#that are NEW and that are being experienced as part of a cultural wave

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where are the Spenser jackets and bonnets why is everyone in evening dress outside

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The Settler Violence You Don’t Hear About

We all know about the Turkish occupation of Cyprus and the hundreds of thousands of Turkish settlers living there since the Turkish invasion and occupation of part of the island in 1974. Actually no, most people have never heard about the illegal Turkish settlement of Cyprus, but that’s a subject for a different story. I want to talk about a more recent Turkish illegal settlement, one that is both ongoing and far more severe.

In June 2024, while Turkey was frothing at the mouth about the treatment of Arabs in "Occupied Palestine" – that is, Israel – Syrian refugees, also Arabs, were being lynched in Turkey for allegedly harassing a Turkish child. This was nothing new. According to EuroMed Rights, this was "yet another example in a series of anti-refugee discontent and violence. Turkey has previously experienced waves of lynching and attacks against refugees in 2014, 2017, and 2019, alongside individual offences that often go unpunished due to a pervasive culture of impunity."

However, this time the Arabs didn’t take this lying down.

Syrian militias allied with Turkey launched several attacks against Turks in Turkish-occupied northern Syria, resulting in Turkish fatalities. This is where it gets interesting, so let’s talk about this occupation for a little bit.

The Turkish-occupied region of Syria is around one-third larger than the West Bank and is rife with human rights abuses that are simply ignored by the Western media. In fact, in 2021 the NYT was accused by Kurdish and international activists of whitewashing Turkey’s occupation…which I bet you didn’t hear about either.

In 2018, Turkey invaded the majority-Kurdish Afrin District of northwest Syria ostensibly to prevent Kurdish attacks against Turkey in what was ironically called “Operation Olive Branch.” To quote Turkish President Recep Tayyip Erdoğan, "What can that terror army target but Turkey? Our mission is to strangle it before it's even born." So, very proactive self-defense.

Kurdish refugees leaving Afrin in Northern Syria

As many as 510 civilians were killed in the operation. Other atrocities included the mutilation of a female corpse by Turkey's Syrian National Army proxies, indiscriminate bombardment of civilians by Turkish forces, and shooting of refugees fleeing into Turkey.

However, the worst was yet to come. After Turkish-led forces had captured the Afrin District in 2018, they engaged in a wide resettlement program that included moving Arab settlers from southern Syria into homes that belonged to the displaced Kurdish and Yazidi locals. The previous owners were then prevented from returning to Afrin to reclaim their stolen homes. This wasn’t a chaotic process but a conscious ethnic replacement by the Turkish government and its SNA proxies.

Al Amal 2, one of the Arab settlements build in Afrin.

Paragraph 47 of the report of the Independent International Commission of Inquiry on the Syrian Arab Republic submitted to the UN Human Rights Council noted that "multiple accounts indicate that the property of Kurdish owners was looted and appropriated by Syrian National Army members in a coordinated manner. For example, in September 2019, civilians in the Shaykh al-Hadid subdistrict (of the Afrin region) described how members of Division 14, Brigade 142 (the Suleiman Shah Brigade) of the Syrian National Army had gone from door to door instructing Kurdish families with fewer than three members to vacate their houses to accommodate individuals arriving from outside of Afrin." It was also reported by Al-Monitor and Arab News that Yazidi and Kurdish women and girls have been kidnapped by the SNA for ransom, rape, or forced marriage. It stands to reason this was also done to “encourage” Kurds to leave the region.

Following the Turkish invasion, as many as 200,000 indigenous Kurds and Yazidis fled from the Afrin District while an estimated 458,000 settlers moved into their homes. According to a GenocideWatch article from 2020, the size of the indigenous population of Kurds in the Afrin region dropped from 97 percent before the occupation to 34.8 percent.

This is an ongoing process. According to a report by the Hawar News Agency from 2024, “Within the aim of separating Afrin from Syria and annexing it, the Turkish occupation continues to commit crimes, intimidate the people, and trade in their property by Turkey's settlers and mercenaries. Local sources said that a settler from the southern Aleppo countryside sold a house belonging to the citizen Issam Hussein, a resident of the village of Andariyah, in the city of Janders to another settler for $1,500.”

But wait, this gets even crazier!

Many of these settlers are Palestinians.

That’s right. Even as you read these lines, illegal Palestinian settlers are moving from the West Bank into stolen Kurdish homes in an occupied region, displacing and replacing the indigenous population… and they’re proud of it!

According to a 2022 article from the Afrin Post, “the first part of a residential community constructed in Jindires district was opened, with direct funding from the residents of Al-Zaeem village in the occupied city of Jerusalem. The project plan consists of 75 housing units, each of which consists of 4 houses, to accommodate about 220 families. Today, 32 housing units (about 128 families) have been settled in, while work is underway and preparations are being completed to start the second part of the project.”

"Funded by Al Zaim donations, in Quds Town.”

According to exiled Kurdish politician Abdulrahman Apo, all the villages of Afrin have been “turned into settlements. In addition to Syrian Arabs, 10,000 Palestinians are stationed in Afrin.”

A spokesman for one of the Palestinian settlements said, "Today, we arrived from Palestine to the airport, and from there to northern Syria, to deliver the housing units… [We] know the meaning of occupation, displacement, asylum and home displacement."

He sure does! He’s actively engaged in it! He’s doing exactly what the Palestinians falsely accuse Israel of doing, only on steroids.

In just a few years, more than 100 settlements have been built by Turkey and funded by Gulf countries and Palestinian associations in areas under Turkey’s control. In fact, one of the settlements is even called “Palestine Ajnadine.”

What can I say? The man is a master of irony, almost as much as the genius who called the whole thing "Operation Olive Branch."

Western liberals make so much noise about Israel, they silence the screams and pleas of tens of millions of victims of severe and ongoing human right abuses all over the planet. This obsessive tunnel vision creates the ultimate smokescreen for a plethora of atrocities that dwarf anything Israel may be involved in. Be honest, I’m sure you’ve never heard about Palestinian settlements on Kurdish land before you read this article. Why would you? Western media never talks about it. Western intellectuals never talk about it. It seems no one cares about it except the Kurds themselves.

This obfuscation by fake moral outrage is a big reason for Turkey’s ostensible obsession with Gaza. It’s less their concern for the Palestinians or objection to settlements, and more their desire to distract from their own ongoing crimes. I’m sure the Kurds, as well as the Greeks, Cypriots, Syrians, and other nations colonized by Turkey, would appreciate it, if Western liberals could spare some of their moral outrage for the occupation and colonization of these nations.

URI KURLIANCHIK

DEC 3

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My Little Saesang (Part 1)

chubby reader x idol jungkook

Summary: Y/N had been a super fan for a while. Some would say bordering on saesang or creep level. She didn't think she was one, till she experienced an incident that made her stop being a fan. She had never thought that Jungkook or any of BTS ever noticed her, as she was part of the masses of obsessive fans. But they had. Especially, one doe eyed idol in particular. He never thought he would miss his fan, or shall we say saesang. Yet, he couldn't help but notice her absence. And he didn't know when her presence started to matter to him so much.

Disclaimer: The Jungkook represented in this fic does not reflect the true actions or thoughts of the real life Jungkook. Please treat this fic as exactly what it is, fiction

Triggers: Critique of fandom culture and kpop as a whole, identity crisis, eventual smut

Note: Not proofread. Slated to be approximately 4 parts or less.

"Y/N, what the hell are you still doing in that cafe? Didn't we come over here to spy on Jungkook at his house before he heads off to M-CountDown for his performance? I don't remember scheduling a pit-stop for you to have a second lunch", Kim-Hee glared down at me through her thick framed black glasses that honestly sort of made her look like a sexy principal. Anger at being diverted from her goal of catching the tan pop-star in his sweaty excellence seemed to cloud her vision.

I retorted back with a snort, "You know me very well at this point, after being my fellow saesang comrade in arms for close to 2 years girl. I am digesting my food baby as we speak and will soon be ready for delivery in that nasty garbage ass smelling toilet. I have a date with the shits, so to speak. Don't you see that my jeans are popped open and the zip down ready to go. I don't got the energy to chase this man today. Our stunt at New York was bad enough, don't you think"? Shaking my head at her idiocy even after knowing me for so long, I exclaimed, "Feel free to chase him in time for his ending fairy if you feel like it though. I am just not feeling it today".

Kim Hee, my bestie, stared at me with squinted eyes, black tiny eyes glittering in the harsh sun, "Girl, you were the one who had this all scheduled out a month back? How could you not bloody commit at the crucial time!!!! Our fucking junior fans are counting on your stupid ass". I waved my right at her in dismissal, ramen sauce covering my lips like a new Fenty lipstick that I just could not afford right now with my measly ass job as janitor at KBS.

I snarled back in irritation, "Tell those kids to go and study in college, that's more important than following his dumb ass anyways. He won't remember them for their troubles. At max, he will remember a few fans from their initial debut days , get married to a rich ass plasticky actress, have beautiful spoiled kids, and die a rich philanthropist. Saesangs don't get paid if you catch my point. Honestly, if it paid as a job, I would consider it. But I think I may have to retire". I patted my distended stomach in contentment, satisfied with the first proper meal I had in 3 days, stalking JK with my team all over New York and then catching a flight to Korea for his album showcase.

My bestie stared at me now in shock, with wide eyes, hands waving in the air, clearly confused at my statements, "Didn't you just say a week ago that this was all worth it? That supporting our faves, especially BTS, and the lord and savior himself , Jungkook, was a noble passion to pursue? Why have you suddenly done a 180 on us and him like this"? I flinched visibly at her reminder of what I used to be and who I used to be. The person she described felt foreign to me now. Ever since I opened my eyes and saw what fans, especially super fans like us, who didn't have a life outside of BTS suffered, I was a reformed woman. A reformed woman who had decided as of now to save all my money for some botox and a dental appointment, some clothes for mom and dad, and a hot meal for my younger sister. I was going to go from being a crysallis to a butterfly. In essence, I was going to woman the fuck up. That's what the fuck I was about to do with my life.

With this aim in mind, I slammed my fist against the plastic table, startling Kim Hee. "Bestie, you never got close enough to JK to see how much he hated it, okay? He hated us in those moments that we invaded his privacy. Remember that one time I snuck up on the set of them filming "Black Swan" to give him a godiva chocolate my mom had brought back from Sweden?" Kim Hee nodded in assent, clearly knowing how much of big deal it was for me to part with food of any kind, for any reason, for anyone (Even my own family). I loved luxury chocolate and food in general. Nobody could rip it out of my hands , as evidenced by Kim Hee and all our friends in middle school when I slapped a guy stupid and hit him in the nuts for taking a ferrero rocher out of my hands---the motherfucker.

I continued ,"Well I gave it to his hands while he was waiting outside at the entrance of the set. Even normies like me are allowed on that area, it was not a restricted filming area. I just left the chocolate next to where he was sitting, with a red bow (his name engraved on it) wrapped around it. He legit stared at me in confusion, like he had not seen me for the past 9 years, sneered at me, disdain in his beady black eyes and threw the chocolate in the dustbin like it was as figment of his imagination". Kim Hee stared at me in dismay, clearly knowing that what I considered the foremost cardinal sin in life was throwing away food, particularly expensive food.

I wrung my hands in the air, holding in my tears, "Bestie, it was white chocolate, do you understand? It was limited christmas edition. I could never afford that chocolate in my dreams , if not for one of mom's colleagues gifting it to her. Chili ,(my sister) was yapping about it for days, salivating, thinking she could bite into it. And I sacrificed it to an undeserving multi millionaire". I sat back down on the bench, numbly, tears streaming down my face. I was so done with him and the entire group at this point. I understand that what we do, Saesangs, stalkers, whatever they like to call us, is not correct. We should not be so invasive. But I always told the kids who followed in my footsteps that we could support them, but just not to the point that we impinged on their personal lives. I had done some fucked up things as a newbie army, but two years into their debut, I understood that limits were required.

The most I had ever done since then, was to gift the members things as a fan. Whatever I could afford. Whether that was their favorite convenience store snack left by us on the set of one of their music video shoots. Or a pack of gum or their favorite desserts when we attended fan meets. I and the girls who followed me on these adventures, as I used to call them, never snuck into HYBE. We were of the more benign variety, not on par with the crazies who took the same flight as them (not that I could afford that), or collected saliva, sweat, and urine samples. For goodness sakes, we didn't even run after their vehicles, we just waved politely and jumped up and down like rabid dogs that had treats waved in their faces.

The moment I was compelled to stop following my fave, or I guess my former bias as of now, was simply when he casually looked at the chocolate I had left next to him as though it were poison, and tossed it in the trash without looking back. That was when I knew, I was worthless in his eyes, along with the rest of the fans who tried so hard.

We shelled out money saved up from little jobs and pocket money accumulated for months together, to buy expensive albums, merchandise, and anything else they put out. We forgo the little luxuries like nicer shoes and warmer coats in winter to buy tickets for outdoor showcases and shiver in the cold wind to just catch a glimpse of one of their half smiles. We stream their music that speaks of love that we do not comprehend, love whose face is so unfamiliar in our youth that we would pass it by as though it were a stranger. When we don't have anyone in our lives to hug us and hold us and kiss us, to wipe our tears and pat us on the back when we are down and to tell us that everything will be alright, we stare at them in the tabloids extrapolating who they could be in love with, fantasizing about a love that could never be ours. We live our lives, living for them, living around them as though we are satellites caught int he orbit of a bigger planet, and now, it does not make sense to me anymore.

It may just be a chocolate, stupid worthless and insignificant to him. It may be cheap, a show of cheap love that he wishes to spit on. But it wasn't cheap to me. My love wasn't cheap. Food isn't cheap, especially food bestowed with love. And I was done giving my love away for free, as though it meant nothing. As though it were a cheap cigarette to be smoked and discarded, ground under the foot of someone who had finished using it for a fleeting high. Cheap and dispensable and convenient, that's what we were, what I had become.

I cringed internally as my gaze redirected towards Kim Hee. I croaked out in determination while chewing on the remnants of soggy ramyun, "We are done babe. I am through with this horrible, parasitic relationship. I am going to figure out how to make myself rich or get rich through marriage. I am done being stupid, falling over myself for a guy or a group of guys who don't see or appreciate me. They get rich on my desperation, and I don't wish to give them that power anymore".

[jimi-rawlings]

Arusi - Wikipedia

TUXÔN SON OF OGUN: S-1 JUNGLE GOD, ONYE NCHE PALACE WARRIOR, CRICKET BOWLING GOD, CULTURE, ENVIRONMENTAL, ONYE NCHE: ECSTASY-DIRTY DANCING DRUMMING ORCHESTRA, CARNAL AND CASUAL SEXUAL DESIRES, MONEY WORSHIPPING, NOUCHI, TRICKERY, CROSSROADS, DESTRUCTION, AND BLUE HEAD PLUTONIAN PRINCIPALITY ARUSHI

TUXÔN SPIRITUAL BAPTIST (ANCHOR-VESSEL INVOCATION RELIGION) YAHWISM RELIGION

The practices of Yahwism included festivals, ritual sacrifices, vow-making, private rituals, and the religious adjudication of legal disputes.

TUXÔN Layered Aries Constellation Pairs: Virgo, Cancer, Capricorn;

Material religion is a framework used by scholars of religion to examine the interaction between religion and material culture. 

Auditory illusions are illusions of real sound or outside stimulus.[1] These false perceptions are the equivalent of an optical illusion: the listener hears either sounds which are not present in the stimulus, or sounds that should not be possible given the circumstance on how they were created.[2] Composers have long been using the spatial components of music to alter the overall sound experienced by the listener.[14] One of the more common methods of sound synthesis is the use of combination tones. Combination tones are illusions that are not physically present as sound waves, but rather, they are created by one's own neuromechanics*.[15] (Ecstasy and Percocet)

Dioceses ruled by an archbishop are commonly referred to as archdioceses; most are metropolitan sees, being placed at the head of an ecclesiastical province. In the Catholic Church, some are suffragans of a metropolitan see or are directly subject to the Holy See.

Strega Tradwave is a Angolan artistic style using synthwave and vaporwave art to promote traditional catholicism and promote Venice cultural antagonism. Tradwave usually uses traditional catholic paintings, sculptures, or photographs of saints, given with vaporwave effects, often with a bible verse or quote about catholicism. The art usually tries to convey a resurrection of catholic spirituality in the modern atheist world. Figures often depicted in Tradwave art include Jesus Christ, the Virgin Mary, Ven. Fulton Sheen, Cardinal Robert Sarah, and Mother Angelica.

Tradwave music often takes the form of two main styles. One of them is catholic hymns with vaporwave effects and traditional Vaporwave/Lo-Fi music. It can also have quotes from modern prolific Catholic figures, such as Ven. The other theme is Fulton Sheen and Cardinal Robert Sarah. Brasil Street Photography.

In astrology, Pluto is called "the great renewer" and is considered to represent the part of a person that destroys in order to renew by bringing up buried intense needs and drives to the surface, and expressing them, even at the expense of the existing order. It is associated with absolutes, power, extremities, transformations, incredible feats, mass movements, and the need to cooperate or share with another if each is not to be destroyed.[42] Pluto governs major business and enormous wealth, mining, surgery and detective work, and any enterprise that involves digging under the surface to bring the truth to light. Pluto is also associated with Tuesday, alongside Mars since Pluto is the higher octave of that planet in astrology.

TRILLWAVE HISTORY: The earliest form of "trill" music was Memphis Rap, also known as Memphis Horrorcore (depending on who you ask). Memphis Horrorcore would essentially be the birth of trap. Three Six Mafia would help invent the triplet rap flow, which many rappers to this day use in many songs. The signature sound of jazz/funk samples often used on top of raw drums, snares, hats, percussions, and cowbells. It really was a whole new sound the world hadn't heard before. This aesthetic would also extend beyond music, with the cover art for a lot of the mid-to-late 90s Memphis albums being misty, dark, often devilish, and very obviously done on a budget. All in all, Memphis Rap is an important part of Trillwave. Once the late 2000s rolled around, new generation artists started to experiment with trap/rap music, and in the early 2010s, "phonk" was born due to the infamous artist SpaceGhostPurrp. Phonk would forever change the world of hip-hop and helped define the early 2010s "swag era" or "trill era".

The word "possession" is used here in its neutral form to mean "a state (sometimes psychological) in which an individual's normal personality is replaced by another". This is also sometimes known as 'aspecting'. This can be done as a means of communicating with or getting closer to a deity or spirit, and as such need not be viewed synonymously with demonic possession. In some religious traditions including Shamanism, "invocation" means to draw a spirit or Spirit force into one's own body and is differentiated from "evocation", which involves asking a spirit or force to become present at a given location. Possessive invocation may be attempted singly or, as is often the case in Wicca, in pairs - with one person doing the invocation (reciting the liturgy or prayers and acting as anchor), and the other person being invoked (allowing themselves to become a vessel for the spirit or deity). The person successfully invoked may be moved to speak or act in non-characteristic ways, acting as the deity or spirit; and they may lose all or some self-awareness while doing so. A communication might also be given via imagery (a religious vision).

The Heavenly host (Hebrew: צבאות ṣəḇāʾōṯ, "armies") refers to the army (or host) of Yahweh, as mentioned in both the Hebrew and Christian Bibles, as well as other Abrahamic texts. Principalities are enormous as they are said to make up entire planes with their bodies. They are shown wearing a crown and carrying a scepter, with massive metallic wings of a dimly gold color. They also are shown to be wearing humanoid masks of various silver and gold colors, and rarely do they ever reveal their faces. They are strong in performing miracles, in attracting the celestial gifts and in redistributing them after receiving them. It is said that at the end of the world the powers of the heavens will be disrupted, because for their activity wonderful things will be accomplished on the elements. They are those who possess a sovereign character with power of command within the divine order. Principalities collaborate with the Powers in the management of human politics, receiving orders directly from the Dominions Angels. In the Kabbalah, they inhabit the sephirah Netzach and rule over love and beauty, with Anael being their leader. (Winged Celestial Beings Under YHWH)

Ayurveda therapies have varied and evolved over more than two millennia.[2] Therapies include herbal medicines, special diets, meditation, yoga, massage, laxatives, enemas, and medical oils.[10][11] Ayurvedic preparations are typically based on complex herbal compounds, minerals, and metal substances (perhaps under the influence of early Indian alchemy or rasashastra).

Hellenistic African YAHWISM Syncretism: Eros-Dionysus-Plutus-Erotes; Planetary Intelligence is PLUTONIAN Byzantine-Garden of Hesperides, Berith-Powers-Bucchus Planetary Intelligence is PLUTONIAN Garden of Eden, and Tuxôn-Mbatuku: spirit of wealth-Ikoro: drum spirit-Principality; Planetary Intelligence is PLUTONIAN Central Africa-ONYE NCHE Gardens both with Saturn Tutlery Spirit

A ranger is typically someone in a law enforcement or military/paramilitary role specializing in patrolling a given territory, called "ranging" or "scouting". a member of a body of armed men. Onye Nche is Africa's GRIGORI/EROTES

Ethnic Group, ONYE NCHE: Boxing Gym Culture Gangsters; Black separatism is a separatist political movement that seeks separate economic and cultural development for those of African descent in societies. Ethnic separatism can be based on cultural, linguistic as well as religious or racial differences. Ethnic separatist movements were relevant since they represented historical delineations between states, or in recent times, were the cause of conflicts between peoples in Europe, Africa and Asia with different ethnic/linguistic origins.

The term professional–managerial class (PMC) refers to a social class within capitalism that, by controlling production processes through occupying a superior management position, is neither proletarian nor bourgeoisie. Metropolitan elite is a term used to describe politically liberal people whose education has traditionally opened the doors to affluence, wealth and power and who form a managerial elite. The proletariat (/ˌproʊlɪˈtɛəriət/; from Latin proletarius 'producing offspring') is the social class of wage-earners, those members of a society whose possession of significant economic value is their labour power (their capacity to work).[1] A member of such a class is a proletarian or a proletaire. Marxist philosophy regards the proletariat under conditions of capitalism as an exploited class[2]⁠ forced to accept meager wages in return for operating the means of production, which belong to the class of business owners, the bourgeoisie.

ONYE NCHE Female Genome Editing (C-Cup Breast Augmentation, Heart Shape Butt Augmentation, Layered WavyCurls for Volume, Diamond Face, Lipodissolve, Full Body Etching, Hyaluronic Acid Red Melanin, and Hazel Eyes)

Architecture Influence: Art Deco with Cycladic Marina.

Religion: Urban shamanism distinguishes traditional shamanism found in indigenous societies from Western adaptations that draw on contemporary and modern roots. Urban shamanism is practiced primarily by people who do not originate in a traditional indigenous society and who create unique methods that do not follow or claim authenticity in any prior tradition. Urban shamanism traces its beginnings to efforts by Westerners to come to terms with psychoactive plant experiences using their own modern frames of cultural reference influenced by, but outside of, the indigenous rites in which plant medicine is traditionally based. The related terms digital shamanism and digital psychedelia are schools of thought born out of the convergence of technological changes, art movements, and Eastern philosophies during the late 20th century. Metropolitan Elite is a term used to describe politically liberal people whose education has traditionally opened the doors to affluence, wealth and power and who form a managerial elite. The Spiritual Baptist faith is a religion created by persons of African ancestry in the plantations they came to in the former British West Indies countries predominantly in the islands of a Grenada, Saint Vincent and the Grenadines, Tobago and the Virgin Islands. It is syncretic Afro-Caribbean religion that combines elements of the many varied traditional African religions brought by the enslaved populations combined with Christianity. Spiritual Baptists consider themselves to be Christians. "The religious practice involves a music-centered worship service, in which collective singing and drumming accompany spirit possession and animal sacrifice (typically goats, sheep, and fowl)." Trinidad Orisha practice involves call-and-response singing accompanied by a trio of drums. Men can wear a headwrap however the very top of the head is usually left uncovered. (Graffiti Surfstreet with Durags) Trinidad Orisha practice involves call-and-response singing accompanied by a trio of drums. Djembe, Tammas, Bougarabou, with Steelpan 808s.

Clientelism or client politics is the exchange of goods and services for political support, often involving an implicit or explicit quid-pro-quo.[1][2][3] It is closely related to patronage politics and vote buying.[4]

Sin Stock Investment Trust: Pay a minimum of 90% of their taxable income to their shareholders through dividends; Arms, Tobacco, Pharmaceuticals, Entertainment District Rental Properties, and Sports Betting. (Piccadilly Circus as an Example) Lastly, maritime corruption may be categorized according to various fraud scenarios,[8] such as: under-invoicing, where the merchandise in question is declared of lower value than the actual sale price in the invoice, bribes paid to gain contracts, where large shipping and commercial vessel companies bid for long term contracts from large exporters, illicit payments to marine surveyors, so that the surveyor is paid illegally in order to give a better review of the inspected vessel, facilitation payments to customs officers, where bribes are paid to officers to ensure smooth customs procedures and to turn a blind eye to certain procedural requirements, and illegal purchase of letters of credit, where payment is promised for certain documents which validate that goods have been delivered as required.

Boxing Gym Culture Five Senses City: Touch; Boxing and Graffiti Surfstreet Fashion, Taste; Fish and Potatoes, Sound; Palace Music, Sight; Townsquare and Marina Architecture, Scent; Cucumber-Coconut Milk and Musk;

Tutlery Spirit: ONYE NCHE ARUSHI Drumming Orchestra Crista with IKORO. Saturn is the planet. SAMYAZA OATH When the rebel angels first meet upon Mount Hermon to organize their secret society of 200 members, Samyaza, as their recognized chieftain initially doubts the initiates' resolve to forswear heaven. This they had planned to achieve through dark combinations and clandestine oaths under penalty of death, thereby binding themselves to that treachery in which they would use their heaven-acquired knowledge to create a counterfeit religion on earth to satisfy their lusts and carnal desires.

REMAKE SHANGO BAPTIST FOR TUXÔN "Cool," temperate, calm gods ONLY; Shango Baptists was created in Trinidad and only practiced in Trinidad. It has no relation to the spiritual baptist religion. Shango is the practice of the Trinidad Orisha religion. In Trinidad, Orisha is also called Shango, and the term "Shango Baptist" is sometimes used to describe worshipers who are involved with both Spiritual Baptism and Orisha/Shango. The term "Shango Baptist" has come to have negative connotations for some worshippers of both Spiritual Baptism and Orisha/Shango, who argue that those who say "Shango Baptist" conflate the two religions, when in fact they are completely separate religions. As some have said, "There is no thing as Shango Baptist. Shango is Shango. Baptist is Baptist".[7] Others say that Shango Baptists simply "wear two hats"; their mixture of "Baptist and Orisha practices" is a result of similar oppression by colonial authorities in Trinidad.[8]; In practice, the Trinidad Orisha religion is not connected with the Spiritual Baptisms. Orisha worship services are not similar to and not held at the same locations as Spiritual Baptist churches.[9]; Trinidad Orisha practice involves call-and-response singing accompanied by a trio of drums.; "The religious practice involves a music-centered worship service, in which collective singing and drumming accompany spirit possession and animal sacrifice (Duck)."[3]; Donna P. Hope defines dancehall culture as a "space for the cultural creation and dissemination of symbols and ideologies that reflect the lived realities of its adherents, particularly those from the inner cities of Jamaica."[40] Dancehall culture actively creates a space for its "affectors" (creators of dancehall culture) and its "affectees" (consumers of dancehall culture) to take control of their own representation, contest conventional relationships of power, and exercise some level of cultural, social and even political autonomy.; Such a drastic change in the popular music of the region generated an equally radical transformation in fashion trends, specifically those of its female faction. In lieu of traditional, modest "rootsy" styles, as dictated by Rastafari-inspired gender roles; women began donning flashy, revealing – sometimes X-rated outfits. This transformation is said to coincide with the influx of slack lyrics within dancehall, which objectified women as apparatuses of pleasure. These women would team up with others to form "modeling posses", or "dancehall model" groups, and informally compete with their rivals.; This newfound materialism and conspicuity was not, however, exclusive to women or manner of dress. Appearance at dance halls was exceedingly important to acceptance by peers and encompassed everything from clothing and jewelry, to the types of vehicles driven, to the sizes of each respective gang or "crew", and was equally important to both sexes.; Remake ten of the major cultural imperatives or principles that constitute the dancehall worldview.

Arushi Attributes: Vice, Horcrux Warfare, Knowledge, Culture Theory (Culture, Art, Aesthetics, Bohemian) (Esthétique Antagonique; Aesthetic Theory, Culture Antagonist, Industrial Sub-Culture, and Edgy Arts), Art as a Medium for Linguistics, Commercial Commerce, Athletics, Carnal Love, Festivals, Artisanal Cash Crops, Distorted Sensory Play, Five Senses City, Liberal Arts, Côte d'Ivoire, and Blue Head.

Linguistics Arts (Fusion Language of Igbo as a Culture Planning Language for Onye Nche Patois; Phrasal Verbs; Noun Groups; Vowel Harmony): Originally, Patois was used to refer to non-standard varieties of French, used by peasants in France. Mid 17th century French, Patois meant ‘rough speech’. The word is usually associated with low status in comparison with the standard language of society. Especially in the Anglophone Caribbean region , the name Patois have been associated with French Creole dialects. Speakers of 17th and 18th French, came in contact with speakers of Yoruba, Ewe, Wolof, Igbo and Twi among various other West African languages. Between 350 BC and 150 AD, the expansion of the Empire, together with its administrative and educational policies, made Latin the dominant native language in continental Western Europe. Latin also exerted a strong influence in southeastern Britain, the Roman province of Africa**, western Germany, Pannonia and the whole Balkans.[25] The Romance languages, also known as the Latin[1] or Neo-Latin[2] languages, are the languages that are directly descended from Vulgar Latin.[3] They are the only extant subgroup of the Italic branch of the Indo-European language family. Fusional languages or inflected languages are a type of synthetic language, distinguished from agglutinative languages by their tendency to use single inflectional morphemes to denote multiple grammatical, syntactic, or semantic features. In linguistics, agglutination is a morphological process in which words are formed by stringing together morphemes, each of which corresponds to a single syntactic feature. Languages that use agglutination widely are called agglutinative languages. For example, in the agglutinative language of Turkish, the word evlerinizden ("from your houses") consists of the morphemes ev-ler-i-n-iz-den. Agglutinative languages are often contrasted with isolating languages, in which words are monomorphemic, and fusional languages, in which words can be complex, but morphemes may correspond to multiple features. In phonology, vowel harmony is a phonological rule in which the vowels of a given domain – typically a phonological word – must share certain distinctive features (thus "in harmony"). Vowel harmony is typically long distance, meaning that the affected vowels do not need to be immediately adjacent, and there can be intervening segments between the affected vowels. Generally one vowel will trigger a shift in other vowels, either progressively or regressively, within the domain, such that the affected vowels match the relevant feature of the trigger vowel. Common phonological features that define the natural classes of vowels involved in vowel harmony include vowel backness, vowel height, nasalization, roundedness, and advanced and retracted tongue root. Vowel harmony is found in many agglutinative languages. The given domain of vowel harmony taking effect often spans across morpheme boundaries, and suffixes and prefixes will usually follow vowel harmony rules. Art teaches communication by providing another way of portraying feelings, ideas, and arguments to an audience besides words. Also, it asks viewers to relate symbols and other abstract connections together to interpret a meaning from imagery. A noun group is a group of words relating to, or building on, a noun. Noun groups usually begin with an article (the, a, an) or determiner (this, that, these, those, my, your, his, her, its, our). It may have more than one adjective. 'The run-down old inner-city terrace house is for sale'. A phrasal verb is made up of a verb – usually a very common one, like 'make' – and a particle, like 'up'. Some phrasal verbs have two particles, for example put up with. The particle usually changes the meaning of the verb. Phrasal verbs look easy … after all, they're just a common verb followed by another little word. Often people don't even realise they need special attention. So what do you need to know about them? Here are some of the challenges.

Brothers of TUXÔN: Xô Igbo Name Signature with; Birth: Sensory Overload Asperger's Fetus Alcohol Consumption with Prenatal Hormones Vitamins; and Calcium Biometal Metabolism.

Animal Sacrifice is a Duck for Sex Drive and Speed.

Spiritual Animal is a Cheetah for Sex Drive and Speed.

Diet: Jamaican Fusion Pescatarian Potato Gastronomy for Nigerian Gastronomy.

2 Full Star Cardinal Signs and a Urban City Teenager Planetary Intelligence Cancer/Aries: Mercury, Moon, Sun/Neptune-Jupiter, Mars, Venus Brooklyn, NY.; age 17; Tutlery Spirit: Onye Nche (Pluto/Uranus-Saturn)

Jungle Capital Formula for African Games Retail Integration: Craftsmanship, Commercialism, Commerce, Cash-Conversion-Cycle, and Medium of Exchange. Horizontal integration involves the acquisition or merger of companies operating in the same industry and at the same stage of the supply chain. (Boxing, FL Studio and Poetic Meter, Track and Field, Rings Gymnastics, Real Estate Investment Trust, Sin Stocks Investment Trusts for Partying, and Culinary Linguistics).

Tuxôn Music School: Composition majors study contemporary composition approaches, analysis, orchestration, harmony, counterpoint, and music history. Ceremonial Orchestra Drum: Djembe, Tammas, Bougarabou; They are normally played with only the hands in a standing position. They have a full, deep, rich sound which can be heard for miles and is effective at all dynamic levels. They produce a kind of bass melody in the total rhythm. In other modern drumming situations, they are often used to back up djembes and tammas in a percussion group. Almost each of the orishas revered in the Yoruba religion has its own drum orchestra, which is of central importance for the cult of the respective deity. Drum music also represents the medium through which the ritual participant in ecstasy get in touch with the gods. Mozart Effect Composers Dancehall Production FL Studio with Djembe, Tammas, Bougarabou Theory Plugin and Bembé Rhythm Trinidad Orisha practice involves call-and-response singing accompanied by a trio of drums. Elementary School is Choir and Djembe; Middle School is Choir, Strings, and Djembe; High School is FL Studio. All Schools Teach Composition Music Study. The music was often related to national culture. It was culturally particular; from a particular region or culture. In the context of an immigrant group, folk music acquires an extra dimension for social cohesion. It is particularly conspicuous in immigrant societies, where Greek Australians, Somali Americans, Punjabi Canadians, and others strive to emphasize their cultural identity. They learn songs and dances that originate in the countries their grandparents came from. Fusion of cultures: Because cultures interact and change over time, traditional songs evolving over time may incorporate and reflect influences from disparate cultures. The relevant factors may include instrumentation, tunings, voicings, phrasing, subject matter, and even production methods. Trap Lyrics but based on National Customs so a Latino in Miami vs Jamaicans in Miami. In folk music a tune-family is, "a seeming multiplicity of melodies," reducible, "to a small number of 'models' or sets." One can think of the models or sets as deep structures. Often, "different tunes are the same," and, "the same tune is different."[1] Idiolectical (individual) or dialectical (based on context or on locale) variations may exist. Different families may also arise from the use of stock structures or of formulae such as stock phrases and motifs. In folk music, a tune is a short instrumental piece, a melody, often with repeating sections, and usually played a number of times.[15] A collection of tunes with structural similarities is known as a tune-family. America's Musical Landscape says "the most common form for tunes in folk music is AABB, also known as binary form."[16][page needed] In some traditions, tunes may be strung together in medleys or "sets."[17] Look up Romans 8 for Trap Religious Music. Trap folk music with Dance Beat.

SHANGO COURSE

Encomium (pl.: encomia) is a Latin word deriving from the Ancient Greek enkomion (ἐγκώμιον), meaning "the praise of a person or thing."[1] Another Latin equivalent is laudatio, a speech in praise of someone or something.

Encomium also refers to several distinct aspects of rhetoric:

A general category of oratory

A method within rhetorical pedagogy

A figure of speech praising a person or thing, but occurring on a smaller scale than an entire speech

The eighth exercise in the progymnasmata series

A literary genre that included five elements: prologue, birth and upbringing, acts of the person's life, comparisons used to praise the subject, and an epilogue[citation needed]

The basilikos logos (imperial encomium), a formal genre in the Byzantine empire

In Byzantine rhetoric, a basilikos logos (Greek: βασιλικòς λόγος, literally "imperial word") or logos eis ton autokratora ("speech to the emperor") is an encomium addressed to an emperor on an important occasion, regularly at Epiphany.[1]

The parameters of the genre were first set out in a treatise attributed to Menander Rhetor of the late 3rd century. The encomiast should praise the emperor's origins, his physical beauty, his upbringing, good habits, feats in peace and victories in war, philanthropy, good fortune and practice of the four cardinal virtues. He identified the presbeutikos, a speech of supplication given by a city to an emperor, as a subgenre of the basilikos logos. The panegyric of Constantine the Great delivered by Eusebius of Caesaria established a new convention of depicting the ideal emperor rather than the actual. The Christian basilikoi logoi dropped references to good fortune (tyche) in favour of piety. The term presbeutikos also shifted in meaning to refer to an ambassador's report.[1]

The delivery of a basilikos logos could be used as an occasion to subtly advise the emperor, becoming a sort of "mirror of princes". This is the form it took when Agapetos praised Justinian I (6th century) and when Basil I his son Leo VI (9th century). The surviving biography of the Empress Theodora (9th century) may originate in a basilikos logos addressed to her during her regency.[2] John the Oxite wrote and presumably delivered an unconventional logos that was highly critical of the policies of Alexios I Komnenos (11th century).[3] Michael Italikos (12th century) wrote a logos for the Emperor John II Komnenos based primarily on his deeds and another for Manuel I Komnenos that was more conventional.[1]

Byzantine texts

See also: Basilikos logos

Synesius, Bishop of Cyrene, De regno, speech delivered to emperor Arcadius.

Agapetus the deacon, speech delivered to emperor Justinian I. (c. 530s)

Basil I the Macedonian, Admonitory chapters I and II to his son emperor Leo VI the Wise

Constantine VII Porphyrogennetos, De Administrando Imperio, a domestic and foreign policy manual for the use of Constantine's son and successor, the Emperor Romanos II. (948–952)

Kekaumenos, Strategikon (1075/1078), chapters 77 – 91.

Archbishop Theophylact of Ohrid, Paideia Basilike (Lat. Institutio Regia) (c. 1088), addressed to his pupil Constantine Doukas, son of Emperor Michael VII Doukas.

Spaneas or Didaskalia Parainetike, modelled on the Isocratean Ad Demonicum (12th century)

Nikephoros Blemmydes, Andrias Basilikos (Lat. Regia statua, "Statue of a King"), written for Theodore II Laskaris, the future Nicaean emperor (c. 1250)

Thomas Magistros, La regalita addressed to Andronikos II Palaiologos. (14th century)

Manuel II Palaiologos, Paideia Regia dedicated to his son, John VIII Palaiologos. (15th century)

Tuxôn Favorite Songs

Ogochukwu by Seyi Vibez

Oluwaloseyi (Oluwaloseyi)

(I love you, I love you)

If you see me, you see star

Omoyi ma pami, Chiamaka, Undertaker (omoyi ma pami, Chiamaka, Undertaker)

Ma fi'ku t'oyara wo pa mi

Fashionista l'omo, ma t'epo s'alaami (fashionista l'omo, ma t'epo s'alaami)

Mallam mi, pe Aboki wa, kin she'wo, Mallam mi (pe Aboki wa, kin she'wo, Mallam mi)

O gbami, Didier Drogba, ogbaa (ogbaa)

Agba awo t'oun f'ase m'omi (agba awo t'oun f'ase m'omi)

Many girls want to woo me, woo me (many girls want to woo me, woo me)

Are you sure you want to do this? (want to do this?)

Bad boy, yours truly, truly (bad boy, yours truly, truly)

E get as e dey do me, do me

Sindodo, nkan t'oshe yen dun mi toh (Sindodo, nkan t'oshe yen dun mi toh)

Ogochukwu ogu longo

Insawodi, maya'wo, moya lo condom, mm

Mon p'ede fiki-gi fi-ti, fon-go

Kileti gbo, e tin gbo nkankan

Excuse me, me le passe, make you pardon

I love your fashion

Ejiro, o virgin but I'ma ride on

Balogun l'eyin obirin, emi Starboy

Go inside, put them sicken, aside on

My heart (heart), when we go fanshi? (fanshi)

Hey you, my chargie (chargie)

Seki', ma pami

Monseriki, fa mi

No go touch my maye

Se'ka setter, kaaye

Baby, Shiloh, awee

Holy center

Ramality

Awon parent mi, o ni wa mi ti

T'oba ba e soh, k'oya listen

Oh Warisi, k'oma reason

B'oje Hennessy l'ori, k'oya sip it

You no get shishi oh, o de ffizzy

Kako bi chicken, emi l'Oba Titi

Scatter the chart, no appealing

Ogochukwu ogu longo

Insawodi, maya'wo, mo ya lo condom, mm

Mon p'ede fiki-gi fi-ti, fon-go

Kileti gbo, e tin gbo nkankan

Excuse me, me le passe, make you pardon

I love your fashion

Ejiro, o virgin but I'ma ride on

Balogun l'eyin obirin, emi Starboy

Go inside, put them sicken, aside on

My heart (heart), or we go fanshi (fanshi)

Hey you, my chargie (chargie)

Seki', ma pami

Monseriki, fa mi

No go touch my maye

Se'ka setter, kaaye

Baby, Shiloh, awee

Holy center (Holy center)

Afi'emi, afi'emi, Shiloh

(Olusho, mon dahun)

You never let a n- down

Dem wan make the n- frown

Afi'emi, afi'emi, Shiloh

Olusho, mon dahun (Olusho, mon dahun)

You never let a n- down

Na who make the n- frown?

(Afi'emi, afi'emi, Shiloh, yeah)

Olusho, mon dahun (Olusho, mon dahun)

Olusho, mon dahun (Olusho, mon dahun)

"Numbers Don't Lie" by Popcaan

An-anywhere di killy dem stop

Gyal wan' fi gi' wi di contact

Tell-tell some bwoy don't try violate, man ah fly weh dem bat

Think mi ramp?

Sonny and Rane Day

More gyal fi mi and Dane Ray

No funny blood inna mi DNA

Diss badman, di SKL wi' spray-spray

I am way up

High like di 4th of July

From mi, pretty gyal roll up

Shootin' mi shot like Kawhi

Wah 'mount ah gyal mi have, yeah

Numbers don't lie, yeah

Wah 'mount ah Matic mi have, yeah (Dane Ray)

Numbers don't lie

Wah 'mount ah respect wi have

Numbers don't lie

Gyal wan' gimmi pussy pon di first day

Yuh know mi don't lie (Weh!)

Surprise di place like di Raptors dem

Have gyal ah reminisce pon di backaz dem

Gyal ah cuss-cuss fi mi, one ah mi hottaz dem

Unruly nuh wear di knockaz dem (Yeah!)

V16 engines

Spaceship wid di lock sport built it

Bwoy cyan diss my team

Man ah bad before mi reach 16

Man ah Gad inna di earth, dawg

Bad anywhere inna di world, cah

Who dem pussy dem, dem ah learner

Badman buss yuh head wid di burner (Weh!)

I am way up

High like di 4th of July

From mi, pretty gyal roll up

Shootin' mi shot like Kawhi

Wah 'mount ah gyal mi have, yeah

Numbers don't lie

Wah 'mount ah Matic mi have, yeah (Dane Ray)

Numbers don't lie

Wah 'mount ah respect wi have

Numbers don't lie

Gyal wan' gimmi pussy pon di first day

Yuh know mi don't lie (Weh!)

Mi seh mi money nuff long time

Anuh just now

Cuban 'round mi neck (Weh!), fully buss down

9x19, fully custom

Mi yard run like ah airport killy customs (Mhmm)

Prettiest gyal have mi ting ah rub down

And ah seh she wan' gimmi head inna lump sum

Win some pretty tongue, gimmi wisdom

3 grand fi mi shoes dem weh yah touch ground

Pussy dem soft like Suavitel

Mi call dem name and mi nuh ring nuh bell (Mhmm hmm)

Dane Ray seh kill dem, mi seh might as well

Man crack dem skull just like ah turtle shell

Paint dem like ah enamel

Sonny and Rane Day

More gyal fi mi and Dane Ray (Yeah)

Gyallis inna mi DNA

Fuck off 'Shawna, Kay and Anna-Kay

I am way up

Trouble!

Yuh think mi [?]?

Woi

Sonny and Rane Day

More gyal fi mi and Dane Ray (Woi)

Gyallis inna mi DNA

ONYE NCHE NEUROPLASTICITY DRUG-CRIME NEXUS BASED ON TRAFFICKING

CPP, CNS Depressants, et FENTALOGS: Cul-de-sac

Grey-Decentralized Markets

Bastilles: Cul-de-sac Artist Résidences Penthouse Complexes

Raves

Acid House Art Gallery

International Film Festival

Hôtel Chefs

Seigneurial System/Tableau Economique Raw Material Économics Production Spot

Surautomatism

Discount Networking Acid House Party

Opium Dens and Fragrance Festivals

Pill Pressers

CNS depressants

Upper-tier County System

Defense Lawyers are Traplords (Trafficking P4P and Malicious Prosecution)

Cash Conversion Cycle (CCC)

Brain Receptor Dealing

Neuroplasticity Drug-Crime Nexus

Live-Pool Betting Monopoly Board Game

Summary Sentencing

Urban Level: Street Culture Art Gallery (Street culture may refer to: Urban culture, the culture of towns and cities, Street market, Children's street culture, Street carnival, Block party, Street identity, Street food, Café culture, Several youth subculture or counterculture topics pertaining to outdoors of urban centers. These can include: Street art, Street photography, Street racing, Street wear, Hip-hop culture, Urban fiction, Street sports, Streetball, Flatland BMX, Freestyling), Art Pedagogy, Artist Residency, Art Schools, and Art Plugs

Art Pedagogy: Arts-based pedagogy is a teaching methodology in which an art form is integrated with another subject matter to impact student learning. 28-30. Arts-based pedagogy results in arts-based learning (ABL),11 which is when a student learns about a subject through arts processes including creating, responding or performing. Aesthetic Teaching: Seeking a Balance between Teaching Arts and Teaching through the Arts. In aesthetic education, learning must be developed especially with the inclusion of sensations and with the help of feelings. Sensations and feelings should lead to movement, representation, and expression. Aesthetic learning often entails learning to distinguish certain qualities or objects aesthetically in different ways depending on the situation and the purpose. Certain things can be experienced in negative ways in one activity and in positive ways in another.

A designer drug is a structural or functional analog of a controlled substance that has been designed to mimic the pharmacological effects of the original drug, while avoiding classification as illegal and/or detection in standard drug tests

Major Vice: Solvent Levelling Effect Chemical Reaction Engineering et Placebo Effect (manufacturing), Suicide Tuesdays Levelling Effect (Rolling Tobacco, Oxytocin, Pain Killers, and Hydrocolloids Ecstasy) [Brain Receptors Dealing], Cash Back Program (Buy within 3 days of paycheck for extra Tobacco), Razor-Razor Blade C2C: Streetwear and PC Gaming (Business Model), Popcorn Marketing (Prices) Ecstasy-Opiods Singer-Dealers/Ecstasy-Xanax Producers-Drug Encroachment (Rave Teams), Smurfing-Embezzlement Painting, Cabaret et Burlesque, et Hotel Chains Budgeting, Real Estate Brokerage Trust Account

Grassroots Minor Vice: TRADWAVE Stickers/Shirts and Gum (Trafficking), Vape Smoke Tricks (Sprezzatura), Soundcloud Sharing Group Chats (Raves), Hôtel Chains Budgeting (Financial Forecasting and Budgeting), San Pellegrino Mini Fridge (Chilvary)

Body High Ecstasy Water; (Binding Agent) Microcrystalline Cellulose, Hydrocolloid Water-soluble Proteins, (Potentiation) Grapefruit Powder, (Activating Ingredients) meta-Chlorophenylpiperazine (mCPP), and Alprazolam; New York Minuite: Duds and meta-Chlorophenylpiperazine (mCPP); Fentalogs: acetyl fentanyl, butyryl fentanyl, beta- hydroxythiofentanyl, furanyl fentanyl, 4-fluoroisobutyryl fentanyl, acryl fentanyl, and U-47700; Tablet presses are machines designed to compress pharmaceutical powders and granules into tablets. They must be highly precise in order to create uniform tablets that each contain the same amount of active pharmaceutical ingredients and excipients; Habitants (French: [abitɑ̃]) were French settlers and the inhabitants of French origin who farmed the land along the two shores of the St. Lawrence River and Gulf in what is the present-day Province of Quebec in Canada. The term was used by the inhabitants themselves and the other classes of French Canadian society from the 17th century up until the early 20th century when the usage of the word declined in favour of the more modern agriculteur (farmer) or producteur agricole (agricultural producer). A fragrance wheel [1] also known as aroma wheel, fragrance circle, perfume wheel or smell wheel, is a circular diagram showing the inferred relationships among olfactory groups based upon similarities and differences in their odor.[1] The groups bordering one another are implied to share common olfactory characteristics. Fragrance wheel is frequently used as a classification tool in oenology and perfumery.

Books: Mirror for Princes, Psychology, and Business.

Genome Editing Signature: Diamond Face with Grey Eyes and Blonde Hair, Calcium Blood Overdose for ACTNX Gene and FBN1 Gene for Marfan for Fascia Type IIx Athletes, Sensory Processing Sensitive Brain, with Enzymes; Mutations; and Neurodisorders.

TUXÔN Commercialism Reference Style Nigerian Boxing: A system of Social and economic organization in which financial profit is valued above any other criterion or consideration. 

Training Gear: Focus Mitts, Punching Shield, Reflex Bag, Double End Bag, Heavy Bags, Tire for Pocket Training (one foot in)

Boxing Movement: Aesthetics, Athletics, and Agriculture (Life Drawing Modelling and Tracksuits with Outerwear, Boxing, Agriculture Mediums, Iron Metabolism); Anatomy: For Force-Velocity Curve Replace Power with Elastic for Fascia Type IIx Muscle Fibre with Dynamic Effort Method, Scapular Rings Gymnastics, 200m Isometric-Plyometric, 200m Isometric-Mobility, Isometric-Dynamic Plank, 200m Isometric Stretching, Leucine, Hydrolyzed Collagen, Keto BHB, and Iron Supplements with Lidocaine Numbing Cream and Tramadol Painkiller; Duck, Sheep Dairy, Rabbit, Beans, Spinach, And Potato for Iron Metabolism: Shoulder Roll Brawler: Pocket Fighting and Clinching. Use different Jab and Power Shot Types for Bladed Guard Manipulation for Signature Stance. The shoulder roll is a defensive move in its essence, one you can get to from any position or stance. It allows you to tuck your chin behind your shoulder to avoid your opponent’s punches.  

Boxing Museum: Theatre and Library, Sculpting Modelling (Scapula exercises works Traps and Serratus Anterior), Sculpting Courses, History Exhibit 

Chain Model: Pay-per-view Conglomerate, Magazines with Gyms, Solo Promotion and Teams Demotion Daily Fantasy Sports Rakes and Purses, Boxing Economy Magazines, AgriMediums for Rural Area Commerce, AgInvestors, Life Drawing Modelling and Tracksuits with Outerwear for 1% Class Interaction, British Boxing Museum, Memoir and Documentaries, Brain Donation, Anatomy and Calcium Metabolism Meta-analysis

Decentralized Gambling Economy: Pigou Effect, Corporate-Capital Gains Tax Haven, High Stakes Minimum Buy In, Domestic: Boxing, Retirement: Boat Racing, Residency Program for Tax Benefits

Signature Striking: Start Combos with Power Shots and End with Jabs

Naoya Inoue Influence for West African Shell (Bladed Half Guard): Wide Stance with Weight Forward, Inverted-V Target (Solar Plexus, Liver, Spleen, Obliques) opens Head as a Target, Centerline connection opens Flanks, Multiple Jab Triggers Self Counter Hooks Combo, Front Power Hooks over Jabs for Single Punches, Front Hooks and Front Jabs for Parry High Guard.

Boxing Gym Culture (Surf Culture Reengineering)

Surf culture includes the people, language, fashion, and lifestyle surrounding the sport of surfing. The history of surfing began with the ancient Polynesians. That initial culture directly influenced modern surfing, which began to flourish and evolve in the early 20th century, with its popularity peaking during the 1950s and 1960s (principally in Hawaii, Australia, and California). It has affected music, fashion, literature, film, art, and youth jargon in popular culture. The number of surfers throughout the world continues to increase as the culture spreads. Surfer Magazine was founded in the 1960s when surfing had gained popularity and was the initial voice for surf culture which included environmental activism. Localism or territorialism is a part of the development of surf culture in which individuals or groups of surfers claim certain key surfing spots as their own. Since ancient times among the Native Hawaiians, the appointed kahuna (priest) laid an offering of fish, said prayers, and performed other religious rites by a tree before it was felled to make a surfboard.[12] The ancient Hawaiians believed that the trees they made their surfboards (papa heʻe nalu) from had souls (ʻuhane),[22][23] and used the trunks of koa trees to build them. Their pae poʻo (bodyboards)[24][note 1] as well as kikoʻo and alaia surfboards were made from koa; however, olo, the longest and heaviest surfboards, were made from the lighter and more buoyant wood of the wiliwili, and were used exclusively by the nobility.[25] Heiaus are Hawaiian places of worship where sacrifices were offered, they include actual temples as well as natural objects or features of the landscape. Every activity in Hawaiian culture was associated with a cult devoted to a deity or the activity itself, such as surfing. [26][27] When the ocean was calm and there were no waves to surf, the kahuna lashed the surface of the sea with long strands of beach morning glory (pohuehue) vines and chanted, in unison with the surfers.

Promotion and Regulation: Solo Promotion and Weight Class Teams.

Magazines Owned Gyms as League Franchises: A franchise agreement is a contract under which the franchisor grants the franchisee the right to operate a business, or offer, sell, or distribute goods or services identified or associated with the franchisor's trademark, Ex. 250 Gyms for 5 Magazines 50 per Magazine.

Sculpting Modelling 

Sculpture is a form of artistic expression that involves modelling, sculpting or carving stone, wood or other materials. 

If you enjoy carving or molding figures from clay, metal, marble, or other materials, have excellent artistic talent and a keen imagination (and you played in the mud as a child), a career as a sculptor is for you.

Fine artists, including painters, sculptors*, and illustrators are also called: Artist.

Boxing Physiques can be a Reference for Sculptors. We just do what's need for the piece. Africa have the FARMING too.

No Closed Doors Super Series: Bi-monthly Six Fight Multi Locations Series with Behind the Scenes between Two Boxers

Box Raw Bi-weekly Boxing Economy Newspaper and Monthly Biography Magazine

Box Raw Fashion Label and Equipment

Box Raw Boxing Science Corporate Education

Box Raw Streaming Daily Fantasy Sportsbook (Options Trading Turf Accountant)

Boxing Gloves as Kit Rivals

Target Audience

Gamblers and BioEngineers

Turf Accounting Model

+EV

Python Programming Gaussian Distribution

Exotic Options Trading Live Betting

Parlays Minimum for Round Robins

Daily Fantasy Rakes

Street Culture

Street Food

Street Photography

Street Workout

Café Culture

Children's Street Culture

Block Party

Piccadilly Circus is a road junction and public space of London's West End in the City of Westminster. It was built in 1819 to connect Regent Street with Piccadilly. In this context, a circus, from the Latin word meaning "circle", is a round open space at a street junction.[1]: A street can often serve as the catalyst for the neighborhood's prosperity, culture and solidarity.

Ring Fundamentals Workout

Top position hold: 5 sets of 15 seconds, 30 sec. rest

Ring dip: 5 sets of 8-12 reps, 1 min. rest

Reverse row sit-back: 5 sets of 10-15 reps, 1 min. rest

Tuck/L-sit: 5 sets of 15 seconds, 30 sec. rest

Ring chin-up or pull-up: 5 sets of 8-12 reps, 1 min. rest

Dynamic/Isometric Superset Workout

Ring dip: 6-8 reps of dip, with a 15-sec. top position hold in between each rep. Do this for 5 sets with 1 min. rest between sets.

Reverse row sit-back: 6 to 8 reps with a 15-sec. tuck/L-sit in between each rep. Do this for 5 sets with 1 minute of rest between sets.

Ring chin-up or pull-up: 5 sets of 8 to 12 reps, with 1 minute of rest between sets.

Street Culture

Street Food

Street Photography

Street Workout

Café Culture

Children's Street Culture

Block Party

Bloor Street: A street can often serve as the catalyst for the neighborhood's prosperity, culture and solidarity.

Urban Fiction (Crime Newspaper Articles, Movies, TV Series) Caleb's Rise International Film Festival Genre: Street Literature Henriad Shakespeare Adaptation Thrillers.

Spiritual Catalyst: Djembe; Tammas; Bougarabou 808s Melody, Cinnamon Coffee-Tobacco, English Style Battered Scallops-Basil Potatoes, Mineral Water, Chlorophyll, Leucine-Creatine-Keto BHB-Hydrolyzed Collagen, Musk-Tobacco Fragrances, Cucumber-Coconut Milk Shea Butter Hyaluronic Acid Cosmetics, Money, Machine Pistols, Technology, Parties, Wool-Sheep Dairy, Modafinil-Painkillers-Iced Tea Promethazine Codeine, and Sports Betting.

MODAFINIL, PAINKILLERS, AND PROMETHAZINE CODEINE

Religious Ecstacy: Entheogens are psychedelic drugs—and sometimes certain other psychoactive substances—used for engendering spiritual development or otherwise in sacred contexts; Mu Recptor-Norpinephine Prescription Meds Ecstacy. The poet syndrome: opiates, psychosis and creativity L Rauch. J Psychoactive Drugs. 2000 Jul-Sep. For some people, heroin is a self-medicating tool used to control innate psychic sensitivity. The habitual use of heroin provides the sensitive addict with a definition of consciousness by containment, psychic buffering, and psychic marking. This article is an examination of the political and social history of opiates, opiates as antipsychotics, "drug of choice" as a determinant of self-medication, and the connection between creativity, spirituality, psychosis and addiction. Using clinical observation, the article explores the poet syndrome hypothesis and offers direction for an alternative drug treatment paradigm. Personality disorders and particularly antisocial personality disorders (APD) are quite frequent in opioid-dependent subjects. They show various personality traits: high neuroticism, high impulsivity, higher extraversion than the general population. Previous studies have reported that some but not all personality traits improved with treatment. In a previous study, we found a low rate of APD in a French population of opioid-dependent subjects. For this reason, we evaluated personality traits at intake and during maintenance treatment with methadone. Methods - The form A of the Eysenck Personality Inventory (EPI) was given to opioid addicts at intake and after 6 and 12 months of methadone treatment. Results - 134 subjects (96 males and 38 females) took the test at intake, 60 completed 12 months of treatment. After 12 months, the EPI Neuroticism (N) and the Extraversion-introversion (E) scale scores decreased significantly. The N score improved in the first 6 months, while the E score improved only during the second 6 months of treatment. Compared to a reference group of French normal controls, male and female opioid addicts showed high N and E scores. Demographic data and EPI scores of patients who stayed in treatment for 12 months did not differ significantly from those of dropouts (n=23). Patients with a history of suicide attempts (SA) started to use heroin at an earlier age and they showed a higher E score and a tendency for a higher N score at intake. Discussion - The two personality dimensions of the EPI changed during MMT, and the N score converged towards the score of normal controls. Opioid addicts differ from normal controls mostly in their N score. The EPI did not help to differentiate 12-month completers from dropouts. Higher E scores in patients with an SA history might reflect a higher impulsivity, which has been linked to suicidality in other patient groups.

Region: Port Tuxôn; Bas-Sassandra District (French: District du Bas-Sassandra; [ba.sa.sɑ̃d.ʁa], "Lower Sassandra") is one of fourteen administrative districts of Ivory Coast. The district is located in the southwest part of the country. The capital of the district is San-Pédro. The district was created in a 2011 administrative reorganisation of the subdivisions of Ivory Coast.[3] Its territory is composed of the former region of Bas-Sassandra with the addition of the department of Fresco, which was transferred from the region of Sud-Bandama.[4] Yonge–Dundas Square, or Dundas Square is a public square at the southeast corner of the intersection of Yonge Street and Dundas Street East in Downtown Toronto, Ontario, Canada. Designed by Brown and Storey Architects, the square was conceived in 1997 as part of revitalizing the intersection.[2][3] Since its completion in 2002, the square has hosted many public events, performances and art displays, establishing itself as a prominent landmark in Toronto and one of the city's prime tourist attractions. Central to the Downtown Yonge entertainment and shopping district, the square is owned by the city and is the first public square in Canada to be maintained through a public–private partnership.[4] The intersection is one of the busiest in Canada, with over 100,000 people crossing the city's first pedestrian scramble daily.[5][6][7] Surrounding the square are other major landmarks, including the Toronto Eaton Centre, Ed Mirvish Theatre, and the Citytv building. The square is accessible from the Toronto subway at Dundas station and is connected to Path, Toronto's underground pedestrian walkway. The square is continuously illuminated by large billboard screens and corporate logos, which has led to comparison of the square with Times Square in New York City, Shibuya Crossing in Tokyo, and Piccadilly Circus in London.[8][9] A marina (from Spanish [maˈɾina], Portuguese [mɐˈɾinɐ] and Italian [maˈriːna]: "related to the sea") is a dock or basin with moorings and supplies for yachts and small boats. A marina differs from a port in that a marina does not handle large passenger ships or cargo from freighters. Marine architecture is the design of architectural and engineering structures which support coastal design, near-shore and off-shore or deep-water planning for many projects such as shipyards, ship transport, coastal management or other marine and/or hydroscape activities. These structures include harbors, lighthouses, marinas, oil platforms, offshore drillings, accommodation platforms and offshore wind farms, floating engineering structures and building architectures or civil seascape developments. Floating structures in deep water may use suction caisson for anchoring.[1][2][3][4][5]

Boxing/Ballet Mecca

Trafalgar Square (/trəˈfælɡər/ trə-FAL-gər) is a public square in the City of Westminster, Central London, established in the early 19th century around the area formerly known as Charing Cross. The square's name commemorates the Battle of Trafalgar, the British naval victory in the Napoleonic Wars over France and Spain that took place on 21 October 1805 off the coast of Cape Trafalgar. The Monte Carlo Casino, officially named Casino de Monte-Carlo, is a gambling and entertainment complex located in Monaco. It includes a casino, the Opéra de Monte-Carlo, and the office of Les Ballets de Monte-Carlo.[1]

Trafalgar Square but Casino de Monte Carlo Boxing Buildings/Museums and Statues with a Ballet Drumming Orchestra Opera House.

S-1 TALK

Laws of Power, Strategies of War, and Laws of Human Nature By Robert Greene

Law 1: Never Outshine the Master: Ensure that those above you always feel superior. Go out of your way to make your bosses look better and feel smarter than anyone else. Everyone is insecure, but an insecure boss can retaliate more strongly than others can.

Law 2: Never Put too Much Trust in Friends, Learn How to Use Enemies: Keep a close eye on your friends — they get envious and will undermine you. If you co-opt an enemy, he’ll be more loyal than a friend because he’ll try harder to prove himself worthy of your trust.

Strategy 1: Do Not Fight the Last War: The Guerrilla-War-of-the-Mind Strategy: What most often weighs you down and brings you misery is the past, in the form of unnecessary attachments, repetitions of tired formulas, and the memory of old victories and defeats. You must consciously wage war against the past and force yourself to react to the present moment. Never take it for granted that your past successes will continue into the future.

Strategy 2: Segment Your Forces: The Controlled-Chaos Strategy; Speed and adaptability are critical elements in war, and come from flexible organization. Decentralize your army, segment into teams, and let go a little to gain mobility. Give your different corps clear missions that fit your strategic goals, then let them accomplish them as they see fit.

Law #3: People Can Be Influenced: We all need our self-image confirmed because we know it’s not always objectively accurate. We tend to like and listen to the people who validate us.

Law #4: People Wear Masks: We all display a persona, or a mask, that pumps up our positive qualities and shows ourselves in the best light. However, it’s not always easy to hide our true natures—while we have good control of our words, we don’t always have good control of our body language and nonverbal cues

Law #8: People’s Individuality Is Overpowered by Groups: When we’re in groups, everyone else’s emotions affect us and potentially provoke us into doing things we wouldn’t do alone.

Law #9: People Are Influenced by Their Generation: Everyone belongs to at least one group—their generation. Generational values are shaped by world events that took place during the generation’s coming-of-age years and the inevitable conflict with other generations.

Instrumental aggression refers to aggressive behavior meant to achieve a specific goal. Unlike other types of aggression, the behavior is not due to anger or other emotion but rather a calculated means to an end. Instrumental aggression is similar to bullying but with a specific, manipulative purpose.

SOCIO-TRUST FUND NIGERIAN BANKS

Age 16-19

Bond Funds 

Farmland REITS

CFDS

Real Estate Brokerage Trust Account 

Age 20-30

Farmland Recession Proof Stocks (Cosmetics, AgTech, Ag ETFS, AgETN)

Incubator and Startup Accelerators

Real Estate Joint Ventures 

Age 30-40

Farmland Blue Chip Indexes w/ Credit Spread Options

Tunnel Strategy (Offshore Banking)

Purpose: Permanent Residency Card

$250k Deposit

$125k: 60/40 portfolio, 60% Fixed Income & REITs and 40% Blue Chip Stocks 

$50k: Guaranteed Investment Certificates (GICs) and term deposits are secured investments. This means that you get back the amount you invest at the end of your term. The key difference between a GIC and a term deposit is the length of the term. Term deposits generally have shorter terms than GICs.

$75k: Spending Cash

Tax System

Commonwealth of Dominica has initiated legislation that facilitates the creation of offshore corporations, trusts, and foundations, providing tax-friendly and privacy-protected offshore banking services.

Taxes on profits of offshore companies are generally in the range of 0% to 5.5%, and the tax rate decreases as the profits earned increase.

A business cluster is a geographic concentration of interconnected businesses, suppliers, and associated institutions in a particular field. Clusters are considered to increase the productivity with which companies can compete, nationally and globally. Accounting is a part of the business cluster.[1][2] In urban studies, the term agglomeration is used.[3] Clusters are also important aspects of strategic management. Geographical cluster – as stated above e.g. the California wine cluster[12] or the flower cluster between Rotterdam and Amsterdam in the Netherlands.[13] Sectoral clusters (a cluster of businesses operating together from within the same commercial sector e.g. marine (south east England; Cowes and now Solent) and photonics (Aston Science Park, Birmingham)) Horizontal cluster (interconnections between businesses at a sharing of resources level e.g. knowledge management, machinery, lab and test tools, material supply, professional employment) Factor endowment clusters – They are created because a comparative advantage they might have linked to a geographical position. For example, wine production clusters because of sunny regions surrounded by mountains, where good grapes can grow. This is like certain areas in France such as Burgundy and Champagne, as well as Lombardy, Spain, Chile and California. Low-cost manufacturing clusters – These clusters have typically emerged in developing countries within particular industries, such as automotive production, electronics, or textiles. Examples include electronics clusters in Mexico (e.g. Guadalajara) and Argentina (e.g. Córdoba). Cluster firms typically serve clients in developed countries. Drivers of cluster emergence include availability of low-cost labor, geographical proximity to clients (e.g. in the case of Mexico for U.S. clients; Eastern Europe for Western European clients).[17] Hubs and nodes is a geographic model explaining how linked regions can cooperate to fulfill elements of an industry's value chain and collectively gain sufficient mass to drive innovation growth. In economics, a network effect (also called network externality or demand-side economies of scale) is the phenomenon by which the value or utility a user derives from a good or service depends on the number of users of compatible products. The model of hubs and nodes builds on Porter's cluster model which served well in the past, but as businesses and regions around the world have adjusted to the realities of globalization, the concept of clusters is becoming outdated. In the late 1990s, the Seoul Metropolitan Government in South Korea developed the Digital Media City (DMC), a 135-acre complex, four miles outside of the city's central business district in the Sangam-dong district. With Seoul's rapidly growing cluster of multi-media, IT, and entertainment industries, the Digital Media City, through its vibrant agglomeration, helped to promote these industries and companies whose core business required use of information, communication, and media technologies. DMC grew and prospered as a global business environment, raising Seoul as an east-Asian hub of commerce. The cluster of its digital media-related, high-tech firms spawned partnerships which in turn leveraged both human and social capital in the area. Eventually, DMC fed the innovation of more than 10,000 small-scale Internet, game, and telecommunication firms located in Seoul.[20]

Nigerian naira

Commodity De Facto Currency: Cash Crops Plantation/Rural Economics and Raw Materials Economic 

Coffee-Belmont Livre De Facto Currency: BEL/HLV Currency Pair, Currency Basket to Stabilize Buyers and Sellers, Coffee-Tobacco Soil Peg, Coffee-Tobacco Plantation, Currency Board NO Central Bank

Banque Habitants 

To provide a ballpark estimate, the cost range for a new bank or credit union can range from $2 million to $5 million, depending on size and many other variables. Use the guide we've created below to explore the cost breakdown of each component of a new facility.

Mercantilism, Market Extension Mergers (Infrastructure for Resources), Commodities Options Exchanges, Farmland Real Estate Brokerage Trust Account, Student Credit Cards, Coastal Belt, Conserved Péninsule,

Clients: 

Open-pit Mines in with: large-scale alluvial and coastal mining

Ghana has three major geographic regions—coastal, forest, and northern savanna—the boundaries of which are not always clearly defined. By far the smallest of the regions, the coastal zone is traditionally a region of fishermen and small-scale farmers.

La Suite System: Real Estate as a Catalyst for Commodities Options Exchanges 

Location: 

Territorial cartels distribute districts of the market to be used only by individual participants, which act as monopolists.

Selling or buying cartels unite against the cartel's customers or suppliers, respectively. The former type is more frequent than the latter.

Standardization cartels implement common standards for sold or purchased products. If the members of a cartel produce different sorts or grades of a good, conversion factors are applied to calculate the value of the respective output.

Tuxôn Masculinity: Live Like Your Farther is Dead (Man of the House), Live like you are responsible for someone else while taking care of your wellbeing, Budget & Forecasting Finances, Keystone Habits (One Habit that adds multiple habits), Stretch Goals and Micro Goals, Pescatarian Potato Gastronomy, Contrast Training, and use Potential Psychology. "Having a son is like planting a tree. You need to let it grow and have it's own shadow!" — Tuxôn

Mercantilism Spectrum of CDF/NGN

CDF Raw Materials and CFA Products. (Prices); CDF Holding Company and CFA Conglomerate Company. (Equity and Dividend Yield); CDF is Gold Standard and CFA is Helicopter Money. (FX Rate/Hedging); CDF Helicopter Money [Supplier Currency] and CFA as Purchasing Power [Consumer Currency] (Currency Union & Currency Board and Negative Interest Rates); CDF is Congolese Franc and CFA is Central African Fran

Culinary linguistics, a sub-branch of applied linguistics, is the study of food and language across various interdisciplinary fields such as linguistic, anthropology, sociolinguistics, and consumption politics and globalisation.[1]

Competitive Cooking Gambling

Cooking Shows as Leagues

Verb Groups

Gastronomy Trends Marketing Teams

TUXÔN d’Or as Organization

Habitant Conservation Film Festival

Restaurant Clientel Grocery Stores

Cook Book based Libraries

Bocuse d’Or Qualifiers

Agriculture Festivals: Wool and Wine

Sporting Event Gastronomy

Nutritional Biochemistry Learning Show

Farmland Stock Simulators

Agronomics School

Pescatarian Gastronomy School

Agriculture Central Hedge Fund, Mining Unions, Peninsula Agronomique Engineering, Commodities Options Exchange (Credit Spread Options, Farm REITs, Crop Production; Fertelizers and Seeds; Equipment; Distribution and Processing Stocks, Ag ETFs and ETNs, Ag Mutual Funds), Tableau Économiques, Investments Farms REITs, Art Financing Carnival.

MY CRICKET

Ninety–90 Bash, also known as the 90/90 is an upcoming annual franchise-based 90-ball cricket league in the United Arab Emirates.[1] It will be slightly shorter than The Hundred which is a 100-ball cricket format founded by the England and Wales Cricket Board (ECB). Chaguanas has also been a hub for Indo-Trinidadian and Tobagonian culture and even the broader Indo-Caribbean culture.

Evening Cricket, Sports Betting Team Purse (20% to teams) and Short Form of Cricket Ninety–90 Bash Network: Trinidad and Tobago West Indies, Mumbai, Dubai, and Sri Lanka

Cricket System for Hawala Athletes: Entertainment District Stadiums, Maritime Corruption, Sin Stocks Investment Trust (Pharmaceuticals; Arms; Cannabis; Sportsbook; Entertainment District Quarterly Gross Revenue Rental Properties), and Kinaesthetic Learner Activities away from Cricket.

Trixie and Jersey Sales: Craftsmanship, Commercialism, Commerce, Cash-Conversion-Cycle, and Medium of Exchange.

Poaching for Bowlers: Jersey Sale Money, Purse Money added to my Contract, and 15-25 demographics Endorsements 

CRICKET BOWLING

Swing bowling is a technique used for bowling in the sport of cricket. Practitioners are known as swing bowlers. Swing bowling is generally classed as a subtype of fast bowling.

Bodyline, also known as fast leg theory bowling, was a cricketing tactic devised by the English cricket team for their 1932–33 Ashes tour of Australia. It was designed to combat the extraordinary batting skill of Australia's leading batsman, Don Bradman. A bodyline delivery was one in which the cricket ball was bowled at pace, aimed at the body of the batsman in the expectation that when he defended himself with his bat, a resulting deflection could be caught by one of several fielders deliberately placed nearby on the leg side.

STREET CULTURE CRICKET

Slang: Sub Verbs Linguistics Arts Touch-Accuracy Cricket Street Game

Cricket System for Trapping Athletes: Entertainment District Stadiums, Maritime Corruption, Sin Stocks Investment Trust, and Kinaesthetic Learner Activities away from Cricket. Craftsmanship, Commercialism, Commerce, Cash-Conversion-Cycle, and Medium of Exchange.

Spiritual: Tutlery Deity Cricket Ancestry Invocation, Spiritual Baptist Cricket Spirit, Shaman King Athletics, Full Star Pluto with Gemini Mercury Winged Deity

Adult Entertainment: Caribbean Sports Betting

Video Game: Arcade Pinball Style Video Game with Bembé Rhythm Soundtrack

Food: Rum Mango Lassi Stadium Drink, Fish Fritters and Samosa-Naan Food Trucks

PROGRAM

Stroke Play: Vertical-bat or straight-bat shots can be played off either the front foot or the back foot depending upon the anticipated height of the ball at the moment it reaches the batter. The characteristic position of the bat is a vertical alignment at the point of contact. Vertical-bat shots are typically played with the batter's head directly above the point of contact so he is able to accurately judge the line of the ball. At this point, the bat can either be stationary and facing straight back down the wicket – known as a block or defensive shot; angled to one side – known as a glance or deflection; or travelling forwards towards the bowler – known as a drive.

Googly Bowling: Swing bowling is a technique used for bowling in the sport of cricket. Practitioners are known as swing bowlers. Swing bowling is generally classed as a subtype of fast bowling. Bodyline, also known as fast leg theory bowling, was a cricketing tactic devised by the English cricket team for their 1932–33 Ashes tour of Australia. It was designed to combat the extraordinary batting skill of Australia's leading batsman, Don Bradman. A bodyline delivery was one in which the cricket ball was bowled at pace, aimed at the body of the batsman in the expectation that when he defended himself with his bat, a resulting deflection could be caught by one of several fielders deliberately placed nearby on the leg side. In cricket, a dismissal occurs when a batter's innings is brought to an end by the opposing team. Other terms used are the batter being out, the batting side losing a wicket, and the fielding side taking a wicket. The ball becomes dead (meaning that no further runs can be scored off that delivery), and the dismissed batter must leave the field of play for the rest of their team's innings, to be replaced by a team-mate. A team's innings ends if ten of the eleven team members are dismissed. Players bat in pairs so, when only one batter remains who can be not out, it is not possible for the team to bat any longer. This is known as dismissing or bowling out the batting team, who are said to be all out. To grip the ball for a leg-spinning delivery, the ball is placed into the palm with the seam parallel to the palm. The first two fingers then spread and grip the ball, and the third and fourth fingers close together and rest against the side of the ball. The first bend of the third finger should grasp the seam. The thumb resting against the side is up to the bowler, but should impart no pressure. When the ball is bowled, the third finger will apply most of the spin. The wrist is cocked as it comes down by the hip, and the wrist moves sharply from right to left as the ball is released, adding more spin. The ball is tossed up to provide flight. The batter will see the back of the hand when the ball is released. An alternative grip is to hold the ball in the thumb, index finger and middle finger. The finger-print of both the thumb and index finger rest on the seam, as does the first bend of the middle finger. Together with rotation of the wrist, the index and middle fingers are involved in imparting spin on the ball and can achieve a very high number of revolutions.

Flow Aesthetic over Playing Style: 4 Runs Vertical Bat and Power Bowling

Cricket Physique: Contrast Training (Isometric-Plyometic Cardio & Kettlebell and Gymnastics Rings Isometric-Mobility), Vo2 Max Swimming, with Force Velocity Curve; Genome Editing: FBN1, ACTNX Calcium Metabolism, MSTN Gene, ACE Gene, and Sensory Processing Sensitive Brain ESTJ)

Extra: Showerbrush Method with Cucumber and Sebum Control: Conditioner, Bar Soap, Facial, Bar Soap. Cosmetic Application: Bronzer Sunscreen Coconut milk and Shea Butter, Aftershave Body splash, Fragrance Equipment: Durag, Wave Brush, Bottom Grillz;

ENTREPÔT NAVY MARTINIQUAIS (FRENCH ANTILLES) NOUCHI DIASPORA

Food Scents in Indo-Caribbean and NOUCHI Gastronomy Olfactory Arts: Mango, Coconut, Cucumber, Sheep Dairy, Herbal Ghee Mollusk, Garlic-Ginger, Dark Roast Coffee, Dark Chocolate, Cinnamon, Vanilla, and Molasses

Cabinda also produces hardwoods, coffee, cacao, rubber, and palm oil products; however, petroleum production accounts for most of Cabinda's domestic product.

Port Royal, Martinique Sister Cities: Antwerp, Belgium, Saint Pedro, Bas-Sassandra, Côte d'Ivoire; Boma, Cabinda, Angola; République Démocratique du Congo; St. John's, Newfoundland and Labrador; Le Havre, Normandy/Marseille-Caanes, Port Alpes Côte d'Azur, France

Bancassurance is a relationship between a bank and an insurance company[1] that is aimed at offering insurance products or insurance benefits to the bank's customers. In this partnership, bank staff and tellers become the point of sale and point of contact for the customer. Bank staff are advised and supported by the insurance company through wholesale product information, marketing campaigns and sales training. The bank and the insurance company share the commission. Insurance policies are processed and administered by the insurance company.

The staple right, also translated stacking right or storage right, both from the Dutch stapelrecht, was a medieval right accorded to certain ports, the staple ports. It required merchant barges or ships to unload their goods at the port and to display them for sale for a certain period, often three days. Only after that option had been given to local customers were traders allowed to reload their cargo and travel onwards with the remaining unsold freight.[1][2]

Gross national product accounts for its citizen’s productions both within and outside its borders. This figure then subtracts income earned by foreign residents within the country. By contrast, gross domestic product measures the production of goods and services made within a country’s borders by both citizens and foreign residents overall.

Marseille or Marseilles (French: Marseille; Provençal Occitan: Marselha; see below) is the prefecture of the French department of Bouches-du-Rhône and of the Provence-Alpes-Côte d'Azur region. Situated in the Provence region of southern France, it is located on the coast of the Gulf of Lion, part of the Mediterranean Sea, near the mouth of the Rhône river. A resident of Marseille is a Marseillais.

Tidjane Thiam (French: [tidʒan tiam];[1][2] born 29 July 1962) is an Ivorian and French businessman, and the executive chairman of Freedom Acquisition Corp.[3] He was the chief executive officer (CEO) of Swiss bank Credit Suisse from March 2015 to February 2020. He was the chief financial officer of British banking group Prudential from 2007 to 2009, and then its CEO until 2015. In 2019, Thiam became a member of the International Olympic Committee (IOC).[4][5][6]

João Manuel Gonçalves Lourenço GColIH (born 5 March 1954) is an Angolan politician who has served as the 3rd president of Angola since 26 September 2017.[4] Previously, he was Minister of Defence from 2014 to 2017. In September 2018, he became the Chairman of the People's Movement for the Liberation of Angola (MPLA), the ruling party. He was the party's Secretary-General from 1998 to 2003.

Serge Letchimy (French pronunciation: [sɛʁʒ lɛtʃimi]; born 13 January 1953) is the President of the Executive Council of Martinique and former member of the National Assembly of France. He represents the island of Martinique's 3rd constituency since June 2007, and is a member of The Socialists and affiliated parliamentary group. Letchimy is a member of the Martinican Progressive Party (PPM), or Parti progressiste martiniquais. He was the successor of Aimé Césaire as Mayor of Fort de France from 2001 to 2010 and was the final President of the Regional Council of Martinique from 26 March 2010 until its replacement by the Assembly of Martinique in December 2015.[1]

Capricornus is one of the 88 modern constellations, and was also one of the 48 constellations listed by the 2nd century astronomer Claudius Ptolemy. Its old astronomical symbol is  (♑︎). Under its modern boundaries it is bordered by Aquila, Sagittarius*, Microscopium, Piscis Austrinus, and Aquarius*. The constellation is located in an area of sky called the Sea or the Water, consisting of many water-related constellations such as Aquarius, Pisces and Eridanus. It is the smallest constellation in the zodiac. (Sky God R'ad Angel)*

The French West Indies or French Antilles (French: Antilles françaises, [ɑ̃tij fʁɑ̃sɛːz]; Antillean Creole: Antiy fwansé) are the parts of France located in the Antilles islands of the Caribbean:

The two overseas departments of:

Guadeloupe, including the islands of Basse-Terre, Grande-Terre, Les Saintes, Marie-Galante, and La Désirade.

Martinique

The two overseas collectivities of:

Saint Martin, the northern half of the island with the same name, the southern half is Sint Maarten, a constituent country of the Kingdom of the Netherlands.

Saint Barthélemy

Metallurgy Purchasing Matrix Business Cluster Entrepôt with Mineral Water Exclusive Economic Zone (EEZ)

Regions: Fragrance and Cosmetics Artisanal Plantation, Cash Crops, open-pit-large-scale alluvial and coastal Mining, and Technology Farming

Real Estate Urban Economics: Urban Coastal City Slum and Marina

Port Economics: Coastal City; Urban Brooklyn; County Line Trafficking Coastal City Slum Lords Bay Area

Funding: Naval Local Government

County Line Trafficking: Homestead and Artist Residency

Education: Trade School for Mining, Tile Cutting, and Fishing

Indo-Caribbean Gastronomy: Coconut Flakes Rice, Coconut Cream, Coconut Curry Yogurt Rice Pudding/Mollusk Sauce

Antillanité is a literary and political movement developed in the 1960s that stresses the creation of a specific West Indian identity out of a multiplicity of ethnic and cultural elements.

Subsistence Cashew: Subsistence agriculture occurs when farmers grow food crops to meet the needs of themselves and their families on smallholdings. Subsistence agriculturalists target farm output for survival and for mostly local requirements, with little or no surplus. The Anacardiaceae, commonly known as the cashew family[1] or sumac family, are a family of flowering plants, including about 83 genera with about 860 known species.[2] Members of the Anacardiaceae bear fruits that are drupes and in some cases produce urushiol, an irritant. The Anacardiaceae include numerous genera, several of which are economically important, notably cashew (in the type genus Anacardium), mango, Chinese lacquer tree, yellow mombin, Peruvian pepper, poison ivy, poison oak, sumac, smoke tree, marula and cuachalalate. The genus Pistacia (which includes the pistachio and mastic tree) is now included, but was previously placed in its own family, the Pistaciaceae.[3]

Café — French Cheese Garlic Onion-Mushroom Culinary Linguistics (Rugxé)

Café — Rugxé Linguistics 

Goûter: Buttermilk, Whipping Cream, and Rugxé 

Lunch: Cigarillos and Dark Roast Coffee undertones of Molasses, Dark Chocolate, Cinnamon

Dinner: Rugxé Crustless Quiche, Rugxé Pomme Purée, and Rugxé Patty Melts

Sense: Umami or Goûter

Cinq au Cinq Linguistics 5x5 Cooking: Colors, Scents, Cooking Methods, Senses, and Flavors (Five Spot for Top 5 Ingredients/Methods)

Phonology: X Vowel Harmony, Soft Rs, Norrow and Long Lips

Larousse Linguistics: Rugxé under Stewing, Sautée, or Bouquet Garni

Pedagogy, most commonly understood as the approach to teaching, is the theory and practice of learning, and how this process influences, and is influenced by, the social, political, and psychological development of learners.

FOREIGN DIRECT INTERVENTION (GUERILLA NAVY INFRASTRUCTURE)

A navy, naval force, military maritime fleet, war navy, or maritime force is the branch of a nation's armed forces principally designated for naval and amphibious warfare; namely, lake-borne, riverine, littoral, or ocean-borne combat operations and related functions. It includes anything conducted by surface ships, amphibious ships, submarines, and seaborne aviation, as well as ancillary support, communications, training, and other fields.

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[fereldanwench]

A Personal, and Final, Reflection on A Certain Fandom

Having spent the past week and a half away from the Tumblr side of the C*b*rp*nk community after a resurgence of old wank (not hashing out the details–IYKYK), I heavily weighed the pros and cons of saying anything else. Ultimately, I decided for my own peace of mind and ability to fully move forward, I do want to say a few things (or a lot of things, given how long this is). This blog is my personal archive first and foremost, and I think writing a “final chapter” will help me find closure. I’m also choosing to publish this because, at the risk of sounding presumptuous, I think my mistakes and subsequent revelations might be good learning experiences for others, too. 

Like many of us, just by the nature of when this game was released, I entered this fandom during a very fragile, tumultuous time in my life–Well, sort of, let me back it up a little: I actually initially entered it during a great time in my life. It was July 2021, I had just enjoyed about 6 weeks off from work after quitting a demanding job that had sucked the life out of me for almost 10 years, and I had started a promising new job. I even bought the game with the first paycheck from said new job!

Unfortunately, while I had been told that this position was temp-to-hire, not only was it not a path to a permanent role, but because I completed all the work in my contract over a month sooner than they anticipated (early September vs late October), I was being let go early because they had nothing else for me to work on. I was literally told over the phone, “You did amazing work, you got us caught up through November, but we don’t have anything else for you.”

Cue about 6 months of recruiters ghosting me, exhausting interview processes, demoralizing rejections, and scam upon scam upon scam, all culminating in me returning to the job I had been so happy to leave a year earlier. And while my old coworkers were ecstatic to have me back, I couldn’t help but feel like a complete failure. I took what I thought was a calculated risk, I thought I could do something better for myself, and I couldn’t. It’s something I’m still struggling with today, honestly.

On top of this, I also experienced a debilitating physical health episode in January 2022 which led to me being effectively bedridden for about 3 weeks. [CW: Menstruation, sexual health] I’m not sure of the exact cause–maybe a bad reaction to emergency contraception, maybe unsafe menstrual underwear, but it resulted in menorrhagia so severe I fainted from blood loss. My insurance had literally just ended, another wave of COVID was hitting, and I didn’t want to risk getting infected sitting in an ER for hours only to rack up a few thousand in debt to get a blood transfusion. So rest, iron supplements, and lots of meat and spinach and orange juice was the best I could do.

All of this led to my world becoming very small. I wasn’t working, I could barely do my hobbies or see my local friends, and simple everyday tasks like showering drained me of all my energy. When I was stuck in bed and could barely keep my eyes open for more than a few hours at a time, gossip was a welcome, low-effort distraction from the physical pain and fear that I might either have to put myself in thousands of dollars of medical debt or risk lifelong damage (or worse) from the blood loss.

I also found myself having groups of friends in a way I’ve never experienced before. I’m extremely introverted (even online, though less so than IRL), I have social anxiety, and the handful of times I have been “in” a group I was never really in it. I was always on the outskirts and usually just close to one or two people, max.

Regretfully, this set the stage for me to get caught up in the culture of rumors and speculation that permeates this fandom more than I think it has any other fandom I’ve been a part of.

Academically, I know about things like groupthink and tribalism, and I could see how those influenced the groups developing in the fandom, but I had no direct, personal experience with those phenomena. I think in conjunction with the other struggles I was dealing with, I ended up being incredibly susceptible to an us-versus-them mentality, which led me to feel justified in being unkind to people I knew had been unkind to my friends, even if deep down I knew what I was doing was antithetical to who I strive to be. 

I don’t share any of this for sympathy points or to smear anyone else or to avoid accountability–I still chose to act like an ass on a couple of occasions, and regardless of what I was going through, that was still inappropriate. I’m still responsible for my own behavior no matter what’s going on. 

But I do want to contextualize my fuck-ups for two reasons:

The first reason is ego-driven, full-stop. Not even gonna gloss it over. I can’t defend being an asshole nor do I want to, but I think it’s normal and healthy to look back on your mistakes and go, damn, why the hell was I acting like this? 

Even on my best days, I can be very stubborn and self-important and pedantic and judgemental, and I certainly can’t say that I’ve never inadvertently offended someone–Sometimes a joke might not land as I hoped. Sometimes I get tangled up in my own thoughts, burdened by an excess of nuance and details, and I express things poorly while I try to account for all sides of things. Sometimes I can get a little too opinionated about blorbo stuff. Sometimes there might just be a full communication breakdown or an insurmountable personality clash–But I can also confidently say that I have acted with good intentions in this fandom far, far more than I have with spite or because of petty rivalries.

And when I did get caught up in the drama and gossip and the wank? I was literally at the lowest point I’d been in a very, very long time. 

Again, because I feel like I can’t say this enough, that doesn’t make acting like a dick in a Discord server any more excusable, that doesn’t mean I didn’t hurt anyone, and that doesn’t mean that someone I hurt during that time has to forgive me or stick around for me to grow. Hurting someone because you’re hurting is still not okay. But I’m pretty sure every single one of us has had a bad day (or two or three or 365 or–) and made an isolated bad decision (or two or three or–) because of it–None of us deserve to be wholly defined by those moments or denied a chance to learn from those mistakes and be better.

And I think the most important takeaway for me personally is that I have learned from these mistakes and I have not repeated them. Some of these mistakes even helped me realize that I needed professional support for my mental health, and they played a role in my seeking medication and therapy last year. I still have a lot of work to do, but the silver lining to all of this is that I am in a much better place today than I was 2 years ago (even if this year also fucking sucks for non-fandom reasons and I would still very much like a goddamn break.)

The other reason I wanted to share my journey of navel-gazing and healing a wounded ego ~*self-discovery*~ is I think there’s a very good chance my story might sound familiar to others in the fandom. Maybe someone else can learn from my hardships and mistakes, too. Maybe you too were dealing with chronic fatigue or mental health issues or financial stress or isolation or all of the above and then some, and it led you to fixate on things that were harmful to you, to form unhealthy relationships with equally hurt people, and to act in a way that you know doesn't reflect who you are. The past several years have been so hard on so many of us, and I think we’ve all brought a lot of pain and misery into the community even if we weren’t trying to.

A somewhat shameful realization I had last year was I could recognize that kind of behavior in other people, but I completely missed it in myself. I could see how people were making this fandom their whole world and how it was so damaging to them, but I was doing the exact same thing and I just let it go completely unchecked because I thought I knew better. It was a brutal lesson in the pitfalls of pride. 

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So I was initially thinking at this point, I would take the time to address a few specific lies, rumors, and insinuations that have been said about me over the past couple of years. Because while I was a jerk in a couple of situations, most of the things said about me are exaggerations, if not outright fabrications.

And I did start writing a lot of that out, but as I was doing it, I was just overcome with a huge feeling of OH MY GOD I just don’t fucking care anymore. As one of my dear, long-time fandom friends has pointed out, there’s a great line about just this kind of thing from one of my favorite characters in one of my favorite games: “Why should it [bother me]? They don’t know me. I know me.”

I also really don’t want to run the risk of pulling anyone back into the fray (especially if they’re not even in the fandom anymore or if we’ve talked privately about certain issues) by even alluding to shit that happened years ago.

Instead, I would like to offer three of my big takeaways from the experience of being falsely accused of awful things:

You do not know nearly as much as you think you know about people’s fandom relationships. The one semi-specific thing I will mention is that I had been explicitly named a few times as being in cahoots with people I don’t think I ever even spoke to or that I had already drifted away from–Just because you saw two people existing in the same public space doesn’t mean they’re besties, bestie. Also, friends don’t always have to agree with each other, nor should we be expected to participate in a public spectacle of shaming if we do have a disagreement. People are allowed to resolve their differences privately.  

Not all conflicts/disagreements are inherently abusive or toxic. When you are hurting or dealing with unresolved trauma or starting to confront uncomfortable truths about yourself, the slightest disagreement can feel like a personal attack, but that doesn’t mean it is. Sometimes differences might be irreconcilable, but sometimes they might not be if you don’t automatically assume the worst of someone with a different perspective than you. Sometimes we just need to give the other person a little grace and the benefit of the doubt that they’re doing their best. And sometimes we might need to consider that it’s actually our own behavior driving the conflict and not the other person.

Even in situations when someone has clearly been unfairly targeted/victimized, that doesn’t mean they can’t also be a perpetrator of harassment/abuse to someone else. Victim and abuser are not mutually exclusive roles. I would wager a lot of us are familiar with the cyclical nature of abuse, and to quote a line from one of my favorite movies (admittedly a bit of a flippant line in the context of the film, but it still rings true): hurt people hurt people. Accountability for shitty behavior is never conditional, regardless of the pain we’re experiencing. 

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I titled this my final reflection, and I want to clarify what that means:

First of all, I’m not leaving this fandom (don’t everyone clap at once ha ha ha). I’ve been in various online fandoms since the early 00s, and while this has been one of the more challenging communities for me to navigate, it’s not enough to make me give up something I love this much. My blorbos are my perpetual muses, and I feel like virtual photography is the creative outlet I’ve been searching for my entire life. I love this game and hobby too much to stop creating and sharing.

I’m also not leaving Tumblr. While I’ve had this specific account since 2016, I’ve been here since 2010–Tumblr is not just this fandom for me. I have many friends (some I’ve known since my original account in 2010!) from other fandoms, and I’m not losing the best place to hang out with other people who are special to me just because one fandom got a little unpleasant. (I mean, look, I weathered the DA fandom here circa 2012-2015–This ain’t my first rodeo.) I also have a lot of hope for the Tumblr Communities feature, and I’m really hoping the VP community we’ve set up can continue to grow and flourish.

But I am no longer addressing any of this wank. If you have a problem with something I’ve done or said to you and you want to address it with me directly (preferably in a private space just so we don’t keep putting this shit on people’s dashboards), I am open to conversation and apologizing where needed.

Otherwise, this is the last time I’m talking about it anywhere. Tumblr, Twitter, Discord, publicly, privately–I’m done. I’m washing my hands of it. I don’t want to hear anything else about what other people have done or who they’re friends with or who they’re following or what they’re saying about me or my friends or any of it. This bullshit has taken up too much of my time and energy, and I have very important smutty shots to take. 

And I am probably going to continue to be less active in the fandom on Tumblr, at least for a while. You probably won’t see me here much until September at the earliest. This time away has been really good for me, and I think I need to continue with limited Tumblring and making the time I am here more structured. Plus, with some of my other fave video game series returning this fall, my blog will probably shift back to a more well-balanced multi-fandom space. 

I’m also going to need to diversify my dash a little bit more, which means I will likely end up unfollowing some mutuals, particularly if we don’t interact often, if you don’t tag, or if I see any mention of fandom drama–It’s nothing personal, but I know breaking mutualship can hurt a little, so if following me after that makes you uncomfortable in any way, please don’t feel like you have to stick around. I totally get it. Similarly, if it would make you uncomfortable for me to continue to interact with your posts after unfollowing (because I probably will if you post in certain tags), please feel free to block me. 

Okay. Christ, that was long. Shut the fuck up already, right? This is why I can't do social media with character limits. ghdfjgjhkfdgkfdg

Seriously, though, that's it. People are welcome to comment on this post if they want, but I really have nothing else to say about any of this so please don’t be offended if I don’t reply. I’m not ignoring you, I’m just… Well, done.

[musingmelsuinesmelancholy]

Would you say your spiritual beliefs have changed significantly since you first began exploring spirituality? Do you feel your core beliefs have changed or remain the same?

ooooooh hell yea! how horrified my 14yr old self would be at the shit I get up to now xD

I started out as a neo wiccan, super-duper new age. I'm talkin crystals, reiki, "smudging", rede thumping, love and light and pixie farts. There was some animism, I think I've always been one to an extent. I have very distinct memories of being angry at kids for "hurting" the plants outside the church at school and being absolutely horrified to hear that only humans had an immortal soul. Firmly rebuked that idea in my lil ginger gremlin heart, much to the priest's annoyance. Once I found wicca it validated those feelings of mine and allowed me room to explore them, though not to the extent I later would. Given that I was very fluffy when I began, around 2014, I was very much into (for lack of a better word) toxic positivity and I struggled to accept/acknowledge the darker parts of myself, nature, magic, occult/pagan history and spirits. While there was some animism there it was lacking nuance. It made me uncomfortable to try and reconcile this nature-based religion with the violent colonialist history of the country. So I ignored it.

I found, or rather was led to, traditional witchcraft in late 2017. This led to me fully embracing animism as the focus of my craft/spirituality and accepting all those dark things I had shunned. I moved completely away from deity worship. Tho, tbh, I don't think I ever really did believe in The God/Goddess. (I was one of those all gods are The God/dess types) I think it was more that I liked the sound of it, and I agreed that the divine feminine was sorely underappreciated rather than having actual belief/devotion. I was able to reconnect with my Maliseet relatives which was so instrumental in my developing a more nuanced approach to and understanding of animism.

Rather than craft being a religion it was a spiritual practice. A way to connect with the spirits and make things happen. I yearned for power, for witchcraft. It was how I survived living with my father, how I survived my ex's abuse and how I escaped. I was spite, hate and venom. Cursing, binding, dominating, sweetening and twisting.

My local lore as well as the lore of my ancestors' cultures informed my craft. I balked at the idea of worship. A witch makes magic, we do not bow. Why rely on a god when ours is the weaving of fate? What God would want such a cruel and twisted witch anyways... We have our devil(s), land spirits, the dead... our "little gods". I Didn't need or want a Zeus. After all, there was none of that in the lore. Coming from a catholic background I saw people begging God to fix their problems. Issues which, for the most part, could probably be handled pretty easily. I learned to see seeking solace and strength in religion as a kind of weakness.

Once I was free a vacuum was created. I had my relationships with spirit but I felt rather aimless.. I have reverence for my witch father, after all, it was He who opened the door, yet I felt a certain emptiness. There was no need for all this malefica I had been used to.

Eventually She appeared to me; all those hidden parts of myself were brought to light. I felt like a granite pebble. Hard and unyielding, to be worn smooth ever so slowly by the ocean. Try as I may to remain jagged the waves will win; I will be softened/polished... She opened me to love, not philia but rather something rather like agape. If you'll forgive my catholic terminology haha. I still don't understand. As I'm writing this, I'm in disbelief that I actually said that... that I actually truly feel this way now... This is new and not at all where I thought I was headed. I'm embarrassed that I ignored her for SO long and all because I couldn't find mention of what I was seeing/experiencing in folklore. Yet she was there, from the start.

I'm not sure where this will lead nor how it'll shape my craft. I'm exploring (and adoring) gaulpol. I'll have to, like my animism, learn how to practice it in stolen land. I'm unsure of how syncretic my craft will remain, as a large portion of it was informed by new England lore. My ancestors faith has always played a large role in my veneration of them.. then again they sent me messages/omens when I asked for guidance in identifying Her.. so perhaps neither of them will mind haha.

My craft began very terrestrial, and it will continue to be so, but it has become much more focused on water and stars than I would've thought. I always thought of the heavens as more the purview of ceremonial magic. One thing that's stayed 100% consistent is the imposter syndrome and fears/feelings of inadequacy xD

Good lord I fuckin rambled huh? TLDR yea shits changed, always been a dirty soil lovin animist from the sticks. THank you for the ask bud! Sorry about the novel that shit is wicked long

(I hate that when I'm tired the fuckin Mainer comes out)

[quitealotofsodapop]

I wanna introduce y'all to an oc/story concept I've had for a while now.

Oc created using the "Bright's Picrew Hell" since I am terrible at drawing.

Basically its a parody and deconstruction of an Isekai story - aka "character is teleported/reincarnated into another world" (for example KonoSuba, That Time I Got Reincarnated as a Slime, Digimon etc.)

The main character of this idea is Sekai Ishida; a gloomy shut-in with cerebral palsy and spinal bifida who's dealing with having aged out of the foster system and finding supports for his disability. Sekai was minding his own business going to career training when;

Sekai, being physically disabled, is unable to climb out of the way of a speeding subway car when he stumbles (or was tripped) onto the tracks. He closes his eyes.

He awakens to find himself dumped through a portal to a magical fantasy world.

When the many gods greeting him in the space between worlds ask him if he wishes for a boon to bring with him into this new life; Sekai impulsively replies "Give me back my crutches."

Well shit now he's just some Japanese guy with severe mobility issues in a dnd-inspired medieval kingdom with no fighting experience or magical add-on. What's a guy to do?

Wormwood; an Aberrant demon looking for a host: "

Wormwood: "Hey you wanna-" Sekai, already fed-up: "Whatever, sure." (*shakes hand*) Wormwood: "Damn, ok. Didn't even need a sales pitch." Workwood: (*painfully merges into Sekai's body*) Wormwood: "...damn bitch, you live like this?" Sekai: "Yeah." Wormwood: "I can't even look into parts of your brain." Sekai: "Yeah those don't work." Wormwood: "Screw this, I'm finding another off-worlder for my plans." (*nothing happens*) Wormwood: "...why can't I leave?" Sekai: "HAH! You're trapped in here with me!" Wormwood, tentacles waving frantically: "I can't even move your legs!" Sekai, gestures to crutches, laughing manically: "Neither can I!" Wormwood: "You are evil."

So now Sekai has one thing going for him; an inky symbiote-esque demon thats trapped in his body that's pretty keen on keeping Sekai alive. For now.

Also, you know how the demon mentioned "off-worlders"?

Yeah. Sekai isn't the only one.

It's a frequent phenomena in the magical kingdom, to the point that there are new laws in place to deal with people that fall through.

Notably:

Report immediately to the King.

Surrender all technology and/or organics to the crown.

Any accompanying animals will be quarantined or destroyed.

If it looks like nothing fell out of a portal hole - no it didn't. Evacuate the area immediately.

Off-Worlders should avoid making deals with spirit and/or demons, as they are an untapped source of raw magical life force (Sekai: "Oops"), and can cause the world around them to glitch and break down since they're essentially aliens.

Its not always human either. Dogs, cats, birds, and trilobites frequently wander/fall in. Imagine the utter terror of villagers used to dragon when they see a saltwater crocodile for the first time.

It's not always humans or organic things that fall in though. Like in Digimon where a subway car or a fridge full of eggs would randomly glitch in.

The ultimate common denominator is people and things that have experienced "glitches in the matrix"-style disappearances and have just... disappeared back in their home time/dimension. Oh yeah, people from completely different cultures and universes can fall through too.

Sekai (and his tag-along wormwood) occassionally fall into other universes due to Wormwood's own research into interdimensional travel. It was the very reason he sought out a host - someone proven to be able to handle the trip. Sekai hates this. HATES THIS. Let him have junk food and video games again!

[1-up-chump]

I love your MK headcanons. They're so inspiring for my own writing.

Would you be able to give me some for marrying/ wedding ceremony/ wedding night with some of the MK baddies please? Kano/ Shang Tsung/ shao kahn/ mileena? Thank you.

Aaaa thank you! I don't consider myself all that inspiring but im glad someone does!

Mortal kombat villains in marriage

Kano:

Kano never thought himself the "marrying type" but when he met you? He swears he heard wedding bells.

Despite his dignity and manners being "dubious" to say the least, he is a man who knows how to separate business and pleasure. He wouldn't get far in the black dragon if he didn't.

So he keeps the ceremonies small and simple, who he invites is who he personally trusts to behave which is only a few. The rest would probably be on your side, whether they know what you really do or not is how things play out.

Kano makes sure to present himself in a less shady manner to your friends and family if you kept being a member of the black dragon secret. Surprisingly the man cleans up nicely.

Regardless, kano can't wait to get to the "honeymoon" part.

Shang tsung:

Despite being arrogant he's extremely cautious, so if he decides to marry it means it's truly for love. And he trusts to be with someone for all eternity (even if it means if his beloved wont accept immortality he can always attach their soul to his wedding ring to keep them forever)

As prideful a man shang tsung is, he wants the ceremony small and private. Maybe a little traditional but he's willing to compromise for your traditions as well if you have any.

The reception however. Is going to be big, so extravagant that he's waving a big sign to the elder gods that says "haha you may have cursed me but im still a happy bastard!" And of course shang tsung has beefed security on his island so he can show off everyone what a precious jewel his spouse is.

And after all that shang tsung gives you a very rare gift for the honeymoon, his submission in bed. Savor it but don't take it for granted.

Shao kahn:

Makes sure this wedding is the envy of all realms, like shang tsung the reception is going to be bigger than the actual ceremony. However unlike shang tsung, shao kahn is more lax.

All the attention is directed at you and shao, so even if that makes you a bit uncomfortable, he holds you close to him or gets the attention off of you (its very easy because this man thrives off of the attention.) Also expect tons of gifts from "the peasants".

And of course the reception would be a mortal kombat tournament. It's not shao kahn without some kind of brutal kombat time. He wants to show off as much as possible, his display of love is violently tearing opponents apart.

Of course all that battle is really just him "warming up" for the honeymoon. You will be sore for days.

Mileena:

Mileena will not feel comfortable marrying you until after she is kahn. Once that is all settled, you two will marry promptly.

The ceremony is a bizzare mixture of edenian and tarkatan cultures. Shockingly the combination inspires others to view the tarkatan in a different light. Thusly, your marriage is also a boost in political influence.

But that was never mileena's intentions, she loves you too much to use you like that. For the first time her whole being is bared to someone, who wants to stay forever.

Mileena cries at her own wedding, she didn't think about such things before. But when experiencing the ceremony, being in a beautiful dress, exchanging vows, partaking in a shared carcass of meat, her heart is filled with joy.

Your honeymoon will be filled with the most sentimental and wildest of "activities" including new things that either one of you may or may not enjoy in the future

[lynette-m-roses]

𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝙰𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜 𝙱𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜

𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝

The sun-drenched shores of the Philippines welcomed Henry and you as you embarked on an adventure together—a journey to your family reunion. Henry, ever the supportive and loving husband, accompanied you to this special event, eager to immerse himself in your culture and embrace the warmth of your extended family.

As you walked hand in hand along the bustling streets, the vibrant culture of the Philippines enveloped you. The air was filled with laughter, the aroma of delicious street food, and the rhythm of lively music. Henry's eyes sparkled with curiosity as he soaked in the sights and sounds, eager to experience every aspect of your heritage.

Amidst the joyous chaos, you found a moment of respite, sitting together on a secluded beach, the waves gently lapping at your feet. The golden sunset painted the horizon as you turned to Henry, a soft smile gracing your lips.

(y/n): "my love, I can't thank you enough for being here with me. This reunion means the world to me, and having you by my side makes it even more special."

Henry: *grasping your hand, his gaze filled with affection* "My love, there's nowhere else I'd rather be. Your family is an extension of you, and being a part of this journey is an honor. Seeing you surrounded by love and laughter fills my heart with joy."

(y/n): *leaning in, resting your head on Henry's shoulder* "You've embraced my culture and traditions with such openness and genuine curiosity. It means everything to me, Henry. Seeing you connect with my family, sharing stories and laughter, it's a dream come true."

Henry: *pressing a tender kiss to your temple* "Your family's warmth and hospitality have made me feel like a member of their own. Your roots are a part of who you are, and by experiencing them, I'm gaining a deeper understanding of the incredible person you've become."

(Y/n): *gazing into Henry's eyes, filled with love* "Henry my love, you bring so much light into my life. Your presence here, your support, it reaffirms how lucky I am to have you as my husband. You've shown me time and time again that our love knows no bounds."

Henry: *cupping your face, his voice filled with sincerity* "And my love for you knows no limits, y/n. Being your husband is my greatest joy. Your family's love and acceptance have only deepened my love for you, as I see the incredible person you've become through their eyes."

(Y/n): *smiling through tears of happiness* "Henry, I can't wait to continue building our life together, creating our own traditions and memories. With you, every moment is an adventure, and I'm excited for all the chapters that lie ahead."

Henry: *brushing his thumb against your cheek* "Our journey is filled with endless possibilities, my love. Together, we'll face each new experience with open hearts and unwavering love. I'm grateful for the love we share and the future we're building side by side."

In this heartfelt conversation, Henry and Y/n express their deep appreciation and love for each other. Despite being in a foreign country, Henry's presence at y/n's family reunion exemplifies his commitment to their relationship and his willingness to embrace her culture. Their words reaffirm their unwavering support and dedication to creating a life filled with love, understanding, and shared adventures.

[wastelandmoony]

Déjà Vécu: Chapter Twenty-Eight

Chapter Twenty-Eight : Foundation

Summary: Lupin can't draw.

Characters: Remus Lupin/Reader, Sirius Black/Reader (no use of y/n), James Potter, Petter Pettigrew, Regulus Black, Marlene McKinnon, Mary MacDonald, Lily Evans

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI

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August 10th, 1976

Remus forgave Sirius over the summer. She wasn’t sure of the specifics, nor did she pry, but the four boys had apparently spent time together at Potter Manor and fought it out. James had invited her to visit, a few times actually, to which she politely declined each and every letter. She just couldn’t see Sirius. Though the incident had been months prior, the rage was still there, waiting just under the surface for her to break. She didn’t ask Remus why he had decided to speak to Sirius again, frankly she didn’t care, his reasons were his own. He had tried to explain parts of Sirius’ alleged reasoning behind the betrayal, calling it a “prank gone wrong”, but she shut him down quickly. There was no excuse for what he did, and the attempt to blame it on Sirius’ lingering trauma was a slap in the face after all of the time she had spent consoling and helping him heal from his family. The progress she thought they had made was for nothing. He had proven his parents right, he was truly the heir to the noble House of Black.

The summer was relaxing otherwise, and she was able to spend a lot of time with her parents, much to their elation. The three of them went on weekly excursions to museums and parks, soaking up culture and experiencing all that the muggle world had to offer. She hadn’t realized how much she’d missed it. In early August, they took a trip to the British Museum to see a new opening of a show on Impressionism. As her mother stood entranced by the pastel hued works, she snuck off to wander the halls. On one of the upper floors, there was a nearly deserted gallery dedicated to prints and drawings, and she almost sighed with relief at finally being away from crowds of people. 

Posting up on one of the slatted wooden benches, she pulled out her sketchbook and began to draw. When she finished a delicate rendition of a Circe print that had caught her eye, she tapped the book covertly with her wand, showing it to Remus. A few short moments later he replied in his normal scratchy handwriting.

She reminds me of you.

She bit back a laugh, scribbling a note back to him, How so?

A few moments lingered again.

Powerful sorceress, good with herbs and potions, loves to hang out with animals.

I’m a witch, not a sorceress, Remus.

She could practically hear his laughter through the paper, You’re splitting hairs, love.

He followed the message with a crudely drawn doodle of a wolf, a stag, a little rat, and a dog. At least...she assumed that’s what it was. 

———

September 1st, 1976

For the first time in her Hogwarts career, she sat with Lily, Mary, and Marlene in their compartment on the way to school. She had spotted the boys on the platform upon arrival, offering a small wave to Remus, Peter, and James. When she had turned to follow Lily onto the train, James yelled for her, voice laden with confusion. He must’ve thought the summer would have tampered her feelings. She looked back to see Remus whispering in his ear, James nodding to her in understanding. 

Sirius stood behind them, watching her from afar.

During the feast that night, she ate amongst her fellow Hufflepuffs, the house that she loved and admired, but still did not feel quite at-home in. Across the Great Hall, her friends were laughing, and her heart began to break.

———

September 24th, 1976

Remus was practically on his knees begging. So far, he’d harassed her at breakfast, in the corridor after her first class, and again at lunch. Now he was caging her between his arms against a pillar in the central hall, pleading with her to come to a party in Gryffindor Tower that night.

“Please, please, pleaseeeeee!” He whined, “Please don’t leave me alone with them.”

She sighed, “I said no, Remus.” 

“But it’s Peter’s birthday party, he’ll be upset if you’re not there.”

She cut him a look, “He’ll get over it, I promise.”

“Please,” he stooped down to her eye level, “I’m begging you. I’ll owe you for life. Just come with me to the party, you can stay by my side and I won’t even let Sirius near you.”

She almost winced at his name. 

“Remus…” She didn’t want to think about Sirius. Didn’t want to breathe the same air as him. Just seeing him in passing was like being stabbed in the gut repeatedly. She wasn’t sure if she could weather it. 

Remus’ eyes softened, “I know, I’m sorry. I just…I’ve missed you being around, and I know James and Pete have too. You can’t stay away from us forever, you’re an honorary Marauder.”

A laugh burst out of her mouth, “I’m sorry, a what?”

He smiled, “The Marauders. It’s the name we came up with over the summer at James’. Well, he came up with it, we all just went along when he wouldn’t stop saying it.”

“That’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard,” she chuckled again.

Remus laughed too and hugged her, “I know it is, but you’re a part of it too. I need you, the boys need you. Please come tonight.”

She melted into his embrace, savoring the warmth that only seemed to radiate from Remus. 

“Fine,” she groaned, earning herself a squeeze and a kiss on the top of her head.

“Brilliant, I’ll see you at 9,” and Remus finally let go and shot her a satisfied wink before he ran off to class. 

———

She’d been to so many Gryffindor parties that she couldn’t keep track, and each one had felt like a house party filled with her closest friends, no matter the occasion. Tonight though, she felt like she was walking into the lions den (no pun intended). The rhythm of her heart threatened to drown out the booming sound of The Ramones blaring through the common room. Even though it was Pete’s birthday party, Sirius had clearly commandeered the music selection.

She searched for Remus, finally landing on his shaggy brown hair sitting next to James near the fire. Pushing through bodies, she dropped between her two friends with a dramatic sigh.

“There she is!” James yelled, spilling some sort of amber liquid on the floor. He grabbed her face and kissed her cheek aggressively.

She laughed and shook him off, “Are you pissed?” 

James smiled, his eyes starting to become distant, “I’m gettin’ there.”

Remus leaned in to whisper in her ear “This is precisely why I needed you here. I can’t deal with all of them drunk off their asses.”

She let out another laugh as she noticed Lily stalking across the room towards the record player, stopping the needle abruptly.

The loud shout from the other side of the common room could only be one person. 

“Oi! Evans! What’re you doing!” Sirius grabbed the record from her hands like a precious jewel. 

Lily pulled out another album, flashing him a wicked smile, “I’m trying to liven up this party with some dancing.” 

When the needle hit, Abba began to play, leading to a loud shriek from a few girls around the party, including herself and Mary. Lily met her eyes from across the room and held out an inviting hand.

She paused for a minute, knowing that Sirius was within earshot, knowing he would be watching.

Fuck it.

She leapt up and grabbed Lily’s hand, the two of them spinning and moving to Waterloo. Mary and Marlene flanked them, the latter dragging Dorcas along and coercing her to join in. She forgot about the party, forgot about the room entirely, and most importantly, she forgot about Sirius. All she knew was her friends dancing beside her, laughing and smiling. She briefly locked eyes with Peter, standing behind the couch and laughing along to their dancing. Wiggling her fingers in his direction she called to him, “C’mon birthday boy, dance with me!” Pete beamed and spun her around, falling into step easily. He was a particularly good dancer, much to her surprise.

“How’d you get so good at this?” she said over the music. Pete spun her wide, pulling back to have her pressed to his chest as they swayed. 

“Perks of growing up with an older sister, I suppose,” he laughed into her ear.

She smiled, the first genuine one she’d had in a while.

“I’m glad you came tonight,” Pete said quietly, “I’ve missed you, it’s been weird not having you around.”

She reached up and scratched his head fondly. Pete leaned down and kissed her cheek, finally giving her one last twirl. As the music faded and the room stopped spinning, her eyes landed on Sirius holed up in a corner of the room, tossing back what she knew wasn’t his first firewhisky. His eyes never left hers as the glass drained down his throat.

When the next song began to play, she sat back beside Remus, out of breath but feeling rejuvenated. James had gotten up and was now talking to Lily, who it seemed had finally begun speaking to him again, a small blush creeping up her freckled face.

Remus put his arm around her, “It’s good to see you smile again.”

She leaned her head on his shoulder, listening as a few 3rd years began to sing along to Sitting In The Palmtree, and relaxed.

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If James Potter was one thing, he was a man of his word; and that man was good and truly pissed within the first hour of her being at the party. Her and Remus watched him from the window, dancing and singing atop a table to Elton John. 

“He’s actually not bad,” Remus mused, fishing a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. He held one out, which she accepted as they both watched James spin around, using a bottle as a microphone.

She hummed as Remus lit both cigarettes, propping open the window to blow smoke out into the cold air. 

“So,” He took a drag and side-eyed her, “are you happy you came?”

She flicked at the filter, not wanting to give Remus the satisfaction of being right. 

“Yes…” she mumbled, taking another drag and refusing to look at him. 

She heard him laugh quietly beside her, leaning over to kiss her head, “I’m glad. I want things to go back to normal.” 

She sighed a trail of smoke, the tendrils curling around her face as she stared out into the night. “I’m not sure if it can, Moony. Maybe it can get better, but it can’t be like it was.” 

Remus didn’t push her, just stood in companionable silence as they watched the stars. She tossed her cigarette butt out the window, the embers dancing in the breeze. 

“It’s fuckin’ freezing,” She rubbed her arms, “Mind if I borrow one of your jumpers?”

Remus took a final pull of his cigarette and nodded, “Go ahead, you know where they are, top drawer.” He motioned towards the boys dorm. 

She weaved through the (now mostly drunk) partygoers, grabbing Lily once to twirl her around before heading up the stairs to the boys bedroom. The sound of people at the top of the spiral staircase made her cringe, she didn’t feel like walking through two horny 4th years trying to get off in the solitude of the upper levels. As she turned the corner to the top landing, she came face to face with a pretty blonde entangled with a dark haired boy. The girls’ hands were fumbling with his pants as he moved to kiss up her neck sloppily. Even from across the landing she could tell both of them were completely drunk. 

“Can you two have intercourse somewhere else? Maybe somewhere more private?” She called, moving towards the dormitory door.

The boy looked up and she froze. Sirius’s blue eyes shot through her and for a moment, she couldn’t breathe. For what felt like an eternity, he stared at her, and she could have sworn something like longing flickered behind his drunken gaze. As quickly as she saw it, it was gone, replaced by a smug expression that she had seen Regulus wear too many times to count. 

“C’mon Em,” he slurred, “Let’s go to my room.”

“You can at least wait until I leave, you know,” she shot at him, surprising even herself. 

Sirius turned around slightly as he opened the dormitory door, “What’re you even doing up here?” His voice was cold, and it shook her to the core. 

“Remus said I could borrow one of his jumpers,” she muttered, suddenly feeling so small under his scrutiny. 

Without another word, Sirius dragged the blonde girl into the dormitory, collapsing onto his bed. The girl climbed on top of him and they resumed the exploration of each other’s mouths. 

The last thing she wanted was to be seen as weak, let alone by Sirius fucking Black of all people. She squared her shoulders and strode to Remus’ closet, making a loud show of finding the right drawer containing his jumpers. As she aggressively slammed one of them shut, Sirius moaned loudly. He was playing the game too, it seems. 

Ripping a green and brown jumper from the top drawer, she spun around to find him glancing up at her from beneath the girl, eyes challenging as his hands continued to roam her body. 

She wouldn’t let him win this. 

She tore off her shirt and tossed it onto the floor, standing in the center of the room in just jeans and a bra and stared back at him, face cool and expressionless. She stood there for a beat, watching as Sirius’ mouth went slack, causing his partner to whine against his lips. At the sight of his barely contained shock, his eyes briefly jumping from her face to her chest, she pulled Remus’ jumper over her head and stormed out, slamming the door behind her. 

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October 15th, 1976

Emmeline Vance had a death wish, though she didn’t know it. Apparently the fondling during Peter’s birthday party wasn’t a one time thing, and the blonde was now an almost constant fixture at their table in the Great Hall. The entire situation made everyone uncomfortable, but none of them had the guts to tell Sirius to cut it off. The little Ravenclaw sat in his lap, her favorite seat apparently, and her hands would be on him in some capacity at all times. 

The sight of them made her physically ill, so after a week of trying to suck it up and just not look at his side of the table, she decided to sit with the Hufflepuffs, much to Remus and James’ frustration. 

She didn’t like Emmeline, it wasn’t like when Sirius had dated Mary a few years ago. Mary was fun, and witty, and could match Sirius on his attitude any day. Emmeline was a parrot, just giggling and repeating everything he said, no real opinion or thoughts on any topic. The worst thing about her though, was that she was mean. Not cruel in the way that Regulus and his group of assholes were, but she was rude and stuck-up, especially to younger years. One morning, a small 1st year had accidentally bumped her with their schoolbag when leaving the Great Hall, and Emmeline had shot them a death glare and spat “Watch where you’re going, idiot.” The first year scuttled off, looking on the verge of tears.

She almost leapt across the table and strangled her. But if that was the type of girl Sirius wanted, then fine. 

The rest of the group largely ignored them, not that Emmeline seemed to mind, she only cared about touching Sirius, kissing Sirius, groping Sirius, and licking Sirius (as they all had the pleasure of witnessing early one Wednesday morning; Peter had choked on his tea).

She tried to move on, tried training her heart to not reach for Sirius every time she passed him in the corridors. At times when he would creep into her thoughts, she quickly shut down an impenetrable wall of steel, blocking out the memories of him entirely; the color of his eyes, the sound of his laugh, the feeling of his chest rising and falling as he slept. 

Eventually, Sirius became an afterthought, a bookmark in a chapter of her life that she had closed. And slowly, but surely, she moved on.

[mrbensonmum]

TV Show - Dr. House | House M.D. IX

Over the weekend, I finished watching the fourth season, what a wild ride!

The team breaks up and only House remains. Of course, one could say that he also needs a team because he is the top diagnostician, but that would be short-sighted. Without the constant brainstorming and influences of the others, the diagnoses would never come together. Unless he's at Wilson's and has a brainstorm again. Still, he needs the team or a team to go down this path, a lesson House doesn't really need to learn, but it seems Foreman does. He briefly has a team and behaves like House, but it's a completely different dynamic.

What's really interesting, though, is that the old team never really goes away. While the new team is very different, because it's familiar, you still get to see the old faces here and there, namely Chase and Cameron. Foreman is always around anyway. It's a bit like changing your diet, where you're eating completely different foods but still occasionally have a cheat day, so your head, not just your body, is on board with the whole thing.

I especially like that they've thought about the nerds with the new team. Kutner often waves this flag by bringing in pop culture topics, asking about Star Wars stuff, or just being a bit childishly naive. I don't mean that derogatorily; in such a serious series, I think it's pretty good and necessary.

Since the production of the fourth season falls during the writers' strike of that time (2007-2008), we have a very short season with only 16 episodes. This gives us relatively little time to process everything that's happening. First, there's the selection process for the new team, then Wilson's new relationship with Amber, and before we know it, we're first in "House's head" and then in "Wilson's heart". The impactful double feature at the end of the fourth season really throws the world around House out of whack, not to mention Wilson's world. This is also where the rift between the two begins, which lasts until House's father's funeral. I particularly like the reconciliation between them, or rather House's welcome back to Wilson. First a prank, then a donut and a carton of milk; that's true friendship and yes, also a bromance, for sure.

As I write, I always pause the current episode I'm watching. Right now, I see that I've already reached the tenth episode of the fifth season. The episodes themselves, I don't want to say are standard, but they don't have major implications for the overall House world, except for dealing with Amber's death (important topic!!!).

However, two important new story arcs are starting. First, we meet Lucas, the private detective hired by House to shadow Wilson. We'll see more of him in a prominent role later, but it's still quiet around him for now. But an even bigger impact is Cuddy's increasingly strong desire to have a child, which has been around for a while but is becoming more concrete until the episode where she's almost there but then gets disappointed by the mother of the child she was going to adopt. Kudos to Lisa Edelstein, because the pain she experienced in that scene, or rather her role, came across very convincingly, and she manages to carry that pain subtly through several episodes. And yes, I noticed the kiss between her and House, don't worry. But I also count that as part of this pain.

But the moment that impressed me the most was at the end of the fourth season when House is sitting on the white bus with Amber (what an incredibly good metaphor). Perhaps this is indeed the only scene where we get to know a House who is happy, and not just a part, a small piece, or a fragment, but 100%. His words that he wants to stay there because he has no pain hit me to the core because I also suffer from chronic pain. I don't mean to say that they are as severe as House's, but they are there, and I can relate to that so well. This has nothing to do with suicide or anything like that, please don't get me wrong. It's just the desire for a certain form of normalcy. To wake up in the morning and have no pain, not to worry about whether you'll make it through the day or have to take a step back somehow. I felt incredibly understood in that scene, and I think that, in turn, is an important point of the series. Showing people that they are not alone with their problems, that they are seen, and giving them a pleasant form of representation so that other people also notice that they exist. Especially because in my case, except for a slight limp, you can't tell, just like with House, for example.

So much evidence that this series is incredibly good and that on so many levels. I don't watch many medical series anymore, except for the first season of The Good Doctor, but I can't remember much beyond the first scene with the little boy. And unfortunately, I feel like it's the same with many of these series because they just don't have the impact that House does. I don't want to badmouth the other series, absolutely not. They have their place, no question, but they just don't have the scope that House does; they're more for pure entertainment and have chosen medicine or a hospital as a setting.

[thiriann]

Extraterrestrial - Chapter 4 "Perplexity"

This is a continuation of an ongoing fic.

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Pairing: Tav X Astarion, F/M.

Content: Githyanki Tav, Astarion (Baldur's Gate), Alien Cultural Differences, Cleric Tav, Astarion Being Astarion, Flirting, Seduction, Biting,Vampire Bites,Blood Drinkin,Love Triangles,Jealousy,Pining, no sex in this chapter but will be in later ones. Ongoing fic

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Summary:The gang discovers more about their tadpoles and have an unexpected visitor in the night. Astarion continues his efforts at acquiring allies in the camp while Ilaara faces new unexpected emotions.

He had gone hunting every night since the crash but tonight his ever-present hunger seemed to be lacking. It would have been a relief had it not been for the waves of nausea that he was experiencing. His hands were sweating, his skin felt clammy making his shirt cling to him.

Acute panic filled him at the realization, it was happening – he was transforming.

 He pushed the flap of his tent hastily ready to storm out into the night. To look for something, anything that might help him stop this.

And then he saw her- Ilaara with Lae’zel’s blade at her throat.

“I see it in you. I feel it in me. We are lost.” He heard Lae’zel say and a cold dread settled in his stomach at her words.

“I will be quick with my blade. First you. Then the others. Then myself.” She continued.

Despite all of his stupid games he didn’t feel ready in the slightest. He couldn’t let it end like this, not after everything he’s been through.  His hands trembled as he reached for his bow, the world blurring at the edges. His vision swam, Lae'zel's image doubling, tripling but he just needed one clear shot from the shadows.

“It’s just a fever. Rest will break it.” Ilaara spoke softly but with undeniable certainty.

Lae'zel's blade lowered, and with it, a fraction of the terror. Astarion collapsed onto a plush pillow in front of his tent unable to bring himself back inside.

“If the sickness does not pass come dawn… I will end us all.” He could no longer open his eyes but Lae’zel’s parting words rang in his head.

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The first thing Astarion noticed when he woke up was that he felt exponentially better. The ache in his gut had returned at full force but at least he felt himself again.

And then he recalled the visitor and a thrill ran through him. Maybe these worms could prove useful once again. And he was far from turning down any powers at the moment, even if they came from a worm. Anything to help him survive in this wilderness away from Cazador was a welcomed gift.

He saw Ilaara knelt by the river, washing her clothes and approached before any of their other companions beat him to it.

“I had the strangest dream last night. There was a visitor promising me protection, and all sorts of delicious powers from the parasites in our heads.” He started, trying to keep the excitement out of his voice.

“Given our shared affliction, I suppose you had a similar dream…?”

Ilaara's eyes met his, a mixture of curiosity and wariness. “I did.”

“Excellent!” he replied, a smirk tugging at his lips “Now we can see what these tadpoles can do for us.”

Ilaara's expression turned cautious.

“I don’t trust it. We should avoid using these powers. “

“Is there a reason you’re always such an utter drip?  Do you have some sort of condition? Honestly, it’s like you hate good news.” He snapped irritated.

“Did you want anything or are you here just to spoil my fun?”

Ilaara looked at him quizzically. “You came to me.”

Astarion turned on his heel and stormed off with a huff, leaving Ilaara alone by the river, her gaze following his retreating figure.

She pondered his words as she watched him disappear into his tent. This was the worm's work, no doubt, but the symptoms  they were experiencing were atypical. And this dream visitor had fulfilled its promise so far- they were not turning. A chill crept down her spine. This was all too strange.

As Astarion watched her make her way stiffly to Lae'zel's tent he wondered if he hadn’t been too harsh in his tone. He was trying to seduce her after all and he felt like he'd slipped there. He would need to rectify that soon.

“-it's ghaik deception!” He heard Lae'zel hiss.

 Gods these githyanki would not work with him at all on this. Maybe he had to consider a different strategy and ally himself with someone more open-minded.

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As they ventured out of their camp, he saw the wizard walking a bit behind the rest. It seemed like the perfect opportunity to test the waters.

“I am enjoying our walks together, aren't you, Gale?” he spoke, his voice laced with false camaraderie.

 “Uhm... Sure. In silence.”

Funny how this was the one time Gale decided to be silent.  Clearly this had been a lost cause.  He heard the wizard was hung up on some goddess anyway.

Shifting his attention, he turned to Shadowheart.

“Shadowheart. Such a grim name for such a beautiful flower.”

A sharp intake of breath. “Could you not stare so blatantly at my neck when you say that please?”

“Oh, but do keep calling her 'flower'. She'll love that.” Lae’zel chimed in.

“I didn’t expect you to be capable of sarcasm, Lae’zel. Do miracles never cease?” he mocked.

Lae'zel responded with a low growl but mercifully walked away. Glancing at Ilaara, it appeared that she had missed much of their conversation, but her expression was strained, as if she was struggling to maintain a neutral expression.

Along the road they came across a couple standing over a heavily injured man. Their distress was apparent as the man coughed and took possibly his final breaths.

“You! Not a step closer.” The woman yelled.

“What happened to your friend?” Ilaara asked staring at the bleeding man.

“An owlbear. Please, do you have any-“ the man started but was swiftly interrupted by the girl.

“Shut up, Andrick! Do you serve the Absolute?” She demanded .

Ilaara raised an eyebrow in question when the injured man called to her. She kneeled next to him feeling the same connection she had with her companions as their minds intertwined.  “Protect them” he’d said but she still failed to understand any of it.

“Explain this Absolute to me.” Ilaara demanded.

“What…? Are you… are you testing us?” the man said and Ilaara got the distinct impression they thought she should know already of this Absolute.

“The Absolute is our goddess.She’s going to rip down the old world order, start a new one.” He started to explain “Then we’ll be the ones with the power- well, you firstly, True Soul. You don’t need me to explain that.”

“A True Soul – like you- has been chosen by the Absolute. You speak with Her voice.” The girl added. “And when the time comes, the True Souls – you- will rule.”

Astarion leaned into Ilaara to whisper “I like these two. All zeal and no brains.”

For once she couldn’t agree more. This was the work of some cult surely.

“You’re wrong. I’m no True Soul. I serve only The Undying Queen.”

Ilaara declared but it seemed to be the wrong thing to say as they drew their swords and lunged. 

It didn’t take long to take them down, both were clearly inexperienced in combat.

“What were those raving fools on about?” Shadowheart asked but Ilaara had no answers.

“They mistook us for followers of their god” Ilaara said but couldn’t shake the feeling this was all connected to the tadpole.

As Ilaara bent to loot the corpse, an unfamiliar sensation washed over her.

“Follow your instrincts. Don’t be afraid.” The voice of the dream visitor echoed in her head.

Her limbs moved on their own accord with an unexplainable craving. All she could feel was the desire to be nourished, strengthened by the tadpole from within the corpse.

She grit her teeth with all her might. This was the illithid parasite’s doing, she would not be influenced by it!

Astarion watched Ilaara fight against the worm with a mix of fascination and disgust. Her body twisting and contorting with effort. The parasite finally relented and she put it firmly in a jar taking a sigh of relief.

She was still panting when he approached her.

“You know, if that parasite isn’t to your taste, I’d be happy to consume it in your stead.” He offered as if he’d be doing her a favor.

“I don’t relish the thought, but if you’re going to just leave it sitting in your pack- well, one of us should try it.”

Her head whipped up startling him briefly with its speed.

“Why would you want the ghaik tadpole?” she asked brows furrowing

“Oh I have my reservations, no question. First of all, it looks disgusting.” he continued while grimacing.

“Second, there’s a non-zero chance that it will turn me into a purple, glistening monster.”

“But if it doesn’t, who knows what kind of power we could unlock? And power is always worth a little risk.”

She sighed, too tired to argue on why this was a bad idea. If he wished to engage with the parasite, well that was his own choice.

“It’s in my pack if you want it.”

Astarion's eyes gleamed with anticipation.  “Excellent! I’ll have a rummage around and help myself in my own good time.”

The worm and access to her belongings? Maybe sticking by her was proving beneficial after all.

“Thank you, your generosity is appreciated.”

“Don’t mention it.” She said already regretting her decision.

“Maybe we should investigate this cult.” Ilaara said after a beat.

“We're wasting time before purification.” Lae’zel was quick to interject. “There is no telling how long this dream visitor’s “protection” will last.”

“Bringing more information before the ghustil could prove beneficial in fighting the infection that has taken hold here.” Ilaara insisted.

Lae'zel considered this for a moment, her expression unreadable. "You speak true," she conceded. "Fine, let's look into this 'Absolute', but we mustn't dally getting to a zaith'isk."

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As the day came to an end the companions gathered around the campfire to eat their dinner.

 Despite not having to eat, Astarion sat by them and engaged in small talk, trying to appear friendly and affable.  Ilaara approached him, sitting next to him on the log he’d perched himself on.

Time to rectify his mistake.

“There you are, I was just thinking about you. And that delicious moment we shared the other night.” he began, his voice low and seductive.

“The moment when you bit me?”

“The very same. I've had this condition for two centuries, but truth be told? You were my first.” He dropped the innuendo as innocently as he could reveling in the way her eyes widened.

“In all these years, I've only ever fed on beasts. Drinking the blood of thinking creatures is a different thing entirely.” He continued.

“You were delectable. And now I just can't help but wonder how the others taste.” He finished gaze sweeping over  the campsite. The others had mostly retreated to their tents and hopefully couldn’t hear their late night conversation.

“They might not be as open to the idea as I was.” Ilaara said, a hint of amusement in her eyes.

Great, even she'd noticed his failed attempts with the others.

“Alas. It doesn't hurt to ponder the question, though.” He said wistfully.

“Take Gale, for example. He strikes me as someone whose blood is rich, refined like a well- aged brandy.”  Sucking in a breath, he could almost feel the taste in his mouth.

“But Shadowheart? I have no idea. How do you think our little enigma would taste?”

She hadn’t expected the question but a strange urge inside her made her want to entertain him. She did not like that feeling one bit.

While usually not one for liquor, had experimented with almost everything one could drink during her travels.

“Something that could lay you out. Calishite Absinthe, maybe?” she suggested.

 Astarion's eyes widened in appreciation. “Oh, that sounds very appealing. I'm almost convinced.”

Her answer seemed to have pleased him and Ilaara felt a strange warmth spreading through her, a reaction she couldn't quite explain.

“Could I convince you to kill someone less useful?” she asked, and he couldn’t tell if she was serious or trying to make a joke.

“No one's getting killed, I swear. We're just two friends talking.” Another phrase he’d heard but never used.

“So - in the spirit of theoretical questions - if you had to take a bite from one of them, who would it be?” he asked, leaning in, eyes filled with mischief.

His question gave her pause. She loved tasting her lovers but never quite like this.

 While trying to think of a preference only his scent came to mind as he bit her neck.

“You.” she replied openly and he was quick to bat his eyelashes as if it was a compliment.

“Oh, I'm flattered. Who knew you had such taste?”

He seemed unfazed but her own mind was perplexed by this revelation.

“Unfortunately, all this talk is getting me hungry. I'd better find something I can actually sink my teeth into.” He said as this conversation was not helping his hunger pangs in the slightest.

“Good hunting," she replied, her voice returning to its usual stoic tone.

“There's nothing that tasty lurking out in the woods, but I'll make do. Sweet dreams.” He wished before forgetting himself.

As he turned to leave the words slipped out of her mouth before she thought them through.

“You can feed on me tonight, if you’d like.”

Astarion smirked, eyes shining with a predatory gleam “Then I’ll see your delicious self tonight, you sweet generous thing.”

Got you.

[aphverse-confessions]

cishet zane part 2: zanechan

important to note that the cishet zane era coinsided with the rise of twt purity culture in general fandom circa covid times. you can't just not like something, it has to be 'problematic' and you have to cite your sources. like a callout but entirely ineffective because fictional character.

so people who didn't like zanechan/zane would make these posts trying to point out how 'problematic' it was, usually focusing on zane because kc was experiencing a new wave of popularity post nana reveal.

not saying zanchan is good or bad (arguably it is the healthiest canon ship tho), these are just the three takes i saw most often, in ascending length of reach.

The Crimes of Zane Ro'Meave

1. Ableism

Zane has called KC 'weird', 'loud', annoying', etc, several times on numerous occasions.

Yes, the shipping thing is objectively weird, but that's irrelevant

No, it does not matter when in the timeline this happened or if they were even friends yet, it shouldn't have happened at all.

KC can be read as ND coded, which makes this ableism instead of just being a dick.

A contrarian might point out that Zane is also ND coded, and a lot of his specific traits tend to clash with KC's, which might make interactions with her kinda taxing until he gets to know her better (ex. zane's touch averse while kc is bad at boundries). In this case, Zane should get over his internalized ableism.

2. Violence.

In episode 5 of s3, there's this scene where Zane whacks KC's hand with a yardstick a few times.

Despite the fact that this is clearly just a meme (Don't Toucha The Child) that is only relevant in one episode and Zane literally is never violent towards KC in any context outside of this one bit, it is dv he is a bad person.

3. Transphobia

With the Nana reveal, a good chunk of the fandom began to interpret KC as trans-coded (which isn't bad I am also a trans KC believer)

However, bc KC is trans-coded, 'Nana' is her deadname.

So Zane calling KC 'Nana' is deadnaming her, which makes him transphobic.

It doesn't matter that KC literally asked Zane to call her 'Nana' in private, and he respected those terms until he literally had magic brain damage and could not help it.

And then there were all these fix-it fics where Zane would turn down calling Nana by her preferred name because "KC is who she really is" like that's better??? Like???

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[wholesomefluffdaddy]

Wednesday's new court mandated therapist is having her keep a journal of her thoughts and feelings. Wednesday finds this to be a complete waste of time and decides instead to use it to record her observations of her unusual roommate Enid Sinclair. Wednesday POV.

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CW: Sexual arousal (nothing too explicit)

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Entry 11

Current Moon Phase: First Quarter 🌓

Enid has agreed to share some of her experiences on to how the different phases of the moon affect her. Had I known sooner that all I need do was ask - I digress. Enid explained how her canis lupus senses heighten as the moon waxes. I asked for her to elaborate further and provide examples; She decided to provide a demonstration.

As we sat upon her bed she suddenly sprung upon me and pinned me down. After the initial shock of the ambush subsided I calmly demanded an explanation and asked if she wished to be turned into a wolf skin rug. My threat was evidently ineffective, for she had a smug look about her. She informed me that she could 'smell' my mood and my bluff. I felt rather indignant at the accusation that I would make such an idle threat. She appeared not to take me seriously, for she rolled her eyes and did not release me.

I contested her assumption. She raised her eyebrows and leaned closer. I suddenly became aware that I was experiencing heart palpitations. She posited the query that if I didn't enjoy the current position; why had I continued to allow it? I was temporarily at a loss for words, perhaps because my mind was too preoccupied with the werewolf's lips, which I knew concealed a set of deadly fangs that could tear me to pieces. I begrudgingly had to admit I did not mind the physical arrangement. She asked me to extrapolate. I did not, for she did not need to know how being in the clutches of a formidable creature such as herself excited me. My werewolf is evidently growing bolder now that we are mates packmates.

She moved closer, while still maintaining her grip on my wrists. I caught the scent of peppermint as her breath rolled across my skin. She proceeded to initiate a typical werewolf greeting, one I have become most accustomed to over the past few weeks. However, she seemed to have miscalculated her aim as her lips landed upon my own instead of my cheek, which has been customary. My body, clearly fearing for its life, began preparing for a grand escape. I was keenly aware of my increased body temperature and growing tension in my lower abdomen. Likely sensing my distress Enid asked if she could 'continue?' I nodded for I appeared to be temporarily struck dumb. She greeted me several more times. Her aim was as equally bad as the first.

The way her lips crashed against my own, like the waves of the sea against the shore- Not wishing to be rude, and also hoping to affirm our bond, I greeted her back. I realized I must not be too harsh on Enid for missing my cheek, as my aim fared no better. I accidentally set my lips upon hers several times. The feeling was not unpleasant. Her lips were soft and supple and had faint traces of artificial cherry flavoring. I felt her grip tightened on my wrists. She asked if she could 'try something?' I acquiesced. She parted her lips as she pressed them once again to mine. Subconsciously, I began to mirror her, parting them ever so slightly. I was both surprised and not as her tongue ventured past my lips. With her heightened senses I assume she wanted to check my health; No doubt since I have been experiencing spontaneous fits of madness. Her tongue was most thorough in its inspection of my mouth, though it appeared to primarily focus on my own tongue. It seemed she wanted to wrestle it for dominance. I allowed it, for I assume it to be part of werewolf culture and provide her with further information.

As I submit to her tongue a new symptom suddenly overcame me that I couldn't quite place; a heightened sensitivity in my pelvic region. Though I was not within the predicted range of beginning my next menstrual cycle I felt a certain dampness becoming present. Enid's subtle placement of her knee between the fork of my legs only exacerbated the symptom. The feeling was not unlike an itch, however, I knew not how to 'scratch' this new sensation.

Having completed her inspection Enid withdrew and continued to greet me on the cheek. Perhaps driven by some other instinct, or werewolf custom, her lips soon trailed down to my neck. What I can only surmise to be a silent scream attempted to escape my lips as the apex predator osculated along my jugular.

Enid pressed closer as I involuntarily arched my back. I closed my eyes so as to focus through my other senses. I could hear Enid begin to growl subtly as she devoured my neck. I gasped for air as I realized I was forgetting to breathe. I felt her fangs drag across my skin as she opened her mouth. I waited on tenterhooks for an inevitable bite. 'Willa?' She had stopped. 'Am I going to fast again?' I was perplexed at her query and opened my eyes to check. From my vantage point I was able to confirm that we had remained stationary upon her bed. 'What?' I asked numbly. Her smile appeared nervous as she tucked some of her hair behind her ear.

'I just wanted to check because you seem like really conflicted or confused about something.' She stated. I blinked in surprise. Could she smell such a thing? Or perhaps taste it? (Would it be the levels of noradrenaline? Acetylcholine?) That aside, what would I possibly be confused about? As I pondered this she softly caressed my cheek. I closed my eyes at her touch, but for why, I do not know. It was obvious that I needed to keep my eyes open and fixed upon such a potentially dangerous creature. As I forced myself to open them an overwhelming pang of yearning suddenly gripped my chest as I was captured in the werewolf's cerulean gaze. I do not know for what I yearned, but it spread through my entirety, like a burning poison that set my senses ablaze.

The unexplainable madness had once again hijacked my body. My hand, under its volition, took Enid's and pressed it to my lips. The werewolf's eyes widened and color flushed her face. I tried in desperation to voice that I was not in control but the words that left my lips were 'I need something.' The increased heat radiating off the werewolf was quite noticeable. 'You need…?' For whatever reason her eyes trailed south. 'Oh!' She exclaimed quietly as her eyes darted back to mine. 'W-what do you need?' Her voice was somewhat timorous. I was flummoxed at my own question. What did the madness crave? 'I don't know.' Was my dissatisfying answer. The werewolf looked nonplussed. Finding her voice she asked 'Do you want me to-?' She made a foreign gesture with her hands. I furrowed my brow in response. 'You're horny, right?' She whispered the second word. My insanity was apparently contagious. 'I do not possess horns nor do I feel as if I am being prodded by any.'

Enid stared at me with her mouth agape. 'Willa, have you-? Have you never been horny before?' 'What?' I responded. Enid ran a hand through her hair. 'Have you ever had a certain, um, 'amorous' feeling before?' She asked with hesitation and possible embarrassment. 'What do you mean a 'certain amorous feeling'?' I requested for further clarification. 'You know, uh… When you feel- When your body feels 'hot' down there.' She seemed to be struggling with how best to phrase her explanation. She pointed downwards, toward my pelvic region. 'It feels tense and damp.' I stated. 'And yet I am not due to start my menstrual cycle for at least another two weeks or so and I don't appear to be incontinent.' More blood appeared to rush to the werewolf's face. In apparent self consciousness she covered it. 'Wednesday! You can't do this to me right now!' She exclaimed behind her hands.

'Do what? I have done nothing.' I frowned at her. 'Wednesday Addams!' She said sternly as she lowered her hands. I swallowed at the sudden change in her tone. I also observed that she had pinned my wrists down once more. Her lips captured mine and her tongue demanded entrance to my mouth. I allowed it without question. Clearly she needed answers that I couldn't provide in my current mental state. An unfamiliar sound rose up inside me as she pressed her knee more firmly between my legs. I struggled to escape her grasp and she released my wrists at once. She drew back, watching me closely. I was not done greeting her and pulled her back in.

The madness was evidently satiated by maintaining a physical closeness with my packmate. Out of curiosity I slipped my tongue past her lips. While I lack the canis lupus genes I still wondered if I could collect any information from the inside of her mouth. Enid allowed its exploration and decided to do some exploration of her own. I felt her hands trail along the sides of my body. For whatever reason the madness rejoiced at the contact and demanded more. I felt myself grip Enid tighter in an attempt to appease it. After a moment or two the werewolf had apparently finished greeting me and pulled away.

I was left panting for some reason, and my body screamed in protest at being separated from the werewolf. I tried to pull her back but she withdrew from my touch. 'Willa, as much as I want to continue, and I really want to continue, I can't.' She said seriously. 'Not while you don't know what 'that' is.' She gestured to my lower half. 'I feel like I'd be taking advantage of you.' I propped myself up and to my horror found that the dampness between my legs had grown exponentially. 'I shall see a doctor at once.' I informed her as I carefully climbed off her bed.

'Call your therapist.' She said bluntly before laying back down and covering her face with a pillow. 'Yes, of course, cara mia.' I froze as I realized what jeopardous words had been born from my lips. I quickly covered them to prevent any more folly. '…What was that?' Enid had begun to ask as she lowered the pillow. I fled the room.

[distanthorizons]

THE REED COLONY

A small feline watches you from the shoreline. "Hello stranger," they call to you with a friendly wave of their tail. "You came to learn about us?" Their eyes light up with excitement. "Well, come along then... I hope you don't mind getting your fur wet!"

Common cat traits:

Sleek, water-resistant fur: Their fur is sleek and water-resistant, often with a glossy sheen that helps them glide through the water efficiently.

Webbed, soft paws: Many cats have slightly webbed paws, which aid in swimming by providing better propulsion through the water. Their paws are softer, allowing silent movement along the banks and creeks. 

Slender bodies: These cats are generally slender, with strong legs that help them to navigate through the currents and the lake.

Long tails: Their long tails act as rudders, helping them to steer and maintain balance while swimming.

Small, round ears: Their ears are small and sometimes rounded to minimize drag while swimming. They also help to keep water out of their ears.

Values and culture:

Harmony with water: They deeply respect and value the watery environment. The Colony believes in living harmoniously with the surrounding bodies of water, seeing it both as a vital resource and spiritual entity. 

Unity and cooperation: Cooperation and unity are central to the Colony’s culture. They work together in their daily lives, whether it is hunting, patrolling, or defending their territory. This form of teamwork is essential for survival and prosperity. 

Respect for nature: Nature is at the center of the Colony’s belief system and should be respected. They treat the land with great respect, including its inhabitants.

Patience and reflection: Being patient and reflective upon oneself is important to the Colony. Patience aids them in fishing and other aspects of their life. Their reflectiveness allows them to practice calming tactics. 

Traditions:

The River Blessing: New apprentices are introduced to water and taught the importance of understanding and respecting it. This ceremony signifies their acceptance as a new apprentice, and their commitment to learning the ways of the Colony. 

The First Catch: When an apprentice catches their first fish, it is celebrated and presented to either the Captain or the apprentice’s mentor to be shared.

The Water Dance: A celebration which happens once per year, showcasing the Colony’s ability to move in water in a rhythmic, synchronized manner. This strengthens their bonds and celebrates their connection with the water. 

Tide Watch: Elders and experienced tide watchers take turns monitoring the tides and water levels, ensuring the safety of the clan. They provide information on safe crossing times and potential flood risks. 

The Fishing Trials: This is a trial which apprentices must past in order to become their chosen rank. They demonstrate their fishing and swimming skills by catching a certain among of fish within a set time. This tests the cat’s patience and skills. 

Flood Drills: In order to be prepared in the case of emergency, regular drills are conducted. They ensure that every cat knows the safest routes to higher ground and how to help others during emergencies. 

Starpool: This is an area of the Colony’s territory fed by an underground spring, believed to have a direct communication to their ancestors. The Colony cats often come here to seek guidance and commune with their ancestors.

Strengths:

Exceptional swimmers: The Colony cats are highly skilled swimmers, able to navigate swiftly and efficiently through the differing bodies of water. Their webbed paws and water-resistant fur give them a significant advantage in water. 

Expert fishers: With their keen eyes and precise movements, the Colony cats are adept at catching fish, which is a major part of their diet. They can often be seen using their claws and quick reflexes to snatch fish from the water. 

Precision: The Colony’s cats strike accurately and have a great ability to move silently along the water’s edge. This gives them an edge in ambushing prey, as well as evading predators. 

Compassionate towards others: The Colony often extends compassion and a helping paw to those who are in need, both within and outside of their group. This can lead to an increased morale and alliances forming with others. 

United together: These cats value cooperation and teamwork, which fosters a strong sense of unity within the clan. This collective spirit ensures they work together harmoniously, especially during patrols and other clan activities. 

Efficient in water combat: Being efficient in the water means they are able to defend their territory with great skill and evade rival attacks. It gives the Colony an advantage due to their familiarity with the water. 

Weaknesses:

Reliance on water sources: The Colony is heavily dependent on their lakes, rivers, and creeks for food and survival. Droughts, pollution, or significant changes in the water levels can severely impact their ability to hunt and maintain their territory. 

Limited land combat skills: While excelling in water-based combat, their skills on dry land are not as refined. They may slightly struggle in open-field battles or when fighting in dense forests. 

Vulnerability to flooding: Living so close to the water, they risk flooding due to sudden storms or rainfall, which could force them to temporarily evacuate. 

Limited hunting variety: Primarily relying on fish in their diet, the Colony lacks as much skill to hunt birds or small mammals. This could lead to a food shortage if fish populations decline,o r they are forced away from water sources. 

Susceptible to the cold: They are more vulnerable to the cold weather due to their sleek, water-resistant fur. It is less insulating than the thick fur of other clans, which makes them more susceptible to hypothermia during cold seasons. 

Unique ranks:

Wave Riders: Specialized swimmers and navigators of the Colony’s aquatic territory. These cats have great swimming skills and a deep understanding of the lake and creeks. They are responsible for leading water-based patrols, rescues, and fishing expeditions.

Water patrols: Conducting regular patrols along the lake and creeks, ensuring the safety of the Colony’s waters and monitoring for potential threats or intruders.

Rescue operations: Respond to emergencies involving clan members or animals in distress, using their expertise to perform rescues.

Diving: These cats are skilled in diving underwater and have the ability to see under the freshwater. 

Fishing: Leading fishing expeditions, teaching clan members effective techniques for catching fish and ensuring the Colony has a steady food supply.

Training: Instructing apprentices in advanced swimming techniques, diving, water navigation, and safety protocols. This ensures that they are confident and capable in the water.

Tide Watchers: Observant guardians of the Colony who specialize in monitoring the weather, water levels, and environmental conditions. They play a crucial role in predicting changes that could impact the clan, such as flooding, and preparing for these changes.

Weather monitoring: Regularly observing and reporting on weather patterns. They predict storms, floods, and other conditions that could affect the clan’s safety and activities. 

Water level observation: Tracking the rise and fall of water levels in the lake and creeks, ensuring the clan is aware of any significant changes that might indicate flooding or drought.

Environmental assessment: Assessing the health of the Colony’s aquatic environment, which includes their fish populations, water quality, and plant life. This is an important aspect of the clan, as it can help to predict future food shortages or safety concerns.

Advisory role: Advises the high ranks of potential threats and necessary precautions, ensuring the clan is prepared for any eventualities.

[staghunters]

Courtesy of @monstrousgourmandizingcats, scheduled for the next Basement screening is ハウス / Hausu (1977)! This because it's too short to have a poll set up, and it's been on my watchlist for a while now.

What?: Decked in bright visuals, Hausu (or House) effectively lures the viewer into a story that is much more terrifying.

Hoping to find a sense of connection to her late mother, Gorgeous takes a trip to the country to visit her aunt at their ancestral house. She invites her six friends, Prof, Melody, Mac, Fantasy, Kung Fu, and Sweet, to join her. The girls soon discover that there is more to the old house than meets the eye.

Why should you watch it?: Hausu by Nobuhiko Obuyashi is a spectacle of colors and sounds. Post-WWII, many places in the worlds experienced reinventions in the arts. In film, the French New Wave is frequently cited as an example. The Japanese New Wave (ヌーベルバーグ / Nūberu bāgu) that shared similar characteristics spanned from roughly the 1950s to mid-70s. Obuyashi got into the film industry while the New Wave was in full swing, though he would have a lengthy career in the making of television ads before having his directorial feature-film debut with Hausu.

It's the bright style of this marketing world, as well as the experimental culture at the time, that makes Hausu what it is. It's effects are practical, but this practicality comes through in the editing department rather than special effects. It's sets are small and reminiscent of theatre backdrops, it's soundtrack recognizable and bright in tones. All this makes for a candy-colored fever dream with the thesis question:

Can a house haunt itself?

(Description from Criterion)

Some warnings!: I haven't watched this film myself yet, but from what I could find, you should be fine if you're part of the Yellowjackets circle. Do check in case you want detailed warnings ahead of the watch. Given the time this was made in, the effects may not exactly be "scary" in the way we use that term today.

Based on some view of the characters, there are some stereotypes at play. Their names are indications of this, with "Prof" being a nerd and "Mac" being a character that is shown eating a lot. With this in mind, some jokes may not have aged well.

When?: Sunday September 4 at 10PM/22:00 CEST!

Link to the kosmi room will be shared ~20 minutes in advance