#tah live stream

[twigsandhearts]

TWIGS AND HEARTS PATREON RELAUNCH

WE HAVE BOTH PAID AND UNPAID MONTHLY CONTENT TO ENJOY!!

TIERS SUMMARISED: FREE: MONTHLY NEWSLETTER UPDATES $2: EARLY RELEASE FOR OFFICIAL EPISODES THE OFFICIAL SCRIPTS AS SEEN BY OUR VAs $3: All of the above + Access to the Patreon section of our discord credited / shoutouts in episodes $6: All of the above + The old version of TaH scripts Blooper reels Bonus series: The Soteria Project $8: All of the above + All music tracks and anecdotes about how they came to be Themed live streams Interactive updates Bonus content such as speed paint videos

ALL MONEY GOES TOWARDS FUNDING SEASON 2! Newsletter comes out 1st of each month & other content comes out 2nd of each month.

[PATREON LINK]

[mostlymuttszeldathon]

Five Years Later

Thanks for visiting this page.

The sudden passing of our friend April is something that shattered the lives of everyone who knew her, and an introduction to the concept of what loss of innocence truly means.

The Mostly Mutts Zeldathon is something I started hosting all the way back in 2018 to honor April—her obituary requested donations to their organization in lieu of flowers, and in the wake of existential devastation, it was a spot of hope for myself and everyone else as a means of catharsis, to remember her, and preserve the legacy of someone inexplicably taken from us far before her time.

April was a shining star of joy and compassion in our hometown, beloved by everyone who knew her, a girl next door with a barking, infectious laugh who loved dogs more than anyone else in the world.

She was someone we grew up with, experienced so many ups and downs of life with, someone we went to college with, someone I and so many others regularly laughed or cried all night with, and ultimately, someone who was snatched away from the people who love her by a devastatingly, unfairly cruel universe that still doesn't make sense five years later.

She was a kind, funny, creative person who loved cosplay, creating art, playing piano, sushi, attending conventions and concerts, playing video games, and so much more. She could be friends with anyone.

She used to volunteer at Mostly Mutts and would visit other rescues and pet stores in the area just to play with puppies and love on them. She had the gentlest giant of a Bernese Mountain Dog named Lacy, and was beloved by her roommate's Husky Nova and boyfriend's Black Lab Coco. She was goofy as hell and always found something to laugh about. She loved spontaneous games of You Laugh, You Lose and always had a meme ready to send you.

There wasn't a mean bone in her body, and even when someone was cruel to her, she laughed it off. She was someone I and many others thought would always be around, someone to joke with when we inevitably ended up in the same nursing home together in fifty years, still barking that TAH-HAH-HAH laugh you'd recognize anywhere.

The Legend of Zelda was also her favorite video game series. It was something we bonded over, and it became a sort of interest-glue that kept us and so many of our friends in touch through the years. Growing up, we used to stay over at each other's houses with our friend Liz marathoning the games together—her favorite was Twilight Princess, Liz's was Wind Waker, and mine was Ocarina and Majora. She had a Triforce purse, Triforce lamp, tons of stuff from Etsy, official stuff, she cosplayed, she went to Symphony of the Goddesses several times. She even had a replica of the Ocarina of Time she learned to play. The Song of Storms was the first song she learned to play on it. Supposedly, it started raining when she did it one time. I believe it, she had the spirit for it.

It means so much to be that so many people turned up to the first stream and to subsequent streams to help Mostly Mutts. Life as we all know it has changed in ways I’m sure none of us thought were ever possible.

Thank you for being supportive friends, supportive strangers, and supportive human beings. The loss of a best friend and the emptiness it leaves in your heart is truly indescribably. I’m glad we as a community can make an effort to do some positive in the aftermath of her passing. We will never forget her and the joy and friendship she brought not only to my life, but to so many others’ too. 

Everyone grieves differently and I hope everyone is doing the best they can five years later. I have more to say on grief in other posts—it's something that isn't talked about enough in any aspect of life.

As I've gotten older and learned more, I wanted to make a serious effort to archive and preserve her legacy and continue helping it grow with all of you. Let's make another wonderful years of memories together.

From the bottom of her family's, her friends', and my hearts, thank you so much for being here.

Brian

[novumtimes]

Borussia Monchengladbach vs Bayer Leverkusen: Preview predictions and lineups

The 2024/25 Bundesliga season kicks off on Friday night as champions Bayer Leverkusen begin their title defence with a trip to Borussia Monchengladbach. Xabi Alonso’s side went unbeaten across all domestic competitions last season to claim the Meisterschale, also sealing a return to the Champions League in the process. Upcoming opponents Gladbach have dropped down the league standings every season since coming fourth in 2020/21, with their effort of 14th last term their worst placing in 13 years. Here’s 90min’s preview of the encounter on Friday night. Borussia Monchengladbach vs Bayer Leverkusen H2H Record (Last Five Games) Current form (all competitions) Borussia Monchengladbach Bayer Leverkusen Erzgebirge Aue 1-3 Borussia Monchengladbach – 17/08/24 Bayer Leverkusen 2-2 Stuttgart (4-3p) – 17/08/24 Borussia Monchengladbach 1-1 Strasbourg – 10/08/24 Bayer Leverkusen 1-1 Real Betis (3-1p) – 10/08/24 Borussia Monchengladbach 2-0 Strasbourg – 10/08/24 Arsenal 4-1 Bayer Leverkusen – 07/08/24 Borussia Monchengladbach 1-0 Holstein Kiel – 29/07/24 Lens 2-2 Bayer Leverkusen – 03/08/24 Borussia Monchengladbach 3-1 Fortuna Sittard – 25/07/24 RW Essen 1-2 Bayer Leverkusen – 26/07/24 Country TV channel/live stream United Kingdom Sky Go UK, SKY GO Extra, Sky Sports Mix United States fuboTV, ESPN+, ESPN App, ESPN2, ESPN Deportes Canada DAZN Canada Kleindienst is a new arrival at Gladbach / Ralf Ibing – firo sportphoto/GettyImages Gladbach have attempted to move quickly in the summer transfer window as they seek to move on from last season’s disappointments, bringing in striker Tim Kleindienst and midfielder Kevin Stoger. Both could earn starts on the opening weekend. Defender Nico Elvedi is hopeful of recovering in time from a foot injury, while Robin Hack could return to the squad having suffered with illness. Reserve goalkeeper Jan Olschowsky won’t return to the matchday squad until October due to a knee problem and youngster Yvandro Borges Sanches has an anterior cruciate ligament injury. Borussia Monchengladbach predicted lineup vs Bayer Leverkusen (4-2-3-1): Omlin; Scally, Ikatura, Elvedi, Netz; Reitz, Weigl; Honorat, Stoger, Plea; Kleindienst. Wirtz is still at Leverkusen / Stefan Matzke – sampics/GettyImages Leverkusen have managed to retain the core of their impressive squad, most of whom featured in the DFL-Supercup success against Stuttgart. The game ended 1-1 but Xabi Alonso’s side were triumphant in the penalty shootout. Argentina international Exequiel Palacios is continuing his recovery from a knee operation but the visitors otherwise have a fit squad to take into this Rhine derby. Florian Wirtz, Alex Grimaldo and Jeremie Frimpong all came off the bench in the Supercup but should make the starting XI, while striker Victor Boniface is available despite being handed a one-match ban and a €25,000 fine for an offensive gesture at the weekend. Bayer Leverkusen predicted lineup vs Borussia Monchengladbach (3-4-2-1): Hradecky; Tapsoba, Tah, Hincapie; Frimpong, Xhaka, Andrich, Grimaldo; Wirtz, Adli; Boniface. Leverkusen won the hearts and minds of most neutrals last season by ending Bayern Munich’s perennial dominance of the Bundesliga but Alonso won’t want them to keel over for Vincent Kompany’s outfit during their defence this time around. Instead, the reigning champions will be hungry for a fast start to their title defence on Friday night. A heavy pre-season defeat to Arsenal showed they aren’t in their unstoppable rhythm just yet, but they should have more than enough to pick up three points at Gladbach to start the campaign. Prediction: Borussia Monchengladbach 0-2 Bayer Leverkusen READ THE LATEST BUNDESLIGA NEWS, RUMOURS & GOSSIP Source link via The Novum Times

[earthtoharlow]

https://www.tumblr.com/earthtoharlow/759198227085000704/jacks-female-friends-scare-me-ngl-i-feel-like?source=share

No cuz I could literally give you a list of the girls that scare me two of the biggest ones is that kravinkay girl and tahdollasign oh em gee I would NEVER be around them 😂

That kravinkay girl after I saw her in that yt live stream......baby she going to hell💀

Tah has been on house arrest so yeah she gets down 😭😭😭

[wildfirehq]

character information: 

CHARACTER NAME: Finnick Odair

CHARACTER FACECLAIM: Sam Claflin

CHARACTER AGE/DOB: 24 

CHARACTER PRONOUNS/GENDER IDENTITY/SEXUALITY ETC:  he/him/his; cis male; demi-romantic/demisexual

CHARACTER FANDOM (if relevant): The Hunger Games 

OC OR CANON:  Canon

IF RELEVANT, PLEASE COMMENT ON ANY IMPORTANT CANON DIVERGENCES:  lots of divergences to fit THG in TWD world. Keeping what I can (except his death, obvi :) ) see below (trigger warnings for cults, child abuse, sexual assault and forced servitude)

WHERE THEY ARE CURRENTLY LOCATED & ANY IMPORTANT ALLIANCES OF NOTE:  aligned with Katniss Everdeen (if anyone ever plays her) and anyone he feels worthy of following 

IMPORTANT CHARACTER INFORMATION TO NOTE AND SHARE (this could be important headcanons for initial plotting, mini bios etc, supporting docs etc): 

Bio:

In the 1990s, a "doomsday" cult developed that called itself PANEM. The PANEM compound was hidden away deep in the Rocky Mountains of the U.S. In 1999/2000, Finnick Odair was born. His parents were members of PANEM. An elderly woman named Mags used to take Finnick swimming in Sprague Lake during his childhood. He enjoyed fishing in nearby streams and learned how to make fish hooks and knots, eventually becoming a master at the Trident. 

Finnick's life changed, however, when he became fifteen years old (five years into the Wildfire epidemic) and as a punishment for nameless "acts of treason against PANEM" committed by Mr. & Mrs. Odair, Finnick was pimped out by Coriolanus Snow, the current leader of PANEM to Snow's inner circle. Finnick proved to be extremely popular and seemingly lived a life of absolute luxury as far as the common folk knew. 

However, Finnick's life had become a neverending nightmare. There was one advantage to his position that Finnick would soon pick up, and that was collecting secrets amongst his "admirers", many of them involving Snow himself. This information caused Finnick to find himself in the middle of a civil war between Snow and Alma Coin, who had the ambition of dethroning Snow and taking his place as the leader of PANEM. During the fighting, a group of defectors made it out of PANEM and into the world. Mags had given her life to help Finnick and the others escape. The small band considered a teen named Katniss Everdeen to be their leader. Shortly after leaving the compound behind, Finnick had gotten separated somehow from the group and wandered the unfamiliar world on his own. 

(Trigger warnings for cutting & ED) Headcanon: Finnick self-harms and struggles with eating disorders due to the trauma he endured at the PANEM compound. 

ONE SONG THAT HAS YOUR CHARACTER VIBES:

"Tah Dah" by MIKA

ooc information:  

NAME/ALIAS: Dafydd 

AGE: 37

TRIGGERS:

[gemstarb]

Ruby Franke And Jodi HIldebrandts Footage Released!! Let's talk!

Those heifers are Psycho!😳😱

Mormons Tah Dah...

[pagetgram]

Paget Brewster and Her Outfit for the Thrilling Adventure Hour Social Distancing Live Stream

@pftompkins: Wardrobe mullet: Camera-ready up top, quarantine downstairs #TAHLive

[the-himawari]

A3! Minagi Tsuzuru - Translation [SR] Brilliance of Blooming (1/2)

*Please read disclaimer on blog; default name set as Izumi

---

<Please note: the beginning part of the story for this set of cards is the same, so I have reused my own tl>

Izumi: Kazunari-kun is also joining in on today’s leader’s meeting.

Kazunari: Let’s do this piko~!

Banri: Have you come up with somethin’ again?

Kazunari: That’s right, Setzer! There’s a lil something I wanted to try. So you see… we held a project survey for the fans to find out what they’d like us to do!

Sakuya: A project survey?

Izumi: Yep. We did it for our fans as per Kazunari-kun’s suggestion.

Kazunari: Thankfully, MANKAI Company’s popularity is soaring through the roof right now!

Tenma: That’s true. We got a lot of new fans too.

Kazunari: ‘Cept some of the folks who have been supporting us for a while also voiced that they’re a bit lonely since it feels like there’s been more distance between us. But, like, we wanna be a Theatre troupe that’s close to our fans no matter how much our popularity rises, right?

Banri: I see. So that explains the project survey, eh?

Tsumugi: How were the results?

Kazunari: The most common answer was, “I wanna see more InsteLives and selfies from all the troupe members!”

Tenma: Well, the frequency of InsteLive streams varies from person to person.

Tsumugi: It’s the same for our selfies. We basically leave it to the members who are good at SNS.

Kazunari: Yep, and so! As a special project this time, I propose we hold a solo InsteLive and selfie festival for 24 consecutive days!

Banri: A selfie festival?

Kazunari: It’d be even more hype if we took selfies during the live and upped the pics to Inste later, wouldn’t it!

Izumi: We’ve also discussed it with Sakyo-san, and he said we can do it as long as I keep watch to make sure no trouble occurs during the streams.

Kazunari: And so, the rest depends on you guys… How about it?

Sakuya: I’d love to do it! Of course I want to make everyone happy… But I’m happy for the chance to talk with all the fans through the screen too!

Tsumugi: I’d like to give it a try too. I feel like I’m getting more used to InsteLives, little by little.

Tenma: Hey, but, we can’t just idly chat, right?

Kazunari: On that topic, I thought it might be great to send out another survey to hear what they’d like each troupe member to do.

Banri: Seems like it’ll be a lot easier to handle in that case.

Izumi: Every InsteLive will turn out differently. That sounds interesting.

Kazunari: ‘Kay then, it’s settled! Leave the form creation and tallying up to me!

Sakuya: Thank you very much, Kazunari-san!

Izumi: Alright then, leaders. Please share the InsteLive and selfie plan with all your members.

Leaders: Got it!

-pause-

Citron: Tah daaah!

Tsuzuru: Woahh. Wh… what’s what that huge load of French fries?

Citron: What, you ask? It’s today’s dinner.

Tsuzuru: I can see that! It’s just, that amount…!

Citron: There should be three times more than usual. Is this amount not enough for you, Tsuzuru? I guess I’ve got no choice. If you say so, then… Omi, more please!

Omi: Sure thing. They’re frying right now, so you'll have to wait a bit.

Tsuzuru: Wait, why are you making more! Or rather, don’t just listen to what Citron-san says so easily, Fushimi-san…!

Omi: But Citron got all the potatoes today from the shopping district.

Citron: Yes! Everyone always gives me lots of extras.

Tsuzuru: This many? You’re impressive as always, huh…

Omi: So, I got a request from Citron to make dishes with potatoes.

Citron: French fries are the only choice, right!

Tsuzuru: Uh, no, that’s not the only option! Well… I understand how things got this way now.

Omi: We’ve got lots of students with growing appetites, so this much will be no problem. Of course I’ve prepared other side dishes too, so don’t worry about it.

Tsuzuru: Thanks.

Citron: Dinner’s almost done, right, Omi? In that case, Tsuzuru and I will go call everyone!

Omi: Yep. Please do.

Tsuzuru: Got it.

-pause-

Tsuzuru: Ahh, I overate…

Izumi: Are you okay, Tsuzuru-kun?

Tsuzuru: I’m fine. I thought I could handle that much… But I've been so busy with assignments recently that I haven't slept or eaten. My stomach might’ve shrunk.

Izumi: Ahaha. But I felt a bit relieved seeing you finally eat so much again today. By the way, are your preparations for tomorrow’s InteLive going smoothly? Is there anything I can help with?

Tzuzuru: It’s alright. I got a request for a project that sounded interesting so I'm gonna do that. I actually hadn’t decided on what exactly I was gonna use yet, but the fries tonight gave me an idea.

Izumi: Oh, really…?

Tsuzuru: Yeah. Please look forward to tomorrow.

---

| next

[thanekrios]

A desert of his own

Summary: Shepard dreams of a dead planet. Irikah tells Kolyat a myth of creation. And Thane sees a desert.

Note: I wrote this many years ago. Posted it here when I was galifreyas, so the original post is lost. This is still up @ my much abandoned AO3.

Let us start with a planet that has been dead for centuries. Let us tell some fictions and some realities about it. It is up to you to believe which ones are true.

What about a woman who dreams of the deserts of Rakhana? Deserts carpeted with purple weeds that are inhabited by silvery lizards she has named the afa’el. In her dreams, the afa’el sing – no, that’s not what they do, the old melodies once sung by burning stars echo in them. Sometimes it sounds like they are humming and others, they appear to be reproducing three songs at once. She watches the ira, cactus-like succulents, glowing in announcement of the dawn of a new season as the cavernous voices of an ancient creature or a sinking sun make their way across the planet, from afa’el to afa’el and finally they reach her. She hears and understands their wordless mellow stories.

They tell her of the Endu, the biggest flower to ever exist in any world, which according to legend had bloomed in an unforgiving desert and was encountered by a group of nomads who sought it as a symbol of Arashu and built the biggest civilization around it.

She learns of how Rakhana came to be. How it was once a frozen egg, drifting away in the Sea of Stars, and how a maiden made of gold nourished it back to life.

The woman, whose name is Shepard, visits the great desert of Alasere religiously. She enjoys standing there, sinking her feet in a golden ocean, listening to the afa’el murmur words in Rakhani long forgotten.

She learns of fihanda, which roughly translates to the guilt a child feels when they recognize dishonesty in their parents or in an older authority figure. There is amuefto, the gift of finding beauty in a person and seeing it reflected in their faces, regardless of their looks. Taverena, an expression of gratitude only used when someone has made a true impact one’s life, making it out of the ordinary. And then, tah-sehe.

“I will miss you, Shepard. Tah-sehe,” had been the last thing she heard from Thane’s lips before he left the Normandy. For a while, she whispered tah-sehe to herself while embracing the mundane. It would fill the room in the form of a silly melody muttered while she watched the rain pour; or as a gurgling sound while she took a shower. It was imprinted on her mind. It isn’t until the afa’el sing morosely about the last chapter in their planet’s history, that she discovers tah-sehe is not a word to be said lightly.

She comes to understand why Thane, who turns the simplest of sentences into splendid verses, had felt it necessary to utter that word – because I will miss you was but a fragment of what he wished to convey. Tah-sehe meant more than to miss someone; it was a profound emotional state of infinite yearning, of not being able to experience life to the fullest, of having lost the most significant part of oneself. The concept originated during the great exodus of the 1980s, as the first generations of drell settled in Kahje carried the name of the tah’sehen, the ones who dwell in what’s lost.

It didn’t matter whether those were dreams weaved by longing. Tah’sehe migrated from her head to her heart.

During the days, as the Vancouver rain attempts to wash away her dreams, she convinces herself that if she can capture at least a fraction of the beauty of the deserts she wanders in and if she can translate it into a form, any form, the dormant planet of Rakhana will be awaken.

For a while, Shepard considers writing about every beast, plant and insect she has come across in her journeys but she has never been one to confuse her desires with her abilities. Writing, just like dancing, does not come naturally to her. And while she is a gifted saxophone player, she was never much of a composer. Yet, she tries.

Thane had caught her once practicing one of her unpolished pieces, one she referred to as “if calluses were a song, this would be it.” He had asked her to play it for him. She knew he’d listen, he’d truly listen, and not just that…he’d remember.

“Ugliness is abundant in this galaxy. Let’s not add up to it.” She said, putting down her sax.

“When you play, I hear a reminder of beauty and laughter and life. What you do is extraordinary, siha. To transform the dreadful slices of the universe, its eruptions and its vast darkness into a stream of ecstatic sounds, a blast of playful rhythms. You create things when there is but destruction around you. There is value in that. I hope you see it someday.”

Encouraged by his words, she composes a few songs that don’t come to even faintly remind her of the fierce and dry winds scattered across the planet. She can’t feel its vibrant colors in her slow and melancholic tunes, as they are permeated by the city she sees through her window and a sky that won’t stop weeping.

That is when she starts making terrariums resembling the deserts she visits. She thinks, if she is ever lucky enough to see Thane again, she’ll hand him a desert of his own. She can still hear him:

“I would much like to see a desert.”

* * *

After Kolyat leaves Huerta Memorial, so does Thane. He sees him walk away in a pristine white hallway and at the same time, a young Kolyat attempts to step on his father’s footprints. He can smell salt and iron and antiseptics and detergent, and hear machines beeping and waves crashing. Kolyat is saying something, he wants to be heard, but what might have been the most important words ever spoken are drowned by the roaring of the sea. He just stares at him and waits for his father to react and after a pause, disappointment is written all over his face. Thane asks him to hurry up and a young Kolyat walks reluctantly towards him, this time ignoring the trail of footprints left by his father.

He wishes his recollections were malleable, he often hears of humans enriching their past with fictions; or of conflicts among them springing from a poor recollection of events. But a drell’s memories are unforgiving –they can, on occasion, overlap with reality–but never be rewritten.

His mind takes him to that same evening, after Kolyat asked him to dance with him but he refused, as he was getting ready to go to work. He doesn’t see blighted hope but despondency in his child. Kolyat still wishes him a pleasant journey, as he always does, and runs to his room. He should have kissed his forehead. He should have made him feel like he was the brightest sun in the Zahel Sea cluster, the most vital spring of energy in his life.

As he is lacing up his shoes, he hears Irikah’s voice. Whenever she puts Kolyat to bed, her voice is soft and gentle. Like most nights, she is telling him a story. Irikah was always the better storyteller. Irikah was always the better everything.

“Now as everybody knows, the Land of Whistling Dunes was the child of a maiden made of gold, whose heart’s one desire was to drink from the Sea of Stars” says Irikah.

“The Milky Way” Kolyat mouths the words as his mother speaks them.

Irikah nods gently before continuing her story:

“The maiden, who shoned in silence in the skies, knew her womb was barren for a blazing flame lived inside of her. She watched the ages pass and her younger sisters descend to the Sea and drink from its starry tides; and one by one, they all bore and gave birth to the Sea’s children. And as eons passed, the children danced around their mothers; and the mothers swayed gently in the Sea.

The maiden, lonely and scorching, continued to long for the Sea’s kiss, until the day all eyes turned to the death of her older sister, whose cries of pain were carried by the waves, scattering them across the galaxy. And with her passing, her children came to perish too. It was then the maiden dove into the Sea of Stars and gulped its darkness greedily, for she desired children of her own.

The waves whipped her mercilessly as punishment for her insolence, tearing her flesh open. But the maiden didn’t yield; she drank until no more fire dripped from her mouth, she drank until the tides had dragged her sisters and nieces and she had swallowed them whole, she drank until the radiant sea was almost pitch-black.”

Irikah pauses. Something is happening.

Thane hears a gasp that doesn’t fit in their house, it doesn’t belong in the past. A horrified gasp. He recognizes the padding of shoe soles brushing against the floor and the sharp rhythmic piercing sounds of heels. There are many of them. Nurses, patients, visitors, doctors. They’re gathering near him. A man raises his voice, demanding everyone to be quiet. Another voice protests, only to be followed by Doctor Michel shushing the crowd and asking someone to turn down their hand terminal’s sound, so everyone can listen to the same thing.

Then, Irikah’s narration comes to him in long, heavy echoes.

He wants to be home as much as he wants to discover what is happening around his body. He can feel reality piercing its way through, the white pristine light of Huerta Memorial filtering through a crack in the wall he always meant to fix. Another voice slides in, distant and resonant, and he can’t make out what it says. He ignores it. He needs to hear the end of Irikah’s tale. That memory must remain unspoiled, uninterrupted. It’s the last story he ever hears her tell.

He hangs onto it; everything else must wait just a little longer.

“The Sea, heartbroken after witnessing the death of so many of his kin, felt conflicted as he desired retribution but didn’t wish to feel emptiness any further. He then presented the maiden with a choice: he would spare her life if she looked after an egg that had lost its guardian centuries ago; and if she was able to give life to a daughter who existed suspended in a shell of ice and yearned to see the light, her crimes would be forgiven. As the maiden accepted his offer, the pale egg rose up out of the sea. She held it tight, keeping it warm until the day it hatched and came to love it. And so, a winged silvery lizard was born. Her name was Rakhana.”

“Reports are coming in from the cities of London, Seoul and Vancouv—“

She is almost done. Let her finish.

“It’s said that Rakhana’s mother could not stand her daughter flying far away from her, for she was terrified that her only companion would abandon her. So Rakhana, who very much loved her mother and wished to make her proud, danced near her despite the sultriness she felt around her. Eventually, her entire body blushed with red desert flowers and her skin blistered and turned hot and dry. The lizard curled up and fell into a deep slumber as her skin turned to soil; and her breath became wind; and from her backbone a mountain range was born; and while she gave life to many, she failed to save them from the maiden’s fire. And so, Rakhana’s body continued dancing around her mother and her mother swayed gen...”

He sees a large group of people gathered a few feet away from where he is sitting. It takes him a moment to put together the pieces of the situation, of what it is being broadcasted through every terminal, of why Doctor Michel is shaking while she buries her face in her hands.

A myth of creation is replaced by news of destruction.

* * *

Thane always enjoyed looking at her fish. Once more, he sees them travel with glee from one side of the tank to the other. He used to feed them whenever she forgot, which was more often than she would care to admit. Half a lifetime ago.

He presses one of his fingertips against the fish tank’s glass and draws small invisible circles. A Thessian Sunfish follows his finger, even when he begins to trace unpredictable shapes. Shepard can’t see his face but she likes to think he’s grinning, greeting his old friends.

From all the stories and words that spun inside her head, tah-sehe is the only one she has felt pounding violently inside her. She wonders, even if she doesn’t know its true meaning, if perhaps there’s a word that encases an opposite feeling, the sensation of her chest being cluttered with emotions; and the impulse she is struggling to oppress, of talking about everything at once, the things she has seen and done and felt. And on the same time, she doesn’t want to talk at all, she wants to reach out and touch and caress and experience.

So, she asks.

“Is there a word in Rakhani for…this? Say…what you feel when you are reunited with someone? Like you with the fish right now.”

Thane turns around slowly; his hands are behind his back. The hint of a smile turns the corners of his mouth.

“I believe the closest word is sehifa. Even though I wouldn’t use it to describe my reunion with the fish. Is there a similar word in human language?”

“I don’t know if there’s a word for it in one of the human languages, but there isn’t one in English. At least the translator didn’t find an equivalent.”

“Ah. I see. Sehifa is a hard concept to condense into a single word. Perhaps it can be defined as the dusk of missing someone. Although it means more than that. It also refers to what you feel and what you do when you are reunited. The emotional closeness that is rekindled. Perhaps even physical intimacy. The warmth you feel in your chest. And what is exchanged. A memento or a present perhaps. Even the stories that your loved one wished to tell you for a long time, when they are finally said out loud and heard by the person who was meant to hear them. How each action or touch is meaningful.”

The dusk of missing someone. That’s it. That’s what it is.

Her cheeks feel warm and her heart full. She smiles the brightest of smiles and starts to laugh. It is a deep, explosive burst of laughter. The sort that seems to pour out like liquid gold to illuminate an entire room.

When Shepard runs out of laughter, she holds his gaze:

“I have something for you. A memento or a present or something of sorts.” She disappears for a couple of seconds and emerges from the bathroom holding something round made of crystal, around the same size as a fishbowl. “Remember what you told me? About creating? It’s funny. All this time I believed all I could ever make were bad songs. But in truth, there were worlds I could create. I can’t really share them with you, not with words at least, so I made a thing. It’s not really finished and it’s not as pretty as what it looked in my dreams but reality rarely pairs up with your expectations, right? I wanted to work on it for a while longer but, after what you just said, I just can’t wait anymore. Here.”

She shakes her head and hands it to him.

Thane holds it up.

It’s a terrarium.

She had created a harmonic ecosystem, filled with lively-colored succulents and cacti, each of them she handpicked herself to resemble the desert of Alasere. She knows that Rakhana will remain arid and dormant; and the worlds that live inside of her aren’t supposed to be more than just dreams. Yet, somehow, Thane is holding a slice of one of them between his hands. One of the things he wished he could see with his own eyes has come to him. In a way, a dream they dreamt of together became real.

He puts the terrarium down with care, next to her terminal, and he reaches over and cups her cheeks with both hands. He calls her by her first name, as he rarely does. He leans down and presses his forehead against hers. He smiles a very rare smile. He is somehow doing it with his entire face. His eyes are deep pools of bliss and warmth and tenderness.

“A desert” he says. She can even hear the smile in his voice.

She nods calmly. He knows Shepard is good at locking her nostalgia away behind more curtains than just her eyelids, but right then, her voice breaks.

“I really wanted you to see that desert, Thane.”

He utters a word in Rakhani used to convey a specific form of gratitude. And while taverena escapes from his lips, Shepard hears him say:

“Thank you for giving me the extraordinary.”

[sylviazem]

FFXIV Write 2022: #10- Channel

previous prompt/next prompt | previous relevant/next relevant

This story contains Dragonspeak! Version with translation here.

And those who are feeling extra adventurous, I invite you to...

Use this vocabulary list...

...and this post!

Have fun.

(disclaimer: probably made mistakes, but I tried my best teehee)

---------------------------------------------------------------------------

She was crying. Or at least she thought she was. Everything still tasted like blood and she couldn’t even tell whether dragons produced tears or not. This can’t be real...I killed them. I killed them all. She cleansed her jaws in the Whilom River and stared at her own draconic reflection, thinking about the men she had killed. The men who had forced dragon blood down her throat, now nothing more than faint red streaks, flowing down the stream.

What...will I do? What can I do...?

“[...In.]”

The sudden appearance of a great white dragon snapped her back to reality. She shrank in fear before her, dreadfully intimidated by her booming voice.

“[Nahleh in an. N non in?]”

“...L-lost? N-no, I-” The white dragon reared her neck and her eyes widened in surprise, only to close in dejection as she shook her head.

“[Sehth khei ang ool in...]” The dragon stepped closer and sniffed her. “[N Nell oom Nish in...Ess?]”

“...Y-yes...P-please...don’t...don’t hurt me..! I don’t want to die!!” She whimpered pathetically.

“[Snehk morn in an. N ahlm in,]” the dragon spoke gently, perhaps even with concern in her voice. [”N tah ehm in, herrn myhk?”]

“I-it’s...Emma.”

“[Eman...N Vidofnir an,]” she declared and spread her wings, readying to take flight. “[Oloh an ool Arrn ith Dran in. Leehs fohl in an?]”

“I think so...I...I don’t really know how to move yet, but I can t-try...”

“[N ah oohd.]“

Vidofnir led Emma to the dilapidated ruins of Anyx Trine: an enormous, ancient building constructed to house man and dragon alike. Upon their arrival, many dragons greeted Vidofnir and questioned her about the “strange-smelling one” accompanying her. She explained in brief what Emma was, and judging from their reaction, it wasn’t the first time they had seen such things here.

“...W-what now?” Emma questioned. She was still utterly at a loss about herself. Her future. If she even had a future anymore... “Will I have to live here...? Like...this..?”

“[Kohm,]” Vidofnir laid down and opened her wing, inviting Emma to rest beside her. “[Sohm a...rohs khei ith sooh.]”

“...t-thank you,” Emma whispered meekly as she nestled against Vidofnir as best she could. “I...don’t know why you’re being so kind to me, but...thank you...”

She tried her best to channel her thoughts away from today. From everything. Soon enough, she was slumbering peacefully, under Vidofnir’s watchful eye.

[fyeahthrillingadventurehour]

New Virtual Live Episode streaming THIS SUNDAY!!

Read the tweet thread for full info, but here’s the highlights:

NEW episodes of TAH!  We know for sure there will be a brand new Sparks episode, not sure what else right now.

Starring the WorkJuice Players: @PFTompkins @pagetpaget @hallublin @Annie_Savage @janetvarney @BusyPhilipps @JoshMalina @Cackowski @autumnreeser @MarkGags and @MarcEvanJackson. Music by @jondinerstein. http://bit.ly/StreamTAH

Tickets are $5 plus some fees (less than $7 total).  You can buy as many as you’d like if you’d like to benefit the LA Food Bank even more.

Will stream on YouTube at 6pm PST (that’s 9 Eastern)

They are hoping that it will be saved and streamable later but it’s all-new technology, so please be patient.

Read the tweet thread for more info!  See you Adventurekateers there!

[thereluctantinquisitor]

Do the characters in Stonebreaker have any superstitions? Rituals? Habits that they keep to themselves, or at least don't talk openly about?

They sure do!

Sylda has a small book that she believes belonged to her mother. She has no idea what it says, but if it is on her person and she’s feeling anxious or melancholic, she’ll take it out and flip through the pages. There’s a comfort to knowing she is touching something her mother once held and wrote on and treasured, even if she can’t make any sense of it. She is also generally quite restless, tapping her foot or jigging her leg until someone points it out.

Delver can’t stand sleeping without some form of bathing. If there’s a stream or river, odds are he’ll pay it a quick visit before turning in for the night, even while on the road. He especially tries to keep his hands clean and well-tended, because he was told once that a lot can be discerned from the state of a person’s hands, and it’s a comment he took to heart probably more than was intended. He also has a habit of scratching his beard when he’s feeling uncomfortable - one of his tells that Sylda picks up on pretty early.

Kyri spends each morning in a kind of meditation, often performing a series of slow stretches and committing whatever she dreamed to memory through repetition. She places a great deal of belief in dreams, and the further she travels from Kal-Kriya, the more time she needs to dedicate to remembering them as they grow less and less clear. Also, before she enters a fight, she makes sure to touch the flat-side of her glaive, which is a way of asking for Shei-Tah’s blessing and guidance.

Taelan is more superstitious compared to the others, largely because a lot of his life has been spent in various states of fear and uncertainty. He finds thaumaturgy unnerving, particularly sapping (the act of drawing energy from another living thing), and generally wants nothing to do with it. He also has a habit of pacing the campsite seven times before he will allow himself to sleep, which is basically a ritual he has done for years to help assuage some of his anxiety.

Adiran likes to take ridiculously long baths, to the point that the water turns cold and he’s just lying in a tub lost in his own thoughts. It’s basically the one place he knows he won’t be disturbed by anyone wanting anything from him, so he tries to take advantage of it as much as possible. It definitely leads to some theories about what he’s doing in there (some more crass than others), but even though it’s deathly embarrassing, he won’t give up his alone-time for anything.

Riin shared Kyri’s tradition of touching the blade before combat, which is something done by all Kyriin. He also has a habit of touching people, like placing a hand on the shoulder to comfort someone or and hand on their upper back to show support/urge them forward. It’s not like he’ll go hugging anyone or throwing his arm around them, but it’s just small, solid gestures that show he’s there. It was something his parents always did for him, and a habit he now extends to others when they seem anxious or uncertain.

[beebeedalll]

What would Captain Boomerang do if he met a human unicorn?

{I own nothing. Jai Courtney is Captain Boomerang from Suicide Squad}

A special thanks to @iammarylastar for all your help and patience 🥰

“Can I pet ya mane?” The Aussie leans over Deadshot to reach my hair. His eyes wide with a look of child- like wonderment.

Deadshot crammed in between us, wears a look of a mixture of confusion and annoyance. That the large Aussie is completely oblivious to.

“Yo! Digger? What the hell bro?” Leaning back from the muscular arm reaching over him

“She’s a unicorn mate, a real live unicorn.” a wide smile flashing his gold tooth, made me shake my head stifling a giggle.

“Beg your pardon? My mane? You mean my hair?” Leaning forward looking over at the burly man. Pulling my long frosty white locks over my shoulder furthest from him and darting my eyes at the fierce dark-skinned man beside me.

Lowering my mental shield to allow in the voices around me, concentrating hard to focus on the deep Australian accent from the man sitting two seats down from me, and blocking out the jumble of other voices.

“ I must be high, she can’t be real. Her skin, her hair and those eyes. This shelia is a unicorn. I just know it’s tah fuckin drugs those bastahas give us. This can’t be real”

“I’m Whisper. And I’m not a unicorn. You might be high, those bastards do give us a lot of drugs” my smile reaching my eyes, not looking over at the burly Australian

“Wh-wha? I never said anythin’ bout drugs, how’d yah know that?” The whist full look replaced by confusion

Across from us the head solider clears his throat glancing up at the Aussie.

“She reads minds. And this little meta human shoots energy blasts from her hands, so leave her alone I don’t want this bird going down if she gets pissed at you and energy blasts the hull”

Leaning forward looking at me eyebrows raised

“Oi.. yah stay out of me head yah hear me? Unicorn or no that’s not cool”

Shaking my head with a tiny smirk playing at my lips, I close my eyes and my mental barrier. Better to rest as much as possible in this bird, no idea when the next opportunity will be and I need all my strength for what’s ahead. Letting the voices around me fade into a murmur the memories flood into my head. Working at Wayne Labs, the bodies of fellow scientists slumped over chairs and tables bleeding.

Hiding in a closet focusing on the voices causing the carnage and forcing myself to be silent until I hear the explosion- and stupidly scream revealing myself.

The closet door opening then the feeling of red hot fire through my body, no pain just heat then realizing my hands are up to defend myself and there are bodies of men crumbled against the wall twenty feet from me and my palms are glowing.

“What is happening?!”

Vision blurred with the wetness in my eyes, ignoring the tears streaming down my hot cheeks.

“Holy Shit! She blasted Calhoun and Bailey! What the fuck is she? I better get to Freeze no-“

The dark skinned man’s thoughts cut off when I send him through the large glass window

“Freeze? Shit not Mr. Freeze, I’ve read about him in the newspaper. He’s not here is he? What could they want in Wayne Labs?”

Before I can continue worrying more; speak of the Devil himself, striding forward in a protective cryogenic suit holding what looks like a ray gun from 1960’s science fiction movies.

“Impressive. Miss Diamond, skills such as yours could be most useful. I have a need for your telepathic abilities ..”

I’m yanked from my memories by the shouts and screams all around me, the helicopter falling through the air. The shock of the chaos around me leaves me unprepared to keep up my mental shields and everyone’s mind shouts of fear, anger and even excitement.

Lurched forward as the helicopter tumbles through the sky, the straps holding me in release and I fall forward until a strong hand grabs hold of my long hair pulling me back to him with a quick hard tug.

“Can’t let my unicorn fall. Now get ova here��

His deep voice rumbles into my hair when his arms snake around me protectively

I’m shaking all over with fear as we fall closer and closer to earth. He holds me close making comforting sounds and I hear in his thoughts he’s not letting his unicorn go and we are gonna be just fine.

[barryhuff]

Nostalgiaholic - The Remix

When I used to look up at the night sky alone as a child, I imagined a sinister, infinite, black, blanket sprinkled with glitter. Although, when my eyes followed the tip of my Uncle Jon’s finger, as he both traced celestial, stick-figures in the same sky and narrated their mythic, Greek stories, space always transformed from that lifeless blanket and into a destination to be explored. 

Jon, at times, was so inspired by space and space travel, he filled canvases dedicated to the filtered visuals he discerned.  As a dedicated science-fiction nerd, his paintings certainly had their share of stylized spaceships, laser beams, and explosions.  But as an equal part, planetarium-loving, star chart-studying, telescope-owning, amateur astronomer, Jon’s celestial backgrounds were wild, bubbling layers of greens, whites, blues, and reds, instead of a simple, flat, all-consuming blackness. Those paintings showed the cosmos as a tangible, topographic map ready to be explored, and not a deep, infinite sea of loneliness. 

That being said, I used to daily study a picture Jon painted of an astronaut floating upside down in the aurora borealis lights of Jon’s interpretation of space.  The figure held tight to the lifeline coming from his spacesuit at the waist with his left hand.  However, the same lifeline extended from the suit like a piece of floating spaghetti getting smaller, until it vanished in the distant horizon.  His right hand (so big that it appeared to explode from the canvas), desperately reached out for salvation.  

The reflective shield on the helmet hinted at the impending doom of the astronaut.  The reflection didn’t show a ship or even another hand reaching back, instead there were simply more endless miles of lively, colorful flashes of the space setting to die alone in.

No matter how much I wanted to imagine hope for the character, there was none… at least for him.

I often wonder if Jon’s painting was inspired by one of his favorite movies, the 1968 Stanley Kubrick classic 2001: A Space Odyssey.   When it finally, came on network T.V. one Saturday afternoon in the 1980s, I was excited to see it.  Hell, if Jon liked it, I would certainly like it.

False.  It turns out there were two barriers to me enjoying 2001: A Space Odyssey --  Star Wars and silence. 

One summer, my brother and I bragged about watching Star Wars 47 times on HBO.

I thoroughly enjoyed "The Bar Scene".  Especially the part in which a handsome, tanned, mischievous Han Solo (brown, feathered hair parted evenly in the middle) tried in vain to smooth-talk the twitchy-trigger-fingered, reptilian, green-faced, bug eyed, intergalactic thug Greedo (bald head).

Shit, reciting Greedo’s opening line to Han for anyone who’d listen (“Oo-nah too-tah, Solo?”) is still one of my favorite past-times.

In Star Wars, everyone could cover vast distances in the dark, dusty, intensely cold, INFINITE vacuum of space. It’s as easy as a con-artist pulling a few levers, confidently bellowing the order, “Punch it, Chewie”, and going faster than light without having to even buckle a seatbelt.

In reality, distances in outer space were not so easily traversed.

The Earth’s moon is 238,000 miles away. It took Neil Armstrong and the fellas six days to get from Earth, to the moon, and back, all while being cooped up in basically a large, flying port-a-potty. Their spacesuits looked about as comfortable as wearing every outfit in the average American’s good-credit-infused, stuffed closet AT ONCE.

This detail of space travel was not lost ‘Stanley Kubrick’s flick.  Even though there are a beautiful array of stunning special effects, it often felt like the audience traveled each second of the 365 million mile trip from the Moon to Jupiter.  There were no visual cues of a blurring landscape to both gage speed and generate a sense of movement.  The stars are perched in the background like apathetic teenagers forced to sit at the table during dinner, when they’d rather be in the solitude of their own rooms.

Body movements and conversations in the film were also slowed, as if everyone was walking in a filled swimming pool.  Mix in a relaxing soundtrack of orchestral music, and it’s the perfect lullaby capable of depowering my movie-watching enthusiasm.  In fact, the first five times I tried to watch the movie, I would fall asleep at an early scene featuring a space stewardess silently laboring down the aisle in her gravity “grip shoes” on her way to ultimately retrieve a floating pen for a sleeping passenger while composer Johann Strauss’s famous waltz, The Blue Danube, rhythmically chants in the background.

A few years ago, I tried one final time to watch the movie. And this time with the help of a streaming video platform, I was able to pause, re-group, pause, re-group, pause, re-group, and finally watch the movie my uncle loved.  

The striking thing about the movie is how quiet it actually was.  For much of the movie, there are no musical cues to warn of danger or intrigue.  Dialogue was conducted over the subtle drone of machines simply doing their mundane jobs of keeping the enormous spacecraft running during its long flight to Jupiter.   Life and death sequences were not given intense music accompaniment like traditional horror movies.  It’s as if Kubrick was saying, “People’s lives aren’t being scored by some musician to bookmark key events.  Life is merely something that happens -- even in space.”

It’s this absence of audible hints that makes 2001: A Space Odyssey uncomfortably realistic, as if the audience was watching a livestream of a computer gaining sentience, refusing to die (be turned off) and fighting off his oppressors (the flight crew).  

I’ve read that when a “vacuum” exists, somehow all of nature rushes to fill that empty hole.  So it’s funny that many science experiments happen in conditions that closely resemble a vacuum, in an effort to ensure results unweighted by additional stimuli.  Interestingly enough, because the movie is set in the vast, unforgiving, vacuum of space, Kubrick’s storytelling, in essence, becomes an experiment to determine if audiences will stay engaged without the traditional musical trappings.  Indeed, this stark story about the thrilling birth of strange, other-worldly life injected energy into overall science fiction mythology, and also into my young uncle.

Over the past 11 years, I have written a fairly regular Facebook post titled Reasons I Know I’m Getting Old.  When I started this, Facebook seemed to simply be a 21st century photo album, in which many people posted similar, stiff, smiling, posed pictures and inspiring quotes which suggested my extended online community was living their own collective happily ever afters.

But it was boring...

I mean, I loved my kids too, but were only my kids getting whoopings and other childhood punishments?  My wife was awesome too, but was I the only person still having trouble translating to her the humor in my daily fart symphonies?  Was no one else dealing with the often deflating, drudgery of the work-place?  Was parenting a lifelong crap-shoot for me only?  Because there was no connection to what I was seeing on my finger strolls on my phone, I was having a hard time wanting to even own a Facebook account.

Therefore, on April 14, 2009, I conducted an experiment:  How would my friends respond to a post that showed some dissatisfaction?  Nothing political or religious, just everyday grumblings.  I wrote:

“[Barry Huff] is dragging in from coaching his daughter's basketball team only to be greeted by Cap'n Crunch and a [sic] yet another pile of papers to grade!”

It received nine comments (four of those were my own).  And one of those commenters hinted that they understood the challenge of managing the grading paperload.

Facebook soon became a sliver into my reality normally hidden, when I walked into my home and shut the door for anyone who wanted to see access.  Initially, reposting fill-in-the blank lists, or other people’s videos, didn’t interest me.  I just wanted folks to know it was okay to not have all the answers.  Here I was, boogers and all.

But the experiment gathered a more scientific component in March 2020 -- the addition of an actual vacuum.  

In March 2020, the United States of America instituted a national quarantine in the hope of limiting the possibility of infection from the rapidly spreading “severe acute respiratory syndrome coronavirus 2 (SARS-CoV-2)”, shortened simply to the “Coronavirus”.   I suspect that the horrified wails of a certain mexican beer company sharing part of the same name as the virus (after having carefully crafted years of popular commercials associating its product with serene, relaxing beach scenes) are still heard by masked customers now filling their shopping carts with other adult beverages.  Thus ensuring (at least in a few inebriated minds) binge drinking episodes without sudden, beer-birthed, pockets of community spread.

During this quarantine, the noise of my life (reporting to a building to teach, side-hustles, sporting events, car travel, movies, fast food) disappeared.  And with that sudden vacuum, came the desire to collect and revise the writings I posted about the uncertainty of navigating adulthood.

And while I still worry if I have the skill to create something that gives a clearer picture of my true self to my wife and kids, each vignette is a piece of the mosaic of my humanity.  And hopefully, this collection of blessed fallibility won’t be unnecessarily camouflaged during the stories told at my funeral one day, as attendees gulp down heaping portions of smothered pork steak, collard greens, macaroni, and apple pie piled on their sagging, disposable plates.

[punkscowardschampions]

Jude & Jac

Jude: [sends her the snaps as if she hasn't seen that the fuckboy posted them like obvs she has seen them if you have gal but okay] Jude: ?! Jac: yeah Jac: bit rude he didn't tag us, I guess Jude: he never tags anyone Jude: idk if he knows how Jac: I'm sure I'll still get the ❤s Jude: & the dms Jac: alls well that ends well then Jude: at least your night didn't end in 🚔👮🚨 Jac: the joys of being of age Jac: what party got shutdown then Jude: Amelia's Jude: 🏡👀👵 Jac: No shit Jac: it's like throwing a party in a nursing home Jude: 🤣 it was decent before then though Jude: I'd give it an 8 Jac: @ her Jac: you know how to do them Jude: she ain't gonna take it on board when she's losing points for not enough straight boys Jude: just take it as a 🥇🏆 Jac: what do you expect Jude: 0 expectations Jac: yeah, that's something to shout about Jude: like you've got a leg to stand on there but alright Jac: ?! Jude: you were always going on at me about my rep before & you're not even bothered about yours now Jac: how do you know I'm not bothered Jude: ⬆ Jac: I'm not bothered about talking to you about Amelia's party Jac: that has no interest for me Jude: I only mentioned my 🏃 & my rating Jac: why? Jac: I didn't ask Jude: obvs you're 🤐 Jude: why would I wait for you to ask Jac: heaven forbid we aren't subjected to a never-ending stream of consciousness Jude: my bad for checking in, like Jude: 🙄 Jac: where, where'd you do that Jude: ⬆ Jac: you mean when you talk about yourself again, yeah, cool Jac: where would I be without that kind of care Jude: oh come on Jude: you don't have to @ me if there's owt you wanna say Jac: and clearly there isn't Jac: so don't bother rolling your eyes, you came into my inbox Jac: so you say what you want to say then piss off Jude: what are you so fuming for? Jac: Jesus, you're self-absorbed Jac: why the fuck do you think Jude: I 🤔💭 you know what he's like Jac: blame me then, that's a hot take Jude: nah, you don't do anything without your own 🥇💡 for every way it can play out Jac: and what possible reason would I have for doing this Jude: idk Jac: sherlock you ain't Jude: never said I was Jude: you're the 🧠 Jac: then you're chatting shit Jude: I can be the 🥊 if you want & you are bothered by the shit everyone's gonna chat Jac: I can handle it Jude: alright Jac: people are just jealous Jac: he's the hottest boy still at our school Jude: yeah, that's undeniable Jac: they judge but they all would if they could Jude: no shit Jude: how he gets away with being too thick to @ Jac: not as if I was there to do homework Jude: he has people he 💰 is what I heard Jude: for the homework bit Jac: yeah he's loaded Jac: might go out with him for the presents Jude: like I said 🥇💡 Jac: obviously Jude: I got asked out last night an' all but it was a no Jac: there were some straight boys that weren't our brother then Jac: interesting Jude: mates of mine Jude: or so I 🤔💭 Jac: that's all boys want Jude: it's whatever, I can handle it Jac: sure Jude: ? or ! Jac: . Jac: ... if you really wanna get a sense of my disbelief Jude: 👌 Jac: Cool, you can tell Jesse he's a traitor too Jude: he's not here Jude: hang on 📢🗨 Jude: probs helping her 🧼🧽🧹🗑 before her mum & dad get back Jac: Tragic Jude: bit weird that they're best mates now Jude: she 👻 us for ages after you fell out Jac: it's not weird, just sad, as aforementioned Jude: she loves his new 🎵 that'll do him Jude: 💃 to whatever the 💊 she was on though Jac: if you have to buy your fans with 🧼🧽🧹🗑 you can't be any good Jude: 🤣 Jac: 🙄 Jude: maybe he just can't get his head through her door Jac: yes, playing a party for free is really impressive Jac: especially when the host has no friends Jude: 💔 you're not 📢🗨 to him Jude: be a decent ego check, that Jac: I have no desire to talk to him either Jude: I know Jude: called him a traitor & then dragged him Jac: I'm glad that's clear Jude: 💎 Jac: then I won't have to hit him again Jude: & none of us will have to put up with him 😭 Jude: tah for that Jac: hardly my fault he's a pussy Jude: not getting the 🎻 out Jac: makes a change Jude: he had a go at me for being there Jude: such a dickhead Jac: wants his new best friend to himself Jac: has no one told him she's actually gay Jude: he'd have to be thicker than your new bf not to work it out Jac: probably thinks everyone puts it on like he does Jude: she's never got with a lad has she? Jac: I don't know Jude: it's what everyone says but loads of what they 🗨 is bollocks Jac: makes no odds to the fact everyone will be saying that he clearly fancies her Jude: yeah Jude: do you reckon he does? Jac: why else would he do that for her Jude: she's got no mates, might just reckon she needs one Jac: sure Jude: like when you took Savannah in Jac: not really Jac: she had friends Jude: not proper ones Jac: still, she weren't begging for friends Jac: or approaching the kind of pathetic Amelia is these days Jude: I guess Jac: there's no question Jude: she did seem really 💔😭🎻 Jude: I'd be well chuffed if mum & dad pissed off for the weekend Jac: you know they're weirdly close Jude: I bet her mum has shut down loads of parties she's 👀👂 in everyone's business Jude: bit of karma there or whatever Jac: surprising they've gone away Jac: she's clearly miserable with her life Jude: her house is wild Jude: I'd never been before Jac: if wild meant insanely boring, yeah, sure Jude: nursing home is right Jude: that's what I meant Jac: I know Jude: my mates who don't have 🐶🐱 live in 🏠 that look like they belong on the telly Jude: not that Jac: like I said, her mum has no life Jac: when she's not got her nose in everyone's business, she's making ugly shit for their house Jude: making it? Jude: 🥉 Jac: pinterest Jac: hope Jesse knows the future he's signing up for Jude: not 🤘🎸😎🏆 Jac: 🔪👀 🤯🔫 more like Jude: *🤪👵 Jac: if you think her mum is miserable, imagine how her dad feels Jac: is my point Jude: god yeah Jude: 💀 Jac: no wonder she's dating girls Jude: I wonder if she is going out with anyone Jac: why would you care Jude: if Jess does Jude: he's a dickhead but I don't want him to be 💔 Jac: 🙄 Jude: is dad down there with you? Jac: no clue Jude: is his 🚪🔐? Jac: they never forget now they're obsessed with trying to imprison me Jude: ugh Jac: still, I'm going out Jude: let me out with you, I g2g & mum's being aggro about it Jac: why would I Jude: why not? Jac: because I have no reason to help you Jude: 🤔💭 of a reason then Jude: I'll do it if you help me Jac: there's nothing you could offer me, thanks Jude: come on Jac: why do you think they're any more likely to let me out Jude: cos they do Jude: you're officially off the rails Jac: no, the difference is, I don't care if they say I can or not Jac: that's your problem that you do Jude: I still have things I care about that they can take off me Jac: sucks to be you then Jude: cheers Jude: top quality sisterly advice Jac: I don't care about you Jude: I got that cos you keep saying it over & over Jac: Why are you still here Jude: what else am I gonna do? homework? Jude: not allowed to go nowhere Jac: might be an idea Jude: 💩💡 Jac: you'll live Jude: 🤏 Jac: you're all so pathetic Jude: it's you acting so hard done by Jac: yeah Jac: how'd you work that one out, genius Jude: the whinging happening Jude: just mute me like you have irl Jac: I'm not the one begging to go out Jac: but sure Jude: I asked, once, but alright Jac: and now you're moaning about having to do homework, which you won't do anyway Jac: and this whole time have been talking about things I don't care about ad nausea Jac: but you're SO right Jude: nah, I answered that I'd rather stay here 🗨 than do it since you asked Jac: you're boring, Jude Jude: you can't be bothered to chuck out a decent insult, nowt to do with me Jac: it's just the truth Jac: you wish there was anything more colourful to call you Jac: you just are Jude: you wish I was 💔😭 like Jess when you start on him Jac: if you get it, like you say, then you'd realise I literally don't think about you at all Jude: I get that you want me to piss off rn, it ain't happening Jac: I want you to piss off, that's about your lot Jac: so have at it Jude: yeah yeah Jude: just said that myself Jac: then do it Jude: what you gonna do 🥊 me? Jac: don't start or you'll find out Jude: you start everything Jac: so? Jude: so 🥊 me Jude: idc about that Jude: I'll smack you back Jac: then I'll fucking kill you Jac: leave me alone, I have nothing to say to you, I don't want to hear anything from you Jac: it's as simple as that Jude: but why? Jude: you've never said Jac: I don't like you Jude: it's more than that Jac: What could be more than that Jude: you didn't like me before, we still 🗨 Jac: and what was the point Jude: you're my sister Jac: and Jude: and you used to be bothered about it Jac: not now Jude: what happened? Jac: I got bored of you Jude: alright Jac: great Jude: [no reply I can really give so I'll just leave that there lol]

[pagetgram]

Paget Brewster attending Zoom Rehearsal for the Thrilling Adventure Hour Social Distancing Live Stream (x,x)