#sons of attila

[linuxgamenews]

War Thunder Survive the Battle With the New War Thunder Sons of Attila Update

War Thunder military MMO game received the Sons of Attila update on Linux, Steam Deck, Mac, and Windows PC. Thanks once again to the dedication of developer Gaijin Entertainment. Available now on Steam, Free to Play. If you're a fan of intense military action and strategy, there's some great news you might want to know about. War Thunder, the renowned online military MMO game, has just rolled out its major Sons of Attila update. And trust me, this War Thunder update is something you won't want to miss. First, let's talk about the hardware. Ever heard of the Leclerc AZUR or the Leopard 2 PSO tanks? These beasts also have a specific design, for urban warfare. Meaning they can weave and fight through city streets like no other in War Thunder. Then there's the Super Etendard attack aircraft. A bit of history here – this aircraft played a big role during the Falklands War. It's the very same model used by the Argentine Air Force to sink the British destroyer, Sheffield. The VIDAR SPG, on the other hand, is an export variant of the South Korean K9 Thunder. And it's been making waves in the global arms scene recently. Now, for those who like soaring through the skies in War Thunder, the Sons of Attila brings seven new helicopters. From the powerful OH-58D is in use by the U.S. and China to a line-up of Hungarian choppers like the Mi-24 variants. So there's a lot to explore. A standout here is the Mi-8TV. This is not just any helicopter; it's an assault version that boasts the most powerful payload capacity.

Sons of Attila Update - War Thunder

And here's something unique for fans of modern aircraft tech: voice informant warnings. Russian pilots often refer to them as "Rita", while American pilots call them "Bitchin' Betty". These voice systems alert you to potential dangers like low altitude or critical overloads. Due to make your flying experience even deeper in War Thunder. Some notable aircraft that will be coming with "Rita" include the Ka-50, Mi-28N, and MiG-29. Meanwhile, "Betty" will be featured on the likes of the F-16 and AH-64D. So, if you haven't ventured into the world of War Thunder yet, it's a massive online game that brings together players from different platforms. Whether you're on Linux, Steam Deck, Mac, or a Windows PC, you can join in. With over 2000+ aircraft, armored vehicles, and ships from different eras, every session offers a trip through history. And the best part? Each vehicle you come across has been carefully researched to be as historically accurate as possible. Give this military MMO title a shot and immerse yourself in this expansive War Thunder universe. With continuous upgrades and additions from Gaijin Entertainment, there's always something new waiting for you on Linux and Steam Deck. Available Free to Play on Steam.

[yorgunherakles]

çünkü seni sen olduğun için sevdim ben. bana verdiklerinin ya da vermediklerinin ne önemi var, sen sonsuza dek benim kalbimde kalacaksın.

simone de beauvoir - love letters

[runawaycarouselhorse]

[libraryofgage]

Life in Miniature (One)

Part of: Steve Deserves Good Parents, Actually Debbie and Fester Addams One | Two | Three Rick and Evelyn O'Connell One | Two Harley Quinn One 10th Doctor and Rose One | Two (on the way!) Scooby Gang (there are plans for this one lmao, so plz be patient with me orz) Jedediah and Octavius (from Night at the Museum) One (you're here!)

There will be more Jedtavius in the next parts I promise, I just thought this would be a funner introduction to the AU lmao

I just love those little guy dudes from the museum so much hfjdks and now we get two pairs of them

Also, fun fact, I took Steve's Roman name from, like, an actual king of Rome. The actual sixth king. He seemed like a chill dude.

Anyway, there's a meme at the end and as always, if you see any typos, no you didn't ;)

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When Robin took this job as a night guard, she didn't think the previous guard's words about history coming to life at night was, you know, real. She thought it was a joke, a predictable and corny joke, but a joke nonetheless.

But now, after being chased by a T-Rex, getting saved by Theodore Roosevelt, and almost being taken captive by fucking Attila the Hun, Robin thinks this job definitely isn't worth $16.50 an hour. Then again, this is the best paying job she's had in a while, and she was living a nocturnal life anyway.

Robin groans, leaning against a wall in the diorama exhibit, and slides down to the floor. She lets her head fall back against the wall, her eyes slipping shut as she slides. "This is crazy. This is insane. I need to find a fucking weapon or something," she mutters.

"Pardon me," comes a voice close to her head, "but might you be the goddess Diana?"

As pick-up lines go, it's not the worst one she's heard. And, based on what she knows of Greek and Roman deities, it wouldn't be too far off. Still, she does not want to be hit on by whatever weird historical thing is trying to flirt with her.

Robin takes a deep breath, opens her eyes, and says, "Do I look like a goddess to you?"

She looks to her left where the voice came from, blinking when her gaze falls on a figurine that would barely reach her ankle. He's dressed in a toga with a chest plate, wrist guards, a sword on his waist, and a deep purple cape over his shoulders. His hair is, honestly, the most impressive thing Robin has ever seen, made only more impressive by the golden laurels resting perfectly against his temples.

He's looking at her with wide eyes, more awed than anything else. "Yes," he says. "I have heard the gods are larger than life."

Okay. Fair.

"Why Diana, man?" Robin asks.

He tilts his head, studying her for a moment, looking her up and down. "You give me the same feeling as statues of Noble Diana with her Huntresses," he explains, pausing for a moment before adding, "A feeling of kinship, perhaps?"

Oh. This...this is like ancient Roman gaydar, right? Robin snorts and turns, resting her elbow on her knee. "I'm definitely not Diana. My name is Robin. I'm the new night guard."

His eyes brighten some, his smile growing wider and certainly charming enough to make the hearts of a few girls and guys flutter. "I am Servius Tullius, Sixth King of Rome, son of Vulcan, weapons master of the gods, and adopted son of Jedediah, Cowboy King of the Wild West, and Octavius, general of the Roman army."

Robin nods, letting all of the those words process in her head before saying, "Mind if I call you Steve? You look like a Steve."

The Sixth King of Rome blinks, looking slightly confused before his eyes light up with understanding. "Ah! A nickname! Yes, I am familiar with this concept. You may call me Steve, Lady Robin, as a show of our newfound friendship."

"Yeah, don't call me Lady Robin. Just Robin is fine," she says, hesitating before offering her hand to Steve.

"As you wish, Just Robin," he says, stepping carefully onto her hand and remaining steady as she raises him higher.

Robin blinks, frowning slightly and about to correct him again when she sees his smile and realizes it's a joke. "Okay, very funny, dingus," she says, carefully poking his side.

"Is dingus another nickname? It sounds like an insult."

"It usually is, but it's affectionate when I say it."

"Oh! Yes, like when Ockie calls Jed a philistine."

"Uh, sure," Robin says, nodding once as she lets Steve move to stand on her shoulder. He quickly sits, holding onto the collar of her jacket as she carefully stands up. "Hey, you know what I'm supposed to do about the dinosaur bones?"

"Rexy? Yes, he enjoys a game of fetch."

"Fetch. Of course."

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"What's going on in that head of yours, little man?"

Steve blinks, looks over at Jedediah, and raises an eyebrow at him. "I'm taller than you," he says, gesturing to the good inch he has on Jedediah.

"As long as you're my son, you're a little man."

Doing his best to not laugh, Steve nods once and points to the new diorama set up in the middle of the room. It's a circular diorama, centered on an equally circular stage divided into sections. A cacophony of noise echoes from it, clashing as each slice of the stage fights for dominance. "I'm trying to figure out what in Jupiter's name they're doing over there," he says.

"Well, most of it sounds like music," Jedediah says, "I think."

"It's not any music I've heard before," Octavius says, coming to a stop next to Jedediah and frowning at the diorama. "I would have assumed it the unholy shrieking of the damned."

"Perhaps it would be nicer if they weren't all playing at once," Steve suggests, hands on his hips as he tilts his head.

"Oh, boy, there it is," Jedediah says, his grin audible in his tone. "He's got the King Face."

"What are your intentions, my boy?" Octavius asks.

Before Steve can answer, Robin strolls into the room, grinning when she sees the raving diorama in the middle. She walks over to Steve, Jedediah, and Octavius, crouches down, and says, "Hey, guys. I see you're checking out the History of Rock display."

"History of Rock?" Steve asks.

"What in the sweet hell do rocks have to do with that mess?" Jedediah asks, gesturing to the noisy stage.

Robin rolls her eyes. "No, like, rock music. It's a genre. Anyway, it was sponsored by some musician, so it's a permanent display now."

"And they will be...playing every night?" Octavius asks.

"Probably."

Steve frowns a little more and nods, rolling his shoulders back. "If they are a permanent fixture in our hallowed hall, they must be welcomed. As Sixth King of Rome, this duty falls upon my shoulders. Fathers, I shall return shortly."

"Woah, woah, hold your horses there, little man," Jedediah says, moving to stand in front of Steve. "You're not going anywhere near that snake pit without some back up."

"A few centurions, at least," Octavius agrees.

"I will have Robin. What better protection is there?"

Jedediah and Octavius glance at each other before looking at Robin. She grins and offers them a two finger salute. "I'll guard him with my life," she says, "It's literally my job."

With that reassurance, Jedediah and Octavius move out of the way. Steve steps onto Robin's hand and settles on her shoulder with practiced ease, ignoring the nervous flutter in his stomach at greeting the new museum residents. He hopes they'll get along, but he also knows the might of his Roman army and the railroad workers can crush any who stand in their way.

Robin stops next to the diorama, tilting her head as she studies it. This close, Steve can see the bands playing on each slice of stage, the instruments and fashion shifting as his gaze travels around it. "Uh, excuse me," Robin says, raising her voice.

The raucous noise from the diorama screeches to a halt, the feedback making Robin and Steve grimace slightly. "Uh, hi. We're the official welcome crew for the Hall of Miniatures here. So, I'll need someone to represent your, like, whole display," Robin says, glancing over the bands until she finds one she recognizes. "Okay, I know you guys, so I'll be designating you the spokesband. Now, could the lead singer step forward?"

Steve watches as someone on the "Corroded Coffin" (what an odd name for a band) slice of the stage steps forward. Robin offers her hand to them, carefully lifting it away once they step on. "Great, uh, carry on, I guess. But, like, maybe play some of your quieter stuff for a bit," she says, her words barely out before the music starts up and the crowds start screaming once more.

She sighs and just walks over to the bench, letting off the person on her hand before letting Steve slide down her arm in a move they spent nearly three weeks practicing if only because they knew it would look cool.

When he hops onto the bench, Steve walks up to the other miniature, a man his age with long hair and odd clothes with tears that Robin once said were fashionable. His instrument is still slung over his shoulders, resting casually against his hips much like Steve's sword. Steve suddenly finds himself thinking that the man looks a little like a warrior. An odd one, to be sure, but a handsome one nonetheless.

He flashes his most charming smile, lets his shoulders relax, and says, "My friend here is Robin, Guardian of Brooklyn. I am Servius Tullius, Sixth King of Rome, son of Vulcan, weapons master of the gods, and adopted son of Jedediah, Cowboy King of the Wild West, and Octavius, general of the Roman army. You, however, may call me Steve."

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As far as Eddie was concerned, nothing mattered so long as Corroded Coffin got to keep rocking in an endless concert. The energy never waned, the set list never grew boring, and the music never stopped. He was ready to inform this welcoming crew of just that and promise Hell on Earth if they tried to disrupt the music (angry concert goers are a force of nature), when the words just died in his throat.

Because the most gorgeous man he's ever seen slides down that giant lady's arm, easily and smoothly landing on the bench. Somehow, his hair is perfectly windswept, the golden laurels glinting in the lights above them. His purple cape flutters softly as he walks closer, his toned thighs on full display with the toga hem that falls to the middle of them. There's a sword on the guy's hip, a chest plate that Eddie wants to pull off, a smile he wants to taste, and a pair of freckles right next to each other on the guy's cheek he wants to drag his tongue across.

He misses most of the introduction because he's too busy staring. He gets the important bits, though: Robin, a king, son of a god, adopted son of two dads. Eddie licks his lips nervously, a grin of his own tugging at his lips as he steps forward and playfully bows. "It's an honor to meet you, Your Majesty," he says.

It's supposed to come out joking, a little poke at the guy's authority to see if he can be riled up. It actually comes out way too genuine, and Eddie has a sudden realization that he meant it. He absolutely will accept this guy as his king, actually. He'll fall to his knees before him right now if asked, and not just because it might give him a little peek under the dude's toga.

"Please, just call me Steve. There's no need to be so formal."

Eddie bites the inside of his cheek, hoping Steve doesn't realize that the things Eddie is thinking about (the things he wants to do to and with Steve) are just about the least formal things on this earth. "Good to know," he says, relieved his voice sounds normal as he stands up straight and offers his hand. "Name's Eddie Munson, uh, lead singer of Corroded Coffin."

Steve blinks, and his smile becomes a bit more genuine as he steps closer and clasps Eddie's forearm. "A fellow leader," he says, squeezing Eddie's arm. "Welcome to our museum."

"Y-yeah," Eddie says, his arm still tingling when Steve lets go. He clears his throat, idly tugging on a few strands of hair. "So, uh, what's the deal around here? I mean, giant women...Roman kings...cowboys, it looks like."

"Our noble museum is home to Pharoah Ahkmenrah and his tablet, which brings the exhibits to life each night," Steve explains.

"There's a few rules, though," Robin says, sitting down on the bench behind Steve. "One, no getting into fights. Two, be back in your display by sunrise. Three, no leaving the museum at night."

"What? Why not?"

"We have lost good exhibits to Sol Invictus's morning rays," Steve says, frowning slightly. "So, be careful."

Eddie stares at Steve with wide eyes as he nods, amazed at the fact that Steve seems to talk like that so genuinely. And the fact that Eddie is...kinda into it. Holy shit, that's not helping with Eddie's whole "fall to his knees" thing. He wouldn't mind some good old-fashioned worship if Steve would just smile at him again.

Maybe his prayers are heard, because Steve smiles at him again. "Wonderful," he says. "Now, Eddie, could I interest you in a tour of the museum tonight?"

"Oh, you could interest me in a lot of things, sweetheart," Eddie blurts out, his mouth running faster than his brain.

He snaps his jaw shut, relieved and horrified at Steve's slightly confused expression and Robin's "I know what you are" thousand-yard stare from over his shoulder. Before he can try to backtrack, Steve snaps, understanding in his eyes. "Ah! Sweetheart is a nickname, yes? I accept your offer of friendship."

Eddie clenches his jaw, stopping himself from saying that it's more than friendships he's offering, and smiles. "Yeah. A nickname. That's all. I'm just...a nickname kinda guy. I'll probably think of more, too, Stevie. Like that."

Steve practically beams, and Eddie feels his knees go weak. "I look forward to it," he says, turning on his heel to look at Robin, who thankfully schools her expression. "Robin, this is where we leave you for the night. You have my word that Eddie will be back in place before sunrise."

"Well, you two kids have fun," she says, grinning in a way that immediately puts Eddie on edge. "I'd better not hear about any funny business, though. Absolutely no bases should be reached tonight, and you'd better not do any conquering or pillaging."

She definitely looks at Eddie when she says that last bit. Eddie stiffens, doing his best to hold back a blush when Steve glances over at his, the confusion clear on his face. "Conquering requires more planning than this, Robin. I've told you before."

"Don't worry about it, dingus. Just have fun. Here, I'll even call a ride for you," she says, winking at them before turning, holding her fingers to her mouth, and whistling sharply.

Steve walks over to Eddie right as the ground starts to shake, easily catching him around the waist before he can lose his balance. "The shaking does take some getting used to," he says, his tone full of sympathy and obliviousness to the crisis Eddie is experiencing.

When his brain finally catches up enough to ask what he's talking about, a dinosaur skeleton slides into the room, its body wiggling excitedly as it growls. Eddie jerks back, the arm around his waist tightening some. "What the fuck?!" he shouts.

"Worry not," Steve says, leaning closer. His voice is a little softer now, his breath fanning over Eddie's ear. "This is Rexy, our steed for the evening. He's very friendly."

"Friendly," Eddie mumbles, letting himself be dragged over to Rexy and placed on the dinosaur's head by Robin. "The dinosaur is friendly."

"Many of the exhibits are," Steve tells him, grinning brightly as Rexy begins moving after a pet on the snout from Robin.

Eddie looks at him, feeling blinded by Steve's smile once more, and completely forgets about the living dinosaur skeleton.

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Lemme know if you'd like to be added to the tag list!

(Also I know there are like one or two upcoming parent AUs that people have asked to be tagged in and I tried to see if this was one of them but couldn't find anyone for the life of me hfjdks so I'm sorry if you asked on another post and I missed you orz)

And, finally, a meme for you

[paganimagevault]

Attila and the Huns from the Chronicon Pictum (page 7) 1358 CE

"They, having set forth from the island, riding through the sand and flow of the Tisza, crossed at the harbour of Beuldu, and, riding on, they encamped beside the Kórógy river, and all the Székelys, who were previously the peoples of King Attila, having heard of Usubuu’s fame, came to make peace and of their own will gave their sons as hostages along with divers gifts and they undertook to fight in the vanguard of Usubuu’s army, and they forthwith sent the sons of the Székelys to Duke Árpád, and, together with the Székelys before them, began to ride against Menumorout."

— Anonymus, Gesta Hungarorum

[natalieironside]

Nobody ever fumbled a Goth gf harder than Attila, son of Mundzuk

[eddiethecowboy]

Me: Do you think Attila would bake?

Mom, deadpan: I do think he would be a stoner.

Me: WHAT?!? NO I MEANT A BAKER LIKE PASTRIES!

Mom: *Laughing at me* I'm just fucking with you. Yes I can see him holding a loaf of bread, I just can't decide if he's an oven mitts or big stick guy

Both of us, almost sitcom style: Oven mitts

Me: *Stimming* YES AND HE'D HAVE AN APRON!

Mom: A leather one-

Me: Like he's welding!!!

Mom: Yes! With his oven mitts. His leather apron and oven mitts holding a loaf of bread.

Both: Ones with hearts on them!!!

Y'all I think my mom likes Attila... Also she thought white oven mitts with pink hearts I thought pink oven mitts with white hearts... Eh close enough 🤷🏻‍♂️ like mother like son? Ugh I need this drawn so badly 😔

[cninzihni]

Son kaydı da böyle altına iliştireyim dedim. Anket sonuçlarına uymaya çalışıcam, o an o şiiri hissedebilirsem dfgldfgjfdk

[that-irishman-fan]

night at the museum jedtavius as dads to a daughter headcanons!

[ Full credit to the owners of the GIF and Night At The Museum, none of these characters are mine in any way! ]

FANDOM: Night At The Museum, 2006

GENRE: Headcanons, parenting au, LGBTQIA+, and fluff!

SYNOPSIS: What's its like being the daughter of Jedidiah and Octavius!

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Female coded reader, angst at some parts, and minor swearing, this is meant to be fluffy!

Notes: I started these headcanons with a daughter/female reader in mind, since that's how the idea popped into my head—but I am already planning out two other parts for a son/male coded reader and for a gender neutral set in the future. I realize it would be unfair to not follow up with similar ones, since I understand my audience is absolutely not exclusively women. So, keep a watch for parts two and three to come soon!

I also want to note quickly that there will be some worldbuilding sections I've included—just adding in some extra exhibits we don't see in the first movie as a sort of behind the scenes slash for plot thing. With that said, let's dive right in!

• Let's start by establishing your role in this situation. You'd be one of the full sized models on display, much like Teddy Roosevelt and Sacagawea ( take your choice as to what historical period, it doesn't really make a difference ). You arrived a while ago as a part of a brand new exhibit meant to reignite interest in the museum. Discombobulated, frightened, and frankly lonely, you searched for friends in this strange new place. It ended up being Jedidiah, the cowboy, and Octavius, the Roman general. Both were already lovers when you came around.

• Jedidiah and Octavius wanted to try their hand at raising kids together. But because of their plight of being tiny models, they'd given up on it. Your arrival was a dream come true. You three quickly had a found family dynamic, and sure enough they took you in as their daughter. You are perfect in their eyes in every way, an answer to all their prayers.

• They'd be your gay dads, with Teddy as a grandfather, Ahkmenrah an older brother, Sacagawea a mother figure, Attila the cool uncle, and all the others your friends. Soon, you found your place amongst the others.

• Both have their own pet names for you. Jedidiah calls you little lady, missy, and pumpkin. Octavius calls you mea columba ( my dove in Latin, since I have two years of it under my belt ), darling, and my princess. You call them by their actual names, or 'daddy' for Jed and 'father' for Octavius.

• I like to think they'd put emphasis on immersing you in their respective cultures. Giving you the best of both worlds, the Wild West and the Roman Empire.

• Jedidiah would show you all the classic cowboy staples— gunfights, rodeo, catching robbers, and playing songs by the campfire. You love it when he dazzles you with stories of outlaws, broncos, and especially cowgirls.

• Octavius would let you watch his army train, teaching you military strategy; not only that, but also attending senate meetings, participating in banquets, and telling you Roman myths and legends. If you gave your best shot at any of it, they'd be so proud of you. Just having your interest is reward enough, but if you actually did it yourself? They might just die of happiness right on the spot.

• Your dads love to hear about anything and everything that you're passionate about too! Please talk to them about whatever makes you excited, and they'll be as enthusiastic as you. They make a point to be interested since you try so hard for them.

• I get the vibe that Jedtavius are more free range parents in the sense that you're allowed to go anywhere in the museum you like. Outside is off limits, of course, which you understand. However, they are old fashioned. Not to the point of chaperoning, but cautious regardless. Jedidiah and Octavius are believers in women being treated with the utmost respect, they're very chivalrous. As such, they'll be on top of things to make sure you don't get hurt. With that said, they trust you to be responsible in your own right. They're just protective, you're their sweet baby girl after all. And God forbid anyone dare to lay a finger on you the wrong way.

• When morning comes, its hard for you to return to your place. You feel empty, almost lost, knowing you'll be gawked at come daylight. By yourself without them there. Sometimes, this can bubble up into small episodes. You'll feel resentful, crying bitter tears at times or just angry on others. Jedidiah and Octavius wouldn't leave your side until you were calm, both comforting you without a hint of judgment.

• " Aw, pumpkin, don't cry. S'alright, yer Daddy ain't goin' nowhere. We'll be right back where ya found us, ya hear? " Jedidiah would coo to you.

• " No more tears, fear not. It will pass once again as it always does. Our brave girl, my little princess. " Octavius would add on, gentle as his husband.

• Every night, the minute you'd come to life, you'd run as fast as you could to the Diorama Room to be reunited with them. They're your haven, your home, your safety net. After long days of noisy crowds and superficial cares, you're revitalized in their presence. And Jedidiah and Octavius are delighted to see you again, the hole in their hearts filled when your face appears.

• On to happier things now. Jedtavius are always ready to shower you in affection. I feel Jedidiah is the gruff type, his love language being praise, affirmations, and encouragement over physical gestures. Octavius is the opposite, being very tactile. For him, it's offering you hugs, soft touches, and gentle kisses. It's really ironic considering these guys are warriors in their own ways. Two macho men who are such softies for you.

• If you don't like physical contact, though, they respect that boundary completely. They're both so loving and supportive that you never have to worry about feeling neglected.

• The size difference poses an issue. You three have learned to work around it through trial and error. They may be small, but they have big hearts and an endless amount of love to give. You're definitely their soft spots, one could say weaknesses, but they have no shame over it. Not when it's you.

• I can imagine them being saddened by your insecurities, not able to understand why you don't see how special you are. It's not disappointment at you, rather pity for you. And they're quick to reassure you, genuine in every possible sense of the word.

• " Why's our precious lil' Y/N so down in the dumps? Ya know I hate seein' a frown on that dad gum pretty face of yers. Talk to us, why're ya beatin' up on yerself so hard? " Jedidiah would say, sitting you down in front of his diorama. At your shoulder level, he'd stand next to you, putting a tiny hand on your cheek.

• And you'd tell them everything on your mind. All the things bothering you. Neither of them would interrupt you once, letting you speak. Nor would they try to discount any of your feelings. But it does pain them to see you so sad.

• " We would not lie to you, daughter. When I say you are fairer than Venus, cleverer than Minerva, and braver than Diana, I mean it. For you are beautiful, you are intelligent, and you are strong. Most of all, you are you, as you are meant to be. " Octavius would tell you, his dark eyes adoring. His lips would touch your hand as if to further make his point.

• " And yer our girl no matter what. Yer daddy and yer father love ya, missy, even when ya go gettin' yerself into trouble. We wouldn't want nobody else as our daughter, yer all we could ever ask for. " Jedidiah would grin, patting you on your shoulder.

• Okay, now onto the stuff relatively separate from Jedtavius. In your free time when you're not hanging out with your dads, you get into plenty of mischief on your own with your fellow museum residents.

• Playing with Dexter and Rex in the Hall of African Mammals, surrounded by the jungle setting. The lions, elephant, gazelles, ostrich, and zebras don't mind you for some reason, and they're quite tame around you. You like to climb the display trees, cuddling with the snakes or swinging around with the monkeys. And playing fetch with Rex in the front lobby is always fun too.

• Teddy would take you on hunts, throwing you on the back of his horse. If you really wanted to, he'd even teach you to ride. Jedidiah was enormously proud when you showed up in the Diorama Room like an equestrian show rider.

• Sacagawea and you communicate through sign language. She likes to tell you many stories of her travels with Lewis and Clark, as well as legends from her own culture. You intently listen to each one, always raptured by the brilliant way she breathes life into the old tales.

• One time you tried to help the Neanderthals light their fire. It wasn't successful, but they welcomed you as a member of their family. You don't understand most of what they say, though you're always kind to them.

• Attila would teach you swordfighting, passing down all his wisdom as a master warrior. You two love to spar, often quite viciously to the point that Larry Daley has to tell you two to knock it off before you lop off each other's heads. Both you and Attila would be fascinated by magic tricks too, eager for Larry to show you a new one every shift he takes.

• Before he released Ahkmenrah from his sarcophagus prison, you made an effort to visit the pharaoh so he wasn't lonely. You two chatted well into the night about whatever came to mind; but you had a penchant for stories of his past in Ancient Egypt. You two have a platonic relationship characterized by him being wiser, more experienced, and far more worldly than you, your big brother who you've got wrapped around your finger.

• You also like to hang out in the other exhibits too. Watching the blue whale float idly in the Marine Room, singing its beautiful songs and you doing the same for it. You've danced to many a sea shanty with the model pirates, the favorite of Captain Blackbeard. The Kushite kings, Babylonian priests, Celtic bards, noble samurai, and Viking chieftains also enjoy your company, fascinated by your wits and amicable nature.

• I headcanon that the models can hear and see their surroundings during the day, they just can't interact with them in their frozen states. You've seen thousands of faces before in all your years in the museum, but the one you always like to see is that of Dr. McPhee, the curator. He's fussy, arrogant, and pompous from what you've heard, but you couldn't help your crush on him. You wished to get to know him more. For him to see you.

• Overall, life is fantastic for you in the museum. You've got Jedidiah and Octavius, all your friends, and a great big world in one small place to call your own.

Well, that's all I've got for right now! I hope I've done this justice. It was such a cool idea, and I couldn't resist dropping everything to jot down my thoughts on it. Once again, I am planning two other parts so as to be more inclusive to my fellow menfolk and out of the binary peeps! If you want to be included in a tag list for anything Night At The Museum or my other content, please drop a comment, and I'll add you from now on! Please have a fantastic rest of your week, and thank you SO much for all your likes, reblogs, comments, and interactions. It means the world to me!

[stargazing-sapphire2]

Full Name: Lars Armas Pääkkönen

Date of Birth: March 13th, 1935. Lapland, Finland

Nationality: Finnish-American

Occupation: United States Marine Corps; CIA

Rank(s): Staff Sergeant

Age:

-Black Ops 1: 26-33

-Cold War: 46

-Black Ops 2: 52-90

-Black Ops 6: 56

Family / Relatives:

-Gunnar Pääkkönen - Father (Deceased)

-Svetlana Attila - Mother (Deceased)

-Katariina Pirhonen - Wife (Alive)

-Svetlana 'Sveta' Pääkkönen - Daughter (Alive)

-Aleksi Pääkkönen - Son (Alive)

Appearance:

*Hair color: Sandy blonde

*Eye color: Ice blue

*Height: 6'8 / 203 cm

*Scars/Beauty marks/blemishes: A jagged scar across the bridge of his nose, and another sliced into his right brow, giving him an angry look.

*Faceclaim: Chris Hemsworth

Affiliation(s):

-Alex Mason

-Frank Woods

-Joseph Bowman

-Grigori Weaver

-Jason Hudson

-Russell Adler

-Helen Park

-Lazar Azoulay

-Lawrence Simmons

-Lydia Graves

-Oscar Yamaha ( @piouswolf )

Personality:

Due to his socially awkward and off-standish attitude, Lars often struggles to make friends long term. Although it is unintentional, Lars comes off as incredibly unsettling to those who first meet him, due to his stature and overall appearance. However, he is protective of the friends that he has, and will ensure that your back is covered in a firefight. Earning his friendship is in itself an accomplishment, but do something to break his trust and he will never forgive, no forget.

Background:

Lars was born in Lapland, Finland on March 13th, 1935 to Gunnar and Svetlana Pääkkönen, being their only child. By the time of his birth, the shadow of the second World War had already been looming over Europe, and in 1939 kick-started the Winter War when the Soviets invaded Finland, with Gunnar leaving to answer the call to defend his country. Lars would not see his father again until four years later.

In 1945, when the war officially ended in Europe, Gunnar returned home, but as a broken, scarred shell of a man who eventually turned to alcohol to cope with the trauma and grief. In 1947, Lars watched as his father eventually succumbed to his demons and drank himself to death to an early grave. Left with nothing but bad memories, a disheartened Svetlana left with the then 9 year old Lars, both departing from Finland and immigrating to the United States to start anew. Adjusting to life in the States had not been easy.

At the age of 18 after graduating high school, Lars signed onto the Marine Corps, which led him to meeting three men he would eventually form a close bond with: Alex Mason, Frank Woods, and Joseph Bowman.

[endergelisenataklar]

Yazarların doğum günü anlaşılmanın Nisan’ıdır, pastası paragrafları, mumları kalemi.. Biraz da okuyanlar üfler kelimelerin alevini. Satır başında geçen onlarca yılın kederi. Mekanlar ve partiler ilhamı katleder; şiirlerle kutla ölümün yakınına ilerlemeyi. Balonlar uçar yazı kalır. Tabii kalemler de konuşur bazı geceleri, ağırdır kağıda sırdaş bir mürekkebin sözleri, yazdığın ev tam ortasıdır dünyanın. Müslümanlar ilk ayet “oku” derler ama sen yine de hep yaz, zira bir tanrı varsa “o” da yazmış, hem de tam alnımızın ortasına kaderi. Doğduğun günün gecesini düşünerek, yazdıklarını bize ulaştıramayan ölü yazarların şerefine yaz. Hep yaz. Kağıt yoksa gökyüzüne yaz. Gökyüzü çok mu karanlık? Haydi al eline o kudret kalemini. Hep yaz.

sona bırakman, en sona, planlı veya plansız en güzel mesajı doğum günümün son raddesinde 00.00'da bana ulaştırman, gözümden kaçmadı. senin zafer'in ismin, benim zafer'im ise bu mesajın olsun ağabey. okuyacak olanlar kelimelerin alevini üflerler mi bilmem, ama pastam paragrafım, kalemler mumlarım olsun. benim içimi acıtan bir şey var bir süredir. üzüldüm geçti, acıdım geçti, şifa diledim geçti diyemediğim. insanlar her gün en güzel çıktığı fotoğrafları böyle salgın gibi sosyal hesaplarına yüklerken, makyajlar, göz kalemleri, dekolteler bacaklar, kaslar, sakallar ilerlerken zaman, cidden çok üzülüyorum. bir babanın kızının son kalan tek bir tel kirpiğini fotoğraflaması olayı var, gözümün önünde sürekli o kirpik var. çok acıyor gerçekten. düşmemek için direnen o kirpik gibi hissediyorum bazen, bazen de düşmüş ama, kafamda o kirpik hâlâ bende sevgilim çalıyor. bir kirpiğe lütfen düşme diye yalvarıyorum günlerdir. başkasının acısı deyip geçemiyorum. o kız oluyorum bazen ve kirpiklerim ne zaman çıkacak diye soruyorum, bazen de babası olup melekler kirpiksiz olur o da düştüğünde gerçek bir melek olacaksın deyip moral veriyorum. bir yerden umut buluyorum sürekli. atamadım ya içimden. o kirpikten bir türlü kurtulamadım. attila ilhan'ın bahsettiği kirpik o işte, ağlanılması gereken en özel müjgan o. sanırım bunu yapıyorumdur. belki de vicdan rahatlatıyorumdur. deniyorumdur. ama rahatlamıyordur. o küçücük kızın kirpiklerine tutundukça düşüren ağırlık neyse hafiflesin istiyorum artık. içimde gerçekten felaket bir his var anlatamıyorum. bu kadar dökülmek bile istememiştim, bu kadar biriktiğimi bile bilmiyordum. sanki acının otobüsü içimden geçerken birden bozulmuşta, acıların hepsi inmiş ve o otobüs çoktan çürümüş gibi. olsun. ölümümün yakınına ilerlemeyi şiirle kutlayacağım, seni de asla unutmayacağım ağabey. iyi ki varsın, iyi ki tanımışım seni.

[yorgunherakles]

...ve karşılaşmamız iki yaşama-elverişsizin karşılaşması olacak.

roland barthes - bir aşk söyleminden parçalar

[haljathefangirlcat]

Hungarian historical chronicles about Hungary's legendary origins puts their own spin on the legend of Attila, but the way they choose to incorporate Dietrich von Bern is fascinating and makes me think the authors were working with some authentic folklore/literature tradition instead of making things up on their own. Dietrich, known as Detre of Verona, starts as a Roman vassal, much like the historical Visigoth Theodoric, but after Attila defeats him in the Battle of Zeiselmauer, he swears loyalty to Attila and helps him in his campaigns against Rome. One chronicle at least consciously swaps the names of Theodoric and Ardaric the Gepid, historically one of Attila's vassals, and makes Ardaric the one who dies at the Catalaunian Plains fighting for Rome while Dietrich survives at Attila's side. Other chronicles still mention Theodoric as a separate character, but also replace Ardaric with Dietrich. Historically, Ardaric betrayed the Huns after Attila's death and defeated them in a great battle, which might have contributed to the legend of a war between Goths and Huns found in the Norse myth Hlöðskviða. The general outline of that myth is actually used in the Hungarian rendition of Dietrich. After Attila's death, his son by the Roman princess Justa Honoria (who did write Attila a marriage proposal in real history), Csaba, splits kingship of the Huns with his brother Aladar, Kriemhild's son. However, Dietrich, Aladar's foster father/tutor, reviles Csaba as a foreigner's son and spurs Aladar to make war on him. The huge, destructive battle makes the Danube run red with blood for fifteen days. Finally Csaba is defeated and driven seek shelter first in Byzantium, then in the land of the Magyars, the Huns' sister tribe. If you read the Norse myth, you'll find Aladar as Angantyr, king of the Goths; Csaba as Hlod, his half-Hun older brother making a claim to part of the kingdom as his inheritance; and Dietrich as Gizur, the old foster-father who sends the brothers fighting each other.

In addition to being a wild ride where you can see old legends reworked in the process of nation-building, these chronicles lend a bit of support for my Dietrich and Kriemhild/Gudrun as platonic best pals idea. Imagine them being so close that she trusts him to foster her kids.

You know, while reading this I had half a mind to talk a bit about the Goth/Hun war motif in the Saga of Hervor and Heidrek... but it seems we'd already had the same thought. ;)

I'm really not very familiar with Hungarian chronicles, tho it absolutely makes sense that they'd spend a lot of time of Attila and related legendary traditions, so maybe I should start looking into them. So, thanks for mentioning this!

And Dietrich fostering Kriemhild/Gudrun's children sound like such a sweet idea, too.

[mokachikoshi]

Is messy tree line stuff, sorry

But i only interested when attila the hun is mentioned on other legends.

(also i only manage to draw 2 oc, bleda and priscus)

For more attila the hun original info:

-Zerco is actually moorish drawf & bleda jester, so when bleda died, attila is never have single interested with him and kick him to roman empire.

-Priscus is roman diplomat that also writing some attila history when he get dinner invitation.

-He likes to eat meat. (Most likely deer, horse and sheep meat, i guess)

Volsunga Saga:

-Attila is truly pissed off with brynhildr death and wants revenge by killing Gudrun 2 brother.

-In Lay of Atli, attila is accidental, eating his 2 sons (Erpr & Eitil) because gudrun is killing them and served it as a dinner, also mixed their blood to his wine.

Causing lots of cursing between 2 of them.

•

(And i know, in nibelungenlied og ver, attila still get killed by kriemhild, but i gonna stick that attila be a little tiny wiser man)

And sorry again for messy google translate of icelandic language TwT)

(attila just talking bout her past to obe, with hungarian language)

[izbirakin]

Eril Dille Yazılmış Şiirler Nelerdir? Ben Başlıyorum Part 1 :))

1- Alper Gencer (Sıradaki Ezan Sevip De Kavuşamayanlar İçin Gelsin!)

- Kapımı çalmanı istiyorum Leyla

2- Attila İlhan ( Aysel Git Başımdan Şiiri )

- Aysel git başımdan ben sana göre değilim Ölümüm birden olacak seziyorum

3- Vladimir Mayakovski ( Son Mektup )

- Lili, beni sev.

4- Cemal Süreya ( Roman Okudum Seni Düşündüm )

- Bende tarçın sende ıhlamur kokusu Yürürüz başkentin sokaklarında

( Hafif bir emir dili var bundan dolayı eril şiirlere aldım )

5- Sezai Karakoç Liliyar Şiir

Ekmek ha bakkalın olmuş ha Cabaret de Paris'nin Sen herhangi bir ekmek yiyeceksin işte Lili Lilinin çekip gideceği besbelli Lilinin dönüp geleceği besbelli (Lili'ye karşı tutumundan dolayı aldım eril dile)

Part 2 için tıklayınız

(Goy goy amaçlı olduğunu unutmayalım sonra linçler yorumlara gerek yok:))

[deatherella]

Poppycock Progeny 10

This is what I got after loading Atomica's household.

They're still working on their skills.

Franconia became a toddler. I went to change her hair to black, but there were only two brownish shades listed under black for toddlers of that style, so I gave her a new one.

Franconia wakes up every night around a quarter to 4 and heads straight for her mom and dad's room. Check out the face Franconia is making during her bath.

A lovely Sunday Portrait, to be sure.

Looks like the family's been keeping on keeping on. Until . . .

Don't you just love how every time your Sim autonomously uses the telescope, some Alien comes along and kipes them??? And, then, Atomica runs right over and - - well, and there she goes. Franconia is home alone. Oops. So, we have two unplanned babies in the family. Frances J named his son, Atom, after Atomica. Atomica named her new son, Draco, after Draco Malfoy, of course. Bathsheba had walked herself right into the house to see this historic event of back to back Alien births.

Hard to believe, another week had gone by already.

Everyone is just goofing off and having good times, gotta do something to get over the trauma, eh? Delilah came over and played with Franconia and completely ignored the two new kidlets. Delilah is now one grandchild away from her LTW of having six grandchildren. Francis J's hard work has paid off and he's met his LTW. Not sure if I'll give him a new job or not.

Attila got hit by Russ again!!! Sam Ottomas, the cop, showed up late as usual. After this time, Attila got an alarm and a giant tv and video games. He's rocking, now.