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[sforzesco]

oh, you know

Plutarch, Brutus 7 (trans. Ian Scott-Kilvert)

this is an older rough comic from my WIP folder I had been planning on redoing from scratch, however I was re reading Plutarch's Brutus (as one does) and came across this line and decided to hit post because it'll be awhile before I can get around to doing a finished version of it, but I have thoughts about Brutus (derogatory) right now

[criesinspanishxp]

Thought I’d share a different angle of Diva Sam standing up to wave at all of us while he waited for Jacob to finish signing books

[repsolhonda]

PHILLIP ISLAND, AUSTRALIA – Joan Mir and Luca Marini of Repsol Honda Team on the pit lane during sessions at Australian Grand Prix 2024.

📸: Gold and Goose via Motorsport Images

[sunshowersanddandelionwine]

Soap who’s tried to get into reading, but just never had it click.

Ghost who’s an absolute bookworm and finds an escape in whatever old, battered paperback he can get his hands on.

Ghost, who introduces Soap to audiobooks. Who shows him he can do things with his hands to keep him stimulated enough to actually listen and absorb the story for once.

Soap, who tries it, a little more than skeptical but willing to give it a shot at least once. Who listens to an entire book in a day without realizing, totally lost in the twists and turns.

Soap, who finally gets it. Soap, who can finally escape into those same fantastical worlds with ghost. And ghost, who’s happy to share his escape with him.

[qiu-yan]

actually i think jiang cheng would be one of those people who doesn't care about the whole student loan problem at all....because jin ling is rich enough to pay his own way through college and jiang cheng dgaf about anyone else lmao

[clonerightsagenda]

Missouri politics is always a caricature but as we roll up to election day two particular standouts are:

There is a ballot measure to raise the number of allowed casinos so corporations can build one at the Lake of the Ozarks. ~*Coincidentally*~ the Osage nation (former residents of the area) have been trying to build a casino there. This is not something most people are aware but jfc it's blatant.

Our attorney general tried to sue about abortion pills, got tossed out for having absolutely no standing, and so tried again claiming that the state has standing due to lost federal funding caused by fewer teen pregnancies. I am not making this shit up.

[emmafallsinlove]

imagine nyc!rory and stars hollow!jess au……..

[clockworkreapers]

some cute fantroll commissions

[romanceyourdemons]

[ID: an author listing reading “Xiu, Mo Xiang Tong /end ID]

my local library catalogue has given me a lot to ponder, regarding the nature and function of cataloguing. i don’t think i would have done it that way

[queenboimler]

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[bidoofdaily]

i drew this on the clock so basically i got paid to do it

[teyrnacousland]

I think they should make Gareth David-Lloyd (Solas' VA) record all elven lines and use his recordings as pronunciation guides because he says everything so beautifully and consistently and I love it

[night-dark-woods]

the girls... bonding? under the cut :) its the first time Hapax kills Fuller

(cw for mild gore/body horror)

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Fuller's last thought as Hapax's shotgun unmakes her ribcage into a senseless bloody pulp is that she really should have remembered to account for how fast Awoken metabolisms burn through sedatives.

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Fuller's body convulses on the ground as her Ghost knits her charge back together, viscera bubbling itself into existence, bones cracking as layers of muscle and fat creep across them. Resurrection is a messy business. Shotgun balanced neatly across her thighs and breathing forced meditation-slow, Hapax sits cross-legged and watches Fuller's violent transmutation from meat back into person.

When the top layer of skin on her chest finally closes, Fuller manages half a rattling inhale before a coughing fit curls her forward. Her shaking fingers claw grooves in the fresh mud her blood has made of the moon-dust; odd to think this could be the first water that has touched this ground in millenia. It's probably still warm under Fuller's palms.

Fuller hacks and spits on hands and knees for several minutes, blood and saliva drooling from her mouth while her Ghost hovers anxiously around her, darting glances at Hapax that go unacknowledged. Finally Fuller manages a full inhale, smears blood and dirt across her cheek with the back of her hand, and throws herself down flat on her back in a drier section of the dirt.

"Hahhh, Fuck! Ouch."

Fuller's voice is a grating rasp through her raw and freshly-built throat. She laughs, coughs again, spits out more blood.

"What were you doing to me?"

"I forgot how fast Awoken metabolize drugs. That's on me." Fuller points at her Ghost, hand wavering almost drunkenly. "Cel, make a note please! Too long working only with Hive; I can't have this kind of blind spot. See what you can pull from VanNet."

"Hey!" Hapax snaps her fingers, "What were you fucking doing?"

Fuller's head lolls to the side so she can look at Hapax, irises thin rings of green around blown pupils.

"You have Techeun implants. I wanted to see if they still worked."

"You could have fucking asked."

"And you would have grunted and ignored me, or told me to take a hike down to the Catacombs. I'm not wasting my time when I already know the outcome." Fuller tries to lever herself back up to sitting, but her arms give out and she falls back with a painful-sounding thud. Good.

Hapax's pulse is a war drum in her temples despite her best efforts. "So instead you drugged me and cut into my skull."

Fuller rolls her eyes. "You're fine, it's not like I did anything to your Ghost. Worst case she could have just brought you back. Also, your implants are subdermal. I didn't even touch your skull." She winks. "Much."

Hapax glares and runs her finger along the arc of the incision behind her ear where Fuller had peeled back her skin, pushes the scab-edged layer of herself around. Something pulls and then tears, and a trickle of fresh blood joins the flaking coating down the side of her neck. She thinks about the Warlock's bony fingers poking around against the fragile shell of her skull and shivers, ears flicking up briefly before she masters herself again.

"I'm not one of your experiments. Don't touch me again."

"It's not like you're using them anyway! It's a waste. How else am I supposed to get access to this kind of Reef-tech? Your people are not exactly the sharing type."

"It's not Reef-tech, it's my fucking brain! It's not something you can have access to."

Fuller has finally succeeded at sitting up, and scooted back to lean on one of her pillars of fileboxes. Hapax hopes it falls on her.

"It is tech, whether you like it or not, and would be useful to my research if it wasn't in such an uncooperative package." Fuller looks Hapax up and down, and the corner of her mouth pulls into a smirk. "A nice looking package though."

Hapax growls at her, ears pinned back, and pushes herself up to standing. She's had enough of people thinking they're entitled to her body, her time, her existence because they think they recognize some part of her. The Queen and the Vanguard who each assume her ontological loyalty, the Corsairs who look at her face and superimpose someone else- even Schiller, with her quiet disappointment in Hapax's solitude. And now Fuller thinks she should be allowed to root around in her head just for her fucked up experiments?

The mud sticks to her boot treads like it's trying to hold her back. She tilts Fuller's chin up with the muzzle of the shotgun still coated in her own blood and rests it against her throat; makes full eye contact for once and bares her fangs.

"Flattery will get you nowhere. I'm not kidding. Touch me again and your Ghost will need to reassemble you from parts."

Fuller's eyes are wide and her lips are parted, and she takes in a shaky breath. For a second Hapax thinks she's finally gotten through to her. Fuller swallows, making the gun shift gently in Hapax's hand, an aftershock echo of the kick from firing. Then a sly grin spreads across her face and she tilts her head to the side, street-pigeon greedy.

"That a promise, baby?"

Hapax recoils, and her whole body scorches white-hot. Fuller doesn't want to take her seriously? That's fine. Hapax hasn't played her whole hand yet anyway. She wheels around and turns her back on Fuller, starts walking away.

"I've reported this to Aunor and requested clearance to move forward with your execution. I'd get your affairs in order. Such as they are."

She keeps one ear tilted back to hear Fuller's dismay; a gasp would be nice, but she'll settle for a change in her breathing.

Instead she gets a scoff.

"Good luck on that one. Aunor's wanted me dead for years and she's far more important than you. Ikora recognizes the value of my work, even if she won't admit it. And if she won't let her pet butcher kill me there's no way you'll get to. Nice try running crying to your owner though."

Hapax's lips pull back in a snarl but she manages to choke down the growl that tries to follow before Fuller can hear it, and stomps toward the doorway. She needs a break from this miserable fucking cave.

"We'll see."

[ceaselesswatchersspecialboy]

The anxiety of wanting to ask your brother if he’d like to match your costume for Halloween but not wanting to risk the chance he says no…