#i guess milk aesthetic is a think?

[sxnsitivities004-archived]

Greetings ! May I have a Miltank Moodboard? (Pokemon), no specific theme! you surprise me on that.

miltank moodboard for @oppositesofflowers !

hey there, i went with a milk jar & pink cottagecore theme cause i thought it fit ^^ hope that's okay with you!! have a nice day & thank you for requesting!

#i simply love watatsumi coral pearls. ♡ request complete #oppositesofflowers ! #pokemon #pokemon moodboard #miltank #cottagecore #cottagecore moodboard #pink cottagecore #pink moodboard #milk aesthetic #i guess milk aesthetic is a think? #the tag popped up w/o me hitting enter #huh

[abyssalpriest]

can i be borderline controversial and say that i do think there's a correlation between the love and adoration for the other kings, Leviathan's brutal honesty about grey-morality and involvement in war when you know him as Leviathan, and his lack of worshipers here under that name. the controversial part being that the other kings seem way more into propaganda flourishing and part of why i say that is because ive known both of them and they fucking do that oops hashtag UPG (PVG) spilled outta my pockets there

ie its always people who work for the other kings i see so caught up in how loving and pure the kings and ''demons'' are, and you COULD say that's just because Lev doesn't have many worshipers under that name but I think its more so because when you know "Leviathan" uhhhhh. like you could say lack of lev worshipers = lack of lev propaganda but i think its more so lev isnt going to pretend to be a beautiful siren man in a suit who tells you he loves you so so much even tho he just met you two seconds ago

#there's many factors IMO why we dont see many Leviathan worshipers so much as Shaivites and (insert other names here) #one of which is this but another big factor is. he. doesnt like Chrxstianity in the way that his brothers do lmfao he has other #ways of worshiping him and other labels that arent ''demon'' or occult and reverse-cxtholic aesthetics including latin and #priesthood and whatnot. i love that shit bc travelling to another country to grow up from age 10 and being exposed to the beauty #of cxtholic architecture and worship and aesthetics was cool af it was really like. i love this expression of devotion i love all human #devotion and i love gold and i love SUFFERING lmfao so. im always like oooo aesthetics and hes like. ah. hmm. no thanks #which is NOT to say thats all demonolatry is and IS to say he much prefers in my experience other ways of worshiping him #milk honey and ghee for one fucking example lmfao. flowers thrown into the ocean. blessing horses. traversing the wilderness. storm #chasing. I GUESS THERES A REASON HIS BIG NAMES are Shiva(/Rudra)/Poseidon/Tengri/etc and not Leviathan #as he was saying to me he's... he's not a god found in churches hes overhead at all times at least partially. hes in our dna. hes in the #trees surrounding our towns hes the deer and the wolves and the wild playfulness vs efficient machinery of horses. the rivers and the ocean #the clouds. mathematics. actual machines. i think trying to tie him into like... latin and chrxstian inspired rites and the word ''demon''. #ive said it before. If you catch him in a certain mood he does actually enjoy roleplaying the ''demon'' persona and the antithesis and #undoing of chrxstianity but. hes. not what he is not. listen he LOVES spooking people and if youre spooked by demons... he loves being #intimidating if you want a big tough king that also understands your deep and dark sides and who is intelligent and gentle but Dark #yeah im sure he'll be Leviathan for you but its like. idk. OH THIS IS. THIS IS THE SECOND REASON. THE POST IS ABOUT THE FIRST #THAT I LISTED LMFAOOOOOO #sorry im so in love w him atm let me talk about him please #ramblings //

[jojolimons]

Made a fancier version of cheesecake pudding :]

#limon talks #couldnt find blueberry syrup...so i made my own >:] #i think i didnt cook the syrup hot enough cuz it was still kinda runny #but w/e its still good #i doubled the lemon juice and got the flavor i was looking for #got 2/3 for a blueberry cheesecake pancake #just gotta work on my pancake skills now #its annoying looking up recipes online #its all about making aesthetically pleasing pancakes #tiktok voice: how to make the fluffiest pancakes ever! floppy pancakes are dog sh!t! #and like. man. maybe i want dogshit pancakes. #guess im aiming for somewhere in between a crepe and a pancake #prolly just need more milk and little to no baking powder #maybe butter #not really sure how to get a flexible pancake

[heart-bones]

in my despair I decided to download and sign up for amc+ so I can watch iwtv and have finally watched the second episode 🥲

#guess who cried at the 'you are a killer louis!!!!' scene m ee i d i d #peak formative scene i cannot explain #like frances eating the Blake painting #jame gumb putting on makeup in the mirror #Gaston bellowing DID YOU HONESTLY THINK SHE'D WANT YOU #that part in batman returns when selina drinks the milk in her kitchen and then screams and wrecks her apartment #and of course tom lestat 'take your aesthetes taste to purer things kill them quickly if you will BUT DO IT" #all these lil bits that hit something in me that i cannot find words for

[mblue-art]

i’m curious about your take on strawberry nightmare! to you, what’s he like? how does he act? what’s he all bout?

He is annoying (/aff hehe), and even more so to regular Nightmare. I tried to figure out (still am, I guess) how to put the flavor theming and '2P!' thing together, but here's what I have in my head for him ^^ (ramble warning!)

Finding out that the concept of '2P!' variants existed in UTMV too, made me happy! Usually 2P!s are inverted or flipped versions of the original character— think Fell'd or Swap'd versions in UTMV terms— so I thought:

Huh. If he's supposed to be a flipped version of Nightmare, would he have similarities with Swap!Dream? 🤔 But softer, nicer? 'cause he's also strawberry milk-themed! 🍓 flavors and aesthetics can be associated with soft, nice, sweet, cheery, and pretty...

(And sometimes, behind that pretty pink, lies red danger. While regular Nightmare clearly shows that he is a threat, S!NM hides it behind a layer of sweetness; (like a yandere— I explored yandere S!NM here), like a 'nice' character hiding their bad side—

But don't worry! Only those who are deserving of his wrath will face it. He's mean when he needs to. The simps are safe, as well as the people he cherishes! He can be a patient man. Just don't be on his bad side and you'll be a-ok! 👍(⁠◠⁠‿⁠・⁠)⁠—⁠☆

He's like... If regular NM decided to go uwu for the bit, but forever.........(/hj)

He is friendly, a flirt, flips between being all cutesy and rizzing up the simps,

nicely offers you (suspicious— he loves making people doubt LOL) pink sweets in exchange for company or simply as thanks for spending time with him

(A king can feel so lonely sometimes 😩😔 esp w/o his dear brother around... so maybe he has a massive pink house instead of a castle :] Oooh, imagine how pink and aesthetic the interior would be...),

likes messing with the original Nightmare (Ah!! NM hosting parties! Him getting invited! Yes, he'd def talk to the king of the castle but tries to be civil! This is a nice fancy party with lots of people around; he's not gonna ruin this for anyone 😤 he just wants to socialize!!)

(Yes he owns a few creative 🍓-themed suits, why wouldn't he lean towards his aesthetic 😤)

Like any Guardian of Feelings, he can manipulate/control emotions. He can pull out one's negative emotions to calm them down, and he can also make one feel nervous or any other mix of feelings in his presence, just like how his original counterpart does.

As for his role in the multiverse, I'd say he honestly just tries to have fun. Yk, jus a lil chaos. Teehee. No multiverse domination or anything, he just likes being a menace to people hehehe

An idea I thought of a few times is him hinting that he has visited Nightmare's castle (whether he actually talked to NM or not) by leaving strawberry milk (carton/bottle) in the fridge for the others to see and be confused by.

'hey guys where's my choccy milk? did any of you drink it?? it was my last box!' - 'why is there strawberry milk again... none of you drink this...' - 'who keeps getting this pink stuff'

NM eventually informs them about this visitor, and to be cautious, just... Don't drink whatever pink thing he leaves in the fridge.

I've never really thought of what S!NM's backstory would be, what him and his Dream's 'Dreamtale AU' would be, so right now, he's just... There one day (lol) with a brother that keeps? running away from him?? (His Dream is 🟦 instead of 🟨! (I saw an artist drew him as such) And while 🍓 is happy and excited, 🔵 is kinda gloomy... Interesting to see a happy Negativity Guardian and a grumpy Positivity Guardian...)

You can scroll through the #snm asks tag to read past (mostly simp) shenanigans with him, and you can also click these links for my other rambleposts about him ^^

#ask #mblue talks #m rambles #snm asks #took me a while bc i had to yoink the thoughts that were floating in the clouds orz #i'm still! interested about hearing people's takes on him too!! :D

[lionlena]

Llamas don't drink whiskey... (JackDanielsxf!reader) one shot

Summary: Jack allows you to have many animals on his ranch, but will he allow llamas?

Warnings: fluff, a lot of fluff, a tiny bit of smut

Llamas don't drink whiskey

A few weeks after you became Jack's fiancée, he asked you to move to his ranch. You agreed immediately because you saw only the advantages. First of all, you could be closer to your beloved Cowboy. Always wait for him when he returns from his mission. Secondly, it was a good opportunity to get to know each other even better before the wedding and introduce your own changes. Although you didn't want to change his home too much, because the truth was that you loved Jack's ranch. It was wonderful, just like in the picture.

And there was a third reason: ANIMALS.

You loved animals, but you could never keep them because first your stepsister was allergic, so your parents didn't let you have pets. When you were a student, you didn't have this option either, and then, the owners of the apartments you rented didn't agree to keep animals. So it had to be enough for you to help at the animal shelter and take care of your friend's pets.

But that finally changed. Because there were animals on Jack's ranch (your ranch) and you could have kept more.

Jack was happy to make your dreams come true. Your happiness was his happiness. So you already had your own horse, dog, cat, Vietnamese pig... Jack agreed to everything.

"You want chickens, Sugar. You'll have chickens."

"You want to have rabbits, Sugar. You're going to have rabbits."

However, your last request was not met with such enthusiasm. You were lying on the couch together. You on Jack with a satisfied face after riding him. You were both catching your breath after you both reached your climax. His cock was still twitching inside you as you blurted out:

"Can we have a llama?"

Jack opened his eyes and looked at you as if you had asked for a giraffe.

"What are you gonna do with a llama, huh? You just want to get one for the aesthetic?"

You looked at him offended and pouted:

"No... Cuddling a llama cures anxiety and calms you down. They are great therapy animals."

Jack chuckled at that. He had never even considered a llama as a suitable therapy animal. But then, his mind switched gears, and he raised his eyebrow.

"But can you even ride a llama?"

You started laughing as you imagined it. Your Cowboy on a llama.

"I don't think you can ride on llamas... They might be pack animals, I guess."

"So why do you need a llama?" He replied jokingly.

You shook your head, knowing full well that he was teasing you.

"You can't ride dogs, or chickens, or even cows, but we keep them."

Jack smiled and stroked your hair.

"The dog guards the ranch, the chickens give eggs, the cows give milk, and the llamas..."

"And llamas bring comfort."

Jack laughed and looked into your beautiful eyes. He knew he wouldn't be able to resist your request for long. He loved you too much.

"So you want a llama for therapeutic purposes, right? That means you have to cuddle a giant llama every time you feel anxious or stressed. Could you do that? Would a llama even be a good cuddle partner? I mean, it has a neck, long neck, and such a goofy little face."

"A llama is a great cuddle buddy… Llamas are so cute and…" You stroked his cheek. "I think you're kind of like a llama."

"I am?" He asked, raising his eyebrows playfully. It was obvious that he wasn't annoyed by this strange comparison, after all, he was so in love with you that nothing could make him mad at you. "So... you're going to cuddle with me to relieve your stress, is that what you're saying?"

"Yes." You said and hugged him tightly. "You're perfect for cuddling."

That's what he wanted to hear. He protected and cared for you, and he didn't mind at all that you treated him like a comfortable pillow. On the contrary, it gave him incredible happiness. He wrapped his arms around you and held you close to him as if you were a precious treasure.

"You can come and cuddle with me whenever you want, Sweetheart."

You sighed in contentment and kissed his neck.

"So... Can I have llamas?"

He laughed when you asked again. It seemed like your obsession with llamas was even bigger than his obsession with you. But he was ready to fulfill this request as well.

"Of course, you can have a llama, princess. I won't even argue with your request. I'll buy you the biggest and best llama. A male llama too, in case you'd be happy knowing you'll have a little llama guy to cuddle with when you're stressed."

You giggled happily and looked into his eyes lovingly.

"You're the best."

And those were the words that immediately made him smile broadly, his heart swelling with love for you and pride in himself. He loved it when his Sugar was happy because it meant his happiness. He wanted nothing more than to live with you on your ranch. And he didn't mind that this ranch was slowly turning into a mini zoo.

He imagined that maybe one day there would be a little cowboy running among all these animals... Or a little princess.

He kissed your head and purred softly:

"You'll get your llama."

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A month later, four llamas appeared on your ranch because: "Jack, a llama can't live alone, they need a herd."

So you had three females and of course one male. Each llama was different. One was all white, the second was white and brown, and the third was black. The male, named Cobalt, was light-colored with brown dots and... You couldn't help but think he was making exactly the same faces as Jack. You even bought him a little cowboy hat and secretly called him Jack.

Of course, Whiskey still pretended that llamas were unnecessary and that they were of no use.

However, one day you caught him hugging one of them. You entered the stable quietly and leaned against the doorframe, watching your beloved pet the llama's neck. The day before, he had returned from a hard mission and had apparently discovered the therapeutic properties of llamas.

You cleared your throat and he immediately moved away from the llama and scratched his head.

"What... I just came to feed them... She stuck to me herself."

"Of course, Jack." You replied and giggled. "So, llamas aren't that useless."

He sighed and rolled his eyes. He started stroking the llama's neck again.

"They're not that bad, but they have one major flaw." You raised your eyebrows, intrigued. "They don't drink whiskey."

You started laughing loudly. Of course, it was all Jack. He had to find some flaw, no matter how absurd. He couldn't just admit that he liked llamas.

"Oh yeah... Llamas don't drink whiskey." You repeated and walked over to him.

You wrapped your arms around his waist and snuggled into his broad chest. After all, he was always your first choice when it came to cuddling.

Jack immediately hugged you back and kissed your head.

"But you know who drinks whiskey?" You started talking. "Me. So I can be your companion."

He chuckled softly and pulled you closer to him.

"You are the best companion." He whispered into your ear. "For everything, not just drinking whiskey."

You felt yourself getting pleasantly warm. You grabbed his hand.

"Let's get out of here. Llamas shouldn't have to witness what happens after drinking whiskey."

Jack laughed loudly and wrapped his arms around your waist.

"Of course, Sugar! Leave the llamas... You can't ride them. But You can ride your cowboy!"

Pernament tag list: @harriedandharassed

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal fanfiction #jack daniels #agent whiskey #jack daniels fanfiction #jack daniels x reader #jack daniels and you #agent whiskey fanfiction #agent whiskey and reader #kingsman the golden circle #pedro pascal characters #fluff #so much fluff #jack daniels is so sweet

[quibbs126]

Can Black pearl and timekeeper fanchild? :0

Ah, we finally get to her. Well, this is Tuna Melt Cookie

So basically, her character is that she runs a game show. I think at the time I was watching someone talk about Total Drama, so she's something like Chris from that show. Including being a sociopath who doesn't really care that about the well being of her contestants and thinks it makes good entertainment. And considering she's got two gods for parents, her show is probably even more extreme. She's not as bad as someone like Shadow Milk though, and she probably has some actual friends

She probably also has a mermaid form, but she generally likes staying on land since there's more Cookies there to watch struggle

Also fun fact, her covered eye has black eye lines instead of white like her other one. Which would have been more cool and unique if Shadow Milk didn't already do that (also fun fact, I actually knew someone in one class in high school who actually had different colored eyelashes and eyebrows. One side was blonde and the other brown, apparently she was just born with it. I've wanted to mention it since Shadow Milk but never found the right time to say)

Anyways, on to her name. So Tuna Melt isn't exactly a name that fits with the likes of Black Pearl and Timekeeper, but I like it anyways. And my canon explanation is that Timekeeper picked it because it was funny

Anyways, so the name comes from the fact that is has fish in it, like Black Pearl sort of is, it's a sandwich that involves bread because I keep thinking croissants are bread, and the cheese fits with Timekeeper's color scheme

Tuna melt:

So Tuna Melt's generally red and yellow color scheme comes from the food. I think I was originally planning on making the red blue, but I experimented with red and asked a Discord group which looks better and they said the red. Also it somewhat sets her apart

The thick yellow lines in her hair are supposed to be a reference to the very thick slices of cheese that I kept finding when I looked up tuna melt, not to mention it fits with Timekeeper's color scheme. The rest of her hair I guess is the tuna

The white sparkles are supposed to be a reference to Black Pearl since she has those in her hair and bottom of her tail, as well as the bottom of her legs having the gradient. Also, it works with her flashy game show host aesthetic

Her little jabot (I think that's the right word) is another reference to BP, with the frills being like an upside down version of Black Pearl's shell and the brooch being like her gem

The coattails on her outfit were also supposed to be a reference to tuna fish tails, since I thought the design just needed a little bit more pizzazz. That's also why she has the gold leg thing

But yeah overall, she's another banger design to me, and I hope you enjoy her too

#I'm hungry for a good grilled cheese now #unfortunately I don't know where to find that here (without a car at least) #:( #anyways #cookie run #timekeeper cookie #black pearl cookie #cookie run oc #fankid #fanchild #tuna melt cookie #requests #answers

[tothemeadow]

im CRAVING some rengoku x reader please 🛐🛐 ive read every single rengoku x reader, i need MORE.

if you can, can you make it nsfw?

this is based around the "housewife fucks the milkman trope," plus it contains 1950s suburban life but only the aesthetic

'milk and cookies' / Rengoku K. x Reader

warning: NSFW, infidelity, kitchen sex

words: 1,305

notes: AU, fem reader, PWP

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“Here’s your milk for today, ma’am!” Kyojuro chirps.

You take the glass bottles from his outstretched hands, a smile curling the corners of your mouth. While you’re pleased with your delivery, you’re happier to see the neighborhood’s beloved milkman. Like the other housewives (and some husbands) lining the street, your affection towards the man is more than obvious. He’s wonderful at his job, yes, and it’s even better that he’s drop dead gorgeous.

Tall, broad, and muscular, Kyojuro is the very embodiment of the sun. With fiery hair and dazzling eyes, it’s hard to miss him rolling down the street in cow print truck. Plus, his uniform consists of a white outfit that molds to his form….

Leaning against the doorframe, you turn your smile into something irresistibly sweet. “Mr. Rengoku, why don’t you come in for tea? You deserve a break, too, you know. I even did a bit of baking yesterday, too. Something that would go perfectly with this milk, no?”

You don’t miss the way Kyojuro’s eyes linger on your cherry painted lips. His gaze flickers back upwards as a hand rubs the back of his neck. “Isn’t your husband home, ma’am?”

“Giyuu is at work,” you tell him, tone light. “Besides, I don’t bite.”

Not unless you want me to.

Glancing around, Kyojuro clears his throat. He then returns your smile, his teeth a pearly white compared to his tanned skin. “I guess a quick break wouldn’t be terrible.”

Hook, line, sinker.

Leading Kyojuro into your home, you shut the front door; the lock slides home with an audible click, leaving the two of you free from prying eyes. There’s no doubt that the other ladies would cause a fuss over Kyojuro entering your house, yet you know that they’d do the exact same thing if given the opportunity.

You direct him to the kitchen with a sway in your hips. Your heels click against the hardwood floor, and you hope it’s loud enough to conceal the excited beat of your heart. And, just as you’ve told him, a plate of cookies sits neatly on the kitchen table, looking almost like they were set up for this precise moment.

Kyojuro eases onto a chair while you put the milk into the icebox and place a kettle on the stove. “Your home is quite lovely,” he says, a start to pleasant conversation.

“Thank you, Mr. Rengoku,” you reply. Turning to him, you gesture to the cookies on the table. “Please, help yourself.”

And, if you want, you can have my other cookie, too.

It takes little convincing. Kyojuro’s face brightens as he bites into the delicacy, a pleased hum rumbling in the back of his throat. “UMAI!” he shouts.

You chuckle as his face turns a bright red. He stutters a sorry, didn’t mean to be so loud, but you quickly comfort him, telling him that it’s perfectly fine if he’s loud. His hand twitches at your comment.

“Tell me, sir, do you like milk?” you ask, voice sweet, innocent. At your words, you subtly push out your chest. “For your tea, I mean.” You cock your head. “And what about sugar?”

Bingo.

The chair scrapes against the linoleum as Kyojuro hurries to a stand. He’s on you within moments, hands on your hips while his mouth captures yours. You’d never think it’d be this easy to seduce Kyojuro, but here you are, knocking the hat off his head and running your fingers through his hair.

He gasps against your lips. “We… we shouldn’t be doing this. I apologize.”

“Don’t be sorry,” you purr. “I want this. Do you, sir?”

The name clearly has an effect on him. He kisses you once more, hands settling on your ass. You take this opportunity to run your hands over his body; he feels hard and warm under your hands, and a slight moan slips from his mouth when they land on the swell of his pectorals. He moans louder when you squeeze them. They feel so full, so plush. You almost believe that the milk he delivers come from him.

It’s easy work to strip him from his uniform’s shirt, leaving his torso completely exposed. He’s tastier than you originally thought, all rippling muscle and smooth skin. Pulling away, you direct your attention to his chest, smearing lipstick over his pecs, his nipples. His harsh breathing fills your ears, as does the slight moans rumbling in his throat.

“May I?” he croaks.

You tell him yes.

A yelp escapes your mouth as he grips onto the back of your thighs and lifts you onto the counter. Pushing your skirt up to your hips, he eases his way in between your legs, a hungry sheen covering his eyes. Warm fingers skim your inner thighs, yet they don’t dare travel to where you need them most.

“Please don’t tease me,” you tell him, rolling your head back. “I’d say I’ve been a good girl, hmm? Please, sir, give me what I want.”

It’s nothing but pure bliss when Kyojuro pushes your panties to the side and shoves two fingers into your quivering pussy. He curses when he feels that you’re already wet, your walls giving in easily to his touch. Your back arches into him, nails digging into his shoulders.

“So good,” you purr. “Give me more.”

High pitched noises escape your mouth as he fucks you with his fingers. The kettle is already whistling, but at least it provides a nice cover if any nosy neighbors decide to creep. However, with how fast his fingers plunge in and out of your pussy, it wouldn’t be much of a surprise if they could hear the wet noises.

You nearly cry when he releases his cock; it’s hot and hard, just like the rest of him. Your mouth waters the sight, and you wonder how the weight would feel against your tongue. He slips inside with a low groan, his forehead dropping to your shoulder as he bottoms out. Your velvety walls flutter around him, urging him to move.

His cock pumps in once, twice. Your eyes threaten to roll to the back of your head as he gradually sets a rhythm. A mix of slick and precum slip from your puffy lips as Kyojuro thrusts into you, a hand on your hip while the other rests flat against the counter. With your legs hooked around his waist, you cling onto him desperately, the loveliest noises spilling from your painted lips.

Then oh, there goes his thumb, landing on your clit and rubbing it along with his harsh thrusts. Your walls squeeze tantalizingly around his cock; you want to milk him for his worth, have his knees go completely weak from your pussy.

Grabbing onto his hair, you force his head up. Worming your tongue into his mouth, you rock your hips steadily against him. Kyojuro moans, beautiful and deep, and he quickens his pace. A mantra of ah, ah, ah! fills the kitchen as he brings you closer to your climax.

Before long, you’re creaming around his cock. He sucks in a sharp breath as your walls clamp down around him. “Yes, fuck, baby, just like that,” he grunts. His hips move erratically, his panting filling your ear. He then pulls out abruptly, his hand closing around his cock as he brings himself to orgasm, his spend splashing on your panties and flushed pussy.

After a few moments, the two of you finally catch your breath and smile at each other. Kyojuro rubs the back of his neck again. “Do you… do you think we could do this again?”

You press a chaste kiss to his lips. “Absolutely, Mr. Rengoku. I’m always willing to take your milk.”

Before Kyojuro has the chance to respond, the sound of a car door slamming shut rings from outside.

Shit.

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I'm sorry Giyuu but I love torturing you too much-

#kny #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #kny x reader #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #demon slayer x reader #rengoku kyojuro x reader #kyojuro rengoku #rengoku kyojuro #request #kny smut

[twisted-turtels]

Crossed Paths (Pt.2)

Farleigh Start x black!fem!oc

Author’s note: I’m on a role tonight. This is gonna be a friends-to-lover kind of story. I guess Farleigh's personality is kind of a head cannon, but we know he is a dick head and he still is, but not to Jordan. Just cute, playful banter. I can't wait to keep writing more. 

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

1133 words

Crossed Paths

Does the fit give rich, posh English major whose school is paid for by daddy’s money? Jordan thinks to herself as she’s admiring herself in the mirror. She woke up extra early today to make sure everything looked good. Jordan took the time to do her makeup and even set out an outfit the night before. The weather will be pretty chilly, but “A hoe never gets cold,” as her mother would say, so Jordan decided to wear a skirt today. She looks down at her watch. Only 8:30. I still have time to grab something quick to eat and drink. She grabs her school bag and keys and exits the door.

Jordan comes across a quaint cafe and decides to go inside. She notices there’s a line, so she decides to wait. As she takes a look at the menu, she feels a presence standing behind her. She turns around to see Farleigh standing in line as well.

“Look who’s trying to fit into the Oxford aesthetic,” Farleigh remarks with a sly grin. 

Jordan looks down at her outfit, “I- Well,” Farleigh laughs, “I’m just messing with you. Your outfit is cute,” he turns to look at the menu, “What are you getting?”

Jordan laughs, “I think it’s only customary to try the tea that the British lose their minds over. And a scone as well.”

The line continues to move until she and Farleigh are at the counter. 

“Hi, can I get-” Jordan starts, “Can we get two teas with milk and a vanilla scone?” Farleigh continues. Jordan stares at Fareligh in disbelief, “So you’re paying?” She asks. “Of course, it’s the gentlemanly thing to do,” he responds.

Oh, so he got money?

“I suppose so.” Jordan smiles.

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Farleigh and Jordan walk out of the cafe towards campus. 

“How does it taste, Jordy?”

“Oh, so it’s Jordy now,” Jordan laughs softly, “and it tastes fine, nothing like sweet tea, though, which is ten times better. The scone is delicious, though.”

“I never asked, but what are you studying?” Farleigh asks. “I’m actually studying English,” Jordan responds. “No way! Me too. What's your first class today?” Farleigh persists. “I’m gonna be honest. I only know the professor and room number. It’s Professor Ware, if I’m not mistaken-” 

“I have Professor Ware, too,” Farleigh continues

“In room 220?” Jordan questions.

“Yeah,” Farleigh confirms. “Oh, thank god. I thought I was gonna be alone,” Jordan says. She felt like a weight had been lifted off her shoulders. “You’re never gonna be alone. You got me, Felix, and Venetia,” Farleigh checks his watch, “Oh shit, we’re gonna be late. We gotta walk faster.” He teasingly walks ahead of Jordan. 

“Wait for me. I got short legs!” Jordan rushes after him, laughing. As they pick up the pace, the laughter continues. Maybe Oxford won’t be so bad. 

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They finally make it to the room. Is this the professor’s office? Before Jordan even had a chance to question it, Farleigh grabbed her wrist and rushed them into the room. Jordan hurriedly sits in one of the chairs while Farleigh throws himself on an armchair. 

“I’m so sorry. Sorry, I’m late. Sorry, I’m late. We got completely lost.” Farleigh hurriedly explains.

“Yes, so sorry, Professor.” Jordan apologies as well. 

“Hi, nice to meet you,” Fareligh says to the other boy in the room. I did not notice him at all. Farleigh turns back to Professor Ware, “I’m sorry.”

“You’re Farleigh Start and Jordan Williams, I take it?” The professor asks, “Nice of you to join us, finally.” The professor focuses on Farleigh, “You’re not a relation of Frederica Start by any chance?”

Farleigh nods, “Yeah, she’s my mother.” The professor breaks out into a grin, almost like he’s reminiscing. 

“I knew her when I was your age. We were both here! When she was still Frederica Catton. Before she went to America. Farleigh, in a mocking tone, exclaims, “No way! Oh, my god. I’ll tell her. She’s going to be thrilled I’m being tutored by one of her friends!”

Ware shrinks down, “Oh no, Not really friends. More of an admirer…from afar. We didn’t even speak. No need to mention me.”

Jordan snorts and quickly tries to hide it. Farleigh smiles charmingly and looks at the professor, “Shall we start?”

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Jordan is staring absently out the window as the boy she now knows is Oliver is reading his essay. He said  ‘thus’ like 8 times already. 

“And thus the shape of the verse can be said, like Browing’s ‘Last Duchess,’ to look as it were alive.” 

Finally, he’s done.

There’s an uncomfortable silence as they wait for the professor to respond. Ware finally shifts his gaze to the group, “ Okay, yeah. That was very good. A lot of food for thought there. Intriguing.” 

Farleigh chuckles, “Thus.” Jordan quickly glances at him. So he noticed it, too.

Oliver sharply asks, “Hmm?”

“Sorry, just ‘thus’. It’s just a funny word.” The air feels thicker in the room.

“Why,” Oliver asks.

“I don't know. I don't think we really use it that much in real life, do we? It’s kind of verbose,” Farleigh looks Oliver in the eyes mischievously, “don't you think?”

“No. Not really,” Oliver quips

Jordan interrupts bluntly, “You used it eight times.”

Oliver visibly reddens, “No, I didn’t.”

Farleigh and Oliver continue to debate while Jordan’s mind continues to wander. In the next session, I’ll have to bring my own essay. She finally comes to when she hears Oliver sarcastically remark, “Look forward to hearing your essay!”

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“I didn’t know that we had to bring our own essay. This is so embarrassing,” Jordan complains as she and Farleigh walk back to her apartment. “It’s not a big deal; the professor said it was fine anyway, seeing as you’re an exchange student. Just bring it next time.” Farleig explains calmly.

“I guess you’re right,” Jordan pauses, “That Oliver guy is kind of odd, yeah?”

“Yeah, and annoying as shit,” Farleigh confirms while rolling his eyes. “Anyways, are you doing anything later, at like 5 o’clock?” Farleigh asks.

“No, I’m not actually. Why, you just can’t get enough of me?” Jordan quips.

Farleigh raises an eyebrow, smirking slightly, “Um, don't get ahead of yourself, but Felix and Venetia wanted to know if you wanted to join us at the bar.” 

“Don’t act like you don’t like me, and yes, I do want to join y’all at the bar. Come get me at 5, okay?” Jordan replies as they stop in front of her door, “Thanks for walking back with me, I’ll see you in three hours?” Jordan walks in and turns around to wave at Farleigh. He waits until he can’t see her anymore before walking away, letting out an audible groan. She’s got me. 

#farleigh x reader #farleigh start #saltburn #saltburn imagine #felix catton #oliver quick #venetia catton #farleigh imagine

[vintagelacerosette]

Tag game Tuesday/picrew catch up!

Oh how I've missed doing these! Thank you so much to these sweetpeas who tagged me to do these tag games/picrew. Lyle @milkovetti Michelle @michellemisfit Bri @y0itsbri Evie @energievie Julia @juliakayyy Georgia @iansw0rld Kat @mybrainismelted Nosho @creepkinginc Cross @crossmydna Willow @ian-galagher Lyds @ardent-fox Vey @look-i-love-u Molly @deathclassic Jay @surviving-maybe 💕

💟Name: Myn/Shermyn

#️⃣Age: 27

🗺️Location: Sydney

🧥Do you own a robe? Describe it. Yeah a pink silky with lace trim one my older sister gifted me as my maid of honour gift 🥰

☕️Do you have a favorite mug? Describe it. Why yes! It's one of my prized possessions! My Gallacrafts mug I made art with the darling & talented Ling @lingy910y

🧣Do you have a favorite blanket? Describe it. You know I don't think I do & that's tragic 😔

🍵Coffee or Tea? Tea

↳🔥🧊Hot or Cold? Cold it's been so damn humid & dry in Sydney rn 😓

🧦Fuzzy socks or Wool socks? Wool

🧤Gloves or Mittens? Gloves but the fingerless kind so I can scroll/read fics on my phone lol

🔥Fireplace or Campfire? Fireplace

🌞🌜Sun or Moon? Both baby! They work in tandem to give us life ☀️🌙

🍬Chocolate candy or Sugar candy? Sugar 🍭

🥐Sweet Pastry or Savory Pastry? Sweet

🎃Peppermint or Pumpkin Spice? Peppermint. I haven't had pumpkin spice before

🛏️Go to bed early or Wake up early? Wake up early but i don't sleep early to make the happen 🥲

🥣Cold cereal in milk or Hot oatmeal? Cold cereal in milk I especially love the sweet ones. American cereal certainly hit the spot with their cinnamon toast crunch or lucky charms 🤤

🍞Potatoes or Bread? 🥔

And Finally…

🚬 Gallagher or Milkovich? It'll have to be MIlkovich even tho objectively the are more terrible ones than good. But to be fair the great stole my fucking heart 💖

Picrew

Which character from any media would you like to have as a father? 

I think Johnny Rose from Schitt's Creek would be a funny dad plus loaded 🤣

If money, laws, time, and effort were no object, what animal would you want to have?

I'd love an otter omfg they're so damn cute 😭

What is your Chinese takeout order? 

Sweet & sour pork & spinch noodle with wild mushrooms.

What's your favorite emoji?

🥹 I'm particularly fond of this one bc it's the marvelling of beauty for me

Would you rather have a library, greenhouse, or home theater in your house?

I think greenhouse. I think would be so soothing & I feel like I need more plants in my life hahaha

What childhood tv show do you think of the most fondly?

Cardcaptor Sakura 🌸

What was your tumblr like when you first joined?

I joined 2012 it was so aesthetic & I wished be one of those vintage aesthetic blogs hence my tumblr name lmao. I kinda got confused & scared how to use it so i stopped for 2 years. So i missed out all the fun drama i guess lol. Then I started using it as like a scrapbook of things I liked hahah

What clothing style do you love but don't feel compelled to replicate yourself?

50s but I feel that would be such an effort to pull off

If you were plopped into a fictional world, which one would you know the layout of the best?

Pokemon but like in the switch games. I've been playing too much instead of sleeping lmao

What is your favourite piece of art? 

Idk if I have a favourite but one that impacted me in high school was a piece called 'Atomic: full of love, full of wonder' by Nike Savvas. Funny thing is that I got to see it in person may 2 or 3 years after seeing it in a high school text book & having to do essays on it. It was by complete accident & I had no idea see was displaying her work in our national art gallery. It was magic to see a piece irl after studying it 🥰

Do you have a water bottle? what does it look like?

My bestie jusr got me this steel pink hello kitty tumblr that was a collab with a bubble tea shop! I love it I take it to work 💖

What fanfic trope is a quiet fave?

I think time travel with younger selves meeting their older selve & seeing how they fot their happy ending 🥰

Do you carry a daily bag? what does it look like? what's the weirdest thing in it?

Yeah a carry bag for work. It's this tote bag another bestie got me for my last birthday. It's really cute. It's pink & mint green with a cluster of cute things like teddy bear.

If you had to ship Mickey with another Gallagher, who would it be?

Respectfully no ❤️

What is a fanfic trope you didn't expect to like and then very much did?

I'd say mafia au especially bc of the amazing fic by Kay/Shamelessquestions, The Increasingly Poor Decisions of Ian Gallagher.

Do you think s11 Mickey can still carry s11 Ian?

He sure could! He's our swol lil man

Look at them guns!!

Who got custody of the killing bat when they sold the house?

I kind have this tie between Fiona getting it or it being passed to Liam & Franny to keep the legacy going

Not tagging any bc I'm late but if you see this & you want to go ahead starlight 🩷

#tag game #picrew

[battle-of-alberta]

World Watercolour Month: 6. Flavour

This is like a fraction of a fraction of an answer to an ask that I need to dwell on haha. You can get bubble tea in both Banff and Jasper now - I've only been to Wishing Tea in Jasper so far, but they both look good. I was already thinking about cafe / bar drink orders for these two and I had already been thinking about drawing bubble tea for this prompt so I decided to combine them.

Nor has a lychee sparkler with fruit popping boba - partially because i thought a light fruity drink would suit her and partially because I really wanted to try to paint one, haha. Milk Tea Banff has a lot of aesthetic gradients in their teas.

At first I was thinking about black sugar boba or a honey ginger drink for Jas but then I noticed Wishing Tea has a "Jasper Special" of jasmine fruit tea with fresh strawberries and blueberries and I decided that would be fun to paint, haha. I added macchiato snow foam as a topping because... snow... and its because its the topping I would order. I guess there's also a winter and summer dichotomy of what to order I didn't consider earlier...

#projectcanada cities #pc: banff #pc: jasper #world watercolour month #hapo art #traditional art #watercolour #the world where you can somehow get tea from each place and teleport next to each other i guess #no particular mountain depicted #eleanor crandell #jasper swift #boab illustration #may be slower on paintings this weekend since dad is visiting so apologies if i drop off the face of the earth #boab park pass

[wolflover2426]

To Cause Some Chaos, As A Treat

AN: Just wanted to write something silly and based on one of my prompts that I made a while ago, here’s the post

Shadybug groaned, kicking her feet as she sat atop a rooftop. It was nighttime so she was able to blend in for the most part. Hawk Moth was getting annoying and she wanted to let out some steam after the last battle by taking a stroll. A thump interrupted her from her thoughts.

She didn’t turn around, “You aren't as sneaky as you think you are, kitty.”

Claw Noir merely sneered as Shadybug playfully turned her head to give him a playful wink. He said nothing as he sat next to her. Shadybug merely pouted, her partner is probably in one of his ‘moods’ and by moods she meant, brooding.

She knew his powers were quite dangerous and always wondered what it would be like. An idea popped in her head as she smirked, leaning close towards him. His expression was shocked over the proximity but she could hear a faint hiss escaping his lips.

“Hey kitty, I have an idea!”

He motioned for her to continue, he had an odd look in his eyes which were mixed between intrigue and resignation.

“Wanna swap miraculous?” Shadybug grinned. “It would be an interesting practice.”

Claw Noir protectively wrapped a hand around his other where his ring sat. Despite the glare in his eyes, she could tell he was interested due to the fact his cat ears were pointed forward.

The duo moved in tandem by hiding behind a wall and detransforming. The exchange of miraculous went without a hitch.

Marinette grinned as she muttered, “Claws out!” And green light engulfed her and she looked down at her new costume. Her boots had spikes and were lined horizontally with a metal coat on the toe box to resemble a cat’s paw. She noticed that she now has a belt lined with tiny spikes hanging loosely around her waist and seems to sway with each movement she makes. She now wears a leather jacket and had two pockets with zippers, the sleeves had a ripped-like aesthetic which definitely made her feel quite like a punk.

“Hmm, not bad.” She smirked as she curled her fingers to see the razor sharp claws. “Guess that makes me Cruella Noire.”

Then, her partner emerges through the shadow. It was interesting to see him in her colors and see the way it fitted through his figure. He had pads around the shoulder, his hair had traces of red and was a bit more tame than usual, he had collar but mixed with spikes are flat circles that resemble ladybugs but the colors were inverted.

Cruella Noire merely send him a smirk, “Well, I think you should keep the look.”

He said nothing and his arms were crossed. Aaw, was he pouting? She couldn’t help but stifle her giggle at seeing him look like he’s a kid waiting for his mother to finish talking to her friend.

“Never knew you could act like a little child!” Cruella teased. “I think I’ll name you, Scarab!”

Scarab merely shrugged in response. He seemed unbothered but Cruella Noire could see the sparkle of interest in his eyes.

Cruella Noire was struck with an idea as she grinned like a Cheshire cat. “Hey Scarab! Wanna see something cool?”

Scarab tilted his head to the side and motioned for her to continue.

“This! Cataclysm!” She felt the dark energy pulsing at her fingertips as she slammed her hand into a nearby network pole and watched in awe as it crumbled to dust.

Cruella Noire smirked, looking over Paris and seeing the twinkling lights coming from buildings and poles and finally, the Eiffel Tower practically covered with lights. With that, she jumped into action and began destroying everything that seemed fun to destroy and causing screams of terror from Parisians that tried to flee from the crazy destructive cat villain.

Scarab watched the chaos unfold from the rooftop while drinking milk from his thermos.

#miraculous ladybug #shadybug and claw noir #ml paris special #kwami swap #ml crack #ml fic #mlb fic #ml fanfic #mlb fanfic #please don’t make fun of me for the name I gave to Cat Shadybug #I was watching the latest Cruella movie and remembered a post #of Claw Noir calling Shadybug Ma Cruella

[apatheticfluorescence]

Idk if I like latte art that's too perfect. There's this barista on IG who doesn't swirl her shots before adding milk and it adds this unique tiger striped quality in between the lines of the art. So it's like a combination of being very skilled and clean but also allowing some amount of asymmetry.

It was exciting when I first got a few clean lines but I suddenly became disinterested once I realized all I was doing was careening towards perfection and a tulip that looks likes everyone else's.

I guess there's beauty in that sameness, it's almost like an emblem that unifies the aesthetic of coffees, that's the interesting way i have to think about it. It's almost a form of mark making, a fingerprint of a certain set of procedures and textures.

[amaiguri]

Saegenfolk Reworks -- How I'm thinking about my pastel-goth Chinese-Viking fusion culture

Okay, so, as some of you may know, I am working on updating my Saegen culture to have more elements of my birth culture -- cuz, I legit don't know enough about it so this is a great way to learn and then like... mind-palace it into my worldbuilding (yes, I just verbed "mind-palace"). And guess what? I just finished my first sketches of a rework of the whole culture!!! <3 <3 <3 I'm REALLY pleased, it's really reasonating with me now in a way Saegen culture NEVER was <3

So, let's go over what some of the different stuff is -- Top to bottom, left to right... And I AM open to feedback and thoughts and, in fact, I encourage it <3 I consent to advice!

First thing to notice is the Saegen now have a color scheme that isn't jewel-toned red and gold… because the SVANHIK people are red and gold. I experimented with Green and Teal for the Northern lights -- but Green felt really weird. It made them too elfy. And Teal is already Telethens' color. Nouveau Thuille is purple/navy blue/black… So instead of making the red more jewel-toned, I took it towards Cyberpunk Neon/Barbie pink. Why? This is Asarlai's color in their culture now. Asarlai is the father of humanity and god of magic (up North) So wearing pink is super fatherly, magical, and clever. We still have black because black plants just work good in these near-underground settings -- absorbing waaay more light. So now the Saegen aesthetic is now like… pastel-goth Chinese-Vikings.

Next, we have the FASHION! The fashion is very very specifically stolen from the silhouette of Hanfu, just with more fur and different materials. I imagine it being Rumateur wool, but also leather and dyed animal skins and maybe bamboo silks and so forth. We still have elaborate braids and wavy hair, but in my mind, their eyes are all like the Sakha people or something. They still use their hands to paint their faces -- typically for sunscreening/snow-glare/sea-glare reduction reasons as well as receiving Asarlai's blessing. And while Thuilleans prefer silver metals, they prefer gold. This is just a contrast thing.

Next next: Houses! They mostly build out of these silvery bamboo stalks that grow under the Upper Continent. I really like these tent-like silhouettes to their houses -- with littler tents stacked atop each other. They also have igloo-like, bulb-shaped homes for temp shelters! Their ships are like dragons with their wings and blade-armored fronts (mostly for ice, but also fighting). And some even ride small whale-landsharks with sealskin saddles ❤️

Weapons and tools wise: They're really well known for their Ysse lanterns (I mean, EVERYONE IS but for different reasons). Theirs are all a really pretty pink -- the "purest form of Ysse light" (Not really.) -- and have the teardrop bulb shape. But they look like these warm, nutrient restoring fungi that naturally grow (or probably a god put them there) in Saegenheim. They also have guns (which have magic bulbs that, when struck, blast out fire. So really, they're flamethrowers but I don't like the way that sounds lol). They also use these Tang-dynasty-inspired swords and poleaxes pretty commonly.

Animal and creature wise: Their rumateurs are much bigger and bulkier -- more cattle-like thanks to the flatter plains around Saegenheim -- than the more lithe, leapy rumateurs of the Nouveau Thuillean valley. They also keep artic bunnies (even though the're considered mild pests in Nouveau Thuille) as easy food and sometimes even hunt seals. However, they have to be super careful not to murder their selkie brethren -- it is generally wiser not-to hunt seals because they might be a selkie -- and instead just ask seals for their molted skins (which they molt in one, thick slough once a year) or milk to make cheese or kumis. Not-shown: They also heavily rely on Butterflies of the Heart for Honey, Wax, and Mead --because despite their name, they're actually bees.

Above the Saegenheim cave are these enclosed plains of black bamboo forests. A currently unnamed but critically important fungus grows in tandem with the bamboo and is part of the bamboo's natural life cycle. I'm not entirely sure, but maybe something like the bamboo grows up and starts putting out leaves to photosynthesize, to pump back into the ground. The fungus feeds on the bamboo but then helps it spread further and also, gives the bamboo nutrients back in the winter. And eventually, the fungus eats the dead stalks WHILE fixing the soil for the new growth?

Regardless, the Saegen people eat this fungus as one of their staple foods.

They also eat a ground-fungus that the rumateurs and bunnies eat up here that grows small and under the frost but VERY PERSISTENTLY, much to everyone's surprise (it's the 5" one). It also works with the bamboo and tree fungus to make this really weirdly balanced flow of nutrients in and out of the soil with the seasons.

The ground fungus is usually dried, ground up, and then used for soups or baked goods (like flat breads or meat loafs.) Meanwhile, the tree fungus is usually eaten without grining but still boiled/fried/baked OR dried and ground up and brewed to make coffee. ((This is where the Northerners get their coffee -- the coffee is a lie, they are perpetually drinking an American Civil War Confederate coffee substitute XDDDDD But at least their coffee usually has good protein, micronutrients, and caffeine-like substances, unlike real Civil War coffee substitute LOL))

So Saegenheim is now in the Womb of the World, (the environment sketch) taller and this tree-like fungus grows that is also edible and can act as a meat-substitute nutrient-wise BUT it grows much slower, so it is carefully monitored by the Sages so they don't fuck it up.

Speaking of the Womb of the World -- this warm, damp refuge in the otherwise hostile, VERY NORTHERN part of the tundra is a cave warmed by the specific way the permanent Ysse Springs interact with the stones here -- warming the cave to very liveable temperatures year round. The Sages of Saegenheim have built their home here to honor the Gods who brought forth all of humanity. However, most Saegenfolk do not live here year round -- they are semi-nomadic, in that they go to the same few places and settle for the season. Different royal families will lead their people to different places, but those who can afford it will return to winter in the safe, reliable Saegenheim to catch up on news and celebrate Godsweek. They hang new pink lanterns in the streets at the beginning of every new year.

And lastly, when they aren't in Saegenheim, the Saegenfolk are often sailing. And this means they are hunting whale-landsharks, sea serpents, shrimp, and artic carp (articarp, if you will XD).

Now this closeness of location and similarity of lifestyle and respect of the Sages and Gods may lead you to believe that the Saegens are cooperative, extended-family-oriented folks.

No.

Due to the harshness of the environment, a great deal of emphasis is placed on survivability and military. And when everyone is seeking to be better, then you cannot rest for even a moment or you will fall behind. If you are not young enough to be trying to get stronger/cleverer/better/more useful, then you better be teaching others to get there or you're useless. And useless things are to be cast off…

Every family has its own sort of military hazing rituals that involve ridiculously long, cruel, and unnecessary training hours. Admittedly, it's a well-rounded education but there are all these weirdly specific judgements about you, depending on what kind of instruments, weapons, poetry, and cooking recipes you know. And even though your extended family will provide you food and teach you and find your more private tutors as you grow up… you will be constantly compared to your cousins. If you are worse than even one, you are pressed like you are worthless. If you are better than all your cousins and siblings by 200%… why is it not 250%? 300%? You cannot ever be Enough in Saegen culture.

Unless you're a Sage. Sages are judged by entirely different standard. But the number of people who try to become Sages and fail is also… quite large.

Anyway, this might've been poorly organized AND I'm still thinking about all this so if you have thoughts or feedback, let me know ❤️

#whimsigoth #pastel goth #Chinese inspired #viking inspired #fantasy worldbuilding #worldbuilding #brainstorming ideas #brainstorming #creative writing #worldbuilding challenge #fantasy writing #fantasy art #visual design #concept art #concept sketch #Yssaia #Amaiguri

[eldritchwyrm]

further reactions to btvs season 4 episode 7 ("the initiative"), previous liveblogging here, and also this is the link to the beginning of my season notes

the transition/reveal for TA guy's secret was really well done, it was perfectly paced, just, the slooooow realization set in and i was like nO. NO WAY OMFG

and. THE PROFESSOR TOO??????? ASJDHFKASJDFKAJSDF ASJFKASJDFKJASDFJKASJD

this episode is unhinged holy shit

buffy and the not-so-random TA are from different genres

spike has spent this whole season running pathetically from various dangers. i am HERE for it.

season 4 episode 8 ("pangs"):

me when i realize this is a thanksgiving episode: oh huh maybe it'll be cute! or ironic!

me when i realize they're centering the plot around a chumash artifact: uh. i am not sure i trust joss whedon with this material

at one point a character says "the chumash used to be indigenous to this region" WHAT DO U MEAN "USED TO BE" there were chumash kids who went to my high school lmfao shut the fuck up

i guess that answers the question of which uc campus "uc sunnydale" is supposed to be.

i really want to concentrate on spike's tremendous poor little meow meow impression in this episode but joss whedon is making it REALLY HARD

i'm scrutinizing this mission interior shot like "is this the [redacted hometown location] mission or were the spanish just chronically uncreative"

season 4 episode 9 ("something blue"):

y'know i was just thinking "hm it's been a while since we had a willow-creates-a-magical-mishap episode"...

me muttering to myself: secondhand embarrassment is the fun-killer

impeccable. no notes

season 4 episode 10 ("hush"):

i had to google weetabix. i've heard of it many times via pop culture but i didn't actually know what it was. i'm distressed by the fact that wikipedia is saying the phrase "breakfast cereal" but showing something that looks distinctly milk-less. it looks like a brick?

poor giles needs a break

did? they say? tara? is that? THE tara?

oooh i KNEW the vocal recognition thing would come up in a later episode, hello everyone it is i, the plot anticipater

lotta great gags so far

i enjoy the blocky monitors and futuristic-for-1998 aesthetic of the underground organization; this episode has a number of quick cuts between them and the main characters that enables parallels and contrasts between the futuristic paramilitary aesthetic and the aesthetic of "we're at giles' house wearing graphic t-shirts and dusty ancient tomes are strewn across the table"

this episode is fun because it highlights how incidental dialogue is to much tv. viewers tend to prioritize dialogue in some ways, but often the dialogue is just filler, or telling audiences what the visual language is already shouting.

periodically this show is like "hi. we would like to remind you that giles has game. it's very important to recall that giles has game. this has been a psa"

#btvs #small scream

[random-thought-depository]

I think bonobo-like humans might have something weird going on with their teeth.

Human teeth, like our ovaries, seem to have not really "caught up with" how much longer than most mammals humans live and tend to reach their expiration dates long before the rest of our bodies. Maybe selection pressure for longer-lasting human teeth stopped when we invented knives.

Bonobo-like humans were much more shaped by female sexual selection that Homo sapiens. Rotten teeth aren't sexy. They'd have more selection pressure for teeth that last.

I wonder if they could have one or two extra replacement sets? Like, maybe they could have a second reserve set of adult teeth that grow out and replace their first set of adult teeth in middle age?

Imagine going through the same tooth loss and replacement little kids go through but in your 40s. That'd be a pain. You'd be a lot more likely to keep a full set of teeth the rest of your life that way though, especially in a time period before flouride water and toothpaste. Also, it's kind of cute to imagine a BLH child and parent going through tooth loss and replacement at the same time and sympathizing with each other.

The one thing that makes me hesitant to go with this idea is I did a little Googling and... I got the impression having more than two sets of teeth is pretty rare in mammals? I think if BLHs are like this it would make them unique among primates? Which makes me suspect there's no easy mutation pathway for mammals to evolve extra sets of teeth. I guess this might be another way we got screwed over by our ancestors being small, short-lived, scurrying things for a hundred million years.

Some mammals like rats have teeth that grow continuously, so maybe BLHs could have that (probably with a slow tooth growth rate cause a lot of our food is softened by cooking)? The main problem for human teeth is often rotting (basically being slowly dissolved by acids produced by mouth bacteria, I think?) rather than mechanical erosion though, so I don't know if that would be a good solution.

I guess a biologically conservative solution is they might have just milk and adult teeth like us but their adult teeth have really thick enamel. Which would imply their teeth are bigger and more robust than ours. That does feel more like how evolution usually works; no radical change, just a bunch of small increments of thickening adult tooth enamel.

This does contradict another idea I had about them though, which was that their more intense self-domestication might have resulted in smaller jaws with smaller teeth and maybe a completed loss of the wisdom teeth, something which might give them low-key "anime face," though with nowhere near the level of strange facial proportions you get in those "how anime humans would look if they were real" pictures. Low-key "anime face" with jaws and noses a bit smaller than ours would tend to make them look neotenous in a way I think would probably be kind of cute, it'd give them something a little closer to the facial proportions that make puppy and baby faces cute, so it'd fit with the more intense self-domestication thing.

Maybe they could have smaller jaws but bigger teeth, with room made for them by the completed loss of the wisdom teeth? I think that'd give them a kind of weird jaw structure though, which might make them look kind of weird. That's not necessarily a bad thing though, them having a distinctive look that's different from Earth humans would make them feel more like a different species (well, arguably they're not a different species cause they can still make babies with us, but it would make them feel more like a human population that's been reproductively isolated from Earth humans for hundreds of thousands of years). And one thing I like aesthetically about the bigger teeth but smaller jaws idea is the mix of "hyper-domesticated" and "primitive" feeling features that has a clear logic to it.

There's also extended phenotype of culture as a possibility. That's how we solve this problem: we put flouride in our tap water and brush our teeth and get cavities filled and when our teeth do decay beyond salvage there are dental implants. Modern BLHs presumably do similar things. Early, much more technologically primitive BLHs wouldn't have flouridated water and toothpaste, but... Their planet does have more poisonous plants than Earth, and that means it might also have a lot of plants which produce chemicals with interesting bio-active properties. Including maybe some plants that produce some mild antibacterial chemicals which could be applied to teeth to slow tooth decay.

Aside: I have some other ideas about how being more shaped by female sexual selection influences how bonobo-like humans age.

Maybe the most easily noticeable thing: they got a lot more selection pressure for staying kind of pretty into old age. Old bonobo-like human males tend to look very "silver fox"-ish. The primary selection pressure for this was sexual selection on older males, but since human males and females have most of the same genes the effect spilled over onto females too, and old bonobo-like human women similarly tend to look very "silver-haired MILF"-ish (a secondary contributor to this may have been kin selection for post-menopausal BLH women to still be attractive for sexual bonding, as given how BLH societies works that e.g. might have improved group solidarity - also it's worth noting here that BLH women have much later menopause than Homo sapiens women).

Related to this, bonobo-like humans tend to stay pretty physically vigorous until quite late in their lifespan, and "gross" old people problems like continence problems are less common in bonobo-like humans and when they do happen usually have a late onset, not starting until the individual has more-or-less already lived past their statistically expected lifespan.

However, this has a dark side. Bonobo-like humans tend to not live as long as us. Old bonobo-like humans tend to be kind of like a used car purchased from an unscrupulous dealer; everything visible to a casual observer is in good condition, but the hidden internals are a different story. This might be because increased selection pressure for attractiveness "diluted" selection pressure for long lifespan. Another possible factor is some of their apparent vigor in old age might be achieved by diverting resources away from tissue and organ maintenance and/or by putting increased strain on the body, trading away lifespan later for improved vigor now. And also, part of the reason they have a lot fewer wheelchair-bound old people in adult diapers is they tend to simply not live long enough to get very old. The difference in average lifespans between bonobo-like humans and Homo sapiens isn't that big, bonobo-like human average age of death with modern medical care is probably in the late 70s, but they have a lot fewer 90+ year olds than us.

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