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Most Interesting Photos (12/8/2023 - 6/8/2024)

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Snuffy's 2014 Pacific Crest Trail Journal-Oregon Day 15

August 9th Destination: Minnie Scott Springs Today’s Miles: 6 Start Location: Lava Lake Camp Trip Miles: 226.5 I got up this morning around 7:30am, had breakfast and after checking the map, decided I had time for a short walk to the Dee Wright Observatory before Elizabeth arrived to hike with me. As I walked the red gravel road past the trailhead, I could see hikers slowly filling up the…

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✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ 강 여상 YEOSANG ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

HORNYTOBER Day 23

Under those sweet looks

(Ateez)

Note: Happy birthday to our cute Minnie of (G)I-dle!!!!

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You and Yeosang have been dating for long time now and Yeosang loves you more than anything and anyone.

The thing was that you always cheated on him, but he still forgave you after all of those. He's the kind and gentle man that you wanted but him in bed was worst.

Now, you were at the club, grinding up some other men and unfortunately, he saw you. So he went to you, grabbing your wrist to pull you away from the crowd. "Really? Again?" He asked. "Yeosang..." As you mentioned his name, you embraced him.

His expression softened, looking at you... His love for you clear as day. He wraps his arms around you protectively, his voice gentle but firm, "You're drunk, come on, I'll take you home." He guides you out of the bar, his hand on your lower back to help you up.

You followed him home, keeping him close. "I saw Ajin earlier... She said she wants you back..." You spoke. "I don't want her. I want you, you know that." He opened the door, carrying you inside and placed you down gently on the floor, near the bed. "You're the only one who makes me this angry and loving, my sweet petal."

You fell down the bed, looking up at him... The anger and pain in his eyes is prominent. He stood over you, his fists clenched at his sides. "How many times do I have to forgive you, my little petal? How many times do I have to watch you throw away our love for some cheap thrill with other men?"

"I'm sorry." You slurred... Of course, every word is delivered out by the alcohol. You never really meant any of this when sober. His expression hardened as he heard your slurred apology. He knelt down next to the bed, his face inches from yours, "Sorry isn't enough anymore, Y/n. I'm tired of being the fool who always takes you back."

You pouted and pulled him into a kiss, making up for the mistake; covering it all in her current actions. You pull away slightly, forehead pressed against his, "I'm sorry." You whispered.

He stared at you, his eyes a conflict of emotions--love, anger, and pain. "You think a kiss can fix everything you've done?" He whispered back, his voice cracking slightly.

"You can do what you want, Sangie. Punish me? Go ahead. Do what you want. Just don't leave, hm?" You said, actually giving him access to everything despite your drunkness. You know Yeosang isn't someone to take advantage of a drunk person.

His expression softened at your words, his hand gently cupping your cheek, "You don't know what you're saying, petal... You're drunk."

"I know what I'm saying. Go on, Sangie, you can do anything." He gulped, his eyes darkening with desire and a glimmer of something wilder. "Anything?" He asked softly, his hand sliding down to your throat, his fingers wrapping around your neck gently, but firmly, his touch possessive.

You nodded, your own hand coming up to grip his wrist. He leaned closer, his breath hot against your face. "Then I'm going to remind you who you belong to." His voice low and dangerous.

You responded with a whimper, pressing your thighs together in the sudden flip of his switch. His eyes flashed with satisfaction at your whimper. He tightened his grip slightly, not enough to hurt, but enough to make his claim clear.

"That's right, petal. You're mine and only mine." His other hand slid down your thigh, possessive and hungry. Your thighs tightened even more, now that his hands are between them. He chuckled, hands squeezing your thighs. "Spread your legs, Y/n. Show me what's mine."

You looked down and slowly spread your legs. His gaze followed your movements, his breathing growing heavier as you revealed yourself to him. "Good girl," he praised, his hand sliding up your inner thigh.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear, "You're not going to touch me, understand?" You nodded.

"Words, petal. I need words or have you lost the ability to speak?" He murmured, his hands continuing to touch you, possessive and thorough. He wanted you to feel his touch everything, to be marked by it. He wanted you to remember who you belonged to, even if you woke up tomorrow with no memory of tonight. "U-understood..."

"That's my good girl." He purred, pleased with your response. His hand reached the apex of your thighs, his fingers teasing along the edge of your underwear. "You're already so wet for me. Drunk or not, your body knows who it wants."

"Sangie... Don't tease." You whined. "Shh, petal. You said I could do anything, remember?" His fingers hooked into the edge of your underwear, slowly pulling it down. You lifted your lips for him, your underwear being pulled down. His gaze is appreciative as it roams your body. "So beautiful," he murmured, his voice filled with reverence.

He threw your underwear aside, his hands going back to caress your body. You bit your lip, looking at him in desperation. His eyes locked onto yours, seeing the desperation in your eyes. It only fueled his desire. "Look at you, so desperate for me," he whispered, his fingers tracing patterns on your skin. "I'm going to make you wait, petal."

"Please don't..."

"Shh, baby... I'm in control, remember?" His hands continued to touch you, everywhere except where you wanted them. He could see the frustration in your eyes, the way your hands gripped the sheets, the way your hips lifted to meet his touch, only for him to pull back.

"Sangie..." You whined. "There's no rushing me, petal. I've waited this long, I can wait more." His hands continued their torment, "You'll beg properly before I gave you what you want." His voice was low, eyes gleaming with a mix of love and desire."

"Sangie, please. Just please... I need- I need you. Please, don't tease. I- I'll follow anything... Just please, don't tease and just- just fuck me." You begged, tears starting to well up in your eyes.

Seeing your tears was Yeosang's undoing. He let out a low groan, his control snapping. "Alright, petal, alright." He quickly unzipped his pants, pushing them down along with his boxers. His body covered yours, his hard length pressing against you.

You kept your hands down on the sheets, keeping your promise earlier. He looked down at you, his eyes filled with the heat and gratitude. "You're being so good for me, petal," he praised. His hands gripped your hips, lifting them to align with his own. "You're mine, okay? All mine." You looked up at him, silently begging.

His gaze held yours as he slowly pushed in, your body stretching to accommodate to him. He watched as your mouth fell open in a silent 'o', your yes fluttering closed. His pace was slow and deliberate, "Look at me, petal. Keep your eyes on me."

"I'm sorry..." You opened your eyes, forcing yourself to look at him. "Shh, no need to apologize. You're doing so well for me, petal." He leaned down, capturing your lips in a deep, passionate kiss. His hips continued to move, slowly at first but gradually picking up speed.

You let out a whiny moan against his lips, cunt tightening around him. He groaned, his body shuddering at the feeling of you. His pace quickened, his thrusts becoming deeper. His body was taut with control, his jaw clenched. "Petal..."

You fell down the bed, her arms giving out on keeping yourself up. You wrapped your legs around his waist, moaning and gripping on the sheets tightly.

Yeosang followed you down, gripping yours legs to hold you in place. His mouth found your neck, biting and sucking as he fucked you. "Mine... You're mine." He repeated, his voice filled with possessiveness and love.

"So good, Sangie... You're fucking me so good. I- I wanna cum..."

"Not yet, petal. Not until I say so." He growled, his pace becoming even more intense. His hands gripped your thighs tightly, his fingers digging into your flesh. He could see the strain on your face, the unshed tears, the desperate need for release.

You bit your lip, face contorting in need and pleasure, "Sangie, please... I can't hold it anymore." You pleaded. "Hold it, petal. Hold it for me." He commanded, his voice rough with desire. His hips slammed against yours, his cock hitting that spot inside that made your world spin. "I want to see you break, petal... I want to see you lose control."

"I- I can't-" You tried to hold on but came undone all over his cock, shaking... You realized what you'd done and that could get him angry... "I- I'm sorry- Sangie-"

His expression darkened as you came undone beneath him. He groaned at the feeling of you convulsing around him, but his face showed clear disappointment. "Bad girl." He growled, his hips continuing to thrust into you.

"No, I'm sorry... I'm so sorry, Sangie." You moaned louder, eyes closing tightly again. "Look at me, Y/n." He ordered, his hand wrapping around your chin and forcing your face up to his. "You'll make it up to me. You'll take everything I gave you now, won't you?"

You nodded eagerly, "Yes.. Yes, I'll take it all." You felt another release coming in from how sensitive you were. His face contorted in pleasure, "Good girl." His thrusts fastened, fucking you mercilessly, not caring about your sensitive state. His balls slapped against your ass, his cock pounding into you without mercy.

"Y-Yeosang!!" You moaned out his name loudly, back arching off the bed. "That's it, moan my name. Let everyone know who you belong to." He snarled, his pace relentless. His hand moved to your clit, rubbing it roughly. "Cum for me, petal. Cum on my cock like a good little slut."

You let go, squirting around him for the first time. "S-Sangie!" His body stiffened as he felt the gush of release from you. His gaze dropped to where you were joined, watching as you coated his length. His release hit him sudden and hard, his body shaking as he spilled into you. "Petal... That was so fucking hot..."

Your legs shook at the intense session, your chest heaving up and down. "Do that for me again, yeah?"

[funkyllama]

Portraits From Generation Six of My Historical Gameplay Family,

Miss Anne Margaret Deville poses for a portrait comissioned by her father, L.M. Deville in 187x.

Miss Jane Theresa Deville, aged 14, painted by her sister, Annie-Minnie, 188x.

Painting by Miss Mary "Ruth" Deville entitled, "Self Portrait," oil on canvas 188x.

Anne Deville becomes Mrs. Wolfgang Wilder in picture sent home from Paris, 189x.

Two year old Oscar Herbert Wilder with his closest-in-age sister, Hilary Suzanne, Paris 189x.

Mrs. Anne Wilder visits her father's estate in Chestnut Ridge, 189x.

Miss Mary Berthe Wilder, aged 5 189x.

Generation 3 & 4 / Generation 4 Mini-Post / Generation 5 / Detailed Family Tree

[kay-elle-cee]

A restless waves rise and fall microfic (series). 🏴‍☠️ Pirate Jily AU. @jilymicrofics August Prompts 4 and 18 : Ship and Time || 968 Words

This micro was written for Jily Week 2024's Day 7 Prompt: Continuation Station, and is part of my Pirate!Jily universe. Now without further ado, let's meet the newest (tiniest) member of The Minnie....

They still have two more days on their journey to the Potter estate when Lily goes into labor.

She’s taking her morning walk about the ship—twice a day, on Remus’ orders—when a sharp cry echoes across the deck and she grips the wooden railing until her knuckles turn white.

Those nearest to her—Peter and Frank—rush over to offer some physical support as David Sims takes of running across the quarterdeck and disappearing below—likely to find their captain and doctor.

When Lily and the others round the corner to the Captain’s Quarters, James is sprinting down the hallway towards them, eyes wild and hair even wilder as Sirius tries to keep pace behind him, face drawn grim in concern.

“Are you alright? Sims said—”

“We’re not going to make it to Eleuthera,” she groans as Peter and Frank pass her over to James, who wraps and arm around her waist and smooths down her hair. “The baby’s coming now.”

He lets out a strangled sound right as Remus comes bounding around the corner with a small medical bag in hand, abruptly stopping at the sight of the crowd in his way. When he speaks it’s firm and loud—so at odds to his usual demeanor. “Everyone needs to clear out.”

Sirius claps a hand on James’ shoulder. “I’ll keep us on course, make sure we get to your parents’ as quick as we can.” Then, with a solemn (slightly softer) look at Lily, he nods. “Godspeed, Evans.”

James ushers Lily into their quarters, Remus closing the door behind them as the others scuttle away back to their stations. The Minnie’s doctor in rare form—swift and decisive as he instructs Lily into a comfortable, reclined position as she breathes through the ebb and flow of her contractions. For his part, James oscillates between a nervous pacing and pressing firm kisses against her sweaty temples as he whispers soft encouragements to her.

Time seems to stand still in the Captain’s Quarters as around them morning turns to afternoon and the first red beams of sunset filter through the window. Lily’s frustrated cries are growing louder, her grip on James’ hand tighter, and her patience thinner as the hours tick by and her contractions become more and more frequent.

“This was a bad idea…a foolish mistake….we should’ve stayed put in Haiti when we last made port,” Lily babbles, head lolling from side to side as James concernedly wipes sweat from her brow and neck. “I think something’s wrong, it’s taking so long…”

“Everything’s fine, I promise,” Remus assures her—assures them both—with a weary breath. “I’ve been meeting with midwives at every port to make sure we were prepared in case this happens. They said it can last upwards of fifteen hours sometimes.”

“Fifteen hours?” Lily cries, gritting her teeth as another contraction wracks her body.

“Don’t worry, you’re nearly there.” His eyes flicker between Lily and James, hoping that he sounds more confident than he feels. “The next part’s going to be hard, but Lily, you need to push when I tell you to, alright?”

She lets out an exhausted sob but nods, and James wraps a comforting arm around her, kneeling on the bed to offer support. “There’s nothing you can’t do, right, Lil?” he whispers, and Remus averts his eyes from the couple, who so rarely show this level of soft affection in front of the crew. It’s an odd and silly feeling to feel like he’s intruding on a private moment in the grand scheme of the situation, but he gives them the privacy he can.

His estimations weren’t far off. After another quarter hour, it’s time for Lily to begin pushing. It lasts for about an hour, with Lily’s agonized grunts occasionally punctuated by threats, praises, or instruction.

“Gonna…kill you…Potter…” she threatens through labored breathing and gritted teeth before falling back against his chest and receiving a kiss on her forehead.

“I’ll be sure to sleep with one eye open, love,” he assures her. “You’re doing so well, Evans. Bloody incredible, you are.”

“Get ready to push again, I can see the head!”

When all is said and done, a ten-hour labor produces the newest, tiniest member of The Minnie’s crew.

Harry James Potter.

Remus leaves the new family quietly, shutting the door to their quarters as he wanders above deck to relay the news to the rest of the crew, and James feels the high anxiety of the day melt away, looking down to see Lily holding their son—a tired, wonder-filled smile on her face.

Gently, he tucks a sweat-dampened strand of her brilliant red hair behind her ear, and she tears her eyes away from Harry. They find him—glittering green and full of love—and he feels like the boy he was during their first meeting in Nassau all over again: absolutely and utterly in awe of her. His heart has lodged itself into his throat and words fail him in that moment, not able to think of anything enough to properly articulate what he feels here in this room with her and their son—their perfect, gorgeous, beautiful boy—so he dips his head to capture her lips in a slow, tender kiss.

He hopes it’s enough to convey the love and wonderment he feels in this moment, the gratitude he feels for all that she’s given him. When he pulls back and her eyes flutter for a moment before finding him again, the small curve of her lips and the way she snuggles her body a little closer to his offers him that reassurance.

She looks down at the little figure bundled in her arms again, a smile spreading across her face. “You are so loved, Harry. So very loved.”

“Welcome aboard the adventure,” he adds, finally finding his voice. “We’re going to have quite the time together.”

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@wolfstarmicrofic March 7 – prompt 7: Revive Potion – word count 859

Revive Potion - Awakens an unconscious person

“How many bottles of firewhiskey do you think there are?” Remus asked, his tone mildly concerned.

Peter just shrugged. He had no clue, as he had no clue how many people were now cramped in the Gryffindor Common Room, but if someone had told him the whole of Hogwarts was there he would have believed them. And it made sense as well. After all, Sirius was very popular and this was his seventeenth birthday party. As lavish as the others had been, this was even grander to properly celebrate the fact he was now an adult since around five o’clock that morning. The Marauders had woken him up jumping on his bed as they always did with birthdays and had brought him in triumph to breakfast, loudly singing Happy Birthday every time he opened his mouth. But after breakfast Sirius had disappeared. He had mumbled something about having to see McGonagall and they hadn’t seen him since. They had all been busy planning his not-surprise-birthday-party, but now the people were there, the music was loud, beer and firewhiskey and snacks were going around, Prongs had been glued to Lily for the past hour and still no trace of the birthday boy. They all knew Sirius loved being fashionably late and making a dramatic entrance, but it was starting to become worrying.

“Do you know where your boyfriend is?” Peter asked.

“Nope. He just told me not to worry,” Remus answered.

Like that had ever stopped him before, Peter thought, rolling his eyes. It was supposed to be a fun night and he really didn’t want to have to take care of an increasingly worrying Remus or worse, a panicking James just because Sirius was late at his own party. Not when Cornelia from Hufflepuff looked breathtaking in that dress and had been smiling at him across the room for three songs now.

The portrait hole opened in that moment and the cheers coming from the people nearest to it told him the star of that night had finally showed up, pun very much intended. He moved away from the wall along with Remus, meeting Sirius in the middle of the room, busy smiling and patting people back.

“Where have you been, Pads?” James asked, after having hugged him for so long Lily had to physically drag him back.

“London,” Sirius grinned. “A little day trip with Minnie.”

They all looked at him, puzzled, and he ran his hands up and down his black leather jacket.

“I’m of age now, so I’ve officially come into the inheritance my uncle Alphard left me,” he said. “And since there was the risk of my parents being at Gringotts to stop me from getting it, Minnie came with me.”

“You got McGonagall as a bodyguard, I don’t know how you did it” Lily shook her head.

“I’ve always said I’m her favourite,” Sirius winked.

“That doesn’t explain how you were gone all day,” Remus said.

“Well, since I was there I decided to gift myself my birthday present,” Sirius shrugged. “And since I was technically in her care, Minnie had to stay there with me.”

“What did you get?” James asked eagerly.

Sirius grinned even wilder and unzipped his leather jacket, before dramatically letting it slide off his shoulders and arms and on the floor. Peter stared. His friend’s chest was covered in tattoos and as Sirius slowly turned around, he saw that his back and arms were as well. There were moon phases around his right wrist, paw prints running around his upper left arm, antlers on the back of his neck, footprints which looked suspiciously like the ones they saw on their Map on his spine, whiskers on his right ribs, a constellation Peter didn’t recognize on his left collarbone, the words WE CAN BE HEROES on his right one, KILLER QUEEN just above the waistband of his jeans on one side, with STARMAN on the other and DRAMATIC just above his navel.

“Those are amazing!” Marlene exclaimed, gaping at them.

“I can’t believe you had McGonagall sit through that,” Dorcas laughed, one arm looped through her girlfriend’s.

“She loved it, at least until I told her I could get her name tattooed on my bicep and then she hit me with a teaspoon.”

“You look so cool, mate,” James said.

“You really do,” Peter agreed.

“I damn well do,” Sirius winked. “What do you think, Moony?”

Peter looked up and had to bite his tongue not to laugh. Remus was frozen by his side, his eyes moving up and down Sirius’s torso and his mouth left open. He didn’t move or answer for such a long time Peter was starting to wonder if he would have to brew some emergency Revive Potion to get his friend functioning again, when Remus finally blinked and finished his glass in one gulp, handing it to James and reaching out to take Sirius’s hand in his.

“I’m sorry, but you’re going to have to wait to blow your candles,” he said, before dragging Sirius away to the stairs.

“Well, something’s definitely getting blown tonight,” Mary said as the door to the dorm slammed shut.

[fictionadventurer]

Cap Garland was strongest and quickest. Inside the window, Laura and Mary and Minnie all watched him throwing the ball and leaping to catch it. He was not as handsome as black-haired Ben, but there was something about him. He was always good-natured and his grin was like a flash of light. It was like the sun coming up at dawn; it changed everything.

- The Long Winter by Laura Ingalls Wilder, passing on a childhood crush to future generations.

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Homeward Bound (number1spongebobfan's style)

Plot: Three iconic toons - Owl, Bugs Bunny, and Minnie Mouse - have to find their way home after getting lost in the wilderness.

Cast:

Owl (Winnie the Pooh) as Shadow

Bugs Bunny (Looney Tunes) as Chance

Minnie Mouse (Disney) as Sassy

Homer Simpson (The Simpsons) as Bob Seaver

Marge Simpson as Laura Seaver

Bart Simpson as Peter Seaver

Lisa Simpson as Hope Seaver

Maggie Simpson as Jamie Seaver

Bird Brain (TUFF Puppy) as The Birdwatcher

Stella (Help! I'm A Fish) as Molly

Stella's Parents (Help! I'm A Fish) as Molly's Family

Loonette the Clown (The Big Comfy Couch) as Kate

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DUDELZ of the Damned | Rosie of the Jungle, Pt. 1

HEY THERE PEOPLE OF TODAY AND ROBOTS OF TOMORROW! IT'S ME, CLARK!

A chill is in the air. You can feel it can't you? Perhaps you even recognize it. That same chill arrives every year right on the dot. With it comes a frightful howl in the moonlight, the only other sound to be heard. Otherwise there is a strange calmness settling around you, like the point of ease before the storm. By now the howling has stopped. It has been replaced by a different sound. Footsteps. Big, heavy, dragging, as if the figure didn't quite know how to use their legs. Perhaps it's a random passerby. Perhaps it's a rotting, frightful feature freshly risen from the grave. Perhaps it's some other, unspeakable horror waiting to pounce! Whatever it is, you're not waiting around to find out! Yet no matter how far you run, it can't be escaped. The chill in the air, the howling of the wind, the heavy footsteps, it all leads back to one thing: October is here! And with it comes the return of the DUDELZ of the Damned!

Yes weirdos, like last year, my approximation of Sketchtober has returned. I call it an proxy because there was no list of prompts. Nah, that'd be too limiting. This is yet another case where I compiled my own list of ideas, sketched them out, then used one color per picture. With all that said, let's see what spoopy scribblings await us today!

Legend says there is an ancient city hidden deep within the jungle of Africa. Many have ventured deep into the wilderness to find it, but seldom have come back successful. Or alive. This fabled city and all of its riches is at risk to becoming lost to time. Unless Rosie Stardust can find it first! Finding herself on Earth-618, the cosmic cutie becomes acquainted with a naval merchant named Paul D'Arnot, who tells her of the infamous civilization the locals call Opar. Never one to shy away from a challenge, or the chance to discover something new, the sentient spacial-anomaly tasks herself with finding the jungle's last hidden treasure. After she dresses for the trip, of course. Luckily this world is still stuck in the late 1800s, meaning she's sporting the trendiest dresses coming out of London. Luckier still, Rosie is able to befriend most creatures she encounters, so the local animals are more than willing to help. One baby baboon quickly grows to liking the Cosmic Cutie.

Needless to say, Rosie has an easier time traversing Africa than Jane Porter did. This sketch idea came about after my friend @burningthrucelluloid watched Tarzan earlier this year. He was providing commentary over on my Discord server and it got me to watch the movie again. I say, as if I needed an excuse. Disney's take on this classic story is easily one of my all-time favorite films. It features amazing animation, a sensational soundtrack, doesn't treat the gorillas like savage monsters, makes its lead hero more compelling than he's ever been, and their version of Jane Porter is hot. She's brainy, competent, managed to teach a man with no English how to speak it fluently in like a week, and voiced by Minnie Driver in her prime. You might think that's why I drew Rosie in this outfit, but really it was the realization that her curious nature and kind spirit would mean she'd get along swimmingly with the cosmic cutie. From there the image of Rosie in Jane's dress refused to leave my mind, so here we are. Actually this was my second attempt at putting this idea on paper. My first draft turned out great, save for Rosie's arms. She was meant to be holding the baboon in awe while the furry rascal looked on in confusion. Upon rewatching the movie it dawned on me that having the monkey draw the lady would be a funny reversal of roles. Either way, happy 25th anniversary to this fantastic film! I hope you all enjoy this sketch. And remember: be kind to baboons. They usually roll with backup.

BONUS QUESTION: Are you a fan of Disney's Tarzan?

MAY THE GLASSES BE WITH YOU!

[cityandking]

3, 19, 52, 71, 81, 89 + minah, narayani, and daichi

thanks!! / 93 fun oc asks

3. What is the meaning behind their name? Do they have any nicknames?

MINAH — according to my favorite naming site behindthename.com, minah is an alternate spelling of mina which means "fish" in sanskrit and "azure" or "enamel" in persian. I picked it cause I saw it in something I was reading and liked it. I don't think she has any nicknames (min? minnie? warden? hey you??). her surname, vo, is made up. NARAYANI — doylist explanation: it's an epithet for the Hindu goddesses Lakshmi and Durga; I chose it because it had the sound/cadence I was looking for and I liked that the associations were with things like beauty and the unattainable. watsonian explanation: it's her clan's pronunciation/spelling of na'alhani ("wild soul" roughly). her nicknames are rani and da'alhani (clan pron. darayani; means little wilderness). her patronymic is iravel after the elder who cared for her as a girl and her clan name is lavellan as per DA canon. DAICHI — daichi's name means "great earth" or "great wisdom" and was the perfect pick for my earth genasi cleric. his nickname is dai but tbh I'm not sure how many people actually use it; I think even the party may tend to full name him. his surname, amelkiir, comes from a name generator and is made up.

19. What is their occupation?

MINAH — grey warden! previously she was a traveling performer and part-time thief (honestly she's still a part-time thief. it's not like the wardens are paying her) NARAYANI — clan hunter/spy turned inquisition agent turned inquisitor turned spy again, only without the clan. rip. DAICHI — .....is demigod an occupation? I guess technically traveling adventurer. previously he was an acolyte and a garrison healer.

52. What is their body type? Are they muscular, chubby, skinny, etc?

MINAH — compact, highly flexible, on the curvy side. excellent shoulders, but not much by way of muscle mass beyond that NARAYANI — small, wiry, all lean muscle. runner's body. exceedingly fast and flexible DAICHI — stout, dense, sort of rectangular. soft tummy, thick thighs, high muscle mass. should be playing rugby

71. How are they with children? Do they have any? Do they want any?

MINAH — minah's fine with kids—she can entertain them for a bit; young audiences are always easily impressed—but she doesn't know what to do with them long-term (teenagers are a little better; she prefers when they can look out for themselves). at one point she was looking forward to having her own, but nowadays she has absolutely no interest in being a mom. NARAYANI — rani has experience caring for (and teaching) the clan's kids, and she's good with them—far more patient and gentle than she is with almost anyone else. she's never had any particular desire for kids of her own. (but if there were a solavellan baby— [I am forcibly removed from the blogging platform]) DAICHI — dai's never had much opportunity to be around kids unless you count the god baby the party helped create. he'd honestly never thought about kids before that but oh boy did the godling awaken something in him. not right now obviously but long term? yeah that man super wants to be a dad. (unfortunately I am not sure his boyfriend wants to be a dad but they've got literally eternity to figure it out so it's fine)

81. Are they bothered by the sight of blood?

MINAH — yes, but only in large or gruesome quantities. a flesh wound doesn't bother her; someone's intestines spilling out bothers her quite a bit. NARAYANI — no, she's an assassin DAICHI — no. he's a healer

89. What is their D&D alignment?

MINAH — true neutral but she trends a little chaotic NARYANI — true neutral DAICHI — neutral good

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Language (s) in Moonbase Theta Out:

English as a language is taking over the world at an alarming rate, most other countries in which English is not the majority language have it as part of their school curriculum, and like math, you can fail the year if you do not pass the subject.

Why? Well, most of your job prospects will be severely impacted if you do not have at least a grasp of it. Though not as “present” as other consequences of USAmerican and England’s hold over the world, language imperialism is still something to worry about.

Like Minnie Degawan, activist of indigenous people’s rights says: “For Indigenous peoples, languages ​​are not only symbols of identity and belonging to a group, but also vehicles for ethical values. They constitute the fabric of the knowledge systems through which these peoples form a whole with the land and are crucial for their survival. The future of their young people depends on them.”

Of course it is not only the English language that is guilty of the linguistic masacre, my own mother tongue: Spanish is equally if not more guilty. And, unlike how I would like to blame the Western Europeans for everything, Hindi, Mandarin Chinese and many more also play their part. Please notice how all of this is backed by Nation-States Agenda of “Linguistic-Ethnic Unity” like Mexico’s “not-white, not indigenous but (light-skin) mestiz@” project that asked for indigenous peoples to exchange their language (and culture) for social integration.

But what does this have to do with a small little podcast called Moon Base Theta Out?

Moonbase Theta Out is a sci-fi audio fiction podcast produced by Monkeyman Productions. It is 2098. The Moonbase program has been determined unprofitable. The last base, Theta, is twenty weeks from being decommissioned. Most of the crew is in stasis awaiting retrieval. Five remain – Roger Bragado-Fischer, Nessa Cheong, Ashwini Ray, Michell L’Anglois, and Wilder. (monkeymanproductions.com)

In Moonbase Theta Out, our current way of organizing the earth in nation-states has fallen out of fashion. Instead we got corporate enclaves run by mega corporations, and if it sounds terrifying it is because it is. There is a saying that goes “english is the language of money” and in a world where neoliberalism has taken over every character is expected to know english from Brazil to North Africa to France.  It is not uncommon for US american media to portray a world in which everyone knows english somehow, but in Moonbase Theta, Out it actually makes sense. 

However, english is not the only language spoken in Moonbase Theta Out, within the constraints of the audio medium (in which subtitles are not possible, and the only way translations can be provided is through transcripts) the podcast manage to include portuguese, french, arabic (don’t ask me which dialect) and even some few words in spanish and bengali. The reason for this linguistic diversity? Because Moonbase, even amidst the cyberpunk hellscape, wants to show a future that is blooming with diversity and love. 

In a small mini-episode showcasing the poems used in the show, writer D.J. Sylvis talks about how poetry is the connecting vehicle between our main-lead Roger Brigado-Fisher and his husband, Alexandre Brigado-Fisher (their relationship also works to tie the events that happen in the moon and earth). I want to extend this sentiment, and argue that language is the way in which several characters expressed their unique relationship.

Alexandre, for example, is Brazilian (go my latin boy!) and a native Portuguese speaker, Roger on the other hand is not but has learned the language, however when he takes a job for the Consortium he is asked to only speak english. His job causes a rift between him and his husband which ends up in a fight, when Alexandre slips into Portuguese, Roger tries to do the same but ends up forgetting the words; just another example of how their relationship is deteriorating because of the corporate overlords.

Then we have Michelle and his sister Maria, both French. They have had a very rough life that led them to security jobs for the Consortium and said jobs have led them apart.

Michelle tries to establish contact with her while knowing that everything he says would be listened to by his boss (and his enemy Roger). He slips into French when in distress, and the only one to calm them is another French speaker, her sister. 

There’s also this very short moment in which Dr. Ashwini Ray has made a friend ze didn’t expect to make and can’t do anything about it because ze is going to the moon in just a few days with hopes of never came back, so ze says a few works in Bangla that ze knows hir friend, Jen Ponton, won’t be able to understand but that anyways, is a subtle way to express hir love for her.

Moonbase Theta Out is far from the only multilingual podcast out there (see: Desperado, MOONFACE, Hi Nay, Dos After You, Monster Dash and Celestial Blood) and I hope we continue to see more. 

I also want to motivate you, reader, if you speak any other language, to write a story with it. The best way to help a tongue live is through the beauty of literature, afterall.

[1000punks]

meet me.

hello, get to know me. 👇🏻 (fanfic masterlist at the bottom!)

name: mephi (they/them)

age: 29

i'm agender, bi and i'm poly; and i love screaming about my husband and my boyfriend. i'm also autistic and disabled. it's fine, lmao.

i old school tumblr- this isn't a dedicated fandom blog or anything, so some interests:

i run a bg3 discord server with @neckromantics as well! join here if you're chill!

ttrpgs: mostly d&d (2e, 3.5e, 5e) and pathfinder

video games: zelda, assassin's creed, ES, baldur's gate 3 (mostly stems from the interest in d&d), fallout

art: i do art, i have art but i haven't posted my art on tumblr as of yet, i do commissions and all that

literature, gender studies and queer theory: the bisexual trinity

folk magic and folklore, and practicing it

k-pop: nct, shinee, exo, super m, tvxq!

vampires- i have a deep investment in the lost boys, that pale elf from that one game, wwdits, iwtv, castlevania, vampire folklore... throw a stake at it, i probably like it

the crow (1993) starring brandon lee

mcr i ran a dedicated mcr blog back in ye olden tumblr

supernatural unfortunately

writing: i can't be sure i'm very good but some people like the things i write so that's fine by me

vanity tags.

.txt: me chatting shit

.jpeg: photos i post

"fic: xyz" : my writing

"oc: xyz" my original characters

others ocs: other people's original characters

baldur's gays: bg3

i'm all pointy ears: astarion

sympathy for the devil: raphael

your favorite incubus: haarlep

bloodweave: two old gays, one is an elf and one is a wizard

hey hot stuff: karlach

the blade stands at the ready: my guy wyll

one with the weave: hello i'm gale

i am fury i am death: lae'zel

wits and blades: shadowheart

release the bats: anything vampire-y or goth of center

speak friend: LOTR

warded bond: destiel ffs

synth.mp4: 80s and synthwave-y of center stuff

let's vapor these waves: vaporwave

k-pop biases: mmmh (jongin), minnie (taemin), bubu (taeyong), man this is sweet (mark lee), fighting heyadwae (lucas wong), we are need coffee (yuta), not my problem (johnny) and yes i'm allowed four biases if nct has 23 members

i wanna be in the sequel: dedicated scream (1996) tag

the santa clara diet: dedicated lost boys (1987) tag

nothing is trivial: dedicated the crow (1993) tag

did i mention i'm autistic? no? you probably figured that out if you got all the way down here

FANFIC MASTERLIST.

bonding. (Astarion x named!Tav)

Of Paradise For Hell (Raphael x Haarlep x named!Tav)

A Wilderness Of Sweets (Raphael x named!Tav)

⚪ all of the banners, dividers and graphics i use in my fanfic posts are by @saradika-graphics! please check out her blog!

[abelas]

was tagged by @nadineross​ - @benningsthing​ - @chloefrazer​ to do this picrew ♡ thank you lovelies ♡ tagging @aelyosos, @inquisitor-julia @noonfaerie @denerims & anyone else!!

in order: elodie wilder from twc | minnie hawke from da2 | niraena lavellan from da:i | petra shepard from me | clover fox from fh | safiyya grey from fo4

[homosexualmorelikehomiesexual]

lone minnie mouse spotted peter griffin death posing behind the sliced white bread. beautiful sights here in the wilderness of walmart

[ohhkaty]

Record collecting is an expensive hobby but it also honestly brings me so much joy. There’s still so much I want to buy and will buy (tbh) but I keep going to record sales and not remembering what I own and almost buying doubles of the same album, so that’s why this list exists. But I also saw folks publishing their lists earlier and I love seeing what people have in their collections (truly I’d love to see yours if you wanted to post it!) If you ever want to talk records or music I’m your gal ♡ 

A Abba - Super Trouper - Voulez Vous - Greatest Hits Vol. 2 The Animals - The Best Of The Animals Arcade fire - Everything Now Arlo Parks - Collapsed In Sunbeams Aqua - Aquarium

B Bleachers  - Bleachers MTV Unplugged  - Take the sadness out of Saturday night  Beyonce - Lemonade - Renaissance Billie Eilish - Happier Than Ever  Barenaked ladies  - Original Hits  Bo Burnham - Inside  Bob Seger - Stranger In Town Billy Joel - 52 Street - The Stranger - Glass Houses - An Innocent Man The Beatles - Help - Yesterday and Today - Abbey Road  - Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band

C Carly Rae Jepsen - Dedicated - The Loneliest Time Cat Stevens -Tea for the Tillerman Creedence Clearwater Revival - Chronicle Vol. 1 Cheap Trick - At Budokan

D Dirty Honey  - Dirty Honey Dodie  - build a problem  Dua Lipa - Future Nostalgia  Dee Gees - Hail Satin  David Bowie - Legacy (The Very Best Of David Bowie) Dolly Parton  - Greatest Hits  Diana Ross - Swept Away - Summer 

E Elvis Presley  - The Essential Elvis  Ella Fitzgerald and Louis Armstrong - Ella and Louis  Etta James  - At Last  Edith Piaf  - The great Edith Piaf  Elton John - Greatest Hits  - Greatest Hits Vol. 2  - Captain Fantastic  - Honky Château  - Here and There 

F Fleet Foxes - Fleet Foxes  Florence and the Machine  - Lungs  - Dance Fever  Frank Ocean  - Channel Orange (yes this is a boot) Fun  - Some Nights  Fleetwood Mac - Rumours - Tango In The Night - The Dance

G Greta Van Fleet  - From the Fires  - Anthem of the Peaceful Army  - The Battle at Garden’s Gate  George Ezra  - Gold rush kid  Grateful Dead  - American beauty Genesis  - Invisible touch  The Guess Who - The Best Of The Guess Who 

H Haim - Forever EP - Days Are Gone - Something To Tell You - Women in Music III Harry Styles - Harry Styles  - Fine Line - Harry’s House Hozier - Hozier - Wasteland, Baby! Hall & Oates - Rock 'n Soul Part 1

J Jill Barber - Chances Jeff Goldblum and The Mildred Snitzer Orchestra - The Capitol Studios Sessions Jeff Lynne’s ELO - Alone In The Universe Joni Mitchell - Blue Jimi Hendrix - Are You Experienced Janis Joplin - Greatest Hits - Pearl Jefferson Airplane -Surrealistic Pillow Jethro Tull - Stand Up Janet Jackson - Control 

K Kacey Musgraves - Golden Hour - Star-Crossed  Khruangbin and Leon Bridges - Texas Sun - Texas Moon Kate bush - Hounds Of Love Kansas - Leftoverture

L Lorde - Melodrama - Solar Power The Lumineers - The Lumineers - Cleopatra Lizzo -Coconut Oil - Cuz I Love You Lauryn Hill - The Miseducation of Lauryn Hill Lana Del Rey - Born To Die Led Zeppelin - In Through The Out Door 

M Maggie Rogers - Surrender Mother Mother - Dance And Cry Mumford and Sons - Wilder Mind Mika - Life In Cartoon Motion Matty Matheson - A Cookbook (yes this is a real cookbook, it comes with a zine!) Marina And The Diamonds -Electra Heart Minnie Riperton - Les Fleurs: The Minnie Riperton Anthology Meatloaf - Bat Out Of Hell Mr mister - Welcome To The Real World 

N Nathaniel Rateliff & the Night Sweats - Nathaniel Rateliff & the Night Sweats The National - Boxer Nico - Chelsea Girl Neil Young - Harvest Moon Neil Diamond - Live At The Troubadour 

O Orville Peck - Pony - Show Pony Orla Gartland - Women on the Internet Olivia Rodrigo  - Sour 

P Phoebe Bridgers - Stranger in the Alps  Paramore  - After Laughter  Prince - Purple rain  The Mamas & the Papas - The Papas & the Mamas The Police - Zenyatta Mondatta Paul Simon - There Goes Rhyming Simon - Graceland  Pat Benatar - Crimes of Passions 

Q Queen - Greatest Hits

R The Regrettes - Feel Your Feelings Fool - How Do You Love - Further Joy Ramones  - Ramones 

S The Sheepdogs  - Live At Lees  Spice Girls  - Spice  The Strokes  - Angles 

The Struts  - Strange Days 

Silk Sonic  - An Evening with Silk Sonic 

Simon and Garfunkel  - Bridge Over Troubled Water 

T Taylor swift  - Lover  - Folklore  - Evermore  - Midnights  Trixie Mattel  - Two Birds/One Stone - Barbara  Twin shadow  - Eclipse  - Twin Shadow Tears for fears  - Songs From The Big Chair  Toto - Toto IV Toronto  - Get It On Credit  Talking Heads  - Remain in light 

W Whitney Houston - Whitney  - Whitney Houston 

Y Yola - Walk Through The Fire - Stand For Myself Years and Years - Palo Santo

Z The Zombies - Odessey and Oracle - Oddities and Orcales  

123 The 1975 - The 1975 - Being Funny In A Foreign Language

Movie Soundtracks - Labyrinth - The Virgin Suicides - Eternal Sunshine of - School Of Rock - Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind - Promising Young Women - Josie and the Pussycats  - Almost Famous -Rocky Horror Picture Show - Up - Space Jam  - Little Shop of Horrors  - Grease - Saturday Night Fever - Xanadu  - Ghostbusters - St. Elmo’s Fire

Television Soundtracks - The Chilling Adventures of Sabrina - Stranger Things Vol 1/2 - Stranger Things Vol 3 - Euphoria Season 2 - Steven Universe 

Musicals - In the Heights - Hair

[morgancllarke]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Disney Vintage Fort Wilderness Sweatshirt Size Youth Medium.