#sol 11 replies

[girlgenius1111]

I can just imagine baby Sol (maybe 5 or 6) being so tired from how anxious she is and how stressed she is and her mum and dad have left her with Ingrid for the afternoon and Sol just feels so safe that she becomes so sleepy and really quietly whispers that she wishes Ingrid was her mama and Ingrid hears and is kinda confused

Time skip to Sol being maybe 10/11 and she’s been left with Ingrid for the day and she again ends up feeling so safe and at peace that she ends up falling asleep on Ingrid but again she says she wishes Ingrid was her mum

Time skip again to 18yr old Sol and she’s with Mapí and Ingrid and she’s finally not in a state of fight or flight and she just melts into both of them on the sofa and is like “wish u guys were my real parents” as she’s half asleep

Ingrid cries every time

took me a few days to reply to this because i was busy SOBBING OVER IT.

this hurt my feelings in the best way

[imgeekgirlfan]

The Curse of Cassandra [EP : XIII]

Read in Ao3 : here

Pairings :  Qimir x f!reader(SEA Reader)  [The Acolyte]

Content Rating : Mature 18+ Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warning (AT YOUR OWN RISK)

tags/themes : Alternate Universe - Dune & Star wars, Partners in Crime, Strangers to Lovers

Summary : The last bloodline of House Atreides is about to reach its own conclusion. Both Yord and you understand what lies ahead and are ready to do whatever it takes to protect each other, even if it means one of you may have to sacrifice their life.

Status: just finished writing this fic! (It will end in Episode 14)

A/N : Just one chapter left until the end, and I'm feeling sad to see that many have stopped reading my fic. It's been tough to stay motivated to continue, but I want to finish what I've started. I hope those who are still following along are enjoying the story. Thank you for sticking with me

Ps.If you enjoy my work, please reblog it. Just liking the post won’t help others discover it.

➡  Intro // EP : 1 // EP : 2 // EP : 3 // EP : 4 // EP : 5 // EP : 6 // EP : 7 // EP : 8 // EP : 9 // EP : 10 // EP : 11 // EP : 12 // EP : 14 (Completed)

Special OS : Phantom Thread

[Episodes 13] Here I am, here I remain.

"Run away with me."

You aren't particularly surprised to find Yord standing at your doorstep in the early evening; however, his sudden plea still manages to catch you off guard.

Yord is still panting, one hand gripping the doorframe tightly. His face glistens with sweat dripping from his forehead, a sign of how hard he must have pushed himself to rush here. His wide eyes looking at you reflect a whirlwind of emotions—anxiety, concern, and anger.

"You don't have to do this," Yord says, his voice serious as he continues when you remain silent. "Those plans are complete nonsense! How desperate do they have to be to drag you into such madness?"

Ah, so he knows everything, you think to yourself, assuming it was likely Jackie or Sol who told him.

The plan Yord refers to is Sol’s secret scheme, a final attempt after repeated failures to capture the new Sith Lord. It involves using you as both bait and a means to force Qimir into revealing himself.

Qimir is an unparalleled assassin known for his perfection, having never left any evidence or shown any vulnerability that could lead to his capture. The Jedi call him ‘The Stranger,’ a faceless phantom, an identity-less shadow. No one knows who he is, when he will appear, or who his next victim will be.

Until now, only you and Sol know about Qimir's past, but even that hasn’t helped solve the case. All records of his time as a Padawan were erased long ago, and Vernestra, who could have confirmed everything, is dead.

The final solution comes down to you. Your visions and the deep connection you share with Qimir are the only keys Sol believes can stop him.

You remember when Sol came to you personally to discuss the plan. You sensed the weight of his desperation and the pressure he was under to make this choice, despite the warnings you had already given him.

In your vision, Sol wasn’t even a match for Qimir. The chances of him throwing his life away in this plan were dangerously high.

Yet, despite knowing this, Sol remained determined.

"Perhaps this is the only way I can atone for what I did at Brendok," he told you in a calm voice, his eyes reflecting his weariness. "We all have sins to repay and fates we cannot escape. Let me face mine as a Jedi."

His words took root in your heart. You knew that fate wasn't just pursuing Sol—it was after you as well.

Your thoughts return to the present. You turn away, unable to meet Yord’s eyes. "It’s impossible," you finally reply, trying to keep your voice steady, but the words come out in a trembling whisper. "You're a Jedi Knight, Yord. You can't throw everything away for me."

"Fuck the Jedi and the Sith! They don’t even care if you live or die!"

You flinch. You’ve never seen Yord explode with such rage before.

Noticing your reaction, Yord realizes he's let his emotions spiral out of control. He wipes a hand over his face, taking a deep breath to calm the fury still simmering within.

“Please, I’m begging you... just come with me,” his tone softens, shifting from anger to a plea. “There’s still time for us to run. I’ll make sure no one finds you. You’ll be safe with me. I swear.”

Yord grips your hand tightly, and you can feel the tremor in his hold. The Bene Gesserit training tells you immediately what’s behind it—he’s afraid. But afraid of what?

“This has nothing to do with you, Yord,” you say, feeling a pang of sympathy but not knowing how to comfort him. “But I’ve seen clearly… it’s impossible.”

You know that facing Qimir again is inevitable. Even if you fled with Yord now, it would only delay the inevitable. Eventually, Qimir will find you, and this path would lead Yord to a cruel, tragic end—something you would never allow to happen to your only living relative.

“But I’ve seen it too!” Yord blurts, still refusing to accept your decision. “I dreamt of you... of your death, at his hands. I won’t let that happen.” 

His words don’t surprise you. Instead, you offer him a soft smile. The bond inherited from Paul Atreides stirs within your heart, prompting you to instinctively caress his cheek with loving concern.

"You may have just seen it for the first time, but I've seen it a thousand times," you say, weariness lacing your voice.

You’ve seen every choice, every possible outcome, and every death of your own—both in dreams and while awake. It feels as if you’ve lived through countless deaths, and the fear you once held has long faded into numb acceptance.

This is the torment of one doomed to see everything—a suffering no ordinary person could ever understand or endure.

"But death isn't the only path," you continue. "There are still many futures that can be changed, even if just slightly. But even a slight change can make all the difference. That's why I have to follow this plan."

"Then I’m coming with you," Yord insists.

You study the determination in his eyes under the temple’s dim light, realizing just how serious he is. "Yord, I’m not sure if..."

“You can’t stop me,” he interrupts, cutting you off as if he already knows what you’re thinking. “If you won’t go with me, then I’ll go with you.”

You want to argue, but you choose silence instead. You don't want him to come, yet you know that trying to stop him would be futile. Yord will do anything to stay by your side, to make sure you’re safe from every danger—even if it costs him his life.

And deep down, you know you’d do the same for him.

In that moment, both of you feel an unbreakable bond woven from a shared consciousness through the memories of your ancestors. The sibling love between Paul and Alia from the past intermingles with your own memories, merging into a blood bond that binds you both to your very souls.

Every path of fate and coincidence has intertwined to lead to this moment, where the last remnants of the Atreides bloodline stand before each other, waiting to take the final step toward the end of everything, together.

You press your lips tightly, your heart trembling with emotions too complex to name. Finally, you throw yourself into his arms. “I love you,” you whisper before pulling away.

Your unexpected action catches Yord off guard. He looks at you in surprise, noticing the silent fear in your eyes—the fear you refuse to voice and the fear he chooses not to ask about.

"I love you too," Yord replies, entwining his fingers with yours. In that instant, he feels as if the past and future have collapsed into one, compressing and enveloping both of you. His mind suddenly understands, without the need for explanation, that fate has already changed its course.

And though Yord can’t see visions as clearly as you do, he can still feel it…

...feel that this might be the last time he will ever see your face.

Eiram

Most of this planet is covered by vast oceans, with only a few forests deep within the islands. Scattered remnants of past disasters still litter the landscape—derelict houses crumbled by violent storms, massive trees left in unnatural positions, and the decaying remains of the Starlight Beacon, now completely covered in moss.

The ship lands silently on the beach of a deserted island. The ocean stretches behind them, dense forest lies ahead. It is peaceful and beautiful—an ideal spot for a tourist destination. Yet, Yord can’t shake the unease that gripped him the moment they arrived. Something feels wrong, but he can’t put his finger on why.

Yord tells himself it’s just the stress of the mission, but deep down, he knows it’s more. He’s sure you sense it too—the worry on your face confirms it.

“Are you all right?” Yord asks, his voice full of concern as he notices you dabbing a handkerchief to your bleeding nose.

He’s only recently learned that this always happens when you use your visions. You’ve told him it’s the price of defying nature—that each time you dive into heightened awareness, you pay the toll with your body. Yord feels sympathy for you, but there’s nothing he can do. He doesn’t have the power you do, and he has no idea how to ease the pain you endure.

“Not great, but I’ll manage,” you reply, your voice unusually cold as you nod at him. “Let’s keep going. We have a lot to deal with.”

Your gaze is steady as you look toward the wild forest ahead, the place where you told the Jedi The Stranger was hiding.

At that moment, Yord doesn’t catch the underlying meaning in your words or actions.

He doesn’t realize... until after it has already happened.

Why?

This thought races in Yord’s mind during his final moments of consciousness. His body slumps against a tree, completely immobile. Pain radiates in his head and back, and his vision slowly darkens. Yet he can still see you clearly. You stand above him with an expressionless face, holding the stun blaster—the very one he gave you for protection. It’s the same weapon you just used to shoot him from behind.

He furrows his brow, desperately trying to understand what just happened. What mistake led him to this situation?

His recent memories flash back to when the Jedi group, led by Sol and Jackie, ventured into the forest on your guidance. Yord had chosen to stay behind with you, ensuring your safety in case anything went wrong.

But they had unknowingly walked into the trap of a Sith Lord. None of them had suspected they were being watched the entire time—until the attack came suddenly when a tall man in a dark cloak lunged at them with a red lightsaber in hand. Though the man’s face was concealed beneath a strange helmet, Yord had known immediately who he was—The Stranger, the Sith Lord they had been chasing all along.

The battle erupted in a chaotic frenzy. Yord quickly realized how skilled Qimir was. His skills were no less than a master's, perhaps even beyond that. Despite being attacked simultaneously by multiple Jedi, Qimir maintained his defense steadily without flinching, countering with swift and powerful strikes. The brilliant red beam cut through the air with deadly precision. He moved too fast for anyone to keep up, and one by one, the Jedi fell before him, as if killing Jedi was no more than a simple task for him.

Yord could only watch in horror. Fear gripped his heart as he tightened his hold on his own lightsaber. In all his years as a Jedi Knight, he had never faced an opponent this terrifying.

“Yord! Get her out of here! Master and I will handle him!" 

Jackie's shout snapped Yord back to his senses. He quickly grabbed your hand, taking advantage of the chaos to escape immediately. He wasn’t even sure which direction the ship was in—all he knew was that he had to get you as far away from Qimir as possible.

A deep instinct told him that if Qimir reached you, something terrible would happen.

Yord stopped running when you suddenly pulled your hand away from his. At first, he thought you were just exhausted from running, but before he could turn to check on you, an immense force slammed into him. His body was thrown violently and crashed hard against a tree, the impact knocking the wind out of him.

And now, here he is—helpless, barely conscious, and fading fast.

His mind races, but no answers come. His blurry eyes focus on you, filled with confusion. Gathering the last bit of strength he can muster, he manages to ask, “Why?”

You slowly kneel before him. For a brief moment, Yord sees guilt in your eyes, but it quickly fades back into cold indifference.

“Because of love,” you answer him. "That's why I had to do this. Please forgive me."

Your voice sounds distant and faint. Yord wants to ask more, but the darkness spreads too quickly, swallowing him whole and completely overtaking his consciousness.

[changingplumbob]

Foster Household: Chapter 9, Part 11

CW: Mental Health Struggles - Guide to content warnings

Onyx: Where were you before school

Carson: Trying out the skating with Ariadne

Onyx: Have you talked to her yet

Carson: Yeah we text before school and after dinner

Onyx: I meant about if your meet up was a date

Carson: Why do I have to talk about that

Onyx: By all means, don’t talk about it and let her think you’re not interested, or that you want to date Artemisia

Carson knew Onyx was right, but he wasn’t up to risking Ariadne making fun of him just yet. Instead he did his normal work on the mural while sneaking glances at Ariadne from afar.

Mrs T: Great job Carson

Carson: Oh, thanks. I’m still not sure what I want it to be yet though

Mrs T: That’s fine, it’ll tell you as you go. Did I hear the radio right this morning? Your mum is getting a star on the walk of fame?

Carson: Yeah

Mrs T: Well tell her we're all very impressed

Mrs T: Okay everyone, settle down. Phones away

Zhafira: But if it’s computer science why can’t we? Are phones not just small computers?

Mrs T: Everyone put them on silent! We need to focus. The topic we discuss today will be on the exams

Carson pulled his from his pocket to double check and saw he’d got a text at the end of lunch from Ariadne.

Ariadne: I didn’t want to interrupt you, you looked so focused! But good luck for the ceremony

She’d remembered! Although he supposed someone’s parent getting a walk of fame star was memorable. It didn’t mean she liked him. He didn’t have time to reply now but he made a mental note to send a text of thanks after class.

So all the Foster extended family traveled to Del Sol Valley for the afternoon. They watched with excitement as Kayleigh became the second active sim of mine to get the honour. First recipient was Mortimer Goth, let’s hope she has a brighter future than the now dead author.

Back in Sulani everyone and their suitcases pile in. Charlie and her wife Kaori with their dog Clover. Keira and her wife Marta. Reece and his partner Samir. Kayleigh and Carson welcome everyone while Harvey gets a head start on cooking. While Reece is playing guitar outside Samir asks Kayleigh if he can have a word with her and Harvey. Keira really hopes it’s about what she thinks it is.

Samir: Thanks. Reece and I have talked. After he finishes his degree he’d like to get engaged but, well, I’d like your permission to propose to him. And marry him. Please. I would like to marry him.

Kayleigh: Absolutely!

Harvey: Hmm

Kayleigh: Harvey that’s the most words we’ve heard Samir say at once. I think he deserves a response

Harvey: Are you going to give me grandbabies?

Kayleigh: Harvey!

Harvey: Because if you will then obviously yes

Kayleigh: Harvey!

Harvey: I’m kidding. Of course you can. We’d love you to keep him happy

Samir: *sighs in relief* Thank you

Harvey: When you told Kayleigh you could probably get him pregnant because you’re a werewolf was that like a throw away comment or?

Samir: *chuckles* I don’t think I could. Plus, imagine him pregnant

Kayleigh: *laughs* Oh he’d be too dramatic for anyone to handle

Harvey: But you will have kids right

Kayleigh: *sighs* I’m leaving before you embarrass yourself even more

Samir: We do want kids

Harvey: Good, good. Now what are your proposal plans

Samir: Big? Flashy?

Harvey: Oh he'd love that. Make sure it’s well lit and get someone to record

Samir: I will. Deanna probably

Harvey: We best get back out there before he gets suspicious. Oh I hope this means we can expect more talking from you. Not that silence isn’t golden of course but you probably need to rest your vocal chords after such a long discussion. I can say things like that you see because you’re going to be my son in law

Harvey walks out chuckling.

Samir *under his breath in confusion* white people

Carson: Hey Reece. Do you need help with your bags?

Reece: Do I need help? What’s with you?

Carson: Mum said that Samir really is a werewolf. I’m sorry for being mean on the phone about it

Reece: It’s fine, I didn’t expect you to believe me. Hey, hey, remember that time I convinced you raisins were actually dead flies? *laughing* Classic

Carson: *sarcastically* Yes, hilarious to put me off the only breakfast cereal we had

Reece: Don’t worry, seriously, it's all good

Carson: I kind of can’t help worrying. I’ve got OCD actually

Reece: Like real OCD or-

Carson: Real OCD

Reece: Oh man that must be tough

Carson: Excuse me? You’re giving me sympathy?

Reece: I did psychology last term, it’s a requisite for a bio major. OCD sounded intense

Carson: Yeah... it can be

Reece: Are you getting help with it

Carson: Yeah, I’m on some meds and have a counsellor

Reece: That’s cool. I tell Samir he should see a counsellor but he insists I’m enough. Which I love but I’m not trained. How’s the asthma

Carson: I have less symptoms but that’s because I don’t push myself to exercise

Reece: Exercise is really healthy though

Carson: I don’t need it, look at these guns

Reece: Woah, don’t hurt yourself there

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[luvmorales]

late nights

pairing ⊹˚. 42!miles morales x fem!reader 

summary →  miles comes over at night and ur just admiring him while he falls asleep in your bed

warnings ☾₊ ⊹ fluff, kissing, cuddling, mention of miles having a cut 

it was 11:48 pm, and you were currently lying on your stomach in your queen-sized bed. as time passes your eyes start to feel too heavy to keep open, and just as you finally drift away into your deep slumber you hear a loud SQUEAK! coming from your bedroom window. 

you groan while rubbing your eyelids as you push your body up from underneath your duvet covers

“milessss” you drag out his when you realized it was your boyfriend, sitting completely up to look at him. “what are you doing here baby?” it was now 12 am and you were just ready to fall back asleep. 

“i’m sorry mi sol, did i wake you up?” he asks trying to study your features with just the light of your tiny lamp on your nightstand. he starts taking off his jacket and lays it on the chair at your desk.

“no no, well i was about to fall asleep but it’s okay cause you’re here” you smile looking at him as he walks over to your bed and lays against your headboard while groaning, holding his ribs.

you quickly shuffle closer to miles lifting up his shirt to reveal a fresh cut mark. “babe, omg- are you okay… what happened?” getting off your bed to get the first aid kit from your closet.

miles can’t help but glance at your really really short shorts, and tank top that you wore to sleep. “you know- the usual” he replies, trying to play it off while holding his stomach.

“miles, stop laughing this isn’t funny,” you get on top of his lap putting on ointment and wrapping up the wounded area. staying concentrated on helping miles you couldn’t help but feel his strong gaze on your face.

“what?” you let out a breathy laugh as you look up at his face. “nothing mami, you just look really good on top of me” 

you shake your head letting out a soft laugh making sure to not wake your mom in the room next door. “okay that’s enough for you” you say hopping off his lap and walking away to put back the kit. 

as you walked back to your bed, miles decided to get comfy and was already under the covers. you climbed onto your bed and snuggled next to him moving his head to rest on your chest, he moves his legs so that they intertwined with yours, moving his arms under your top, drawing little patterns as you both finally fall asleep.

[mishlady]

Kinktober Day 11

I'm still working from @dreamlandcreations's list. Day 11: sensory deprivation • public sex • choking

Ship: Reaper76

I was inspired by another AO3 fic where Jack is on the receiving end of the sensory deprivation. I thought that it would be nice for Gabe to be on the receiving end this time.

~~~~~

Love is Deaf and Blind

“I’m not sure about this, Jackie,” Gabe said, rubbing the back of his neck. “You know me and my whirling thoughts.” Jack hummed and pressed a kiss to his stubbled cheek. 

“Do you trust me?” Jack said. When Gabe nodded, Jack took his hand and led him into their quarters at the watchpoint. Gabe stood there, watching as Jack took out a set of noise canceling headphones, a sturdy blindfold, and set up the bed to be the most comfortable for him. Gabe smiled at Jack’s preparations; always taking care of his husband. He snapped out of his introspection when Jack appeared in front of him. They smiled at each other and took off their clothes, Gabe allowing himself to be corralled into a comfortable position on the bed. He hummed, settling into the pillows that Jack had set up and tried not to fidget. Jack looked at Gabe sideways, a knowing smile on his face, and did the equivalent to a perimeter check. It ended with the audible (to their SEP enhanced hearing) locking of all the locks on their door. 

“I knew you wouldn’t be able to fully relax unless I did that, babe,” Jack said, walking back over. Gabe’s face fell, and he dragged a hand over his face in partial frustration.

“I don’t like that my brain can’t turn off too often,” he replied, his voice muffled by his hand. “Why do you put up with me and my…everything?” Jack settled in next to Gabe, a brilliant smile on his face.

“Because I love you,” he said. “Simple as that.”

“Is it really that simple?” Gabe asked, and Jack swatted at his shoulder.

“Of course it is. The rest of the world may be complicated, but our love is that simple,” Jack said. Gabe just stared at Jack, who stared back at him. After several seconds of that, they both broke down into laughter. 

“You have me there, mi sol,” Gabe said before kissing Jack. They both sank into the kiss, feeling themselves relax further. Gabe squeezed Jack’s bicep, indicating he was ready. Jack reached for the blindfold first as Gabe settled back into the pillows on his back. The world went dark as Jack slipped the blindfold on, Gabe’s ears picking up the slack. He heard Jack shuffling around a bit, caressing his sides and hips. Gabe hummed, and Jack hummed back at him. 

“Ready for the headphones?” Jack asked. Gabe took a deep breath and nodded. Jack slipped on the headphones, and the world fully disappeared. Gabe felt the bed move, but he had no warning at all when Jack touched him. He startled, feeling like a newborn horse or deer, when Jack’s hands landed his hips. Jack’s hands felt more, felt so good squeezing his hips. Gabe felt himself panting as Jack’s hands caressed him, dancing around his groin and not touching his cock. They drifted upwards, moving in small circles, and it was the hottest thing that Gabe had felt in what felt like ages. 

His hands flexed, gripping the sheets, as Jack’s hands sank into his pecs and squeezed. When Jack’s hands moved, Gabe expected him to continue; what he wasn’t expecting was Jack’s mouth to latch onto a nipple and suck. Gabe’s head fell back as he felt himself cry out at the sensation. Jack’s mouth and fingers danced between each nipple, giving each the same attention. Gabe’s head thrashed back and forth, hips bucking to try to get more friction on his cock. He felt like he was so close to orgasm already, and it hadn’t been that long. 

Right? It hadn’t been too long, right? Gabe forced down that thought, sinking back down into just enjoying and receiving what Jack had to offer. He was being given a gift, and it would be rude not to - Jack’s hand curled around his cock, and all thought left Gabe’s head. Just pleasure-Jack-pleasure as those wonderful callous fingers stroked his cock and cupped his balls, fingertips dancing along the large vein in his cock. The feel of his throat and chest vibrating with moans and shouts of pleasure was a background sensation. 

Wet heat enveloped his cock, and Gabe felt himself arching upwards, the distant feeling from the vibrations in his chest and throat that he was practically screaming. He fell back against the bed, writhing and moaning as Jack sucked his cock. Gabe could feel himself babbling as Jack continued, seemingly encouraged by whatever Gabe was saying. He felt Jack pull off of his cock and encircle the bottom of his cock with his fingers. His wondering was answered as lubed up fingers danced across his taint and found his ass. 

Could one pass out from pleasure? That was the thought running through Gabe’s mind as Jack’s fingers slowly entered him and opened him up. Gabe was shivering and writhing, not knowing that the broken moans and reactions thus far had already made Jack cum once (Jack had gripped the base of his own cock and had cum dry) and had him on his way to the second. Gabe felt Jack’s fingers leave him and Jack’s cock replaced them. He felt Jack’s body drape over him as Jack entered him, and he felt Jack’s shudders as he did. Gabe felt a stab of pure joy at that; his Jack was also finding pleasure. That was something he always wanted for his sunshine, his love, his Jackie. 

Their arms wrapped around each other as Jack started thrusting, quickly falling out of a regular rhythm and focusing on bringing them both to climax. Gabe felt Jack’s teeth sink gently into his neck, and that is what threw him over the edge. The combination of feeling Gabe cum untouched and the squeezing of his cock drew Jack over the edge as well. As they lay there, Gabe felt Jack take off the headphones first; it allowed Gabe to finally hear both of them panting with the aftershocks. A few minutes later (so as to not overwhelm Gabe right away), Jack took off his blindfold.

Gabe blinked, Jack and his disheveled halo of blonde hair came into view. Jack looked as punched and strung out as Gabe felt. Gabe drew him close and gave him all the kisses, Jack falling into giggles at the way Gabe was pressing kitten kisses all over his face. 

“Is this something we want a repeat performance of?” Jack asked. Gabe snorted in a “duh” tone. 

“As though I would say no to doing this again. In fact, I may request that you allow me to do this to you,” Gabe replied. Jack blushed and nodded.

“Then it’s a date,” Gabe said.

[leighrobertsreads]

El sol es nuestro reloj

@flashfictionfridayofficial 264: Counting Clocks

“The sun is our clock”

Fandom: Encanto (2021) Characters: Juancho (the Coffee Kid), Bruno Madrigal, Mirabel Madrigal Relationship: Bruno/Mirabel (engaged) Word count: 640 Also available on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/57882766

Author’s note: school running through eighth grade for all children in the Encanto is my personal headcanon. It would have been amazingly egalitarian for early 20th century Colombia, where the vast majority of the population didn’t get to go to school past fifth grade, and certainly not with the children of the leading family in town: https://justinhauver.com/a-brief-history-of-education-in-colombia/

Aside from treasured pocket watches, many of which had ceased to move decades ago, there were very few clocks in the Valle del Encanto. The large one on the plaza bell tower was decorative, though the foreigner who came to the village last year and was designing an organ for the church claimed he might be able to build a clockwork for it. Unlike the spinning mill that was started as soon as they were lucky enough for a textile mill engineer to seek refuge in their valley, a lack of clocks was not a priority to remedy.

Instead, they could just look at where the sun was in the sky, or the sundials around town if they were newcomers who hadn't learned how to read the sky yet.

As every little Encanteño learned in school (which every little Encanteño was welcome to attend through age fourteen, to the initial wonder of many of their parents), the Equator ran through the southern part of Colombia. In their valley in the northwest part of the country, six degrees north of the Equator, on both the shortest days from día de las velitas through la epifanía (11 hours, 45 minutes) and the longest around fiesta de San Juan (12 hours, 30 minutes), the sun would rise at 6 in the morning and set at 6 in the evening, and it was prudent to take a siesta from 1 to 3 in the afternoon.

A few minutes one way or the other were not worth quibbling over in a place without the trains the Forty-Sixers and some of the Fifteeners had talked about.

Juancho found it grossly unfair that he was expected to sit still and pay attention on school days for ten more minutes in June than in December without coffee. Like all the other children in town, Señorita Mirabel had been one of his favorite grown-ups... until she taught Señor Madrigal to check his bag for a bottle before class.

When he complained to Señor Madrigal about this injustice one day after class, his Latin and religion teacher shrugged and replied, "she doesn't let me have more than the one at breakfast, either, no matter what time of year."

"Jorge says you're under the thumb." It was apparently true.

Señor Madrigal's face reddened, and he stuffed everyone's papers into a heavily-decorated bag. "Gotta go, running late for a very important appointment!"

Juancho looked out the window. Señorita Mirabel was approaching with the same look on her face that she had when she took the class for their turns to work in the wool carding shed, something that she enjoyed a lot more than most of them did.

He would have felt sorry for Señor Madrigal, but Jorge also said that he liked being under the thumb. Some of the other older boys snickered, but then Rodrigo said something about preferring to be under some other part of Señorita Mirabel, and got Jorge's fist in his face.

Fun at Señor Madrigal's expense was one thing, but it was never the right time to insult Señorita Mirabel.

"It's time to go to Señor Ruiz's!" she announced as she entered the schoolroom, then ruffled Juancho's hair.

"Ooooh, you're getting reading glasses like my Abuela did last year!"

Señor Madrigal put his face in his hands.

"Time marches on for us all,” Señorita Mirabel said, putting a hand on his shoulder after glancing out the door for some reason.

"But it beats the alternative,” Señor Madrigal replied, laying a hand over hers and smiling the way Juancho's papá did at his mamá when it was definitely time for Juancho to find somewhere else to be.

Feeling daring as he dashed out to get that coffee he'd been craving, he asked a question sure to score him points with Jorge and the gang:

“When’s the wedding?”

[solradguy]

found an old fanpoll from the old ggx.com archives a while back. i can’t find it i thought i saved it 😭

Oh hey I was gonna reply to this with "I know what you mean but idk where it is either" and it turns out I posted it on here AND Tumblr's search function worked for once:

From the official GGX website, January 2001. From a total of 2210 votes.

Sol, 2. Ky, 3. Dizzy, 4. Axl, 5. Anji, 6. Bridget, 7. Venom, 8. May, 9. Testament, 10. Justice, 11. Zappa, 12. Millia, 13. Chipp, 14. Order Sol, 15. ABA, 16. Jam, 17. Potemkin, 18. Robo-Ky, 19. Baiken & Faust (tie), 21. I-No, 22. Johnny, 23. Eddie, 24. Slayer, 25. Kliff.

[nesiacha]

A hilarious article about the bashing of the Momoro couple

I came across a "historical" article that's too funny and takes itself way too seriously 😂. It's called Citizen Marie Françoise Joséphine FOURNIER (Sophie Momoro), agent of the Public Safety Committee ( true tittle La Citoyenne MOMORO, Marie Françoise Joséphine FOURNIER (1766-1808), Agent du Comité de Salut Public ?). Just the title already reeks of bad faith (though not as much as Historia's title Robespierre the Legalistic Psychopath XD).

Besides claiming that Antoine-François Momoro, from the beginning of the Revolution (1789), "ugly and brutal, made a name for himself by welcoming into his printing house all the manufacturers of libels and defamatory pamphlets" — the fact that he was ugly, I honestly don't care about. However, in 1789, he was actually quite cautious, to the point that he had an argument with Camille Desmoulins, who complained about Momoro in a letter to his father. So no, he only became more active after the king’s flight, and from there, he evolved from a cautious man into someone willing to die for his convictions by 1794.

Let’s move on to the next excerpt: "Quickly, he used his position to get some people removed from lists in exchange for a comfortable sum of assignats. He charged a high price for his signature and soon amassed a fortune of 80,000 pounds, despite previously being in debt." Then there's a bit about his wife, Marie-Françoise FOURNIER, supposedly an ex-marquise, said to be "quite ugly with a fishwife’s voice and horrible teeth" (Memoirs on the Prisons - 1823). She supposedly directed emigrants to her husband to make them pay, and the couple allegedly displayed scandalous luxury during a revolutionary time that advocated equality for all.

This is the best part of the year! At one point, I thought they were talking about the Tallien couple in Bordeaux, but no, it's the Momoro couple being discussed.

Now, here’s the inventory report from the commissioners who seized their property at Momoro’s mother’s house, which supposedly proves their luxurious lifestyle: “Today, 11 Germinal, Year II of the Republic, at eleven in the morning, we, Jean François Denisot, member of the General Council of the Besançon district, appointed by order of the same district to affix seals at the home of the mother of the named Momoro, who has just been executed in Paris, and with François-Joseph Bernard as our secretary, went to the home of citizen Forno, a war commissioner, where the said Momoro was a cook. We asked citizen Forno to show us the room of the said Momoro, to which she replied that she had died the previous night but was ready to show us the room she occupied." The total assets were: "an old armchair and a small mirror, 26 livres, 17 sols, 460 assignats, a crucifix, a gold ring... a small fir box, and a small bag filled with various papers." Seems trustworthy to me, but feel free to decide for yourself. In fact, the couple's only real wealth was their workshop and printing presses. I say “theirs” because in her husband's absence, Sophie managed the business, it seem that she acting as interim boss 😉 And honestly the revolutionary men would not have been as effective in my opinion without their wives,sisters,etc... Although they would have remained active (I think Condorcet would have been less effective without Sophie de Grouchy, the same for Roland without his wife Manon, Camille Desmoulins without Lucile Desmoulins would have been less effective in my opinion, the same for Momoro without Sophie or Jean Paul Marat without Simone Evrard and Albertine Marat, etc....)

Also, the claim about taking money to remove people from lists is a big red flag, considering their well-known political activities. Sophie wasn’t even an ex-marquise, though she came from a wealthy family of printers. The article contradicts itself by saying they got married during the Revolution when it’s well-known they married before it. As for Sophie’s so-called ugliness, it was described by people who were hostile to Momoro, making it highly questionable (like the unreliable informer Laboureau, who mocked her appearance after accusing her husband). Not to mention, she didn’t have lovers, contrary to what the article claims. It was only after she remarried Jacques Marie Botot and following his disgrace in the army after Bonaparte's coup that he became bitter against her and she ended up having a lover, who didn’t marry her, though he did recognize their daughter.

Some claim that Momoro forced his wife to play the role of the Goddess of Reason. However, knowing her character, she would not have hesitated to divorce him, as she did with her second husband (in Napoleonic times, when divorce was even more difficult). Signs suggest she shared her husband's ideas (she even mimicked his writing style when she wrote a petition to the Assembly for help). She also shared his views on the Vendée according to a letter of Momoro and accompanied him on his mission there, making it more likely she agreed with or wanted to participate in the de-Christianization campaign. Additionally, the letters Momoro sent to his wife, while brief and not fiery love letters, showed care for her (I think he loved her but was one of those people who had trouble showing affection in public—more of a shy love).

The article's claim that Momoro manipulated the trial to his advantage is also false. He remained dignified but, when he wanted to write a defense, Ronsin reportedly told him not to bother since it was a political trial and they were all doomed anyway. In fact, it was Ronsin and Vincent who defended themselves vigorously, but ineffectively.

Finally, the article tries to argue that Sophie Momoro was a royalist and that’s why she was released after two months. Here’s the excerpt: “Later, at his trial, Fouquier-Tinville answered the President of the Tribunal, who asked why he acquitted citizen Momoro in May 1794: ‘Citizen Momoro, thanks to her connections at the Temple, informed royalists about the son of Capet,’ Fouquier-Tinville replied." Once again, there’s no proof for this claim. Moreover, the arrests and subsequent releases or, sadly, executions of revolutionaries' wives often seemed random ( except Charlotte Robespierre or her time of liberation which came quickly I am not surprised, do not take this for bashing of Charlotte Robespierre, I have already expressed myself on this subject), as shown in this post by @anotherhumaninthisworld on Tumblr https://www.tumblr.com/anotherhumaninthisworld/761989542352945152/do-you-happen-to-know-how-often-it-occurred-for?source=share

In any case, if the Momoro couple were truly royalist agents with hidden treasures, I propose we give them a posthumous Oscar for Best Actors. I’ll contact Hollywood immediately.

It’s a shame though—if the article really wanted to bash Momoro, they could’ve mentioned his terrible proposal by letter to burn forests in the Vendée (knowing how serious it was), his dubious allies in Paris like Carrier, or how he proposed harsher measures on suspected counter-revolutionaries toward the end. See, I’m a good sport 😛, and I’m even offering suggestions on how to criticize ( or even bashing ) one of my favorite revolutionaries. After all, I do the same with other revolutionary figures, so it’s only fair that others get to do it with my favorite characters—but at least use credible sources, or else we risk spouting nonsense! XD

P.S: The article was written by Didier Duval as part of « the Cercle d’études historiques sur la question de Louis XVII » . There are other false things like the fact that Jacques Marie Botot had a career under Bonaparte when he was disgraced or other nonsense but I won't say more

[thottie777]

college matt.

part 2.

you woke up the next morning to meg poking you until you opened your eyes, “y/n wake up for fucksake” she groaned, crossing her arms like a child when she saw you eventually squint up at her, confused on what the fuck was going on. “what do you want” you replied grumpily, rubbing your eyes and yawning, hair a frazzled mess from your heavy sleeping. “can you stop using my drunk elephant drops, they’re expensive and they’re mine” she demanded, looking down at you as though you were scum of the earth. “your drunk fucking what?” you responded, convinced she was speaking another language, “i haven’t touched your shit meg”, rolling over and burying your head in your cushions, hiding from the bright sunlight that was bursting through your windows.

meg stormed into the bathroom in a huff and came back, holding a pink plastic fragrance that was half empty, you knew what it was since meg sprayed it all over herself multiple times a day, stinking the room out. “can you also stop using my fucking sol de janeiro spray, get your own!”, you rolled your eyes and put your headphones in, attempting to block out the nonsense that was spilling out her mouth. it was times like these where you felt baffled on how matt tolerated her let alone loved her, you’d seen the way meg talked to him at times and felt appalled by the lack of self awareness she had, you couldn’t wait until second year so that you could move in with your best friend instead, but for your first year you knew that financially living with meg was your best bet, unfortunately.

-

(later that evening)

it was 11 at night and you were in your small pjs with leftover pepperoni pizza in a box on your bed and your hair in a messy ponytail, your laptop sat at the end of your quilt with the american office playing whilst you sat crossed leg, painting your nails.

you heard a quick knock at the door, confused since the only person who ever hung out in your dorm was matt yet meg was currently on a night out with her girlfriends. you crept out of bed, blowing on your black nails so they wouldn’t smudge and opened the door. there he was, stood with a cheesy grin on his face and a bag of reese’s in his hand, you gave him a soft smile. “meg isn’t home tonight matt, sorry if she miscommunicated with you”, he nodded, handing you over the reese’s “yeah i know, she wants me to pick her up later and said i’d be closer to the place if i hung out at your guys’ flat beforehand, that okay with you?” he asked “i bought sweeties, your favourite”, he beamed his teeth at you, it was impossible to say no to a face like his, you opened the door wider and raised your arm to gesture him to come inside.

hours went by, hours of giggling and long conversations. you found yourselves sat on the floor, backs leaning against your bed, your laptop shared between the two of your laps as you watched the lego batman movie on netflix. your knees were leaning against each other for comfort, it was too much effort to go out of both of your ways to completely avoid any physical contact since you were sat side by side, and it’s not like anyone could see you to judge anyways.

he looked down, removing his concentration from the film, “cool tattoo” he said, breaking the brief silence and staring down at your bare thigh. “thanks, spiders are actually my biggest fear so i thought i’d get them tatted on me so i could get over it” you murmured softly, letting out a soft laugh and looking down, a little embarrassed by your lame explanation. he lifted his hand that was closest to your side and gently placed his fingers on the spiderweb, trailing them delicately across the supple skin of your thigh, running lines around each corner of the web. your breathing became heavy as he completely caught you off guard by his touch, you tried to ignore the warmth between your legs as his skin held contact with yours. you felt your lips part from the light sensation, eyes fluttering shut as his fingers crept closer up you thigh to the top of the web. the goosebumps on your body were evident and hard to hide, you felt increasingly more flustered the longer his hands lingered on your body, “i like it” he replied, after what felt like years of sensory torture. you were disappointed when his hand left your thigh, moving it back down to his side and against the floor.

matt’s eyes made contact with the small tattoo that hid on your neck behind your ear, it was revealed due to the ponytail your hair was kept in- the tattoo was a match that was set alight, it had little to no meaning, you just thought it looked cool. your breath hitched completely when you saw matt lower himself to get a closer look at it, his hand travelling back to your thigh, doing loops around the web. as he leant in to observe it better his lips very lightly brushed the side of your upper neck, you were almost certain it was accidental but still felt a flutter in your stomach, feeling somewhat guilty of how aroused you were getting by such a tame interaction.

he slowly backed away from your neck, “that one is sick”, he whispered with a raspy voice, lips delicately grazing the edge of your ear as he returned his body to how he was sitting beforehand. “thanks” you mumbled, finding it hard to find words as you were attempting to lock in everything that just happened to your memory so you could save it for later when trying to sleep. you looked down at his arm and trailed your eyes over the numerous amount of tats that dotted across his skin, “these ones are my favourites” you pointed, placing your fingers on the leaves that fell down his forearm, “i love fall” you said quietly, looking back up at him and keeping heavy eye contact, he smirked at you and just as he opened his mouth to speak his phone began to ring, meg needed picking up.

[zyrafowe-sny]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

Thank you for the tag @fairytales-and-folklore! No pressure tags: @violet-prism-creatively @candyskiez @branmuffins22 @gakriele-lvs-blog @angelcloves @midnights-dragon @abstract-moth @thegrimshapeofyoursmile @sercezgazety @drev-the-procrastinator @watery-melon-baller @sir-ballister-boldheart @kestrel-wylde @madlad06 @unniebeans @mr-jaybird @halcyonhue and anyone else who sees this

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

29, but 12 of them are drabbles/drabble sequences based on Whumptober/Angstober prompts

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

41,643

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Mainly The Owl House and Nimona, but I've also posted I Was a Teenage Exo-Colonist and have WIPs/plot bunnies for other fandoms

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Dear Bat Queen is still beating out Blood Brother, but I wouldn't be surprised if their positions flip. like a bolt out of the blue is a far third, then World's Best Turkey Carver, then arm-upgrading is a love language.

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I try hard to respond to every comment since I enjoy the community aspect of fanfic. However, there are a few comments that I haven't replied to yet, mostly because I wanted to give a thoughtful response but wasn't in the right headspace for it.

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

My Whumptober/Angstober drabbles are pretty angst heavy, as are many of my other drabbles/ficlets.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

arm-upgrading is a love language is almost entirely domestic fluff. World's Best Turkey Carver has more twists before a happy resolution.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not yet!

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Not currently. I haven't entirely ruled it out, but I've mostly written genfic.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

Nope. I've gotten inspiration from other media, but nothing that counts as a crossover.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Nope.

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

Hrm. Elizabeth Bennett and Fitzwilliam Darcy are old friends, though Anne Elliott and Frederick Wentworth give them a run for their money. Alanna the Lioness and George Cooper were also a formative couple in my early teens.

(My TOH fics are mostly-gen even if they nod at ships, my IWATEC fic does strongly imply Sol/Dys, and I am writing Goldenheart in some Nimona WIPs.)

15. What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

I still have hope for my favorite WIPs!

I need to pick up my TOH grief Christmas fic again if it's ever going to be written.

My Palistrom & Promises series has been on an extremely long hiatus because I am (still) having trouble deciding how much of FTF and WAD I want to keep and how much I will ignore (this may also involve rejiggering the WIP that's furthest along).

I am not sure I can fully execute my phantom limb pain WIP to match my vision, but I think I can salvage at least a shorter fic from it and I am regularly plugging away at it with the help of WIP Wednesday asks.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I can occasionally write punchy 100 word drabbles. I like to think I also do a decent job at character studies. Dialogue is fun to write, but I am less sure that I am good at it.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

description, action, real plot, anything longform

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I've done a tiny bit of it.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Umm... probably Star Wars? It was mostly snippets of dialogue handwritten in journals.

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

Oooph. I'm going to show Intervention some extra love - I didn't realize how much of my soul I poured into that one until after I started reading comments.

[applesauce365]

한국 드라마 시청 기록

1. 닥터 이방인 (Doctor Stranger)

2. 피노키오 (Pinocchio)

3. 의사 요한 (Dr. John)

4. 닥터스 (Doctors)

5. 키미 힐미 (Kill Me, Heal Me)

6. 하이드 지킬, 나 (Hyde Jekyll, Me)

7. 변혁의사랑 (Revolutionary Love)

8. 내 아이디는 강남미인 (My ID is Gangnam Beauty)

9. 훈남정음 (The Undateables)

10. 국민 여러분 (My Fellow Citizens!)

11. 이번 생은 처음이라 (Because This is My First Life)

12. 청춘시대 (Age of Youth)

13. 제3병원 (The 3rd Hospital)

14. 서른이지만 열일곱입니다 (Still 17)

15. 응급남녀 (Emergency Couple)

16. 시크릿가든 (Secret Garden)

17. 사랑의 불시착 (Crash Landing on You)

18. 김비서가 왜 그럴까 (What's Wrong with Secretary Kim)

19. 괜찮아, 사랑이야 (It's Okay, That's Love)

20. 꽃할배 수사대 (Flower Grandpa Investigation Unit)

21. 너의 목소리가 들려 (I Can Hear Your Voice)

22. 하백의 신부 (Bride of Habaek)

23. 청춘시대 2 (Age of Youth Season 2)

24. 여우각시별 (Where Stars Land)

25. 이판사판 (Judge vs Judge)

26. 신의 선물: 14일 (God's Gift : 14 Days)

27. 미녀 공심이 (Beautiful Gong Shim)

28. 그녀는 예뻤다 (She Was Pretty)

29. 닥터 프리즈너 (Doctor Prisoner)

30. 실업급여 로맨스 (Unemployed Romance)

31. 보스를 지켜라 (Protect The Boss)

32. 죽어도 좋아 (Happy If You Died)

33. 이혼변호사는 연애중 (Divorce Lawyer in Love)

34. 너희들은 포위됐다 (You're All Surrounded)

35. 친애하는 판사님께 (Dear Judge)

36. 귓속말 (Whisper)

37. 초면에 사랑합니다 (Secret Life of My Secretary)

38. 피고인 (Defendant)

39. 힐러 (Healer)

40. 열혈사제 (Fiery Priest)

41. 반의반 (A Piece of Your Mind)

42. 터널 (Tunnel)

43. 태양의 후예 (Master's Sun)

44. 상속자들 (The Heirs)

45. 화유기 (The Korean Odyssey)

46. 으라차차 와이키키 (Welcome to Waikiki)

47. 유령 (Phantom)

48. 아버지가 이상해 (My Father is Strange)

49. 그녀에 사생활 (Her Private Life)

50. 낭만닥터 김사부 (Dr. Romantic)

51. 돌아와요 아저씨 (Come Back Mister)

52. 1%의 어떤 것 (Something About 1%)

53. 슬기로운 의��생활 (Hospital Playlist)

54. 응답하라 1997 (Reply 1997)

55. 어쩌다 발견한 하루 (Extraordinary You)

56. 이태원 클라쓰 (Itaewon Class)

57. 쌈 마이 웨이 (Fight My Way)

58. 시그널 (Signal)

59. 검법남녀 (Partners for Justice)

60. 동백 꽃 필 무렵 (When The Camellia Blooms)

61. 우리 집에 사는 남자 (Sweet Stranger and Me)

62. 혼술남녀 (Drinking Solo)

63. 고백부부 (Go Back Couple)

64. 내 뒤에 테리우스 (My Secret Terius)

65. 베가본드 (Vagabond)

66. 오 마이 베이비 (Oh My Baby)

67. 구름이 그린 달빛 (Love in The Moonlight)

68. 편의점 샛별이 (Backstreet Rookie)

69. 사이코지만 괜찮아 (It's Okay to Not Be Okay)

70. 로봇이 아니야 (I'm not a Robot)

71. 응답하라 1988 (Reply 1988)

72. 마음의소리 (The Sound of Your Heart)

73. 마음의소리 리부트 (The Sound of Your Heart Reboot)

74. 일단 뜨겁게 청소하라 (Clean with Passion For Now)

75. 모던파마 (Modern Farmer)

76. 수상한 파트너 (Suspicious Partner)

77. 아무도 모른다 (Nobody Knows)

78. 화랑 (Hwarang)

79. 도도솔솔라라솔 (Do Do Sol Sol La La Sol)

80. 힘쎈 여자 도봉순 (Strong Woman Do Bong Soon)

81. 바람피면 죽는다 (Cheat On Me If You Can)

82. W

83. 비밀의 숲 (Stranger)

84. 산후조리원 (Birthcare Centre)

85. 디어 마이 프렌즈

86. 여신강림

87. 지붕 뚫고 하이킥

88. 스위트 홈

89. 나빌레라

90. 보이스

91. 악의 꽃

92. 달의 연인 - 보보경심 려

93. 크리미널마인드

94. 구가의 서

95. 김과장

96. 하이바이 마마!

97. 슬기로운 감빵생활

98. 쓸쓸하고 찬란하신 도깨비

99. 커피프린스 1호점

100. 당신이 잠든 사이에

101. 나의 아저씨

102. 영혼수선공

103. 오징어 게임

104. 더 케이투

105. 호텔 델루나

106. 철인왕후

107. 18 어게인

108. 푸른바다의 전설

109. 최고의 한방

110. 시카고 타자기

111. 운명처럼 널 사랑해

112. 미스터 션샤인

113. 붉은 달 푸른 해

114. 각시탈

115. 타인은 지옥이다

116. 주군의 태양

117. 마우스

118. 본대로 말하라

119. 구해줘

120. 괴물

121. 무브투헤븐

122. 하늘에서 내리는 일억 개의 별

123. 미생

124. 쇼핑왕 루이

125. 빈센조

126. 역도요정 김복주

127. 종이의 집: 공동경제구역

128. 나의 해방일지

129. 치즈인더트랩

130. 멜로가 체질

131. 디피

132. 악의 마음을 읽는 자들

133. Doom at your Service

134. 오월의 청춘

135. 라이브

136. 지금부터 쇼타임

137. 살인자의 쇼핑목록

138. 눈이 부시게

139. 이상한 변호사 우영우

140. 소년심판

141. 수리남

142. 보이스 2

143. 보이스 3

144. 사내맞선

145. 빅마우스

146. 신의퀴즈

147. 파칭코

148. 아는 와이프

149. 펜트하우스

150. 블랙독

151. 우월한 하루

152. 지금 우리 학교는

153. 가우스전자

154. 월수금화목토

155. 천원짜리 변호사

156. 백일의 낭군님

157. 내일 지구가 망해버렸으면 좋겠어

158. 더 글로리

159. 진검승부

160. 얼어죽을 연애따위

161. 술꾼도시여자들

162. 커넥트

163. 일타 스캔들

164. 나쁜 엄마

165. 패밀리

166. 스물다섯 스물하나

167. 옷소매 붉은 끝동

168. 마스크걸

169. 라켓소년단

170. 마당이 있는 집

171. 이 구역의 미친X

172. 반짝이는 워터멜론

173. 설강화

174. 스타트업

175. 경성크리처

176. 최악의 악

177. 이제 곧 죽습니다

178. 마이데몬

179. LNTS

180. 라이프 온 마스

181. 내 남편과 결혼해줘

182. 검색어를 입력하세요 : WWW

183. 보라! 데보라

184. 아무것도 하고싶지않아

185. 눈물의 여왕

186. 정신병동에도 아침이 와요

187. 닥터슬럼프

188. 선재 업고 튀어

189. 더 8 쇼

190. 남이 될수 있을까

191. 7일의 왕비

192. 연애 말고 결혼

193. 슈룹

194. 연인

195. 크래시

196. 비밀은 없어

197. 아무도 없는 숲 속에서

[tremendouskoalachild]

all the lines from various Acolyte previews and trailers, grouped by what i think they're about

Sol giving a lesson to younglings. In the Celebration trailer and the first official trailer, though slightly different in each.

Sol: Close your eyes. Your eyes can deceive you. We must not trust them.

Sol: The Force is powerful. It is power we must respect.

Sol: Tell me what comes into your mind.

Youngling 1: Life.

Youngling 2: Balance.

Youngling 3: I see fire.

(I’m pretty confident this is all from the same scene.)

2. Talking about Jedi murders.

Yord: Someone is killing Jedi.

Yord: It doesn’t make sense.

(These two lines are together in both the first official trailer and the tv spot, though the first is voice-over only in both and could come from a different context entirely.)

Yord: Jedi are being hunted.

(This line shows up in the second trailer, spoken to Sol and in a different setting from the second of the above lines.)

Tasi Lowa: Last night a Jedi was murdered.

(voiceover at the beginning of the second trailer. We don’t know who this character is yet.)

3. Sol’s investigation, which might have Vernestra just off-screen. In the first trailer.

Sol: What happened?

Convict: I sensed darkness.

(The reply isn’t shown onscreen but seems to be from the same scene.)

4. Aniseya’s speech(es).

Aniseya: This isn’t about good or bad. This is about power, and who is allowed to use it.

(This is said to a person off-screen in the first trailer and its Celebration version.)

Aniseya: Destiny is not decided for you by an anonymous force. If you want to pull the thread and change everything, then pull it.

(This is said to Mae, possibly a younger version of her and most likely in a different scene from the above, in the second trailer. It seems to be one cohesive statement.)

5. Confrontation featuring Jecki, Sol, Yord and other Jedi in a dark environment.

Jecki: What is that?

(spoken onscreen at the culmination of the first trailer, with Yord standing next to her.)

Sol: You carry a Jedi weapon. But you are no Jedi.

(Sol featurette. Sol says this to someone offscreen while brandishing his lightsaber.)

Sol: What are you?

(the end of the second trailer, intercut with shots of Jecki and Yord and the mysterious masked figure.)

6. Mae-Indara confrontation.

Mae: Master Indara.

Indara (to Mae): Who trained you?

…

Indara (into her comlink): I have an unidentified Force user.

(shown in a likely continuous scene in the preview attached to TPM rerelease, though with a few skips between shots.)

Indara (to Mae?): This is a fight that you will not win.

(offscreen over footage of fight, in May 18th promo spot.)

7. Sol-Mae confrontation.

Sol: Tell me, who trained you?

(this is from the Sol featurette and seems to be said to Mae, likely before or during their fight from the first trailer.)

8. Qimir’s speech

Qimir: The Jedi justify their galactic dominance in the name of peace. But that peace is a lie.

(this is from the second trailer and might be said to Mae.)

9. Sol talking about Mae.

Sol: She was my student. I trained her. Let me be the one to bring her in.

(from the second trailer, spoken entirely in voiceover.)

Sol: She was my student. I trained her.

Yord: And now she is a student of the dark side. An acolyte.

(the lines as they are edited together in the May 11th tv spot, with Yord’s reply being shown on screen, spoken to Sol. it appears to be the same scene as his jedi are being hunted line.)

Sol: Let me be the one to bring her in.

(this comes from the same spot and is spoken onscreen to Vernestra.)

10. Vernestra’s speech.

Vernestra: I sense this is only a small part of a larger plan. Some sort of shift to tip the scales.

(from the second trailer, most likely one cohesive statement. appears to be from a scene set in the Jedi temple.)

11. Mae’s threat.

Mae: It’s time to face the past.

(from the second trailer. onscreen, possibly to an older Torbin.)

12. Mae’s plea.

Mae: I didn’t do it!

Mae: Believe me!

(from the May 11th tv spot. first line offscreen, second onscreen in a snowy environment, possibly to Sol. both with a similar desperate tone.)

[king-of-better]

Number.EX: Kyoto -HAPPYAKUYADERA-

1

2017 AD. Gai and Mamoru visit the new Kyoto Railway Museum, exclusive guests today as Gai’s return isn't public. LinerGao, restored after being wrecked as part of Repli-GaoGaiGar, is among the exhibits.

2

Back on the Division Train during the journey back from Jupiter, Mamoru explains recent events to Gai, showing him video of the Global Wall, but Gai is more amazed by the GGG Smartphone he’s using.

Back in the present, the two Captains are driven around Kyoto in BMC Rover Mini Porc-Auto and discuss the battle with Repli-Mamoru and Repli-GaoGaiGar in Kyoto 10 years ago. Learning from Mamoru how Repli-Mamoru tried to help fight the 11 Sol Planetary Masters and was turned, Gai regrets his death.

3

They arrive at Arashiyama, just past Togetsukyo bridge, the site of the battle's conclusion. Mamoru visited already soon after returning, but wanted to come with Gai.

As they walk, Gai notices where Repli-Mamoru died, a modest patch of white flowers bloom.

Never having seen Animus Flowers themselves, they do not recognise them for what they are, but they in fact sprouted from Repli-Mamoru, but due to his DNA being an optical isomer, their own nature is altered allowing them to root in normal ground. They find some joy in the flowers before leaving.

[ronniethemoonandsun]

Love Unholyc Walkthrough

Season 3 | Destiny.

William Route

Day 10

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1:36

Rattling Destiny

Visual Novel: Eater, Jung Hi, Sol, Leo

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I won´t leave you alone if you hurt Liam...!! +William

You... Weren´t you sad? Hi, Leo, and Sol. They were all your colleagues. +Eater

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Did the three of us ever drink tea like this before by any chance? +William

Has Eater ever come to this house before, by any chance? +Eater

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It´s alright. I´ll watch it fine! +William

Eater´s right. You have to embrace even the difficult memories for you to grow. +Eater

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08:03

Visual Novel: A Small Rest

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You should worry about yourself, and not the village. +William

Don´t be curious about what´s not important. +Eater

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Seeing how you ask about him, looks like you don´t quite approve of the king. +William

You always seem to think about the king when you´re with me. +Eater

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11:28

Death of the King

Visual Novel: Leo, Sol, Jung Hi, Eater

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Was my past so terrible?

Don´t you want to be friends with me anymore? +Eater

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(Slap her awake.)

(Call her name.) +Eater

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Not good...  +Eater

You have the same eyes as I do. +Eater

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13:41

The Morning After the Night

Visual Novel: Eater, Leo, Jung Hi, Sol

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I don´t know his ways +Eater

If you wish.

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We should hurry. +Eater

No.

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Don´t cry! +Eater

Live with me.

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16: 32

Thee

Visual Novel: Eater, Chaser, William, Rosé

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It is as thou wished. Why doth thee not rejoice more? +Eater.

Doth thee feel like escaping with me now?

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True. How else would you reach the king´s toes, even, without that much effort? +Eater.

What miserable weapons. Only lies?

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The promise we made as king to king. Make sure to keep it. +Eater

If you don´t keep this promise, I will find you even in death.

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18: 56

Waves of Memories

Visual Novel:

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You actually want to trust me? +Eater

You actually don´t want to be enemies with anyone? +William

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Don´t you not find it bothersome to go through trouble because of me? +William

Why are you so kind to me? +Eater

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There´s no need to be ashamed. I have fun talking about things I like. +William

It was nice because I got to feel hoe warmhearted you are. +Eater

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20:08

Mean Scaling

Visual Novel:

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21:28

Tomb of Memories

Visual Novel:

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It´s so sad and distressing that I can´t voice it out loud. +Eater

I finally found out about everything, so... it was rather relieving. +William

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So, Liam used his unique ability twice because of me? +William

Did you use your ability at another time that I don´t know about?

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Do you mean... That you were always by my side? +Eater

Eater, you´re too exaggerative...

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22:26

The two men who died that day

Visual Novel:

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Where are you going? +Eater

Alright, but Liam will come too. +William

Alright.

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Eater, I thought that you killed Chaser...!!

Then, Eater... Have you continued to fight Chaser from then on to now? +Eater

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(Continue speaking to Eater.) +Eater

(Reply to William.) +William

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23:49

What Chaser left behind

Visual Novel:

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Eater. +Eater

William. +William

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Blocking William and Eater.

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It´s so cold... +Eater

My body is too hot... +William

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No...! Both of you, stop!!

[zhoufeis]

kdrama ask meme

based on my cdrama ask meme: send me a number and I’ll reply with a gifset

1: extraordinary you or true beauty 2: goblin or hotel del luna 3: bring it on, ghost! or happiness 4: i’m not a robot or see you in my 19th life 5: doom at your service or tale of the nine-tailed 6: w - two worlds or flower of evil 7: moon lovers or alchemy of souls 8: weightlifting fairy kim bok-joo or strong woman do bong-soon 9: 100 days my prince or the tale of nokdu 10: semantic error or the eighth sense

11: haru or baek kyung 12: jang man-wol or myul mang 13: jang uk or naksu 14: park bong-pal or seon woo-hyul 15: kim hyun-ji or dong dong-ju 16: eun dan-oh or tak dong-kyung 17: ki seon-gyeom or lee young-hwa 18: oh yeon-joo or yoon sae-bom 19: kim min-gyu or kang chul 20: hong cha-young or seo dan-ah

21: haru / eun dan-oh or lee soo-ho / im ju-kyung 22: im ju-kyung / han seo-jun or eun dan-oh / baek kyung 23: kim bok-joo / jung jun-hyung or cha heon / shin sol-yi 24: wang so / hae-soo or jang man-wol / koo chan-sung 25: kang chul / oh yeon-joo or ban ji-eum / moon seo-ha 26: jang uk / naksu or tak dong-kyung / myul mang 27: seo dan-ah / lee young-hwa or ki seon-gyeom / oh mi-joo 28: song geu-rim / ji soo-ho or kang dan-i / cha eun-ho 29: sae-bom / yi-hyun or do hyun-soo / cha ji-won 30: cho ji-a / kim min-gyu or hoo joon / lee geun-young

[thelastofhyde]

I just have to say I am absolutely IN LOVE with this story and it’s my first time ever leaving a message for a fic so that says a lot… I’ve read so many Joel fics (way too many at this point haha) and yours is one of my favorites. The way you describe every moment, every feeling.. I don’t know where Sol ends and I being while reading it. You are so talented and if one day you’ll plan on writing a book I’ll be the first one in line cause sheesh. I won’t even start on the smut, it’s built up so deliciously, gives me butterflies! Idk how many chapters you have planned for this story but I’ll read all of them a thousand times over just to get a taste of this version of Joel Miller. I’m also around Sol’s age & personality and quite inexperienced sexually & with an attraction for capable older men, problematic relationship with my dad as well so it feels personal to me & I’m living my fantasies through your writing atm haha. You’re amazing, talented, incredible!! Sending you all the hugs

dear sweet anon, take my heart and soul and don't give it back !

"it’s my first time ever leaving a message for a fic so that says a lot" oh, wow. genuinely, wow... i'm honoured that you'd chose me and my fic to be the first you message about. i love that you see yourself in sol, especially after i've attempted to keep physical descriptions of her to a minimum to not take anyone out of the fic (ie. describing a skin tone that may not match whoever is reading). it's such a nice reminder that we don't need physical descriptions to relate or see ourselves in characters. i hope you continue to live out your fantasies as this series progresses! <3

"Idk how many chapters you have planned for this story but I’ll read all of them a thousand times over just to get a taste of this version of Joel Miller." honestly, not even i know at this point how many parts i intend to write for this series. every time i think i've settled on an outline for the whole fic, a new idea pops up and i add another chapter. as it stands, i currently have planned out a total of 12 chapters and 11 drabbles, but that could easily change and grow in length.

"You are so talented and if one day you’ll plan on writing a book I’ll be the first one in line cause sheesh." you're now the second person to bring up the idea of me writing a book ( including the sweet book-shelf anon ) and i really just want to stress how much hearing things like this means to me. i'm currently a student, working on my bachelors degree in english literature and creative writing with the goal of ( someday, hopefully ) working in the publishing industry/writing my own fiction novels, so to have anyone say this is just so incredibly validating to my big ( basically unnattainable ) dreams.

this reply ended up longer than intended, but thank you so much, for all of this! sending you all the hugs back ! <33