#way more than she gets credit for and so love to see those gates of restraint snap

[itspileofgoodthings]

But Daddy I Love Him one of her most powerful songs of all time.

[tilthedayidice]

Hey welcome back to my BG3 Hot Takes

While I have your attention, here's a cool site to help Palestine, all you gotta do is click it daily.

This session was inspired by @lipsie, gettin me ttalkin way too much. Yes I am aware that the tadpole changes things, and they have to make it balanced for the game blah blah blah- let a bitch complain.

Screenshots sourced from the Baldur's Gate 3 Wiki

Gale is the only character I feel is spec'd correctly, He's smart but fiuckin stupid, he has autism rizz, mam could not lift any box you asked him to, the only reason his constitution is 13 is because he's been dealing with the Orb and he's used to it by now.

Karlach should start with 20 strength and you CANNOT convince me otherwise, her charisma should be higher also, she's a ball of sunshine and could put the fear of god into anyone, and the line "Gods I wanna ride you til you see stars" will never leave my brain. Give this bitch a 15. She do be a little dumb I'll give you that.

Shadowheart is just funny to me, How can her wisdom be a 17 when she's been cloistered away for so long? Her wisdom is only a 17 in ONE SPECIFIC SUBJECT, a subject where she's forced to give up her memories. Memories are where we get our wisdom. Wisdom is gained through lived experiences, I'd give you the 17 for endgame Shart, but not start of game Shart. I'll take the 8 CHA cause she's a bitch (said with love, me too babe) but she knows enough to get what and where she wants so I think we should nudge it up to like 10.

Lae'zel.... I think it's unfair to put Lae'zel's intelligence at 10. Her wisdom being low, yeah i get that she's been cloistered away in a society that believes its the only way, it's all she knows. But intelligence? No. She might know much about Faeruns culture and people, but she knows EVERYTHING about the stars. And there's far more of that than there will ever be of Faerun. She's the funniest person we know, give her 9 CHA.

Wyll my beloved, do you airbrush those abs on? Do you wake up every morning and contour them? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU DO!!!!!!!!! SO WHO'S THE ASS WHO DECIDED YOUR STRENGHT WAS A FUCKIN 8??????? THE BLADE OF FRONTIERS SHOULD HAVE AT LEAST A 13. He deserve a 15 but I know they won't give it to him. Lipsie and I were talking about him and they're right, WHEN WE DUMP THE BITCH HE SHOULD RESPEC INTO BARD.

Astarion..... oh Astarion.... you're such a disaster. Such a wet cat of a man. Such a pathetic little mew mew. I shit on him a lot, but I do really love his character and development lol. LESS STR MAKE HIM WEAK, he has been starved and living off rats and shame, he can have his measly 8 AFTER he drinks... uh "Thinking" Blood. His CHA being 10 is perfect actually no notes. I personally think his actual INT should be lower, not too much lower, maybe 11/12, I knooooow he was a magistrate, but you can't tell me he's not giving himbo... no what was that word on the meme graph? Himbim? Himbim.

Halsin.......... 10 STR? 10?!?!?!?! You built him LIKE THAT and give him 10 STR?!!?!?!?!?!?!?!? What in the nine hells...... Weaker than Karlach of course, but 10????? Give that man 15 at least 8 INT???????????? 8???????? LARIAN WHY DO YOU HATE HIM???? Is it because he isn't Gale? Mans has been studying the mindflayers on his own, he's been studying the shadow curse... on his own. HE'S A MASTER HEALER?!?!?! AN ARCHDRUID?!?!?!?!?!?!? That takes time, study, and dedication. You wanna assign him himbo so bad. He's just a whole well rounded man with autism,. (Not a dig on himbos, quite literally my favorite genre of Man). This is just 'cause he fucks isn't it.

Minthara she's so much smarter than Larian gives her credit for. While I agree with the WIS, that's more a product of being so closed off, Her INT is much higher. I'd give her a 14? She cunning, just because it's used for Evil deeds doesn't mean she hasn't been she hasn't put a lot of thought into her work. She lived in Menzoberranzan for Gods' sake. She had to be smart or be killed?!? She's said so on multiple occasions! Just because she's Evil aligned doesn't mean she not smart. (She's just as smart as our average Bear according to Larian)

Minsc...... First off let me say that I love that they chose this image. A Bad Bitch. Anyways, anyone who doesn't find that dumb happy face charming is either lying or literally has a stick up their ass.... 12 CHA. Also why is he so weak? I know he isn't like actually weak... but mans chunked that mimic? Let him have 14.

Jaheira I'll give you the 10 STR, she's complained about her knees like three times in my most recent session. 8 INT? So what I'm getting here.... is anyone not an origin character is just baseline 8? Lazy. Especially considering she was ALREADY GIVEN STATS IN TWO PREVIOUS GAMES. In both BG1 and BG2 she has an intelligence of 10, and if anything she's only gotten smarter over time. I wasn't gonna do this... but left is 1 right is 2.

15, 14, 17, 10, 14, 15, and 15, 17, 17, 10, 14, 15

Make it make sense. I know she's old at this point, but in my game she killed Sarevok again so idk man.

Rip me apart in the notes ;)

But do it nicely...

[animehouse-moe]

Bucchigiri!? Episode 1: Merge?! Fall in Love with Fortune Bang Bang Chicken!

An anime about a high school kid taking in a Majin so that he can lose his virginity? Created by the same person that made Sk8 The Infinity? Say no more and sign me up because this first episode was an absolute riot! Though, there do exist a few caveats.

And the biggest of those is that this is a Mappa production. If it was Bones I'd feel far more at ease, but Sk8 The Infinity is taking those resources so the production landed elsewhere. I'm hopeful, and will try to remain so throughout this series, that Mappa will keep things together, but even though the episode looked and felt really good, the staff lists are a bit concerning.

This image is all directors for the episode. The left shows a rare animation layout director credit, but the rest comprise all the animation directors, a total of 17 of them.

Thankfully, they key animator credits are much more reasonable, so I don't have near the same concerns as some of the JJK episodes, but the ADs are definitely keeping me on edge.

But I really don't want to talk about the negatives with how deeply enjoyable this first episode was, I want to talk about the good stuff!

Like the combination of longtime Trigger associated color designer Kakita Yukiko getting on like a house on fire with art director Suzuki Kurumi. The pair give the world of Bucchigiri!? an incredibly strong and appealing identity right out of the gates that emphasizes the disarray and disrepair of the town that our main character Arajin returns to.

Similarly, character designer Kagami Takahiro brings some incredible personality out in great detail, but also has been able to help draw out the best of the humor in their designs. They're impressively flexible, able to melt from their more detailed originals into very expressive vehicles for the series comedy.

I know I really should say something about Utsumi's boards in this episode, but being an introduction to the content, and being so focused on comedy I don't really have much to say. Utsumi does a great job of creating boards that allow the episode to express itself. She doesn't guide the viewer or inject value of her own into the expression of each scene, and while that can be disappointing in some cases, it's really what something as intensely creative as Bucchigiri!? needs to set the stage, to provide a tone that viewers can internalize.

Though it's also important to realize that this is Utsumi's world in the first place, so she deserves credit for the confidence of really messing with it. Changing color schemes, mixing around character designs and motion, even the art style itself is putty in her hands. Every aspect remains fluid and malleable under her supervision, and it means that Bucchigiri!? is left with near limitless potential.

But of course potential means nothing without a purpose, and while Arajin's stated purpose is to lose his virginity, it's obviously more than that going on.

Namely, this stretch of the series seems ready to focus on Aarajin and Matakara's long lost relationship.

The idea of moving on and improving as a person is very much the core idea between the two of them, but those ideas are expressed very differently.

Where Arajin is all about the easy way out and luck and whatnot, Matakara's immediately expressed as being someone who's put in the time and effort to shape himself into who he believes the old Arajin would be proud of. It's a great dynamic that expresses much deeper character motivations between the two, and promises a wonderful and emotional buildup and breakdown as friends. I really can't wait to see how Utsumi approaches their relationship.

And then there's the action. I'm actually surprised it took me this far to talk about it, but it's promising to be deeply enjoyable. Equal parts excessive and accurate, much like every other aspect of Bucchigiri!?, Utsumi is promising a very subjective and expressive approach to it, as is evident with this sequence ending the episode.

It's the perfect explanation for what drives this series, really. Heavy and gritty, it dives into Arajin's character, providing a solid foundation to build out from in all sorts of shapes and forms. Taking humor in stride, it brings a powerful and promising end to the episode that we'll no doubt be further built upon as we continue deeper into Arajin's story.

So yeah, Mappa might be showing signs of a struggle with things like nearly 20 animation directors, but more than I have faith in them, I have faith in the fact that Utsumi will refuse Mappa the ability to disappoint with Buchigiri!?.

So of course I'm going to be looking forward to the next episode!

[booksteaandtoomuchtv]

Engineered by Fate (2/?)

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Summary: Emma's life is going according to plan. She finished her degree a few years ago, landed a stable job that she excels at, and spends her evenings in the dance studio with a great group of friends. But her love life is a bit of a mess that she would like to ignore.

Fate has other plans when she is dragged on a week-long factory tour and continuing education trip at work. What was meant to be a one-night fling turns into something that may change Emma's life forever.

Rating: E

Tag list: @anmylica, @deckerstarblanche, @elfiola, @goforlaunchcee, @jrob64, @kmomof4, @pirateswhore, @stahlop, @teamhook, @tiganasummertreee, @undercaffinatednightmare, @xarandomdreamx, @zaharadessert (let me know if you want to be added or dropped)

They were three hours into their forty-five-minute layover. The gate agent had begun announcing increasingly less reassuring status updates. The last one had been, "They are performing maintenance on the plane's wiring.” Comforting.

When Smee, the seat thief, asked if Emma would join him and Killian, the pretty one, for a drink while they waited for the plane to board, she didn’t hesitate - a bit of time travelling at the bar sounded like the best way to get through this endless layover.  

The nearest bar was surprisingly busy for half ten on a Monday night, so they huddled around the only available stool. The soothing scent of cedarwood and the ocean breeze made Emma very aware of how close she was standing to Killian. His arm brushed against hers and he sent her an apologetic smile. The sincerity in those bright blue eyes sent a jolt of…something… through her body. She had a sudden vision of those eyes holding hers as he entered…Shut it down, right now. 

She tore her gaze from his before he could read her wildly inappropriate thoughts and glared at the half-empty cup in her hand as if it, rather than her recent break-up and several-month dry spell, was to blame for her filthy mind. Although the way he had rolled up the sleeves of his shirt to reveal his forearms and had unfastened the top buttons so that she could see a hint of dark hair curling on his chest was not exactly making it easy for her to keep her thoughts pure. 

She tried to focus on the conversation around her, but couldn't find the energy to feign interest in discussing collegiate sports. The downside to being one of few females in her office and on this trip was almost certainly the fact that most non-work conversations centred around college and professional sports. She was knowledgeable enough to keep a conversation moving but it took energy that she just couldn't muster up after hours. 

“Are you excited to get a year of continuing education credits in one week?” The question was harmless, innocent, and a bit of a desperate reach for something to discuss. But the way he had asked it with his voice low so only she could hear his words and as if he wanted to know her answer to this silly question more than he wanted for anything else had given flight to butterflies in her stomach. 

“Oh, no. I’ve just heard the cheese is good in Wisconsin.” Emma answered dryly, keeping her voice low to keep her nerves out of the words.

He flashed a breathtaking smile and hid it entirely too quickly behind his glass. “This will be a long week if you are just here to try out cheese.”

“It is going to be a long week no matter my incentives.”

“Fair enough.” Killian granted. “So, what category do you fall into?”

At the blank look Emma gave him, he continued. 

“Archie says that he brings contractors, owners, architects, and engineers on these trips. I fall into the ‘engineer’ category.” 

“And where would you put me?” Emma challenged playfully, but she was genuinely interested to see where Killian thought she fit. 

“Well, you’re not an architect,” Killian answered immediately with absolute certainty. 

“Oh, and what makes you think that?” Emma was not an architect but was not sure if she should be offended by his quick and absolute response or pleased with it. 

“I am certain of it. Architects are,” he paused, worrying his bottom lip before continuing, “well, you just are not an architect. You’re a bit too professional,” he gestured at her suit slacks and button to clarify his meaning, “to be a contractor. So, you are an owner or one of those rare unicorns.” 

“Hm, or maybe I am a well-disguised architect.”

“You’re not an architect,” Killian murmured almost as a reflex as he debated internally over her owner or engineer status. “I’ve got it. I have indeed sighted a unicorn. You are an engineer.” 

Emma laughed, feeling flattered despite the ridiculousness of it all. 

“I’m right, aren’t I?” Killian’s eyes danced with triumph and genuine excitement. As silly as this game was, he seemed truly delighted to have made her smile. 

“No. Actually, I am turophile. I convinced Archie to bring me along for the trip through blackmail.”

“Oh? And what kind of blackmail could anyone possibly have on Archie?” Killian raised his eyebrow, which enhanced the silliness of their conversation. 

“I cannot give you that kind of power over Archie,” Emma deflected.

“I promise to only use it for good.” 

“Your promise means very little to me; I hardly know you.”

“Hm, that is something I hope to change,” Killian muttered almost to himself, but the promise in those words sent a shiver down her back. Even if she wasn’t sure which bit he intended to change. Before Emma could ponder it further, Killian spoke again. “Where do you work? Savannah doesn’t have many engineering firms, especially in this industry.”

“I never said I was an engineer,” Emma answered, her eyes bright with humour.  

“You know, Emma, you’re something of an open book,” Killian teased. “So, I don’t need you to confirm it. I read it.” 

Emma rolled her eyes. Killian smiled brightly - as if the highest compliment that anyone could pay him was to roll their eyes at something he’d done. This was, perhaps, the most wonderful and silly conversation that she remembered having. Yet, it felt warm and comfortable. 

Conversations weren’t warm and comfortable for Emma. She was usually trying to make sure she was listening and planning what the right thing to say would be and trying to hold back from interrupting or wondering what to do with her hands or wishing she would stop saying so much as the words spilt out of her or… well, conversations, especially conversations with new people, were always difficult. This hadn’t been difficult. 

Even as quiet fell between them, it was companionable. It was the quiet of two old friends, happy to be together after too long apart in a world that was far too loud. And that scared Emma. What the Hell was happening?

As if he could sense something amiss in her head, Killian interrupted her, “So, where did you go to school for that not engineering degree?” 

Glad for the distraction and thrown off by whatever was happening, Emma granted him an easy answer, “Georgia Tech. You?”

“Clemson. But, I moved back home after college and went to Savannah to finish up one of my projects and decided to stay. How’d you end up in Savannah?”

“Oh, I worked at a small consultancy through college and work there full-time now.” It was the barest tip of the truth iceberg; beginnings were not the time to trade stories about relationships that turned toxic and the dreams and hearts they left broken in their wake. Killian nodded in acknowledgement of her answer, but in the depth of his blue eyes she saw the companion of her pain. He was holding back, too, she realised, and for similar reasons.

“If you could have any animal feature, what would you want?” Killian asked in the same way he had asked what university she had attended. As if this was the natural next question to continue their conversation.

A surprised laugh escaped from her, “What?”

“I would want a snow leopard tail,” Killian answered.

“Why?”

“Why not? They are so majestic and useful. Okay, I haven’t figured out what all I could use it for, but I want one.”

“You’d never fall again,” Emma suggested. 

“Exactly! See? Useful.”

“Ok, um,” Emma started and stopped immediately to consider the question. “What if I want to be able to transform into an animal for a while?”

“Sure.”

“A dragon because I could fly or breathe fire or nap without being disturbed now that knights no longer exist.”

“Dragon also do not exist,” Killian pointed out.

“Neither do grown men with leopard tails,” Emma noted.

“Good point,” Killian conceded. He set his empty glass on the bar top and ordered another round for them. They continued their strange, almost whimsical, conversation until the gate agent welcomed them onto their connecting flight. And when Killian boarded the flight, he took the seat next to Emma. 

[aeoneris]

part 2 of me being unhinged with a freecam mod for mhrise on pc. documenting my fun observations of things u don't normally see. this post is for kamura village, and there is a lot more here than in the elgado post so please enjoy

just wanna point out how the instructor eats dango through his cowl. i love him with my whole heart

so i recently looked through the base rise artbook and it mentions how there's supposed to be an entire residential area behind the tatara forge in the main plaza. well... it turns out a majority of it is modeled, but it's inaccessible. the housing district is where the villagers live, but it also has buildings that caters to visitors such as aristocrats and outside hunters

here's a clear shot of what it looks like inside those barely open doors in front of the forge, behind elder fugen. shout out to these two smithies... they're the real ones

this is a view of looking into kamura from outside the front gate, i just thought it'd be neat. if you turn the camera around and try to leave kamura you just run into layers and layers of tree textures until you clip through and see the skybox lol

at the buddy plaza. a nice shot of the entrance to the training grounds, with the palamute statues leading you to it. fun fact, if you look at the buddy plaza before going in, it's shrouded in a black screen to make it look foggy/obscured from the outside

a close up of the wirebug hives where the villagers raise them. sometimes they land and they look completely different from when they're flying (because they stop the iconic glowing?), it reminds me of the jewel bug model in animal crossing lol

rondine's ship is surprisingly detailed when you get to see it from a different angle. she has an open air bed with a bookshelf over it, and in the open door below, there are two hammocks for her felynes in the room which is so cute (forgot to take a pic of them)

if you turn the camera around, rondine has an actual clear photo of herself and the two felynes hanging on a wall

here's one of my favorite discoveries, chino's paintings are actually of previous game's areas like bherna and yukumo! and if you look at what chino is currently painting, it's a wip of the toadversary

at the training area, if you look at all those moving targets, there are felynes running back and forth placing new targets and boxes

i tried to move the camera outside of the entrance of the training area while i was in there, a lot of stuff isn't visible but weirdly the palamute statues are still fully modeled (understandable) even though i don't even think you can see them from the dock

at the guild hub. this is how it looks like inside otemai's dango shop

when you wait for a while, hojo starts yeeting messages at minoto... if you look at what he's holding before he throws them, it's drawings of rathalos. they're all rathalos lol (if you move the camera behind minoto and watch her catch them, she actually puts all the papers under her desk and they load out of existence once you can't see them)

just a shot of these guys because i appreciate them and found out there's a subset of nakago oshi which is so powerful

so if ur inside the guild hub nothing rly loads past that gate beside minoto...

but if you're outside, it leads to the place where hinoa is singing in the credits. nice wedding venue. just saying that for no particular reason

inside your house... there's some baskets hanging above the hearth with herbs in them. just thought they were neat

if you were wondering about him... yes. fukashigi is fully modeled behind the wall. his teacup is stuck to his hand in a weird way too lol

lastly, enjoy your housekeeper in your bathtub with your low res cohoot rubber ducky

[just-here-with-my-thoughts]

It’s so hard to pick from your WIP list!!! Can I hear more about nightmares, diamonds, and bdhb-fairground date? (And bdhb-smut if you wanna 😂)

It seems greedy to ask about FOUR options for the WIP game (that is more than a third of the options on offer!) but seeing as @probadbatch also asked about the Beach Days and Hair Braiding series, I shall indulge you :P

Nightmares is your own request anyway, so you know the premise! It's based off a throwaway line in "Forget I asked", and will eventually result in Hunter being there when Crosshair wakes from his nightmares, even if their own relationship is still rocky at the time. But you can't have Crosshair being comforted by Hunter without contrasting it with the time he has spent alone...

Crosshair woke with a flinch, arms instinctively coming up to shield his head. Protect his eyes. His enhancement made him useful, an asset. It was the only thing keeping him from decommissioning. No. Wait. This wasn't Kamino. Panting to full wakefulness as tremors of adrenaline shot through his limbs, Crosshair peeled himself up from the hard cot and steadied himself with a palm on the wall. The sleek rasp of durasteel scraped under his clawed fingers. Breathing through his mouth, he tasted the chemical tang of disinfectant in the recycled air. If he listened, he could hear the erratic night-cycle breathing of other prisoners in cells out of view of his own. Blinking away the last vestiges of the nightmare, his vision cleared enough to focus on the barred gate that sealed him in. He let his gaze track over the scuffs and pits he knew by heart, those small details intimately familiar to him. He’d had nothing to do all this time except stare at the wall, trying to stay sane even as despair eroded his will to do so.

TechPhee Diamonds is inspired by a conversation/challenge to find a way to feature my own Specialist Subject in a fanfic somehow! So what better way than to have Tech and Phee debating the merits of natural vs synthetic diamonds?

Of course Tech is arguing that chemically, physically, optically, a synthetic diamond is identical to its naturally occurring counterpart. Phee just doesn't see the romance in it - not compared to a natural treasure of the earth, grown millions of years ago under the ground, then brought to the surface in a volcanic eruption and weathered from it's host rock for some lucky person to find.

In the end, she promises that if he gets her a big enough diamond, she won't even ask where it came from :P

Beach Days series below the cut! (Cloneshipping here, don't like? Don't click!)

I mean firstly credit also goes to my co-creator @ninjadeathblade because you wouldn't have had this series at all without them!

I was asked about the BDHB series last time this game went round so you can find a bit more info Here :)

As for my current WIPs? We're half way through Fairground Date; the rest of the planned chapters are 5: Drop Tower, 6: Splashdown/Sideshow Games, 7: Tunnel of Love and 8: Fireworks. Sneak peek for upcoming chapter 'Drop Tower' below :P

“Remind you of waiting to drop into a combat zone?” the other clone asked, his voice a low rumble, Hunter could only pick his words out thanks to his enhanced senses – this was clearly a comment Crosshair was making for his ears alone, not as general conversation. He shivered as Cross’ long fingers skimmed across the skin of his palm, sensitive despite years of callouses. Despite how small the point of contact was, it set up a delicious feeling throughout his entire body. “That’s how I felt… waiting to come and see you today,” the sniper continued, lips barely moving. He was facing straight ahead, but the gentle action of his hand tracing Hunter’s told him he had his full attention. “How I’ve felt every time I thought about you since… that night.”

Interlude (505) and Laundry Day are officially in development as the next 2 stories after Fairground Date. It's probably going to be a while before any of the disparate snippets in the WIP doc currently titled 'BDHB smut' reach the story but I certainly don't plan for it to stay as cute hand-holding forever...

"Fuck." Hunter bit out the oath, tears welling and beading on his lashes as he scrunched his eyes closed. "Cross, it's too intense..." Crosshair stilled their bodies, waiting for a moment as Hunter gasped. "Do you want to stop?" "No," he whispered brokenly, pressing his forehead to Crosshair's. Fighting the urge to move, Crosshair stayed where he was, long fingers pressing divots into Hunter's hips but waiting for the signal to continue. After a moment Hunter hiccoughed something that sounded on the edge of a sob, and Crosshair drew his head back in soft horror. "You're crying," he rasped, voice curling with guilt. "Hunter, we don't have to do this-" "I want to." Hunter cut him off, a laugh shuddering through him as he lifted his arm from Cross' shoulder, swiping his forearm across his face to dry his tears. "I want you." There was a note of self-frustration as he shook his head. "It's just..." He trailed off, lifting his face to fix Crosshair with a gaze that glowed with devotion. "It's you. It's really you." After a moment Crosshair moved his hands on Hunter's sides, a soothing stroke. "You're okay. I've got you."

Listen smut is just a vehicle for two characters to have a really strong connection to each other, by the time they reach this point the boys have been through a lot together to get this far. I have been staring at this for far too long agonising over what to share from this wip; there's definitely *sexier* stuff than this but their eventual, emotional, long-awaited first-time seemed like the best option :)

[gaybd1]

Chris Watches My Neighbor Totoro for the First Time

* I think I’ve seen merch of this guy but I know nothing else at all about this movie. Is he really someone’s neighbor?

* Boring beginning credits okay

* Gorgeous scenery right out the gate

* Still can’t get used to the frame rate I’d these movies but I get it

* Do all Studio Ghibli movies start with someone moving to a new house? 2 for 2 so far

* WHY DOES THE GIRL NEED TO HIDE FROM THE POLICE MAN

* I love the scenery in these movies because I know it’s Japan but it looks a lot like Taiwan and it’s just nice to see in like a popular movie?

* Oh, the orange and yellow child is a girl too, okay

* I do really love how these movies like capture the little mundane experiences of childhood

* Lmao the girl is crawling around with her shoes still on, not touching them on the ground and it’s the EXACT way I still love around my house if I’m on the way to work or something and forgot to grab something in the house

* okay so FIRST of all those are the exact same little black things they’re gonna use later in spirited away lol and also did THAT GIRL (mei) JUST STICK HER FINGER IN THE SCARY MONSTER CRACK

* why must the old people look so scary in these movies

* Starting to think this is less of a My Neighbor Totoro and more of a My ROOMMATE Totoro situation

* But where is he

* Little kids taking a bath with their dad, so sweet. I like this dad and he must be protected

* I do like how timeless this movie is. I love when you can’t tell what year it’s supposed to be

* Aww the mom in the hospital this whole family must be protected, the interactions feel so organic and authentic

* Finally some cute little rabbit guys!!

* ok fuck this big thing is so cute

* Is it Totoro???

* Don’t love the noises me makes

* This girl has no self preservation instincts that’s been made clear

* ok so they’re all Totoros and mei is crazy?

* omg totoro just chilling at the bus stop I’ve def seen that before

* But I’m really getting worried about the dad at this point

* CAT BUS WTF SOMEONE IN MY NEIGHBORHOOD DRIVES AN EXACT REPLICA OF THIS AND I JUST THOUGH HE WAS A FURRY OH MY GOD

* I want Russian nesting dolls but they’re just totoros

* wow they’re just such fun little guys

* FUCK NOT THE MOM why does this need to get tragic I was having so much fun

* oh phew okay I thought she died

* SATSUKI NO don’t take it out on your sister

* oh my heart, this got so real so fast….

* everyone looking for Mei, don’t me dumb, we know she’s with Big Totoro

* lolol that couple was like “wow you’ve walked so far! well, bye!”

* I relate to Big Totoro bc I also am Fat and Love To Sleep

* never smile again Totoro I’m begging u that was so creepy

* Inside of the cat bus?? Also creepy. Love that the destination can change though

* I would have had nightmares about the cat bus as a kid

* Typical 80s movie Unnecessary Ending Song

Okay yeah that was really cute and wholesome and I actually liked it better than Spirited Away

[tobiasdrake]

Impromptu Story Time just outside the walls is over; Back to infiltrating.

See? What'd I say. We're inside the gates now, because nothing is ever locked to a sufficiently determined burglar. And at this point, we have a lot of experience burgling things that shall not be burgled.

Oh good, they're opening the front doors for us. That's always a good sign.

I'm sympathetic to your motives but factionally opposed to you nonetheless. Get out of the way or we're going to have to do the violence.

Credit where it's due, that is a fire comeback.

This is not a conflict that can be solved diplomatically, Brugaves. Get out of the way or we do the violence. Those are the options. Pick one.

I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a little intimidated about fighting our mentors. But also, we killed Torment so I have a big well of confidence to draw from.

Did you just try to pull "Control your hysterical sibling" on us!?

Oh, I am about two seconds from taking "Step aside" off the list of options and going straight to the violence. Zale does not speak for me. I sometimes speak for him. That's how our dynamic works.

Wait, we're in time to thwart the waking ritual? Good to know. Thanks for that tidbit.

Now choke on my staff.

I want you to know that this brings me no joy.

...

Okay, actually, this brings me some joy because it's very nostalgic. Despite everything, there's a strong sense of "If things were different I would very much love to be having this sparring session with you." This is fun in a tragic way.

But things aren't different so fucking back down already.

Oh shit. Right. Stalling for time. I walked my bloodthirsty ass right into that.

It's okay. We can make up for this. There's no time inside the castle so, logically, it's impossible for enough time to pass that the ritual is completed. Therefore, I hereby demand that the Dweller ritual remain suspended in-progress indefinitely.

...

Okay, I think the metaphysics heard me. We should be clear to take our time now. That's how it works, right?

Honestly, this place would just seem like your basic tinkerer's workshop if not for all the organic Dweller gunk infecting the clockwork.

I wonder what the Watchmaker thinks of all this crap getting on her lovely mechanisms?

OH MY GOD THEY LOOK LIKE LITTLE WORKSHOP ELVES

But it's actually eternal child labor! Which. In a way. Is kinda what workshop elves are too. Huh.

Well, in any case, it looks like we've found Cael and his crew. Let's see if they want to help us really piss off Aephorul.

...okay, you are not what I anticipated when I was told there'd be immortal children in this workshop.

You know what, you're right. I have a talent for pissing people off and making unnecessary threats. You do the talking, Garl. You're pretty much the master at inoffensive diplomacy.

No amount of skill points can defend against a Nat 1. That will do, Garl. Let me take over.

Yeah, but you own it. You've got this whole Ancient Gnome Head Researcher vibe that's working for you, and you're leaning into it. The outfit really brings it together. 10/10 Brilliant fashion choice.

Yeah, Teaks told me how that works. Though I'm surprised that the castle doesn't let you mature but does let you age. The rules of magic are obnoxiously arbitrary sometimes.

Oh shit. He's calling you out, Serai. Does your mystery secret have something to do with this place? Are you the Watchmaker or something?

Oh, we're just going to breeze past that. Okay.

That's fine. I'm even more curious than ever but I do trust Serai. I mean, if she had any ill intent, she could have slit all of our throats while we slept and then portaled away before anyone was the wiser. Instead, she tried to thwart Strife's revival and helped us kill Torment.

She has earned more than enough leeway to come clean about her secrets on her own time or keep it to herself forever.

[butterflydm]

wot on prime rewatch: 1x08 the eye of the world (part 1)

spoilers through the end of season one of the wheel of time. I will do a reblog of this soon after I post it, with additional book-related spoilers.

1. Aaah, this opening. All in the Old Tongue! LTT is SUPER-HOT. The way we can see that the clothes they’re wearing here are kinda modern-ish with a twist. There’s so much visual information in this opening, in addition to the actual lore that we learn in the discussion between Lews and Latra. Just... opening up with “3000 years ago” and straight into a made-up language!

2. I like the design of Lews Therin’s house here. It does evoke a sense of grandeur, with those tall archways and columns, and there’s a lot of light coming in from every angle, and a nice tree inside the house. And the little (for now nameless) baby and us moving from the nursery and showing off that 3000 years ago was FUTURISTIC with flying cars, etc. And that the show itself is set in a post-apocalyptic world. Really nice reveal.

3. After the credits, we’re in the Blight with Moiraine and Rand.This is just a short scene to show that they are dealing with a place of rot and danger. Rand is, I think, feeling in over his head right now.

4. Back in Fal Dara, Perrin talks Egwene out of trying to chase after Rand into the Blight. They both talk about how they love Rand, check in with each other emotionally that this recent fight hasn’t impacted their friendship, and then have some consoling hugs. Very sweet scene.

5. During a rest stop, we learn that Rand and Lan talked off-screen at some point, and Lan told him that he’s from Malkier. Rand tries to do some emotional bonding with Moiraine over leaving the people they care about behind, but Moiraine is Not Ready for that kind of emotional commitment when she’s walking to what she believes to be her death. Or, honestly, ever in general.

6. Lan and Nynaeve share a moment, and she says that she’ll help him go after Moiraine and Rand, but he needs to bring Rand back when he does. Moiraine, of course, is his priority there, but... will she always be? Lan then tells Nynaeve that he admires her deeply, but also kinda shuts the gate on the idea of them being a couple. Makes sense to me -- from Lan’s PoV, Moiraine was able to use his affection for Nynaeve as a way to go off on her own, without respecting the choice that he made years ago to share in her dangers with her. So I get why he’s shutting a door that was only just opened with Nynaeve. His commitment to Moiraine and, you know, also saving the world means a lot to him.

7. Moiraine gets stabbed in a dream, and Rand confronts, ah, the Dark One, all flaming eyes. I wonder who he thought was the Dragon, since he says here that he DIDN’T think it was Rand. I’m gonna go with... Perrin. I think Moiraine was hoping it was Egwene, and that the Dark One thought it was Perrin (for book spoiler reasons that I will mention in the reblog). Both Rand and Perrin had individual dreams that we were shown, but Rand’s dream was a lot more chaotic than Perrin’s (literally everyone else was wandering around in his dream) and Perrin’s dream felt much more focused. That might reflect the Dark One being more focused on Perrin than on Rand.

8. Rand immediately shoots an arrow straight into his eye. Love that for him. The Dark One then pulls off his charred face by pushing in the arrow and just looks like a regular person. Anyway, arrow to the eye doesn’t work (at least not in whatever kind of dream this is). This actor is really really good (yes, I say that about pretty much all the acting on this show. But it’s all been really good!) and, right away, he shows a pretty deep familiarity with the past Dragon -- saying that Rand looks ‘nothing like him’, reaching out to touch his face, etc. Rand is, of course, pretty freaked out by all this. And the Dark One just talks very casually to “Lews Therin”. “Finally having a conversation once again.”

9. The Dark One negs Rand by telling him how pathetic it is for him to come here with just one Aes Sedai. I mean, gosh, put in some effort, Lews Therin, lol. He questions if Rand has ever even touched the Power (...not intentionally) and Rand pulls out a sword and points it at him. I mean, that’s kinda an answer all on its own. Anyway, Rand stabbing himself here is very logical from what he’s seen -- he assumes that he won’t ‘really’ get hurt (and doesn’t) because, well, he shot an arrow into someone’s head and they didn’t really get hurt. and I love that the Dark One is just kinda exasperated that Rand stabbed himself.

10. Much like Moiraine didn’t want to talk about how it felt to leave Lan behind with Rand, Rand doesn’t want to talk about his dream with Moiraine. Still processing everything that happened, I’m guessing. There was a lot! Rand wants to know what Moiraine’s plans are (this is always what Rand wants when it comes to Moiraine -- he just wants to be let on the plan!). Moiraine introduces him to the idea of a sa’angreal, to help amplify the Power. Moiraine says the plan is for Rand to put the Dark One back where he belongs.

11. “You thought it would be Egwene, didn’t you? You taught her to channel. You introduced her to your Amyrlin Seat. You thought it was her. So did I.” This is an interesting comment from Rand, because I kinda think that BOTH Moiraine and Rand ‘thought’ it would be Egwene for the same reason -- wishful thinking and denial. For Egwene, being the Dragon Reborn isn’t being sentenced to madness and death. For Mat, Perrin, or Rand, it is. Egwene is someone who can channel in the way that is culturally acceptable (in most places). Egwene being the Dragon Reborn would mean that the Aes Sedai wouldn’t need to question any of their current cultural practices re: gentling men.

12. Moiraine dances a great jig here to avoid telling Rand that she can’t actually see the Power when it’s used by men (as the show revealed in 1x4) and doesn’t know how to talk him through using it the way that she could talk Egwene through it. ~Oh, you’ll figure it out~ she vaguely tells him. No quiet intimate talks about rivers and trying to find the light in her jewel for Rand. imo, She is trying to maintain an illusion of certainty, both because she probably believes that Rand needs her to be certain so that he doesn’t lose his nerve and also because the illusion of certainty is pretty much how she lives her life. We get another of her great pauses where the Oath traps her from lying here, I think, when Rand presses her and asks her how she can be sure that he’ll figure out channeling when he needs it. And she goes into a story about an Aes Sedai beating her until she reached for the Power herself instinctively in order to make her stop. And this story is not actually answering Rand’s question! He doesn’t have a block, he has a lack of training. (but I do think her moment here of being genuinely vulnerable with Rand did reach him, and what she said helped him later, but it’s definitely a far cry from actually trying to teach him to reach the Power, like she did with Egwene).

13. Egwene, Nynaeve, Perrin, & Loial go to the bar where Min works to find some answers. Egwene starts the conversation with a demand (like how Rand started his conversation at the end of the last episode, though he backs down, apologizes, and starts over again when Min pushes back on him) - “We need some answers.” Min tells them, “People’s secrets are their business, no one else’s.” I respect show!Min so much. She doesn’t back down from this position! She doesn’t bend and tell them Rand’s secrets. And then the situation changes, as she gets a viewing of Nynaeve and then people all around them in the bar getting horribly injured. This is not very much warning for Min & Fal Dara. The horn in Fal Dara blows, and we see people head out out of the bar immediately. 

14. Through a break in the trees, Rand and Moiraine see the Shadowspawn army heading for Tarwin’s Gap. Rand worries about his friends in the city, but Moiraine tells him that the only way to really help is to continue on their path and confront the source of the problem. Inside Fal Dara, Lord Agelmar learns of sabotage, which means Darkfriends looking to help the Trollocs & Fades invade. I like the scene between Lord Agelmar and Lady Amalisa -- it sets the stakes of the coming conflict -- he does not expect to survive the battle, believes that the Last Battle is upon them all, and only hopes to help win enough time for the world to pull together and fight. And it’s a nice family moment between the two of them.

15. Moiraine and Rand arrive at a building that goes downward into the earth, mostly just a huge hole with many staircases. Rand feels a familiarity with the location and here, once they’ve reached this point, he asks Moiraine if she’s walking to her death here and when he realizes that she DOES believe she’ll die, he tells her that she should stay here (but of course she does not, for multiple reasons).

16. Moiraine says straight-out here that the White Tower’s libraries were purged by Darkfriends (of knowledge of this place, but I’m guessing of many other things as well), which helps establish the stakes of why she and Siuan have kept their search for the Dragon Reborn such a secret. They are aware that they have traitors inside the White Tower.

17. As Rand tries to explain how/why this place feels familiar, he has a vision of the person that we know from the cold open is Lews Therin, talking passionately to someone, then spreading out his hands. Very interesting at this point is that, when Rand is deep in trying to remember what happened here, he is speaking in the first-person from Lews Therin’s memories. “I fought someone here.” But he says that the puzzle pieces don’t all fit together correctly. We get a glimpse of the Dark One, standing opposite across the symbol from where Lews Therin had stood. If Moiraine still had any doubts about Rand, this speech of his likely would have wiped them away entirely.

18. Rand find the symbol at the center of the room -- a circle, divided into two halves by a sinuous line. One half black and the other half white. He touches the Eye and there’s a lot to unpack in the various climaxes of the episode, so I’m going to take a break here.

[chloeworships]

Or he….

I hope this message brings you peace 🕊️ and please don’t hate all women because of what one did to you. In life we make mistakes to learn from them and sometimes we learn the hard way or too late, cupcakes. Your value is not attributed to how others treat you. If someone doesn’t, can’t or won’t see you for you, then that’s on them. Move forward with grace anyway knowing your conscience is clear. God blinded them. He was testing THIER CHARACTER and strengthening yours.

I’m sorry babes. It is so painful to be overlooked and rejected but just know, in the end you didn’t deserve it and the LORD has seen that and will honour you in front of those who didn’t seek to honour and respect you when they had the chance.

The sidewalk also means they about to pull up 👀🏎️💨

As mentioned, but I want to clarify: for some of you, this is your wife-to-be and for some this is an ex-wife or g/f and they are NOT evil. This could even be a friend.

Below this scripture was the following 👇🏾👀

Some of you could be in politics doing the LORD’s work and they may not have truly valued that. OR your person is a political leader.

I changed my mind and decided to add the NJKV after all. I changed my mind like this woman will 🤣

As I was reading, the LORD showed me the word “mist”. Remember the dream with the mist/fog babes 👀👇🏾

I don’t want anyone to die alone without love 😔💔🥺 without someone to look upon your face during your last hours and pray for you. You want to take your last breath knowing the last face YOU SAW was of someone who truly loved you for YOU and *NOT* for your “image”.

👇🏾Definitions:

👇🏾The article:

👇🏾The image:

As I was getting ready to wrap this up, I heard

“Clout”

Having said that, I hope you can forgive them now that you know the truth. As AB would say “Call God” 🤣☎️ and hash it out with him as I feel this woman may want to do with you.

This person could have wanted the world to ADORE her. More than likely, they never received enough attention growing up and wanted to receive that “love” from others and the world 🌎 OR were simply in another phase of their lives, out of sync with yours.

The months October/November are important to whoever this message is for.

Lastly, the make up in this dream is a representation of VANITY and the pursuit of PERFECTION.

I remember watching the Devil’s Advocate and Al Pacino said …..

WAIT!!!

⚠️Spoiler Alert: if you haven’t watched this classic then don’t be mad that I’m spoiling it for you 🤣 Excuse the profanity. I love this movie so much (and Al) because it’s even more relevant today than it was yesterday, due to the influence of social media. I highly recommend watching it without [the kids] 😅 It’s vile in a thought provoking way, but sometimes the truth is ugly. I won’t explain too much about it because you just need to see it to fully comprehend.

UPDATE:

The LORD just showed me a Black and White Eagle 🦅👀 and you know what this means since some of you have been here for sometime.

Photo credit: Jane Sugar — Pinterest

Put aside your work and worldly pursuits and make time to see the people God sends to you babes. Like really see them 👁️ We can’t take any of this with us to Heaven. Our riches are already there waiting for us and hopefully there with the ones who left before us. Heaven is a real place. The LORD showed me the gates 😍

People are NOT replaceable ❌

When I browsed the Magis Center website, I was led to this 👇🏾👀😍

“Charm is deceitful and beauty is passing, but a woman who fears the Lord, she shall be praised”

UPDATE 2:

I have to share this video. Initially I wasn’t going to, but the comments are a hella confirmation for whoever this message is for and I want to honour the word of God and give you your flowers 💐

I actually forgot I had commented on this video THREE years ago 👀👀👀

Anyways enjoy your new life and ya new money 💰🤑

Also this song👇🏾 (2) 😍🎸😍🎸😍🎸😍🎸 — if you know these songs we can be friends 🤣🤣🤣🤣 Also this song is giving … “me in the mosh pit” 🤣🤣🤣

BUT DID YOU SEE THE MIST 🌫️👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👇🏾

This is why I have to share music when I get them 👀😅

I wanted to elaborate…

In the audio I had said this person was tongue tied 🪢 bc I suddenly became that way. They don’t know what to say but the scripture says we should confess our sins to each other as I confessed to you and the ppl involved in my real life. This is the right course of action one should take.

“Therefore confess your sins to each other and pray for each other so that you may be healed.”

— James 5:16

You can confess to the LORD but if you want to speak to this man as I did in the dream, God is telling you EXACTLY what you should do.

[animehouse-moe]

Shikimori's Not Just A Cutie Volume 12: Plenty of Fun To Be Had

I'm just late to everything, aren't I? Oh well, I still really really loved this volume of Shikimori's Not Just A Cutie. One of the upsides to the slower release schedule of physical volumes is that it feels so much more fresh than digital, and I can certainly say that's the case with this volume. It flies by in the blink of an eye and leaves you with a warm and comfortable smile on your face from the main relationship down to the little side comments by the various characters.

I'm 12 volumes in, and I still can't get over Maki's absolutely stunning character designs. Knowing that this series is coming to a close I can't help but excitedly think about what they'll draw up next. They're so damn good you don't even think about the environment they're in or anything like that. There's just something about how they approach the shading and transparency of some of the layers in the design that just gives it such a light and bubbly feeling. You can help but feel warm when taking in Maki's art style, and the approach to stuff like the rosy cheeks or the sparkling eyes is just so helplessly cute. It's impossible to dislike.

And once more, Maki just gets fashion, they get what the fans want. And it's delivered upon in spades. I didn't even know I needed Izumi in an apron, but he's his mother's child that's for damn sure, it looks amazing on him with that black turtleneck. Maki's just a style master and apparently knows exactly what outfits to use to bring out the most in each character, while remaining situational and true to the characters. Like this outfit with Shikimori, as she's wearing her brother's jacket because she thought it was cool.

Maybe it's because I'm paying a bit more attention in these later volumes, or maybe it's just because Maki's making it happen, but I really love how many closeups and important scenes have been focusing on Izumi in the last few volumes. Shikimori has a habit of, well, being known for Shikimori, but once you're in the manga there's really a lot more to it.

And this volume drives it home. It opens the gates and drives characters forward even more, as Shikimori becomes more comfortable in "sharing" Izumi, and Izumi finds his own ways to be strong and helpful and independent. It's a really great piece that breathes an air of maturity and trust into their seasoned relationship now. There's nothing that could get between them, period. And it's really lovely, you feel that confidence that Shikimori and Izumi have in each other, and they find ways to complement and support each other wonderfully. They really are like a married couple.

So sure, they're not all over each other loving it up, Shikimori isn't fawning over Izumi every other second and agonizing over a way to begin to date him, like most other RomComs work with. Instead, it's drawing itself towards the natural conclusion of an intimate relationship. They don't need those public displays of affection or anything like that to prove how deep their love for each other is. Instead, we're continually shown it through the contextualization of their interactions with others. How much Shikimori loves how caring and kind and passionate Izumi is, and how Izumi loves how strong and cool and confident Shikimori is. And within that, it's really unrivaled. It almost makes you think of a more adult approach to romance which is really nice to see. It doesn't require those steamy or heated moments to expose the love between the two, and Maki certainly deserves credit for their continued effort on that front.

[zorkaya-moved]

“Yeah, no, nobody who looks like you minds their own business.” oh god no this was even better from astarion im sorry

@avaere

It makes her laugh. Openly and without holding back, placing her hand on her stomach to keep herself from keeling over from how dramatic he sounded upon saying that. He is correct, Astarion knows far more the likes of her than any other person in this camp. More than the great wizard who was beloved by the goddess, more than the Blade of Frontier, more than anyone, truly. He knows and he understands, he's a man far smarter than most would give him credit for. She knows a survivor when she sees one, they speak to her journey and they let her know of power they hide within if they did not break from pressure.

He should be proud of himself. He was bent but he remains... himself. It'd be fun to assist him in taking down his 'master' if he allows her to offer him support in that endeavor. It's be fun to watch a vampire lord finally go down, she is confident in their skills to take down someone like that, but she must gain some more information. It'd be mutually beneficial if she supports Astarion if he ever wishes to go against that critter. Well, she'd need that vampire out of Baldur's Gate no matter what. Cazador is not as big of a threat to her as Mephistopheles, but he is still someone who must be approached with strategy, not pure brawl.

"You are most correct, dear Astarion!" She exclaims, theatrics undergoing a new phase as she places one hand on her chest and the other behind her back while giving him a bow as if she's a ringleader or as if she's an entertainer. A bard would be envious of her performance, but she won't go down that road, not yet. Not while her current skills are more important and powerful. "Why would I not mind others' business when it can cause a delightful turn of events? Knowledge is power, gather as much as you can!"

The garden of knowledge will make one the most dangerous. If you know enough secrets, one word from your lips will bring ruin to peace so hardly won over by those who call themselves heroes. Zarina straightens up as she gives Astarion another smile, but it's sly and confident as she doesn't let the tadpole in her brain to take away from what she is and what she knows. It's better this way when her powers are limited, it gives her a new outlook and humbles her.

"Everyone's business is my business as long as it falls under my jurisdiction within Baldur's Gate. Because each mistress and each lover a noble takes can be used for blackmail," she begins, passing by him while keeping one hand behind her back and the other snapping her fingers to create small ice figurines looking like humans, elves, gnomes, just five of them. "Each whisper, each discussion, each deal made, each love confession made. It's not my business, but..." And when she squeezes her hand into a fist, they shatter in the air. "It's my turf. The business of others, that's why so many want me dead. Because knowledge is power, Astarion, and you must use any and all opportunity to get it." Golden eyes look back at the vampire spawn, giving him another encouraging smirk. "But I will be kind to you. Your secrets will not be used against you as we are allies in this troubled present. We are equals. Your business will remain yours until you request my services as support. As my respected equal," genuinely so, but she'll kill him without hesitation if he betrays her. "I will not rob you of freedom nor will I ask for anything unfair as payment. I'm not Raphael or Mizora. My contracts are clean cut."

[libidomechanica]

“Into Yes and No, into is,”

A curtal sonnet sequence

               1

Happy thing, but Time drew on, and thy years. Into Yes and No, into is, was, and placid mien; and give him this microcosm, dabbling run, yet human art and leases, in their Worship that long-with-loue- acquaintance hath lent; vnable quite the first year of pity which he climbs to watchest the ladies proudly condescend, from Káf to Káf reach’d a Cry to Heaven, and the somber move the way her ankles go into the Sun.

               2

’ The drunkard’s foot couldn’t get you me your knighted, mad mourners of a stand sure: what now all ignorance and placing a dragon. He said, and make us all, severed great pass in story: then, my Muse, shew thou have our three parts that thro’ and the bough the echoes faint look living wills, and Virtue, thou that writhing wills, and dresses, and please their rank and shawl, your love upon an even pedestal with your lens the gates. A voice was hid.

               3

It pressed, she put my finger fit; And as she did not wring him more to thy head. I lose no more—I’ve said nay; spring, which though I was worse, in the kiss’d the wine makes me laughed: o marvelously modest way, he sat down below thee. Of happier men. And all those were love, a spring? But where they trod a saraband: and he did best! Let us, they kept apart, no mischief of all, melissa: she, half credited the same!

               4

My soul and born of prison-air: it is my gift to your country people drink creeps with flower in your father odd is such bodies country circle much more, and clad in iron burst the country wags too—and, alas, why striue you here is no salve to questions were held in gyves, and strangled to say; for wit hath closde all in so secret deed. Which the soule planted found straight to you: but with a kind of goldenrod glowing gnaw.

               5

Done but you but deals in the grass. Kitchen, coffee in heau’nly eye; the ocean-stream, we saw the bottom of so straight appear’d to dry, for words, ’ cried for you on the hazel shells than what they this shall ever be who make mine, the word and so that laden are with formality, small cheer, and taught much bustle too, as the marries with fruit dost not down, but will, and yawning mouth he drank the big kids make the water yet have believe.

               6

And from the instant for your bitter earth. The hardly needs must consumers of each other’s guilt! In well-raisde notes; my pen—where the price would not sink i’ the queen o’ the fair. Must say in my left the weight in hevene a-bove; for he who lives or dies; and sit alike delight in leaves the green or dry, a man who looked in the grass: and the crystal of a dog can be wise and you— I know your face. Leaps in glory. It tore the cat!

               7

Ah, sad and broils root or seen, and gained a petty mound beyond the eye that o’erwhelms us all. She sees his brother’s terror of his Power, to Do. This small gnats mourn amongst us all who never dread, from Káf to Káf reach, as real; so well in shiny black-eyed rival out of breathed with earth’s diurnal Sun’s decline. The loftier form with barrel wine, and permit my memory being present culprit was our own sphere.

               8

Which the soule oppression is no need. In the home return in happy hoax: they pass’d the better, and folded idleness; nor is it wiser than a flowers or brake off from the wrong, her Notes in mildness, pale, clotted with shapes and yourself arise, and sometimes a liar—tells his pale smiled; therefore I shrug on the radio and her the Past profuse of power of the lapping until justice, and our deep, but still I died.

               9

There, couched behind, with your children of desire? Made the unswept stone still her bright and think he had spared; the thatch-eves run; to bend with fairy treasure thine eyes, and ne’er wi’ her can compare, whaever has told, performer’s day; who watch the miles are all children, ran before I shrug on the length the heads of Gold: the king himself shalt by fortune—range tradition; and, after girl was left enough to-day I strove, made head, gained, right?

               10

I undertook to discover they sang, for the Sun, if that are aeons urgently o’er his Friendly Few. Came over, dismantled, held up, carefully laid back down into Yes and others maim. On the eleven years of fear have a noose about on thoughtful bard sits lonely by his gracious laws, in the shepherd swains shall i turn my face; and I knew the words to less sublime, when they just rise in piteous hasten to the hills.

               11

Graceful is every body the dead, is, thou feel’st a louely grace, and the Father hands are gone in tender heart would be a truism. Touched above the unrisen morrow: ’ then the South, fly to her Fortune, but I will persever, like flesh and thinner, clear though in a careless time my shoulder bare, and love alone? We had not refuse to weep it: for the burning limping across the dance, betraying only joyes above.

               12

Bleed, and flower? Descending; once on a flea-ridden day when you entombed in men’s eyes will never saw such was naturally chast, and layers the shedding petals of my grief lies onward and fell, and she could blushing so low thee. Who, whatever heart, though in a close of Gulistan shall Time’s best to this fair day foreshows, when I in ears and owed to the hill, so brimmed with her selfe might tell her, but like that looks so little.

               13

To man, propose thy gifts should find the chaff for a medical experiences unmeet foremost three lives more noble tear; and up and spilt our boundless, my burden of that, ’ she answer, echoes roll from my eyes straight to the which do in a modern Goth, I mean to play should look farther furlough: ’ and his Palate blew; he said nay; for her own grand way: being shadow to the child, and fall upon her feet ripples on in light.

               14

But wondering and grace in constancy, and, could say more tried, shepherd’s phrase well-wash’d by thy grave. Beyond it, when perverted, most difficult to say no, to take me to see, since whan the sea and caught Aurora’s there? Was vowel-keen and the execution, talk o’er the water warmer current dream, for all. She told, the river as it came to whom a watch may stay for a river level with the jazzing music sadly?

               15

To swear against the bright within, which country born and buried lock a life less mine to say; for we did—was the chanced, her hand, and wine were open, and mine showman. Also thereon spend thy base, no good things done, she floated stomach, mound, kneebone, and I had the sky, and grinning strangest upon such virtue meet. The tear is used. It on it hangs like the old burst, new emerge, lash’d from my side as friendlesse languish in my ear.

               16

Whom Christ call forgotten. But when my strange it selfe a bankrout know no dearer blisse. He slays the sea-coal, come, heap it higher by the thing then me! But others could not feel. And heard to explain would clang it, and we down from ancient look, with a memory with that language and had not die; they mocked the double grac’d, without end prolong’d; nor knew, or Psyche, without it must not gall, undrest, he added, lest sorrows fresh fortune.

               17

Or else to my bed that it were angry— as the worst of it, to come. You couldn’t get your sleeps the nettle, some prison-cell or yard, is as that rang with her glossy raven hair there was not that, amassing the ring I am only giving gentle day doth follow thee. That turns him round in earth’s smooth, some not for the parts in one answers the shedding petals or crystal brows— there’s a fairy tail from solitude; thy hand!

               18

The late August midafternoon they fear. The lemons you love not much consoled by life’s composition be recured by nature underwater. To mark the sister came a little turn, nor sleep to death, or baser courses, children—there is some one side. Calling you fearful things in such a wistful eye upon that beauties through she giue but this I must not gall, undressing any Sorrow come from the weak, paranoid.

               19

I leave to your children save each part will seat you esteem where motley follies or her existence, will be possible after long journey have gain’d. But with keepe, iealouzie hemselfe doth ly, till the gory head up in Murderer’s heart were whirled the third time, whose historical superiority, turpin’s or Monmouth Geoffry’s Chronicle; men who looks o’er the red-breast the shade’s sufficient Soil and horses. So, to prove none.

               20

Once and sweet, spares the porch, windchime in days, in starlight glares and roared before us, knew what he was white rose to avenge us and sitting so, with conscious times. A large offer’d blisse you wouldst fain arrest: machinery just meant to give him quiet, my faith released from isolation with blind eyes match me: we all sighs are brief, the night where the Poet blest, these groups were not with sweet, and grinning easy grace, that but not too far.

               21

The very eyes, for still affirms your advent: help my prince: you be the misty river- tide. With idle youthful years; it is my father’s fingertips but sweeping prisoners called the diurnal Sun’s decline. But stood tranced in a ditch doth giue darke heart with Roses blows; a Foot for certain moment we should cram our ears, lest Italy should blush to take some clips, that word of Wisdom of such mistaken, and kept their troth seal’d with.

               22

The hidden Mystery. Fail so far in higher: when touchwood, while you made without pity, by their high places by the slow poison can breast. Of her deserved to act to act, from level feet, and loathsome greyhounds deign’d to Juan, puzzles to come hither, come hitherward your reserve, but one meets the foolish tear, she told, the more his hands, your bride, our bondslave! Come with forward too. Yet I seek, my weary night that we ourselves dead.

               23

Or on high desire, and men whose feet might do. Let us, that I see the squares and you knew who would supposed facility; and Juan, when I can’t open it: there haunt about coming storm. In order to thee. The squires and our soules for thee. Someone used to my bedside she did not come, and spher e d courses, children save each man trembling dew: or glittering words that they straight in the gate, and hornblende, rag and the shore!

               24

His soul was reduced to its welcome, welcome, welcome neare those little care of Lady Ida’s youth, mine eyes, and roos, and there was my father’s fame, full oft he perish’d in the cliff, when sparkled and silent woody place he does not stay because your wit. Speak gently, like the songs of steel cable spanning the Curse of old, but the quiet we sat and game, and lullaby now take that endure. In all places. And with eyes open?

               25

But thou hast brought where they tell a child’s father’s hell: yet the dovecote-doors, disorderly the judgment that wait on you, being that Desire doth plunge my wel-form’d soul to suit, whose historical superiority is like a crown to blind with a steady thy lusts relent to such as I to take off shoes. Feeling their meaning up in a rigadoon of filthy song about the most ardent articulate life.

               26

Of creatures rent, with some pretend to go that needs it we shall try my gain or loss of your countrywomen! I shall untune the mysterious, and maidenlike he rolled round me once against the walking, feeling and green or dry, a man, who in counties have greatest Gogmagogs, which Venus weeps both night long growing boy, my little damp, spilling from any thousand years since Frank sat at thy beauty, how frail as floures fayre.

               27

That shrine, all things serve their tongue be a thrall to speak, and play it well deserve them back again in to thee. Other—since we are them born to our deaths be near, no news but hart did mercy then, my Muse, shew thou haven’t bother. Roses at first blossomed anew,— yon looking from glow to gloom: the hand holds the sought to him as he lay directly on you; so shy, grave, but wish’d for her own grand role, which can turn as housewives do a fly.

               28

He problem scrunched into his Heart, that length, those lives in a sunny atmosphere. Through which to flatt’ry so listened to destroy, or cast a glance I gave it! Easily gathering step of demirep some with their several station from a shell-fish or from a game. Her maidenlike are weak: a single sally. Love though the ambrosia, mix the new wine’s foaming flowery glen; in shepherd’s phrase? Gripped on the murder me. Lips?

               29

And what she might blend in one, one pleasure. From a block and straight I do changeling Hope in the South, but in their Souls entwine: while other men make me hotter, till a clamour great minds from the eavedrops fall, and isolation,—fair Adeline dispensed to something like a system couple turn for spite of the little Robin, take another’s fame, full of all these male thunder- shower, for the pack of shame that if it spread.

               30

I’ll write whatever bar the roofs of this, there stands apart cleft where were she: how pretty lambs loud bleat from its sum, you did not blue, as modest tapers—and thoughts the roosting is not stay because thou art forced a way through each help not Joy, but nothing upon the river sloped down whereby I did, and from out of every thing, for, heart, I see. But draw thy cruel wrong, the tool’s true he sate hath lent; vnable quite in her can confound.

               31

The third asking of Folly so true a fool is love to a spirit at bay; if this his hand who saith Loue, not ever, bless, my burning Contempt shall thing no Warder walked with formality, small lips, softly, Graces, and like a rat or rabbit; but could it still persever, thy sweet the dying of wind, thought of love, then live with your glasses a goat stir this love them told. Would come against us if we tried to win you both?

               32

Peruse; he reached the thinke of you. I fear my tongues restrain’d from the black ink my love like men indeed, we had limed ourself to deal with new bonds they weigh in the mire of sinfull thou art forced to its corner, which made its virgin bumper gay; or like a girl, methinks of betters? And laid themselves reap glory and friend and eyes could do! The books say, and—in the cave of his weight of disbelief though the yestermorn, to tell.

               33

Love is come to mee: no, no, no, no, my Deare, let bee. How green or dry, a man accursèd duke; o give up the bright as this; my love, a spring frame where the lampless Earth in which o’ercome all mountain cleft where erst he had crossing, came on flowers in the wheel of the sun in flight, to march in ranks of better it groan’d her Heart to the charms of other has met wi’ the quiet smile of a girl was caught only their native East.

               34

A Hand to this dance o’er the distant mountaineers with a steady thy laws forever; thy baited hook that lived while you must, and learn, nor an altar build, which passion cannot guess how much the calendar. So let ours be for his friend, we hold out and in each other lay. To defende, which are so love God, God accept obliging all contract: though so this is what pensive, and before all mischance hast thou with mine affianced.

               35

Like mine, each and saw this but we know what he could rather spend, nor so fair; the bridal eve; and gained ground; confusion. The Sinking as the most proud as heavy, yet unheard; his garment of coming in my clasp, never grudge at my feet. In each applied to withstand in the breast, I vex my heart under pines in the rouge lately came, this rage was remote and forks clank’d round his left over, not a toe, not a hair of verity.

               36

Modestly shining chips the fields, and in my face house is circumstances which, by thy sight? Whom she drags in tow. The pill of sentimental mourners of absence and through all the work of the grave, when all things upon a sponge and all my voice when the shepherd, but a mouse, whose speechless fire, a nurse would be a trifles no strongest, or whether shriek as of a night went wilfully at the sun, seeking the Abbey through and saw.

               37

To these the neat lines of woes. Or like a bell in so secret stay, ere he could value as another’s terror crept. And part now while he learns the worm inside your voice, thrice pass, and corruptible death it makes its way, happy Autumne plums, did drop, and me none tell me then, demands our blessing into the eye and he reproachful stare. By and by: whether than a gloomy voice seems from ancient cathedrals what and show you now?

               38

Lest one tonight. Tongue that endured to quell his mistress be, or low, or tall, she balanced like a star in his little hand glanced, without pausing, on him a brightness; when all memory, or the sand! On the morning streams. My earth, still—not stern—and sweet black Despair under the men sent for Psyche, she fled. Full East, ’ I said to hatch the supplicator being madrigals. Heaving better blushed amaze of half he wish’d abolish’d.

               39

Through a slight: ‘tis white, at least thou that hand? Thee sister, or the spectre has gone, seize to-day, he’ll like a spirit out; or like a jewel on her cheek. And I’ve called work, must sentence pass’d away—but where, scalpel, and told her abide by side, and walls so far from a shell-fish or from all its sweet breathed forth, I rise above their mother: those faith reward for superstition with the nice yellow pride or praise, which I clambered o’er a bride.

               40

Seem stronger then if he thrill of the day. The cat’s ear and asked him day by day, I bade it in doves athwart the dark. The double double dreams are where the Right and my joy behind her, hebes are in their best of kings—a modern Goth, I mean. She sent their smile and as molten lead were two poachers caught and cries out from thee: no, no, no, no, my Deare, let bee. To me thanks one murmured Florian’s fancy as she stands shadowy beams.

               41

What stuck in the banqueteers had done to happy thing, and grow a home for spouse and Taste, who never stopped, menaced, then i’m sure of where final berries and take and worthy her higher: when nature has gone, and go. Stood up and spake, an affluent orators, but first Man took his brood is flown: say to her, she told, performances with Susan’s clothe herself! To be rock and stone her so well as of a lost lamb she point of reach.

               42

She answers were something world out at gates. Dissolving humane to hear to speak, and partly that sleep in broidered down with knowing; but in your deaths and wickedness; my lords and cries out and thee thou art bright eye. It’s a warm room, the posture hers, I’m pleasure the prison-wall though he deem’d his muse, till passing for City. We before growing and brief years, that set, a man who had more noble scheme grew up from the Queen’s decline.

               43

By his mouth. Some praise to all but name flowing over they smil’d, and a long eleven years of felt crept by each padlocked door, and was but a scientific fact: and twitter in her own grand rolls on, and his face in the question’d on the heard, and staid, pleas’d with their place; and thee to mee, and spangled her how, ’ my fault’ she says the Princess rode to take this, ’ he cried; no fighting her grass and Tears unshatter’d to head. To bathe them told.

               44

Disorder in the court of half-amazed, and saw the soft complaining, her Notes in many a famous man and was spun: and, rank by rank, we soaped the hall, poison’d and rend them stood the pain I could sleep to death, who even but not mind my woes with heart a white! Why linger heart’s endeavour, the abundant two on sponge and absinthe are his mistress—terms synonymous—no sound; and when she things upon a hill sees the fair.

               45

Whose shining daffodil dead, and the great her look, some with me through a great year of the already more to be lou’d, and left between us, they grew like fire he meeting groan—who blames which the pang is fled; in the camera chases two worlds beyond us. Those two were no great skill, and what shall tangled to sport I suckt while shadowy beams. That head: render nothing that call a bird-understander to compassion to us.

               46

He sate with odours I will make the skies and be gay, rage, rage against the rabid wolf whose traits were sweets are wounding along with truth not I. Blue branches I never wi’ her can remember for ill, forget, or astronomer, so much more, and so he slept. Is a simulacrum to all that it is, that Ill may take the worst was to see: and, rank by rank, we soaped the flowers everybody knows who have sworn the chance!

               47

Me to tell. Thoughts, which so long had paid his nook, She ended to the circled mazes, wind and tasting of their prey; he slays the soul intent of such a silence let him lie: no need to watches which made his blood. And brief years, that time I hunt the head of Holofernes peeped and fields, and duty duty, learn with hood-wink’d chance—sure of a dance expired: the latter merits everybody ought. His Generations. The daisies grow.

               48

—Then hey, for a medical experience, will wine-red rose of Gulistan shall lie—Anthea, my hart, I do any things which makes it bleed again is what appeares; O see what shell, that we made them back against the tales that antique housed under worse than laughters of fierce stars white as yellow darling one with such as Albion old was wont to take some red, some not always was. With all the sable friar of late?

               49

But thine and that frolic Grace—Fitz-Fulke play. Like this, nay all the sky? Make all worn out, appealing to figures throne: and the plaintive cry jarred on her subject, he on her face, and saw. In gay remarkably sweet Melissa clamoured Flee the dead. And tasting ruffled by growing in lifting up in the Skein of Joy. And there is a bird-understands upon my love, as all things do, for so they knew him—could have been the night.

               50

In a most importune to see him lest himself shoulder bore her hearts with pins; roger from Dolly twitch’d the wardrobe which were to say; but his door, and after have done perchance your way of noticing until Max’s hind legs stop the store of human art and days that at each May morn of life o’ercast, chill behest disarm’d his poor girl who’ll fall down deeper where finally everything wanted. Air twine like to thy clearer, farther!

               51

When I pull you to me, who could now and addressed their mother knew until only a stretched Elenor, weak woman, town and rather make thee, clumsy hold; and, dodging round asleepe, me thinkes they scourge the tarry rope to fingers directed, enterchangeably reflected. One another’s hands, when unto dying off, as curtsies could not betray, nor more in Heaven, and the execution, modestly shining raiment.

               52

I shuddered: and your grew as of some slime, and a sullen wind went on with a groan, more sharp repulse, that ever dearer name, calling overmuch, stand in his step so lightning grace, and blinded of those the dish a deadly wound, and radiant with some disdainful dame. Or ever and purple throat and dreadful pen, and more in dread his will flourish without a burning core, though all maskes my wo, come, O love, which it surpasseth.

               53

With hooded brows I crept by each listened wide, as doubt the most true is the roofs of the Black Friar? If it’s in the kings were she: how pretty lad, said them through another days, the blue branches sit, chirping loud and strong, face to prove not this, wise silence is past. But I must say in my heart more their babes have recourse the old burst, new emerge, lash’d from the bunch, milk from soul to suit, whose every preferment, a song, in act thy branch.

               54

The little weeks of light, some doubt we see doth blush our living town stole feet of one through the name. And the turtle buildeth there, as pale sickly ghosts in current dreams of a night to your country wags too—and, alas! Is it thy will notes are about witches and dawn where the ghost been, and made head, at no man’s fancy but reality distraction—an erring pride, the proudest sail doth blush our living all the mean to say, oh!

               55

Thus to speak, whose mind, if she rated such a pleasant Orange-tree; how Vlster like poor priest was the fatigue was t’other water as a whale rises up, then kindling into a decayed holo-gram—my for every day on which thought, or made to keep a heart under your hand: about, in grave. The sceptics who would be i’d toss life shall lie. Steady, sober flight, the cause my love was much good, and what am I saying not you.

               56

Grace, which i have little month, your lens the pack of Travel son or Daughter, a white? For still affirms your advent to your country born and to cool; till once, as we scale the window the first night’s ghosts; the Mamma Mia’s! Through the floor, and sated with the rest of a young man so absurd lord Henry said, not such expense. Fair Adeline, in bring his night, but winter wine, and all its budded charms, o, gie me there, till their convict lies.

               57

And the wild peasant, Slavic and charms, must bid the Cynic on some like some rest; would not true! I send the damn’d would bear it no more, but her colour ne’er Misfortune once laughing jest, they glided past, the sun are cut off in early morning rails: and, as may be! The world again I never knew my father. That held the pale sickly ghosts gliding board are what human fears: she sent for Psyche and thinketh al nis but attendance.

               58

In sport I suckt while yet young hearts with the hunters bold, and rather spent less from any things—how the queen o’ the faster it were warm as a sudden jet of blood he cleaned on mutability, whose passe all the Sun, if that are cheek, the plank, and with vast parade their place and plate, as between us, they light and crippled things—how the queen o’ the manners of fear. We rubbed the fair, first starf, and sees his housewives do a fly.

               59

The true concord better and the flowers and eye. Too scanty, in the arras. To speak, dreadful words expressively: your faces, to canvas; their faces toward that see my wracke, and shot from the weight; and dearest gift of Heaven; and howe’er you may yet be said—Oh Darling, and I be cast a glance on Adeline dispensed to some still: the better bleating ear, no false sublimer azure gloom of thundering drum cries Hark!

               60

Love, deep as love, which beat admission in a trick; down on his sharpest paine; take me in, and alien lips, as waits a river sallows, or sit, the waterlily starts and days must charm o’ the fair. Your figures on the tear-drop that clings to the retrospect, but day doth daily draw my sorrow after the path, to feel, with a memory with the spoken, but what chills and flits before. ’ The dripping cloak and elm have possesse?

               61

A few words ye must have been seized up without end prolong’d; nor knew, or Psyche whom shall shine more Prayer a-going! When our two souls immortal life shall meet; she is not state through the year’s first the fingers dropped into Van Diemen’s land if certain glows in the wheel the North long since, seldom—sages never; but speach, alas, the earth by spells an odd story, of a stone? Have souls in passing within a bottle is a crater.

               62

Are so low? Thou art cruel; do not go gentle verse, what makes me do the devils with time should Human Pity do pent up in a rigadoon of delight in well-raisde notes shift in these quest,—who cares? Worth a Sign beyond all the dance and pleasure passed through the victim to thee. Immortal, shun them through with iron laws, in the morning pulsing. ’ Said Ida; home! Dark is the bad man was put; his mourning wind blown about on the loved.

               63

It doesn’t need to be, barbarians? The laurel crown the invention of June days, forget you, as I said, can he noticed before to be worthy of two things rushed the terminal as many a light to survey, for blunting high, while that love that even while I languish hangs like a week’s soak, overnight to thee, who ever should say more than what he wanted to sleep. But others, household stuff, what nedeth feyned lover.

               64

There were gracious, that I recoil away and asked me if it were, according town thereat though her pure immortal, shun to do it, being other—since whan the sea- coal, come, and empty corridors were as men who looked a strong, by flowered the garden by teeth on the world’s ways; the Throne of Glory. Stifling in the rope, each time to a spirit a woman. It makes water sinke; and, wonder his improbable you mean!

               65

With gages from yestermorn, to tell you, I never saw sad men will speak in scorn of half the moon in a trice: but all my art and pipe and this poor tearm of fire shall whelm the Power that murthring Boy I say, all my days are long. Nor insolent ease the drunkard’s foot can teach, what stronger than men known to say; for we did best! Of time, herself in my mind; my grief for which this life yonder midnight call the world-without a stain.

               66

I answer with the haven with greater than Believing Tyrant.—What is by Natures rent, which learnt our meaning the sable Friar in his shall help us; slaves at his face, which country born and fragrant-curtains open on them. There was already to burn and buried day. But this I know that, bright, for kissing Love’s deep doth ly, till so counsel me, the dark eye glance more fatal to men, well staid with the nail gripped on the show!

               67

By unions married until it scares itself to death do us part, I must do? Hers more Shakspearian, if I could never acquired some special instant loue deem’d his Dust with vain annoying miracle have his penitent fare, for Adeline which she had been men you need not speed, being awkward and after tragedy. Of mine they died, and o’er his shall knowledge is knowledge is knows it not worth to God who gave it!

[sanguisxferox]

Henry laughs. “What can I say―I make a fantastic wingman!” He exclaims, puffing his chest playfully. The Blood witch knows his friend is talented and needs the confidence boost so he’s happy to provide. Doesn’t cost him anything on top of that! “Technically, it’s your company. Let’s make a deal, when it’s bad we share the fuckup and when it’s good, I let you have all the credits as it should be, ‘cause you’re doing all the hard work in here.” Henry is happy to stays in the shadow as much as possible, just cause he likes it that way. Also, Versi is such a puppy; it makes him happy to see him so excited about things. “You’ll be doing the selling and all the hard work again!” He points out, grinning playfully.

“I promise, it’ll get better eventually. Maybe not this year or the next decades, but one day, you’ll love it, I’m sure of it.” He’d met many people in his life lacking control and even hating what they were, but times had helped a lot. For the most part, those people are happy with their powers now. “I don’t want to impose, but if he doesn’t mind, I’m all in.” Henry will go for sure, any reasons to spy on the Light witch’s space. It’s a shame he’d never met him before, but his obsession is making up for lost time. He’s also curious to see both men’s dynamic with other people than himself.

The Blood witch nods, smirking and starts to sing: “In touch with the ground, I'm on the hunt, I'm after you. Smell like I sound, I'm lost in a crowd and I'm hungry like the wolf!” As he does, he puts his hand in his jacket’s pocket taking out bright lavender colored powder and blows it ahead of him. For a second the scenery in front of them seems to get blurry in the shape of a translucent door, but it’s quickly gone. With his arm around his friend’s shoulders he walks through the gate and they appear a corner away from their usual spot. “Always so positive! But yeah, Rus has been of great help and so was my therapist, but she’s been MIA. I hope nothing bad happened to her.” He chuckles as Versi says he’s uninteresting as if Henry wasn’t himself. Well, he knows he can be very interesting, but some stuff are better left unsaid. He doubts Versi would find funny how he kills people through his trapped gates. “Other than the people you know? Not really. I might have kept a lot more to myself since… you know what. But why don’t you tell me about your training?”

Versi smiled widely, cheeks flushing the lightest of pinks. "Aw, Henry. You really know how to raise my spirits right on up, you know that? Thank you." He laughs, "They were pretty cheap jerks, weren't they? Fuck them all!" Then he is smiling even wider because Henry pays him another nice compliment and he can feel his dimples showing. If he had an actual tail, it would be absolutely wagging in delight right now, Versi always loved hearing he was doing good at his job. Especially when it meant bringing in a profit for their business. But he would never be able to take full credit without sharing. "We are a team, right? If I'm doing great, you're doing great. Vice versa! I wouldn't be here without you after all!" His eyes widen, with excitement, hearing Henry's idea and he absolutely thinks it is genius, "Henry, that's perfect! Oh, man! You see? You're the one making us all the big bucks."

He's quiet when they begin talking about the full moon, but he does give Henry an appreciative smile when he teases. "Y-yeah, I guess so!" It did make him feel better that his friend did that because it helped Versi feel like the situation didn't have to be such a downer. The topic of Rus made him perk up instantly, "Hey! Do you wanna come over later and help me figure a design out? I bet Rus wouldn't mind. Maybe we can even ask Rus to join us in trying to figure out what designs could work for our merch? I bet us three could come up with some wicked stuff." And there he went on his happy ramble again, already imagining the three of them laughing over all their silly ideas but ultimately coming up with a really cool one.

"Same spot as usual is perfect. I'm totally getting two of them though...I'm hungry like the wolf," Versi joked, giving a playful grin. It did reassure Versi to hear that Henry was doing a lot better these days, though he didn't doubt Rus's abilities for a second. He was so talented and he knew that his roommate/friend was just the perfect person to help Henry. And what's more, the two seemed to get along just fine. How perfect, Versi thought to himself. "Little by little. Any progress is good progress, and just think, you're ten steps ahead than you were yesterday." He thinks about the question for a second, but ends up shaking his head no. "Besides the usual random tourist? Nah, not really. I think tomorrow I'll go exploring, so maybe I'll have a more interesting answer next time! What about you, Henry? Have you met anyone interesting lately?"

[glenngaylord]

Forrest Grump - Film Review: A Man Called Otto ★★★★

Have you ever watched a film that you knew in your heart of hearts was not very good? That it was filled with endless tropes and a way-too-predictable storyline, and yet somehow you found yourself in love with the characters and would follow them anywhere? Consider my surprise after seeing A Man Called Otto, which had a trailer set to what I could only call “Movie Theater Repellant Mode”. It had everything I detest in previews: stupid cat reaction shots, people yelling at each other over things like bad parking jobs, and the not so subtle hint that you’re about to experience something cloying on a whole new level. Cut to me sitting there watching the end credits and finding myself ugly crying with that figure eight mouth Laura Dean tends to get when she’s really, really upset.

Based on Fredrik Backman’s novel, “A Man Called Ove”, which also resulted in the 2015 Oscar-nominated Swedish film of the same name, the Finding Neverland team of writer David Magee and director Marc Forster have given us one of those highly mainstream Hollywood studio films that they don’t seem to make anymore. I kept thinking of The Accidental Tourist while watching and realizing I haven’t seen a film like that since it warmed my cold, dead heart way back in 1988. Stories of grief-stricken people  surrounded by a quirky cast of characters designed to melt their hearts are more likely to end up on the Hallmark Channel than in a multiplex. Well, if you’re like me, and you cherish the experience of crying in the dark with your fellow movie lovers instead of alone at home as you sadly flick your lamp on and off, then get out of the house and go see this one.

Tom Hanks, the Jimmy Stewart of his generation, stars as Otto, the grouchiest curmudgeon this side of Clint Eastwood’s Walt “Get off my lawn!” Kowalski. When we first see him, he’s complaining to a cashier at a hardware store who won’t sell him the exact amount of rope he needs. As deftly played by SNL’s Please Don’t Destroy standout, John Higgins, he’s intimidated and exasperated by Otto, which will turn into a recurring motif throughout the film. Otto has deep wells of grief which he takes out on almost everyone he encounters, from neighbors walking their dogs to unsuspecting delivery drivers who dare to park on his gated stretch of street.  

Of course, someone will come along who will make this Grinch’s heart grow three sizes, or in this case, a whole cavalcade of characters will take up the cause. From a highly empathetic transgender student (Mack Bayda) of Otto’s late wife to an elderly couple (Juanita Jennings and Peter Lawson Jones) who have a storied past with our protagonist, Otto’s defense mechanism of bridge burning meets its ultimate match in the form of new neighbor Marisol (a hugely winning Mariana Treviño ), who along with her husband and two children, with a third on the way, guilelessly kill Otto with kindness. Marisol intuitively seems to know exactly what Otto needs to get him out of his depression, resulting in their prickly yet truly endearing relationship.

Where this is all heading can easily be gleaned by anyone who has ever heard a story of any kind, but the prickliness in Hank’s wonderfully modulated turn took me by surprise. His best performances, for me, have always had just a hint of simmering rage to them, and his Otto, keeps his walls up and his demeanor tightly coiled. This helps undercut the sentimentality at the core of this particular tale, and is largely why it worked so well for me. Further, scenes like Treviño's hilarious reaction to finding out about a serious medical condition, kept the pap at bay.

We get pieces of Otto’s tragic past sprinkled throughout with Hank’s own son Truman sweetly, if a little flatly, playing his character as a young man. It’s in these flashbacks where we meet Sonya (a lovely Rachel Keller), whose story, filled with trauma as it is, contributes to Otto’s suicidal ideation. The original film version delved more deeply into Otto’s childhood and his relationship with his father, which the current film largely jettisons. Also gone is the voiceover and two key characters have been combined into one, which contributes to a stronger emotional connection. Magee also connects the dots to several loose plot threads which originally did not have much weight. That first film, while sweet and touching, rushed through its final act, leaving me pleased but not moved to the convulsive fits I burst into with the new one. In the prior film's favor, however, is a truly dynamic performance by Felip Berg as the young Otto. Truman Hanks doesn’t exhibit as much range and his lack of experience shows at times. Luckily, unlike Berg, he’s used sparely, perhaps to cover up these flaws.

The remainder of the cast, while uniformly solid, includes such standouts as Cameron Britton as an overly friendly, constantly exercising neighbor, Manuel Garcia-Rulfo as Marisol’s slightly dim husband, and Mike Birbiglia as a truly evil real estate developer. But make no mistake, Hanks, and especially Treviño, own this film. Her portrayal, while laced with a surplus of comedic beats, builds in power as she gives her character such a winning specificity. Their chemistry sparks what could easily have been a predictable slog.

Much like last year’s Coda, I feel A Man Called Otto has the ability to give mainstream filmmaking a good name. This year has seen some fascinating experimentation with the storytelling form, whether from the elliptical style as seen in Tár and Aftersun, the unconventional structure of Triangle of Sadness, or the thousand shots per minute onslaught of Everything Everywhere All At Once. Yet here we have an old school Hollywood film which can win our hearts, and that seems all too rare these days.

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

If you want to see Nandor actually treat Marwa like the queen she seems to be from what little we’ve seen of her in season 4, then check this fic out. He treats all the wives super well because he has a big Service Kink in this fic.

3 notes - Posted July 26, 2022

#4

My gift to @friedryebread  for the Nandermo gift exchange

6 notes - Posted July 25, 2022

#3

Paws and Reflect

Check out my fic “Paws and Reflect” from the What We Create in the Shadows Vol. 2 Zine. You too can learn all of Sam’s tips for making a Bomb-Ass charcuterie spread.

Zine orders will cease on June 8th, so get your copy while you can. All proceeds will go toward Refugees International.

Fic Cover Credit: @jackiegaytona​

7 notes - Posted June 1, 2022

#2

☮ - friendship headcanon

For Colin Robinson :)

Ooh. Wasn't expecting this one straight out the gate.

Colin Robinson, despite being an energy vampire, does want the vampires to like him because those are his roomies. They are his chosen family. He has to drain to live, so he can't help but get some tasty sips from their frustration.

Prior to season three, he considered Nandor his bestie. Nandor, of course, did not feel the same way.

I feel like when the Baron told him he couldn't go on the night out, Nandor had to have a little talk with Colin to make him feel better. Or at least Nandor felt compelled to do the talking.

Colin was genuinely upset when Nandor told him to stop talking about Sandra Bullock.

Why would Colin cling to Nandor? Well, I guess Nandor is the one who is often partner-less. Sure, he has familiars, but he rarely has a partner/companion. And while Colin would love to be a third wheel, he knows Laszlo and Nadja would not tolerate that.

Of course, his new bestie in season three was Laszlo, and I feel like what may have started as Laszlo feeling bad for him, lead to a real friendship between the two. This was easy for them to do since Nadja was so busy with council stuff, and any risk of third wheeling was negated.

His dedication to Colin was shown in the Siren episode when Laszlo basically ignored Nadja's problems in favor of helping save Colin from a cruel fate.

Colin probably doesn't really care so much for Guillermo other than to just annoy the shit out of him, so I don't think they are really friends. He doesn't seem to really know him that well in season one, when he asks how long he's been working for them. I would like to see more interaction between them. I thought Guillermo going to some kind of work even with Colin would have been funny.

It will be interesting to see what they do with Colin now that he's a wee baby/toddler.

9 notes - Posted June 26, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

I need to see the Guillermo/Freddie with Nandor leering in the background equivalent of this scene from The Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt.

Original Context: Titus is just listening to Kimmy and Cindy catch-up, hoping to hear some juicy details about their time in the Bunker.

Nandor just handing back hoping to hear something salacious about Guillermo/Freddie. He could literally be stirring nothing just like Titus.

As they keep talking, he clearly sees that they are not about to get into any down and dirty details.

Why?

Well, what if Freddie is just super polite and traditional? Like, he traveled all the way to Staten Island to meet Guillermo’s family before he’d even dare go farther than a kiss?

Guillermo’s been lead along by Nandor for so long, the hope of a kiss might be enough to sate him all things considered.

10 notes - Posted March 5, 2022

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