#nine is gold

[ihaveahipsterurl]

Play this on and it takes you to San Andreas cruizing in a convertible with 5 cops behind you

[lt-kaollumn]

reading ds9 comic “fools gold” and have collected all the times the artists drew odo in the background. now for your viewing pleasure: tiny odo

[halfdeadhalfpaniced]

Another shitty boyfriend for macaque add him to the list

“The list” If anyone was wondering is my list of macaque ships I’ve seen aka please get better taste macaque you are red flag color blind.

In no particular order

Peng

Mayor

Wukong

Nine headed demon ( I know it’s coming)

Azure

Erlang

The Spider boys ( huntsman syntax and Goliath separately or at the same time the second has more spice)( added later I forgot them oops)

Anyone who had authority over him while he was dead kings torturers ect i think it can be one category

I recognize that some of these might not be considered shitty but they’re definitely unhealthy relationships.

[trueloveistreacherous]

MARELLA'S 12TH TUMBLR ANNIVERSARY CELEBRATION special gifset for @jakeyp 🎁 @pscentral event 25: seasons

Wait, so you heroically fought off three guys and that put you in a bad mood? If I did that, I would literally write a song about myself.

[evviejo]

"well, the premonition i'm having is us, old, and we sit on park benches, tripping teenagers on floaty things with our canes." "i'm better at it than you." "of course."

[jone-slugger]

One thing that really surprised me about Star Trek is just how funny it is!

People had told me about great philosophical questions, horrible episodes that are so bad they are good, etc.

But nobody had told me of all the comedy there is!

[stalkedbytrains]

We call with the seven for the magic circle to...

The autumn night was very cold and very blustery. It was a perfect autumn day if it wasn't so damn frigid.

June had been dreading the text that was coming all day. She knew it was. She knew what day it was. It seemed like everything in the world had gone out of it's way to remind her that today was October 6th.

Finally the dreaded text came.

"Olivia finally found a sitter. We're meeting at 8pm tonight."

The last text from Lauren was from exactly one year ago, it was almost the same thing. And again from the year before and the year before that.

June never replied.

Now well into her 30's June friends often sent texts that were less demanding or certain. More along the lines of 'hey we're thinking of maybe hitting up a happy hour sometime next week? when can you make it?!"

But this meeting. Tonight was mandatory. It was as required as any ritual.

Everyone must attend.

She wished they could let the dead ghosts rest and banish them to leave her in peace.

But she'd felt the creeping cold, the claws at her back all day. She knew what day it was before she even woke up in the morning after fitful sleep and terrible nightmares.

No matter how scalding the shower was, how busy and demanding the job was, she would not be warm until the 7th.

June couldn't forget.

It was October 6th.

That night, after the sun had set, June set out to meet with her five other friends.

Well, to be perfectly frank, to call them friends now was nothing short of a misnomer. They were acquaintances at best. They had been friends, once. But no longer.

Not for years.

But they still had to meet every year on the same day. Every year for the last seventeen years.

June walked into the darkness of the forest preserve.

The girls all used to wander deep into the woods, as far as they dared away from the civilization and the safety of the parking lot.

Not anymore.

They were all older and more careful and lazier.

It was barely thirty feet into the woods, the lights of the parking lot could still be easily seen.

Hell, this year they had it set up on a picnic bench.

June was thankful, she didn't want to sit on the ground, her knees were already sore from this long, cold day.

This year was colder than all the others. It seemed that every year for the last seventeen years October 6th was setting records for the coldest day on record.

June, as always, was the last of the girls to arrive.

She took the open seat.

There were a smatterings of quiet greetings.

No one wanted to be here. They wanted this over and done with so they could leave and be on their way to somewhere else, back to their lives.

Lauren pulled out the chalk from her large purse.

"Everyone ready?" she asked as a courtesy. She didn't wait for a response and was already drawing the magic circle.

No one answered. It was the sixteenth time they've gathered to do this, they knew the ritual very well.

As Lauren sketched the circle and the patterns and the runes, each woman took out their candles. Each had prepared their candles according to the old rules and placed them at the indicated portion of the circle, with one space absent at the head of the table.

Three women on each side of the table. Six candles.

One empty space.

"Alright, done," Lauren said without need.

There was a collective intake of breath as the women prepared themselves.

Lauren as always started the ritual. She let her candle with the tiny extension of what small reservoir of magic she had left.

"With this magic and this meeting there is one for the light."

June instantly felt the temperature drop. She felt the shadows grow.

Olivia went next and let her candle with a snap of magic, causing the light to flare and burn brilliant for just a split moment before settling into a soft, cold, light. "With this candle and these gathered there are two for the sight."

The darkness grew by another large measure. Another snap of cold and wind rustled the dying leaves on the trees.

June's heart was in her throat. Something felt different this time.

But she couldn't stop the ritual. Better to get it over and done with as fast as possible.

She snapped her finger and lit her candle. Her candle didn't burn nearly as bright, nor flare as big.

"With this circle and this pattern there are three for the Night."

She had to choke out the last word. It felt like she was trying to push out a word as a physical object from where it lodged inside her throat. It hurt to physically say.

Sweat beaded her forehead as the ritual continued despite the fact that she could no longer see the lights from the parking lot. They should have been so close, but they were miles away now, distant pinpricks in the dark forest.

Her breath misted in front of her as the temperature dropped again.

She was shaking, both from the cold and because of the other thing.

Jessica was next. She lit her candle, but she grimaced as she did so, almost like the act physically hurt her.

"We call with four for the silver," she said as she dropped a small silver coin into the middle of the magic pattern Lauren had drawn.

The coin smashed into the table with a loud thud. It didn't bounce or move. It was like it was magnetically pulled right to the center.

The area was totally dark now. The only light came from the four lit candles. June could see the breath of the other women. All coming out in shallow clouds, all at the same time.

She swore she saw something moving in the pitch black forest behind the girls on the other side of the table.

She couldn't move. She couldn't say anything.

Too quickly, without stopping or realizing what was happening, Fiona went next. She lit her candle and it barely burned.

Her hands were shaking with the cold.

She dropped a gold coin that slammed into the table, denting it as she said, "And five for the gold."

June swore she heard another voice speaking in tandem with Fiona. Somewhere at the head of the table where... no...

She tried to move, to do something, to call out, to stop Rachel from saying the next part.

But the candle was already lit. This time blazing high and bright like a railroad flare.

June swore she saw a dark figure standing behind Rachel.

Her mouth was frozen shut, from fear, from the cold, from the other thing in the back staring at her over Rachel's shoulder.

Two voices this time. "We call with the six for the secrets, never to be told."

For the last sixteen rituals, this is where it would have ended. This is where it should have ended. But this wasn't like the last sixteen. This was like the first one.

This one was the real magic. The Deep Magic. The Old things that they never should have meddled with.

The darkness should have snapped away. The candles should have gone out. The parking lot should have beckoned sweetly. Home and safety.

When the ritual was not completed because their seventh had been missing these last seventeen years, it should have ended.

Then the voice spoke from the entity that was hiding in the shadows.

"We call with the seven for this magic circle to," it said with a slow, deliberate tone. There was a harshness there, a rawness, like a voice after a concert of delightful yelling, but worse. "Hold," the voice finally finished.

The ritual was close to being completed. For the first time in years.

"NO!" June yelled, but she was too late. She couldn't move fast enough. She couldn't stop the last candle from being lit.

What looked like the edge of a knife reflected the soft candle light as the seventh candle materialized and was lit with a cold blue flame.

The paralysis that took over all six women finally broke as the darkness retreated slightly.

Standing at the head of the table, dressed in something that June could only think of as a battle nun outfit (some kind of form fitting black habit, pieces of steel or iron armor clinging to arms and chest and head) was a worn, scarred, and tired looking, much older Natalie.

"Sisters," she said in her worn voice, with a smile that had no warmth, "so good to see you again. Thank you for joining me."

Olivia was the first to recover. "Natalie! You're alive!"

She moved to get up and presumably hug their long lost friend, but Natalie moved a single finger and Olivia was slammed back into her seat with an overwhelming force of Natalie's magic.

"This is not a happy reunion for you," Natalie said as she reached behind her to produce some object from the darkness.

She dropped a black mass of something on the table in the middle of the circle, on top of the silver and gold.

After a moment, the candle light illuminated a grotesque form, the severed head of some kind of horrible amalgamation of goat, man, lizard, and bird.

"One of you sold me to this demon, the Lord of the Frozen Wastes, Farimelligion. Unfortunately for you, I did not die. I fought off my captors for these long years. My powers grew and grew until I was able to slay him and free myself from your spell. I intend to find out, exactly, betrayed me. And I will collect my pound of flesh."

To illustrate her point, she dropped the sword she was carrying, a cracked and bitter looking silver blade covered in frost and radiating cold.

"I regret to tell you that forgiveness was something that was taken from me out there. There is no repenting. But I will spare anyone who turns on their sister like they turned on me."

i have a kofi

[catgirljaneway]

Year of Hell Family Dinner

Voy + Textposts 5

(Voy + Textposts 4) - (Voy + Textposts 6)

[quitealotofsodapop]

Speaking of family is the rest of Macaque's sworn family gonna be just as pissed at Macaque like Iron Fan in this version of century egg?

In short; YES.

Tieshan is quick to try to kill Macaque when she sees him next.

The rest of his sworn family are just as angry at him.

Whilst Chang'e may forgive Macaque for not knowing about the First Egg when he did, she is certainly grilling him for going on the offensive instead of actually talking it out with Wukong on the Journey. All Macaque ended up doing by trying to hijack the Journey is separate him from Wukong for over 13 centuries, and leaving him with breaks in his heart that are unlikely to heal.

Jiuweihuli only let Macaque crash on her couch because by Buddha she thought she lost her son when he had died. The knowledge that he was responsible for the loss of Wukong's First Egg was tragic sure, but the Vixen could sense that her protégé wouldn't have done something so stupid had he had known of the pregnancy. When she learns that he's willing to bind himself with the Circlet just to have a fighting chance to say he's sorry, the old fox is quick to rush over and embrace him. The fact that Wukong is technically her son-in-law unnerves her a bit - he did kill her, her boys and brother once on the Journey. But she's quick to enter Grandmama-mode when she realises that Macaque only gathered the power to come back because he learned of the Second Egg! Wukong tries to tell the Vixen it's no big-deal, but he doesn't turn away the peach offerings of apricots and baby clothes she leaves on FFM for him.

And since a certain white celestial fox used to roll with a certain tigress, the reunion after the coup is a bit surprising.

Jiuweihuli: "Xī Hǔ!" Xiwangmu: "Bái Hú!!"

The two ancient women are ecstatic to see one another again, their sisterly friendship torn by the chaos caused by Su Daji during the Investiture Crisis. This fact may soften Xiwangmu's opinion of Macaque just a little, but she's still a woman that keeps a grudge.

Xiwangmu: "But darling, why are you here now of all times?" Jiuweihuli: "I heard that my idiot sworn son did something stupid again, and nearly died taking care of that Bone Demon he brokered with." Xiwangmu: "Wait you don't mean-?!" Jin & Yin: (*pop into the scene holding Macaque like he's been captured*) "Hi mum!" "We found 'im!" Macaque: "Hello madam." Xiwangmu, gasping with delight/disbelief: "No!" Jiuweihuli: "I know! After all that horridness he did during the Journey, somehow he nearly outdid himself by getting revived by that demoness. I mean really, son? I knew some very good necromancers that could have solved the whole issue if you had asked." Macaque: "Hard to do when I was in a pitch-black infernal void." Xiwangmu: "Don't talk back to your mother, mister. Son-in-law or not, if you even say a cross word about my grandson again, you'll be cleaning the imperial toilets for the rest of eternity!" Jiuweihuli: "Grandson?" Xiwangmu: "It's a very long story, dear. You must stay for tea so I can explain everything." Jiuweihuli: "Of course! I already intended to stay a while so I could see my son-in-law! I brought plenty of goodies for the new kit." (*turns to the twins*) "Boys, untie your brother." Jin & Yin: (*disappointed groans*) "Never get to have fun."

The twins really want to beat up Macaque, but they settle for harassing and pranking him for now. Especially when knowledge of Macaque's own twin eggs gets out - Jin and Yin were messing around in Lao Tzu's office when they found the super-confidential paperwork of their bro's vitals taken after LBD's defeat.

[kastalani123]

Consider:

Leo Valdez was not born. Instead, two pairs of hands form him from bronze and steel and gold. His hair is copper wires so thin they bounce like natural curls, and his eyes glimmer with silver flakes. The joints of his body are plated so delicately, so perfectly, the segments are near indiscernible, smoothly gliding over each other. Faint traces of fingerprints and flecks of impurity are deliberately left behind for their uniqueness, a form of impossible signature of his creators.

Most importantly, gilded bars curl around each other in his chest, protecting the red-red-red flame that pushes his eyes open everyday, that beats in tune with his thoughts, that heats his body to expand and grow.

A metal child is not so different from a human one, and yet is so far from it at the same time. He is curious, about the world, about himself, and he picks apart toys and TV remotes and his arms, spilling their secrets before his constantly shifting eyes. He does not cry from fatigue or thirst or hunger, but a bump, a dent, a scratch never fail to draw tears. He splashes in the rain and snow, carefully bundled in waterproof coats and jackets, and runs from baths like he's possessed, fire flickering in fear.

The first time he meets someone like him, an endeavour he had long thought hopeless, it is a malfunctioning dragon others call for the death of; he is too unpredictable, too dangerous, too broken. Leo looks him in ever-shifting eyes glimmering with silver and sees himself if the cage in his chest ever bends, cracks, shatters, if the gears beneath his skin ever jam and stick and wear down irreversibly.

It is not golden flowers and godly aid that preserve him; just as he'd done for his twin-in-all-but-appearance, he creates a new body, with new fingerprints and impurities mapping his design. His hair is more bronze than copper, now, and his eyes more gold than brass. The plates of his joints scrape against each other faintly, and the gears of his bones grind together uncomfortably — he only had so much time, so much material to use, he could not polish every element of himself in the way he wished, but it holds together.

Most importantly, he reinforces the cage in his chest, coats it in layers upon layers of metal, to ensure his flame will not go out in the explosion, that Festus will be able to salvage it and lay it gently in the chest cavity carefully carved in his new body, bringing it to life.

He returns to Camp, movements more clunky and mechanical than should be, and his siblings finally pin down his segmented limbs, his shifting eyes, his clicking fidgeting. They are ecstatic, just as fascinated with him as they had been with Festus, and he lets them. He lets them take him apart, piece by piece, clean out the sand of Ogygia from his organs, polish and oil his gears until they glide against each other, press new fingerprints, new signatures of belonging, against his skin.

Most importantly, they craft him a secure, intricate cage, with golden flames licking up the bars, with delicate chains shielding it from the elements, and his flame settles inside it, flickering happily, finally truly, truly comfortable in the cage of his body.

Leo Valdez may not have been born, but he was crafted with the most loving hands imaginable, and is that not so much better, for a son of the Craftsman?

[piyo13sdoodles]

day 5 on chapter 15 of Hands of the Emperor:

He played until the full moon sailed high above them, his last song one of the endless longing of a poet who had fallen in love with the Moon. [...] "It is nearly the eclipse," his Radiancy said in a quiet voice, and Cliopher realized that he probably knew its coming far more intimately than any of them.

[ourladyofomega]

The Cure: “Burn”

Machines Of Loving Grace: “Golgotha Tenement Blues”

Stone Temple Pilots: “Big Empty”

Nine Inch Nails: “Dead Souls”

Rage Against The Machine: “Darkness”

Violent Femmes: “Color Me Once”

Rollins Band: “Ghostrider”

Helmet: “Milktoast”

Pantera: “The Badge”

For Love Not Lisa: “Slip Slide Melting”

My Life With The Thrill Kill Kult: “After The Flesh (Nervous Xtians)”

The Jesus And Mary Chain: “Snakedriver”

Medicine: “Time Baby III”

Jane Siberry: “It Can't Rain All The Time”

[ratiosilence]

i spent too long suffering on this not to upload it/SILLY

also no spray paint ver below!

[darkfluffydragon]

@mercy-love-joy WHEN I GET YOU MERCYKASJBDSKAJBAKBWWQE *CRIES* /pos

[flickering-nightfall]

i am going to scream

[aggressiveguitarnoises]