#unless i'm wrong somewhere

[firwhorl]

probably a lot of people are talking about it already, but:

even though i liked the end of Viktor's plotline a lot since it gave a chance to adress those underlying beliefs that were always driving him, all the glorious evolution stuff happened only because the arcane influenced his will so it feels pretty shallow?

sure, he always had those biases and they were just turned up to 11, but it'd have been more impactful to explore how those biases would've manifested through decisions he would've realistically made

[the-raindeer-king]

content warning: canon typical violence, injury, brief mention of reader's childhood, reader's callsign is Duckie. Enjoy my lovelies!

--- Simon Riley x Reader---

Things had gone sideways, as they tended to in Ghost's life. So fucking sideways, as the task force currently hunkered down in a shed, rain pounding outside. He fiddled with his gloves, as Price chewed out Gaz. Soap and you were huddled together in the opposite corner, quietly plotting something together. You let out a quiet laugh, slapping Soap's shoulder.

With a small smile, you left Soap, shuffling across the shack to wedge yourself into Ghost's side.

"What are you doing, Duckie?" He huffed, as you tapped your fingers against his hand.

"It's cold, and MacTavish said you're a furnace," you teased, glancing over at Soap, who was not discreetly taking pictures. The two of you made faces at each other for a moment, before you leaned back against Ghost.

"You know Morse code?" He asked, and the tapping stopped.

"Yeah, sorry. When Dad had outbursts, my brother and I would communicate through Morse code," you explained. 

"Never mentioned siblings."

You shrugged, picking at a loose string on your gloves. "No one asked. Figured we just didn't talk about our pasts, an unspoken rule."

"Bullshit. Soap talks about his mum all the time."

And you laughed, nodding. Ghost would kill to hear it for the rest of forever. If he could bottle it, to ride that high whenever he needed, he would. But life didn't grant him those luxuries. This high was short lived, as she began tapping again.

"Not much to tell," you sighed. "Asshole Dad. Mum wasn't around. I practically raised him." 

"Bet he's proud of ya."

You glanced up at him, frowning. Did he misinterpret your message? Or was he just being kind? Either way, your chance to ask vanished, as Price gathered their attention.

"I think I've got a decent enough plan," he sighed.

***

Well, if things had gone sideways earlier, then shit had officially hit the fan, as they hunkered down from enemy fire, Soap rigging something.

"Soap!" You shouted over the comms.

"Ten seconds," he snapped back.

"Now Soap!" Price snapped.

The next ten seconds happened slowly. You and Gaz covered Soap, as he launched the bomb. Your sharp inhale was the last thing over comms, before the building collapsed under the explosion, enemy fire ceasing. Ghost and Price stepped out from their cover, heading towards the rubble, until Soap shouted, "We need a medic!"

Both looked towards him, both letting out an expletive. You were leaning against Soap, hands pressed against your side, blood seeping out anyway. Turning pale, you joked, "Hope it wasn't important." And then you slumped over, nearly falling, if Soap hadn't caught you.

***

You woke up in the hospital, hushed voices outside. Your vision blurred for a moment, before the ceiling came into focus, the faint buzzing of lights following.Groaning softly, you sat up in the bed, ignoring the pain in your side. The world spun for a long moment, and you closed your eyes, hand against your head.

Blinking slowly, you took in your surroundings. Nothing noticeable special about the room, just a standard hospital room. If anything, the voices outside were much more important, but you couldn't make out what they were saying. With a soft sigh, you laid back down. Maybe you’d have your full bearings by the time someone stepped inside.

The door opened, closed with a soft click, and someone sighed. You sat up again, to find Ghost, staring down at you. You stare at each other for a moment, before Ghost breaks the silence.

"You're awake."

"Seems so."

And then he was gone, rushing out to get a nurse, the rest of the team lingering outside as you spoke to a doctor.

"You got lucky," he explained, flipping through your charts. "The bullet got lodged amongst your ribs, and missed anything important. Unfortunately, it did break three of your ribs. We've already removed the bullet,  but there is a chance for scar tissue. As for your ribs…" 

You drowned him out, thankful to be alive. Luckily, he was done quickly, especially under the gaze of Ghost. He informed you that you’d be staying for a few more days, to ensure nothing went wrong, before scrambling out of the room. The 141 quickly took his place inside it.

"Don't be giving Price any more heart attacks," Gaz teased, earning a slap upside the head. 

You laughed, wincing slightly from the pain that shoots through your side. "I don't plan on it." But you were smiling at them, glad everyone made it back safely. "Was… was someone yelling on our way back?" you asked, frowning. You really didn't remember much, but there were bits and pieces during your brief moments of consciousness on the way back.

Soap and Gaz glanced at Ghost, who remained silent. Price stepped forward, laying a hand on the bed. "There was a lot going on. Don't worry about it," he replied. He glanced at his watch, letting out a low whistle. "We have to go."

The other made quick goodbyes, glad you were okay. Ghost lingered in the door for a moment. He sighed, before whispering, voice hoarse with emotion, "Need anything?"

 "Maybe some company," you teased, smiling despite the situation. "Oh! And some chocolate! Preferably dark."

"Copy." And then he was gone.

By the time he returned, Soap in tow, one of the medics, a nice lady named Alice, was chatting with you.  "I don't know how you put up with them all the time! Garrick can be absolutely insufferable sometimes!" She laughed, waving her hand in the air.

"They're not bad all the time," you replied, smiling softly. You fiddled with the blanket, before softly adding, "They're good men."

Alice huffed, shaking her head. "Insufferable."

Ghost knocked on the door, altering them to the company. Alice's cheeks turned pink, and Soap pushed past Ghost , into the room, announcing, "We bought treats!" He was like a golden retriever, the way he bounded to the bed, eager to win over your affection.

Alice took this as an opportunity to leave, only pausing to whisper to Ghost , "Keep an eye on them, please?"

He just nodded, and she was gone, waving over her shoulder that Garrick wanted to have dinner together. Ghost turned back into the room, stepping inside so the door would close. The other two had already opened several bags of candy, goofing around as they played with it. Ghost huffed, adoration in his eyes as he watched them.

The time passed fairly quickly between the three of them, conversation flowing easily. Until Soap announced he had to leave, had some work to get done before the day was over. And then it was just Ghost and you. 

"So," he looked down at her with a sly smile, never one to miss an opportunity to tease you, "Johnny says you got a crush on someone."

"Oh, it's nothing," you laughed, waving a hand in the air. "Besides, he'll never like me back."

"Oh? Well, then he's a bloody blighter," Ghost stated, crossing his arms.

"Hey, don't talk about yourself like that." It was out before you could stop yourself. Before you could realize what those words confessed.

They stared at each other for a moment, tension palpable. Heat rose to your cheeks, and you opened your mouth to apologize, to take the words back and beg for forgiveness. But the words never made it. Not when Ghost perched himself on the edge of the bed, tugging his mask down to press his mouth to yours. His hands cradled your face, thumb rubbing against your cheek as he pulled away. 

"Oh."

He laughed, a soft rumble through the room. And this time, you were the one wishing you could bottle the sound up.

[neunhofferart]

Not sure if there's anything official- based only on a vaguely similar shape and location and seemingly supported by the map pictures released by Dreamworks TV recently, would Yaz's island be Frank Island in Yellowstone National Park? Only for JWE2 building reference purposes 😁

It's possible it was used for some visual inspiration, but I think the EXACT location in Wyoming was probably meant to be a little vague, as a fictional location.

[i-havenothingelsetopost]

genuine question, do you like maths?? i have a vague feeling i saw your post of tags or something that said something about it but i cannot figure out if it was in fact you or if it was even positive ahahah

Yeah that was me! I don't go looking for math problems, but when I happen to do them, I tend to enjoy it. Wasn't always this way — elementary school math was about speed and memorization and I hated that — but I had a really good teacher in upper secondary school, and it became about creative problem solving. It feels the same as writing a poem in meter or managing to untangle a really bad knot in a ball of yarn.

[skepticalcatfrog]

Guys I feel like I am trying to put together a puzzle out of pieces from one million different puzzles where no one full puzzle is present. I was looking at This Foul Murder today and I came across the part where Marshall describes Benedikt's eyes as being "brown-grey" and "ambiguous dark". I was already familiar with this because I am a frequent peruser of Benedikt's fandom wiki page. But I always just assumed it was mistaken on the wiki page, because I was 10000% sure I had read in the books somewhere else that his eyes are light colored/blue.

I absolutely SCOURED TVD for any mention of Benedikt to try to find an answer and I came up with nothing. Did I imagine this?? Have I created an alternate timeline where Benedikt underwent a change of eye color akin to Thalia Grace of the Riordanverse??

[quatregats]

Got to hate an application that tells you to have all your documents ready to start but then you can only find out what said documents are and get the links to the templates you're supposed to fill out by filling in half of the form :/

[darkdragon768]

Can Nintendo please make some of the outfits you can buy for your Mii in Pikmin Bloom real?

Like, look at this one:

This is so adorable! I want it so bad!! Look at all those silly guys!! It's so colourful!!

Or look at those:

You can't tell me I'm the only one who'd like to wear a hat in the style of your favorite pikmin!

Please Nintendo, I'd give you so much money 🥺🥺🥺

[erdasmcnonsense]

Okay I know it's not guaranteed by any means, and it's common enough for reds to survive a good while after turning red, but wouldn't it be funny if Martyn were to also be the first out of the game in Secret Life? The canary curse broken by the previous winner because the Watchers are just that done with Martyn's shit by now or whatever

[alchely]

I can't believe the fandom built a whole personality around König and Horangi just for me to go look at the source and find out their "backstory" is literally just 50 words each and a dream...y'all are something else...

[cherry-chaos-cola]

can things STOP HAPPENING TODAY

[fridgedeeznuts]

[iii-days-grace]

one of my professors had a saying, 'what do we do when we don't know what to do?' [a crowd of undergrads cheers] 'Research!'

it was partly practical to help us get used to easily use the various research databases and stuff, learn how to find papers, keep track of citations, etc

also generally for office hours, if we came to her, she asked that we have like one paper or something that we had found trying to answer the question ourselves [easier to figure out what we know then and how to help, but again to get us used to casually using our research tools and build our citations]

-

and just in a general scientific sense, if you don't know what the right answer is, it's not like class where someone knows and you have to guess and be wrong. a bad grade in science is just 'not getting funding'.

you are building new information, part of that is by definition making educated guesses and seeing where they fail. well-cited guesses ideally, but hypothetically speaking (literally) you also prepare to be incorrect about your guess.

[weaselle]

there are two kinds of cat dislike. The first is by people who don't understand consent and don't understand personal space and don't like having to change their own behavior even a little bit to make anyone else more comfortable, and honestly huge red flag there's nothing you can really do for those people except don't date them and probably don't be friends with them either.

BUT

the other kind of cat dislike is the "my dad hated cats until i got him a kitten" kind of cat dislike, and the funniest thing about this kind of person is that cats actually get along really well with them... because that kind of person usually acts like a cat.

and that's what usually wins the person over too. Because that person can be like "hey fine we can snuggle or whatever, okay this is actually kind of nice, OW FUCK YOU THEN GET OFF ME I HATE YOU" and to the cat this is a perfectly natural feline interaction.

a dog will usually be like "oh no, figuring out what has gone wrong or continuing this argument is now the most important thing in my day" You ever try to get a dog to leave you alone after they've done something like accidentally kick you in the face, or on purpose punch you in the stomach with both front legs? They turn in to one of those people who you ask to give you some alone time and they spend the next hour on the "are you mad at me" treadmill. Unless it's a husky or something, and then they're more like "ha ha, i'm not touching you i'm not touching you" about it.

Either way "get off me and leave me alone" is all about them.

But a cat? You're suddenly over cuddle time and need to be alone? you seem upset for no reason? normal shit, i'll check back later.

With a cat you can be snuggling and then jump up irritably and walk away and the cat will be like "hey! whatever. I'm gonna go do my own thing then". Try that with a dog? lol no. They need to know what's bothering you now, it is more important than ever that they be in your face

of course these are generalizations and there will be cats and dogs who react somewhere on the range of different to opposite to this, but. I've seen a few people who "don't like cats" wind up with a cat in their home, and it's hilarious how their similarities are what wins them over.

Because, like, you know who else doesn't like you at first and takes a long time to work out a personal relationship before being willing to be friends? you know who else is often totally over dealing with cat bullshit? cats.

So they just take it in stride, and in fact often wind up better friends with "i don't like cats" people than they do with people who want to be friends with them right away. And the person often winds up appreciating the cats willingness to understand "i don't like you right now, check back later"... with the end result being: besties for life

[shradsmanifestt]

These are the only things You need to know about manifestation :

Manifestation is not a process. You aren't trying to manifest anything. You are just accepting the fact that it's already yours.

Don't get stuck in the trying/learning phase, you don't need it to make sense. You don't need to know how/when/what. Just know that it's already done.

You make the rules in your reality. Stop asking if you can manifest this/that or why some coach was saying this and the other coach said the opposite. Don't accept what they say as true in your reality. What's the point of being the operant power in your own reality if you're just gonna go behind the latest technique/ fad some random person on the internet tells you to do.

The simplest way is the real way. Accept it as true in your reality. That's all there is to it. If you wanna affirm and persist do that, If you wanna do saturation do that, If you wanna listen to subs do that. There is no right or wrong way. Just accept the fact that it is already done.

To answer the question of how can I assume something to be true when it clearly isn't - How come you always assume the worst when it comes to stuff you want? Don't you assume how you're gonna be late somewhere before it even happens? Don't you assume that something's gonna go wrong before it even happened? Don't you overthink all sorts of shit without once knowing what's actually happening behind the scenes? If you can do all this shit with no proof whatsoever, you can assume what you want is true - if you really want it. I said what I said.

Don't be afraid to claim it as true. You aren't being delusional, You aren't aiming too high, No it's not that farfetched, It's okay to want what you want, It isn't impossible (unless you assume it is). Stop letting fear take over your power. If you can desire it you can have it.

More often than not people stumble upon manifestation because they are desperately trying to manifest something. Like their SP, or money or the job or appearance change or whatever it might be. Most people fail at manifesting what they want the most. In my personal opinion, it's because you're so busy "TRYING" to manifest it and just stuck in the process and have just too much resistance. You guys are never like - I have it, but instead like - I'm trying to manifest it. I'm manifesting this and that.

Change that. You are not gonna be stuck in that anymore. You are gonna decide now and here that it is already done. You have it. It is yours. NOT TOMORROW, NOT TWO WEEKS FROM TODAY, BUT NOW.

You have it now. If you can accept this, nothing can stop you from having what you want.

[mieczyhale]

Keep Pepper at the Library Update

Apr 19, 2025

Per SPCA: 

📰 READ ALL ABOUT IT! 🐾

Pepper the Library Cat Joins the SPCA Family

— As Told by Pepper Herself!

Hello, wonderful humans! 📚🐱

It’s me—Pepper, your favorite library cat, now reporting live from my new adventure! I’ve recently joined the amazing team at the SPCA, and let me tell you… it’s been quite the chapter turner!

While I miss my quiet book-filled corners, I’m settling in beautifully at my temporary home here at the shelter. The staff are kind, the blankets are cozy, and I’ve made some lovely new feline friends (yes, even Cricket—though she does hog the sunniest spot by the window).

I’m so excited to be part of the SPCA family, and I’ve got a favor to ask: we need your help! The shelter works hard to care for kitties like me, and they could really use some support from our amazing community. Whether it’s donating supplies, food, toys, or a little extra money, every bit helps us stay safe, healthy, and loved while we wait for our forever homes.

Speaking of which—I’m not quite ready for adoption just yet (a girl needs her time to settle in and prepare her royal debut), but keep those eyes on the SPCA's updates! When the time is right, I’ll be looking for my purr-fect forever home.

Until then, I’ll be here—spreading love, snoozing in sunbeams, and cheering on my furry friends. If you feel led to donate towards my care, or the care of my other furry pals head to the link below! 

https://www.hillcountryspca.com/donate

I'll reblog with any further updates

Keep Pepper at the Library

Pepper, a beloved rescue cat, has brought joy and comfort to Pioneer Memorial Library goers. However, she is now at risk of losing her home. We are writing to call on town and County officials to allow Pepper to continue living in the place she has come to know as home.

Pepper is not just a cat; she's become an essential part of our community. She provides companionship to library goers, fosters a welcoming environment, and encourages younger visitors to engage with the library. An American Library Association survey found that library animals, like Pepper, significantly improve the atmosphere of public libraries, making them more approachable and friendly spaces.

Click the link to read the rest of the post and sign, or just sign

Please help this beloved rescue cat keep her home 🐱💜

[cosmicgraves]

gonna be real honest, not trying attention seek or anything, and i know this blog is half-assed, and i'm an adult with adult life shit so i can't be here all the time...but literally not feeling anything but invisible within the tumblr rpc anymore. bet $5 i could solo my dean blog again, pop out a promo, and have everyone up my ass in a day...🙃🙃