#still sick af

[a-a-lost-munchkin]

So, I missed the livestream and instead listened to it first on YouTube, and I thought the ghosts of all his crew came back and helped him beat Poseidon and that it was a powerful and poignant message about forgiveness/“fuck it, one of us should make it home” camaraderie, thus why the last song is called “Six Hundred Strike.”

But no my man used a fucking jet pack and the power of the zoomies 😭

[tiphares]

back 2 wrk 2dy pray4me!

[linipik]

Crush🦋

[sillylilfang]

bites you bites you bites you

[matoitech]

fursona warmup doodle rocking the fit from this post of mine

[whatmattersisyou]

I love Wu Ming

[smallidarityfan]

"The Best Jimmy I Know"

https://x.com/NaomiUChuu/status/1888278135080362405?t=7PjP4jQfyeRISO1xG5RnIg&s=19

HE'S SICK!!!!!! A SICK MAN!!!!! WITH THE ILLNESS OF QUEER-CODING!!!!!!!!!!!!

[reflectionsofgalaxies]

met a VERY charming lil friend yesterday who i have never (knowingly) seen before!!! 🖤💛

this is the Sequoia Pitch moth (Synanthedon sequoiae), yes, moth! these fascinating little creatures bear an incredible resemblance to members of the family Vespidae, like common paper wasps and yellowjackets, and that’s no simple coincidence!

the appearance of these moths is an example of Batesian mimicry, a type of mimicry where one species mimics the warning signals of another species, but without having the same harmful or undesirable defences.

in this case these moths look like they may give you a nasty sting, but really they’re about as harmless as a moth can be! (plus they have gorgeous slightly iridescent black-lined wings and fluffy little shrimp-like tails! absolute cuties!)

[lale-txt]

friends tell me lore about a tattoo of yours

[idlenight-art]

Dane Tabris, Warden Commander, Hero of Ferelden.

I started this project..... end of april of this year. With all the da4 news I decided it was time to power on trough the last outfit I was working on - which was also the most complicated, cuz I did all the fucking layers separately to understand how the outfit works.

The first picture is his gear transformation during origins (recruitment/ostagar -> during the blight -> landsmeet/final battle). the other two are his Warden-Commander gear from Awakening onward. He doesn't change it up much after that.

[spotaus]

Exciting thing tomorrow! Exciting thing tomorrow!!

[falthiere]

CALLOUT POST FOR THE KEEPER OF PRECEPTS

Zodiark the Esper is a bitch-ass motherfucker. He pissed on my fucking wife. That's right. He took his fishy fucking scaly dick out and he pissed on my fucking wife. And he said his dick was THIS BIG. And I said THAT'S DISGUSTING. So I'm making a callout post on Twitter Dot Com: Zodiark The Esper, you've got a small dick, it's the size of this walnut except way smaller. AND GUESS WHAT. HERE'S WHAT MY DONG LOOKS LIKE

TALL BEAMS, NO QUILLS, NO PILLOWS, LOOK AT THAT IT LOOKS LIKE TWO BALLS AND A BONG

He fucked my wife so GUESS WHAT, I'm gonna fuck the Earth, that's right, this is what you get! My

SUPER

LASER

PISS

[lostinlovingrevery]

Lord yall know I try to remain demure and full of love but my professor really be testing my patience rn

I need to be wrapped in logans arms right now. Full bearhug. Face buried in his titties (or his in mine). I need to feel his dick on my belly. And i need a bunch of kisses.

[flickeringquip]

Fall asleep somewhere a little unusual. <<

(Just an honestly adorable scene conjured up in DMs with @sweetestflow3rs abt Cody & Aster)

(1) Pick the lock on the Messenger's door.

Your whole body aches as you let yourself into Cody's apartment; your vision throbs painfully when you flick on the lights and toss a file on the nearest counter. You're coming up on three days without sleep, and you very nearly fumbled your last job because of it, just barely securing the Intel you needed—

And earning yourself some nasty bruises along the way, splotches of purple and blue and yellow around your ribs from a tackle you'd failed to dodge.

Cody's flat had been closer than the bar, and knowing you'd been directed to give the Intel to him anyway, you were all too willing to skip a jaunt across town in your current state.

(1) And if breaking in gave you a bit of petty delight, no one had to know but you.

It's only when you've technically finished your work that you find yourself at a bit of a loss, a tremble to your limbs and cold chill to your body that makes you wonder if you might faint on the way home. It's then that your gaze lands on a familiar couch, gaze panning between it and the door for a long beat.

"Fuck it," Your voice is hoarse as you drag a hand over your face and all but stumble towards the couch; your body is almost on auto-pilot, unwilling to let the chance of the some desperately needed respite go despite your mind's reservations.

You're unconscious within thirty seconds of collapsing on Cody's couch, a parting hope that maybe you'll wake up and be gone before he even comes home the last thing you remember thinking.

(1) But when have you ever been so lucky?

It's a testament to your state of exhaustion that you don't even stir when the door opens some twenty minutes later, even though normally even a whisper of footsteps could wake you — the soft click of a gun's safety being turned off would normally send you into high alert.

Instead you simply curl in on yourself a little tighter, pressing your face more into the cushions, blissfully unaware of the emotional rollercoaster you've put Cody through as he lowers his gun and huffs a quiet, disbelieving laugh.

(1) You do wake up at the gentle shake of your shoulder and tap on your cheek — if only barely.

You somehow feel even worse now than before you'd slept as you blink drowsily at the man crouched in front of you, too tired to startle or even grumble as he smiles his usual grin at you.

"You know, kitten, I'm a little offended you went through all the work of breaking in and then chose to crash on the couch of all places," While normally the pet name — picked from an incident you do not like to be reminded of — would inspire you to a bit of violence towards your swarmy co-worker, you simply don't have it in you. Not when your vision swims just laying here, lashes growing heavier by the second, realizing belatedly Cody was still talking, "—get you somewhere a little cozier, yeah?"

(1) You do startle a little when you're suddenly picked up, thumping a fist weakly into his shoulder when the man has the gall to laugh at you.

He's such a bastard.

"That's not a very nice thing to say to someone doing you a favor, kitten."

Fuck, had you said that out-loud?

"Mm, you're in quite the state, aren't you? You look like shit, by the way."

"F'ck 'ff," This time you'd meant to speak, words a little slurred and half-muffled by the soft fabric of his sweater; your body just feels so damn heavy, and for all his unnecessary snark, you can't seem to help the way you relax in his hold, instinctively enticed by his warmth.

(1) He laughs again, and it's only being set down that spares you the later embarrassment of literally falling asleep in his arms.

Your vision is blurry when you blink and find him knelt before you and you sat on the edge of his bed, a position that brings him basically fucking eye level because he's too damn tall—

You're not jealous. Shut up.

(1) Your fuzzy thoughts are interrupted by the hands tugging off your shoes.

You watch in a half-asleep haze as Cody gently but methodically strips you, brows knitting a little as you reach for him and accidentally palm at his forehead after he pulls your shirt over your head.

"Later," Your attempt at stern falls short with how tired you are, weak as kitten when you pat his brow, not comprehending the almost confused look he shoots you while unclipping your bra, "'m too tired for that."

A purple brow arches, and the man has the gall to snort like you've said something dumb.

Rude.

"You're adorable, you know that?" It feels a little like he's making fun of you for making then wrong assumption, but then he tips you back to pull your pants off and you kinda feel like you're justified — and then he has the audacity to snicker down at the annoyed scrunch of your nose as you sprawl across his bed in just your panties.

Extra rude.

(1) And then he walks away! Like an asshole!

With your normal restraint on vacation, there's nothing to keep you from mumbling crossly as you slump against Cody's bed, likely not at all aware that you're speaking out loud as you grumble about being left cold and why didn't he just let you sleep on his stupid couch and see if you ever bring him soup ever again next time he's sick—

"C'mon, Aster, surely you wouldn't withhold your legendary soup when I need it most?" You know he's teasing you, but you're denied the opportunity to even glower at him for it—

By the top he gently guides you into, blinking in drowsy bewilderment as you look down to find yourself suddenly garbed in one of Cody's thin sweaters. Of course, you're all but drowning in it — but it's exceptionally soft when you sink your fingers into it. When you glance back up at him, there's a look on his face you're not sure you've seen before.

Somehow, it reminds you of his sweater.

(1) And then you find yourself being gently manhandled once more, plucked back into his arms while your poor, sleepy mind tries to process things.

And that's how you find yourself tucked cozily into Cody's side beneath a thick comforter, the man having stripped down to something more comfortable when you weren't paying attention. Honestly, you're a little bewildered by the turn of events—

"Relax, Aster. It's all good."

There's a warmth to the words that settles something in you, alongside the soft stroke of a hand down your spine — as you fall asleep, you think that one day you'll get this man to stop treating you like a skittish cat, but. .

(1) You could let it slide, just this once.

[taviokapudding]

My dad and I were chatting before bed when he said "damn shame Republicans hate Democrats too much because you almost saved the United Healthcare ceo"

And I stared at him in confusion until I remembered I convinced Democrats to write the active shooter alert system bill in 2022 & Republicans said no. Since my Twitter is gone, the thread of me @ everyone is gone. And when Trump got re-elected, I removed the video discussing the bill concept for public comments. It fully slipped my mind because I went from pulling teeth & being reluctantly patient to full on cussing, cursing, and hexing the government by the end of 2023.

I hope that Twitter DC staffer is having a good laugh- I bet their bosses are pissed wwwwww

I don't remember the exact wording I wrote to the White House when I cussed out Biden for funding war crimes (2023) & the bill itself (2022) but I did list consequences I foresaw that are happening now, so suck to suck if nobody listened & are on the receiving end of massive hexes

I guess my dad is right, the GOP technically killed Brian Thompson in 2022

[oidheadh-con-culainn]

I just got to reading a translation of "The wooing of Emer" online. Why is no-one (especially the online encyclopedias) talking about the fact Emer is fomorian?

why aren't the online encyclopaedias talking about it: bc they are not that useful for medieval irish literature most of the time, tbh, being heavily simplified and reliant on secondary sources that are often themselves not particularly reliable (although there have been efforts to improve some pages inc. wikipedia pages). loads of fun details missing from them, always

why isn't anyone else talking about it: eh. probably two main reasons

there's a lot of it around. cú chulainn's got a fomorian grandma (on lug's side) and no one ever really talks about that either. it's not that big a deal. i'm sure he's not the only one; can't throw a rock around here without hitting someone with a fomorian uncle or something. there's a lot more overlap / interaction between them and the tuatha dé danann than a simple oppositional binary would suggest, and family trees get fucky in general. being related to the fomoire doesn't automatically = being fomorian yourself bc belonging and kin-groups and stuff are a bit more complicated than that

i'm pretty sure it's only mentioned in tochmarc emire and only in passing and not directly in relation to emer herself, so it's easily overlooked even if you're dealing with that text and a lot of people will be dealing with other texts. it's also only in the later, longer redaction of the text and not in the earliest one, although so are a lot of things. if the authors thought it was important as part of her heritage -- whether they saw it as a good or a bad thing -- they would bring it up more often, but TE seems to be the only one that bothers to give background information about forgall's family tree, so mostly it looks like they think it's not that relevant. (although as it is not a particular focus of mine, it's entirely possible it comes up somewhere else and i just haven't noticed)

e.g. you might expect it to come up in fled bricrenn but it doesn't

sidenote: why the fuck henderson translations "ben ind fir as dech" as "wife of the best wight" i have no idea. it's just "fer"! it's just man! why are you trying to make cú chulainn sound even weirder than usual! it's a mystery to me. other than the fact it's from 1899 and people did whatever they wanted at that point tbh

(the parenthetical explaining the meaning of "Manach" is also editorial and not in the Irish; the meaning "tricky" may be more suitable bc it might have something to do with clessa, but that's getting into my friend emmet's in-progress research so i won't delve deeper there)

also, tethra, who is supposedly forgall's uncle in TE and who is described in the text as a "king of the fomoire" is a bit of a weird one iirc and there's potentially more going on with him than that phrasing suggests, although i can't remember the details and that's getting into cath maige tuired territory, at which point you're better off asking @margridarnauds bc it's not a topic i know a huge amount about

finally i'll be honest another factor is probably that there hasn't been a huge amount written about emer as a character. there's been a lot written about texts that she's in and her function there, but less on her just like, as a person (bc medieval celtic studies is a very small field, there are a lot of texts and characters, and there hasn't been that much written about anyone really). so lots of things don't get talked about. doesn't mean they're not worth talking about. just means nobody's got around to it yet.