#laughing with the crowd

[bluespring864]

Having watched the aces fly past him for the first two sets, Diego Schwartzman reacts to hitting his first and only ace in his opening round match at the 2025 Argentina Open (only 156 km/h, but perfectly placed!)

[cherryb0mb-s]

Can't stop thinking about the idea of a queer person having an opposite sex awakening via a psychedelic induced hallucination of themselves through the perspective of Justin Bieber performing One Less Lonely Girl, and the One Less Lonely Girl that is brought on stage is that opposite sex person of interest dressed in the attire of a crazed fan...

I don't think I'll ever stop thinking about this tbh.

[keferon]

Two Peas in a Pod: part 1

*slips this into your mail slot and runs* I hope you like it, I wanted to give you a gift.

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Things were never truly quiet. Electricity hummed. Pipes rumbled as water is pushed and pulled. Metal facets softly creaked under the vibrations. A muted drum of massive pump came from somewhere underground.

It was a poor symphony, but it was his personal, fucked-up, little lullaby. Guaranteed to be a nightly track on loop the droned him to sleep… usually.

And honestly, he couldn't imagine what it would be like without it.

Jazz rolled over to his other side in the shallows of his pool – arching his back just enough for his collapse dorsal fin to slip under him without crushing it against the floor – in the futile adjustment for comfort. After about five minutes of laying still with his eyes closed, Jazz huffed. He hadn't been able to even doze off, it was beginning to get frustrating. He shifted his head – resting on his arm at the dryer part of rubber coated slope of the concrete pier – to peek at the clock just beyond the staff entrance behind the main platform, two-twenty-seven.

Sighing and groaning loudly, he slumped in defeat, the morning staff were going to be on shift in two hours to start meal prep and in the following hour creatures all over will start waking up. When breakfast came at six, the gulls, crows, magpies – the fucking birds would be all over the aquarium squawking and trying to steal food. Then the whole place would buzz till work ended at six pm. Six to six of noise.

Jazz was just thankful that it was a monday, the aquarium was closed, so he didn't have to force himself to be extra cheerful. Just pleasant enough to get through daily check-ups and then maybe, he could try for a nap. But he wasn't optimistic.

Time seem to stretch on forever, every time he glanced at the clock, the minutes barely seemed to move. He shifted and kicked his tail, sloshing water up in a pitiful rain over him. Though the sound of water pattering along the concrete continued, and continued…?

Jazz lifted his head. That wasn't coming from his area, but it was too muddled to make out what it was. A skittering-like sound for sure, did something break? Was there a raccoon in the backend again?

With a quick spin he slipped off the pier and into his pool. The sounds became sharper, but not quite clear. Hurried footsteps of staff, far too many to be on shift at this hour, as he swam into the medical bay at the back. To where the one observation window that overlooked the staff area. Technically, the other way around, but Jazz would use it more than they did to spy on the back-workings.

Placing his hands to still his movement, Jazz saw two more staff rush past with a massive metal cart, recognizing the white shirts. Vets. There had to have been an emergency call that went out. Question was, was it an animal from the here or was it a beach rescue?

While Jazz couldn't see much passed the wide hallways on either side. The sonar map, as fuzzy as it was in his head, was picking up at least seven moving blobs in the hospital ward at the end of the hall. That was a lot of bodies. Too many to be needed for any of the animals here. An injured dolphin being brought in for recovery and rehabilitation, maybe? An oil spill with massive casualties?

Then ten more people joined and suddenly they were rushing out with equipment, heading somewhere off his limited radar. Likely rush off to the loading bay, the truck must have just arrived. Damn, whatever happened, it's all hands on deck.

Jazz pushed away from the window and lazily floated out back to the main area of his enclosure. He was sure his attendant would tell him all the news and gossip when he came around with breakfast. Till then, he might as well continue to try and sleep.

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Couldn't have been more than a half an hour, and he felt like he was just about to fall asleep, when the familiar sound of heavy boots caught his attention. Thundering up the metal steps of the staff entrance.

"JAZZ!"

Noooo, it can't be time to get up. He refused to give him any acknowledgement and pretended he was dead just to be extra annoying. They both knew Jazz's hearing was too good for him not to hear the man tip-toe up the stairs. Heck, he could tell that there was another staff member with him, which was unusual.

"Jazz! Buddy– please, get up! We've got an emergency!"

Lights came on suddenly and made Jazz grimace with his eyes closed. "And that affects me how…?" Jazz drawled and lifted his head slightly to look over at them. Though spotting a nervous vet – not his vet either – rushing to prep a needle at the end of a long tube suddenly had him a bit uneasy. Jazz hated needles. Especially jittery hands at the other end of said needles.

"Wounded Mer, same weight class, and fortunately shares the same blood-type as you!" Blaster quickly informed and helped the vet prep multiple soon-to-be blood-bags. He then fixed his mer with a hard look. "Now get your tail over here!"

Jazz was rushing over to the sloped shallows before it fully clicked what was being asked of him. "A Mer?"

Blaster tugged on his arm and Jazz allowed him to pull him where they wanted him. Working as a team they dried, sanitized and banded his arm. "Ready for the poke?"

"Uh," he glanced at the vet, though the nerves seemed to more about the stress that happening elsewhere. Their hands seemed steady. "Just make sure you get it the first time," he said as he closed his eyes tightly.

"Thanks for being so good about this," Blaster breathed heavily with relief and gave Jazz a comforting pat on the shoulder of the arm his was still holding. The jab was harsh to get it through the mer's thick hide and it made Jazz flinch, but otherwise stayed still.

"So… are they like me?" He asked, trying to ignore the thought of his blood being drawn.

"Ya, just like you," Blaster answered softly, starting to calm down now that he didn't have to worry about what would have happened if Jazz had put up a fuss.

"Are they going to be okay?"

"We're doing our best," the vet answered clinically. "They're in rough shape. Likely a turf war judging by the injuries, or a leviathan attack."

"The team is really pulling together on this, even you, big guy," Blaster reassured and gave him another pat on the shoulder.

Jazz tried not to sound excited by the news. "Will I get to see them?"

"If they pull through, you might get more than that. Seeing as there isn't many places here big enough to hold something that big. Hope your ready for a tankmate."

He clenched his hands into fists so tightly they started to shake. He wanted that, he really, really wanted that. Please, please, please. Please don't die.

If Blaster misunderstood his trembling, Jazz didn't correct him.

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-GLC

(hopefully there is no spelling errors ^^;)

Oh man oh man OH MAN ORCA JP FIC????

IM VIBRATING ON THE SPEEDS UNCOMPREHENSIBLE TO A HUMAN EYE RIGHT NOW PleASE THIS IS SO GOOD I LOVE IT SO MUCH I WANNA HUG YOU

I have NO IDEA if your spelling is good but it doesn't even fucking matter because the atmosphere?? THE ATMOSPHERE IS FANTASTIC. The VIBE is HERE. IF YOU MAKE THE SECOND PART I WILL GIVE YOU MY FIRSTBORN

[samijey]

27/12/2024 SmackDown post-show (Jey leaning in for the shoulder bump but running face-first into a hug instead 😂)

[one-1-eye]

my favorite part from gauntlet at the garden was when the intrepid heroes did irl wrestling to stall for time while something with the lighting was fixed only for brennan to tell them afterwards that the lighting couldn’t be fixed unless they were in their seats

[alasarys]

Qatar – in control

[lifemod17]

Unfathomable amount of SILLY!!!

🎥: livsigg | tiktok

Melbourne, night 2 || 11/13/2024

[hoboblaidd]

Elvhenan Timeline according to the Chantry's records

Someone on twitter pointed to a section on the keep that i never knew about, a timeline of the world state. The Chantry acknowledges that this is a loose timeline because the date is so far removed from history that it's difficult to pin down. They also think that elven immortality wasn't real, which we know to be false.

Arlathan would likely have been founded as the war with the Titans was going on, but likely not at the beginning of the war. The Firstborn elves were logically still finding their feet (pun sort of intended?) before the war truly exploded and defining what their place in the world meant. We don't know how long it was between elves taking bodies and the war breaking out, but given how Solas said each time the elves took a body the earth shook, I think pretty soon after. We have no idea when the war ended and the Evanuris declared themselves gods. Their apotheosis was not as immediate as Veilguard makes it out to be. I prefer Solas' explanation in Trespasser: after the war, generals became respected elders, then kings, then finally gods.

Then we have that elven immortality ends almost 3000 years ago. The info is a little squishy about how long it took the Veil to truly disintegrate what the elves had, but I don't think it took long at all. The obvious immediate destructions are places like the Vir Dirthara. Stories we find around Arlathan, the Crossroads, and a little in the Lighthouse document the confusion and changes people feel after the Veil goes up. I think it's safe to say elven immortality ended very near the time the Veil went up, give or take the years it would take the elves to realize that they were dying like anyone else.

All this to say, based on the Chantry's admittedly lacking timeline - Solas truly is around 10,000 years old (and just counting when he had a body), with 2000-3000 years of that spent in uthenera after he raised the Veil. If elven immortality ended very soon after the Veil went up, that means that Solas' rebellion lasted literal millennia. Solas says he led a rebellion for "a hundred generations of your lifetime." With the estimate of ~5000 years between the founding of Arlathan and the end of elven immortality, the most conservative estimate I can think of is 2000 years of rebellion.

The truth is probably far longer, but this is all we have, and I think it's fascinating. He had a mere 12 years or so in modern Thedas at the time of his ritual. Changing the mind of a being that old and devoted to his goal for that long is almost impossible.

[tsuchinokoroyale]

Happy new years… let’s stay hydrated together ✨

[lostiel]

mods edits

[jontaro-kun]

That one time a pose study (looking at art of pretty women and telling myself I was being productive) turned into Portia

[turtleblogatlast]

“Haven’t You Noticed (I’m a Star)” from Steven Universe works so ridiculously well for Leo

[theyarebothgunshot]

misha to fan: are you coming out as an alien right now?

fan: that's rich coming from you

[pterosounds]

Chappell Roan @ Boulder Theater, Boulder, CO - 4/9/24

see more in the series

[enbysiriusblack]

sirius: i hate funerals, i never know what to say

james: just say "i'm sorry for your loss" and move on

sirius, to dorcas: i'm sorry for your loss. move on

[taigarrryen]

What in the world is happening today