#jordan talks about stuff

[savethedots]

their sibling energy is everything [dna 1423]

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[vampirecatboy]

task failed successfully: developed a favorite among the six nameless dicks i made for this gangbang fic, named him, and now i ship him and Orryn for realsies and am already planning a sequel in which there is actual romance and more fucking because Orryn had one mind-blowing orgasm while speared on a massive cock and decided he was in love lol

[cyclone-rachel]

me watching the first episode of Hazbin Hotel:

[tremendouskoalachild]

Wait a sec is that recent collider article actually using she/they for Amandla Stenberg? or maybe it's just my wishful thinking

[kiwibirdlafayette]

I think Tom (and all his alts) strive for freedom…

OH ABSOLUTELY

I totally agree!! I think just like- the nature of Tom and his alts (who ofc meta wise were all written after him) is that they’re all dependent people of some kind, usually as the result of their circumstance of existence

Whether that be like in Tom's case because Dianite (or Mianite in Godswap, albiet different dynamic) is the one to grant him reanimated life, making him sort of indebted to him- or Cassell who isn't necessarily bound to his god moreso that he's bound to his creators (Flash and Ianite). Mot also sort of has that tether element to him because Dianite technically also saved his life from the creeper spore infection iirc but I think it makes the principle of freedom a little different to him esp. because it turned into like a business partners to unrequited crush to sorta lovers kinda thing depending on your post canon

All of this translates to me into their kind of devotion as champions, and again how that's like different from Ianitee flavored devotion (based on the guidance of Ianite and trusting in her judgement to lead them the right way so she can keep them safe), or Mianitee flavored devotion (Like knights to a king, similar to Ianitees follow orders for order, kind of follow his principles rather than specific instructions from him). Dianite being Dianite and the elements of chaos being how it is, Dianitee devotion is like being an extension of him, not via principles or guidance but by intent like being mercenaries in service of him while still being tethered in fear of punishment if its not done right. And maybe yknow they don't mind the implications that come with that title (Mot's case, for example) I think that's where that desire for freedom comes for- a want to have an existence that isn't tethered to their god

side note this could not apply as much to Dianite and Cass in Aitheaca because Dianite takes the Ianite role in terms of swapped god positions (and Cass runs off Dianite's guidance in the same way as Jordan would to Ianite) as Flash and Ianite are more similar to Tom and S1 Dia but bear with me xD

So kind of like extrapolating from that- their more specific desires for freedom are all sort of tied to Tom's need for spiritual freedom- I want to like refer to the whole thing of the Thauminomicon-y traits Marsh had mentioned before, and how Tom has 'fabrico', which stands for craft/repair. It connects in the sense of yeah he's a zombie he's stiched back together but. ok hear me out. Who would have stitched him back together? It was implied in an episode of Isles that c!Tom doesn't remember the Minecraft Project- (because they're memories he can't return to, just big empty void in his head), or when he was alive/ill from zombification, but he hadn't died yet. The person that arrives on Mianite with Tucker is that Tom, he is all that chaotic goofy Tom is, but at the same time he's partially someone else's creation, sewn together in intricate ways to be the bringer of chaos for the god he serves- but beyond that? His humanity. At his core, he's human, not someone who'll just take orders blindly and him striving for his freedom from that tether is refusing to deny the things that makes him alive. And I think the other alts like ya said follow suit, in Mot maintaining his humanity regardless of his ailment through choosing to care for Alyssa rather than being just a ruthless chaotic killing machine when Rux!Dia dies or in Aitheaca the way I want to write Cassell as someone who was born as a weapon for Ianite but loves collecting vintage human things and views his innermost self through music. The visual I kind of go to is the idea of Tom literally crafting and repairing the parts of himself that make him feel trapped by breaking them apart, burning it, adding new things when he takes the hands of friends and yeah!! And I think this sort of aspect could also tie into him becoming Mecha Dianite as well in finding freedom by choosing the person he is, and owning it

[jessiethelion]

I love running side blogs more popular than me it makes me feel like loser Batman

[aahsoka]

brain making me feel like i was so fuckin rude and uhhh pretentious for telling my prof that the thing underneath marie antionettes skirt in a painting was called a pannier

[tysonfurybattlepass]

uh oh, here’s where i need to correct myself. “hesperocyonids” is not a valid class of animals. i should have referred to these animals as hesperocyonines!

like all living dogs, hesperocyonines were canids!

nowadays, every living species of dog, wolf, fox, coyote, and jackal all belong to the family canidae, meaning they are considered “true dogs”. but more importantly, they’re all part of the same subfamily, caninae. that means that as of right now, there are no canids alive that are not canines as well. but that didn’t used to be the case!

long ago, there were three subfamilies of true dogs: the borophaginae, the caninae, and the hesperocyoninae! they were all canids, in the family canidae, so they all count as true dogs.

in my original post, i used the suffix -idae (“hesperocyonids”- NOT a real thing) which means family, when i should have used the suffix -inae (“hesperocyonines”- real thing), for subfamily. sorry :(

canines, the newest ones, are the ones we still have today: the swift, cross-country runners that today occupy the pursuit predator (wolf, african wild dog, dhole) and generalist scavenger (jackal, coyote, fox) niches.

borophagines evolved into giant, bearlike creatures with powerful jaws that could crush and eat bone, similar to the way hyenas eat today. on my recent trip to the LA natural history museum, i got to see a specimen of the genus epicyon, a bone-crushing dog that lived in the miocene and could have grown as large as a grizzly bear!

hesperocyonines were mostly small, weasel-like generalists that made a living off of the forest floor. they were the first ever true dogs to branch away from the original carnivoran lineage! this means that they retained some very basal ancestral traits of being a carnivoran, like a small body size and fully retractable claws! (that’s right, ALL carnivoran mammals descended from ancestors that had retractable claws. cats didn’t evolve them separately; they just kept them while everyone else lost them over time!)

similar to how we have “big cats” (pantherinae) and “little cats” (felinae) alive today, we could draw an analog and call the borophagines the extinct “big dogs” and the hesperocyonines the extinct “little dogs” to our current surviving “medium dogs”.

PBS Eons has a wonderful video about the dog subfamilies, though it does focus mainly on the bone-crushers:

the moral of the the story is that dogs used to be much, much more diverse than they are now! they used to occupy many niches that are nowadays taken up by cats, bears, and mustelids like weasels and badgers. though we have no living members of those two earlier dog dynasties, we can still remember them when we take a look at our pet dogs and neighborhood coyotes, who ultimately outcompeted them all to come out as top dog :)

pumas are like if little cats were big cats. like just decided one day to switch teams. clouded leopards are the opposite, big cats who decided to be little cats. also hyenas are if cats decided one day to be dogs. foxes are if dogs decided one day to be cats. hesperocyonids are like if dogs decided to be weasels. barbourofelids are like if cats decided to be bears. bears are like if dogs decided to be lazier. linsangs and genets are like if cats decided to be weasels. nimravids were like if things that were not cats decided to be cats but like not really. borophagines were like if dogs decided to be hyenas. i love carnivorans i love niche partitioning i love adaptive radiation i love non-linear evolution

[7yearsofdele]

Trish conversation with Jordan 😮😮😮😮he is talking shit she's right to say

I just feel bad for Henry. He’s the only one I care about, because you can see all over his face how he feels when he sees Matty and Jordan talking.

[docholligay]

Do you think authors sometimes don't realize how their, uh, interests creep into their writing? I'm talking about stuff like Robert Jordan's obvious femdom kink, or Anne Rice's preoccupation with inc*st and p*dophilia. Did their editors ever gently ask them if they've ever actually read what they've written?

Firstly, a reminder: This is not tiktok and we just say the words incest and pedophilia here.

Secondly, I don't know if I would call them 'interests' so much as fixations or even concerns. There are monstrous things that people think about, and I think writing is a place to engage with those monstrous things. It doesn't bother me that people engage with those things. I exist somewhere within the whump scale, and I would hope no one would think less of me just because sooner or later I like to rough a good character up a bit, you know? It's fun to torture characters, as a treat!

But, anyway, assuming this question isn't, "Do writers know they're gross when I think they are gross" which I'm going to take the kind road and assume it isn't, but is instead, "Do you think authors are aware of the things they constantly come back to?"

Sometimes. It can be jarring to read your own writing and realize that there are things you CLEARLY are preoccupied with. (mm, I like that word more than concerns). There are things you think about over and over, your run your mind over them and they keep working their way back in. I think this is true of most authors, when you read enough of them. Where you almost want to ask, "So...what's up with that?" or sometimes I read enough of someone's work that I have a PRETTY good idea what's up with that.

I've never read Robert Jordan and I don't intend to start (I think it would bore me this is not a moral stance) and I've really never read Rice's erotica. In erotica especially I think you have all the right in the world to get fucking weird about it! But so, when I was young I read the whole Vampire Chronicles series. I don't remember it perfectly, but there's plenty in it to reveal VERY plainly that Anne Rice has issues with God but deeply believes in God, and Anne Rice has a preoccupation with the idea of what should stay dead, and what it means to become. So, when i found out her daughter died at the age of six, before Rice wrote all of this, and she grew up very very Catholic' I said, 'yeah, that fucking checks out'.

Was Rice herself aware of how those things formed her writing? I think at a certain point probably yes. The character of Claudia is in every way too on the nose for her not to have SOME idea unless she was REAL REAL dense about her own inner workings. But, sometimes I know where something I write about comes from, that doesn't mean I'm interested in sharing it with the class. I would never ever fucking say, 'The reasons I seem to write so much of x as y is that z happened to me years ago' ahaha FUCK THAT NOISE. NYET. RIDE ON, COWBOY.

But I've known some people in fandom works who clearly have something going on and don't seem to realize it. Or they're very good at hiding it. Based on the people I'm talking about I would say it's more a lack of self-knowledge, and I don't even mean that unkindly. I have, in many ways, taken myself down to the studs and rebuilt it all, so I unfortunately am very aware of why I do and write the things I do most of the time. It's extremely annoying not to be able to blame something. I imagine it must be very freeing. But it ain't me, babe.

Anyway, a lot of words to say: Maybe! But that might not stop them from writing it, it might be a useful thing for them to engage with, and you can always just not read it.

Also, we don't censor words here.

[hannahchronism]

i saw. an edit on tiktok (yeah i know) of someone who had compiled a bunch of pictures they took when they started to feel like the thing they were doing wasn't real and that sort of. boxed me into acknowledging that that should probably be. the minority feeling. if it happens at all.

[slasherscream]

okay, got my lil encouragement, so the 411 on this concept is this-

YOU have been hollywood's darling since you were a kid. you're not a pop princess. you're the pop princess. you showed up on the scene and you devoured it and you haven't stopped since.

but you're a supe, too. and people forget that, because they're so caught up in the music, and showboating. you love music. but you have powers. you've got great powers, and you want to be a superhero. you want to really help people.

you've always been a hard worker. you didn't get where you are because of nepotism, or connections. you did that on pure talent. and it makes you sick knowing that with just a snap of your little fingers, if you told vought you wanted to become one of their superheroes they'd give you anything you asked for (as long as you'd switch to their record label like they've been begging you to all these years). you like to earn things, especially when they mean something to you. you like proving you're the best, at everything you do.

it's really lucky for you that you've always had such elaborate stage makeup and costuming, and gone strictly by a stage name (your parents were very protective of your safety). no one even recognizes you outside of costume. your real name isn't known by anyone.

so you enroll at god-u, ready to work for what you want the old-fashioned way, without a leg up. and you run into professor brink's TA, who is an asshole, and hates the special interest brink is taking in you because of your potential (even though you're some nobody loser.)

but as these things go you guys get close. and you want so badly to open up to jordan, and let them in completely and make them your boyfriend/girlfriend/incredibly significant annoyance. but you keep holding back because... god, jordan seems so focused on the fame. on the ranks. sometimes you think it's all they care about.

sure, right now they love/hate you for YOU, but what if all that changes when they find out who you really are?

can i tell you guys abt my one (1) way too convoluted to actually write jordan li x reader fic

[freewayshark]

What is leather horror?

Leather horror is mostly just me being goofy lol. It’s what I call a very small group of movies that came out in the early 00’s ish that are basically just action horror with an emphasis on everyone wearing leather for some reason. Blade, Underworld, Van Helsing, Dracula 2000, BloodRayne. Resident Evil, kind of, although now that I think about it most of the leather showed up in the latter half of the series in the early 2010’s. Huh, interesting.

[woso-dreamzzz]

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Frida Maanum x Emma Lennartsson x Child!Reader

Summary: You meet the Arsenal girls for the first time

"Did you hear that Fleming from Chelsea just adopted a kid?" Leah says as she sits down at breakfast one day after the international break.

"Huh?"

"Yeah, Millie told me," She continues," Apparently, she'd been fostering this little girl for a while and none of the team knew."

"It's crazy," Beth agrees," It'd be like if me and Viv adopted a baby and none of you knew about. Just like came into training one day like, here they are."

"Adopting is really rewarding," Frida says absentmindedly, reaching for some of the jam across the table," Maybe Fleming just wanted to get used to it. It's a whole new situation to get used to, trust me."

"Alright Frida," Leah laughs, clapping her on the back," But I think adopting a dog is different to adopting a baby."

Frida frowns. "Yeah, I know. What did you think I was talking about?"

"You and your girlfriend's dog? Is that not what we're talking about?"

"I meant our daughter. Why would you think I meant our Jordan?"

"Your...Your daughter?"

"My daughter, yes," Frida says," Y/n."

"You...You have a daughter."

"Yes...Leah, are you okay? You look a little pale..."

"You..She...Frida, did you Fleming us?! How is this the first time I'm hearing of this baby of yours?"

Frida frowns. "I mean, she's not really much of a baby anymore. She's in that phase of trying to climb everything. Emma has to keep such a close eye on her."

"Can we see pictures?" Lia, who up until this point has remained silent, asks.

"Blimey," Leah whistles," And you're sure she's adopted? Frida, she looks just like you!"

"Really?" Frida studies the picture she selected of you, one of you cuddled up against Emma's body in your soft, linen dress and a flower crown on your head. "I think she looks more like Emma."

"You have to bring her to a game," Beth insists," She's able to travel right? Like she's got a passport and stuff?"

"I guess I can ask Emma to bring her," Frida says," But I don't see what the big deal is? I'm sure I've spoken about her before."

But apparently not because word spreads quickly through the whole team who all insist that they've got no recollection of Frida ever even mentioning you before.

Which, of course, means everyone insists on meeting you so here Frida is, waiting at arrivals for Emma to walk out of baggage claim.

She catches sight of the pram first where you're fast asleep, gripping tightly to whatever toy you've selected from your collection to join you on the journey.

Emma comes into view next, expertly wheeling the suitcase in one hand and the pram in the other.

"Hi," Frida says, a little breathless that you're finally both here," I missed you. Both of you."

Emma draws her into a soft kiss. "We missed you too. Isn't that right, squish?"

"Missed Mama," You slur, only now waking up.

"She slept the entire way," Emma explain as Frida straps you into the car seat," She didn't sleep much last night. She was too excited."

Frida laughs. "I hope she sleeps tonight as well."

"She will," Emma assures her," But I think we're going to have to deal with that little visitor in bed."

Emma's right, of course, because in the middle of the night, Frida feels you slot between them as you wiggle under the covers. But she gets her wish as well as you sleep through the rest of the night in their bed and rise the next day with all the excitement you can fit into your little body.

"Are you sure you're okay with taking her today?" Emma asks," I can keep her while I do my shopping."

"I've got her," Frida insists, adjusting you on her hip," The girls are excited to meet her. You get your shopping done."

"Alright," Emma finally agrees," I love you guys."

"Love you too. Squish, tell Mummy you love her."

"Love you!" You parrot back as Emma drives off.

"Alright," Frida says," Let's get you ready to meet everyone."

It's not the first time Frida's seen you in her Arsenal shirt before but it's the first time everyone else will.

Your life is in Sweden most of the time and then in Norway too when you visit Frida's parents. This is your first time in England and Emma made sure you were suitably dressed for the occasion.

"Oh my god," Leah says," Look at the cheeks on her!"

You giggle as a finger reaches out to poke them like your mummies do when you're being particularly cute.

"A good eater then?" Kim asks as everyone fawns over you.

You soak up all the attention, especially when wrapped gifts are presented to you teasingly.

"We had issues at first," Frida admits," She was underweight when we found her but she's a good weight now."

"She looks so content," Kim says," Motherhood suits you, Frida."

"Really?"

"Definitely. I can tell she just adores you."

"Mama!" You say suddenly, shaking a wrapped box in curiosity," Help, please?"

"How about we find a table and then we can open all your new presents?"

The team have really spoiled you - clearly trying to make up for missed birthdays and Christmases - and you seem just so excited for every gift you unwrap.

"Got to give her the full kit," Leah says with a wink as yet another presents contains an Arsenal kit.

"She has the kit at home."

"Yeah but this one has her name on it. If Fleming's daughter has a Chelsea kit with her name then the Arsenal children must have Arsenal kits with their names on it too!"

"Children?"

Leah jerks her chin over to where Beth and Viv sit with you on the floor as you show off one of your new toys.

"You should have seen Beth's face light up when you spoke about adopting. She looked interested. I guarantee those two will be thinking about it at some point soon. Might as well set the precedent now."

"I will make sure she wears it to the match," Frida promises just as you get up and toddle over.

"Mama!" You say," You see my new puppy? Looks like our Jordan!"

Frida smiles as she lifts you up onto her lap. "You know what? It does!"

"I call him little Jordan!"

"That's a perfect name, squish."

[kiwibirdlafayette]

the majority of the sparklypants fandom has moved on to other ships but meanwhile i am actively avoiding stoneblock/ragna/VH shipping stuff more or less bc my brain wont let me be interested in anything besides mianite/isles and syndisparklezs HELP. doesnt matter if i think about it as different jordans in the multiverse. brain said no multishipping for you this time dipshit

[nitewrighter]

I think what I really like about Superman comics is how much effort they put into getting you invested in the lives of the civilians around Clark. Like with Batman there's this vibe of, "Ew gross I have to pretend to be a Billionaire Playboy at this party but I have to do it to maintain my cover for Costumed Detective-ing. All right here's a kajillion for this charity but damn do I wish I was punching someone and/or doing very tedious CSI shit right now." And with Green Lantern (at least the Hal Jordan stuff) it's like, "I have spent so much time in space that my life on earth has completely gone to shit so it's honestly just... emotionally easier to be regularly facing life-threatening space crime shit than to try and get someone to co-sign on my lease for my apartment that I am never at on earth." And then you look at Superman and it's like, "Perry yelled at me again and Steve hit me in the back of the head with a football and Ron called my last article 'not my best' which is devastating coming from Ron and Cat talked me into getting 6 magazine subscriptions I don't need for her son's school's charity drive. I love journalism so fucking much."