#skimm

[aplang2023raniamin]

Skimm ing Through

I had never heard of the Daily Skimm before I ventured into AP Lang, but I quickly became used to the daily notifications to my woburnps email, letting me know that the daily news was ready for me to glance over. While it would have made sense for me to actually increase how much I looked at the Skimm as the year went on, I actually looked at it less and less because I found other sources that spoke to me. Once I realized just how much current events affect me, not just in classroom but in self-discovery and developing independence, I made sure to keep up with the Associated Press or NBC or even the headlines on Twitter and Instagram because even those brief glances every day showed me that I should not allow myself to become shocked into numbness. As I wrote an an argument essay (B) about the value of fear in persuasion on my AP Lang exam or the value of the unknown in class, I realized that the constant threat of school shootings and gun violence in general has numbed my generation to news of gun-related massacres and given us so many options to choose from for evidence (seen above). The discussions we shared in class and the indignation I could share with my teacher and classmates was refreshing and helped me shake off numbness towards something I care about. (E) It is not futile to want a better future, but it cannot arrive unless we know exactly where the world stands every time we get an opportunity to know more.

[hldailyupdate]

“I ran into Harry Styles recently, I’m all smitten, ‘cause he was nice to me and my husband— it was my husband’s birthday. He came up and he said hello to my husband, separately. And I was like ‘Easy, Harry Styles, MY husband, hello! See which finger I’m pointing with?’ [points to his ring finger with his middle finger]”

-How I Met Your Mother’s Neil Patrick Harris joking about Harry flirting with his husband. (6 October 2023)

via The Skimm

[sincericida]

ANDREW GARFIELD

for The Skimm'

He talks about Florence Pugh, says he listens to Billie Elisha and Chappell Roan and more.

[wildtornado-o]

The pain of drawing characters one way because of one character description for them and then they get described again, and it's an almost completely different design...

(This is about Ferris. In Cog Ferris is described as small and heavier set, looking older than he was, but in LoD, he's described as tall and lean, still clinging to looks of his youth)

[thelunarchaos]

Sometimes, you gotta take a peak at creator chose not to use archive warnings.

looking for fics about your favorite character on ao3 be like:

dont care

dont care

dont care

what the actual fuck

dont care

ooh that sounds- what the fuck

unfinished

don't care

the best fic ive ever read in my life. this absolutely ruined me and ill never be the same ever again

dont care

[toelessbastard]

Scum villian (pidw/the fandom tbh...)has made me so much more suspecting to these damn fuck or die plots. . .. .!!!!! Damn you Shang Qinghua!!! Damn you!!!!!!

[a-lurking-fae]

FONTAINIAN READER + A/B/O DYNAMIC + TERMINAL ILLNESS

It's 7 in the morning but I HAD TO WRITE THIS DOWNNN

What if Fontainian!Reader + A/B/O dynamics + ill reader?? But the reader isn't an omega, no. They'd be a beta, and as we know, betas aren't that suseptive to pheromones at all, some not even noticing it.

In a family filled with strong Alphas, a simple beta is just... there? A weak beta that's quite out of place, are you really sure you belong there?

You don't notice how people run from you. They're scared of you for some reason? You don't notice the furious pheromones of your family when someone tells you you're a stain.

Whenever Bruce lectures you, that's the only time you actually talk to him. You don't know that he as been emmiting pheromones that literally scream "It's ok." or "Don't be scared."

No. He's straight up intimidating, he doesn't know you can't smell pheromones, he never really took the time to know you. You could've been an omega and he would even know. So you think he's super angry!

But, apparently Bruce can't help the bitch face and rough tone (っ ͡ ͡º - ͡ ͡º ς). Now if Fontainian reader was sick, I don't mean like terminal diseases from earth— I'm thinking about the abyssal corrosion. If the reader was an adventurer, it wouldn't be a surprise if they ran into the abyss.

But let's add the fact your the Hydro Archon's granddaughter, and the fact that your also the Hydro Dragon's granddaughter! You'd make such a good target, if your cursed, you don't have much to lose anymore.

So you pack your bags and leave for Fontaine, leaving the family for good. So you left a note for Alfred, telling him all about your situation. He'd be distressed! Alfred would tell Bruce, convincing him to get you. You were his daughter, why would he leave you to die!

Bruce promised himself that he wouldn't let another of his kids die, but here you were, that thing in your system killing you painfully and slowly.

Bruce knows about Teyvat, that's where your mother was from. He never met your grandparents, he'd like to know them now. The family faces another problem though, how do they get there?

Dick would skimm through your journals and diary, trying to find any clues on how to to you. But you've written it in another language, something that never existed in earth. And if you were well-versed in most languages in Teyvat, you guys know that when your super angry, sometimes you speak in all of them.

So instead of Tim and Barbara finding a pattern in your stuff, it's filled with multiple mixes of mysterious languages. Any progress would end up with another dead end.

Duke is absolutely happy, the both of you were the same age! Basically twins, both your birthdays a few days apart. You were the only sense of normalcy that he always craved, something most of the fucked-up-and-traumatized family members couldn't do. But when you left, that sense of stability started to fade. He worries about you day-and-night, he hopes that you'll be home soon.

Cass would learn normalcy from you, she was a trained weapon, she didn't have any clue what to do with you. After all, you always did your best to understand and teach her about emotions. She appreciates you a lot. You took care of her when she was sick, bandaged her up when she was injured, and baked her snacks. She wants to experience it with you again.

Damian's family is very much traditional. So he most likely would be angry, how could you leave them? Not only are they capable Alphas, but they're powerful as well. It was your adventuring in that world that got you sick. You should have simply stayed at home. When you get back to the mansion, you'll sit tight until they find a cure.

If it was Nicer!Damian, then he would be angry at himself. He wasn't enough for you to stay in Gotham, he promises that he'll be a better brother. He knows you could die any time there with the abyss and all! He nags Bruce and Tim to find you faster. Motivating them with the fact Teyvat is dangerous, wars there are going on! It was finished, also, Inazuma was far as fuck!

All-in-all, they'd do everything in their power to reach you, so they'd recruit the Justice league, especially Diana. She's well versed in these stuff after all. The Al Ghul's would help too. Checking family records if there were any thing pertaining to Teyvat.

Meanwhile, in Teyvat. You're swimming with the sea otters with Neuvilette and Furina, who took time off to spend time with their grandchild.

[bruce-slutsteen]

"Hozier Breaks Down His Perfect Playlist" by the Skimm

[livin-like-a-clown]

OMG!!!

I'm currently watching Icebound from Legends of Avantirs, and I'm on episode 13, the scene with Skimm in the library of his mind is literally so sweet

his first thought being his friends, and not wanting to think about anything before meeting them 🥺

[slugbutterfly]

I love how matter of fact things are bough up in DunMeshi. You actually have to pay attention to dialogue to get all the tidbits and not just skimm over the pages. But that also means that some people will miss things and misunderstand stuff in a way that got me grinding my teeth and trying to calmly remember that this is just a made up fantasy world and no blood should be shed over it.

[brainrotgoverner]

Can I marry you? Lay my life on hour feet?? Build a shrine???

Hi everyone, I've realized that perhaps people might be interested in this again. It's all of my viewing notes documenting important worldbuilding, or character info, or simply topics of potential interest.

[sincericida]

ANDREW GARFIELD

for the Skimm' - "White boy of the decade's' (speech).

[linipikk]

Undoing

Taught daughter to solve problems using her fists, died (and died and died) in fights

Ruled by skimms and mindgames died by daughter's version of one

Only valued strength in war. Died by his daughter's hand in combat

[marvelmusing]

Keep Your Judgement

Chapter Five

Pairing: Aleksander Morozova x Fem!Reader

Summary: Progress is made with your work regarding the amplifier, and you grow closer to the General.

Warnings: canon level violence (mentions of Grisha persecution, death, and amplifier claiming), minor spoilers for season two.

My Masterlist • Series Masterlist

“You cannot fix everything, child.”

A frown creases at your brows as you work on the rip you had caused in Fruzsi’s kefta during a sparring session of which she insists you had cheated. She hadn’t specified a no knives rule and hiding a blade up your sleeve has become a new habit of yours.

The frown on your face isn’t a result of the kefta, which knits itself back together neatly as you smooth a circular motion over the fabric with your palm. The frown is because the workshop is empty, meaning you are the unlucky target of Baghra’s scorn – something you thought you could live the rest of your life without.

“It’s a kefta, Baghra. I learnt to make these when I was twelve.”

She scoffs.

“I’m not talking about that measly scrap of cloth. I’m talking about your beloved General.”

Fruzsi would certainly be offended by that comment about her kefta and something inside you cringes at the old woman’s sneer at the word ‘beloved’.

Doing your best to ignore Baghra, you trace your fingertip over some of the frayed embroidery, using your power to weave the deep blue tidemaker pattern back into place amongst the glossy silk.

“The merzost is poisoning him, and there is no cure.”

Without looking at her, you muse quietly,

“No cure, yet.”

She hums mockingly, the corner of her mouth lifting into a smirk. Her clothing shifts against metal bars as she leans backwards on her stool.

“A little optimist.”

Rolling your eyes, you glance over at her.

She’s been playing the weak old woman act whenever David or Vladim have been in the workshop, hoping to incite some pity from them. After all, neither of them had been subjected to her lessons, unlike you, they don’t know what she is truly like.

“I know what you’re doing. It won’t work.”

She holds your gaze for a long moment. Baghra certainly isn’t afraid of you, but something makes her fidget with the bandage wrapped around the remaining stub of her finger.

Then she calls out,

“Stop lurking, boy.”

Turning your head, your eyes lock with the General’s as he steps into the workshop. His expression shifts as he looks away from you to glower at Baghra, his voice terse as he speaks,

“Mother.”

Finished with mending Fruzsi’s kefta, you stand up slowly, hoping not to draw attention to yourself. As you pick up your book of folktales, tucking it against your chest as you fold the kefta under your other arm, you feel the weight of the General’s eyes on you.

Giving him a small nod, you move towards the door he had just stepped through.

“I’ll leave you to it,” you say quietly.  

He inclines his head as you walk by him.

At the sound of your name, you turn back with a small frown. For a moment the General doesn’t seem to know what he was going to say to you.

“Any further developments?” he asks, gesturing lightly towards the table beside him where Vladim has curated an extensive collection of ingredients.

The search for the fox amplifier meant that you now spend a lot of time out in the woods, and as a result Vladim’s desk has new additions on a regular basis. Whenever you find a plant that could be useful, you retrieve some leaves or seeds to aid him in his experiments – and hopefully improve the General’s condition. 

“I made some adjustments to Vladim’s tonic,” you tell him, fiddling with the spine of your book. “Added bramble leaves which should help with your throat and the fatigue.”

As you’re speaking, your gaze flickers over his shoulder, landing on Baghra who stares at you with a pointed look that makes you bristle as if you can hear her thoughts.

There is no cure.

Almost instantly, you have a determined response. Not yet. But there will be.

He nods in acknowledgement, his eyes skimming over the cordials and glass bottles perched on Vladim’s desk.

“Thank you.”

There’s a pause between you both, as his gaze flickers over to meet yours and you offer him a small smile. For a moment you think the corner of his mouth moves to return you smile.

As the silence hangs, you step back.

“I should go.”

He nods again before he turns away and you step out of the workshop, making your way down the corridor towards your room to change out of your kefta and into your walking clothes.

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Dampness hangs in the air, making the horizon hazy with mist as you walk through the trees, boots collecting dew from the grass you trek over quietly. Birds chirp overhead, providing you with some comfort. If the birds are here, then it must be safe.

Walking alone in Ravka is becoming more and more dangerous these days, especially for Grisha. First Army patrols change course regularly in an attempt to find the General. There’s been rumours of Grisha hunters – Ravkan not the Drüskelle – tracking down Grisha that had gone on the run.

The General doesn’t allow many people to leave the Sanctuary and he has increased the number of Grisha patrolling during both day and night to ensure the house is well protected.

Alongside Fruzsi and Fedoyr, you make up the small council that the General keeps, the four of you meet regularly to discuss patrols, rescue missions, and general housekeeping for the Sanctuary.

It feels strange, to have suddenly gained such importance for your people, but despite the pressure you feel, it’s much better than whatever meagre task you might have been doing if you were an ordinary durast.

A snap in the distance has you freezing in place, eyes scouring over your surroundings to seek out any threats. If only you were a corporalki, all you can do is clasp your hands together and search for any nearby metals. But there’s nothing. No armour, no swords or guns, no knives – aside from the one up your sleeve and at your waistband.

Then a flash of red catches your attention.

Hazel eyes lock on yours and the breath stutters in your lungs.

The fox. You’ve found him.

He moves slowly, gaze unwavering as he studies you intently. Halted mid-step, he places his paw down in front of his body, edging his way towards you slowly.

When you had heard that Morozova’s stag existed – a towering white stag with huge antlers – you had expected all amplifiers to be large and majestic. But the fox looks like any other you might find in the woods.

Except his eyes. There’s a cunning edge there that reassures you that this is the fox you’ve been searching for. Power glimmers in each strand of fur, dewy from the raindrops that cling to the tall grasses surrounding him.

Above you, the birds flee, and you immediately look around, hearing voices in the distance. Heart pounding, your gaze whips back to the fox, but he’s already gone.

Right now, your priority is getting back to the Sanctuary safely, without being seen.

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From that moment onwards, you visit the fox regularly, bringing gifts of berries and dried scraps of meat whenever you can. His bright hazel eyes always watch you intently, a peaceful presence by your side as you sit in the long grass.

The first time you trace your fingers over its thick fur a shiver runs through your body as you feel the fox’s power sing in your bones.

The theory you have is that if you can bond with the fox before claiming its power then it might be easier for you to merge forms. In all honesty, you have no idea how Grisha of the past had managed to execute such a feat.

Perhaps it isn’t even possible. But you have to try. Not only would becoming one with the fox allow you to use the full extent of your power, but it would also give you an advantage over any opponent you might face.  

The General hasn’t asked you about the fox recently, though you often spot him watching you intently as you train, finding new ways to use your power to fight. Maybe the fox’s power lingers inside you, even when you return to the Sanctuary, because your power seems to flow within you better than ever.

Perhaps it isn’t about you claiming the fox, maybe the fox is the one to claim you.

Nevertheless, you find yourself enjoying your days, even with the threat of civil war and the General’s worsening condition dangling over your head.

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Whilst the tidemaker’s mist keeps the Sanctuary hidden, it also makes the air chilly, and the lingering moisture in the air clings to your kefta as you rub your fingers together in an attempt to produce some warmth.

A peaceful quiet has settled over the grounds, in this moment where sunlight has risen over the mountains but very few people are awake. Soon enough, training will begin, and Grisha will be bustling about as they hone their abilities in preparation for whatever your next move will be.

Confrontations with the First Army have been increasing and you’ve heard rumours of Grisha being executed by firing squad.

The small refuge built here by the General feels more temporary by the day. East Ravka isn’t a large country. It’s only a matter of time before someone finds the Sanctuary.  

Shifting slightly, you attempt to ease the ache that has settled into your legs from sitting on the edge of the low stone wall. Tucked away at the back of the house, your position allows you to see into what was once a small garden.

Now, the rose bushes are overgrown, and the stone plant basins are cracked and crumbling, but watching the rabbits explore the undergrowth provides you some entertainment, drawing your attention away from the book of folktales sitting in your lap.

The sound of wood creaking has you turning your head slightly, as the door behind you opens and the General steps out onto the smooth stone paving that makes up the worn out patio.

The dark circles under his eyes appear more defined this morning, the symptoms of his merzost use must have been keeping him from sleeping. Perhaps you should suggest another cordial, something for him to drink nightly, to ease his symptoms and allow him to sleep somewhat soundly.

The corner of his mouth lifts into a small smile as his eyes meet yours.

“Good morning,” he says softly. “May I join you?”

You nod.

“Of course.”

Bundling up the excess of your cloak, you edge your way closer towards the garden to give the General enough space to sit beside you.  

“I read through your proposal.”

His voice is low, and he doesn’t look at you as he speaks. Looking down at your feet, you trace the toe of your boot through a dewy patch of grass.

“You think I’m insane.”

At the corner of your vision, you see the General shake his head.

“It has been quite some time since I last met someone whose ambition rivals my own.”

For some reason, his words bring a smile to your face. This man has done terrible things, dabbled in forbidden magic that is slowly corrupting his body, stealing his health from him. But the thought of being just a little bit like him makes a warmth settle in your chest.

Less than a year ago, you were an inconsequential little durast, tinkering away in the materialki workshops, making corecloth for the war effort.

Now you’re sitting beside the General, feeling a strange kinship with him.

“You wouldn’t have looked twice at me, back at the Little Palace,” you remark quietly, keeping your gaze away from his.

Two rabbits chase one another in the distance, weaving among the grass and leaves, kicking up dirt as they scurry about. It’s only once the silence has dragged on that you find the courage to look at his face.

His eyes scour over your features, studying you intently as you wonder what he’s thinking. His expression doesn’t change as he says in a low voice,

“Perhaps. But I’m looking at you now.”

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The woods are quiet today, which unsettles you. Something in the back of your mind is warning you about something, but you continue along the familiar route towards where the fox likes to roam on sunny days like this.

At the sound of horses approaching, your heart hammers in your chest, and without a thought you take off running towards a mound of rocks where you know there’s a small cave.

Skidding as you near the entrance, you practically throw yourself down into the cave, pressing your back against hard rock as you strain your ears for the sound of horses or their riders.

Voices echo in the distant, but you can’t tell if they’re moving towards or away from you.

Clutching your knife in your hand, you attempt to slow your heart down, annoyed by the sound of it rushing through your ears and hindering your awareness of any oncoming threats.

At the sound of movement at the entrance to the cave, you retreat further into the stony depths, hiding in the shadows. The sight of red fur glistens in the low light and a pair of hazel eyes find yours.

Sighing in relief, you allow the knife to slip from your fingers, dropping to the ground as the fox approaches and you extend a hand towards him.

He moves over towards you without hesitation, stopping briefly to duck his head down by your feet before he nuzzles against your legs.

“You know what it’s like to be hunted too,” you muse quietly.  

As you stroke your hand over the white fur at his chest, you realise what’s in his mouth. Your knife. Eyes flickering up to meet his hazel ones, you find an almost determined glimmer amongst the swirling golden browns and blues there.

Leaning back, you settle yourself down onto a chunk of rock, and the fox drops the knife in your lap, nudging your hand with his nose. Slowly, you curl your fingers around the hilt of the knife, eyeing the fox with a small frown.

“You’re sure?” you ask softly.

His eyes don’t waver from yours.

Tightening your grip on the knife, you look down at the blade as it shines in the low light. He licks at your knuckles, almost reassuringly. This is what you had wanted, the opportunity to become more powerful than you ever thought possible.

With your abilities amplified, you could protect more Grisha, perhaps you could even save the General. The theory you’ve been working on, balancing the merzost in his body, will require a powerful durast.

One of the reasons why you had been attempting to master the Cut was so that you could ensure that the fox’s death would be painless, but you hadn’t managed to do much more than a scratch with your power. The knife will have to do.

The creature’s claw should be a suitable material to create the connection between you both, and being a durast means you can fabricate your own amplifier as soon as possible.  

Steadying the knife in your hand, you straighten your shoulders, breathing out a smooth exhale as you press the tip of the blade over the fox’s chest. Power thrums through you as you feel the metal of knife, poised to sink into flesh, the angle you’ve chosen will ensure it is unhampered by the bones that will amplify your abilities.

“Thank you,” you whisper.

The knife sinks downwards.

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[vileact]

it’s a warm sunday afternoon, the sun is setting and you’re just getting out of the shower. you’re washing up to have a cute little movie night with vi. you’re scrunching your hair with your towel, not wanting to get the pillows or comforter wet. you let out a little sigh of relief, savoring the clean and cozy feeling. you had thrown on a pretty big shirt and some shorts. you walk out of your bathroom to see violet laid on your guys’ bed waiting, she’s snoring lightly. she must’ve fallen asleep waiting for you to get out of the shower. you walk over to her and whisper to her lightly, “scoot over, baby”. she wakes up immediately and groans a bit. “ughh i’m sorry i didn’t mean to fall asleep”. you pat her leg softly, trying to tell her to scoot, “no worries you can keep sleeping, i know you’re tired”. “no no i wanna watch that show you wanted to watch” she exclaims. “alright come here..”you grab her arm to put it over your shoulder, you squeeze her biceps playfully. violet smiles at the action and wraps her warm arm around you and gently rubs your side. her usually rough hands turn soft, making you wanna melt into a puddle under her grasp. you both get comfortable and watch your favorite show. (it’s also vi’s favorite)

after a while of binge watching your guys’ favorite show, you eventually get bored. you start gently tracing the outlines of violets tattoos, she looks down at you confused. “i thought you wanted to watch this? what’s up?..”she asks. “mm.. nothing…” you hum. she nods a bit and looks back up to the screen. you continue tracing the tattoos on her muscular arms, staring at the sheer amount of muscle she has, completely absorbed in what you’re looking at. you let your eyes trail up her arm and then soon onto the side of her neck. you shift your body to reposition yourself onto vis lap. “what’s wrong hm?” she asks again. “nothing i just wanna get a closer look at your tatts” you smile. vi lets out a small “ohhh..” and continues watching the show, eyes glued to the tv screen, and her hands now resting on your sides, occasionally gently rubbing up and down each side. you’re now inspecting her neck tattoo, now gently tracing the shape of it. upon closer inspection, you decide to place a small gentle kiss right on it. violet smiles at the ticklish spot being touched, however her eyes are still glued to the TV screen… disappointed that you didn’t catch her attention with the action, you decide to try and get her attention by doing it even more. you gently pepper small and soft kisses on the area, making your girlfriend giggle a little bit and smack the sides of your thigh softly in an attempt to make you stop. still nothing from her… so you decide to bite her. softly of course. “nibble” if you will.. the contact making her let out the smallest of gasps, turning her head to you. “seriously, what’s wrong with you? huh?” she asks curiously. “i’m boredddd..” you drag out your sentence. “well then what do you want to do? you wanted to watch this.” she chuckles out. “hmmm.. i’m not sure.” you say knowing exactly what you want to do, lifting your head from her neck and pushing a strand of hair behind your ear, making sure to flash your eyes at her, giving her a doe-like look. vi just looks at you even more confused, forcing you to answer her, “i just wanna.. i don’t know? spend time with you?”. “we’re spending time right now..?” she explains. you don’t respond and just scoot onto one of her thighs, placing your hands on her shoulders for stability. you take your hands and cup her face, you place a small kiss on her cheek, and then slowly lead a trail of kisses down to her ear. violet slightly picks up on what you’re doing, now groping you. you’re now gradually gliding your hips up and down her thigh, ever so slightly. you pull your face away from hers and look her in the eyes momentarily before once again cupping her face and going in for a kiss. it’s sloppy this time, and she has no issue with it. your girlfriends hand now skimming up to your lower back and stroking it softly. her other hand now playing with the hem of your shorts, making you stop for a second to lift your butt off her thigh. she quickly plucks your bottoms off, throwing them somewhere in the room to find later. a chill runs up your spine feeling the cold breeze upon your heat, allowing yourself to sit back down on your girlfriends thigh. the firm clothed muscles only adding to the sensation. she gives you a small hand motion to notify you to lift your arms, and you do so, granting her access to remove your shirt. she pushes you back a bit, making you lean away from her. she swiftly places one hand on your lower back and leans in to kiss your body. pushing you closer to her mouth, she trails the kisses from your collar bone down to your breasts. you take in a sharp drag of air at her touch. hands now entangled in her soft pink hair, ever so slightly tugging on it, and your heads leaned back. she stops a second to give some attention to your neck, biting at the soft supple skin. you’d pay the price tomorrow but you could care less right now, you’re fixated on the painful sensation. vi’s hands caress your body, her hands groping every part of your body as if she’s studying it. she quickly pushes you onto your back and pulls your lower half up to her face, with ease too.

1/2!!

[treetownconfessions]

I went skimmming on the subreddit and didn't see anything too crazy, just lots of recolors/screenshot redraws and people who are probably way, way too young to be on a shithole site like Reddit.

most of the active drama happens in the comments tbh. the actual posts are usually just low effort dreck but those comment sections are hazardous to human life

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