#I wonder why *symbolism intensifies*

[flickeringflame216]

I did one for each book, but there are lots more so maybe I'll make a part 2! C.S. Lewis never fails to make me hungry.

#yes I know the first one isn't technically in Narnia but consider: Polly Plummer is iconic for her smuggler's cave and it's the food I #immediately associate with Magician's Nephew #that and the toffees from the toffee tree #also good grief this man has a Thing about apples #I wonder why *symbolism intensifies* #narnia #zaki polls

[circyexistforcontent]

The boys with a succubus/incubus god?

CULT AU WITH A DEMON READER

❀ synopsis: “And no marvel; for Satan himself is transformed into an angel of light.” 2 CORINTHIANS 11:14

❀ warnings: slight suggestive content, biblical themes, cult themes, yandere themes, just dark content ahead. Remember you're trespassing on big boy/girl/kid territory, so just be aware of what you're reading ok?

❀ notes: This will contain a lot of dark themes since this is a cult AU and Sagau. But again, thank you all for 400 followers! I don't know how to thank you all (maybe I do, I want to start a event, but let me clear my inbox real quick). spoilers for genshin lore guys...

Being summoned to another world is...certainly interesting...

You didn't expect the moment you open your eyes to be greeted with such colorful characters, and in an RPG game no less. But you aren't complaining of course! This just makes things more entertaining for your part. And being worshipped as a god? This is an entire amusement park!

Your poor, poor acolytes...they have no idea what they have just brought upon this world. If you really were the creator of all no wonder Celestia decided to just one day order the archons to commit genocide. Your influence must have also greatly affected your creations which can explain why some of your acolytes have a questionable history.

Being in your presence just heightens their obsessive tendencies, if they weren't the type to hesitate to kill for you they sure aren't hesitating now. Some might even go as far as to kill in public in front of other devotees. It doesn't matter if it's supposed to be a joyous occasion, you were in danger (or at least they try to justify their actions..) and as your devoted acolyte, they should protect you. (Shenhe, Traveler, Heizou, and Childe)

There are already ones that kill for you, but with your dark influence, they start to get a little bolder with their feelings. It would just start with lingering thoughts of your touch before it gets more provocative and they start imagining it more often. If they were brave enough, they would think about it while you were still in the same room as them. How sinful, but you don't mind♡ (Cyno, Gorou, Ei, and Zhongli)

They are the ones who know something was wrong with the supposed "Almighty one". They can just sense that something was not right and will immediately distance themselves from you as much as it hurts them too. They would observe you from afar to confirm any of their claims, but it backfires. Your voice is one of a siren, and like a pirate, they follow your voice only to be drowned in the very ocean they loved. But they didn't know drowning in the ocean can be this...euphoric (Dainslef, Venti, Ayaka, Kazuha)

This batch has more control over their yandere tendencies, but their acts of worship intensify. Festivals/Holidays will be hosted by them, and while some of them don't have the influence and money to host an event they will be helping with the preparations for the event (Jean, Noelle, Ayato, Ningguang, Diluc)

They will worship you, but some may take a step back after seeing you out of character. You were always so considerate and kind, they didn't think you would order them to draw your symbol with the khanreian's hilichurls blood. At the end of the day, they will still do what you please in hopes you will have a reward for them.

If you have any features from your demon form (slit pupils, horns, claws, sharp teeth, wings, etc) they won't think anything ill of them. If anything some would adore them openly. Dragons exist, and hybrids aren't uncommon on Teyvat. They would assume you might be a hybrid of a greater celestial species, and it would have many legends based off of it. The acolytes that have horns or any sort of similar feature would feel connected to you in a way and are honored to even have something in common with you.

But no matter how they claim to adore you or how honored they are to worship you, they can feel themselves hurl at your mere presence. Some even feel ill when they stay beside you for too long, and they would assume they are being punished. Or you are feeling negative and one of your powers is to project your emotions onto the environment around you.

But is it really? You have the same smile on your face while they choke on their own blood. You laugh at them after they confess to you about the night terrors that they get every time they spend a day with you. You left them to die after you "trained" them to get stronger.

They are foolish to convince themselves that you care, but some like to believe that you are doing this cause you care for them, how pitiful of them. I'm going to give an example, Venti would try to argue with you if you ever try to spur trouble on Monstadt, saying how it's not right and that the people should have a say in your decision. But after hours of gaslighting convincing he would shut his mouth as you declare a new law that restricts basic human rights. His people will understand, this is normal for sure...right?

The other archons like Ei and Zhongli, mostly Ei, will not think twice about your new changes in their nation. Nahida would be the ONLY normal archon who would know that you are no god. You're just a poser, a demon, a vermin from the underworld taking advantage of your follower's obsession. She will try her best to make her nation aware of who you really are, but what's the guarantee they will listen to her?

#🍒sagau #🍒dark content #sagau x reader #sagau brainrot #sagau cult au #self aware au #self aware genshin #self aware genshin impact #genshin self aware #genshin cult au #cult au #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #yandere genshin x reader #yandere genshin au #yandere venti x reader #sagau zhongli #sagau ei #genshin impact sagau #genshin sagau #yandere sagau

[sugar-grigri]

Hi there! Hope you are having a nice day! I really love your csm analyses and meta! It's specially great because I don't understand literary symbolism at all, I'm learning a lot. I was wondering if you had any thoughts on my boy Yoshida. What do you think is his role? Is he only an obstacle for the romantic relationship between Denji and Asa? In a world where every detail has a deeper meaning, why an octopus? Hope you have a great day!

The octopus trap 

I think that if I asked every Chainsaw Man reader about Yoshida, most of the time I'd be told either "I have no idea what he's going to do" or, more precisely, "I keep expecting him to do something, but he doesn't end up doing anything".

You mustn't let your hair stand on end when you read remarks like that. Yoshida is my favorite character of Part 2, yet if I were to describe him succinctly it would be in exactly those terms.

When I say not to be annoyed by these remarks, it's because they're not the result of a lack of writing, a lack of development or even a depreciation of the character, these descriptions only underline the originality of Yoshida's writing.

Yes, it's surely worth clarifying what I mean by all this... 

Let's take a look at things chronologically. Yoshida's first appearance comes just after Asa, who has just discovered she's possessed by the war demon, is unable to set foot inside her school, a victim of anxiety, school phobia and, above all, Bucky's death. 

Yoshida suddenly appears during this scene. He is also quickly associated with Asa, as the demon-hunting club puts him in Yuko's and the protagonist's group. We all said to ourselves: great, something's going to happen between these two! She's dying of shame, so Fujimoto is bound to use this to create more interaction between them.

When Asa comes across her bullies, who have attacked her locker and shoes, only Yuko comes to comfort her, and Yoshida simply fades into the background. It's strange, because it was as if he had brutally hidden himself from the progress of the scenario and the reaction he might have had to this kind of situation. Keep this in mind. 

Then Yoshida reappears in chapter 103, as if Fujimoto were accidentally placing an ink blot in the background, Yoshida simply blending into the background until he hits his target. For the reader, this creates a certain "ah yes, where the hell has he been?" situation, and the element of surprise is intensified by the fact that this is Denji's first appearance as a human in Part 2. This time, Yoshida doesn't disappear into the background, as if evaporated, he appears when no one was expecting him.

Put that in the back of your mind too. 

Then, when he tries to put Denji's goal of a girlfriend into action, he introduces him to Asa Mitaka, whom we suspect, subconsciously or consciously, to be Chainsaw Man's love interest. So we're all thinking (myself included at this point), he's surely going to be the magnet between the two! Which turns out to be completely untrue, as Yoshida brutally declares that Asa has no business getting close to Denji.

This point not only shows that Yoshida's narrative function is hard to pin down, it also proves something else: he's not omniscient. He's not, as I've read, this absolutely perfect string-puller, since it's clear that he doesn't grasp until later that Asa may not simply be a young girl obsessed with finding a boyfriend, but a possessed one who might disturb the target he's watching: Chainsaw Man. 

The aquarium was Yoshida's observation ground. Yoshida has no desire to be active, as evidenced by the telephone scene where, after Asa has been humiliated by his failure to call anyone, he shows Denji his phone, arguing that he can't get a signal anyway. Now I'll get to that line : "Do you think CSM would eat it for us ? The Death devil"

Whether it was making you believe that Yoshida is a genius string-puller, this line made you believe that the boy had something to do with the demon of death. Fujimoto wouldn't ruin so many mysteries surrounding one of the most anticipated demons so unskillfully. That's why it's necessary to interpret it differently. A line belongs to a whole, and this scene between Yoshida and Denji is not a scene that escapes its whole, on the contrary, it has consequences.

It serves to show two things: firstly, Yoshida is aware of Chainsaw Man's ability to erase other demons, which was surely reported by Kishibe who learned of it in chapter 84, proving firstly that the public hunters are now aware of this ability. Something that had never been said before. Then we come to the most interesting part. Yoshida makes it clear in this scene that they've been locked up for three days, and the cases illustrate how each of the students is dealing with their own mortality, with Haruka crying, Nobana flips out, another prefers to be physically active to keep himself busy, while Yoshida prepares to die. As for Denji, he's been through worse, and is cooler than the others.

Then Yoshida pointed out, "Do you think Chainsaw Man would eat the demon of death?" This triggers Denji's act of kindness, as he realizes that he can also "suppress", "devour" fears in his human form, by taking action. Denji has noticed that Asa is looking to be active; she's the one who offered her a date, so she's the one who has priority to receive comfort, so Denji comes to devour the fear that paralyzed the protagonist. All the more ironic given that the demon they were all really facing was the demon of famine. 

I know everything I'm saying sounds disjointed at the moment, but hang on, I need to be a bit descriptive before I connect all this.

The same phenomenon of script feinting will occur, not to make it look like Yoshida will be a love rival, a friend of Asa, the magnet between Denji and Asa, or the demon of death.

No, this time, in chapter 133, Fujimoto makes it look like Yoshida will be a great antagonist by proposing Denji's horrible dilemma of either being human and living with his family or being Chainsaw Man without it. But it all falls apart when he realizes that Denji chooses both, leaving Yoshida completely out of his depth. This time Fujimoto erases all the mystique around this character, he's not the player who moves the pieces against Fami, he's just a mediator. 

The same phenomenon occurs when he locks Denji into this normal life that doesn't suit him, placing him in Fumiko's hands, leading to one of the least "normal" chapters, chapter 137. 

I think that with all this, you're beginning to grasp a certain idea: Yoshida's purpose is a narrative feint, he's a character with indecipherable eyes for us to place all our doubts and mysteries in. The questions just pile up, and we project them through Yoshida, who answers none of them. 

So who is Yoshida ? 

The only thing I can say is that he's a mystery. And when I say this, it's not to clear my name, as nothing can be said about him, because he is written as such and should be appreciated as such. I often read that his eyes, fully black like Kishibe's, are not only perhaps a sign of kinship but also a sign of deep despair. I think it's precisely in this way that we can miss the originality of these characters. 

Kishibe is not placed in the deepest despair, what makes him so strong, what makes him still here, being practically the only veteran of the public hunters (did you notice how young the public hunters still were?), is that he has accepted and internalized the madness of the system, bows to it instead of fighting against it, but is not dominated by it as someone unreasonable would be.

Whether it's Yoshida's black eyes or Kishibe's, the latter are simply the eyes of acceptance of the system. That is to say, their pupils are no longer illuminated by that little personal glimmer, seemingly devoid of emotion, since they are simply a reflection of the darkness of the system, of what's going on through them.

Yoshida's eyes are the eyes of a mysterious system that constantly stares at the characters without responding to them. 

And now you're probably wondering, Anon:

What about the octopus ?

This is surely the most interesting answer to Yoshida's question.

When you're looking for meanings for octopuses, your first instinct is to think of mythology, isn't it? Leviathan, Kranken, Akkorokamui, the octopus is the subject of a multitude of legends, whose interpretations are intertwined, creative, healing or destructive, beneficent or maleficent, or even the subject of great divergence from the public, cute? Or monstrous? 

This follows on from the previous statement: the octopus is a being onto which all concepts can be projected, even if they are contradictory. Yoshida's narrative function is the same: we project whatever we can onto him without him acting on it.

What's the one piece of information you could give me with any certainty? The fact that he's a demon hunter, right? In other words, the only thing you could say about the octopus is the environment it lives in? No ? 

Do you know how octopuses are caught ?

Have you heard of the Japanese octopus trap? Specifically, the takotsubo? In fact, they're not really traps at all, but a form of passive fishing in which simple pierced stones or clay pots are placed on the seabed. The octopuses then enter these pots to protect themselves, using them as shelters to protect their fragile bodies. Above all, when the pots are brought to the surface, the octopuses don't even try to escape, pressing themselves against the walls. 

Yoshida acts like these octopuses, not fighting the system, but rather embracing its walls, thinking he's safe when in fact he's trapped.

Hidden within this obscure system, the octopus has no idea that it's not safe, but has headed for its own destruction.

Now the connections make themselves. The only answer those big black eyes can give is a reflection of the system.

Asa is rejected by her classmates, by this micro-society that is school? The system appears.

Fans cheer Chainsaw Man on, as society is increasingly forged around him. The system takes an interest and invites him for coffee.

As Asa is rejected after her second date with Denji, the system will only add to her loneliness.

Chainsaw Man is a being whose function is to eliminate fears? The system will remind him of this.

Is Chainsaw Man an idiot? Will the system still try to control him, even if it means inhibiting him?

What if we were to use the metaphor of the octopus trap to provide the opposite answer ? Yoshida sticks to the walls of the system.

What does the system do? It weaves itself around Chainsaw Man.

Is this such a good idea ?

#chainsaw man #csm #csm part 2 #yoshida hirofumi #yoshida #my thoughts #csm spoilers #denji #asa #haruka #habana #yoru #yuko #ask

[starseneyes]

Chenford - Lucy Chen / Tim Bradford - The Rookie - Season 5 - Ep 22

"Under Siege" AKA "Who in the Writer's Room Likes Horror?"

It's a bizarre day. If you love Chenford, then you need to know what's going on with the WGA - Writers Guild of America. They are striking for a fair wage and basic protections.

WGA members craft this ship and show we love so much, so please show solidarity for them as they fight for not only their future, but for future generations of writers.

SPOILER ALERT: If you want to remain spoiler free, I have no bloody clue why you're here. I can only assume a friend told you to check this out as a cruel joke. First off, dump that friend. Second, buckle up. It's about to get spoilery!

All good? Great! I can't wait to dive in.

Arrest Me... but make it SCARY

A bit of a different vibe for our opening tonight. No, this isn't Chenford-direct. But, it's important to know the vibe of this episode going in.

If any of you are Avengers: Infinity War fans, you might recall the Wanda / Vision relationship, and their whole sequence where they were ambushed. Originally, it was a lot longer, and had more of a horror movie vibe.

I loved that they went outside the box on that to play with genre throughout the movie.

I feel like The Rookie is playing with that a bit. It's been a while since my heart pounded during an episode.

In all honesty, it was probably Day of Death that last had me on the edge of my seat... and I watched that after I started Season 5 with near-canon Chenford.

Yes, I'm spoiled. Yes, I think OG Chenford fans deserve medals for their patience.

Speaking of which, your patience with me is likely wearing thin... let's get to the Chenford.

"Hey I heard it was Thornson."

Tim and Lucy show up together, and I'm having flashbacks to the two of them bailing out her UC buddy in the dead of night. These two know how to get moving when it matters.

Tim and Lucy immediately separate on their separate missions. That didn't work out too well for Celina and Aaron, but it looks like Chenford survive the night.

Look, I have a lot of ship trauma. "Leaf on the wind" anyone? Yeah, I've got ship trauma.

"A blood drive has been set up at the hospital. If you can do so, please volunteer at the end of shift."

I'm reminded of the fact that Tim Bradford regularly gives blood, so I'm heart-warmed that he's the one who gets to deliver the news to the team.

"Those are not store-bought Halloween masks."

It struck me immediately that Lucy is sitting front row like a Rookie.

Yes, I know that they are packed in there, so somebody has to sit up front... but it's Lucy, so it feels symbolic. As though she is sitting in the Rookie spot in Celina's honor.

"Hey. We heard the good news about Aaron. Unfortunately, none of our CIs have heard anything about a gang targeting the cops."

I know it's a little detail, but I love Tim and Lucy showing up together everywhere.

Of course, someone on Twitter called out the 4x01 parallel to them showing up at Wesley's together after I initially watched the episode. And they're so right. It's another parallel among many in this episode tonight!

"I hate to say it, but this is not gonna break tonight."

This one I spotted immediately the first time through—it's another night where he's sending everyone home because there's nothing more to be done... just like when they lost Jackson.

And I have to wonder if the intentionality of these parallels is to confirm or subvert expectation.

Like, are we supposed to see this similar sequence of events as an omen of doom? Or are we drawing these parallels with the intent of intensifying the torture before the cathartic release of Aaron's survival?

I guess we'll find out together in Season 6.

"I can't lose another."

Oh, Grey. Poor Grey. I guess I wasn't the only one having flashbacks.

Tim and Lucy Embrace

Tim knows Lucy is having that same flashback. There are too many similarities, too many things tying them all back to Jackson and the loss they all endured.

Angela about to give birth. Someone targeting them. An ambush and a shooting.

Yes, Aaron has a chance at making it. But the weight of this moment is not lost on this team who has suffered too much loss before.

Lucy and Tim step into the apartment, and they barely make it past the door before they're in one another's arms.

It's wordless. Tim motions to Lucy, and it reminds me of the hand motions when he offered to carry the War Bags after their last ride together.

Tim and Lucy no longer need a shorthand... they don't even need words.

He knows what she needs without her asking, and she knows what he's offering without a word spoken.

Back in Season 4 Episode 1, Tim asked what she needed. She asked for the hug. Now he knows what she needs in this moment as easily as he knows his own—some semblance of comfort in the horror of history repeating.

QUICK EDIT: Upon rewatch, I find I didn't imagine his "Come here" the first time (another call back), so technically he did use words... but they weren't needed.

Tim holds Lucy in his arms—so similar to their positioning in 4x01—but that's where the similarities end. Because Tim and Lucy of Season 4 no longer exist.

Everything has deepened between them since then. And while, yes, the hanky panky is fun... the trust is what they both need here.

They can't trust that everything will be okay. But they trust that with one another they are truly safe. And right now, they both need that comfort.

"It's okay," he whispers as he holds her, wishing it were true.

Tim kisses Lucy's forehead as he holds her, rubs her arms, and tries to offer some comfort as she leans against him, sobs overtaking her... like the first time he held her in Day of Death.

I know that we're going for the 4x01 parallels with how this is shot and staged, but I see the DOD ones, too. This is where they are safe when nowhere else feels safe.

Tim's hand cradles her head as he holds her. And much as this hurts like hell, this moment is important.

Tim and Lucy are one another's safe place. With each other, there are no pretenses or pretending, anymore. They no longer hide from one another or themselves.

They've embraced the beauty of who they are together, and while there will be many moments of joy... the sorrow is a part of the journey.

Tim and Lucy have had their share of it, true. But this is the first time they've traversed it as boyfriend and girlfriend. And the impact of enduring possibly losing another officer and friend to an ambush is too much.

Does being together make it easier? Hell, no. Is there a slight comfort in knowing you're not enduring it alone? Oh, yes.

"No we know. We ran your prints ... you don't get out of bed for less than 20K a day. Who hired you?"

Tim and Lucy are very good at what they do, and I love how they are supporting one another and building upon each other.

I miss them riding together, but we see what makes them great—they both think on their feet and they are sensational at the "yes, and".

I love getting to see the professional side still fires so beautifully between them. It's a feat I feared fumbled, but I'm freakin' psyched it fared fine.

Oh my goodness, that's way too much alliteration. But, I'm leaving it. It's ridiculous and it makes me smile!

The Trip Wire

Another commonality with Season 4 Episode 1. Gee wiz, we're going for lots of references with this one, and that leaves me curious about the intention... and whether there's a common thread that we're somehow missing that leads all the way back.

Or, I'm reading too much into it because I'm weird. I can roll with that, too.

Tim joins up with Lucy outside the house where she asks him for clarity that none of them have. What the hell is going on!?

"We should move on." "What? No."

Love that Lucy still stands up to Tim at work.

Look, even when he was her TO and then her supervisor, Lucy never shied away from speaking her mind. In this case, she sees something they're missing. And she's not going to let them miss out on an important piece of the puzzle.

"You think it's personal?" "I mean, look, if I was gonna go to the extreme of targeting police officers, why not take out some of my enemies along the way?"

And with that, Lucy BadAss Chen cracks the case. No, I don't know if that's her legal middle name. But it should be.

My brain immediately goes back to Tim accusing her of a social media obsession that happened to crack a case back during one of the Documentary episodes.

There's no skirting around this one—it was all Chen.

"I'll take Moran." "You're not going by yourself." "I'll go with her."

Alright, Fierce Protector. You do you.

"You should be out kicking doors with Metro." "I'm good." "I don't need you protecting me."

Well, damn, I thought it was just me! I thought I was gonna be the only one in this Meta calling out Tim in the Protector role, but I guess my on-screen bestie had to chime in, too.

Also, bringing back "Good" in this scene, which truly feels like their word, and I love it.

Tim will always have Lucy's back. He knows that she is capable and strong, but he's also her boyfriend and spent a lot of time as her TO and then Supervisor. Worrying about her was a part of his job, and now it's an ingrained part of his life.

He's not trying to undermine her independence or capability. He simply wants to be close because then he knows she is safe and doesn't have to hold his breath wondering.

"So, clearly what you're saying is you need me protecting you." "Clearly. You know me so well."

It was pinging my brain, and I couldn't figure out why until someone pulled out the DOD GIF on Twitter and I started slow-clapping like a sports movie.

Yes, of course! When Lucy woke up in the hospital to find Tim by her side... as he is, now.

I kept seeing DOD parallels in this episode, and I'm strangely comforted that others did, too.

Plus, a return of "Clearly", which has been another of Tim and Lucy's words. "Clearly, Ashley's gotta go." "Clearly this isn't working out."

"I'm happy it's you at my six." "Back at you."

Major "We protect each other" vibes, and I bloody approve. Look, we know that Tim is a Fierce Protector. But he also knows that his girlfriend is a kick-ass bad-ass.

Now, we enter into a fight scene that is a bloody masterpiece.

Yes, I wondered why they emptied their clips at the Riot Shields, but I'm not a cop, so I don't know if there's some logic behind it I don't possess. Other than that... this fucking rocked.

Like, literally. I couldn't have been the only Xennial rocking out when Janes Addiction started playing! Someone go hug the Music Supervisor, Music Coordinator, Screenwriter, Director, or whoever threw that track out there, because it's bloody brilliant.

Tim and Lucy are working together, talking it out as they go. And we see all that time they've put into building their communication is really on display, even in a bloody battle.

"We stand a chance, but only together."

Hell, yeah, Lucy! I've been saying that all season. No, not in terms of having the high ground (rest in pieces, Anikan Skywalker's limbs), but in terms of getting through this thing called life.

Tim and Lucy stand a chance of surviving as Chenford through end of show only if they work together.

And on-the-screen in this particular moment, the same holds true.

"Pull not push, copy that."

Love. Them. Look at Tim taking the word of his capable wife and putting it into practice.

Tim and Lucy are literally fighting for their lives, here, and they are fighting together. When one's on the brink of being overwhelmed, the other is there.

Lucy delivers a strike to free up Tim. He takes on several at once, and she goes for the shield. I was screaming, "Hell, yeah, baby girl!" like the big sister I am to my on-screen bestie because she was crushing.

Tim is the master of pepper spray, I swear. He's used it in many creative ways, but super smart to go straight for the eye-holes on the masks to try to penetrate.

Lucy's close to losing consciousness when Tim rips the guy off of her, repaying the earlier favor of her freeing him up. It's a literal give-and-take... in a fight for their lives. This is bloody brilliant.

Nolan finally makes it up there, and Tim helps Lucy through the door to the stairwell, literally shielding her with his body.

Once inside, Tim has his hand on one of his favorite places—Lucy's leg. But this isn't a sexy-time touch. This is the, "Thank God you're alive" touch. If they hadn't worked together, that could have ended very differently.

"I have Bradford and Chen secured upstairs."

Chen and Bradford, sir. It's Chenford. Not Braden.

"You should be on your way to the hospital." "We'll go after."

At least Tim is saying he'll go. Like, seriously, this guy is the king of avoiding medical attention. And too often when he's gone in, he did so knowing nobody was waiting for him on the other side.

Now, not only is he willingly going to go in with his girlfriend, he knows that they'll leave together. Look how far our boy has come.

A Glance

Our last moment of Tim and Lucy is just a glance... a subtle glance between the two of them where that wordless communication comes in.

They've always have this layer to their relationship—communicating without a word. But it's so much deeper, now.

And as we reflect on the end of a season, I have to say it's been incredible to witness their growth alongside y'all in real-time.

This season has been an absolute roller coaster, and my first with all y'all! I started with 5x01, had to catch up, and have loved this whole journey.

Thank you all for being so welcoming to a late-comer like me. And thank you for reading!

Remember, love one another. Give yourself grace. Don't worry about "perfect" because it doesn't bloody exist. Go after your dreams. Fuck Fear. And believe in yourself, always.

And if you're not ready to believe in yourself... know that I believe in you. And I'm always rooting for good things to come your way. You've got this.

#Chenford #Lucy Chen #Tim Bradford #Melissa O'Neil #Eric Winter #Lucy x Tim #Tim x Lucy #Meta #The Rookie

[church-history]

John 6:51-54, Literal or Symbolic?

51 I am the living bread that came down from heaven. Whoever eats ( φάγῃ ) this bread will live forever; and the bread that I will give is my flesh, for the life of the world.”

52 Then the Jews started to argue among themselves, saying, “How can this man give us his flesh to eat ( φαγεῖν )?” 53 Jesus said to them, “Amen, amen, I say to you, unless you eat ( φάγητε ) the flesh of the Son of Man and drink his blood, you do not have life within you. 54 Whoever feeds ( τρώγων ) upon my flesh and drinks my blood has eternal life, and I will raise him up on the last day.

The original Greek words used in verses 51-53 are φάγῃ / φάγητε / φαγεῖν, they are forms of the Greek verb phago, meaning “eating.”

However, after the Jews begin to express incredulity at the idea of eating Christ’s flesh, the language begins to intensify. In verse 54, John begins to use τρώγων, trogo instead of phago. Trogo is a decidedly more graphic term, meaning “to chew on” or to “gnaw on”—as when an animal is ripping apart its prey.

Why does John use such strong and deliberate language if he isn’t attempting to emphasize the literal nature of Christ’s words? Especially as Jesus is clearly responding emphatically to the wonder and doubt of the Jews. 

#gospel of john #catholic #christian #the real presence #corpus christi #john 6:51 #eucharist

[justatalkingface]

I'm really sorry if this will sound confused...I think I saw a post of yours talking how MPA wouldn't mind a quirkless as long said person proves to be strong.

You think MPA hates quirkless or mutants? Bc the idea of them not hating a quirkless person(proving said person is useful) is interesting way more than (they want to to kill everoyne who is quirkless)

Also what was their end goal?

Alright, I know what you're talking about. The ask on my Quirkless post has the anon mention, among other things, the MLA... but ultimately, I thought they were irrelevant to the question at hand, so I didn't mention anything about them in the post.

But, well. It's relevant now!

Alright, so. On MLA and the Quirkless, I think to be through I have to say that, while they don't actually care about the Quirkless now, in the newer incarnation, since they're almost extinct and thus are a non-factor, the original MLA probably cared a whole lot, because they were fighting against them.

In the original conception of them MLA and Destro were fighting for Quirk rights against the government who was trying to control them (this is the point where the draconian and honestly kind of nuts Quirk laws come from), and while it doesn't mention it, considering their general... Quirk supremist, militant nature, and the fact his mom was killed by an anti-Quirkist (which, by implication, means they were all Quirkless, even if the term wasn't a thing at that point), I can't really see them not fighting against the normal people.

Interestingly, despite this being a seemingly obvious point for them do, somehow no one ever... says MLA did this? Which is strange. Or, maybe 'strange'. Hmm. I wonder, why would Hori not want to mention something obvious about a topic he stopped talking about years ago?

*judging look intensifies*

But yeah. That's first generation MLA is defined by the Quirk vs Normal political landscape. The second generation is focused around Quirk rights as well, but more focused on the heroes as the extension of the government and symbol of society. I can't really see them thinking about a Quirkless person, but if it ever came up, there's no way they would let on in. Unlike heroics, where it's a question about abilities, and everyone looking at what heroes do and say, 'But, a Quirkless person could do that!', the MLA are fundamentally extremists. Sure, the higher ranks are probably more practical (and hypocritical, and generally power hungry), and they'd be willing to use a Quirkless person if it was relevant, they'd never let someone so fundamentally opposed to the very foundation of their ideals into their organization. Hell, there's a real question if they'd even let them live.

Mutants... actually, that's an interesting thought.

On the face of it, they have Quirks, so of course they'd be fine with them, right? But, when you look at the main MLA members... oddly enough, you find not one mutant in their ranks. In fact, they're the only villains without one in their leadership somewhere (admittedly, I'm a little hand waggly about Chronostasis as a mutant Quirk, but whatever).

I can see a couple of reasons for this: Option One, Hori was tired, and doesn't want to do the extra work making a mutant character. Harsh, but possible. Also boring.

The second option is that, well, the mutants just... aren't strong enough to make it into higher levels of their organization, or versatile, since it is theoretically built around Quirk strength. I... when I think about it, I can't really point out a 'strong' mutant Quirk. Oh, sure, there's decent ones, but, but when compared to the highest end Quirks we see (ignoring AFO and OFA), they're not comparable to people like Endeavour, or Geten, or even Bakugou, they can't match sheer firepower they can offer up. Nor can I really think of a supportive one like Shinso, La Brava or Trumpet. A mutant Quirk will make you stronger than a Plain Jane human, sure, but if your power is 'I'm big and strong and I can survive a car hitting me without major issue', and my power is, 'Fuck you, I vomit lasers'... as long as I don't fuck it up, the odds are going to be in my favor. Mutant Quirks, in that respect, seem inherently limiting on a sheer power level kind of basis, and MLA is exactly the kind of organization to focus on that in a more realistic way than the heroic rankings do.

The third and final option is... well. They're racist. Or Quirkiest? Mutantist? I'm not actually sure we have a term for people who are opposed to mutants... but yeah. They are a modern organization, built from modern people, and anti-mutant sentiment is (theoretically) a thing that is happening in MHA. Quite simply, their biases could be influencing them to not value mutants to their full extent.

Ultimately, that's me just thinking too much on a minor detail, but hey, that's probably why people keep asking me things.

On their end goal... you know how the Quirk laws in MHA don't make sense, for an average person? Why can't a random person use their minor Quirk to help them do something when it doesn't harm anyone or cause disruption?

It's because those laws are set up to restrict Quirk use and try to force everything to be like it was before Quirks, and were created in those earlier times when Quirks were coming in and society was trying to adjust; the powers that be fought against the Quirked, but the realized it was hopeless to stop it, so they changed their tactics. If the government couldn't stop people from being born with powers, and can't take away the powers, it settled on taking away the right to use those powers. The MLA is opposed to that, considering it a basic human right, but they're the crazy radical end of that spectrum, who has skipped over things like, 'reform the laws' and went straight to 'Let's overthrow the government and make a new one!'

Theoretically, they're going to make a new order built around Quirks, where the strong dominate... basiclly, a place where everyone runs off Bakugou-logic. I say theoretically, because, well, you need a lot of people to run a country, and they need skills beyond having a magma fist. Because, you know, there's a reason why the world isn't run off of Bakugou-logic.

In all honesty, I think it would, in an 'ideal' situation for the MLA, where there are no AFOs or OFAs to stop them, end up being more about putting Re-Destro in charge than anything, since I'm not sure what they have, plan wise, for a Quirk based government beyond, 'Powerful Quirks and Freedom, ???, profit!', and I doubt that long term they'd have any stability. Ultimately, grand ideals aside, they're more focused on the 'bring down the government now!' than anything about what happens after that.

#ask #MLA #mutants #Quirkless #for once i don't think this is a critical post?

[crowwuzi]

TW! Do not read if you're sensitive to violence!

This is my first published writing! Sorry if it's horrible.

I have created a thing called The Experiment Massacre in my head. It's where all the Absolute Solver implant drones go haywire!

Ask about it!

Anyway, onto the story!

The Experiment Massacre

PT : 1 / ???

The Experiment Massacre:Beau's Pov:

The walls were silent, as always in the nursery. I wonder why no one had come in yet, it was 2:34 PM...in which they usually come at 2:30. . .The silence was draining...exhausting even

Suddenly, a loud alarm goes off. The red lights flickering, fear strikes my face, I hear yells and screams of terror, and blood seap through the doorway...the red stained my eyes forever....3 long slim claws grabbed the door, a symbol appeared in the darkness...a hexagon with arrows...Absolutely Terrifying

The yelling intensifies as the door is pried open

A blood-soaked drone scuttles in, its wings tucked...it's looking for somethingIt pounces on one of the cribs in the nursery, I hear a slight wail of a child and see the drone come out... with more blood smeared on its face.It suddenly keeps pouncing on every single crib... leaving nothing behind...It perches on my crib... looking at me with a sinister grin... it picks me up... when a couple of humans come in with guns and shoot at the drone, It simply screeches as it launches towards them... knocking over my crib.

Every single youngling in the nursery...gone

I lay on the floor, terrified of what's to come. I hear a frantic voice of a female drone...She bursts in, looking at the carnage and stops...in front of a particular crib...labeled specimen: 2948205 = Alice's Absolute Solver hereditary Exp. She drops herself onto her knees... seemingly griefing over the loss of her child...I look over, saddend

When I see her sobbing next to a pile of oil, that used to be her child

I frown...

"No... This can't be happening..."

Says the female drone

This only saddened me more... the grief starting to consume me...I look around and look back at her

I had to do something...Suddenly, I got an idea... I started to play baby.mp3.

Cooing and babbling played from the corner

The female drone perked up...

"Hello?

"She asked, with caution in her voice

She got up and walked over... she saw me, on the floor, immobile.

"Oh my robo-jesus...Who left you here, little one...?"

She said with a calming voice, picking me up

"My name is Alice...and yours is..."

Alice looks around and finds a small name tag with my picture on it

"Beau...what a nice name"

She smiles

I smile back, with love and affection

Suddenly, loud bang is heard from one of the doors again...and a couple dents appear

"Beau...I promise I'll keep you safe...no matter what"

Alice said to me, in a slightly terrified tone.

[End of Beau's Pov]

Author's Note : I'm going to do Nori, Yeva, and Alice soon! Just maybe not tonight idk.

The Experiment Massacre PT: 1/???

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#Murder drones #Murder drones Beau #Murder drones Alice #CrowwuziSpeaks #Techno writes #MD #Murder drones fanfic #The Experiment Massacre

[aragornsrockcollection]

Your post on Melian being the Maia of love, and how the Ainur all had their “domains” has got me wondering, what do you think Mairon’s would have been before corruption or if his corruption had never happened?

Always an interesting question, and thanks so much for being curious about my opinion!

I think his domain was the same before and after corruption, just like Melkor.

The chaos and extremes Melkor represents didn’t need to be evil, in fact they go into how his contribution is almost a way of swirling the domains of the different Valar together, like how Melkor’s influence on Ulmo’s domain creates clouds that allowed him to be close to Manwe… that’s off topic, but I want to point out that corrupted or not we should still be able to see Sauron hold down the same skills as he would as Mairon.

My initial instinct is that he is the Maia of Order, which intensifies into a need for control when he defects to Melkor. This gives us the idea of Sauron being the order in Melkor’s chaos, making his defection an inevitable part of his nature.

Tolkien was writing LotR in letters to his son fighting in WWII at one point, and the parallels between fascism and Mordor were not subtle as a result. Sauron seeks order and to implement that he needs control and for that he needs power. This drives him, and his understanding of systems and order makes him very, very good at getting it.

The rings are very neat and orderly in concept, a heirarchy of power created with numbers significant to each race- there were 3 original elves, 7 fathers of dwarves, and we can assume based on that pattern, 9 was the initial number of men.

But I also think a lot about his symbol being the red eye, and his perception being stifling and practically a weight characters have to bear. He was initially Melkor’s spy in the years of the lamps, so information might be his domain.

Now, Aule would definitely be the Valar of knowledge, so it’s not quite that, but he has a desire to share that knowledge (see creation of the dwarfs) and Mairon was initially one of Aule’s maiar. Also, can I just say that knowledge being the forbidden fruit in Christian mythology and Aule having as much if not more knowledge of the workings of the physical world as Melkor? Very clearly this is why his Maiar keep getting corrupted.

So if I were to marry the idea of order with the eye imagery which screams observation, I think it he would end up with a domain of…

Math.

I’m kidding but I’m also not kidding. Calculations and analysis that orders the world based on observation… hyper intelligence and recognition of patterns, association with chaos…

I think Mairon is the Maia of patterns and calculations… which is basically math.

Trust a liberal arts professor to make their villain a math guy, smh.

Really, information and organization of that information are his strengths, and I think it’s really significant that he ultimately falls because he did NOT have all the information and failed to understand all the factors until it was too late.

Ok, his domain is Order, final answer. But I still secretly think it’s math.

#the sad thing is I am not sure how much I am joking #I’ve always thought ‘order’ #and that he is what happens when the hyper-competent PA snaps #tolkien #the silmarillion #jirt #lotr #jrr tolkien #silm #Mairon #Sauron #maiar #Ainur #melkor #I’m sorry

[hawkogurl]

I am bad at specifics (as you can see) so do you have anything about Peter mutation I think in the movie most of it was a dream sequence, but I was wondering if you had any thoughts on it as well as Peter and Harry fighting when Peter had Venom I think Peter was lying on the same couch he placed Normans body on. Finally the Picture of all three of them skating.

Just got off work so pardon my exhaustion

In order

1-the spider bite and transformation for Peter is a fairly obvious symbol for adulthood and coming of age. I think choosing Tobey Maguire, a fairly baby faced actor, was smart here, because they got to utilize the dichotomy of having Peter look very young and nonthreatening and for lack of a better word “innocent” to have him seem more on the, for back of a better wording, earlier side of the child to adult coming of age arc. Whereas post bite, he’s physically stronger and visibly more muscular, something that can often be used to symbolize a character maturing in a lot of media that shows younger male characters aging.

Whats more, on the note of the spider bite as coming of age, it’s the catalyst for a significant amount of emotional development. After that point, through enduring extremely severe consequences for what seem like small mistakes (Uncle Ben), Peter is forced to mature very rapidly. As a result he becomes more empathetic, kinder, and iconically more responsible. As a result of the bite, Peter goes through the experiences that shape him into an adult over the course of the trilogy. A more basic analysis but I think it gets the point across especially for a topic I haven’t really thought about in depth.

But a little known fact about this plotline is how much more explicitly it’s executed in that one script with Leonardo DiCaprio as Peter. (This script is AWFUL by the way. It’s so bad.) In that, Peter has some wild ass dreams right after the spider bite and uh. Wakes up with some ~white sticky stuff~ attaching him to his sheets! That’s right baby, we got a wet dream metaphor for no fucking reason.

2-the scene in the movie did not have Peter laying on the lounge Norman’s body has been placed on, that was an alternate scene that was filmed and used in the directors cut. Wish they’d used it though! I personally find this one fascinating because I think it’s a good example of how symbioted up Peter just immediately slid into wanting to hurt Peter. I think it’s a pretty interesting way to show the symbiote intensifying some vindictiveness that’s present in Peter’s character once you peel the layers away, especially novelization Peter.

Like… in the novels this is the line.

Telling Harry he’s unloveable is a bit above what he said in the movies. It’s awful and sadistic and I love it and think it should have been in them. I think that comment about Norman in particular is wonderful because it rings true. I know that Raimi Norman has been sort of aggressively woobified and stripped of responsibility for being a classist misogynistic child abuser by our post no way home world, but he’s a bastard and I could probably write thousands of words explaining how Harry being unable to process and accept that Norman was a neglectful and abusive father contributes to why he’s so insistent on pursuing revenge even once he knows Norman was a maniacal mass murderer who nearly murdered both himself and MJ.

Another thing that I find interesting here is like… it’s remarkably easy to argue Peter was absolutely trying to cause Harry physical harm, perhaps to the degree of actually just trying to kill him. He threw a fucking bomb at Harry for crying out loud! This ends up giving me this odd impressions that, especially with him recovering from third degree burns across half his body in about 72 hours, Harry is extremely durable. Human crash test dummy. Makes more sense that Harry seemed to get a concussion from a head injury that should have snapped his neck earlier in the third movie once you take this into account.

Also there’s a crucifixion shot in this scene which I think is wonderful. Harry the hanged man tarot card real.

My absolute favorite part of this scene is an instance of the classic raimi trilogy trope: Harry trying to pretend like he’s attracted to women always makes him act like a goddamn space alien.

3-So we don’t really know a ton about this photo. It’s likely this was taken between sm1 and sm2, especially based on the state of Harry’s hair color and texture. However, one thing that destroys me here is that the cracked glass when Harry picks it up is dividing Harry and Peter. Originally, the scene with the butler isn’t in here and Harry only found the photo and that’s what motivated him to go help. I wish they’d kept it in there. It’s more powerful if it’s motivated internally. Also, see prior comments on why Harry clung to revenge so deeply. Harry would have been making the choice to defend the people who truly loved him with his life instead of mindlessly pursuing revenge he didn’t want because he thought it would make his abuser happy. Also would have been better because it would nail home the idea that Harry wasn’t an evil or malicious person, he was just like, hurting and severely mentally ill and probably actively experiencing psychosis for most of that from the looks of it. Using the butler sucked.

#harryposting #harry osborn #raimiverse #raimi trilogy #spider man #peter parker #spiderman

[chattingwiththelightkeeper]

How Is It Different?

In the realm of human connection and intimate partnerships, there exists a vast spectrum of relationship dynamics, each with its unique flavor. Among these, D/S relationships stand out for their intense and profound nature. Today we shall take a journey exploring the reasons why D/S relationships can often be more intense than vanilla ones and invite you, dear readers, to share your insights on this captivating topic.

1. Transparency and Vulnerability

D/S relationships demand a level of transparency and vulnerability that surpasses that of many vanilla relationships. Both the dominant

and the submissive are required to communicate their desires, boundaries, and fantasies openly. This heightened level of honesty and vulnerability fosters deep emotional connections and fosters an environment where partners can truly be themselves without fear of judgment.

2. The Power Exchange Dynamic

At the core of D/S relationships is the power exchange dynamic, where one partner willingly submits to the authority and control of the other. This relinquishing of power can be intensely liberating for the submissive, while the dominant takes on the responsibility of guiding and caring for their partner. This exchange creates a profound sense of trust, intimacy, and emotional connection that often surpasses the more equal power dynamics found in vanilla relationships.

3. Intense Sensory Experiences

D/S relationships often incorporate sensory experiences that heighten emotions and sensations. Activities such as bondage, impact play, or sensory deprivation can trigger intense physical and emotional responses. These heightened sensations can create powerful connections and a deeper understanding of each other's desires and boundaries.

4. Exploration and Self-Discovery

In the world of D/S, exploration is not limited to the physical realm but extends into the psychological and emotional domains. Partners are encouraged to explore their desires and boundaries, as well as those of their partner(s). This journey of self-discovery can lead to profound personal growth and a deeper connection with one's partner.

5. Rituals and Symbols

D/S relationships often incorporate rituals and symbols that hold significant meaning for the participants. These can include acts of service, wearing specific attire, or using honorific titles. These rituals create a sense of structure and reinforce the power dynamic, intensifying the emotional connection between dominant and submissive.

6. Ongoing Communication and Check-Ins

The constant communication and check-ins that are inherent in D/S relationships ensure that both partners remain emotionally connected and attuned to each other's needs. This level of attentiveness can lead to a heightened sense of emotional intimacy and satisfaction.

Now, dear readers, it is time to from you.

What are your thoughts on the intensity of D/S relationships compared to vanilla ones? Why, for you, do D/S relationships hold a more powerful allure? Share your insights and personal experiences in the comments below, and let's continue the conversation.

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#The Daily D/S #d/s relationship #bd/sm community #d/s community #my writing

[anshhh-if]

There are instances when you read a random book and find it really appealing to your senses,  but for the moment you can't clearly fathom the source of the delight, and you ponder over it casually for a while, and suddenly you are like "hell yeah this was the reason, this is what I was waiting for, this is the type of book that interests me". To realise one's taste in reading, as any other self-reflections, is truly a matter of joy. And this is truly quite a great milestone (or a stepping stone, I'm not sure) in his reading career. In a world where there are millions of books and writers, and countless genres, and a reader who is vexed by the idea of what utilitarian choice he can make, it's truly relaxing to finally fix on one and be able to discriminate among the possibilities and confidently venture into what he chose. 1984 is one such book that helped me in finding my type. With its ominous, dystopian setting, compelling characters and its bold use of various tropes and elements to intensify the plot, such as the Thought police, Telescreens, Newspeak and the different ironical ministries, the book was dissecting the performance and propaganda of totalitarian regimes (no wonder why it got banned once). Such a presentation of brutal historical facts through fictional and symbolic means was unprecedented in my readings until then. My fondness for the book brought me to the realisation that books with a political understructure and those concerning the ideas like power, ideology, identity and the sorts are of my interest. I need my mind to be disturbed than relaxed. I need to delve deep into the harsh realities that those in power, the Big brothers and their bureaucrats, make the fellow citizens to go through, their oppressions, interpellations, the propaganda, and all the sorts of force the state brings to 'discipline' its subjects. What makes 1984 the best of its kind, apart from its subject matter, is the way it emphasises its political and ideological thrusts through its careful introduction of linguistics, sexual, corporeal and psychological elements into the plot. #georgeorwell #1984 #animalfarm #bookstagram #book #writing #october #darkacademia #reading https://www.instagram.com/p/CjU61xNB5HK/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#georgeorwell #1984 #animalfarm #bookstagram #book #writing #october #darkacademia #reading

[dan6085]

Let's delve into the mesmerizing world of **Vincent van Gogh's masterpiece**, "The Starry Night." This iconic painting, created in 1889, has captivated art enthusiasts and dreamers alike. Its swirling skies, radiant stars, and solitary cypress tree evoke a sense of wonder and mystery.

## *The Starry Night: A Cosmic Symphony*

### **1. The Night Sky**

Van Gogh's canvas is a celestial theater where the night sky takes center stage. Swirling patterns of wind currents dance across the expanse, painted in deep blues and bright yellows. The stars are not mere white dots; they are radiant orbs, each surrounded by a halo of light. Eleven of these celestial gems adorn the canvas, casting their luminous glow upon the earth below.

### **2. The Solitary Cypress Tree**

In the foreground stands a dark and solitary cypress tree. Its form stretches upward, as if yearning to touch the stars or being pulled by unseen cosmic forces. The contrast between the tree's stark silhouette and the vibrant night sky intensifies its mysterious presence. The cypress has often been interpreted symbolically—a bridge between earthly existence and the cosmic unknown.

### **3. The Tranquil Village**

Beneath this celestial display lies a tranquil village. Simple structures—a church steeple, cozy houses—dot the landscape. The village serves as an anchor, grounding the ethereal scene. Amidst the cosmic chaos, it whispers of human existence, of lives lived under the same starry canopy.

### **4. Van Gogh's Brushwork**

Van Gogh's brushwork is alive with energy. Thick, undulating strokes create movement in every element—the rolling hills, the swirling skies, the cypress tree. Each stroke is visible, contributing texture and motion. The artist's emotional intensity infuses the canvas, inviting viewers to feel the pulse of the universe.

### **5. Unseen Forces**

"The Starry Night" transcends mere representation. It delves into the unseen forces that govern our world—the silent energies connecting stars to trees, planets to people. It invites contemplation of cosmic mysteries, the vastness of existence, and our place within it.

In conclusion, "The Starry Night" isn't just a nocturnal scene; it's a cosmic symphony—an ode to the universe's grandeur and our fleeting existence within it. Van Gogh's swirling skies remind us that even in darkness, there is beauty, wonder, and connection.

So, gaze upon this masterpiece, and let its celestial notes resonate within your soul. 🌟🎨.

Source:

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(6) https://www.snowyfictions.com/what-we-can-learn-from-vincent-van-gogh. https://www.snowyfictions.com/what-we-can-learn-from-vincent-van-gogh/.

(7) https://www.inidesignstudio.com/portfolio/limitless-the-galleries?h=8a12a31&iid=5_13633405. https://www.inidesignstudio.com/portfolio/limitless-the-galleries?h=8a12a31&iid=5_13633405.

(8) pkperfumes.com/shop/starry-starry-night. http://pkperfumes.com/shop/starry-starry-night/.

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(10) https://www.wallpapertip.com/wdown/iRwoJTw_starry-night-wallpaper-mural. https://www.wallpapertip.com/wdown/iRwoJTw_starry-night-wallpaper-mural/.

(11) Getty Images. https://www.gettyimages.com/detail/news-photo/the-starry-night-june-1889-news-photo/542028515.

[tejasmehndiartist]

Transform Your Event with a Master Mehndi Artist and Double Your Celebration

Introduction

In case you want to give elegance and tradition to your event, which isn't possible for anything, you ought to try to use Mehndi's wonderful art. In the city of Panchkula, Tejas Mehndi Artist in Panchkula is the best in class and with lots of experience in the peculiar profession, with the ultimate goal of making a beautiful final product.

In the blog post, we are going to tell you why enlisting the assistance of a skillful Mehndi artist in Panchkula can only intensify the celebrations resulting in "double the joy" for your guest.

The Core of Mehndi Artists

Mehndi, more commonly known as henna, has an unsurpassed history of enhancing beauty as well as glorifying happy occasions. A Self-respecting Mehndi artist can bring the charm from this natural dye into outstanding designs, and the skin, then, can be beautified with grace and perfection.

It is the Mehndi artists that the people of Panchkula are seeking these days, as everybody wants to turn their events into eternal splendor with the eternal art of Mehndi.

Tejas Mehndi Artist: A Tower of Prowess - A gateway to success

Mehndi art of Panchkula is highly acclaimed across the country and this business is Mehndi Artist in 

Panchkula Tejas is the epitome of professionalism and dedication towards their work.

Tejas Mehndi's artist possesses the sharpness for observation coupled with a selected combination of both tradition and innovation.

He brings into every project uniqueness and creativity. Whether it’s a Mehndi celebration for a bride, a festive design, or a corporate event, Tejas Mehndi Artist in Panchkula monitors that every dot or line is a masterpiece by itself.

Tejas Mehndi Artist Services: Elevating Your Celebration

Tejas is proud to present a variety of services from providing you with a better occasion to creating timeless memories. This variety ranges from complex bridal designs to grand Mehndi parties. They can ensure similar skills but a different style and theme.

Adopting only the premium quality of henna and mastering the art, Tejas Mehndi Artist differs from others in ensuring that the designs to be created using our techniques are vibrant, long-lasting, and tailored to the suitable your tattoo needs.

FAQs

Q1: How I can get the best Mehndi artist in Panchkula for my occasion like a wedding or Mehndi function is the question that always haunts me?

A: The process of searching online, reading reviews, and viewing portfolios may perhaps be a step taken to discover a Mehndi artist in Panchkula who would suit your needs. These aspects like experience, comfort level, and accessibility need to be taken into consideration when choosing the manner.

Q2: Besides that, what conditions should I take into consideration when I’m looking for an expert in Mehndi styles for my event?

A: Make sure you examine things like whether the Mehndi worker you want is free on your event date, the pricing packages they provide, and whether they can cater to your specific creativity wishes. Communication about your expectations along with any things mentioned earlier is very necessary.

Q3: Whether a Mehndi artist should be booked a day, a week, or a year before any event that is to be held in Panchkula, it all depends on a wide range of factors.

A: The best way to get your mehndi artist booked as fast as possible is to do it early, preferably during the times when the majority of the weddings and festivals in Panchkula are happening simultaneously. Thus, the borrower can immediately access funds without the need to wait for slow processing and consultations.

The Consequence of Mehndi in Celebrations

Marriage, in many cultures, is a crucial reason to have Mehndi because it is a symbol of enthusiasm, affection, and well-being. From weddings and festivals to religious celebrations and corporate functions, mehndi comes in, and it makes every occasion more traditional and more adorned with beauty than before.

Application of mehndi is an art itself

Mehndi has an array of wildlife, beautiful coastlines, and an abundance of natural resources. The paste used for the Mehndi is traditionally created from the leaves of the henna plant. The densely packed spray cones or stainless steel brushes are used to effortlessly guide the henna color onto the skin.

Then a day, after the design planes get up the paint gets off, and geometrical shapes, remain that are a little bit darker the days after that.

Designing Through Trends and Importance of Powerplay Mehndi

The artistry of mehndi continues to change and revise, new trends and patterns come each year so that its styles keep evolving. While Mehndi artists incorporate traditional Indian designs in their work, bend the craft in modern ideas, and take designs that are in style at current celebrations.

The time has come to explain Mehndi Care and Maintenance.

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#mehndi artist in panchkula

[sakisplace]

Kakashi short#1

He could tell it was a female by her silhouette.  She stood motionless staring at the large stone that said “Teacher”.  She wore a black mask with no distinguishing markings just two slits to see out of.  Her attire was all black with gray wrist guards and gray pockets for the kunai she carried.  She fell to her knees as though she were in mourning.

“I told you Kakashi sensei! Someone has been visiting the pervy sage’s memorial.”  Just as Naruto pointed in her direction, Kakashi pushed Naruto to the ground.  One of the kunai flew right between them with such speed and precision that it grazed Kakashi’s fore arm.

She stood ready.  Her heels off the ground ready to move.

“We didn’t mean to startle you.  But you are trespassing on a dear friends resting place.”

She didn’t answer.  She turned and placed a head band on the base of the rock and flickered away.

“Stay right here.”  Kakashi went after her. They went through the forest until they reached a dark and secluded area. 

She stood with her back to him.

“You shouldn’t have come.” He said, approaching her stealthily.

She moved so quickly he didn’t realize she was now behind him. “Why wouldn’t I have come back?”

He turned around at the ready. “You know what side you chose, and it wasn’t the right one.”

She laughed.  “The right side.  You and your village always the right side.  Even that used to bother me about the old man.  But he was different.  He didn’t choose sides. You didn’t deserve him.” She stepped back.  She knew Kakashi wasn’t the one to let her guard down with.

“You’ve said your good bye.  Do not come back here again.  You know what I have to do.”

“And you know what I have to do. I know he’s here, that second rate snake.  I’ll let you protect him, for a bit but when I come for his head, I will not hesitate to take yours as well.”  She disappeared.

Naruto came too late. “Who was that? Did she know pervy sage? Was she another student.  I want to know what she knew about him.”

“Naruto I told you to stay back.”

“I know but she left this.”  He handed Kakashi the headband.  It was the symbol of the hidden cloud village. “I wonder if she knows Killer B!”

“Settle down. She’s not the type to stick around let alone answer juvenile questions.”

Later in the evening.

He sat trying to read his book, but he couldn’t get into it.  His mind kept going back to memories he had already forgotten on purpose.  He kept flashing back to her filled with grief. He knew how she must have felt.  He had seen how Naruto took the death of his sensei; she would be no different.  But she had crossed many lines so many times.  She was in the bingo book, except there was no face for her. He began sifting through the buried memories.  He was the only one who saw her true face but now in this moment he couldn’t bring her image forth.  Maybe it was his way of keeping her a name on a list and nothing more.  He decided since he could concentrate that he would turn in for the night.  He undressed. Everything except for the protector covering his eye. He was sitting on the edge of his bed. Nothing between his sculpted body and sheets.  The moon light lit his back through the window.  There was a slight breeze fluttering through. Something made him sit up straight as a shadow covered the moon’s glow.

“I meant what I said.” He wrapped his sheet around his lower body and started to walk towards her.

Still sitting she removed her mask.  He stopped.  The flash of her golden eyes was all it took for the memories to become whole.  Shivers went up his spine as  the white bundles of ringlets bounced along her melanated cheeks.  His resolve faded and he walked towards her as if he were hypnotized.  She opened her legs to let his body come closer.  Their foreheads rested on each other.  The heat rose up and he pulled her a little closer to him. He was now in between her legs.  She could feel him.  The heat was intensifying below and she wrapped her legs around him, wanting him inside.  He began to kiss her neck; his hands unzipped her top. They began to peel her clothing off in wild excitement.  He was not the calm and calculated jonin he was known to be.  His kisses ran down her neck and to her chest.  He began to consume her flesh as if he were starving for it. He couldn’t take it anymore.  He needed to be inside her.  He lifted her up and took her to the bed. He threw her down. He was on his knees.  She flipped the sandals off her feet as he peeled her pants from her now moist body.  He raised his head and saw the look of anticipation of pleasure from her face.  Their eyes met.  She took his hand within hers and began to rub her breast.  She touched herself with him.  She then took his fingers and traced her lips. She then opened her mouth and began to slowly suck. In and out and then with a little bite.  With her other hand she began to open herself up.  She used one finger to outline her bud and then two to spread herself.  He began to harden.  He loved the way she would play with herself.  She knew he, like any well trained ninja enjoyed the art or watching.  But he couldn’t take it anymore.  He playfully bit her hand to make space for his tongue to take over.  He began to consume her flower.  His tongue swirling.  He had a mouthful of her.  She bit down a little harder on his fingers.  She was trying not to moan too loud.  But the more he devoured her the more she couldn’t hold back. She arched her back and both hands grabbed the sheets, “I need you inside me Ka..ka..shi. Please.”

The sheet that was wrapped around his torso was on the floor.  He climbed on top of her body and he spread her legs further apart. He rubbed himself on the outside of her.  He was drenched in her and she kept flowing.  He gently pushed himself inside of her and let out a growl.  Both bodies were swaying.  Back and forth and around in circles. Both bodies drenched with sweat.  Moaning in ecstasy trying to find the point of true satisfaction.  The sun was rising as they both reached their climax.  They were gasping for air as both bodies lay in exhaustion. They were now laying on their sides facing each other’s naked body. She took his face within her hands and pulled him towards her.  She wanted a closer look into his eye.  The coldness that he showed her from the day before had subsided, but she knew it would come back after the high was gone. She kissed him as this would be the last time.  She pulled away, even though he would have wanted to keep going.

“You can kill me after I make him suffer.”

His eyes closed for a second and when they opened, she was gone.

#anime fanfic #explict #kakashi hatake

[dagenssvenska]

Hej! Hur är det?

I was wondering if you could help me, please. I came across this sentence in an article in Swedish: “Liksom våra ord är de ett symbolsystem” and I’m not sure why the “de” is there. Is it used as an intensifier, like “our words, them too, are a sign system” or for some other purpose?

Tack så mycket!

"De" is "they"!

"Like our words, they are a system of symbols"

[outercrasis]

Sessions

Pairing: College!Din Djarin x F!Reader

Rating: Mature (18+)

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: References to sex, masturbation (nothing actually occurs)

Summary: After meeting Mando, you just can’t seem to get him out of your head. (events directly follow Introductions)

A/N: Thanks for the kind reception to the first post of this AU! I’ll be making a masterlist soon for easier navigation :) Let me know if you’d like to be tagged in future posts or if I’ve missed a warning.

Series Masterlist // Main Masterlist

Lingering Impressions

Your day ended up being an exhausting one. Mando had been your most exciting session for more reasons than just the obvious. You'd reviewed the papers of two freshmen, a junior who wanted you to basically write their paper for them, and another graduate student who disregarded every suggestion you made. Needless to say, Mando's gratitude felt extra special after all of that.

Getting home, you're greeted with the welcome smell of something delicious coming from the kitchen as you throw yourself face-first into the couch. The open floorplan of your tiny two bedroom apartment allows Layla to spot you as you wander in.

"Hello to you too!" she calls over. "I'm making chicken marsala."

You lift your head up from the watermelon-shaped throw pillow to smile at her. "You are a saint and I don't deserve you."

"You totally don't," Layla teases back, happily returning to the stove. You flip over on the couch, mindlessly scrolling through your phone while she finishes making dinner. A comfortable silence fills the room, interrupted only by Layla's hums and the discordant sounds of cooking.

Layla has been your roommate since your sophomore year of college, randomly paired together by the dorm sorting system and inseparable ever since. The two of you clicked, a friendship forged over the awkwardness of early adulthood and a shared love of terrible reality TV. Both of you keep busy schedules while pursuing your respective master’s degrees and help each other out where you can. Making dinners for each other is just a part of that.

It’s not long before Layla brings over two steaming plates of food to lay out on your thrifted coffee table. She sits opposite you, preferring to sit on the floor rather than the couch. You’re eager to dig in, groaning at the first bite.

“I’ll take that as a thank you,” Layla grins, tucking into her own meal.

“God yes.”

“Long day then?”

You groan again, this time in irritation rather than pleasure. “Yes. I don’t know how many more know-it-all grad students I can deal with.”

She’s heard all about your nightmare sessions with students that think they already know everything. You’ve questioned more than once why they bother booking the session if they're just going to ignore your advice and decide their paper is perfect as is. It seems like a total waste of time for both you and them. 

Layla sympathizes and shares her own gripes about some of the assholes she's forced to put up with while working on her research project. After all, no group project is complete without the one person who does nothing but acts like they know everything. Giving each other time to vent another small way the two of you take care of each other.

As you think back on your day and sessions your mind inevitably drifts to Mando. He hadn’t been anything like you’d expected. He was kind in his own way and by far the most amenable session you’d had all day. Not taking off the helmet was odd, as was not giving out his real name, but neither of those had really bothered you when it came down to it. If anything, they only serve to fascinate you further.

“Did something else happen today?” Layla asks, a spark lighting up in her eyes. She can always read you, something that can be either a blessing or a curse depending on what it is you're hiding. You take a few more bites before answering, already anticipating her reaction.

“Well I might have also met Mando today,” You try to throw it out there casually, hoping that if you treat it as though it’s not a big deal she’ll follow your lead. You should have known better.

“You what!? Tell me everything,” Layla screeches at you from across the coffee table. She pushes her food off to the side, clearly deciding that your unexpected meeting with campus's resident celebrity is far more important.

"He came in for a session. His paper was really good, it-"

Layla is quick to cut you off. "I literally couldn't care less about that and you know it. Tell me about him, what's he like? Is he terrifying?"

You can’t help but snort at that. You know why she asked of course - the rumors flying around about him getting out of hand these days - but when you think about him now they all seem ludicrous. The gentle way he spoke to Grogu and offered his hand out to the kid before leaving. The sincerity in his voice as he spoke to you, eager to hear any advice you had to give him. No. Mando was decidedly not terrifying. “He’s… just a guy,” you tell her, not really sure how to explain his unique presence.

The eyeroll you receive in response is warranted. “Are you kidding me right now? You probably know more about him than anyone else on campus and you’re going to tell me he’s just a guy?”

You shrug, shoveling another bite of food into your mouth. “I don’t know what to tell you Lays, I only spent an hour with him. He was nice, really sweet with his kid, and I’ll probably never see him again.”

You’re not sure why you feel a quick sting in your chest at that thought. It wasn’t like you knew him well or that he even owed you anything. Considering the fact that you’d gone weeks without so much as glimpsing him on campus you’d probably only have another chance to see him if he signed up for another session and there was no guarantee he’d return.

“So the kid thing is true?” Layla asks.

“Yeah. Really cute kid, pretty quiet.” Very quiet now that you think of it. You don’t have much experience with kids that young, but you’re certain kids Grogu’s age can talk. He hadn’t said so much as a word, only letting out an occasional noise or two. It was odd, but then he could just be shy or something. Another question you’d probably never have an answer for.

“Is the kid his?” Layla presses.

“I don’t know, it didn’t exactly come up while we discussed his paper on unique material applications,” you snap back at her. You wince a little at your sharp reply. It wasn’t deserved. Layla was simply curious and now the victim of your long day and swirling thoughts.

You quickly follow up with an apology. “Sorry. I just- I had a long day and I really didn’t learn much about him, okay?” 

There’s a small sense of relief when Layla nods, backing down from her inquisition. “It’s cool, I get it. Just promise you’ll tell me if you see him again?”

“Yeah, I’ll let you know.” 

The rest of the night passes like usual. You wash up after dinner, a fair trade since Layla cooked, and the two of you get to tackling homework that’s begun to pile up with the semester entering its full swing. Nighttime study sessions have been a regular occurrence since your undergrad days and have only intensified while pursuing your respective graduate degrees. It’s more about solidarity and accountability than shared workload, what with your program being in English and Layla’s in Marketing, but it’s nice. Simply having company is better than doing it all by yourself.

Around 10:30 you call it, eyes bleary from staring at your laptop. Layla is deep into a PDF reading so you leave her to her work and shuffle off to the shared bathroom. While the water heats, you brush your teeth lazily, going through the motions of your nightly routine. You test the water with your hand before deciding it’s warm enough to step in.

Your thoughts drift aimlessly as you stand under the hot stream, unfocused until they land back on him. It’s like you can’t help yourself, the way your thoughts have been returning to him all night. You’ve puzzled about him before, but only in the abstract. A hypothetical more than a real person. Wondering if rumors are true isn't quite the same as wondering about the man himself. 

All throughout the night he kept popping up. One moment you would be considering the symbolic use of color in your assigned reading and the next you would be puzzling over Mando’s favorite color. Maybe orange, if his gloves were anything to go by. Layla's favorite song played and while she sang along you couldn't help wondering what kind of music he listens to. Rock probably, or was that too on the nose? As you sipped your drink you wondered what his drink of choice would be, alcoholic or not. Did he even drink alcohol at all? Something told you he wasn’t much for losing his inhibitions.

It's all the little things, all the little details that actually make up a person that no one bothers to speculate about that consume you now. Who cares about his favorite movie or favorite food when you can guess on whether or not he's been to jail?

As you wash the grime of the day from your body, your mind continues to drift further, settling onto the first thing that captured your attention earlier today. His hands. Those gorgeous sun soaked hands, how fluidly they moved across his keyboard. The firm hold of them when he shook your hand.

Eyes fluttering closed, you can't help imagining that it's his hands skating across your skin. You can almost feel the gentle roughness of them, the way he'd squeeze and hold you - tight, but not so hard that it hurts. Almost unconsciously, your hand begins to drift down your body, only to be interrupted by a pounding on the bathroom door. Your eyes snap open, confusion and embarrassment replacing your fantasy.

"Hurry up in there! I need to pee," Layla yells through the door.

You grumble in response, knowing she can't hear you, but quickly finish your shower. It's not quite as relaxing anymore, flustered by your wanton thoughts. 

Getting back into your room, you check your email before setting your alarms for tomorrow. There’s the usual spam from online stores reminding you of limited time deals, a reminder that rent is due next week (lovely), and a couple generic university emails. Your eyes fall to your new tutoring appointment emails and you flick through them mindlessly to clear them out, knowing they’ll all automatically appear on your calendar. 

Just as you’re about to close out of the app and get some well needed rest, a new email pops through. It’s another appointment alert scheduled for next week. You tap to open it and your heart flutters when you read the name on the form. Mando. No need to wonder about if you’d ever see him again now. You’d be seeing him Tuesday at 3 PM. Somehow you know he won’t miss his appointment.

×××××

Din is exhausted. Between Grogu, classes, and trying to find ways to make money, he barely has enough time to do basic functional adult things. Things like showering regularly, eating more than a required minimum of once a day, or heaven help him sleep. 

He wishes he could afford a regular babysitter, allow himself some occasional reprieve but it's not possible. He makes just enough to keep the bills paid and at least Grogu's stomach full. There's also an ever present paranoia about letting a stranger into his home, much less to watch his son. Only Paz and Cara have ever babysat for him and even that was mostly against his will.

Din slumps onto his couch, exhausted from the long day. He’d found the couch on the side of the road. It’s well worn and has a couple holes in it, but it was devoid of fleas, comfortable, and most importantly, free. His helmet is off, sitting on the kitchen table where he’d left it after getting home from campus. He’s mostly used to it these days, but sometimes it can still feel suffocating underneath the custom bucket. Taking it off at the end of the day is always welcome, especially when Din sees Grogu’s eyes light up at his exposed face.

He allows himself just a moment of rest, closing his eyes and leaning his head against the back of the couch. Grogu had finally gone to bed, demanding three stories before he fell asleep and Din not having it within him to deny the requests. A small smile rests on his lips, thinking of Grogu's excitement at his mediocre storytelling. He already loathes the day when Grogu won't ask him to read anymore.

There are about twenty other things he should be doing right now other than sitting on the couch. The apartment hasn't been cleaned properly in weeks, dishes are piling up, laundry needs to be done, he needs to find a job for this weekend, should probably find better daycare for Grogu, has an exam to study for, and a paper to finish writing. He should be doing all of that and more, and yet he can't find the will to move. He stays planted firmly on the couch, letting his thoughts drift. A few different ideas and ruminations swirl around, but his mind settles onto one. Her.

She isn't what he had been expecting. When his professor had recommended a session with a writing tutor he'd been a little miffed at first. Din knew words weren't his strong suit, but he hadn't thought he was that bad. He probably wouldn't have even considered it if she hadn't immediately assured him that it was only a suggestion because she saw potential in his work.

He had still only been considering it, form half filled out, when Grogu had hit submit. He’d looked for a way to cancel the appointment, but couldn’t figure it out with the school’s poorly designed website, so instead he had resigned himself to going. After all, just the one session couldn't hurt and he'd already be on campus.

He thought the tutor would be some irritating know-it-all, pointing out all the mistakes in his paper. Either that, or that they'd be too nervous to make any real criticisms. He’d noticed the way people froze up around him, sometimes too timid to even look in his direction. She wasn't either of those things.

She was all smiles and kindness, not hesitant around him for a moment. Even Grogu took an immediate liking to her, as evidenced by the gift of his frog drawing. Din had more of those than he could count, but very few others had been bestowed the honor of his sacred amphibian themed artworks.

She challenged him in a way he liked, not rude but still forceful. Encouraging him to figure out what it was she was guiding him towards with the paper. Not taking ownership, simply identifying where ideas could be made stronger or clearer. They’d only worked through a few pages in the session and Din already felt more confident in his writing. 

What he liked most though was that she hadn't even asked about the helmet. It was all he heard from those brave enough to speak to him. Where did he get it, why did he wear it, did he ever take it off, what does he look like underneath, and so on. Avoiding all of those questions got to be draining. She didn't even acknowledge it.

She had mentioned the rumors that were apparently swirling around campus about him but that was it. He was a bit grateful for that though, entirely unaware of how popular he'd apparently become. The stares that followed him on campus were hard to ignore, but he didn’t know about their accompanying whispers. He still isn’t sure if the rumors are a good or a bad thing. Her reaction hadn’t given him all that much to go off of. He wishes it had.

That thought stops Din short. Where did that come from? Why did her opinion of him suddenly matter after a single one hour session? Din can’t remember the last time he considered someone else’s opinion of him. Probably when he first brought Grogu home to meet everyone. Now here he is, wondering what his English tutor’s thoughts were about the rumors everyone has been spreading about him. He needs to get out more.

Din shakes his head free, trying to ponder other aspects of his life. Like when he’d be able to get the Razor Crest up and running again. She’d broken down again after only the second week of classes. Paz makes fun of him for riding on such an old bike, but she’s a classic. Din can’t get rid of her, no matter how much she likes to break down on him. In the meantime he could make due with the loaner truck from Peli.

Thoughts of his motorcycle only distract him for so long though. He realizes half-way through the fantasy that he’s imagining taking her out on his bike, feeling her hands clasped around his waist as he rides through the city. The way she’d hang on just a little tighter, pressing herself against his back, as he hits the throttle just a bit harder.

Din sits up on the couch and mutters to himself. “Come on, Djarin. Pull it together.”

She’s beautiful, yes, but to already be fantasizing about taking her for a ride? That’s a bit much. It has been months since Din has seen any kind of action, but he shouldn’t be this desperate after spending only an hour with a pretty face. Still, now that he’s thinking of it, his mind wanders to what she’d be like. 

Would she take charge, calm and in control like she was earlier today? Or would she submit to him, allow him to do whatever he wanted? A small groan escapes Din’s lips at the thought of having her beneath him, begging for him to take her. How she would look spread out on his bedsheets, how sweet she’d taste. He can already imagine how good she’d feel wrapped around him, the way her eyes would look all strung out and cockdumb. It would be a beautiful sight if he’s ever lucky enough to see it.

An alarm Din forgot he set suddenly blares on his phone. He can’t even remember what he set it for as he’s yanked from his lewd imaginings, scrambling to turn it off. There’s a small wave of embarrassment as he registers where he allowed his thoughts to drift. 

Ignoring the uncomfortable pressure in his jeans, Din pulls up the tutoring appointment form on his phone and signs up for another session. There’s an option to select a specific tutor and he’s quick to open it up, choosing her name from the drop down menu. 

There’s nothing wrong about this, right? She’d helped him with his paper and Grogu liked her. She even asked if she’d be seeing him again. That was plenty of reason to have another session. His renegade fantasies had nothing to do with his decision to go back. Din is a man in control of his urges. If anything, this next session would prove that his thoughts were all just fleeting, just a simple result of going too long without anyone in his bed.

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