#sacred wifi

[nickstellanova]

Sacred wifi drawing in a teeny sketchbook

[lamenter-of-the-1st-company]

Brothers, there is a giant rat in the armory.

It's as large as the serfs and I am reasonably sure that it's been mechanically augmented, what do i do? It has a bolt pistol.

[wisteriagoesvroom]

i know u were on a plane but i was a little sad poking to see if you updated w any yaps. oh!! i should mention i too am a comrade in chinese diaspora arms -🤡 shanghai is my 8/16 home race // back to mckingsman: i would love a h/c scene that goes from dire emergency, the cobbler shop is compromised, bullet wound first aid needed, to comically horny lando being like 😳 @ oscar's sleeper build

anon! don't wait for me to yap, be the yap u wish to see in the world. i believe in u.

(r u the same as verbiage anon or a diff?? either way HELLO, shanghai's gp looked so fun next year, i'm so tempted to go in '25...)

mckingsmen looool. oh yes absolutely, @jusst-you-race and i were both talking about the wound stitching situation. mayhaps--

lando and oscar hiding out at alex's apothecary shop thingy which is also the chemist point to make explosives and such. lando and oscar have a tender moment where oscar is helping lando deal with some wounds, especially a big cut on his forehead. oscar makes an uncharacteristic harry potter joke and lando laughs out of surprise more than anything. then obviously lando hisses at the alcohol touching his cuts, and oscar is like "jesus christ just hold my hand" and lando begrudgingly does it.

and as oscar's working, and lando tries not to be too weird about oscar's comforting wool and ink and leather smell, lando realises there's a red spot blooming on oscar's shirt too. and lando's like "oh my god you're injured mate." and oscar is like. "it doesn't even matter." and lando is like "of course it does, let me–" and tugs the collar of oscar's shirt open to look closer at the wound, and ends up standing up so he's eye to eye with oscar.

and they get close. too close. oscar grabs lando's wrist to stop him from moving. they're kind of frozen there while they look at each other, really looking. lando's not really realised what oscar's pale column of skin looks like beneath all the suiting. and oscar's mouth parts and lando's getting dizzy (must be the blood loss), and recognition flashes in oscar's eyes.

and then alex walks in, with a knowing look. and is like. "hey boys. am i interrupting?"

(like, he is, duh)

[hrrtshape]

HII EMMA, I just wanted to tell you that you’re one of my favorite users on tumblr if not my favorite. Anyway I’ve seen you did the Ancient Rome script and I LOVED it. So can you do an Ancient Egypt script too if you can? I’m shifting to the prince of Egypt 🫶🏻 THANK YOUU

the ultimate guide to surviving ancient egypt.

time traveller, welcome !!!! you stand at the threshold of one of history’s most opulent and mysterious civilisations.....ancient egypt. a land of towering pyramids, sacred temples, and a society so deeply entwined with its gods that the line between mortal and divine blurs. my name is emma, and if you want to not only survive but thrive in this world of pharaohs, priests, and scribes, you’re going to need more than just blind luck.

forget everything you know about modern convenience. no running water, no wifi, no google maps. you’re stepping into a civilisation that has perfected the art of both grandeur and survival for over three millennia.

　　　　　　　　　　  ⊹　 ︶︶　 ୨୧　 ︶︶　 ⊹

◞ social structure & blending in.

ancient egypt is a hierarchical society where social class dictates everything from your clothing to your access to temples. the nobility, scribes, and priests hold power, while farmers and labourers form the backbone of the economy. if you’re aiming for survival, either blend into the upper class or adopt the disguise of a scribe. education is a key social elevator. if you want the easy route, have a compelling backstory as a foreign noble, or forge a connection with the priesthood.

◞ titles && status to guide yourself by.

pharaoh :  literally a god on earth. don’t offend them. nobles and officials :  control administration and land. dress richly, act poised. scribes :  literate and valuable. learning hieroglyphs can get you into many doors. priests : have spiritual and often political power. great connections. artisans and merchants : middle-class but respected for their work. farmers and labourers :  the vast majority. hard lives, heavy taxes. slaves and servants : often war captives. zero autonomy.

◞ hygiene & beauty (aka, avoiding disease and smelling like a deity).

ancient egyptians take hygiene seriously, and you should too. disease is rampant, and being clean is not just about vanity. it’s survival. essentials included. . .

bathing :  daily cleansing is a MUST. use natron (a natural salt) as soap. perfumes and oils :  frankincense, myrrh, and lotus oil are status symbols AND practical (they mask body odour and deter lice). shaving :  egyptians detest body hair. use bronze razors or depilatory creams. makeup :  kohl-lined eyes prevent glare from the sun and have antibacterial properties. linen clothing : light and breathable, keeps you cool. wigs (yes !) : essential for elites, they are perfumed and keep bugs away.

◞ food & drink.

avoid starving by sticking to a staple egyptian diet. if you’re noble, enjoy lavish banquets. If not, stick to the essentials. do not drink nile water unless you like parasitic infections. beer and wine are safe bets.

bread and beer :  the foundation of all meals. fruits and vegetables : dates, figs, onions, leeks, and cucumbers. meat and fish : nobles get beef and poultry; commoners rely on fish. dairy : milk, cheese, and butter are common. honey and spices : used for sweets and preserving food.

◞ shelter & lodging.

if you’re noble, you’ll have a house made of mudbrick with courtyards and pools. If not, simple mudbrick homes with few rooms. temples often provide lodging for scribes and priests. good for you, i have some travel hacks.

temples and inns :  often have food and shelter for travellers. avoid the desert at night :  sandstorms, bandits, and jackals. use the nile : boats are the best mode of transport.

◞ safety & warfare (aka, don’t get killed).

egypt is relatively stable, but internal power struggles and invasions happen. your best bet is to keep a low profile and don’t offend priests or the pharaoh. if caught in a legal dispute, bribe a scribe to doctor the records. justice favours the literate and well-connected. albeit, try to avoid these dangers. . .

crime :  thieves lurk in busy markets. military drafts : if war happens, you might get recruited. wild animals :  crocodiles, hippos, and scorpions. avoid them. the afterlife obsession :  mummies and tomb curses.....real concerns.

◞ money & shopping.

egyptians use a barter system, but weights of silver and gold serve as currency. markets are your go-to for essentials. sadly there weren't any designers. alas, here's where to shop . . .

the marketplace : everything from linen to cosmetics. the temple storehouses :  goods from taxes and offerings. workshops : best for tailored clothing and crafted goods.

◞ entertainment & leisure.

nobles feast, play senet (a board game), and attend religious festivals. music, dance, and poetry are popular.

things to try . . . attend a festival :  great for networking. visit a temple library :  read and gain knowledge. watch a hunt :  nobles hunt hippos and lions for sport.

things to avoid. . . speaking ill of the gods :  instant execution. the wrong political alliances :  power shifts quickly. tomb robbery :  even thinking about it gets you cursed.

anyways. ancient egypt is luxurious yet dangerous. stay smart, stay clean, and stay in the good graces of the gods (or at least the priests). now go forth, time traveller, and may ma’at (balance and order) guide your journey.

[thewriterg]

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐬

pairing(s); miguel o’hara x fem!reader

summary; isolation was the only way to cure the… bug you were having but of course your worthier than thoull boss didn’t allow it —angstober day; 22—

word count; 1.2k

warning(s); SMUT, sex pollen, objectification, oral (f receiving), p in v, kisses, pet names, and language

A/n:—GIFs; @miguelo-hara & @ennaih—

“Miguel it’s not gonna work” Lyla sighed hovering over the man’s shoulder as he worked his way way up the stair to your spare room in spider society that was supposed to be an office You, Hobie, Gwen, and Pavitr had turned into a hangout

When he put his hand over the reader to enter he didn’t expect for it to be denied flashing a bold red against his tanned skin

“Lyla what is thi-”

“Y/n wanted the floor shut down from everyone, including you” The hologram sassily cut off the variant her hands typing against the screen of her makeshift cell phone and Miguel sighed heavily putting a palm over his his eyes and the bridge of his nose

“Override it. No, no, no, no, no, override it.” The brunette demanded and the AI huffed something about you threatening to cut off the WiFi again before the door was opening letting him enter it was almost pitch black their was curtains over the windows with occasional evening sun peaking through his nose was burning with the scent, your scent

“Y/l/n” He called out to no response taking careful steps around until his head shifted towards the open bathroom door you arm sticking out of the frame that he rushed to turning on the light switch to see you lying face down on the cold floor of the the washroom the only thing that kept your body from feeling it wasn’t on fire your form slightly shaking, a thin sheet of sweat covering your skin, stray strands of hair sticking to your forehead, and your suit only halfway on your body your bare back facing Miguel

“Get out” You hissed curling in on yourself

“Lyla, shut down this floor and cut off surveillance” The AI hummed before disappearing herself probably to go lie on someone else’s shoulder for a while Miguel sat a hand on your back surprised that your body heat was rolling through his suit like it was nothing his eyebrows furrowing as he went against your wished sliding an arm under you lifting you up and over his shoulder your hot form almost burning against his while you groaned in protest of the movement until Miguel lied you down on the worn couch

“Listen you need to get you med- Hey! Medbay! Now! Y/l/n-” The brunette struggled to keep you down as you tried to climb over the couch trying your get back to you temporary sacred space before the Latino was putting his arms around under your armpits and setting you back down down huffing when you turned to your second attempt of escape from climbing over the couch to crawling against the ceiling just to be brought down by a web wrapped around your waist

“Why won’t you just listen! You’re acting like a child-”

“Because I’m going insane! I can hear your blood pumping through your jugular, I can smell your testosterone and how you’re getting hard from seeing me in pain like a fucking pervert, I feel like a teething toddler because my fangs are aching to bite down on something, and right now I don’t know if I want to fuck you or fight you so, get. out.” The leaders eyebrows shot up as you went on over time ranting your eyes were pure crimson and it reminded him how he first found you trying to recruit you for HQ

Miguel at you stared at you silently and unmoving until he was smashing his lips into yours while bare chest pressing against his suit covered one pulling away reluctantly looking into your eyes in return searching for reassurance that that he was doing the right thing

“If I start I won’t be able to stop” You whisper forehead lying against his beads of sweat dripping down your temple until a palm was swooping up your chin lifted to meet his gaze

“Let me help.” He muttered his voice gruff chocolate eyes turning to match yours blood and crimson staring back at each-other Miguel grunted while you cupped his erection skin pressing against his skin while your lips overpowered his you tug at the spandex of his suit eagerly understanding your point the tanned skin pressing the spider symbol on his church that loosened the fabric around his body before he shrugged it off his top half matching to you running hit large palms up your bare back the coolness of then comforting the scolding surface of your backside

The brunette lifted your hips where you wrapped your legs around his waist cupping his erection and kissing his swollen lips till you could no longer breathe and after a moments passing you felt your height dipped discovering your new position on the couch situated on his lap your pussy practically leaking through your suit bottoms

“Fuck corazón” Miguel grunted lifting his hips shimmying his pants down to his ankle his thick tip staring back at you angry and red your hand wrapped around the base the tip leaking pre cum and you and you could hear a muffled grunt coming from above you and you greedily devoured the sound whining as you’d clothed clit rubbed against his thigh your temperature at it’s all time high and the brunette shushed you softly helping you shed of your suit placing his cool hands against any skin he could touch

“Slow down Y/n” The Latino reached a hand down to stop you or your cunt from swallowing him while the thought making him wait to buck his hips into you

“She’s not into foreplay at the moment right now” You hummed that soon turned into a moan while you sunk down down onto the thick head of your boss’s cock the width practically splitting you open while Miguel took a hold of your hips occasional grunts leaving him while you killed him of slowly your warm walls wrapping around him like a snug blanket

“Oh fuck ngh- oh shit princesa” You moaned at the sound of his poorly concealed whimpering it travels down to your core and your pain was finally being remodeled into pleasure quick as light the poisonous pollen you’d encountered probably one of the main factors as you began to speed up your pace creating a combination of grinding and bouncing on his genitals dipping your head into his neck while the monster of a man moaned above you the smell of his blood flooding your sense as you pressed kisses against his neck your fangs scraping against his julgular

“Go ahead, do it muñeca” You hesitated a bit taking the skin in between you teeth but not quite biting down until Miguel thrusted his hips up into you meeting your thrust causing a gasp to escape from your lips from and you finally bit down your fangs breaking the skin while you felt hot ropes coat your insides until Miguel bit down on your shoulder causing you to silently scream your legs shaking in response while the brunette rubbed your clit riding you through your high until you were panting rolling off his thighs breathing heavily

“Round two?”

©2023 thewriterg spooktober do not copy, translate, or modify.

[the-chipped-cup-awards]

Chipped Cup Award Nominees 2025 Part 1.

THE MOMENT YOU'VE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR!

Thank you to all the Rumbellers, Readers, Writers and Artists Alike, we have pleasure to present the nominees for the Chipped Cup Awards 2024. You can find the Full list under the cut (because it's long).

The link to the ballot form for voting will be posted on the final nominees post.

Happy reading and viewing everyone!

FLUFF

Family:

Baby Steps by @threepwoodmarley

A New Library by @peacehopeandrats

Wilderness by @peacehopeandrats

Bouquet by @peacehopeandrats

Stacks by @peacehopeandrats

Breakfast by @peacehopeandrats

Finding the Fun by @tinytorso

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Comfort:

Illness by @peacehopeandrats

Blast by @peacehopeandrats

Struck By a Golden Arrow by @Otava

A Present of Love by @reolf

Snow and Heat by @hypatia3

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Fix-it:

Haunted by @chick-with-wifi

Everyone Has a Choice by @taich

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Reunion:

Finding You by @silwenworld

A Dream Is a Wish by @rowofstars

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SMUT

Kink/BDSM:

Talking on the Telephone by @kelyon

Shop by @peacehopeandrats

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Romance:

Memory by @peacehopeandrats

Two Could by @eirian-houpe

Star Crossed by @threepwoodmarley

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Comedy:

By Hook or By Crook by @beeeinyourbonnet

Bare Facts by @barpurplewrites

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Best First Time:

Confluence by @goldenwingediris

Stay by @goldenwingediris

Curfew by @emospritelet

The Good Sort by @wonderwoundedhearers

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PWP:

Sunshine by @peacehopeandrats

Home by @peacehopeandrats

In the Dark and Wicked Hours by @rowofstars

Beasts: A Golden Cuffs Story by @kelyon

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ANGST

Death:

I Touched Your Face (and All Life Was Erased) by @deliriumsdelight7

Too Late by @amrei

The Hole In His Heart by @peacehopeandrats

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Hurts So Good:

On Whose Hands by @eirian-houpe

What If the Storm Ends and Leaves Us Nothing by @chickwithwifi

His Ray of Light by @ace-cf-cups

Too Late by @amrei

Waiting by @peacehopeandrats

Illness by @peacehopeandrats

Sent by @peacehopeandrats

Overnight by @peacehopeandrats

Road by @peacehopeandrats

Recovery by @peacehopeandrats

Falls by @peacehopeandrats

Depths by @peacehopeandrats

Never Let Me Go by @TheRavenclawBitch

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Misunderstanding:

Requiem by @once-upon-a-rewrite

On Whose Hands by @eirian-houpe

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ROMANCE

Best Date (Overall)

Meal by @peacehopeandrats

Down to the River by @barefootandbookish

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Best Courtship:

Calm by @peacehopeandrats

Cactus by @eirian-houpe

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Best First Meeting:

Stiltskin Abbey by @threepwoodmarley

Midnight Flowers by @SerenaLyon

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GENERAL

Best One Shot:

The Siren by @beeeinyourbonnet

Gilded by @beeeinyourbonnet

The Angel and the Devil by @peacehopeandrats

Warming the Chill by @peacehopeandrats

Bed by @peacehopeandrats

~~

Best Series:

The Language of Flowers by @eirian-houpe

Golden Dreams by @peacehopeandrats

Growing Up by @peacehopeandrats

Monthly Rumbelling 2021 by @peacehopeandrats

The Finfolk's Bride by @chippedcupwrites

~~

Best Novel Length:

Courtship: A Golden Rings Story by @kelyon

A Knack for Losing Everything by @antikryptonite

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Best Short Fic:

The Goblin King by @killingkueen

Sacred Promise by @ace-cf-cups

The Message by @peacehopeandrats

Warming the Chill by @peacehopeandrats

Tea by @peacehopeandrats

Recovery by @peacehopeandrats

Wild by @peacehopeandrats

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Best Holiday Centric:

O' Solstice Tree, O' Solstice Tree by @bearrycool

Snow Bunnies by @peacehopeandrats

Christmas Secrets by @peacehopeandrats

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Best Crossover:

The Beginning of a New Book by @beeeinyourbonnet

Theorems and Thorns by @eirian-houpe

Pop-ins by @peacehopeandrats

Last Night on Earth by @peacehopeandrats

Dark Science by @peacehopeandrats

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Best Dark Castle:

Confluence by @goldenwingediris

The Midwife's Tale by @threepwoodmarley

Premonition by @ace-cf-cups

The Oldest Door by @peacehopeandrats

Tea by @peacehopeandrats

Storm by @peacehopeandrats

Garden by @peacehopeandrats

Frost by @peacehopeandrats

Spy by @peacehopeandrats

Maid by @peacehopeandrats

~~

Best Storybrooke:

A Moment Alone by @threepwoodmarley

The Meeting by @peacehopeandrats

War In Pieces by @peacehopeandrats

Golden Thread by @chickwithwifi

~~

Continued in part 2

[fairyboygenius]

snippet saturday (time is relative)

for the summer camp au- just started vomiting words out. this’ll be part of a series of how the 141 spends the 4th with their favorite camp workers

tags for friendship (bonks you on the head) @stellewriites @wraithdance @w00lgathering @ohlawdthebirds @cowboyshadows

a little sprinkling of ghost x oc, 2nd person pov present tense (can be read as x reader)

“Bonnie!”

You don’t look up from the worn romance novel in your lap. Birdie- who Soap is likely actually calling- sighs, setting down her Joan Didion. She blinks at Soap, and Soap shoots her a roguish smile, ragged at the edges.

“Everywhere I go, I see your face,” Birdie groans, but you smile at the fondness in her voice. No one is truly annoyed by Soap unless they’re exhausted or she’s encouraging their kids to put sticks in their mouths “for science”. “Can’t even get away from you on my time off.”

“Ach, come off it.” Soap plops down between you two, flashing you a similar roguish grin- not the same panty-melting one Birdie had received. “Pop.”

“Suds.” You see her face scrunch. The two of you had quickly devolved into calling each other nicknames of your nicknames- another, sacred level of friendship. The flame of attraction had gone out once you realized Soap’s heart was set on Birdie- and yet, you still found yourself leaning forward slightly. Soap glowed in such a way that you couldn’t help but feel your pulse thrum and your cheeks heat when she turned her sunshine gaze on you. She was magnetic. The love was simple, platonic. “What’d ya need?”

“Gaz said youse always take the 4th off.” Soap takes a long pull from the giant bottle of root beer on the floor of staff house. She pulls away, gagging slightly. “Tha fock is tha’ shite?”

“English, MacTavish,” you grunt fondly, and Soap reaches out to squeeze your hand.

“You stole that from Ghost,” Soap grumbles affectionately. Your cheeks warm just slightly at the name. “Anyway, I’ve come to invite myself along.”

“You were always invited anyway,” Birdie says, a slight flirty edge to her voice. “We know you well enough by now to know that you love blowing shit up on back roads.”

“Olive Garden, Red Robin or Cane’s?” You wipe a trail of blue Gatorade from your lips. Both of them sigh, the familiar list of chain restaurants echoing in the space. Since arriving in the states, it had been the goal of the American staff to corrupt their international cohort. Soap had discovered a fondness for St.Louis style barbecue- which hurt poor Birdie’s Texan heart- and Ghost never let on that he liked anything. Except the Papa John’s pizza with extra garlic dipping sauce he had shared with Gaz at the pool, making both their breaths smell rancid. The content groan that had escaped his lips when you went over to grab a slice still haunted your (sometimes salacious) dreams.

“What about that Mexican place? The one that Snoopy took us to, the one that doesn’t card?” Sunshine pipes up from her chair in the corner, laptop resting on her thighs. She grumbles in frustration- presumably, the WiFi went out again. Her summer classes were… going, as far as she could with the absolute shit internet on camp.

You, Birdie, and Soap exchange glances. “There’s nothing more American than stealing another culture’s food,” you concede.

“I was just planning on buying a couple shooters and pouring them into sodas, but your idea is way better,” Birdie says, taking a long drink from her water bottle. A high pitched squealing noise- a bit like a dolphin’s call- echoes through the room, and everyone bursts into laughter. She laughs, too, and hangs her head. “I need to fix that.”

“Just get another one, Mills,” you say, pulling out her nickname from real life. “You’ve had that bottle since, what, CIT summer?”

“It’s perfectly functional”, Birdie protests, wincing slightly when you and Sunshine give her a look. “Also, it’s got all my stickers.”

“It’s dented in five places,” Sunshine deadpans.

“Wakes me up in the middle o’ the night,” Soap grumbles. “Thought I had gotten out o’ that by staying with the older kids.”

[princessfaerygia]

one my favorite colors pine tree 🌲 green. Got this new hoodie at thrift shop.

My boyfriend apparently doesn't have a phone. Idk if he's lying. I suppose he isn't. But mom dropped him off at Walgreens. and then his roommate texted me his Western Union numbers for him. he brought his Chromebook or tablet thought he was gonna go to McDonald's and use the wifi there. I messaged him on Facebook. It's been like 35 mins and he still hasn't been online. I'm confused. it hurts my heart that he's a liar. Friend amber says he is trash and I need to heal my inner child and then I will attract the one for me. I just can't get over his back massages or my attraction to him.

he drew the snail 🐌 I drew the heart cat 🤍🐈‍⬛🤍

This on the refrigerator.

Bah I guess I will peruse Pinterest or pray in sacred solemn silence.

Doing laundry, did dishes, swept floor, took out trash.

Yesterday I binged pretty bad. Vegetarian ravioli and a vegan falafel sandwich. Plus lots of bananas and granola bars and bfs homemade cream cheese icing.

I'm a lil bit hurt. That's life. Today I have consumed thus far~ medium smoothie : mango kale w almond milk. W gut health additive and immune support additive and super grains like chia seeds and er, other super grains.

[darkmaga-returns]

Legacy media gatekeepers are losing their grip on the public conversation and they don’t like it, even if they mostly deserve it. That’s one of the reasons Vice President J.D. Vance’s speech at the Munich Security Conference was as well received by the successors to Spiro Agnew’s favorite scribes as a nationwide ban on free WiFi in press filing centers.

In the past, the default position of most in the media would be to at least grudgingly find a kindred spirit in a public figure who delivers a defense of free speech, even if they dislike the person who delivered the message or find them a flawed messenger for the First Amendment and the Fourth Estate. 

The trouble is that a nontrivial number of influential media figures no longer see themselves in such appeals to free speech, especially when a conservative political leader takes up the mantle. They see their competitors and, more charitably, the purveyors of wrongthink against whom they are the last line of defense.

This was apparent in the much-maligned question by Margaret Brennan of CBS News in which she blamed the Nazis’ “weaponization” of free speech for the Holocaust. While many have disputed the historical accuracy of her premise, she is also assuming that the anti-free speech laws in Europe can only regulate bad people, not urbane arbiters of which fruits are apples or bananas like herself.

These questions are now being debated at the highest levels of our government. “Democracy rests on the sacred principle that the voice of the people matters,” Vance said in Europe. “There is no room for firewalls. You either uphold the principle or you don’t.”

[coolcrazycoffeecat]

Also would be kinda cool if the Sun god refers to Apollo because of the parallels between Poseidon and Zeus both acting in defence of their children and their furry friends.

Like Polyamory gets blinded and his FAVOURITE sheep is killed. So he tells his dad. And his dad goes ballistic. Ruthless even. Killing (almost) everyone except the guy who did it. And then proceeds to hunt him mercilessly for a decade. There are no choices here, he knows exactly who did it (and probably his childhood street address and WiFi-password) but he still kills everyone in the nearby vicinity just to fuck with him (or does he think them guilty by association?). The actual act of revenge is more important than the appearance of justice.

Meanwhile the cattle is sacred and favoured by the sun. And also like, total cutie patooties . So if the sun = Apollo, Zeus stepping in is him acting on behalf of his kid. Since the cows are a gods sacred animal maybe that sends out some radar to the gods what’s going on or Apollo had to ask his dad for help (but then, why not just avenge Bessie himself?). Zeus seems to know that the crew is the one responsible but the crew are a crew and the punishment could be symbolic, aka Ody the captain taking the blame since he is the figurehead rather than the ones who actually did it. So here the appearance of justice is more important than the ones responsible actually being punished. He also makes Ody make the decision to kill the crew, something Poseidon didn’t do. Which feels worse, though of course in this case the crew is actually guilty.

Anyhow, I too would immediately run to my dad if strange men broke in to my home and started killing my beloved houseplants, so relatable.

[souptastical]

✨️important update regarding the "Cursed Child" folder✨️

Posted on: 02/17/25 at 11:25 PM

IMPORTANT TO READ, DONT PM ME UNTIL YOU DO:

In 2 days' time (Feb 19th at 11:25 pm), the folder with 80 GB of performances will be password protected. The password changes roughly each time I share a link with someone, so please only message me when you're actually able to download and not on the go. The password will stay active for 4 1/2 hours, which should be more than enough time for those with low as 25 mbps wifi to download 2 files- each folder is roughly 20 GB and each loose file (out of the folders) is roughly 20 GB. If you have 15 mbps or lower, PLEASE let me know, as I am more than happy to keep the password up longer. If you don't know, skip down to the bottom of this post.

The reason I'm doing this is to avoid public link sharing of my folder (not my recordings, but my folder). When companies get word of things like this being widely accessible to the public, they're not fond of it, and it ends up driving previously accessible communities underground- the niche theatre ones on reddit for example. I'm not part of them, but out of respect for their longevity, I would like to keep this collection sacred.

Totally feel free to message me for both the link and the password while making sure to let me know if you have low bandwidth- if you end up getting a dropped download bc i changed the password as you didnt let me know, its not my fault lmao. *continued part is for those trying to figure out how good their internet speed is*

Best way to see what your speed is by using the speed test app by the company "Ookla" on a smartphone. Rule of thumb; the number of devices on your connection affects your download speed and to help you gauge if your speed is good- 20mbps and below is crap, 30 is manageable and 100 is good.

[bakingrecipe]

You self-important little existential crisis in human form, let’s get one thing straight—you are not a hater, you’re just chronically online. just read you stupid ass piece about friendship on substack and didn’t take me long to find your loser lair. you write like it’s some sacred blood oath, as if being your friend requires signing a legally binding contract that says “I will text or oh no back within five minutes or she will spiral into an essay about emotional labor.” You are like a emo overcooked rotisserie chicken, Lets cut to the chase it is no surprise that you are at the end of the day a tumblr girl with daddy issues and a wannbe god complex. every single thing you write sounds like it belongs on a vintage blog titled softboi musings & melancholia, but instead of depth, it’s just pure, unfiltered main character syndrome. Likeeeee queen, be honest, do you think in lowercase?

Your entire personality is built around feeling things too deeply, but sweetie, no one is persecuting you except your own WiFi connection. Girl, you are not perceiving—you are hallucinating. It’s giving social paranoia with a side of victim complex. At this point, your Notes app must be 80% unsent paragraphs and 20% “how can i make this about me” crises. The way you throw around words like “recharge” when you really just mean disappearing for weeks to brood in the shadows like you’re the protagonist of an indie film nobody asked for? BFFR. Logging off is not a spiritual journey, it’s just not answering people. You say “shitposting on Tumblr again might fix me.” Be so for real. NOTHING is fixing you. You are held together by vibes and an extensive collection of niche internet memes. At this point, if someone handed you stability, you’d drop it just so you could write a 1,500-word essay on how security is a cage and pain makes art.

You are a person who spends entire afternoons curating the perfect sad playlist instead of just going to therapy. You have never let a thought sit quietly in your head without trying to turn it into a moody one-liner. You don’t need healing Close the Notes app. Step outside. Touch the grass. And not as a metaphor.

[copperbadge]

Three Jokes From Rome

The AS Roma football fandom is a little wild, and there are some real weird corners of it, but one of my favorite things is the sense of humor they have on social media. In the lead up to today’s Europa Cup there are three jokes that never fail to make me laugh: 

1. The Fragility of Paulo Dybala: Dybala is one of Roma’s top scorers even despite being out for much of the season with injuries; he’s known to be “injury prone” which is why it was a little bit of a risk to sign him. That said, he’s spectacular in play and Rome loves him, so every time a photograph of him is posted, the commentary fills with people acting overly concerned for his well-being. “Dybala, don’t walk on that grass, you’ll slip! Think of your ankles!”  “Please carry Paulo to the airplane, don’t make him walk, what if he trips?” “SOMEONE PUT THE BOY IN A GLASS CASE UNTIL THE GAME PLEASE.”  “There’s too much ice in your glass, Paulo, don’t drink it so quickly!” 

2. The Sturdiness of Nemanja Matic: Conversely, Nemanja Matic is a much less flashy player and has scored fewer goals (expected, given he’s a midfielder) but is incredibly hard-working and always seems to be where he’s needed. He has become the local equivalent of a Chuck Norris meme. After a game where he did a lot of running, the next morning people were posting stuff like “Matic hasn’t stopped running, he ran through my yard this morning” and “Matic has run to the sea and that’s the last we saw of him”. The best of these was on a recent post that showed the team on the plane to Budapest for the Europa Cup. Someone posted “How are they sending internet posts on a plane in flight?” and someone else replied, “Matic is such a powerful wifi conductor they’re just using him.” 

3. The Vitality of Europa Cup: The cup is a big deal for Rome for reasons we don’t really need to get into on this, a nerdy tumblr, but the importance of the match has caused discussion of everything from a girl’s father missing her graduation to attend it (Marta, the graduating daughter, is a bit of a meme at this point) to a joke that I’ve seen a million times even in America and still laugh at: 

“I have tickets to the cup match, but it’s the same day as my wedding. So if anyone wishes to attend in my place....the wedding is at the Church of the Sacred Heart at 11am.”

[royalnugget42]

The God of Stories and the Nowhere Man

A Post-Canon look at the characters if Loki

In the years (weeks? decades? seconds?) after the birth of Yggdrasil, there was no mention of the TVA in any part of history. Such has always been the case. The TVA prides itself on anonymity and secrecy, almost as much as it values bureaucracy.

The same cannot be said of some of the figures involved.

———

Also majorly fuck Disney corporation for funding genocide. Go here to support humanitarian aid for Palestine.

B15 has a seat in the war room, defending Loki’s branches against the coming storm. Incredibly skilled tactician, yet humble enough to seek counsel from others, it isn’t long before she’s the de facto head of their little council. She insists that no one stand on ceremony though.

Casey, for his part, finally decided to look into his past. Reading history pages and conspiracy theories about his sacred timeline self is a little unnerving, but also very cool. In his branch he was Frank Morris, a criminal mastermind and an incredible escape artist. He’s always been a desk worker, but even if he never does any field work, he’s gained the confidence to become a proper analyst, a spiritual successor to Mobius.

O.B is recursive as always, but after finally leaving his basement level room, he came up with some improvements to the TVA headquarters. Their tech is now more reliable, their processes more streamlined and efficient, and the wifi has never been faster. He publishes the second edition of the TVA handbook. Victor Timely works well with him, and also suggests that they make better temporal radiation suits, even if they hopefully won’t have to use them anytime soon.

Most of the hunters still haven’t read the new guide, but Casey finally works up the courage to ask for an autograph. O.B writes his phone number as well. Of course, neither of them actually have phones, O.B was trying to be romantic, but the gesture goes over Casey’s head for a bit. Eventually they figure it out. O.B takes him to a bookstore.

Brad is left to go back to his own version of the timeline, but it’s bittersweet. He can’t forget the faces of the people who were depending on him in that cube. Can’t help thinking that it should’ve been him in there, not Dox. They all still exist somewhere on the timeline, but it’s not the same. They’re not coming back in a way that matters. When he goes back to being an actor he uses as much money as he can on humanitarian aid and charitable donations. It doesn’t erase the screams, but they get quieter.

Ravonna is lost at the end of time, and constantly on the run from various Lokis that she pruned a long time ago. Alioth never hurts her though. Even though she stood before it, choosing death instead of a life constantly on the run, it passed over her like a normal mist. In her heart she knows it’s Loki. She thinks he’s being vindictive by letting her survive. Eventually she’ll learn that he’s being gracious, allowing her the chance to change. She reminds him so much of himself sometimes.

Sylvie works at the McDonald’s, and it doesn’t pay much, but she never cares about it. What she wants she can summon or enchant someone into getting it for her, and what she doesn’t want she just doesn’t bother with, because she doesn’t have to anymore. She doesn’t have to do anything she doesn’t want to do ever again. She smiles. Maybe she’ll go on a date or something. Maybe she’ll go on vacation just for the Hel of it. There’s something so beautifully divine in being a creature of habit, a goddess of chaos finally settled, like a puzzle piece rattling into place. Privately, she calls herself the goddess of freedom.

All of them find their places, and make names for themselves, but their stories do not reach far, by intention. They are little things, twining with the rest of the branches.

There are two that find themselves in many branches; The God of Stories, and the Nowhere Man.

The god of stories is an ornate title, and a little dramatic. It’s accurate though. He weaves the lives of many into new branches, shifting with each misplaced footprint. The sheer multitude of the branches is their protection; The Conqueror won’t find them if he doesn’t know where to look.

This weaving has consequences though. One of the branches Loki touches is near the genesis of his own people. Heimdall is there, and he sees the tree, and its branches, and all the nine realms. It bothers him that he cannot see into the center, but alas, some things are beyond even his sight. He knows someone is there, though, and the legend grows in Asgard of the one who sits in the world tree, spinning the threads of fate into stories. Over time, the legend turns into the three frost giantesses known as the Norns.

And he is not idle in his throne either. At length he discovers that he can leave his seat at the center of the tree, but it’s dangerous to do so. His power is tied to the tree, and without him it begins to wilt again. It’s a while before he can leave it for more than a few seconds.

He manages though, and even while separated from the tree he can reach into the fabric of the branches he travels, unwinding them and twisting them as he sees fit. Legends arise around New Asgard that the brother of Thor has returned, with an unknown power in his hands. SWORD looks into it, but they find nothing out of the ordinary. Darcy looks into it and finally meets Thor’s brother. She slaps him, like Jane Foster once did, but she grows to like him eventually. They bond over a shared love of snakes.

And he doesn’t always appear as…himself. Sometimes the god of stories is herself, or theirself. They’ve appeared as a snake, a wolf, and once as a horse, but that story doesn’t need to be elaborated on. The snake is most common though, and some begin to call him Jormungandr. The world serpent.

Eventually Steven Strange takes an interest in whoever has been crawling through the multiverse. Loki drops him in a perpetual fall for an hour, and Strange decides it’s none of his damn business.

Legends of these types have echoing similarities. Solitude is their main theme, occasionally countered by the figure of the nowhere man.

Some stories say he’s the only one who dares to stand against the god of stories. His fate is his own after all, because he exists in no time at all. No story to twist, no time to pause, a Mobius, with no end and no beginning. Once they learn of him, they decide that he must surely be the greatest adversary of Jormungandr. Loki, for his part, finds it absolutely hilarious.

Other types of stories do crop up, though. The nowhere man walks among the people, and can erase your fate with a mere touch. Relentlessly the Norns pursue him. Some say it’s because the god of stories wishes to have his fate pulled away from him, like stars into the void. Some say it’s because Jormungandr craves total authority, and only when he consumes the nowhere man will he be sated. Some even say that they’re partners, companions, a yin and yang of sorts. They say that without one, the other would fall to ruin. This version of the tale emerged after too many instances of someone threatening Mobius where Loki could hear them (and if they’re on one of his branches he can always hear them loud and clear).

The Nowhere Man is a being of pure chaos. The God of Stories is order incarnate. The two of them cackle about the reversal of their roles, as they walk the branches of Yggdrasil. They laugh together often these days, and these days are now all the days, for all time. Always.

[cleolinda]

Weekend links, May 12, 2024

My posts

Your head is hurting and your wifi is out because the biggest solar flare/geomagnetic storm in 20 years hit this weekend. I didn’t actually get to see the aurora borealis, but apparently it really did come down as far as Alabama. 

I admit that this was an extremely glib reply. But like, Athena specifically doesn’t like people claiming they’re better than her, so you can imagine the carnage when you throw in two more goddesses as well.  

(I feel like that post happened a month ago. This week has felt so ungodly long.)

Reblogs of interest

Hot Vintage Lady Bracket: Round 6. Eight polls. Poll Mod immediately chose violence and put Marilyn Monroe against Hedy Lamarr. Since Ava Gardner is out (actual shockers: Greta Garbo and Rita Hayworth are also gone), I was going to say “I’m just Chaos Elmo Flames Dot Gif about it all” but now I’m just scared. 

(Why would you ask us, a hot vintage poll blog, this)

Dracula Daily is in full swing again, and you can eat along!

The Met Gala was honestly decent this year! I reblogged only (some of) the ones I liked, including some of the construction details and a lot of Zendaya, although my favorite might have been Rebecca Ferguson with the crows. 

A while back and not what he wore to the Gala, but: Lil Nas X looking beautiful in a rose garden.

Hozier Watch 2024: I really thought there wasn’t going to be anything else and then he was like, “Oh I should probably put out a video for my accidental international #1.” I am entirely disgruntled that he was here last weekend and I couldn’t go. 

From the top of the week, Drake vs. Kendrick Lamar: An explainer. Also, Kendrick recs.

MrBeast is living in a joyless hell of his own making, and I at least understand now why he has always freaked me out. 

So anyway noted plagiarist James Somerton is alive and well on Twitter, where he’s... well, he sure is there. The words “hole posting” are involved. Another explainer for you. 

Lynda Carter proves she’s on Tumblr

We put our faith in BLAST HARDCHEESE

Peace and love on planet Earth and also in the Uber

“thinking about middle aged gay love is like. we have a future and we have time”

While there are merits to this concern, “Writers should all clown on Americans by making up places in THEIR country” doesn’t really sting when we’re all like “Yeah we love doing that!!!” I personally give you all permission to make up as many wackadoodle state names as you want. You can have West Mainolina for free. 

Meanwhile in Alabama: Bad, bad Leroy Brown, the baddest fish in the whole damn town

RIP Walnut the crane: “The Bride”

Dinosaurs are terrible lizards

Teaching consent is a many-faceted thing

Become ungovernable: grill edition

Video

Galadriel’s opening Fellowship of the Ring monologue, but it’s the Deep South (U.S.). “Across the county line in Mordor, the Dark Lord Sauron made his self another ring outta everything mean the devil put in him.” Absolutely pitch perfect. 

Also pitch perfect: Wellness influencers with terrible advice

“Mooom, the chocolate alchemist has an accomplice now!”

I will always reblog cheetah sounds

The Collage Atlas: a hand-drawn game on Steam

The sacred texts

South Canada. South South Canada. Canada A Bit to the Left

I think I’ve listed this compilation of parody lyrics (”I’m sorry Ms. Jackson/I am four eels”) before, but there’s more now

“Roses are red, that much is true, but violets are purple, not fucking blue”

Personal tags of the week

Scrungly and, as a related topic, Belphegor the Devon rex kitten.

[reality-detective]

Sisyphus Art Table.

A magnet which pulls a steel ball through the sand creating unending sacred design patterns.

The Sisbot is WiFi connected and controlled by a small Raspberry Pi computer with a mobile app which plays more than 160 different fractled, sacred geometric design patterns. Each Sisyphus table allows for the user to create their own custom designs as well. 🤔

A friend of mine has one of these. It's pretty cõõl and it lights up. ✨