#this is new to her. its not who shes been allowed to be

[f1samcro]

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fc; sabrina carpenter (she will be a common one i fear im so in love with her its a problem) (also theres like 1 photo of lily that we shall pretned is sabrina pls n thx)

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y/nnorizz.jpg i shall prove to be the superior norris with a superior jgp account, with a SUPERIOR photographer

lando EXCUSE ME? THE JPG IS MINE

↪y/nnorizz.jpg mine now tehehehe

madisonbeer have my babies pls n thx xxxx

↪y/nnorizz.jpg ill have to ask my photographer if thats allowed

↪madisonbeer fuck the patriarchy and have my children newayz

↪y/nnorizz.jpg ill be fucking somebody

↪lando there are children on this app (its me. i am children)

alexalbon what happened to being a norizz sibling? you kept having lily giggle at her phone

↪y/nnorizz.jpg not my fault im hotter than you albono🤷‍♀️

↪lilymhe im sorry alex but id leave you for her

↪alexalbon LILY?

↪y/nnorizz.jpg HA

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y/nnorizz.jpg my photographer said i should fuck him and not the patriarchy 😔 sooooo appreciation post for my wife (and a small one for my photographer bcs IM HOT)

madisonbeer your photographer sounds toxic 🫤

↪y/nnorizz.jpg he very much is after last nught

↪madisonbeer ABSOLUTELY NO WAY YOU GOT DICKED DOWN SO GOOD YOU CANT TYPE

↪y/nnorizz.jpg IT WAS ONE WORD. MIND OUT OF GUTTER PLS N THX

user78 oscar?????? what are you doing here??????

↪user46 y/ns been in the garage A LOT, her and oscar are bound to have met considering lando brings her everywhere

lilymhe we should escape our toxic photographers and have a throuple @.y/nnorizz.jpg @.madisonbeer

↪y/nnorizz.jpg yesssss

↪madisonbeer shell get dicked down again

↪alexalbon were having a discussion about yu being in love with y/n

↪y/nnorizz.jpg im a very loveable person

↪lilymhe TOXIC. PHOTOGRAPHER.

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y/nnorizz.jpg guys my photographer said i could launch him

lando i dont approve

↪y/nnorizz.jpg stop being a sore loser xx

↪lando never enter my vicinity again

↪y/nnorizz.jpg big word for someone who didnt get their gcse's

↪lando big attitude for someone who wrote a song abt wanting to fuck someone, but hasnt told the public who they wrote it about

↪y/nnorizz.jpg get off my page you hater

↪lando i quite like it here now

↪y/nnorizz.jpg everybody point and laugh

↪madisonbeer 🫵😂

↪lilymhe 🫵😂

↪alexalbon 🫵😂

↪maxfewtrell 🫵😂

maxfewtrell it's okay y/n i wont bully you unlike somebody

↪y/nnorizz.jpg love ya maxie xx

↪maxfewtrell a??? public??? display??? of??? affection??? ew.

↪y/nnorizz.jpg kys xx

↪maxfewtrell youre in my suicide letter

user78 OSCARS HERE AGAIN

↪user46 ill let you cook this time

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y/nnorizz.jpg its my photographers birthday today!!!!!!!!!! happy birthday to my love, i wish i could say im sorry for the birthday muffin idea but im rlly not xx

thank you for putting up with me and taking FIRE photos whilst your at it. i have decided to share MY photos of you (plus one of me you took last night bcs your photography skills still need to outshine my brothers)

i love you endlessly my koala! (i WATCHED cricket with him the other day. i understood NOTHING. but i watched)

now. ahem. the last four photos.

1. HIS LITTLE NONCHALANT BITCHASS RESPONSE TO THIS NEW DRESS I GOT. LIKE WTH I LOOKED HOT AND I GET A THUMBS UP????

2. idk you look like a gremlin and im here for it

3. this is the face of a man whos listened to me complain the entire hike, just fo rme to say i wanted to go back and get more photos the second we went down

4. he heard my voice in the corridor and poked out with a DEVIOUS looking grin

oscarpiastri i love you endlessly, my little hedgehog (emphasis on the little)

↪y/nnorizz.jpg its only a head difference. calm urself down b4 i kill you in your sleep xx

↪oscarpiastri where else would you find a man willing to hike ALL the way back so you can take some photos?

↪y/nnorizz.jpg point has been considered

↪oscarpiastri i also gave you a much better reaction to that dress in person. you looked beautiful love

↪y/nnorizz.jpg you dont fight fair

↪oscarpiastri you lock yourself in the bathroom until you get your way

↪y/nnorizz.jpg you??? let??? me??? i??? never??? lock??? the??? door???

↪oscarpiastri you're watching cricket tonight

↪y/nnorizz.jpg wth man

madisonbeer i shall find my own photographer considering piastri stole mine

↪oscarpiastri SHE made the FIRST MOVE

↪madisonbeer shed never betray me like that

↪y/nnorizz.jpg ...

↪madisonbeer throwing your stuff into a firepit as we speak xxx

lando this doesnt prove you have a better jpg

↪y/nnorizz.jpg yes it does tf i have osc and youve js got your ugly ass

↪lando im not ugly and you know it

↪y/nnorizz.jpg sir you are my brother. please stop.

[hatosaur]

this show sucks and i'm angry

i'm back on this blog for the very specific reason that i'm filled with spite and rage. i Must talk about how bad tlou hbo season 2 is. spoilers (and lots of hatred) ahead.

(i know i stated before that i wouldn't be watching; that was a fuckin lie)

the show is so...pretentiously written in the second season because they keep adding insignificant fluff that overall weakens the story beats. the game story is neat and clean in that it doesn't waste any time, because, go figure, it doesn't make for a good game story. the player wants to get in there. tv shows don't have the same needs but god, that doesn't mean that you can stretch everything and fill in the gaps with frivolous, drawn out dialogue that explains EVERYTHING that the characters are thinking.

the game really shines in the brevity of its dialogue -- its quiet, contemplative scenes that allow you to sit in the emotions of the moment. the show does the exact opposite and tells us TOO MUCH. first episode, we re-acquaint ourselves with these characters; what have ellie and joel up to? surely we get bits of the sudden iciness between them. nope, dina has to straight up ask joel, "why is she mad at you?" how's joel feeling about it? surely, it's up to viewer interpretation. maybe we can read joel's expressions and interactions with other characters -- nope, he goes to ✨therapy✨ now, and we have to be told what ellie and joel's relationship is through a brand new, useless character who adds zero impact to the story's themes/messages. great. cool. i love being told what's happening instead of just seeing it for myself.

each episode is worse than the last (and there are only three out at the time of me writing this!) with completely bizarre writing choices and massive tonal issues. abby is perhaps the most egregious example. i won't talk about my gripes with the casting because it's a dead horse. instead, let's talk about how she killed joel. abby prefaces the act by going on this longgggg speech about who exactly she is, what she's there for, who joel killed to make her do this, xyz, everything under the sun. then as she grabs the golf club and continues her speech, joel tells her to "shut the fuck up already and do it." joel saying the game's version of this ("save whatever speech you got and get it over with.") is badass, because it implies that it could've been anyone related to someone he's killed in the past, but it just happened to be abby that day. the ambiguity of whether he knew who exactly he killed or not adds to the tragedy of the story, because this was the one guy he had to kill to save ellie. in the show, it's almost comical, because we're fed this long speech that is entirely unnecessary and kills the flow of the scene; she JUST shot him in the fucking leg, you can't just go into a monologue after that. him knowing it was jerry he killed means fuck-all to the story. it works to the story's detriment, in fact, because it's a story about blind revenge, and it's a recurring thing in the game that these characters don't know what the fuck the other's motives are; they just know each other's actions.

the final blow on joel lacked the brutality and rage of the game. like, impaling him? is it meant to like, show that this scrawnier abby has a different set of abilities now that she doesn't have muscles to prove her prowess as a killer. in fact, what is it now that makes abby a daunting character? is it her drive to kill? is it her obsession? is it her being slightly more fucked up than her friends? because none of this was telegraphed to the audience. she just read as a hurt person. which SHE IS. but again. we're not meant to know this much about abby this early on. the show flouts the game's use of perception and throws everything it possibly can at the audience all at once, sacrificing the mystery of the narrative.

episode three is the worst of the episodes that are out (again, how are things this bad at just episode three?). we fast-forward to jackson three whole months after joel's death. it's implied that ellie was...committed to jackson's equivalent to a psych ward and that's the reason. i don't mind setting the stage for ellie's trauma as it's a huge part of the story. but three months? that takes so much of the wind out of the sails of the story. (the story is so bogged down by modern expectations of mental health. no, we don't need to see joel in therapy. no, we don't need to see ellie in the psych ward. these moments literally, literally don't matter.) dina has withheld info about joel's death (let's not get into the weird choice to swap tommy and dina for patrol; yet another nonsensical choice), and the two go through fucking LEGAL AVENUES TO GET AFTER ABBY? what the fuck?? you have ellie, a character who throughout the entire course of her life as a young person has seen absolutely no reason to respect authority figures, systems, or processes, and yet she has to wait for the people of jackson to vote on whether she should go after abby or not. ellie gets her own speech on what her motivations are. again, we know what her motivations are, it's pretty easy to tell, considering it happened in the previous episode. AGAIN, this entire scene doesn't impact the story in any way whatsoever...except in one way, as perceived by craig mazin.

seth (homophobic asshole) vocally supports the proposal, and this leads to him later giving ellie one of his guns as she's leaving jackson (which she does regardless of the vote, fuck fuck fuck why are they doing this). they share, i guess, a "meaningful moment" and they left. because do you guys get it yet? the show's about clashing forces needing to get along. because if we all just understood one another's intentions a little bit, maybe we'd be alright in the long run, right?

maria is the one who intercepts the girls as they leave, in the game. go figure, they make her black in the show and shelve her completely in the second season. i would think if they wanted to press a little more on the domesticity of jackson life, they would've kept this connection but...no. give the screentime to the white homophobe. because his actions totally needed to be justified, right? (for those who don't watch the behind-the-scenes featurettes, neil druckmann paints seth as a character who, in his own eyes, seeks to protect his community "in his own way." fuck off.) progressing the story in this way through a homophobe is so fucking morally corrupt. i get that they might be wanting to make a point about a perceived "unforgivable" person having the chance to redeem himself, but come the fuck on. we're in the middle of one of the worst moments in modern history for queer people and you choose to do THIS.

on the note of how they're depicting queer issues, LET'S TALK ABOUT WHAT THEY DO TO DINA (beloved, proudly bisexual partner of ellie). ellie and dina's relationship in the show is very different from the game. i'll maybe save the whole can of worms for a different post, but in episode three in particular, dina (in the game, an assured character; a rock for ellie's instability) doesn't confirm her feelings toward ellie. in fact, she dances around it; she poses the question about rating the kiss, the two banter, and dina confirms to ellie instead that she went back to jesse. what. the fuck? she plays off the kiss as something girls do when they're high, or drunk, or whatever. giggles and says, "you're gay, i'm not. i wanna know how good i was." which is the most insane fucking line in the show so far.

now, the present theory is that dina will realize she's bisexual later. but why? what room is there in this story for that? why did craig mazin make the significant change to explore dina's sexuality, and why does he think he's the guy to do it? because he's already fucked up. he's made dina ditzy, he's affirmed ellie's insecurities about the kiss, he's made her go back to jesse (ensuring she gets pregnant because of that fuckass timeskip). i won't deny that these things might happen to bi people irl, or that exploring a character's realization of their sexuality is something that could be depicted more. but why make this change from source material to adaptation? why add this to the ever-growing list of plotlines added on top of the base one?

at present, ellie and dina's relationship is left up in the air, removing the stability that both would've been able to rely on as the story progresses, and effectively making them "gal pals." tale as old as time, i guess.

the show will inevitably be praised for its queer rep anyway, because it's bolstered by the bill and frank episode (a positive example of original content from the show) and the kiss scene from episode one (more racy than the original's slow and sweet kiss because i think girls should makeout on screen more anyway), but genuinely? it's not hitting this season and i don't have hope it (nor the previous issues) will get better.

[pitviperofdoom]

I've said before that TAZ Balance is a great fandom for crossover AUs because you can have the Starblaster land in pretty much any fandom world at some point during the Stolen Century and it works out

And proof of this is that buried in my google docs is an outline of a crossover fic where the Starblaster touches down in Moominvalley.

Obviously I wasn't going to let the Hunger devour this particular world, so they do wind up finding the Light of Creation in time, but unfortunately they find it in the hands of the Groke, who doesn't want to give it up because it turns out their powers cancel each other out, allowing her to approach people without freezing them to death. (Obviously Magnus is the first to befriend her, and they eventually solve this by crafting her some stones of farspeech so she can at least talk to people even if she can't get close to them anymore)

Also the longer they stayed in Moominvalley the more it gets "infected" by D&D mechanics, to the point where Snufkin starts granting Bardic Inspiration and Moomintroll finds out he can Action Surge. (Sniff gets really good at the Disengage and Dodge actions.)

No clue if I'll ever go back to it but just for fun here's what I wrote for it:

Barely a week after the start of spring, a ship descended into the valley and landed far too close for comfort by Moominmamma’s flower beds.

Moominpappa was smoking on the porch when it happened, having woken up with the sun before anyone else in the house. It was a gray, overcast morning, with the sky still shaking off the winter weather, but all at once it seemed as though the clouds had parted. As he watched, pipe tumbling from his lips, the dense cloud cover split around the silvery hull of a sailing vessel.

And oh, how impressive it was! It rivalled even Hodgkins’ Amphibian in pure impressiveness. From one end to the other the ship shone like polished metal--perhaps that was what it was--and there seemed to be a faint shimmering bubble around it. At the stern, a large, glowing white ring rotated slowly, flashing in the sunlight that peeked through the now scattered clouds.

The air hummed as the ship touched down not far from where Pappa sat watching its arrival in speechless awe. It didn’t seem very loud to his ears, but a moment later Moominmamma opened the door and stepped outside, perplexed.

“Now what’s all this?” she asked. “You weren’t expecting visitors this morning, were you, Pappa?”

“I wasn’t,” Moominpappa admitted, getting up to retrieve his dropped pipe. “How strange. Has Hodgkins built something new?”

“Only one way to find out, I suppose,” Moominmamma said. “I’ll set a few more places at the table, just in case.”

Moominpappa squinted. HIs eyesight wasn’t what it used to be, but he could make out a number of figures standing on the deck. He counted five at first, but as he approached the silver ship and its spinning ring, he spotted two more.

“Hello!” he called up. “Hodgkins, I don’t suppose that’s you, is it?”

At first there was no answer, aside from the shimmery bubble flickering out. Moominpappa squinted. The ship’s crew appeared to be conferring with one another. After a moment, one of their number broke away from the rest. A small staircase lowered itself from the hull, and the individual descended the steps cautiously.

Moominpappa blinked, then tipped his head back a little. The person before him, who was quite tall and broad enough to resemble a bear, offered a friendly smile that was only slightly offset by his noticeable black eye. After a moment, he extended a thickly muscled arm for a handshake.

“Hail and well met!” the newcomer greeted.

---

As bizarre dimensions went, a world populated by talking white hippo creatures ranked pretty low compared to what they’d already seen. Still, there had been a terrifying moment in which Magnus wondered whether or not the creature he was greeting was even sentient.

But the moment passed, and the hippo(?) accepted his handshake with a cheerful, “Welcome to Moominvalley! That’s quite a ship you have there,” in a deep baritone voice that definitely sounded out of place coming from a vaguely marshmallow-shaped creature with a top hat and a pipe.

A response like that meant a lot of things. One, they were probably friendly. And two, a giant flying ship landing near their backyard apparently wasn’t that weird. It was good to set parameters like that. 

“Uh, thanks!” Turning, Magnus waved up to the others. “So anyway, we’re super sorry for landing right next to your house, if you want us to move we totally can, just give us a minute…” 

“You’re fine, as long as you don’t flatten the rosebushes by accident,” the creature chuckled, pausing to puff on his pipe. “If you’d like, you can tell us all about it over breakfast.”

“You know what, that sounds awesome,” Magnus said, sincerely. It was always nice to find a world that appreciated good old-fashioned Rustic Hospitality. “Quick question, though, just to get it out of the way… have you seen any bright lights, recently?”

“Bright lights…” The hippo’s round dark eyes squinted thoughtfully. “What sort of bright lights?”

“Oh, you couldn’t miss it,” Magnus replied. “White, sparkly, falling out of the sky, fills you with the overwhelming need to go out and get it… have you seen anything like that?”

“I’m afraid I haven’t,” the creature said, sounding genuinely regretful. 

It was Magnus’s turn to squint. In past worlds, the Light of Creation had been craveable enough for people to lie to keep them away from it, but after ninety-odd years Magnus was reasonably certain that he could tell one way or the other. Hippo Man seemed truthful. “Well, that’s all right. Thanks anyway.”

“I’ll be sure to keep an eye out, just in case,” the creature offered. “In any case, the offer of breakfast still stands. Feel free to invite your friends; we don’t mind guests around here.”

“Oh, sweet. Uh, there’s like seven of us, if that’s okay.”

“The more the merrier! I’ll go and let Moominmamma know. It’s a lovely morning; we might as well set up the breakfast table outside today.” With that, the hippo tipped his top hat to Magnus and turned to walk back to the tall house.

Magnus watched him go. “Huh.”

It had been less than a week since they first slipped into this dimension with the Hunger snapping at their heels, and they had spent most of that time orbiting the planet to take stock of it from afar. First contact with the locals was always a gamble, so a friendly first impression was always a good sign.

“Magnus?” Davenport called down. “How does it look down there? Was that creature friendly?”

“Yeah, I’ll say!” Magnus answered. “We’re invited to breakfast!”

Davenport opened his mouth to reply, only to be shoved unceremoniously out of the way as Taako bypassed the stairs and vaulted over the railing. “Hell yeah, I’m starving!” Lup was close behind, taking the steps three at a time.

“Hey, wait a minute, we don’t know if what they’re serving is even safe!” Davenport shouted after them.

“We have spells for that, dingus!” Lup yelled back without looking over her shoulder.

Davenport sighed and let them go before turning to Magnus. “Any sign of the Light of Creation?”

“He said he hasn’t seen it,” Magnus answered. “I don’t think he was lying, but…”

Merle’s head poked over the railing. “Ooh, that’s my time to shine! Be right down!” 

Davenport sighed in resignation, threw his hands upward, and followed. From what Magnus could tell, Lucretia and Barry were close behind him.

By the time everyone had disembarked, and Magnus had gone up to the ship to check on Fisher, breakfast was just about ready. There was a long table set up out on the grass, covered in a clean white tablecloth and set with eleven places and plates piled high with pancakes and fresh fruit. There were three hippo-creatures now; aside from the original in the top hat, there was one in an apron and a smaller one with no adornments at all. Two parents and a kid, maybe? On the table--literally on the table--was a little girl nimbly dodging the dishes to put down silverware. She was tiny: small enough to fit in the palm of Magnus’s hand. Even the smallest gnomes and halflings would tower over her; Davenport certainly did.

As Magnus watched, fascinated by the idyllic little scene, the smallest hippo began laying out a twelfth place setting. The tiny girl rounded on him, hands on her hips.

“What are you doing, Moomintroll?” she demanded. “There are four of us and seven of them, we don’t need any more plates.”

“It’s just in case!” the hippo creature answered, a little defensively. 

The girl rolled her eyes. “I don’t know why I’m bothering asking,” she said. “It’s not even a week into spring, you know.”

“Now, Little My,” the apron-wearer chided her gently. “It never hurts to be prepared, no matter who happens to show up.” She turned to the crew of the Starblaster with a warm smile. “Of course, you’re all very welcome. You look as if you’ve had a long journey.”

“You have nooo idea,” Lup muttered.

“I believe introductions are in order,” Top Hat said, clapping his hands together. “You may call me Moominpappa.”

“I am Moominmamma,” the apron-wearer said. “But please, feel free to call me Mamma if you like.”

“I’m Moomintroll,” the third creature piped up. “This is our friend LIttle My.”

“I can speak for myself,” Little My said pointedly.

“One of these things is not like the other,” Taako singsonged under his breath. Magnus dug his elbow into the elf’s ribs.

“It’s a pleasure to meet all of you,” Davenport said, puffing his chest out as he stepped up as the leader. “I am Captain Davenport of the Starblaster, and these are my crewmates and friends. Thank you very much for your hospitality.”

“Well, then, why don’t we all eat?” Moominmamma suggested, pressing her hands together. “We can all get to know each other over a good meal.”

---

Such interesting strangers, Moomintroll thought. They all wore such pretty red coats and came in all sizes, from Captain Davenport whose head barely reached the top of Moomintroll’s snout, to Mr. Magnus Burnsides who towered over everyone. Some of them were beautiful, like quiet Lucretia with her white hair, and Lup and Taako with their long pointed ears and matching faces. Others were more plain but still friendly-looking, like bespectacled Barry and stout Merle.

And the ship. Was this what the Oshun Oxtra of Pappa’s stories had looked like, after Hodgkins taught it to fly? Pappa never said anything about a spinning white ring.

In any case, there were a lot of names to learn, and Moomintroll did his best, though he wasn’t quite sure which one was Lup and which was Taako. At the moment one of them was chatting with Mamma, asking about her pancake recipe.

Somehow, Little My had ended up sitting right next to Magnus, whose name Moomintroll couldn’t possibly forget because of how incredibly big he was. He couldn’t help but think that if Little My were to fall from a great height and land on Magnus’s head, Magnus would hardly notice.

“So what sort of creature are you, to get so big?” Little My asked boldly.

“Oh, I’m just a human,” Magnus answered. “Er… do you guys have humans around here?”

“None in Moominvalley, that’s for sure,” Moomintroll answered.

“I’ve never heard of a human before,” Little My said.

“Yeah, that’s fine, wouldn’t be the first time,” Magnus said. 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Little My asked suspiciously.

“It means we’re not from around here, darling,” the woman who was either Lup or Taako replied. Even their voices were similar, almost musical in the way they traveled through the octaves.

“I was wondering about that,” Mamma said. “If you don’t mind me asking, where are you from?”

“Yes, and what brings you here?” Pappa added eagerly. “I’m always eager to hear news from travelers.”

Their breakfast guests exchanged glances. They didn’t look suspicious about it; they looked to Moomintroll as if they simply didn’t know how to answer.

“How far did you travel to get here?” he tried. “It must have been far, if you have a ship that flies. Did you come from over the ocean?”

“We came from beyond the stars,” one of them, whose name Moomintroll had regrettably forgotten, said at last.

“Barold,” one of the twins warned.

“What?” Barold shrugged. “At this point, what do we really have to lose by telling the truth?”

“Yeah that’s a good idea, telling the truth,” Merle said with a grin.

“No, wait--!” Davenport protested. 

For a moment, Moomintroll felt lightheaded. Before he even had time to worry about it, the strange dizzy spell had already passed, leaving him none the worse for wear. He shook his head in confusion.

“So, any of you guys seen the Light of Creation in the past couple of weeks?” Merle asked.

“The Light of Creation?” Mamma echoed. “That sounds lovely. I haven’t the faintest idea what it is, I’m afraid.”

“It’s hard to explain exactly what it is or what it’s made of, in literal and scientific terms,” Barold replied. “Mostly because we still aren’t sure ourselves. But in appearance it manifests as a bright light, about so big.” He held his hands apart. “You would know it if you saw it. It would have been seen falling from the sky.”

Little My raised her hand in triumph. “I haven’t seen anything,” she said loftily. A look of confusion crossed her face. “I mean, I haven’t seen the light you’re talking about.” Her confusion turned to a frown, and then a scowl. “I haven’t seen it. I haven’t seen it.”

“What’s the matter?” Mamma asked. “It’s alright if you haven’t seen it. I don’t think any of us have.”

“I was trying to say I had so that I could play a trick on them!” Little My blurted out, then clapped her paws over her mouth. 

“Are you feeling alright, Little My?” Moomintroll asked.

“I keep saying things I don’t mean to—!” Little My stopped talking for a moment, still pressing her paws to her mouth. Her scowl deepened, more thoughtful than angry, before she finally lowered her paws and leveled a smirk at him. “Hey Moomintroll, who did you set the extra place at the table for?”

Moomintroll opened his mouth to say Sniff, or Too-Ticky, or Snorkmaiden, or even the Hemulen. What came out instead was, “It’s for Snufkin, if he comes back today.” He froze, wide-eyed, one paw flying to his mouth.

“Moominpappa, tell a lie!” Little My said.

Pappa looked confused for a moment before replying, “You’re behaving very oddly at the moment.” He blinked. “Oh, my. That’s not what I meant to say at all.”

Little My leapt up onto the table, sending Magnus’s glass of raspberry juice flying. “You!” she shouted, pointing across the table to Merle. “You said something about telling the truth, and now none of us can tell a lie!”

“Let me see,” Mamma said. “I find Ms. Fillyjonk to be excellent company. Sniff is fearless and selfless and a very good cook. It is currently raining. …No, I can still tell lies.”

Moomintroll looked to Merle, who had stuffed half a pancake into his mouth to keep from having to reply. Davenport and Lucretia had their heads in their paws.

One of the twins barely looked up from his food as he replied, “Merle cast a spell that makes you tell the truth.”

Merle almost choked on his mouthful. “Well don’t talk if you got caught up in it too!” 

“I didn’t. You’re just being an idiot.”

“Incredible,” Pappa murmured.

“Not really,” the other twin said, lazily lifting her paw. Before the eyes of everyone at the table, her slender paw burst into flame. Before Moomintroll could think of grabbing the juice pitcher, the fire went out without leaving a single scorch mark behind. “Most of us can do stuff like that. It’s whatever.”

Little My almost dove over the table. “Can you teach me to do that?”

“Maybe some other time, punkin.”

Barold cleared his throat. “Anyway,” he said, “Sorry about Merle, that’s the only spell he knows.”

“Is not! Who healed your ass five times in the last cycle?”

“As I was saying,” Barold went on. “You were asking us where we came from?”

“Yes, you mentioned stars,” Mamma replied.

Moomintroll sat up straighter. Stars were always worth discussing. “You said beyond the stars,” he added.

“Yes,” Davenport said reluctantly. “I don’t suppose you know about other worlds, do you?”

“Other planets, maybe,” Moomintroll said. “And the Hobgoblin was up on the moon for a while, but he doesn’t really live there.”

[regnumveritatis]

(Trigger warning for discussion of child murder and ableism)

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Hey guys. I went down the rabbit hole of ancient roman history in my quest to create the historical equivalent of Nerio Fides for Arsinoe in Roman times whilst still trying to spread real facts when I'm writing. Some of her assigned roles like protection of towns went to Hercules and they had Aediculus – The Roman god of architecture who presided over the construction and preservation of buildings. In Roman mythology, there isn't a single, dedicated god of nets. The closest equivalent is associated with the Greek goddess Britomartis, also known as Dictynna, who was a Cretan goddess of hunting and fishing nets. (I'm thinking of having her be adopted by Annabeth since the Minoics paint her as a child). In Roman mythology, she is sometimes associated with Artemis (Diana) and is known as Dictynna. I did make one of Arsinoe's sacred plants nettles for its textile use and the fact it had no deity tied to it, which means the Romans usurped it since they consecrated the plant to Mars (agriculture itself was split between Mars, Ceres and Jupiter). And when my search went into town laws I found something that would realllllly piss Annabeth off in terms of her personal beliefs that's not explicitly town related: the Twelve Tablets of Rome saying disabled children should be put to death, usually by stoning. This parted from the belief anyone with a ‘visible deformity’ was better off stoned to death before their life impacted the livelihood of other citizens. 

Some disabled children were publicly persecuted, while others were reportedly thrown in the Tiber river which I think would be extra painful for those who remembered Arsinoe as I've been writing the riverbed as the central building point for most of her temples per the focal point of civilizations being founded near the river. (Also basing this off the idea of temples in ancient greece tried to be near the gods/goddess's domain as seen with how the temples of Artemis were situated as near to the wild as possible and Demeter's were near the crops).

Those with visible disabilities that were allowed to live were mutilated to increase their value as beggars. (Which actually adds a lot of weight to Hermes taking in *everyone* in his cabin since he'd also be hosting all these people butchered by the state, even without this lore his crashout is a lot more valid than assumed). Whilst the practice was similar to the custom of leaving children born unsuitable to combat to die in Sparta and thus easily accepted, it caused a fury in Delphi as the blind population was sacred to Apollo believing that they were better suited for clairvoyance. Athens and Lemnos also disputed the rule since children with difficulties walking were usually used as blacksmiths being similar to the god Hephaestus thus losing them a valuable workforce (not very ethical from a modern standpoint as most of the people discussed were slaves but better than outright killing people).

The eugenics policy of ancient Rome was further empathized in the reign of Commodus who organized the 'crippled' and put them all in fights to the deaf in the Coliseum. These were actually seen as the least controversial of his gladiator fights, the citizens being more outraged at the Emperor fighting than his massacre of the 'dead weight' of the population.

So with this I suggest for the defilement of Arsinoe that those mutilated be branded with her roman mark since her new iteration is cold hearted and sees them as enemies of the state. Athena and Hephaestus and Hermes and Apollo would still have ptsd flashbacks if they see anything resembling that mark. And/or dressed as her greek devotees before being led to their deaths in the arena in a mockery of her suppresed cult. It's still a way to kill people in Camp Jupiter albeit with traitors who get called 'cripples' because of their uselessness because no one with any sort of physical impediment wants to be around them. Any suggestions for her Roman name and how the Roman camp would 'honor' her? Or is there already one and I'm just unaware?

[missconchshell]

I just watched episode 4 of To Be Hero X, and I'm not quite sure how to feel. The animation was amazing as always, and I loved seeing the animation changes, they're stunning everytime. The boxing hero was also neat; it would have been cool to see more of his personality since we glimpsed his backstory, but I guess it gives fans room to speculate.

The fight was really well-choreographed, and the idea of Lin Ling being a normal human being who becomes a hero for the sake of someone he loves fits perfectly with the themes of this show and its messaging. My issue is just that his relationship with Moon always felt kinda hollow to me. I know that episode two tried really hard to establish an actual bond between the two, and there were plenty of moments between them that we as an audience never got to see, but unfortunately Moon has just felt like an actual character to me.

There are so many elements to her story and personality that I love. The concept of her being so tied to Nice in the public's perception that she can't physically leave him is absolutely fascinating. I love that she is more brash and blunt than her public persona, and that we got a quiet moment of her sharing her feelings. Plus, her desperately hoping to die in that fight was adorable. Still, her character just never clicked for me. Something about the writing and the way our time spent with her was all from Nice's perspective never allowed me to fully immerse myself in her character. She always felt more like a prop and source of motivation for Lin Ling, rather than an actual human being with complex thoughts and feelings.

I do love this show and I desperately want it to scratch that itch for me and become a new obsession, but if the characters don't feel real, it just won't happen. So when Lin Ling proclaimed that he wanted to be a hero for the girl he loved, I just couldn't get behind it. It felt wrong and forced. And I like Lin Ling, I want him to be happy and to follow his dream and be a true hero, but Moon being his motivation just feels like yet another superhero driven by his love of a woman who isn't her own person. It prevented me from truly feeling that inspiration and passion the show wanted me to experience in that scene, which was sad.

And then there's the end of the episode. While I would have been fine if they'd left Moon's whereabouts a mystery, I would have been happy to see her enjoying her freedom, maybe even missing Lin Ling, but content with the choice that she had made for herself. It would have reaffirmed her status as an individual, plus it would be nice to end Lin Ling's 4 episode arc by showing that his selfless choice to free Moon from the public eye was worth it, because the person he loved ended up happy, even if it was without him. Instead, what we got was her regretting her decision to leave and desperately in need of help to escape from a lonely existence on a deserted island. Yet again, she was just someone for Lin Ling to save. It was disappointing.

And to finish this scene off by using her death for shock value yet again really rubbed me the wrong way. Now, she feels like another fridged woman, only serving as motivation for the hero to seek out revenge, further cheapening her character. This poor girl never got to be free and happy, and now she never will.

I just feel really disappointed by her overall character arc, and really wish I didn't. This show has the ability to tell great stories, but, at least for me, Moon's wasn't one of them.

[haropro-confessions]

I really hate the idea that Morning Musume wota have been lolis because historically, it's not true. In fact, for most auditions, they initially lash out against very young and childish looking finalists. There's 2ch logs that exist from every audition and if you follow along with them you realize that wota didn't like very young members. When the 4th gen audition was airing, Tsuji and Kago being in the audition was called a joke by 2ch. A lot said they were disgusted and didn't want to see elementary school students singing songs like DHOM and saying the "nice body body" lyric in Love Machine. The fan favorites for that audition were Yossy and Fujimoto and they actually had a meltdown when Fujimoto was dropped early on.

When TsujiKago passed, 2ch blew up. A lot said they would stop supporting the group because of Tsuji and Kago. Happy Summer Wedding's sales sold 200,000 less copies than KoiDan in its first week and didn't reach a million copies. I WISH had backlash because people were uncomfortable with Kago being the second lead and uncomfortable with a childish song and its overall sales were half of KoiDan. People just couldn't accept TsujiKago, though they brought in a legion of lolicon fans and very young fans. The Morning Musume 5ch board famously called TsujiKago fans derogatory names during 2000-2001 and accused them of being lolicons.

For the 5th gen audition, they were outraged that more 12-13 year olds were joining. A lot even said they would stop being fans. A month after 5th gen joined, a popular comedy skit show called Cocorico Miracle Type depicted Morning Musume fans as old men who were creepy lolicons even though the average Morning Musume fan at the time was college aged and Nacchi and Gomaki were the most popular members. It destroyed the reputation of Morning Musume wota with the general public and alienated casual fans from supporting the group which is why sales started to decline further. 2ch was understandably upset, but unfortunately lashed out against 5th gen instead of UFA.

For the 6th gen audition, TV Tokyo put up a website that individually posted screenshots from the audition videos of all the girls that made it to the second round and allowed fans to vote. The top four girls were all 15-17 years old once their identities were found out. The #4 girl was a gyaru with dyed hair and jewelery. The #1 girl with 20,000+ votes was actually older than Gomaki with piercings and dyed hair and 2ch became so obsessed with that one screenshot of her, the girl had her own thread on 5ch that had 20 continuations (so 20,000 support comments!) just off of a single screenshot. When Kamei, Michishige and Tanaka were revealed as finalists, 2ch had a meltdown and said they were disgusted that three "lolis" were chosen and wrote hate mail to TV Tokyo for "tricking the fans" and ignoring the results of the fan ranking. They also made death threats and doxxed the staff working on the audition show. Months later they expressed disgust on 5ch with the way UFA marketed 6th gen before their on-stage debut with them having to practice in gym bloomers and called out the company for trying to attract more lolicon fans instead of the general public.

For the first 7th gen audition, an 18 year old girl named Muraoka Eri became the fan favorite very early into the audition because people thought she looked like Ishihara Satomi and could attract casual fans. She was dropped after the second round despite Tsunku saying she had a nice voice and that he wanted to debut her right away. 2ch lost all interest in the audition after that and expressed extreme hatred for the finalists in all the audition threads and had "festival" threads when no winners were announced.

For the second 7th gen audition, 2ch was upset that Koharu was chosen. A lot of comments said that a 12 year old country bumpkin was the type of girl old men would like, not what would attract new fans to a declining Musume. Online news articles quoted Tsunku as saying Koharu was the next Goto Maki and wota were upset, saying they thought if Tsunku was looking for an ace they expected a "cool" girl who had a bit of a yanki or gyaru flair or like a model, not a child. A lot of wota were hoping for a girl who had charisma like Seventeen models Suzuki Emi and Eikura Nana who were gaining mainstream success at the time of the audition for having crossover appeal. So Koharu was initially a disappointment and received a lot of flak upon joining but she did bring in new fans that liked her look.

For the 8th gen audition, Masuda was the overwhelming favorite on 2ch because of her talent but a lot were worried that if she passed she wouldn't be accepted by the mainstream because she looked childish and was very tiny. Her antis called her fans lolicons and said she would bolster the stigma that the group's wota are lolicons. Kikkawa also had a lot of fans who thought her mature look matched what the general public liked because actresses like Aragaki Yui, Ayase Haruka and Nagasawa Masami who had 'soft, calming' looks were becoming famous at the time and popular with both men and women.

By the 9th gen audition, Riho was popular with fans who wanted to see real talent join but she and the rest of 9th gen unfortunately brought back all the lolicon fans that had abandoned the group during the Platinum Era. A lot of the lolicon humor that existed on 2ch when Tsuji and Kago were active in the group returned onto 2ch. UFA completely catered to that demographic by giving 12 year old Riho a photobook that is now considered by wota to be child exploitation.

So loooong story short, historically, Morning Musume aren't generally lolicons and actually do not prefer young members. It's an old and tired stigma. They usually prefer girls that they think the general public would like or at least attract more female fans so audition pools can be bigger, considering Gomaki uniting the group had a bigger and diverse pool of girls applying and all saying they wanted to be like her.

[reidhalstead]

Whilst his memory is a brutalised and battered thing, he does remember where he came from and what he'd been before. Once upon a time, he'd known Belle so well that they could have read each other's thoughts from across a room. She'd come to him when she'd had a hard day — when a parent pushed, and he'd tell her to keep her chin up and take a breather; it's a new day tomorrow; the sun always rises.

He's tilting her chin up still, now. Issuing those same words of comfort, but they're without their emotional attachments. It doesn't cause too much turmoil inside of him when he watches her shoulders relax, and he can see the want in her face; she wants to say something, convince him of something he's not there to hear. But Reid's hesitation doesn't linger, and he's watching his words sink in, metamorphosing her actions into something of his command.

A part of him wants to think she's being smart about it. Pretending to comply, but there's no trickery in the way she eases into the lull. Rose isn't good enough to fake this, even if she were still at her hunter prime.

His gaze lingers on the streaks marring her face where his sister's tears have left stains down her cheeks. Swallowing down the sudden rush that threatens to come clawing up his throat, and have him saying something else, he shakes it off.

"Sunshine, this isn't good for you, is it?" Her easy compliance; no fight, no drive. Nothing. A war-torn hospital escapee who's in over her head. She's fighting herself when she should be focusing on the monsters who'd use this weakness, for their own self-indulgence. He pins her eyes again, staring back at him like she doesn't recognise him. "You're going to start fighting, Belle. Train. Be fucking better. And then when you see a bloodsucker, or a wolf and it's got you in its sights. You're going to fight til its dead and gone. You're not going to die." No running. A threat is a threat and she doesn't get to offer her blood to whatever kindness she might think she has.

Is it a kindness or a cruelty? Because he leaves her a promise in amongst the compulsion: "And then, the next time you see me, sister, you're going to show me how far you've come."

He releases her gaze and lets the words settle in. Waiting. Allowing her to blink, so that when she might open her eyes again.

He is gone.

Rose fully expected him to take the offering. To grab her hand, or wrist, and to press his fangs against her skin in order to take some of her blood. But instead, he's laughing and it doesn't sound like actual laughter. It causes her to flinch again, her head tilting away from him as if it would lower the volume of his laugh.

Her stomach twisted as her brother's fingers found her chin, forcing her face upwards until their eyes met. Fresh tears bubbled in her eyes, beading down her cheeks as she stared up at him. This isn't Reid. Her throat swelled, threatening to close completely. His name was at the tip of her tongue but she didn't even have time to say it again before he was speaking.

She felt it. The way his voice wrapped around her body, her mind, and tugged her towards compliance. Rose knew what was happening and she'd like to say that she tried to fight it but she didn't. She was too tired and this was her brother. It was clear, as she sucked in several deep breaths, that she hadn't consumed enough verbena to resist a vampire's compulsion.

Her tears dried and she blinked, staring at him as he let go of her chin. Rose continued to take deep breaths, calming her heart rate and causing the adrenaline in her veins to subside some.

[fiyaerrigan]

came to the fandom for link/sidon/yona and stayed for sidon/link and yona/my life

[bacchuschucklefuck]

space sweepers but they're delivery people and are at no point on screen through the entire movie

[bronzieinthedas]

Thank you so much @seaglassmelody for the tag!

Ok soooo first of all hello everyone I am new to the DA:TV fandom (used to be on the Mass Effect side until a couple years ago), but thanks to Veilguard I am currently finding my creative writing spark again!

So... I haven't really found my place yet, but so far I am trying to ease back into it and stretch those not-so-supple-anymore writing muscles again (also damn writing long texts in English after a couple years is hard).

Currently working on a ficlet/vignette collection about the past of my Rook, Qatesh and her history as a Tevinter textile workshop slave.

I started posting them to AO3 last week:

All That Came Before

A swallow’s cry always sounded a bit melancholy to Qatesh, a haunted, long-drawn, almost forlorn sound that echoed her own confined world. How many times she wished she could spread wings out wide and soar on the breeze towards the ocean, and on to the homeland she had never visited? She’d been told of mages who could transform into birds, and ever since, she’d been unsure if she wanted to be a mage or not. On one hand, being a mage would have made it possible for her to escape Tevinter and go home, which sounded good. But on the other hand… Qunari hated mages, so she couldn’t do that. Was it any better to stay here? Probably not?

I am currently also working on three loosely connected oneshots with Qatesh and Taash that haven't been posted yet. They were supposed to be just short character studies but somehow turned out smutty so... *gestures vaguely* I'mma go with that. Just an excerpt from the beginning of the first, as to keep this minor-friendly:

Spinning, Qatesh mused, was similar to channeling magic. Only if body and mind aligned, if she got the correct tension on the bobbin, the right rhythm to her treadling, and the perfect amount of take-up, she was able to spin a fine, balanced, even thread worthy of being woven into fine cloth. And similarly, magic needed her to focus herself, open up inside, channel the power, and release just the right amount of focused energy for what she wanted to achieve.

Long time ago, when her magic manifested, all she’d been taught were the basics of healing, so she'd pose no danger to the workshop. She'd only ever been allowed to be useful. And useful, she had been. Most of her formative years had been spent learning how to spin. Sometimes for the Mistress’ family, but mostly to feed the world’s seemingly unending hunger for luxurious fabrics. Tevinter was renowned for its textile industry, exporting the plushest and softest woollen yarn and woven goods into other lands. It was an open secret that Tevinter’s reputation was built on the backs of generations of slaves.

I do spin wool as a hobby (yes I know, very niche, and I like giving my hobbies to my OCs). And I am thinking about doing a little carding series because I really really crave to see how the DA:TV companions could be interpreted as art batts/wool blends... could be an idea for the coming companion weeks..? Input always welcome :)

For Lace Harding Week I have planned to post a step-by-step recipe with pics for Älplermagronen (Swiss cheesy noodles with applesauce), because I'm sure she would love it!

Now, I don't know anyone in the fandom yet so I won't tag, but if anyone wants to join in, please feel free to do so :)

Shameless Self Promotion Saturday

Thank you for the tag @rookamell!! I'm so happy you posted your doodles again they are amazing and I love them so much

The idea: We make a post and show off, what cool stuff we created over the past week. Art, Screenshots, writing (anything from a questionnaire about your OC to the 100K epos...) anything we do is worth to be seen and to be promoted. And by tagging people, commenting, and reblogging, we share the love and boost ourselves, and other's confidence. No matter what form you choose, whether you reblog your initial post, or create a new one with teasers, you decide!

Got some stuff bubbling in the background right now, but I had a big week this week by posting my (finally finished) oneshot, A Pie for Lace Harding! Thank you to everyone who has read so far <3 And especially thank you for all the sweet comments you guys are amazing ;A;

(and if you're interested you could also check out my other fic, I'd Give Everything (And More), a oneshot focused on Neve and Rook's tough feelings on friendship!)

I also threw a couple little snippets into the mix with A Word With Friends (featuring love of my life Johanna Hezenkoss) and my last Bellara week post (which honestly I might slowly be converting to shipping Bellara and Davrin haha oops)

And finally! I posted this already but you will see it again! It's Sabi's moodboard (and a bonus Sabi from me experimenting with photo mode)!

Bellara Week was full of such great ideas and cool works! Can't wait for Davrin Week coming up soon :D

Tagging @thedissonantverses, @hedwigoprah, @lgvalenzuela, @davrinsleftpectoral, @antivan-sprig, @mythals-whore, @himluv, @woundedsoul12, aaand @bronzeagelove if you guys wanna share!! And anyone else who wants to, I want to see!!

[bunnyboy-juice]

OH MY GDD I FORGOT TO TELL YALL MY WIFE CAME HOME YESTERDAY AND JUST. WOOP. PICKED ME UP LIKE NOTHING. AND THEN DID IT AGAIN LIKE 20 MINUTES LATER AGAIN LIKE NOTHING.

[opens-up-4-nobody]

...

[dreampearls]

colleis personality functionally being left to the ether because her webtoon iteration is at such fundamental odds with her game iteration that any attempts to temper between the two just range so dramatically

[arolesbianism]

Working more on the local group of Synchronized Light and hoo boy. There's smth wrong with these guys.

[nexus-nebulae]

genuinely so surprised we actually were able to memorize our newer email password considering we made that email and password spontaneously during one of our most traumatic moments that was enough that we literally only remember making the email and thats it

[reasonsforhope]

"Claire Cao was only a senior in high school when she saw a vital need in her community — and filled it. 

In 2024, the teenager spent her time outside of school volunteering at Blanchet House, a Portland-based nonprofit that serves people experiencing homelessness through food donations, clothing drives, and mental health assistance programs. 

As she logged hours as a Blanchet House student ambassador, Cao soon realized how difficult it was for community members to keep track of shelter openings, rotating food service programs, and available mental health resources. 

“During one afternoon meal service, I met Dano, an unhoused man who shared his struggles with accessing basic services like food and shelter,” Cao said in a recent press release. 

“Left disconnected from essential services, Dano described his struggles of not knowing where to go or which shelters had available beds.”

Combining her love for technology, law, and public policy, Cao pulled available resources into a database and created the ShelterBridge app, which connects users to shelters and services in their area. 

“ShelterBridge wasn’t simply inspired by Dano — it was inspired by the realization that access to resources is a fundamental need that we, as a community, can do a better job of providing,” Cao emphasized. 

“I wanted to use my skills to build something that could bridge that gap, ensuring that no one falls through the cracks simply because they don’t know where to turn for help.”

In addition to linking users to services in their area, the app also has a rating system similar to Yelp. This system allows people to leave star ratings and reviews on shelters, food services, hotlines, and legal aid. 

The ratings not only help users differentiate between services in their area — but they also provide invaluable feedback to the nonprofits, organizations, and government programs that service them. 

“We've been asking for an app like this for a number of years now,” Scott Kerman, executive director of Blanchet House, told Portland news station KGW.

In mid-January, Cao won the 2024 Congressional App Challenge in Oregon’s First District for her work with ShelterBridge — outcompeting 12,682 student submissions. 

Since the app first launched, Cao and her growing ShelterBridge team — which includes enterprising high schoolers and college students from across the nation — have expanded services to California, Philadelphia, Seattle, Los Angeles, and North Carolina. 

“Claire and the team she’s working with deserve all the credit in the world because they're doing something that frankly nobody else has really stepped up to do,” Kerman said. 

“To have the kind of technology that we use every day with hotels and other kinds of reservations [to] help people get into safe, supportive and dignified shelter would be a game changer for our community.”

Although the app started as a class project, Cao said ShelterBridge’s success has far surpassed her expectations. 

“I do hope to keep it up,” she told Oregon outlet KOIN 6 News, as she looked ahead to college and beyond. “I’ve made a lot of efforts to expand it to other cities as well — and it’s something I can mostly do from a computer or my laptop at home.”

-via GoodGoodGood, March 21, 2025