#lord robart

[fallenight]

today i offer you a new adofn twitter au...tomorrow? who knows!

[tragedykery]

[ID: the painting “fairy dance” by hans zatzka. women wearing colourful flowers dresses and flowers in their long hair dance in a circle, holding hands, all smiling. /end ID]

Me and the girlies in the haithwood trying to summon Kalyba:

[joycieillustrations]

For the " WRITERS" post:

🧑 Are there any OCs in the piece? Do you think readers will like them?

And

👀 Can you give us any sneak peaks?

I’ll answer these with Ad amorem! Please let me know if there was another WIP you had in mind 💕

🧑 Are there any OCs in the piece? Do you think readers will like them?

There’s not any OCs I can think of off of the top of my head - other than Robart, who I introduced in Ex libris as a friend for Corlys - but I will introduce a couple of characters from Fire and Blood that have not appeared in HotD nor been mentioned, so their depiction is almost like an OC. The primary one I’m thinking of I think people will really like: a female friend for Rhaenys, older and bolder and a great giver of advice when Rhaenys doesn’t have Alysanne to turn to. I can’t reveal her name because it’ll give away one of the plot points, but I’ve enjoyed what I’ve written of her thus far!

👀 Can you give us any sneak peaks?

Of course! This excerpt is from the WIP for the opening chapter of Ad amorem:

“My dearest Corlys,

It has not even been a day since we have parted and by the Gods, I miss you so.

Did you enjoy my display over the Blackwater as you departed? I do not think I have ever run so fast in my life, nor readied myself for flight so quickly - all to see one last glimpse of you, my love, to treasure during these weeks we must be parted. Two weeks is too short a time to have one’s love by one’s side, especially when one has endured so many years of solitude. How glad I am to have so precious a memory of you, husband-to-be. You shall ever be stood so in my mind, my bold adventurer, whenever I think of you: and I shall think of you, my lord, most fondly and most often, until you return to me.

I regret that I have not much else to report, what with your absence thus far only numbering a handful of hours. I must admit, I have already wept more this day than I have in many years. As we turned from you, love, my grandmother swore it would not always hurt so… yet I cannot believe it. Your absence is already a most tangible pain within my breast— and to think that but a few hours ago, I held you in my arms! To think that it has not yet been a day since we first embraced, since first we promised ourselves to one another. Oh, that I had had courage sooner! How many embraces might we have known then? How cruel it is to have such heady tastes of all that might be between a man and a woman, only to be obliged to wait so long a time before I might know more of such things.

As I write to you now, I am sat by the window in my chambers. I had never given much thought to it before, but I wish now my rooms afforded me a better view of the Blackwater — so that I might be better reminded of you, of course, by the sight of the sea that brought you to me. Mother caught me watching the waters from the ramparts. I can tell she is at a loss with what to do with a heartsick daughter. She says that this is the price of falling in love with an adventurer - with you, my beloved mariner - and that I will soon learn to endure it. I, however, am of the opinion that I am somewhat overdue some fits of girlishness, for I have taken great care to be sensible in my one-and-twenty years and thus am owed quite the sum of tears, sighing, and daydreaming. I plan to pine for you a little longer, my dearest husband-to-be, before I resume my role of dutiful princess.”

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Thank you for the ask ❤️

[asa-writes]

Dichotomy 1

“Interest”

Aemond x F! OC / Jacaerys x F! OC - 18+ MINORS DNI

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: period accurate gender stereotypes, daddy issues if you squint 

Chapter Summary:   Maena and Maellys arrive at court, where they are greeted by Lord Varys, The Master of Whispers.

It had been a long trip to King's Landing for Maellys and Maena. Their father, Ser Robart Rivers, had arranged for them to spend the summer in King's Landing at old King Viserys's court. He would accompany them to the Red Keep and then return to his castle in the Riverlands. As they approached the city gates, Maellys couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement mixed with apprehension. She had heard stories of the court of King Viserys, of the intrigue and politics that went on behind closed doors. Maena, on the other hand, seemed completely unfazed, her sharp black eyes scanning their surroundings with a cool detachment.

As they made their way through the bustling city streets, they caught glimpses of the Red Keep towering above them. Maellys felt her heart skip a beat at the sight of it. She had always been fascinated with the Targaryen dynasty, and the prospect of being in the same place where so much history had taken place was thrilling. Her father told her that there would even be a chance that she might catch a glimpse of one of the mighty dragons.

Finally, they arrived at the gates of the Red Keep. Ser Robart had instructed them to present themselves to the Master of Whispers, Lord Varys, upon their arrival. As they made their way through the labyrinthine halls of the castle, Maellys couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. "Maena?", she whispered, tucking a strand of her silky black hair behing her pale ear. Her sister glanced over at her. "Not now. We shall talk freely once we have been introduced to Lord Varys and shown around the Red Keep."

Maellys nodded, trying to hide her nerves as they approached the door to Lord Varys's chambers. Ser Robart knocked, and the door was opened by a bald man with a pale, slimy complexion. "Welcome, my lord," he said, bowing low to Ser Robart. "And welcome to you, young ladies. Lord Varys is expecting you. Please, come in."

They entered the dimly lit room, and Lord Varys rose to greet them. "Welcome to King's Landing, young ladies," he said, with a slight bow. "I am Lord Varys, the Master of Whispers. Your father has instructed me to take care of you during your stay here. Please, make yourselves comfortable."

Maellys and Maena sat down on the plush velvet chairs in front of Lord Varys's desk and watched their Father retreat to the back of the room. Lord Varys poured them each a goblet of wine and began to ask them about their journey. Maellys started chattering away, telling him all about their journey through the riverlands. Maena on the other hand tried her best to stay as quiet as possible. Why should she speak to the Master of Whispers? Moreover, why would her father entrust them to Lord Varys for what he described as a 'simple, enjoyable summer at court'?

As Lord Varys listened to Maellys's story, his eyes flicked over to Maena. He had long ago learned to be observant, to read people's expressions and body language for any hidden meaning. He could see the tension in Maena's posture, the way she kept her eyes focused on her goblet of wine. He knew that there was more to her than met the eye.

Lord Varys's eyes narrowed when Maena met his gaze to ask him a question. Despite the pleasantries, his face showed no signs of a congenial old man."Tell me, Maena," he said suddenly, fixing his gaze on her. "What do you think of King's Landing so far?"

Maena looked up, surprised to be addressed directly. "It's... impressive," she said carefully. "But I reserve judgement until I have seen more of it."

Lord Varys nodded thoughtfully. "Wise words," he said. "King's Landing can be both beautiful and dangerous, depending on how one navigates it. I take it that you know our royal family?" Maena's eyebrows raised at the question. "I know of them," she said coolly. "My sister and I have studied the history of the Seven Kingdoms extensively."

Lord Varys smiled, revealing a set of perfectly white teeth. "Then I'm sure you'll have no trouble fitting in at court," he said. "But you must remember, the court can be a treacherous place. It's important to keep your wits about you at all times."

Maena nodded, her eyes glinting with understanding. She knew that Lord Varys was trying to warn her of the dangers that lurked in the shadows of the Red Keep. But she wasn't afraid. She had been trained to handle herself in any situation, and she was confident in her abilities concerning scheming Ladies.

As the conversation continued, Maellys found herself growing more and more fascinated by Lord Varys. He seemed to know everything about everyone in the castle, and he spoke in hushed tones. He nodded thankfully at Lord Rivers, who in turn got up and pressed a hasty kiss on his daughter's heads and excused himself. "Take care, my sweet ones.", he said and gave Lord Varys a stern look. "I shall look forward to return after a successful summer, my Lord." Lord Varys gave him a cunning smile and bid him farewell.

Maellys, who by now was enruptured by the Red Keep, gave Maena her cup and turned fully towards the Master of the Whispers, her dress shifting beautifully over her lap. The lace was made of soft silks, with tiny golden thread forming flowers. The silk was exquisite and kissed her skin like a lover's touch."Please, do tell us more about the princes! Aegon and Aemond - how are they? What are they like? Do we have a chance to see them?"

Lord Varys smiled at Maellys's enthusiasm. "Ah, the princes," he said. "Aegon and Aemond are both very different, yet equally fascinating. Aegon is the elder of the two, and he is known for his quick wit and capability of being a superb entertainer. Aemond is a skilled swordsman and a fierce competitor in the tourneys. He also spends a lot of his time in the library, poring over ancient tomes and manuscripts."

Maellys's eyes widened in excitement. "I would love to see them in a tourney or a Feast!", she exclaimed. "Do you think there will be one while we're here?"

Lord Varys nodded. "Oh, there will be plenty of opportunities to see the princes in action," he said. "And who knows, perhaps you might even catch the eye of one of them."

Maena rolled her eyes at her sister's naive interest for the Targaryen men. However, Lord Varys seemed to take note of the exchange between the sisters. He leaned forward, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "But my ladies, the princes are not the only ones who seek attention from the young ladies of the court," he said, his eyes darting between them. "There are many other men who would be interested in getting to know you better."

Maellys blushed at the suggestion, but Maena's expression remained unchanged. "Thank you, Lord Varys," Maena said coolly. "But we are not here to find suitors. We are here to enjoy the summer and to learn about the workings of the court."

Lord Varys smiled in response. "Of course, my lady," he said. "But I would be remiss if I did not mention the possibilities that await you here in King's Landing. It is a city of secrets and desires, and you never know what might happen."

After being shown around the Red Keep, Lord Varys showed them their chambers. "I wish you a good afternoon, my Ladies. I shall see you again at this evening's Feast.Your Guards will take great care of you." With that, the old man slowly crept away from them, leaving the twins to their own devices, their guards silently standing in front of their rooms. Maellys nervously fixed her lavish updo and squeezed her sister's shoulder. "I shall go and visit the garden. The letter to mother will not write itself.", she said nervously.

Nodding, Maena gave her a sweet smile. "I shall join you as fast as I can. I wish to change my attire lest you wish to outshine me." Maellys grinned. "'Tis not my fault that I like to be pretty all of the time." Maena gave her twin a well-meaning eyeroll and went into her chamber. Gesturing her maid to bring forth a beautifully decorated emerald gown, she stripped and sat down on a small stool. As she was being dressed, her mind wandered back to Lord Varys's words. She couldn't help but feel a sense of unease at the thought of the court's hidden desires and secrets. She had always been taught to be cautious around men, especially those in positions of power. But she couldn't shake the feeling that there was something more going on in the Red Keep.

Once she was dressed, Maena stood in front of the mirror, admiring her outfit. The emerald gown hugged her curves in all the right places, and the intricate beading sparkled in the light. It made a soft swishing and rustling noise as the skirts flowed in the breeze of the open window. Her black hair framed her round, pale face as it cascaded out of her updo onto her beautifully rounded shoulders. She felt confident and powerful, ready to face whatever the court had in store for her.

As she exited her chamber, she saw Maellys waiting for her, her face lit up with excitement. "Come on," Maellys said, grabbing her arm. "Let's go explore the garden."

The garden was even more beautiful than Maena had imagined. The garden was a maze of flowers, leaves and vines. Roses of every variety lined the outer perimeter, their petals in every shade of red and pink imaginable. Delicate daisies and yellow daffodils decorated the walkways and stone benches, their vibrant colors and cheerful fragrance filling the air.

The garden was deserted; the only sign of life were a few birds chirping in the distance. She beelined towards a grand wooden bench, intricately carved with flowers and fairies, leaving Maellys to explore its vast grounds. Sitting down, she sighed with relief and let the sun's warmth seep into her bones.

Maellys wandered even further from her sister, trying her best to find a quiet spot to write. The sound of the quill scratching on the parchment was like music to her ears. She lost herself in the writing, half-forgetting where she was. Suddenly, she heard footsteps behind her. She looked up to see a woman standing there, her expression unreadable. She was dressed in a beautiful green dress, her reddish-brown hair tucked heatly into a simple bun at the nape of her neck.

Seeing the royal insignia on her, Maellys suddenly shot up and dipped into a low curtsy. "Your Royal Highness, Queen Alicent...", she mumbled awkwardly. Even though she had been excited to meet the court later on, nothing could have prepared her to meet the Queen. The Queen smiled warmly at Maellys. "Rise, my dear," she said. "There's no need to be so formal. I came here to have a chat with you."

Maellys felt a wave of trepidation wash over her. What could the Queen possibly want with her? She straightened up, her heart racing with nervous anticipation. "Your Royal Highness," she said, her voice shaking slightly. "How may I be of service?"

The Queen sat down next to her, regal and poised as ever. "I wanted to inquire about your stay in the Red Keep," she said, giving her a sweet smile. "I hope everything is to your liking."

Maellys nodded, her tongue tied in her mouth. She had never been in the presence of someone so important before. "Yes, Your Royal Highness," she said. "Lord Varys has been very kind in showing us around."

The Queen smiled. "Yes, Lord Varys is a valuable member of the King's court," she said. "But I wanted to ask you something else. Something that is close to my heart."

Maellys looked at the Queen, her black eyes wide with curiosity. "Anything, Your Royal Highness," she said.

The Queen leaned closer to her, her breath hot on Maellys's ear. She smelled like fresh linen, sweet and pleasant. "I have a favor to ask of you," she said. "Something that only someone as young, pious and beautiful as you could help me with."

Maellys's heart skipped a beat at the suggestion. She pulled back slightly, unsure of what the Queen was asking of her. Her back was so stiff that it hurt. "What kind of favor, Your Royal Highness?" The Queen's gaze was intense, studying her closely. "It is a simple request, my dear," she said. "I merely wish for you to be present at a private gathering. One that will be attended by only the most distinguished members of the court."

Maellys's heart raced with excitement at the prospect of attending such an event, but something about the Queen's request made her uneasy. "I would be honored, Your Royal Highness," she said, trying to keep her voice steady. "But may I ask what kind of gathering it will be?"The Queen smiled, her eyes glinting with a mischievous light. "It is a secret, my dear," she said. "But I promise you, it will be a night you will never forget."

Maellys hesitated, unsure of whether or not she should accept the Queen's offer. But the thought of attending a private gathering, one that held the promise of secrets and desires, was too tempting to resist. "I will attend, Your Royal Highness. What about my sister?" she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

The Queen's smile widened. "Maena will also be invited, my dear," she said. "She too possesses a beauty that is rare and valuable in the court. News of her cunning and wit have reached our ears - we would be delighted to experience it."

Maellys felt a sense of relief wash over her. She couldn't imagine attending such an event without her sister by her side. "Thank you, Your Royal Highness," she said. "We will be there."The Queen stood up, her green dress flowing gracefully around her. "Splendid," she said, her voice full of satisfaction. "I look forward to seeing you both there. It will be a night to remember."

As the Queen left, Maellys couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. She couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss, that there was more to the Queen's request than she was letting on. But she pushed those thoughts aside, her mind already wandering to the excitement and intrigue of the upcoming gathering.

Maellys watched her go, her mind whirling with possibilities. What could the Queen have in store for her? And why did she feel such a sense of unease about it? She quickly rushed towards Maena, who was snoring quietly away. "Mae!", she whispered and shook her awake. "Wake up! We have to get ready..."

[thranduilland]

WIP Word Search Game

Tagged by @sleepsonfutons with the words appearance, revenge, master, reward, jacket, and double

Snips under the break

Appearance (strangers to lovers- Dream was Eleanor)

She’s certain she can protect this child if they are not born exactly as a human might expect, but she wishes she wouldn’t have to. She wishes she could know if Hob would accept them, even if they were born… not quite human in appearance, temperament, abilities, et cetera. She wishes she could trust the staff here to care for her child the way they deserve should they happen to be born just short of expectation. But she doesn’t trust the staff.

Revenge, okay somehow... none of my wips have 'revenge' so I went with 'vengeance' instead... (occultist Hob summons the King of Dreams to demand he keep better track of his nightmares)

Now, she is a fragile little thing, too thin, too pale, too much a ghost of her past self. If Andy could see her now, he’s sure she’d kick his arse for it. Then, she’d raid the Dreaming herself to get vengeance for their daughter. But Andy is not here, she’s busy putting her affairs in order and preparing for her next great adventure. All Jessamy has is Hob, and he’s failing.

Master(s) (Hob is Irmo from Tolkien legendarium)

“I am Irmo. The Vala of Dreams, Desires, and Visions, Lord of Lórien, the youngest of the Fëanturi, the Masters of the Spirits,” Irmo answers, blinking. “I am also called Hob Gadling or Robart Gladley, in this time.”

Reward (Hob got possessed by a demon at the 1989 meeting)

While the demon cannot read Hob’s thoughts or his memories, if Hob tries to speak, the demon can hear that. Hob hadn’t cared about that too much at the beginning, not until the first time the demon picked a victim who looked just a little bit too much like Hob’s Stranger. Hob has plead for all of them to run away, to be safe, to save themselves, but… the demon had noticed the shift in the way Hob pleaded for the stranger-look-alikes and that was it. The worst part is, the demon treats it like some sort of sick reward for Hob, when Hob hasn’t been annoying them as much.

Jacket Okay, again, nothing with jacket, so I used 'coat' (The Hope in Hell, Hob is Lucifer's child, Hope)

“What good is Hope?” he asks, as he shrugs that name from his shoulders. “What good am I?” Hob Gadling asks as he pulls his coat tighter around himself and stalks off into the night. He has nowhere to go, nowhere to be, but he cannot stay here.

Double (Eleanor was Shaxberd)

They do not speak of that night again, which is a relief for Eleanor, because she has yet to come clean about her double life. Instead, she spends her time off ‘visiting relatives’ in other parts of the country, all the while she is spreading her poetry far and wide under a false name while her husband stays home to run their lands.

This ended up being a lot harder than I expected?!?! Hahah, oh well. Got there in the end. I am tagging @phinofthestorm because I want snips :P and anyone else who wants to do it but no pressure!!! Your words are prayer, nightmare, agony, touch, scar, and love

[aradxan]

Lanhydrock House and Gardens, Cornwall by photphobia The great house stands in extensive grounds (360 hectares or 890 acres) above the River Fowey and it has been owned and managed by the National Trust since 1953. Much of the present house dates back to Victorian times but some sections date from the 1620s. It is a Grade I listed building and is set in gardens with formal areas. The hill behind the house is planted with a fine selection of shrubs and trees. Lanhydrock estate belonged to the Augustinian priory of St Petroc at Bodmin but the Dissolution of the Monasteries during the 1530s saw it pass into private hands. In 1620 wealthy merchant Sir Richard Robartes, of Truro, acquired the estate and began building Lanhydrock House, designed to a four-sided layout around a central courtyard and constructed of grey granite. Robartes died in 1624 but work on the building was continued by his son John Robartes, 1st Earl of Radnor, a notable public figure who served as Lord Privy Seal and Lord President of the Council. The embattled walls were built of rude (rough), massive granite blocks with years 1636 and 1642 on the walls, indicating when they were built. A barbican gate was added and the house was garrisoned by Parliamentary forces in August 1644 when Sir Richard Grenville took possession. Lanhydrock is a civil parish centred on a country estate and mansion in Cornwall, United Kingdom. The parish lies south of the town of Bodmin and is bounded to the north by Bodmin parish, to the south by Lanlivery parish and to the west by Lanivet parish. The parish church is dedicated to St Hydroc and stands in the grounds of Lanhydrock House. Parts date back to the late 15th century and the church has a chancel, nave, north and south aisles and three-stage battlemented tower with nine bells. Eight bells date from the late 19th century and are regularly rung. The ninth bell dates from circa 1599 and is only rung infrequently for tolling. https://flic.kr/p/2cDqiCp

[biboocat]

Framley Parsonage by Anthony Trollope.

The fourth Barsetshire novel continues to explore the themes of class, politics, and the ties that bind. The pace is leisurely, but the details of Barsetshire society gradually accrue to form a rich and credible world, and the last third of novel stirs with event and emotion. We see the weighty influence of the aristocracy in the person of Lady Lufton (who strongly reminds me of Elizabeth Gaskell’s Lady Ludlow) on her son, Lord Ludovic Lufton and her son’s longtime friend, Mark Robarts, the Vicar of Framley. Her patronage is generous, but it comes with expectations. We are confronted with an unscrupulous character, and once again Mrs. Proudie’s behavior fails to comport with her position as the Bishop’s wife and Christian. In contrast we are shown the nobility of lovers, the selfless devotion of wives and mothers, Miss Dunstable who is known as much for her shrewdness and integrity as for her wealth, and we see the steadfastness of friends. In the balance Anthony Trollope inspires us by showing us Barsetshire’s fidelity and humanity. It’s a lovely book, one of my favorites in the series thus far.

[disasterdrvid]

GET LORD ROBART'S ASS

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Put back the clock, I whispered savagely, make it four years ago, and Gartred acting spy for Lord Robartes. Let her take the blame. Fix the crime on her. She is the one who will emerge from this unscathed, for all her spoilt beauty. I looked towards her, and saw, to my wonder, that she was looking at me also. Her scarf had slipped, showing the vivid wound upon her cheek. The sight of it, and the memory of the night before, filled me, not with anger or with pity, but despair. 

Daphne du Maurier, The King's General

[derangedrhythms]

I would love to see a collection of quotes about the moon/moongazing. Thanks

"We looked at the moon and the moon looked at us."

— Helen Oyeyemi, from ‘White Is for Witching’

"How bright, glaring-bright, the moon […] Shreds of cloud blowing across it like living things."

"A cold-glaring full moon suspended in the sky like the unblinking eye of God."

— Joyce Carol Oates, from ‘We Were the Mulvaneys’

"There is something haunting in the light of the moon; it has all the dispassionateness of a disembodied soul, and something of its inconceivable mystery."

— Joseph Conrad, from 'Lord Jim'

"As the moon’s shadow passes over you—like a rush of gloom, a tornado, a cannonball, a loping god, the heeling over of a boat, a slug of anaesthetic up your arm…"

— Anne Carson, Decreation: Poetry, Essays, Opera; from ‘Totality: The Colour of Eclipse’

"Under the shield of night, / let me unburden the moon."

— Forugh Farrokhzad, Reborn; from ‘Border Walls’, tr. Sholeh Wolpé

"The moon is my mother. She is not sweet like Mary. / Her blue garments unloose small bats and owls."

— Sylvia Plath, Ariel; from 'The Moon and the Yew Tree'

"The brimming moon looked through me and I could not move."

— Ted Hughes, Recklings; from ‘Keats’

"The full moon is out, casting her equivocal corpse-glow over all."

— Margaret Atwood, from ‘The Testaments’

"I never go walking in the moonlight, never, without being met by thoughts of my dead, without the feeling of death and of the future coming over me."

— Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, from ‘The Sorrows of Young Werther’ tr. David Constantine

"And the moon is wilder every minute."

— W. B. Yeats, Michael Robartes and the Dancer; from 'Solomon and the Witch'

"A moon loosened from a stag’s eye,"

— Theodore Roethke, Praise to the End!; from ‘Give Way, Ye Gates’

"Moon full, moon dark,"

— Sylvia Plath, Collected Poems; from ‘Goatsucker’

"Let’s order one last round and kiss in front of god and the rest of the drunks, then pour ourselves out into the night, following the moon anywhere but home."

— William Taylor Jr., from ‘Literary Sexts: Volume 2′

"In the window, the moon is hanging over the earth, / meaningless but full of messages."

— Louise Glück, A Village Life; from ‘A Village Life’

"while from the moon, my lover’s eye / chills me to death"

— Sylvia Plath, Collected Poems: Juvenilia; from ‘To a Jilted Lover’

"The moon has a strange look to-night. Has she not a strange look? She is like a mad woman, a mad woman who is seeking everywhere for lovers."

"Look at the moon! How strange the moon seems! She is like a woman rising from a tomb. She is like a dead woman."

"Oh! How strange the moon looks. You would think it was the hand of a dead woman who is seeking to cover herself with a shroud."

— Oscar Wilde, from 'Salomé'

"The moon has nothing to be sad about, / Staring from her hood of bone. / She is used to this sort of thing. / Her blacks crackle and drag."

— Sylvia Plath, Collected Poems; from ‘Edge’

"Where, indeed does the moon not look well? What is the scene, confined or expansive, which her orb does not hallow?"

— Charlotte Brontë, from 'Villette'

"And the tarnished sliver of moon glows / Like an old serrated knife."

— Anna Akhmatova, Seventh Book: from ‘In a Broken Mirror’, tr. Judith Hemschemeyer

"In the full moon you dream more."

— Margaret Atwood, Morning in the Burned House; from ‘The Ottawa River By Night’

"…the moon appeared momentarily […] her disk was blood-red and half overcast; she seemed to throw on me one bewildered, dreary glance, and buried herself again instantly in the deep drift of cloud.

— Charlotte Brontë, from ‘Jane Eyre’

"It is not so much moonless as the moon is seen nowhere / And always felt."

— Dorothea Lasky, Black Life; from ‘Poets, You Are Eager’

"If the moon smiled, she would resemble you. / You leave the same impression / Of something beautiful, but annihilating."

— Sylvia Plath, Ariel; from ‘The Rival’

[sapphim]

Mine Massacre - Cut Content

Cut content from DA2′s act 3 bone pit questline! The mine massacre quest was originally much longer than it appeared in game.

mine massacre journal entries

Go to the Bone Pit to assess the situation for Hubert. See to the workers who are sheltered in the mines. Return to Hubert in Hightown's market by day. Control of the Bone Pit was handed to the miners to settle a labor dispute. Control of the Bone Pit was wrested from Hubert to settle a labor dispute. The Bone Pit labor dispute ended when Hubert's guards killed the miners. The Bone Pit labor dispute ended when Hubert's guards killed the miners. The high dragon has returned. Kill it! The Bone Pit has been overrun by dragons. Slay them! Hubert was grateful for the dragons being eliminated. The high dragon at the Bone Pit was left to its own devices.

quest start

(Hawke completed act 1 quest The Bone Pit) Hubert: Catastrophe has struck, partner! We are ruined. Ruined! Hawke: [Calm yourself.] Don't panic. Tell me what happened. Hawke: [It figures.] It's always something with this mine. Hawke: [Spit it out.] I've no patience for hysterics. Tell me what's wrong. Hubert: A cart came back from the Bone Pit, half-wrecked, with a dozen mangled bodies! Hubert: The horse pulling the cart was the only survivor, and it does not speak! Hubert: Town full of rotten mages and not one can get answers from a horse? Hawke: [I'll go.] I'll see what's going on. Until then, try to stay calm. Hawke: [What would you do without me?] I'll check it out. You keep interrogating that horse. Hawke: [Enough. I'll deal with it.] If you've nothing relevant to add, I'll get to it. Hubert: I knew I could depend on you. Just like old times, partner!

(Hawke did not complete act 1 quest The Bone Pit) Hubert: Champion! Catastrophe has struck! I am ruined. Ruined! Hawke: [Calm yourself.] Don't panic. Tell me what happened. Hawke: [Do I know you?] Since I became Champion of Kirkwall, everyone wants a piece of me. Hawke: [Spit it out.] I've no patience for hysterics. Tell me what's wrong. Hubert: A cart came back from the Bone Pit, half-wrecked, with a dozen mangled bodies! Hubert: My mining operation could be in grave jeopardy, and no one can tell me what is going on! Hubert: I implore you, Champion! Go to the Bone Pit and set things straight! Hawke: [Isn't the Bone Pit cursed?] I've heard the place is riddled with misfortune. Why would you have a mining operation there? Hubert: I thought the rumors were exaggerated. The mine has been good for the city these last few years. Hubert: It provides hundreds of jobs for your own countrymen, Fereldan expatriates who would otherwise be on the streets. Hawke: [I'll go.] I'll see what's going on. Until then, try to stay calm. Hawke: [I have nothing better to do.] With the Undercity sewers backed up, I'll take any excuse to get out of town. Hubert: Oh thank you! I knew the Champion of Kirkwall would come to my aid. Hawke: [Maybe later.] I'll get there when I get there. Hubert: Please make time for this, Champion. With each passing moment, wealth is being lost. And lives too!

As released, Hawke goes to the bone pit, fights a high dragon, and returns with bad news for Hubert.

vanilla quest end

Hawke: A dragon attacked your mine. Everyone is dead. Hubert: Dear Maker! What of my equipment? Did it seem salvageable? Hawke: [You selfish bastard.] Unfortunately, your precious equipment didn't make it... and neither did your workers. Hawke: [Priorities first, right?] No. And neither did the workers who died trying to save it. Hawke: [Everything was razed.] The dragons scorched every last cart and shovel. Hubert: Oh, my heart! So many years of investment... I am ruined. Ruined! Hubert: I am sorry, Champion, I appreciate your help, but I sank all my coin into that rotten mine. I have nothing left to pay you. Hawke: [I'll take the mine.] Give me the Bone Pit. Perhaps in a few years I can get it back in order. Hubert: What? (Scoffs.) Fine, take it! I wash my hands of this cursed venture! Hawke: [I didn't do this for money.] I slew the dragon to protect the city. I need no coin from you. Hubert: Up-jumped bloody dog-lord.

In the cut content, however, Hawke finds Hubert’s hired guards outside the mine. Recorded audio for the cut content can be found on youtube.

cut conversation - Cara

Cara: Champion! I didn't think anyone was coming. Hawke: What happened here? Cara: The dragons caught us by surprise, coming down from the mountains. Cara: Robart, my best lieutenant, was watching for them, but... he's missing. Cara: We held back the dragons so the survivors could take shelter in the mines. Now we're clearing a way out of here. Hawke: [Are the miners safe?] You're not leaving without the miners, are you? Hawke: [So you're running away?] Better save yourselves while you can, right? Hawke: [What, are you cowards?] You should be protecting the miners. Why aren't you with them? Cara: It's not like that! We're clearing the way so they can escape before the high dragon returns. Aveline: A high dragon? So near to Kirkwall? Anders: Come now, high dragons are exceedingly rare, and I've already slain one of them. Hawke: A high dragon? Are you sure? Cara: I've read the tales of the Hero of Ferelden. The description matches. (Here the high dragon interrupts the conversation in some way.) Cara: Believe me now? We're running out of time! Cara: Champion, please go to the mines and get the workers on their feet. I'll watch the skies.

Cara: I'll guard this path. Please, see to the survivors.

Cara: Maker be with you, Champion.

Hawke finds the surviving miners in the mines.

cut conversation - Earl & Jansen

Earl: Champion, you're here! Jansen's asking for you. I fear he don't have long. Blue Hawke: Jansen. I'm here to get you to safety. We don't have much time. Purple Hawke: Jansen, my friend. You look a bit worse for the wear. Red Hawke: Jansen... help is here. Hold on.. Anders: He's dying. There is nothing I can do. Aveline: That wound has festered. It's... not good. Isabela: This one's beyond help. Fenris: The wound rots. His death is certain. Varric: That's a nasty wound. Jansen: The... Champion of Kirkwall. I knew you'd come. Earl: He's delirious. Been trying to tell me something, but I can't make it out. Jansen: I thought my life would be more than this... more than mines and dragons and that bastard Hubert. Jansen: But I gave my life to the Bone Pit, like so many others... Hawke: [I'm so sorry.] Forgive me. I would have saved you if I could. Hawke: [You're not dead yet.] Cheer up. While you still draw breath, there's hope. Hawke: [We don't have time for this.] Jansen, I need to get the miners to safety. If you've something say, make it quick. Jansen: I feel the cold creeping up. Not long till it stops my heart. Unlike Hubert, I can't live without one. Jansen: I overheard that bastard, talking to a guard—thought it was nothing till now. But he knew the dragons was coming. Earl: Hubert's a son-of-an-Orlesian-whore, but there's no way he'd leave us to die. Jansen: Listen to me! This mine's cursed—let it burn! Don't let it take another innocent life. Jansen: Please... Earl: No! No, not yet! We can still get out of this... Cara: Messere Hawke! We're too late. The dragon's returned!

Earl: Ah, Jansen. I'll drink a pint for you, my friend. Earl: If Hubert knew those dragons were coming... I'll crack his head open!

Earl: Best of luck. We're all depending on you.

After the high dragon is killed, Hubert appears outside the mine with the guards.

quest end

Earl: You saved us, Champion. When we reach Kirkwall, we'll send help for the wounded. Earl: Hubert! Now you show up? We watched our brothers die, all for your blighted pit! Hubert: How dare you! Without me, you would have starved to death in the gutters of Lowtown. Earl: That's better than filling a monster's belly! Hubert: Imbeciles! How could I predict the dragons would return? You bark like you are the only ones who lost something. Hawke: [Let's calm down.] Throwing accusations around doesn't help anyone. Hawke: [You're welcome, by the way.] In case you hadn't noticed, your dragon's dead. No need to thank me. Hawke: [Shut up, all of you.] Quit your shouting. Hubert: Yes, thank you Champion! I, for one, am both grateful and amazed... Cara: Robart? I thought you were dead. You were watching for dragons. Why didn't you warn us? Robart: Cara, I... I've got new orders now. Cara: Hubert? You knew about the dragons? Hubert: Just calm down and you'll be well compensated. Cara: Do you know how many died? And it's your fault! Keep your blood money. Hawke: [Hubert, please explain.] I assume there's a good reason you didn't tell me about the dragons. Hawke: [What were you thinking?] You knew dragons were coming and you kept it to yourself? Hawke: [You sent me here to die?] Was it your plan that the dragons would kill me? Hubert: Not at all! Hubert: Robart reported dragons in the region, but they could have gone anywhere. I simply wanted to avoid panic. Earl: And get every last hour of work out of us before we were eaten! Earl: To think I didn't believe Jansen. You motherless bastard! I'll rip out your shriveled heart! Hubert: Champion, talk some sense into your countrymen before they get themselves killed. I would rather not have to train new workers.

(Ending 1: Hawke takes the bone mine from Hubert.)

(Ending A) Blue Hawke: [I'm taking over as mine boss.] Coin can be earned again, but the lives lost can never be restored. Blue Hawke: Since they have sacrificed the most, the workers will own and run the mine, under my supervision. Hubert: What? After all I have invested— Blue Hawke: Hubert, you'll be a silent partner until your share's bought out. Hubert: Shit! Fine! I am sick of this pit anyway. I should have sold it years ago! Earl: Imagine that! We'll be owners! Earl: Be a lot of work to get this mine running again. First, we gotta get the injured back on their feet. (Ending B) Purple Hawke: [I'm taking over as mine boss.] As the person with the most impressive title, I'll make the decisions here, thank you. Purple Hawke: I'm taking over the Bone Pit, effective now! Red Hawke: [I'm taking over as mine boss.] You will give the mine over to me. Unless you'd rather pay with your life. Hawke: You men will have a safe environment and steady pay from now on. Hubert: Shit! Fine! I am sick of this pit anyway. I should have sold it years ago! Earl: No more taking orders from that Orlesian bastard! We'll be working for one of our own, now. Earl: Be a lot of work to get this mine running again. First, we gotta get the injured back on their feet.

(Ending 2: Hubert is killed)

Hawke: [The workers are right.] What you've done is indefensible. Stand down or face me. Robart: Sorry, Hubert. You can't pay me enough to cross swords with the Champion of Kirkwall and slayer of dragons. Hubert: No wait! I will double your pay... triple! Hubert: No! We can make a deal! How would you all like to be my partners? Hubert: (Screams.) Earl: I guess the Bone Pit's yours now. What are your plans? (Ending A) Hawke: [How'd you like to be partners?] The miners know how to run this place. I'll make you all co-owners. Earl: Imagine that! We'll be owners! Earl: Be a lot of work to get this mine running again. First, we gotta get the injured back on their feet. (Ending B) Hawke: [I'll be your new boss.] If you'll continue working the mines, I promise to treat you better than Hubert did. Earl: No more taking orders from that Orlesian bastard! We'll be working for one of our own, now. Earl: Be a lot of work to get this mine running again. First, we gotta get the injured back on their feet. (Ending C) Hawke: [I'm through with this place.] You and your fellows can have this blighted pit. I never want to come back here again. Earl: Aye, this place is cursed. Let's just walk away and never look back.

(Ending 3: the miners are killed)

Hawke: [It's your mess. Deal with it.] Hubert, I'll leave you to your problem. Hubert: What a bloody mess. Hubert: Thank you for dealing with the dragons. As promised, you are the majority owner of the Bone Pit now. Hubert: I will go draw up the paperwork. Men, leave the corpses to the crows.

assorted comments

Remarks from your party members during the quest:

Fenris: Most dragons kill for food or territory. These bodies were not devoured, so they must see this place as their own. Anders: They never stood a chance. Aveline: This was pure slaughter. Merrill: So many dead... Varric: I wonder if anyone could have prevented this. 

Anders: So many injured... We'll never be able to get them all out in time. Aveline: So few survivors... and we'll lose more if we try to move them. Fenris: This cave stinks of death. These people won't leave here alive. Varric: Even were we all healers, it would be impossible to help everyone. Merrill: So many injured and dying... 

Anders: Dragons. You never get used to the sight of them... Aveline: Dragons! The legends of this place must be true. They've returned to take what's theirs. Varric: Seems the dragons want their pit back. Merrill: After all these years, dragons have returned to the Bone Pit. Fenris: Dragons. Further proof this place is cursed. Isabela: I always thought dragons were supposed to be rare.

And comments from Hubert after the quest:

Hubert: I, eh, convinced the city guard to... overlook what happened at the Bone Pit. Hubert: I hired someone to post fliers in the refugee camps, so we shall have new workers before long. Hubert: The papers are in order. You will run the Bone Pit in my stead. Hubert: The papers are in order. The miners will run the Bone Pit themselves. Hubert: I never should have gotten involved with that cursed mine.

[amor-adisstancia]

Canciones que debes escuchar al menos una vez en tu vida. 

NUESTRAS

Compañera - Yellow Mellow

Ed Sheeran - Thinking Out Loud 

Perfect - Ed Sheeran 

División Minúscula - Sognare

Motel - Dime Ven 

Kilometros Sin Bandera 

Los Claxons - La Posibilidad

Juanes - Para Tu Amor

Guns N' Roses - Don't Cry

Guns N' Roses - November Rain

Ed Sheeran - How Would You Feel 

John Legend - All Of Me

Photograph - Ed 

Sam Smith - I’m Not The Only One

As long as you love me - Justin Bieber 

Simple Plan - Perfect 

Imagine Dragons - Not Today 

Carlos Vives, Sebastian Yatra - Robarte un Beso 

Manuel Medrano - Una y Otra Vez 

Afaz Natural - "Quizás"

Bruno Mars - It Will Rain

Snow Patrol - Chasing

Lord Huron - The Night We Met

Rozalen - Comiendote a Besos

Zahara - Con Las Ganas

Lady Gaga - Million Reasons 

Beautiful Thing - Grace VanderWaal 

Allison - Tú 

Guns N' Roses - November Rain

Hoobastank - The Reason

Café Tacvba - Eres

Marry You-Bruno Mars

When I was your man de Bruno Mars

Happier - Ed Sheeran

One Direction - You & I

DEDICA SI TIENES UN AMOR A DISTANCIA

Bruno Mars - Talking to the Moon

Aerosmith - I Don't Want Miss A Thing

Cover Calcetines escondidos

Florence + The Machine - Never Let Me Go

3 Doors Down - Here Without You

Allison - Luna AmargaAllison - Memorama

Allison - Aquí

Los Claxons - Ahí Estaré

Clara Lago. Aunque tu no lo sepasOasis - 

Stop Crying Your Heart Out 

Elefante - Durmiendo con la Luna

Bon Jovi - Always

jason mraz - i'm yours Long Distance - 

Bruno Mars Coldplay - Always In My Head  

 Goo Goo Dolls - Iris   

UN AMOR DE VERDAD - REIK

LO SIENTO

A CÁMARA LENTA - 1000 Disculpas

Goodbye My Lover - James Blunt 

Lewis Capaldi - Lost On You

Mercy - Shawn Mendes 

Christina Perri - Human 

OneRepublic - Apologize

nothing like us - jungkook; español.

PANDA - Los Malaventurados No Lloran 

Motel - Lejos Estamos Mejor 

Matisse - Si Fuera Fácil

Coldplay - The Scientist Coldplay - Yellow

FAMILIA

BROTHER KODALINE 

BANNERS - Start A Riot 

Never say you can´t-Bruno Mars.

Anna Clendening // To My Parents 

BONITAS

Caloncho - Palmar 

Caloncho - Brillo Mío

Caloncho - Amor Violento

Carlos Rivera - Que Lo Nuestro Se Quede Nuestro 

James Arthur - Say You Won't Let Go

Leonel García - Para Empezar 

John Legend - Love Me Now 

Matt Healy (The 1975) - 102

Division Minuscula Las Luces de Esta Ciudad

Negrø - Amigos 

DESDE LA PRIMERA PUERTA - Brock Ansiolitiko

SI LA VES - Brock Ansiolitiko

Manuel Medrano - Una y Otra Vez 

Sebastián Yatra - Cómo Mirarte 

ME ENAMORE

Allison - Frágil

Panda - Maracas

Sebastián Yatra - No Hay Nadie Más

Somewhere over the Rainbow 

Sigue

Beret - Ojalá 

Dante con Soge y Beret 

Dime quien ama de verdad - Beret (Cover Karen Méndez & Juacko)

Deben estar en esta lista

Me gusta como eres - Jarabe de palo 

Los Claxons - La Posibilidad 

Jesse & Joy - "Me Soltaste" 

Carla Morrison - Dejenme Llorar

Carla Morrison "Te Regalo" 

RECOMENDADAS POR USTEDES (manden sus canciones favoritas y hagamos la lista de reproduccion mas grande)

Bird set free 

 unstoppable

never give up

helium

big girls cry

 alive

 to be human

 angels by the wins

 one millón bullet

[racefortheironthrone]

Who were the "She-Wolves of Winterfell"?

“a group of formidable Stark wives, widows, mothers, and grandmothers that I dubbed ‘the She-Wolves“

Based on the timeline, we can work out who most of them are:

Larra Royce, wife/widow of Lord Beron Stark, mother of Donnor, Willam, Artos, Berena, Alysanne, Errold, and Rodrik. 

Myriam Manderly, widow of Lord Rodwell Stark (Beron’s older brother), no issue.

Alys Karstark, widow of Lord Brandon, mother of Lord Beron and Lord Rodwell.

Those are the three I’m most sure about. However, we know the She-Wolves were five in total, so there’s room for two others, and there’s a bunch of possible candidates to fill those slots:

Arrana Stark, daughter of Edric and Serena Stark, wife to Osric Umber, who has kids AND/OR Aregelle Stark, daughter of Edric and Serena Stark, wife to Robart Cerwyn. Either or both would be an interesting pick, because they both have issue, and they represent competing succession claims: Edric Stark was the third son of Cregan, whereas Beron and Rodwell succeeded from Brandon, who was the youngest of Cregan’s sons; moreover, Serena Stark was the daughter of Rickon Stark, Cregan’s oldest son (and was married to Edric to reconcile the claims). So they could plausibly argue that their claim is better than that of Beron and Rodwell and their heirs.

Serena Stark, if she’s still around, would probably want her line to regain the lordship that was lost to them when Rickon’s daughters were passed over in favor of his half-brothers. (Which does sort of muddy the “In the north the children of a man’s body still come before his uncles, ser.“ thing from Jon IV of ADWD.)

Wylla Fenn, highborn mistress of Lord Brandon Stark and mother of Lonnel Snow, the last surviving son of Lord Brandon’s body. 

Am I forgetting any? This period of Stark history is tangled indeed. 

[verdigrisprowl]

Mar 29 Blurr’s Horror Stream - Tucker & Dale Vs. Evil

Airachnid was Looking at a human. Prowl spent half the movie trying to talk that human into giving him her comm frequency so that he could warn her about Airachnid without Airachnid listening in.

Welcome to the 'speedxstealer' room. The chat room has been cleared by the moderator. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Two birds, two terrors, a noodle, and a cat walk in and scatter* B l u r r: / is on his couch. Busy with work or something / Whirl: *trots on in and makes his way to the Whirl Hammock, as per usual* Sideswipe: -he's here in place of Blaster tonight- ItsyBitsySpyers: *The twins are already trying to scramble into it. Ravage sits on the floor near Blurr's feet and just. Stares at him. A lot.* B l u r r: / glances at/ Hn? ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave gets comfortable on his couch and - who is that? He's seen them a few times. What was their... oh, yes. Right.* Sideswipe: -plops down in a free seat- ItsyBitsySpyers: *Nods hello to the lot while Ravage leans closer and keeps staring.* B l u r r: / tilts helm at Ravage/ What? Sideswipe: -creepy kitty- ItsyBitsySpyers: *Make room, damn it.* Whirl: *will of course happily accomodate them, and offer assistance if it is needed* B l u r r: / shifts and lifts the maps off of his lap / ItsyBitsySpyers: *Immediate hop up and flop. Yes. Good.* Malika: *yawns* B l u r r: / settles and just moves his maps. Still reading them / ItsyBitsySpyers: *The twins do not need assistance but they will wave hi. Rumble actually has a half-assed smile today.* Malika: *stays behind Blurr* Hi to everyone B l u r r: / vents and looks behind him/ ... / looking around / By yourself today, cretin? FakeProwl: *appears, checks out the current array of guests* Whirl: *he's happy to see that. ...but of course he won't acknowledge it out loud, because that is not what you Do when someone's feeling better* Malika: *She shurgs* I have no idea of where Roadbuster it is *she pouted* Whirl: What's happening you two? ItsyBitsySpyers: *Nods at the avatar(?)* B l u r r: Probably busy. He has work to do. /shifts claw and holds it out / Might as well climb on. FakeProwl: *avatar nods back* ItsyBitsySpyers: \\BIG FIGHT TODAY.\\ //Over in Simfur II.// \\METALLIPEDE.\\ Malika: *climbs on* nice music uh ItsyBitsySpyers: *They lift their arms to show off big fresh welds. Gross.* Malika: Oooh there is also Whirl, hi hi FakeProwl: *sits with Soundwave. with a bit more distance than the last few visits* FakeProwl: *and DEFINITELY more distance than monday* B l u r r: Hmn... /shifts claw and drops Malika on his shoulder / Whirl: Ohh, nice. *optic expands as he inspects tem* You got a picture or something? I've neve seen one of those. B l u r r: [[ let me know when you guys are ready. ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: ((ready whenever!)) Whirl: *he looks up, a bit surprised when he hears a not-quite-familiar voice call his name, and then nods to Malika* Sideswipe: ready)) FakeProwl: ((ready)) Whirl: ((ready!)) Malika: [[now i want to draw Mali on blurr's shoulder lol xD ready btw!)) B l u r r: lol ] ItsyBitsySpyers: *.......Glances at the empty space, then up, confused. This is not Prowl's usual M.O.* Sideswipe: -settles into his seat- ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): Error committed? New rule? FakeProwl: *misses the confused look. he's doing the Gendo* ItsyBitsySpyers: \\MOVIE'S GETTIN' STARTED QUICK, HUH?\\ B l u r r: / settles and fixes maps / Whirl: Oh lord. Whirl: I can't wait for these guys to die. B l u r r: / pats Ravage on his lap / FakeProwl: @Soundwave «No. Nothing to do with you.» Sideswipe: ....-snorts- Malika: Gotta be honest, I never seen this movie.. *gotta be ready* ItsyBitsySpyers: //Yeah, uh... hold on.// Rumble will send Whirl a picture-- Whirl: Teach is usually pretty good at pickin em. Airachnid changed their nickname to Airachnid. B l u r r: Mm usually. /marking a course on his map./ Airachnid: [sneaks in late] Malika: creepy guy Whirl: *bobs his head at Airachnid* Airachnid: [waves at him for a moment before chirping, can she share the hammock tonight] Whirl: ((alan tudyk is so great in this)) B l u r r: [[ he's great in everything tbh. ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: *It's an huge beast that looks something like a robot millipede, a snake, and a nightmare had a horrible lovechild with mandibles that look vaguely mech-shaped when closed.* Whirl: *looks to the twins, who are already there; does the council agree to admit Airachnid?* Malika: and OF COURSE you go there with a scythe B l u r r: / scritch behind ravage's audial / I don't know any other way to approach someone of interest. B l u r r: I think I'm holding my chainsaw most of the time. Whirl: ((true!)) Whirl: *he actually gives a small audible simulated gasp of delight* It's... ItsyBitsySpyers: *The twins scoot over to make room for Airachnid while Ravage rumbles and sniffs in Malika's general direction, then Sideswipe's* Whirl: Adorable. Whirl: *excellent! Join the hammock* Sideswipe: -waggles digits- Sideswipe: -Hello kitty- B l u r r: [[ sigh. ]] B l u r r: [[ let me know when it drops. ]] FakeProwl: ((it's fine here)) Whirl: ((so fa so good on my end)) Malika: oooomyyygod *crack in laughs* Airachnid: [climbs in, making sure not to rock the hammock too much] ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): Understood. Curiosity allowed? Whirl: *snickers* Whirl: So are those things a big problem on your planet, by the way? Metallipedes? FakeProwl: @Soundwave «I don't want to give Soundwave and Airachnid more ammo. Or the rest of them, but mainly those two.» B l u r r: / shifts a little. Holds Ravage so they don't fall / B l u r r: / Careful not to drop Malika off his shoulder / ItsyBitsySpyers: \\KINDA? WE KILLED A WHOLE BUNCHA UNDERWORLD STUFF COUPLA EARTH YEARS AGO BUT IT WASN'T -EVERYTHIN'-, YA KNOW?\\ Whirl: I see. Next time you go on an extermination run, feel free to give me a ring. *nods at them both* Sideswipe: ....cute, tryin' to scare his friends to look good Whirl: Because I've gotts square off against something like THAT, at least once in my life. Malika: *she stay firm on Blurr's shoulder, smiling because he is trying to not let her fall* oh.... my, what the- Sideswipe: -snickering- ItsyBitsySpyers: \\FOR REAL? CAUSE I WILL.\\ Whirl: Absolutely! As long as it's allowed. ItsyBitsySpyers: \\WICKED.\\ ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): What meaning, 'ammo'? Attack? Mocking? Other? ItsyBitsySpyers: *Ravage sloooowly reaches toward Malika with a paw* FakeProwl: @Soundwave «Mocking. Gossip.» FakeProwl: *this guy's a creep.* Whirl: ((also puff idk if you knew but you said "soundwave and airachnid" did you... mean a different SW or)) Whirl: This guy's obnoxious. FakeProwl: *he insults her, then insults everyone else to try to attract her* Malika: ....I would already slapped him FakeProwl: ((..... I MEANT WHIRL)) FakeProwl: ((WHIRL AND AIRACHNID)) Airachnid: rip)) Whirl: ((OK)) B l u r r: / reaches out to push Ravage's paw down / Don't hurt it. It isn't my human. FakeProwl: ((watch as this becomes a Thing)) FakeProwl: ((i already get drift and blurr's names mixed up)) ItsyBitsySpyers: *Grumble grumble. Tucks his paws under himself.* Airachnid: [she now notices the human in the room] Whirl: ((then plot twist: whirl and soundwave swap bodies and it becomes True)) FakeProwl: ((soundwhirl)) B l u r r: / pets Ravage's helm nicely / Airachnid: [staring, lots of staring at the human creature] Malika: *waves toward Airachnid* Whirl: ((the first thing he'd do is 1, discover he has a mouth and 2. start devouring everything)) Whirl: *snickers* ItsyBitsySpyers: ((please try not to bite his tongue)) Airachnid: [doesn't wave back, just staring] Whirl: ((he would do his best)) Malika: *Stares back* yeeeeah? Something wrong? *aside a human presence* Sideswipe: So. College humans are pretty stupid B l u r r: Yes, well, college is entry level garbage. ItsyBitsySpyers: \\THAT'S HOW COME MOST OF 'EM DON'T LIVE THROUGH THIS SCRAP.\\ Malika: College humans on movies are stupid.. FakeProwl: *notices Airachnid staring. glances over.* Sideswipe: -snickers- FakeProwl: *... hm.* Human. Airachnid: [just staring for a bit longer before going back to the movie] Whirl: That guy, Dale.. reminds me of someone I know. Malika: *stares at the movie again* These guys are awful.. Whirl: *it's Tailgate. Dale reminds him of Tailgate a bit* ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): Whirl knew before. No gossip spread. Can handle mockery; Wheeljack, Smokescreen known many years. Malika: Smart-- Sideswipe: HOW FakeProwl: @Soundwave «That doesn't mean you need more of it. And I don't like it.» ItsyBitsySpyers: //...Seriously?// Malika: WHAT????? He just killed himself???? Whirl: *snickers again* FakeProwl: Human. Human on Blurr's shoulder. Hey. Sideswipe: -nearly doubles over laughing- Malika: Uh? Yes? *looks at Prowl* RoBart: is this like a comedy scary movie? Whirl: Seems to be, yep. Horror-comedy. FakeProwl: Do you have a comm? Malika: I have something that can let me have comm-links, why? FakeProwl: What's your frequency? B l u r r: Why do you want it? Airachnid: Why would he break it? Whirl: *also glances back at Prowl curiously* Malika: *looking at Blurr as he asked that, then to Prowl again, waiting him to answer* FakeProwl: *is speaking to the human, not Blurr* Malika: Sorry, but Blurr is right, why are you asking my frequency? You don't even know me ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): ...Would defend. FakeProwl: Because where I'm from, humans who are willing to socialize politely with Cybertronians are extremely rare. And you're watching movies with one. ItsyBitsySpyers: //One of them misunderstandin' movies, ain't it?// Sideswipe: Those are fun ItsyBitsySpyers: *Looking to Whirl* FakeProwl: @Soundwave «... Thank you. I'd rather you not have to.» ItsyBitsySpyers: \\YEAH? WHAT OTHERS YA GOT, RED?\\ Whirl: So far, it seems to be sticking to that trend. *turns his attention away from prowl to Rumble* And I'm guessing that whole line the girl said earlier--about how miscommunication is the cause for-- Whirl: --most of the world's problems? Pretty obvious lampshade. Sideswipe: -more laughing- Whirl: *BURSTS OUT LAUGING* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[It -is- true.]] Malika: *Looking over at everyone* More than one *she chuckled slightly* MPFFFFFF *sorry, she is laughing a lot* This movie-- Airachnid: This is so absurd it's amusing. Malika: Anyway, who can tell me that I can trust you by giving my frequency? We should know each other a lil' better first. I don't even know your name.. FakeProwl: ... I'm Prowl. Airachnid: I'm surprised that the black guy has lasted this long tbh)) Malika: ((omg me too xD)) FakeProwl: ((same but I'm glad he has)) Whirl: *still laughing* FakeProwl: *it's a good thing prowl adopted the gendo pose at the start of the movie* Malika: I'm Malika~, nice to meet you Prowl! *looking over Blurr for a moment* weell, if he is a friend of yours I guess it's a good guy and I can give him my frequency FakeProwl: *his shoulders are trembling* B l u r r: He's not my friend. Malika: This movie is hilarious anyway Malika: Oh.. Whirl: *now he's ALSO laughing at Blurr* RoBart: he is priolly gonna get hit by the beam B l u r r: / what are you laughing at / Whirl: *he thought that was a snappy reply* RoBart: called it B l u r r: / pfft / Malika: HAHAHAHAHAHA ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble chews his knuckles to smother his laughter* Airachnid: [bursts out laughing] Malika: *her belly hurts so much becase of the laughs* FakeProwl: *quietly presses hands harder over mouth* Whirl: *grabs his head with the side of his claw; Whirl is delighted* ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): Uncertain. This, attempt: [][][]Doing the same in return - balance out[][][]? Alternative: desired Prowl assistance, not uncomfortable? Sideswipe: -has just about fallen out of his seat laughing now- ItsyBitsySpyers: //Primus. Jus' fraggin' go away 'n let 'em kill 'emselves in peace.// Malika: *looking overat Prowl* ... Is this movie scaring you?? ItsyBitsySpyers: \\THIS AIN'T THE TIME FOR A SPARK TO SPARK\\ FakeProwl: *shakes head vigorously* ItsyBitsySpyers: \\OR A... THE FRAG DO HUMANS GOT.\\ FakeProwl: *he is violently suppressing his laughter* Whirl: I dunno--pfft--nothing sets the mood like being covered in blood and dodging bullets. Airachnid: WAIT DOES THE DOG DIE)) B l u r r: He probably wants to laugh. /pats Ravage / FakeProwl: @Soundwave «... What?» *sorry, he's been distracted by trying to get a human's comm and hilarity* Whirl: *for the first time he looks concerned for something's well-being* Malika: Not the dog pleeeease ItsyBitsySpyers: *Ravage huffs. These people aren't even being hunted. This is pathetic.* Airachnid: please tell me if the dog dies that is one of the few things I cannot handle well)) ItsyBitsySpyers: *He just sends the "I'd rather you not have to" with a repeat of his message.* Whirl: ((i dooon't recall)) FakeProwl: *okay. okay. it's not hilarious at the moment. returns attention to the human.* So...? Whirl: *good* ItsyBitsySpyers: *He's trying to figure out if he's supposed to just stay where he is and watch the movie or if this is one of those "you should seek your own satisfaction" things. Probably nobody will--* FakeProwl: *... still can't quite parse out Soundwave's question. goes based on the vague subject of what he thinks it might mean* ItsyBitsySpyers: *get speared on accident if he miscommunicates here but, y'know. Avoiding that.* Airachnid: OK dog made it, it looked like my dog so I probably would have bailed cause I cannot handle that)) ItsyBitsySpyers: //We sure the human in blue ain't the dangerous one here?// Whirl: He... seems to be the villain. Sideswipe: Kinda sure he is Whirl: *oh boy that axe went somewhere and whirl can guess where* FakeProwl: @Soundwave «Even though you've offered to defend me if necessary—it would be a lot easier on both of us if there were no actions that necessitate defending.» B l u r r: Self righteous and acting like a hero? Yeah, sounds like the real villain here. FakeProwl: The one in blue is obviously the dangerous one here. Whirl: So, if I'm going to guess--*time to distract himself* This is like... a genre-savvy movie. It's inverting, y'know. Things you see in horror films. Whirl: So it's riffing on how the whole, "dangerous hillbilly in the woods" thing is. And changed it. Whirl: Y'know, flipped it around. Whirl: *surreptitiously flicks his eye away from the screen* Malika: *looking over at Blurr, sending a comm-link* (comm:can I give it to him? It is safe?) B l u r r: / flickers optic and glances at Malika. / @Malika: :: I don't know what he wants it for :: Malika: /She shrugged/ @Blurr :: as he said only because it's difficult to find a human getting alon with cybertronians Whirl: *all right. we're good now* B l u r r: @Malika: :: So? What's that supposed to mean? Is he collecting them for something? :: B l u r r: @Malika: :: Considering your history and your universe, you should be extremely cautious. You're too friendly. Too nice. :: Sideswipe: Kill that dude Airachnid: That takes a lon time you fools. Sideswipe: Take the ax and take his head off Whirl: Lord, it doesn't happen like. Instantly. Whirl: As far as I understand, that sorta thing takes TIME. Sideswipe: They're stupid Airachnid: He also is... a nice individual so... Whirl: *laughs* Whirl: I mean. I'm not an expert on psychological disorders or anything. ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): Query: If 'easier' not wanted, Soundwave's available choices? ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble leans forward to watch this table debate thing.* Malika: @Blurr :: I know... /she lowered her head for a moment, feeling sorry about that. Malika looked at Prowl, shaking her head/ sorry but rigt now I can't. I have rules to follow and I must need time-- Airachnid: [went to medical school and minored in psychology] FakeProwl: @Soundwave «... Hhhhaaarder?» B l u r r: @Malika: :: I'm not your keeper. Do whatever you want to, Malika. But if they start something, I'll slaughter someone. :: Malika: for determinate if you're with the good side or not FakeProwl: ... I'm an Autobot. B l u r r: So am U. Whirl: I mean, just to be fair here, Prowl... so am I. B l u r r: *I. B l u r r: That doesn't make you special. Whirl: So is Blurr. Whirl: But mostly, SO AM I. B l u r r: [[ so am u ]] FakeProwl: She asked if I'm on the "good side." Malika: (( XDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD )) B l u r r: There B l u r r: is no such thing as a good side. FakeProwl: She wants to know if I'm "with the good side." I don't know what side she thinks is the good side. I'm telling her the side I'm on. FakeProwl: Stay out of the conversation. I'm not having it with you two, I'm having it with her. Whirl: All right, fair enough, I guess. Carry on. Airachnid: Nice motive. You're still an aft. B l u r r: / shrugs / Sideswipe: Idiot FakeProwl: I WOULD have it with her privately, but I don't know her comm. Whirl: I dunno. I kinda don't buy it. Whirl: Seems like the kinda guy who'd lie. ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): Then harder path wanted, if allowed. Sideswipe: ....big idiots ItsyBitsySpyers: //The blue one? Yeah, kinda. Only he told that story before, ain't he?// Whirl: He did, earlier. *nods* Whirl: *LAUGHS* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Ravage just... shakes his helm and curls up.* FakeProwl: @Soundwave «I'd prefer the path that includes less obstruse explanations of your desires.» FakeProwl: @Soundwave «because I'm pretty sure you're not saying you want hardness for the sake of hardness but I don't know what you do want.» Malika: /having headache/ Let's watch the movie before, we will talk about it later.. /said with a slight smile/ Airachnid: She did her best. The other party just wasn't willing to cooperate. Sideswipe: Well. Evil never dies Malika: ((What's your tumblr prowl? XD)) FakeProwl: ((verdigrisprowl)) Sideswipe: Not even in fire apparently FakeProwl: ((he's hoping to get it BEFORE the movie ends)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((I HAVE A PROBLEM WITH THIS SCENE)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((that inhaler should have exploded in the fire)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((that is all)) Sideswipe: ((yep FakeProwl: ... I'll wait here once the movie's over. Malika: Perfect FakeProwl: *dammit, he wanted to leave early and get some sleep. but nooo. no. the human who thinks it's safe to hang out on a mass murderer's shoulder is suspicious of the police officer.* Butterbuns: ((here we go, MUCH better working sound than what i was watching. Whirl: *solemnly* Praise. Butterbuns: ((I missed the link being posted so I wasn't sure if the night was still on, except the chat was being really quiet)) Malika: ((hhahahahaha poor prowl XDDD )) FakeProwl: *now he's got to sit here late and be cranky and tired because he's trying to protect a damn stupid human who won't give out her damn phone number.* FakeProwl: ((prowlmun wanted to go to sleep early too ;;)) Whirl: ((perhaos malika and prowl could arrange a meeting later?)) FakeProwl: ((nop it's gotta be asap)) FakeProwl: ((besides, how the hell they gonna arrange a meeting if he can't even get her comm)) Butterbuns: ((everything is ASAP in fuzzytime FakeProwl: ((before people leave.)) ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): Trying. Overstep unwanted. Prowl stated shared easy path: no activity, also stated Soundwave satisfaction often abandoned. Easy path not wanted. Hard path wanted. Allowed? Whirl: ((ye, fuzzytime is also an option)) FakeProwl: (("asap" as in "it can't be a later thread)) Whirl: ((like, a later thread in our time but set it after the movie in rp-time?)) Malika: Bleeah.. Butterbuns: ((welp 8') rip ItsyBitsySpyers: //She shoulda bit his fraggin' mouth off.// FakeProwl: @Soundwave «I don't know what the "hard path" is. What are you asking for? What do you want us to do, walk on our hands everywhere?» Whirl: Agreed. FakeProwl: @Soundwave «Please. Be blatantly obvious. Describe concrete actions.» B l u r r: / shifts and slouches just slightly. Holding onto Ravage and adjusting shoulders/ FakeProwl: ((i guess that's a possibility. I'd like to. just. get it finished tho. :,) Malika: /meanwhile the movie goes, malika is writingdown something/ Malika: ...That's called bunch of lucky Whirl: Niiice. Whirl: There's nothing like a good chainsaw fight. ...though it'd be more fun with two chainsaws. Airachnid: Two chainsaws are always fun. Whirl: *nods* I need to pick up one for myself. Sideswipe: .... B l u r r: Two chainsaws are fun. B l u r r: I've experienced it ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): Wanted: near company, lean if given, hand if given, less fear, other activity experienced before Whirl, Airachnid confirmation. Sideswipe: HAH! ItsyBitsySpyers: //Pfffft.// Malika: The cake is a lie, citation. Whirl: *snorts* Sideswipe: whoops Sideswipe: -snickering- FakeProwl: *considers* ItsyBitsySpyers: \\WHAT'S ANPHLACKIC SHOCK?\\ Airachnid: [chuckles] Whirl: Allergic reaction. Sideswipe: -so much laughter- Malika: /she shook her head before looking at Prowl and hand him a piece of paper with the number on/ FakeProwl: *takes it* Malika: ((don't want to make Prowlmun wait xD I could feel sorry)) FakeProwl: *immediately comms it* Sideswipe: aw...cute ItsyBitsySpyers: \\I GOTTA ASK REMEDY THAT ONE.\\ Malika: @Prowl ::Now you have my comm~ Whirl: Remedy? *looks over and tilts his head* FakeProwl: @Human(???) «Are you capable of answering comms without speaking out loud? If not, just—don't say anything.» ItsyBitsySpyers: \\YEAH. ANCIENT SURGEONY MEDIC BOT. KINDA MY TEACHER.\\ Malika: I'm laughing because ALL her friends just died, and the two men are pretty alive Whirl: Oh, really? *perks up* You're goin into medicine? ItsyBitsySpyers: //Aw.// *Sorta happy-sorta sad for the new couple.* Sideswipe: /That/ was interesting FakeProwl: *PROWL can make comms without speaking out loud. he's pretty sure most humans can't.* Airachnid: Interesting is one word to describe it. ItsyBitsySpyers: \\I DUNNO. SORTA? DON'T WANNA BE NO FULL TIME OR NOTHIN. JUS' LEARN, KINDA.\\ ItsyBitsySpyers: \\'S HOW COME I BEEN HELPIN' HIS CHOPPED-UP AFT, HEH.\\ *jerks his thumb at Blurr* FakeProwl: *considers soundwav'es comment. slightly twitches leg over. knee pressed against soundwave's.* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Hey so yeah that biolight thing he got accused of doing? He's doing that. Just a little. Knee press back.* B l u r r: Excuse me. I'm not chopped up. ItsyBitsySpyers: \\CHOPPED UP, SHOT UP... C'MON, I PUT WIRES BACK IN YA LIKE THREE TIMES.\\ FakeProwl: *and now waits antsily for human to reply* B l u r r: To be fair, I'm the one who pulled them out. Malika: /Raised a brow toward Prowl, then start to send something else to the comm./ @Prowl (text) what about a text? Sideswipe: Yeah, and a few other words, but interesting came up first Whirl: Blurr, you are one hundred precent chopped up. At all times. You come PRE-chopped. Malika: ((Omg this soundtrack FakeProwl: @Human «You using text is fine. You can listen to me.» Whirl: But, hey, that's neat, mech. But you've got your work cut out for you if you first patient is gonna be THAT guy. *nods to Blurr with wry humor* B l u r r: ...Excuse? B l u r r: I'm perfectly fine. FakeProwl: @Human «You see the tall skinny black and purple mech with the extraneous limbs on her back? Don't stare. Just indicate if you can recognize her.» B l u r r: I've been stitched together. Whirl: I've said this before, and I'll say it again: You'd say you were fine if you were sitting at the bottom of a smelter. Whirl: Don't ever listen to him, Frenzy. He will never, ever tell you if he's actually hurt or sick. B l u r r: ... Eh, probably. B l u r r: I don't tell people a lot of things. /grabs his maps again. Pats Ravage / ItsyBitsySpyers: =Smell them.= Malika: @Prowl (txt): Ow.. ok, hoping I didn't seemed to be rude toward her before.. B l u r r: ...Smell what? FakeProwl: @Human «Yes or no question, did you see her and can you identify her on sight.» ItsyBitsySpyers: \\OH, NAW. FIRST PATIENT WAS LONG TIME AGO. I BEEN HELPIN' WITH LIL STUFF.\\ ItsyBitsySpyers: \\SOMETIMES I GET TO KEEP SURGERY PARTS AIN'T NO GOOD ANYMORE. THAT'S THE BEST. I GOT ONE OF MAGNUS' SHOULDER THINGS!\\ ItsyBitsySpyers: *He waves a hand way above his own shoulder and laughs* Whirl: Pfft! ItsyBitsySpyers: =Smell sick.= Whirl: Hey, feed them to your barnacle. They LOVE body parts. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Yeah? We just been givin' scrap...// Airachnid: [she's just listening to the coversation the part about Magnus' shoulders got her to laugh though] Whirl: They'll eat that, too. Killer gets a lot of shell casings, but that one time I had that severed limb? Killer LOVED it. Whirl: Took it forever to eat it, though. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Frenzy glances at her. They're still wary after stories about their own but she hasn't done anything they don't like. Yet.* Malika: @Prowl (txt) Yes, can recognize her Whirl: ((ariachnid listening to casual chatter about people keeping body parts in their room. ...i mean she totally would too* FakeProwl: @Human «She's Airachnid. Exotic game hunter. To her, "exotic game" is "intelligent aliens." Like humans. And she was staring at you.» ItsyBitsySpyers: *Frenzy chews his thumb.* Malika: @Prowl (txt) Aw.. why I think that's a not good thing? Airachnid: [she has done that before, she has had literal skeletons in her closet] ItsyBitsySpyers: \\GUESS I GOT A KNEE IT COULD EAT ON.\\ Malika: ((Dear, how was called that movie again? XD B l u r r: [[ tucker and dale vs evil ]] FakeProwl: @Human «If she's decided to hunt you and you need help, comm me. All you need to do is say "help" or "emergency" and provide your coordinates. I'll open a bridge.» FakeProwl: @Human «You don't need to explain the situation, you don't need to tell me she's following you, you don't need to say hi. "Help" or "emergency" plus coordinates. Understood?» Whirl: Might as well give it a shot. I mean, I've only ever fed them body parts from the dimension I'm staying in. Whirl: But Killer is from somewhere else, too, so... *shrugs?* Malika: @Prowl (txt) Roger that Prowl~ FakeProwl: @Human «Good. That's all.» FakeProwl: *all right. message delivered. looming threat addressed. prowl's work here is done.* Malika: @Prowl (txt) okey /As stopped to write, she raised her arms for a stretch/ Well.. I think I'll go now B l u r r: Mm... you want a ride home? /grumbling / B l u r r: / it gives him an excuse to crash at the farm / FakeProwl: *and prowl, smart guy that he is, never asked for the human's name* Malika: /She smiled at him/ If ya want, probably it will be also Roady at home B l u r r: Yes, I know who you live with. /pats Ravage and moves to start standing / Malika: ((Mali gave him her name since the beginning XD Whirl: *and insantly Whirl is looking at Blurr with the closest his limited expression can come to a shi t-eating grin* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Ravage snickers at the mention of Roadbuster and leaps off* Whirl: Have a good time, Teach. FakeProwl: ((guess who is sh!t at remembering names. it's prowl. he didn't even notice.)) B l u r r: / stands up and scowls/ I'm just dropping her off... Malika: (( HAHAHAHAHAHAA I lovehim XD )) FakeProwl: ((seriously. he confuses swerve for swindle.)) Airachnid: [she climbed down from the hammock and waved at everyone in the room] Until next time. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Nods to Airachnid* Sideswipe: -shows over, music's over, crowd's leaving, time for him to leave- Sideswipe: Well, that was fun Airachnid: [sneaks off] ItsyBitsySpyers: \\SEEYA ROUND.\\ Sideswipe: 'night! Malika: /Malika stared at Whirl for a moment/ Oh yeah, about Blurr. He is perfectly Fine /yes, she heard all their conversations but without saying anything/ FakeProwl: *doesn't move his head but side-eyes Airachnid as she leaves* Malika: /Waves at everyone/ See ya next time! B l u r r: / waves claw/ Let's get you home, cretin. B l u r r: Before Optimus Prime thinks I've eaten you. Sideswipe: -is gonna leave for home himself- Malika: Stop call me that.. /pout a little, ready to go wit him/ ItsyBitsySpyers: *Frenzy flicks a lazy wave in Sideswipe's direction.* Whirl: Bye, you guys. *nudges the twins before they leave* Whirl: And you too! *calling after Airachnid* Whirl: Kid, I've known Teach a lot longer than you. B l u r r: Pits... Whirl: Don't you buy it when he tells you he's fine, because he does NOT take care of himself. Malika: ((lmao, here I imagine Opti and Cade be like "...Where is Mali?" XD )) B l u r r: Fine. Not cretin. Malika. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Twins nudge back and go to join Ravage on the far side of Soundwave's couch* FakeProwl: *Airachnid is gone and the human is leaving. sits up straight in preparation to leave* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave twists some to look, nods.* Malika: /Malika shrugged at Whirl/ the real question is WHO takes actual care of theirself? /and with this, now here she go with Blurr/ ItsyBitsySpyers: *In the meantime, Ravage mumbles something about nanofleas and new humans every week; Frenzy snorts and clamps his hands over his chest vents to muffle them.* FakeProwl: *hesitates. then, kinda... wordlessly, leans in, and just. crest tap.* ItsyBitsySpyers: *!!!!! TAP-SLIDE BACK.* Malika: ((i followed you prowl :3 g'night for who leaves!)) Sideswipe: ((g'night, I'm gonna go see if sleep makes a migrane go away)) Whirl: *snorts after Malika and tips back in his hammock to streeetch* Sideswipe: ((thanks for the movies!)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((yes it does. turn the lights off and anything noisy off and rest)) ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): ...Grateful. Sideswipe: ((yaaay ItsyBitsySpyers: *Laserbeak chooses THIS MOMENT to land on the tipped back Whirl to see if he'll tumble.* Whirl: *he wobbles for a moment, more startled than anything else, and then looks up with a snort* My familiar has returned. Whirl: *he does, after all, have an excellent sense of balance* FakeProwl: @Soundwave «I enjoy it too.» *and he'll learn to be less self-conscious* Whirl: But unless you wanna come home with me, you'd probably better pick a better perch. ItsyBitsySpyers: *The world's quietest hum of satisfaction* ItsyBitsySpyers: {{Peh! Whirl not making promises Lost Light not to keep, eh?}} FakeProwl: *ah, another sound to like* Whirl: Pfft! As if *I* care about rules. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Hey, nuh-uh. She don't get on board before me.// Whirl: *he's gonna hop up and slide out of the hammock. Lasebreak if you stay on him you're going to his room. He means it* Whirl: ..*Laserbea Whirl: Well you'd better grab on, then. Whirl: I could probably hold most of you guys. FakeProwl: @Soundwave «I'll see you next movie night.» ItsyBitsySpyers: *Laserbeak blows an electronic raspberry and floats off Whirl* ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): Affirmative. Will enjoy. Whirl: *mimics the sound back at her* Night, losers. ItsyBitsySpyers: {{Niiiiiight~}} FakeProwl: *a farewell ping. disappears.* Whirl: *for the record--and I mention this because Soundwave will probably pick this up on Whirl's surface thoughts--he wasn't looking when they did the head-bump. But-- Whirl: --as he's stated before, his radar is always running and he 100% noticed it. He just does not care* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave hasn't forgotten that. Whirl may look forward to a thank-you gift at some point in the future.* Whirl: *i mean the most whirl has ever done is point out that their relatinship EXISTS. That's it* Whirl: *Blurr is his unlucky Target Number One* Whirl: *bobs his helm at Soundwave before he, too, leaves* FakeProwl: *prowl remembers it too. he has just decided not to care about being watched. ... as long as it's only, like, three witnesses tops at a time.* ItsyBitsySpyers: *That's a start. Nods his helm to Whirl, gets up, collects everyone, and will shortly make his way out*

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| WRAP UP & TBR | JULY 2017 TBR

| WRAP UP & TBR | JULY 2017 TBR

Hello lovelies ! We’re almost half way through July and I still haven’t posted my July TBR … Ahem. So let’s start ! In July I plan on reading 5 books ! Les Talons Hauts Rapprochent Les Filles Du Ciel by Olivier Gay. I met him and he gave me his first book, it really made my day ! Anyway I cannot wait to start it ! I’ll Give You The Sun by Jandy Nelson. This book has been on my TBR shelf for more…

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Immigration News Digest (2/24/2017 Edition)

Donald Trump says removing illegal immigrants is a ‘military operation’ from Newsday

Trump discussed his focus on illegal immigration during a White House meeting with manufacturing industry chief executives. He told the group he would continue to return jobs to the United States and then spoke about deportation efforts.

“We’re getting gang members out. We’re getting drug lords out,” the president said. “We’re getting really bad dudes out of this country, and at a rate that nobody’s seen before. And they’re the bad ones, and it’s a military operation.”

http://www.newsday.com/news/nation/removal-of-illegal-immigrants-a-military-operation-says-donald-trump-1.13167442

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Trump says Republican border tax could boost U.S. jobs from Reuters

Trump on Thursday spoke positively about a border adjustment tax being pushed by Republicans in Congress as a way to boost exports, but he did not specifically endorse the proposal.

Trump, who has lashed out at U.S. companies for moving operations and jobs to countries such as Mexico, had previously sent mixed signals on the proposal at the heart of a sweeping Republican plan to overhaul the tax code.

"It could lead to a lot more jobs in the United States," Trump told Reuters in an interview, using his most approving language to date on the proposal.

Trump sent conflicting signals about his position on the border adjustment tax in separate media interviews in January, saying in one interview that it was "too complicated" and in another that it was still on the table.

For more on Border Adjustment Tax, Planet Money has a podcast episode which looks at how it's supposed to work.

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As Trump immigration crackdown comes into focus, anxiety grows along with anger, Los Angeles Times

“This is reverberating in many different forms. People are afraid to go to parent-teacher meetings or to the emergency room...And talk about national security. How are we going to get witnesses? Nobody is going to go near a police office or a courtroom where they have to give their name and identify themselves.”

http://www.latimes.com/local/lanow/la-me-trump-deportation-20170222-story.html

See also,

Police Fear Trump Immigration Orders May Handcuff Effort to Fight Gangs (New York Times)

Immigrants Hide, Fearing Capture on ‘Any Corner’ (New York Times)

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The Jobs Americans Do, New York Times

Taking care of aging baby boomers has become by far the largest driver of job growth in the American economy.

https://www.nytimes.com/2017/02/23/magazine/the-new-working-class.html?hp&action=click&pgtype=Homepage&clickSource=story-heading&module=photo-spot-region&region=top-news&WT.nav=top-news&_r=0

(special thanks to Amy Wilson for sending me this article)

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New immigration ban order will still face legal challenges from National Constitution Center Blog

Last week, President Donald Trump said at a press conference the new executive order would be written to address the concerns expressed by the Ninth Circuit Appeals Court, which upheld a temporary restraining order against the original immigration ban executive order issued last month.

The executive order directed federal agencies to issue a 90-day suspension of entry into the United States for citizens of Iran, Iraq, Libya, Somalia, Sudan, Syria and Yemen. The order also barred entry of all refugees into the United States for 120 days, and it barred Syrian refugees indefinitely.

“The new order is going to be very much tailored to what I consider to be a very bad decision,” Trump said. “We had a bad court.” Over the weekend, Department of Homeland Security head John Kelly said the new order would be “streamlined” and it would “make sure that there’s no one caught in the system of moving from overseas to our airports.”

Several media outlets have published some details of a draft version of the new order. The Associated Press and other say the new order will make it clear that lawful permanent residents, or green card holders, are exempt from the executive order, as well as dual citizens. There were also reports the order would drop a provision that allows government officials to allow exemptions for “religious minorities” in countries placed on the temporary immigration ban list. And it’s unclear what happens to valid visa holders.

The reports also said that the seven Muslim-majority Middle East countries targeted in the original ban will still have temporary immigration restrictions imposed on them. There were no detailed reports about how the new executive order will deal with refugees seeking asylum in the United States.

For now, various lawsuits about the original immigration ban are on hold. The Ninth Circuit Appeals Court is waiting for the new executive order to be announced. The case remains active in the Seattle-based federal court of Judge James Robart and the Virginia-based federal court of Judge Leonie Brinkema. Legal experts fully expect the parties who sued the Trump administration in those two jurisdictions will keep taking legal action regardless of a new executive order.

http://blog.constitutioncenter.org/2017/02/new-immigration-ban-order-will-still-face-legal-challenges

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good reading,