#make a differece

[lilislegacy]

percy, walking in the door: what smells so good?

annabeth, beaming: i made you every type of blue dessert that i could think of!

percy: oh yeah? what’s the occasion? oh crap, did i forget an anniversary?

annabeth: can’t a wife just bake for her husband?

percy, staring at her:

annabeth, staring at him:

percy, firmly: wise girl, we are not having another baby.

annabeth, frustrated: oh come on percy! why not?

percy: we’ve talked about this. we agreed to be done years ago. we have three, and they’ve destroyed half of our belongings! i mean, sure it would be fun, and i love babies and having kids with you, but we can’t just—

annabeth: if you agree to another baby, i’ll agree to another dog.

percy:

annabeth:

percy: are you bribing me into having a child?

annabeth: of course not! …why? is it working?

percy: of course not! but… keep talking.

annabeth: we can get a brand new little puppy. and you can choose both the breed and the name. maybe you can finally get that shepherd mix you’ve always wanted.

percy, rubbing his beard and thinking:

percy: you know, i’ve heard the transition from 3 to 4 kids is super easy. the little one would probably just fit right in.

annabeth: exactly. and since we’re so busy, my pregnancy will fly by. and the labor will be super fast since it’s my 4th. it’ll all happen in the blink of an eye. we’ll hardly even notice.

percy: true. then the baby and the puppy can just entertain each other.

annabeth: they’ll practically cancel each other out. and this way we’ll have an even number of kids.

percy, pointing at her: good for roller roasters.

annabeth, pointing at him: and family game nights.

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[krawdad]

Some part of me wants to go back to doing cartoon caricatures but some other part of me is pretty certain that exaggerating people's faces just isn't going to go over great nowadays

[filhosdatany]

sam porter: tags

[troonwolf]

The Weight of The World instance is fucking terrible. why is it so long

I legit turned it off half way through the mech fight like bro this is boring as fuck. PULL LEVER. ATTACK. DODGE, PULL LEVER. ATTACK. DODGE. I’d rather smoke a cigarette and jack off my dude

[pinkiebieberpie]

Hiii I’ve seen a lot of Dean requests so I was hoping maybe you could do hcs with Sam about what he’d be like as your husband

hii!! i was waiting for some sam requests 🥹🫣 thank you for it!! ❤️

SAM WINCHESTER AS YOUR HUSBAND HEADCANONS

he wants to have just a normal life with you,

i can imagine you meeting when he was on a hunt with dean, working a case that was somehow related to you and it was love from the first sight,

he is the sweetest and most loving husband in the world, trust me!!

he would cook for you (always something healthy!!),

lazy mornings with him are the best, just the two of you, he is hugging you tight 🥺 you are just talking about anything and everything, no rush, no monsters to hunt, just time for you two lovebirds,

"i'm so lucky i have you, y/n"

he is still hunting but it's more like a side job, he's mostly doing research for other hunters (and you are helping him like a good wifey you are 😇),

dinner dates!!! and long walks!!!

for some reason i can imagine you to going camping once a year as a anniversary trip,

sam wants kids but it's not something he wants super fast in marriage, let's just enjoy being a married couple without the kids first,

but you have a dog,

READING TOGETHER WHEN IT'S RAINING OUTSIDE 🥺🥺

sam knows how to be romantic but he would choke you if you'll ask him,

husband sam and honesty every sam is a dom for me and he knows how to make you feel good,

dude is huge so for every size differece enjoyers just think about being under him 😮‍💨😮‍💨 brain dead,

aftercare is very important to him!!!

"hi baby, do you wanna go for a little trip over the weekend?" spontaneous trips almost every weekend,

when you are trying for a baby he is even more caring and affectionate,

forehead kisses!! lots of them!!

"do you need anything?" *puppy eyes*

"you are making me so happy, i want to make you happy, too"

a bit of breeding kink;

supernatural masterlist

[karlyanalora]

The Rescue Bots in canon are a smidge shorter than Bumblebee. They may never have been meant for war (and should stay out of it on principal) but they are a highly competent team deserving of respect. They are technically in the Aligned Universe, but if we'd gotten to see them in main tfp I think it would have been best as a truly neutral party. Rescue Bots are meant to save lives, regardless of faction. Seeing which Decepticons chose to respect that (definitely Dreadwing and maybe Soundwave) and those who chose to exploit it (Megatron) would have led to interesting character development and potential dissension in the ranks. Heck, seeing which Autobots respect the Rescue Bots' position in the conflict and which don't would have made for great character development. Even just their appearance for a few episodes could have had a huge butterfly effect.

I think too much about the rescue bots but in tfp artstyle. About how their optics would look and differ, how the plating interlocks and how Heatwave's little helmet helm would look. Blades's colors. The visors!!! Actually also how the humans would look because i feel like the tfp style for humans would actually kinda work for Cody. .

[girllookingoutwindow]

I wanted to do a little comparison between this two moments.

In the first scene the light is dark: the room is messy, like his thoughts, and he's lost in them.

It's not the first time either we see Colin in bed that way. But contrary to the scene when he's sad for Marina, is not light here. A reflection of his real feelings and inner thoughts. It's not movement there.

In the second he's in the sofa. The first time we saw this she getting out the room and he's dressed, and she's not ready. But here is him who he's not. He's lost in his thoughts again.

But it's a differece, she is moving on, and the light moves with her.

The light it's in the room, because she's.

She wakes him up. Her presence here makes him to get up. Forces him to be in the room with her, even if she doesn't notice the effect. Her words make him present again. He can't be lost in his inner thoughts, because he's not alone anymore.

He can see the light moving away.

So he finds a way to come back to her.

[s12-kittie]

The conflict between witches and fairies (Headcannon)

1. How it started

So, at first it's just pure evolution stuff. Humans evolve from smth like a monkey on the planet to be named Magix in the future, nothing to see here. But the more time passes, the more interesting it gets, because it turns out that these weird human creatures (females mostly, bc magical energy of males goes mostly into additional strength) are capable of either light or dark magic, depending of what emotions they're genetically most likely to express. It's like people are born either right- or left-habded; it's kind of genetical stuff, but you can learn to use your other hand as a leading one if you want, it's just stuff you do with it won't be as good as when you do it with your real leading hand.

But it's not some hand, it's emotions we're talking about. And this is where I'm going to stop for a few moments to explain the differece between positive and negative emotions, and you'll get why the things between the witches and fairies are like that

To begin with, it doesn't work like "joy is a positive emotion and anger is a negative one". It all depends on context. For example, if you feel joy about your friend passing an exam, it's a positive emotion. But if you feel joy while seeing someone bleeding on the floor bc you just stabbed them, then it's negative. Also, if you're angry about someone being unfairly treated, the anger is giving a positive outcome. If you're angry about, say, someone being better than you, the outcome is negative. And yeah, to get a positive outcome you mostly should want smth for someone else, not yourself, otherwise, the outcome is most likely to be negative. Btw, this is part of why you sacrifice yourself to get an Enchantix. And one more thing. The stronger the emotion is, the more powerful outcome you get.

So, as you see, it already leads to the differences between witches and fairies. As time passes, a really long time, the emotions both groups tend to express become basic for them. This leads to forming two different mentalities. Like, witches have less moral standarts, they're more selfish and they'd rather do smth alone than together with someone else (but I'm talking about an average witch, ofc every rule has an exception).

To make it more clear,

Here are 50 shades of grey.

And here're the ranges for a witch and a fairy. Ofc I believe the're individuals who don't fit in this scheme (like, a morally black fairy), but those are super rare cases bc their magic simply won't work well.

Okay, I think you get the picure now XD To sum up one more time, witches and fairies are mentally different.

This difference led to misunderstanding and this is how the confict began. You know, people, especially in ancient/medieval times tend to think that they're the best, and the people who's not like them are wrong. So yeah, we get a conflict, which sometimes turns into a war.

2. How it's going

Now both witches and fairies try to get separated from each other, bc the one of those very few things they have in common is being sick and tired of wars.

As technology developed, two social groups started exploring and populating other planets separately, this is why most of their population are either witches or fairies, so the laws on them are beneficial only to the most represented social group (like, fairies have more rights than witches, if the planed is mostly populated by fairies)

Magix, which is almost equally populated with fairies and witches, is a different story. First governments represented interests of one of these groups, ingnoring the otger one, which led to rebellions and revolutions. Like, one mayor supported fairies, witches didn't like it, so they killed him and elected a new one who supported their interests and who is soon to be banished from Magix by fairies and we finished where we started. It influenced infrostructure of Magix a lot, since witches or fairies (depends on a period of history) were forced out into the suburbs, and now the whole city is a mixture of fairy and witch neighbourhoods. Stuff like that went on and on until some time before the present day (which is the beginning of the book, when the government (you won't believe it guys) decided to treat fairies and witches equally. Is it a good start? Yes, but here's the thing: fairies and witches are not the same. Like, an average witch is more likely to commit a crime than an average fairy (you remember about lower moral standards, right??). So, it would be great to, say, double security in the witch neighbourhoods. But is it an equal treating? Nope. Anyway, the present mayor is relying on his ideals more than on the statistics. (I'm not saying this is a terrible decision, maybe it'll work, who knows).

And ofc the separation of witches and fairies impacts social life in many ways. Like, from the businessman's POV, witches and fairies are two different target audiences, so there're unique clothes shops, cafés/bars, social media (more about social media in here) and stuff like that for each of them (I believe the only shops both social groups attend are tech shops and supermarkets, but still they're not likely to go to the very same shop, since there's commonly one supermarket/tech shop per neighbourhood). The staff that works there is (obviously) from the same social group as the target audience. Btw, some facts: the quality of goods is better in fairy shops, and the staff is treated better, bc of the mentality stuff I already explained :)

And about the society itself... Well, fairies are still treated better. If both fairy and witch apply for a job and the employer doesn't have anything against any of the social groups, the fairy is more likely to get this job, bc a whitch is still more likely to bring trouble. Also, there're no witches in the government, bc, again, according to the statistics, the witches are more likely to do smth for their own benefit, and with the level of tesion between the social groups, who knows what consequences it can lead to. But most of the jobs are taken be fairies and witchs almost equally. Reason? At least half of the fairy/witch neighbourhoods have their own primary/secondary schools, hospitals, shops, etc. and ofc mostly fairies/witches are working there, so the situation is not that bad.

3. How it may be in the future

It was the Trix who showed the danger of this conflict, and both fairies and witches agreed that the tension has to be reduced. So, the government established a project, mostly targeted on kids, teenagers and young adults (as they're more likely to be influenced). The project includes:

• merged classes of colledge and school students

• uniforms for all primary schools, secondary schools and colleges (more about it in here)

• exchange programs between witch and fairy colleges.

• reserved vacancies for representatives of a different social group in schools, hospitals, shops, etc.

• common events (like festvals)

The program is about to start in book 3 or 4 of my fic, so it's not possible to say whether it'll work or not. Now it's meeting resistance of the teenagers and young adults, but maybe it'll work in the very near future...

[dragongirlbunny]

i think there is probably a disconnect on tumblr conflating "vbnmw" liberals and people saying "dont just stay home and ignore the entire ballot" because like. at this point nobody with an actual conscience is voting for genocide joe. but voting on local proposals, school boards, etc. doesnt require interacting with the presidential ballot at all and will also make a hell of a lot more differece in peoples lives. most small races are determined by narrow margins and showing up to check a box saying "yes, i do think we should impose a 0.01% property tax in order to fund the fire department" is not hard

[sir-arlieosaurus-lung-struggler]

the aromantic is confuesed

☆ Aromantic culture is just genuenly not understanding the difference between romantic relationships and platonic friendships.

☆ Fyi: apologies for the plethora of "like," statments, it just feels more natural for some reason. I expect this to possibly get hated on? I dont know, couldnt care less if it dose tho 🤷🏻‍♂️

☆ Like, I just dont understand the concept of cheating. I get its considered bad. I get why its considered bad as its a breach of trust/boundaries/etc, but i dont understand why people prefer to be monogamous as i genuinely just dont see a difference between friends and romantic partners, I get that there is a difference, i respect that differece where people draw it themselves, I just can't see it.

☆ Like, I see the difference between queerplatonic relashionships & friendship, but I just can't distinguish any other type of relashionship & romance for some reason.

☆ And i just dont get why theres a distinction between monogamy & polyamory either? Like, were people? Why not be open to the possibility of feelings not following the preset mold of a random relashionship Hiarchy? Like ofc you can have your own rules in a relashionship, but I just dont get why monogamy with the 1 perfect "other half of you" is the priority vs fulfillment? Like, I don't expect 1 person to be my "other half" for the rest of my life, nor do I want someone to expect that of me cause that just feels like dumping way to many expectations onto 1 person. And like, you can devide yourself amoung multiple friends why not multiple romantic partners?

☆ And i dont get wanting a lifelong relashionship like that? I mean i do get wantinv 1 but expecting 1 i feel is just throwing alot of expectations on anither person, people change, feelings change, alot changes in life. It reminds me of how people are expected to choose what they want to do for the rest of your life as a teenager.

☆ Why r y'all bringing the government into your relashionship? And why do y'all STRIVE for that? Like, "lets officially legaly combine ourselves into a unit and make it real damn difficult if we end up seperating." Why should having a romantic partner logustically help you in life?? Like "hey, these 2 ppl said i do infront of an officiant, lets see if we can improve theyre taxes." How is they're logistically a "making this relashionship official" outside of- consenting parties deciding they're in a relashionship????

☆ Like, everyone was assigned to make a different venn diagram and label it with arbitrary concepts and they're relation/similarities/lack thereof, and its graded on participation; But everyone still argued over the non answer because they just can't fathom they're being no wrong answer.

☆ This isn't really meant to change anyones mind on romance, do whatever tf you want with your relashionships its your life; This is just me being real fucking confused at why people arbitrarily made these catagories lol.

☆ This was origonally gonna be an ask on an aromantic culture is blog but I quickly realized this was gonna be way too long for that.

☆ I may or may not add more mini rants to this in future reblogs this is just what I could think of as I was writing. Thanks if you actually read all of this

[verlake]

the scene where they ask lestat about being made is so crazy. we have been given absolutely no reason to believe his version of events, and it's clear that claudia doesn't and that louis wants to. then as the camera shifts so he's front on in the frame, and there's a slow push-in on his face as he's talking. this puts us as the audience at the table, between claudia and louis, and we too, must now decide whether we believe him and he can rejoin our little four person family. worse still! is it's a book accurate re-telling, and if you know that, you're complicit. you have that piece of information as you sit there and you can't share it, or use it to make a differece to the outcome. now that shit is professional.

[spooky-things-au]

Chapter 3 out of 6! Woo hoo! :D

Also, something sweet for this chapter, because El finally gets his official Skid nickname!

(Chapter is undercut)

Spooky Things

Season 1. Beginning

Episode 2. The Weirdo on Maple Street

Chapter 3. All you need

"Thank you for joining, Gary" John said, shaking hands with the man.

He just arrived to the searching team once more after visiting Jaune. First, to check if there something happened after he left... and other, to warn others he'd be leaving to check Jaune's father.

He was surprised that he ran into Gary, given how busy him and his wife were to provide for their family. But, he supposed, two more sets of eyes to help them.

"Hey, it's the least, I can do. Jaune and I are friends too." The man spoke up, frowning. "...not to mention how happy her son makes my Susie..."

"Right..." John said.

Neither of them spoke further. When they reached for other policemen, Gary walked ahead, officially joining the search party. John stood by his co-workers, who stood on top of the hill.

There were few trees, but they were in a clearing... it was some differece from the the forest picture, they gotten used to overnight. The party seemed to be bigger too, now that more people were out with them during the day. Some people even brought out their dogs today too. But the endless shouting of Ross' name still rang from all sides of him.

"Hey, you're back, Sherif" Sophie said, looking at him with a smile, her trusty shotgun in hand.

"Anything?" Connor ased with raised his glasses to face John.

"No." John sighed out. "Nothing, but a dead phone." 

"And Jaune?" Sophie asked once more.

"On edge of losing it..." John said.

"Well, she's always been a bit out of it, hm?" Connor said, smirking to the other man.

"Her kid's missing, Connor. Show a little respect." Jack lit up yet another cigarette, before taking a deep breath and looked between other three officers. "I leave Jack in charge, I need to check one place. Will be back in a few."

With a short farewell, John disappeared into his car. The rest of cops watched him drive off, as Jack watched them, before clapping his hands.

"Alright." He started. "Come on, let's go! We got a lot of ground to cover!"

Jack left to join the party. Sophie and Connor stayed on top of the hill for a bit more. Just before Sophie was able to go back to searching, Connor cleared his throat

"Shotgun, what do you think... Sheriff and her..." Connor started. "...they've screwed before, huh?"

Sophie looked back at Connor with unimpressed face. The 'Are you serious right now?' fron her seemed to be so loud, that anyone could hear it, even if she said nothing. They stared at one another for another second, before Sophie turned to the forest, screaming out a loud "Ross!" into the distance.

Connor stood there astonished for a second, throwing his heads, not understanding what he said wrong.

"Alright. On scale from 'Exorcist' to 'Leprechaun', how would you describe your fear intake..?"

Kevin and Ethan were at the local school, where Kevin dropped the kids off. He wasn't going to be needed for another few hours, so it could be a chance to fool around, maybe get to store to get a second flashlight, so him and his mother could both join the search party tonight. But in meanwhile, it could also be a chance to do some dumb internet tests with a friend.

"Nightmare on Elm Street"

The other man typed in the answer, before a small 'ding!' was heard from his device. When a new question loaded, Ethan laughed.

"Oooh, that's a good one!" He chuckled, getting attention from Kevin, who looked in with a curious smirk.

But before Eathan could read the question out, they heard a voice. "Hey, do you think I could go next?" They both heard a voice from behind, making them both jump.

Kevin turned around, frowning, but then slightly relaxed upon seeing the familiar blonde man behind them.

"Radford..." Kevin breathed out, catching onto his chest, as Ethan growled.

"Don't creep onto people like that, man!" The other man yelled.

Radford then looked between the two, before his smile faded.

"Oh... I scared you? Sorry, guys..." He sighed out, before smile returned to his face. "Now, why I came looking for you..." He pulled out a brochure. "My boss called me to get something in nearby the next town, should take until tomorrow to get back..." He said. "Rick was supposed to join me, but he dropped out. So..." He then looked at Kevin. "So are you in?"

The other two shared a look.

"In for what?" Kevin asked. "A road trip or something?"

"Well, not my idea..." Radford chuckled, as two other people came out.

"Leon?" Ethan's eyes widened when he saw the two. "Liv?"

"There two dorks talked me into this..." Radford laughed lightly. "It'll be like a low key party." He said, before putting hand around Kevin's shoulders. "So, what do you say? A small trip to unwind from recent events. We'll stay in a good place, with a pool, there's free ice and then, before going back home, we'll get breakfast at best diner in the world!"

Kevin laughed softly at how Radford painted it. He knew it wouldn't be so amazing, and yet... this trip could be fun! He looked back at Ethan, who was still scowling at the sight, but turned away when he saw Kevin watching.

Kevin's uplifted mood seemed to fade upon seeing his friend like this.

"Um-" He started, but Liv stopped him first.

"Oh, look..." She whispered, showing across the street.

They all looked at two incoming people, a man of their age and a brunette man, probably ten years older than themselves. They both were holding a pack of papers each. They all knew the younger man, but Kevin and Radford recognized the older one quicker than the rest. Aaron Lynn, father of the missing Ross kid.

The younger man, walked inside the school, before leaving few minutes later. Aaron, meanwhile, was sticking the paper sheet to a lamp post outside. They knew what those were. The missing posters.

"God, that's depressing..." Liv whispered, watching the two. "This is why I don't want kids. Little shits just ruin everything."

"How much you want to bet he killed him and now just pretends to save a face?" Leon asked, smirking, but got a hit from Radford.

"Shut up!" The blonde frowned. "That's my brother's friend you're talking about."

Meanwhile, Kevin went to approach the two, waving slightly.

"Hey..." He said softly. "Mr. Lynn... I just... I wanted to say..." Kevin sighed out. "I'm sorry about everything. Everyone's thinking about your family..."

Aaron looked up, not saying a word, nodding, muttering something that sounded like a quiet "Thank you". He then looked away, leaving without saying a word. Kevin was left with the younger man. Their eyes met again. They met before.

The man's name was Streber, he remembered. Ethan and him worked on the Haunted House attraction this year. They met a few times in past and he seemed to be like a nice guy. Streber always seemed to be optimistic and passionate about things... but now, he was silent, looking at the poster in his hand.

Kevin sighed, before offeting him a smile.

"Yeah, I know him..." He said softly, before looking up. "I'm sure he's fine... He's a smart kid."

Streber looked between the photo on paper and Kevin, before smiling lightly.

"I hope so..." He said. "Well, I think I'll go now... these aren't going to hang themselves!" He chuckled lightly.

Kevin nodded. "Yeah... Good luck."

"Thanks..."

And so, the two separated.

Chatter rang through the halls of school, as Susie looked over all over the space and all the kids around them. Not to find her next class, she was sharing this one with Robert... but she was trying to spot her brother. But still, Will was nowhere to be seen.

"This is weird..." She said, sitting on her desk, next to Robert. "He's never away from me on breaks..."

"You sure he came in this morning?" Thr blonde asked.

"Yes!" Susie looked at him. "He was sitting in the car with me! I saw him walking in!" She then looked away, frowning. "At least, I think I saw him walking in..." She then thought of something. "God, what if Dad found out about the kid!?"

"Wait, your plan didn't work!?" Robert asked, his eyes widened.

"He... he said he wanted it to be done when we weren't there..." Susie looked at Robert, her eyes widening. "You think our parents figured it out he slept in that fort in Will's room?"

"I don't know..." Robert whispered. "God, if your parents learn what we did..."

"No." Susie shook her head. "Will might be a lot of things, but he's not one to rat others out, if anything, I'd say he took it upon himself..." She sighed. "But either way... after school, the freak will be back in the looney bin... and we can focus on what really matters..."

She looked up, sharing the look of determination with Robert.

"Finding Ross." He whispered.

El was still sitting in the fort, fidgeting with pair of cookies Will left him. One was shaped like a weird head, he had seen in some books back at The House... and other was the same as the toy, Will let him borrow.

When he heard noise from outside... and then a sound of something falling on the ground. El felt fear raising in him when it turned to footsteps... to the fort, he was sitting in...

But then the protecting cloth was pulled over to reveal Will on the other side.

"Hey, I'm back!" Will smiled. "Sorry, it took longer than expected... needed to make sure Mom wouldn't see me..." he then sat next to El. "You still haven't finished the cookies?"

El looked away, before pointing to the toy and the orange cookie.

"Ooo!" Will smiled. "You liked Jack?" He asked, making El raise an eyebrow. "Jack-o-lantern? The pumpkin?"

El tilted his head once more, looking at the toy. Will frowned lightly.

"You... know about Halloween?" He asked.

El looked at him, before frowning. "'Halloween'?" He asked softly, as if trying to repeat the word.

Will's eyes widened. "You... don't know?"

El shook his head. "What is... 'Halloween?" He asked quietly.

Will laughed lightly, sitting next to El. "Oh, where do I even begin..? It's the best day of the entire year! It's when you dress up in all the spooky stuff, do scary things, like watching scary movies, play trick-or-treat, get candy and... all other stuff!" Will jumped, throwing his hands up. "We love Halloween in this town! Actually, the whole month of October is time we celebrate Halloween! Or rather, as we call it, the Spooky Month! We even have the special dance for it! Wait! Let me show you!"

Will then got out of the fort, standing infront of El, as he took a breath, letting out a small giggle. Next second, he shouted a loud "It is the Spooky Month!". El's eyes widened at the scream, but next moment, Will started to slightly crouching and standing up over and over, as if he was jumping, while also making swinging his hands left and right every time. While doing that, he was smiling widely, that couldn't make El not to smile.

The other boy let out a giggle, climbing out of the fort, to join Will into the silly dancing. As simple as it was... it looked like fun! And, to be fair... it was! The two kids then fell down onto the floor in fit of giggles over the action.

"Come on!" Will eventually said, sitting up putting hand out for El to grab on. "I have so much stuff, I can show you!"

This time, El didn't hesitate. This 'Halloween' thing seemed to be fun! So far, everything, Will showed him, was fun and good!

The two kids grabbed hands, before Will dragged El out of his room, showing him onto the walls of his house. El did see them last night, but he didn't get a good look at them. On them, there were a man and woman, as well as Susie and, he guessed, Will! They were all dressed in different outfits on each of them.

Will then handed him one of them.

"It's our most recent ones!" He said.

Will was dressed in black with the orange thing on his head (Jack-o-lantern, Will called them?). Susie was dressed in red, even her face was that color! On her head where some weird pointy things (also red!). The man was also dressed in black, he had something like a mask on his face resembling a cat face, cat ears were also on his head. And the woman had her skin painted green and dressed in purple and black, a long pointy had on her head, she also had a stick in her hand.

El examined it, before looking over the woman, tilting his head. "Pretty..." He traced her with his finger.

"Yeah!" Will nodded. "That's my mom!" He smiled, pointing to the woman, before going to the man. "And that's my dad." He explained. "We had a themed outfits this year. Dad was a cat, Mom was a witch, Susie was a demon and I was a pumpkin!"

El's eyebrow raised.

"Pumpkin?" He asked. He called those differently previously...

"Yeah." Will nodded. "Pumpkins are one of symbols of Halloween, with fall being their time and how people carve them into all kinds of stuff! Most popular of them are Jack-o-lanterns, like one you're holding!"

'Oh' El thought 'That explained this...'

"And you know, it's more of a... coin-ci-dence..." He said slowly, trying to remember how the word spelt. "But you wear a skeleton onesie. It's second symbol of Halloween, along side pumpkins."

El looked at Will, before over himself, smiling lightly. It was funny.

"Honestly... with your shaved hair... you do kinda look like a skeleton..." Will thought of it, when an idea came into his head. "Maybe we can get your nickname from it? I mean... unless you do like El..."

The boy looked over at Will, before thinking over it. He was never called anything, but Eleven... so that could je weird... He did like that skeleton onesie... and Will... he was so... nice to him. Way nicer than anyone ever were to him... (well, expect for Vivana and Tom). He thought of it and nodded. He could go go for that "nickname" thing. Will smiled.

"Well... 'Skeleton'... I mean, Skel could be an idea... but it's kinda weird..." He thought. "Skeleton boy? A bit mouthful..." Will say down, starting to think it over. "Skeleton... kid?"

El sat next to Will, listening to his rumblings, trying to combine the words after Will spoke them. Skeleton, boy, kid. It was kind of tricky with how word was... El was mumbling to himself, separating words onto letters and syllables.

"S... boy... Sk... oy... " El continued to mumble to himself, Will stopped to listen to him, smiling, before something caught his ear.

"Wait, repeat that one again?" Will reached his hand over to El, who looked at him in small confusion... but then replied back.

"Sk... kid..." He said once more, confused.

"Yes! If you take 'S' or 'Sk' from skeleton, and then put it to 'kid'!" He said, his eyes wide just like his smile. "Skid."

El's eyes widened as well, before he looked down. Skid. This was short. Way shorter than Eleven... but something in it... felt nice. It felt better to say rather than Eleven. With a small smile, he decided he liked it.

"Skid..." The boy whispered softly, getting a smile from Will.

"Well, I think it'll be that for now!" Will said, putting a hand in similar way to what Tom did to him yesterday. "Nice to meet you, Skid."

Eleven... no. Skid smiled to the other boy reaching out to shake hands with him.

Aaron was sitting in his car, music blasting through the small space as he drove. He had lone since passed the "You're leaving Frightville" sign. Yes, he was driving out of town. To visit Oscar.

God, how long it's been since he last thought of that man? Honestly... too long. He hasn't thought of him since he knew him and Jaune were expecting. God, it's been quite awhile, huh..? He still could remember that day...

He was getting to know Lila. He thought  Jaune mentioned that her and Lila were friends since the two of were little kids... so he should get to know her better, if he was going to be with Jaune.

She was sitting next to him, listening to some music he had. No, there were no other intentions of other than getting to know her. He loved Jaune. He wasn't going to break her heart in going after her best friend.

Lila was a pretty young woman, sure, but she was more closed and Aaron respected it. He wasn't going to push her boundaries... and, who knows? Maybe they could be friends as well!

"You like it?" He asked, smiling to the girl, who looked up, nodding to him with a smile.

"Yeah, it's cool!" She smiled. "My father would constantly listen to these, when I was little... so that takes me back."

Aaron smiled at it. "I can give you a copy of these, if you want!"

"Really?" Lila looked at him, her eyes widened.

The man chuckled. "All the best stuff is here." He said, handing her a disk. "Aa you know... music can change one's life."

Lila smiled to him, but before she was able to take an offered disk, there was a knock on the door. The two looked at one another, before Aaron went to open... and next thing that Lila heard was him saying her best friend's name. The young woman stood up, deciding to go and check on them... only to find Jaune crying in Aaron's arms as he was asking her what happened.

"Jaune!?" Lila asked, walking to her, taking her hand. "Jaune, what's wrong? God, you're-"

"I'm sorry..." Thw blonde whispered. "I never meant this! I didn't mean it!" She said once more.

The two brought the hysterical woman in, sitting her on couch, while Lila kept hugging her. The music was turned off not to unsettle her further, while Aaron went to get some water for his girlfriend. The two then sat by each other's side, as Jaune started to calm down, but still didn't sat anything.

"Jaune, is it about your father?" Lila asked, noticing a bag on her back. "You need somewhere to stay? Is he going to hurt you? Because if he is, I am going to kick his ass! I'm sick of his ex-!"

"No, Lila... don't..." She whispered, her hands squeezing the bottle, Aaron gave her. "This is my fault this time... I messed up big time..."

"Jaune, don't talk like this..." Aaron spoke softly, still hands on her back. "Whatever that is you did, I'm sure it's nothing we can't-"

"Aaron, I'm pregnant."

Then, the room fell quiet, Lila and Aaron's eyes widened when they heard that. What?

"J... Jaune?" Lila covered her mouth.

"And it's Aaron's. I want to keep it..." 

Aaron looked at her, but breathed out. And yet, his eyes unintentionally went down to his girlfriend's stomach. God, there was a baby in there. A little life right inside Jaune...

"Alright..." Aaron breathed out. "And... Oscar found out?" He asked, his hands starting to wrap into fists. Jaune just nodded. "Does he have a problem with it?"

Jaune shook her head. "No. His problem isn't the fact I'm having a baby... but the fact Aaron is the father..."

Aaron and Lila shared a look, as Aaron thought over it. Sure, he wasn't sure about how he felt about the news, but... Jaune did say her mother's side of family had troubles with getting pregnant... that she thought could also pass onto her. So he could see why she wanted to keep the child. She was in a project, that payed well, so money didn't seem to be an issue.

Of course it would be her father's distaste of him that would make him against Jaune and her baby... but Aaron wasn't going to stand it.

"He's not coming, is he?" Lila asked softly to him, to which Jaune just shook her head.

No. This just wouldn't do. Learning of a pregnancy was meant to be a happy news for parents... not depressing.

"Jaune, look at me, sunflower..." Aaron said softly, putting his hand on her shoulders. "Come on. Has he ever done anything with you that you actually like?"

Jaune looked at him, frowning, before shrugging. "I... don't know..?"

"No..." Aaron spoke again. "From what I've heard of him, he hasn't. Now, just look at it, he kicked you out for something you couldn't help with. For something you want to have, right?" He asked softly, to which Jaune looked away, but then nodded.

Yes. She wanted to have that child... that little boy or girl that was growing inside her... she didn't want to lose them. Not when she could help it.

"That's right..." He smiled softly. "Now, don't ever let anyone tell you what you should do or not... Okay? Especially not people like him..."

Jaune looked at him, now smiling softly, nodding once more. She chuckled lightly, wiping away her tears.

"Now... you want to have this baby? You want to stay with me?" He said once more, getting a bright smile from his girlfriend, before she threw her arms around him.

"Yes... Definitely."

He hugged her back with a smile.

And nine seven months later, Ross was born.

He was so small when he just entered their lives that Aaron was scared to even touch him at first. And still, the day he first saw his son was the day Aaron a promise... that nothing would ever happen to Jaune or their child...

But not even know, with his son missing... he wasn't going back on this yet.

People were talking, walking around the store, when the door opened and another costumer walked in. A blonde woman walked through the aisles, looking around.

"Jaune?" Somebody called her from the back, as she turned around seeing one of employees looking at her. "Didn't expect to see you here today."

Jaune waved to the man, before looking around. "Yeah, I didn't expect going out to town either, but, well..." She looked around, sighing. "The storm last night, you see?" She covered her face, breathing into it. "I need a new phone..."

Through the reason why she didn't say... it wasn't just because they needed a home phone. Jaune had another plan. She was able to hear Ross' breathing through the phone, right? She guessed that, if it happened once, it could be done again. Just... not with a broken one... so she needed to get it.

A quick purchase later, Jaume stood outside of the store, calling her boss at work. She was in a quiet room, not many people passing by her at this point.

"Hello?" She said, when it was picked up. "Yes, good day, it's me, Jaune... yes, I know, Olivia stepped in for me today, but... it's not about the work, it's..." She took a deep breath, before continuing. "I need an advance..."

After a short pause, a smile came onto her face.

"Oh, really? Thank you..." She breathed out. "Yeah... um..." She mumbled lightly, holding onto her hand. "I was thinking... two weeks?"

There was another pause, before she frowned, holding onto her hand. "Terence. I've been there ten years, right? Have I ever called in sick or missed a shift once? I've worked on both, Christmas Eve and Thanksgiving. Multiple times."

Jaune felt tears coming onto her face once more.

"Please, I need to be here when my child comes home..." She breathed out. "He's gone. I don't know if I'm..." She could feel her voice breaking at this. "If I'm gonna ever see him again, if he's hurt..."

Jaune took another deep breath.

"Please, I just need two weeks in advance."

And it seemed to be enough, as she finally had a positive answer.

A man knocked on the door. But nobody replied. Then he knocked once more... and still nothing came. After quickly looking in the window, he nodded.

"We're all clear." He said, before few men in red robes came out.

One of them, was a tall man that was the only one, who didn't wear a hood and held his hand up, on which was a ring with big teal gem. It started to glow brighter upon going into the house.

After quick manipulations to open the door, Father and other cultists walked inside starting to look sound. Everyond held their medallions up.

Two cultists walked down into the basement, when the glow seemed to increase... and the closer they walked, the more it would glow. Whatever it was, it was down there...

Upon reading the bottom of the stairs, they started to search over the small space... which didn't take long before they came across a dim teal glow from the far wall... when the two came closer to the wall, they found something... as within the close proximity of medallions, the real reason of glow came out...

A tiny tendril came from a hole, trying to wriggle out it's prison.

"Extraordinary..." One of them breathed out.

@crossover-enthusiast @catsockpuppet @spookuzm @ferf-bish @sunny6677 @momentokori @nottapossum @nostalgic-soda

[truearchangel]

"But admit it, life would be boring without me." (Your choice of Human or Sinner)

@shiningxfates

"You are very egotistical, but you were when you were alive as well." Michael commented, which meant "your words don't surprise me" from the angel. He knows what Alastor wants, his past charge was looking for attention. It's endearing, a little bit, he knows that the demon is struggling with the flicker of memories that Michael just existing causes to stir up. He has questions and the Archangel is refusing to answer them.

"if you force the memories, you'll hurt yourself".

Logically, to make this easier, he knows he should go back to Heaven. At least until Alexandar settles properly in Alastor's mind, but each time that thought flickers through his mind... he kills it just as quickly. Michael never had proper restraint when it came to this particular Charge. It's funny to him, a bit. Alexandar was far from his first Charge, but he was the only one to pull the Archangel in as tightly and as quicly as he did. Grasping at him and refusing to let go. He never broke the rules as hard or as many as he did for Alastor.

Now it seems that continues down here too. Something that he hadn't quite thought was going to happen. Not that he expected at all to find Alexandar down here if he's being honest. He told him to fight when he died, apparently those words really etched themselves onto his soul. Along with the necklace that Michael had given him to protect him.

Had that helped? He hopes so. It would... make him feel, just a little bit, like less of a failure.

A shadow looms over him and Michael picks his gaze up from his book, arching his brows at the Radio Demon that leaned over him with that strange posture he adapted. Hands behind his back, bent at an uncomfortable angle, that wide grin on his face. He can use it to hide as much as he wants, Michael knows him. Now that he knows who he is looking at, all the little expressions make sense. He should know he can't hide from his Guardian Angel.

"You're such a brat." Something else that had not changed since he was alive. "You bought me this book and now you're not even letting me read it." Honestly though, he thinks the book was a joke. It was incredibly repulsive. He's learned how to cook human liver from it, which was definitely not something Michael ever wanted to know. But Alastor bought it so he was determined to make his way through it. Apparently that was now annoying Alastor.

Brat.

Sighing softly he closed the book and sat it down beside him as he reached his hands out toward his Charge. "Come here then, if you want my attention so badly." He doesn't give Alastor further chance to argue against this. Wrapping one arm around his waist and using his other hand to grasp the Radio Demon's wrist, he physically pulled him right into his own lap.

The height differece undoubtly made this quite amusing, as did the look it pulled on the demon's face, but Michael hardly cared. "Stop being so tense, just relax. Tilt your head toward me." Releasing his wrist but keeping the arm locked around his waist, Michael reached up and started gently rubbing the ears on top of his head.

An easy smiled pulled onto his own lips as he pet Alastor, enjoying the way his twitched into the touch. What a ridiculous Radio Demon. "You are right, life was boring without you, by the way."

[realcatalina]

Is this the lost portrait of Mary I as Princess?

Let’s find out!

First of all, painting A(on left) is extremely similiar to this painting on right(painting B):

The face and proportions etc. But obviously B has very different background, some jewels are not in A. However they look as if made by same person. Or that one is an excellent copy, and the other is original.

This level of similiarity, is frankly astonishing. You’d think it is same painting after and prior to cleaning of later alterations! But it isn’t. Becase B is painting in Ashmolean Museum and nobody knows what lies beneath the layers of 19th century mixture on top of it. As far as I understand the description on their webpage, the painting not only wasn’t ever properly cleaned, it cannot be cleaned(with our current technology). They tried in 1976...but that had catastrophic results(thus those weird smudges.) 

So what could be the explanation for this photo?

1)One is copy by excellent forger/by excellent painter. We once seen it with portrait of Margaret Beaufort. The copy made about 100 years later was very true to original in most aspects. Most being the key word here. Very few artist manage to do the perfect copy. This explain some of differences, Especially B was later altered or if B is the copy. But imo both look they have some alterations.

2)They were twins(twin portraits). By twin portraits we don’t mean exactly same portraits, but two portraits which are nearly same, but have some minor differecences. Catherine Parr had twin portraits, where posture was same, outfit was nearly same, just the gown and jewelry was different.

Here, however the jewels seem to be same, exactly the same and gown also. Unless of course, the quality of photos or alterations are hiding something. Hence could possibly be the case, we just can’t see it at the moment.

3)They were made exactly the same originally, and somebody altered heck out of B. (well almost exact same, amount of forepart you see is different+ some minor differences in french hood(in A it is smaller slightly). But it could be that they were ment to be same.)

Yet it doesn’t make sense for two exact same original portraits of Mary to be made in 1540s.

Unless both are copies, based upon single original, which predates them both! This seems to be most logical to me, but it could be any of the prior options. 

I could only find photo of A, idk where it is located and B cannot be cleaned at the moment. Maybe in future technology will improve and it will be able, but right now we can’t tell what is altered what is not.

Because Ashmolean Museum doesn’t meantion the photo or any other version of this painting, I think it is sadly possible that this old photo is of painting which was lost during WW2. (usually the case with lost art.)

This 3rd option-both being copies, would explain why even A does not have perfectly accurate Tudor outfit. But at same time, it seems like A itself is subject of alterations, and some appear to be visible in the photo. 

In lower half, obviously the girdle is missing, the pattern of fabric of forepart seems off(possible altered), the shape of oversleeves is wrong(they were never this small), there is like big smudge?/dark area on right(which i marked orange), and more cuts of undersleeves are partly see-through on both sides.

B doesn’t have such weirdness as far as I can tell. Though same problem with lack of girdle and too small oversleeves(+ the too wide forepart). On A the gap around waistline revealing forepart is more historically accurate, and it existing suggest the original painting could have been done in late 1530s/ealry 1540s. Because with Parr the gap disappeared.

And this is oviously the six-cut style undersleeves. This might help us narrow down dating of Streatham portrait. And once again, it is on Mary!

But what is most interesting to me is that those shadows behind her head are as if she wore gable hood! One back veil pinned up, one down. 

Except both on same side! It’d have to be same part of the veil-which is impossible. You cannot have same part of veil both unpinned and not pinned.

I mean it is possible that Mary originally wore gable hood. This shape of french hood is strange, so it’d make sense for it to be alteration. 

Yet the way that upper part is facing suggest is not corresponding to the shape on right, this is not how gable hood should be. That loose veil should be on left(where now french hood is).

But perhaps the person who altered it, tried various alterations. Who knows, maybe they went from french hood to gable hood or other way around.

I am just saying it’s possible that original painting was showing Mary with gable hood and please don’t use this french hood’s shape as inspiration. It’s shape is not correct, though better than on B.

Painting A is not that bad for probably a a copy. I mean if you compare it with young Mary by Scrots(on right):

Then there is a lot of similiarities in the face. I know it is not perfect, but it is certainly one my new favourites depictions of Mary.

And now if you’re still reading check the date. 

It’s April the First, Happy April Fools Day!

Did I fool you? I created this painting using photopea and old photo of Ashmolean museum’s painting. Took me several hours.

So this entire post was a prank.

I hope you’ve enjoyed it and that I fooled many of you. 

[m-c-gs-storyblog]

USF SPEECH SNEEK PEEK

In the vast expance of the universe, it is impossible for humanity to be its sole inhabitor. In the near future, we may reap what we sow as a result of brodcasting our progress throughout the universe. Perhaps as a way to make ourselves more interesting or as a way to communicate with extratarrestials. However, is it the most intelligent thing to broadcast our existence to a potentially dangerous species? A species that does not share our morals, our code of conduct, and most importantly, our empathy for other sapiant spieces. currently, we can only conseptualize only three types of alien socities. The parasitic spieces, a hive-like spieces, and a techlologicly superior spieces. Moreover, these theorized spieces may not even view us as intelligent and may view us the same way we view the humble ant colony. This is why for humanity for ensure we have a good first contact with extratarrestials, we must do two things: we must come togeather under a common flag when the fate of the world is at stake and we must bolster our planitary defences.

     

     While the idea of coming togeather under a common flag may not be appealing to all the global leaders, for fears of losing athority over their countries in times of strife. It is a neccessity when the fate of the spieces is at stake. Furthermore, it ensures that those living under those athorities have a chance to live, create, work, and survive whatever force may endanger us. In an ideal world these things would be handled democraticly with voting from the people of the nations and in turn, voting from the leaders of a nation. ultamatly the desision will be made by the planet and its people under a common flag. Alternativly we can remain seperated and decide through military power who shall lead the earth into the future. However, when the dust settles and the victor is named, we may not have a planet to fight for anymore and our spieces would be as doomed as it would have been had an alien spieces glassed our planet. With this in mind, take a minuite to imagine a world that does not squabble over the metals in the ground, or the right to a piece of land bacasue of its elements. Where humanity does not fight over food, land, water, or wealth. A world at peace. Moreover, if we can not settle differeces be it with relligion or claim to a terratory. If war is unavoidable it can be decided off-world. let petty wars be fought off-world to ensure humanity is safguarded from the horrors of nucular annilation and the dread of war. This not only ensures civilians are safe but to also ensure that those whom wage war can state their cause is just by recruting people to fight in space for said cause. Making it more difficult for those to endanger the lives of civilians with petty wars. While many wouldn't take to this for fears of their cause being unjust and therefore, people not enlisting. Some might to to acts of terrorism to make political statements, others may turn to activism to change policies. while these are welcome in countries in which it is permitted others will disagree and fight tooth and nail to not be involved in a world government. Others will welcome the oppertunity and reap the benafits of said allience.

     These benafits should include, access to technology, building methods for arcatecture, orbital defence from below and above in the senerio of hostile invasion be it foreign or domestic. These will be the first steps in ensuring humanity's safty as well as a global standard for technology which allows for a greater understanding of said technology and faster distrabution of innovations in technology between nations. universiel standard for education and garentieeded resources when innovations are made. furthermore, to ensure this new form of government is never used against the people. To rule over then and exploit the people they are tasked with protecting. the people will have the right to bare arms and this right shall not be infringed upon by any government offical or state or system. Any government offical that violates these rules shall get the sword and it shall be weilded by the people to strike down corruption and manipulation where ever when ever it spawns.

    These ideas are radical because they are so different from what we are accustomed to. Becasue of this many will label me a madman. However, I ask of you would you rather have a world of peace, or a world of perpetual war, conflict, strife, were the world could be ended with the press of a button or worse. We are culled by any alien spieces that wishes to, simply on a whim. we must come togeather under a common goal, under a common flag. To ensure we are not vaporized out of existance again like many species have on our planet. we must understand that with this technology we could be mining gold, iron, cobalt, and a myriad of other elements. We could be assembling great ships that take our spieces to the next planet or our own moon. We could be so much more than what we are if we put aside our differences and come togeather for the sake of our spieces.