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CAMFOUR ANNOUNCES EXPANSION OF EXCLUSIVE NAA PUG SERIES

Camfour has announced the expansion of their exclusive line of North American Arm Pugs. Camfour states “Camfour Expands Their Exclusives Line with New NAA Pugs – The Good, The Bad & The Ugly These exciting new revolvers from NAA feature various color schemes, pearl grips, and ‘The Good’, ‘The Bad’ and ‘The Ugly’ engraving. These new revolvers are sure to turn heads in your display case and are…

[novankenn]

Triple A (Anti-Aura-Ammo)

Jaune was just having a miserable day. Another loss in combat class against Cardin. He had failed his history exam by a single point, even though he crammed for like a week straight. Of he couldn't forget stubbing his toe this morning, nor could he look past the argument he had with his team during supper.

It was a stupid one, a petty one, and for the life of him he couldn't even recall what it was about, or what had started it. All he could remember was he was in a bad mood from the get go of today and nothing improved it.

So he walked away, before things could get worse. Saying he needed to cool off. Which was exactly what he was planning to do. Standing in the locker room he opened his locker and pulled out two black hard-sided pistol sized gun cases. Closing his locker he walked out heading straight for the shooting range.

Attendant: Doing more testing Jaune?

Jaune: Yeah. My sister sent some more rounds. Figured might as well get it out of the way. Lane 13 still set?

Attendant: It's just the way you left it set.

Jaune: Thanks for all the help. You sure there's nothing I can do to repay the assistance?

Attendant: Well... I shouldn't.

Jaune: What's up?

Attendant: I was trying to restore my grandfathers Wingman B1,

Jaune: Oh. That's a classic. Restoring it?

Attendant: My brother wasn't as... respectful as I am. He kind of left it sitting in the garage attic for ten years.

Jaune: Ow. How's it going?

Attendant: Slow. I'm having serious problems finding any reputable and affordable part suppliers. The frame is good as are the cylinders, it's some of the internals.

Jaune: Have you tried Customer Support with the ADC?

Attendant: I did. But the parts are a little out of budget.

Jaune: Get me the serial number, and the exact model number, and a list of the most needed internals. I'll see if I can help you out.

Attendant: No man. You can't. I appreciate it, but I can't. I'm just doing my job here.

Jaune: Not doing this because of your job, or as a thank you for ALL of the help you've given me.

Attendant: You're not?

Jaune: Nope. You're an enthusiast trying to restore a historical firearm. Least I can do is to assist a fell enthusiast.

Attendant: You're serious?

Jaune: No question. You'll still have to source some of the parts yourself, but I'm sure I can get my hands on some of the more... rare components. Deal?

Attendant: Deal.

Waving, Jaune moved off and walked down the line of firing lanes until he reached the last one. Lane 13. Setting the pair of cases down on the table behind the bench, Jaune turned and looked out over the lane. Everything was still set. Pulling out a set of ear pugs, he inserted them, before placing on a pair of ADC's specialized HUD enabled shooting glasses.

He took his time setting up as he opened each case to extract the contents. On the bench before him he lay a robust looking revolver and several modular attachments, along with multiple speed loaders, with rather unique looks and markings.

Pulling out his scroll he opened the voice memo application and set it down on the bench. With a touch of his finger he activated the app, while attaching the additional components to his revolver.

Jaune: Okay, so Jade I did receive you shipment. I currently have on the bench before me 24 of ADC's experimental BlackHole Rounds.

Jaune picked up on of the speed-loaders and inserted 6 of the bullets into his weapon.

Jaune: As indicated by Jade these are Mark III versions. The ratio of gravity-dust to fire-dust mixture is 01 : 12. The 50 gram payload is jacketed with 175 gram lead-ceramic alloy. In lab testing has shown that this ratio to provide a tighter more focused discharge.

Making his weapon ready Jaune, pressed the collapsible buttstock into his shoulder and gripped the vertical foregrip mounted under the 30 cm muzzle extension. He sighted down the weapon, aiming for the center mass of a hanging metal plate situated against a specialized synthetic torso.

Jaune: RANGE IS HOT!

[lilisette]

bit of a roster update since its almost the end of the year! my roster has changed a lot since and many characters have come and gone. hopefully next year i will actually make up my mind and really finalize my main 6 🫠

from top to bottom, left to right:

Aurelian (Paladin) | Selaena (Souleater)

Endymion (Berserker) | Inaenna (Slayer)

Calibourne (Paladin) | Celestina (Bard)

rip arcana, summoner, artist, destroyer, sorceress and so many other classes i deleted/benched... i will come back to you one day...

also main 6 roster evolution for this year, watch me change again with breaker under the cut 👀

i wanted to do a 5 support 1 dps gold roster at the start of the year but yeah. artist came and nuked that idea to the ground lmao. those few months were truly hell to pug on a support

this was i think a few weeks before elgacia? i had an artist prior to this screenshot actually, but she never made it to the main 6 because i didn't like her sprinkle skill and no space to take DR skill. but with the new changes coming on january i might give artist a shot again.

oh destroyer. hes so much fun to play but way too slow for me. i still do guardians on him though and hitting perfect swing is truly chefs kiss

theres a 5 month gap between this screenshot and the second one. summoner on paper is great but playing her was pure SUFFERING. idk not even the massive january buff + season 3 bozos jar can change my mind now, she felt way waaaaay too slow on MS and i dont like CO so... rip 1540 summoner i might come back to you if smilegate reworks the class again..

ngl i made a random dps just to do t3 tower cause there was nooooo way i was gonna do it on a support. originally i wanted to make a pistoleer but then i saw i need to use cursed doll and i HATE cursed doll, so i picked berserker instead. mayehm zerk is pretty fun actually and very consistent despite the negative sentiment around him.

ooh boy souleater. i dropped my first ever character (sorceress) for her and she did NOT disappoint! they were not joking when they said souleater is just a better igniter. sorceress is still nice to play dont get me wrong but souleater numbers man... its getting to me...

and heres the most recent one. rip arcana and my MC for so many of my fics... arcana is also amazing and i pull my own weight on raids dont get me wrong, its just that i have no hands to play her to the best of her ability lmao. plus the damage numbers on souleater is really getting to me, hence slayer. still not sure which engraving i want to do on her, i might actually buy 2 sets of accessories for her so i can switch whenever.

this will be my main 6 roster until maybe breaker? also not sure if want to make him yet. but definitely until smilegate announces a male mage/male delain/female paladin. also a sage class would be cool, be it dps or support. the voldis sages are great and i hope theres more lore/content about them yes i want to see mariu again dont judge me

[winnifredburkle]

adore smashing pumps

Please know I’m taking this opportunity to listen to the whole album

1. Crestfallen

2. To Shiela

3. Behold! The Night Mare

4. 17 (if it counts??? I know it’s a baby sound bite but it’s creepy and I like it)

5. Perfect

6. Blank Page

7. Shame

8. Tear

9. For Martha

10. Annie-Dog

11. Ava Adore

12. A Tale of Dusty and Pistol Pete

13. Pug

14. Appels + Oranjes

15. Once Upon A Time

16. Daphne Descends

[sacrisaint]

Anything good in her was gone , at least hidden , she felt the power still of the combined Angelic and Demonic essence inside her, but the light of her grace had faded too much , Her demon side had surfaced and won, The last time Meg was like this she decimated Villages , Caused natural disasters , nothing would get in her way, she took vessel upon vessel burning them up and using them dry before moving on. but she knew something better to do, and after weeks she reappeared at Sonny's Roadhouse, oh the things she planned to do to her , a part of he conscious was fighting of course and it nearly won teleporting her away from the place for a moment but the demonic side regained control and she came back, That ugly little pug was outside of the doorway it walked up to meg knowing her , She flashed her black eyes and it whimpered and scampered off causing a wide smirk on her face, but a ache in her heart which she ignored, She cracked her neck side to side ready to put on her best performance but realized there was a little bit of a problem about how she was going to enter now, she didn't have enough angel in her to pass a devils trap, with a curse she looked around before walking around to the back, she pushed open the door but felt the invisible barrier she knew that the hunters inside would start a riot if she caused any effort to break the magic. She waited int he shadows for all the hunters inside to leave, waited until it was deep into the night and then approached the back door her eyes pooling black as she focused on it the windows breaking and the floorboards cracking breaking the devils trap seal, she walked through the threshold and made her way to the bar grabbing herself a drink with not a single worry in the world, she drank the beer down and sighed realizing one of the regulars was still in the back half drunk but stalking towards her as he obviously saw her break in, he drew an old cocked pistol and shot it at her , Meg blinked a few times feeling the silver bullet pierce her chest. "OW" she mouthed angrily, she should kill him she wanted to kill him but what fun would that be? it'd give her away immediately and she wanted to torture Sonny emotionally as well as Psychically. She pulled the bullet out of her chest and dropped it to the ground , walking over to the drunk man swiftly before he could react punching him hard knocking him out cold on the ground and kicking the gun away out of his hand she realized the evidence of the door would be a give away so she quickly ran over to it closed up and barged her body through it , glass imbedding itself into her skin as the door fell down, it was close enough to the man that it could look like he threw her through the door so she laid on the wood and groaned loudly putting on a show... all the while she could see herself in her mind but she couldn't stop it, she was going to do heinous things to the woman she loved and she couldn't do a thing...

everything  in  her  was  ready  to  fight.  to  take  down  whatever  demon  that  tries  to  get  to  meg.  but  there  was  no  way  that  she  was  leaving  her  here  alone.  she  made  it  this  far,  they  can  leave.  they  can  make  it.  they  have  to  make  it.  just  gripping  onto  her,  as  if  she  was  the  only  thing  holding  her  up.  however,  it  all  came  to  a  halt  when  meg  called  her  by  her  name.  her  government  name.

"meg,  what  are  you-  we  have  to  go-"  sonny  tried  as  she  looked  at  the  demon  that  was  battered  and  bruised.  something  was  off.  completely  off.  something  that  she  has  never  seen  in  meg's  eyes  before.  not  with  how  long  she  has  known  her.  there  was  fear.  but  fear  of  what?  bloodied  hands  on  her  face,  confusion  in  sonny's  eyes  as  she  didn't  understand  what  was  happening  in  that  moment.  then  the  words  came  that  was  followed  with  a  forehead  kiss.  meg  was  going  to  sacrifice  herself.

"wait,  no!  meg,  you  are  not  going  to  sacrifice  yourself!  we  can  make  it!  we-"  sonny  was  desperate  to  find  any  words  to  change  the  demon's  mind.  to  get  meg  to  go  with  her  so  she  can  patch  her  up.  they  can  make  it.  meg  will  be  okay.  meg  will  be  alive  with  her.  panic  was  so  evident  in  sonny's  eyes.  shaking  her  head  that  was  held  in  meg's  hands.  "meg,  please  don't."  she  tried  to  beg.

my  sunflower.  eyes  now  glowing  a  bright  blue.

"meg  no-!"

suddenly  she  was  back  in  the  empty  safehouse.  it  was  too  late.  her  chest  rising  and  falling  almost  rapidly.  her  breath  heavy  as  brown  hues  were  now  filled  with  tears.  her  body  beginning  to  shake  until  she  threw  the  first  thing  she  grabbed.  "dammit!!"  her  voice  coming  out  in  a  cry  as  she  slammed  her  fists  against  the  table.  her  body  now  shaking  with  sobs  as  the  tears  began  to  spill.  there  was  so  much  unspoken.  so  many  things  that  sonny  never  got  to  say.  now  she'll  never  get  to.  with  another  wave  of  anger,  she  kicked  the  table  to  knock  over  and  she  collapsed  onto  the  floor.  sobbing  into  her  hands  as  she  began  to  mourn  the  loss  of  what  could  have  been. 

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hey guyss my sleep broke at 7 am and i created this. enjoy.

Bucci gang: Are they a Dog or Cat person?

Bucciarati

- While he doesn't have a strong preference, Bucciarati is more likely to have a cat than dog. Mostly because he's busy being a mom and doesn't have time to take care of a pet sometimes.

- He would get an intelligent self-sufficient breed like a Siamese. Oh he'd also adopt his cat from a rescue shelter.

- He would let the cat would play his golden hair pieces.

- He'd name his cat "Bella" c:

Giorno

- Giorno may be a cat person. He'd get a very cute dog though like a Labrador Retriever to distract women. Once they're distracted he'd steal their money LOL

- As a don he'd totally get a super pretty cat to match his very cool black suit look. Perhaps a Persian cat or Maine Coon.

- He'd make Narancia clean up all the fallen fur

Abbacchio

- Cat person. No doubt at all. He'd get a fully black cat for sure. Lil goth cat.

- Mista and Narancia would realise how similar Abbacchio & his cat look and call it "Abbacat"

- If he ever got a dog it would be an intimidating looking one like a doberman. But he has too much femme energy for this tbh

Mista

- Dog person. Mista would get a big floofy affectionate doggo like a Golden Retriever or a Chow Chow

- He'd get a matching cap for his doggo :3

- Six pistols would be in charge of grooming and bathing the dog lmao

Narancia

- Dog person. He would prefer a smol dog. Perhaps a Chihuahua or a Pug

- Most likely to go to a rescue shelter and get a disabled dog because it makes him sad :(

- He'd want an energetic dog to go on runs with and play fetch with. He'd be the worst out of the gang to take care of the dog though.

Fugo

- Fugo is the most likely to abandon his pet so he needs very independent and adaptable pet.

- Since he adopted Narancia, the most similar animal may be a rat. He'd take care of it and then abandon it eventually. It can live in the sewers maybe.

- (Jokes aside he'd be a cat person)

Trish

- Dog person. She'd get a fashionable dog. Something like a Poodle or Pomeranian.

- She'd totally dress up her dog & take it to fashion shows.

your kitty,

admin sar

bonus image, cat boy bucci <3

[hannahhook7744]

Rick Ratcliffe Headcanons Revised;

His full name is Richard "Rick" Perseus Ratcliffe. Yes, he's sorta named after his dad's pug. He knows this and pointing it out will only earn you a black eye

He is three years older than Mal.

He has a baby pug named Prometheus.

He gets along with the Native Americans and the settlers' kids when the barrier is brought down.

One time, during a very violent storm, Sammy fell overboard and Rick jumped in after him and saved him.

Funnily enough, he saves his friends and random kids from drowning alot.

So much so that his friends have started joking that he's a regular John Smith. They call the act itself 'John-Smithing'. Rick hates it.

He roughhouses rather violently with his friends/crew mates for fun, mainly Clay.

They call it 'Extreme Roughhousing'. It's become kind of a sport on the isle.

One time while roughhousing with Clay, he went a little...overboard.. and Clay ended up going through a 2 story window. Clay was fine besides a few cuts and bruises, surprisingly, but Rick couldn't stop apologizing for it and felt very guilty. Still does.

It doesn't help that Clay keeps fondly bringing it up.

He's apart of the Gaston twins' hunting club as well as Harriet's crew and Diego's band.

He plays the drums, if you're curious.

He likes reading, firing off rifles, target practice, ships, sword-fighting, swimming, sailing, playing games (mainly cards), sports, and partying.

He and Mad Maddy are an item.

They rarely fight but when they do you better duck and cover.

He owns a pistol key chain that Maddy actually got for him.

He usually gifts her dolls.

His crush on her developed till they were 15.

Maddy's developed around the same time.

His dad often forces him to fight him when he gets pissed off and Rick has gotten hurt several times during these battles. And has several scars to show for it.

He never beats his dad during these battles and it pisses him off.

He's a bit of an introvert.

no matter how much he denies being ANYTHING like his father, it is obvious that he does take after him in some aspects.

He can be vain, persuasive, rude, arrogant, calculative, selfish/greedy, sarcastic, and downright ruthless at times (just like his father).

But he's also calm, cool, and collected most of the time and cares for others (mainly children and his friends). He's protective and not afraid to call people out on their shit, and he's willing to put his own needs and wants aside for those he cares about.

He wears old, worn-out, black and new England blue (a color) sneakers as well as torn-up black skinny jeans, and a new England blue tshirt with a golden pug and two silver, crossed swords on it. He also wears (fake) gold dud earrings, a silver nose ring, and a reddish-pink jacket that he insists is not pink.

He's embarrassed by his dad's feminine attire and his behavior in general, so he tries his best to distance himself from him (which doesn't always work).

However, just because he's embarrassed by it doesn't mean he won't fight anyone who mocks his little brother, Rory, for these same attire.

In Harriet's crew along side him are Claudine Frollo, LeFou Deux, Big Murph, Mad Maddy, Anthony Tremaine, Jade of Agrabah, Diego de Vil, Ginny Gothel, Clay Clayton, Sammy Smee, and the Gaston twins.

His best female friend and surrogate sister is Claudine Frollo.

His best male friend is Clay Clayton.

He gave Lee (Lefou Deux) the shovel talk when he found out about him and Claudine.

He's two years older than Claudine and a year older than Lee so it was a necessary thing to do.

Even if one was happy with him for it.

Rory is 5 years youner.

He looks after his brother and other children of Ratcliffe's men (that got sent to the isle). Like Wyatt Wiggins.

He loves his pug and his father's pug very much.

He hates hats and will never wear one. Except for Maddy and Claudine. And Rory. And Rachel. and the kids of his father's former crewmen.

He also takes care of the honorary members of Harriet's crew because that's what friends are for.

It took him awhile to warm up to Lil Shang and Chaca when when they joined their crew because of how frequently they fought with Harriet. But he did warm up to them eventually.

Derek Dwarfson, on the other hand, he accepted immediately.

He misses Lil Yaz very, very much after his death.

He once saved Clay Clayton after he drowned in the pool. He's been on edge ever since around water. He can never relax after that.

He acts like he's fine though. Because he feels like he has to.

He's the sailing master of the crew.

He gets mad now when he's sees anyone drinking near water.

And he's keeps an extra close eye on Clay now.

He's scared he'll die again if he doesn't.

Rick is lactose intolerant much to his dismay.

His favorite song is 'Brittle Bones Nicky' by Rare Americans.

He also likes their song 'Black sheep'.

He picked up a nasty smoking habit from Maddy and Clay.

Rick secretly loves studying languages and other cultures but can't be as open about it as he'd like under the barrier.

He and Claudine grew up together, since their dads were friends. They have alot of shared trauma because of this.

Rick is mildy allergic to dog fur but his father didn't care so he got use to it.

His favorite book is 'White Fox' by Sara Faring.

Rick sucker-punched his dad once during family day.

It was the last time he ever saw his father.

His favorite card game is 'The Worst-case scenario'

His favorite gun is the Flintstone pistol.

He has a sister named "Rachel" who is 3 years younger than him.

[frobin]

OKAY! Finally This is it! This is the colourspread! And it’s amazing! How they are all ready to fight, how Nami is explaining the plan (?) to Chopper, the little dogs, Sanji once more with a pistol, Luffy with the pipe, Usopp already taking aim, Zoro also ready to mingle, JINBE!!!! Robin looking after the captain… THE PUGS! Just all of it! But most importantly:  

Robin taking care that her husband won’t act without thinking out of pure excitement. Today is a good day.

[disneytva]

April 2020 Programming Highlights

Thursday, April 2

Original Series – Episode Premiere on Disney Channel

Fancy Nancy “Bon Voyage, Nancy!/Nancy’s New Friend”

(8:00-8:30 A.M. EDT)

“Bon Voyage, Nancy!” – Nancy is disappointed when a family car trip isn’t the epic adventure she imagined.

“Nancy’s New Friend” – Nancy learns about autism when she befriends Lionel’s favorite cousin Sean.

*George Yionoulis guest stars as Sean.

TV-Y

Friday, April 3

Original Series – Episode Premiere on Disney Channel

Puppy Dog Pals “A Light for the Lighthouse/Music City Mishap”

(10:30-11:00 A.M. EDT)

“A Light for the Lighthouse” – When the pugs find out that the light on Bob’s favorite lighthouse isn’t working, they go on a mission to fix it.

“Music City Mishap” – While in Nashville, Bingo and Rolly find a lost guitar and go on a mission to return it to its rightful owner.

*Singer/songwriters Darius Rucker and Jennifer Nettles guest star as musician Ramblin’ Rhodes and Capo, respectively.

TV-Y

Original Series – Episode Premiere on Disney Channel

Mira, Royal Detective “The Undercover Princess Mystery/Mystery at the Fashion Show”

(11:00-11:30 A.M. EDT)

“The Undercover Princess Mystery” – Mira goes undercover to find the precious Gem of Jalpur.

*Shavanie Jayna guest stars as Princess Shivani.

“Mystery at the Fashion Show” – When a dress that Priya made for a fashion show goes missing, Mira discovers that it’s hiding in plain sight.

TV-Y

Original Series – Episode Premiere on Disney Junior

Elena of Avalor “Crash Course”

(1:30-2:00 P.M. EST)

Gabe recruits a flashy wizard, Bronzino, to teach his guards magic, but learns that there are no shortcuts to success.

*James Monroe Iglehart (Broadway’s “Aladdin”) guest stars as Bronzino. Melissa Fumero (��Brooklyn Nine‑Nine”) and Arturo Castro (“Broad City”) return as Antonia and Felipe, respectively.

TV-Y

Saturday, April 4

Original Series – Season Three Premiere on Disney XD

DuckTales “Challenge of the Senior Junior Woodchucks!”

(9:30-10:00 A.M. EDT)

Huey races against Violet in a challenge to be named Senior Junior Woodchuck, while Scrooge and the family search for a secret Woodchuck treasure.

*Stephen Root (“Office Space”) guest stars as J.W. Guidebook.

TV-Y7

Original Series – Episode Premiere on Disney XD

DuckTales “Quack Pack!”

(10:00-10:30 A.M. EDT)

The family is not quite themselves as they discover the planned family photoshoot might just be a part of a bigger “wish” gone wrong.

*Don Cheadle (Marvel’s “Avengers” franchise) returns as Donald and Bill Farmer (Amphibia) guests stars Goofy.

Friday, April 10

Original Series – Episode Premiere on Disney Channel

Mira, Royal Detective “The Case of the Wrecked Recital/The Case of the Vanishing Vessels”

(11:00-11:30 A.M. EDT)

“The Case of the Wrecked Recital” – When Prince Neel’s sitar goes missing, Mira must track it down before Great Aunt Rupa finds out.

*Sarita Choudhury (“Homeland”) guest stars as Great Aunt Rupa.

“The Case of the Vanishing Vessels” – Mira goes on a mysterious underground adventure to find toy boats for a race.

TV-Y

Saturday, April 11

Original Series – Episode Premiere on Disney XD

DuckTales “Double-O-Duck in You Only Crash Twice!”

(9:30-10:00 A.M. EDT)

A spy video game turns dangerously real as Launchpad and Dewey must stop F.O.W.L. agent Steelbeak’s plan to destroy Duckburg.

TV-Y7

Friday, April 17

Original Series – Episode Premiere on Disney Channel

Mira, Royal Detective “The Mongoose Cousin Mystery/The Marble Egg Mystery”

(11:00-11:30 A.M. EDT)

“The Mongoose Cousin Mystery” – Mikku and Chikku’s cousins visit Jalpur for a kite festival.

*Sunita Mani (“GLOW”) stars as Neeti and Preeti, the mongoose cousins.

“The Marble Egg Mystery” – When the Prince loses a precious marble gift from the Queen, Mira sets out to find it.

TV-Y

Saturday, April 18

Original Series – Episode Premiere on Disney XD

DuckTales “The Lost Harp of Mervana!”

(9:30-10:00 A.M. EDT)

The family joins a zen mermaid society to find a missing mystery, but Louie is convinced the seemingly innocent mermaids have a villainous agenda of their own.

*Retta (“Parks and Recreation”) guest stars as the Mystical Harp.

Friday, April 24

Original Series – Episode Premiere on Disney Channel

Mira, Royal Detective “The Case of the Secret Gift-Giver/Mystery at the Cooking Contest”

(11:00-11:30 A.M. EDT)

“The Mystery of the Secret Gift-Giver” – When townspeople start receiving anonymous gifts, Mira searches for the secret gift-giver.

“Mystery at the Cooking Contest” – Pinky’s dishes for the Queen’s cooking contest seem to be sabotaged.

*Aarti Sequeira (“The Next Food Network Star”) guest stars as Chef Shoba.

TV-Y

Saturday, April 25

Original Series – Episode Premiere on Disney XD

DuckTales “Louie’s Eleven!”

(9:30-10:00 A.M. EDT)

Louie plans a break-in at a high-class party so the Three Caballeros can play as Donald tries to get past the party’s no-nonsense planner.

*Bernardo de Paula (“Rio 2”) and Arturo del Puerto (“Fear the Walking Dead”) return as José de Carioca and Panchito Pistoles, respectively.

TV-Y7

[fwacata]

MORNING STRETCH “So, let me get this straight: she a literal killing machine? Yep...you ever get your fingers jammed up like in something metal, life the slide from you pistol? Yeah I had a SIG I hat nicked the fuck out of my thumb.. he’ll I had a car door slammed on my hand as a kid. Okay so that feeling is her insides. Why? Her insides are just metal pain jamming clacking together concstantly. When she lashes out, goes on these killing sprees, it’s the one time she feels... well no pain. FUCK. Yep.” Meathook getting informed by Pug about: MANSLAUGHTER 2020 It’s hilarious that I can call it that since I first made up this character in like 1994? Sweet Jesus! for a sec I thought I made her ass too big but then I’m from Miami the land of fake asses and since she’s a cybernetically enhanced supervillain from Kendall, par carajo! Happy Thursday niños de la Calle! #vigil #manslaughter #ink #character #makecomics #inkwash #igcomicfamily #miami (at The Goblins Heist) https://www.instagram.com/p/B9os_2xBMm_/?igshid=8rph6eptm6is

[clarketomylexa]

that’s what best friends do, chapter two

“Boys suck,” she decides.

Lexa blinks at her, blank faced.

“I’m gay,” she says, just like that. It’s as simple as if boiled down to a definition, poetic as Gatsby’s ending and Clarke opens her mouth to say something, then closes it again. She doesn’t know what she is supposed to say other than what they are told in health class but all of that seems too wrong when faced with Lexa looking at her like this.

“Okay,” she says, because there’s really nothing more than that.

Lexa has always been hers.

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At Clarke’s behest, Lexa details her in all the things she forgot to tell her about camp; the color war, ‘swim the lake’ which Lexa finished in record time in the seventh week of her session after training every day with a group of twenty other girls, and Costia who lives in Connecticut and writes Lexa every week of the school term, hoping she will come back to camp next summer.

She reads one of the letters aloud one day after school as they sit on Clarke’s bed. Clarke is cross-legged with the back end of her pen in her mouth as she noodles through a workbook and Lexa hangs halfway off the narrow mattress with her wet hair in a drooping top knot, laughing at sentences Clarke thinks must be inside jokes. She has taken up swimming three days a week this year and Clarke won’t admit it but she loves going to the pool on Saturday mornings to watch her train.

A picture printed on glossy photo paper falls out of the bottom of the envelope when she looks. It’s of Lexa in a tie-dyed tee and tiny denim shorts, clinging to the back of a wiry redhead with the bandana Lexa now keeps pinned to her bedroom wall, tied around her head. Both girls are soaked and covered in what looks like colourful powder, set against the backdrop of a picturesque lake complete with an intricate dock system and sailboats anchored at the bank, the girls around them armed with plastic water pistols.

Clarke tries not to be too happy when Lexa announces one day in late May that she won’t be going back to camp this summer. She comes to the lake instead but wears her camp tee instead of her piñata socks and because of swimming, when they go to put on their usual life vests to go boating, Lexa’s doesn’t close properly and Jake teases her about ‘bulking up for the season’. She goes bright red and apologises profusely but Jake laughs it off, hanging it back on the hook and Clarke is antsy the entire way into town to buy a new one.

She blames it on the syrupy heat and the fact that on their second day they still haven’t gotten onto the water.

It’s neither of those things.

When Clarke is fifteen their double-bed shrinks.

It doesn’t literally shrink of course; Clarke is fully aware she is the one doing the growing. Aware of it too much maybe because the growth spurt may have been the start of it, it certainly wasn’t all that puberty had to offer and ending Freshman year in a C-cup was an uncomfortable experience to say the least.

Lexa has grown too—even more than she had when she returned home from camp two summers ago with the beginnings of abs beneath the skin of her midriff—as Abby prophesied she has well and truly grown into her lankiness and the extra inch or so she has on Clarke when they stand side-by-side.

The discovery that she doesn’t have to make a conscious effort to be touching Lexa when they sleep isn’t exactly an unpleasant one, but neither of them wear novelty pyjamas now or pug socks. It’s all Clarke’s middle school track t-shirt and foraged sleep shorts and sometimes Lexa doesn’t even wear pants at all, lamenting that the heat is stifling and sliding into bed in her camp tee and Calvin's that forces Clarke to banish blush-worthy thoughts from her head. In fact, she almost hates herself for thinking them in the first place.

Having both started at the same high school at the beginning of the last school year, it became easier and easier for Clarke to shove the unbidden feelings into the back of the proverbial closet and shut the door tight as they settled into the routine of pop quizzes and high school hierarchy. Lexa had swimming, Clarke had lacrosse. They tried to find each other in the cafeteria but with different lunch hours any sort of midday reunions had been hard to find. Other than Mr. Ramon’s fifth period math class, it was almost as if they were still at schools half a county away.

Summer had come as a breathless reprieve.

She lies next to Lexa in a bed that seems to be growing narrower by the day—wincing at the way Lexa’s toes brush the bottom of the mattress—and hates the way the world is encroaching on their little Eden.

They have a bonfire down at the lakefront, three houses down where the bank gives way to a patch of grainy sand. Abby has begrudgingly decided that at fifteen they are old enough and by the time Clarke and Lexa wander down after dinner

The flames are four feet tall and paint what they can see of the lake in the dusk in a hazy purple that looks syrupy and thick.

Clarke raided both of their suitcases to find an outfit, landing on a skimpy jean skirt that made Jake’s eyes bulge and Lexa’s ACDC t-shirt to make up for it—she takes a handful of the fabric and ties it into a knot above her belly button as soon as they get out of eyeshot of the house and she catches Lexa eyeing her fingers as she does it but doesn’t say anything. Lexa on the other hand is wearing her jean shorts and a baggy striped long-sleeve that she has tucked into her waist band. She is altogether different from the Lexa that Clarke met that Sunday morning but the string friendship bracelet that Clarke gave her after spending the better half of a month weaving it out of thread from Abby’s sewing kit sits faded and worn against the tan of her wrist like a reminder of how much they have grown.

When they arrive a bottle of cheap wine has already been cracked open and is being passed around, and open cans of beer sit wedged in the sand. Couples sit clinched together, lazy and drunk on one another in the way that the couples at school seem to be as they pin each other to the metal of the lockers or duck into empty classrooms when they think they are being inconspicuous and music is being wired in from somewhere, the generic kind from the radio that will leave Clarke humming for days.

They are greeted where they stand, fingers locked on the lip of the bank, by the flannel-wearing junior and Lexa drops her hand so quickly, it’s as if she has been scalded. Clarke shoots her a frown but doesn’t manage to catch her downcast eyes and tries not to let the sinking feeling that she has been plagued with for a while now pull her under.

Whenever she brings the sense of impending doom Abby assures her that people change as they grow but Clarke is never satisfied with that answer. Lexa isn’t supposed to change. They’re supposed to live next door to each other, and have summers together and visit each other at college and buy houses in the same town and still be here come July twenty-second when they are eighty years old and their children’s children have grown up, it’s a truth that has kept Clarke afloat since the moment she met her best friend. The sudden realisation that her mom is right is not one she signed up for at seven-years-old, but she can’t stop the thought that maybe it’s true.

Because, try as she might, she can’t seem to fathom living out the plans that they have made like they planned them anymore.

They sit side-by-side on the sand as the wine bottle is drained to play spin the bottle—Lexa passes diligently on her sip but when it reaches her, Clarke grasps the bottle by the neck and takes a swig of what tastes like a cheap version of what she had at her cousin’s twenty-first and backwash and winces.

“Don’t let Abby see you,” Lexa nudges her with an elbow, “you’ll get a lecture on liver health.”

Clarke laughs but can’t bring herself to reply.

The bottle is laid down and a junior with dirty-blonde hair and hard, angular features leans forwards to spin it—she has a scuffed leather jacket on over a tight-fitting tank that makes Clarke irrationally angry because in the heat of summer, there is no way she has put it on because of the cold.

The jacket is a calculated move.

She lets the bottle go with an inelegant flick of her wrist, shucking her sleeves up to where they hang against her forearms and Clarke watches it spin—the bottle-green blur like a harbinger of certain doom, panic flashing white hot down her spine as it lands on Lexa where she sits cross legged in the sand, leaning back onto her hands so that she exudes an aura of confidence Clarke knows it an act. She can read Lexa better than anyone. Even despite the way she has refused to look at Clarke almost since they sat down, Clarke can see the tension in the cords of her neck.

A boy lets out a low whistle and Lexa’s cheek go red. Leather-jacket grins cockily and crawls across the awkward circle they have made, planting her hands on either side of Lexa’s thighs so that she hovers over her, brow piqued as if to dare Lexa to say no.

When they kiss, Clarke looks away. Something ugly knocks on the underside of her skull and she has to pretend to find interest in the knotted hem of her shirt to stop herself from acting on it until a sharp cheer goes up and leather-jacket is pulling away to retreat back to her seat, wiping a thumb over her mouth as she does and Clarke tries not to think of the fact that her lip gloss now shines in the dip above Lexa’s top lip where the line of her scar sits.

When Clarke gets banished to a game of seven minutes in heaven an hour later, as immature as it is she has all the intentions of asking to sit it out. The boy she has been paired with is in her grade, with hair just on this side of too long and an oil-stained flannel on over dark wash jeans. He rubs his hand over the nape of his neck in what Clarke thinks must be a nervous tick and she is sure if she asked he would say yes without question but a desperate, restless thing grips her as they round a thatch of trees so that they are out of sight of the bonfire and when he does ask what she wants to do she pulls him by the collar of his flannel in a move that is supposed to be somewhat sexy but just ends up clumsy and awfully amateur. His eyebrows shoot to his hairline in what she hopes is pleasant surprise.

She’s kissed two boys before. The first, Octavia argues, hardly counts because in the sixth grade Miller went around kissing every girl in their class on a bet after Murphy started spreading the rumour that he saw him and Nate kissing in the boys bathroom. It’s a thought that seizes so terribly in her chest every time she thinks of it and she refuses think that it’s for any other reason than Miller is her friend and he took so much shit for those rumours that he didn’t come to advisory for a week. But it  puts Clarke on par with Octavia though so she includes the rushed half-peck in her tally whenever asked.

This, however, is altogether different.

She lets him prop her against the nearest tree, his hands sure on her waist as she sighs into the hesitant brush of lips on lips, their noses bumping as Clarke flushes, head spinning at the taste of what she thinks is cheap beer on his lips and she plants her hands atop of his to ground herself. He asks her if she’s ‘okay to do this’ and she nods eagerly and leans in again. She loves the way his steady frame feels beneath her hands when she curls her finger into the shoulders of his flannel. His hair comes untucked from around his ears and they tickle her forehead where their shallow breaths rally it between them. Every so often they stop to breathe, laughing softly into the stagnant night air—tinged with a cool wind off the lake and flushed cheeks from the heat of the fire—and Clarke lets the simplicity of it soothe away the confusion she feels when she thinks about Lexa. She doesn’t know this boy. She doesn’t know his name or where he lives. There aren’t any expectations that will come out of a stupid game of seven minutes in heaven other than maybe a smile at the end of the night and she feels exhilarated.

It’s easy.

She likes easy.

By the time they make it back to the bonfire it has been decidedly longer than seven minutes but Clarke feels ascended nonetheless. She ducks her head against the raised brows they receive as she eases herself back onto the sand—next to Lexa who keeps her eyes on the tips of her shoes like Clarke knows she does when something is bothering her—but at this stage in the night, couples have mostly paired off anyway so she takes their knowing looks with a grain of salt.  

Across the circle, leather-jacket smiles lazily at Lexa and on impulse, Clarke grabs flannel-shirt’s hand.

The rest of the bonfire is passed in restless silence on both of their behalves and when Abby texts to warn them of their curfew drawing ever near, flannel-shirt puts his number in Clarke’s phone under ‘Finn’ with the flame emoji next to it. She laughs at it when he does and waggles her eyebrows, but Finn insists that it’s nothing more than to remind her he is the boy she met at the bonfire so she takes his word for it because she’s sure he’s too sweet to think of it any other way.

He texts her a short ‘hi’ when they are halfway back to the house and, hands tucked into her armpits, Lexa scoffs at the burgeoning smile that tugs at her lips.

“What?” Clarke snaps, face turning stony. Aside from the gentle lap-lap of the lake on the bank, the cicadas and the occasional bird call, the lakefront is silent as they traverse the lengths of the two or three properties that lie between them and the Griffin’s house. The night air is thick with the heavy scent of smoke and all the way around the lake, lights sit in the windows of houses like tiny flames. She plants her feet into the grass and watches Lexa’s face contort into a horribly unaffected pout that is contrived at best, genuine at worst.

She can’t decide which is better.

She thinks the answer might be neither of them.

Lexa swallows hard. ��Nothing,” she grumbles, finding a dip in the soil with the toe of her sneaker and digging into it. The rubber connects with something hard, making a low thunk every time she hits it. The sound grates on Clarke.

“It’s not—will you stop that!” Annoyed, she grabs Lexa by the forearm. Lexa blinks in shock, yanking her arm away and tucking it back into herself as they stare at each other hard, chests heaving. “It’s not nothing,” Clarke repeats, softer this time. “You haven’t looked at me all night.”

“Good that Finn couldn’t take his eyes off you then,” Lexa fires back.

Clarke frowns, willing the hot, rattling thing in her chest to stay where it is. “Is that what this is about? You’re mad because I kissed him?” When Lexa won’t answer, she takes it as a confirmation. “It’s not like you were such a saint either,” she retorts hotly, “you kissed that seventeen-year-old no problem!”

“Kissed, Clarke!” Lexa all but yells. “I kissed her! I didn’t suck face with her for half an hour!”

“Why do you care, Lexa!”

For a moment it looks like Lexa is going to yell again and Clarke braces herself for an impact that never comes. Instead, Lexa leans forwards and presses her lips to her and Clarke feels herself burning over and over again until she is sure there is nothing left to her, to the lake or the house or the town beyond it, other than ash. She can taste the syrupy-sweet strawberry lip gloss and roasted marshmallows and Lexa’s lips tremble when Clarke stills enough to feel it.

It’s over as quickly as it started and Lexa is staring at her—eyes red and bottom lip trapped between her teeth, fists wound so tightly in the hem of her shirt her knuckles are white like it will keep her from doing it again. She looks at Clarke like she’s imploring her to understand but Clarke is dizzy and she thinks the wine and cheap beer has gone to her head. She tries so hard her eyes water and her throat burns but all that she can see is the minute quiver of Lexa’s lip and the haze of the lake and it builds up in her chest until she’s gasping for breath and looking away.

When she looks up, Lexa has shoved her hands into the depths of the pockets of her jean-shorts and is retreating, leaving Clarke oddly on edge, like she’s riding a rollercoaster and waiting for the stomach-flipping drop that isn’t coming.

It’s off putting and a little bit nauseating and Clarke thinks she may just explode, or implode—she can’t remember the difference. She’s sure that if she were to ask, Lexa would give her the textbook definition and then some, but as they enter the house through the open French doors, Abby asks them if they had a good night and Clarke can’t bring herself to reply so she doesn’t. Instead she lets Lexa shower first and stands under the hot stream when it’s her turn determined to scrub the scent of burnt-wood and Finn’s cologne off of her.

She lays next to Lexa in painful silence, toes tucked into the end of the bed, hating the thought that they are outgrowing themselves.

It rains the next day and Clarke can’t explain the inherent restlessness that she feels.

It’s all encompassing, leaving an awful, sickly film on her tongue and she wishes so badly she can reclaim the things she said to Lexa and shove them back into the depths of her chest where she keeps her other ugly feelings but it’s too late now.

She feels like all of her dirty laundry has been aired out to dry and it’s in bright neon orange so that it’s impossible people haven’t seen it.

Abby tuts at the weather over serving them waffles pried out of the iron and sliding the syrup across the counter and Jake emerges from the bunk room with a stack of board games in tow. He doesn’t see the way Clarke’s stomach positively flips at the sight. She wants to spring away from the breakfast nook and burrow into her bed until she suffocates herself but Lexa is staring at her and something about it screws her to her stool.

They play monopoly until Clarke’s brain bleeds. She’s so eager to do something that she drowns herself in properties and in turn, debts that she can’t pay off and bankrupts herself almost immediately and they listen to the old CD’s Jake fishes out from the dusty bookcase in the hall until she is sure the thing growing inside her will crawl up her throat and spray itself across the walls. She stands up from where she sits on the wooden floors, staring dumbly at her Clue cards like—the knife, the ballroom, the reverend—like they could be a tarot deck, legs screaming in protest. Her parents stare at her, a collective frown hidden beneath obvious concern, but Lexa just cocks her head and peers at her from the ground.

The rain beats at the windows, hard and sharp and with no intention of stopping considering the thickness of the heavy clouds that hem in the lake and the syrupy heat clogs up her lungs until she can’t breathe. She crosses the room with sure-footed intent, flinging open the doors, all trembling hands and pent up anger until she can feel the cold needles of rain on her face and her tee sags, waterlogged under the weight of it.  

Lexa’s fingers find the hem of her shirt, begging her back inside but she garbles something childish like ‘last one in’s the loser’ and takes off, across the deck, down the stairs and over the grass at terrifying speed, rain in her eyes and mud underfoot. Her hair is soaked and it hangs thickly off her lashes and somewhere beyond the loud thump-thump of her heart in her ears she thinks she can hear Lexa behind her, heavy big breathes and screaming at her to stop.

The hard wooden planks of the jetty come as a shock and they jar something loose in her chest. All of the terrible feelings come spilling out and she can barely see past the opaque sheets of rain but she launches herself off the end and this time, the ice-cold impact of the water does come.

She sinks like a stone fully clothed, water roaring in her ears and when her bare feet brush the silt at the bottom of the lake, she kicks off and surfaces a second later, blinking water out of her eyes to find Lexa standing at the edge of the jetty staring at her.

Suddenly, the memory of being in this exact position eight years ago hits her hard enough to knock the breath out of her—Lexa’s striped swimsuit, the tire-swing and the high-on-life feeling of elation when she surfaced to see Lexa cheering for her.

“Come on!” Clarke hollers over the rain, shielding her eyes with her hand as her legs fight to keep her afloat.

Lexa scoffs and shakes her head but unlike last night, Clarke thinks it’s a smile hiding beneath the curve of her lip. “You’re crazy!” she laughs in disbelief but she has this look—this lopsided, word-splitting look—on her face and Clarke knows she has her.

When she jumps in, the world somehow rights itself and Clarke is sure that the sun will come out again with the sheer force of Lexa’s smile.    

They go from Juniors to Seniors and, despite Clarke’s valiant effort to make it fit, they grow out of their double bed.

Jake offers to make up the bunk room but Lexa respectfully declines, electing to sleep in their usual room on the trundle bed and Clarke is not-so-silently grateful. She laments mournfully that Lexa needs to stop growing, poking her in all the soft places that make her squirm as they lie upside down on the too-small bed, as if wishful thinking will make them seven-years-old again.

Lexa is already thinking about college—she has her sights set on UPenn or even Harvard and while Clarke knows without a doubt she will get in, the thought of Lexa being hours away makes her chest uncomfortably tight.

“I won’t be any more than a couple of hours away,” Lexa hums, catching Clarke’s offending fingers in her hot hands. “Even if I get in to Berkeley it’s only a five hour flight.”

Clarke peers at her in faux-concern. Berkeley was a late comer on Lexa’s college radar but when the guidance counsellor suggested it might be a good idea to apply on the West Coast, she had taken it on board. Clarke is thinking more liberal like NYU or BU. She hasn’t told Lexa yet that her mom has a contact at CalArts and that—after surveying the portfolio she put together for an school exhibition—they said she was a shoe in for early admissions. If Lexa doesn’t get into Berkeley she isn’t sure she could make the five hour journey and leave her best friend a whole country away.

“You and I have a very different idea of what ‘only five hours’ means,” she groans, laying back on her back and tucking her head into her best friends shoulder. They still have senior year left to decide. Her mom tells her that that’s what it’s for but Clarke can hardly stand all of this not knowing and ‘end of an era’ bullshit that their principal had starting spouting in the last week of Junior year. As if they needed a reminder that next year might as well be the most important of their life. The opposite of invigorating her for her future, all it has done is make the hot ache inside her chest grow stronger; it’s almost over and Clarke can’t help but feel like she has less than nothing figured out.

“Will it really be that bad?”

It seems Lexa has a bad memory.

“Do you remember summer camp?” Clarke asks pointedly and when Lexa nods, she grins, “case and point. And college is longer than an eight-week summer session.” She settles when Lexa taps at her own shoulder again with her pointer finger; a wordless invitation that Clarke takes up eagerly. They haven’t talked about the kiss since the bonfire two years ago.

In fact they haven’t talked about it hard enough—almost made a point not to bring it up—that Clarke has managed to convince herself it didn’t happen.  

She plays with the soft hem of Lexa’s tee and closes her eyes against the smell of washing detergent and summer and roots far enough into Lexa’s shoulder that she is sure she can stay that way. Lexa laughs and she can feet the vibrations against her cheek, then even stronger when Lexa, in the midst of a soft chuckle says, “I love you.”

Clarke cocks her head at the odd cadence of her voice. “I love you too, dork,” she says because ‘that’s what best friends do’, “even if you are leaving me for a better climate.”

Lexa grumbles absently that ‘nothing is set in stone’ and ‘applications haven’t even come out yet’ but settles beneath Clarke regardless. They eke as much as they can out of the evening before Lexa has to retreat to her trundle bed and Clarke turns the light out, feeling aloof and untethered without the warm mass of Lexa’s body next to her.

Usually she longs for the quiet moments—the nights she spends with Lexa in their Eden of floral sheets and patterned wallpaper but instead, she finds herself restless and searching for something she isn’t quite sure how to find.

She wants to go to into senior year on solid ground, not feeling like she is wading through molasses but the truth is, as the summer wanes on, she isn’t any closer to finding her feet. They swim and sunbathe and eat sticky marshmallow straight from their sticks—Lexa gets it stuck above her lip and Clarke leans over to wipe it off with her thumb.

Jake takes them out on the boat and Abby comes with them into the dinky little eatery in town that has outdoor picnic tables and Lexa spams her phone with pictures of Clarke in a summer dress and a straw hat, hair in a single, twisted braid. It’s all wonderful and quintessentially summer but it isn’t what she wants.

While Lexa spreads herself out on a blue and white blanket with next year’s reading—it’s not like she didn’t read ‘The Great Gatsby’ in the eighth grade on a whim because Clarke liked the cover art depicting the ‘eyes of God’—Clarke finds Finn. They stand in the woods, not far from where they kissed the first night at the bonfire, with fervent hands on each other and weird energy rattling in her chest. Her heart isn’t in it when he places hot mouthed kisses along the column of her neck and she lets him ruck her shirt up over her chest just because he looks so earnest when he asks her. She knows it’s not at all a good reason to—as mortifying as it was her mom had been thorough when she sat Clarke down at the beginning of sophomore year to give her the talk and although it was more clinical than touchy feely she did make sure to instil a sense of its importance in her. It wasn’t that she shouldn’t be in charge of her own body, it was just that she should be careful who she is in charge of it with.

But all that feels so utterly faraway right now, like a picture just out of focus.

He smells like Axe body spray and even though she’s sure neither of them are wearing it, the sticky scent of sunscreen hangs in the air. She wrinkles her nose against it as he sucks down her collarbones and frowns at the hard, scrape of teeth, tugging him away by the hair at the nape of his neck with a sharp hiss.

“Ow,” she breathes.

“Sorry,” he huffs, flashing her a brilliant smile. He roots his hands back under her shirt. “I almost ignored your text when I got it this morning,” he hums against her, “I nearly deleted your number after the bonfire. Atom said you were too good for me and that you’d never text me back.” He raises his brows as if to say ‘let’s show him’ and Clarke is immediately repulsed.

“Finn,” she whines, high pitched and breathless as she tries to pull his hands off her. His fingers catch on her belt loop and she unhooks his thumb before giving his chest a light shove. “I need to go.”

He frowns. “But—”

“I have to get back,” she shakes her head decisively. “Bye Finn.”

There’s no other way to describe what she feels as she hikes back up the back to the house than ‘icky’. She has enough sense in her head to know for sure that she is anything but a summer conquest and, she thinks, if Finn wants to impress Atom so badly maybe he should feel him up instead.

Lexa is where she left her in her short-sleeved linen shirt and denim shorts, hair in its topknot and glasses perched on her head as she skims Gatsby’s tragic death and laments over Daisy’s poor character choices. She quells the itchy dizziness within Clarke immediately and as soon as she makes it over, she collapses down on the grass, rolling easily onto her back and landing her hands on her stomach with a heavy sigh.

“Boys suck,” she decides.

Lexa blinks at her, blank faced.

“I’m gay,” she says, just like that. It’s as simple as if boiled down to a definition, poetic as Gatsby’s ending and Clarke opens her mouth to say something, then closes it again. She doesn’t know what she is supposed to say other than what they are told in health class but all of that seems too wrong when faced with Lexa looking at her like this.

“Okay,” she says, because there’s really nothing more than that.

Lexa has always been hers. A three letter word isn’t going to change that—she hopes against hope that Lexa didn’t believe it would—but there are tears clinging to Lexa’s lashes like dew on the spiderwebs they used to find under the picnic table when they were seven and the sight sticks in Clarke’s chest, so painfully it’s all she can do to pull her into a hug. She hooks her arm over Lexa’s shoulder and pulls her into her chest, letting Lexa root into her shoulder until she thinks nothing could separate them. “Oh, Lex,” she coos, “you’re okay,” and more than that, “we’re okay.”

When Lexa pulls back she’s trembling. The breeze is hot today but Lexa looks as if she is in the middle of a tundra in a swimsuit because her shoulders shake and her chin quivers and is it bad of her to think that right now she is the prettiest that Clarke has ever seen her?

“Thank you for telling me,” she whispers.

Lexa nods, her chin wobbles.

“How long have you known?”

Clarke doesn’t know why she asks other than that it seems of the utmost importance. It’s awfully dramatic but she feels like her entire life will rest on this moment, like she will look back at it through the lense of experience to either wallow or regret or point to it as the thing that changed everything. She only hopes it’s the latter. Lexa’s eyes are seven different colours through the prism of the tears held captive at her lash line and it’s all Clarke can do not to let it take her breath away.

“Two years.”

Clarke feels the air evacuate her chest. She feels like she is on fire, her body tingles and she is relatively sure she isn’t a whole person—not yet at least, not with Lexa looking at her the way she is—but half of one, made of nothing but open nerve endings and raw want. It all knots inside of her and swells until it is impossible to ignore.

Clarke kisses her.

She grasps Lexa by the shoulder, the linen of her shirt crushed against the heat of her palm, and leans in with her mouth open and a fervent kind of desperation she hasn’t kissed anyone with in her life. It’s heavy and bold and oh so desperate. Lexa’s brows shoot to her hairline before coming back down as her fingers find the hem of Clarke’s tee and fist in it like she needs something to keep her from inevitably floating off into space.

Clarke knows the feeling.

It feels like every single moment of her life has led to this point, and now that she’s here, she is sure she isn’t. Her hand comes up to rest on Lexa’s jaw and she takes stock of what she knows: the colour of Lexa’s eyes; the shape of the scar above her lip; how she scrunches her eyes when she is happy and throws her head back when she laughs, and when she is troubled by something, she gets a look on her face that is both devastating and beautiful.

It’s there now, caught in the place between her eyebrows.

It makes Clarke nervous.

She feels clumsy and inelegant but Lexa tangles their fingers together. She tastes like summer and everything good, Clarke feels drunk on it.

“I love you,” she whispers because that’s not what best friends do.

“I love you,” Lexa says.

The entire world feels encapsulated into a heartbeat Clarke thinks it might just be her last.

Maybe she doesn’t like easy after all.

[sinvraal]

Tried the gameplay. I dunno.

The flying is pretty fun. I can see the movement and verticality being a thing.  The gunplay is... fine? Something in the aiming felt soft but I’m pretty sure, like any shooter, I’d get used to those granular control differences. It was ironic that a machine pistol performed much better at range than an LMG, but eh, gun peccadilloes.

The cooldown between melee attacks is terribad. Why. If a mob is eating my face, I should be able to swing at it. End of story. Don’t get shown up this badly by Warframe, Anthem. Okay, I know you want to emphasize shooting over sword-swinging, but that invisible cooldown has got to go. The lack of melee lock is terrible too. So not only can I only swing once a second or so, but I’m just as likely to miss because there’s no snap-to-target.

I was playing solo, on normal, which one would assume is a doable difficulty for an experienced gamer. The first mini boss fight, that spider tank thing? The one where garbage mobs spawn infinitely until you kill the tank, and the tank has about 6 billion hps? That... sucked. It wasn’t fun. I actually quit out when I realized I was never going to be able to thin out the garbage mobs enough to get enough hits on the tank to down it. Even flying around to find high ground, using all my abilities, etc. It was disheartening to realize halfway through the mob hp slog that... it wasn’t fun. It was frustrating and annoying.

On that note, what’s with the mobs just spawning forever until, poof, suddenly the mission completes and they literally vanish from existence? So... you never have any real idea of how close you are to finishing a task, because the mobs just keep coming until they reach an arbitrary kill limit and teleport back to the green room for a smoke. So do missions run like, you arrive at an area, kill mobs until the game says you’re done?

A big problem here is they flat-out said the demo is balanced differently than the final game, which makes it pretty damned hard to judge the final product. Was that tank mob made more difficult to force you to play MP? Is it just that you have to expect to play on easy if you solo, or get your face burnt off all the time? Or is it just because I was a nude weenie with no gear yet?

Performance wise it seemed mostly fine, I got some rubberbanding and the weirdest texture pop-in I’ve seen to date. Also, flying around during the tank fight, at one point it seemed like the renderer wigged out completely and all I saw was darkness and fog until I landed, at which point the world snapped back. I worry because my connectivity during Andromeda MP was awful. Constantly.  Here’s hoping Anthem’s netcode is ultimately a lot better. At least I didn’t get the infinite load bug.

But I’m still coming back to what worries me most -- is the major challenge rating they’re using based on endless hp pools, number of mobs and this bizarre infinite spawn on/off faucet? Obviously the old gimmick of red/blue/yellow health bars is back, and I enjoyed the rock/paper/scissors aspect of that in MP, and it does seem like they’re using ME-style elemental combos and so forth. That’s cool, those mechanics were fun.

So, end result so far is... I dunno. I didn’t hate it, but I didn’t love it. Obviously I have to try the MP PUG at some point. It might improve with randos in tow, just for the support value.

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Jeffrey Hudson: Height, Fight, and a Remarkable Life

When the small body was given to the ground those handling it may have had no idea who they were dealing with. When alive this dearly departed stood only several feet tall, but this was no child. They now shared a grave with countless nameless others, yet during their lifetime their name crossed the lips of royalty and was uttered on multiple continents. It was an unseen and unmarked ending to a life that was anything but anticipated. 

When Jeffrey Hudson was born in the small English town of Oakham on June 14th 1619 he entered into a perfectly normal family. His father, John, was keeper of the baiting bulls for the Duke of Buckingham and he had the company of three brothers and a half-sister. As Jeffrey got older however, one thing began to set him far apart from the rest of his family. Even as a young child his siblings towered above him. Jeffrey, although perfectly proportioned, stood only eighteen inches tall.

When Hudson was seven years old he was presented by his father to the Duchess of Buckingham and her attention was so immediately captured that she invited him to formally join her household in London, a move that Hudson’s father approved. Within months of his arrival at her home the Duchess received two more guests of considerable importance, King Charles I and his French wife Queen Henrietta Maria. A royal visit was an event to be celebrated and the Duchess held a lavish banquet in their honor. At the height of the festivities a large pie was presented to Queen Henrietta and Hudson burst out from the crust dressed in a custom made miniature suit of armor. Like the Duchess, the queen was immediately captivated by him, but for all the wrong reasons. Young Jeffrey was charming, polite, and by all accounts he was a pleasure to be around but the queen had a collection of human “curiosities” back home and she wanted to add Hudson to her troupe. The Duchess obliged and in 1626 Hudson moved to  Queen Henrietta’s home at the Denmark House in London.

Queen Henrietta Maria with Sir Jeffrey Hudson by Sir Anthony Van Dyck.

While living in the royal household the line between resident and pet was often blurred. Hudson was raised Roman Catholic, educated, and was taught skills like horseback riding and shooting. However, at the same time he was still considered inferior to most others in the home. He lived with Queen Henrietta’s other “rarities” including a monkey named Pug, two other dwarves, and a Welsh man named William Evans whose height labeled him as a “giant” and paired him with Hudson in a comedy act where he would pull Hudson and a loaf of bread from his pocket. He was highly intelligent, witty, and well liked by all, but even at his young age Hudson was painfully aware that it was the novelty of his appearance that kept him in royal company and later made him the subjects of several poems and works of art. In his time people with his condition were kept as pets, their function was amusement, and despite any consideration and cordiality that came their way it was always made clear one way or another that they had a very specific place within the elite home. This was made clear to Hudson not only by having him live with the other “rarities” and perform comedic acts, but also in the name he was later dubbed in the queen’s home, Lord Minimus.

Fortunately, the monarch was able to see beyond Hudson’s novelty and he was eventually made a page in her court. Several years after his arrival at the royal home Hudson, though only ten years old, was given a role to serve in a mission from the queen herself. Queen Henrietta was pregnant, and Hudson was assigned to a party tasked to travel across the English Channel and fetch a midwife from her home country of France. The voyage to the continent was successful but on their return trip to England the ship carrying Hudson was ambushed by pirates. The ship was completely plundered, but everyone on board was eventually released back to England.

Portrait of Jeffrey Hudson by an unknown artist.

It would be another ten years but Hudson’s harrowing experience on his first trip across the English Channel did not sway him from making the journey again. In 1637 Hudson made a second trip, this time traveling to the Netherlands with an entourage in order to observe the Fifth Siege of Breda, a siege during the Eighty Years War during which the Dutch were attempting to expel the Spanish army.

These brushes with conflict would serve Hudson well in the coming years. By 1642 the relationship between King Charles I and Parliament had dramatically crumbled and the schism between the two led to all out brawls, plots, and arrests between those standing with the King (the Royalists) and those on the side of Parliament (Oliver Cromwell and the Parliamentarians). The Royalists were in need of funds so while the King headed his army Queen Henrietta traveled with Hudson to the Netherlands in hopes of gaining their financial support during the conflict. The effort was greatly unsuccessful with the Dutch government declining their support and the only new funds coming from the queen selling some of her belongings. Although this was a blow, it was nothing compared to what met the queen and Hudson when the returned home to England, the country had fallen into civil war. Finding their home no longer safe the queen, Hudson, and the rest of her small company were moved to Royalist safe ground in Oxford. It was at this time that Queen Henrietta appointed Hudson as Captain of Horse, a title that traditionally meant he would have been responsible for commanding troops in cavalry raids orchestrated by Prince Rupert, the nephew of King Charles I.  

Jeffrey Hudson. Photo by Wellcome Images CC BY 4.0.

The queen and her company may have stayed in Oxford hoping to be able to return home soon, but this would not be the case. As tensions grew it became unsafe for them to stay put and in 1643 they were forced to flee to France. By this point Hudson was approximately twenty-four years old. He had traveled on official business, been captured and freed by pirates, was considered a close confidant of the queen, was given the title Captain of Horse, and was one of the few trusted to accompany the monarch through dangerous territories and war. As Hudson saw it, he was no longer the comedic puppet of the court, he had more than earned the respect of his peers and he would no longer tolerate any jokes, pranks, or insults directed toward him.

This new stance of Hudson was tested in October 1644 when he challenged the brother of William Croft, the queen's Master of Horse, to a duel. The Master of Horse was a powerful man and it is alleged that his brother provoked Hudson by saying he could not win in a fight against a turkey. What is known for certain is that he arrived at the duel armed not with a pistol, but with a weapon loaded with sarcasm. Croft brought with him a syringe, filled with water, and squirted it at Hudson. While Croft laughed Hudson rode up to him on horseback and killed him with a gunshot to the forehead. As described in The Letters of Henrietta Maria:

 “The giving cavalier [Croft] took no firearms, but merely a huge squirt, with which he meant at once to extinguish his small adversary and the power of his weapon. The vengeful dwarf, however, managed his good steed with sufficient address to avoid the shower aimed at himself and his loaded pistols, and, withal, to shoot his laughing adversary dead.”

Captain Jeffrey Hudson made his point, but it came at a deep cost. Dueling was illegal in France and on that basis alone, let along for killing the brother of the Master of Horse, Hudson was sentenced to death. He would have met this fate, except Queen Henrietta intervened and had his sentence lessened to exile. He was banned from France and forced to flee home to England.

Jeffrey Hudson, aged thirty. Stipple engraving by R. Page, 1821. Photo by Wellcome collection CC-BY-4.0

It is unknown what Hudson expected to do once he returned home but he most likely did not expect the next sharp turn in his story. Within months Hudson was again on a ship and captured by pirates, a scenario he had faced once before but this time the ending was very different. When he was captured by pirates at ten years old he was quickly released back home, but this time when he walked off the ship it was to step into North Africa and a life of slavery.  

The next time the Captain Jeffrey Hudson appears on any record is 1669 when it is suspected he was released into the hands of the British during one of several campaigns where captives from England were ransomed and allowed to return home. He had spent approximately twenty-five years being a slave and upon returning to England one thing was obviously very different about the former confidant of the queen. During his time in Africa Hudson had inexplicably grown to the height of nearly four feet tall, almost doubling his height since he was banned from France. When asked what could have caused such sudden growth the only answer Hudson would give was that it was the result of abuse he endured over the years.

Hudson may have believed that returning home would bring him some peace, but this was not to be. It is suspected he went home to Oakham, living off small grants of money from the Duke of Buckingham, before returning to London in 1676. When he returned to the city that was his home for so long he received no welcome. Queen Henrietta had died in France seven years earlier and the city was in the midst of raging anti-Catholic turbulence that included events like the “Popish Plot”, an entirely fabricated plot concocted by Titus Oats (also from Oakham) alleging an assassination attempt on King Charles II in order to bring his Roman Catholic brother, the Duke of York, to the throne. Hudson was raised a “Roman Catholick” and for this offense he was imprisoned in the Gatehouse Prison of Westminster Abbey. He was not released until 1680.

When Hudson was finally freed from prison he was approximately sixty-one years old and had been through more than most people could imagine. He no longer had financial support from the Duke of Buckingham and he was penniless and in ill health from his years inside a cell.

Within two years Captain Jeffrey Hudson was dead and unceremoniously buried in an unmarked pauper’s grave. His cause of death is unknown.

Today the remains of Hudson’s remarkable life include several artistic depictions, poems, and small pieces of letters written by Queen Henrietta. Despite these mostly visual representations of him, his story would have been lost entirely if it were not for an antiquarian named James Wright who interviewed Hudson during his brief stay in Oakham in between his release from slavery and his imprisonment in London.

Today a marker can be found near his birthplace with an inscription only reading: “Sir Jeffery Hudson - 1619-1682 - A dwarf presented in a pie to King Charles 1st.”

Jeffrey Hudson marker. Image via FindAGrave.com.

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Sources:  Lord Minimus: The Extraordinary Life of Britain's Smallest Man by Nick Page

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I love how it looks like no.6 is huge and standing on the train

B ig boye……

anyway since i’ll likely never get a chance to talk about sex pistols, once trish gets over the fact they look like yellow gremlins she’d honestly think they’re cute in that. pug-ugly kind of way. 

trish, poking one of them. holds one by the arm: what.. the fuck are u..sex pistol no. 5: 

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Who is Shavell Jordan Jones ( Florida Man Allegedly Kills Girlfriend and 3 of Her Relatives ) Wiki, Bio, Age, Crime, Arrest, Incident Details, Investigations and More Facts

Shavell Jordan Jones Biography                          Shavell Jordan Jones Wiki

A Florida man is accused of killing his girlfriend and her family after arguing with her at their home.

At a news conference last Friday, Orange County Sheriff John Mina said deputies responded to a 911 call from a resident who reported his neighbor had been shot and killed. Upon entering the home, officers "found three women and a child, all members of the family, dead from gunshot wounds to the head," Mina said.

Suspect

The suspect, Shavell Jordan Jones, 23, was found alive at the scene with an "apparently self-inflicted gunshot wound to the head" and was undergoing surgery at a nearby hospital at the time of the press conference. Mina said the weapon used in the killings was a pistol. A Florida man fatally shot his girlfriend and three of her family members — including a 4-year-old girl — after an argument early Friday morning, police said. Shavell Jordan Jones, 23, … https://t.co/aByLOk1kuD — News Pug (@news_pug) November 4, 2022 According to Mina, "one of the women who was killed was related to Jones." Mina said that after the couple argued during the night, Jones began removing belongings from the home and then allegedly went home and started shooting. Mina claimed Jones killed the family's matriarch, 49, and her two daughters, 28 and 29. The 29-year-old was Jones' girlfriend, according to Mina. Mina also claimed that "tragically, also killed the matriarch's 4-year-old niece by shooting her in the head." Jones also allegedly shot another daughter of the matriarch, 20, who survived the shooting. Mina said authorities determined that two other children, ages 4 and 6, were "luckily found safe and sound in the home" because they were "hiding under the covers when the shooting started." Mina said the 4-year-old girl found dead was the daughter of the 20-year-old who survived her injuries and the twin of the 4-year-old girl who was found with the 6-year-old girl hiding under the covers. . Authorities never responded to the home where the shootings took place, Mina said. When asked about Jordan's condition, Mina said it's "still too early to tell" if Jordan will survive his injuries, but if he does, he will be charged with more murders. Read the full article

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November 2018 Programming Highlights

Friday, Nov. 2 Original Series – Episode Premiere on Disney Channel Fancy Nancy “Ice Skater Extraordinaire/Nancy L’Artiste“ (11:00 – 11:30 A.M. EDT) “Ice Skater Extraordinaire” – When Nancy wants to become an extraordinary ice skater, she must first learn to practice.

“Nancy L’Artiste” – Nancy makes a mess while painting and lets JoJo take the blame. 

TV-Y

Saturday, Nov. 3 Original Series – Episode Premiere on Disney Channel DuckTales “The Ballad of Duke Baloney!” (7:30 – 8:00 A.M. EDT) After his disappearance, Glomgold resurfaces as anything but his ever-scheming self, while Webby and Louie try to uncover the truth behind who is Duke Baloney. TV-Y7

Original Series – Episode Premiere on Disney Channel Big City Greens “Big Deal/Forbidden Feline“ (8:00 – 8:30 A.M. EDT) “Big Deal” – Cricket persuades the family to go to a Thanksgiving sale at a big-box store for a deal on a new television. *Jon Hamm (“Mad Men”) guest stars as store manager Louis.

“Forbidden Feline” – Tilly becomes friends with Anoosh, the neighborhood cat. TV-Y7

Original Series – Episode Premiere on Disney Junior Elena of Avalor “Finding Zuzo” (11:30 – 12:00 P.M. EDT) When Zuzo goes missing in the spirit world, Elena enlists the help of other spirit guides to find him. *Eden Espinosa (Disney Channel’s “Rapunzel’s Tangled Adventure”) and Richard Kind (“Inside Out”) return as Orizaba and Cacahuate, respectively. TV-Y

Friday, Nov. 9 Original Series – Episode Premiere on Disney Channel Muppet Babies “Kermit’s Big Show/The Card Shark“ (10:00 – 10:30 A.M. EST) “Kermit’s Big Show” – The Muppet Babies plan to put on a show for Miss Nanny and decide to work together to incorporate their own creative ideas. “The Card Shark” – Piggy has to learn how to win at playing a board game without cheating. TV-Y

Saturday, Nov. 10 Original Series – Episode Premiere on Disney Channel DuckTales “The Town Where Everyone Was Nice!” (7:30 – 8:00 A.M. EST) Donald reunites with his band, The Three Caballeros, while the family takes in the sites of a Brazilian town with a dark secret. *Bernardo de Paula (“Rio 2”) and Arturo del Puerto (“Fear the Walking Dead”) guest star as José de Carioca and Panchito Pistoles, respectively. TV-Y7

Monday, Nov. 12 Original Series – Episode Premiere on Disney Junior The Lion Guard “Beshte and the Beast” (5:00 – 5:30 P.M. EST) A gorilla warrior named Shujaa comes to help The Lion Guard in the battle against Scar. *Christopher Jackson (Broadway’s “Hamilton”) guest stars as Shujaa. TV-Y

Friday, Nov. 16 Original Series – Episode Premiere on Disney Channel Mickey and the Roadster Racers “Mickey’s Big Surprise/Meet the Beagles!” (9:30 – 10:00 A.M. EST) “Mickey’s Big Surprise” – Goofy struggles to keep Minnie’s surprise for Mickey’s birthday a secret.

“Meet the Beagles!” – The Happy Helpers are asked to help a band get back together. TV-Y

Original Series – Episode Premiere on Disney Channel Fancy Nancy “Vive La Révolution!/Million Dollar Minnow” (11:00 – 11:30 A.M. EST) “Vive La Révolution!” – When a neighborhood climbing tree is declared off-limits, Nancy shows her friends how to take a stand.

“Million Dollar Minnow” – Nancy dreams of becoming a synchronized swimmer but first must overcome her fear of going underwater. *Christine Baranski (“The Good Fight”) returns as Mrs. Devine. TV-Y

Saturday, Nov. 17 Original Series – Episode Premiere on Disney Channel DuckTales “Storkules in Duckburg!” (7:30 – 8:00 A.M. EST) Louie recruits Storkules for his professional monster extermination business, while Storkules faces his greatest challenge: being Donald’s roommate. TV-Y7

Sunday, Nov. 18 Original Series – Episode Premiere on Disney Channel Disney Mickey Mouse “Surprise!” (8:50 – 9:00 A.M. EST) Mickey’s wish for a surprise-free birthday ends up becoming the biggest surprise of his life. TV-G

Friday, Nov. 23 Original Series – Episode Premiere on Disney Junior Vampirina “Nanpire and Grandpop the Greats/There’s Snow Place Like Home” (7:00 – 7:30 P.M. EST) “Nanpire and Grandpop the Greats” – Nanpire and Grandpop come to visit Vee and her family in Pennsylvania and learn about some human holiday traditions. *Tony Award®-winners Patti LuPone (“Evita”) returns as Nanpire and Brian Stokes Mitchell (“Kiss Me, Kate”) guests stars as Grandpop.

“There’s Snow Place Like Home” – When Vee doesn’t get the snow day she was hoping for, Demi casts a spell to help cheer her up. TV-Y

Saturday, Nov. 24 Original Series – Episode Premiere on Disney Junior Elena of Avalor “Snow Place Like Home” (11:30 A.M. – 12:00 P.M. EST) A snowstorm threatens to ruin Elena’s plans of spending a quiet and peaceful Navidad at home. *Mario Lopez (“Extra”) and Diane Guerrero (“Orange is the New Black”) return as jaquins Cruz and Dulce, respectively. TV-Y

Friday, Nov. 30 Original Series – Episode Premiere on Disney Channel Mickey and the Roadster Racers “Snow-Go with the Flow/Happy Helpers on Ice!” (9:30 – 10:00 A.M. EST) “Snow-Go with the Flow” – Minnie’s plans for a trip to the Swiss Alps are interrupted by the Kai family’s first experience with snow.

“Happy Helpers on Ice!” – Hilda asks the Happy Helpers for help putting on an ice show. TV-Y

Original Series – Episode Premiere on Disney Channel Muppet Babies “A Very Muppet Babies Christmas/Summer’s Super Fabulous Holiday Surprise” (10:00 – 10:30 A.M. EST) “A Very Muppet Babies Christmas” – It’s Christmas in the playroom and everyone loves their secret Santa gifts except for Kermit.

“Summer’s Super Fabulous Holiday Surprise” – When a snowstorm cancels Summer’s trip home, Piggy brings her traditions to the playroom. TV-Y

Original Series – Episode Premiere on Disney Channel Puppy Dog Pals “A Santa for Bob/Snowman Secret Service” (10:30 – 11:00 A.M. EST) “A Santa for Bob” – The pugs go on a mission to find Santa. *Wendi McLendon-Covey (ABC’s “The Goldbergs”) guest stars as Mrs. Claus and Emmy Award-winner Henry Winkler (“Barry“) returns as Santa.

“Snowman Secret Service” – When Bob asks Bingo and Rolly to protect a snowman he’s building, the pugs make it their mission to keep their new snowy friend as cool as possible. TV-Y

Original Series – Episode Premiere on Disney Channel Fancy Nancy “Au Revoir, Jean-Claude/Je Spy with My Little Eye” (11:00 – 11:30 A.M. EST) “Au Revoir, Jean-Claude” – After the family goldfish dies, Nancy must confront her feelings of loss.

“Je Spy with My Little Eye” – When Nancy spies on her parents, she mistakenly thinks they’re plotting to give away the family dog. TV-Y