#source: always everywhere by the wrecks

[incorrectccrp]

Charlotte: We could go to yours. Ted: Fuck yeah, I'm down. Charlotte: Do you have a bedframe? Ted: Yeah? Charlotte: Does it have a headboard? Ted: Oh, so you wanna get freaky freaky. Of course it does. Charlotte: Do you wash your duvet? Ted: ..I think so? Like the sheets or-? Charlotte: Do you seperate your whites? Do you hang your shirts to dry? Ted: ...Let's just go to yours.

[megumimania]

STARSTRUCK — art donaldson

synopsis: as art’s donaldson’s biggest fan you have to make yourself known to him by any means necessary.

warnings/tags: nsfw under the cut (17+), art x superfan!reader, reader is kinda delulu, p in v sex, public sex, unprotected sex, first time writing smut so be nice i beg 😩, please don’t fuck in bathrooms or have unprotected sex,!

art shouldn’t even be here right now.

the pr mess that would ensue if he was caught by an eagle eyed fan or the paparazzi was a nightmare that he didn’t want to deal with. after all what brand would endorse a player that had been seen attending a club?

the neon sign of the club illuminated the street corner, creating a light purple haze that drew him in like a moth to a flame. new rochelle was a fairly uneventful county and since tashi was away every night doing god knows what, art was desperate to kill some time.

he entered the club in a baseball cap, sunglasses and some sweats, trying to mantain a low profile. but it was hard to be discreet when he was casually adorning a rolex on his wrist, which drew some attention from some patrons with how it caught in the light.

bass filled rap music was blasting through the speakers as art moved his way through the throng of the bodies dancing, grinding and making out in the club.

thankfully no one bothered to pay attention to the random white dude in sweats as he took his spot at the club’s vip section, sipping on his drink and mindlessly swaying to the beat of the music.

men and women came over to his section, trying to charm and flirt their way into his pants or to get a drink but he wasn’t interested at all.

he was pulled out of his thoughts by a tap on his shoulder and his immediate reflex was to say no pictures but when he finally made out who it was his face paled, the blood devoid on his face.

how did you know he was here?

art couldn’t believe it.

his number one super-fan aka the head of the so called artnation on twitter and instagram had managed to track him down. honestly he was both super impressed and kind of freaked out but he didn’t let it show. what a way to spend to spend a friday night, he thought to himself.

you were everywhere he went: at the meet and greets, the us open, wimbledon, the australia open, his launch parties. every time you met him, you always had that stupid starstruck look in your eyes when ever he signed another piece of memorabilia for you to add to your collection, made you look even more pathetic.

“how did you find me?” art grumbled, his plans for a quiet booze filled night going down the drain.

what made matters worse was the proximity between you both. you were leaning over him, your boobs practically spilling out of your dress. your voice was a mere whisper, tickling the hairs on his sensitive neck.

god he was a wreck.

“i have my sources.” you replied, not wanting to give

that part was believable. art’s legion of super fans were unreal. whilst some spent their time breaking down the cost of the outfits he wore and some spent their time speculating on his future collaborations, others spent their time tracking his location.

“well…uh it was nice meeting you. again.” art spluttered, looking for the way to end the conversation without sounding like an asshole. “i’ve gotta go to the bathroom.” he stood up taking his leave.

“wait up!” you called out after him. you needed to grab his attention for a longer while, you wanted to have a conversation with art that was memorable, something that you two could joke or talk about when you both “ran” into each other next.

“is it true that you and tashi are getting a divorce?”

“what?” art’s head spun around so fast that he almost gave himself whiplash.

“where the hell do you get off on making up rumours about my wife like that?” his stepped closer to you and you could make out the tick of his jaw underneath the strobe lights. yeah he was pissed.

you sometimes got ahead of yourself and this was one of the times where you low-key felt bad for overstepping boundaries, but in your eyes it was all apart of the fan experience.

what you didn’t expect was to be getting fucked by the art donaldson in a dark club bathroom, his fingers stuffed in your mouth so you wouldn’t make a sound.

who knew that art’s anger towards your lack of respect for his marriage and privacy would have him end up fucking you in the club bathroom?

the music drowned out your moans and the sound of skin slapping against skin as art buried himself inside you, his tip just brushing against your g spot. your dress was bunched up to your hips and your panties were in tatters on the ground.

“hope you’re fucking proud of yourself. all those years of stalking me and my family finally paid off hm?” he groaned against your ear. the way your pussy was milking him dry was enough to send him into a frenzy.

art should’ve felt bad or even guilty for what he was doing, his wedding ring still being on was a glaring reminder of his promised vows of fidelity but what was a relationship without any secrets?

maybe thats why he was here right now, balls deep inside you. he wanted a secret, something to hold over tashi, drive her insane, make her second guess he ever told her, like he did on that one night in atlanta.

you were too fucked out to respond, your mind becoming hazy with each thrust. you held onto the bathroom wall, desperately attempting to anchor yourself into this reality.

“f-fuck don’t stop.” you shuddered as art kept his brutal unforgiving pace, not paying attention to the banging outside the door.

“is that all you gotta say to me?” he grabbed onto your hips, pulling you flush against him so that you now took every inch of his dick. “c’mon i know you got a bigger vocabulary than that.” he teased, rolling his hips into yours watching your jaw go slack as you became drunk on him.

you whined at the sensation, your wet pussy fluttering around him, making his eyes roll back. “please i-im sorry.” you pleaded, your eyes glossy and filled with lust and need but art wasn’t swayed that easily, so he played dumb.

“sorry for what?” he asked, his hands finding your tits, squeezing them as his fingers rolled over your sensitive nipples, eliciting a mewl from you. he wasn’t gonna last any longer if your cunt kept him prisoner like this.

“f-for harassing you and invading your privacy—shit!” you groaned out as art started to fuck into you again, leaning forward to give you a sloppy, wet kiss. “that’s more like it.” art grunted in your ear, feeling his climax soon approaching.

his strokes were more frantic, less controlled as his hips stuttered with each thrust, the coolness of his wedding band against your hips contrasting with the warmth you both felt building up inside of you both. it was literal bliss.

the knot that was finally building up inside of you finally snapped as you came all over his dick with a cry, slumped over his shoulder. his orgasm slowly approached after, as he came all over your dress.

you both stayed like that for a moment as you tried to regain your breath, your hearts beating in tandem with one another.

the passion filled atmosphere dissipated as you were pulled back into reality, the buzz of chatter outside the door, the click-clack sound of heels entering and leaving the bathroom, the smell of weed and cigarette smoke coming from the window.

art looked like he was mentally somewhere else, maybe the weight of his actions finally settled in. tashi didn’t look like a woman who could stay with a cheater. you weren’t going to wait for him, you already got what you wanted and even more, this night would be enough to satiate you for months.

“you run to the blogs or the press about this and i swear on everything holy and good that i will sue your ass for every penny that you have. you got that?” he was back to his professional tone that had you weak in the knees before leaving the scene of passion soon after.

sure you spent your days talking about him in fanspaces online, speculating about his life but you’d never let this night of passion be shared online. it was too intimate, too personal. despite its brief nature of your encounter it was what tied you together.

you were apart of his life now, whether the memories of tonight that he’d have were good or terrible, you completed your goal. you left a lasting impression on him and would occupy a space in his mind no matter how many times he tried to forget.

people always say to never meet your idols but maybe they’ve never had the chance to fuck them yet.

[fangsandfeels]

Bioware had continuity issues before...

...but with Veiguard, I feel like this time it just didn't care and was in a hurry to bury the DA world as fast as possible, so it could proceed to finishing Mass Effect off the same way.

Spoiler-y nitpicks and thoughts below

Once again, I'm all for the premise of almost none of the higher beings and deities of Thedas being kind or benevolent - and all of them turning out to be not what they seemed or were promised to be.

It fits the undergoing theme of every group in Thedas subtly believing that their true gods will come and fix everything, and every atrocity, every bloodbath, every sacrifice will be worth it. For the plot to take away that hope and expose how deep the wounds go, how absolutely wrecked this world is (and you can never un-wreck it , would have been absolutely logical and very in tune with the general tone of the series.

The Old Gods

If Archdemons contain not the souls of the Old Gods, but the key to the Evanuris mortality, why was Solas mad at the Grey Wardens for killing them? Why did Mythal/Flemeth needed to preserve the soul of an Old God? Wouldn't she, a betrayed and angry goddess, want to sever her traitors' connection to immortality? Instead, she wanted it "a piece of what once was, snatched from the jaws of darkness". Something, that meant to be saved from corruption and destruction. But now Solas dismisses it by saying that Old Gods were never a thing, it has always been the Evanuris using dragons as their conduits and immortality placeholders?

Then why did you give Grey Wardens so much crap for killing these dragons, Solas?!

Yeah, we can argue that Solas was worrying about the Evanuris not being able to sustain the Veil due to losing their immortality, but he was going to bring it down anyways? So what difference would it have made anyways?

Something doesn't add up.

I think, the most logical thing would have been to leave the Old Gods as the raw magic incarnate - truly a relict from the world back when magic was everywhere. So, it would have make sense for Flemeth, Morrigan and Solas want to preserve it - despite all the destructive potential, it has always belonged to this world. It would have also explained why darkspawn need to infect the slumbering Old Gods - as ancient magical beings, they are attuned to the world, and the taint means to exploit that connection.

2. The taint and the Blight

If the taint is the product of the Titan's anger and desire for vengeance...why can Ghila'nain use it like her own personal Play-Doh? I'd imagine, the pure concentration of wrath and anger should be particularly deadly for the Evanuris - because it's directed against them, first and foremost. I don't mind the Titans being as the general source of the plague - it would explain the Deep Roads and darkspawn behavior. A twisted wish to be whole again, an unfulfilled desire to keep fighting - a constant, never-ending call to arms. It also would have been a nice callback to the state of the Mother from Awakening: she woke up only to realize and remember what has been done to her, which broke her mind and made her desperate to either die or return to that mindless state of rage and destruction. So do the Titans feel, knowing they were mutilated and plundered, broken apart, and are in too much pain to ever forgive or know peace.

If Titans were so connected to the physical world, the taint changing everything it touches would have made sense: life itself twisting and contorting into a weapon, against an attacker it can't see or find. This is truly tragic, horrifying and realistic - taint as a wound that cannot heal, that festers, and rots but never closes. It's a very accurate depiction of trauma caused by a genocidal war.

Therefore, it would have made more sense if the Evanuris were fucking terrified of the taint and the darkspawn because of how devastating it was to them and because they had no clue how to destroy it - they could only contain it and hope it works.

Maybe Ghila'nain tried to master it but barely survived and went mad, modifying her body and "perfecting" herself as a result. It would still have been possible to keep her obsessed with taint - mostly out of pure denial that something can be beyond her control as she believes herself to be the Goddess of Creation.

Also, you can still have your scarier version of more active and virulent taint - just make it change in response to the gods appearing in the physical world. Make it spread more actively, make the darkspawn go into frenzy, make it look like the new Blight is starting - but now it's as if blindly searching for something or someone. Wouldn't that be fucking creepy?

Maybe, for the first time in a long while, the South of Thedas isn't the one to take a hit - instead, the darkspawn are flocking to where the gods are.

(Of course, the question is, why the taint doesn't target the elves specifically? Because of them losing their immortality - the taint isn't exactly sentient, so it perceives them as part of physical world)

It would have posed such an interesting and controversial option for the player: to weaponize the Blight to end the gods.

3. Maker

I remember that the developers mentioned that the Maker never meant to be real. It was meant to represent the humanity's ability to believe in a symbol. But the Veilguard's "the legend about the Maker was actually about magister's breaking into the prison made by Solas and accidentally blighting all around the place" is such an underwhelming conclusion. After all, the Ashes of Andraste meant to imply that there is something. That it's not just a collective gaslighting - but something else.

I feel like they could have made so much with it:

In the context of the taint's connection to the Titans, what if Maker has always been somewhat of an emissary of the taint? It was cut off from the dwarves and locked away - but it needed a way out, right? Even subconsciously, it knew that it has to get out. It was the music that kept playing, the song that called. So, it reached out to other beings of the physical world, whispering to them and beckoning them. Andraste, due to probably being a Dream Walker or extremely sensitive to the Fade, caught a glimpse of that events, but was never able to make sense of it, which led her to fill in the gaps, which led to the creation of andrastianism. Therefore, Maker didn't leave the Golden City - once the taint was released, it fulfilled its purpose.

What if Andraste willed the Maker into existence? Since Fade is attuned to people's dreams, thoughts, and inner worlds, maybe Andraste's connection to it was so strong, it channeled her pain, her wish for justice and salvation into a figure that she believed to be the Maker? What if she was even able to perform miracles with the Maker as her avatar, turning people into believers? So, logically, when she died, the Maker stopped responding: she was no longer there to sustain him. No amount of prayers and sermons, of repressions and murders, of crusades and chats would have made the Maker return - because the only person actually capable of that was burned and killed long ago. This would have also explained why some spirits believe in Maker because they saw him in people's dreams - the Maker never existed in any other shape and it couldn't manifest completely because his image differed based on individual person's imagination and convictions.

After all, the true horror of living is realizing that nobody is control. Nobody is coming to fix things for you. There is no hope - only the consequences you are forced to live in.

[whencyclopedia]

Archaeology

Archaeology is a wide subject and definitions can vary, but broadly, it is the study of the culture and history of past peoples and their societies by uncovering and studying their material remains, i.e. tools, ruins, and pottery. Archaeology and history are different subjects but have things in common and constantly work with each other. While historians study books, tablets, and other written information to learn about the past, archaeologists uncover, date, and trace the source of such items, and in their turn focus on learning through material culture.

As much of human history is prehistoric (before written records), archaeology plays an important role in understanding the past. Different environments and climates help or hinder the survival of materials, e.g. papyri can survive thousands of years in the hot and dry desert but would not survive in damp conditions. Waterlogged conditions, such as bogs, can preserve organic material, like wood, and underwater wrecks are also excavated using diving equipment. Working everywhere from digging in the ground to testing samples in laboratories, archaeology is a wide-ranging discipline and has many subsections of expertise. The two rapidly widening areas are experimental archaeology and ethnoarchaeology. Experimental archaeology tries to recreate ancient techniques, such as glass making or Egyptian beer brewing. Ethnoarchaeology is living among modern ethnic communities, with the purpose of understanding how they hunt, work, and live. Using this information, archaeologists hope to better understand ancient communities.

Archaeology of the Past

Archaeology as an academic study, career, and university subject is a fairly recent development. Nevertheless an interest in the past is not new. Humankind has always been interested in its history. Most cultures have a myth or story that explains their foundation and distant ancestors. Ancient rulers have sometimes collected ancient relics or rebuilt monuments and buildings. This can often be seen as political strategy - a leader wanting to be identified with a great figure or civilisation from the past. On the other hand, ancient leaders have also been known for their curiosity and learning. King Nabonidus of Babylon, for example, had a keen interest in the past and investigated many sites and buildings. In one temple, he found the foundation stone from 2200 years before. He housed his finds in a kind of museum at his capital of Babylon. The Roman and Greek historians wrote books about the past, and the stories of famous heroes and leaders have come down to us.

However, modern archaeology, or at least its theories and practice, stem from the antiquarian tradition. In the 17th and 18th centuries CE, wealthy gentleman scholars, or antiquarians as they are also known, began to collect classical artefacts. Fuelled by interest, they began to make some of the first studies of sites like Pompeii and drew ancient monuments in detail. The first scientific excavation has been attributed to Thomas Jefferson (third president of the United States of America) who dug up some of the burial mounds on his property in the state of Virginia, USA. The beginnings of modern field techniques were pioneered by General Augustus Lane-Fox Pitt Rivers, who excavated barrows at Camborne Chase with systematic recording and procedure. In the USA in the 1960s CE, archaeology went through a phase of new theories, often called processual archaeology. This approach has a scientific approach to questions and designs models to suggest answers and test its theories.

Continue reading...

[agrymonia]

another paralive blog aaaaaa yess *huug* ... if possible I would like fluff headcanons for shiki, and bae (separate) about mc fem seeing that they look stressed so she decides to extend her arms so that they can snuggle together like they go to bed on top of her chest while she scratches their head or gently strokes their back ksnsk Thanks in advance <3

notes:

- allen sugasano, anne faulkner, hajun yeon, shiki ando

- warnings: none

Comforting your s/o when they are stressed

Allen

• Allen really enjoys making music, it isn't unusual to catch him stuck to his computer trying new sounds in different softwares or writing down in red ink every verse that comes to his mind.

• But inspiration is not always on his side, and those days when he wasn't struck by it were a little frustrating for him.

• You can tell that he's getting stressed when he's discarding too many papers or scratching written words in his notebook with a little too much strength.

• In moments like that, you would approach him and gently stroke his hair since it never failed to help him feel more relaxed.

• Every time you stroke his hair, he closes his eyes and lets himself take a well-deserved break. Sometimes Allen loses his senses while composing, so you always help him come back to earth.

Anne

• Anne's patience sometimes wears thin pretty quickly.

• Especially when they put a lot of effort into something, only for it to not turn out good enough.

• Things like an outfit they spent a lot of time on not turning quite right can easily frustrate them and will most likely end up with their room filled with different pieces of clothes everywhere.

• And this is your cue to enter the scene.

• Whenever you see Anne too stressed, you surprise them with a comforting backhug, your thumbs softly stroking their stomach.

• Most of the times this act alone will help Anne to calm down, but sometimes it isn't quite enough.

• And in those cases is when you invite them to bed to take a break. If a hug doesn't help, maybe a cuddle session will.

• When cuddling in bed to relieve some stress, Anne is the one hugging you, their head resting on your chest while you stroke their back up and down, which will usually make them fall asleep.

Hajun

• The times Hajun looked upset were rare, not because he doesn't get upset often but because he's usually good at hiding it.

• But even then, he could never fool you. Unfortunately for him, as his partner, you knew him too well.

• As much as Hajun actually loved his teammates, living together with them always gave him one reason or another to be stressed out about.

• More often than not, they would forget to clean or untidy things that were just neatly arranged.

• He should be used to it by now, but when caught in a bad time, things like these can really drive Hajun over the edge.

• When something is wrong, you never fail to notice the way his eyebrows slightly twitch or the subtle change in his voice.

• And before things escalate further you take his hand and guide him to his bed.

• Once there you both sit down next to each other and you offer him your shoulder so he can rest his head to cool down.

• That's the perfect moment to gently play with his hair and leave small kisses at the top of his head, it always helps him to stay grounded.

Shiki

• Even though his confidence had significantly improved lately, your boyfriend has always been a bit of a nervous wreck.

• Which means that it isn't weird to find him stressing out or getting anxious over different things.

• Sometimes is school, sometimes is work, sometimes is socializing and sometimes it is cause of the awful trap reactions.

• But whatever is the source of his stress you will be there to comfort him when it's needed.

• When things get too hard you invite Shiki to lie down in bed with you, encouraging him to rest his head on your chest so you can softly run your fingers through his hair to help him calm down.

• While snuggling sometimes you whisper sweet words to him, reaffirming that everything will get solved soon and things will be fine.

• Shiki always feels the safest with you, he knows that if you're around things will truly be okay.

[talessculpted]

@snkts || plotted starter

Ultron was dead. But the fight was far from over.

Ultra City was still under siege, with the drones attacking scavengers and searching for 'variants': mutants, aliens, anyone who didn't fit the mold of what Ultron believed a human should be. Hawkeye said that just Ultra City had around ten thousand drones doing Ultron's binding, and on top of that Tony had informed them of the fact that Asia was still under attack as well— that could mean another ten thousand drones, or more...

The Hulk and Betty were gone, Thor —while he had helped Torunn— was being otherwise unhelpful with all this, Vision was only a head, and with his armor wrecked back in Ultra City, Tony was just a man with a heart condition.

They needed help, and they needed it fast.

For now, they had returned to their safe haven in the Arctic circle. Repairing the damage and expanding the dome so that people from all over the world could be brought there and hide from the drones. Privacy had gone from something the kids took for granted to a privilege. Mostly, James managed to find some privacy in the late hours of the night.

He had always been a night owl. But tonight, he stayed awake with a purpose.

While his father, from how Tony and even Ultron spoke of him, was more of the hopeful type. His mother had prepared for the worst. She left behind a crate of things: a gun, his black leather jacket that he wore everywhere he went, and pictures. So many pictures. Of him, of her and his father. All except for one: a picture of his mother standing beside a stocky, dark haired man who James hadn't ever seen before. On the back of the picture, his mother had written: "If you ever need help, find him."

"Jocasta."

"Yes, James?" the disembodied, feminine yet artificial voice replied.

"What can you tell me about this man?"

He held the picture up, allowing the AI to scan it. There was a moment of silence that left James bouncing his leg, picking at the seams of his jeans and pulling at the thin threads he managed to loosen. Until, finally, Jocasta spoke up:

"Codename: Wolverine," she started. "Canadian male. Former member of the mutant group known as the X-Men. Veteran in multiple wars. Status..." another long pause. "Unknown."

James straightened up on his seat. "Unknown?" he repeated. "So he is not dead?"

And so James went down a rabbit hole, trying to track down a man who hadn't been seen in over a decade, a man he only knew through a picture his mother had left behind for him before being killed by Ultron, a man who —for all James knew—, could be dead. Before he knew it, he was back on the ship, having left behind a note to tell the others that he would be back, and with only a guestimate of this Wolverine's whereabouts.

James had grown up in an oasis in the middle of the Arctic circle, visited Ultra City, then traveled the middle of nowhere in the desert thanks to Dr. Banner, but he hadn't ever been to a place quite like this.

Vision was right, the Wildlands weren't all bad. Miles and miles of green as far as the eye could see. Frok above, James thought it was all grass. Once the ship landed, he realized it was all trees. A seemingly endless forest. Seemed like a fitting place to find a wolverine— hopefully, it would be the Wolverine he was looking for, and not the bad tempered animal.

His father's shield, once used to block attacks from all sorts of enemies, now worked to shield him from the sun that filtered through the leaves above.

Jocasta said this guy was a mutant with enhanced senses. He hoped she was right.

"Wolverine!" he yelled, hands cupping his mouth to produce a louder sound. "Come on out, I need your help!"

It wasn't a plan. But this place was huge, what else was he supposed to do?

He was so focused on this mission, on finding his family help, it didn't even cross his mind that some of Ultron's drones might have been lured to the area, following the energy source of his ship.

[corvidares]

miles and polly (yes, the parrot)

inspired by this lovely art of the two, and the artist’s tags! please show it some love :)

okay SO while i love the idea of miles adopting polly after he’s acquitted, in reality i think he’s poorly suited to parrot ownership source: my personal, pretty extensive knowledge of parrots from years of research and firsthand experiences

this post will have three parts: one, why he’s not suited. two, what fictional “species” polly is. and three! a fun scenario i propose instead of him adopting her

parrots are very demanding pets because theyre essentially wild animals. people have to have a pretty specific disposition in order to fit the bill, and while these people DO exist, theyre not very common. most people just cant, or shouldnt, have parrots

this is all to say, miles is not the suitable type. of course how one interprets and characterizes him may change this slightly, but not enough to make a difference imo.  in canon, he’s a giant stick in the mud (said with as much affection as possible) and i personally hc him as being autistic.  to elaborate, the first point of parrots: VOLUME.

miles can handle volume in court because hes used to it, and because he gets very in the zone while prosecuting. it’s expected, and if it gets VERY loud it definitely won’t be pleasant for him, but he can keep it together. however at home and in his office, he appreciates quiet. noise can overstimulated him somewhat easily.

parrots are always talking, yelling, screaming, squawking, singing, etc. that’s just a fact. there is no such thing as a quiet bird. in the game, polly only speaks if spoken to, but this is (obviously) not realistic at all. she is LOUD and she has things to SAY.

point 2: MESSINESS

all pets are messy to some degree, but parrots are UP there on the list. between pooping every 15 minutes, (yes, thats a real number) chewing on everything they can get their beak on, and loose feathers + dandruff getting everywhere.. they are chaotic little guys.

i picture miles as someone who likes things having their place and his spaces being neat + consistent. don’t get me wrong, i dont think he’s a complete neat freak: he may leave out his tea cup sometimes, or some books stacked on a table. but generally speaking i think he’d be pretty upset at a parrot wrecking havoc in his space - destroying furniture, knocking shit over, etc. which is fair! and the bigger a bird is, the more they can do (though the little ones would probably surprise you)

point 3: TRAVELING

miles canonically travels a lot, and often internationally. even if he fit every other checkbox for having a bird, this alone would disqualify him. while parrots can travel out of necessity (long distance adoption, moving) its not something they can do casually at all. theyre too highly strung and sensitive to changes in the air and in their environment in general. they also usually dont like strangers. so its not just a matter of getting a pet sitter. besides, miles doesnt just travel but moves between countries frequently. its far from ideal.

so, he’s not fit to be a parrot owner. fine. but where does that leave polly after miles is acquitted?

well.. miles has a big heart. even if animals/pets arent especially his thing (besides the fanon of him getting a borzoi dog, which you can rip from my cold dead hands) he does care for them. he’s not heartless! polly is a victim in that situation just as he was, and so he sees it as his responsibility to help her find a new home.

so instead, i propose that miles fosters polly for some time while the local parrot shelter finds a suitable placement (realistically a shelter would Not let someone with zero experience foster but shh this is for funsies)

they recover and start healing from the trauma they share, together

as i wrote this post i started writing a fic of this concept so hopefully i finish that lol

[melkyt]

Serial Killer Durgetash AU, - Contains Canon Typical Violence.

Gortash as the overworked college student getting an engineering robotics degree while working a job or two. He is stressed, depressed and well dressed.

One of his favorite things to do is learning about true crime whenever he is doing anything, usually listening to it while he goes from work to school and back again.

This man does not drive, even if he has a license. This man can not afford a car, so he uses his college given bus pass to travel around the city, which goes into some unsavory neighborhoods. Considering he grew up in the area, he is not worried about getting into trouble even at night. This is his city, and one day, he will be in charge of it.

That is why Gortash finds himself wandering the street after a late shift, headphones in and oblivious to the world. Listening to a podcast about a killer that is active, not quite registering that they are in his city and that dark-haired college students are the killers type. *wink*

Gortash too tired to register that he took the wrong turn on his usual path and turns down into an alleyway far from any semblance of civilization, only to see a person holding a bloddy dripping knife over a crying man.

Now he is not a stranger to death or violence, so it doesnt wuite phase him. He looks arouns, takes off his headphones and goes "Sorry my mistake, continue" Turns around and leaves.

Durge is immediately fascinated at such a nonchalant reaction. They have been discovered before but they always screamed or froze. They always enjoyed chasing them down to watch them beg for their lives. Never has one just shrugged and moved. They cant leave the current victim, not being done with the carving of the body. Yet they memorize everything they can about the stranger, from what little they saw in the dark.

Durge wanders the area until they saw Gortash stumbling home, them stalking him with the eager determination of a predator, showing up at college or at his work, learning his routine, and getting absolutely obsessed with the man.

They decide to play with Gortash, making the man paranoid as they stalk him everywhere, getting close enough to touch only to dissapear when he tries to look for the source in the crowd.

Gortash is always aware he is being watched, that his home is not safe as Durge starts to leave him little souvenirs or money. Something that he desperately needs but feels anxious about taking.

When Gortash is an absolute mental wreck, Durge making their move, breaking into his apartment and waiting for him to come back, setting up a little horror game that they have been itching to play.

Durge expecting Gortash to run, hide through out the apartment complex and play along eith the hunt.

Gortash is way too tired to deal with all that. He has not exercised once in his life, and he is not about to start now by running from the athletic creature that is durge. "Kill me if you want, but get it over with," He huffs "Otherwise I have a test to study for" Trying to sound as though he is not afraid of being killed and forgotten in this dead-end apartment

Durge disappointed as they dont want Grotash to just be chill with it. They thought that they had pushed him to the edge of breaking. Though they do notice that their is a tremor to his voice, they know that they are getting to him.

They decide that it is more effort than its worth to get him. There are actual targets that they have to take out. Enough of acting on their whims, so they leave.

Gortash, so used to having them watch him, starts to miss it. So, on his usual walk, he decides to go to the alleyway where they save each other that first night. He doesn't know what he is looking for, or even why. Something about Durge felt like a familiar comfort, a foolish thought, but one Gortash can't shake.

As he wanders, he runs into a group doing some illegal 'nobody can know' type of deal. He tries to talk his way out of it but gets a thrashing, broken nose and a few broken ribs, but he manages to survive as something interrupted them. He makes it to a hospital, cursing himself for being an idiot and ending up in more debt.

Durge gets wind of this, tracka down those that hurt Gortash, kills them and takes their heads just so when they go to visit Gortash, they can have another souvenir go present to the object of their obsession.

Gortash is equal parts impressed and disgusted that they mamaged to sneak in with the heads into the hospital and says that he would have much preferred money. Durge nods and casually says they will pay everything if Gortash agrees to be theirs.

Gortash scoffs and refuses, that is, until he sees the bill. There is more money that he will ever see in his lifetime, even if he lands a great job right out of college. Reluctantly, he agrees, deciding that he can figure a way to get out of it later.

Durge, taking him home to the very outskirts of the city, showing Gortash the mansion and all its pleasures and then just leaving him alone.

Gortash very confused at why they did all this, then left him to his own devices for weeks while he recovered and focused on keeping up with his college classes.

Durge coming back worse fo wear, a cut lip and a black eye. Gortash thinks a kill went wrong, but Durge tells him no, instead that their Father disagreed with allowing Gortash to live and letting him live in the mansion, but its fine now.

Gortash expecting some sort of favors he will have to carry out, sexual or otherwise only for Durge just come in at very random times of the day to take a shower and get clean clothes as theirs are always bloodsoaked. Them judt lounge around with Gortash and ask him about his life. There's nothing like the killer or stalker Gortash had gotten used to. Durge feeling more like a big house cat that marches to their own drum and likes to cuddle.

Life is peaceful, and he settles in to lviing the goodlife for once. Even if it is with a person that is reasonably dangerous and could turn at any moment, he still feels safe.

[ninjadeathblade]

Moulin Rouge Discotrain AU (part twenty nine)

Summary: (Post-game canon) The Conductor and DJ Grooves agree to finally work on a movie together. They come up with 'Moulin Rouge', a musical drama filled with romance. Over time the two directors grow closer and discover that maybe they don't hate each other as much.

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Word count: 1,471

Warnings: Blood, being sick, Snatcher has trauma

Author's notes: Another Snatcher and Empress chapter! I love them, they're such good friends. Plus I missed Snatcher so he gets to be back. Dude got traumatised and I will explain more about that in the spinoff I'll write for him. Anyway, enjoy!

Snatcher gagged, retching into a plant pot.

Bubbling, black ooze burnt away at the greenery as Snatcher leant against the hallway wall.

He matched the darkness he supposed, even with blood smeared across his slight frame.

The yellow bird that ran past him didn't even notice him.

Snatcher watched the owl go.

“I thought everyone was meant to be filming,” Snatcher murmured, forcing himself forward.

He snapped his fingers, the doors in front of him opening.

"Kid, what's going on?” Snatcher asked the nearest owl.

“Mr. Snatcher! You're- you're back! I'm sorry, Mr. Grooves and Mr. Conductor are out right now,” Owlice greeted him.

“Anyone else with authority?” Snatcher questioned, hand moving to his side as something felt like it was freezing there.

The ghost let out a low string of curses as he gestured at it, a few sparks of magic curling towards the patch before disintegrating.

“You look like even more of a mess than Conductor did.”

Snatcher looked up at Empress, a sharp comeback on the edge of his tongue.

He bent over again, regurgitating another bubbling pile of ooze.

"Ugh, maybe that wasn't a sharp comeback on the edge of my tongue,” Snatcher said, kicking some of it under a nearby set of seats. “I'm not cleaning that up.”

“You're a wreck right now, what happened?” Empress asked, walking over and slinging one of his arms around her shoulders.

“Vanessa. Vanessa happened,” Snatcher grumbled, sagging more of his weight against the cat.

“Scram, bird. Tell everyone to go home and come back after the weekend,” Empress instructed.

Owlice nodded and walked away.

“Aren't you guys meant to be filming?” Snatcher questioned.

“Technically yes. But there's a possible development between the two idiots in love who run this place, so I'm sure no one minds us taking a little time off,” Empress explained.

“You mean they're finally-” Snatcher broke off in a fit of coughs.

“Chill it or I will knock you out. I can't have you spewing creepy nightmare goop everywhere,” Empress replied.

“Sorry,” Snatcher wheezed.

"Now. I'm going to take you back to my place in the metro. And we are going to stay there until you feel well again,” Empress explained. “Got that?”

“Okay.”

“And you're not going to complain about it,” Empress instructed. “And I will kick you out if you throw up on my furniture.”

“Sure.”

Snatcher blinked, looking around the room.

“Good. You're awake.”

He looked over at Empress, scrolling on her phone.

The cat was slouched across an armchair, legs hanging over one arm with her back propped against the other.

“Where am I?” Snatcher asked, memory hazy.

“My place in the metro. I told you I was taking you there,” Empress replied, gaze flicking over to him. “You're really sick, aren't you?”

Snatcher nodded meekly.

“You're not going to get much better, are you?” Empress gently prompted, putting her phone down in her lap.

“I don't know what she did. But I feel so weak. I haven't eaten in so long,” Snatcher cried, a couple amber coloured drops hitting his body. “I’m so cold. I've always been cold because of how I died but this is different. I can't feel heat from anything anymore.”

Empress' tail thrashed slightly, hitting the floor.

“What do you need to eat?”

“Souls. I'm out of them though, I depleted my sources when I-”

Visions flashed through his mind of his fight with Vanessa.

He pushed them away, trying to block them out.

“Anyway, I can't start healing without souls. And I used up the last of my power getting to the studio,” Snatcher finished defeatedly.

Empress crossed the room and leaned over him, something akin to worry staining her features.

"Listen here!” Empress growled. “I'm going to go find some sad nobodies who are willing to trade their souls in. And you're going to take those souls and get better. Got that?”

Snatcher nodded again as she stood back up.

He knew she was trying to be caring but she had a weird way of showing it.

“Can't believe I have to babysit everyone. I had to beat some sense into Conductor and now I have to stop you from dying.”

“Actually-”

“Oh shut up,” Empress interrupted, ears bent back over her head as her tail whipped back and forth.

Empress watched wide-eyed as Snatcher healed his wounds.

Her pupils were bloated as she stared at the sparkling magic.

“Thank you. For what you did,” Snatcher whispered, biting back a whimper of pain as another cold shock went through his side.

Empress blinked, seemingly snapping out of her stupor.

“It's fine. You would do the same for me.” She shrugged, moving Snatcher's legs out the way to sit beside him on the sofa.

He lay his legs back on top of her lap as she scrolled on her phone.

“We could make a contract, you know. I could get the cops off of your back,” Snatcher suggested.

His friendship with Empress felt like all he had left sometimes.

He didn't want to lose her due to something stupid, like her committing crimes.

“Eventually, yes.” The corner of her mouth twitched into a smile. “That would be nice.”

Snatcher took a break from weaving magic into his wounds, staring at the cat.

There was something about her that screamed fake. Like she wasn't as mean as she made herself out to be, or that she was kind of sick of everything.

“You know, you're not as scary as you think you are,” Snatcher said, resting his head against the plush pillows on the back of the sofa.

Empress' tail twitched and she quickly scratched behind her ear.

“I'm the most notorious criminal in the world. My name strikes fear into people - the police wouldn't dare try and shut me down for good,” Empress replied coldly.

“Not after the movie comes out it won't,” Snatcher reminded.

Empress took a deep breath, casting him a tired look.

“What are you trying to get out of this?” She sighed.

"What were you like as kid? I mean, what did you even do before the metro was built?” Snatcher questioned.

“The metro has always existed, even if it wasn't a metro at the time. I made my money through dirty work, same as I do now. The only differences were my looks and my name,” Empress started.

“Emily was an idealistic idiot. She thought that if she tried hard enough, things would change. But they never have, and never will. The metro will always be an area of power struggle.”

Empress stared off into the distance, eyes absent.

“Emily had friends. Emily was never going to be a leader with connections like that. Emily had to cut herself off, especially when things started going badly,” the cat spat. “Emily was a fool and a weakling. Emily still misses her friends.”

“But Empress…”

Her claws dug into the fabric of her coat, ripping the red, velvety pattern.

“Heh, Empress honed her skills. Empress is a master of deception and sleight of hand. Empress was not afraid to take what should rightfully be hers. She fought her way up from the bottom and she'll be damned if she doesn't stay at the top!”

Snatcher reached over and gently pulled her claws out of her coat.

"You know, I don't actually remember my name,” he said quietly. “I remember Vanessa's. I remember I was a prince and I was studying law to become a lawyer. I remember the incident that led to my death. I remember what it was like before, when we were still in love.”

Empress looked over at him, fur standing on end, pupils narrowed.

“But there's not much aside from that. Guess that was part of the curse. But I don't really care to remember. I like the life I lead as ‘The Snatcher’.” He laughed bitterly. “I don't think what happened before really matters though. Sure, I miss whatever it might have been. But at the same time, I've got so much more power. So who cares about before! What we have now is better.”

Empress retracted her claws.

“I didn't realise you were one for making big speeches,” Empress teased.

“Yeah, well, I had to learn that when-” the ghost paused as something in his stomach rolled.

“Not good.”

Empress dashed across the room, wrenching a window open.

“Not in my home!” She screeched.

Snatcher rushed over to the window, recoiling slightly at the icy jab of pain that crept through him as he threw up again.

"I'm calling Grooves. I'll take time off til you feel well again,” Empress sighed, patting him on the back.

“Thanks,” Snatcher croaked, another violent shiver going through him.

“I'll pick you up a hoodie when I buy myself dinner this evening.”

“You're a good friend.”

"Yeah, whatever.”

[firewoodfigs]

Hey I'm actually taking you up on the Asian film recommendations. Any genre except outright horror is a go! (:

You've come to the right person (I abhor horror and would never recommend that to anyone)! <3

I will preface this by saying that everyone should watch Fullmetal Alchemist if they haven't already LOL it truly the best anime ever. 10 stars for Arakawa! My second-ranked anime is Naruto, but Kishimoto's depictions of females is laughable at best and downright sexist at worst lmao. I recently binged Spy x Family too, which I really enjoyed!

Off the top of my head, some recommendations I have are:

Ghibli films (⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ for all tbh, Ghibli never disappoints): Kiki's Delivery Service Whisper of the Heart Howl's Moving Castle Spirited Away Castle in the Sky and the usual suspects :) honorary mention goes to Kimi no na Wa because I was a total wreck on the plane watching that show (and I got to visit the iconic staircase irl that inspired that scene this year, which was a real treat!).

Dramas: 花より男子 Hana Yori Dango (aka Boys Over Flowers; there are also Korean and Taiwanese adaptations of the same) ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Goong/Princess Hours (a real Korean classic, also the cast is so attractive) ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ King of Baking 🍞🍞🍞🍞🍞 Vagabond (not horror, but there are elements of thriller! the budget for this was insane lmao and it had me so on edge I had to go through the episodes at 1.5x speed hahaha) ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Witch at Court ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Business Proposal (had such a fun time bingeing this one with @tsaritsa) ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Familiar Wife ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Extraordinary Attorney Woo ⭐️⭐️⭐️ Shooting Stars (the male lead is so my type lmao) ⭐️⭐️⭐️ Little Women (both the movie directed by Greta Gerwig, and the k-drama that came out not too long ago haha!!) ⭐️⭐️⭐️

Tearjerkers (includes both films and dramas; this is going to be a long list because this is my ultimate guilty pleasure):

Japanese *1リットルの涙 1 Litre of Tears (warning: the title lives up to its name. make sure tissues are accessible at all times) ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Midnight Sun (there is a drama and movie available; the drama lead is played by YUI, who sang FMA's 'Again'!) ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Koizora (translates to 'Sky of Love') ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ My Rainy Days ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Korean A Millionaire's First Love ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ No Breathing (my friend and I walked out of the cinema drenched in tears lmao the actors really ate and left no crumbs) ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Beethoven's Virus (@nightofnyx8 I feel like you would love this, plus the OST makes me cry every time...) ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ 200 Pounds Beauty ⭐️⭐️⭐️

Taiwanese 那些年 (Na Xie Nian / Those Bygone Years -- I think the official English title was 'The Apple of my Eye') ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Our Times / 我的少女時代 ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

As an aside, the movie adaptation of Rurouni Kenshin was actually stellar and the only film adaptation of anime that I personally deem acceptable (let's not talk about the FMA movies... 😂). Another one that will always hold dear to my heart is Final Fantasy VII: Advent Children (Cloud was my very first kid-crush before I even knew what that was lmao).

I'm sure everyone has heard of Everything Everywhere All at Once by now -- that was truly spectacular and wacky, I loved it!

Lowkey obliged to recommend Crazy Rich Asians since it was filmed in my hood, but if I'm being brutally honest this movie was probably a 5/10 at best for my bf and I lol, I personally preferred Baz Luhrmann's The Great Gatsby (10 ⭐️s from me). Speaking of Constance Wu, Fresh Off the Boat was really funny (also available on Disney+ I think)!

Most of these should be available on Netflix, if not Youtube/other random online sources should work (and generally have subtitles as well)! Most if not all of the above have AMAZING OSTs as well :')

Happy watching, dearest! 💕 and of course if anyone has any further recs feel free to drop them :)

[machihunnicutt]

HELLO!

I said I'd do this, so I'm following through. I have no more baby it's you for you this week, but I thought I'd talk a little about some of my sources/inspiration/post fic thoughts in case anyone was curious (and also because I'm knee deep in the post fic blues 🫠). All of that is under the cut:

Firstly, here are the two playlists I've made for the series:

for both sides now

and for baby it's you

I'm very drawn to songs/lyrics (if it was not already clear from these fic titles), but for baby it's you in particular I spent a lot of time listening to both big dramatic breakup songs AND yearning/reunion/wedding songs. Here are some of my favorite/most relevant lyrics:

“Down on My Knees” - Bread (very BJ, to me)

“Darling Be Home Soon” - The Lovin’ Spoonful (extremely beejhawk, to me)

Secondly, I love movies lol...

From chapter 1:

[BJ] had a daughter about to start college, a mostly renovated house in Maine that was starting to feel like his, a comfortable position at a city hospital, and a fiancé who loved him. (Hawk liked the word fiancé. He always drew it out when he said it, brandishing his ring finger like he was Barbra Streisand in Funny Girl and had some big rock on his hand instead of a simple gold band).

This performance is very Hawkeye to me. (The drama, the lounging, the jokes...finally got a guy to marry me!) Idk what else tell you besides I adore this movie.

Obligatory Judy Garland section...

From chapter 2:

“Yes. Coincidentally I’m also all nose and all eyes and all heart and all brain,” Hawkeye said. He drew his blanket tighter around himself and put his hands nearer to the stove.  “Are you going to lead me down the yellow brick road, darling?” Trapper said, smiling wide. Hawkeye shrugged. “If I could find it I would,” he said. 

And more Wizard of Oz in chapter 7:

“You know that scene in The Wizard of Oz where the scarecrow’s been tied up on a post for so long that the second he’s cut loose and tries to walk he falls over?” Hawkeye said.  “Uh huh,” Trapper said.  “The OR is my corn field, so to speak,” Hawkeye said. 

Transformative journey/quest to a city of bright lights & colors??? Where you discover home & belonging in the people around you??? Featuring beejhawk signature color red???

And one more (more Judy, different movie) from chapter 7:

“You mean St. Louis,” BJ said.  He’d seen it on a double date in college, just after New Year’s. He’d gotten a little teary eyed during the song at the end, and when Judy Garland’s sister, devastated by the prospect of moving, sobs, and wrecks all the snowmen in the yard. Judy chases her down to console her. We could be happy anywhere, as long as we’re together. That’s what she says. That’s the part that made him feel like crying. Leo teased him about it.

This is the scene he's talking about.

The other movie in chapter 7:

“I mean Las Vegas. Meet Me in Las Vegas. You took me to see it. I remember because we left Erin with Susan Meyers’ girl, Olivia? And she spilled soda all over my nice table cloth,” Peg said. “Oh,” BJ said, distracted. He sipped his drink. It was beer. He was taking it slow. He wasn’t going to do something stupid like get drunk and make a scene. They weren’t near the bar, but he couldn’t help but scan the crowds anyway, looking and listening for Hawk. “It’s about a rancher and a ballerina. The rancher is a gambler, but he doesn’t have any luck until he meets her. Every time they hold hands, he wins big,” Peg said.

This one is on YouTube! And there's lots of handholding!

Thirdly, books:

From chapter 9:

Hawkeye had friends everywhere, and a couple were up to date on the gay bar scene in Las Vegas. One of his old med school pals worked in a hospital out here and said that if they couldn’t make it to the big three Vegas gay spots, they’d better at least go to Le Café. 

I am not much of a researcher, but I did refer to Out of the Neon Closet: Queer Community in the Silver State by Dennis McBride & the accompanying photo book LGBTQ Las Vegas for information about Vegas' gay bar scene. Here's more info about/photos of Le Café.

AND:

Erin, Benny, & Fern's summer escapades (and Benny's character in particular) were inspired in part by A Separate Peace (which I believe I've referenced in fic before?? Someday I'll stop, but today's not that day). Here are some Benny & Erin related lines:

From chapter 3:

The mother blinked at Benny. He was striking, Erin reasoned, when you first got a look at him: shock of red hair, perpetually windswept, splatter of freckles over his face and up his arms, emerald green eyes, thick, expressive eyebrows, lopsided nose, deep, rolling, voice that didn’t have any note of falsity. Benny was a senior counselor, which meant he was older, and in charge of the junior counselors. He was 20. All of the female junior counselors had crushes on him, according to Fern, who was surprised when Erin admitted that she thought Benny was plenty nice and smart, but he didn’t make her heart pound. The male junior counselors resented him, and the envious masses spread rumors.  One such rumor was that Benny was a homosexual.

And from A Separate Peace:

From chapter 6:

She thought, floating on her back, that maybe this was one of those formative experiences everyone was always telling her about. Her teeth chattered, and Benny was laughing loudly from the shore, despite the fact that he’d been telling her that it was imperative that they keep quiet. Erin wondered if Hawkeye had ever had a summer like this, or Dad, or Mom, or Margaret: a summer where it felt like everyone was against you, and you couldn’t be bothered to care. 

And from A Separate Peace, again:

I think about this passage constantly 😀‼️

COOL! That's all I wanted to say. Thanks for reading. Peace, love, MASH, etc. <3

[curtwilde]

i hope bangdleshi hindus will filed lawsuit against opindia for misinformation

Don't get me wrong here, but a lot of the violence against Bangladeshi Hindus did happen. It doesn't matter who did it, but the fact remains that it happened and the army and interim government failed to protect its minorities, despite its promises. I have seen enough video evidence from sources I trust + first hand accounts from people I know personally. Rahul Anand and Ritwik Ghatak's homes were set on fire just because of their names and religious identities, despite everything they have done for their country. Many hindu citizens are still filed as missing (and are probably dead). Many others came over to Kolkata here temporarily, because religious zealots are everywhere regardless of religion, and throughout the history of Bangladesh Hindus have always been the first victims whenever any political upheaval has wrecked the country, regardless of whether they have a political interest or not.

Sanghi media took advantage of the situation for their own hindu fundamentalist agendas, it is true, and in many cases circulated misinformation and videos from other conflicts as violence against Bangladeshi Hindus. The best we can do is report these articles whenever we come across them, as I have done. But that does not erase the truth of persecution of Bangladeshi Hindus.

Religion and religious fundamentalism has destroyed this subcontinent from the inside but if we are to keep some hope in ourselves and keep on living, we must stand against it whenever we come across, regardless of religion.

Fortunately, just like here in India as I and many others will do for our Muslim friends, there are many, many Muslim citizens in Bangladesh who will lay their lives down to protect their Hindu brothers and sisters, and I can only hope that we will always outnumer the fundamentalists and extremists by far.

[cuveeblog]

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[shawnjacksonsbs]

I'm going to start by saying I'm still going to post my entry and the video as I had planned to, but . . .

I have to add, that this evening I got a call that one of my older boys was in a terrible car wreck and that he was in the hospital.

Of course we headed out.

The whole way my head was reelin'. Is it just human nature to assume the worst in situations like this? Several actual worse case scenarios played out in my mind.

I still feel like I could throw up my heart at any second.

What if, what if, what if, what if.

. . .

What now?

He's ok.

He's probably not going to feel ok physically, mentally, or emotionally for a while, but he is.

If you're my people, and you know if you are, I just need you to be ok. Make good choices and be ok. Ok???

If you're not my people, well, I want the same for you guys, but it's just on a different level. Lol no lol

Everything below this is the entry I had written and planned out. I just had to get that out my head.

He's ok.

I'm still sick about it.

If you pray, please pray. Otherwise please keep him in your heart and in your positive thoughts.

~

Yeah.

Let's call this one

the REINS of TERROR,

because the ones holding them probably aren't who you think they are anyway. 11-4-23

""" Hawkeye : War isn't Hell. War is war, and Hell is Hell. And of the two, war is a lot worse.

Father Mulcahy : How do you figure, Hawkeye?

Hawkeye : Easy, Father. Tell me, who goes to Hell?

Father Mulcahy : Sinners, I believe.

Hawkeye : Exactly. There are no innocent bystanders in Hell. War is chock full of them - little kids, cripples, old ladies. In fact, except for some of the brass, almost everybody involved is an innocent bystander. """

I don't normally attach my entries to videos. I've attached to a few pics or memes over the years, but this one . . .moved me, enough.

Now remember kids,

in real life,

"outta sight, outta mind" makes it too easy and way too comfortable to choose a side in a conflict you probably don't truly know much about.

Aside from what the media feeds ya, and then depending on your left or right wing news sources that lean their program in "your direction.". . .what???

It's this kinda shit that makes it hard for me to respect your politics and religion. I struggle with the little beauty I do find in it.

I just wanna scream fuck your religion and god damn your politics. If this is what comes from your side, try again.

You best be the gold standard for your cause, because this isn't ok.

AT ALL!

What about his fucking side??

I'd fight a side I agree with to protect the innocent.

I'd probably fight you to keep this boy out of harms way.

We are always involved in different conflicts, as a country, that we shouldn't be in, or choosing a side instead of forcing an end.

Is it a for profit war (?) hmm,

or are we scared to shut it all down because it's all sacred ground or whatever the fuck?

Repeatedly throughout my life, we rarely handle conflicts abroad in ways that make sense for anyone besides a few politicians, a few military leaders, and, I'd imagine, several of the rich and elite.

People aren't pawns on a chess board.

I'll never get over how innocent civilian casualties are statistically calculated, and they put a % on how many are acceptable losses. That's not just our country either, that's everywhere.

As our politicians in the House approve over 14 BILLION in military aid.

Aren't we still the world's #1 super power? Why aren't we . . .just stopping it.

Now, go ahead and bring your little bit of noise.

#damntheman at home or abroad

#killin'inthenameof

#fuckyourside, weak ass side anyways

Loving and caring will always be harder and the true path for the hero(s).

When I say share your LOVE and laughter with the WORLD, who the fuck is it, exactly, that you think I'm talking about?

Until next week, and just so there's no confusion;

"Do unto others, as you would have them do unto you."

(Others means: anyone not you, anyone not like you, everyone else)""

Perspective growth is knowing that my son laying up in the hospital and this little boy in the video have each enhanced my emotional range for the other.

Quite a bit, if I'm being honest. This happens to me more frequently these days than it ever used to. Js

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Tokyo Revengers: Hybrid Au Info [03]

Next up are the reptiles! There are four of them in this post, and lskjsh the reptile species are always fun. Lots of mean things I can inflict on them. XD

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 4] [Part 5] [Part 6]

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Ryuuguji Ken — Bearded Dragon

Physical

Long, somewhat stiff, scaly tail that curls up when he’s excited. It’s an easy “tell” for certain emotions. 

Patches of scales all over his body, most notable around the tailbone/groin area and lower back, around where his tail starts, with more scattered ones almost everywhere else. These patches naturally shed from time to time, which is a highly uncomfortable process. 

Spines along his chin and throat; they normally lay smooth and aren’t too noticeable, but they’ll flare out when he’s startled or agitated. 

Hemipenes hidden in a small, horizontal slit on the pelvic area. They’re normally contained, but emerge in response to arousal— or sometimes when he’s just warm and comfortable. 

Behavioral

Drawn to heat sources— not only are they extremely comfortable, a lack of warmth wrecks his ability to function. He’ll end up dull, slow, and miserable if he doesn’t maintain a decent body temperature, and he can’t do that well without an external heat source. 

Can be somewhat territorial, especially around other male hybrids. The closer to his species they are, the worse the behavior gets.

The process of shedding scales is absolutely miserable. He’ll be uncomfortable and agitated for a few days surrounding the shed... and would appreciate help more than he wants to admit.

Slight burrowing instinct. When he’s too cold or feeling unwell, the urge to bundle up somewhere small and enclosed gets stronger.

. . .

Mitsuya Takashi — Reticulated Python

Physical

Snake tail in addition to human legs. Tail length is the same as his full height, but starting from the tailbone. The scales on it are dark-colored and patterned in complex shapes and layers of color. 

Scales starting from around the tailbone/groin region. More scales are on his back (especially the lower back) and stomach, slowly fading into patches as they creep up. There are patches on his upper body and face/neck as well, but they’re smaller and more dispersed. 

The scales along the anterior body side, joints, and inner legs/arms are lighter and softer, while the rest are varying darker hues. 

Slightly forked tongue and sharp teeth, with notable, fang-like canines. Fangs lack venom. 

Behavioral

Needs a lot of heat to stay functional. As a tropical species hybrid, he’s made for hot weather and will suffer in anything else. Gets disoriented, sluggish, and weak when exposed to cold for too long. 

Attracted to heat sources... like warm-blooded humans. He doesn’t get physical contact often, but those rare times are greatly appreciated.

His scales shed from time to time, and those times are utter misery. Lacking proper heat and humidity, the sheds are a slow, painful process that leaves him uncomfortable and agitated for days. Expects the sheds to be nothing but awful, by now.

Has a habit of his tail curling around anything within reach. The grip is tighter when he’s nervous, and more “clingy” when he’s relaxed.

. . .

Haitani Ran — Black Mamba

Physical

Snake tail, starting from his tailbone, in addition to human legs. The tail is longer than his full height and fairly slender. The scales on it are dark, gunmetal gray with a purplish sheen. 

There are patches of scales all over his body, larger and more prominent the closer they are to where his tail starts. They go all the way to his face and lower limbs, but those patches are smaller and more dispersed.

Most of his scales are the same dark, purplish gray as the upper side of his tail, but the ones on his stomach and throat are paler and softer. 

The inside of his mouth is black, and he has a slightly forked tongue and notable fangs. Produces venom. 

Behavioral

While he seems relaxed, any perceived threat quickly provokes a violent reaction. Humans have treated him like he’s a permanent threat, and the constant rough handling has made his instinctive skittishness much, much worse. 

Because of his venom, he’s usually kept muzzled to prevent bites— he’s done it before, with unpleasant results.

Needs a lot of heat to be comfortable and functional, and is very much not getting that. Perpetually feeling chilled, lethargic, and vulnerable doesn’t help his aggression issues. 

He can pretend to be friendly, but it doesn’t last long. He and his brother are horribly unused to anyone but each other.

. . .

Haitani Rindou — Black Mamba

Physical

Snake tail, starting from his tailbone, in addition to human legs. The tail is longer than his full height and fairly slender. The scales on it are dark, gunmetal gray with a purplish sheen. 

There are patches of scales all over his body, larger and more prominent the closer they are to where his tail starts. They go all the way to his face and lower limbs, but those patches are smaller and more dispersed. His scales are rougher than his brother’s. 

Most of his scales are the same dark, purplish gray as the upper side of his tail, but the ones on his underside are thin and pale. 

The inside of his mouth is black, and he has a forked tongue and large, notable fangs. Produces venom. 

Behavioral

Severe aggression issues, stemming from a naturally high-strung personality and poor handling. He’s used to interactions with humans only being painful and cruel, so now, he strikes back. Has to be muzzled to prevent bites.

A superiority complex and plenty of arrogance cover up constant tension and a lot of suppressed fear— especially of humans. 

Needs a lot of heat to be comfortable and functional, and is very much not getting that. The constant discomfort makes his aggression worse, as a means of compensating for how weak and disoriented he feels.

Completely unsocialized. He can’t safely be around anyone but his brother, and is much more afraid of strangers than he lets on.