#tumblr/Steel drum

[galleryyuhself]

Galleryyuhself - Beat Pan at home.

[sedailanderekaden]

Wouldn't mind to have the bells longer or something similar like this feature also during the year. Maybe Caribbean steel drums sound during the summer? 😉

🔔

On December 24, some bells appeared on your dashboards on web at Tumblr dot com. At first, you were confused. Then, you were delighted.

The bells stayed for ~3 days. In that time:

You jingled the bells 40 million times!

123,000 of you jingled the bells at least once. 

90,000 of you jingled the bells long enough to unlock a flurry of snow. 

Nearly 2,400 of you discovered a hidden feature that allowed you to play tunes via the search bar…and used that 14,000 times to play tunes.

Many of you created and shared “sheet music”—strings of numbers that other users could press or paste into the search bar to play. Cute! 

The elves were extremely pleased with themselves. We get the sense that more elfish mischief might be coming our way in the nearish future. Well done, Tumblr.

[thehangerson]

doctor who nuwho masterlist

ive been meaning to post this on tumblr for a while and keep forgetting but a few years ago i made a nuwho / whoniverse watchlist including the spinoff shows in release order and now seems like the time to share it! i know ive seen theres a lot of new fans watching from 2005 on (from what im seeing mostly gomens fans. hi gomens fans) and a lot of ppl coming back to the show or rewatching in lieu of the new eps with david and catherine! so heres the list!

the full list masterdoc typed out for your copy-pasting pleasure is below the text break, but heres some links for those of you who are spreadsheet/doc fans.

google sheet checklist version

(the spreadsheet includes some tws and cws, which i update as i rewatch some things. if you have any i'm missing that you think should be included, please send me an ask or leave a comment and i'll add it!)

masterlist:

blue- Doctor Who, red- Doctor Who specials, green- Torchwood, purple- Sarah Jane Adventures, orange- Class

2005

01x01- Rose (03/26/2005)

01x02- The End of the World (4/02)

01x03- The Unquiet Dead (04/09)

01x04- Aliens of London (04/16)

01x05- World War Three (04/23)

01x06- Dalek (04/30)

01x07- The Long Game (05/07)

01x08- Father’s Day (05/14)

01x09- The Empty Child (05/21)

01x10- The Doctor Dances (05/28)

01x11- Boom Town (06/04)

01x12- Bad Wolf (06/11)

01x13- The Parting of the Ways (06/18)

The Christmas Invasion (12/25)

2006

02x01- New Earth (04/15/2006)

02x02- Tooth and Claw (04/22)

02x03- School Reunion (04/29)

02x04- The Girl in the Fireplace (05/06)

02x05- Rise of the Cybermen (05/13)

02x06- Age of Steel (05/20)

02x07- The Idiot’s Lantern (05/27)

02x08- Impossible Planet (06/03)

02x09- Satan Pit (06/10)

02x10- Love & Monsters (06/17)

02x11- Fear Her (06/24)

02x12- Army of Ghosts (07/01)

02x13-Doomsday (07/08)

01x01- Everything Changes (10/22)

01x02- Day One (10/22)

01x03- Ghost Machine (10/29)

01x04- Cyberwoman (11/05)

01x05- Small Worlds (11/12)

01x06- Countrycide (11/19)

01x07- Greeks Bearing Gifts (11/26)

01x08-They Keep Killing Suzie (12/03)

01x09-Random Shoes (12/10)

01x10- Out of Time (12/17)

01x11- Combat (12/24)

The Runaway Bride (12/25)

2007

01x12- Captain Jack Harkness (01/01/2007)

01x13- End of Days (01/01)

01x01- Invasion of the Bane (01/01)

03x01-Smith and Jones (03/31)

03x02- The Shakespeare Code (04/07)

03x03- Gridlock (04/14)

03x04- Daleks in Manhattan (04/21)

03x05- Evolution of the Daleks (04/28)

03x06- The Lazarus Experiment (05/05) 

03x07- 42 (05/19)

03x08- Human Nature (05/26)

03x09- The Family of Blood (06/02)

03x10- Blink (06/09)

03x11- Utopia (06/16)

03x12- The Sound of Drums (06/23)

03x13- Last of the Time Lords (06/30)

01x02- Revenge of the Slitheen Part 1 (09/24)

01x03- Revenge of the Slitheen Part 2 (10/01)

01x04- Eye of the Gorgon Part 1 (10/08)

01x05- Eye of the Gorgon Part 2 (10/15)

01x06- Warriors of Kudlak Part 1 (10/22)

01x07- Warriors of Kudlak Part 2 (10/29)

01x08- Whatever Happened to Sarah Jane? Part 1 (11/05)

01x09- Whatever Happened to Sarah Jane? Part 2 (11/12)

01x10- The Lost Boy Part 1 (11/12)

01x11- The Lost Boy Part 2 (11/19)

Voyage of the Damned (12/25)

2008

02x01- Kiss Kiss, Bang Bang (01/16/2008)

02x02- Sleeper (01/23)

02x03- To the Last Man (01/30)

02x04- Meat (02/06)

02x05- Adam (02/13)

02x06- Reset (02/13)

02x07- Dead Man Walking (02/20)

02x08- A Day in the Death (02/27)

02x09- Something Borrowed (03/05)

02x10- From Out of the Rain (03/12)

02x11- Adrift (03/19)

02x12- Fragments (03/21)

02x13- Exit Wounds (04/04)

04x01- Partners in Crime (04/05)

04x02- The Fires of Pompeii (04/12)

04x03- Planet of the Ood (04/19)

04x04- The Sontaran Stratagem (04/26)

04x05- The Poison Sky (05/03)

04x06- The Doctor’s Daughter (05/10)

04x07- The Unicorn and the Wasp (05/17)

04x08- Silence in the Library (05/31)

04x09- Forest of the Dead (06/07)

04x10- Midnight (06/14)

04x11- Turn Left (06/21)

04x12- The Stolen Earth (06/28)

04x13- Journey’s End (07/05)

02x01- The Last Sontaran Part 1 (09/29)

02x02- The Last Sontaran Part 2 (09/29)

02x03- The Day of the Clown Part 1 (10/06)

02x04- The Day of the Clown Part 2 (10/13)

02x05- Secrets of the Stars Part 1 (10/20)

02x06- Secrets of the Stars Part 2 (10/27)

02x07- The Mark of the Berserker Part 1 (11/03)

02x08- The Mark of the Berserker Part 2 (11/10)

02x09- The Temptation of Sarah Jane Smith Part 1 (11/170

02x10- The Temptation of Sarah Jane Smith Part 2 (11/24)

02x11- Enemy of the Bane Part 1 (12/01)

02x12- Enemy of the Bane Part 2 (12/08)

The Next Doctor (12/25)

2009

Planet of the Dead (04/11/2009)

03x01- Day One (07/06)

03x02- Day Two (07/07)

03x03- Day Three (07/08)

03x04- Day Four (07/09)

03x05- Day Five (07/10)

03x01- Prisoner of the Judoon Part 1 (10/15)

03x02- Prisoner of the Judoon Part 2 (10/16)

03x03- The Mad Woman in the Attic Part 1 (10/22)

03x04- The Mad Woman in the Attic Part 2 (10/23)

03x05- The Wedding of Sarah Jane Smith Part 1 (10/29)

03x06-The Wedding of Sarah Jane Smith Part 2 (10/30)

03x07- The Eternity Trap Part 1 (11/05)

03x08- The Eternity Trap Part 2 (11/06)

03x09- Mona Lisa’s Revenge Part 1 (11/12)

03x10- Mona Lisa’s Revenge Part 2 (11/13)

04x16- The Waters of Mars (11/15)

03x11- The Gift Part 1 (11/19)

03x12- The Gift Part 2 (11/20)

The End of Time Part 1 (12/25)

2010

The End of Time Part 2 (01/01/2010)

05x01- The Eleventh Hour (04/03)

05x02- The Beast Below (04/10)

05x03- Victory of the Daleks (04/17)

05x04- The Time of Angels (04/24)

05x05- Flesh and Stone (05/01)

05x06- The Vampires of Venice (05/08)

05x07- Amy’s Choice (05/15)

05x08- The Hungry Earth (05/22)

05x09- Cold Blood (05/29)

05x10- Vincent and the Doctor (06/05)

05x11- The Lodger (06/12)

05x12- The Pandorica Opens (06/19)

05x13-The Big Bang (06/26)

04x01- The Nightmare Man Part 1 (10/11)

04x02- The Nightmare Man Part 2 (10/12)

04x03- The Vault of Secrets Part 1 (10/18)

04x04- The Vault of Secrets Part 2 (10/19)

04x05- Death of the Doctor Part 1 (10/25)

04x06- Death of the Doctor Part 2 (10/26)

04x07- The Empty Planet Part 1 (11/01)

04x08- The Empty Planet Part 2 (11/02)

04x09- Lost in Time Part 1 (11/08)

04x10- Lost in Time Part 2 (11/09)

04x11- Goodbye, Sarah Jane Smith Part 1 (11/15)

04x12- Goodbye, Sarah Jane Smith Part 2 (11/16)

A Christmas Carol (12/25)

2011

06x01- The Impossible Astronaut (04/23/2011)

06x02- Day of the Moon (04/30)

06x03- The Curse of the Black Spot (05/07)

06x04- The Doctor’s Wife (05/14)

06x05- The Rebel Flesh (05/21)

06x06- The Almost People (05/28)

06x07- A Good Man Goes to War (06/04)

04x01- The New World (07/08)

04x02- Rendition (07/15)

04x03- Dead of Night (07/22)

04x04- Escape to L.A. (07/29)

04x05- The Categories of Life (08/05)

04x06- The Middle Men (08/12)

04x07- Immortal Sins (08/19)

04x08- End of the Road (08/26)

06x08- Let’s Kill Hitler (08/27)

04x09- The Gathering (09/02)

06x09- Night Terrors (09/03)

04x10- The Blood Line (09/09)

06x10- The Girl Who Waited (09/10)

06x11- The God Complex (09/17)

06x12- Closing Time (09/24)

06x13- The Wedding of River Song (10/01)

05x01- Sky Part 1 (10/03)

05x02- Sky Part 2 (10/04)

05x03- The Curse of Clyde Langer Part 1 (10/10)

05x04- The Curse of Clyde Langer Part 2 (10/11)

05x05- The Man Who Never Was Part 1 (10/17)

05x06- The Man Who Never Was Part 2 (10/18)

The Doctor, the Widow and the Wardrobe (12/25)

2012

07x01- Asylum of the Daleks (09/01/2012)

07x02- Dinosaurs of a Spaceship (09/08)

07x03- A Town Called Mercy (09/15)

07x04- The Power of Three (09/22)

07x05- The Angels Take Manhattan (09/29)

The Snowmen (12/25)

2013

07x06- The Bells of Saint John (03/30/2013)

07x07- The Rings of Akhaten (04/06)

07x08- Cold War (04/13)

07x09- Hide (04/20)

07x10- Journey to the Center of the TARDIS (04/27)

07x11- The Crimson Horror (05/04)

07x12- Nightmare in Silver (05/11)

07x13- The Name of the Doctor (05/18)

The Day of the Doctor (11/23)

The Time of the Doctor (12/25)

2014

08x01- Deep Breath (08/23/2014)

08x02- Into the Dalek (08/30)

08x03- Robot of Sherwood (09/06)

08x04- Listen (09/13)

08x05- Time Heist (09/20)

08x06- The Caretaker (09/27)

08x07- Kill the Moon (10/04)

08x08- Mummy on the Orient Express (10/11)

08x09- Flatline (10/18)

08x10- In the Forest of the Night (10/25)

08x11- Dark Water (11/01)

08x12- Death in Heaven (11/08)

Last Christmas (12/25)

2015

09x01- The Magician’s Apprentice (09/19/2015)

09x02- The Witch’s Familiar (09/26)

09x03- Under the Lake (10/03)

09x04- Before the Flood (10/10)

09x05- The Girl Who Died (10/17)

09x06- The Woman Who Lived (10/24)

09x07- The Zygon Invasion (10/31)

09x08- The Zygon Inversion (11/07)

09x09- Sleep No More (11/14)

09x10- Face the Raven (11/21)

09x11- Heaven Sent (11/28)

09x12- Hell Bent (12/05)

The Husbands of River Song (12/25)

2016

01x01- For Tonight We Might Die (10/22/2016)

01x02- The Coach with the Dragon Tattoo (10/22)

01x03- Nightvisiting (10/29)

01x04- Co-Owner of a Lonely Heart (11/05)

01x05- Brave-ish Heart (11/12)

01x06- Detained (11/19)

01x07- The Metaphysical Engine, or What Quill Did (11/26)

01x08- The Lost (12/03)

The Return of Doctor Mysterio (12/25)

2017

10x01- The Pilot (04/15/2017)

10x02- Smile (04/22)

10x03- Thin Ice (04/29)

10x04- Knock Knock (05/06)

10x05- Oxygen (05/13)

10x06- Extremis (05/20)

10x07- The Pyramid at the End of the World (05/27)

10x08- The Lie of the Land (06/03)

10x09- Empress of Mars (06/10)

10x10- The Eaters of Light (06/17)

10x11- World Enough and Time (06/24)

10x12- The Doctor Falls (07/01)

Twice Upon a Time (12/25)

2018

11x01- The Woman Who Fell to Earth (10/07/2018)

11x02- The Ghost Monument (10/14)

11x03- Rosa (10/21)

11x04- Arachnids in the UK (10/28)

11x05- The Tsuranga Conundrum (11/04)

11x06- Demons of the Punjab (11/11)

11x07- Kerblam! (11/18)

11x08- The Witchfinders (11/25)

11x09- It Takes You Away (12/02)

11x10- The Battle of Ranskoor Av Kolos (12/09)

2019

Resolution (01/01/2019)

2020

12x01- Spyfall, Part 1 (01/01/2020)

12x02- Spyfall, Part 2 (01/05)

12x03- Orphan 55 (01/12)

12x04- Nikola Tesla’s Night of Terror (01/19)

12x05- Fugitive of the Judoon (01/26)

12x06- Praxeus (02/02)

12x07- Can You Hear Me? (02/09)

12x08- The Haunting of Villa Diodati (02/16)

12x09- Ascension of the Cybermen (02/23)

12x10- The Timeless Children (03/01)

2021

Revolution of the Daleks (01/01/2021)

13x01- The Halloween Apocalypse (10/31)

13x02- War of the Sontarans (11/7)

13x03- Once, Upon Time (11/14)

13x04- Village of the Angels (11/21)

13x05- Survivors of the Flux (11/28)

13x06- The Vanquishers (12/5)

2022

Eve of the Daleks(01/01/2022)

Legend of the Seal Devils(4/17)

The Power of the Doctor(10/23)

2023

The Star Beast(11/25/2023)

Wild Blue Yonder(12/2/2023)

The Giggle(12/9/2023)

The Church on Ruby Road(12/25/2023)

2024

TBA

[mirkwoodshewolf]

Family matters; Peter Quill x teen reader

*Author's note*

Well this request had been sitting in my inbox for awhile and I hope the anon who requested it is out there somewhere in the deep space of tumblr because I finally came around to writing it. It took some time due to life, work and moving houses during the holiday season but finally I was able to sit down and write this oneshot.

So as with any marvel oneshot there are some warnings of swearing, violence, and alluding to SA and r*pe but not on reader but a side character. So if the last warning triggers anyone just know it's not physically named but it is mentioned so I wont be butthurt of you wish to leave the story and not continue reading. Other than that I hope you all enjoy my darlings :)

Taglist:

@plethora-of-things

@waddles03

@psychosupernatural

@jd-johndeacon-or-jackdaniels

@queen-paladin

@gay-and-ready-to-cry

@queensdivas

@austynparksandpizza

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“How is it that everytime I come up with a plan we always get what we want? But whenever it’s you who comes up with the plan, we get captured?!” Rocket exclaimed as he dangled upside down along with Peter.

“I already told you it was a face off!” argued Peter.

“And we’ve told you that a face off is a trap if you’re facing off against a stronger opponent!” Nebula snarled.

“It was a pretty convincing plan at first but now I agree with Rocket and Nebula, Peter.” Mantis said.

“You are a dumbass, Quill.” Said Drax.

The Guardians of the Galaxy had decided to help aid Thor in the case of the slaughtering of Gods.  Shortly after they had parted, they came across the Aztec God temples but were soon ambushed by the Knights of Huitzilopochtli.  Thinking he could go against the Aztec God of War, Peter decided to meet with the God himself in what he liked to call a ‘face off’, however Huitzilopochtli had no interest in making any sort of bargain or peace treaty, instead he now had Rocket and Peter dangling over a lava pit while Nebula, Mantis and Drax were bound in chains by their wrists and ankles on top of stone tables.

He would first sacrifice Rocket and Peter to lava pit, but not before cutting out their hearts and feeding them to his prized jaguars.

“Quill, if we get out of this alive I swear I’ll rip your face off!” Rocket snapped as he wriggled in the chains.

“Yeah, yeah and even if we die you’ll still rip my face off. Just-just—let me think.” Huitzilopochtli’s servants soon brought up three large cages that each contained a jaguar pacing aggressively in their cages.  Hungry for blood.

“Let the ritual begin!” Huitzilopochtli proclaimed.  The drums began pounding as the chanters did their ritual chant.  Soon the Jaguar Knight came forward with a five inch steel dagger in his hands.  Suddenly a metal wire shot out and knocked the dagger out of the jaguar knight’s hands.  He let out a jaguar-like hiss as he looked up only to be kicked in the face by a young woman in pure black and grey metal suit that fit her like a glove.  A metal knife suddenly extended out from the wrist gauntlets and she cut both Rocket and Peter free from their chains.

“Come with me if you want to live.” The mechanical voice from her helmet said.  It was all a blur to the Guardians, the rescue happened to fast they hardly knew that they were escaping.  Metal and rock had flew across the air and soon the jaguars had been released and were attacking anyone close by, devouring their flesh and feasting on their hearts.

When the Guardians finally got back to their ship and took off Mantis turned to the young woman and thanked her.

“We are grateful for your help in rescuing us.” The young woman touched the side of her helmet and it let out a hiss as it unhooked itself from it’s hinges and she removed her helmet to reveal a young teenage girl with what appeared to be a cybernetic gears infused around her left eye and across her forehead (almost like a circlet).

“No problem. Although I didn’t expect to go saving the Guardians of the Galaxy.”

“Okay first question, how much for the cybernetic circlet on your head?” asked Rocket.

“Rocket!” Mantis and Peter exclaimed.

“What?!”

“Hate to tell you this Rocket but this high-grade of metal is infused to my body.” She told them.

“Never stopped me before.” Shrugged Rocket.

“I am Groot!” Groot snapped.

“I think the main question is how did you know we were down at that ritual chamber?” asked Nebula suspiciously.

“Like I said before I didn’t. I originally went to Huitzilopochtli for a faulty deal on some priceless metal my mom had struck a deal with him. My aunt was originally going to take the job but I offered to go in her place. After all, no one suspects a young girl to do any harm, right?”

“That’s the ploy I’ve done in the past.” Said Nebula.

“After securing the right metal and making the point to never cross Zaofu again, that’s when I heard the drums and I saw you guys about to become his prized jaguar’s next meal. Lucky for us, those beasts don’t have any real loyalty to him.”  

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, hold on just a second there kid. You said you came from Zaofu? As in the Zaofu?” asked Rocket in awe.

“The very same. Unless there’s another planet in the galaxy by that title.”

“What’s Zaofu?” asked Peter.

“Oh-ho! Next to Nidavellir, Zaofu is the second greatest planet to ever exist. It’s home to some of the strongest and rarest metal in the entire galaxy. I would very much like to go there.” Rocket boasted.

“He’s right.” Said Nebula.  “The metal from Zaofu is not only said to be the strongest but also the most durable. It’s where—Thanos gained some of my parts to make me better than Gamora.” She said looking down at her arm.

“I thought I had recognized that material. That’s our regenerative metal. Able to put itself back together no matter how extreme the damage. But we’ve only ever used that on people with birth defects or amputees. Had my mother known that it went to Thanos of all people, she’d never would’ve agreed. I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine. I’ve gotten used to it.” Nebula shrugged.

“I have to ask though, what is the Guardians of the Galaxy doing at the Temple of Huitzilopochtli? I mean I know you guys are willing to protect those throughout the galaxy but I didn’t think that included Gods of War.”

“It’s a long story.” Peter started off but Mantis said.

“We’re helping Thor with the God Killer.”

“Mantis!” hissed Nebula.

“What? She seems trustworthy.”

“God killer huh? That’s the first I’ve heard of it. I would’ve thought nothing could touch those deities.”

“So we thought too, but then we received a message from one of golden boy’s friends and apparently someone is literally slaughtering gods left and right. Already over 300 of them have been killed.” Explained Rocket.  The girl let out a low whistle and said.

“Hog-monkeys. Well if you’re going up against an opponent like that, you’re gonna need something a lot stronger to fight and protect yourselves with. Cause if you though old Huitzilopochtli was bad, you haven’t seen anything yet.”

“You saying you’re allowing us to come to Zaofu?” asked Rocket.

“If you’re still up for it.”

“Well let me ask the captain about that, oh yeah it’s me. Yes we’ll go!”

“Rocket how many times do I have to say it I’m the Captain.” Hissed Peter under his breath.

“You know you really shouldn’t talk that way about your Captain, Quill. By the way, you never told us your name girlie.”

“Oh right how silly of my. The name’s (Y/n) Beifong. Daughter of High Lady Suyin Beifong of Zaofu.” She introduced herself.

“Wait, Beifong? You mean the richest family in the galaxy Beifong?” asked Rocket.  “Say, do you think once we get you home and return the metal you’re people have been swindled out of, we could probably get a little reward for our part in the trade?” (Y/n) chuckled and said to him.

“Slow down there Captain, let’s just get back to Zaofu and talk to my mother about this. She’s the one in charge of the economy.” And with that the Guardians set course for the planet Zaofu.

It was a beautiful planet of green and earth all over the landscape.  Lakes and rivers so crystal clear, they reflected the very sky itself and it’s two suns gave plenty of light but no heat to the land.  As the Guardians soared over the land they soon came across an advanced city entirely made of metal.

“Agent to tower; this is Agent Beifong Badge #349876 requesting clearance to land. Tower guard this is Agent Beifong Badge #349876 requesting clearance to land.” (Y/n) said after punching in a few codes on the holographic pad in front of her.

‘Tower to Agent Beifong, your request is granted. Welcome home Princess.’ A male voice soon came up over the intercoms.

“Just take us West of the palace and land 50 degrees West heading 0-3-0.” She advised Rocket and Peter who nodded and together they followed her instructions and safely landed their ship on top of a large landing platform that stood just feet from a large skyscraper tower of the palace.  (Y/n) grabbed the metal from her ship (that had been piggy-backed in the Guardian’s ship’s lower decks).  Their ship opened up and they walked down the stairway and there stood to their right about ten guards all wearing the same metal tight uniform (Y/n) had on.

And just ahead of them stood two women.  One wore the exact same armor but over her left breast plate was a silver badge in the shape of a star while the other woman beside her wore dark green tunic that rested over her green pants and sleeveless shirt.  The tunic cover had a metal collar going around it with each plate slowly increasing in size before decreasing again as it came back around. 

Much like (Y/n) a circlet rested over her head and she also wore gauntlets with metal plates in the shape of pentagons overlapping each other.  Both women looked fairly similar to each other in that both had greying hair but were fair looking, although the woman in the armor had a more gruff appearance to her while the other woman had a more gentle facial expression.

The guards all slammed their fists together, the metal from their armors sounding out a loud clank as they greeted the Princess on her safe return.  As (Y/n) and the Guardians stood before the two women, (Y/n) greeted them with a head bow.

“Chief, Mother. I have successfully secured the real metal we were promised and gave our message loud and clear to the War god Huitzilopochtli.”

“I never doubted you wouldn’t. You’re one of the best soldiers on the squad, and I’m not just saying that.” the woman in the black armor said.

“I’m just glad you’ve come home safely. And with some new friends I see.” The woman in the green tunic said.

“Yes, Mother, Chief Beifong, I’d like to introduce the Guardians of the Galaxy. They were prisoners of Huitzilopochtli when I went to secure the metal. About to be sacrificed to his prized jaguars. Guardians this is my mother and ruler of Zaofu Suyin Beifong, and my aunt and Chief of police, Lin Beifong.”

“That man knows nothing about diplomacy. Always kills first and asks questions later.” Suyin rolled her eyes.

“He is the God of War for a reason Suy.” Lin told her sister and she came up to (Y/n) and took the chess from her hands.  “I’ll take this down to our research facility.”

“Yes Chief.” (Y/n) bowed to her and both her aunt and the police force walked off towards the lab.

“Now I had asked this to your daughter earlier that since we helped your daughter recover some prized and rare metal that was promised to you, don’t you think we should be given a little compensation for helping her return what was rightfully meant to be yours?” asked Rocket as he rubbed his thumb, index and tall fingers together.

“Rocket!” exclaimed Mantis.

“How about this, we’ll talk about payment if you all stay for dinner and take some rest here tonight.” Suyin offered.

“As much as we appreciate that Lady Beifong…..” Peter started off only to be politely interrupted by Suyin.

“Please call me Suyin. Lady Beifong was my grandmother.”

“Suyin. We’re kinda in a tight schedule. Apparently someone’s killing gods and we promised not-very good looking Thor that we’d try and figure out who’s behind the killings.”

“Actually I might have some information in regards to that. But in order to go up against him, you’re gonna need some of our weapons and armor. Come, join me and my family for dinner and we’ll discuss everything.” With that suggestion and offer, the Guardians accepted Suyin’s offer and joined the Beifong family for dinner.

After coming to a negotiation, Suyin had her engineers and scientists build and forge the Guardians new weapons and tech to take down any gods like Huitzilopochtli’s forces and powers.  While observing the engineers add some new parts to their ship, Peter soon heard the sound of rocks being thrown around and crashing into a wall.

He went to investigate when he saw (Y/n) bending not only the rocks but metal as well.  Shooting out a metal wire to cut apart some trees and pull their branches off, or successfully transform the large boulders into various shapes before firing them at various targets.

“I thought I was going crazy at first seeing you do all that back at Jaguar-man’s palace.” She jumped and fired one of her metal wires which wrapped around Peter in a tight cocoon sending him on his back.

“Oh Star-lord, forgive me I tend to strike whenever someone surprises me like that.” She released her wires and they zipped back into her gauntlets while Peter assured her.

“No worries, I’ve had worse done to me before.” She helped him up and he asked her.  “So I’m guessing this is a normal after dinner activity for you?”

“I like to come out here to get away from it all. Don’t get me wrong I love my family to death but—sometimes I feel like I don’t belong here.”

“What do you mean?”

“Promise you won’t go blabbing to my mom about this?”

“Cross my heart.” Peter said as he crossed his heart for emphasis.  (Y/n) extended her hand and two small rocks slowly rose up from the ground over her palm and as she slowly wriggled her fingers, the rocks spun in a gentle circle around each other in a dance over her palm.

“Believe it or not, this ability I’m doing right now. I’m the only person in my family that can do this.”

“But don’t the Beifong family have the ability to control metal?”

“It’s true to a degree. The suit of armor that both me and my aunt Lin wear, it helps them control metal but without it, they’re powerless. Ever since I was a young girl and discovered I could bend earth to my will, my mother said it was because of my father’s gift. But the thing is, my father doesn’t have this ability, nor does anyone in his bloodline. I’ve tried to ask my mother for the truth but she always tells me that it’d be too much for me to bear.”

“So you think that your mom—”

“Cheated on her real husband? I doubt it, cause whenever I did ask about him in the past, there’s always this—pure hatred in her eyes. But she always told me that who he was didn’t matter. Baatar is my real father and my real brothers and sister are here. Aunt Lin is my real aunt and I am a Beifong through and through. But deep down I get this feeling that maybe I should make that decision for myself. On whether or not I should have the chance to meet him or not.”

“I get it. Sorta. I mean I thought that when I met my dad, he’d be everything I thought I’d ever longed for. Only to turn out that he killed my mother and tried to use me to conquer the entire galaxy. He may have been my father, but he wasn’t my daddy. I learned that from my real father after he had sacrificed himself to save me.”

“That’s heavy.” Whistled (Y/n).

“Yeah, it was. But Yondu was a good dad to me.” He said as he took out his Zune player.  “So your uhh—earth bending powers, how did you discover them?” Peter then tried to change the subject before he started to cry over his memories of Yondu.  (Y/n) smiled knowing this type of maneuver (her brothers did this all the time whenever they’d try to be strong and hardcore).

“Like I said, I was a young when it happened. I was just playing with my sister Opal out by the lake skipping rocks when suddenly as I reached out for one, my hands glew this bright blue light and the rock just shot up into my palm. We were both so scared that we ran to my mother crying in fear. I honestly don’t remember much after that but my mother had my aunt teach me how to control it. Got me my first metal-bending suit and I’ve been training with her ever since.”

Hearing her mention the blue light it perked Peter’s curiosity and he asked her.

“This blue light, can you describe it in anyway? Like what it made you feel when it came to you?”

“I—I don’t know how to explain it but….I do remember it being almost like my palms were on fire, yet they didn’t burn me. It felt like—like when you touch warm sand on a beach. Yet there was this feeling of—power to it. Like I could do anything with it.” Peter’s eyes widened.

He did remember that feeling when Ego told him about his Celestial heritage and taught him how to summon the light to his hands.  No but it—it couldn’t be? Could it? Could she really be his…….

“(Y/N)! Aunt Lin says she needs to speak to you about your armor! Says she’s got an upgrade for you!” one of her brothers called out to her.  She turned and exclaimed back.

“I’ll be there in a sec Wei!” she turned to Peter and said, “Better not keep Aunt Lin waiting. She hates it when people keep her waiting.”

“Yeah, yeah I better go and talk to the team about our next game plan. Also tell your aunt thanks for letting us use some of her police weapons.”

“She may not be happy about lending our weapons to non-Zaofuians but she’ll get over it, especially since it’s going to the Guardians of the Galaxy. But I’ll give her your regards anyways.” They went their separate ways and once Peter saw that no one was around, he took off sprinting towards Mantis’ room and rapidly knocked on her door.

“Could you be any louder at knocking Peter? I don’t think the others from Knowhere heard you.” Mantis whined with a groan.

“We need to talk.” Peter said urgently.  Sensing the urgency in his tone and knowing that this was a serious matter, Mantis allowed her brother inside and she shut the door behind her as well as locked it.  “You will not believe the conversation that I just had with (Y/n).”

“Are we being taken prisoners again?” asked Mantis worriedly.

“What no! No! Look, I know this may seem out of nowhere, but I want you to tell me first about when Ego found you and tried to make you feel a connection to the Celestial light.”

“Why would you want to know about that?”

“Just trust me Mantis. Please.” She looked into her brother’s eyes and saw the desperation but also some inkling of knowledge that he was going to fill her in on the details later.

“I had lied when I had told Drax and Gamora that Ego found me in my larva stage. He had actually came for me shortly after my mother had passed. Much like when Yondu came for you, he brought me to his planet and trained me just like he did you. But when I tried to make a connection to the light, all that awakened within me was my empathic abilities. Ego then told me that even though I’d never be able to help him with the Expansion, he still could find a purpose for me. And I had been forced to convince various of our other siblings to go along with us, before he said that I would only be used to help him sleep.”

“Wow, he really was a jackass.”

“Now will you tell me why you asked me about that?”

“(Y/n)’s ability to move earth, you know how she could bend those rocks back at Jaguar dude’s temple, turns out she has a connection to the Celestial light.”

“Are you saying that……(Y/n) is our—”

“Sister? I think she might be.”

“But how? When Ego died, you lost your connection to the Celestial light.”

“I don’t know. But the way she described the Light within her hands was exactly the same way it felt with me when I made my connection to it.”

“Did you tell her the truth?”

“Yeeeeeeeeaaaaaa—no.” stretched Peter.

“Peter we must tell her the truth. She deserves to know!” Peter stepped in front of her and said.

“I know she deserves to know but at the same time we can’t cause any family drama amongst the Beifongs. (Y/n) told me how everytime she brought up about her real dad, Suyin got this burning anger in her eyes and told her that they were her family, not him. And after seeing the way (Y/n) fights against Aztec Gods I’d hate to fight against her own mother and aunt.”

“So what are we going to do?” she asked him.

“I’ll think of something. Until I do, this stays between us okay? I mean it don’t tell anyone about this conversation to anyone else, especially Drax. You know he can’t keep a secret to save his own skin.”

“I promise.” She held out her pinkie and Peter wrapped his pinkie around hers.  “Sister’s promise.”

“Brother’s oath.” Peter replied back as they shook pinkies.

After about 3 days, the Guardians were finally ready to take off to find more Gods to save and check up on.

“We can’t thank you enough for everything you’ve done for us Suyin.” Peter thanked her.

“It was our pleasure to help in aiding the Guardians of the Galaxy. And if you’re ever passing by this way again, our doors will always be open to you.” Said Suyin with a respectable bow.  The Guardians bowed back to her before heading back to their ship, but it was then Peter stopped midway up the ramp when he said.

“Actually, there is something else we’d like to ask for.” The rest of the Guardians paused and turned to Peter.

“And just what would that be?” asked Chief Lin suspiciously.

“We’d like to extend an invitation to (Y/n) in joining us.” Everyone but Mantis became wide-eyed.  “After our experience with the Aztec god of war, we realized that we are heavily out-manned and she managed to take down all his forces single-handedly while also saving our asses. And if ever we need a tune-up she would know more about how to fix your special enhanced metal material.”

“Quill, I only had to be with Zaofu’s engineers for only 2 minutes and I can get the hang of it.” Proclaimed Rocket.

“Still it couldn’t hurt to have an expert who actually came from the place of its origins be with us should we ever need it. Two heads are better than one right?” Suyin was stunned as she turned to her youngest child and asked her.

“This is up to you (Y/n). Do you wish to go with the Guardians?” (Y/n) looked between both her family and the Guardians with a heavy heart.  She then walked up to her mother and spoke from the heart.

“My heart will always belong to Zaofu. But from the days that I would be with Aunt Lin on missions, I have seen great suffering. Some of which has been at the hands of our own metal smuggled by black marketers. I feel like Zaofu can do more for the galaxy than we already have.” Suyin sighed as she closed her eyes.

“You are my youngest child (Y/n). And I had hoped to have you remain at my side for a few more years. But now I see that you are no longer a child anymore. And at some point, I must learn to let go. If you should ever wish to return home, we’ll be here waiting for you.” (Y/n) smiled and embraced her mother.

“I love you mom.”

“I love you too.” After embracing her mother, she stood before her aunt and prepared to surrender her badge but Lin held out her hand to stop her.

“Keep it. I didn’t make you an officer of Zaofu for nothing.” She bowed before her aunt before hugging her.  Lin smiled softly down at her and embraced her back.  (Y/n) then bid goodbye to all her brothers and sister as well as her dad before turning to the Guardians and joining alongside them.

As they entered and the ramp slid back up, (Y/n) took one last look at her family as they bid her goodbye and she wiped her hidden tears away and waved to them in return before the Guardian’s ship left Zaofu.

Now heading to their next destination to answer the next signal from some Light elves on Álfheimr (Y/n) soon spotted Peter on the upper main decks looking out into the endless starry sky.

“So what was the real reason?” she asked him.

“Huh?” Peter turned to her.

“The real reason you offered me a spot on the Guardians.”

“What are you talking about kid? What I said was 100% true. Rocket may think he’s smart but no one can really understand Zaofu metal than someone who was raised there. And…..”

“Peter, I know you’re lying.”

“What so you can detect when people are lying?”

“In a sense. My grandmother was born blind, so one day she ran off and found herself lost in a cave until she came across some badger-moles. They were blind just like her, but they used the earth as an extension of their senses. She learned out to see the world through the earth around her. Feeling seismic energy of people’s footsteps and even hearing their heartbeats through the earth. And when my mom and aunt were born, she taught it to them, and then Aunt Lin taught it to me. And last night, your heartrate was beating rapidly when I told you about my powers. So come on, out with it.” Peter sighed and confessed.

“Okay, so obviously you know how I found out my dad was a real douchebag and tried to destroy the galaxy. But before that, he taught me that being a Celestial he had a connection to the Light, and he taught it to me as well as Mantis. Even though Mantis didn’t have a connection to it, she still proved a purpose by awakening her empathic powers. As for me, I did have a connection to the Light. And it was that same connection that you said you felt when you first discovered your powers.”

“So you can earth-bend too?”

“No. I mean I did when I fought Ego, but after we had killed him to stop the Expansion, I lost my connection to the Light. Yet somehow, you still have it.” (Y/n) stared at him and slowly her harsh expression turned to shock as she cautiously said.

“Wait…….so, you’re suggesting that I—”

“Ego told me he spent eons trying to find a second Celestial to bring forth the expansion but each of his children failed him. So he had them killed. Millions of children slaughtered all because they couldn’t live up to his expectations, except me. And in a way, you. But your mom and the rest of Zaofu refused to surrender you to him. That’s probably why she never talked about your real father.”

(Y/n) was stunned silent as she fell to her knees.  She looked down at her shaky hands and Peter slowly knelt down in front of her.

“But he’s gone. He’s gone for good. We blew up his core and there’s absolutely no chance of him ever coming back. And if by some insane, unexplainable reason that he ever does come back, he won’t get to you. Because you’ve not only got your family on Zaofu on yourself, but you’ve also got us, Especially Mantis and I.” (Y/n) looked up at him and asked.

“You and Mantis are……”

“As surprising as it seems, yeah. She’s my sister. Half-sister but my sister nonetheless. And so are you.” He placed a comforting hand on her shoulder and gently shook it which got her to smile.

“At least now I can say I’ve got another sister to add to the ranks.”

“Oh come on, having another big brother can’t be that bad. Especially if that brother is me. C’mon at least admit that I’m the coolest out of all your brothers.” She stood back up laughing as she walked away. “(Y/n)? C’mon (Y/n) admit it! I know you want to say it but you’re just too stubborn to admit it. Not every girl can say their big brother is a member of the Guardians, right? Right? (Y/n)! (Y/N)!!!!”

[7grandmel]

Todays rip: 30/04/2024

guess what​?​?​?​?​?​?​?​?

Season 2 Featured on: Haltmann's Highest Quality Video Game Rips

Ripped by alden wolf

Requested by eg_9371! (Request Form)

It's Gonna Be May!

Saying that SiIvaGunner has in-jokes is perhaps the most obvious statement of all time - it is an in-joke upon which the entire channel is built upon. Yet there's obviously always different LAYERS to each joke, how obvious each of them are - and even today, there are many running gags on the channel that fly over people's heads despite having followed along for so long. Indeed, such is the case today with guess what​?​?​?​?​?​?​?​?, as requestee eg_9371 made me aware of a channel in-joke that's been running quietly in the background for the better part of seven years as of today. All of it built on one simple truth - tomorrow, it's gonna be may.

To reiterate - beyond the funny ha-ha memes we all know like Mr. Grand Dad and more, the SiIvaGunner channel is filled with little nods and gags that oft go overlooked. I of course covered 5 Nights of Snop Dog recently which is a great example of one, there's how rips like Kill & Learn (Recut Ver​.​) reference a running joke by long-time mashup artist Triple-Q about how Sonic Adventure 2 and Kill la Kill have an immeasurable amount of similarities, rips like Kermit in the Ocean being spiritual successors to very specific years-old rips on the channel - you get the jist. Some of these gags eventually get special attention on the channel through specific channel events, but such has not yet been the case with guess what​?​?​?​?​?​?​?​?'s joke - it's a gag that's stayed in the background since its very beginnings, and is only being kept running by a select few rippers. If you're listening to the rip now and it still hasn't landed yet, you may need to be enlightened to the ways of hit boy band *NSYNC. Or, well, really the band itself matters very little compared to the song of choice - It's Gonna Be Me.

Boy band music has a pretty interesting track record on SiIva in general, honestly. One Direction, Backstreet Boys, Boyzone, *NSYNC - to me the typical audience that obsesses over these kinds of bands feels at odds with my image of the average SiIvaGunner fan, and yet whenever they're prominently pushed I get reminded of just how good their music can be when wielded by good rippers. We've had two explosively quality events focusing on two bands in particular, the Big Time Rush takeover of Season 5 with Famous Surprise and the One Direction day of Season 7 with Beautiful Dreamer. *NSYNC hasn't had the same explosion of notoriety, but It's Gonna Be Me in particular has stealthily appeared on the channel every year since 2017 on April 30th. The joke is originally an ancient Tumblr meme from 2012, based on the way singer Justin Timberlake (yes!) pronounces the titular line in the song as "It's gonna be May" - the joke writes itself, and so Tumblr users have annually celebrated the day-before-May in Timberlake's honor.

eg_9371 writes in his request for this post that he's actually one of the most active rippers in keeping this joke going on SiIva for all these years, which I find extremely commendable, and it all started in Season 2, with guess what​?​?​?​?​?​?​?​?. It's a rearrangement of the song in the style of Donkey Kong Country 2's Mining Melancholy, a track most notable for its rhythmic percussion of steel drums sounding like steadily-working pickaxes deep in the mines. Its a fantastic track on its own, yet that percussion especially is a shockingly natural fit for the harpsichord(?) backing prominent throughout It's Gonna Be Me. Mining Melancholy's usual percussion and other parts of its melody stick around for large parts of the rip, making it more of a melody swap/mashup of the two than a full rearrangement a la Sog-Gee Ambiance - but it only serves to enhance the two tracks used, giving It's Gonna Be Me a more melancholic sound and Mining Melancholy a more self-assured feel in return, a super interesting blend of moods. I don't think the It's gonna be May bit would have worked nearly as well if the rip it was paired with wasn't of high quality, and guess what​?​?​?​?​?​?​?​? clears that threshold effortlessly - its a great rip that's made me appreciate the quality in both songs used.

*NSYNC rips have, again, continued to show up in all the years since, always on the dot, often even deliberately placed as the LAST rip of April 30th to drive the joke home. I think it's really sweet that the joke has stuck with eg_9371 in particular, likely in part due to alden wolf's initial contribution to the bit - he's even made It's Gonna Be Me rips on dates completely unrelated to the beginning of May, just because its a genuinely fun song to listen to. There's tons of these "secret" gags left to find on the channel, reoccurring dates or rips that reference jokes from other rips that are years-old by now - and really, a huge part of the fun in running this blog is getting to discover so many turning gears of the channel that I'd never been made aware of. Keep an eye out for these gags yourself - and keep an eye out on SiIvaGunner channel itself later today, to see if It's Gonna Be May for yet one more year.

[th3-0bjectivist]

Dear listener, if I wasn’t trying to entertain an audience on this platform with a variety page, all I would post is metal music, all the time. Why? Because metal is my favorite type of music and has been since I was sixteen. I grew up listening to lots of sludge metal, like Crowbar and Mastodon. I still love immortal tunes by iconic heavy metal acts like Judas Priest. If it weren’t for bands like Slayer, I would never have gotten to experience the extreme highs and lows of thrash and death metal! But you know what I don’t like? Modern metalcore. Seriously, most of it really, really sucks, folks. To instantly access metalcore that doesn’t eat shit, all you must do is take a listen at some of the great bands that invented and popularized it. Zao practically started metallic hardcore, along with a handful of other equally distinguished groups, which is simply a merger between metal and hardcore punk. Just above, you’ll find The Rising End (The First Prophecy) from their 2004 album The Funeral of God. Once you smash play and discover for the first time what quality metalcore is, you will no doubt join me below for more if you enjoyed it.

Metal is defined by many facets, but for me it comes down to guitar solos, lyrics that are heavy on imagery, intense aggression, and powerful drumming. Most of the metal music that I personally listen to has a galloping quality; immersing the listener and making them feel as if they are riding on a steel-armored steed that is charging toward an epic battlefield. Metal is the only type of music I’ll listen to without being able to fully understand what the lead vocalist is screaming, as much of the lyrics aren’t necessarily comprehensible without looking online for the stanzas. Zao does all of these things very, very well, and blends in a little hardcore punk for audial variety and inventiveness. This is probably the closest thing to a Christian band I’ll ever post on my page, as Zao’s original works were thematically ‘Christ-centered’. Their overall catalog, however, is clearly divided into different eras, with completely different band members and shifts in tone from one era to the next. This isn’t Christian metal, they only started off that way. Upon listening to many of their full albums in preparation for this post, I can tell you, this band has simply become one of grand storytelling. The lyrics are often poetic, thoughtful and majestic. Their lead vocalist does something other metalcore leads don’t do; NOT sound like the Cookie Monster on bath salts or a whiny pop band-reject on a heavy dose of autotune. This is a rare group that manages to establish atmosphere alongside raw intensity, unclean vocals, and a sprawling and complex story to tell, filled with glimmers of lore and intrigue. Zao brings strong material into a type of music that has largely become flabby, lame, diluted and fundamentally weak in the last decade and a half. Metalcore was once fresh and experimental, and groups like this were and are still the torchbearers ensuring it has some semblance of an enduring future. Just below, you can smash play on The Final Ghost from their 2021 album The Crimson Corridor and enjoy metalcore in its most resplendent form.

The next time one of your senseless friends starts playing ‘music’ by metalcore groups like Lamb of God… immediately tell them you WILL NOT STAND for this insulting sound, flog them, tell them their taste in music is questionable and that the lead singer sounds like a pissed-off Cookie Monster. And then ask, “If you’re going to put metalcore on, can you at least put on some good metalcore!?” And then, when they ignorantly ask what good metalcore is, you can tell them, Zao. And tell them your pal, th3-0bjectivist on Tumblr, evangelized you in The School of Quality Music while you’re at it. Image source: https://www.metalsucks.net/2024/03/16/zao-share-video-from-upcoming-live-release-and-announce-listening-party/

[vintagelacerosette]

Tag game catch up ✨️

I'm doing some tag games & picrews I've missed 🫶🏼 and I was tagged by these dearhearts Macy @celestialmickey Cross @crossmydna Evie @energievie Laurel @lupeloto Anna @rereadanon Ling @lingy910y Cherry @too-schoolforcool Ajax @transmickey Lyle @milkovetti Vey @look-i-love-u Coralie @shinygalaxyperson Becki @francesrose3 Ri @tanktopgallavich Jay @surviving-maybe Michelle @michellemisfit Deanna @deedala Julissa @heymrspatel Paola @mishervellous Melodie @sirrudo Thanks y'all 🥰

Name: Myn

Pronouns: She/they

Where do you call home? Sydney

Favourite animal: Cats, ducks & otters i can't choose 🐈‍⬛���🦆🦦

Cereal of choice: Gosh I love american cereal I gotta say I'm now a cinammon toast crunch fiend & lucky charms used to be my fave haha

Are you a visual, auditory, or kinesthetic learner? Kinaesthetic/visual

First pet? A tank of fishes but I also count a black & white stray cat we took in which we named Gato & oh how i miss him

Favourite scent? Something woodsy or citrusy

Do you believe in astrology? Kinda like I believe some aspects but wouldn't take it so literally in life

How many playlists do you have on spotify/apple music? I'm not one for playlists but I do have like 8 music ones on youtube lol

Sharpies or highlighters? Hightlighters all the colours yall 🌈

A song that makes you cry:

A song that makes you happy:

and finally, do you write/draw/create? if so, use this as an opportunity to shamelessly (😉) promote yourself! Yes I draw & make crafts which you can check out on my tag myn's art 💘 I also definetly gunning to write fic omg the amount of gallavich plot bunnies I have may be in the double digits??

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Last week tag game tuesday ✨️

Name: Shermyn

Age: 26 (27 in 12 day!!!)

Favorite color: Pink

Beverage of choice: Yukult I shot em back like shots lmao

Do you have push notifications turned on for tumblr? I do & for some ppl's blogs too. It can be a lot lol

Opinion on fireworks? Pretty & loud 🎆

Favourite childhood toy? This stuffed bunny I had since I was a kid which I use play pretend like they were real & to pet it so softly 🥰

The store you shop at the most: uhhh maybe ubereats lol does that count 😅

Do you swear a lot? As an aussie fuck is like a brother to me

Favourite trope: Sexual attraction at first sight then falling in love

An album with no skips: Infinity on High by fall out boy

If you could play any instrument, what would you choose? something whimiscal maybe a lyra or ocarina or a steel drum

Your biggest pet peeve: Getting told I'm being disrespectful bc I have a tone that was 'hard'

Favourite time of day: Sunset

and finally, did you drink water today? Yes indeed!

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I'll still tag some loves if they wanna play 💘 @ian-galagher @scarcrosseduntouched @bekkachaos @sisitrip @darthvaders-wife @suchagallabitch @iansw0rld @arrowflier @milkmaidovich @auds-and-evens @callivich @mikhailoisbaby @creepkinginc @mikcrymilkovich @sleepyfacetoughguy @suzy-queued @gardenerian @sickness-health-all-that-shit @stocious @shameless-notashamed @mmmichyyy @xninetiestrendx @intotheblindinglight @skies-below @notherenewjersey @psychicskulldamage @silvanshadow

[saintmeghanmarkle]

Megs September 10 2011 Jamaica Wedding to Trevor. Curious isnt it? by u/somespeculation

Meg’s September 10, 2011 Jamaica Wedding to Trevor. Curious, isn’t it? Musings and Questions: Why would she have ordered no photos? Who does that for a wedding?You know, the wedding where Meghan gave baggies of weed as party favours. https://ift.tt/6l1dLBi were her bridesmaids? Is she still friends with any of them? There were 100 guests. Surely they couldn’t all be Trevor’s. What happened to her guests? She invited only two male costars from Suits, (including Patrick J Adams, rumoured affair) despite it being in its first season. This mimics inviting the Suits coworkers to her wedding to Harry - but not inviting any to the reception. Who is she still close with?Was her Ragland family invited at all? Besides Doria. Anyone else notice their are no sweet nods to her Black heritage? Besides a shallow, stereotypical tourist note to steel drums and weed? There were far more suddenly at her wedding to Harry (choir, preacher, cellist, etc) - all arranged by Charles, not Meghan. Going with the assumption of 100 guests, how many are in an ongoing, interactive friendship with Meg? Genuine question, not rhetorical. Curious what that estimated percentage is then of guests from Meg’s first wedding that remained on the guest list to her second wedding, 8 years later. People have first marriages. No shame in having an ‘I do, Redo’. But surely there would be close friends and family from ones first wedding that would also be at their next one? Bet it demonstrates very, very clearly how she discards those that are no longer useful to her. post link: https://ift.tt/KAV8Z70 author: somespeculation submitted: September 28, 2024 at 04:16PM via SaintMeghanMarkle on Reddit disclaimer: all views + opinions expressed by the author of this post, as well as any comments and reblogs, are solely the author's own; they do not necessarily reflect the views of the administrator of this Tumblr blog. For entertainment only.

[radioactive-synth]

🎻💯🐶💛🍝🤩 for vaughn? :^)

🎻 VIOLIN — does your oc play any instruments? what is their skill level (beginner/intermediate/advanced/virtuoso/etc)?

he always wanted to play drums since he was young, but he didn't had that chance, until on his 45th birthday, when his son gifted him a set of restored drums. you can check this lil story wrote by @theartofblossoming HERE!

💯 HUNDRED POINTS SYMBOL — share three random facts about your oc that others may not know.

-his eyes are steel-grey, but depending on the light or even his mood, his eye color can change, sometimes could be deep blue, sometimes grey.

-he is half greek (his mom Olivia was born in USA but her parents were from Cyprus and moved in USA), and is proud of his heritage! his first language is actually greek, and loves to cook traditional food, and even teaching others how to preserve veggies and fruits by pickle them, a method that was seen as weird at first but it adopted fast.

-very much Autistic(™)

🐶 DOG FACE — does your oc have any pets?

besides Dogmeat, he also has a radchicken, named Hera! a very sweet, fearless chicken, who is the 'alpha' of the other animals in Sanctuary, despite being the smallest, and is a true animal therapy for him. she stays with him almost all the time, but she always do the morning and evening patrol with her pack, takes care of them by preening their fur or getting rid of parasites, will attack any other animal that enters her territory (she has talons like a rooster and has the meanest bite), and is a great mother hen, even that she will steal the baby chicks from other chickens. she lives in the house, as she can't stand other chickens or she will slaughter them.

i wrote a lil story from her POV HERE

here is a commission from an artist that is no longer on tumblr.

💛 YELLOW HEART — how many languages does your oc speak? what language(s) are they learning, if any?

greek is his first language, english second, knows a bit of chinese, spannish and italian.

🍝 SPAGHETTI — what is/are your oc's favorite food(s)?

he isn't picky with food anymore as he was when younger, so he would eat anything, especially if cooked fresh, as he doesn't trust the old pre war canned food. yet he would avoid molerat and bug meat at all cost, as he got sick from those.

🤩 FACE WITH STARRY EYES — is your oc a planner, or are they more spontaneous in their actions?

making plans is what makes him feel more at ease, as he is scared of changes, but sometimes plans will not work out his way, but as long as the result is the same, he would accept the situation.

thank you!!

[lilypadlys]

Bad Day

A rough day is compounded by Dew being his bratty self. Cirrus has finally had enough.

Ship: Cirrus/Dewdrop (Sorta?)

Word Count: 1,097

Rating: Mature

Tags: Implied Sexual Content, Implied Spanking, Dewdrop is a little shit

Hi hi! So this is actually the first Ghost oneshot I ever wrote (and it shows 😅). I posted it to AO3 a year ago today but never to Tumblr. Anyway here it is if you'd like to read it!

Read below the cut or on AO3

Cardinal Copia quietly entered his office, closed the door, and practically fell into his desk chair. To call today taxing, was an understatement. With tour preparations well underway, there was always a laundry list of things that needed doing. Band practice, ghoul corralling, costume fittings, photo shoots, equipment checks; the list went on. And of course the normal demands of the ministry didn’t let up either. The pile of paperwork that never seemed to leave his desk for long, had gained an extra inch in height.

To top it all off, Sister Imperator was in a foul mood. Someone had planted stink bombs in her office two days ago. The room was still being fumigated, forcing Sister to relocate to a disused room clear across the abbey. No one had owned up yet but Copia would have put money on Dewdrop. That ghoul seemed to be drawn to trouble like a moth to a flame. Or stink to a bug. Dew could certainly be a pest.

Copia was contemplating a power nap when the chapel bells could be heard sounding out the hour. “Lord below, 3 o'clock already?” Copia swore before standing up and stretching. It was time for band practice. As he walked to the practice rooms, Copia steeled his nerves. He loved his ghouls, really, but their antics could sometimes be maddening.

Upon entering the practice room, Copia found everyone present and accounted for. Thank Satan, no hide and go ghoul today. He thought. “Alright everyone! Are you ready to-” Copia’s attempt at a rousing call to get started was interrupted by a loud boom and the lights flickering. The dark clouds that had been threatening all day finally let loose their payload and raindrops beat down on the roof. Lightning flashed through the windows, punctuated by rolling thunder.

Copia shut his eyes and breathed out through his nose. “One of those days,” he muttered. He tried again. “Let's get warmed up.”

Practice went in fits and starts. The ghouls seemed on edge, Copia noticed. They were likely picking up on the stress of the rest of the ministry. Aether and Rain got into a hissing match, Mountain glowered from behind his drum kit, and Dewdrop was in rare form, throwing guitar picks and sassing everyone. The power also continued to flicker, sometimes going out for minutes at a time. Every interruption and issue grated on everyone’s nerves. Copia made a mental note to check in on the ghouls individually and make sure everything was okay. Alas, all he could do at the moment was suffer alongside them through the quickly turning hellish, attempt at band practice.

They had finally made it through the set list to Mummy Dust and Cirrus was prepping for her keytar solo. She hit her mark on center stage and began playing. She made it almost all the way though when there was a crash, the whine of feedback, and her keytar cut out. Everyone looked around for the source of the latest problem. Dewdrop was laid out on the floor, face down. The disconnected cable for Cirrus’ keytar rested below his feet.

He was already brushing himself off with a cheeky grin. “Whoops, I tripped.” He shrugged.

“Your blocking has you over stage left Dew,” Copia sighed. “Why were you anywhere near center?”

Dew just shrugged again.

“Okay, let's just reset and…Cirrus?”

The ghoulette stomped towards him and Dew, stiffly pulling the strap of her keytar over her head. Then she shoved the instrument at Copia before grabbing Dew by the collar. She pulled him close so they were eye to eye.

“Listen here you little shit,” she seethed. “I’ve had just about enough of you today. Will you just shut the fuck up, and behave long enough to finish practice?”

“Make me.” Dew stuck his tongue out.

The look on Cirrus’ face made Copia blanch. He’d never seen the normally timid ghoulette angry before. However, he now knew he never wanted to be on the receiving end of her ire. Wordlessly she tightened her grip on Dew’s shirt and yanked him with her into a nearby storage closet. The door slammed shut behind them.

The room was silent for a moment, everyone in shock at Cirrus’, out of all of them, being the one to snap first. Then something, or rather someone, was slammed against the closet door. Suddenly, a repetitive smacking sound and yelps could be heard from behind the door.

Copia turned to Cumulus, who had ventured over from her platform to watch. “I’m slightly worried. I think I should go check on-”

He was interrupted by Cirrus’ muffled voice yelling something along the lines of, “Crying already? You know the safe word gremlin!”

Copia swallowed. “Maybe you should go check on them?”

Cumulus just laughed. “He’ll be fine. He’s been asking for it.”

“I mean yeah. Today plus the stink bomb incident.” Copia laughed nervously.

“Hmm? Oh that was Sunny.”

“What?!”

“Yeah Imperator got on her case for something or other. Did you think Dew was the only trouble maker?”

“No, but Dew’s usually behind most of it.”

“Not all of it. He just gets caught a lot and blamed for the rest of it.”

Copia added a mental note not to cross Sunshine either. “I guess, ah, everyone take five…” Moans could be heard from the closet. “...or fifteen…”

Cumulus just laughed again at Copia’s disconcerted expression. She took the keytar from his hands before walking off to chat with Rain.

After what was more like twenty minutes, Dew and Cirrus reappeared, the latter with a satisfied look on her face. She held a death grip on the scruff of his neck but Dew’s glazed expression indicated that he would in fact be “shutting the fuck up and behaving long enough to finish practice”. She shoved him towards his mark and retrieved her keytar from Cumulus so they could resume Mummy Dust.

The rest of practice managed to run smoothly. Even the storm petered out as if afraid of invoking Cirrus’ wrath. As everyone prepped to leave, Copia pulled Cirrus aside.

“Hey, thanks for dealing with Dew. I’m sorry you had to though. I should have stepped in.”

“Nah it's fine,” She smiled. “Sometimes brats just need some tough love.”

“Are you doing okay? I know things have been really stressful lately. I’m thinking about organizing a movie night soon to unwind.”

“Yeah, that’d be great! We’ll see if Dew is able to join us though.”

“Hmm?”

“He’s not going to be able to sit for a week.” She deadpanned. They both laughed.

[dustedmagazine]

Dust Volume 10, Number 6, Part I

Infinite River

We’re halfway through the year and swamped with mid-year activities (look for our round-up next week), but the records continue to pile-up and we continue to make time for as many as possible.  This month, the slush pile yielded a wide range of music, from Burkina-Faso-ian griot to microtonal composition to snarling black metal to improvisation and jazz. 

Our reviews are split in two parts because of Tumblr's arbitrary limits on sound samples. See Part II here. Contributions included Jennifer Kelly, Bryon Hayes, Andrew Forell, Christian Carey, Jonathan Shaw, Bill Meyer, Jim Marks, Justin Cober-Lake and Alex Johnson.  Happy summer!

Avalanche Kaito — Talitakum (Glitterbeat)

Another of those cross-cultural, Afro-European collaborations that are so often great—see recent works by Chouk Bwa & The Ångströmers, Ndox Electrique and Group Doueh/Cheveux—Avalanche Kaito sets Burkina Faso griot to a rattling, pummeling noise punk beat.  I like “Lago” best, where a clatter of mixed percussion and serrated, distortion crusted guitar dart in and around a keening call and response.  Near the end of a recent long-distance drive, I listened to it 14 times in a row without wearing it out.  Still the title track is fantastic as well, its guitars stabbing in like Fugazi, its drums boxy and agitated, its spatter-painted words dicing the beat into eighths and sixteenths.  The “Kaito” in the band name comes from grioteer Kaito Winse.  The Avalanche comes from the falling-down-the-stairs-but-still-on-beat mix of strident punk and West African syncopation.

Jennifer Kelly  

Ayal Senior — Ora (Medusa Editions)

Toronto’s 12-string warrior Ayal Senior workshopped the songs that became Ora at a monthly residency he has at the Tranzac Club, a haven for the city’s most adventurous musical minds. His comrades Kurt Newman (pedal steel, electric guitar) and Andrew Furlong (bass) joined him on the journey, and together they slowly worked the sonic skeletons into fleshy bodies of song. The trio brought scene veterans Blake Howard and Jay Anderson on board to add drums and percussion when they laid the sounds to tape. Their flourishing rhythms complete the image: five beams of light passing through the prism of Senior’s celestial vision. The guitarist bills Ora as the spiritual successor to 2022’s Az Yashir, yet while that record embraced a post-COVID sea change, Ora is bathed in the light of tranquility. Senior’s folk devotionals draw warmth from the presence of his pals, taking on raga and kosmische adornments as they languidly unfurl. These hymns are beauty incarnate, guitar-centric mantras in service of the cosmic mystery that surrounds us all.

Bryon Hayes

Beams — Requiem for a Planet (Be My Sibling)

Beams is an alt.country ensemble, playing rock and folk instruments in delicate, otherworldly ways.  The voices especially — Anna Mērnieks-Duffield primarily but fleshed out in harmonies by Heather Mazhar and Keith Hamilton—float in translucent layers, mixing eerily with the meat-and-potatoes sonics of guitar, bass and drums.  As the title suggests, Beams main subject is the earth itself, its fragility, its rising temperature, its trajectory towards unlivability.  Yet though there are lessons here, in songs like “Heat Potential,” Beams steers clear of polemics.  “It’s All Around You,” especially envelopes and enfolds. Its string-swooping, gorgeously harmonized arrangements lift you up and out of the mess we’re in.  “Childlike Empress” with its well-spaced blots of keyboard sound, its ghostly, tremulous singing, is an eerie elegy for the world’s natural beauty.  The album is its own thing, but it might remind you of certain twang-adjacent Feelies side projects, Speed the Plough and Wild Carnation especially. 

Jennifer Kelly

DELTAphase — Synced (Falling Elevators)

Process. DELTAphase founder Wilhelm Stegmeier contacts a disparate group of musicians and provides them with a key, beat, tempo for seven pieces of music and allows them complete stylistic and compositional freedom. Each of 10 musicians contributed to one or more of the seven pieces, without knowing who else was involved. Stegmeier, seeking synchronicities and serendipity, collates and adds to the contributions and collages them within the given parameters. Result. The musicians, Merran Laginestra, Beate Bartel, Thomas Wydler, Brendan Dougherty, Lucia Martinez, Antonio Bravo, Andreas Voss, Eleni Ampelakiotou, Dominik Avenwedde, Kilian Feinäugle and Stegmeier come from classical, jazz, electronic and post rock backgrounds, and the music occupies liminal interstices between and across genres. There’s lots of layered percussion, electronic backgrounds and guitar interplay from the squalling electric duel on “Phase Lock” to Bravo’s jazzy riffing on “One by One” which also features Laginestra’s  impressionistic piano. That combination is a standout on an album that can occasionally meander into cul-de-sacs. Remote collaboration has become a commonplace since the pandemic but the caliber of the musicians here and Stegmeier’s skill in pulling their contributions together make Synced a fascinating exploration of compositional process.

Andrew Forell      

   

Taylor Deupree — Sti.ll  (Greyfade)

A recent microtrend involves making acoustic realizations of electronic compositions, the latest being a new version of Taylor Deupree’s lauded 2002 electroacoustic recording Stil. Sti.ll follows suit, with a reworking for acoustic instruments by Deupree and Joseph Branciforte. The bespoke Greyfade book that accompanies Sti.ll is handsome and contains a QR code to download the digital recording. The acoustic versions can sometimes fool you into thinking that you are listening to the original synth sounds, which is part of the game. “Stil.” is nearly twenty-minutes long, for vibraphone and bass drum. The vibes play both textural passages and, simultaneously, repeating dyadic melodies. The bass drum errs on the side of gentle effects rather than thwacking. Another standout track is “Temper,” for multiple clarinets and a shaker. The composition moves through a series of repeated intervals, descending fourth, ascending minor third, et cetera, with harmonic underpinning from the other clarinets and constant pulsation contributed by the shakers. Hard for clubbing, but these pieces would work quite well in a concert.

Christian Carey

Emma dj — Lay2g (Danse Noire)

Paris based Finnish producer Emma dj has the tendency to get distracted by novelty which interrupts the flow of this set and disrupts individual tracks often enough to leave the listener frustrated. If that’s the point, all well and good, but I suspect it’s not, which makes you wonder if this is all in service of the producer rather than the audience. That’s fine if there’s challenge in the music, which here, there is not. He collides bits and pieces of dance punk, chiptunes, video game soundtrack and the detritus of underground sub-sub genres into a messy mélange — a potluck casserole thrown together for a class reunion no one’s attending. It’s particularly annoying for the moments when, by design or serendipity, Emma produces a dish worth eating like “RR.dnk” for instance that sprays warped synth stabs against cowbell hi-hat, thumping kick drum and a stumbling bass line without succumbing to the over seasoning of vocal samples, jokey blips and burps or overwrought exhortations to dance. With a little more focus and balance, he may well produce something pretty good but this is only halfway there.

Andrew Forell

Incipient Chaos — S/T (I, Voidhanger)

There are times when some listeners just want a record of snarling, muscular black metal — thematics and scannable cultural politics be damned. If that sounds good to you, this new self-titled LP from French band Incipient Chaos rages and rips with all the right sorts of aggressivity. It seems that one takes chances with one’s ethics (if not one’s immortal soul) doing this sort of impulse listening in black metal: Is this NSBM? Does anyone have the skinny on that? Do we need to dig into the various “Is this band sketch” subreddits and descend into that 9th Circle of gossip-mongering and reaction? Lucifer smiles; so does Advance Publications. Is that a distinction without a difference? Meanwhile, we can note that Incipient Chaos has released this record on a politically reliable label, and while it’s unusual not to get a lyric sheet from I, Voidhanger (uh oh…), that may just be typical black metal shtick: the words are obscured because they are sooooo evil. Whatevs. The riffs are strong, if not world-changing, and the compositions have drama, if not overwhelming tragedy. Check out the guitar-centric middle portion of “Ominous Acid,” which is hugely satisfying. The down-tempo opening minutes of “Dragged Back from the Abyss” will remind you of the best of Aosoth. It’s all a lot of…fun?

Jonathan Shaw

Infinite River — Tabula Rasa (Birdman)

First came the space, now comes the rock. Infinite River’s first couple recordings had a definite COVID-era vibe to them. The Detroit-based ensemble started out as a trio, with Joey Mazzola and Gretchen Gonzales playing guitars and Warren Defever contributing tambura and a place to record. But a bliss-oriented drone might make less sense in a time when you can get out and play shows than it did when clubs were shut down and people didn’t want to go out than it does when stages are available and Steve Nistor, who drums for Sparks, is available to join in. Last year, Bryon Hayes invoked  Windy & Carl and Mountains when describing Infinite Rivers’ Prequel; “Sky Diamon Raga,” the track that kicks off Infinite River, is more like an arena rock dream of Chris Forsyth’s “The Paranoid Cat.” Much of the time this record feels rather like the Raybeats negotiating production ideas of the 1990s and 2010s, which means that the guitar tones will have you scratching your head to remember what’s being reference and how it’s been changed, but that the snare drum takes up entirely too much sonic real estate. Tellingly, the best moments come when the production is dialed back and the melodies take over, as on a Ventures-does-Coltrane interpretation of “My Favorite Things.”

Bill Meyer

Will Laut — Will Laut (Wavetrap)

Producer Ivan Pavlov AKA COH has collaborated with John Balance and Cosey Fanni Tutti, and the sounds of Coil and Throbbing Gristle are clear influences on his new EP with singer William Laut. Shot through with the feeling of dancing towards doomsday, Laut’s haunted murmur wavers just on the right side of cynicism and sleaze as he sings of living through hate, looking for the redemption of love or at least an opportunity to forget even for a few moments. COH lays down a minimalist carpet of synths and drum machines that use TG’s  “United” and Daniel Miller’s “Warm Leatherette” as templates. Most effective are the slow burn sarcasm of “Cryptoman” and the weary tango of “Wine of Love.” These are songs Brecht and Weill might have written if they had access to cheap keyboards and a primitive drum machine. Noirish, knowing and smart, the four songs on Will Laut are a speakeasy floorshow for the modern world. Highly recommended and hoping to hear more from this duo.

Andrew Forell

Niels Lyhne Løkkegaard and Quatuor Bozzini — Colliding Bubbles: Surface Tension and Release (Important)

Niels Lyhne Løkkegaard is a composer based in Copenhagen. On his latest EP he joins forces with the premiere Canadian string quartet for new music, Quatuor Bozzini, to create a piece that deals with the perception of bubbles replicating the human experience. In addition to the harmonics played by the strings, the players are required to play harmonicas at the same time. At first blush, this might sound like a gimmick, but the conception of the piece as instability and friction emerging from continuous sound, like bubbles colliding in space and, concurrently, the often tense unpredictability of the human experience, makes these choices instead seem organic and well-considered. As the piece unfolds, the register of the pitch material makes a slow decline from the stratosphere to the ground floor with a simultaneous long decrescendo.  The quartet are masterful musicians, unfazed by the challenge of playing long bowings and long-breathed harmonica chords simultaneously. The resulting sound world is shimmering, liquescent, and, surprising in its occasional metaphoric bubbles popping.

Christian Carey

[smuttyandabsurd]

(Never) Let Me Go (Prussia x Russia)

Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia Pairing: Prussia/Russia Rating: Explicit Word Count: 607 Additional Tags: Blow Jobs, Come Swallowing, Dubious Consent, Dubiously Consensual Blow Jobs, Possessive Behaviour

Summary: Ivan is gently possessive of Gilbert.

Originally a request on Tumblr.

Read it on AO3.

No sooner had the door swung closed, swallowing the room in gloom, Ivan pushed Gilbert up against the wall and kissed him.

Gilbert was thin. His body hung like a sack of bones in Ivan’s hands. His skin was stretched tight like a drum, white and skull-like, over his gaunt face. All of it had stood in sharp relief under the glare of the white fluorescents, and it had hurt Ivan to see him so.

So frail, so brittle…

“Fuck, Braginsky, that hurts!” Gilbert hissed against his lips.

Suddenly conscious of how hard he was gripping, Ivan loosened his hold and Gilbert veritably shrunk, the heels of his boots landing with a dull clomp on the wooden floorboards.

“Sorry,” Ivan whispered.

They stood staring into one another, red into violet, their eyes adjusting to the dark and their breaths filling the space between them in place of words.

Then, slowly, Ivan leaned in and breathed, “Can I touch you?”

A shiver ran up Gilbert’s spine and his eyes fluttered close, acquiescent.

Taking off his peaked cap and smoothing back his hair, Ivan leaned in and captured Gilbert in another kiss. Gilbert’s lips were cold, scratchy, and winter-chapped, but pliant. They parted easily as Ivan deepened the kiss.

It was a long moment before Gilbert pulled away for air. The back of his head thumped into the wall, causing his own cap to slide askew, and his Adam’s apple visibly bobbed as he swallowed. Ivan buried his nose into the crook of Gilbert’s neck and inhaled. Gilbert smelled of rain, cigarette smoke, and the acrid belch of diesel cars. He smelled of the city.

“Let me go,” Gilbert said dully.

Ivan ignored him. He plucked open the buttons of Gilbert’s great coat and slid his hands inside. Oh, but he was so thin…

He knelt in one smooth motion, propping his cap on the floor so his hands were free. He took Gilbert’s hands in his. They were red and raw from the cold and felt dry as paper. He circled his thumbs over the back of Gilbert’s hands in a gentle effort to warm him, comfort him.

Gilbert’s face hardened into steel as Ivan released his hands and undid the buckle of his belt.

There was no art to his ministrations. Ivan unbuttoned his trousers, opened his mouth, and took Gilbert into the cavern of his mouth. Gilbert’s hardening member slid in easily. Despite himself, a low pleasured sigh escaped Gilbert as Ivan began to suck in earnest. With his lips sheathing his teeth, Ivan bobbed his head shallowly, slowly taking in Gilbert’s length from tip to root.

“Braginsky…” Gilbert moaned. A plea.

It wasn’t long before Gilbert felt the beckoning of an orgasm which he fought to hold back, hoping against vain hope that Ivan would pull away, but he never did.

His white fingers carded themselves into Ivan’s hair and tugged. His nails dug into Ivan’s scalp, causing Ivan to let out a pained noise that was somewhere between a groan and a whimper, but the latter did not stop. Sensing that Gilbert was close, Ivan only quickened his pace.

Doubling over slightly, Gilbert managed to gasp out in between breathless pants, “I-I’m coming!”

Ivan tilted his head upwards as Gilbert’s release spurted thickly into his mouth. He swallowed greedily. It left a burning slimy-textured aftertaste as it slid down his throat, but he did not care. As Gilbert pulled away, he licked his lips.

Rising to his feet, he held Gilbert’s pale face in his large cold hands and kissed him softly, reverently.

Never, was his unspoken reply to Gilbert’s plea.

And Gilbert understood.

[chaosoftheages]

All About Me Post!

I'm giving y'all a full about me post because I have nothing better to do besides do random shit so here y'all go :3

Name: Autumn

Birthday: May 27th

Age: High School-aged, not saying exact age or grade

Gender: Non Binary!

Pronouns: They/Them

Sexuality: Aro-Ace

Relationship Status: Single

Nationality: German-American(My family immigrated from Germany; I also have some Italian, Dutch, Irish, Scottish, and Cherokee mixed in too I think. Idk my heritage is all over the place.)

Social Media:

My Tumblr! (Your here, so no link for you :3)

My AO3

My Wattpad

My Instagram

My Spotify

My Fanfiction.Net

Important Posts Abt My Fics!

OC LIST

Standalone Headcanons

Father & Son Headcanons

Father & Son Infection AU Status

Father & Son Infection AU: Stages Of Infection

AISC/F&S Death Count (don't ask why it's important. it's going here anyways)

Random Facts About Me!

I'm a Ravenclaw. They are said to be curious, creative, and eccentric. They are logical, rational, quick thinkers, and they value learning, wisdom, wit, and and intellect. They are also very academically motivated. Believe me. I have a necklace, a purse, a bunch of bracelets, a journal, and a fucking HOODIE for Ravenclaw merch

I was RAISED by Disney. I grew up on it. It's my life. My favs are Frozen, Moana, and The Incredibles.

I'm writing a novel! An actual novel. It's called Shadows Of The Unknown, and it's part of a true crime series I mapped out.

I'm learning French, German, Spanish, and Turkish through Duolingo(The goddamn owl is MOCKING ME I SWEAR TO GOD-)

I've been writing since elementary school. It's been a rough journey, that took me from the traumatizing Wattpad, to the complication FanFiction.Net, to where I am now on AO3.

I can play the piano, violin, and the steel drums.

I did cross country and wrestling in middle school. I could probably easily overpower you and outrun you depending.

I'm neurodivergent (ADHD)

I have PTSD(I'm a sexual assault/attempted R*pe survivor)

Favorites!

Favorites Colors: Blue, Black, White, Purple, Pink

Fandoms I Will Write For: Alan Becker, Stranger Things, Rick & Morty, Pokemon

Favorite Books: Adam Silvera's Death Cast books, Twisted Series by Ana Huang, Soul Snatchers by Jackie Egan, The Girl Who Survived by Lisa Jackson, Dog Man series by Dav Pilkey

Likes:

Friends

Writing

Reading

Music

Theater

Broadway

Beanies

AO3

Spicy Food

Summer

Fall/Autumn(hey it's my name :D)

Fears:

Atychiphobia- Fear Of Failure

Autophobia: Fear of being alone

Arachnophobia -Spiders

Claustrophia -Tight spaces

Genophobia- S*xual Intercourse

Spheksophobia- Wasps/Hornets

Apiphobia/Melissophobia- Bees

AO3 Fic Masterpost

Basically just the main series I write for.

Father & Son

Father & Son Infection AU (Link coming soon!)

Alan Becker AU's

Adventures In Stick City

I take fanfic requests and will accept fanart of Father & Son or my standalones I also take fanart requests if anyone wants me to draw them something. I cannot draw this bundle of silly sticks for shit(I can't draw for shit lol), but I'll do my best.

Autumn out!

[capesandshapes]

You're a Crisis of My Faith (2/2)

Summary:

The Berlint wall fell in 1989.

Damian Desmond found out that his whole life was a lie in 1990.

(AO3 Link) (Part 1 - Tumblr)

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Damian Desmond counted the seconds by the sound of drips in the coffee maker of his favorite café as his fingers absentmindedly drummed against his table, his mind mentally reciting lessons that Loid Forger had taught him during his training. In the back of his head, Loid’s voice was even there, explaining how he kept time by the ticking of the clock and nothing more, because if you were to watch the clock, others would grow suspicious.

Of course, others were already suspicious, considering the fact that he’d been there for five hours, and his coffee had already gone cold—Anya would be gone by then, he was sure. Five hours was more than enough time for her to come find him if she wanted to, five hours was longer than he should have waited. He knew that.

Just as he knew he would come home to an empty apartment.

Her things would no longer sit beside his. Her dirty clothing would no longer dirty up the halls. Her shoes would no longer sit on top of his, ever in his way and ever annoying him when he woke up to go to work in the mornings.

He should have been happy she was gone; instead, he was sitting there, wasting time and wishing that the steam would cling to his coffee cup a little longer.

In the end, Damian figured that he’d earned a little wallowing.

He loved her since he was six, long before hormones and social standings and all the little intricacies of the adult world began to seep in. Long before he could even think to kiss her.

He’d practiced with nine other girls before he kissed Anya, praying that he would fall in love with them instead.

She knew all of their names, documented their heights and ages in her dossier. She’d left them notes as well, speculating why he would want them in particular, what it was that made them important—basic intelligence gathering, really. Just one look at Loid’s reports made it clear that she was doing the bare minimum in those situations, and that she’d hardly cared to know more about them in the end—she’d never left a note on the reason why.

Anya never noted that he loved her. Damian couldn’t guess the reason why. The most he knew about how it all came into being was that W.I.S.E. had called for it.

W.I.S.E. had told her to befriend him to get close to his father, and they told her to date him to… Well, “the same thing it always was,” Damian flatly remarked, idly stirring his coffee with his spoon. “To Get close to my father.”

Never mind the fact that Damian wasn’t even close to begin with, or that in his briefing, he’d found that his father had tried to blame some of his later crimes on him.

It was all fake. It was all planned. From the moment his eyes met hers…

Damian sighed, finally allowing his head to fall as he admitted defeat. He couldn’t stay there all night, not when the older waitress kept looking at him the way that she did, with pity in her eyes like he was another one of those saps left sitting out alone waiting for a date that would never come—did she know who he was? That he was a Desmond, and Desmonds never lost?

Except when it came to pink haired women with green eyes and telepathy, he guessed.

“Crap,” Damian murmured, because the mere thought of her and just the way that she looked practically stabbed at his soul. He was losing a lot, he supposed, considering the fact that he was already missing someone who’d only just left. His eyes closed for just a second, his fists clenching and his jaw locking as he tried to clear his mind. He needed to forget her, to forget the way it felt.

He needed to steel himself against her and—

And—

Damian’s mind actually blanked as he opened his eyes, every single molecule of oxygen leaving his body as well as he took in the very minute change of scenery.

Papers.

A big, white stack of papers, several inches thick and sitting right where his coffee once was.

Damian blinked.

“These are dated a month ago,” Anya hissed as her teal nail stabbed in the direction of the date at the top of his briefing. Her hand only briefly rested there for a moment, so short of a moment that he almost would have thought it to be some sort of momentary daydream, before Anya moved to do what she always did—steal his drink. “This is cold,” she stated, her hand pausing on the handle, her voice so heavy with disgust that he could not help but look at her, only to see her pulling one of those faces again. “And I am tired of waiting. I’m drinking this as punishment.”

He gawked as she looked back at him and snorted, then gawked again as Anya, seeming to be a glutton for punishment, dumped his coffee down her throat and sat down across from him, her eyes alight with amusement, even as the rims of them rang red.

“Anya,” he tried, a small part of him wondering if she was here to gloat, but then she shook her head and rolled her eyes at him, her face alight with determination as she leaned forward and spoke once more.

“Damian,” she said, her leg stretching out under the table, and her ankle hooking against his. “A month,” Anya questioned, and while her features were innocent and her emotions were hidden from the untrained eye, her tone was full of mock concern as she leaned towards him. “I wonder what else you’re keeping from me?” She asked, the corners of her mouth creeping up as those green eyes surveyed him and waited, silently waited, for the one thing he would not have said.

And, of course, with reddened ears and that ever-disarming smile aimed in his direction, Damian could not help but give her exactly what she wanted.

“You’re coming home,” Anya said just a moment later, brightening further as she swung their intertwined legs under the table. Telepaths, god damn them. “You were worried about me—no! You missed me!” She grinned, her eyes alight with delight as she leaned towards him, ever the open book as relief rung just behind her cute, sunshiny demeanor. “You’re wondering if I love you—” Anya said, and Damian had to toss his head back not to say anything stupid at that moment in reply. “Really love you?” Anya said with a hint of a laugh, like the fact that she was there didn’t say enough, or the fact that she had kept on being there for a year and a half prior to her mission formally ending didn’t say enough. Damian might not have been a mind reader, but he could read between the lines far better than she could.

Ugh, he wanted to kiss her.

Ugh, he wanted to hug her.

Ugh, he wanted to bash his head into the table. He wanted to touch her, and that stupid look as she knowingly held out her hand between the two of them to catch his head if he acted out his impulses only made it worse.

“Don’t think you’re getting away with this,” Damian spoke, averting his gaze and rationalizing that she owed him for the hours and hours he’d spent; but of course, that was not what Anya heard.

What Anya heard was a simple and rather verbose: Fuck, I love her. Which, she supposed, was enough for now.

[mortifiedandawesome]

After numerous verbal and written complaints to my landlord for the last 2 years about a particular home of psychotic neighbors, surrounded by nutbar neighbors, several phone calls to the police for noise and domestic situations, I have had yet another sleepless night after a week of interruptions Monday Tuesday Wednesday and Saturday morning, due to chaotic noises that shouldn't be occurring from midnight to 5:00 a.m. and I have left a strongly worded note on their door.

Something that would have occurred after the first couple of infractions if I had the spine of anyone else, admittedly.

It is almost March and the door is decorated as if it were a giant Christmas present, and a large tag on the present explains how nobody should knock on their door. You would think these people are made of metal, breakdancing and fucking on steel drums from midnight to 5:00 a.m. and also they are also a furniture moving company which does not possess a dolly and they have to drag everything like magnified fingernails on a chalkboard, and they detonate everything with explosive bowling balls.

Earlier last spring, someone decided to start using their power drill at like 2:00 in the morning outside. Multiply that by almost every week, and that is the neighborhood noises.

To those who know me off of Tumblr, if I mysteriously die in a horrible meth- induced beating, my landlord will know who is to blame as will police records.

[today-only-happens-once]

Fanfic writer stats

@ironwoman359 posted her answers to some questions, and I've been missing being a fic writer, so I thought I'd take a crack at them! 1. How many works do you have on AO3?

Sticking exclusively to AO3 (not tumblr, where most of my supernatural and Sanders Sides fics reside; and not fanfic, where a host of others reside as well) then I've got only 32. But like I said: I've got a whole lot more than that floating around the internet.

2. What is your total AO3 word count?

Just on AO3, it's 183,417.

3. How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

Ever? Like 20 I think? Mysterious Benedict Society, Suite Life on Deck, The Outsiders, Suits, MCU, RWBY, Mass Effect, Suits, Phineas and Ferb, Iron Fey, Supernatural, Stranger Things, Luca, Sanders Sides, Percy Jackson, Avatar the Last Airbender, Witcher, Tangled, the Dragon Prince

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

5) in ways that can't be said (882 kudos) geraskier witcher fic. Geralt lives in a very dark and violent world. Good things are few and far between. He doesn't know what it means, really, to be in love. So when he falls in love with Jaskier, it happens slowly. Gradually. Reluctantly. Or, 10 moments where Geralt falls a little more in love with the bard no matter how much it scares him. (sequel to the next one listed actually but can be read independently)

4) it's what my heart just yearns to say (996 kudos) geraskier witcher fic. Jaskier’s a romantic at heart. So you would think he falls in love at first sight. But... when he falls in love with Geralt, he falls very, very slowly. Or, ten moments where Jaskier falls a little bit more in love with the Witcher, until he's really not sure when it started in the first place.

3) the driftwood and the rift (1218 kudos): geraskier witcher fic. It's been months since the mountain, and Geralt hasn't spoken to or seen Jaskier since. He certainly hadn't expected to run into the bard like this--fending him off in the woods, trying desperately to help him break out of the spell that has him slashing at Geralt's throat before one of them ends up dead.

2) out of focus (1821 kudos): ATLA fic. The actions of a Fire Nation admiral during a meeting causes some problems for Sokka. The words of that admiral causes some problems for Zuko. They try to take care of each other. [“What did the admiral mean,” Sokka blurts out without really thinking about it, “when he talked about insubordination?” Zuko freezes, the rag half-out of the bowl and his other hand still bracing Sokka’s (not quite holding it… far too gentle to be holding it). “What—uh. I, uh.” Zuko stops. Takes a breath. Tries again. He still doesn’t look up at Sokka. “When I was younger, I spoke out at a meeting.”]

clarity (2492 kudos): ATLA fic. Hakoda had been hearing rumors about the Fire Lord's son for years. That doesn't mean he is ready when the truth finally comes to light... especially when the truth only confirms the worst. Companion piece to "out of focus". Hakoda's perspective on those events.

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I try to! I just like the engagement with people who like my writing, because I work hard on it! I don't always get to them, though...

6. What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending?

I try to not write anything with particularly angsty endings. Almost certainly Man of Steel for the Outsiders is the fic I've written that I'm still comfortable having up and posted. It ends with Darry getting the news that Sodapop died in Vietnam, so.... that's pretty sad.

7. Do you ever write crossovers?

Never in earnest. I drummed up ideas and headcanons about a PJO/MCU Peter Parker/Danny Phantom/Hiccup are all college roommates.

8. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

I got hate on my very first fic once. It's not even still posted to the interwebs. I was 12. My big sister came to my defense.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Nope. No shade or hate though.

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge?

11. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Also nope! I have some hesitation on this front... Never say never! I just don't know that co-writing is the thing for me.

12. What's your all-time favorite ship?

I'm really, really partial to Geraskier even though I do not believe it will ever be canon. Tangled's New Dream will also always have a peice of my heart.

13. What's the first fandom you wrote for?

Mysterious Benedict Society.

14. What's your favorite fic you've written?

I think probably some of my best writing is in the Coming Home series (the two witcher companion pieces described above)

15. Do you have a WIP that still haunts you?

Not really. I certainly have abandoned fics. There was a RWBY one that showed promise and people enjoyed, but I had to step away from for personal reasons, and I've since left the fandom. There's an Outsiders one that I abanonded because I fell out of the fandom. A Sanders Sides one that I lost steam on.... it happens!