#rip lance he would love to be a woman

[hypfden]

The gayest sketch ever

My brain did a thing. Now both of em are two women. Enjoy genderbent gayness. Soon more gender bent.

Reblogs are essential :3

[mauvemischief]

ok but please imagine you are Keith Kogane who has never had a real family before (the one time you even got sort of close it was brutally ripped away from you) and then in walks this mismatched people (some of witch are an alien species) who insist on standing beside you no matter what happens, alien blood, evil aliens with the same blood, the world falling apart around you, they stick by your side. and even when you think they won't Lance McClain tells you that he believes in you and will have your back and follow you anywhere and then you take the time learn the intricacies of Lance's own heart in return and realize that you aren't that different from one another and you make sure Lance always feels wanted and like he has a place on the team you built together. Then you save your home planet, you and your new family, together, after what has been some of the impossible challenges of your life just for him to turn his back on you and profess his love to a woman who never gave him the time of day and frankly was the root of a lot of his issues with personal inadequacy. Imagine she says that she loves him too and you're forced to watch as someone who you thought would always be there for you chooses someone who will never appreciate him as much as you do. and just like that you're alone again, having lost your humanity and nearly lost your brother, reeling from PTSD and the weight of the entire universe on your shoulders, the only person who you thought had your back, and maybe felt something more picked someone else over you.

oh and now you have to fly back in to space together, you and Lance, and his new girlfriend and somehow end the longest most bloody war the universe has ever seen. But you just got your heart broken.

[leclerc-s]

reluctant parents

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he said, 'amor, i have a surprise for you.' i'm patiently waiting to see what it is. update: the surprise is just lando... again 🙄

penelope trevino quick, when someone says, 'i have surprise for you' what does one normally think?

rowan todd well, last time pierre told me that we got a dog, so a dog.

natalia ruiz a dog, charlie did the same thing.

zoya torres well he said 'we have a problem' and it was his parents, whom i was meeting for the first time ever.

mick schumacher considering i told freya 'i did a thing' and i had gotten angie, i'd think a dog.

daniel jones-ricciardo i got a cat the last time she said that.

daphne jones-ricciardo i got a heart attack because it was followed by the words 'i got in an accident'

penelope trevino I TOLD YOU TWO!!

lando norris but aren't i a nice surprise? penelope trevino you have a girlfriend, spend time with her for the love of god. bailey winters he just tells me to spend time with max and p so he can spend time with his boyfriend.

carlos sainz but amor, you love lando!

mae jones-verstappen praying carlos sainz lives to see another day.

isabella perez he may have survived appendicitis but he will not survive pissing off penny.

pato o'ward he's about to learn that you never piss off a mexican woman. dulce perez rip carlos sainz, you would've hated to see max win another gp

gael perez rip carlos sainz, oscar can finally let out a sigh of relief

oscar piastri why am i always getting involved in shit?

lewis hamilton does carlos hate oscar because lando loves oscar and carlos wishes that was him?

fernando alonso he wants that mclaren seat back sebastian vettel you two are the biggest instigators in this group chat. fernando alonso it's a talent

rhys jones it's like watching a tennis match but only one cares and the other doesn't

penelope trevino BACK TO MY PROBLEM PEOPLE!

lance stroll carlos has attachment issues and lando imprinted on him like a baby duck.

pierre gasly alternative: carlos and lando have been cheating on their girlfriends with each other.

bailey winters i hate that i can actually believe that. penelope trevino why is that actually believable?

carlos sainz we are not that bad.

zoya torres if trevor noah can make a joke about lando looking like more of a couple with his former teammate (carlos) than his own girlfriend (bailey) it's bad.

lando norris we may have a problem.

penelope trevino you think?

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he's crashing another date. i could probably hurt him. i may be smiling but i need a bottle of patron to get me through the day. she's going to kill me. mclaren you know who to blame when i mysteriously die

penelope trevino quick, say something so i won't kill lando.

rowan todd you'll go to jail?

penelope trevino not good enough

isabella perez jesus will never let you forget this.

penelope trevino we're getting there.

zoya torres you'll never be able to see little jewel again?

penelope trevino thank you for that reminder zoya.

bailey winters i can call his mom for you? that's what i tend to do when he pisses me off or i call ria and she reminds him that i wrote a heartbreaking album about him.

bailey winters and if none of that works i call max, who laughs in his face for hours on end.

daphne jones-ricciardo or you could talk to them, like normal people

penelope trevino you think i haven't tried that yet? it's impossible to get through to them daph!

dulce perez they're like his work parents, he needs them around 24/7

isabella perez personally, i wouldn't let this slide.

mae jones-verstappen throw him into the slammer!!

natalia ruiz all of you guys have third wheels that suck. i love my third wheel.

penelope trevino not all of us can have a joris natalia!

natalia ruiz at least it's lando and not like pierre, who would be an annoying third wheel.

rowan todd okay, that's my boyfriend nat.

natalia ruiz you cannot be publicly defending a man who makes 🐶 jokes or calls himself tripod

bailey winters EMBARRASSING!!

rowan todd your boyfriend would rather spend time third wheeling his best friend than spend time with you.

bailey winters

rowan todd never make fun of me again bailey.

mae jones-verstappen she was obviously starving

isabella perez somewhere on the coast.

rowan todd you two are comedians.

daphne jones-ricciardo i see now why this group chats is named what it is.

daphne jones-ricciardo you're all fucked in the head.

natalia ruiz daphne's never one to reply but she always roasts the shit out of us.

penelope trevino i'm just resigned to the fact that lando is never going anywhere.

penelope trevino he is my sea urchin.

daphne jones-ricciardo this is why lando always crashes your dates.

dulce perez it's an irrational fear daph!!

daphne jones-ricciardo NO THE FUCK IT ISN'T!!

zoya torres so many problems so little time to digest it all.

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penelopetrevino photo dump but half of it is me with a beer (my only company because carlos always ditches me for lando) and the other half is carlos with his true love (lando)

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landonorris i am his true love, glad to see you finally admitting it

↳ penelopetrevino go spend time with your own girlfriend. rowan's roasting her in the groupchat.

↳ pierregasly WHAT GROUP CHAT?

↳ isabellaperez ABORT MISSION!! THEY CAN'T KNOW!!

↳ alex_albon FAKE PEOPLE EVERYWHERE!!

user26 i would rather die than let this happen to me.

↳ user60 what makes you think penelope has a choice in the matter?

↳ user26 that's very true

user89 those texts from lando are foul!!

baileywinters i say we dump them and date each other instead.

↳ penelopetrevino now that's a good idea.

↳ landonorris hold up what?

↳ carlossainz55 no.

user02 and when these two get married is lando going to interrupt the wedding for shits and giggles?

↳ landonorris that's actually not a bad idea.

↳ penelopetrevino you pull that shit on my wedding day and i'll hurt you.

patriciooward personally i would run him over with my car but that's just me.

↳ landonorris STOP GIVING HER IDEAS!

baileywinters contrary to popular belief, we do actually spend time together.

↳ user57 i would've thrown hands if norizz was neglecting his relationship to crash carlos' dates

↳ landonorris why am i always getting threatened with violence?

↳ isabellaperez because you pull shit like this.

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¡disclaimer! this is in no way making assumptions about the people involved in this story, this is all fake. it is a fanfiction please don't take any of what is said seriously. this is all for entertainment purposes and as a creative outlet for me. enjoy!

[shakemelikeasnowglobe]

F1 driver duos and the booktropes I associate with them

Max and checo: not a booktrope but you know those oscar bait movies about a person pursuing something to his own destruction being the best but also being doomed like I,Tonya yep those movies both of them are those movies

Lewis and george: gay book writen by a white woman who was raised on yaoi and tumblr shiping 2014, Its painfully British and might be a larry stylinson fanfic has a cute dog and the author is eventually canceled on Twitter for the age gap.

Carlos and Charles: not a book again but telenovela romantic pairs, Charles is the good boy the protagonist will end with carlos the second evil boyfriend who will eventually team up with the vilaness to break them apart.

Oscar and Lando: just heartstoper core mindless teen fluff who will win the GlAAD award of unburied happy coming of age gays

Lance and Fernando: all the daddy Dom mafia millionaire boss ceo booktok brainrot but somehow in both ends of the relationship.

Yuki and Daniel : like early 2010s young adult pre teen emotional coming if age Novel writen by someone trying so hard to be John green it will include some profound analysis about life and meaning tumblr would love for the quotable phrases then Hate it because they eventually realize the characters did some fucked up shit.

Bottass and Zhou: that one book your very obnoxious book friend will recommend saying it's very good but it's just a soft thriller from 1980 about a teenage boy obsessing and stalking his low key weird neighbor and about 300 pages of heavy handed love and murder metaphors involving deers bears and bunnies by the end you really don't understand what is about but the subtext it's actually good

Pierre and Ocon: both are secondary love interests on a book that once was a wattpad original they only exist so the actual main love interest looks good so they are an inch above absolutely dreadful still main love interest is so bad they are considered good by the haters.

Logan and Alex: both are wattpad Born lover boys in different books Logan it's the secondary love interest who was actually the good option but he is against a tatoo covered dark haired asshole so he loses meanwhile Alex is in those quirky mindless fluff books that it's almost all pining he id basically a manic pixie dream boy.

Hulkenberg and kmag: weird mommy erotica you will find in that old single aunt room about vikings and pirates or both hallmark style holydays books about finding love for the ripped blond lumberjack in a small town, or a gay erotica actually written by a gay man who skips the fluff and its mostly about hot ripped blondes getting down to business.

[paper-mario-wiki]

what's ur favorite erb?

i dont have "favorite" as much as i have "the ones i watch every now and again".

"Blackbeard vs Al Capone" i might just like the way EpicLloyd speaks as Capone, but i also cant help but be utterly entranced by a shouting match between to middle aged men who want the other one to be scared. Favorite verse: Capone 1 (of 2)

"Wonder Woman vs Stevie Wonder" although this one still has the signature simple and cheesy bar structure that ERB is known for, this is PEAK in terms of performers. nicepeter and epiclloyd (the main guys) are great, but after the first 30 videos it became very easy to detect their individual deliveries and cadences. t-pain is pretty iconic in his performance of stevie wonder. Favorite verse: Stevie 2 (of 3)

"Stephen King vs Edgar Allan Poe" watzky was unfortunately cursed by god to forever look like a little twerp, but he works with it really well and it fits very well for the real-life twerp that was Edgar Allan Poe. and zach sherwin is always a charismatic force to be reckoned with, his uniquely clever writing style and flow shining. Favorite verse: Stephen King 2 (of 2)

"Steven Spielberg vs Alfred Hitchcock" this one's just good fun. its a little battle royale among a bunch of really famous pop directors. i know that the character-appropriate cgi background is a staple of post-season-one ERB, but i really appreciate these ones specifically for some reason. Favorite verse: Alfred Hitchcock

"Kryptonite" this isnt an ERB and is in fact a completely unrelated normal rap song but i was listening to this one today. my oldest brother listened to a lot of rap when i was young and this one was one of his favorites. i remember listening to it all the time when he would drive me to blockbuster to rent gamecube games. i didnt listen to it for a few decades, but i looked it up on youtube a few weeks ago on a whim and i really liked it a lot. it's all about smoking weed which i love doing, and the chorus is really catchy, plus the instrumental is one of my favorites. Favorite verse: Big Boi 1 (verse 3)

"The Joker vs Pennwise" both rappers somehow look like different versions of matpat in heavy makeup, and joker works in a natural "we live in a society" which i like. i think that's all i got for this one. Favorite verse: Joker 3 (of 3, because this is the one with the we live in a society bar, but all of his bars were actually really solid)

"Tony Hawk vs Wayne Gretzky" another one for the "zach sherwin is one of the best thing ERB has" pile. he delivers in a quaint (if a bit cartoonish) canadian accent a scathing comparison between the actual real-life achievements and significance and skill between the two actual athletes. which i think is very spiritually fulfilling considering the name of the series. Favorite verse: Wayne Gretzky 2 (of 2)

"James Bond vs Austin Powers" might unfortunate austin only gets 1 verse because it's far and away the best part of this one. aside from a clever pussy eating joke near the end between the two feuding bonds. Favorite verse: Austin Powers

"Nice Peter vs EpicLLOYD 2" this is an actual real-life catharsis event between the main two artists behind ERB who seemingly put very real and deep-seated creative and personal frustrations they have with each other into their verses, plus a very real burnout over this series that they put all their money on being The Big One, creating a legitimately tense feeling in watching their performances. for reference, Peter rips on how Lloyd is an alcoholic and is unwilling to let the channel grow or change, and Lloyd talks about how Peter is obsessive and manipulative, referencing a real life issue involving a friend they fucked over in the separate video he appeared in. Favorite verse: Lloyd 1 (of ??? this one is almost a duet at times really)

"Babe Ruth vs Lance Armstrong" this one is specifically here because babe's second verse goes extremely hard in an almost uncharacteristic way for a series with very middling raps in general. Favorite verse: Babe Ruth 2 (of 2)

i could keep going i think but i just scrolled to the top of the list and my face flushed with embarrassment at how long its getting so im gonna end it there. you get the idea.

[linksthoughtbrambles]

When It Sounded Like Joy

A mini-fic for @zelinkcommunity Zelink Week 2024 prompt reunion. TotK, 750 words.

Link awakened to wind curling his neck toward his chest, fluttering his arms (both his!) beneath blue sky, and he jolted, twisting groundward, the rush of wind in his ears deadened by the horrified cacophony in his blood at the sight of Zelda, tiny and plummeting far below; he snapped straight and dove, air ripping his cry skyward, struggling toward a perfect streamline while trembling as he never had in combat, helpless against gravity’s snare on her body, but he—would—never let her fall again and he willed it so: piercing the atmosphere, his eyes blue lightning rushing groundward.

Link's heart buffeted his chest as her outline crept closer, as he registered her shut eyes and limp form—this time she was helpless, and he never in ten thousand years would’ve imagined her that way, his Zelda who always led the way, who stayed awake a hundred years straight while he slept, who struck the final blow against Calamity Ganon; for her to be entirely at the mercy of free-fall without even her brilliance between her and death filled him with pure terror (she’d saved herself before, saved herself, because he couldn’t, he couldn’t)—all he could do was be the living arrow, target in sight.

He could see the teardrops painted on her cheeks as he reached for her, air an enemy striking his hand, but he clasped hers on the second try, hope a lance through every nerve as he pulled her tight against him, fused and flying true; they plunged with a low boom into the water where she should have taken a sleeping breath and flailed for air, even in sleep—but she didn’t.

Link swam her to shore with a soul full of dragon’s tears, the lake full of his own as he carried her through the shallows, refusing to look at her, to see her breathless body, to find she'd broken on impact or that he’d pursued only her lifeless shell, all that remained of a woman who’d died many tens of thousands of years ago when she’d swallowed a stone.

He laid her down in the caress of soft grass, crushing his shudders of grief, preparing to see her face ashen and body still when her voice shocked him immobile, his eyes snapping to the green of hers with a flood of joy blanketed by disbelief; he watched her rise like the parting veil before a dream, his mouth falling open at the sound of his name on her lips, and only after she smiled at him did he realize he feared to touch her again—feared breaking some spell his own mind had woven, that his arms might pass through her, that he might catch lips of formless air with his own.

He stared at her, mute and bereft, while she spoke.

Her smile grew in the way it always did when she found him at a loss for words, and a moment’s silence became her step forward, her arms thrown warm about his neck, their slight weight resting on his shoulders, her tone a sudden uncertainty, a confused tremor jolting his paralysis from him—he embraced her, warm and loving as he should have the moment she woke, because of course she’d awakened: his Zelda, too strong to die with the Calamity’s hands at her throat for a century, or even at the hands of the centuries themselves, eons passing only for her to emerge as young as the day she’d left him, untouched by age, not because she’d swallowed a magic stone, but because she was its true wielder.

Link’s knees gave in to supplication at her feet. She followed him, pulling him to her chest in the grass as he wept, as her tears found the crown of his head. When he tried to say ‘I love you,’ he said, “I missed you,” instead, and he wasn’t sure why, but the truth of it had lain buried so deep it burst out with irresistible force.

“I missed you too, Link,” Zelda said with a kiss to his forehead, her lips soft, Link’s eyes a new wellspring dedicated only to her.

The ‘I love you’s arrived much, much later, after so many other words stopped and started in a fervor to fill the chasm left in each by the other’s absence, when each knew the other was safe, whole, and well—when ‘I love you’ no longer sounded like grief’s desperate denial—when ‘I love you’ sounded like joy.

[esther-dot]

Any thoughts on Sansa saying she wants the Great Sept burned? Is she a witch?

Dontos nodded. "He made a great pyre of the trees as an offering to his new god. The red priestess made him do it. They say she rules him now, body and soul. He's vowed to burn the Great Sept of Baelor too, if he takes the city." "Let him." When Sansa had first beheld the Great Sept with its marble walls and seven crystal towers, she'd thought it was the most beautiful building in the world, but that had been before Joffrey beheaded her father on its steps. "I want it burned." "Hush, child, the gods will hear you." "Why should they? They never hear my prayers." (ACOK, Sansa IV)

No, I don't think she's a witch, but there is something to her wishes coming true:

I hope he falls and shames himself, she thought bitterly. I hope Ser Balon kills him. When Joffrey proclaimed her father's death, it had been Janos Slynt who seized Lord Eddard's severed head by the hair and raised it on high for king and crowd to behold, while Sansa wept and screamed. later -> Morros dropped his lance, fought for balance, and lost. One foot caught in a stirrup as he fell, and the runaway charger dragged the youth to the end of the lists, head bouncing against the ground. Joff hooted derision. Sansa was appalled, wondering if the gods had heard her vengeful prayer. But when they disentangled Morros Slynt from his horse, they found him bloodied but alive. "Tommen, we picked the wrong foe for you," the king told his brother. "The straw knight jousts better than that one." (ACOK, Sansa I)

Now, he didn't die, but I still think that's the beginning of a fun little pattern.

Across the city, thousands had jammed into the Great Sept of Baelor on Visenya's Hill, and they would be singing too, their voices swelling out over the city, across the river, and up into the sky. Surely the gods must hear us, she thought. [...] ...toward the end, she even sang for Tyrion the Imp and for the Hound. He is no true knight but he saved me all the same, she told the Mother. Save him if you can, and gentle the rage inside him. later -> Her throat was dry and tight with fear, and every song she had ever known had fled from her mind. Please don't kill me, she wanted to scream, please don't. She could feel him twisting the point, pushing it into her throat, and she almost closed her eyes again, but then she remembered. It was not the song of Florian and Jonquil, but it was a song. Her voice sounded small and thin and tremulous in her ears. Gentle Mother, font of mercy, [...] She had forgotten the other verses. When her voice trailed off, she feared he might kill her, but after a moment the Hound took the blade from her throat, never speaking. Some instinct made her lift her hand and cup his cheek with her fingers. The room was too dark for her to see him, but she could feel the stickiness of the blood, and a wetness that was not blood. "Little bird," he said once more, his voice raw and harsh as steel on stone. Then he rose from the bed. Sansa heard cloth ripping, followed by the softer sound of retreating footsteps. later -> "It's done! Done! Done! The city is saved. (ACOK, Sansa VII)

Twofer! The people are saved and the Hound's fury/assault ends in him weeping.

Not sure if we should count this one, she did want to kill Joffrey back in AGOT and she thinks about praying for Margaery's protection from him, but I can't remember a specific wish in ASOS:

Sansa followed unresisting. I could never abide the weeping of women, Joff once said, but his mother was the only woman weeping now. In Old Nan's stories the grumkins crafted magic things that could make a wish come true. Did I wish him dead? (ASOS, Sansa V)

Martin is even playing this game in TWOW!

This time her eyes met Harry's. She smiled just for him, and said a silent prayer to the Maiden. Please, he doesn't need to love me, just make him like me, just a little, that would be enough for now. later -> “I hope you joust better than you talk.” For a moment he looked shocked. But as the song was ending, he burst into a laugh. “No one told me you were clever.” He has good teeth, she thought, straight and white. And when he smiles, he has the nicest dimples. She ran one finger down his cheek. “Should we ever wed, you’ll have to send Saffron back to her father. I’ll be all the spice you’ll want.” He grinned. “I will hold you to that promise, my lady. Until that day, may I wear your favor in the tourney?” (TWOW, Alayne I)

The guy is charmed. Oops, I almost forgot the best example:

Frog-faced Lord Slynt sat at the end of the council table wearing a black velvet doublet and a shiny cloth-of-gold cape, nodding with approval every time the king pronounced a sentence. Sansa stared hard at his ugly face, remembering how he had thrown down her father for Ser Ilyn to behead, wishing she could hurt him, wishing that some hero would throw him down and cut off his head. But a voice inside her whispered, There are no heroes, and she remembered what Lord Petyr had said to her, here in this very hall. "Life is not a song, sweetling," he'd told her. "You may learn that one day to your sorrow." In life, the monsters win, she told herself, and now it was the Hound's voice she heard, a cold rasp, metal on stone. "Save yourself some pain, girl, and give him what he wants." (AGOT, Sansa VI) later -> much later -> much much later -> Janos Slynt twisted his neck around to stare up at him. "Please, my lord. Mercy. I'll … I'll go, I will, I …" No, thought Jon. You closed that door. Longclaw descended. (ADWD, Jon II)

I understand that politically, it would be a mess for Cersie to blow it up a la the show, and she'd lose all support blah blah blah, but I think the Sept will burn. Maybe that's later during Dany's great kaboomb of KL, but I'd kinda hate it if it was burned as part of everything and didn't get singular focus. Martin so frequently references Ned's death on the steps of the Sept we have this feeling of it being a place of horror and great injustice, and I'd like it to be a real moment. I would find it rewarding if it was Cersei, because she’d unwittingly be carrying out a wish of Sansa’s, a form of justice for the Starks. Also, we have that whole scene of her being enraptured by the tower of the hand burning, she has her own trauma tied to the Sept now, and in her scene of shame, she sees Ned and Sansa, so it’s all very present even as late as ADWD. And we know Martin is prepping another wish coming true in TWOW:

👀👀👀 Regardless of when/how, I do think Sansa will get her wish regarding the Sept and Harry (although I’m sure that one will upset her, she’s very soft-hearted!)

Again, not because she's a witch, because of the author's interest in justice and also, part of his series long project of unwinding simplistic beliefs and notions to replace them with a much more complex truth. Not to say people are dumb to believe in the first place, but more of an examination of faith and how prayers being answered can be the mystical explanation for a something that someone does for us, or we might even do for ourselves. As in, it was Sansa's longstanding kindness to the Hound, the relationship she built with him as well as her treatment of him in the moment that saved her from him.

[tiny-maus-boots]

Darkest of Nights pt 17

A/N: I'm so grateful to everyone that is still patiently waiting and reading. A huge thank you to all the folks that comment. Y'all are so nice. And the hugest thank you to @chloes-yellow-cup and @kimmania for always listening to my wild HCs and encouraging the wording. I love you awesome nerds.

Aubrey

If anyone had told her a year, a month, or even the very last week that she would be eagerly drinking down the blood of a necromancer, and one of the Michile clan at that, she would have laughed. No. She would have laughed at the thought that she would leave her tomb at all. But this…if someone had dared tell her that she would be doing this she would have ripped their throat out for the blasphemy. 

And now here she was, forced to accept Beca's offering, despite her weak attempts to stop the other woman. It wasn’t just her fear of hurting Beca during a feed, it was also her fear that she would lose herself to the lure of necromancer blood once again.

A lure that had led her down a path of madness and grief for more than 500 years after losing Harun. She wasn't sure she would survive that again. In fact she was certain she would not. 

Aubrey fought against the thirst that threatened to consume her body and soul but Beca's blood was too intoxicating and she needed it so badly. The blonde greedily drank down every precious drop with a soft possessive growl at Beca's command to drink.

The necromancer's blood was so ripe with power that it bit and stung its way down her throat. The discomfort gave her pause a second before Beca’s energy crashed into her. Aubrey’s body arced up stiffly with the force of it as the power fed life into a vessel too long without.

She was healing at a rate she had never known before even with strong fresh blood. Aubrey’s lids grew heavy and she closed her eyes. She had no need to see, every cell of body was acutely attuned to the point where her mouth met Beca’s arm.

Harun had been a powerful and well practiced necromancer but he had never been full of this kind of power. She felt the power of every generation before Beca's cresting over her again, ready to smother her should the necromancer desire it. Aubrey opened her eyes slowly as the distance between Chloe and Beca closed. She reached out blindly to find Chloe’s free hand, their fingers grazing over each other just as the redhead's lips fluttered timidly against Beca's. 

Had she breath in her lungs it would have rushed from her body with the shockwave of power their kiss brought. But for the tether of her hand in Chloe’s she would have been lost in the ether of eternity. Aubrey clung to that thread that hummed with an energy that was all Chloe. She followed it blindly to the source and felt the connection deepen and swell around her.

It was as if her world was righted and she could sense past the blinding radiance of Beca’s power to the woman herself, adrift in the overwhelming loneliness and loss. Not just of anyone she had ever loved but the loss of childhood, the loss of belonging somewhere to someone. The loss of anything that meant a home. Family.

Aubrey had spent many years on her own in exile but Chloe had always been there. A warmth in the cold of isolation. Beca had spent her life with nothing. No people to call her own. No haven to find rest in. No love to guide her home. Well and truly alone against the world. Pain lanced through her core and echoed through Chloe. Their fingers twined together as they shared one thought and one voice.

You will never be alone.

We are with you. 

We are yours.

It was a truth she could not and did not want to deny. Each moment they had spent together had drawn them both in and bound them to the smaller woman. It was more than the pull of her blood. It was all that Beca was, and all she could yet be. Yes. They belonged to the necromancer as she belonged to them.

Aubrey found herself reborn and full of the strength of Beca's power. Full of power and life. She was drunk on it and nearly lost but for the flutter of Chloe’s hand squeezing hers. The vampire’s eyes snapped and she forced herself to break away from the lure of fresh blood. 

The energy around them shrank back and she should have realized the warning in it. But she was too sluggish by far to prepare for the backlash of power that crested and crashed into them and pulsed out with enough force to blow out all the windows around them.

Out of instinct alone she threw herself possessively over Beca and Chloe and snarled as the door slid open to the VW. She was still unfocused and blood drunk after her feeding but she could sense them outside the van. Vampires. Many vampires. Chloe was struggling under her, hampering her ability to get at the foes facing her. Aubrey let out an enraged roar, feeling her horns pierce and tear through her flesh as easy as a sharpened blade. 

In the scramble to get free of Chloe her hand rolled over the hardened steel of her ax blade. She didn’t dare take her eyes from the vampires awaiting her outside the door. Her hand skittered along the handle of her ax until it was firmly in her palm despite the fact that there was precious little room with which to swing it. Aubrey lunged forward out of the van and found her body tangled up and drawn down to the hard ground. 

They grappled and rolled, disorienting her further. Aubrey’s hearing was mostly a hum of muffled sound past the thunderous beat of Beca’s heart, and while vision was blurred she could still feel them there, surrounding the van. Surrounding her. Hands curled around her horns and gripped, wrenching her head around to stare at the figure on top of her straddling her body. 

Lips crashed against hers with the force and intensity of a starving vampire. Recognition blossomed as the tether between them vibrated with need. Chloe. Aubrey's struggles slowed and weakened until she melted into the other woman's body.

Chloe broke the kiss, leaving them nose to nose, her hands still curled gently around Aubrey’s horns. She could see nothing but the pools of blue she found herself drowning in. 

"Hey you."

Aubrey blinked rapidly to clear her head of the haze of being blood drunk. "Wha…"

"We're safe here."

Safe. It took too long for her to remember why she had been concerned about their safety and Chloe smiled at her confusion. Aubrey tipped her head back to look around and suddenly realized what had panicked her before. Vampires. Ones that were familiar to her, for good or ill, these were her own people. One large, broad shouldered man with a braided beard kneeled easily before her, head bowed.

“Einar?”

“My Queen.”

A rustling sound from the carriage made them all look at Beca struggling to sit up and scramble out from her prone position. Chloe eased off Aubrey’s body and moved to help Beca stand on unsteady feet. The necromancer shuffled forward, leaning into Chloe for support. 

“Did you just say Einar. As in…Einar The Lonely? As in…”

“Once, but no longer. Not in many years. You must be the lost daughter of the Michile clan, the one who drained a nest of vampires without so much as a ritual."

His voice was a low resonant growl when finally spoke. Aubrey could hear the strain as he fought not to react to the enticement of necromancer blood fresh on the air. That he struggled at all was enough for her to roll to her hands and knees, fitting her body between Beca and the rest of the vampires with a warning growl of her own. 

Beca’s steps steadied as she moved forward. She placed a hand on Aubrey’s shoulder in a silent request to be still. The blonde slowly stood but she didn’t take her eyes off the vampires in front of them.

“It wasn’t a personal attack.”

“That isn’t an apology.”

“Dad! Stop it!” Chloe huffed and stomped a booted foot on the ground. “We were saving Aubrey.”

“Wait...did you say dad?” Aubrey was just fast enough to catch Beca as her knees buckled. “I think I need to sit down, and maybe a transfusion.” 

She felt so small in Aubrey’s arms, so fragile. The vampire rose with the necromancer in her arms and snarled. Several of the ones standing behind Einar’s still kneeling form stepped back with nervous titters of whispers. Some of them looked in horror as several sluggish drops of blood fell from Beca’s arm and landed on the hard ground. It angered her and burned away some of the haze that feeding had brought. 

“You kneel before me, yet demand an apology?”

Einar’s head rose quickly then dropped again as he realized his mistake. Aubrey carefully transferred Beca to Chloe’s arms before standing directly in front of him. To his credit he stayed still but she could read the tension in his body, waiting for her to strike at him. 

“My Queen, I meant no disrespect. You must understand…the violation…of draining us…”

“As we have drained countless to their deaths in our many years? At least you yet live.”

For now. She didn’t have to say it for the words to hang heavy on each vampire there. Chloe cleared her throat to break the tension and stepped forward past her father to a set of metal doors set in the wall. Aubrey didn’t flinch at the chime of bells she couldn’t see but it was a near thing as the doors slid open to reveal a lit compartment. Chloe stepped in with Beca and winked a teasing challenge at her. 

Aubrey stepped in and turned quickly to eye the vampires watching them warily. She didn’t blink until the doors slid closed and a disembodied voice announced they were going down. One hand reached out to tentatively touch the glass walled compartment then jerked back when they started to move with a speed that caused her stomach to lurch. She flinched again when the descent slowed and the chimes rang out again. The doors slid open with an oddly clipped announcement that they had arrived without any indication of where that might be. 

She was hesitant to step out and follow Chloe but the doors started to close and it made up her mind. Aubrey leapt out and gave the doors a nervous look before dipping her head in gratitude. 

“Thank you.”

“Hey Horny…you know you don’t have to thank the elevator. It’s kind of its job to go up and down.” 

The vampire reached up to touch her forehead and frowned when she realized her horns were still protruding from her skull. A faint blush rose to her cheeks and she lifted her chin defensively. 

“Manners matter, Beca.”

Both women giggled at her response and she raised a brow. Beca reached out a hand and Aubrey took it. Warmth surged between them as if a circuit had been closed and tension she hadn’t realized she was carrying slid off her in a cascade. Chloe made a soft humming sound of approval and led them through a maze of hallways and chambers until they reached a private room that was warmly lit and dressed with comfortable furniture.

“What is this place?”

Chloe shrugged as she carried Beca into a room with a large canopied bed and gently placed her in it. The redhead turned and took in their surroundings with a soft smile and gestured. 

“Welcome to my home. Technically it’s a secret base hidden 15 stories underground but it’s home.” 

Beca sat up in the bed and stared at the far wall then turned saucer wide eyes on Chloe. “Is…is that a minotaur's head hanging on the wall??”

[randomgentlefolk]

CPC CHAPTER 154

Blaine and Lance 😭 I feel bad that their scene in this chapter gives me hope.

I know this isn't a good time for this but OHO?? 👀 Suzanna why does it seem like you're only worried for Lorena? Maria is there to, you know.. *COUGH COUGH*

Are..are they putting the bandage on the armor..?

Nah they did Lorena dirty by putting that freaky mask on her 💀 I say, Let her bite!

Wait so Leland is planning to rule 2 kingdoms at the same time? Or is he going to give the Plaid throne to Blaine? I don't think Blaine is in an exactly healthy mental state though.. Uh but it's Leland anyway. What did we expect.

I just can't imagine him wearing pastel ಠ⁠_⁠ಠ

Can you imagine him wearing pastel? I can't.

Haha everything might be going along with Leland's plan right now, but the second Frederick's crew came in, Well we'll see what happen :)

Speaking of the Omniscient Clam, I'm still wondering what connection it may have with green eyes and a piece of paper that is seemingly inside the green eye?

Something related to golden, green, and paper would be Frederick because of his golden hair, green eyes, and his love for book (paper, especially considering the ripped papers from his past in his dorm).

I remember theorizing something about this, but I forgot :') maybe if I remember it later I will post it.

Oh wait so he's planning to leave Jackie in the prison/dungeon to die? Well that was expected but still..damn, Leland 💀 (i wanted to say a dark joke but nah)

FREDERICK BEING A LEADER!! I knew his management skill would come in handy in this war thing!! Is. Is Aurelia going to melt the whole door..? Wait no nvm I think she's just gonna melt the side lol. Really thought she was gonna melt the whole door there 💀

Hm, I wonder if Prez's birth pill is working. I mean, I dunno. The side effects are accurate to what was prescribed in the label, but who knows. Maybe she's gonna transform into a giant spider mid-battle? Or maybe, half spider?

Oho? I see Saffron is blushing haha. The probability that he might have a crush on Syrah is hilarious to me considering their past. Or maybe it's another plot twist and is just going to be something silly?

Uhh okay I can never understand politic/royalty stuffs so I might need someone to explain this whole parliament thing to me..

LANCE. I BELIEVE IN LANCE. Right now he doesn't have any confidence, but I have hope that when Frederick break in, he's gonna join him.

Okay, allow me to be a Blaine fan real quick:

THAT'S! Those eyes are filled with pain! I can sense it jekwwmw he. I love him okay. This panel gives me hope. I think Maria will at least forgive him a little? Considering her sympathizing expression.

Uh, limoncello is an alcohol, right? Okay limoncello is made of lemon zest. Correct me if I'm wrong because I'm too tired to research. Anyway, lemon peel is highly flammable. So I'm just guessing here. Are they going to make fricking molotov cocktail?! THAT'S SO COOL. But at the same time who in the world knows how to make a molotov cocktail there? Whitney? The old guard? Syrah?

JAMIE AND LEOPOLD IS HERE!! Took them long enough lmao. And this whole time, Jamie knows?? I guess that explains why he never says anything even tho Gwen was thinking about the cpc while making the brownies.

Seeing her reminds me of the theory in discord about how this woman might be Lance's mother because of biological similarities.

I wonder what Isolde is preparing? Maybe something related to that parliament thing?

Ughh that's all for today I'm so sorry but my eyes really hurt right now from all the screen times I'm sorry again uh I'm gonna sleep now.

Mono out! (Not exactly in to hear your thoughts because I'll be asleep but go ahead! I'll read it when I'm awake)

[alloutofgoddesses]

PJO TV THOUGHTS

Season 1, Episode 8

(I have read the books there’s a chance I will talk about them)

I have been cured of my illness from last week let’s gooo

Luke voice over parading the beginning voice over?!?!

LUKE TRAINING PERCY

Damn he’s a really fucking good swordsman 10/10 Charlie

Oh Percy… oh boy oh boy

Ares you’re funny… keep that humour

OH ANNABETH DOESN’T EVEN KNOW YET

She’s not dead though she’s frozen in Hades’ throne room

AND HERE WE GOOOOO

Damn he’s kinda wiping the floor with him

Ope he just kicked him into water it’s so over for him

THE WAVE

“I warned you… if you’re not careful… you’ll find out who I am.” WITH THE WAVE GROWING BEHIND HIM I KNOW THAT’S RIGHT

THAT’S THE MOST POWERFUL DEMIGOD THAT’S EVER LIVED BABEY

Right in the Achilles too oof

That look of awe on Annabeth’s face… girlie is GONE

I’m so excited about the Ares v Percy antagonistic relationship to continue forever (even when Percy had lost his memory)

Hey Alecto

I guess Hades doesn’t need to breathe but damn that helm looks uncomfortable AF

HE SAID PLEASE HE JUST WANTS HIS MOM

Percy I have bad news for you

I’d like to see Zeus try personally

HE’S A GOOD KID

Everyone stay calm it’s happening

IT’S HAPPENING

That fucking look. They’re so gone on each other thank you Walker and Leah

Incredible Percy move 10/10 no notes

Oh my god that’s Olympus… it’s getting me so bad and I don’t know why THATS OLYMPUS

I did in fact rewind because I saw some movement in one of the buildings. I would love to know who that is

OH LUKE’S SMIRK WHEN PERCY SAYS THE GODS SHOULD BE AFRAID OF DEMIGODS

He is SO SURE he has a new recruit. Percy is unknowingly saying everything Luke wants him to say

Why are you airing Annabeth’s shit Luke damn

Or taken outside where they belong

You know Zeus put all those stairs there on purpose. Malicious ass bitch

FIRE! Hi Hestia I love you sweetheart

RIP personalized thrones you’ll always be famous

HI ZEUS HI MR LANCE REDDICK

The way Percy is willing to risk everything to get the message to Zeus oh baby

Also Poseidon bestie these two alone is a VERY bad come quickly

Percy you’re gonna get fried

Girl just because you’re his son doesn’t mean you know him… arguably you know him the least of all your siblings because you were never swallowed and grew up in hiding from him specially

Damn that condescending sigh

Percy please shut the fuck up

PERCY

He’s about to die

OOP

Just in the nick of time Poseidon

HE SURRENDERS OOOOALAJDJSK

“Take your victory. Just spare my son.” NEVER BEATING THE ALLEGATIONS THAT PERCY IS HIS FAVORITE SON

“Your forbidden son” Dude you had TWO by the SAME WOMAN in two different forms don’t be a hypocrite (is the biggest hypocrite ever)

HELL YEAH SPEAK YOUR SHIT POSEIDON DON’T LET HIM GET AWAY WITH IT

And he full named Percy

Oh shit Ancient Greek

Ares and Hermes biggest gossips in the Greek pantheon confirmed

Dude HE SURRENDERED

Zeus I have bad news for you… “this one” is about to earn a Mount Olympus fast pass

OMG IT’S TIME

HE SAID (one of) THE LINE(s)

SALLY TAUGHT HIM ANCIENT GREEK HOLY SHIT I THOUGHT I COULDN’T LOVE HER MORE

“Ares is a moron” I cackled

Poseidon don’t be a pussy hug him

Also the way Walker is already so tall. He might tower over the dude playing his father by the end of this series (I know that’s Toby Stephens)

Baby that’s not a no

OH HE WANTS TO SPEND MORE TIME WITH HIS SON

That tree is person-ing so hard. They had to have built that shit

PERCABETH HUG

Omg hi Clarisse… so sorry you got framed

Luke jumpscare

Like you said anything

OH NO PERCY DON’T

It’s time for smart Percy to come out again

And the helm

Hmm. Who could possibly betray you

Why would he? He had no reason to

Yeah he did. He sure did.

I don’t know how to articulate my feelings on the line delivery of “I didn’t know you’d give them to Grover to wear” but know Charlie is killing me with how good of an actor he is

“None of this was meant to betray you” YOU WANTED TO SEND HIM TO TARTARUS! Did you expect Kronos to just spit him back out?

Luke trying to recruit Percy instead of luring him into the woods to scorpion him is SUCH a a good change I love it so much and it’s such a clear character choice for Luke

AH BACKBITER

(The way I literally jumped when it came on screen that sword is so fucking scary)

Correct reaction Percy

Honestly Percy is 100% correct Luke got manipulated he just hasn’t realised it yet

Shouldn’t have mentioned his dad Percy. ABSOLUTELY the wrong move

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-“ PERCY THAT FATAL FLAW IS SHOWING

Oh noooo I knew Annabeth was gonna be there but that doesn’t make it hurt any less

Bye bye Luke. Go get your yacht

I love that we know the horse half of Chiron was a literal horse Glynn was riding

Ldjdkslsjak Chiron knows the prophecy so OF COURSE he’s worried about Percy agreeing with Luke

Dionysus it’s Peter Johnson don’t listen to him

“You get out!” Lol

HELLO

FULL STOP

EVERYONE CEASE YOUR ACTIVTIES

LOOK AT ANNABETH’S HAIR!!!!!!!

IT’S SO PRETTY

THAT’S A PRINCESS HAIRSTYLE FOR SURE

She’s going to DisneyWorld 🥺

Percy is so excited for her

What if I cry

Hello Seatcher’s License

THE SEAS!!! See you in Florida Grover

Well you might have to go pick up a certain member of the team

GROUP HUG

He walked to the Montauk cabin? I mean I guess it’s closer than his apartment

SALLY!

THAT’S THE MAMA’S BOY

what

KRONOS GET OUT OF HERE NASTY ASS

He’s been at this for maybe like three months and he’s already so tired lol

“Turns out I’m pretty good at this” honey you’re kinda the best at this

Did Kronos just mention the prophecy

Seventh grade!! Aaahhhh I’m so excited

Calling him Grandpa is funny though

HE LOVES HIS MOM SO MUCH I’M GONNA SOB

Blue pancakes!

He’s gonna go meet Tyson

Also the voiceover that parallels what he says in the books about how “you might be one of us” I’m inconsolable

Lance Reddick, thank you so much for your performance and I’m heartbroken that this is the last time we’ll see you as Zeus. I hope you’re resting easy

Oh great… he’s still here

DIVORCE YOU SAY

SHE CHANGED THE LOCKS

Get a hotel idiot

Uh oh

Well they’ll come home to a surprise

Also? Sallly doesn’t get to do a little murder? Not even as a treat? She better still get to sell him

[alecmagnuslwb]

also on the shows ask - iirc you watched the flash? if you'd be up for that :) or one of the other CW superhero shows

Send me a show/movie/fandom

Okay, so admission time I have watched portions of all the CW DC shows, but I never actually finished any of them (unless you count Smallville from back in the day but that's it's own thing.) So, I'm gonna answer this as an amalgamation of what I did watch of the CW DC shows :)

my favorite female character: Iris West, I LOVE her still, I always kept up with her goings ons. Laurel Lance, I quit Arrow when they killed her. Anissa Pierce, an amazing adaptation of a comic character I love.

my favorite male character: Cisco Ramon was SO FUN, The Flash's Wally West I adored and Leonard Snart, I exclusively started Legends of Tomorrow for him. Khalil from Black Lightning, I would have loved to see his spinoff get picked up.

my favorite book/season/etc: Black Lightning, Supergirl and The Flash had stellar first seasons.

my favorite episode (if its a tv show): The first time Constantine show up on Legends, I remember loving that episode. The season one Flash finale was also an incredible hour of superhero television.

my favorite cast member: John Barrowman was in that universe and I've loved him since Doctor Who, he's a delight in person when I've seen him at cons.

my favorite ship: Anissa x Grace from BL, I wish they'd done more with them, but loved them nonetheless. Brainy x Nia from Supergirl, I never actually got to their episodes, but a friend who loved the show always kept me apprised of them and I cared so much.

a character I’d die defending: Cisco. I loved that dude, he could do no wrong in my eyes, he could date all the cool lady villains he wanted. When he got powers he could have turned into a supervillain and I would have said good for him.

a character I just can’t sympathize with: I do not care for the CW version of Oliver Queen at all.

a character I grew to love: All the versions of Wells and Eobard Thawne turned out to be very fun as time passed. Rip Hunter also grew on me, but that admittedly could have been the loving the actor from Doctor Who bias.

my anti otp: I think no woman should be stuck with the CW version of Oliver.

[justmebeingcurious]

Reading Amadís of Gaul Cap. 3

So, I forgot to mention the dream King Perión had in the last chapter, but it is very relevant now, let me recount it. Perión dreams of a being entering his chamber via secret passage, rips out his heart and tosses it into the river, which scares the shit out of him. Naturally the Kings asks why that being did it and they reveal that he is a time-lord, having two hearts, one left in his chest.  

Still very distraught by this dream, that sure as heck has meaning, given that we already know what that heart in the river could mean, right?

So, Perión does what every King does, he gathers people around himself to, to be precise, three, get the reference, to interpret his dream. And they do, more or less.

“Know then, said the master, that what you saw cast into the river, is the child which she has had by you. And that other heart that remained? what should that be? You may interpret the one by the other, answered Ungan (the Picard): you will have another son, who will in some manner be taken away against the will of her that caused the loss of the first. Strange things hast thou told me! said Perion, and may it please God that the latter part, the misfortunes of my children, prove not so true as what thou hast told me concerning the lady whom I love. The master answered, None can alter the things which were ordained by God, nor know where in they shall end.”

A damsel appears, does some prophesying to King Perón: “When thou recoverest thy loss, the kingdom of Ireland shall lose its flower!”  

I am pretty sure, that the countries they reign and live in has meaning, but honestly, I couldn’t care less. Perión works with people from Ireland. Either I missed it, where it was stated which land Perión rules, or it is not mentioned.

And then the point of view is changed to Scotland, where Gandales is raising Amadís. I maybe should have mentioned that in the last part.

“He was called the Child of the Sea, for so they had named him, and with much care was he brought up by that good knight and his wife, and he grew and became so fair, that all who saw him marvailed.”

Weird flex, but okay. I will let that pass... If I had a penny for a knight of royal descent and water themed event in his backstory, I would have two pennies. Which is not a lot, but it is weird that it happened twice. Nah, this is way to loose.

So, King Gandales rode out, in the beginning with King Languines, but they part ways, and meets the damsel who prophesied to King Perión, she tells him that “Ah, Gandales if many great personages knew what I know, they would cut off thy head! Where fore ? quoth he. She replied, because thou nourishest their death.” And then she leaves. He is like what the heck was that and rides on.  

But alas the damsel returns, this time in great peril, because now she is followed by a knight who is about to kill her. (Honestly, my dear, what did you expect? That every knight is going to be too dumbfound to react? You kinda had this coming. At this point it doesn’t matter if she is a woman, telling such prophecies would get everyone into trouble. This sidenote is getting out of hand, but genuine question, was Merlin warmly received, when he announced Arthur´s birth? Just wondering...)

Back to the plot: King Gandales seperates the two and starts to fight the other knight.

“What? said the other, wouldst thou protect her, who by her art has made me lose body and soul? Of that know I nothing, said Gandales, but protect her I will, for women are not to be thus punished, even though they deserve it.” King Gandales supportes women´s wrongs? I wonder how that is gonna play out.  

The other knight retreats back into the forest he came from, there another damsel hands him his shield and lance and starts to attack King Gandales. And they fight.  

The prophesying damsel intervenes, orders the foreign knight to kneel in front of her, which he gladly does, throwing shield and lance away. Next, she tells him to get rid of that damsel in the forest, which he does. Leading the forest damsel to cry and ride away, thinking her friend was under some kind of spell. Then the prophesying damsel does some more prophesying.  

“I tell thee, he whom thou foundest in the sea shall be the flower of knighthood in his time; he shall cause the strongest to stoop, he shall enterprize and finish with honour that wherein others have failed, and such deeds shall he do as none would think could be begun nor ended by body of man. He shall humble the proud, and cruel of heart shall he be against those who deserve it, and he shall be the knight in the world who most loyally maintains his love, and he shall love one answerable to his high prowess. And I tell you that on both sides he is of kingly parentage. Now go thy way, and believe that all this shall come to pass, and if thou discoverest it, there shall happen to thee therefore more evil than good.”

SHE IS IN LOVE WITH THE (fair) KNIGHT GANDALES FOUGHT???? And she is forcing her love on him? Or am I misunderstanding this: “howbeit I cease not for that to bring him to my will, whatever he can do”

Her name is Urganda the Unknown. AND SHE IS KEEPING UP A FALSE APPEARANCE??

“Doubt not that, said Urganda, I love him more than thou canst think, for I shall soon receive aid from him twice, which none else could give me, and he shall receive two guerdons to his joy.” Could you, my dear, please stop prophesying, this chapter is already way too long.

“Gandales, seeing his head disarmed, thought him the goodliest knight that he had ever beheld”

They part and, on his way, home to the castle he sees the other girl who is out for some revenge because dare this prophesying lady take her friend away. He warns her not to act out her revenge.

Little Amadís runs towards Gandales who pickes the kid up and hugs him. Overjoyed Gandales starts crying, thinking of all the good the child will do. Meanwhile lil Amadís dries his tears.  

For the fifth birthday both boys, Amadís and Gandalin will receive bows.

When they are seven years old, King Languines and Queen travel the country, Gandales hides the kids in the courtyard. The Queen still gains sight of the kids and notices the child of the sea, because the boy was good looking, very good with his bow and the best dressed. (Dressing the child you find in the sea better than you own offspring might have consequences... I presume.)  

The kids take a moment to rest and drink water, one kid takes Gandalins bow. Naturally Gandalin does not like that and wants his bow back. The unnamed kid hits Gandalin. Amadís hits the unnamed kid, because Gandalin calls the child of the sea for the help. They fight for a while. Crying the unnamed kid runs away, meets a tutor and snitches.

“The tutor went towards him with the strap in his hand; How is this, Child of the Sea, said he, that you dare beat the boys? I shall punish you! But the child fell upon his knees; I had rather you would strike me, said he, than that any one before me should dare to beat my brother; and the tears came in his eyes. The tutor was moved and told him to do so no more.”

And the Queen wonders why they call him Child of the Sea instead by his own name. Which is a good point.

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[nlvhunter]

Hollywood Death

The day before my brother died I drove to Tower Lanes To meet Boomer and Dalesky for breakfast.

My Mom called in the morning Saying my brother wasn’t doing well And I should maybe change my plans.

I told her I would go to chow Then to the Y to shower, then Go see my brother, who was resilient.

He was in pain, off and on, but Mostly on, for two years now So I was sure I would see him.

I drove to the Hilltop To find the house where My Mom lived when I was born.

I took a picture, and A lady was smoking a heater In a parked car out front.

She said something like, “Can I help you?” and I Explained what I was doing.

“I lived here when I was born 61 years ago,” adding my Mom said The neighborhood was all Italians at the time.

“So it was better then,” the woman Replied. I said, “Not better, But maybe different.”

Mom said my brother was Unresponsive, but when I got there He was awake and we spoke.

He looked older than me And was in pain everywhere; His stomach, his chest, his blood.

He asked me to leave, twice, So I did. I told him I would Come see him tomorrow.

The day my favorite brother died The phone rang at 3:15AM. The woman asked if I had a brother coming to town from Portland.

I replied yes, he would arrive at 10:00. The woman said he should come sooner, His brother might not last that long.

I called Mom to say I was coming to Get her. That her son was being kept Alive for the time being.

She said to go on without her. I suspect she didn’t want to see him This way. Maybe no Mom would.

“Visiting hours don’t start until 8:00” Said the guy at the entrance. “My brother might not last that long.”

He let me in. I entered the room and expected Some sort of Hollywood death.

Like a serene, quiet, unconscious man Preparing to slip away, waiting for the beeps to turn into a long, sorrowful tone. Like in the movies.

But it was nothing like that. My brother Struggled and fought and ripped off his breathing Hose, not ready to fade away.

The physician’s assistant pulled me aside Saying they could keep him alive But not without pain, without fighting.

Together we called my Mom, explaining my Brother’s struggle. We could continue this way Or opt for comfort.

“But when we stop the procedures He will slip away quickly.” My Mom made the decision.

I returned to his room and said “Mom can’t make it but she loves you. And I love you. And Lance is coming to see you.” 

And I squeezed his hand.

When I got home the phone rang about 8:30. My brother was gone. He lasted about an hour after they switched from life-saving to comfort mode.

Everyone will say “He’s in a better place,” But my Mom cries: “I’m going to miss him.” And I agreed.

My favorite brother in the whole damn world passed away around 7:00 in the morning, free of pain, If there is any justice in the world.

It turns out I had taken a picture Of the wrong house yesterday But that doesn’t seem to matter anymore.

[fahrni]

Saturday Morning Coffee

Wow! Kolby let me sleep in this morning, 9AM! Late start to the day for me. Felt great. I decided I’d get all fancy this morning so I’m having a mocha. ☕️

Enjoy the linkage.

IGN

Lance Reddick, the actor known for roles in The Wire, John Wick, and Horizon Zero Dawn, has died at age 60.

Folks may know him best from John Wick but he was amazing in Fringe and The Wire. He played the hard nosed boss man in both of those series and he was good at it. RIP. 😔

WordPress

We’re excited to announce that Automattic, the parent company of WordPress.com, has acquired the popular WordPress plugin ActivityPub.

I love this and I hope more companies and individuals with publishing platforms follow suit.

If you’re interested Micro.blog already supports ActivityPub and is an excellent choice for your publishing platform. It’s well managed so you get a great community all for $5US per month. Yes, I use it to publish this blog.

The Sun Gazette

THREE RIVERS – It has been nearly a week since the latest storms flooded and eroded three large sections back on South Fork Road in Three Rivers leaving my family and approximately 160 other people stranded.

This is from my hometown paper in Exeter, California. The poor valley has seen its share of devastation over the last month and to hear of these poor folks stranded in Three Rivers makes my heart ache for them. Luckily they’re very resourceful and are making due. Hang in there y’all, this too will pass. ❤️

Platfomer

After months of silence, and a multi-billion-dollar effort from ByteDance to avoid this scenario, the Biden administration is picking up where its predecessor left off: attempting to force the company to divest itself of TikTok in the name of national security.

I don’t know how to feel about this. Sure, we shouldn’t allow China to use a platform as a propaganda mechanism for national security reasons but couldn’t there be a different arrangement around monitoring and servers living in the US without a connection to China?

I’m obviously naïve to the details and over simplifying it.

Please drop me a note via email — rob.fahrni@gmail.com — or Mastodon and explain what I’m missing. Thanks! 👍🏼

Slate

As the startups that make up Silicon Valley Bank’s customer base scrambled to figure out whether they would be able to make payroll, a group of extremely online venture capitalists spent four days emoting on Twitter, ginning up confusion and hysteria about the threat of a systemic risk if depositors didn’t get all their money back, pronto.

Gotta love those libertarian frat bros with who want government out of everything but are first in line with their grubby little hands wide open clamoring for rescue when they’re scared they’ll lose everything.

Do us all a favor, crawl into your apocalypse bunkers and stay there. Oh, and take Musk and TFG with you. 😇

Kottke

I’ve been writing kottke.org for 25 years. A little context for just how long that is: kottke.org is older than Google.

Congratulations Jason! Here’s to many more fruitful years! 🥳

Rolling Stone

Members of the South Carolina State House are considering a bill that would make a woman who has an abortion in the state eligible for the death penalty.

That’s the GOP for you. The pro life party ready to kill if you don’t carry a baby to term. Jerks, hypocrites, ass holes, dicks… I could name call all day. Our country is losing ground and sliding into authoritarianism and the MAGA party is leading the charge. So much for small government and fiscal responsibility. They’re the party of cruelty and white supremacy.

Reuters

March 14 (Reuters) - Facebook-parent Meta Platforms (META.O) said on Tuesday it would cut 10,000 jobs this year, making it the first Big Tech company to announce a second round of mass layoffs as the industry braces for a deep economic downturn.

Layoffs, layoffs, and more layoffs. As a middle aged middle manager this scares the crap out of me. Poop rolls down hills. Who’s next?

Oh, and what’s all this talk about a financial downturn? Is that just news to me? 😳

The Verge

T-Mobile is buying Mint Mobile, the budget-friendly mobile carrier that’s partially owned by Ryan Reynolds. In a post published on Wednesday, T-Mobile announced that the deal’s valued at up to $1.35 billion and comes as T-Mobile looks to build out its prepaid phone offering.

I just finished my free trial and we’re trying to decide if we’d like to go with Mint, then this happens which leaves me scratching my head. Do we do it or not?

The Verge

Here’s the best printer in 2023: the Brother laser printer that everyone has. Stop thinking about it and just buy one. It will be fine!

After having a little chuckle over the headline I looked over my shoulder and noticed it’s the printer we have. 😂

[deathleadsarc]

― 🜛 ― " Perhaps the King is not capable of finding the answers on his own? "     a mocking grand hiss seeped from the QUEEN's ruby lips, her smile incandescent with joy to the confidence of Man ahead! she needn't even speak of her bloods power, for only the authority of the blade could ever convey it truest! The great lance ascends with its sharpened point ready to strike ― but if he be a true king, her mockery would make no mark upon his confidence. it is only her weapon that shall carry her heart. and so doth the Queen bore her eyes into the face of her opponent, this King, wondering aloud ― 

     " ― And how pretty a corpse you shall be, I cannot wait to dig my fangs into your arrogant chest and rip asunder that golden, beating heart! "

the lights deliver a fragrance of destruction that wafts strongly into flaring nostrils, and with her head thrown back to fully consume it, she squeezed her eyes shut to prepare for the intensity her soul was to endure and then  ― her body flew through the lights, the Longinus floating behind her as a graceful wing, before left and right palm grip tight to its body. shrieks of delight squeal forth as her body glowed in ravenous golds and reds. lighting sparkling with angry brilliance as blood and bone and flesh burned and reunited by the glory of the goddess' love for battle! 

she swings the Longinus with all her strength, the visage of her a masterpiece compared to the mere sketch of the woman she was moments ago. no mercy nor camaraderie behind that wicked Lilith's smile.

swing! swing! swing!

STRIKE! Blood! Blood! Blood!!

     ❝HAH, WE SHALL SEE. Are you just a mere human believing themselves on par with the gods? Or are you something more? Only I will be able to judge.❞ And judge he would. But oh how Ozymandias could see fire burning intensely in her eyes – how power came from her very words and filled the area around them with crackling energy. A slash to her arm, deep and crimson, was all that was needed for her to call forth her own weapon. Blood magic…? No, what she had done was different from anything he had ever seen before. There was no magic involved – he could sense that much by not sensing anything at all. ❝Intriguing. What are you, I wonder?❞ Ozymandias supposed that did not matter at the moment. Without another word, he tapped the end of his staff against the ground, the clouds parting and light peaking through in a heavenly display that would have made another stare in awe.

     ❝Survive, Qistina Leota, so that I may ask the questions I have that burn upon the tip of my tongue!❞ Suddenly, the lights above came closer, a beam sent down upon the ground and searing everything in its path as they came with intent to cage Qistina and incinerate on spot. Really, though, if she managed to get past this, he would deem her worthy of meeting head on with their weapons clashing. What excitement filled his veins at the prospect of a battle even against one who was not a Servant. Only the most foolhardy would challenge a Servant, and only the most miniscule percent could survive to say that they had.

[lovelytsunoda]

night changes // lance stroll

summary: an overview of moments in lance and y/n’s relationship

pairing: lance stroll x fem!reader

warnings: a brief mention of sex and pregnancy

authors note: literally my first time writing anything on here so for the love of god please be gentle 🤞🏼 positive feedback and reblogs would be appreciated.

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manchester, england. august 2022

the couple lay tangled in an embrace, tan comforter tangled around their bodies as they slept.

lance woke up first, a hazy smile on his face the half light. on the table next to him, his sliver wedding ring lay next to his airpods and their charger. across the room, the window was propped open against the summer heat, an IKEA crib settled against the wall underneath.

the aston martin driver smiled to himself as he remembered the drunken boys night with sebastian, esteban, alexander and checo where they had all tried to put the baby furniture together, the two drivers who actually had kids choosing not to help and instead watching the youngsters struggle over open bottles of guinness.

he turned his head away from the crib, looking over at the woman sleeping next to him, messy hair sprawled on the pillows and bags under her eyes from all the sleep she had lost from nights where their daughter simply would not stop crying. lance knew he didnt look any better, and lord knows seb reminded him of that every day.

but y/n stroll was the love of his life, and she looked perfect anyways.

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toronto, canada. june 2019

there were a few days to spare before the canadian grand prix in montreal and a couple of the drivers had decided to go to toronto to catch a jays game before the race. there were three hours until first pitch, and in an attempt to find a greek restaurant, the youngest of the drivers had gotten hopelessly lost.

“how the fuck are we lost!” lando norris  was the first to complain, leaning shop window for one of the many marijuana dispensaries popping up in the toronto area. ”according to google maps, greektown is literally only two streets!”

“why the hell is it called greek ‘town’, then?” charles leclerc pitched in

“i have no idea.” pierre gasly groaned. “ask lance, he’s the one who grew up here.”

lance rolled his eyes. “i grew up in quebec, jackass. not ontario. i’m as lost as you are.”

“why don’t we just ask for directions?” charles asked, looking down at the map on his phone. “it’s not that hard.”

“yeah, lando, it’s not that hard.” pierre whined, hungry and annoyed. “we’ll miss the game at this rate. are you sure that we didn't just get off at the wrong subway stop or something?”

“jesus christ.” lance mumbled under his breath, heading up the street in an attempt just to find some peace and quiet.

for a formula one driver, lance isn’t always the most aware of his surroundings. mid you, she wasn’t either.

he was walking past an indie bookstore, just a few doors down from where the other young drivers were still arguing about the merits of asking for directions when lance crashed head on into the young woman leaving the bookstore. the paper bag she was holding ripped, sending four paperback mystery novels falling to the sidewalk.

“holy shit, i am so, so sorry.” lance gushed, kneeling down to help her pick up the books. “are you okay?”

she looked up, and lance was instantly taken in by her eyes. her magnificent eyes, like seas of color and emotion that he could get lost in.

“i’m okay.” her voice was like honey, the sweetest sound that the racing point driver could ever imagine.

“i’m sorry about your books.” he said as they both got back to their feet.

she shook her head. “it’s okay. no harm done.”

lance passed her the two books he was holding, as well as holding out his palm for a handshake before realizing that her hands were all full. “I’m lance.” he said awkwardly

she smiled, and it lit up her whole face. “y/n.”

at that point, lando, pierre and charles had stopped arguing with each other and were watching lance and y/n very closely, cheeky smiles on their faces as they watched the two exchange phone numbers and promise to keep in touch.

lance would talk to her almost every single day after that, and endless sea of chaotic text messages and facetime calls. after the third or so call, he came clean about being a race car driver with racing point f1.

y/n had laughed at him, and told him that he wasn’t european enough to be an f1 driver, and that he didn’t have a hot enough accent.

she meant it as a joke, but really, she didn’t believe he was telling the truth.

until he told her what team he was on, and she googled “lance, racing point f1″.

“i stand corrected, mr strulovitch.” she grinned on the other end of the facetime call. “so what fancy city are you in right now?”

he smiled before standing up and going to the hotel room window to show y/n the view. “baku, in azerbaijan.”

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monza, italy. 2020

y/n came to her first race in 2020, the strangest of all the seasons amidst the ongoing pandemic. lance told her that she didn’t have to, that he’d make a stopover in toronto next time he had a chance, but y/n was insistent. she needed a break from school, and had always wanted to go to italy anyways.

monza lacked the energy that most of the races usually had. because of the pandemic, the stands were empty, and the track was quiet. lance didn’t like it, the silence depressed him.

but he felt better because she was there.

he and checo were preparing for the race while the mechanics messed with the last few things on the car. y/n was with the engineers, and they were walking her through some of the more finer technical points of the sport.

lance was starstruck, wondering how on earth he was dating her, the most beautiful, brilliant and incredible human being on the planet. he stood next to his bright pink car, race suit hanging low around his hips, and just watched. 

checo came up next to the boy, nudging him in the side. “so that’s why you’ve been in such a good mood lately. the neverending stream of facetime calls and text messages that make you giggle like a little girl.”

lance blushed, pale features turning pink. “shut up, man. i think i love her.”

y/n looked over at her boyfriend from the pit wall, a chunky pair of headphones on her head so that she could listen in to the race while she watched, a huge smile on her face as she flashed him a thumbs up

checo clapped him on the shoulders. “let’s give her a good race, kid.”

and a good race it was.

lance came in second, the entire racing point team rushing to the finish line to cheer him on as the chequered flag waved. y/n was glowing against the overcast sky as lance started his cool-down lap, nothing but pride in her chest as she watched the little pink car follow the leading alphatauri around the track another time, an orange mclaren not far behind.

as soon as lance got out of the car, he threw his helmet into the arms of a waiting mechanic and ran straight for y/n, sweeping her off her feet and spinning her around, before kissing her madly as the team went wild, and there was no doubt in anybody’s mind that the skysports cameras that had been covering the victory for the two smaller teams were also covering the kiss.

after the two broke away from their magical moment for some air, lance pulled her close, draping his sweaty body over hers as he attempted to slow his breathing.

“i love you so fucking much.”

that night was the first time either of them had said it, returning to the hotel to spend every second of the italian night wrapped up in each other, clothes strewn over the backs of chairs, a bra hanging from the bathroom doorknob, sheets a tangled mess around them as she moaned his name, both of them truly in love with the other.

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manchester, england. fall of 2020

packing up her life and moving to manchester with lance should have been the hardest thing that y/n ever did. but it wasn’t. she had family there, family she had hardly even ever met. showing up to her uncle’s house in stockport in an aston martin with a formula one driver on her arm was certainly one way to make an impression on her extended family.

lance was in abu dhabi for most of the move, and his heart ached at the idea of not being able to share such an important milestone in their relationship at home, with y/n at his side. he took solace in knowing that abu dhabi was the last race of the season, and that he’d be home to his lover very soon.

y/n promised she would wait up for him. her uncle promised to pick lance up from the airport, an arrangement she wasn't sure she completely trusted, and she was nervous as hell about waiting for him to come home. she had watched every second of the race, and knew it wasn't one of lance’s better results. she wanted nothing more than to wrap him up in her arms and never let him go.

she was lying in bed when he came home, duvet pulled tight around her body as she lay on her side, e-reader plugged into the wall with a cord that wasn't long enough to make it to the bed. all of her books were still in boxes. very few boxes had been unpacked, just enough that lance wasn’t going to come home to an empty house.

the bedroom door creaked open, and lance slipped inside, overwhelmed with love when he saw y/n lying in bed, face scrunched up in that adorably sexy way she got whenever she read a book she was super into.

she was so engrossed in her book, that she didn’t even notice that he had come home. lance smiled to himself, slipping out of his jeans and sliding in between the cotton sheets to wrap his arms around y/n.

“hey, my love.”

she smiled as lance nuzzled his nose into her neck, giggling as he tried to slip a hand up the oversized concert shirt she’d worn to bed, his finger caressing the hemline of her underwear.

“hey, lance.” she awkwardly turned her head to give him a quick kiss before turning back to her book. “one more chapter, and then i’m yours.”

lance laughed, a hearty sound that y/n never got tired of hearing. “that’s what you always say. i bet we’ll both be asleep before then.”

“how domestic of us.”

he gently kissed her neck. “i love you.” 

“i love you too.”

—————————-

mykonos, greece. summer 2021

there were exactly five weeks in between silverstone and whatever the fuck came after, but lance didn’t care. as soon as silverstone was wrapped up, he grabbed y/n and the two of them ran like hell from the track, breaking more british traffic laws than they could count on the way to the airport.

once they were on the plane, lance turned off his phone. he didn’t want to hear anything from the team while he was in greece. nothing was going to spoil his vacation, because he was about to do something he couldn’t take back.

he was going to ask y/n to marry him.

right now, the girl in question was asleep against his shoulder, and all the aston martin driver could think about was how ungodly lucky he was to even have met y/n in the first place.

thank god that lando norris was so bad with directions.

it was their fifth day in mykonos before lance finally decided to make a move. 

they were at the beach together: lance attempting to keep up with his fitness regime, lest his trainer get pissed off when he returned to england, and y/n was curled up on a beach towel with a hardcover book in hand.

after finishing his workout set, lance returned to the beach towel, sitting directly behind y/n and pulling her flush against his chest. he kissed her hair gently before asking her to put the book down.

“there’s something i want to show you.”

“can it wait until i finish the chapter?”

lance smiled, internally rolling his eyes. “how many pages are left in the chapter?”

she pushed her sunglasses onto the top of her head, counting the pages left in that chapter before turning to her lover. “like eight? i only just started the chapter, babe.”

“then it can wait.” lance chuckled, pressing a bookmark in between the pages before shutting the hardcover an prying it from his girlfriend’s hand before helping her to her feet.

“lance, where are we even going?”

“just wait, you’ll see!”

they were at the edge of a cliff overlooking the whole island.

y/n smiled widely, looking over the edge of the cliff. “lance, this is bloody incredible.”

lance grinned, getting down on one knee, a crushed velvet box in his hand. y/n stared at him, clapping one hand over her mouth. “lance...”

“y/n y/l/n, will you do me the absolute honor of marrying me?”

“yes!”

it was a quiet wedding, exactly six months later, on the same greek island. his family, her family, and at their own bloody insistence, every driver on the grid. sebastian was lance’s best man, and nobody had ever seen the driver look that proud.

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manchester, england. march 2022.

since becoming y/n stroll, she had rarely ever missed a race, taking time off work more often than her bosses would have liked and working remotely from a hotel room.

so to miss lance’s season opener was a punch in the gut.

it was the day before they were due to leave for bahrain, and y/n had spent the entire morning throwing up. the smell of the candle in the couple’s living room made her nauseous, even though the citrus scent had never done that before. and she was tired all the time, 

“sweetheart, i don’t love the idea of leaving you here.” lance’s voice was full of concern as he lay on the couch with his wife, their bodies a tangle of limbs as he cradled her body close, inhaling her hair.

“lance, i’ll be fine. there’s already a chance that sebastian is going to miss qualifying, i don’t want you to leave your team without both drivers.”

“promise me that you’ll call if you need anything?”

“i promise. i love you, lance.”

when lance came back home five days later, y/n already looked better. her skin was glowing, and she had a bright grin on her face as her husband stepped through the front doorway.

“welcome home, my love.” she cooed, wrapping her arms around lance’s neck before pressing up on her toes to give him a kiss. “I have a surprise for you.”

lance raised an eyebrow. “a surprise?”

“yes, silly. a surprise.” she took lances hand and lead him through the small house and up the stairs to the master bedroom. the only bedroom, since both spare rooms had been turned into other things: a simulator room for lance and home office/library for y/n.

when they got to the master bedroom, lance looked really confused. “it’s a box from IKEA.”

y/n smiled. “look a little closer, honey.”

lance knelt down next to the cardboard box to look at the drawing on the side while his wife slipped into the ensuite bathroom.

“babe, why do we have an IKEA crib?”

y/n came out of the ensuite bathroom, a stuffed elephant in her hands and a wide grin on her face as she passed lance the stuffed animal before reaching into the waistband of her jeans for the little plastic test. she pressed the test into lance’s hand, and his eyes went wide, a grin on his face.

“you’re pregnant?”

y/n nodded, unable to say anything before lance swept her into his arms, attacking her face with kisses.

“we’re going to be parents, y/n this is incredible!”

“i love you so much.”

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lance was snapped out of his reverie by movement in the bed next to him.

“do you always stare at me while i’m sleeping?” y/n’s voice was groggy, a stupid grin on her face as she attempted to snuggle closer to her husband, leaning up to place a chaste kiss on his lips.

“only if i wake up first.” lance smiled calmly, pulling y/n closer.

as lance was about to comment on how quiet and peaceful their house finally was, he could hear soft cries coming from the crib in the corner. when y/n moved to get up, he insisted that his wife lay back down.

“i’ve got it, my love. you carried her for nine months, this is the least that I can do.”

she smiled, squeezing his hand.

“i love you, lance stroll.”