#sacred wifi

[nickstellanova]

Sacred wifi drawing in a teeny sketchbook

[aropride]

scrolling thru ao3

[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)

[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.

[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.

[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. ✨

[voyeur-clairvoyant]

Hot take of the night:

After watching 50+ tarot de marseille channels on youtube I have some conclusions

Either all of them are dumb fucks or they straight up give a shit about history (and I'm a walking bathtub of acid).

Like, I GET that someone is the 90's had less resources so YEAH! I can understand if they believe some silly myths like "tarot was made in Egypt" and shit like that.

NOW, IN THE YEAR OF OUR LORD 2024 I CAN'T STAND another bitch saying "✨The Lover card is all about choices✨". WHAT?? Like, be fucking serious! That's a factual mistake due to poor artistic skills and missing info.

Then again, I can understand it from someone who had to learn by themself 50 years ago BUT YOU HAVE A PHONE AND YOU HAVE WIFI and by god you're lucky I don't have your adress cause I'd be on the fucking news.

LOVE. THE FUCKING CARD IS ABOUT LOVE.

I'm serious. Either many of them are dumb as a rock or they give a massive shit about history and basic facts and I'm ready to commit first degreee homicide.

"✨The Hanged man is about self-sacrifice and perspective✨" Wrong

"✨Death is actually not about death at all but E V O L U T I O N✨" Wrong

(talking about tarot de marseille and other classic decks. I'm a massive "no one cares about" enjoyer of the esoteric decks)

If I hear another one of them say ANYTHING about the fucking flowers or the fucking leaves in the minor arcana I'm hunting them down and eating them cannibal style, ok? Are all on the same page? Jesus Chirst, basic shit like why the Bataleur has "potential and power over the elements". They have NO idea, like, do they seriously think tarot is just a list of wacky pictures with fortune cookie level of messages added to 'em at random??

How many readers read with a tarot deck but can't actually read tarot?? (subtle but important difference)

Basic stuff like the fucking context. NO, the Rider-White-Smith deck is not the first one, and for god's sake tarot has nothing to do with Egypt and that's lowkey a racist take. Fuck you Gebellin, but at least you were a moron with historic blindness, IN THE OTHER HAND, you tarot "master" with internet access and a youtube channel, can you repeat that shit about how "tarot is actually the sacred texts of Thoth hidden into playing cards" or are we normal about historic records?

The fucking obsession with the little details. And fuck, I'm a devil's advocate so I can see how incredible must be from a surreal perspective the use of Dali's paranoid-critical method on tarot HOWEVER, I'm tired, Im so fucking tired about the meaningless details.

The Fool is not carrying a spoon, bitch be fucking real hashasha. It's a rod, a simple stich to carry his bundle of few belongings.

The missing leg on the Bataleur's table is not hiding on the Papesse's card or talking about secrets and hidden info. LOOK at the fucking card and use your brain: It's not there because the artist made a poor woodcut and the table was too big for the card. That's it.

Wheel of Fortune is a gore scene from an artistic pov. Absolutely destroyed.

The Empress has no fucking wings, again, be for real, it's just a badly drawn throne.

The lines in the Papesse's book mean absolutely nothing.

No one cares about if Death is cutting it's own foot.

Hermit's lamp used to be an hourglass because the card is TIME but then again, who cares.

I'm so tired about all this nonsense and this is just the basic level of nonsense hahaha. I'm not even touching the fucking monster that the New Age (and Alejandro Jodorowsky) created. The fucking white-washing of all cards and context into pathetic and unrelated new interpretations without any actual deep.

People have a natural fear of death. And shit! You can see how bad it was that even its name was banished into the "Arcane sans nom" or the "Arcane 13". People have always been pissing and shitting their pants thinking about death.

BUT BITCH, even that was fairest and more honest than straight up pretending Death has nothing to do with death. The little cunty names like "change" and "transformation" are the same shit as the arcane sans nom just done more cowardly. Am I being a dick? Yes, absolutely, I'm sorry for what I'm saying but this is my vent post of the year.

Tarot is something so humble, simple and human that the mere idea of talking about it as something "hidden" or "arcane" makes me sick. It's right there! You already know it! Love! Death! Time! Fame!

You have been on this planet for idk how many fucking years, you know the Sun, the Moon, the Stars. What else do you need?

Tarot should be easy and humble but instead we have a massive ton of bullshit about how "mysterious" and "enigmatic" the cards are, mixed with another ton of white washed nonsense and historic blindness. Look at the card!!! Look beyond the details of the artistic interpretation!!! Look beyond the shadow casted by the puppet and look beyond the puppet and into the light of the prime fire!!!

"✨The Lover card has actually nothing to do with love✨" and shit like that are not the revolutionay statement they think it is. As a matter of fact it's a prideful demonstration of their own ignorance.

Tarot IS easy, humble, obvious, and clear and I'm willing to die in this fucking hill. (once again, talking about TdM and classic tarot. The esoteric decks are their own hell ahshasa)

[spaceunicorndemon]

Ravenclaw things (also probably some hc)

- still needing sleep after sleeping 8 hours

- or not needing any sleep and collapsing after three days

- CURIOSITY

- IMAGINATIVE

- probably somehow have working WIFI in the tower, the staff doesn't know about it tho

- who needs ink when you have pencils for better accuracy and less smearing? => huge point loss cuz ur not using the right materials

- unintentional meme factories

- they are on ALL the social medias to constantly stay up to date on whatever interests them

- meals are either sacred or not really important, depends on the moment

- BLANKETS.

- Just telling/sending/texting you whatever they just discovered/thought of/heard/read/saw cuz they want you to take part in their mind and they value you. Happens anywhere, at any time of the day or night. You can't escape it.

- Rambling

- they appreciate if you don't judge and are just supportive

- mostly cats, a bunch of owls and some toads/snakes/other amphibias or reptiles

- trying to research magic with scientific methods

- time doesn't exist and rules can't stop us (same with the other houses)

- respecting and always being polite to Helena

- very loud music at any given time

- everyone is just so diverse with their interests

- either pros at focusing or not, motivation is not always in their favor

- high intelligence, low/moderate wisdom

- or the other way around, just never together

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Thank you very much🌸

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You know what really interests me? How all you Gazans have access to WiFi and devices to get online with in the middle of a supposed genocide? It is one of two things; either you are frauds trying to profit off the backs of others or Israel is doing it's absolute best not to harm the innocents ( unlike Hamas who rapes and murders indiscriminately) It isn't easy, of course, with the people you voted in using civilians as human shields, but they do try.

If it wasn't clear enough, I am not helping you. I am fully behind Israel and their sacred duty to respond however they wish, to the massacre of Oct 7th, 2023.

From now on you people are blocked. Just had to get some of the things I have been thinking about out. Your ask was the perfect medium.

[istherewifiinhell]

did. did i just forget the sacred rule. wifis shalt not post g1 images from their phone........ which is a real phenomena that happens to me on this very good and normal website and im literally at my desk but i tried to post from my phone anyway...............

[naavispider]

About what you posted of Spider teaching the recoms Fornite and TikTok dances:

Last I remembered I think Avatar was set like on a far future so… it’s more likely that THE RECOMS teach SPIDER FORNITE AND TIKTOK DANCES . 💀💀

Honestly 😂 I didn’t even come up with this idea but I LOVE it 😜 tiktok and Fortnite both require some form of wifi which presumably Pandora has since the humans started colonising it. I like to visualise spider and Lo’ak chilling in the shack playing Fortnite on some old tablets (available because thank god someone from hellsgate brought a futuristic downloaded form of the game with them in their personal effects), with Kiri and Neteyam sometimes joining. Honestly jake too. They do the dances all together one day (there’s barely room in the shack) and since then like to whip them out at clan celebrations. Lo’ak tells Mo’at it is a sacred human tradition that Spider has taught them and has halfway taught her a whole one, until Neytiri sees and goes ape shit on him 👀

As for the recoms for SURE they have their fave tiktok dances, which I think is probably a new concept for spider because he won’t know what tiktok is, but his face lights up when they show him their fave challenges. They definitely tried to film one or two on one the quieter days they were looking for jake in the forest/reefs.

[mochinomnoms]

There was a wifi outage in the middle of me writing so now my draft didn't automatically save and I'm too sacred to exit the doc 🫠

[dearheart42regenerated]

What is "Vega"?

"I told him there's no way you'd be foolish enough to believe in a myth like Vega...looks like I was wrong."

so I was rewatching a few scenes and that line from Kane in the 2-part finale suddenly got my brain going brrrr about WORLDBUILDING!!! because if "Vega" was a thing completely made up by Kane, why would he talk as if the idea was an already-existing myth?? the implications are delicious to me, sooo. here's my own personal overly-elaborate theory/headcanon... *insert drumroll here*

Vega = "Anonymous"

by that I mean Vega is basically this universe's version of the hacker group...albeit much more focused and serious than ours. they're trying to save the world, after all.

there are many rumors, myths and conspiracy theories about what and where Vega is - "a spy organization in Cleveland" is just one of the bigger ones (for whatever reason lmao.) most of these stories have been planted by the members of Vega themselves, to make it all the more impossible to find them or prove their existence. they do their work quietly and thoroughly, without any announcement or warning, and any traces left of who they might be are either scrubbed or quickly swallowed up by all the tinfoil-hat "evidence" circulating around.

Vega is anywhere and anyone. they exist as a sprawling collective of spies, hacktivists, pirates, coders, digital archivists AND, perhaps most crucially...guerilla data cablers. any person with these skills is welcome to be part of the group, so long as they commit to The Priority.

"The Priority" is Vega's single unifying mission: to restore open, unrestricted internet to all corners of the post-apocalyptic world, and reconnect every pocket of civilization scattered around Earth. they believe achieving "complete connection" again is the key to saving humanity from total extinction.

are they gonna save the world with wifi? yes. yes they are.

there is no chain of command, no counsel, no head "in charge" of Vega handing out missions or telling everyone what to do...which means internal dissent happens a lot. but generally as long as the members all agree to dedicate their efforts to The Priority and work in good faith with each other, almost anything goes idea-wise...and yes, sometimes that does include taking direct action against fascist dictators. ;)

there are also four basic rules every member must follow while working in the group:

1 - "VEGA IS A MYTH." Vega will continue to "not exist" in the public eye until a two-thirds majority of the members agree that officially revealing themselves to the world is both necessary and unavoidable. they do this to make it harder for bad actors to weaponize their work or use their name for self-serving political gain.

2 - "SECRECY IS MANDATORY." YOU DO NOT TALK ABOUT FIGHT CLUB talking about Vega to outsiders is forbidden, unless inviting someone to join the cause. members revealing their identities to each other is also forbidden. anyone who publicly claims credit for something in Vega's name has either eventually been exposed as a fake, or thoroughly framed as a fake by the other members if one goes rogue.

3 - "CENSORSHIP IS THE ENEMY." having open access to the world's knowledge is absolutely sacred to Vega - it is THE "why" behind the "what" of their mission! so while members are free to act on their own, attacking libraries, journalists or the media is both forbidden and unforgivable. the only exception is when they find a media network/organization with censors or restrictions placed on it - in which case, they will only act to lift those restrictions, so people have the ability to find all the information for themselves.

4 - "CONNECTION IS THE PRIORITY." whatever the members do, their plans must be in service of Vega's mission in some way...whether it's restoring or preserving an ancient website, breaking into a new location to install or repair data cables, or hacking a corrupt politician's computer system.

there's a delicious irony in Kane using the "myth" of Vega to capture Mike. at some point in the future, the true Vega will play a key role in helping the Burners free the people of Deluxe from Kane's clutches once and for all...and finally, reconnecting all of Detroit with the outside world.

(also VEGA INVITES CHUCK AND JULIE TO JOIN THEM AND THEY GET TO DO COOL HEROIC SUPER-SECRET HACKER/SPY STUFF TO SAVE THE DAY AND IT'S FUCKIGN AWESOME)