#skeer

[nimbus-cloud]

One, I can't believe just how I sat and watched that massive 3-hour episode in one sitting...

I did have to pause it several times just to gasp and scream and marinate in the revealed information. My only contribution to the tag is to say that my blood went SO cold when Porter got that telepathic message and turned back around to spar with Fig?!?!?!?!?

That stun fucked me upppppp.

[roseredsnow]

Aromantic allosexual (monster fucker) Orla Jareni.

Do you seen my vision?

[applescabs]

JUST A FEW DAYS AGO THE NEW MASHLE WAS 10 BUCKS BUT NOW UTS 12 NAURRRRR

[cafedeotocom]

IMSA WeatherTech SportsCar Championship, Round 1, Daytona (USA)

[drmonkeysetroscans]

Wussies.

[siriusoculuscentrifuge]

The wolf looks like it could not think to save it's life and the sheep looks utterly terrifying.

Perfect

Timm Ulrichs, “Wolf im Schafspelz – Schaf im Wolfspelz: Ein Verwandlungskunststück (Wolf in Sheep’s Clothing - Sheep in Wolf’s Clothing: A conversation piece)” (2005/10): Ulrichs demonstrates a sharp wit with this smart arrangement of objects. Here he presents a literal translation of the Biblical idiom of the “wolf in sheep’s clothing” and pits across its opposite, the inverted metaphor “sheep in wolf’s clothing.” It’s interesting to witness how simply changing the exterior of each stuffed animal seems to change the physiology and the expressiveness of the animal. In this case, the skeletal interior seems to preserve the animal’s inner “essence,” since the sheep in wolf’s clothing looks like a docile wolf, while the wolf in sheep’s clothing looks like a predator sheep.

[roesolo]

The best kind of friends are Even Better than Sprinkles

Even Better than Sprinkles: A Story About Best Friends, by Linda Skeers & Heather Fox, (June 2024, Random House Studio), $18.99, ISBN: 9780593705513 Ages 4-7 What makes a best friend – and what happens when that friendship is in trouble – forms the foundation of this relatable and charming story. Being a best friend means a lot of things: dressing up as a unicorn together (even when one person…

[dramatisperscnae]

hanahaki curse anon - my apologies for forgetting to point which muses are affected by my powers, i aimed for conrad and dick grayson { one canon and one OC to be fair }

"...Well this'll be interesting."

"...I'm doomed."

[gr8k877]

Got up at 2:45am to pee. Opened the bedroom door just in time for the cat to chase a mouse INTO my bedroom. Never seen a mouse in this house before. It went and hid behind the laundry hamper. The cat is still waiting for it to emerge. I'm sitting up in the middle of the bed. I do not think I will sleep. I don't like mice. They skitter.

[thebestskeers]

I swear to the founders of Hogwarts I will confringo the next person who asks me if my twin brother is single, stop shoving it in my face that he got the good genes!

but yes he is single. Unfortunately he’s waiting for @ask-sebastian to notice his existence.

[nimblermortal]

Sometimes you gotta make stuff up. Some options:

-the golden tomato: golden for our dreams. Tomato for a) kink tomato and b) rotten tomatoes are what you throw at things you don't want. Fruit for the parallel to golden apples.

(I was really hopping that the French for a tomato would be a pomme de something, a la pomme grenade (?) or pomme de terre, but no such luck.)

-If you want a fancy German word, it definitely needs to end in Trauer. You want to be more sympathetic than dismissive, so we don't want Selbstliebe, but I think a Treue-Trauer word would be neat and close. Umarbeitung is the word for adaptation. I'd like to get selbst in there somewhere but I think we're running out of space. Umarbeitungstreuetrauer? To be a little less correct and more punny, we could also go with Umarbeitungselbstreuetrauer.

-again, French would be nice but I don't speak any

-when I had this lack-of-a-word problem, Tea directed me to [redacted] Gerard Manley Hopkins, and his concept of quiddity. So you could also look to poets creating words. Or philosophers.

Anyone care to jump in?

I wish I saw more discussion about the kind of grief that can be felt about a media adaptation which isn't right for you, regardless of the adaptation's quality on its own merits. It's not a profound grief or a deep one, but the reality of the world is that tv/movie adaptations are expensive and generally singular, and if you come to them hoping to feel the same emotions you felt about the original and you don't...there's a grieving process there, a hope denied.

The way some people act about that grief is, um, wildly disproportionate and frankly disrespectful to adaptations as stand-alone works of art, especially when it crosses into the entitlement of Everything Should Cater To Me Personally, but it doesn't come from nowhere. I genuinely wish there was more space for people to be sad about what they didn't get rather than angry.

[drmonkeysetroscans]

Can do.

[dabiconcordia]

Old Winters On the Farm

I have jest about decided It 'ud keep a town-boy hoppin' Fer to work all winter, choppin' Fer a' old fireplace, like I did! Lawz! them old times wuz contrairy! -- Blame' backbone o' winter, 'peared-like, WOULDN'T break! -- and I wuz skeered-like Clean on into FEB'UARY! Nothin' ever made me madder Than fer Pap to stomp in, layin' In a' extra forestick, sayin' "Groun'hog's out and seed his shadder!" by James Whitcomb Riley

[hollers-and-holmes]

The Littlest (4) is doing her own makeup in the bathroom mirror.

Me: oooh so pretty.

Her: no, no, I making it creepy to skeer the boys.

[thebestskeers]

moments before disaster, this one

I still smell the burnt goo in my robes sometimes

Potions Prodigy

[starfirewildheart]

Chapter 5

Scars and Souvenirs 

Summary: Sy and his lady both retire from the army but not before tragedy befalls Sy. He slowly tries to adjust to life again on their ranch.

Pairing: Sy / OFC

Word count: 1,568

Rating: some angst some fluff

(Personal note: real life has been kicking my ass lately and it's taking its toll. I struggled with this chapter. I hope it's OK. Also if you wanna chat about Henry, any of his characters, movies or even has out stories feel free to DM me.)

Sy laughed as his three year old niece gave Deb the third degree. Millie was completely enamored with Sy which he was so shocked by since he spent most of her life in the middle east but was incredibly grateful for it. 

"Why didn't ya bing mah unka Sy sooner. He coulda skeered da torm away?" Millie huffed at Debbie. She believed her Uncle Sy could fix everything, even bad weather.

"I'm sorry sweetie but he had to help your grandma with some stuff earlier," Debbie explained. Millie was the cutest little girl with blond hair and blue eyes and at three already had Sy's stubbornness and attitude. Seeing them together, Sy huge and Millie so tiny was cute but watching the big, bad, marine be bossed and pushed around by this tiny little girl was the most adorable thing ever.

"Why didn't you do it?" Millie pouted at Deb.

"Cause she didn't want me too. She wanted to spend time with Uncle Sy," She explained. 

"Why not?" Millie questioned. "You do it den Unka Sy be here wif me!"

"Cause she said she wanted him, not me" Deb shrugged. 

"Why?" She asked again.

"Stop bein stupid 'silly millie'." Amy and Mike's oldest kid, Robbie sneered. He was six and he thought little sisters were the worst. 

"Hey," Amy, Mike and Sy all said at the same time. "We don't call people stupid young man," Amy finished.

"Yea poopy head!" Millie stuck her tongue out at him.

"No ma'am," Sy shook his head. "You don't get to call him names either."

"Whhhhyyy?" She whined. "He is a poopy head!"

"Silly Millie, silly Millie," Robbie sang.

"Cause it's not nice," Sy explained while trying not to laugh. "But mostly because I said so." He pointed at Robbie. "That means you to."

"Otay," Millie nodded and played with the doll she had in Sy's lap.

"Fine," Robbie sighed.

Sy's phone rang and he looked at the screen before turning it to silent with a huff. Deb looked at him quizzically but before she could ask her phone rang. She looked at the screen and did the same thing Sy had done.

"What's going on?" Amy asked but just as she did her phone rang. "Hello?"

"Are they there?" Sara demanded.

"Hello to you too mom," Amy rolled her eyes as she excused herself to the kitchen for privacy. 

"Are they there?" She huffed again.

"Yes they are here. The storm was worse down their way and they couldn't get home. They were exhausted and not in any shape to be alone anyway."

"They were here but she decided I didn't need to have a discussion with my own son. She has no right to try to come between us. He's my son and I have a right to know what…"

"No you don't!" Amy yelled into her phone. "Yes, you are our mother but that doesn't give you the right to know every tiny detail of our lives. Whatever Sy went through over there we know it was awful and if he doesn't want to retell it or doesn't want us knowing then we should be ok with that. All that he needs from us is for us to love him just like he loves us. Is that not enough for you?" Amy was near breathless from her rant but when she heard the click of Sara's phone turning off her blood boiled and she growled rather loudly.

"Don't ruin your relationship with her because of me." Sy had stepped into the kitchen when he heard Amy's raised voice. "I don't know why she's being this way but she's dead set on knowing it all and I don't just don't think I can do it."

Amy hugged him. "You don't have to, Sy. If talking about what happened helps you I will gladly listen to every detail. I will continue to love you just the same if you never tell me anything that happened. You are my little brother." 

He walked over to the counter and leaned his hip against it, arms crossed over his chest. "I should just disappear.  It would make everyone's lives easier."

"You better not disappear! We need you," Amy insisted 

Millie came running into the kitchen ending their conversation.  "Unka Sy!" She ran up to him with her little arms in the air and he scooped her up.

"And what do you want?" He asked her as he tickled her and made her squirm and giggle.

"Come pay wif me!"

He sighed dramatically then flipped her upside. "I guess,  if I have to."  

They spent time playing with the kids before they had their dinner and got ready for bed both falling asleep after a story.

Once it was quiet Sy's mind started to go into hyper vigilance again and he was getting antsy. His eyes were darting to all the windows and doors searching for the enemy. When Amy came back downstairs and called them to the kitchen so they could all eat dinner Deb got an idea. "Amy, do you have any card games or board games?"

"I do!" She jumped up excitedly and went to gather them up.

"You did it now woman," Sy shook his head. "She loves playing games."

Deb held out her hand to him and tried to pull him up which was futile until he helped. "Games are a good distraction," She explained as she guided him toward the kitchen. Once he was in front of her she smacked his ass. "Woman?" She growled. 

He bit back a shocked squeak and spun on her quickly wrapping his arms around her and roughly squeezing her ass with both hands. "Yea, woman." There was a playfulness in his eyes as she reached back and swatted at his hands. "Mine", he growled deep in his chest as he pressed his forehead to hers.

"Only yours, always," She promised. He kissed her until she was breathless and leaning heavily against him. "Mmmm," She sighed contentedly.

"Found em," Amy held up the boxes triumphantly. 

Thirty minutes later they were deep into a game of 'Syverson rules Uno' which she learned ment the deck had three special make your own wild cards, one of which Sy made a draw 10 card and you could 'stack' draw cards. The first hand Debbie had to draw eight and Sy enjoyed that just a little too much. So now, about half way into the game, Debbie was in a fit of hysterical laughter, Amy was in tears from laughter, Mike was trying to hide his smile and Sy was cursing. "Biggest bunch of fuckin bullshit I've ever seen in my life." He grumbled. "You keep laughin'" he shook his finger at Deb. It only made her laugh so hard she snorted which led to Amy's hysterical laughter and poor Aika looking at them all like they were mad. "It's not that funny!" Sy huffed at his sister.

"You," gasp, "had to," snort, "draw," guffaw, "18!" Tears from laughter streamed down Amy's face.

He shook his head and glared at her before picking up a pretzel twist and throwing it at her head which Aika happily munched as soon as it hit the floor. "Play!" He growled. 

Deb tried to control her laughter but failed, earning her own pretzel to the head. "They're your rules Syverson! I'm just playing by them," she explained innocently. 

"Uh-huh," he nodded, giving her a look that was supposed to be of anger but he couldn't hide his grin. 

They continued to play games for a couple of hours before Deb noticed Sy starting to wear out. "I hate to end a fun time but I'm getting kinda tired. I think I'm ready to stretch out."

"Of course," Amy stood up and gave her a hug. "You know where everything is but if there is something you can’t find just let me know."

"Thank you again for letting us crash here," sis. 

"You know you're welcome here anytime. " She gave him a hug then shooed them off to bed.

~~~~♡~~~~

Deb made sure Aika had been walked then crawled into bed where Sy was already waiting. The coolness of the sheets was welcoming on her sore, aching body. She wasn't really sleepy but physically she was beyond exhausted. Sighing contentedly when Sy pulled her against his side she pressed a kiss to his chest. "You feeling better sweetheart? "

"Still not right but much better than earlier. I'm so sorry you have to go through this with me. You deserve so much better."

The sadness in his voice broke her heart. She raised up on her elbow and looked at him. "I'm sorry you have to go through it baby, that you went through any of it. You're wrong though. I don't deserve better because there is no one better."

He turned on his side and hugged her to him pressing a kiss to her head nearly purring as she ran her nails lightly up and down his back.

"Mine," She said softly.

"All yours sugar. Only yours."

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