#samy!tan

[oplishin]

loved this moment after their match where chad first seems to push away sami's hug, then raises his hand in an attempt at good sportsmanship, then immediately drops it because he's so emotionally overwhelmed by his loss. he does a great job conveying his internal conflict before the heel turn.

[peonycats]

Love your siberian OCs! Have you already made/have considered making Finno-Ugric (Sami, Komi, Karelia, Mordovia) or Samoyedic (Nenets, Enets, Selkup) OCs?

I've drawn Sami here before (I like her design but I think I would probably tweak it a bit next time I draw her 🤔) But I do have Nenets and Komi in the works! Slowly working towards a continuation of my Siberian Squad post with even more minority nation-tans, and this is a sketch page of concepts for Nenets and Komi!

[santiclaus]

día 24.

hoy es una noche especial. no es navidad aún, pero es nuestra primera nochebuena juntos, tanto como pareja como familia.

no sé si alguna vez te lo he comentado, pero la época decembrina es especial para mí. es un mes cualquiera, pero también la excusa perfecta para ser más niños que adultos.

no tengo palabras para expresarte lo que significa el que hayamos llegado hasta acá. la partecita de mí que no creía tener oportunidad contigo debe estar retorciéndose de alegría, porque ese chico tan raro, lindo e inteligente, se convirtió en la persona que besamos bajo el muérdago.

tú sabes que yo soy de buscar coincidencias [a veces] descabelladas para explicar que lo nuestro, además de labrado por nosotros, fue testificado por el universo. estos días había estado pensando en que la primera navidad de Pechan estaba cerca y que habría sido lindo si fuese también la primera para Sami, pero según mis cálculos, ya tuvo que haber vivido una. lo mío son los números como concepto, no como operación. cuando me enteré que, en efecto, era la primera navidad para nuestros hijitos, una vocecita en mi cabeza ratificó lo que yo siempre he creído: tú y yo estamos atados por el destino.

claro, no es que tenga lógica alguna hacer esa relación, pero quiero creer que detalles tan 'insignificantes' son una prueba de que debíamos ser.

verás, hoy no habrá una carta larga o muy emotiva, porque sabes que tu novia se desquicia con facilidad y, ahora mismo, está luchando a capa y espada por que su pequeño plan salga como es debido. tú, tan impaciente, tendrás que esperar vaaarias horas más, porque hoy es nochebuena, no navidad.

eres la persona que me hace sentir tan niña como adulta y te amo por eso.

[bayofwolves]

Rereading Fire and Ice

We're back again after a short break! Sorry this one took so long to get out, adult life caught up to me. As you might know, these posts are to discuss interesting tidbits and things I hadn't noticed before. Let's get right to it!

Once again, please mind the tags.

In A Revised History of Erdas, Rollan is native and has his long hair in two braids, so this cover messes with me. I really fuck with the colour scheme, though.

Meilin thinks Maya might be crazy. She also jokes about burning Pia's house down in a later chapter, which is a little unsettling! These are definitely just throwaway lines that aren't meant to be thought about again, but I find myself wishing the authors had purposefully written Maya to be a little bit off. It would add something to her character, at least.

Rollan is confirmed to be a person of colour! Yay! "His brown eyes were warm, his brown skin speckled with dirt from the road, his broad face comfortingly familiar." I wasn't a fan of the ambiguous "tan" description he got before.

It seems Abeke may have been physically abused in her home as well as emotionally. She says that if she had ever talked back to her father like Rollan did to Pia, she would be switch-whipped. Pojalo, mark my words, you will answer for everything you've done to hurt this girl.

Abeke being a Rain Dancer becomes relevant! Everybody cheer! Being near water helps her think clearly and make sense of the situation in Samis. Would have been nice to show her actually making it rain at any point like Rain Dancers are supposed to do, but I'll take this, I guess…

Aidana may have had Rollan when she was a teenager. This doesn't have any real merit, but I think it's very possible. And no matter her age at the time, given her circumstances -- living on the streets, mentally unwell and experiencing frequent blackouts -- I doubt her pregnancy was of her own will. Especially considering how she never mentions anything about Rollan's father, and he never asks.

Rollan doesn't seem to remember Wikerus. (Perhaps he only had traumatic memories of him, and his brain covered these up along with the memories of Aidana's sickness.) He probably would have mentioned to the Greencloaks that his mother was Marked if he'd known.

Zerif must have found and cured Aidana while he was in Concorba seeking Rollan and Essix. I doubt he would have visited that city on two separate occasions. He likely came across her after losing Rollan to Olvan. Another element of tragedy to their story: Aidana was possibly just hours or minutes too late to safely reunite with her son.

Aidana talks about the Devourer helping people, seeking out those afflicted by the bonding sickness and curing them with the Bile. It's unclear if she means Gar or Shane by this, but I'm inclined to believe the latter. In that case, it would have been interesting to see some of this -- Shane finding people the Greencloaks passed over and taking their pain away. He would have genuinely thought he was doing something right, even if he was offering them up to Gerathon in the process.

Pia may have been alive in Feliandor's time, as Rollan notices she doesn't seem surprised to learn of the new war. This is entirely possible, as Suka presumably froze herself and stopped visiting Samis soon after the Fall of the Four in the First Devourer War.

The animal that attacks the group's boat on their way to Arctica isn't fully revealed. I hope it was a creature that doesn't exist on Earth. I imagine a hippocampus or something like it, since the noise made when Tarik strikes it is described as sounding like a wet horse's flank.

Tarik's bond with Lumeo gives him the power to control water. Wish we'd seen more of this.

Abeke has never seen hail before their nights in Arctica.

Conor singing has always been one of the most memorable parts of this book for me. I wish there'd been other instances of him singing folk songs for the group.

So as we've seen with Suka, Great Beasts can devolve into a beast-like state -- presumably if they are comatose for a long period of time. Suka had probably been asleep for hundreds of years, so it makes sense that her mind would be delayed.

Jhi calming Suka reminds me of what Meilin's bond token was intended to do. It would have been a neat callback to what happened here if it had stopped Song's murderous rage.

Halawir's identity as the Betrayer has actually been hinted at in a few books prior to the reveal, this one and Tales of the Great Beasts. Here, it's clear that him asking for Suka's talisman meant he was up to something.

Abeke and Maya's little conversation where they hold hands for comfort and call each other magical is the gayest thing these books have given us since... Suka and Jhi, a few chapters ago. It's a really sweet but also sad moment, Maya revealing that she is traumatized and Abeke not knowing how to help. Definitely one of my favourite parts.

The dream Conor has about the group all wearing strange shoes could have actually had some meaning behind it. The laces on Meilin's dumpling shoes that stretch behind them for miles could symbolize her Bile bond leading the Conquerors to them. Abeke falling through the ice with her fire shoes, but Conor being unable to save her, could foreshadow her being captured by the Conquerors in the next book. As you may recall, Conor was not present and could not do anything when this happened.

I don't believe Shane had any intention of cutting Uraza off Abeke's skin. It's this line for me: "Shane is too much of a diplomat, so Zerif made sure we [Ana and Tahlia] came along and enforced the plan. He was especially hurt by Abeke's betrayal." I'm assuming Shane knew of the plan, and may have been okay with threatening Abeke to get what he wanted (similar to how he used Achi to win his fight against Lishay in The Book of Shane: Vendetta), but wasn't going to actually harm her. He knew he could get the talisman another way. Zerif, on the other hand, wanted Abeke to suffer and so sent two of his minions along. Less plausible is the chance Shane wasn't even in on it to begin with, and Zerif (and his minions) deliberately conspired behind his back. (I'm all for the Conquerors defying Shane's authority, given that ARHoE has Drina stage a coup, so I find this possibility particularly intriguing.)

Kind of wish Abeke had ridden on Great Briggan with Conor in the final battle. Would have made for an iconic scene.

Poor Abeke is concussed during the final battle. I never spotted this growing up because I've never had a concussion and didn't know the signs. I thought she was just tripping, to be honest.

Rollan begins to slip into suicidal ideation after his mom tries to kill him. This book has not been kind to our protagonists, not one bit.

On this quest, the team has done two terrible things: destroyed the Ice Palace, a place built by generations of Ardu, and condemned the entire village of Samis to death. And all for a talisman that slips out of their hands, no less.

My final thoughts on Fire and Ice are mixed. There were some inconsistencies and relapses in character development, and while I can chalk it up to being a product of the many different authors working on this series, it still got on my nerves a little. Let's be real, Conor's animosity towards Shane came out of nowhere and is wildly out of character for him. Rollan shouldn't have been grating on Conor for giving away the Iron Boar when they resolved that conflict back in Blood Ties. It's a little messy. But I liked the rest. They introduced some elements in this one that really grabbed me. I absolutely love Aidana and her relationship with Rollan; she's a good example of how the war is not so black and white. I love how our protagonists firmly believe anything they do is justified because it's for the greater good, choosing to ignore the destruction they leave behind. I love the depth Rollan got, though it unfortunately came at the expense of other characters'. I wish they hadn't waited to develop Maya until we were nearing the end; I really enjoyed her when they gave her a bigger role. The focus this author gave Conor and Abeke has always been a highlight of the series for me; their relationship is so sweet and caring, though I see it as more platonic than anything. And of course, I loved the darker elements that this book had. Not only that, but it left me in emotional pain, which is exactly what I need to consider something a good read.

All in all, another solid addition to the series. This journey hurt our protagonists so much, and it hurt me.

This is part of an ongoing series.

Wild Born | Hunted | Blood Ties | Fire and Ice | Against the Tide | Rise and Fall | The Evertree

Immortal Guardians | Broken Ground | The Return | The Burning Tide

Heart of the Land | The Wildcat's Claw | Stormspeaker | The Dragon's Eye

Tales of the Great Beasts | The Book of Shane | Tales of the Fallen Beasts

[nenynrawrites]

Beach day with Hanoi Rocks:

Michael: Is buried in the sand

Razzle: Buried Michael into the sand

Andy: Getting a tan (also a try not to burn challenge 'cause he forgot sun lotion)

Nasty: Is with Andy (and was supposed to pack the sun lotion)

Sami: Guys, I think he's...Drowning...

[shootingpuckgoss]

Is the person next to him with all the bracelets Sammy? It looks like shat person is wearing a large ring which could be the same one Sammy was wearing.

No

The girl next to jack looked like sami the one HE FOLLOWED. She has plain brown hair, meanwhile another brunette had blonde fronts like the girl also in this pic who posted the story! She also wears lots of bracelets

It’s not Sammy. The girl has an obvious spray tan and when u see hee is much darker. Sammy was at a friends bday last night the girl pops in frame and has brown hair I’ll try to ss

If u take a look that girl had nails done and in this picture beneath Sammy does not and this is a very recent picture.

[moonknightblog]

A Sweet Whiskey (Part 3/3)

Jake Lockley x f!Reader Story (sfw)

Words: 2,735

Inspired by “Too Sweet” by Hozier (part 1) (part 2) (part 3)

Summary: You spend a night out with Jake Lockley!

It was Tuesday night, a night that you had been excited for, with a slight ofit a worry spread about. You were waiting in your car near the Moonfinder wt bar, it was 7:40 pm, and you were waiting till 8:00 to enter the bar, you came early not only because it is a habit but also to see if you could spot Lockley, last time he came early than you and caught you by surprise. Yet, you wayou only saw someone leaving the bar in a slightly drunken haze. 

It was 8:00 pm when you entered the bar, where you spotted Lockley chatting with the bartender, with a small smile. You approached him slowly, and when you were a few inches away, he quickly turned back and invited you to sit with his head. You sit right next to him, he has a slight cologne smell, it isn’t overpowering, and it is nice.

“You ready?” He said

“Yep!” You reply

He stands up, offering his hand to help you up, he kept holding your hand as he took you to his black taxi cab, and opening the passenger side for you. You thank him. The car has a slight tobacco smell. When Lockley entered the car, you stopped him from starting the car, you had a question for him.

“Before we begin, what do you mean exactly by spending the night with you.” You ask

“Don’t worry, I don’t one-night stands with beautiful women.” He said

“That’s not what I-“ You said

He chuckles softly,

“I know, I just going to show you the nightlife of the town, you just going join me for a few rides and a surprise or two.” He said

“A surprise?” You said

“You’ll just have to see,” he said

“I don’t like surprises.” You said

“I bet, but hey don’t stress about it, they aren’t too big anyways.” He said

“Alright…” You said

Lockley then started to start his car and drive, to pick up his first customer.

The first person he picked up wamiddle-aged-age man with dark brown hair and stubbles around his chin, he smiled when he saw Jake, and gave where he wanted to go to him.

“Lockley, ¿lo has estado haciendo bien? No te he visto en mucho tiempo.” the man said

“Tan bien como puedo, he estado ocupado con with padre arrastrándome a todas partes .” Lockley replied

The man looked at you and spoke,

“¿Esta es tu novia contigo?”

“No, solo un amigo que no tiene experiencia en la vida nocturna, mostrarles los alrededores es todo.” Lockley replied

“Veo, por cierto, he escuchado algunos rumores sobre un cierto grupo que se está volviendo”. The man said

“¿Rumores? ¿Qué has oído?” Lockley asked

“Sabes, Jordon, aparentemente pasaba por un sitio de construcción por la noche mientras caminaba a casa, y vio a esos monstruos cerca de un incendio, cantando alguna mierda extraña o algo así.” The man replied

“Hm, cualquier otra cosa, y qué sitio de construcción...” Lockley asked

“Es el sitio de construcción cerca del bar Wevin, el que está construyendo esos hoteles baratos. Hay una cosa más que también escuché, el propietario de Westpeak ha estado recibiendo muchos pedidos de armas de alta clase, armas que se sabe que el grupo usa.” The man said

“Es bueno saberlo, gracias por la información.” Lockley said

“Anything for you Lockley!” The man replied

You didn’t understand what they were saying, creating a slightly uncomfortable feeling, the only thing you can tell is that this man must be a friend of Lockley by the way they talked. It took about four more minutes till Lockley dropped off the man and then turned to you,

“Sorry, Sami is a good friend of mine, yet he only speaks Spanish, don’t mean make feel uncomfortable of course.”

“Oh no, it’s fine!” You said, slightly surprised that he even noticed

He shortly picks someone else after, it was a black-haired female, who looked like they just attended a punk-rock concert. She smiled at Jake.

“Jake! What have you been up to, haven’t seen you around much!” She said

“Just had some issues with my hermanos, that’s all.” He replied

“Ah~ I see, and who is this?” She said

“This is (y/n), I’m just showing what nightlifelife is like.” He said

“He quite charming huh? Don’t worry about him, he is a good guy.” She said toward you

“June…” He said under his breath

“What you are! I still remember you helping me with my creepy ex!” She said

“Creepy ex?” You ask

“Yeah, a year ago, I was been stalked by my old ex, he finally made a move when I was alone waiting for a cab, he started movtoog to close for comfort, and trying to grab me, that is when Jakey here came in and beat him up, scaring him away from me!” She said

“He saved you,” You said, reminding you of how he also saved you

“Yep, I have been hanging around him ever since, or at least when I need a ride, he is my go-to!” She said

You chat a bit more before Jake drops her off. After Jake drove around two more people, he also seemed close to, he stopped when a soft breeze seemed to pick around the car. Lockley looked annoyed, he let out a sigh, before excusing himself and leaving the car. You could see him out of the front windshield, seemingly talking to someone with a glare in his eyes, it took barely a minute before he turned to the car, and came back.

“Sorry, slight change of plans.” He said

“What happened?” You asked

“My other “job” as you put it, requires my services.” He said

“Your killing job…” You said

“Yes, look I can drive you home, it will be bloody, and I doubt you want to see that.” He said

He was right, but you were determined to stay up the whole night with him.

“It’s fine, I’ll come along.” You said

“You might get hurt.” He said

“I’ll be safe, don’t worry.” You said

“Hm…” He said

Lockley thought for a minute, before starting up his car again and driving.

“Look we are going to a nearby warehouse, where a bunch of cultish freaks are, I am going go on, perform my task and I will be out. I would prefer if you stayed in the car.” He said

“Ok,” You said

“I’ll give you my keys, just in case anything happens alright.” He said

“Be careful, these guys are smart, and cruel.” He said

“Have you fought them before?” You ask

“Once, one my hermanos has more experience with them.” He said

“Your brother? I thought they weren’t involved with your job.” You ask

“Ah- it’s complicated.” He said

“When it comes to your contracted killitg is always seems complicated.” You said

Lockley chuckles,

“Now that’s a better way to describe it.”

It was a twelve minute drive, when you arrive at the warehouse, though it seemed empty, apparently a whole group of people were inside. Lockley handed you his keys, telling you to keep your head down, you saw through the window as he entered the warehouse, he had his “costume” on, it happened in a blink of an eye, either he was a fast dresser or maybe something magical. Which wouldn’t surprise you too much.

It had been far too long, what you expect to be less than ten minutes, had been now thirty minutes. The warehouse was more creepily silent than before, and a bad feeling sat in your gut. You suddenly spotted someone coming towards the car, you hoped it was Lockley, but the closer they came, the more you knew it wasn’t. The person wore a long red cloak that completely covered them. Your heart started to race and felt yourself starting to freeze, you took a deep breath, the smell of Jake’s cologne mixed with tobacco still lingered in the air, bringing you a sense of calm. You quickly opened the car door and bolted, the person in the cloak didn’t seem to care, you suddenly felt stupid for not locking the door, and you were too far away now to lock it.

The thoughts in your mind were all about Lockley being in danger or trouble, he seems powerful but anyone can be caught off-guard. You didn’t know anyone who you could call to help, he doesn’t seem like a man who has good relations with any law enforcement. The only person who could possibly help is you, despite the danger it will bring.

While sneaking back to the warehouse, you saw the same cloaked figure, sitting dead by the trunk, you slowly approached them, to see the trunk had some sort of broken glass that used to hold something. The person's face was red, you took a deep breath before removing the cloak placing it on yourself, and locking the doors of the car.

You step softly into the warehouse, where you see twenty or so other people all dressed in the same red cloak, all gathered around someone. You approach to see them all around, something in a different type of cloak with a black interior. You recognize it as Lockley, he looked around at everyone with a glare. Suddenly, a figure wearing a longer red cloak with a falcon head on his head, came out and started speaking,

“This man is the avatar of Khonshu, the god of the moon,” They said

“Khonshu?” You wondered

“We must rid the world of this avatar and his god, they stand in the way of Ra’s return!

A strong wind started to pick up in the warehouse,

“Ra calls out to us!” They said

“Gilipolleces” Lockley spat out

“He is lying to you all!” Lockley said

“I’m no liar!” They said

“Ra can’t return to you,” Lockley said

“Then why has he chosen me as his avatar and told me to free him.” They said

“You’re being tricked by the God Set,” Lockley said.

“You don’t know what you saying!” They said

“My fellow followers of Ra, do what you must to dispose of this cretin.” They said

“Shitshitshitshit,” You thought, “what the hell are you supposed you to do.”

Multiple followers began coming closer to  Lockley with all sorts of tools, from knives, to screwdrivers, all sharp and pointy. They began stabbing into the white suit causing it to leak a blood red, Lockley started swearing at them. It was a lot to witness, you yelled out

“No!”

All eyes turned to you, you had to think quickly.

“No, none of these tools will do, besides using such a simple tool to do it, seems disrespectful to Ra himself!” You bullshitted

“Yes, yes… you make a point dear follower, at dawn, we shall burn him alive.” The leader said

This caused a cheering to surround you and a deep glare from Lockley.

“Take him away, and we will wait till dawn!” The leader shouted

You quickly joined in taking him away, they threw him in a smmakeshifthift cell, where they injected him with some liquid and he let out a small curse. You and someone else were left for the first shift of guarding.

You had to get this other guard away somehow, as you trying to think of something, but conveniently they excuse themselves to use the loo. You quickly jump into action,

“Lockley! Are you alright?” You ask

“Shit! Is that you (Y/N), what are you doing!” He said

“I was worried, I- how can I help you escape!” You ask

“It would be better if you go home.” He said

“No, I can’t let you get any more hurt!” You said

“Fine… look just get the keys and please be careful.” He said

“Ok, I will be.” You said

The other guard came back, and you then excused yourself to the loo. You walked around the warehouse, you wanted to find the leader, they may have the keys. You walked into many empty rooms and were about to walk into another one when you heard a voice coming from it, it was the leader.

“They will be killed by dawn… have I done well Ra?” They said

“Yes, Taweret’s avatar will be next!” They said

“Yes, yes I-“ They said

You suddenly shouted out, “The avatar of Khonshu has escaped.”

You saw the panic in the leader’s eye, and you quickly hid in a nearby room, as the leader rushed out. You enter his room and find the keys to the cell on his desk, you grab them and go downstairs hiding in the loo’s. You waited a couple more minutes before heading back to the cell, luckily your shift wasn’t over yet, but your fellow guard looked pissed at you. It didn’t matter now, you had the keys. You pretended to mock Lockley, as a way to get closer to the door.

“Haha, I can’t believe this is the avatar of Khonshu!” You said

Your fellow guard just smirked, but as soon he saw the keys going into the door and unlocking, he shouted out,

“What are you doing? He’s goto  to-“ he said before being cut off by a crescent dart in the throat.

“Get out of here, met me by the car!” He said

You ran out of the warehouse, as screams filled the room. Hiding out in his car, as you wait for his return.

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Five minutes later, you see him come out in a blood-stained suit. He looked terrifying.

The suit disappeared before he entered the car.

“Malditos bastardos, nan a pafor for-, “ He said, but before he could finish, you placed a hand on his shoulder, which seemed to calm him down.

“Sorry, I got you wrapped up in this shit.” He said

“It’s fine, I’m fine.” You said

He sighed, looking at the time, before saying something,

“Looks like we got time for one more thing, or do you want to head home.” He said

“I’m fine with doing one more thing.” You said

The drive to this secret thing was quiet, when you arrived there was a small lookout in the city, he invited you out of the car setting a small blanket on the ground in front of the car. You sat down next to him, and as the stars shined, he cracked open a beer and often you one, which you took.

“I just realized I never bought you that drink I promised.” You said

“It’s fine, I took you to a bar where I get drinks on the house.” He said with a small laugh

It was quiet and peaceful, before you spoke up, you had so many questions for him but found it hard to ask.

“You know I don’t how you can put your life in so much danger.”

“My life has no meaning unless I am put in danger…” He said

“That can’t be true, you seem to have a lot of friends with your driving right? You have that life.” You said

“Yeah… but I don’t know how you live so safely.” He said

“Maybe we both need to learn from each other's lifestyles.” You said

“Maybe,” He said

The sun slowly started to rise, as you felt your eyelids begin to fall.

“Hey, look I stayed up all night! Told you I could…” You said

“Yeah, nice work.” He said

You smiled, as find yourself falling asleep slowly. You could soon feel yourself being carried, and taken somewhere. The last thing you remember hearing was “How do you sleep so well?”

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When you woke up, you found yourself in a cheap hotel room, with a note near your nightstand.

“Didn’t know your address, so I paid for a room for a night, sorry, I can’t drive you back, thanks for the help, let’s meet again, shall we: xxx-xxx-xxxx, - from, Jake Lockley

You smiled softly, glad you got to met him again and know that last night helped you be a little less sweet for him.

The End

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Bonus: (aka, some lines I couldn’t fit in)

“Hey, who wants to live forever?” He says

“I still want you to be safe!” You said

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“You don’t need to pretend that you don’t want to try out the nightlife.” He said

He was right, you were curious if not a little worried.

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[thermodynamic-comedian]

i'm gonna copy all the important info about my ocs into a seperate post so people don't have to look for it in the reblogs.

mach's very cool tma ocs

name: mark "mars" oliver

pronouns: he/him

age: 30

affiliation: the vast; marked by the spiral

backstory: having always loved rollercoasters, mars couldn't pass on the opportunity to ride the smiler, even though he of course didn't pass the height limit at 12 years old. after almost an hour of begging, his parents agreed to sneak him on. he quickly got scared when the ride actually started, the loops and spirals and inversions made him feel dizzy. during a loop, mars leaned forward a bit too much, and fell out of the cart, falling upside down for what felt to him like hours. the simple motion of falling cleared his dizzyness and actually made him feel relieved after the looping and twisting of the smiler. he felt safe. his parents found him perfectly intact.

current day: mars works as a cab driver to gain victims for the vast. he wants to share the simple joy of uncontrolled motion with everyone he meets.

appearence: mars is about 170cm, pale, with straight ginger hair kept at about shoulder length, acne, dimples, and green eyes. he mostly wears casual clothing, like sweatpants and hoodies.

name: rachel prado

pronouns: she/they

age: 21

affiliation: the desolation

backstory: rachel was a bully. there's no nice way to put it. she picked on smaller kids all through her adolescence. of course someone would eventually snap. rachel's family was far from rich, they grew up knowing what a good meal was really worth. of course the others knew where to strike her to really make it hurt. it was the last year of high school, and they were growing tomatoes in biology class. rachel was the last in the classroom, admiring their own work, when one of her victims ran back in with a lighter in his hand, and set her work aflame. before rachel could run to get water or a teacher or anything, the fire had caught onto her desk. but even as everyone outside yelled at rachel to run, she stayed inside, desperately trying to save their tomatoes even as the flames burned their flesh. when the fire was finally put out, the other students claimed that they could still see rachel holding onto the scorched remains of her project.

current day: rachel feeds on the fear of the destruction or loss of food. many have claimed to see the figure of a young woman taunting them as their crops burn, mouthing "you will starve." at them.

appearence: rachel is 168cm tall, and, post-becoming, sickly thin with sharp bones visible through her tan skin. their bleached blonde hair appears scorched at its ends, her eyes are hollow and dark, and their arms are covered in burnmarks. they're often seen wearing a pink croptop and hole-filled cargo pants.

name: "samis" (sometimes referred to as "samishi")

pronouns: refracted pronouns

age: 32

affiliation: the lonely

backstory: none; samis is a direct manifestation of the lonely.

current day: samis is seen wherever there is petty disputes, passive-aggression, feelings getting hurt and ties being cut. they thrive on driving wedges between loved ones and strangers alike. they despise human connection more than anything.

appearence: a foggy, unclear figure, often in the distance. average height, appearing to have black hair in a manbun, sunglasses and a facemask covering their face, leather pants, and a jacket worn open with no shirt on underneath. often described by witnesses as "weirdly hot"

fun fact: it's rumored that samis was the anonymous underground japanese punk artist known as SERIFFY who quit music the second they began to gain popularity, declaring they simply "hated all their fans."

[paulindacomoestrella]

02.09.24 11:42

Hola, amor. ¿Sabías que las mariposas viven de dos semanas a ocho meses según su especie? Me parece curioso y algo triste al mismo tiempo. ¿Por qué crees que Dios las diseñó así? ¿Qué propósito cumplirán en tan poco tiempo? Quizás las hizo de este modo para enseñarnos del cambio en su metamorfosis, no lo sé. Entrará en mi lista de cosas por preguntarle si algún día lo veo cara a cara. ¿Y tú, Gon, tú qué harías con ese tiempo? Yo me iría a conocer muchos lugares, así como hacen ellas. Trataría de recorrer todo el mundo. Sabes, ya casi me aprendo el nombre de todos mis niños nuevos. Tener buena memoria ha sido mi peor maldición, pero irónicamente en mi vocación me ha servido muchísimo. Hay un niño en particular que se ha ganado mi corazón, se llama Bruno Gael, es la cosa más tierna que te puedas imaginar y, aunque en ocasiones habla hasta por los codos, su voz no me molesta. Es muy tímido y casi siempre está solo, aunque sus compañeros no son malos con él, es más que nada que va a su ritmo y no le afecta el quedarse atrás.

Si algún día Dios me saca de aquí creo que caería en una gran, gran tristeza. Estos niños tienen un lugar especial en mí. No sé cómo explicarlo. No son míos, pero son parte de mí, hasta los que más canas verdes, lágrimas y frustraciones me sacan. ¿Alguna vez has amado a tantas personitas al mismo tiempo? Te lo recomiendo, es muy bonito, aunque abrumador en ocasiones. Te extraño. Quisiera contarte esto por mensaje o en persona, pero sólo me queda esto. Un blog con ánimos de ser testimonio. ¿Y tú, cómo has estado? Todos los días le pido a Dios que encuentres un buen trabajo, a veces yo misma estoy al pendiente cuando escucho hablar a personas del ámbito de la comida a ver si encuentro algo. Sé que Él me escucha y te ama muchísimo más que yo, por lo que no te dejará nunca solo. Ese es un gran consuelo. Qué loco que exista alguien que nunca se equivoca y que todo lo sabe y que, además de todo, no se cansa de poseer estos atributos. No sé qué tanto estoy diciendo, no sé qué tanta claridad halles en estas palabras, probablemente muy poca. No te culpo. Hay otra película que quiero ir a ver al cine. Se llama No Hables con Extraños o algo así, sale mi novio Charles Xavier aparentemente de psicópata. Se ve algo chusca, pero buena. He querido empezar a ver Peaky Blinders o repetir Monk o Gilmore Girls, pero aún tengo este miedo irracional de no poder terminar una serie. Cuando tú te fuiste dejé dos inconclusas. Una serie turca que se llama ¿Será que es amor? y The O.C., también me da miedo no poder regresar a ellas y terminarlas. Sé que suena muy estúpido. Pero a veces mover cosas que el tiempo congeló pesa mucho, mi Gon. En fin, lo más probable es que me vaya por la serie nueva, alguna que no tenga antecedentes en mi vida, así que supongo que será Peaky Blinders. He oído muy buenas críticas de ella. ¿Sabes qué se me acaba de antojar? Un helado de café. Y no miento, ni es sarcasmo, literalmente sentí el sabor en mi paladar. Qué rara soy. Y sí, como te habrás podido dar cuenta no estoy en mis cinco sentidos. Tuve sueños muy extraños y me desperté muchas veces en la madrugada. Esta vez no fue mi Matu quien, por cierto, hoy amaneció mucho mejor. Tiene alguna clase de catarro y el veterinario me dijo que en perros grandes (de edad y tamaño) pega más. Por eso estuvo algo grave.

Hablando de perros, ¿sabes a quién más extraño con todo mi corazón? A Samy. A veces sólo tienes una amiga y el tiempo decide llevársela. Quisiera volver a sentirla. Diecisiete años la tuve a mi lado y aún así te puedo decir que no la disfruté tanto como pude y que me hicieron falta momentos con ella. Pero tuvo su ciclo, su tiempo, así como las mariposas, tan efímero, pero intenso. Tan de cada uno. Te amo. Ya casi me voy a mi última clase del día. Será con los más pequeñines, así que ora por mí porque los canijillos ya me están agarrando confianza y se están portando peor. Hoy mi mamá tiene su terapia por lo que estará como sedada todo el día, pero te cuento mi día a ti y un poco más proveniente de mi loco subconsciente. Una disculpa. Cuídate porque sin ti, yo no. Aunque sin mí, si quieres, prueba. Sé que no recuerdas este poema... pero bueno, si me necesitas, silba, vaquero. Picos pues.

[afterdarkprincess]

Pretty In Pink- An Aftershocks Side Story

Relationship: Sami/Jey Rating: Explicit Summary: On a brief vacation from shows, Sami comes home to find his boyfriend all dressed up and waiting for him. ----- Aftershocks side story, but can be read alone! It's just pure filth honestly :)

This fic is Explict and contains: Daddy Kink, Feminization, Lingerie, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Spanking tags for: @feelschicken @imabillyami @elementaldoughnut12 @harmshake @southerngirl41 and @jeysbvck! 💖✨ (If anyone else would like a tag in my Samijey fics let me know!) AO3 Link

Sami’s stomach fluttered with nervous butterflies, excited yet anxious about how this evening will go.

They’re in Montreal, it’s late fall and the air is crisp and chilly. Both of them are on a short break from shows right now, and they’re taking full advantage of the time in Sami’s cozy apartment rather than hotel rooms.

It’s been a few months since that tumultuous night after Summerslam, and Sami and Jey have become even closer than they were before. Jey making the jump to the Raw roster certainly helped, but every moment they didn’t have other obligations they were inseparable.

They’d been planning for this mini break over the last few weeks, and Sami is obviously excited for their evening, but more than anything he’s just happy to spend some uninterrupted time with Jey.

Sami enters the apartment, taking off his coat and hanging it on the rack. He hears soft music distantly from the direction of the bedroom, but otherwise it’s quiet with no sign of his boyfriend.

“Jey? Where are you honey?” Sami calls, poking his head into the living room and kitchen to find nothing. He figures Jey must be in his bedroom, theirs now, and heads back the hallway to find the door slightly ajar. He opens the door slowly, cautious if perhaps Jey fell asleep, but that’s definitely not the case.

Inside he finds Jey on the bed splayed out against the sheets. He’s dressed in lingerie, baby pink playing against his deeply tanned skin and the dark ink of his tattoos. His pecs are held by a frilly pink tulle bra that matches the panties that leave absolutely nothing to the imagination, his hard dick straining against the material and staining it with his precum. There’s a matching garter belt around his waist, connecting to pink stockings that end at his mid-thigh, almost exactly where his leg tattoos start.

Jey’s lips are shiny with thick pink gloss and his already long eyelashes are accentuated with mascara. His face is relaxed, head thrown back against the pillows and Sami feels his dick fill at the sight of him.

He looks so soft and pretty in all that pink, but as Sami makes his way inside the room his eyes are drawn to the pink bejeweled plug that hums from between Jey’s thighs, disappearing into his glistening hole just visible beneath the mesh of the panties.

“You started without me?” Sami asks. “Baby, you know what that means.”

Jey looks up from the bed. “Couldn’t help it, Daddy. Missed you.”

“Missed you too,” Sami drops a kiss to the top of Jey’s head, running his hands along the soft exposed skin of Jey’s arms, following the lines of his tattoos. “But I still have to punish you, sweetheart.”

Jey pouts, batting his eyelashes as he grinds his hips down, jostling the plug inside him. “C’mon, that ain’t fair.”

Sami fixes him with a look, grabbing him by the thighs and tugging him to the edge of the bed so their hips are flush.

“You wanna try that again?”

Jey blushes furiously. “Sorry, Daddy. M’ready for it.”

“Flip over,” Sami instructs, rubbing his hands together to warm them as Jey moves onto his stomach, his feet dangling off and barely brushing the floor. His eyes drink in the sight of Jey’s thick juicy ass just barely contained in his pink panties, the plug just peeking out between his cheeks.

Sami pulls the panties aside and gently removes the plug, watching in rapt fascination as Jey’s hole stretches and winks shut again. He’s tempted to forgo the punishment and just plunge into that sweet tight heat, but he has to follow through. He runs his hands across the fabric of the panties before pulling the waistband down to expose Jey’s cheeks to the air.

“Count for me baby,” Sami runs his hands over the exposed skin, keeping Jey tense with anticipation.

Jey’s head lolls on the sheets and Sami gives him a quick smack to start, easing him into it.

“One,” Jey groans.

Sami pulls his hand back further this time, striking the other cheek with more force.

“Two,”

He alternates back, hitting the same spot as before.

“Hnnn… Three,” Jey’s legs shake.

Sami continues the next few in short succession, moving between the left and right cheek until both are flushed dark and Jey’s breathing heavily.

“Ah, Ah, Ten. Fuck, Sami please-“ Jey bites around his thumb and Sami can’t let that slide.

“I was going to stop there until you hid those pretty noises from me, five more and we’ll be done.”

Jey nods into the sheets and Sami gives him a quick soothing rub over both cheeks before doling out the rest of his punishment.

“F-fifteen,” Jey sobs through the last count, tears fully flowing down his cheeks.

Sami’s anxiety overtakes his mind, “Jey, color?”

Jey doesn’t respond for a moment and dread fills Sami’s stomach that perhaps he’s pushed him too far, but finally he exhales and replies, “Green.”

“Good Job, sweetheart. You did so well,” Sami feels relief flood through him and he presses soft kisses against Jey’s reddened skin, pulling the panties down and completely off of him. “Such a good girl for me, Jey. Look so pretty all dressed up.”

Sami helps Jey roll over, exposing his flushed and tear stained face. He kisses the tear tracks reverently, holding Jey’s cheek and neck securely to soothe him.

Jey tries to catch his breath, and Sami breathes with him slowly to help him relax. After a few moments, Jey’s brain comes back online. “Did I- do good, Sami?” His eyes are pleading and eager and Sami feels the length of Jey’s dick, still hard despite the rough treatment.

“Mhm, you did so good for Daddy. Gonna give you your reward now for being so good, give you a treat.” Sami kisses him again, getting some of the pink lipstick on his own lips before he moves to kneel on the bed.

Sami moves Jey’s legs with ease, fitting himself between them before folding Jey in half and resting his ankles on Sami’s own shoulders. He pushes the waistband of his pants down, freeing his length to smack against Jey’s inner thigh and causing the younger man to moan wantonly.

“So empty, please Daddy,” Jey sighs, shifting his hips and trying to get closer to the warmth of Sami’s erection.

Sami tuts, “Patience love,” as he takes one hand down to Jey’s waiting hole. He’s still open slightly from the plug and Sami sinks his thumb in with no resistance, the digit embraced by Jey’s wet warmth. Sami moves his thumb inside slowly, gently messaging the muscles and coaxing them to relax further.

Jey whines at the onslaught, the contact thats good but not quite enough. Before long Sami trades the thumb for his pointer and middle fingers, pressing in and watching as Jey swallows them up with ease. Once inside, buried in one long press, he again takes his time. Moving the fingers together slowly, flexing and undulating them together, rubbing against Jey’s sensitive spot relentlessly causing his cockhead to drool with precum, further ruining the pink tulle panties barely containing him.

With Sami’s free hand he runs his fingertips along the pink lace stockings, admiring how they look against Jey’s skin and tattoos. “So soft and pretty for me baby, look at you taking me so good.” Jey bites his lip and Sami can’t have that. “Jey, tell me how it feels sweetheart. Tell Daddy how much you like his fingers in your pussy.”

“Ah, ah, so-,” Jey’s head falls back against the sheets, undone by Sami’s words and the feel of him inside. “Feels so good, Daddy. F-fuck.”

Sami presses hard, rubbing circles into Jey’s prostate and drinking in his cries before slipping a third finger inside. His other hand ghosts over the strained panties, just barely touching with his fingertips over Jey’s neglected dick.

“M’ready- Sami please-“ Jey gasps out, unable to contain himself.

Sami shakes his head, “Now you know that’s not gonna cut it, sweetheart. You gotta ask Daddy for what you want.”

Jey turns his head, shy and trying to avoid the situation. “W-want you to fuck me.”

The words are quiet, mumbled and rushed, not remotely what he was looking for. Sami removes his fingers from Jey’s hole and withdraws his fingertips from the sheer pink fabric.

“Not quite princess, try again,”

“But Daddy-“ Jey whines, but he’s cut off by a loud smack to his ass.

“Again, Jey,” Sami prompts, tone leaving no room for argument as tears well in Jey’s eyes again.

That sinking feeling creeps in Sami’s stomach again, and he nearly asks Jey for a color.

He’s interrupted as Jey sniffles, staring up at him like a lost puppy. “D-daddy, will you fuck me?”

Sami smiles, “Fuck your what, baby?”

Jey’s cheeks darken with blush, “My pussy.” Sami raises an eyebrow. “Please- please daddy fuck my pussy.” Jey stammers out before Sami corrects him.

“Of course,” Sami bends down, capturing Jey’s lips in a heated kiss, his dick brushing against Jey’s wet, twitching hole. His hips buck, trying to angle towards the head of Sami’s dick. Sami chuckles as he pulls back. “Just a second sweetheart.” He reaches down and lines himself up with Jey, pressing just slightly, not enough to fully enter yet.

With his free hand he hooks a thumb into the waistband of Jey’s panties, dragging them down and tucking them under Jey’s heavy balls to leave his hard dick exposed to the air. Sami strokes it lightly just a few times, letting the anticipation build.

He finally sinks into Jey with no warning, burying himself in that delicious tight heat in one quick thrust. Sami paused, afraid that he might bust too soon between how long he’d been teasing Jey and how good he felt wrapped around him, his inner walls working on Sami’s dick.

Jey cries out, a jumbled mix of words and groans and sighs as he is finally filled the way he’s craved all evening. Sami feels so big inside of him, despite all the stretching and the plug, and Jey wouldn’t want it any other way.

Sami sets a slow pace, just rocking into Jey and enjoying the sweet friction as his head drags over Jey’s prostate on each pass.

Jey keeps his eyes on Sami, his pretty pink lips open as he breathes through the overwhelming pleasure coursing through him. He’s been hard for what feels like hours and he’s already close to the edge of orgasm.

“S-Daddy?” Jey’s voice shakes. “I’m close, please.”

Sami shakes his head, “Not yet baby, wait until I say.”

Jey feels more tears fall from his eyes, but as impossible as it seems he wants to be good for Sami. He nods.

Sami’s pace quickens a bit and their hips slam together, rocking the bed frame into the wall with hard thuds.

Jey’s hands clench into the sheets, looking for something to ground him. Sami notices and threads their fingers together with one hand while he holds Jey’s hip in the other. Sami pulls Jey down onto his dick just a much as he’s snapping his hips and driving his dick into that tight wet hole.

“Okay,” Sami grits out, the hot coil in his stomach about to burst, “Go ahead, baby girl. You can come.”

Jey explodes, his dick shooting thick ropes of cum onto his stomach. His inner walls convulse, clenching tight around Sami’s girth inside him.

Sami’s close himself in the hot vice grip of Jey’s body, his hips hammering in faster as he chases his release. “Gonna cum inside of you, gonna knock you up.”

“Yeah?” Jey breathes out, eyes wide and glossed over with pleasure.

“Mhm,” Sami nods just as he hits the edge, driving his cock in deep. “Fuck, Jey, baby ah-“ The force of his orgasm cuts off his mumbling.

Jey feels it inside of him, the way Sami’s dick twitches and spurts his hot cum deep, filling him up with warmth. He feels satisfaction wash over him, and for just a moment he imagines that Sami could really get him pregnant fucking him like this.

If there were any way for his dick to get hard again, he would.

Sami sighs, content and boneless but unwilling to leave the warmth of Jey’s body. The rational part of his brain knows he needs to start aftercare sooner rather than later, and the last thing he wants to do is let Jey drop.

He pulls out slowly and carefully, watching intently as Jey’s hole twitches and a glob of cum leaks out behind him. Sami’s instinct is to push it back inside, keep his baby bred full, but the scene is over, they can talk about it for next time.

Sami presses a quick kiss to Jey’s knee, mumbling a quick, “Be right back,” before heading into the ensuite bathroom to wet a towel. He returns quickly with a wet town and a dry one, as well as Jey’s fluffy robe.

“C’mere sweetie,” Sami says, taking hold of Jey’s hand where it’s flopped onto the bedsheets, his boyfriend fully melted into the mattress.

Jey moves with a small noise of protest and Sami makes quick work of cleaning him, running the cloth over his stomach before nudging his thighs open again to clean the mess he left of Jey’s hole.

As he gently wipes with the cloth, he coos, “Jey you did so well honey.” He moves Jey’s legs again and helps him sit up on the bed. Somehow he looks even cuter than before with messed up makeup, lingerie askew and his sleepy eyes. “Was that good? Everything you hoped for?” Sami’s anxiety creeps back in with how quiet his boyfriend is.

Jey smiles though and nods, “It was so good, boo. Damn near knocked me out there.”

Sami leaned in and kissed his forehead. “Good, lets get this off of you, hm?”

Jey nods again, allowing Sami to move his arms and maneuver the lace bra up and over his head. Sami drops the garment to the floor and helps Jey to stand.

The garter and panties of the set are undoubtedly ruined, sticky and stained with cum as they are, but Sami gently unclips the stockings from the garter and first pulls down the stockings, lovingly massaging Jey’s thighs and calves as he goes.

Jey groans appreciatively at the feeling on his sore muscles and steps out when Sami directs him to. Next come the panties, and he feels so much better now with them off, despite how cute they looked on. The garter belt comes off last and Jey is fully nude.

Sami stands, grabbing the robe again as he rises, but before he can offer it to Jey, his lovers arms wrap around his neck and pull him in close for a sweet brush of lips.

“Thank you, Sami.” Jey pecks him again. “I really mean it, that was perfect.”

Sami nods, wrapping his arms around Jey’s waist, “Love you so much, baby.”

Jey looks at him, the man who’s become his whole world, “Love you too.”

Sami wraps him up in the robe and settles Jey back into bed before yanking his own clothes off to join him under the covers, holding Jey in his arms before they finally both drift off to sleep.

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Thank you for reading!! More fics coming soon :)

[ur-local-anxious-fiend]

ok but why is Bron’s tan the same orange as Sami’s beard???

[marias07]

Parte 2: Uraraka recibe su merecido por tóxica (Termina siendo humillada)

Uraraka: Vaya, es hermoso este lugar y soy la más hermo….

*Ve a Sami, Michiko, Natsuki y A mí entrar al local*

Uraraka: Se ven ridi….

Yo: Cállate, p3rra miserable

Natsuki: Jajajajajaja

Michiko: 🤦🏻‍♀️

Sami: La única que se ve ridícula eres tú. Ese vestido es tan anticuado que das pena ajena. Y olvídate de que Deku se vaya contigo

Yo: Eres tan tóxica que nadie te quiere, Uraraka. Las personas como tú pertenecen al basurero que es ahí dónde debes estar.

Natsuki: Eres una Vergüenza, Eres una celosa necesitada de amor. Entiende que Deku no va a estar contigo.

Uraraka: Eso ya lo vere….

Michiko: Vámonos, chicas. No vale la pena pelear con esta loca.

Sami: Tienes razón, Mich.

*Nos vamos y dejamos a Uraraka sola*

*Minutos después*

Altavoz: Es hora de iniciar el vals de esta prestigiosa fiesta.

Deku: *Extiende su brazo a Sami* ¿Me concederías esta pieza*

Sami: *Se sonroja*

Yo: *Voz baja* Sí, sí, Hazlo

*Michiko y Natsuki acceden con la cabeza*

Uraraka POV: No no no

Sami: Sí, acepto

*Deku y Sami empiezan a bailar en la pista*

*Michiko, Natsuki y yo la animamos junto con los demás excepto Uraraka los animamos*

*Atras*

Xiang: ¿Me extrañaste, Uraraka? *Le tira pastel en la cabeza*

Uraraka: AAAYYYYY

Natsuki: *Se muere de la risa*

Uraraka: ¡¿OYE PERO QUÉ TE PASA?

Xiang: Sólo te estoy dando lo que te mereces por tóxica y por bullear a todo el mundo, gata miserable

*Carcajadas atrás por Uraraka humillada*

Uraraka: ¡YA ESTOY HARTA DE TODO ESTO! ¡ME LARGO DE AQUÍ! ¡NO SOPORTO MÁS HUMILLACIONES! *Se va enojada*

Natsuki: Bye, bye

[ximo220550]

PIDEME LO QUE QUIERAS Y YO TE LO DARÉ

Hace un rato he terminado de leer:

Pídeme lo que quieras y yo te lo daré

Megan Maxwell

A pesar de las discusiones que provocan sus diferentes caracteres, el empresario Eric Zimmerman y Judith Flores siguen tan enamorados como el día en que sus miradas se cruzaron por primera vez. Juntos han formado una preciosa familia a la que adoran y por la que son capaces de hacer cualquier cosa. Flyn, aquel niño al que Judith conoció al llegar a Múnich, se ha convertido en un adolescente, y tal como les ocurre a la mayoría de los jóvenes, su vida se complica y afecta a todos los que conforman su entorno. El abogado Björn y la exteniente Mel continúan con su bonita historia de amor junto a la «pinsesa» Sami. Sin duda, la convivencia les ha beneficiado mucho. Pero hay algo que Björn no consigue de Mel: que se case con él. Las relaciones de las dos parejas van viento en popa. Se quieren, se respetan, nada parece fuera de lugar, hasta que de repente, personas y sorpresas del pasado irrumpen en sus vidas y lo ponen todo patas arriba. ¿Serán capaces de superar este giro inesperado? ¿Podrá con todo el amor que se profesan?; o, por el contrario, ¿cambiarán sus sentimientos para siempre?

[miss-rum-hee]

I was looking through the Big Hero 6 tag and I was just thinking about the people who are mad that Hiro is mixed race. I have seen some people try to claim it was "whitewashing" by making Hiro mixed and making Honey, Fred and Wasabi non-Japanese. Like, firstly only one of the characters is actually "whitewashed" because Fred is white. Honey is Latina and Wasabi is black. Secondly, it's like these people either forget or purposefully ignore the setting. It's SAN FRANCISCO. San Francisco is FUCKING DIVERSE! They are getting MAD THAT THE MOVIE WHICH WAS UPDATED TO TAKE PLACE IN SAN FRANCISCO DARES TO SHOW AN ACCURATE ASS PORTRAYAL OF SAN FRANSISCAN PEOPLE!! Pretty fucking disrespectful.

JUST BECAUSE THE MOVIE IS NOT SET IN JAPAN DOESN'T MEAN IT'S ERASING JAPANESE PEOPLE. THE JAPANESE CULTURE IS NOT STRIPPED. IT HAS BEEN KEPT AND NOT JUST OCCASIONAL REFERENCES. Almost EVERYTHING IS JAPANESE just BLENDED with AMERICA. Like LOOK AT THE WAY THEY PORTRAY THE GOLDEN GATE BRIDGE ALONE. It is designed in the style of those JAPANESE archways. AKUMA ISLAND is ALCATRAZ. It's not "racist".

So... they think it's racist to set the movie in California as if California doesn't have a lot of history with different cultures INCLUDING ASIAN PEOPLE. NO ASIANS are beng oppressed. It is a cartoon movie about a dude and his robot sidekick fighting a bad guy who operates mini robots from an abandoned building. It has cosmic dimensions and shit. What's the hullaballoo?

Reminds me of people who were mad that Kristoff, a Sami, was portrayed as blonde istead of dark haired and tanned because they see "indigenous" and think Europeans are not indigenous to anywhere. even though most Sami people are blonde or brown haired and pale skinned

[mrfunnyinthebank]

i'm gonna watch snme tomorrow but i forgot to mention last night that the fashion was excellent across the board on smackdown

i was especially relieved to see piper in beautiful gladiator gear, because it felt like there was a point where her in-ring gear kind of lost its footing? whenever she was in street clothes or dressed up she still looked good, but it seemed like the gladiator style took a bit to figure out how to achieve what they were going for

i gotta start reading up on the people who work in wardrobe, because they've been doing an excellent job with everyone recently. and in the past when i didn't like what i was seeing, there were always some wrestlers that had a strong sense of identity and their style was well established and reflected their character well

here are some of my favorite wwe wrestlers when it comes to fashion and the use of fashion and style to communicate their story and reflect their character:

the big 3: naomi, bianca belaire, and jade cargill - individually and together and specifically as tag champs. they clearly put so much thought and effort into every look and even when i'm not personally a fan of an outfit, i've never seen one and thought "they just threw this together"

solo sikoa - his in ring gear is pretty simple, but has a distinct style that helps communicate his character. he wears boxing shorts and boots and wrist tape. that's all he needs - he lets his body do the talking. and when he dresses up, he always looks good. he doesn't wear a lot of accessories, but when he wears a necklace or sunglasses they elevate the look. imo he is the best dressed man in this company rn

kevin owens - this might sound funny, because a big part of his gimmick is that he dresses down. he doesn't wear expensive clothes and he doesn't get fancy. and that in and of itself is a fashion statement that communicates his character. and i've always been a huge sucker for novelty tees and its ilk, so i get a huge kick out of the way he wears clothes in a sarcastic way: the tuxedo tshirt when he "dressed up" to meet cody on his level (and cody "dressed down" in an immaculate and expensive looking track suit to meet kevin on his level), wearing a dusty rhodes shirt when he's talking to cody or a cowboy bob orton shirt when he's fighting randy, and of course last night when he had a match against jimmy uso so he wore a naomi shirt to piss him off (jimmy and naomi are married irl). and sometimes he will do a straight up novelty shirt, like the "son of a plumber" parody shirt that said "the canadian dream: son of a security systems technician" to remind cody that the common man has more in common with him than they do with the son of a wwe hall of famer. and now that he's playing some kind of mind games with sami zayn, he's wearing sami zayn merch and his new bret hart sweatshirt - i thought it was a jacket, and this does look more expensive and intricate than his usual stuff, but he made it his own by making it a hoodie. and i think he's wearing bret hart because sami is a fan of his. kevin owens is also the closest wwe superstar in both body type and fashion sense to me, so i really go nuts for him anyway

la knight - simple but sexy. tiny trunks with bold colors, red bottoms on black boots, yellow and red. spray tan. and most of all the huge body that he must spend an awful lot of his time maintaining. when he has a mic in his hand, he gets your attention by speaking (and he engages the audience by directly telling them to yell his name by pointing his fingers like a conductor leading a choir). when he can't talk to ya, he gets your attention with his body. la knight makes it impossible not to pay attention to him. he's the megastar

liv morgan - i'm around the same age as liv morgan, and i feel like we probably played with the same dolls and watched the same music videos in the 00s. when i look at liv morgan i see exactly what she wants me to see: that annoying girl from high school who thought she was better than everyone and she steals other girls' boyfriends and she never has to take accountability for anything, because she has someone powerful to clean up every mess she makes. as far as style influences, i feel that it's very y2k skater inspired, but not actually clothes that would be comfortable (or safe) to actually wear to the skatepark. because she's a poser, she's a liar. i see avril lavigne and britney spears. and most of all, i see a bratz doll. not in her makeup, but in the itty bitty clothes that my parents never would have let my sisters leave the house wearing. she looks like a teenage girl that some pervert dressed in "seductive" outfits and put in front of a camera (britney)

i have a million more opinions on all this stuff. i also have a list of known fashion criminals currently at large, but i don't want to post my hater thoughts in a tag that people go to who like that wrestler. maybe i'll figure out a tag so people can blacklist it

[diri-nu-sajati]

BUDI DAYA HIRUP

Sabtu, 04 Juni 2022

Pemusatan diri pada Hyang,

Sahasa Jawa.

“Kawuri pangertine Hyang, taduhira sastra kalawan gending, sokur yen wus sami rujuk nadyan aksara jawa, datan kari saking gending asalipun, gending wit purbaning kala, kadya kang wus kocap pinuji”.

Bahasa Indonesia.

“Pemusatan diri pada Hyang, petunjuknya berupa sastra (syariat) dan bunyi gending (Manipat). Jika telah disepakati (bersama), meskipun aksara jiwa tidak meninggalkan bunyi gending asalnya, bunyi gending sejak jaman purbakala, seperti yang telah diucapkan terdahulu.”

Bahasa Jawa

“Kadya sastra kalidasa, wit pangestu tuduh kareping puji, puji asaling tumuwuh, mirit sang akadiyat, ponang : Ha na ca ra ka : pituduhipun, dene kang : da ta sa wa la; kagetyan ingkang pinuji”.

Bahasa Indonesia

“Seperti halnya sastra (aksara jawa) yang dua puluh (adalah) sebagai pemula untuk mencapai kebenaran, yang mempatkan petunjuk akan makna puji, serta puji kepada segala sumber yang tumbuh (atau hidup); memberikan (mirit) ajaran akadiyat berupa ha na ca ra ka, petunjuknya. Sedang da ta sa wa la, adalah berarti kepada (kepada Tuhan) yang dipuji”.

Bahasa Jawa.

“Wadat jati kang rinasan, ponang: pa da ja ya nya; angyekteni, kang tuduh lan kang tinuduh, pada santosanira, wahanane wakhadiyat pembilipun, dene kang : ma ga ba ta nga, wus kenyatan jatining sir”

Bahasa Indonesia

“Wadat jati yang dirasakan berupa: pa da ja ya nya; adalah yang menyaksikan bahwa yang memberi dan yang diberi petunjuk adalah sama teguhnya; tujuannya (adalah) mendukung dan akhadiyat, sedang: ma ga ba ta nga (berarti) sudah menjadi nyata (keadaan) sir yang sejati?’.

Bahasa Jawa.

“Pratandane Manikmaya, wus kenyatan kawruh arah sayekti, iku wus akiring tuduh, Manikmaya an taya, kumpuling tyas alam arwah pambilipun, iku witing ana akal, akire Hyang Maha Manik”.

Bahasa Indonesia.

“Tanda (daripada) Manikmaya (terlihat) juga sudah nyata pengetahuan akan tujuan yang sesungguhnya, itulah akhir dari pada petunjuk; Manik Maya adalah Tiada/Taya (suwung) (yaitu) bersatunya hati dengan alam arwah; itulah saat mulanya ada akal, dan adalah akhir dari pada Hyang Maha Manik”.

Bahasa Jawa.

“Awale Hyang Manikmaya, gaibe tan kena winoring tulis, tan arah gon tan dunung, tan pesti akir awal, manembahing manuksmeng rasa pandulu, rajem lir hudaya retna, trus wening datanpa tepi”.

Bahasa Indonesia.

“Kegaiban dari awal Hyang Manikmaya tak dapat diramu atau diungkap dengan tulisan, tiada awal dan tiada tempat, tiada arah dan tiada akhir; sembahnya (dengan) melebur ke dalam rasa penglihatan, (bersifat) tajam bagaikan pucuk manikam, jernih tembus tak bertepi”.

Bahasa Jawa.

“Iku telenging paningal, surah sane kang sastra kalih desi, lan mirit sipati rong puluh, sipat kahananing dat, ponang akan durung ana ananipun kababaring gending akal, Manikmaya wus kang ngelmi”.

Bahasa Indonesia

“Itulah pusat penglihatan, makna daripada dua puluh aksara, dan (juga) mengajarkan sifat dua puluh, sifat keadaan Dat, ketika akal belum mengada (ada) terurai dalam kata-kata (yang) menyatakan akal, Manikmaya itulah Ngelmi”.

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