#tad lincoln

[mckinleygirl98]

lil Tad Lincoln doodle I did bc he’s a cutie patootie

[vizrecon]

Abraham Lincoln With His Son, Thomas "Tad" Lincoln, The Fourth And Youngest Son Of The 16th President Of The United And His Wife Mary Todd Lincoln. Thomas Died At The Age Of 18

[letmetellyouaboutmyfeels]

Wild Blue Yonder - TAD 🎶

Thinking of you ♡

Honestly that song just hit me with such Buck and Maddie sibling feelings... (I know there are lines referencing sex like but I personally always saw the song as two people joining together in singing out at various people who'd hurt them rather than singing to each other, so).

I'm delighted you hearing that song made you think of me. ❤️

[waitingforminjae]

just let out a wail and collapsed on my bathroom floor. btw. if u even care

[pascalssbabyy]

JOEL MILLER 🖤

all of the stories under this masterlist are 18+ only, MDNI!

ONE-SHOTS

Healed ~ Word Count 13.2k ~ Summary: Travelling from Boston to Lincoln with Joel had its challenges. Injuring yourself along the way you ask Joel to help you with your wound. Can Joel keep his hands to himself?

Something New ~ Word Count 14.6k ~ Summary: Getting bored of the bare minimum in Jackson was getting to you. Until you mentioned to Tommy that you wanted to start helping with patrol duty. Successfully persuading him to go with the idea, Tommy knows just the man to pair you up with.

Opening Up ~ Word Count 11.6k ~ Summary: The second you meet Joel he turns your world upside down. The longer you get to know him you notice that he’s a closed-off person. However, a drunkish night at the Tipsy Bison proves to you that Joel is more than happy to show you who you belong to.

Missing You ~ Word Count 9.3k ~ Summary: Joel’s been taking extra late night shifts patrolling and with you working in the mornings you barely see him. Joel comes back from patrol early one night and can’t miss the opportunity to show you how much he misses you.

Ride Me ~ Word Count 6.4k ~ Summary: You ride Joel for the first time.

Soaked ~ Word Count 5.2k ~ Summary: Joel wants to see how much you can give him and how much you can take. So much so that when he pushes just a tad too far, he makes you squirt for the first time.

The Accidental Solution ~ Word Count 17.1k ~ Summary: Joel accidentally walks in on you naked when you’re fresh out of the shower. The situation as you expected leaves questions in the air and Joel to avoid you as much as he can. That’s until you have to take matters into your own hands.

Desperate ~ Word Count 6.1k ~ Summary: You leave Joel in an uncomfortable situation all day while you’re at work. Hours go by and Joel struggles to keep his craving under control. And once you’re home, Joel can’t seem to give you his full potential.

Take A Seat ~ Word Count 2.6k ~ Summary: Joel’s a stubborn man, and if he wants you to just sit on his cock, then so be it.

SERIES (coming soon) 🖤

[eludin-realm]

Character Name Ideas (Male)

So I've been browsing through BehindTheName (great resource!) recently and have compiled several name lists. Here are some names, A-Z, that I like. NOTE: If you want to use any of these please verify sources, meanings etc, I just used BehindTheName to browse and find all of these. Under the cut:

A: Austin, Aiden, Adam, Alex, Angus, Anthony, Archie, Argo, Ari, Aric, Arno, Atlas, August, Aurelius, Alexei, Archer, Angelo, Adric, Acarius, Achilou, Alphard, Amelian, Archander B: Bodhi, Bastian, Baz, Beau, Beck, Buck, Basil, Benny, Bentley, Blake, Bowie, Brad, Brady, Brody, Brennan, Brent, Brett, Brycen C: Cab, Cal, Caden, Cáel, Caelan, Caleb, Cameron, Chase, Carlos, Cooper, Carter, Cas, Cash, Cassian, Castiel, Cedric, Cenric, Chance, Chandler, Chaz, Chad, Chester, Chet, Chip, Christian, Cillian, Claude, Cicero, Clint, Cody, Cory, Coy, Cole, Colt, Colton, Colin, Colorado, Colum, Conan, Conrad, Conway, Connor, Cornelius, Creed, Cyneric, Cynric, Cyrano, Cyril, Cyrus, Crestian, Ceric D: Dallas, Damien, Daniel, Darach, Dash, Dax, Dayton, Denver, Derek, Des, Desmond, Devin, Dewey, Dexter, Dietrich, Dion, Dmitri, Dominic, Dorian, Douglas, Draco, Drake, Drew, Dudley, Dustin, Dusty, Dylan, Danièu E: Eadric, Evan, Ethan, Easton, Eddie, Eddy, Einar, Eli, Eilas, Eiljah, Elliott, Elton, Emanuel, Emile, Emmett, Enzo, Erik, Evander, Everett, Ezio F: Faolán, Faron, Ferlin, Felix, Fenrir, Fergus, Finley, Finlay, Finn, Finnian, Finnegan, Flint, Flip, Flynn, Florian, Forrest, Fritz G: Gage, Gabe, Grady, Grant, Gray, Grayson, Gunnar, Gunther, Galahad H: Hale, Harley, Harper, Harvey, Harry, Huey, Hugh, Hunter, Huxley I: Ian, Ianto, Ike, Inigo, Isaac, Isaias, Ivan, Ísak J: Jack, Jacob, Jake, Jason, Jasper, Jax, Jay, Jensen, Jed, Jeremy, Jeremiah, Jesse, Jett, Jimmie, Jonas, Jonas, Jonathan, Jordan, Josh, Julien, Jovian, Jun, Justin, Joseph, Joni, K: Kaden, Kai, Kale, Kane, Kaz, Keane, Keaton, Keith, Kenji, Kenneth, Kent, Kevin, Kieran, Kip, Knox, Kris, Kristian, Kyle, Kay, Kristján, Kristófer L: Lamont, Lance, Landon, Lane, Lars, László, Laurent, Layton, Leander, Leif, Leo, Leonidas, Leopold, Levi, Lewis, Louie, Liam, Liberty, Lincoln, Linc, Linus, Lionel, Logan, Loki, Lucas, Lucian, Lucio, Lucky, Luke, Luther, Lyall, Lycus, Lykos, Lyle, Lyndon, Llewellyn, Landri, Laurian, Lionç M: Major, Manny, Manuel, Marcus, Mason, Matt, Matthew, Matthias, Maverick, Maxim, Memphis, Midas, Mikko, Miles, Mitch, Mordecai, Mordred, Morgan, Macari, Maïus, Maxenci, Micolau, Miro N: Nate, Nathan, Nathaniel, Niall, Nico, Niels, Nik, Noah, Nolan, Niilo, Nikander, Novak, O: Oakley, Octavian, Odin, Orlando, Orrick, Ǫrvar, Othello, Otis, Otto, Ovid, Owain, Owen, Øyvind, Ozzie, Ollie, Oliver, Onni P: Paisley, Palmer, Percival, Percy, Perry, Peyton, Phelan, Phineas, Phoenix, Piers, Pierce, Porter, Presley, Preston, Pacian Q: Quinn, Quincy, Quintin R: Ragnar, Raiden, Ren, Rain, Rainier, Ramos, Ramsey, Ransom, Raul, Ray, Roy, Reagan, Redd, Reese, Rhys, Rhett, Reginald, Remiel, Remy, Ridge, Ridley, Ripley, Rigby, Riggs, Riley, River, Robert, Rocky, Rokas, Roman, Ronan, Ronin, Romeo, Rory, Ross, Ruairí, Rufus, Rusty, Ryder, Ryker, Rylan, Riku, Roni S: Sammie, Sammy, Samuel, Samson, Sanford, Sawyer, Scout, Seán, Seth, Sebastian, Seymour, Shane, Shaun, Shawn, Sheldon, Shiloh, Shun, Sid, Sidney, Silas, Skip, Skipper, Skyler, Slade, Spencer, Spike, Stan, Stanford, Sterling, Stevie, Stijn, Suni, Sylvan, Sylvester T: Tab, Tad, Tanner, Tate, Tennessee, Tero, Terrance, Tevin, Thatcher, Tierno, Tino, Titus, Tobias, Tony, Torin, Trace, Trent, Trenton, Trev, Trevor, Trey, Troy, Tripp, Tristan, Tucker, Turner, Tyler, Ty, Teemu U: Ulric V: Valerius, Valor, Van, Vernon, Vespasian, Vic, Victor, Vico, Vince, Vinny, Vincent W: Wade, Walker, Wallis, Wally, Walt, Wardell, Warwick, Watson, Waylon, Wayne, Wes, Wesley, Weston, Whitley, Wilder, Wiley, William, Wolfe, Wolfgang, Woody, Wulfric, Wyatt, Wynn X: Xander, Xavier Z: Zachary, Zach, Zane, Zeb, Zebediah, Zed, Zeke, Zeph, Zaccai

[sehtoast]

Problematic Decor (Homelander x OC)

no notable warnings, just a tiny snippet inspired after the release of homie's apartment tour, spidersona oc | Fic Directory

“But what’s wrong with it?”

“Dude!”  Benjamin gestures theatrically to the nightstand covered in photos of America’s big name heroes. “You try grabbing the lube with Ulysses S. Grant staring you down!”

Homelander scoffs, clambering off of Ben to do exactly that.  He waves the little bottle in the bug’s face as if it were that easy– because it was.   He always did find it just a tad amusing how distraught Benjamin could get at his decor.  What was perfectly normal to him unsettled his little spider, causing him to claim outrageous fantasies such as, quote, ‘Big George watching him verify that girth certificate.’ 

“You’re ridiculous.” Homelander mumbles.  They hadn’t even been doing anything scandalous, simply relaxing in bed, when the topic came up once more after Benjamin claimed Lincoln was staring again.  “You’re not supposed to be looking at other men anyway.  It’s like you’re trying to hurt my feelings.”

“Oh my god…”  Ben groans, reaching up to gently pinch the tip of Homelander’s nose between his thumb and forefinger. “We should’ve went to my place.”

“And you should keep your lustful eyes off of my heroes.” He was only teasing, of course, but why in the world would he miss an opportunity to toy with his little love bug? “Keep ‘em on me instead.”

Sure, by the next day Homelander would make sure housekeeping relocates the picture frames atop the nightstand on Ben’s side of the bed, but for now… it’s much more fun to antagonize him.

At least the apology kiss afterwards would be just as sweet.

[thesimquarter]

Some Unused Urbz (GBA) Dialogue

I was looking through the string table in the Urbz for GBA and noticed some dialogue that goes unused in the actual game and decided to catalogue it and share it because I just love things like this.

If you see an '@1', in the dialogue, that's just a placeholder for the player's name (or at least for all of THESE. Sometimes it's used for other things.)

As a side note, the dialogue for this game is pretty well-organized and all the characters have distinct enough voices (TS2GBA DO NOT INTERACT) that it's incredibly easy to figure out who said what. There's also a lot more unused strings, but I'm just focusing on the dialogue right now

First of all, all characters, not just those you can have as a roommate, have roommate acceptance dialogues. So, here are all the unused ones.

BAYOU BOO: Gosh, that's fine idea. Don't mind if I do. BERKELEY CLODD: Sure I'll move in with you. What a splendid way to meet a whole new set of clients. LINCOLN BROADSHEET: Sure, I'll live with you, buddy. But be warned: I stay up late. CRAWDAD CLEM: You know, It'd be real fun to share accommodations with you for a bit. Sure. EPHRAM EARL: To haunt your house with your permission, this I will do. PRITCHARD LOCKSLEY: Sure, so long as you help me memorize my lines. HARLAN KING: Of course I will. How wonderful! LOTTIE CASH: Okay! That'd be killer! We're going to have such an awesome time. LUTHOR L. BIGBUCKS: Sure, why not. It'll be just like college all over again. MAMBO LOA: I would gladly share accommodations with you. When do I move in? Now? MAXIMILLIAN MOORE: Sure, why not? So long as you don't mind the smell of bleach. OLDE SALTY: You're darn tooting! I'd be your roommate any day. CRYSTAL: Okay! I can't wait to redecorate your dumpy pad. POLLY NOMIAL: Yes. To maintain a domicile with you would be most enlightening. GIUSEPPI MEZZOALTO: Why not, right? It'll be loads of fun. I'm moving in today! ROXANNA MOXIE: Sure, why not? It'll be fun, you know? A real laugh. THERESA BULLHORN: Yes! I would love to share your life of glamour and fame. DARIUS: Heck yeah, dawg. We can kick it together. DADDY BIGBUCKS: You betcha! DET. DAN D. MANN: It's an interesting proposition. Hm… Consider it done! LILY GATES: An excellent plan! Your place is much closer to where I work! KRIS THISTLE: You want me to move in with you? After all I've done? Wow. You're great. GRAMMA HATTIE: What a grand idea. Your house will be a great place to hold meetings.

There is also an unused set of rep group-related dialogues. These ones most likely being used if you managed to get an exceedingly poor rep with your rep group.

DARIUS: Hey, @1. Check yourself before you wreck your Rep. The Streeties are getting sick of you hanging around. LUTHOR L. BIGBUCKS: Sorry to be the one to break this to you, @1, but the rest of the Richies think you're getting a tad uppity. Clean up your act or we'll boot you. POLLY NOMIAL: Our patience with your gradual assimilation into our social sphere is waning. Progress or be excommunicated from the Nerdies. ROXANNA MOXIE: A few words of advice @1. Shape up or ship out of our group. End of story.

These MAY not be unused, but I've never heard of anyone getting any of these messages, and, for the life of me, I could not get them to activate through my own twiddling. There exists no dialogue for actually kicking you out of the rep group. So even if this WAS used, it would just be an empty threat. (I mean… it's implied that it was your rep group that picked you up after you crash landed in Miniopolis, which is why you're apart of it despite not really knowing anyone.)

As a side note, when I was going through getting to -10 rep points with the Richies, after about -6, every time I lost a rep group point, Roxanna Moxie kept on giving my silver plaques. RICHIE silver plaques. Using the Artsie silver plaque dialogue. By the time I was done testing things out, I had five of them. Strange glitch?

So, the Urbz GBA, for whatever reason, doesn’t let us romance the elderly. That doesn't mean that there isn't flirting and kissing dialogue for the unromancable characters! The first dialogue is flirting, and the second one is refusing to accept a kiss.

EPHRAM EARL: A piece of human interest seems to be the loving way. EPHRAM EARL: I cannot kiss that which I cannot touch. HARLAN KING: Eh? Does that have a saucy secondary meaning I am not aware of? HARLAN KING: Ugh! No! Your breath smells like everything but fresh! OLDE SALTY: Arrr, you've cracked my barnacle encrusted heart! OLDE SALTY: I'll kiss no one! Not until you proves your devotion! DADDY BIGBUCKS: Hello there… do you mind if I buy you a small island? DADDY BIGBUCKS: Get away from me, you pest! I'd sooner kiss a sneezing dog. GRAMMA HATTIE: Stop it this instant. I know you're just trying to fool with an old woman's mind. GRAMMA HATTIE: Ack! Help! Help! Police! This boy is trying to inhale me!

Related, when a character accepts a hug or a kiss in-game, they don't say anything. However, there is actually unused dialogue for this event. Almost all of it is just "Aw!". However, there's a few exceptions.

BAYOU BOO: Aw! BAYOU BOO: Plant one right here, girl! BERKELEY CLODD: Come hither and embrace me, @1! BERKELEY CLODD: Ah! LINCOLN BROADSHEET: Come here, you! LINCOLN BROADSHEET: Oh! EPHRAM EARL: If arms were ribbons consider this my bow. EPHRAM EARL: Ah! EWAN WATAHMEE: Hugs are free, yes. But they are also round. EWAN WATAHMEE: Ah! PRITCHARD LOCKSLEY: It's so good to see you too! Let's do lunch. PRITCHARD LOCKSLEY: Ah! LOTTIE CASH: It's fun to be this close to me, huh? LOTTIE CASH: Oh! LUTHOR L. BIGBUCKS: Wrap your arms around me, baby. LUTHOR L. BIGBUCKS: Yeah! MAXIMILLIAN MOORE: You washed your hands before you hugged me, right? MAXIMILLIAN MOORE: Eek! CRYSTAL: Gee, thanks. You're sweet. CRYSTAL: Oh! OLDE SALTY: That's right, give poor Olde Salty a nice hug. OLDE SALTY: Yay! DADDY BIGBUCKS: Normally I don't let people touch me if they're not wearing an expensive coat. But for you'll I'll make an exception. DADDY BIGBUCKS: Normally I don't let people kiss me if they're not wearing fruity lip gloss. But for you'll I'll make an exception.

The first dialogue here is accepting a hug; the second is accepting a kiss. All characters not listed here just has "Aw!" as a response to both being kissed and hugged.

There seems to be a scrapped interaction, most likely called 'Talk about Pets.' from the subject of the replies and the fact that it was tucked between 'Talk about Ninjas' and 'Talk about Politics,' which would make the placement alphabetical. I wonder why it went unused!

Not every single character had a line for this. The following characters do not: Bayou Boo, Crawdad Clem, Ephram Earl, Ewan Watahmee Harlan King, Luthor L. Bigbucks, Mambo Loa, Misty Waters, Olde Salty, and Theresa Bullhorn. Some of these characters do have other lines that refer to owning a pet; they just don't have a dialogue here.

BERKELEY CLODD: I looked into buying a talented chimpanzee, but very few know how to pick pock- er, pick their nose. LINCOLN BROADSHEET: I have my pet rabbit to thank for my interest in journalism. Why? Well… isn't it obvious? PRITCHARD LOCKSLEY: I was so proud my pet lizard Harvey was cast as the lead in a new gladiator film. Sure he beat me for the role… but he was wonderful! LOTTIE CASH: I have a cute little pug named Paris. You don't think I'll get sued for that, do you? I hope not. MAXIMILLIAN MOORE: Sooner or later, every disease that pets get will jump to humans! The end is near! CRYSTAL: I totally want a pet dolphin so it can protect me from sharks. PHOEBE TWIDDLE: My mom was a cat lady and my dad was a dog guy, so I learned to love pets very early on. But I'll never forget the smell. POLLY NOMIAL: Your colorful colloquy is highly amusing. GIUSEPPI MEZZOALTO: If I tell you I like snakes, you'd better not make any jokes. Got it? ROXANNA MOXIE: Come by the carnival sometime! There are lots of needy animals there. SUE PIRNOVA: I'm not organized enough to take care of another creature. The best I can manage is feeding ants. DARIUS: I like goldfish. What? DADDY BIGBUCKS: Yuck! There is nothing worse that a sniveling, drooling, hairy servant who cannot follow orders. DET. DAN D. MANN: When people don't clean up after their pets, who do you think has to do it for them? Huh? I'm asking you because I don't know the answer. LILY GATES: Every time I buy a pet, I get so busy I forget to feed it. And then… well… I shouldn't own any pets. KRIS THISTLE: Don't remind me! My landlord doesn't allow pets, so when I moved here I was forced to sell my ferret. CANNONBALL COLEMAN: I owned a crow a few years ago. He made enough noise to scare ghosts away. I miss that old bird. GRAMMA HATTIE: I'm definitely a cat person. And a dog person. And a chicken person too. I'm really a pet person. DUSTY HOGG: I used to own a small python and a small dog. Now I just own a bigger python.

'Talk about Pets' does not show up in the list of interactions earlier in the string set.

Lincoln Broadsheet has some mission dialogue that, again, may not be unused, but I have never seen, and I have never seen anyone else talk about it.

YOU: Mister Broadsheet, would you help me write a thesis? LINCOLN BROADSHEET: Gosh, I would if I wasn't so busy. Tell you what I can do though: I'll let you use my computer to log in to my research database. That should give you some good ideas. LINCOLN BROADSHEET: Hey, have you heard the recent news? A local TV station is filming a new Reality Television Show. YOU: Interesting, but I don't watch much TV. LINCOLN BROADSHEET: Me neither, but don't let that stop you from going up to Paradise Island and signing up. If you do well I could write a big article about you. YOU: Are they still letting people sign up? LINCOLN BROADSHEET: I think so. Head up to Paradise Island and see for yourself. And if you do well Id love to write an article on you.

Note: I have been informed that the first two lines in this section actually can happen in-game!

It is also appears he would have given the player the Reality TV Show plotline.

And finally, ‘The Bad Ending.’

DADDY BIGBUCKS: People around here call me Daddy Bigbucks. If you like what you see in Miniopolis, it's a good bet I own it.

This is actually listed next to all the character introductions, so this would have been how Daddy Bigbucks introduced himself, if he were to actually introduce himself. There are placeholders for the other characters who don’t get to say a proper introduction as well (Kris Thistle, Det. Dan D. Mann, Crawdad Clem, Harlan King), but they’re just placeholders. No text of relevance.

[shakespearenews]

Lincoln loved theatre; in his four years as President, he attended more than a hundred plays. “This is act vee one eye,” he’d whisper to his little son Tad, reading out the Roman numerals on the playbill. And he loved Ford’s: in December, 1863, he’d sat in its Presidential Box for two consecutive nights of “Henry IV”—“pause us till these rebels now afoot / Come underneath the yoke of government”—and that November, ten days before he delivered the Gettysburg Address, he’d seen John Wilkes Booth perform at Ford’s. 

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Long before Lincoln became President, “Macbeth” had been his favorite play. As a young lawyer, he carried a copy of it in his pocket. John Wilkes Booth had often played the title role. “After life’s fitful fever he sleeps well,” Lincoln had said, days before his death, reading a speech from the play. “After being hunted like a dog . . . I am here in despair,” Booth wrote in his last diary entry. “And why? For doing what Brutus was honored for.”

Booth, the overactor who knew only rage and self-pity, was best known for his performance as Richard III, scheming, enraged, crippled, doomed. A horse! A horse! He performed it, as was standard on the nineteenth-century stage, using a loose seventeenth-century adaptation that cribbed from other Shakespeare plays. “All quiet—after Richard twice tries to rise and cannot,” he once scrawled on a blank page in his prompt book, across from Richard’s dying lines (borrowed from “Henry IV”): “Now let the world no longer be a stage / To feed contention in a lingering act . . . On bloody actions, the rude scene may end, / And darkness be the burier of the dead!” Long after Lincoln’s death, as one tale has it, Edwin Booth opened his brother’s trunk and found inside theatrical costumes that had belonged to John Wilkes and their father, many stitched by his mother. He tugged them out and burned them: Iago’s ruffed tunic, Mark Antony’s flowing toga, Richard’s long cloak, each by each, in the dead dark of an American night.

[avviss]

Roadkill - Statement 0121018

Statement of Lincoln Bolton regarding a car incident he took the life of an apparently unknown thing. Original statement given October 18th, 2012. Statement recorded by the Magnus Institute, London, directly from subject. Transcribed on October 24th, 2022.

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[Statement Begins.]

You have to understand, I’m a good driver. Hell, the past few years I’ve been working as a delivery driver for this local pizza place, King’s Pizza, and as far as the other guys I worked with, I’d say I’m the best one. Sometimes when I’m driving I’d think about being one of those Formula One drivers, but it’s never made me hit anything before, let alone a human being. At least I think it was human.

Firstly what’s important to know is that as my job as a delivery driver, I have to drive pretty much anywhere at any time for the lazy people who don’t want to leave their homes especially at night. Usually, we’d get an order from the phone telling us when and where our customer is usually with some sort of simple note attached. I thought it was odd this last delivery had a note saying only saying, “Lincoln Bolton.” It unnerved me a tad initially but decided it was probably one of my friends playing a prank on me and wanting to make sure I follow up this specific order.

It had been pouring and thundering all day, the cliché of “On a dark and stormy night” and all kinda stuff. I set out for the address, 5 School Lane London if I remember, I don’t know how I remember, but I guess the mind has a way to attach to familiarity when things go wrong? Anyway, on the drive I had been going down these strange roads I’ve never seen before, a winding downhill road, no cars had passed me for what should have been a few minutes, but it felt so much longer somehow, not only that, but I couldn’t see any city lights in the distance, not even the stars.

I was getting impatient with the darkness and had the thought of increasing the speed just for a little while partly so I could break from whatever place I was in but also a slight hint of F-1 daydreams. As I pushed down the gas, I saw a flash of movement in the road and a hard crack under my wheels. Horrified, flashes of animal guts and carcasses flew into my mind, I hadn’t even thought that I must have hit a person before I stepped out of my vehicle.

The rain was at work washing away the mess, but I smelled that irony scent instantly. Blood covered the front end of my car as well as the wheels, a trail of that fresh blood trailed behind my car to a horribly twisted and mangled…thing. I knew instantly that whatever thing I hit must have been a person because of the wet bits of clothing hanging off of what should be arms and a torso. Panic set into me, this thing could not be alive, had I killed someone?

I won’t be afraid to admit that at that moment tears shed down my cheeks along with the rain. As I came to terms with the fact that I had to attempt to hide this mess, maybe I could say I hit a deer or larger animal, but then I heard it. A cracking sound came from the heap of flesh, and I realized it was clawing at the ground trying to move, it was muttering something.

Morbid curiosity caused me to approach where it then screamed at me. YOU HIT ME, YOU HIT ME it screamed with an impossibly raspy voice, YOU HIT ME, I NEED A HOSPITAL. I was stunned but horrified, by whatever impulse that took over me, I understood that I had wronged it and I must do what I can to help. There was no way a human being would survive that impact, but someone, that thought made me more prone to grab at it and pick it up, it felt like trying to hold up a bulging trash bag on the verge of splitting open releasing its foul innards to the world. I was covered in blood as well as my backseat.

It screamed at me the entire drive to the hospital where I let the doctors handle it. I ended up getting fired from my job for wrecking a company car, they didn’t know what to do with the thing I had hit. All I found out was that the doctors told me that whatever thing I brought them, died the moment I picked it up. I don’t know what I hit, but I know in my gut that it wasn’t human, at least not all of it.

[Statement ends.]

[generic-lab-assistant]

8? Since you've drawn so many assassins, including those not in the show

This could count in a lot of different categories, so I’ll make it complicated cause why not

My favourite assassin musical-wise is probably Guiteau, he’s just so damn fun and Ballad of Guiteau is the song that got me into Assassins, so him & his song are always gonna be close to me

Favourite assassin just history/learning-wise is between Arthur Bremer & Lewis Powell, both aren’t really talked about a lot (I guess you could say ‘underrated’ but it feels a tad odd to call terrorists ‘underrated’ lmao) but Bremer’s diary is a pretty interesting read and Powell & the Seward assassination attempt are pretty interesting too, it’s shame that they get overlooked whenever the Lincoln assassination is brought up (at least ig History Class wise, I’m sure it’s brought up in other places n stuff). But him and the rest of Booth’s homies are fun to look into

And just for fun, favourite assassin(s) to draw have been Hinckley (musical ver, I haven’t done it yet but one day I’ll make a little chart or some shit that shows design differences in irl versions & musical versions that I draw, all that stuff) but musical-wise he’s very simple and fun, also Fromme since she’s very fun to draw no matter the version, plus she’s got some fun outfits to work with. I don’t really have a least favourite but Booth’s mustache has always been a bitch to get down right

[dndeed]

Crit Role Miniature Rollout: C3E50 Red Moon Rising

With Andrew Harshman

An analysis of the minis used on CR. 

That red moon is indeed arisin’! Oooooey, look at that cinematic shot and cinematic lighting! At the end of the day, I think I have a slight preference for live shows, but the benefit of preproduction is these cinematic mini shots. The same thing probably could be achieve during a live recording with a handheld camera operator (Mega64 does it all the time). But regardless, these shots are awesome for helping establish the scene and giving us a closer peak at all the rad models. Thank you Critical Role production team, it is much appreciated!

Get in the robot Shinji, it’s time for Critical Role Miniature Rollout Campaign 3 Episode 50!

Mini Map Overview

This is a cuh-lassic C2/3 style map, featuring full 3D terrain elements atop a gaming mat. Specifically, a Mats by Mars desert theme base with Dwarven Forge Mountain rocks and blocks. Some wooden stairs and walkway components by Monster Fightclub, and scatter terrain from Pathfinder, HirstArts, and Mantic Games. One tent is from Mantic’s Terrain Crate series and the other is a Safari brand “Civil War Officer” tent famously featured in Campaign 2 Episode 3:

This particular brand of tent must be a popular in the world of Tal'dorei. What about this tent design makes it “Civil War” era? It is a rather tall tent, perhaps the high tent ceiling is made to accommodate an Abe Lincoln style top hat?  “d4 score and seven years ago-” harharhar

The medium sized enemy cult member minis in this encounter are a bit mysterious to me. I suspect they are kitbashed models or resin printed. Possibly modular Frostgrave models? Difficult to say for sure. They are a tad generic, nothing super distinctive or identifiable. But conveniently, armed cultist models are a dime a dozen. If you need some for your own game, you’ll find there are ample options.

Best Mini of the Ep

This here Mighty Servant of Leuk-o model is mighty neat. Not only is it one of the most impressively large construct models. It is one of the only pilotable construct models! Go for it, hop in for a test drive!

Perhaps a sorta mundane detail for most folk, but I really like the decorative lines of gold patterning. Quality production value.

Worst Mini of the Ep

These large tents are pretty nice sculpts. But they are a downright hassle to paint. Them little frilly flaps along the top there, what a bother. Ain’t got time for those sorta tent trubs. 

I’ve painted three of these tents for my own game, that’s over 100 flaps! Yeesh.

See ya next sesh!

#critroleminiaturerollout

[cascowriteswords]

Doorstep from the prompt list, please!!!

It’s the 3rd bag of flaming shit Lexa has found on her doorstep in the same number of days.

She’d fallen for it the first time, quickly stamping the burning paper out only to find herself with an unfortunately smelly situation on her hands (er, feet?) and a ruined pair of house slippers. A quick and angry text was immediately shot off to Clarke in response, an image of her ruined shoes following. I really didn’t think you would resort to middle-school warfare tactics, Clarke. 

It had been met with unapologetic indignance. Raven is a free agent, Lexa. I can’t control how she reacts to her best friend being betrayed.

Lexa hadn’t answered, because Clarke was right and there was nothing else she could really say. She had betrayed Clarke, but she couldn’t apologize for what she had done when she believed it was the right thing to do. So even if she personally thinks Raven’s reaction is/was overkill, it doesn’t surprise her that she would come to Clarke’s defense so fiercely, and in the most annoying way possible. 

Lexa sighs and pulls the small fire extinguisher she normally keeps in the kitchen out from beside the front door, the space which has become its unlikely new home. She puts out the fire and then sweeps the bag and its contents into a dustpan, dumping it outside so as not to make her entire house smell like literal burning shit. 

When she goes to bed that evening it’s in a cold bed and a quiet room, no warm body tucked up against her or endearing quiet snores that Clarke swears she doesn’t make. 

I had to do it, I had to do it, she tells herself over and over again until she falls asleep. 

Somehow it doesn’t make her feel any better. 

xxx 

It happens again the next evening like clockwork. Lexa is sitting in the living room watching reruns of SVU when her doorbell rings. She sighs and clenches her jaw, teeth grinding audibly as she grits them and stands up. She knows there’s no point in trying to catch Raven in the act; she’s already long gone, and what would she do anyways? All that there is to do is clean up the mess she’s left and try to enjoy another evening spent painfully alone after more than two years of spending nearly every night hanging out with Clarke. 

I had to do it, I had to do it, the mantra repeats in the back of her mind. 

She grabs the fire extinguisher. 

Opens the door. 

But there is no flaming bag of feces on her doorstep. 

There is Clarke. 

Lexa stares for long enough that her eyes start to go dry, forcing a cartoon-like slow blink that makes Clarke smirk. She says, “Hey,” and Lexa blinks again. She’s been thinking about what she might say if Clarke reached out to her and now that it’s happening she can’t form even a single word. Classic. 

“This is silly,” Clarke says, evidently not needing Lexa to say anything anyways. “I miss you. I want to come home. Plus I think Lincoln is getting tired of having Raven and me crashing at his and O’s place. It’s not that big of a house you know.”

“I miss you too,” Lexa says, finally finding her voice. “The door has always been open, Clarke. I want you to come home.”

“Okay, good,” Clarke says, smiling and looking relieved. “So just say you’re sorry and we can pretend none of this ever happened.”

Lexa balks. “Clarke, I can’t. You know I can’t,” she says sadly, assuming this means Clarke will end up returning to Lincoln’s instead of walking through the front door with her. “I didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Not technically Lexa, no you didn’t. But morally? Not even a twinge of regret for completely turning on me and stabbing me in the back?”

I had to do it, I had to do it. “I couldn’t show favoritism, Clarke. It goes against everything I stand for.”

“You didn’t have to show favoritism!” Clarke exclaims. Lexa’s eyes widen a tad at the raised voice and Clarke visibly gathers herself, chest rising as she takes a deep breath. “All you had to do was not hit me with a +4 card when I was about to finally win a game of Uno. I never win, Lexa, and you couldn’t just let me have it this once.”

“It wouldn’t have been fair,” Lexa repeats for the umpteenth time. Deflating because it seems like they’re just going round and round with this conversation versus finding any middle ground. 

“Lexa,” Clarke says, “Sometimes when you’re playing a harmless game with your friends and the woman you love, who makes you cum harder than you ever have in your life - your words, not mine - you can sacrifice just a smidgen of fairness. Don’t you think?” Lexa is about to argue that no, she can’t, until Clarke suddenly looks up at her through her eyelashes and takes a small step forward, the fingertips of one of her hands landing on Lexa’s hip. “I’ve really been missing you,” Clarke says. Her thumb finds the small strip of exposed skin between Lexa’s jeans sweatpants and her t-shirt and rubs a small circle. Lexa gulps, eyes darting down to Clarke’s mouth just as she’s licking her lips. 

“O-okay. You’re right and I’m sorry,” Lexa says, and the words only taste bitter for a split second because Clarke steps closer to her with those huge hungry blue eyes and she loses all train of thought. 

“Thank god,” Clarke says, both of her hands now on Lexa’s hips as she pushes her backward into the house. “That couch was killing my back, I’m too old for that shit. Now come remind me how comfortable our bed is, please,” she says, taking Lexa by the hand and tugging her towards the bedroom. 

Lexa is happy to oblige, abandoned morals all but forgotten. 

xxx 

An hour later, as they lay in a panting and sweaty heap diagonally across the mattress, the doorbell rings. Clarke raises a brow in question, and Lexa groans. “Can you please text Raven and tell her we’ve kissed and made up.”

“We did a lot more than kiss, babe,” Clarke laughs. “But yes. Texting her right now.”

[mckinleygirl98]

the Willie and Tad Lincolns of the world would see the hash slinging slasher episode as scary

[fivepoint-12]

Started watching the Trump / Rogan interview and you can tell 1 min in and Joe is fucking dying to ask “tell me about the fucking aliens already” and Trump is just mogging talking about Lincoln and Tad 😂😂😂

[boysbellyrubs]

I’ve posted something like this before when I first started this account, but I couldn’t get this scenario out of my head. I hope you enjoy :))

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It was quiet in Caine and Lincoln’s apartment. They had a pretty cruisy afternoon, except for the fact one had a pretty brutal stomach ache and the other was bored out of his mind. Caine didn’t want to move, with Lincoln trying to sleep off his sickness with his head in his lap. Caine was scrolling through Tik Tok and slowly sinking further into the cushions with his legs gradually falling asleep. 

He tossed his head back, staring at the ceiling and followed the patterns with his eyes. He was a little hungry too, but there were no snacks on the coffee table so his stomach remained empty. Moving just slightly caused Lincoln to stir, a groan slipping past his lips. Caine grimaced, peering down into Lincoln’s face. 

He looked extremely uncomfortable, making all of Caine’s internal whining seem like he was just being a dick. He wasn’t the one with an upset stomach. Lincoln’s face crumpled a little more before his eyebrows softened just slightly, a sigh leaving his mouth. Caine relaxed, leaning into the cushions again. 

Caine was stuck until Lincoln woke up, hopefully feeling better, or if he magically rolled off Caine’s lap. He stared at his friend, watching his legs twitch a little and his arms fold over his belly. He heard the organ gurgle, a moan escaping Lincoln’s mouth. One of his hands sat right above his belly button and he pushed on it slightly in sleep. 

Caine couldn’t take his eyes off Lincoln’s hands. He had been…exploring his newfound fetish recently. He was still a little embarrassed to admit he had a kink like that, but he figured that it wasn’t hurting anyone and no one knew about it. If he just kept it a secret, he wouldn’t have to worry. 

However, Lincoln was still making those noises in his sleep. So was his belly. It sounded angry, grumbling and churning up whatever food was in there, bloating it out so the skin was taut. He must have eaten something bad. That thought alone made Caine flush a little. Lincoln moaned, hand pushing deeper over his belly button. 

Caine could only watch, slowly forgetting about everything else he was complaining about. He felt a tad guilty, considering this was his friend and he was currently in pain, but he couldn’t help it when the noises of his stomach gurgling was enough to send his brain into overdrive. 

Another harsh gurgle rippled through Lincoln’s stomach, and the boy’s legs curled up. He threw his head to the side and a tiny burp fell past his lips. Okay, now Caine was freaking out. Fuck, it felt like he was going to explode. Lincoln groaned again; in tandem with his stomach and finally slipped a hand under his shirt. It allowed the tiniest sliver of skin to peek out and Caine almost combusted. 

What the fuck is wrong with me? Caine threw his head back again, trying desperately to compose himself. This was Lincoln he was getting horny over, Caine had a boyfriend for fucks sake, yet he couldn’t stop the overwhelming thoughts and sensations happening to his body. He threw his hand over his eyes, trying to think of a way to get Lincoln off him without waking him up. 

Nothing came to his mind, he was too focused on the solid weight of Lincoln’s head on his thighs and the ever present grumbling of his friend’s stomach. Looking back down at Lincoln, his brow was scrunched up, his hand was moving under his shirt and his legs were folded up. Caine didn’t know sickness could be so fucking hot. 

With a trembling hand, he touched Lincoln’s forehead. The boy definitely had a fever, Caine could swear he felt the heat when he hovered his hand just above Lincoln’s skin. While looking at his face, he put his hand back on his forehead and watched as his pained expression eased a little. Like Caine’s touch was enough to make him feel just a tad better. 

Caine frowned as he felt Lincoln’s skin contort under his hand, another small groan leaving his mouth. A cramp; if the way his fingers dug into his skin was anything to go by. An angry burble filled the silence and Lincoln let loose another sickly burp and Caine was a little scared he was about to throw up in his sleep. 

His hand was still resting on Lincoln’s forehead and without realising, his thumb was slowly stroking the place in between Lincoln’s eyebrows. His touch seemed to relax the tense muscles there, Lincoln’s legs slipping just slightly down as his body loosened. 

Caine’s body was still on fire, and he was slowly beginning to realise what he could do to help Lincoln. Removing his hand, he stared down at Lincoln’s own hand rubbing his belly slowly. Obviously it hurt enough for him to do it even in sleep, and if he was still asleep Caine wouldn’t feel as embarrassed getting flustered over what he was about to do. 

A big part of his kink was belly rubs. He swore he had consumed every piece of media and fiction trying to appease his mind and he only wanted more. But now, he had a prime opportunity. He cursed his skin for being so pale because there was no doubt his cheeks were bright red at this point. 

Caine hesitated, his right hand hovering just above Lincoln’s own. He tried to push past the fact he was doing this because it would literally be a fantasy come true and think that he was just helping his friend feel better. So, he blew out a hefty sigh and let his hand make contact with Lincoln’s belly. 

Lincoln shifted a little, noticing his touch instantly. Caine grabbed his limp hand and moved it to the side, now having complete access to Lincoln’s upset stomach. His cheeks burned, and heat quickly gathered in his own belly. Ignoring everything, he began to softly rub along Lincoln’s stomach. Side to side and in a circle to begin with, applying little pressure and watching Lincoln’s face for any change. 

Caine felt another gurgle, moving his hand to the spot and rubbing small circles there. Lincoln sighed, his face relaxing once again. Caine kept up his movement, slowly going from using his whole palm to just his fingers to target the loudest areas. He was entranced, slowly feeling every cramp and ripple decrease to nothing but a murmur. 

It was relaxing Caine too. Now that he was helping Lincoln, he didn’t feel as guilty. The boy looked almost peaceful now, no longer groaning and whimpering in pain; rather the noises now sounded like he was enjoying it. 

Caine felt another grumble under his hand, using his thumb to push slightly into the bloat of Lincoln’s belly, smoothing his hand heavily from one side of his stomach to the other. He met resistance in the middle of his belly, and without any forethought he pushed down. Lincoln moaned, breath hitching a little, before Caine finally felt the pressure ease and another airy burp escaped Lincoln’s mouth. 

Fuck, that was hot. Caine rubbed soothingly along that area a little more, no longer feeling any tightness. His belly was still bloated, but the grumbling sounded a little more productive than sickly. He didn’t really want to stop, if Lincoln woke up so be it, but Caine was enjoying himself and clearly Lincoln was enjoying it too. 

He kept up his rubbing, slowly circling his stomach and pressing his fingertips into any tender places. Caine was so focused on his task, that he didn’t even notice Lincoln waking up. 

“Enjoying yourself?” He said, voice crackly with sleep. Caine jumped, eyes snapping to Lincoln’s face. He looked like he was holding back a laugh. 

Caine stuttered an apology but Lincoln waved him off, “I’m just teasing. You’re helping a lot so if you want to keep going, by all means,” Lincoln closed his eyes again, and Caine was about to protest but Lincoln’s belly chose that moment to gurgle again, upset it wasn’t getting attention anymore. Lincoln groaned, “Actually, please keep going, my stomach still really hurts.” 

“Okay.” Caine said, voice the smallest it could possibly be. He put his hand back down, soothing the ache. Lincoln sighed, a soft smile resting on his lips. 

Caine hoped he was too sick to notice his rosy cheeks or the fact that Caine was so incredibly turned on. Lincoln was still pretty sleepy, so maybe he had gotten away with it. He relaxed his shoulders and continued, pleased that Lincoln’s expression eased again.

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really kinning Caine in this story lmao.