#resp in source!

[quillheel]

No wait everyone shut the fuck up you've been what hold on y

[wingsnwangs]

Noah, I do agree you have a nice sexy accent and a pretty face. But I would disagree that is all you have to offer. Have you seen you dude? -Haneul

"Okay my accent is pretty sexy to you guys, but to where I'm from? I sound like a fuckin' bogan, gonna go walk up to the servo and get myself a pack of durries because I ran out. Yeah, good luck understanding that. But I think it's all I have to offer right now, yeah"

[maggiecc]

When the World Shifts (Finnick O’Dair x reader) Part 2

Finnick O'Dair x reader

TW: It's about the Hunger Games, so murder, talks of death

You have been made shorter than Finnick, but it's not important. Do I include Y/N?

No Betas, we die like vikings.

Part 1, Part 2 (here), Part 3, Part 4: TBD

The day of the reaping came all too soon. The days leading to the reaping were filled with training, for Finnick, and you, as well as everyone taking shifts with Annie. If you were with her, Finnick trained with Mags, if Mags was with her you and Finnick trained, and if Finnick was with her, you and Mags trained. Annie had fallen back into many of her old patterns from the months after her games, if she did not have one of you to ground her she would start to scream and rip her hair out. You worried that when you and Finnick left, Annie would only have Mags but she will know where you are and you are unsure if Mags will be enough.

“Are you ready love?” Finnick pulls you from your thoughts. You take a breath in to steady yourself.

“Does it really matter?” You attempt to joke, but your words hold much truth. It doesn’t matter if you are ready, the reaping will occur and you will soon be on a train to the capitol, whether or not you like it.

The District 4 victors all gather together to walk over hand in hand. You walking next to eachother, Finnick, you, Annie, and Mags stepping onto the stage together. You looked at the bowls, the left had 3 pieces, and the right had 1; seeing them making it feel all the more real. 

The capitol representative who had drawn, Annie’s, Finnick’s, and your names walked up to the bowls. He began his long-winded speech from the capital all about the importance of the Hunger Games and how significant the quarter quell is. It was a summary of what Snow had said, and that speech was already burned into your brain. You start to disassociate from yourself, it had been so long since the last time time you had been at the reaping in person. 

After your victory, you tried to go to the reapings to meet the tributes after they were reaped to help comfort them, but it became too much. No matter how much you tried the tributes were outmatched by the careers. So over the years, you had to stop going, seeing the names pulled and looking at the faces of the children who were lambs to the slaughter became too much. Sometimes you still dream of those first few kids, 

Coral was only 14 when she was chosen, and had a smile that could light up a room. She made you a bracelet you still wear on your wrist, made of dried fish bones and odd-shaped shells. She went in with Moss, a soft-spoken 16-year-old. You grew up on the same road as him, his older brother even went to school with you. He did not have hope for himself but spent the game trying to protect Coral. They lost their game by a sneak attack while they slept, leaving you a wreck for weeks. The only comfort you had was they went fast, a mercy not many receive in the games. 

The next was Annie, and although she won the loss of her partner hurt you as badly as the first two you lost. Annie winning was both a blessing and a curse, it let you keep Annie but the next 2 years held hope which only made the pain hurt more. After losing 4 more tributes you eventually stopped going to the reapings. You wanted to be there to help the kids but the mental torment was simply too much. Finnick trained, them and Mags the group after, you returned to join the rotation knowing that it was hard for Finnick and Annie as well.

Your reminiscing was cut off by someone grabbing your hand. You turn to look a the source of the warmth and comfort. Finnick looked down at you and tried to give you a comforting smile. It was like he read your mind and knew what you were doing, and he was probably doing the same. You all knew not to get too attached but it was impossible to look a those young kids and not care.

“It will be alright, love” Finnick attempted to comfort you, but you could not even muster a response, only being able to squeeze his hand.

“We shall let the men go first,” The host announced, laughing as he pretended to search around the bowl, but there was only one name. You knew what the host was about to say but you still flinched upon hearing it. “Finnick O’Dair!” 

The host began to clap and District 4 reluctantly joined in, out of respect for their only male victor. Finnick gave the cameras a wave as he walks to the side for the next name to be called.

“Alright, now for the female tribute!” The host was loud and excited, so clearly capital. He saw this as some sort of game but the districts knew the truth. These were murders, children slaughtered for nothing, a war they weren’t alive for. “Our female tribute is . . . Annie Cresta!” Your heart sinks. Annie broke out in tears holding herself as she begins to weep. You knew what you were about to do, knew she wouldn’t enter the games but hearing her name still hurt her.

“I VOLUNTEER!” You scream tears starting to form. Mags begins to wrap Annie in her arms as you walk over to join Finnick. 

He wraps you in a hug and leans to whisper in your ear “We will make it out, I promise.” You nod your head and wipe your tears.

You move to stand side by side and grab Finnick's hand. You raise it high above your head for your District to see. All of District 4 began to cheer for their victors, turned back into tributes. They finally have a reason to have hope, both of you were survivors and maybe you could have a chance, that they would not have to watch more of their people be slaughtered for entertainment. You had the same hope, maybe you could make it out, maybe both of you could.

Once you were able to walk off the stage you run to where Annie and Mags stood. You wrap them up in your arms, and Finnick does the same holding all three of you. Your little family, the only people who truly understood you was being torn apart. Annie grabbed both you and Finnick, gripping your arms to the point her nails dug into your skin but you ignore it. She is still crying but not screaming anymore. She lets go of your arms and grabs your heads to put them to her. She was unable to speak but you understand what she is saying. Annie lets out a soft laugh and you know that she cannot control it.

“We will make it back to you, I promise,” Finnick tells her. You don’t know if she believes him, or if you do but she lets go of your heads. She grabs your hands to give you one last squeeze followed by Mags giving you both a soft touch to the cheek and a smile. 

The peacekeeper starts to head towards your group, a sign you had to leave. Their weapons stayed in their hands, not pointing towards you, but the threat was clear. You are leaving now.

“We’re coming you grunts,” Finnick told them as he turns to walk. You begin to join him but quickly turn your head around and mouth, I love you to the woman. Annie turns into Mags' arms as her weeping returns.

You turn to look up to Finnick, seeing him tensing upon hearing Annie’s cries but not being able to hug and comfort her. You grab his hand and squeeze it, making him look at you. “We got this. Mags will take care of her for when we come back.” you try to comfort him.

He gives you a soft smile that does not fully reach his eyes “Of course my love. They don’t stand a chance against us.”

You nod your head, then turn forward to walk, hand in hand with Finnick, knowing that whatever you are going to face you will at least be with him.

[nahoney22]

Hi there!

Congratulations on the following!! 🥳 from what I've managed to read of your works so far, you more than deserve every single one of them 🎉

Do you mind if I request something for the celebration?

I don't see much work for Hound, so can I ask from the fluff prompts "am I your favorite?" "I like your dog a bit more than you, I won't lie." (and maybe + "shut up and kiss me already.") for him?

SFW fluff, with a fem or gn reader (whichever you think fits best~)

Remember to drink water and unclench your jaw :D

3000 Prompt List Follower Celebration

Hound X GN!Reader

word count: 1k

SFW

Prompts

• “Am I your favourite?” “I like your dog abit more than you, I won’t lie.”

• “shut up and kiss me already.”

Warnings: none, mutual pining and fluff

“You’re drooling more than Grizzer would,” Thorn quipped, interrupting Hound's entranced daze. The sound of Thorn's voice jolted Hound out of his longing thoughts, and he swiveled his head towards the source of the sound.

Dismissing the accusation, Hound grunted, "I don't know what you're talking about," but Thorn only snorted in response.

Hound's infatuation with a certain attractive mechanic was an open secret among the Corrie guards, one that even his brothers knew about. Hound had shared his feelings with one of his brothers in confidence, but as with all secrets, naturally it had quickly spread throughout the barracks. The only person who remained unaware of Hound's feelings was the object of his affections - you.

You sat with your colleagues, trying your best to avoid looking in the direction of Hound's sneaking gaze. You hoped that Hound reciprocated your feelings, but you were too nervous to make the first move. Hound was always kind and gentle towards you, and was actually amazing when it came to advice. Not to mention you though his armor was the coolest of the whole Coruscant Guard.

Eventually, your eyes met across the hall, and you smiled at Hound. He nodded his head slightly, gesturing for you to come over for a chat. After excusing yourself, you made your way to him, meeting him in the far left corner of the mess hall.

"Hey there Mister," you greeted him, trying to suppress the fluttering feeling in your chest. "You wanted to talk to me?"

Hound leaned subtly against the wall, folding his arms across his broad chest. He played it cool, a smirk on his face as his eyes shone with amusement. "Just wanted to see my favorite mechanic, that okay?" he teased with eyes that danced in amusement.

Your lips purse, trying so hard to not smile like an idiot in front of this handsome clone but it was impossible when it came to him. “Oh I’m your favorite, am I?” You jest, matching his teasing.

Hound felt like he was floating on clouds when he spoke to you, finding himself getting so easily lost in your eyes. “Of course. But I’d like to think that in your favorite clone.”

Playfully, you shrug. “I don’t know about that. There are a lot of very nice men here. It’s hard to pick favorites.” You’re joking of course because how could he not be?

The smirk on his face drops, feigning almost ‘puppy dog’ eyes. “Am I your favourite?”

“I like your dog a bit more than you, I won’t lie.”

Hound laughs at that, not being able to maintain his lying innocence. “Yeah, that’s fair enough.” You could feel your cheeks flush as he laughed, a deep and hearty sound that filled the room. His eyes crinkled with amusement, and you found herself unable to look away. It was a laugh that was infectious, and you couldn't help but join in, feeling the warmth and joy that radiated from him.

“But really though,” you say after your laughter once dies down, “do you want to talk about anything in particular?” Your hands took behind your back, tilting back and forth on your heels as you looked up at him.

Hound glances around briefly and is shocked to see that the mess hall was completely empty. How can one person captivate you so much that he didn’t realise that lunch was over and that everyone had gone back to their respected duties? So, without the pressure of his brothers and their watchful gazes he takes a leap of faith.

“I was wondering if, uh…” Hound hesitated, rubbing the back of his neck as he debated whether or not to voice his desire. He felt foolish for even considering the idea that someone as attractive as you would go on a date with him. But your gentle encouragement gave him the courage to speak up.

You watched as shyness spread across Hound's features, and your heart swelled with affection. You reached out and placed a hand on his forearm, a subtle touch of tenderness. "Go on," you urged him softly, "ask me."

Hound stared down at you, searching your eyes for a hint of what you were thinking. He wondered if you were aware of what he was about to ask. Your growing smile gave him hope that his question had already been answered.

In a quiet voice, almost afraid that he would wake up from this dream, Hound asked, "Would you...?" He didn't outright ask you on a date, but he sensed that this was something you both wanted.

You grinned and nodded, teasing him a little. "I sincerely hope this is you asking me on a date, and I've not shot myself in the foot by just assuming you were."

Hound laughed, his eyes crinkling with delight that he had finally mustered the courage to ask you out. "Of course, what else would I ask for?"

You felt emboldened by the moment and decided to take a risk. After all, both of you had confessed some level of attraction towards each other. "I don't know," you said playfully, "maybe you were going to ask me for a kiss."

His eyes widened beautifully and you watched as a staggered breath brushed past his parted lips. “And what would your answer be to that?”

The tips of your ears tingle with heat as you anticipate his response to your playful comment. You nervously bite on the inside of your cheek before a smile spreads on your lips, revealing your pearly whites. "Probably something along the lines of 'shut up and kiss me already'," you say with a hint of mischief.

And just like that, he closes the distance between you, his hands cupping either side of your face with a tenderness that takes your breath away. His thumbs glide along your soft skin, leaving a trail of warmth behind as he leans down to meet your lips. The moment your lips connect, it's as though time stands still and the world fades away. The kiss is gentle yet passionate, the kind that leaves you yearning for more.

You don't think about who could be watching because in that moment, the only thing that matters is the electricity that ignites between you and Hound. Your heart flutters with joy and your body feels weightless as you wrap your arms around his broad shoulders, pulling him closer to deepen the kiss.

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[woodsfae]

B5 S04E01 The Hour of the Wolf  previous episode - table of contents 

It's good to be back - I wanted to watch, but whenever I typed it hurt. Feeling much better now! 

I quickly browsed my last post to make sure I remembered what was going on and remembered something I wanted to say to John Sheridan. 

John. :| I like you, I do. But recall, you had to earn that affection and you kinda rode on Susan Ivanova's shoulders for awhile. As far as I was concerned. So yeah, I like you. But - and this is critical - I like Delenn a lot more than I like you. So no more shaking Delenn by the shoulders, m'kay? /speaking directly to the characters 2000's fanfic author-style

press play

G'Kar continues his trend of being the narrator. Sheridan - lost on Z'ha'dum. Garibaldi - captured by the Shadows. Ivanova - traumatized. Mollari - wished on the monkey's paw and it came true. Delenn - religious fasting and prayer. But of G'Kar himself, he says nothing. He only muses about Sheridan and Garibaldi's fates. 

Oooooh, new opening! Hearing from all the humans and also Delenn but no other aliens. It's punchier and faster than the previous openings, or at least it feels like it - I didn't check.

Aww Susan does not look like she's having a good time listening to the computer recite her incredibly busy schedule. 

Things are tense. The various species who signed the Babylon 5 are pulling their ships - or at least, most of them. They don't want to press the attack like Ivanova is trying to persuade them to do. They believe that if you go to Z'ha'dum, you die. If they go, they die. Sheridan went, and Sheridan's dead. 

It does look like, at this point, that Dr Franklin won't be involved in circumventing the prophecy that if Sheridan goes, he dies. So I am left to wonder how it will be fulfilled and then sidestepped! Knowing Sheridan's wiles, it'll either be incredibly petty levels of pedantry, overwhelming force, or overwhelming force from an unexpected direction and source. 

Centauri Prime looks...glossy. 

The Emperor is Cartagia. I will try to remember this. Londo has met him twice: one when he was a drooling infant, and once when he was "15 and trying to look up the skirts of the court ladies,." delightful. He is incredibly pretentious. 

He actually puts his fucking finger in one of the ladies' mouths while talking about walking among the common people in his short crest. So, so cringe. She seems to be into it. 

I hate Centauri court already. :| Luckily, Londo also hates it, so we can be comrades in arms in this terrible place. His suffering makes him more tolerable for sure. 

Vir has been collecting information from Londo's Shadows contacts while he's gone! And they're coordinated enough to report what happened in the last episode with a high degree of accuracy. The chasm he jumped into is two miles deep. That's only a little short of falling the height of Mt Fuji. And Susan has a sad about her friend. :/  Little does she know, he's gonna be resurrected.

Fucking Morden is here to make Londo's day a little better. And oh my god, he got fucked up. But the Shadows claim he'll "be better soon." Better be dead soon! >.> Emperor Cartagia knows about Morden, so he claims. And he's made a deal with the Shadows - the Shadows are putting ships around Centauri Prime.

New prophecy prediction: Londo's going to murder Emperor Cartagia. Still not sure if he'll be the direct successor, though. Logic says yes, but drama says maybe-no.

Delenn wishes to speak with not-Kosh, but Lyta says no. not-Kosh doesn't speak. Hasn't come to any council meetings, won't return Delenn's calls. Until he does speak! He knows what's up, but won't do anything. He calls Sheridan irrelevant. And says that Sheridan's actions opened an unexpected door. So although there was a prophecy that Sheridan would go to, and die on, Z'ha'dum, he carried it out in an unexpected way? That's cool. Vorlon-stymying machine, that one!

But with how he's dealing with Delenn, he's sure destroying some of her respect for the Vorlons as an elder species and demigods of the universe. 

 So funny that Zack Allen notices someone's in Garibaldi's quarters by seeing the door half open. Since when to the doors ever do anything but open and then close again immediately. lol. 

G'Kar is searching his quarters and they have a friendly chat. Ahh and here's the famous scene about Daffy Duck being described to G'Kar as a god of frustration! That's pretty good. 

Is...is G'Kar saying that he owes Garibaldi, and his new mindset he got from being in prison...in a good way? yikes. Anyway, he's off to find Garibaldi. It would be pretty funny if, as serenely as he describes his new quest, he also carries it out thus. Then serenely punches Garibaldi after he rescues him. haha. But that won't happen, I'm sure - they've seemed to be on good terms, and the show really doesn't seem to understand what horrific injustices they are putting the Narns, and G'Kar, through without any thematic wins. 

Emperor Cartagia is not only allowing Shadows to post ships around the planet, but also a palace to stay in. 

He's a megalomaniac with literal delusions of impending godhood. "I've known all my life that it's what I was born for." WHAT. 

"When I become a god, I will forgive you your rudeness, Mollari. [...] For now, I will simply try to forget it." lololol

ah! not-Kosh is sucking Lyta! And not in the fun way! She does not look well. She's 'carrying him with her', and not in the same way she 'carried Kosh'. Hm. Mysterious telepathy and mysterious Vorlon shit. Oh - and I didn't notice till she put on her environment mask, but not-Kosh was making her freaking stand in the wrong atmosphere for her while he used her strength! Seriously messed up. Is not-Kosh about to be the first Vorlon of the second war of the shadows to defect?? Or just an example of "With friends like that, who needs enemies,"?

I. Don't believe that Vir sleeps with his crest up. Or that it stays up in anyone sleep. It's just hair! Like, even a mohawk but up with elmer's glue gets crushed if you squish it in your sleep, no? There's just no way. That's too silly and literally in a show of silliness, broke my suspension of disbelief, hah. 

Susan Ivanova claims she hasn't slept in seven days???? GIRL. Susan-Lyta bonding time going on. Rather, Susan is describing an existential crisis, but in the most melodramatic way possible. And says when her dad was going through it he would drink vodka before bed to keep the wolf away. Hm. Alcoholism runs in that family, judging by the glass also in Susan's hand. She's feeling rough! 

Lyta has a mission in mind. She says Kosh was sensitive to both Lyta and Sheridan, so if she gets near Z'ha'dum she might be able to sense if he's alive or not. Susan says, hmmm don't think telepathy works like that. Authorized. And Delenn and I are coming too. 

Lyta is confidently exhibiting Psi confidence I would not attribute to The Gathering Lyta. I think she's grown to well above Psi 5.

This is genuinely quite tense. Lyta's eyes went all black. Delenn is trying to reach out with or through Lyta, which is also something I was pretty sure telepaths couldn't do. 

And now Susan is joining in on being eerie. 

The Shadows have sensed them. They are looking. ANd Susan says she has been here before. Instead of running, Susan ordered the ship to descend. And then! They jump away!

Lennier was s m a r t. He programmed the ship to jump back to B5 if he didn't hit a button every two minutes. So while they all got long distance hypnotized or some shit, past!Lennier saved present!everyone. Go Lennier! 

So the Shadows are not only weak to telepaths, but they also have some sort of telepathic ability. Not the way the lower species' telepathy works, but more like an individual nightmare that draws each one in separately. Spooky as fuck.

But from the lack of response from Sheridan, they've concluded he's dead. Or Susan has, at least, I don't know if Delenn will give up hope or not. I kinda think Lennier won't. I think Lennier will always choose hope. 

Probably Sheridan staggering through a tunnel on Z'ha'dum. What did he drop, tho. I don't recognize the metallic, squarish, long and thin object. end teaser interlude.

"Vir, when you are mad you say these things the way you or I would talk about the weather!" -Londo, filling Vir in on the situation that Londo created with his string of disastrous decisions

Ugh, Londo speaks in quotations. So quotably. He says that Vir is his friend in a flowery way. And asks for help. And Vir's like "dude...when have I ever not helped you." and Londo's like "fantastic, we need to plan a regicide." Poor Vir. Always getting dragged into terrible situations. By Londo. 

Susan Ivanova's personal log: I need to plan war things. And I need help. I know where to get help. And I need to stop being sad that o Captain my captain! is dead.  honey. :(

New alien ! On Z'ha'dum. Sheridan has memory issues. But was still able to find fuel for a fire and start one. His fire-sharing companion gazes deeply at him, stroking one ear. 

yesss that's the way to build tension right at the end of an episode. The ole gaze-staring ear stroke. ._. 

Lol. It was a good episode! It'll be fun to see how the new season's arcs get set up and what I can figure out!

next!

[itsquakey]

Say it with me.

Did Opal-Owl-Flight groom minors? NO

Did Blue-Jester groom minors? NO

Did they go too far up by making a lot of very questionable sex jokes and showing imagery that is suggestive to minors? YES

Are you kidding me??? I was aware that the words “Groomer” and “Pedo” are thrown around just like that on the internet. But…holy shit. So what are these two being accused of? Well. Grooming. Because they were saying some very out of pocket risky jokes and had art that is risky (According to sources of both sides no actual porn was posted, just risky content in which you could argue teeters on NSFW because remember, not all NSFW is blatant porn. It’s a spectrum.) Okay so let’s look at the definition of grooming here. According to Oxford Dictionary grooming is the attempt to form a relationship with someone for them with the sole intention of sex or being in a sexual relationship with them.

From interviewing both sides as well as looking into the two hundred paged doc (which we will get there soon my friends), there was no instance of grooming here, they didn’t try to get closer to these kids to try and use them for sex, the closest thing you could tie that to is the pinup drawings, which I don’t even think Opal or Blue knew what they were doing when they posted that. Oh. And one more thing.

Hey owl. I know we’re mutuals and all. And I saw you already fixed this but I feel the need to say it. You are an adult. I am an adult. We should not be throwing the word groomer around especially when you are in contact with the doc maker and likely already read it all. I understand grooming is a very serious thing however we should remain mostly neutral if not stand our ground a little bit but be open while we listen to all sides of the story before jumping to conclusions.

So what about the doc? Hey where did it go? Yea it got deleted or just taken off public view from what I’ve seen. If I were to take a guess…it may or may not have to do with the lack of censorship when it came to the minors in this situation! Yes, they did not censor a large amount of the minors interactions in this doc opening them up to harassment. I know one of these minors and went to them in hopes of them telling me more. But guess what? They did what most kids would do in such a situation and freaked out, which was my fault for trying to do such a thing without thinking. These kids are basically open to a rain of gunfire now because of no censorship. I thought we were trying to protect them? What’s up with that? I don’t consider it doxxing as doxxing is the reveal of personal information on the internet/ to the public. The info of those minors were public in a way. But it’s still VERY scummy whether or not the doc makers knew that. And to add onto this, according to a few people some or all of these screenshots were taken out of context. I was not given any further proof so take it with a grain or salt. If the doc maker is reading this. I’d recommend actually taking time in making that doc better because all it does is make you look aggressive even if you may have a point in some things. Or just… go to those involved and try to fix it in private so unneeded drama like this doesn’t happen.

Opal, Blue, any other adult who happened to be heavily involved. I understand sex jokes = funny. I understand we can go too far. Hell. This situation made me realize I did a similar thing a while back and how it was not at all cool of me to do. I know that sex humor is a staple in minors and at the end of the day we can laugh about “magic condoms” or how much of a slut Mago is. Here’s the thing. I do think you guys went too far. A sex joke or two is funny and not out of the ordinary (again, I have I think a couple of those on my account if you look hard enough) and I know it’s easy to go take a couple steps too far from the path. What I want you lads to do is be aware that a lot of the more raunchier jokes and images wasn’t okay around minors and you need to take responsibility for it. No defensive words. Just say “Yeah I messed up, but guess what. I can fix this” and I’m not just expecting this just out of you, I’m expecting this out of the other side and those who jumped on these claims without looking into them. Here is an idea for you, what can possibly fix your issue with regards to content within your server. Make a 18+ channel or a series of them, having them locked and people only allowed in by mods who give it a green light when the person wanting in is 18 or older. That way you can post content and make jokes to your hearts content without worrying about these folks calling you groomers. Worst case scenario you get called a degenerate but I mean…come on. If you’re a degenerate then I am 100x more of one judging by the jokes and content I’ve made in the shadows. The adult channels is something I’ve seen in multiple Kirby servers and if you plan on keeping your current server or moving to a new one to protect minor identity keep that idea of mine in mind please. This is kinda like the maturity option on tumblr posts, which if you haven’t used yet for spicier content I highly recommend!

And this is just for Opal. Hey, I wanna say this so you don’t catch flack for it later but author doesn’t equal character is not an excuse in this situation. I understand the thought process of this, but keep in mind you are the one speaking through Magolor. You are the one who wrote him to have this character and you should be very aware that if you use that excuse on anyone who isn’t as open as I am they will likely just completely believe you are trying to save your own ass.

FYI If later on in the timeline it does come out someone here no matter what side they’re on is actually grooming minors with undeniable proof, they’re going to have to deal with my ass and the cops.

I don’t think I will be involved in drama again, unless it’s of this magnitude in which I’d highly recommend saying your prayers because I will not be nearly as nice as I was in this post.

TLDR: Opal and Blue aren’t groomers, stop throwing that word around. Everyone in this situation is at some sort of fault and should just take responsibility like a fucking adult instead of excusing and worming their way around it.

Please do not contact me unless you are involved in this drama or are a close mutual of mine. I’m afraid I may blow up on you because my fuse has been eaten up by the flame of this situation. Goodnight Tri-State area.

Edit: Please read comments and tags as they share different opinions and may cover things I didn’t cover or may have gotten wrong. Thanks.

[mobscene-london]

BASIC INFORMATION:

NAME: Carla Beneventi-Vespucci.   AGE: 32. PLACE OF BIRTH: Launceston, Massachusetts, United States. AFFILIATION: The Sovrani. OCCUPATION: Lawyer; public defender. FACE CLAIM: Greta Onieogou. AVAILABILITY: TAKEN.

BIOGRAPHY:

“You know you don’t have to come with us, right? Your life is here, my love.”

“A life where I spend every day worrying about what’s happening to you guys?”

There she stood, with her hands on her hips, and defiance in her words that she’d learned by heart from the woman before her. Like mother, like daughter…

And no matter what people said—no matter the looks they might’ve received over the years—she was her mother. It was a great source of pain when anybody doubted it.

From the very start, it’d been the Italian who had raised her; though never through any fault of her biological mother’s. It was just one of those unfortunate things. Frieda had been sick, and Allegra had been her best friend in the entire world. Without any family to fall back on, and with so much love for the small human she had been blessed enough to spend three painfully short years with, she had pleaded with the woman she trusted most to take care of her child when she was gone. People were so quick to paint the Italian as a heartless monster, but Carla knew better. There was no way she would be half the woman she was today if Allegra hadn’t made that promise.

“Your father and I will be fine.”

“And what if you’re not? What if something happens and I’m stuck here?”

It was a terrifying thought.

Whilst Carla didn’t remember anything of Frieda—the only knowledge she possessed at all coming from the memories and photographs Allegra happily shared with her—the bond she had with her mother was unbreakable. And that wasn’t to say that she didn’t love her father and her sister, too, because she absolutely did. With her whole heart. But there was something special between them. The woman was her mother, her best friend, and her mentor all rolled into one, and whilst it pained her to wonder what might’ve been had Frieda lived to raise her, Carla knew that she was blessed to have been taken in by the family she had. So much so, that being without them for the first time in her memory was a dire prospect.

Being a member of the Vespucci family was a privilege for all, not just the girl who had ended up there by a twist of fate. Her parents had done well to hide the reason as to why from her for as long as possible, though. It’d been disappointing to find out they’d kept it from her; that, far more of a blow than realising her family was about as involved with the mafia as was humanly possible. Of course she’d heard rumours, but she’d always just thought people were teasing her. Carla wasn’t angry with them. Any hurt had been short-lived because as was always the case, they had only been doing what they thought was best for her, and how could she be upset at that?

Her parents just wanted her to do better. To be better.

“If things get too crazy, we’ll come right back home.”

“You say that like I don’t know you. I know you won’t turn your back on Vincenzo right now. I know that he needs you there, and that’s okay. Just let me be there, too.”

Thanks to her family’s wealth and influence, Carla knew she’d lived an utterly privileged life. They could afford to send her to the best schools, to buy her the best clothes, to take her on the most wonderful family vacations to Rome. And whilst she would’ve been a fool to pretend she didn’t love every moment of it, the best part of all was that she felt so unconditionally loved. Perhaps, in ways that some children never even felt with their biological families. With her parents also came the extended family—both Vespucci and Auditore. Maybe some of the people in their home borough of Valence raised an eyebrow at them wandering around with a child who looked like her, but the family never had. Not once. And she was damn sure that if they’d ever caught word of someone treating her with any less respect than the rest of them, there would’ve been hell to pay.

In all honesty, Carla had never had any intention of following in their footsteps, though. Her parents needn’t have worried. Whilst she didn’t condemn what they did for business—how could she when everybody good in her life was a part of it, too?—she would’ve never had the heart to do it herself. Allegra and Michael had wanted better for her, and she was happy to oblige. With smarts, strength, and a whole load of ambition, she instead set off for law school, and it fit her like a glove. Life had blessed her in ways she could never be thankful enough for, so maybe she could start by giving a little back in defending the people who needed it most.

“Has anybody ever told you, you’re incredibly stubborn?”

“Wow, wonder where I learned it from? Look, we only just got dad back. I don’t want to lose him again. You know I always keep myself safe, and there’s no way it can be any worse than Launceston. Maybe I can even help the guys out whilst I’m over there.”

It wasn’t as if she’d never done it before.

Wearing the name Auditore or Vespucci in Sovrani circles was akin to being royalty. But whilst some played on that knowledge to prime their egos, she never had. It might’ve been one of the reasons even the lower ranks had seen her as so approachable. The reason she called so many of their loyalists friends. Michael hadn’t been too keen on that. Even from prison, he’d always made it clear that whilst he wouldn’t tell her what to do—she was an adult who could make her own decisions—he didn’t want her associating with the Sovrani any more than she already was. Even when it was just to offer a little friendly legal advice or some representation for their more minor grievances…

Carla had always been a kind soul, though, and he only had himself to blame for instilling that in her. From her mother she gained her ambition, her strength, and her smarts. From her father she gained her humility, her generosity, and her good heart. The two had always complemented each other in the most admirable way, and it was only proven by how their two daughters had turned out. Everybody who didn’t hate the Italians on principle alone adored her because it was impossible not to. And that made her so happy. She loved to be around people, she loved to be around her family, and she loved to be the person they could turn to when they needed help.

By the sounds of how things were going in London? They needed it there, too.

The fact so much of her family had uprooted itself to go there had been a difficult pill to swallow. Eventually, many of her closest friends had followed, too. It dawned on her quickly that almost everybody in her life was affiliated with the Sovrani, because people outside of it were too intimidated by her familial connections to give her a chance. Staying behind without them would be lonely. Hearing about them getting hurt without her being there to help them out, frustrating.

And that was precisely when she’d made her mind up.

Carla had no interest in war, nor did she have any real interest in leaving Launceston behind for somewhere like London. But as the people she loved started leaving the city one by one, she realised that even though she adored her life just the way it was, it was mostly because of the people in it. The sheen was dulled by the day.  

It didn’t really matter whether her parents agreed or not, and they all knew it.

As kind of a soul as she might’ve been, as the legal world already damn well knew: if she wanted something, she wouldn’t stop until she got it.

Like mother, like daughter, remember?

“You promise me you’ll come home at the first sign of trouble?”

“I promise, mom.”

“Fine. Make sure to pack an umbrella.”

SOCIAL CONNECTIONS:

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single. FAMILY: Allegra Vespucci (adoptive mother), Michael Beneventi (adoptive father), Rosa Beneventi-Vespucci (adoptive sister), an amount of cousins and second cousins so large it could only be Italian. CONNECTIONS:

Vincenzo Vespucci: Second cousin, good friend. More of a protective older brother than a cousin, but she can appreciate that he's always looking out for her in a less-invasive way than if she actually had a mob-affiliated big brother. Carla loves all her family unconditionally...but if you were allowed to have favourites, Vincenzo would definitely be hers. Though she knows he doesn't need to hear it, thus will never tell him, she worries about him now he's leading such an unpredictable city.

Greta Sorrentino: Best friend. Whilst her family is undoubtedly the biggest reason for making the trip from Launceston to London, Greta is a close second. They met on their first day of school and have been utterly inseparable ever since. Even though she took a much more involved stance with the Sovrani than Carla did, it's caused surprisingly few problems during their friendship. Greta is a little shit, but she always has her best friend to keep her in line, and everyone is grateful for it.

Aria Rossi: Good friend. Where she and Greta might be polar opposites, Carla gravitated toward Aria because of their similar nature. They're both kind-hearted souls in a world filled with growingly few, and sometimes it's refreshing just to be around somebody who isn't constantly preoccupied with the mob wars unfolding around them. They've grown so close over the years that Aria's son affectionately refers to her as 'aunt Carla'.

Patrizia Pecatti: Mentor. It's a role Patrizia seems to have fallen into both begrudgingly but affectionately. There are few in the legal sphere more cut throat than Patrizia Pecatti, and whilst some of the lines she toes for the people she does makes Carla uncomfortable, she can appreciate it's always for the benefit of the Sovrani. She's learnt much from the older woman (both career-wise and how to balance the lives they lead with the family they're apart of) and if she pursues the ability to practice law in the UK, knows Patrizia can and will help secure her a position at the prestigious Bennett & Gallagher firm, no questions asked.

[workersolidarity]

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ISRAELI OCCUPATION FORCES ANNOUNCE THE DEATH OF ANOTHER OCCUPATION SOLDIER IN INVASION OF THE GAZA STRIP

The Israeli occupation authorities have announced the death of another soldier involved in operations penetrating the Gaza Strip in Israel's ongoing genocidal war on the Palestinian enclave.

The soldier's death marks the 188th Israeli soldier killed in the fighting in the Gaza Strip.

The name of the soldier who was killed in the operations is as follows:

☠️ Major General (resp.) Andoualem Kebada, from Kiryat Gat, a fighter in the 603rd Engineering Battalion, 'Saar Megolan' formation (7), fell in battle in the southern Gaza Strip, 21 years old in Nofolu.

Kebada was posthumously promoted to the rank of "Major. General (resp.)" from Sergeant, and notice of his death has been given to the family of the soldier.

#source

@WorkerSolidarityNews

[weecherylita]

Sources for UK citizens to contact their MPs/ministers about the situation in Palestine

Template letter to MP calling for ceasefire

Oxfam petition calling for ceasefire

Amnesty International guide to writing to your representatives

Oxfam is also running an emergency appeal for Gaza.

I'm just sort of reeling in horror at the moment at the way my government, large parts of the UK press and most of the political establishment is reacting to events in Gaza.

They have no problem recognising and condemning the atrocities committed by Hamas, but largely shy away from calling out the atrocities committed by Israel. Even though those atrocities are causing a humanitarian crisis. Even though 800 scholars in international law and genocide studies are saying that the Israeli forces are in danger of committing genocide.

UK politicians keep saying that the Israeli response should be in line with international law, and then fail to point out all the ways in which it isn't.

They frequently fail to highlight the wider context of the fighting or call Israel out on any of their human rights abuses, recent or historical.

It is sometimes difficult to know which media outlets or individuals to trust. I do tend to trust the humanitarian and human rights groups though.

So, two reports on the illegal system of apartheid which sets the wider context for this situation:

One from Amnesty International

One from Human Rights Watch

A recent investigation by Amnesty International found "evidence of suspected war crimes" committed by Israel, because of their indiscriminate bombing.

Collective punishment is also illegal, such as the current blockade on Gaza.

The continued historical pattern of kicking Palestinians out of their homes and building on their land is illegal.

And then there's this frankly harrowing report on the current situation from Oxfam:

"Oxfam has been providing humanitarian relief for people caught up in war for decades. We do this in Somalia, Yemen and Syria, and we have been doing this in Palestine for decades. But what is happening in Gaza today is unprecedented.

Elsewhere, my brave colleagues would be running relief services; in Gaza today they are running for their lives. Elsewhere, we would be in constant touch with them; in Gaza today their phones are running out of battery because electricity has been cut off. Elsewhere, we would share our location data with combatants to keep staff and civilians safe; in Gaza today, no one is safe.

The humanitarian rulebook has been thrown out, and polite pleas from politicians to “minimise civilian fatalities” are naive at best, and at worst seem blind to the unimaginable horrors already taking place in Gaza.

...

"The situation when it comes to water is potentially even more deadly. More than 2 million people, half of them children, are being denied one of life’s essentials; they are forced to drink dirty water or go without. Without working toilets and with waste accumulating in the streets, Gaza risks becoming a breeding ground for cholera and other deadly diseases.

According to the UN, at least six of Gaza’s water wells, three water pumping stations and one water reservoir have been damaged so far. All three of its desalination plants have stopped providing water due to a lack of fuel and electricity; all six of its wastewater treatment plants are now non-operational. There is no water for 3,500 inpatients in 35 hospitals, and around 400,000 internally displaced people sheltering in 160 schools are at immediate risk. The UN estimates that people in Gaza now have access to an average of just 3 litres of water a day when a person needs 50-100 for basic health needs.

Attacking, destroying or rendering civilian infrastructure useless is a breach of international humanitarian law. That Hamas is holding hostages is truly appalling; the atrocities committed by them against Israeli civilians heartbreaking. Neither fact, however, justifies the collective punishment of 2 million people or negates the responsibility of Israel to meet these basic needs for civilians. Palestinians in Gaza have literally nowhere to go, and no one seems willing or able to help as families face death by dehydration and disease."

And yet Rishi Sunak dares to say that he trusts Israel not to endanger innocent civilians - unlike Hamas.

I'm reeling from the ignorance/hypocrisy.

I'm just finding it very difficult to stomach that my country is turning a blind eye to genocide and somehow claiming the moral high ground whilst doing so. It's distressing enough that this is happening at all, but when my country has the power to act and fails to do so, I feel that I have a moral responsibility to say something.

So if you can, please do speak up. Tell your elected representatives to do better. Condemn the Israeli response, let aid in, ask for a ceasefire and and end to the illegal occupation and system of apartheid.

[ominouspositivity-or-else]

“Seeing exceptions will never cause these people to rethink the rules they make up.“ But my sister in Christ, do not these “rules” apply to the Catholic Church to an extent? The Church has certain ideals of male and female behavior, there is a “complementary”masculine/feminine complementarity” and “natural law” and “traditional gender roles” are held as the ideal. I can provide evidence of this from magisterial Church documents. I admire the Church it’s just that I have a lot of confusion regarding certain topics, gender roles being one of the biggest. I’m aware the Church is not so shallow as to say “women cannot be intelligent/men cannot be emotional” and has always educated both sexes, it doesn’t think “women are actually sinning if they aren’t doing x job exactly” but it still upholds the general trends that differentiate men and women, which logically leads to the idea “men are x and women are y by nature”. Which is true, men and women are, in general, different, both physically and psychologically . This has been an endless source of confusion for me. This is also why I wonder about how many Catholics on this site seem to reject gender roles altogether which seems antithetical to Christian history (and indeed all history, all cultures have gendered divisions of labor and gender roles). For the record I’m not a particularly “masculine” man either.. so it does affect me..

My brother in Christ, of course there are differences between men and women. Spiritual, psychological, physical. I don't? Believe? I've ever said otherwise?

But what I usually say is that your masculinity and femininity is deeper than toys, books, and clothes. It's deeper than colors, than emotions, than personality types. You're inherently male because you are a man. Congratulations. If you are wholly being truly yourself, you will be a masculine person, simply because that's what you are. Likewise, if I am truly being myself, I will be a feminine person, because that is what I am. We are both created in the image and likeness of God, meant to do different things in this world, but like.

The way you cut your hair doesn't factor into your masculinity of femininity. Whether or not you wear pink doesn't factor in.

You're a man by the virtue of being one.

And none of this is to say you don't have a role that's specific to your masculinity. Of course you do! You're made to fight and to protect and to love! You're made to be a father just as I am made to be a mother.

But what I think you may be seeing a lot of on my account is not the degradation of roles that belong to the sexes properly, because I don't believe I've ever reblogged a post about how "the wife should be in charge on the home" or how "a man should obey his wife", but rather that society's ideas of masculinity and femininity are so screwed up that we reduce our ideas of what it means to be male and what it means to be female to a simple stereotype.

Because you know what? Boys can like pink and play with dolls. Girls can like trucks and monsters. None of those things make them any less of what they were created to be.

When I was a little girl(to this day, ngl to you) I always fell more in line with my male peers versus my female peers. I've got a personality that has more stereotypically masculine standings, I've got a brutal honesty to me that some women have a hard time with. I never liked dolls in the way that my female friends did, but then again I never played with them like my brother did. I have a more masculine style of dress but I like my hair long. I don't like make-up or fashion or shopping or stuff. None of that stuff makes me less feminine. Nor does liking that stuff make someone MORE of a female.

That's all I try to say.

As far as legitimate roles for each sex to play, there is definite places for that, and it specifically in my opinion exists in the construct of the family. It's not "women sit down and bite your tongue in work meetings", it's "wives, listen to and respect your husband's for they are the symbol of Christ to you and your kids."

The gender roles exist naturally and for good reason. Makes your relationships healthier if your wife is on the same page as you and is willing to let you take the lead. Likewise it's a more healthy relationship if your husband is willing to take the lead and your advice as well, to lead the family where all of you need to go.

But that dichotomy seems to exist outside all the surface level stuff.

Your wife could cut her hair into a buzz cut and wear combat boots and a military jacket. She's still your wife, and she ought to listen to you.

Your husband could paint his nails, grow his hair out long, like pink. He's still you husband, and he should love you like Christ loves the church.

Men and women are different creatures, but I think a lot of what you're seeing, anon, is our unwillingness as a group to fall in line with the idea that there are surface level boxes on what make men men and women women.

There isn't a check list. There are things you are called to do depending on your sex, but that's deeper than how you style your hair or how often you cry. I think that's what you might be seeing.

My advice is to try to separate gender stereotypes and gender roles! Ik it can be difficult but like. Don't let society tell you what to do and who you are. Let the Lord do that!

Lmk if I didn't answer this enough, or I was too broad. Praying for you, anon! God bless!

[quillheel]

well he doesnt count in that generalization obviously. his sexuality is none of your business but if it WAS your business he'd be straight. mhm. least fruity man to ever exist he might as well have been named after plywood mhm yep

[flyonthewallmedstudent]

Chlamydia Trachomatis

Can't blog about gonorrhoea without at least a brief mention about Chlamydia.

Risk groups: Sexually active and under 30 Concerningly, it's usually asymptomatic (90% are asymptomatic), but can have severe/significant complications if undetected and untreated (i.e. infertility, pelvic inflammatory disease etc.)

Prevention: Active screening of anyone under <30, pregnant patients in clinic etc. Related to Chlamydophila Pneumoniae (atypical 'walking' pneumonia) and Psittaci (bird infection, causes resp illness psittacosis) Is an atypical bacteria, no cell wall, so penicillins have no effect. It has a lipid rich membrane. Gram stains negative (Pink), much like gono. Clinical presentation: Source: QHealth

ANyone with a human body can also get laryngeal chlamydia (so painful throat) from oral sex, and conjunctivitis (similarly, oral sex)

IMage source:

Pregnant women are routinely screened and treated, as it can also result in neonatal conjunctivitis during vaginal delivery, usually presenting 2 weeks post partum.

by the way, koalas also get chlamydia..

Investigations: - gold standard testing is PCR swab or NAAT (Nucleic acid amplification test) Also test for: - concurrent gonorrhoea (treated with ceftriaxone)

Complications if left untreated: Pregnancy: low birth weight infants, pre term delivery, as above, neonatal conjunctivitis Pelvic inflammatory disease --> which can lead to abscess and infertility via tubal damage from inflammation

Epididymo-orchitis --> painful, swollen testicles, can feel like a testicular torsion presentation is a differential for this

Rarely, but can happen: reactive arthritis. painful, red, hot swollen joints from immune complexes, sterile on testing fluid MCS from joint. usually resolving post infection, even more rarely can lead to long term inflammatory arthritis needing long term immunosuppression as guided by rheumatology. Treatment: 1 g of azithromycin as a stat dose, PO (blissfully simple) alternative is doxycyline 100 mg BD for a week, but I rarely see this prescribed. Given it is an atypical that won't respond to pencillins or cephalosporins. For adherence it's better to just go with the stat dose unless there's contraindications to azith (prolonged QTc etc). As it often co-occurs with gono, they're often tested together and treated together. With gono it's IM cef, 500 mg

Contact tracing is always incredibly important in STIs - need to trace back partners up to 6 mos Sexual contact - none for 7 days post therapy, and not with partners from the last 6 months until they've been screened and treated if positive. there's no immunity post infection, and re-infection is common. interestingly re testing at 3 months is recommended.

REsource: JAMA

CDC guidelines/free Free - Australian STI guidelines

Summary from JAMA on X:

[crazydoughnutlady]

Part two of RAEsed in the end

master list

TWs discussion of death

When Ghosty first awoke he was warm, a sensation he hadn’t felt in quite some time. peeling his eyes open he looked up to a moss ceiling lined with purpur and endstone brick. looking up at the green squishy block of the overworld the day previous came rushing back to him. Being released meeting Rae and Centross. Rolling out of bed his feet carefully touched the cold stone of the floor. The beds of the end were a different style to that of the overworld, a thin line of squishy leather over stone complete with a roll of that, same leather for a pillow. However, this bed also had a line of leather for a blanket, which surprisingly kept in some warmth.

Opening the door to the room, he was greeted with a hallway, where, directly across from him was another door, and then to his right was a third door at the end of the hallway however, to the left, he could see the hallway continue to stretch on perhaps the others were down that way? Walking down the hallway. He came to a wide-open room that he as the room he arrived in. A large purple room with endstone and amethyst accents and a moss carpet and a moss roof. These two really liked moss. There were two doorways from this room the one directly across the way he came, which seemed to lead into a library the other, which was closed.

Slowly creeping into the library, he was taken aback by the sheer number of books. In the center of the room was a small desk where the ender hybrid was busy scribbling away.

“hello?”

“AAAA” do you watch does the quilt flew up into the air and very paper scattered as the hybrid jumped in his seat. “Oh, you’re awake. You scared me half to death.”

“Oh, I’m sorry I-I can go if you’re busy” Ghosty nervously stammered, feeling bad for ruining his work.

“no, no you’re fine! Centross probably would’ve dragged me to take me on a break soon anyway.” The hybrid's face began to blush a light magenta. “Actually, why don’t we go to the garden together I have a feeling you’d like it”

“You have a garden?” At the thought of the garden, his best friend, the Lady of the world appeared in his head. he shook those thoughts from his head. After all, it would probably be filled with plants from the end. What kind of plants grew in the end anyway?

Ray lead the way leading out into the main room and then turning to the closed door as he opened the doorway, Ghosty’s breath was stolen away as a large green area filled with towering trees and plants of every kind growing he saw all sorts of flowers, rows of tulips and sunflowers, and orchids, even a few moon daisies. Glow berries! so many glow berries it seem they were the main light source, along with shroom lights. They even had a Nether area!

“Pretty great huh? It’s Centross’s pride and joy.” Rae explained with a soft smile on his face.

“Well yeah, I spent most of my life getting it to be this way! This is my baby. I’ve been caring for it since… since I was very little.” The man in question came around the corner, carrying a hoe with a small dog trailing after him.

“Hi, this is amazing. Reminds me of being outside in the overworld going on adventures”

“You’re an adventurer?” The ender hybrid’s green eyes stared expectantly. Does he ever blink?

“Yeah, I used to go on adventures and then usually came back to my best friend.”

“Oh, what was her name?” Rae had pulled a book out of somewhere and was apparently writing it down.

“She was called a Lady of the World because that’s what she was whenever she was happy the sun shined so brightly and when she was upset, thunder and lightning struck the ground below her.”

“You said was, if you don’t mind me, asking what happened to her?” the purple-veined overworlder asked curiously.

“She died. She died in my arms.”

“I’m sorry for your loss I don’t remember my parents or anything about the overworld. That’s why I research it so desperately.” Rae smiled politely his face turned down to the ground, a common sign of respect for end citizens.

“Well, that is enough of that! Let me show you around the garden!” Centross, spoke up, grabbing Ghosty's arm and dragging him off. Rae laughed and followed behind.

It continued like that for a few days. Ray being dragged out of his study by Centross. Ghosty and Centross wondering about the garden and talking. Ghosty and Rae relaxing in the library. Ghosty especially enjoyed spending time with Rae. It was cute when he mumbled himself while working. he also met their two pets. Hope the small dog that followed Centross on the first day along with Bucket, the sassy book-loving cat.

It was on one of those relaxing simple days, he was spending time with Centross in the garden.

“Hey Centross?” the adventurer, quietly asked

“Yeah Ghosty?”

“I think Rae once mentioned that you guys came from the overworld, What happened? If you don’t mind me asking”

The farmer sighed, “I remember it he doesn’t and it should stay that way. It’s not a pleasant memory. Now, are you gonna help me with the sunflowers or what?”

Nodding Ghosty got onto his knees and began to help with the weeding. some of the dandelions had gotten into the sunflowers pots and it was causing problems. He had never been good at farming, or with plants, those have always been the Lady of the World’s thing, but he was happy to help Centross where he could.

***

It was a normal day to their knowledge. The three of them had no knowledge about how in the overworld fall was creeping up. No, and despite Ghosty, having celebrated All Hallows Eve before and Rae having read a few books on it. None of them had any idea about the holiday going on in the overworld. that was until a young Nether hybrid appeared right in the center of their living room.

“Sherbet, Momboo, Haley, anyone?” The child called out.

“Umm... hello, you’re in our living room.” Ghosty eloquently spoke up.

“Oh, umm… hello I am Athena. Any pronouns”

“So we’re just introducing ourselves to the child that appeared in our living room? Whatever Centross he/they”

“I’m Rae he/him”

“Ghosty, he/him”

“OK, so can you tell me where I am one minute me and my friends were doing this spooky haunted house that showed up in our town and now I’m here.” Nether hybrid’s, tail flicked back and forth.

“You’re in our house in the end.” Rae explained. “how you got here is very confusing, it doesn’t match up with how Enderian said people get here through the portal filled with the Eyes of Ender. Then you would have to somehow get to our house, which is very difficult…” Rae begins to mumble to himself incoherently.

However, before he could mumble for much longer, Enderian appeared scaring Ghosty. “child of Netherum how you have been brought here is a mystery to me. However, do not worry you are safe, you will be watched over by Centross and Rae.”

“Who’s Netherum?” the hybrid, looked up at the tall, scary goddess with a confused pout. “and can I just go home”

“No child, you are safer here” and with that, the 7-foot goddess disappeared.

“Rude.” They said, with a deepening frown.

“yeah, she does that even to us.” Rae, said with a kind smile, walking over to the hybrid. “Come on, I think we can set you up a room maybe some lava since you’re from the nether?”

“I’m from the Nether?” Athena looked up at Rae with a startled and surprised look.

“you didn’t know you were from the nether?” Rae responded with an equally surprised look.

“Let’s just get your room set up. I think I can steal some lava from the potions room if I could get Epros to teleport me there again…” Rae and Athena trailed off down the hallway.

“Well, it’s been a day,” Centross said, turning to Ghosty.

“Yeah… you wouldn’t mind me laying down in the garden.”

“No, not at all. I force Rae to sleep there all the time when he refuses to go to his real bed.” the farmer smiles at the adventurer.

“YOU HAVE A CAT!!!” the excited squeal of the youngest member of the household echoes down the hallway!

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Children have better lung function if exposed to vegetation close to their homes in the first ten years of life

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Findings support families moving to greener areas, but also highlight the need to create more green spaces in urban areas

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[violets-funhouse]

Fun Fact!

the hindi alphabet is in fact organized by where in the mouth you pronounce it!

So first of all, vowels and consonants are arranged separate.

The latin??? alphabets go a b c d e f and so on, with consonants and vowels all mixed willy nilly (is that how you say that).

In hindi, they are separated into two sequences. All vowels have an alphabet, all consonants have an alphabet.

Disregard the vowels for now

there are 33 consonants, arranged in 5 groups of 5, and then 2 groups of 4

each row of 5 is basically all the sound you can make from a particular part of your mouth, and the row of 4 is how an open sound is made in those parts in that order (I'm explaining more below, dw)

eg. the first row is

क for the c sound in cow,

ख for a much harsher, throatier c sound, like the kh in khan

ग for g soung like garden

घ for the gh sound of ghost

ङ is that one sound you make if you try to say the n sound but at the same space you say the prev four sounds, like ng in sing

Basically the velar region in the image by @allthingslinguistic

this pattern stays for the first five rows, the 2nd row covering ch as in chew, its throatier version, j as in jug, its throatier version, and the weird 'if you pronounce n in that area" (palatal region)

and so on

3rd -> t as in tinkling + throatier, d as in down + throatier, weird n -> alveolar region

4th ->th as in think + throatier, d as in hindi + throatier, n as in no -> interdental region

(5th -> p + throatier(which is basically f), b + throatier and ma) -> bilabial

now the next row is basically mouth sound from 4 places in that order which is y, r, L and v (how much pressure of the tongue is required to the roof of the mouth to pronounce them, etc)

(palatal, post alveolar, alveolar, and labio dental resp)

and after that there are two different sh sounds (the one in should and the one in asia), the s sound like snake, and the h as in half

i find it really cool

if anyone wants to talk about the tamil alphabet and the fucking weird ways they are pronounced, i would be an inferior source, but i can try.

(to anyone who knows hindi, im ignoring ksha tra gnya shra because they're all just joined compound letters there's not need like ksha = क्+ष्+अ and so on for the entire last row so suck it up buttercup)

The International Phonetic Alphabet consonants found in English, with keywords and relevant parts of the mouth highlighted and colour-coded. (Source.) 

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The Experience of Listening to the Quran While High and Smoking

The Quran is often seen as a source of comfort, guidance, and peace. For many, it's a powerful way to connect with their faith, find clarity, and experience a deeper sense of spiritual well-being. But what happens when this sacred text intersects with modern, often controversial, habits like smoking and getting high? This topic is surprisingly common but rarely discussed openly. Let's dive into the experience of listening to the Quran while high and while smoking, what it means, and whether it aligns with the spiritual journey intended by Islam.

A Different State of Mind

When people engage in smoking or getting high, their state of consciousness changes. The mind might feel more relaxed, thoughts can become more fluid, and there's often a sense of heightened awareness or introspection. For some, this altered state may seem like an opportunity to dive deeper into the Quran's verses, hoping to connect with the words on a more profound level.

However, it's important to ask: does this really bring you closer to the message of the Quran, or is it clouding your understanding? When listening to the Quran while high and while smoking, you might experience a temporary sense of peace or even a profound feeling of awe. But this feeling may not be as genuine or as lasting as the calm and tranquility that comes from engaging with the Quran in a clear and sober state of mind.

The Sacredness of the Quran

The Quran holds a special place in the hearts of millions. It's not just another book to be read casually; it's a divine guide meant to illuminate the path of believers. Listening to the Quran while in an altered state could be seen as disrespectful to the sacredness of its words. Islam encourages a state of purity and mindfulness when engaging with the Quran. This means approaching it with a clear mind, a respectful heart, and a genuine intention to learn and reflect.

Smoking or using substances that alter your consciousness can interfere with this state of mindfulness. Instead of opening your heart to the true message, these substances might distract you from the deeper meanings of the Quranic verses. The Quran is best understood when you are fully present, both mentally and spiritually.

A Personal Journey of Faith

For those who are struggling with habits like smoking or using substances, it's understandable that the Quran can feel like a beacon of hope. You might even feel that listening to it while high or smoking helps you relax or cope with life's challenges. But perhaps there's a different way to approach this. Instead of turning to substances for comfort, why not turn fully to the Quran itself? Let it be the source of your peace and healing.

It's never too late to start your journey of faith or to find ways to deepen your connection with the Quran. If you're looking for a way to learn more about the Quran and explore its teachings with sincerity and clarity, you can visit Riwaq Al Quran. They offer online courses that are accessible, personal, and designed to help you grow in your understanding of the Quran, no matter where you are in your faith journey.

Finding Real Peace and Clarity

While the immediate effects of listening to the Quran while high and while smoking might seem calming, it's worth considering whether this is a sustainable or healthy way to engage with your faith. The Quran's messages are meant to guide us towards a better life, filled with inner peace, purpose, and clarity. These benefits are best experienced when you're in a clear and focused state of mind.

Imagine the kind of spiritual growth you could achieve if you approached the Quran with a pure heart and a sober mind. The peace you're searching for is already within the verses of the Quran, waiting for you to discover it in its purest form.

Moving Towards a Healthier Spiritual Practice

If you've been listening to the Quran while high and while smoking, it might be time to reflect on how this practice aligns with your spiritual goals. Islam teaches the importance of purity in both body and soul. Embracing a lifestyle that reflects these values can lead to a deeper, more fulfilling connection with the Quran.

Take small steps towards change. You can start by setting aside a few minutes each day to listen to the Quran when you're completely sober. Notice the difference in how you perceive the words and their impact on your heart. Over time, this practice can help you break free from the need for substances and develop a more meaningful relationship with your faith.

Conclusion: Choose a Clear Path

The journey of faith is deeply personal, and everyone is at a different stage. If you've found yourself listening to the Quran while high and while smoking, recognize that there's a more fulfilling way to connect with its teachings. The Quran offers timeless wisdom that can transform your life, but only when approached with a clear mind and an open heart.

To deepen your understanding of the Quran and explore its beauty without distractions, consider checking out the resources available at Riwaq Al Quran. They provide guided courses that can help you connect with the Quran on a deeper level, fostering spiritual growth and clarity.

Take this as an opportunity to reset and refocus your spiritual journey. The Quran is a powerful guide, and it's never too late to embrace it fully, with the respect and mindfulness it deserves.