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[biggsodorcitystories]

The Seagull's Daughter

I was in a mood to draw Susannah - and try to make it clear how much she looks like Edward - again and share some facts about her. Given that her mother's (Edward's) engine type were commonly known as Seagulls, I drew her eating chips (fries), which are the favourite food of all coastal seagulls. Despite being in the US, Bigg City has a thriving British community and therefore has one or two proper Fish n Chip shops along the port.

Some facts about Susannah Moran:

Full name is Susannah Alice Zoanna Moran - her first and middle given names are in honour of her father's favourite sister, her mother's favourite sister, and her godmother.

Half engine, half tugboat. She is faster than other harbour tugs thanks to her mother's heritage.

Her horn sounds more like a deeper version of Edward's whistle. She's a little self-conscious about it.

Prior to her arrival in Bigg City Port, Susannah lived in Ellesmere Port, and worked in Birkenhead as part of the Cammell Laird fleet where most of her family (and her father previously) worked.

Susannah volunteered to join other members of her fleet in going to Bigg City on behalf of Cammell Laird - the shipbuilders - who were interested in gaining a foothold in the US post-war. She was accompanied by some cousins and some of Zebedee's siblings.

The eldest daughter of Zebedee and Edward, the blue engine, Susannah was conceived as part of her parents' plan to marry. Fortunately, this plan was successful.

Suffered bullying due to being a half-breed, but quickly learned to stand up for herself and takes no nonsense from anyone - including attempts by the coastguard to judge her for being the daughter of a Z-Stack.

Is called Little Susie by her family - except for Zebedee, who calls her Princess, Edward, who calls her Sugarlump, and her siblings, who call her Zannie - but prefers everyone else to call her Sooz.

Speaks fluent Mandarin and Cantonese like her father.

Is the same age as Warrior and Andrew Conroy (Big Mac and Top Hat's youngest son)

Is dedicated to being very impartial when it comes to the rival fleets, despite her father and godmother being Z-Stacks, and makes a serious attempt to get on with all of them.

[little-pondhead]

Danny moved to Gotham.

Freakshow is touring in Gotham.

Freakshow knows Danny is in Gotham.

Danny knows Freakshow is still after him.

Danny's faith in heroes has been shattered.

Danny turns to the only person powerful enough to run Freakshow out of town, hopefully for good.

Danny turns to the Joker for help.

The Joker is looking for a new punching bag sidekick after Harley Quinn left him.

Danny is just the perfect person to be shaped by the Joker's hands.

Danny becomes the new Joker Junior.

[k20spock]

as far as slay the princess goes i am not really a voices guy i like them but i'm much more interested in the princesses however i am a biology nerd and i've been writing a post assigning all of them a bird species because i really love when people design the voices as other types of birds but i am crowdsourcing suggestions for voice of the hero because i'm kinda stuck on him. i went down a rabbit hole of medieval european falconry because i was thinking maybe knights practiced falconry and used a specific bird i could use but it turns out there is a very pervasive misconception that medieval knights used saker falcons when in reality that would have been too expensive a bird for them. but im still leaning in the falconry direction. open to ideas though! whats a bird you consider "heroic"?

[nutellaja]

Oh um, I'm not obsessed with the super obscure bird character, I like him a normal amount.

My friend on pony town, holding me at gunpoint: make more of him rn.

Me: okay

And that's how I ended up struggling to make his hair

[victusinveritas]

[monikatouhou]

they should make Prometheus into a tourist attraction, it could really benefit the georgian economy probably

[courseyoulovemeyoudontknowme]

Seven Pounds (2008, Gabriele Muccino)

26/08/2024

[myrmecomorphisme]

You find an insect with a cool name in french and then you search the english name and its something like dumbass sillyface

[harmcityherald]

chicken livers w/onions, peas, mushrooms in a creme sauce.

my dirty oven adds flavor.

I had a bad blood report card I'm trying to force iron into my world.

that and I just like liver and onions. :3

oh......and two tremendous sweet potatoes to accompany the liver of Horus into the underworld.

may the blood reign supreme.

[askwhatsforlunch]

Cailles Farcies (Stuffed Quails)

Juicy, meaty and more-ish, in spite of their petite size, these beautifully golden Cailles Farcies were the plat de résistance of our Christmas Eve Dinner; they also make a tasty Sunday Lunch! Have a good one!

Ingredients (serves 4):

3 large slices Sourdough Bread 

1/3 cup double cream

1 egg

2 small shallots

4 large leaves Garden Sage 

100 grams/3.5 ounces fresh chicken livers

½ teaspoon fleur de sel or sea salt flakes

½ teaspoon freshly cracked black pepper

4 beautiful quails, prepared and gutted

½ teaspoon fleur de sel or sea salt flakes

½ teaspoon freshly cracked black pepper

4 tablespoons unsalted butter, softened at room temperature

2/3 cupgood quality White Port

Tear Sourdough slices into small bits into a medium bowl. Pour double cream over the Bread, and allow to soak, 5 minutes.

Break the egg into a small bowl, lightly beat it, and stir into the Sourdough mixture with a wooden spoon. Set aside.

Peel and finely chop shallots.

Finely chop Garden Sage.

Stir chopped shallots and Sage into the Bread mixture.

Rinse chicken livers under cold water and pat them dry with paper towels. Cut into dices, removing any nerve or vein.

Gently fold chicken liver dices into the bowl, seasoning with fleur de sel and black pepper until well-combined.

Preheat oven to 200°C/395°F.

Season the inside and outside of the quails with fleur de sel and black pepper, rubbing them in gently.

Generously stuff the quails with chicken liver and bread mixture. Secure it in with a toothpick, to close the gap.

Arrange stuffed quails onto a roasting tin, and rub each generously with softened butter. Pour half of the White Port at the bottom of the tin, and place in the middle of the hot oven.

Roast, at 200°C/395°F, 40 minutes to an hour, regularly basting with Port and roasting juices. About half-way through, pour in remaining Port at the bottom of the tin.

Serve Cailles Farcies hot, drizzled with their Port roasting juices, with Garden Herb Oyster Mushrooms and dressed lettuce.

[sonny-whorezik]

tw dead animal

so i got the heart out and put it in with formaldehyde and ethyl alcohol and i think i got my measurements wrong bc the heart is now greying and hideous on my shelf but i must hold out til the end. i wonder. what does this mean symbolically ? has unrequited adoration taken a physical role in my life? is this punishment for morbid curiosity and selfish preservation of what is not mine? listened only to tmbg and what a jarring experience to slice through ribs listening to I Hope That I Get Old Before I Die. also made chicken burritos and showed my friend bride of reanimator and he fuckign hated hill's wings.

[hauntingofthelamb]

I'm so used to things not working out I cry out of fear when they do work

[taniushka12]

hello! if u dont mind me asking, whats the fic you referenced in the tags of this post? (remove spaces obv) https :// www.tumblr.com/ taniushka12/ 727944354808905728? source=share thank u :D

i dont mind, thank YOU for asking!!! thats a fic ive been working on for some time now, that i like name dropping here and there to keep myself hyped lmfao

to keep it short, Ícaro, Prometeo (also known as the "hannibalesque fic") is basically what if a villain found a way so that everytime he died he'd immediately wake up in another person's body, but he has to be killed by the same person every time, so he asks one of the good guys that hates him to do it.

in paper their agreement serves them both bc one can not only cheat death but conquer it once and for all, and the other can actually put the hate and anger he feels (both bc of Him but also unrelated childhood trauma) somewhere else, but things get... more complicated than that.

There are only four deaths sprinkled through 20~ years, and each gets progressively more wrapped in layers of control, hubris, mind games, the fact that they're both quite literally cursed which takes a significant toll on the later's mind, latent sexual attraction and the (one sided) guilt that comes with it in the context of the entire situation, etc. The third death as previously mentioned is when shit hits the fan and the guy throws up after killing his beloathed and realizing that he's getting really affected by this whole thing ,,,

anyway its affectionately called that because they have a lot (A Lot) of dialogues (many of which are the first guy trying to get him to admit one thing or another), homoerotic psychosexual obsession, men covered in blood, and by the very end even cannibalism, which as far as I know are all stuff that happens in hannibal u_u

[the-real-gmail]

This eagle keeps on underestimating my stubborness

Ancient Greek Punishment: UI Edition is an odd little experience that allows you to reenact the punishments bestowed by ancient Greek gods in UI form!

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[sonnyafternoon]

I wish this game would kill me

[why-animals-do-the-thing]

The Bronx Zoo has just released Flaco's necropsy results.

He was not thriving, as the people championing the ideal of "freedom" claimed.

He was poisoned.

He was sick.

He was suffering.

"Freedom" would have eventually killed him. A building just happened to do it first.

"Postmortem testing has been completed for Flaco, the Eurasian eagle owl that was found down in the courtyard of a Manhattan building a little over a year after his enclosure at the Central Park Zoo was vandalized on February 2, 2023. Onlookers reported that Flaco had flown into a building on the Upper West Side of Manhattan on February 23, 2024, and acute trauma was found at necropsy. Bronx Zoo veterinary pathologists determined that in addition to the traumatic injuries, Flaco had two significant underlying conditions. He had a severe pigeon herpesvirus from eating feral pigeons that had become part of his diet, and exposure to four different anticoagulant rodenticides that are commonly used for rat control in New York City. These factors would have been debilitating and ultimately fatal, even without a traumatic injury, and may have predisposed him to flying into or falling from the building. The identified herpesvirus can be carried by healthy pigeons but may cause fatal disease in birds of prey including owls infected by eating pigeons. This virus has been previously found in New York City pigeons and owls. In Flaco’s case, the viral infection caused severe tissue damage and inflammation in many organs, including the spleen, liver, gastrointestinal tract, bone marrow, and brain.   No other contributing factors were identified through the extensive testing that was performed. Flaco’s severe illness and death are ultimately attributed to a combination of factors—infectious disease, toxin exposures, and traumatic injuries—that underscore the hazards faced by wild birds, especially in an urban setting."

The naturalistic fallacy kills animals in horrible ways. The romanticism of what humans want to think of as a "free, wild, pure life" cannot be allowed supplant the reality of injury, sickness, and death. Releasing captive animals (or keeping them from being recaptured) because it's "better" for them to suffer untethered than live a healthy, safe, captive life is inhumane and horrific.

Flaco's life didn't have to end in pain, sickness, and suffering.

Flaco's death didn't have to be tragic.

But once the idea of "freedom" entered the chat, Flaco's fate was unavoidable.