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[joannavou-secondlifelandscapes]

Taken at Golden Place https://maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Golden%20Place/164/142/20

[druidonity2]

2021 Shadowlands fanart.

[trendynewsnow]

Winter Getaways: Five New Sunny Escapes

If the thought of winter has you dreaming of a sun-soaked getaway, look no further! Here are five exciting new destinations to consider, ranging from the scenic shores of California to the picturesque beaches of the Caribbean. Whether you’re looking to check into a beautifully restored Bahamian retreat once frequented by Greta Garbo, or indulge in a luxurious villa with breathtaking views in…

[scarlettnishimura-secondlife]

Hi, it's me Scarlett Nishimura from SL.

I'm here since 2 months. During the time I discover the SL worlds, clubs, trying make some good outfits hehe.

Why I decided to make my blog about it? Well Second Life as the name says it's second life, it's a place where I can spend some time and do some things which I can't in real.

Also it's for me great fun so :)

This photoshoot was made in the place: http://maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Soundsation/168/189/25

[mygameplaydiary]

I Found the Coziest Fall Destinations in Second Life for You

It's the coziest time of the year, fall. Autumn is my favorite season and I wanted to find some sims that really captured how beautiful fall is in the metaverse.

After searching several places, I have 5 of my top picks for Fall 2024 with the links listed (click visit here). You can also get a visual of what the locations look like in this video:

1- Silent Melody: This sim is landscaped perfectly and has many different areas you can explore, visit here.

2- Soul Deep: This sim is very quaint and cozy but does not skimp on the detailed landscaping. It also has a warm café you can enjoy with friends. Visit here.

3- Rainy Café: This spot makes you want to put a warm sweater on your avatar and cozy up with a cup of coffee. You can visit here.

4- Cherishville: This rainy spot has many areas to explore while you take in the autumn aura. Be sure to bring an umbrella. Visit here.

5- Fall in Love: You might actually fall in love with this sim. It's vast landscape has many activities you can partake in for the season. Visit here.

[evwuniverse]

Tonight, I wanted to try something new. I was looking at the destinations guide and was clicking away trying to find a place to explore and came across this little hidden gem on the mainland. When you own a parcel on the mainland it is a little cheaper than owning a region or renting because when on the mainland you can't restart the sim and there are a lot of tiny caveats. But what I love about mainland parcels and locations built on the mainland open to the public is you can explore a lot of cool places in a short distance. More on mainland versus parcels and other land talk in a future post and video.

When exploring this little hangout it truly is somewhat of a private area for people to bring their friends that they meet on Second Life to relax and play some games in a very safe and chill environment it made my ADHD internally scream with excitement. I highly recommend visiting this location. You can do so by going to the following link or copying and pasting this link into your Second Life viewer inside of the address bar that shows where you are currently. http://maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Yierburn/229/243/73

I have nothing but good things to say about this little location and I hope you all enjoy it as much as I did.

Signing Off - Till Next Time!

[doodlepede]

hey Rain World fans. I'm gonna show you a lore interpretation that I personally have never seen anyone talk about except myself. If you know me as Sliverist, then you know what's up.

Everyone knows the first five Karma glyphs represent the so-called Five Natural Urges. Violence, reproduction, trade and social connection, eating, and self preservation. People generally believe the next Karma glyphs before the tenth are meaningless, but this is WRONG. Understanding this revelation requires seeing the big picture, which I will guide you through.

Rain World really likes to blur the line between organic and inorganic, with the most obvious example being the Iterators themselves, these biomechanical superstructures whose function in large part is outsourced to their "microbe strata" (Purple SL pearl), but it goes even further, into the very world design.

Five Pebbles' internal structure resembles a brain with its many sections all divided into specific regions with specific purposes. His chamber makes the resemblance even more obvious, where you can clearly see the brainstem.

Within Five Pebbles' dark interior swim swarms of colorful neurons which turn white in broad daylight, each one a carrier of information. Often, they are brushed along by cilia lining the computer halls.

The Void Sea writhes with a swarm of beings enormous beyong reckoning which closely resemble real neurons. The void worm that takes interest in the slugcat uses a dendrite to make a tether to drag the slugcat to its final destination.

As the slugcat swims and swims, it is joined by countless many just like it, and together they swim toward the light, referred to in the code as "TheEgg" (VoidSeaScene.cs)

This is the table of Karma, showing every level above Five. Doesn't it look rather like..

dividing cells being crossed out?

In Rain World, birth and life, cognition and enlightenment, death and ascension are all inextricably connected concepts. You might even say they're connected in a cycle. The imagery and themes are rich and complete, integrated fully into the world. This is even without mentioning the voidspawn which also resemble sperm, swimming to the same place. This is why Ascension is the best ending :artiyoy:

[kaiaelsher]

Why is MC of LnD so overlooked?

I've seen so many people calling mc a redflag, hating her even sl*tshames her for things that... wasn't even her fault?

It's not her fault that she is destined to be entwined with three men in her lives? All she did was being kind and then fall for each one of them, MC, too, have never had a choice to begin with, in every universe she always have this heart problem, in every universe somehow the men always knew things more than she does. About her forgetting the men, it's not her fault? She literally never wished to forget any of them. She is an innocent kind soul that was dragged to the mud in every universe she gets to live in.

I'm completely BAFFLED when I saw people starting to call MC a redflag because, are we playing the same game? 😭

How could someone who, despite her mortality in the middle of immortal people, wished for her immortal crush to get what he wanted upon the starfall that only happened once a century, when she couldve wished something for herself instead: is a redflag?

How could someone who is a redflag, accompany and love the cruel and cold foreseer, never leaving his side even as he is dying by his mistake of betraying his God, embracing him, crying for him when he couldn't even do that for himself? How a could a redflag be the warming sun of Zayne's life, that is filled by coldness?

How could someone who is a redflag, willingly gave out her heart to her "slave" so he could save his people when, all her life, she has been thinking the only thing she's lived for was for the kingdom that trapped her inside a suffocating castle? How could this someone who is called a redflag, at the end, willingly abandon the kingdom she wanted to protect just to be with her beloved?

Her sacrifices, loyalty, and suffering is so overlooked that it drives me mad. Just because she is unaware of things doesn't mean she never suffered, just because she is destined to fall in love with different men in different universes doesn't mean she's disloyal, it's clear that in each timeline MC wasn't aware of other men's existence beside her beloved, had she been aware, she would not fall in love with three men like that, but unfortunately, the storyline make her did. And all of you blaming her for this thing is messed up.

[nasa]

Rockets, Racecars, and the Physics of Going Fast

When our Space Launch System (SLS) rocket launches the Artemis missions to the Moon, it can have a top speed of more than six miles per second. Rockets and racecars are designed with speed in mind to accomplish their missions—but there’s more to speed than just engines and fuel. Learn more about the physics of going fast:

Take a look under the hood, so to speak, of our SLS mega Moon rocket and you’ll find that each of its four RS-25 engines have high-pressure turbopumps that generate a combined 94,400 horsepower per engine. All that horsepower creates more than 2 million pounds of thrust to help launch our four Artemis astronauts inside the Orion spacecraft beyond Earth orbit and onward to the Moon. How does that horsepower compare to a racecar? World champion racecars can generate more than 1,000 horsepower as they speed around the track.

As these vehicles start their engines, a series of special machinery is moving and grooving inside those engines. Turbo engines in racecars work at up to 15,000 rotations per minute, aka rpm. The turbopumps on the RS-25 engines rotate at a staggering 37,000 rpm. SLS’s RS-25 engines will burn for approximately eight minutes, while racecar engines generally run for 1 ½-3 hours during a race.

To use that power effectively, both rockets and racecars are designed to slice through the air as efficiently as possible.

While rockets want to eliminate as much drag as possible, racecars carefully use the air they’re slicing through to keep them pinned to the track and speed around corners faster. This phenomenon is called downforce.

Steering these mighty machines is a delicate process that involves complex mechanics.

Most racecars use a rack-and-pinion system to convert the turn of a steering wheel to precisely point the front tires in the right direction. While SLS doesn’t have a steering wheel, its powerful engines and solid rocket boosters do have nozzles that gimbal, or move, to better direct the force of the thrust during launch and flight.

Racecar drivers and astronauts are laser focused, keeping their sights set on the destination. Pit crews and launch control teams both analyze data from numerous sensors and computers to guide them to the finish line. In the case of our mighty SLS rocket, its 212-foot-tall core stage has nearly 1,000 sensors to help fly, track, and guide the rocket on the right trajectory and at the right speed. That same data is relayed to launch teams on the ground in real time. Like SLS, world-champion racecars use hundreds of sensors to help drivers and teams manage the race and perform at peak levels.

Knowing how to best use, manage, and battle the physics of going fast, is critical in that final lap. You can learn more about rockets and racecars here.

Make sure to follow us on Tumblr for your regular dose of space!

[sturniolo04]

Quiet- All

Brother!Chris x Brother!Matt x Brother!Nick x Sls!Fem!Reader

Summary: in which Ayla is super quiet all day and your brothers start to worry about you.

A/N: If you don't like the preadded name in my stories, you can either add your own name or not read it; it's up to you :)

Today was a very normal day. Well, almost normal, you woke up feeling just completely empty. Empty in the sense that you felt like you had no worth. the emptiness that was past even being considered a feeling because in the end, you feel nothing at all. you felt numb. Felt nothing. Unfortnately for you when you get in this kind of head space from time to time you had no other options than to be quiet which most of the time goes noticed by your parents and even your brothers but that was back when you were in Boston. Now that you have moved to LA to live with your triplet brothers it was different.

"you ready to go"

matt asks walking into the living room where you were sitting

"hm"

you respond almost unadubily

"he said are you ready to go to lunch ayla"

chris chuckles out as he makes his way into the living room with nick following

"oh mhm yeah"

you mumble out. you become drained from even trying to act like you weren't feeling this weighted pressure on your body of just feeling nothing.

"okay then where do you want to eat bub"

nick asks shiftly his normally loud volume as he sits right next to you on the L shaped couch

"its up to you guys i really don't care'

you sigh out stilling trying to fight off this feeling before your brothers could ask you if you were okay which would lead to a conversation you wont be able to have without breaking down into a blubbering mess.

"okay let's just get going we still have to meet up with Madison since she is back in town"

matt shakes off the fact you are definitely not in the headspace today because he knows you well because he is your brother after all and you and him share a bond that was on a different level than your bond with nick and chris separately.

"heyy its the trips long time no see"

madison squeals as she comes up and hugs all three in a group hug. She lets out a small gasp as her eyes lands on you. Did I mention this was my first time meeting madison, likewhat great timing my bpd decides to act up.

"oh my gosh is this-"

she exaclaims looking at your brothers to confirm

"yeah this is our little sister Ayla"

matt states rubbing ayla's shoulder comfortingly

"oh my goodness hi"

she exclaims finally coming up to you and wrapping you in a tight hug. You knew once this feeling past you and her were going to be inseperable.

"hi it nice to meet you too"

you reply shyly but also quietly given your mental state at the moment, pulling out of the hug

"your brothers talk so much about you when they came to my Boston show"

she states excitedly as she looks at you and takes in your features that could definitely relate you to your brothers.

You guys get to your destination for lunch and the whole time you kept zoning out, completely detaching yourself from not only the conversation the triplets and madison was holding but also from reality. You guys were sitting at a booth seat, so you were sitting next to nick across from the other three. You continue to sit there zoned out wishing this feeling would just leave your body.

"so whats it like living in LA Ayla is it going good"

madison asks you which snaps you out of your trance as all of their eyes shift to you.

"uh mhm its good"

you respond lifting your fork playing with your food

"thats good well you guys have to invite me over soon just so I can hang out with you"

she replies smiling at you as chris interjects in the conversation

"well you would be the first friend she would have ever had since we are practically her only friends; it annoying honestly"

chris sighs out as madison just looks back at you to see your reaction.

"CHRIS"

nick exclaims out shocked his brother even said that about

"whatt its true im just kidding im not annoyed by it"

he defends himself

"not cool chris come on"

matt huffs out looking over at chris

"its fine i dont care honestly its okay if you feel annoyed by it chris I get it"

you state nochalantly, taking a bite of your broccoli on your plate.

After a long day you and the triplets went back home and decided to watch a movie together in the living room before we wrapped up our day. Which did result in us not actually fully watching the movie but rather them getting caught up on their phones and me doodling in my notebook I had on the coffee table from earlier today because go forbid I open social media and get sucked into a deeper state of emotions I don't need to be in. Although it would affect me as much because like I said today I just feel nothing. Sighing at the thought and feeling it caught chris' attention.

"why are you being so quiet today"

chris asks nudging your shoulder slightly seeing he was sitting next to you with matt on the other side of you on the gray couch.

"im not being quiet"

"yes you are you have been quiet all day Ayla"

nick chimes in all the way at the other end of the couch

"whats going on"

chris asks again as all the triplets attention fixates on you. You begin the bring your knees to your chest on the couch lowering your head on top of your knees. Resulting in the triplets all exchanged looks of confusion. You began to sob wrapping your arms to hug your knees and yourself as your shoulder shake from the aggressive sobbing.

"hey hey aylaaa"

matt exclaims dragging out the 'a' getting off of the couch kneeling in front of you pulling your arms out of there hugging grip, placing his ringed palms on either side of your calves, as nick hurriedly shuffles over next to you on the couch to provide comfort.

"whats going on talk to us kiddo"

chris states worriedly from the other side of you on the couch rubbing his palm gently up and down your hoodie-covered arm.

"i just feel-"

you stutter out through sobs

"feel what"

nick asks trying to get an answer out of you.

"i feel numb"

you huff out honestly as you tip your head back to lean against the head rest cushion on the couch as your chest rises and falls from the heavy breathing from your sobbing.

"i just feel nothing"

you continue to sob out lifting your head up to maintain eye contact with your lap not even feeling at ease to look your brothers in the eye.

"and its scaring me- it has been a really bad day mentally"

you shakily breath out as you feel matts hands run up and down the sides of your calves and nick rests his head on your shoulder.

"hey and thats okay we all have bad days okay"

matt reassures you catching your tear stained eyes for the first time really all day.

"im glad you told us, im sorry it was a rough day"

nick sighs out the response as you lean your head to rest on top of his on your shoulder.

" here i will get you your water"

chris states getting up from the couch to get your waterbottle from the kitchen counter, leaving matt and nick to continue comforting you as matt keeps mumbling sweet nothings to keep you from spiraling again.

" at first i thought you were mad still about what chris said today at lunch"

nick chuckles out as he sits up removing his head from your shoulder as chris hands you your waterbottle you always carry around.

"i mean that was fucked up"

you giggle out taking a sip.

"hey"

chris exclaims out cuckling plopping back on the couch next to you wrapping his arms around you.

"i said i was sorry"

he states squeezing you in his tight embrace. You eventually calmed down with the company of your brothers ultimately grateful and lucky to have them when you need them and even when you dont.

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[lover-of-mine]

https://www.tumblr.com/lover-of-mine/765722515353026560/im-curious-for-a-gg-or-lw-update-after-that

hi love gg here

i need to add something: that bit of interview that come out yesterday where ostark called tommy “someone who is a first responder in episode 5” we this confirm their theory that tommy is going to propose like bobby did with athena (so very quickly) and this would also confirm why buck needs to talk with maddie because he isn’t sure if he should accept but them tommy is going to take both of them in the restaurant where they had their first date and buck will accept: it’s all coming together apparently

but we need to go into the deepest place of their community where i lurk: they are pissed they are mad and they are lashing out using anon ask on here and ngl on twitter so they can have a reason to be hateful spiteful and mean without people being able to understand who it is; they are mad at oliver they are mad at tim they are mad at lou too bc he isn’t able to be respected by tim and oliver that should treat him better because they should be lucky in sharing their time with someone that took part in a lot of project so why lou is going around allowing them to disrespect him so much?

they feel betrayed and used and they are mad like super mad i saw someone suggesting writing to abc bc they keep giving us content while they are being neglected

also they are trying so hard on main to be happy about eddie being there eddie haunting the narrative eddie not having a sl if not for buck

lw also said something about the spinoff and let me tell you it was funny because they were still hoping for tim to take rg and eddie and use them in the new spin off to give bt a lot more of screentime but when yesterday we saw the proposal of hawaii as the spinoff destination they had a little meltdown bc eddie being in hawaii??? not happening but tommy well tommy fly helicopter and in hawaii there are a lot of helicopters it’s an island so tim is going to take tommy to this new spinoff

also i think you already know that jlh is going to be part of that remake so they are sure that tommy is going to take her spot like taylor did but jlh has already little screentime and tommy didn’t get her screentime 🤷🏼‍♀️

Hi my love!!

Well, this was an experience. When I tell you I SCREAMED when I read propose. I don't even think bt like each other all that much, what do you mean proposal????? And in the disaster date made of secrets restaurant (not only for bt but also for hen's mom, let's not forget that) of all places?????? Of course it's all coming together.

Of course they are mad at everything and everyone. As if Lou has any power here, please. The dude is a perpetual guest star or the star of very weird movies (and I say this having watched most of his filmography, he is just some guy). Writing to abc to complain there isn't enough bt 💀 I'm literally CRYING.

The spinoff taking Eddie away or being about Tommy is never not going to be funny. Because sure. Dream high I guess lol and honestly, Maddie has barely been around and even if she is super involved in the sequel, I doubt that Tommy will be the thing filling out that space.

[elizabethsproctor]

then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, by the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, “though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,” i said, “art sure no craven,"

chapter iii

Davos Blackwood x Bracken OC Davos is the eldest son of Lord Samwell of House Blackwood and the scourge of all the knights and squires of House Bracken. Though he thinks himself a knight and concerned with duty and honor, he spends most of his free time with his own squires, tormenting all the Brackens that they happen upon. Celeste Feathers is the bastard daughter born of Amos Bracken and a Summer Isle whore. At the chance of a higher dowry for her daughter, the baby was sent to live with her father in the wet and windy Riverlands until a husband was chosen for her. Though the two had a chance encounter as children, they have only heard stories about each other in the meantime until one fateful day near the boundary line in the forest. wc: 5.3k/16.8k chapter: 3/?

tw: i dont proofread lmao

On the following night, Celeste approached the riverbank: Davos standing near a small boat, ready to be simply pushed into the river for the night's adventure. He offered her a set of oars when he saw her, encouraging her to share in their misgivings. She was used to rowing, but she had not thought that his interests were beyond bedding her. She smiled through the rowing, happy to feel the river water hitting her face and her gown.

"I came without my cloak," Celeste said eventually, surprised the boy had not made note of it himself. "To better conceal myself, but if we are far from the shore..." she said with a lack of surety. "I'm sure it matters not now."

“Aye,’ the young man responded. “The mist deepens as the river proceeds, but I appreciate the efforts.”

Celeste's brows furrowed, but she said nothing else. As the boy had said, mist began to rise above them and after a few minutes, it was so thick that they could not see very far beyond their oars. She continued to paddle once she saw that Davos seemed intent on his path.

"Is there somewhere you're taking us?"

Davos continued to paddle, his eyes scanning the mist that had enveloped them. He could barely see beyond the oars, and the air was thick and heavy.

Despite the lack of visibility, he had a destination in mind, a secluded spot he often visited when he wanted to be alone.

"Just a little further," he said, his voice low and steady. "We're almost there."

"A tavern, no doubt," the lady chuckled, continuing to row. She felt the weight of her damp hair on her back, the oars growing heavy in her hand, but she wouldn't complain.

He scanned the girl's face, looking to see if she was joking or suspected that he would, in fact, bring her to a tavern. He was not against the idea, and if she were less discernible, perhaps he would have covered her nicely and brought her a pint. Wishful thinking, he assumed, and continued to row.

"No beer for the hour,' he confirmed. "Besides. A pretty girl like you at the tap? I'd be fighting them off and spilling my drink. You'd oughta catch an elbow in the fray."

"I'd hold my own," Celeste campaigned with a smirk. "And I'd put a coin down for your spilled drink, if it please you."

Davos chuckled at her response, his eyes darting over her face. He could see the mischievous glint in her eye, and it only made his smile widen.

"Is that right?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "A worthy cause, no less... I would pay the pretty penny to see your skirt fly up when they knock you down, my fair lady. It is not what you think it is."

Celeste gave a wry laugh and nodded. "Most things are not," she said. She looked up at the full moon and back down at the boat, a small but fortified thing. She yawned in fatigue. Though she was excited to see Davos, she knew the night would be as long as it felt short, and they would, again, have to row down the current-filled river and trudge back to their domains to start the new day, and all sleep would be lost.

She began to row a bit slower, the moonlight gracing her face brilliantly. "What are your thoughts about our time together yesterday? Are you regretful?"

Davos began to row slower as Celeste offered less help. He had not expected the river to be so choppy, and he knew that it was a difficult passage for even a strong man, let alone a woman not used to the river.

He was slightly taken aback by her question; he was rarely moved to think critically of his actions or his motivations, but he had felt a stirring in his chest.

"I am not regretful, Celeste. I wish you were not who you were. That is the complication of the matter."

As they slowed, Celeste looked listlessly out onto the water, cringing slightly when she heard his response.

"The fighting serves no purpose. I have no true allegiance to the house-," he cut her off.

"Oh, but you do," he said, scathing irritation marking his words. "A better claim than most of the rest of the Bracken dogs. The lord's daughter, no less," Davos rolled his eyes. "I cannot decide whether no allegiance or fealty to the shorn and shaven hound is worse. You are a member of their house. A lady. If I was half the Blackwood I ought to be, I'd push you over the boat and rid Westeros of one more scourge."

"If you so desire," Celeste said, knowing he would not hurt her. He was full of emotions, some violent, some intimate but all passionate. Just a young man, she thought, so dissimilar to the knights of the stories she had read as a girl.

Davos paused and chuckled, shaking his head. "You're a cheeky wench, you know that?"

He reached out quickly, making the girl jump in her spot, a loud noise echoing out from the oars knocking against the boat. Davos took the oars from her, chuckling loudly at the fear he had caused before he winked at her and returned to his place, beginning to push the boat in a single, steady direction.

"There's no use in wasting a perfectly good cunt. Especially not one as tight as yours," he said as he rowed forward, having to come closer to the girl to over compensate as the only rower. Celeste looked down at him distastefully, unsure if she was meant to be offended or flattered.

She looked down at her hand, a throbbing sensation building, and saw blood rising from her finger in the moonlight.

"You broke the skin," Celeste began, glib.

Davos cut his eyes over at the girl, feeling a twinge of guilt. "I'll take care of it," he said as the boat hit a sandy bank. He threw his legs over the side quickly, helping the girl out before dragging it upon shore, the water lapping at his feet. Celeste could see that they had reached a keep on an isolated island, but beyond the walls, she could see the crown of a heart tree in the center. Her house worshiped the new gods, but she knew the island must be sacred to the Blackwoods. She turned quickly to advise against her presence, to ask to go somewhere else, even back to the boat, but Davos was right behind her when she turned. He took her hands into his.

She watched with wide eyes as he took her bleeding finger into his mouth, applying pressure on the scrape to stop the bleeding and sooth the ache. They stood together, the river lapping on the shore, for a moment before he took her finger from his mouth.

Davos moved forward and kissed her cheek, then the skin right before her ear. "I only meant to scare you. I'm sorry for the blood."

Celeste watched him as he took a few steps back, and she nodded, accepting that it was only an accident.

Davos nodded towards the keep, encouraging her to follow him. He pushed the doors open and before the godswood, there were beautifully carved benches and candle holders. He led her towards a place to sit, and there they sat, their shoulders touching slightly as they looked onto the massive tree in the center of the garden, the moon dancing over it.

"It is beautiful here," Celeste remarked.

Davos watched the girl from the corner of his eye, observing the wonder in her gaze as she looked at the ancient heart tree in the garden.

"They say this place is sacred to my family," he explained, his voice low. "This island has been here for centuries, long before the castle, long before my family. My ancestors built the keep here in honor of the tree. The heart tree, they call it."

He shifted his body towards her slightly, his shoulder now fully attached to her own. He could feel the heat radiating from her body, mingling with his own in the cold, damp air. He watched her expression cautiously, afraid that she might say something that would cause him offense.

"It is not my belief, as I'm sure you know," Celeste began, immediately shrinking when she heard Davos scoff.

"The seven devils you hold fealty to, but not your house?" Davos said, rolling his eyes defensively. "Something that actually exists?"

Celeste frowned and turned her head away from the boy, looking back at the heart tree, majestic and flowing slowly in the wind. "You will live longer if your blood only cools," she said with a sad smirk.

Poor boy, she thought. How she only wanted to kiss his cheeks and make him better, but she was a fool if she thought all their problems would be assuaged just because he had taken her virginity and buried his locks in the nape of her neck. The were still rivals, but possibly worse off now. They had both exposed their neck.

"The godswood," she called it confidently. "Is beautiful. It feels like a powerful place to me. I know it is important to you and your people."

Davos breathed in her words before sighing, his shoulders slumping slightly. He felt the anger leave his body as he stared at her face in the glow of the tree and let his head rest lightly on the wall of the keep. He knew she meant no disrespect, but her words had caused a small wave of irritation to bubble in his stomach.

"It is important," he said quietly. "Without the prayers to the old gods, our house would fall into ruin. Or so they say. I do think my sword would remedy the problem."

He reached out, gently taking her hand in his own, their fingers lacing together.

"Do you like to be with me, Celeste, or are you just lonely?"

Davos let the two sit in silence for only a beat. He continued: "I know the trees aren't much for amusement. Are you fine here with me," he said, sitting up and pressing his elbows onto his knees, turning so he could see the girl's face completely, his own shrouded in darkness.

"Yes," the girl choked out, taken aback by the boy's sudden forward nature. She was frozen in his gaze. She searched his eyes quickly before continuing: "I cannot fathom what would bring you to me thrice over. I'm--," she paused. "We have very little to offer each other. You may grant me secession from my solitude, but I have nothing that is of use to you."

Davos reached out and touched her cheek. "Do not lie," he chided softly, his fingers resting on her soft skin. "You are a good distraction," he began, a soft chuckle following. "A pretty face is no less useful than a horse or a blade or a keep."

He breathed out, running his thumb over her lips gently as his eyes darted over her face.

"Tell me how we're the same," he said, his voice low. "Name one thing."

Her ears perked up at the word 'distraction', but she could not ask a question before he continued, his thumb over her lips.

"The same," she mused, unable to pull her eyes away from the boy. Her heartbeat was aflutter. "I'm afraid we may both have dreams that are beyond our means."

His thumb continued to move softly over her lips. He watched the slight smirk that sat on the pink flesh of her mouth and felt the soft skin brush against him with each word she spoke. He breathed out slowly, feeling his heart pound slightly harder in his chest. He felt his face burn with a heat that he was not used to, and he quickly moved his hand away from her.

"What do you mean?" he said in a low voice

He swallowed, unsure of where to rest his hands then.

She felt alone quickly but not afraid. She attempted to avoid offending the boy, but she would debase herself as well, so what could be the problem. Celeste looked up at the moon. "You want to be a great knight, a dutiful lord, but you spend your days with your squires only multiplying your revelry. When your father passes, you will be young, and then who will guide you? Your equally hot-blooded knights? Into war?"

Celeste sighed and looked at him, a frown on her face revealing understanding rather than disappointment. "I oft think of what my life outside of this place would have been like, were I not looked down upon because of my sex, the color of my skin. I hoped, as a child, that my position would be elevated one day, but it seems I will always creep around the castle, in the shadows, like a mouse, until my father dies, and then I'm sure they will rid themselves of me. I am the lord's daughter, but I am no lady... it's as if the shoes you were given were much too big, and the ones bestowed upon me, much too small."

As the girl spoke, Davos felt his heart sink into his stomach. The words she spoke echoed the same thoughts that plagued him in the night. In the hours he would spend with his men, drinking away the fears and doubts that crept into his mind in the darkness.

Her soft, melancholic words cut through him like a knife. They were true, all of them. He cleared his throat, feeling it growing constricted from the emotions building inside.

"It's the same for all of us," he said quietly, his fingers tracing patterns on his palm nervously. "I hope to die in battle before I have to deny a starving mother the bread she needs to feed her child. There is no true glory this far from King's Landing. The squabbles are fair game, but to be lord of the river?" He scoffed, amused by something he had never dared to say out loud. "And now they speak of war," he shook his head.

"You are a morbid little raven. Brilliant and damned and wasted on Bracken soil..." Davos looked at the young woman for a second before straightening his back and leaning on the wall again beside her. They listened to the wind hitting the keep, though it was quiet around them.

"I'd raise you up. No one would make you feel less than worthy if you were my claim," he said, a righteous anger in the back of his throat. "You deserve much more. There would be a sword for all that spoke against you."

Celeste, again, was intrigued by his speaking. War? She had not heard of it herself, she'd only felt a shifting of the seasons. She thought to ask about this, as well, but he'd spoken again before she'd gotten the space to break the silence herself.

Suddenly, in his gruff tone, he said things so sweet that she felt her heart beating quickly in that still night. She looked over at the boy, still so shocked that only nights ago he had granted her few delicacies. It was true, of course, that Celeste had never known a man or even suffered the affection, the childhood pestering of a boy-aged crush. She had played with her brothers and some of the children of the servants, even lanced with a few in secret, but not much else. The attention, no matter how it vacillated, that she drew from Davos was like nectar to the flying insects. So sweet, so enticing, but painful to look upon. A pervasive buzzing in her ear.

To a degree, Celeste felt silly, as a girl, as a common-folk wench that believed a lord might be genuine, but she felt as though Davos had been honest with her. He must have, and even if he wasn't, what other option did she have to feel held? Feel the blood rush to her cheeks? They had already come so far, she thought, why let the fear succeed now?

"A dignified concubine of Lord Blackwood, aye?" Celeste giggled and shook her head. "I always thought of myself as a wife."

Davos felt the laugh that jumped from her throat like a spear through his heart. He watched the young woman giggle softly, the laugh only growing slightly as her cheeks turned a bright red.

"A wife?" he echoed quietly, unable to keep the smile from spreading on his face. "You?"

Davos let out a chuckle, the sound low and hushed to not travel too far in the night. His knee brushed against hers slightly in a gentle push.

"You would have to stop your late night adventures, the running amuck. The woods are no place for child rearing."

Celeste rolled her eyes and turned to the boy playfully. "They are perfect for child-making, you seem to think," she whispered, a sly smirk tugging on her lips.

Davos' eyes widened as she smirked at him, feeling a hot heat spread across his face and travel down his body in an instant. He smiled as well, foolishly, and gathered the girl up in his arms quickly, their faces just an inch apart.

"You are an insolent brat, but," he gave her a quick kiss on the lips and brandished a smile. "My favorite of them all."

Still holding her, her head reclining back on the keep, he thought for a second. "Your children will be courageous. Little warriors. They'll be like their mother."

Celeste smiled leisurely. "Say I stop the running amuck, and I return to my gowns. Next, you'll say I must bite my tongue or refuse to practice the sword with my nephews. Then what will you like of me, Lord Davos? I'll be just like all other maidens."

His face softened slightly as she mentioned giving up her free spirit. He knew that the world she wanted to live in was one where she could fight as well as any boy and laugh as much as any man. He also knew it was a fantasy, not meant to be.

Davos ran his fingers through her hair, pushing the locks behind her ear and studying her young face.

"Be as no other maiden," he said softly, assuring her. "I would like your tongue as much as I like it now. It would please me to see sons taught chivalry by the same woman they ought to honor. It would also please me very well to see you in a gown..." He paused and smiled. "It would please me the most to be the one to strip it from you... I would take nothing from you, Celeste."

Celeste blushed. "You weave a beautiful web, Davos. I did not think it was capable. Perhaps the weirwood trees do influence your people, or," she checked over their shoulders. "It's the late hour."

Celeste sighed, tightening her grip on Davos's arms. "You would have me as a wife? If our family's feud had not so long been waged and contested? You would honor me?"

As she tightened her grip on his arms, he held onto her tighter, his fingers tracing soft patterns over her skin.  He breathed in the words she spoke and allowed himself to imagine what they would look like in another life.

"I fear I am actually in my bed, pushed down by fever, and this is some dream cast upon me from Harrenhal," he sighed. "Perhaps you are a witch. Do you spend your days crafting love potions to entice me?"

"I am no witch," Celeste said plainly.

"I fear no wife will serve me as you would. You've burned your home in my thoughts, sweetling. Has it occurred to you that you will never belong to me?" He said.

Celeste's face broke into a frown as she caressed Davos's hair. "You speak of nothing joyous. I am yours, sweet boy."

Their position, her fingers in his hair, the soft touches along his skin; it was torture to feel the gentle affection. But he was greedy and selfish, and he allowed himself to bask in her attention just a moment longer.

"You will always be mine. In every form," he breathed, his eyes closing slightly as he pressed his face against her palm. He breathed out softly, before looking up at her again with his brow furrowed. "You do not know the damage you've done."

Celeste watched the boy stand up quickly, running his fingers through his hair before he sighed beginning to head towards the entrance to the keep. She followed after him, almost missing her step after his long strides.

"What is the matter?" She called after him, but he was already beginning to push the boat back into the river.

"Say that I love you," he called out to her, the lapping of the river rather loud over his voice. "And I carry your burden, raise you up to stature and father your children. Say you make me a happy man, Celeste. What is that worth if both of our castles are burnt down in the fray, and my men whisper of me being a traitor for the rest of my rule? Do you think your father would let you go easily?"

Davos shook his head, pushing a set of oars into Celeste's arms. "Your people call us cannibals; they act as if we're no more than barbarians. Your father would be sending you to be ripped apart and eaten like a ham... you've gotten into my mind with your words. It's a fever that will not subside. A dream that I cannot follow. Please," he sighed in relief, begging.

"It is not enough for you, and it is not enough for me... why must you be of Bracken soot? You've made it harder than I intended."

Celeste threw her oars into the boat, looking at Davos with cruel eyes. She pushed him in the chest. "You came upon me, and then you came back, you coward. Had you not heard the whispers about me? The Bracken's wayward bastard that likes to play with boy's toys? You knew me, and still came upon me. Likely stalked me in the woods and pounced when you saw that I was vulnerable. You wanted me, Davos, so place this not on me. You're a knight, a man, a lord. Or is everything you've said to me pretense?"

The moment she pushed at his chest, Davos stopped for a second, his breath catching in his throat. He looked up at her, taken aback by her fierce and defensive stance. But, then he chuckled a little. The sound of amusement did not reach his eyes, though, and in fact, they darkened as she spoke.

He was quick to grab her by her arms, his hands holding on tightly enough that if she were any other woman, it would have been uncomfortable -- almost painful. He did not want to hurt her, of course, but he wanted her to listen.

"Say I take you as my wife, you daft child. You trade one inconvenience for another. We only have each other."

"We would have each other," Celeste yelled, frustrated. She had not thought that their marriage-talks were sincere, they were playing a game of make-believe, but suddenly it felt quite real, as if Davos had thought about it even momentarily.

"It would be the end of a thousand year war. So what if they call you 'traitor'. I would call you 'reconciliator'. It is a dream, Davos, but our history has been forged by visions, and dreams and men who were not afraid," she pulled herself from his grip.

"A dream," he breathed in response.

She was right, of course, she always was. He thought of the legends his father and grandfather had told him since he could talk; the myths of Garth Greenhand. He thought of the history of his house that was written down for all to see, and of the stories passed down from father to son in private and secret. How many boys must have dreamed the same dream?

'No matter,' he thought to himself, nodding at the girl to take her place in the boat. He turned his back on her and spoke.

"Your desire to no longer know loneliness is great enough to cause the bloodshed of thousands of men. You are not the woman you think yourself to be, Celeste."

Celeste stepped into the boat, feeling the boy roughly push it into the waves before he got into it as well.

"If you were in my station, you would feel very little loyalty yourself. My father is the only reason I've stayed, but he will die... eventually. He is the only Bracken man that might be swayed. My brothers are vicious creatures. War hungry."

Celeste thought for a few seconds, rowing the boat silently. "There may be another maiden you love one day, and there may be another knight to entice me, but there may never come another time to unite our houses, Davos. I've read the histories, listened in on counsel meetings. I will never be a soldier, but I have the ability to think. All my life they've tried to find a solution to the feud between our houses. I believe there may only be this one peaceful option. I won't be known for much else, but if I can help bring peace to these lands, maybe it wasn't all for naught."

He listened to her words, letting them sink in before eventually sighing out loudly, scrubbing at his face. Davos felt as if he was being pulled in two different directions, both of them too powerful for him not to resist. On one side there was his loyalty and on the other, there she was.

The Blackwood leaned back, staring up at the sky and the endless stars that littered the abyss above, glittering like diamonds.

He reached across the small space between them to pull her hand from the oar and into his lap, lacing his fingers with hers. The boat idled in the middle of the river, spinning softly.

"I knew not your wish to be a saint."

"It may go unfulfilled," Davos said, releasing her hands and returning to the oars.

Celeste stared at the boy in the icy night before shaking her head. "We should not see each other again. It will only become more painful from here."

Davos cut his eyes at the girl. Her words and actions so viscerally reenacting a child's fit. He was shocked that she had not gotten onto the floor of the boat and began to kick and cry.

He could not think of anything other than the thought of never seeing her again, or perhaps the thought of seeing her again. Would she marry a knight? Would she be left alone, an unmarried hen, stalking around the castle, unwanted and untouched?

Would they spend the rest of their lives professing their love for each other in secrecy, or would he slit her throat after years of listening to her droning on about her mistreatment at Bracken hands?

Temporarily, he wished he would have stuck to bedding women from his own land who could not read and could not argue, but had she not made him feel ten times more than he ever had in only days. And would she not spend the rest of their lives shaping him into a man, and would he not find pleasure in making her into a woman? Laughing as she contorted her face at dinner when faced with hosting all the lords and ladies?

He thought about her body-- thought about how he'd hold her through every new orgasm he'd grant her, and he smiled to himself when he remembered that she, herself, didn't completely know her body yet.

Celeste would be a fine wife, the only one he could tolerate, but he knew his father would have his head, if he so much as mentioned the Bracken girl as an option for betrothal, but, all things considered, if the Brackens were to offer a sizable amount of land and stock as the girl's dowry, as well as say, subservience to the Blackwood house during times of war... how could any studied lord say no?

It was a dream, as Celeste had said, but from the severity of her dark eyes, he knew he would have to do something or else he would not see her again.

They neared the place they had originated, the moon still shining brightly, though the night was still.

Davos cleared his throat. "I will talk to my father. If there is any peace to be had, we will root it out, but," he cleared his throat. "This itself may be the cause of more bloodshed. If it is what you want."

"If it is what I want," Celeste mocked snidely, rolling her eyes. "Do as you wish, Davos." As they hit the rocky shore, she stood from the boat quickly, walking to the direction of the Bracken hold.

"If the news is optimistic, you'll hear of it,' Davos called after her, causing Celeste to stop in her tracks. "If your father rejects the terms, you will hear of it,' he said, docking the boat and walking swiftly to catch up to her.

"If my father denies me, however, I will send word to you. In a fortnight,' he sighed and rung his hands. "If it is the latter of those options, I will see you once more. I swear it. By the old gods and the new,' he reached for her hand and squeezed it tightly. "It was not all pretense. You have vexed me. Don't depart in such haste."

"The hour is late, Davos,' Celeste said, the moon illuminating her gaze. Her mood was dampened, as was her hair, and the lateness of the hour had begun to weigh on her. She was tired. She considered that the two would never hold each other through the night or wake up cradling one another. Her heart sank.

"I'm afraid I asked for too much, when perchance it was best to hold on to what we had, but,' she bit her lip. "I am tired of dreams. I want real things."

Davos laughed and petted the girl's head, before scratching gently behind her ear. She scrunched her nose.

"I had not expected you to bite your tongue,' he said with a bittersweet smile before moving forward to kiss her. At first, barely, but then passionately, holding her waist and she clutched him around his neck. They kissed as if it were the first time, knowing that it may be the last.

"Will you remember this? The next time we see each other? Whenever that may be."

Celeste pulled away from the kiss, tears on the brim of her eyes. She blamed the flurry of emotions on the hour.

"If we are betrothed, there will be no need. There will be more to come. But if you are my enemy when next we cross paths, I will smile upon you, Davos... you will amount to so much," she caressed his hair before giving him a small kiss on the nose.

Davos felt his heart break at the sight of her tears, and he reached up to stroke her wet cheek gently with his thumb. He leaned in to rest his forehead against hers, taking in her scent and the feel of her skin against his. He closed his eyes, trying to hold this moment in his memory forever.

"There will be more to come," he repeated softly, holding her close to him.

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author note: just one more chapter to go, hopefully next week xx

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yeah, yeah, all the main yjs have dead (or comatose wife and hs girlfriend continually rejected by death in taissa's case) girlfriends but the only one actually equal to jackie as virgin laura palmer is the other dead main character.

mirror, mirror + apparition haunting surviving partner when they enter the lost one's bedroom

romantic slo-mo head turn toward the camera/yellowjacket who loves them most

partners find their corpses with a friend trying to tear them away/comfort them

both deaths had elements of suicide as travis was trying to get close to death (and was def courting death if he was willing to do it without someone else to press the button) and jackie could have gone back inside at any time. yes, she wanted to live if shauna would just love her again, but she could not survive if shauna and the rest of the team had all rejected her. also lottie and laura lee were involved in both deaths, though in very different roles.

surviving partners grieve at reunion looking at pictures of lost love while someone else really into the partner looks on beside them (jeff's not in the shot but we all know he's right beside shauna)

and can't ignore the natalie connection which brought them together to lose their virginity. both disapproved of bobby farley, though travis had a more personal interest. both were generally uncomfortable with nat's sexual experience due to their own sexual insecurities. this led to jackie unknowingly breaking them up (she could not have foreseen travis's reaction without knowing his history of bullying by bobby) and then taking advantage of their split to have sex before she died. she wasn't really acting out of desire or any attraction to travis so much as a misguided and futile desire to get even with shauna, who had pulled ahead of her in the sexual experience race in the worst way. travis did not really want to be with her either but likely gave in because some part of her bitter speech touched his own feelings about never having sex while the person he loved already had.

and then what happened after the disappointing doomcoming sex that they probably both regretted? both were promptly punished for it, travis especially for having had sex with jackie but not being equally available to the rest of the yellowjackets. when he tried to escape their drugged-up attempted gangbang he instantly turned from sex object to prey. to meat. let us never forget who the intended first sacrifice was.

if the cannibalism of jackie's corpse was a natural extension of girls' bodies never fully belonging to them and being consumed by others, as i have seen posited, then travis had a place at the feast just like all the yellowjackets. he may not have their years of experience being objectified but he did have that night where almost all the girls felt entitled to his body in every way, to have sex with, to slaughter, and presumably, to eat. one could say he was one of the girlies from that night on. problem is, though natalie helped save him from being a ritual sacrifice that night, he could not truly escape for good. like in a final destination movie Death and darkness could only be delayed, continuing to hunt him into adulthood until he was finally claimed. thus his girlification became complete, finalized, and irreversible when he entered dead gf/wife mode in natalie's sl, complete with the standard dead wife pose shown above, which appeared twice in nat's memory. more than laura lee and certainly more than kristin/crystal, travis is the fridged girl haunting the narrative, existing only to die and thereby drive the plot forward for his more important love interest.

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