#time period; modern

[wiedzmacienia]

@everythingheard (elijah)

malek and salvatore had left an hour or so before, followed soon after by yaling, a muffled sound emitting from katarzyna on the couch the only indication of a goodbye she'd offered. the mission they'd completed the night before had been rough. rougher than most and it had resulted in all unit culper returning to her loft to sleep it off even matt who she'd practically forced to take her bed considering he'd been the one hurt most of all having been bitten by the being they'd faced. he'd argued he could go to his own home since him and katarzyna lived in the same city and she'd argued (more like commanded) back that he wasn't going anywhere until he'd recovered more.

vampire or not...

they'd only had so many blood bags on ice at her loft for during mission planning and they didn't know the effects of the bite on his physiology or how quickly he'd heal nor did she feel like dealing with the clean up if he ended up in some feverish vampiric state on the way home and drained some unsuspecting stranger. of course, if she needed to she would but kasia hadn't been in the mood for such activities that night nor did she have the energy for how matthew would react to doing something like that. despite everything the world that threw at them and his own willingness to kill when the order ordered it, matt still managed to keep some semblance of the honor he wore all those years ago during the revolution and it was a wonder how. in any case, her logic had won out and resulted in him still being passed out upstairs.

she'd been right about the strange fever though it seemed to be breaking slightly when she'd checked on him a few hours before.

kasia's features scrunch up behind the blanket that cocoons her on her couch as she wakes up again, the smell of coffee and copper wafting through the air of the loft from the kitchen where malek and salvatore had been earlier. just because they could mix their blood bags with coffee didn't mean they should. she can hear the sound of taps on a keyboard somewhere near her, maybe on the chair or at the table and more distantly she can hear her dogs on the other side of the loft rolling around and grumbling as they played. yet that is not what garners her core attention. she can feel his eyes on her, or at least on the blob that was her and her voice emits as she shifts to sit up, letting the blanket fall down around her middle.

"if you keep staring at me like that i'm going to turn you into a toad." she yawns, squinting her eyes and blinking until the human comes into focus. she knows that look. lovely, it was going to be that kind of morning. "don't tell me, you found out pulas.ki gave me a horse. oh wait, that was last time you went digging into history for me." her tone is wry though not in annoyance or anger that it used to be when she'd first met elijah and he saw fit to do so. no, they'd come a long way since then and her irritation over him finding out things about her had morphed into a strange amused acceptance of his curiosity that she'd killed lesser people for. but he was.. well, she gave a damn about if he lived or died now and kasia supposed it'd become a kind of game of where's w.aldo through history but the version of it where she was waldo and the book was obscure references and accounts in history. "why the fuck are you up this early and researching me, elijah?"

what had he found in her loft that had inspired his quest this time?

she looks next to his computer then, at the mug he was drinking out of. "you know, i'm pretty sure salvatore used that mug earlier for his blood-coffee." and with that she smirks. serves him right for waking her up with his keyboard taps.

[wiedzmacienia]

@everythingheard (elijah)

Enzo & Caroline | 6.07

[worms-for-brains]

———————————————-ARBITER OF JUSTICE-————————————————

Soap was a legionnaire who fell by a trusted ally’s blade during battle, but under his death he became a divine hand for exacting justice against wrongdoers. Casting his final judgement and striking them down with godly might.

I’m really proud of how this piece came out (T o T)

[driedlillies]

The erasure of uchiha contribution to konoha’s founding makes me so sad because that village was as much madara’s dream as it was hashirama’s and his part in it deserves to be remembered. How does izuna get erased from everything when he was one of the strongest people of that time, an equal to Tobirama, and his death was the literal catalyst to the peace treaty and the village’s creation?

[aroaceleovaldez]

very specific opinion i have:

I don’t think the Lotus Hotel & Casino should automatically acclimate its inhabitants to the modern time period, because the entire point of the hotel is that it’s trying to keep people there and they will never leave, so the ideal scenario is to prevent them from experiencing the passage of time. The best way to do that would be to keep things changing as little as possible from the guests’ perspectives, and convince them they’ve spent less time there than they thought.

Even though the guests are canonically in a sort of daze, Percy specifically notes that time felt extremely distorted in the hotel, not just in the sense of “we were here for what felt like hours but outside the hotel it was a week,” but in more of a “It only feels like we’ve been here like half an hour, but i guess it might have actually been a couple hours or so- oh, a week has passed outside.”

I like to imagine the hotel is actually pretty labyrinthine when you start getting into it, and the deeper you go the older the sections of the hotel start becoming, so you get these really eerie effects when traveling through it. Especially since the hotel would theoretically shift with the other mythological locations, so if you go back far enough the hotel probably starts getting really weird, because also it’s just kind of infinite inside. People have definitely gotten lost in the depths of the hotel forever, outside of the whole never leaving the hotel thing. The di Angelo siblings might have been slightly extra resistant to the daze effect though and so were able to travel further outside their designated era wing than they normally would and start noticing that there was Something Really Weird Going On. But it still probably would have taken them awhile.

[nanowatzophina]

Some characters from @doriana-gray-games’s Sherlock IF

I’m still holdin’ out for Irene Adler for my main Sherlock, Amelia… but… that isn’t stopping me from making alternate Sherlock’s for all these fine options I’ve been given. Especially considering the different flavors of autism gremlins I can make to compliment each option so differently.

Hate to say I have a preference for Lestrade and H as guys but— I do. 😔 idk. Maybe it’s just the way my biromantic brain is wired. But both these gentlemen are SO FINE.

So I will probably only ever draw them as dudes…

Sadly the only reason I may not be able to actually romance Adler with my main is… I’m playing her as more of a persona and I am incredibly ace… but— like— Irene tho— idk. Things to consider.

[thegradus2]

Hes bored

[weaverofink]

A Clara portrait because I love her so so much :) dialogue from the last episode of season 3

image without dialogue below:

she :)

[hadesknockedupintheunderworld]

The world if people stopped applying their understanding of "conservatism" and "religion/christianity" through a very modern, deeply American view onto Death Note (a manga from the Early-mid 2000s which is very much set in the cultural and societal context of early-mid 2000s Japan and all that entails):

[wiedzmacienia]

Would you rather keep living forever, or switch places with someone else and succumb at a normal life span?

so while i think this wasn't geared toward modern katarzyna, modern katarzyna is who you shall get for reasons. | would you rather meme responses

katarzyna isn't at headquarters often these days for her team largely operates on missions outside of the normal routines of the knights-- no they were called agents now-- which division held within it's ranks. she distances herself usually, so many more human faces in the modern age. it was the embodiment of what she'd fought so hard for lifetimes ago, cooperation. protection of her people, humans and supernaturals working together. supporting each other. she should engulf herself into it yet she can't. the witch is far from the person she had once been, too jaded, too hurt, and lost to the darkness that creeped into her bones. sometimes it was a wonder she hadn't given herself completely over to it, let herself fall into dark magic if it meant more power to defeat her foes. perhaps it's the only thing still left of the girl she'd been once before. a girl capable of loving, of gentleness, of caring instead of the hollowness that she felt inside the moment she'd woken up in her brothers arms with a brand burned into her back and poison in her veins.

katarzyna and the agents aside from her team did not mix well.

her indifference toward those labeled as colleterial damage (in most cases) made them uncomfortable. not that they too wouldn't have to make some of the same decisions (though they did operate under less extreme operations than her team did) but katarzyna no longer looked for work arounds on missions, no longer worried about those who might be innocent if they'd seen things they could not be allowed to go into the world with the knowledge of as long as the mission was done and the larger threat defeated. sometimes, when she tackles the drive to connecticut she lets her mind drift back to the past and imagines blue hues of disappointment looking upon her. (@honorhearted) but that was a face she would never see again. a touch she would never know again. and it's the wake of it's loss and the loss of the hope that person had inspired in her that had allowed her to dare to trust another that all traces of it had been overridden by the pain that had been unleashed upon her and seared into her skin. she couldn't recall that gentleness anymore, couldn't bare to think on it too long either. she was the product of what the world had made of her. so no, she was not one for missions with green agents often.

would you rather keep living forever, or switch places with someone else and succumb at a normal life span?

yet here she was, sitting across from one who was too curious for his own good. who was too bright and too awed for the world that was going to be thrust onto the human. acceptance of the supernatural was fine, even seemed more potent of a concept these days but the world they operated in was not for dreamers. they did the things others could not, so that they never would have to. this mission was going to either see the man sink or swim and if the former it sure as hell better not hinder the mission's goal.

the blonde witch is tempted to get up and relocate, leave the agent hanging on their question and review mission details. god, if she was going to be stuck with a human on a mission with so many variables in play she'd much rather it be elijah (@everythingheard). she knew he was capable even if he wasn't often in the field and he'd actually earned her trust in a way that few often were able to in the last century. hell, she'd even be willing to team up with constantine, at least he didn't hold the same qualms she could see springing up with this green agent. she doesn't leave though, her greenish-blue hues moving up to meet the agent's gaze and her allowing the briefest flash of memories... a smile, children laughing, two humans and a witch squeezing into a bed, an argument, a kiss... to play upon her mind. just for a moment, a moment that ceases her breath until she finally releases a shaky sigh.

"it is not that simple. i can't just trade places and if you're going to be in this line of work you need to understand that rarely is anything simple. but-- there was a time long ago when i would have given anything for that." when she would have given anything to be able to grow old along with the person she loved, to have been able to die with them, to have been able to give them more than twins.. but dreams didn't have a place in this world. not for people like her. "but i grew up and saw the world we live in. would i give up my immorality and trade places with someone else now? no. what good would that do if not to take out an experienced warrior for division's goals?" maybe in another life, she would have. a life she had something to give it up for. a life filled with love in the wake of war. a life that had finally given her peace for a while. but that wasn't her reality anymore and it never would be again. and it wasn't a life that the woman she had become deserved anyway.

"enough of such talk. tell me, how many ways do you know how to vanquish a wrath? your life may depend on it."

[kaiserin-erzsebet]

Since my last history related poll was fun, and the perception of time periods is fascinating....

(if you reblog and add tags, I'd also like to know where you usually study or read about)

Edit: for those who wanted more specific divisions of earlier periods: I wanted to add more but there are only so many slots allowed on a Tumblr poll.

[xxlady-lunaxx]

Okay, request again.

Sanegiyuu, with ftm Sanemi modern au

Sanemi's period comes during the night and Giyuu, half asleep, is like crying quietly and asking Sanemi if he's dying. Sanemi's blank, sleepy look is just 'are you fucking kidding me?'

im in class how dare you make me start giggling like an idiot // i love you for this

Typically, Sanemi could track his period relatively well, and most of the times it could follow its calendar, beginning right around the time Sanemi had predicted. But it was a bit early this time and caught Sanemi off guard, and he wasn't prepared when it appeared out of nowhere.

Really, it was more of a surprise to Giyuu, whom was beside him when it decided to occur in its naturally bitch-ass way. So that when Giyuu awakes, shifting uncomfortably in the bed, the first thing he notices is a slowly growing stain of red on Sanemi's pants.

It takes him a moment to place it as blood, his sleepiness rendering his mind quite slow. But when he does, he jolts up in a panic, eyes wide. Blood?? What was happening??

He frantically waves his hands around, lifting Sanemi slightly, wondering what had happened. The blood seems to flow more consistently with the movement, and he struggles to understand. Somewhere in his half-asleep state, he wonders if Sanemi's dying. With that thought in his mind, his anxiety tumbles through him, allowing tears to prick his eyes. Sanemi can't die yet!! He doesn't even know what caused it.

Gently, he shakes Sanemi. He gets no response at first, so he paws urgently on Sanemi's arm, tugging him and trying to jostle him awake. Wearily, Sanemi gives in, blinking and squinting up at Giyuu.

"Nn?"

At least he doesn't seem in pain. Giyuu takes a moment to response, sniffing. "You're- Are you dying?" he manages, bringing a hand down to Sanemi's thigh but drawing it away when he feels the dampness of the clothing. The red on his fingertips makes him panic more. "You're bleeding, Sanemi—"

"Wuh?" Sanemi scrunches his nose, sitting up slowly. Giyuu pushes him back down, shaking his head and telling him not to move too much. "Idiot... I'm not dying," he groans, still unsure what was happening. "What do you mean blee—... oh."

Though he hasn't noticed the blood yet, understanding dawns on him. He bats Giyuu's attempts to keep him down, propping himself up on his elbow and sighing.

"I'm not dying," he repeats.

"But- blood!" Giyuu insists. "You're bleeding so... so much."

Running a tired hand over his face, Sanemi lets out an exasperated breath. "Giyuu. I'm on my period," he explains. "That's not it. This happens every month."

Not quite grasping the first part, Giyuu grows ever the more concerned. "Every month?"

Sanemi rolls his eyes. "You ignorant fuck. I'm on my period," he grumbles. He looks wearily down at himself. "I'll haft'a change the sheets, fuck..."

"Huh?" Giyuu blinks. Then the words register in his panicked-sleepy state, and his tension fades, leaving him sitting pathetically with tear-stained cheeks. "Oh. Oh."

"Mm. You're an idiot," Sanemi says affectionately, reaching up and patting Giyuu. "I'll go clean us up, 'kay? Put the blankets on the floor or something, gotta change the sheets before it gets on the mattress."

"O...okay." Giyuu nods obediently, leaving to wash his hands. He's glad Sanemi isn't dying, at least.

[praise-the-lord-im-dead]

Really weirded out when people insist a setting is medieval because it's fantasy and there are swords

[dallasgallant]

Time period post : Buses and public transport

This one extends a bit off of my post on car culture, as I’ll cover motorlodges but also public transportation! As usual this is sort of an introduction or crash course to the topic, I do encourage you to go looking if you want to learn more!

Public transport-

In the 60’s flying was still fairly expensive and formal, it was a really nice trip or more for business men or other upper middle or outright rich people. There was a matter of price but popularity and access also played a part, most people would likely prefer to drive or take a bus or maybe even a train!

Trains were still a huge part of transportation up until following WW2, after all there were huge efforts like the transcontinental railway in the 1860s to connect the country. They were still fairly popular long form travel up through the 40s and 50s (old movies can be evidenced to that) but as car culture began to rise and interstate highway were built - people shifted their focus to individual passenger vehicles and the freedom of control. The rail system was much more in tact than the remains today but was on the decline.

Busses on the other hand? Huge, especially in small towns (some may even still have trolly systems!) they’d be kept neat and relatively on time — it was also a way to travel! Some who either couldn’t afford or didn’t want to drive a long distance themselves could take a longer bus ride/charter busses and travel the country! Greyhound absolutely ruled the roost in this regard and is still sort of synonymous!

Similar to trains there were bus terminals alongside regular street side stops, it’d be returned to on its regular run or a place to hop onto the next one going a city or so over. Some big and nice stations had little tv chairs that I am obsessed with:

Ash trays and shoe shine stands, news stands and vending machines (hot drinks, candy, cigarettes.) and brochure stands are some other notable features. Yes people used to actually man shoe shine stations… I feel in modern day they’re the stand equivalent to a mall that’s somehow still standing.

Most buses you’d pay a few cents or dollars (depending, likely cents) wherever you’re picked up. But if you’re going a considerable distance. Like Tulsa to Detroit you’d buy a ticket and then show that, you wouldn’t just hop on.

This isn’t to say there aren’t still busses in America, but our towns are larger, cars are the main focus and busses have become a bit dirty and less reliable. Isn’t to say they aren’t still a thing, similar to trains.

“Milk run” - this is an interesting bit of slang I’ve heard from my grandmother to refer to a bus going on its complete route stopping at every small town along the way.

She took a bus by herself from one town to another that were a few hours apart from eachother… about 15 in the 60s and got stranded at a bus station. (Needless her dad chewed out the attendant.)

That story highlights the detail of kids traveling on their own! It was safe* enough if they were aware and knew things well, this would be more contained to a town. Not small children either more 8+ and teens.

Motor lodges-

For a good portion of their existence, Hotels were dedicated to long term stays and located in cities, usually bachelors or businessmen etc. or sometimes renting a room at an older woman’s home.

Motor lodges became the place for the average vacationer. “Motels.” It was more common to see independently owned ones but chains did arise, like Howard Johnsons. An absolute staple of the 60s and roadside Americana… it cannot be understated just how huge these places were- sometimes their restaurants would stand alone! They were nice, fun and amenity filled place, honestly almost a toned down resort of sorts.

Most motels you’ll see beds, shower, perhaps a tv etc. they’d be clean and comfortable.

A nicer motel you’d be set! A color tv, refrigerated air (ac), a heated pool , a cafe next door.

Motor lodges rose alongside automobiles, existing all the way back in the 30s in a slightly different form. They began to kick off in gimmick and style in the real height of the Route 66 tourism era.

The view of Flying and hotels also began to change by the end of the decade, flying became cheaper and incentivized. Hotels began to spring up and offer more amenities and push out some motels, these happening simultaneously.

[merakiui]

woaw

How long has your profile photo been the same? Two years? I never thought it would change one day. It looks like someone really stole your heart.

I like it

I think since March 2022?? It's been the same theme and pfp for so long omg,,, I do remember changing it briefly to Azul during his birthday, but other than that the Jade pfp is the blog staple. Or was until Skully waltzed his way into my heart. (ᵕ—ᴗ—) and he stole it just as gracefully.

[natjennie]

julian describing himself as a "former politician, brackets, disgraced" is maybe the funniest line of the show