: 2.9k

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Note: If you are sensitive or triggered by abusive relationships or manipulation in any way, please do not read this fic, it can be very triggering. It will also be referenced that Y/n used to self harm, and has self-harm scars. This is fic is going to cover a lot of intense topics, and there will be a lot of drugs.

“Okay, so Jay-” Seokjin, who had finally worked out all the kinks in his plan, was about to present it to the rest of the group, stopped mid-sentence because he heard something. It was small, something no one else in the room noticed, but it was definitely there. 

Everyone else stared at him, his finger pressed to his lips as his eyes swept the room for any signs of someone being there that wasn’t supposed to be.

There it was. 

A shadow under the door, a shadow that was completely unaccounted for. He looked at Namjoon, gave him a small nod, before he returned his sight back on the door. Namjoon understood what Jin wanted him to do, and moved quickly and silently. 

“Jay’s the bosses son, and the one we ultimately need to go after,” Jin spoke again, only seconds after he had taken a pause, not wanting the person behind the door to know that they knew he was there. 

As he continued to speak vaguely as Namjoon had started pulling guns out of a compartment in the floor and handed them to everyone, already loaded and ready to fire.

Seokjin took another pause and made his way over to the door, before pressing the gun just handed ot him against it, just below where his own forehead would’ve been, and pulled the trigger. 

Jin didn’t let any time pass before he threw open the door and started firing, swarms of men in the hallway distracted by the death of their fallen comrade. 

But even with guns firing and men yelling and falling to the ground, the only sound that seemed to flood Seokjin’s ears was an all-too familiar sound of distant screaming.

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“Ah, Jin, thanks so much,” Jin nodded his head slightly, a small smile peeking out from under his shy persona as he stood at the door to one of his new clients' houses. 

“No problem, hit me up next time you need, I’m available 24/7,” The man nodded and thanked him again, the door opened just enough for Jin to see a woman in the background, cleaning up what seemed to be the messiest house he’d ever seen. 

He didn’t think much of it, he wasn’t exactly the most experienced seller, but messy houses were quite common for addicts, and someone trying to clean up a little to make it look presentable seemed pretty normal to him. 

Over the next couple of weeks, this new client of his bought from him several times, and Jin had made more money off of him than anyone else he sold to. 

“Hey, man, why don’t you come inside?” Jin nodded and smiled shyly, his hair hanging down in his face as he walked through the opened door. He took a look around, and the house was actually cleaned up a considerable amount from the last time he had been there. He walked over to the couch with Ben, his client, as they took seats opposite each other. 

The conversation started slowly and awkwardly, but when the topic changed to what video games they’d been into recently, the conversation grew exciting as they went back and forth talking about their favorites. The conversation also grew a bit loud, something Jin hadn’t really been known for being, and it drew out the woman he’d seen the first time he was here out from the bedroom. 

A sweater and jeans barely hung off of her, both looking several sizes too big for the admittedly tiny woman in front of him. She seemed very unsure of herself, hands fidgeting and clasped together with her feet pointed inward as she walked. 

“Ah, Jin, I don’t believe you’ve met my girlfriend yet. Rose, this is Jin, he’s a good friend of mine,” Jin waved awkwardly, trying to make himself smaller on the couch as she sat in the tiny available space next to her boyfriend, and still seemed to have room to spare.

She spoke the smallest “Hi” Seokjin had ever heard come out of someone that wasn’t him, and soon, the man he’d just sold an unprecedented amount of percocet to resumed his monologue about Apex. 

But Jin wasn’t paying near as much attention as before; his eyes kept darting to the small figure next to him, and the thoughts in his head were all blaring sirens with bright red lights, screaming at him that something wasn’t right here. 

Jin had always had one hell of an intuition, but this was something new; something he hadn’t ever experienced before. The anxiety that always seemed to have consumed him was put into overdrive as he sat across from her, her eyes glued to the folded hands in her lap as the uncomfortable energy coming off of her was almost unbearable. 

“Well, thanks for coming in, man, I’m glad Rose finally got off her lazy ass and cleaned up enough for me to invite you in,” Jin was stunned, to say the least, but he simply smiled, and left. 

He spent the next several days with that overwhelming anxiety flooding him, unable to even get out of bed most of the time as he felt that something was seriously off with her, and the man who so blatantly degraded her in front of him. He all but completely neglected his job, ignoring most of the people who wanted to buy from him, but he never ignored Ben. 

He’d be out of his door mere minutes after he received a message from him, and he’d be at his doorstep not long after. 

Rose wasn’t usually there. She stayed in the back room most of the time, but every time he’d seen her, he wished he hadn’t. 

Cheeks even more sunk in, heavy dark bags under her eyes and clothes even more loose fitting than the previous time he’d seen her. His heart broke every time he saw her, but he just didn’t know what to do. 

He’d spent a lot of time researching what to do when you suspect someone is a victim of domestic violence. The signs were all there: low self-esteem, overly apologetic, fearful, extreme weight loss, etc. She almost seemed that if she were to ever show any emotion she would be in trouble. 

But the advice on how to help didn’t exactly work in this situation. 

He couldn’t just strike up a conversation with her when he wasn’t there. He couldn’t help her come up with a safety plan or a safe word, or even be there to listen to her because there was no way for him to reach out to her, not while Ben wasn’t there. 

He almost called the cops a few times, but then stopped himself. There were never any physical signs of abuse. No bloody lips or black eyes, and she always covered up every part of her body except for her face and fingertips, so he couldn’t look for any signs of bruising. 

Just after he started getting back to normal, after his anxiety would calm down to the point where it was manageable, and the sirens stopped blaring out of control, he went back to his normal life. He’d start selling to all his other clients again, coming up with lame excuses on the spot as to why he wasn’t answering them. 

But one day, months after his first encounter with Ben and Rose, he went back over to sell to them. 

This time she had a wrist brace on and a bloody and bruised lip. 

“She got into a car accident, thankfully she’s okay.” 

Only Jin knew she didn’t have a driver's license, something Ben had brought up a while back because she was too ‘untrustworthy’. 

This time he knew he had to do something, and the red lights and blaring sirens came back stronger than ever, but this time they meant something: She’ll be dead if you don’t do something, and do it fast.

But he didn’t know how to handle this situation, and the anxiety was so overwhelming he couldn’t even think of a course of action until hours later. 

“Hello this is 911 what's your emergency?” Jin swallowed thickly, his entire body shaking with the anxiety spilling out of him, about ready to explode any given second. 

“I need to report a suspected abuse,” his voice was so shaky it was barely comprehensible, his voice moving up toward the end of his sentence as if he were asking a question. He told them the address, and the names of the abused and the abuser before they said they’d be sending a patrol car out immediately. 

He sat for a moment after hanging up the phone, on the cold bathroom floor of his crummy apartment. His plan was to stay there, stay there all night and drink away the voices screaming at him to do something, but he couldn’t. 

He got up and left, quickly driving over to the house that several squad cars were already parked haphazardly outside of. 

He didn’t even have to shut his car off or get out of it to hear the screaming from inside the house. The voices of the cops screaming at Ben to put his weapon down, and of Rose sobbing so loudly he feared he’d never get the sound out of his head. 

Several loud bangs ensued, guns being fired inside the home that made Jin’s heart stop. 

For a moment, the world went still. 

The birds chirping suddenly stopped. 

The wind rustling in the trees came to a halt. 

Rose’s screaming was gone. 

And suddenly, the sirens in his head faded away. 

For the first time in months, everything was still and silent, almost peaceful even. 

The sirens were gone, and so were the flashing lights. The anxious pit in his stomach had finally subsided into the most blissful feeling of nothingness he’d ever experienced. He was free in that moment. Free from worry about what would happen to her and if she was okay. 

He watched as Ben came out in handcuffs, shoved into the back of a cop car that was driven off before an ambulance pulled up in its place. They rushed in with a stretcher that reappeared minutes later, a black body bag zipped up and laying flat on it; no one in a rush to get it anywhere, to get her anywhere safe. 

The blissful nothingness he’d longed for months to feel was replaced by something much worse than the anxious sirens begging for help. Now they filled with the guilt of not reacting to them sooner; and the sirens had been replaced with her screams. 

He sat outside that house for hours, knees pulled into his chest as he sobbed the loss of a woman he knew practically nothing about. The only thing he ever knew about Rose was that she needed help, and he’d be the only one that could’ve given it to her. 

And yet, here he was, sitting alone in a car perfectly safe, a car he could’ve taken her to many times over but didn’t. 

In Jin’s line of work, he’d come across many more people like Rose. Soft, sweet innocent people that just needed a way out. And everytime he’d met one of them, her screams would come back to haunt him, reminding him of what would happen if he didn’t step in. 

And you were no exception. 

-

Jin had taken down six men by the time Yoongi was able to take down two. He’d never seen anyone able to focus so quickly and perfectly on killing people; but he tried to focus on saving his own life from the man currently charging him rather than how well else was able to pull the trigger. 

Both Taehyung and Namjoon were mowing down people, more people than anyone would’ve thought possible to fit in the narrow hallway; the floor now covered in bloody bodies. 

Hoseok, however, wasn’t used to all of this. He wasn’t used to people dying and guns shooting, and to be frank, neither was Yoongi. Not to the extent the rest of the men in the room were, at least. 

The two of them fell back in the group, Hoseok’s hands shaking violently as he held the gun, and Yoongi only shooting when necessary to protect himself and his clearly out-of-it friend. 

They were able to push the hitmen in the hallway back, Seokjin and Taehyung leading them to push everyone back, as far away from the plan and as far away from you as possible. 

A door to the left of Yoongi suddenly burst open, Jungkook stepping through with a gun in each hand as he started taking down more than even Jin. 

With Jungkook’s help, they were soon able to take down everyone in the hall. 

“Everyone, back!” Seokjin whisper-yelled, and everyone moved; retreating back into the the room they’d spent all day in. 

As they got back in and closed the door, Yoongi realized something that made his blood turn cold. If Jungkook was here, who the hell was watching you? 

Jin had already opened up the wall, which was apparently a door, and was trying to usher everyone inside when Yoongi grabbed Jungkook by the collar and shoved his against the wall, gun falling to the ground with a thud as all eyes fell on the two of them. 

“Where the hell is Y/N?” Jungkook’s expression never faltered as Yoongi stared him down, worry consuming his features. 

Jin calmly walked up and placed a gentle, steady hand on Yoongi’s shoulder. “She’s safe, she’s in a secret room no one can get to. She’ll be fine, Yoongi, but we have to move,” Seokjin’s voice remained calm and smooth as he spoke. 

Yoongi’s eyes darted back and forth between Jin and Jungkook for a moment, before he slowly let go of Jungkook’s shirt. 

He stepped away from him, nodding his head slowly at Seokjin. Jungkook pushed himself back of the wall, and they all filed into the room Jin had opened for them, the tense air consuming them. 

“All right,” Jin started as he closed the door behind them, typing something into the number pad beside it before turning around, locks clicking into place as he turned to address them. “The plan I came up with is going to need a few alterations now,” he paused, his brow furrowed as he thought hard. 

Namjoon and Jungkook busied themselves getting equipment - bulletproof vests - and started handing them out, before sliding them on themselves. 

Yoongi was on edge, his hands and arms shaking as slid his vest on. He had killed before, sure, but never like this. 

The first time was in self-defense. A man trying to mug him coming at him with a knife when he learned Yoongi didn’t have his wallet on him. 

The second time was when someone he sold to had a mental break when Yoongi told him he was out of Xanax, and was forced to shoot him before getting shot. 

The third was with you, when a man broke into his home to take you from him, to take you back to Zeke. 

Now, he didn’t even know how many he’d killed. He spent the past several minutes aiming down the scope of his gun and pulling the trigger. He killed maybe ten? Twenty people? He had no idea, the faces of all of them hidden behind masks and blurring together. 

“They’re here now, only god knows how many there are. We can assume that we took out at least half of them in that hallway, but even then, we have a much bigger problem on our hands than I had initially anticipated.” He paused for a second, before shaking his head, pulling himself from his thoughts. “We’re going to split up, three groups. We’re going to surround the room Y/n’s in now. Yoongi and Jungkook will be the ones to get her, the rest of us clearing the path for them to get the the garage. Hoseok and I will be in front of you, Namjoon and Taehyung will be behind,

“We’re going to take two cars, Yoongi and Jungkook, you’re going to get her, get her to the garage, and into the civic, and then you’re going to wait there. The rest of us will get into a different car and leave first, distracting everyone to make them think we have her. You’ll leave four minutes later, exactly four minutes, and we’ll meet up at the getaway house, got it Jungkook?” 

Jungkook nods once, and Jin continues. 

“You’ll be as inconspicuous as possible. Drive the speed limit, stay off major roads, make a pitstop at a touristy hotel, and whatever you do, make sure she isn’t seen, am I clear?” Jungkook nods again as he reloads his guns and makes his way over to a door that Yoongi presumes the two of them are about to walk through. 

Hoseok looked scared as Namjoon handed him his gun back reloaded, and pushed him toward Jin, who was getting ready to walk back out the doors they’d entered through. Taehyung followed Namjoon over to a door on the opposite side of the room as Yoongi and Jungkook were, looking much more cold and emotionless than any of the rest of them had ever seen him. 

With his back leaned against the door after everyone had punched a set of numbers into their respective key pads, Jin let a slight sly smirk spread across his almost scarily cocky face. 

“See you on the other side.”

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