#perhaps to expand upon tomorrow…

[harbles-marbles]

i’m going sleepy soon HOWEVER. haruka is itty bitty i think.

idk if i’ve seen ANY posts ab regressor haruka?? but like. imagine after a mmj performance haruka gets all snuggly in bed with a paci and her penguin plushies n just. knocks out. do u see my vision.

#prsk agere #project sekai agere #fandom agere #this would be more coherent if i werent so damn sleepy #perhaps to expand upon tomorrow… #harvey.txt #headcanons

[ddejavvu]

okay but mei, touchy bestie anakin with no boundaries??

like pls that man just brush against me and i’d become goo on the spot

we've expanded a lot on bff!james with no boundaries but I'd love more on anakin :)

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It's not uncommon to see pairs of padawans looking as though their brief sparring session has resulted in the destruction of all of their bones. It's so common, in fact, that salles have a cooldown area, separated from the main floor and paved with tile so that the floors produce a chilling effect when exhausted padawans flop down onto them.

It's an odd hour of the evening and classes resume tomorrow, so you and Anakin had the salles to yourselves. You're sprawled out over the tile emitting intermittent groans here and there- perhaps Anakin is brushing up on his Shyriiwook.

When the sun no longer stretches to the door, now receding over the windowsill, you know you'll need to be back in your respective quarters soon to avoid 2 nagging masters lecturing on school nights and proper nighttime conduct which, apparently, does not include sparring.

You nudge your hand against the back of Anakin's own, "Let's go."

Another groan that speaks deeply to the exhaustion inside of you.

You peel yourself off of the tile first, but Anakin's quick to catch your arm, and a flick of his forearm means you're falling back against the floor once more. The angle that he pulls you at, however, lands you more on him.

You fall halfway on top of his chest, and your elbow hits his stomach. He lets out yet another grunt, this time of sharp pain instead of a dull ache, "Oh- kriff."

"Sorry!" You press your palm flat against him to get up, and it hits his chest, rock-hard and damp beneath his sweat-soaked tunic. You try pushing up and off of him but he catches your wrists, weakening your grip and holding you semi-upright above him.

"Easy," He soothes, folding upright himself with a heavy sigh and righting you in the process. He blinks languidly, and one his hands lingers on your own, "I don't think I can walk back to my quarters."

"I can't carry you," You try wriggling your wrist out of his grip, but he tightens his hold and pulls you in to smear his sweaty brow against your shoulder- too close to your chest for your stomach not to twist.

You feel a huff of his breath leak beneath the outer layer of your tunics and he draws back having left a stain on your clothes, eyes narrowed at it in sadistic pride.

"There," He nods once, using a great deal of effort to rise to his feet, "I think you should carry me. I won, after all."

"You always win," You grumble, taking the hand that he offers you and letting him haul you off of the ground, "Besides, I can barely walk myself."

Quite contrary to his beleaguered complaints, he merely rolls his eyes, stepping in front of you and offering you his back, his legs bending partway to lower him into a squat.

You stand frozen, half-indignant at being cut off, and half bewildered by the offer you think he might be making.

And he is making it, though his patience is waning as he urges you forwards with his hands, "Come on! If I keep squatting like this my knees are gonna give out."

You rush to scramble up into his grip, his hands winding around your thighs, fingers squeezing places you weren't aware were integral to your support.

"You're lugging me through the Temple on your back," You point out, but your arms tighten around his shoulders just in case he decides to rescind his offer, "Your knees are gonna give out no matter what."

His jaw tightens as you murmur in his ear- you know it by the way a muscle beneath his cheek jumps. You wonder if he can feel it- if he can sense it when you swallow the little saliva that's pooled in your mouth upon such close contact with Anakin, and he calls his abandoned lightsaber to his hand after that uncharacteristic moment of hesitation with a flick of his fingers.

"Hold this," He orders, stuffing the cold hilt into your hands that are crossed over his chest, dangling there over his broad shoulders. You don't ask why he can't just clip it to his belt- you're too busy focusing on the way that his hand comes back to grip awfully close to your core when he braces it back on your thigh.

Hand warmed by your skin, fingers inches away from your now-aching core, the muscle of his back pressed to your chest, Anakin marches through the halls of the Temple, palming your thighs to readjust your position on his back far too often.

#anakin skywalker x reader #anakin skywalker imagine #anakin skywalker scenario #anakin skywalker oneshot #anakin skywalker one-shot #anakin skywalker one shot #anakin skywalker headcanon #anakin skywalker headcanons #anakin skywalker hcs #anakin skywalker hc #anakin skywalker fanfiction #anakin skywalker fanfic #anakin skywalker fic #anakin skywalker blurb #anakin skywalker drabble #anakin skywalker dialogue #anakin skywalker fluff #anakin skywalker smut

[ok-boomerang]

Hey Lena!

Zutara Drabble # 5 & 8, please. ^.^

“Wait a minute. Are you jealous?” & “Wanna bet?”

Katara knocked once, briefly, on the Fire Lord’s office door before pushing it open and inviting herself in. She and Zuko had worked together for so long—had been friends for so long—that they no longer had the need, or the patience, for a semblance of formality.

Katara supposed that on some unlucky day in the future she might walk in on him practicing his Iroh impression, or worse (better?), with his pants down. But per usual, the Fire Lord was merely at his desk, head in hand, as his glazed-over eyes scanned some boring parchment.

“Hey Zuko,” chirped Katara, feeling herself almost expand upon seeing him, upon seeing the transformation of his face when his eyes fell on her—the subtle widening of his right eye, the easy smile that pulled at the corners of his mouth.

“Hey,” he said in response, setting his parchment aside and giving her his full attention. A piece of hair had fallen out of his top knot. “My favorite ambassador—"

“Mhm, whatever,” she joked back. “Funny how I become the favorite every time the fishing waters treaty is up for renewal—"

“You’re always my favorite, I just happen to point it out at specific times.”

Katara rolled her eyes, even though she felt her cheeks warm a little at Zuko’s words.

“Anyway,” she said, shrugging off that impossibility, “I’m just delivering the report on the healers in Fire Fountain City.” She handed him another piece of parchment, which Zuko took with some hesitation.

“The report on the healers—?” he muttered, eyes scanning the page. “But I didn’t need this for a couple more days—”

“Yes, well, Tanriq invited me to the Fire Lantern Festival tomorrow evening, so I got it done early.”

She watched as Zuko’s eyes stopped scanning the parchment, but he didn’t look up.

“Tanriq?” For some reason, his voice had gone up in pitch.

“Do you know another Tanriq?” Katara asked, curious at Zuko’s confusion.

“The—the ambassador from the Northern Water Tribe?”

“Of course,” said Katara slowly.

“You’re—together?”

“No,” she said immediately, and then chided herself. “I mean—I’m giving him a chance. So…maybe in the future? We’ll see how it goes—”

“It’s not going to go well,” Zuko interrupted her.

Katara blinked at him. “Huh?”

“I mean,” Zuko said, bringing his hands in front of him on the desk and rolling them together. “I just mean—it’s just a little odd, the two of you—the Fire Lantern Festival—"

“What’s so odd about it?” Katara asked, half surprised and half curious about the issue Zuko saw that she couldn’t. “I like festivals.”

“Right, but do you like them with Tanriq? I—I dunno you will.”

“Sure, he’s a little boring—”

“He doesn’t know you at all!” Zuko interjected, and then quieted, shifting his eyes. But he continued. “I mean, will he know to take you to the food stalls that sell ocean kumquats? Will he take you dancing early enough so you don’t miss the tsungi horn players?”

Katara laughed. “I can tell him not to!” she pointed out. “You don’t need to be worried for me, I’m sure we’ll have a fine time—”

“Wanna bet?”

Katara stared at him. “Do I want to…make a bet about whether I’ll enjoy myself on a date?”

“Um,” said Zuko, shifting in his seat so that the chair squeaked. The panic on his face did not match the regality of his formal robes. “No, that was uncalled for, sorry,” he said. “I—I—”

And as Zuko stuttered, and Katara stared at Zuko’s rapidly reddening cheeks, she came to an unlikely—but perhaps possible?—conclusion.

“Wait a minute. Are you jealous?”

She hadn’t meant to say it out loud. She had to fight the urge to clap a hand to her mouth in horror. And if Zuko had looked skeptical whatsoever, she would have curled in on herself and scurried out the door like a goat dog with its tail between its legs. And then possibly quit her job and moved to the Foggy Swamp.

But Zuko didn’t look skeptical. Zuko did not calmly and coolly reject her suggestion. Instead, he noisily backed up his chair, stood, buried his hands in his hair, and yelped, “Me?! Jealous?! No—no, definitely not!” And then he laughed like an unhinged hyena leopard.

“I—” Katara started, over what sounded like the beginnings of a panic attack. “I—um,” she said, reminding herself that she was a waterbending master and teacher to the Avatar and she was not scared of anything—“I won’t go with him. If you—um—if you don’t want me to,” she said, knowing that her tone had drastically changed from teasing to serious.

Zuko’s laughter died down and he matched her serious expression. “Katara, no—I would never try to insert myself in your personal life—I’m sorry, I just got, um—” he paused, but didn’t finish his sentence.

“Can I take your bet then?”

“What?”

“But for the other side. I bet you I won’t have a nice time with Tanriq.”

“I—look—I was being childish—of course you’ll have a nice time—”

“Maybe,” she said, and Zuko’s face fell for the briefest moment before he schooled it to one of impassive regard once more. “But I think I’ll have a nicer time with someone who knows me better, like you said.”

Zuko looked away from her and stretched his arm behind him to rub the back of his neck. “I think you should go with whoever you want to go with,” he muttered.

Katara wanted to scream. But…she did want this more than she wanted to scream. “You,” she said, only a smidge of frustration in her voice. “I’d rather go with you.”

Zuko’s eyes snapped to hers. “Oh? Is that—is that—is that right?”

“If, um, if you want to,” she murmured, suddenly feeling her mortification rise. What if she’d gauged this wrong? She did get along with Hu in the Foggy Swamp. She could totally start a new life there.

“Yes,” Zuko said immediately. “I mean—yes. I do want.” His eyes were boring into hers.

“Um, great,” she said, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. “So…I’ll tell Tanriq nevermind…and you’ll just need to tell your guards—”

“No,” Zuko said, leaning forward now, and Katara felt her blood thrill. “Many of the festival goers will wear masks. We can too.

“Really? But I don’t have a mask—"

“Don’t worry, I have an idea for us.”

#atla #zutara #drabble #zutara fanfiction #ask game #a twofer for one of my favorite moots! #TY FOR THE PROMPTS <3 <3 <3 #this one was fun to think up #ok they all have been #SORRY IT'S SO LONG #it's officially not a drabble #whoops

[herzgeist-writes]

Hi emi, if the slot isn't taken already , I would love to read about a star gazing date with law.

Where we just talk about everything and nothing. And just share our secrets. A blushing law would be a lovely gift ☺️.

Thx for your writing.

Pairing: Law x gn!reader | Word count: 2.2k | Warnings: Light angst

Synopsis: It's brightness leads him home, his heart yearning to return to the north blue, albeit with grief and sorrow - missing the long lost loved ones. A man of his stature remembers the loneliness he endured. The past bears it's weight, crushing the Surgeon of Death's shoulders, yet you lighten the burden - for you offer him your hand, to be his new home.

A/N: . . AAA is all I can say. Stargazing is a classic! Just wholesome and fluffy. Thank you Anon for requesting this trope, I dearly hope you like it!

Dividers by cafekitsune ~

The stars expand over the dark blue above, enlightening the horizon in the faintest. Not all too far away from the coast, you hear the waves crashing upon the shore.

Salt and algae scents waft your way, mixing up with the soft odors of dew across the meadow. Comfortably lying on the lush green ground, you take a deep breath and close your eyes. It's been a long, straining day - and now you're finally able to turn off the worries and troubles lurking in your mind.

Besides your thoughts calming, your heart is on opposite terms, racing to the fact that you're awaiting a certain man, who should arrive any minute now.

Shifting nervously on the spot, your attempt to find your composure again, turns out to be for naught - coming to notice light footsteps heading your way, which elicits a skip of a beat in your chest.

"At least you could have told me where exactly we'd carry out this silly gesture.", the voice low and agitated, calls out to you and you straighten yourself instantaneously by the familiar tone of none other than the Surgeon of Death.

"Law! Took you long enough." - "Didn't I just tell yo- . . just terrific.", raising a brow at the sighing in aggravation man, it's impossible for you to contain a cheeky giggle. How you love to tease your Captain.

He takes a seat next to you and sets aside his nodachi, his gaze lifting to the skies. He is close, the warmth almost beaming over your whole being. It isn't easy for you to simply shuffle over to Law, wanting to nudge against his arm and lean your head onto his shoulder.

The gentle sounds of crickets coming from the grass and the ocean's tides lull you into a relaxed and content state, yet not to the fullest, for the man on your side is making things rather difficult to cope.

Thus you ask in shyness: "How did the discussion go with the Strawhats?" - "Nothing but a pain in the rear, if only he wouldn't be so reckless and negligent." Law's sound takes a exclusively sour note, indicating you not to tread any further regarding that topic, hence you try and change the subject.

"I heard there's a shop with rarities in the neighboring town. Maybe there's an addition to your coin collection available. We should visit it tomorrow!", is what you hint your Captain, slowly but surely scooting nearer to reduce the, though short, distance. Which were cold and stern just a moment ago, now are mellowed and calmed grey eyes, even only the mildest way noticable.

Law inhales deeply and pushes the air back through his lips in a forceful manner. It is then where you see his tension roll off of him, a small amused huff escaping in the process: "That actually sounds . . delightful." He looks at you from the side for a split second, before returning to look at the ocean of stars again.

The tranquil of this instant pauses as you out your inner child - chiming a rhyme in an almost melodic sense: "Star light, star bright, first star I see tonight, I wish I may, I wish I might, have this wish I wish tonight."

When was the last time Law was so baffled, that he couldn't even remark one's doings with a sassy comment? Perhaps ages ago, until you came along on a fine evening like this, deciding to act all adolescent out of the blue. It's a highly regarded achievement, catching the Surgeon of Death off guard, thus he mumbles: "Never do this ever again." - "What? Didn't you wish upon a star as a kid before?"

Silence. Only grey torn open eyes bore questions into your soul - oh dear. "Wait, don't tell me you don't know what that is?" Still, no answer. With care, you advance into his overly mature mind, giving it a nudge towards infant experience.

"Concentrate on any star in the sky and repeat after me!" - "That's ridiculous.", the Captain doesn't stand a chance against your strong, or rather good will, and after uncountable times of you begging for him to join, he gives in.

Together, you harmonize the rhyme and see to the otherworldly scene above, uncountable stars appearing each minute. "See? Wasn't so hard was it?", you laugh, earning a click of Law's tongue in response.

Driven to see your Captain at least a tad bit happier than now, you take upon a quest of pure risque. You might get kicked out of the crew, but it's totally worth it, is what you think to yourself. So you indulge him with your childhood's secret: "Hey, let me tell you something. When I was little, I used to steal from the merchant stands ALOT."

"Explains your rogue behaviour to this day . .", Law simply huffs in nonchalant, opting you to theatrically gasp and play all appalled and shocked. Even he cannot hold in a small chuckle by the sight of your exaggerated acting, shaking his head.

However, it makes you wonder - what was that supernova like, when he was a boy? Climbing trees, exploring the homeland or play fights with friends? To your knowledge, at least so you heard, as a young one he used to be a talented and eager kid, striving to become a doctor like his father.

He lives up to his own expectations, in your opinion that is. Law's perception, understanding and implementation is ineffable. The devil fruit powers he possesses, granting him abilites to analyse and treat with ease, are his strongest suit - making him one of a kind.

"I bet you were a little rascal just like me!", you banter teasingly, a smirk planting over your lips, awaitingly bouncing on your behind, obviously curious about his reply. Not as intent as you, the doctor sighs: "You could call it that. Kids at school were scared of me. Ask me another question, but I merely dissected frogs and other smaller creatures to study anatomy and-"

Interrupted by your outburst, your laughter entices him to snort along with you, yet furrows his brows in confusion. "What's so funny?" - "I can only imagine what it looked like, you merely holding a dead animal in your hands, presenting it to your screeching in terror friends.", though the pictures in your head seem innocent, they do bear a sad aspect.

Given his reaction, he didn't have many, or even any friends, did he? You only dare to ponder.

Serene atmosphere cradles the both of you, the horizon growing darker and darker by the second. After a while, you decide to break the awkward silence once more, now sitting this close, your arm grazes his: "Did you ever feel . . lonely?" You never waver from the glowing lights, entranced by the tranquil nature and influence.

"Lonely?", uncertain of your sudden approach, Law turns to face you, attentive to meet your gaze. As you finally do, he averts: "I have a crew to attend to, how can I feel lonesome?" - "You're a bad liar, Captain."

Appalled, he gapes at you, his frown about to form into an upturned 'U'. "Are you questioning your superior?" - "It's common sense, almost everyone felt lonely at least once in their lives.", your quick retort takes Law aback, leaving him rather speechless for a moment. So he lies down, crossed arms serving as a cushion on the back of his head to ease the posture.

"Then if you're so sure, what are you asking me for?" - "To show empathy and understanding.", his snappy backtalk gets outranked by an honest answer, a wholesome one to say the least. This he didn't expect, by all means, such pitty isn't in his book, but who is he to deny your kindness - though with difficulty.

He surrenders and gives you a long lasting stare, following your every move as you lay down next to him: "Maybe I was lonely at times. If it weren't for Bepo, Shachi and Penguin . . I couldn't even tell where I would be today."

His deepest thoughts are laid bare, evoking something vulnerable in him. "If you dare share the details of tonight's conversation, I'll see your body parts stuck beside the Tang.", Law's threat incites you, for you end up being quite flustered and scared simultaneously. To your abashment you flail your hands: "N-No don't worry, those lips are sealed."

Those lips - sealed? Why, there is a way to fulfil just that. Either cut them off and throw them into the deepest and darkest pits of the sea or . . put his own on y-

'What am I thinking?' rushes through the Captain's mind, surprised by his own ambiguity. Quick to rid these nefarious ideas, Law enquires back: "Were you feeling . . alone too? At some point of your life?"

"Yes. Many times. Until you asked me to join your crew . . ", you reminisce in your past, images appearing of your former self you now declare as 'dead' - you are not the person you used to be. On the contrary, to this day you are what you deem confident and powerful. All thanks to the Heart pirates, thanks to him.

A deft and low 'oh' rumbles out of Law, as if apologising for not finding you sooner. Humming contently, you assure him, blowing away any upcoming doubts or regrets: "I am glad you took me in. All these years together with you guys, up to no good - solving mysteries, fighting tough battles - it's a thrilling life, which I am honored to take part in.", you turn your head and face him, the gras rustling from the movement, adding, "Thank you for being my safe space . ."

The Surgeon of Death falls silent, haltingly letting his grey orbs hover over to you. It's to his uncertainty, insecurity that he isn't able to utter the words that pile up in his short circuiting brain.

And then there you are. You smile - warmly and with a spark in your eyes that leaves your Captain breathless. Be that as it may, he is strong enough to supress the redness threatening to overcome his cheeks.

Clearing his throat, he catches your attention by pointing at the dark blue, adorned with white specks, in hopes to avoid any further profound subjects. "Will you look at that. See that star formation looking like a pan? That's the big dipper.", he wise-cracks, his finger following the invisible lines and connecting the dots.

"Right above is the little dipper. You should see a bright shining star on it's tail." - "That's the north star, yes?", he continues in a whisper and confirms your query with a little 'correct'. The night's ambience fills your ears, for other creatures like frogs chime in to the musical interlude of late hours. Even an owl hoots it's opinions into the near by woods.

Staring at the brightest of stars, you adjust to the gentle frequences: "Aren't you from the north blue, Captain?" Simultaneously you stare at eachother, him replying your curiosity in swift: "Indeed. It's my-" he stops mid-sentence, reconsidering wether to speak his mind or keep it from you, yet he goes with the initial, "-home."

There is that aura of sorrow and loss looming over the man laying beside you, telling you he suffered and endured things you dare not even think of. Might explain his restless researches for history and endless nights of insomnia consuming every fibre of his being.

You see how his arm, which pointed at the sky, lowers to the ground again, visibly tense. Restricted by your own inner suspense, slightly jittery fingers drift towards his hand.

"(Y/n)-ya, what are you doing?", although not keen on your unannounced touch, your pinkies interlace - Law recognises a familiar sensation of his heart picking up the pace to upbeat.

Well, what are you doing? You're not certain yourself, but it surely feels . . nice. His skin is tender, oddly enough - given the fact his inked hands are in constant straining use and appear rough and calloused.

Still fixated on the north star, you utter: "You know, home isn't a place, it's a person. So," your small finger grips tighter around your Captain's and you shift nearer to him "we have eachother."

You are close. So much so he can feel your breath fanning against his neck. Law grits his teeth in annoyance, however the faint of a blush begins to spread all over his face. Unfortunately, that display is barely visible to you, but you can detect his unease through his nervous shuffles and huffs.

"How much I hate when you're doing that . .", he growls, heaving himself onto his side to look at you properly and . .

. . braids his adorned digits among yours, holding your hand tight "but promise me we'll never be lonely again and find home in one another."

Emotions about to catch onto your lashes, your lips curl slightly, mumbling in reassurance: "I promise. Let the north star be your reminder, that you'll never be alone."

With half lidded eyes, face mellow and hand caressing your wrist, Law dearly hopes for your words to be true.

This night, a man with a heart of a broken boy, wished upon a star, wishing to never lose home, never lose his loved ones.

#one piece #one piece law #trafalgar one piece #fanfiction #fanfic fluff #law x y/n #x reader #law x gn!reader #gender neutral y/n #light angst #fluff

[thefisherqueen]

Another day of my Granada Sherlock Holmes marathron I'm on, and it's time to watch The creeping man! The weirdly out of place science fiction story reminiscent of Jekyll&Hyde with the highly creepy professor

Starting with the prelude: I don't like that they changed the daughter's reaction to the figure in front of her window from frozen terror to fainting. The realistic and sympathetic depiction of a common yet often misunderstood reaction to danger - simply freeze - stood out in the story to me. I do love, however, that she treathened to end her engagement to her fiancee if he didn't believe her and contact Sherlock Holmes. You go, girl. Insist he listens to you

Holmes alone at Baker street, obviously feeling lonely and pining for Watson was wonderfully done. He just misses his Watson to talk to! Jeremy Brett's expression as he stared out of the window tore at my heart - the pained longing in those eyes and around his mouth, oh my. Edward Hardwicke's depiction of exasperation when he turns up is also really well done! I appreciate how they show Watson standing up against Holmes and telling his opinion, but still, that tension between them, kind of hard to watch! The sad "maybe I'll see you tomorrow" as Watson angrily walks out and slams the door, oh my dear, I want to hug him

"He is, after all, three times her age" *shudders* Glad the episode doesn't brush that fact aside. And even further expands on it by adding a conversation between the two daughters. It really shows how young and vulnerable the professor's fiancee still is - quite literally his daughter's age, perhaps even younger - scared to stand up for herself or even tell him her preferences. The impication that this is an unequal relationship and that he's taking advantage of her is strong

"Hardly an adress to inspire confidence" Sure, professor in being an asshole "I have never sought to inspire confidence in others, I have quite enough of my own" What a line 💙 Great expension on the canon material here

"Forgive me mr. Holmes I should have told you myself, but-" "But you didn't" Holmes being sassy:)

Loved the scene where the two rascals pull a knife upon Watson and you can see the coffins on the other side of the streets. Great visual storytelling

Poor Lestrade, having to call out Holmes and utterly failing to impress him. The way Lestrade's (played by Colin Jaevons) eyes nearly popped out :D The characterisation in this series of Holmes - as a man who, the more he is harrassed and threathened, the more he won't let go of the case, is amazing

Holmes inside of the monkey's cage to investigate, oh I love him

The professor actually calls his fiancee "my dear child" I HATE HIM

Oh she calls off the engagement in this episode! Good for her! Now where did you get that unethical monkey poison for professor? She doesn't want you! Now I hope he leaves her alone. Somehow, I doubt it...

"Are you game?" "Delighted" That's his Watson 💙

Miss Pressbury looks gorgeous in that smart suit dress in the finale, would give a lot to have that costume

The monkey professor in the tree made me laugh so much, they really went all in on that!... actually, never mind that, turned extremely creepy once he tried to get to his former bethored in her bedroom. Good dog for tearing his throat out

Glad they left the social darwinism out of Holmes speech at the end. "Well, I'll leave the philosophy to you, Holmes" "Quite the best Lestrade, I always do" Haha, good for you Watson

The racist caricature music figurine, more so than the special effects, is what really makes this feel dated. This episode is as old as I am and the makers clearly thought it cute. Jeremy Brett dancing to the music, however, is adorable

I did not like the original story much, so I'm surprised how much I liked this episode. By adding some material, changing some things around, and using the visual medium to their advantage - not to mention fabulous acting - the makers actually really made this work. It's a little corny, but in an enjoyable way

#sherlock holmes #granada holmes #the creeping man

[slowflowa]

I’m making a list of light novel I’ve heard, and if anybody has a recommendation please leave it here

LIGHT NOVEL

✓ Genius of a Performing Arts High [ch104] Hiatus.

Summary: After 10 years of dedicating his life to opera ever since he had quit the performing arts high school, he had failed at an interview. Losing his motivations, Jo Yunjae depended on alcohol to live out his days until one day, he had been sent back 20 years in time, to the day before his high school admission.

The reason for his time travel nor the terrible condition his body was in did not matter to him. The one and only, most important thing was that he could still sing, not as the previous baritone but as a long-coveted tenor.

Oh this one has a lot of musical jargons, but you could learned to ignore some of them or perhaps searched up each meaning. But this one is quite unique considering it focuses upon Opera as a theme, although apparently there’s a harem tag (but the mc isn’t really aware of it, more like he sees the others in a fatherly way of sort). It hasn’t been updated for 2 years and currently it’s status is in Hiatus. There is no Manhwa adaptation for it.

✓ If I Fail to Debut I'll Get A Killer Disease [ch423/505]

Summary: A 4th-year student who was preparing for the Civil Service examination, suddenly found himself in an unfamiliar body 3 years ago. As well as a status window displaying a threat in front of his eyes! [Outbreak!] [Status Abnormality: ‘Debut or Death’ Occurs!]

A diary about the transformation of the main character, who was suddenly challenged to be an idol even though he has never been in the industry before due to sudden threat of death. ※Speciality: He used to take and sell idol’s data.

The translation I’ve found only stopped until there. I’ve been patiently waiting for updates and it has been a month since the last one! The plot has a lot of twist on the classic idol take. Currently there’s a newly Manhwa adaptation for it but it’s only in the early stage of 17 chapters or so. If you would like to check it out, the Manhwa name is a bit different from the novel but the sentiment remains the same “Debut or Die”

✓ Superstars of Tomorrow [ch507] Complete.

Summary: Well-known Composer Fang Zhao was in the glorious stage of his career, when the Apocalypse arrived; After finally experiencing the bitter difficulties of a thousand dangers, when the Apocalypse was simmering down to an end, he collapsed; When he opened his eyes, he was reborn in a New World, 500 years after the end of the apocalypse, in the body of a student who had been dumped barely after graduation, who had been cheated of his hard work barely after he started working…

The World of the Future, Virtual Idols PK Real Idols

“Every time background music plays in my head, I feel like there is nothing to be afraid of.” —Fang Zhao

As recently stated, this one has been completed. And there is still no manhua adaptation of it to this day. I enjoy this novel thoroughly, the ride was wild and full of humour! Although the journey started through the works of virtual idol, it doesn’t necessarily confined only there because there’s still the fields of music, gaming, acting, history and military arcs that MC would dominate in would also bring such enjoyment!

✓ Losing Money To Be A Tycoon [ch1670] Complete.

Summary: I really just want to lose money! T_T

Best boss ever, prodigy of the business world, genius creator, visionary of the century.

These are the descriptions used for Pei Qian, President of Tengda Corporation.

Ever since his rebirth, Pei Qian finds himself in possession of a system that rewards him if he manages to lose money.

Instantly, a brilliant idea comes to mind — making crappy games!

“If the game flops, all my investment cost will be lost!”

“How difficult can it be to lose money?”

Indeed… how difficult can it be?

This was an enjoyable ride. I cherished every moment of each chapter I was reading for the entire week. I actually like the concept where they expanded more on the storyline idea of a supposed script for a film or a layout plot for a game because it’s always makes me invested in it and makes me feel like in the shoes of others and what they’re witnessing, the kind of content they’re consuming by the detailed description that I could almost imagine how it would be like. The last couple of chapters makes me so emotional, like this is what it builds up to and the realisation and the decision chosen is just “growth”. There was a manhua adaption of it but it contains rather few chapters from what I’ve heard… I might read it as well as soon as it accumulates more chapters to be read to truly see it all in action, illustrations.

#light novel recommendation #will be updated the more I read something well worthy to recommend #superstars of tomorrow #genius of a performing arts high #if I fail to debut I’ll get a killer disease #debut or die #losing money to be a tycoon

[vwritesaus]

      Grief is a funny thing, and it works in many ways.       For some, it harrows the soul for years and years, and ultimately makes one bitter, like Tatiana Blackthorn. It’s sometimes a dull, pounding ache deep in one’s chest, choking them despite them still breathing. Other times it’s a shroud, a veil, a piece of cloth covering a person like one does a birdcage, shutting the world out in favour of darkness and despair. And sometimes all it does is stay stagnant for a long, long time, growing and growing like a snowball rolling down a hill, until it reaches a tree and smashes into a million pieces.       For Thomas, especially in the past few weeks, grief has been a driving force to keep busy. It’s gnawed at his heart, his soul, but he’s shoved it aside in favour of making himself useful. To do anything, anything, humanly possible to spare anyone else being torn into jagged rags by these sharp shards edged with ice. He’s like his father, in that way. Perhaps he’s unconsciously picked up some habits from him for Gideon, in his worry and grief over his son’s sickly status as a child, never sat still.       And Thomas hadn’t had ample time to grieve for his sister. Barbara’s death came too suddenly, too soon. Belial’s antics to rule their world and Tatiana’s plot of revenge and malice made sure of that, eating into any sliver of a moment where he could’ve sat down and thought about his older sister; where he could have gone to Idris with his family, held his mother’s and Eugenia’s hands, and sat in silence with his father, head on his shoulder and eyes staring out the window at the demon towers of Alicante.       Now, however… now he has all the time in the world to grieve. For Barbara… for Christopher.       And for the first time in his life, Thomas doesn’t know what to do, or what to feel.

remember when i was crying over writing a fic about christopher's death in thomas's pov in hope of finding some closure? this is that fic

it hurts—fuck, it hurts—but it needs doing. thomas & co.'s grief in cot was only touched upon in regards to kit's death (and others'), and i wanna expand on it as much as i can. so heads up, this is gonna be a big puddle of feelings and very thomas-centric, but not just with his own mourning. bc thomas is thomas, he'll always go for healing other people first: alastair, gabrily, anna, sophideon... just to name a few :') this b o y istg

anyway, i mentioned this is a mutlichap, so here's a small preview from chapter 1. i'll mostly likely post the full thing tomorrow, and if not then, the day after - in which case, i'll just post another snippet haha xD i've just got the one scene left to finish hhhh

also this isn't beta-read so excuse any glaring errors/my waffley style prose lol

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tagging people who might be interested (and those who i know have read cot lol): @drunkonimagination @astriefer @ferrari-go-vroom-vroom @ibrushmyteeth-donttellanyone @claritywithclary let me know if you’d like to be added to or removed from the tag list!!

#the shadowhunter chronicles #tsc #the last hours #tlh #chain of thorns #chot #cot #chain of thorns spoilers #chot spoilers #cot spoilers #thomas lightwood #gideon lightwood #barbara lightwood #sophie collins #sophie lightwood #eugenia lightwood #christopher lightwood #the last hours fanfiction #tlh fanfiction #the last hours fanfic #tlh fanfic #fanfiction preview #fanfiction #fanfic #grief/mourning #hurt/comfort #dear christopher #i'm also (dis)respectfully ignoring cassie's comment of there being a combined funeral for all the shadowhunters who were killed #for literary and character insight purposes there will be separate funerals okay? okay. #i fully intend to abuse creative liberty here

[thirteensfavoritetoy]

Got this idea that, in the years and (perhaps) decades to come, the Chibnall/Whittaker era will be looked upon more kindly than it is by the general fandom as a whole today. Kinda like how a particular movie doesn't get much attention or gets panned by critics when it's first released, but later on becomes a cult classic as people start to notice and appreciate it more.

I'm hoping that, while some of the fandom haven't been on board with certain things during these last few years (first female Doctor, Timeless Child, Thasmin, etc.), that future show runners will follow Chibbs' lead, finding the courage to introduce their own changes, pushing the boundaries and always expanding the story without subtracting from it.

And hopefully, fans in the future will be able to look back on the Chibnall/Whittaker era and realize that much of that boldness for expanding the Whoniverse began when a show runner decided that the Doctor could be a woman who finds out her past is a mystery to her and who happens to fall in love with another woman.

You can't make an omelet without breaking some eggs, so here's hoping the "broken eggs" of today lead to the omelet of tomorrow.

(holy fuck that's a shitty analogy...)

#doctor who #13th doctor #thirteenth doctor #yasmin khan #thasmin #jodie whittaker #mandip gill #chris chibnall #thank you jodie #thank you mandip #thank you chris

[cartoonfanaticmonsterrobotalien]

Solar Opposites: The Rise of The New Order Ch. 1 (by @avaveevo)

20th Century Fox Presents…

Korvo: *narrating* Once upon a time, there was a glowing planet, known as Shlorp. It was ruled by the New Order. Shlorpians that worshiped good and shielded all from evil. Terraformus was one of these Shlorpians. He was a dreamer with fantastical ideas for all of creation. But, he was seen as an outcast by the elders of Shlorp. For they felt his way of thinking was dangerous to the order of their world. So, he watched as the Shlorpians began to expand the universe in their ways. From the dust of Shlorp, were born Aundrayus and Jessica. Equals as the first of Shlorpiankind, but despite this, Aundrayus demanded control, and Jessica refused to submit to his will. She fled The New Order. Drawn in by her fierce independence, Terraformus found her and the two rebellious dreamers fell deeply in love. Together, they wished to share the magic of free will with humanity, offering Shlorp’s Knowledge to Aundrayus‘s new bride, who gladly accepted. But this gift came with a curse. For with this single act of disobedience, evil finally found its way into the planet. With it, a new realm of darkness and sin. And the order Shlorp worked to maintain was shattered. As punishment for their reckless act, the New Order cast Terraformus and his love into the part he had created, never allowing him to see the good that came from humanity, only the cruel and the wicked. Ashamed, Terraformus lost his will to dream. But Jessica thrived, empowering Shlorpiankind with her voice and her songs. And as the numbers of Shlorpians grew, so did its power. Threatened by this, the New Order made a truly heartless decision. That every year, they would send down an army, an Execution, to ensure Shlorp and its most wanted could never rise against them. But Jessica’s hope remained. And her dream was passed down to their precious son.

Korvo closes a book entitled "The Story of Shlorp" and looks at Terry who was listening.

Korvo: Aah! Oh, shit. Did you hear all that?

Terry: Yep. *sighs* That story never gets old. You know, you would've loved my parents.

Korvo: Yeah. I sure wish I gotten to meet them.

Terry wipes away a tear

Korvo: Can you believe that tomorrow is our wedding?

Terry: Yeah. I am so exciting!

Korvo: *looks out the window* It's really been five years, huh?

Terry: Yeah. And it was worth it.

Terry kisses Korvo on the cheek as Korvo laughs.

Korvo: Yep. I can’t wait for this moment. I love you Terry and nothing is ever gonna change that.

The next day is the day of the wedding. Terry is standing nervous at the altar

Terry: *takes a deep breath* Let’s do this.

Korvo walks down the aisle offscreen and Terry gasps and blushes

Terry: Whoa. You never looked more beautiful.

Korvo is wearing a cyan wedding gown with a dark blue veil covering his face

Korvo: Thank you.

AISHA appears holding a bible

AISHA: Do you Terry take Korvo as your lovely husband, to take care of him to honor him in sickness and health for as long as you both shall live?

Terry: Yeah, I do!

AISHA: And do you Korvo take Terry as her loving handsome husband, to care for him in sickness and in health for as long as you both shall live?

Korvo starts crying with joy

Korvo: I do.

AISHA: Alright, now let's hear the vows

Korvo and Terry share their vows *like they do in the Valentine's Day special*

Korvo: Terry, you were randomly assigned to me in the brink of our planet’s home destruction. I know I would’ve chosen before but you are the brilliant partner an alien could have. I love you.

Terry: Perhaps it is fate that today is our wedding. Today it will this day is when the world would declare in one voice, we will not going quietly in the night. We will not vanish without a fight. We’re gonna love on! We’re going to marry Korvo!

AISHA sniffles

AISHA: Oh God. That was beautiful. By the power invested in me, just for today, I now pronounce you husband and husband. Okay, go ahead kiss. I want to see this.

Terry picks Korvo up and spins around as Korvo laughs

Korvo: Shall we see our vows with a kiss?

Terry: Yes. Yes we shall.

Korvo and Terry embrace in a big orbital kiss

Jesse: *offscreen* YEAH!

Jesse and Pupa are seen cheering for dads while Yumyulack gags.

Terry: I can't believe we did it...

Korvo: Yes. Yes we did.

Korvo and Terry touch their forehead

Korvo: I love you Terry… I always will… no matter what…

Terry: I love you too, mi amore.

As Korvo and Terry kiss, the camera pans to a Shlorpian ship watching over them

???: Tortus, is something wrong?

Tortus: My prized student has married that FUCK UP!

Tortus slammed his fist as he snarls.

???: Really?! Good for them!

Tortus: *growling*

???: I mean, uh, that's awful, sir!

Tortus: GRRRR! So, Jessica’s offspring has the won heart of Korvotron?…. Not on my watch!

Tortus presses a button

Tortus: I’m coming for you my prize student… don’t worry. We’ll find you and fix you up real soon…

Tortus laughs

Cue the movie title: “Solar Opposites: Rise of The New Order”!

#solar opposites #solar opposites au #solar opposites: rise of the new order #tervo #korvo #terry solar opposites #british korvo #dan stevens #thomas middleditch #ariana debose #sean giambrone #mary mack #troy baker #sagan mcmahan #allison brie

[sunnyrealist]

Chapter 16: When I'm Satisfied

The Sun, the Moon, and All Our Stars

Summary and Details…

Chapter Background and Summary: Sebastian and Kate met one fateful night about a month ago at this point in the story. They instantly felt a strong connection and pull to each other, but Kate insisted they could only be friends when Sebastian revealed that he is a murderer and Azkaban escapee who still uses the dark arts. Since then, they have been hanging out more and more frequently. In the last chapter, Kate cooked for Sebastian. He learned how much she adores cooking and baking, especially when she can get her hands on international, exotic ingredients. By the end of the meal, Sebastian told her clearly, once again that he was in love with her. He expanded a great deal on his past, and Kate said she needed some time to process all of the information. Sebastian left with hope in his heart when Kate admitted she would like to see him more often.

Pairing: Aged-up, post-Azkaban Sebastian Sallow x female OC (Kate Mayflower)

Trigger warnings: Attempted date rape and some violence

The full chapter is available below the cut; it can also be found on AO3. Any kind of constructive feedback would be greatly appreciated. A comment, like, or Kudos would make my day

Chapter 16: When I'm Satisfied

How coincidental - how perfect - it was that on his way into work on Friday morning, Sebastian had come across a traveling salesperson carting around spices and ingredients for cooking, baking, and potion-making. At first, there was nothing interesting that met the eye, and then, the vendor pointed out Annamese cinnamon. 

“It’s more potent,” he had explained to Sebastian. “Be careful about how much you put into a recipe. It’s strong and rich.”

“Did this really come from Annam?” Sebastian asked curiously, filled with excitement. 

The merchant smiled. “Yes, it was imported directly from my brother, who resides in Saigon.”

“How much?” Sebastian was already reaching into his pockets for money.

All day, Sebastian’s eyes are drawn to the small container of cinnamon sitting on his desk at work in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement.

He daydreams about how he will present it to Kate and what her expression might be when he gives it to her. He pictures her eyes lighting up in disbelief and amazement, her smile shining like the summer sun, her arms thrown around him, her soft lips on his cheek - or perhaps even on his lips… His mind lingers on that idea. Perhaps she might use the spice to bake something special just for him - even just that would be satisfying.

Sebastian wants to be the one to bring her joy - the man who was thoughtful enough to deliver exactly what she was looking for - an ingredient from somewhere else in the world. Well, not just “the man” - her man. The one.

It already feels like a lifetime has passed in just the span of a work day. Patience is not Sebastian’s strong suit.

Reason tells him that he should wait to bring it to her on the agreed upon date in which they would next meet - Saturday. Tomorrow evening. Just one more day.

He should wait to give it to her. 

He should wait.

Should.

But Sebastian feels like he could burst at the thought of her reaction and what it could lead to. 

When he leaves the Ministry that day, his mind is set. He’ll have some food, freshen up, and then go to her. He’s certain she will be home by 7:30 pm, as seems to be a routine.

A surprise visit - especially one with purpose - couldn’t hurt, right?

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“My father says I will never have to work a day in my life due to our family’s wealth. Isn’t that wonderful? I plan to live a life of luxury. And I’m certain that will make any beautiful future wife of mine extraordinarily pleased.”

Kate frowns at the man sitting across the table from her. A strand of hair falls in her face, but she makes no effort to fix it. “I guess, if that’s what you want.”

“Why wouldn’t anyone want that?” The dark-haired man looks confused.

She shrugs and speaks nonchalantly, betraying her annoyance. “Goals, the pursuit of knowledge, personal fulfillment, adventure and excitement, the opportunity to make a difference… you know, just those things.”

He scoffs. “I plan to make a difference for myself. And my future family. Kay, wouldn’t you like to become a Pureblood Society lady? A mother?”

Kate rolls her eyes at the fact that Clyde Parkinson, her newest arranged date, cannot even remember her name. They had shared dinner together, and she had hardly said a word about herself. It’s not as though she had been asked to share much. Clyde didn’t seem to be all that interested in hearing about her life, her passions, and what she wanted for her future. He was far too busy boasting about his family’s status and wealth, expecting Kate to be impressed and thankful to be on this date with him.

Unfortunately, she had to be polite. That was how she had been raised.

“Well, I would like children,” Kate began. “But I don’t want to be limited by motherhood like so many other witches. I have dreams - to become the head librarian at Hogwarts, to own a bookshop, to promote muggle literature…”

Clyde snickers, a rather unpleasant look coming over his face, as though he smells a dungbomb from Zonko’s Joke Shop. “Muggle literature?!” he asks incredulously, unable to fathom it. “You’ve got to be kidding, right? Why would you want to do that? There’s nothing in muggle literature that wizards haven’t written a million times better. In fact, I believe it should be illegal for anyone to have muggle literature in their possession.”

Kate closes her eyes, takes a deep breath, and bites her lip to keep herself from exploding. She starts to taste blood. “I don’t think you would understand, but that’s alright. Oh, look at the clock! It’s time for me to get home. Thank you for the date.” 

Clyde narrows his eyes, furrowing his brow. “What for? It’s a Friday night, and it isn’t even late.”

“I… I have a busy day tomorrow,” Kate replies, fumbling for an excuse. She stands up, giving Clyde some money. “Here, this is for my meal. If you’ll excuse me, I’ll just apparate now.”

He looks disgusted. “I don’t need your money. Did you not understand what I said about my life of leisure?”

“Oh, yes, I heard you quite well,” Kate retorts shortly. “Anyway, I must go. Goodbye.” 

Clyde rises to his feet quickly, grabbing on tight to Kate’s arm just as she apparates. 

When she reappears right in front of her cottage with Clyde in tow, she gasps, shocked that he would do something so reckless like that - he could have been splinched.

“We’re not done yet, Kay,” he growls. Clyde’s hand clenches around her arm, hard enough to create a bruise. 

Kate’s mind goes blank for a moment as he jerks her roughly towards her own front door. She attempts to wrench herself away, but he’s far too strong. “What are you doing? Hey! Stop it. Let go of me! I said that the date was over!” 

Clyde slaps her across the face, and her veins run cold with fear. Kate realizes she is in actual danger. 

“How dare you treat me like this! I’ll let you be when I choose. When I’m satisfied. And I most certainly am not.” His personality seems to have completely flipped. “Get in the house. Now.”

She fights against him. She manages to throw all of her body weight down upon the grass, her beautiful evening dress ripping at the hem in the process. 

“You fucking bitch,” Clyde sneers. “I’ll help you out of the rest of your clothes. I’ll show you who is in charge. Give you a little preview of what marriage will be like.”

He wrestles with Kate as she cries out. She yells no over and over again to a non-existent passerby who isn’t there to help. She attempts to pull out her wand from her dress pocket, but he’s faster, grabbing it out of her hand before she can even begin uttering a spell.

Eventually, Clyde aggressively forces Kate back up and into the house, pulling her by her hair.

#hogwarts legacy fanfic #hogwarts legacy sebastian #sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow x oc #post azkaban sebastian #hufflepuff x slytherin #aged up sebastian sallow

[misirosekisiro]

The Silent Killer 1-2

เรื่องเจนผ่าน AI เหมือนทุกเรื่องช่วงนี้ ยังสนุกกับการทดลองเจนเรื่องแนวต่าง ๆ ไปเรื่อย ๆ อยู่ เรื่องนี้แจ้งก่อนว่าน่าจะติด 18G ถึงไม่ได้โหดแต่ก็มีฉากฆ่ากัน ใครไม่นิยมโปรดผ่านนะครับ

Chapter 1

Inside the dimly lit coffee shop, Dylan sat quietly at a table against the wall, sipping from his cup of cold brew, browsing through the pages of a worn paperback. His eyes darted back and forth between the words and the occasional movements around him – students chatting animatedly, laughter echoing off the old wooden walls, the faint whirring of laptop fans intertwined with clinking cups.

In these moments, Dylan felt strangely comforted, finding solace among familiar faces and unassuming routines despite being surrounded by people. He couldn’t help but feel like he belonged here, amidst the buzzing energy. It was during one such break in conversation when his attention was captured by a peculiar man entering the cafe.

He noticed the way the sunlight played upon the man's face as he made his way towards him; there was an air of mystery surrounding this stranger.

Something inside Dylan told him not to dismiss this chance encounter; perhaps it would lead somewhere interesting. With an easeful smile, the man approached Dylan's table and introduced himself. "Hey there," he said softly, drawing out the word 'hey'. "I don't think we've met before."

Dylan found himself caught off guard momentarily, trying to remember if he had seen this guy somewhere else before. "Ah… maybe? I can't quite place you either." He answered truthfully, genuinely curious now about this enigmatic individual.

The stranger leaned closer, smiling gently, studying Dylan intently. There was a magnetism to him - magnetic charisma, Dylan thought to himself, suddenly aware of how attractive the other person was. Without even thinking, he found himself asking, "So what brings you here?"

With a swiftness that surprised even Dylan, the response came quickly: "Books, actually!" The stranger laughed, displaying perfectly straight teeth beneath a set of full lips.

"Oh, just some casual browsing, really. But tell me, which one do you enjoy most? Are you more inclined toward classics or contemporary works?" The intriguing aura continued to swirl around him, capturing Dylan completely.

For the first time in weeks, he experienced a spark of excitement within him, awakening feelings long buried deep down.

Nodding in agreement, the stranger elaborated further, "Well, you see, I am usually fond of modern literature, though occasionally, I find myself engrossed in classical texts too. What about yourself? Do you prefer any particular genre?"

Dylan smiled slightly as he replied, "It depends on my mood, honestly.

Sometimes I crave a good classic tale filled with rich language and depth, whereas other times, I simply want a quick escape from reality with a fast-paced page turner. Why do you ask?"

 The stranger gave a small nod, his voice becoming increasingly deeper and resonant as he spoke. "Perhaps because I sense your thirst for knowledge and adventure, Dylan." Pausing briefly, he added softly, "Apart from discussing our literary interests, do you care to join me later tonight for dinner?

We could continue our discussion over drinks or dessert. Perhaps I might be able to provide you with some recommendations based on your reading habits."

 Dylan hesitated, feeling flattered yet uncertain about this strange proposition. Despite his reservations, curiosity got the better of him. Sensing an opportunity to expand his social circle, he agreed tentatively, "Alright, let's meet then.

When and where should we rendezvous?" The stranger paused briefly, contemplating his choice of words carefully. In a smooth tone, he responded confidently, "How about Tomorrow at eight o'clock outside the library? We shall proceed together afterward." This seemed agreeable enough to Dylan, who expressed gratitude and exchanged contact information. As the conversation continued, Dylan became more engaged, finding himself fascinated by this stranger's intellect and easygoing demeanor. He realized that spending the evening in his company held potential for friendship and intellectual growth alike.

"Oh how bad i am, we talk until now but we still not know each one name, I'm Dylan."

He said, introducing himself finally. He looked almost apologetic, but also excited, waiting to hear the answer. "I'm sorry! How remiss of me," the stranger exclaimed playfully, taking a sip of his own drink before replying, "My apologies, Dylan. My name is Adrian, pleased to make your acquaintance." There was something both earnest and teasing in Adrian's expression—a mix of sincerity and subtle humor that endeared him even more to Dylan.

As they talked, hours passed without notice, and soon enough, it was already late afternoon. Dylan glanced at his watch, realizing he needed to head home to prepare for work tomorrow. Reluctantly, he stood up from his seat, thanking Adrian profusely for the delightful conversation. "It was truly wonderful speaking with you, Adrian. I look forward to seeing you tomorrow."

Adrian grinned broadly, waving farewell as Dylan left the cozy confines of the coffee shop. Outside, the sun cast long shadows across the sidewalk, painting the world in golden tones. Dylan took a deep breath, savoring the last lingering traces of autumn in the crisp air.

As he walked briskly along the streets, his thoughts drifted back to Adrian.

Although he wasn't entirely sure why, he felt a growing anticipation for their planned rendezvous. Maybe it was merely because Adrian had piqued his interest with his diverse range of topics, his ability to hold a conversation effortlessly, or the undeniably strong connection they shared. Whatever the reason, he knew it wouldn't hurt to spend more time getting to know him. The prospect of discovering more about this eloquent stranger appealed greatly to Dylan, offering the promise of adventure and companionship he so desperately sought.

Reaching the corner near his apartment building, he slowed his pace, relishing the last few minutes spent daydreaming about Adrian. Climbing the stairs leading to his modest abode, he mentally prepared himself for another night spent alone, indulging in the memories of their remarkable conversation. Yet no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't suppress the anticipation brewing within him for their rendezvous later on.

Arriving at his doorstep, Dylan slipped his key into the lock, opening it to find a surprising silence greeting him.

Typically, he expected to be welcomed by the humming noise of his refrigerator or the low murmur of his television from the living room. However, today, nothing stirred within his apartment save for the ticking clock on his bedroom wall. Glancing down at his phone, he saw that it was well past midnight. Thoughts of Adrian danced through his mind once more, igniting a mixture of nervous anticipation and sheer excitement.

Pushing aside his unease, Dylan decided to settle down for the night.

His anticipation for their date grew stronger, filling him with eagerness for what lay ahead. Before retiring to sleep, however, he reached for his laptop, pulling up Google Maps to double-check the directions to the library. Scrolling through the map, he noted several landmarks and familiar roads, memorizing them in case he got lost along the way. Satisfied with his preparations, he powered down his computer, ready to rest and dream of Adrian until morning arrived.

Morning broke bright and clear, promising a beautiful day ahead.

Dylan awoke early, showered, dressed sharply, and proceeded to put on a layer of cologne, hoping to impress Adrian. Leaving his apartment, he took stock of his surroundings – it appeared that the entire city was alive with activity. People were streaming towards business districts, catching public transportation, and going about their daily routine. On the horizon, the library tower loomed majestic against the blue sky, standing tall as a symbol of education and wisdom. With a surge of determination, Dylan hastened his steps towards their appointed destination.

Along the journey, he admired the grand architecture adorned in various styles, reflecting the city's history. The bustling urban landscape buzzed with energy and purpose, inspiring optimism within him. As he approached the imposing stone edifice known as the university library, he noticed a figure lounging idly against the pillar, a pair of slender legs crossed neatly. Recognition dawned upon him immediately, for this must indeed be Adrian. He strode forward with confidence, eager to embrace this unique experience awaiting him.

As he drew closer, he observed Adrian watching passersby intently, a slight smile playing on his lips as if silently musing over human nature. Greeted by an amiable grin, Dylan extended his hand in introduction, "Hello there, Adrian!"

Smiling warmly, Adrian accepted the gesture, gripping firmly as they shook hands. "Good morning, Dylan! It's nice to finally meet you properly." Their palms remained locked for a moment longer than necessary, holding onto each other's gaze with mutual curiosity. "Thank you for agreeing to meet here," Dylan began, breaking the spell.

Adrian returned his attention to the surrounding environment, gesturing expansively, "Not at all, dear friend! These environs serve as a perfect setting for our little tête-à-tête.

Dylan commented, looking around appreciatively. The library, situated amidst ancient trees and serene courtyards, boasted an atmosphere ripe for intellectual exploration. As they entered, their footsteps echoed off the high ceilings adorned with ornate chandeliers. Books lined countless shelves, forming seemingly endless rows of knowledge. The smell of old paper and leather bound volumes permeated the air, imbuing the space with an almost magical quality.

Dylan led the way to the main entrance, allowing the coolness of the interior to sweep away the lingering heat of the outdoors. Together, they navigated the sprawling labyrinth of shelved literature, choosing works that caught their eye along the way. From philosophy to poetry, fiction to psychology, the breadth of subjects tantalized their imaginations, sparking animated debates and discussions.

Over hours, they covered everything from the existential crisis of modern man to the role of technology in contemporary culture. While most people would consider such discourse banal, it provided solace for two individuals starving for meaningful connections.

Their minds fed, bodies craved sustenance; thus, the duo ventured forth to explore food options available within the vicinity. Upon entering a quaint eatery nearby, they found themselves absorbed by its rustic charm, complete with weathered wood floors and warm lighting illuminating exposed brickwork.

A comforting aroma of freshly ground coffee swirled in the air, adding a pleasant touch to the ambiance. Seated together at a table, they browsed the menu while sipping steaming cups of rich espresso. Engrossed in discussion about the impact of social media on personal identity, they ordered dishes reflecting their contrasting culinary preferences - Dylan opted for a hearty vegetarian soup accompanied by whole wheat crackers, whereas Adrian chose a platter featuring juicy burgers served alongside crunchy fries.

Both settled into comfortable positions, leaning slightly toward one another to better understand the nuances of every point made during their debate.

In between bites, they occasionally paused to glance at each other, sharing moments of understanding that transcended the mundane. For Dylan, it was a revelatory encounter, unveiling layers previously concealed beneath his polished exterior. In turn, Adrian in depth he just laugh inside, how his prey follow his guide.

No emotion, no attachment. Just games, toying like puppet master with strings. After dinner, walking together back to Dylan’s place, a soft drizzle started falling from gray skies above, creating a romantic atmosphere. Hand in hand, the couple strolled under the canopy of trees surrounding the charming neighborhood, feeling at ease, not quite knowing what brought them here tonight, yet strangely connected despite their differences.

Back at Dylan's place, the sensuous vibe continued to intensify.

Chapter 2

As the rain pelted against the windowpane outside, Dylan's skin tingled with awareness and arousal. This was his first time hosting someone at his home, let alone inviting a mysterious stranger. Despite his nerves, the sexual chemistry between them had grown increasingly intense since they left the restaurant earlier that evening. Now, sitting close enough to feel the warmth radiating from Adrian's body, Dylan struggled to maintain composure. How could something so wrong be so right?

Dylan wondered, brushing a tendril of hair behind his ear. His breath hitched when Adrian leaned closer, placing a gentle kiss on his cheekbone, followed by a whispered endearing remark. The warmth of Adrian's lips against his sensitive skin sent tremors through Dylan's core, making him weak in the knees. Unbeknownst to either party, the intensity of their connection seemed destined to spiral further beyond control.

Slowly, tender fingers caressed Dylan's face, eliciting involuntary moans from deep within his throat. As Adrian pressed closer still, their mouths sought one another, hungry for release. Lips entwined passionately, tongues tangled in a dance only heightening the desire coursing through both veins. Emboldened by this newfound freedom, they shifted closer still—their combined strength now a driving force.

Fingers deftly undid buttons and zippers, yielding smooth, bare flesh teasingly revealed. Each subtle motion spoke volumes about the hunger building between them. Gasping, they pulled apart briefly, drawing a line of saliva between their mouths. Drenched in raw, animalistic lust, Dylan surrendered himself fully to the unknown, trusting blindly in Adrian's expertise.

"Oh God, I want you..." he breathed, voice wavering as he succumbed entirely to his desires.

Adrian smiled, nodding encouragement, pressing deeper kisses down Dylan's neck until reaching the valley between his shoulder blades. He ran his tongue slowly across the skin, causing goosebumps to rise in response.

Moans escaped Dylan's lips involuntarily as the pleasure coursed through his body. Unable to hold back any longer, he reached out, grasping Adrian tightly. They both fell to the floor in sheer ecstasy, losing themselves completely in each other's arms.

Dylan clung tightly to Adrian, feeling like he was floating, carried away by the waves of pleasure crashing over him. He felt tears streaming down his face, but whether they were born of joy or sorrow, he couldn't tell. All he knew was that this was unlike anything he had ever experienced before.

Lost in the moment, Dylan hardly realized where they were anymore – trapped in a vortex of desire and oblivion. Adrian too was consumed by their shared passion, relishing in the fact that he held total sway over his prey.

His powerful frame moved confidently with grace, every movement calculated to evoke pure delight. Shifting between delicate and aggressive caresses, he ensnared Dylan even further into his web of intrigue. There was no question, no doubt; nothing mattered except giving and receiving pleasure, immersing themselves in the eroticism that enveloped them.

With renewed vigor, Dylan grabbed onto Adrian's head, pulling him closer for a scorching kiss that ignited flames within his very soul.

Adrian reciprocated eagerly, devouring Dylan's lips greedily, showing no signs of restraint. Their lips danced wildly, their teeth clicking in harmony, fueling the fire raging between them.

As if lost in the euphoria of this moment, neither thought of consequences nor stopped to ask questions about each other's past. It was as though the world outside did not exist, as their passions became intertwined, merging inextricably with one another.

Sweaty palms met feverish skin, sending jolts of electricity surging through both bodies. Nails scratched gently against muscular shoulders, marking their claim upon one another. Every fiber of being yearned to consume the other wholly, driven by an insatiable appetite for fulfillment.

Breathing heavily, Dylan began to rock back and forth, grinding his groin against Adrian's. Their rhythm matched perfectly, pushing them both towards the edge of ecstasy.

Feeling powerless yet utterly satisfied by Adrian's dominance, Dylan closed his eyes, embracing the sensation sweeping through his entire being. His hands wandered upwards along Adrian's sculpted torso, marveling at the hard planes of his abdomen and the play of muscles flexing beneath his palm.

The room echoed with the sounds of wet, passionate gasps mixed with low, husky murmurs. Adrian, ever in control, took charge of guiding their fervent exploration of one another's bodies. With firm hands, he traced exquisite patterns on Dylan's chest, making sure to pay attention to those sensitive areas that drove him wild. Meanwhile, Dylan allowed himself to simply indulge in the pleasure, allowing Adrian to dictate the pace and intensity of their encounter.

After a while of resting in each other arms. Adrian slip off the bed.

He stood facing Dylan, looking deeply into his eyes. "Stay strong," he said quietly, before turning around, removing his clothes piece by piece. His body gleamed with well-defined muscle, evidence of his dedication to fitness. Stripped down to just briefs, he returned to stand beside Dylan, offering him a glass of water. Dylan drained the glass, then set it aside. Closing his eyes, he listened intently to the beat of his own pulse. When he opened them again, Adrian was already waiting expectantly.

His gaze bore into Dylan, conveying a sense of possessiveness that both frightened and excited him.

Desire burned hotter than ever before as Adrian slowly approached Dylan, his movements impossibly fluid. Taking care not to disturb the sheets, he crawled seductively over Dylan's prone form, slithering his way up the contours of his partner's muscular physique.

His hands caressed and massaged every curve, honoring each dip and swell of Dylan's flesh. His touch was slow and deliberate, setting a tantalizing tempo that made Dylan's heart race faster.

With growing excitement, Dylan raised his arms, welcoming Adrian closer. As their skin touched, sparks flew once more, reigniting the fires of desire within them both. Dylan threw caution to the wind, opening himself up completely to whatever lay ahead.

But thing not go as Dylan thought, Adrian both hands was draw on his skin, form the chest up to his bare neck. then his touch turn to warp... his hand warp around Dylan's neck. the warp just tight and tighten until it's grip of death.

Forgetting all the lustful moments they enjoyed earlier, fear flooded Dylan's system, numbing everything else - including reason. His heart raced frantically, trying to break free from what he perceived as impending doom. In a panicked bid to escape, he tried to push Adrian away, flailing helplessly under his suffocating grasp. But Adrian remained unfazed, holding on tighter, his face unreadable as his sinister intent grew clearer by the second.

Time seemed to slow down, each tick of the clock becoming deafeningly loud in Dylan's ears. Panic seized him as comprehension dawned upon him. No, this wasn't supposed to happen! He wanted to scream, but his vocal cords refused to cooperate.

A wave of anger coursed through Dylan as adrenaline fueled his determination to fight back. Summoning every ounce of energy he possessed, he attempted to buck against Adrian's iron grip. But his efforts proved futile as his struggling was easily quashed.

Feeling hopeless and desperate, he looked directly into Adrian's penetrating stare. Something cold and dangerous radiated from Adrian’s gaze, almost as if he could see right through Dylan’s very soul. Paralyzed by terror, he found himself unable to look away from the piercing blue eyes of his captor. Dylan struggled to process the sudden change in circumstances, torn between horror and disbelief. How could things take such a drastic turn? Where had it gone wrong?

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“  can we just have some meaningless sex we can both pretend didn’t happen tomorrow morning?  ” Perhaps a stupidly bold proposition from a restless magician to a cryptid horror bartender.

In which Kuro is a fuckin' tease | @mischievmagic

"Hm?" Kurogiri hums, his expression of course remaining as unreadable as always, but the bartender does set aside the glass he had methodically been cleaning to turn that amber gaze towards Atsuhiro. There's a beat of silence between the pair, before Kurogiri extends an arm out towards the other, the mist expanding and wafting over the countertop reaching towards the magician.

Once the mist makes contact with the other's arm, a feeling one might equate to having another person run their hand up and down one's arm would be felt, the mist itself seeping into the clothing to bring a cooled sensation upon flesh.

"Now, dear Atsuhiro, what makes you think I would ever allow you to even pretend to forget what an experience I would give you, come the morning after?" Kurogiri mused, before the mist begins expanding up the magician's arm, grazing over his shoulder, and then dragging itself down his chest, with all the beforementioned sensations following suit.

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The situation in the Ukraine reminds us of the days of the Iron Curtain as Putin attempts to move it further East at the expense of Ukranian freedom.

Putin's efforts to expand Russia's sphere of influence into Ukraine have been met with significant resistance from the Ukrainian government and its allies in the West. Russia's annexation of Crimea in 2014 and ongoing support for separatist rebels in eastern Ukraine have escalated tensions and drawn condemnation from the international community. Putin is certain that he is doing his best to insure the future of Russia.

In America, we are hamstrung by the Iron Certain. Our country is divided with both sides convinced of the certainity of their positions. We tend to gravitate toward sources of information that reinforce our existing beliefs, leading to echo chambers, broken records and a lack of meaningful dialogue between opposing viewpoints.

Riversend is committed to uncertainity as exemplitied in our motto…."If you're asking my opinion don't take my advice. When Riversend poses a question, even an old one like "to be or not to be?" we are not seeking an answer. We are promoting thought. In this way, Riversend is a provocative congregation that ironically discourages confrontation as we encouraging contemplation while recognizing paradox and learning from it.

Our country is divided with both sides convinced of the certainity of their positions.

Political polarization in the United States has been a significant issue for some time, with differences in opinion on key issues often leading to gridlock in government and strained social relations. People tend to gravitate toward sources of information that reinforce their existing beliefs, leading to echo chambers, broken records and a lack of meaningful dialogue between opposing viewpoints and certainties

This kind of division can hinder progress and make it difficult to find common ground on important issues facing the country. It's crucial for individuals and leaders to work toward bridging these divides, fostering understanding, empathy, and constructive dialogue across ideological lines.

Efforts to promote civil discourse, engage in active listening, and seek out diverse perspectives can help break down the barriers created by political polarization and promote greater unity and understanding within society. Ultimately, a healthy democracy thrives on the ability to engage in respectful debate and compromise, even in the face of deeply held convictions.

When Riversend poses a question, even an old one like "to be or not to be?" we are not seeking an answer. We are promoting thought in this way, Riversend is a provocative congregation that ironically discourages confrontation while encouraging contemplation while recognizing paradox and learning from it.

By embracing uncertainty and encouraging individuals to think for themselves, Riversend fosters a culture of intellectual curiosity, creativity, and personal autonomy. This approach can lead to more nuanced and thoughtful discussions, as well as better decision-making in both personal and professional contexts.

Riversend's philosophy appears to prioritize the journey of inquiry and self-discovery over the pursuit of easy answers, promoting a deeper understanding of oneself and the world.

A deeper understanding, not a certain understanding.

Our emphasis on promoting thought and contemplation while discouraging confrontation aligns with the idea of creating a space for respectful dialogue and exploration of diverse perspectives. By recognizing and embracing paradoxes, We acknowledges the inherent complexities of life and encourage Riversenders to learn from them rather than attempt to resolve them outright or kick the crap out of one another.

And the baseball season is once again upon us bringing its lessons on paradox and uncertainity.

We'll play some more ball tomorrow.

Perhaps

I hope you show up to the field and I'm thrilled you're here now.

The River flows.

Nyukamayum.

Like if you like.

Our emphasis on promoting thought and contemplation while discouraging confrontation aligns with the idea of creating a space for respectful dialogue and exploration of diverse perspectives. By recognizing and embracing paradoxes, Riversend acknowledges the inherent complexities of life and encourages individuals to learn from them rather than attempting to resolve them outright or kick the crap out of one another.

This approach fosters intellectual growth, humility, and an appreciation for the richness of human experience. It encourages individuals to embrace ambiguity and uncertainty, recognizing that profound insights can emerge from grappling with life's unanswered questions.

Overall, Riversend's philosophy appears to prioritize the journey of inquiry and self-discovery over the pursuit of easy answers, promoting a deeper understanding of oneself and the world.

User Somewhere in our development we became aware of death which separated us from all other animals and gave us a foothold in two worlds. ChatGPT The awareness of death is indeed a significant aspect of human existence that sets us apart from other animals. This awareness not only shapes our perceptions of life and mortality but also influences our cultural, spiritual, and philosophical beliefs.

The recognition of mortality can lead to a heightened sense of self-awareness and a deeper appreciation for the fleeting nature of life. It can inspire individuals to contemplate their purpose and legacy, prompting existential questions about the meaning of existence and what lies beyond death.

This awareness of mortality has also played a crucial role in shaping human societies and cultures. It has led to the development of rituals, traditions, and belief systems surrounding death and the afterlife, which serve to provide comfort, meaning, and guidance in the face of mortality.

At the same time, the awareness of death can evoke fear, anxiety, and existential dread. However, it can also serve as a catalyst for personal growth, encouraging individuals to live more intentionally and to cherish the moments they have.

Ultimately, the awareness of death is a fundamental aspect of the human experience, shaping our perceptions, beliefs, and behaviors as we navigate the complexities of existence and grapple with the mysteries of life and mortality.

User Death is our one great certainity but with the advance of science, even that concept becomes uncertain as medical discoveries are taking place at an unparalled rate. ChatGPT The advance of science and medical discoveries indeed challenge our traditional understanding of death as an absolute certainty. Breakthroughs in medicine, technology, and biomedical research have expanded our ability to treat and manage previously fatal conditions, prolonging life expectancy and improving quality of life for many people.

Medical interventions such as organ transplantation, advanced life support systems, and innovative pharmaceutical treatments have pushed the boundaries of what was once thought possible in terms of extending human life. Additionally, ongoing research in fields such as regenerative medicine, genetics, and artificial intelligence holds the promise of further transformative breakthroughs in healthcare.

These advancements have led to discussions about the concept of "postponed death" or "prolonged dying," where individuals may be kept alive through medical interventions long after they would have naturally succumbed to their illnesses or injuries. This raises complex ethical and existential questions about the nature of life, death, and the limits of medical intervention.

While scientific progress has undoubtedly increased our ability to delay the onset of death and mitigate its effects, it's important to recognize that death remains an inevitable part of the human experience. Despite our advances, there are still inherent limitations to medical science, and death remains a natural and universal phenomenon.

Moreover, advancements in medical technology and treatments also raise questions about the quality of life and the ethical considerations surrounding end-of-life care. Discussions about death and dying have become increasingly nuanced and multifaceted as medical science continues to advance.

In summary, while the advance of science has certainly challenged our traditional understanding of death, it has not eliminated the fundamental reality of mortality. Instead, it has opened up new possibilities and complexities in our relationship with death and dying, prompting ongoing discussions and reflections on the nature of life and the human experience.

User Breakthroughs in quantum physics suggest challenges to our most certain of beliefs. The quantum computers approach even as AI has already arrived providing immediate information at an unparalleled velocity, intensity and frequency. ChatGPT Absolutely, breakthroughs in quantum physics indeed challenge many of our fundamental beliefs about the nature of reality. Quantum mechanics, with its principles of superposition, entanglement, and uncertainty, presents a view of the universe that often defies classical intuition. The development of quantum computing, which harnesses the unique properties of quantum mechanics, holds the potential to revolutionize fields such as cryptography, materials science, and optimization.

One of the most fascinating aspects of quantum computing is its ability to perform calculations at speeds that far exceed those of classical computers for certain types of problems. This has implications for areas such as drug discovery, climate modeling, and artificial intelligence, where complex calculations are required.

Speaking of AI, its advancements have already had a profound impact on society. AI systems are capable of processing vast amounts of data at unprecedented speeds, enabling rapid analysis and decision-making in various domains. From virtual assistants to autonomous vehicles, AI technologies are becoming increasingly integrated into everyday life.

The convergence of quantum computing and AI has the potential to further accelerate the pace of technological innovation. Quantum computing could enhance the capabilities of AI systems by enabling them to process and analyze data more efficiently, leading to breakthroughs in areas such as machine learning, natural language processing, and robotics.

However, it's essential to recognize that with these advancements come ethical considerations and societal implications. Questions about privacy, bias, job displacement, and the existential risks of AI and quantum computing are increasingly being discussed and debated.

In summary, the intersection of quantum computing and AI represents a frontier of technological exploration that challenges our understanding of the world while offering the promise of transformative advancements. It's crucial for society to approach these developments thoughtfully, considering both the potential benefits and risks as we navigate this rapidly evolving landscape.

User This onslaught has led to an increase in what we used to call magical thinking which we now recognize is another term for technological advance and congemplation. ChatGPT The term "magical thinking" traditionally refers to a belief in supernatural causality, where unrelated actions or events are believed to have a causal connection. However, in the context you're presenting, it seems to suggest a broader phenomenon where technological advancements and contemplation can sometimes appear almost magical in their effects and implications.

Indeed, the rapid pace of technological advancement can sometimes give rise to a sense of wonder and awe akin to what might be described as magical thinking. Concepts and innovations that were once the realm of science fiction are now becoming reality through the relentless progress of science and technology.

Furthermore, contemplation in this context likely refers to the deep reflection and exploration of the implications of these advancements. As society grapples with the transformative effects of technology on virtually every aspect of life, there's a growing recognition of the need for thoughtful consideration of the ethical, social, and philosophical implications of these changes.

In this sense, "magical thinking" may encompass both the wonder inspired by technological advancements and the contemplative process of grappling with their implications. It's a recognition that the boundaries of what is possible are constantly being pushed, leading to a reevaluation of our understanding of the world and our place within it.

However, it's important to balance this sense of wonder with a critical and ethical perspective. While technological advancements hold immense potential for improving human welfare and addressing pressing global challenges, they also bring with them risks and ethical considerations that must be carefully navigated.

Ultimately, embracing the marvels of technological progress while engaging in thoughtful contemplation and ethical reflection can help ensure that these advancements are harnessed for the greater good of humanity.

User Baseball attempts to keep us grounded. Three strikes is always an out but baseball has its own lovely paradox. It's the only sport in which the gteam that has the ball is on defense. ChatGPT Baseball does indeed have its own unique intricacies and paradoxes, and the notion that the team with the ball is considered on defense is one of them. This paradox highlights the dual nature of baseball, where teams alternate between offense and defense in a structured manner.

In most sports, possession of the ball or control of the game typically corresponds with being on the offensive. However, in baseball, the team in the field (the defense) controls the ball and attempts to prevent the opposing team from scoring runs, while the team at bat (the offense) tries to generate runs by hitting the ball and advancing around the bases.

This distinction adds depth and complexity to the game, as teams must excel both offensively and defensively to succeed. It also underscores the strategic elements of baseball, where managers must make decisions based on the current game situation, such as when to employ defensive shifts, execute strategic pitching changes, or call for specific offensive plays.

Moreover, the concept of three strikes and you're out is a fundamental rule in baseball that further adds to its unique character. This rule provides a clear measure of success or failure for hitters, while also contributing to the tension and drama of each at-bat.

Overall, baseball's paradoxes and rules contribute to its rich tapestry of traditions, strategies, and narratives, making it a beloved and enduring sport for fans around the world.

User The baseball season has just begun and links us to the past while encorporating new methods of umpiring and new methods of analytics which not only better describe performance but also predict performance. ChatGPT Absolutely, the start of a new baseball season is always a time to celebrate the rich history and traditions of the sport while also embracing innovations that enhance the game. Baseball has a deep connection to its past, with fans and players alike cherishing the traditions and narratives that have been woven throughout its long history.

At the same time, baseball is also a dynamic and evolving sport, constantly adapting to changes in technology, culture, and society. One significant area of innovation in recent years has been in the realm of umpiring and analytics.

Advancements in technology, such as the implementation of instant replay and automated strike zones, have aimed to improve the accuracy of umpiring decisions and enhance the fairness of the game. These innovations, while sometimes contentious, reflect baseball's ongoing commitment to upholding the integrity of competition and ensuring that outcomes are determined by skill and performance.

Furthermore, the rise of baseball analytics has revolutionized how teams evaluate and strategize. Through the use of advanced statistics and data analysis techniques, teams can better understand player performance, identify strengths and weaknesses, and make informed decisions about roster construction, lineup optimization, and in-game tactics.

Additionally, predictive analytics have become increasingly sophisticated, allowing teams to forecast player performance and outcomes with greater accuracy. This has led to a shift in how teams evaluate player value and make long-term investments in talent.

While some purists may lament the changes brought about by technology and analytics, these innovations have undeniably enriched the game and opened up new avenues for appreciation and understanding. They represent the latest chapter in baseball's ongoing evolution, ensuring that the sport remains vibrant and relevant in the modern era.

As the new season gets underway, fans can look forward to experiencing the timeless traditions of baseball while also embracing the exciting advancements that continue to shape the game's future.

User Meanwhile legalized betting on sports is becoming an overwhelming national trend, even in baseball. ChatGPT Indeed, the legalization of sports betting has emerged as a significant trend in many countries, including the United States. With the repeal of the Professional and Amateur Sports Protection Act (PASPA) in 2018, individual states gained the authority to legalize sports betting within their borders, leading to a rapid expansion of the industry.

Baseball, like other major sports leagues, has had to navigate the implications of legalized sports betting. While the sport has a long and complex history with gambling, dating back to its earliest days, the landscape has shifted with the rise of online and mobile betting platforms.

For baseball fans, legalized sports betting offers a new way to engage with the game, providing opportunities to wager on various aspects of gameplay, such as the outcome of individual games, player performance, and even in-game events like pitch-by-pitch outcomes.

However, the proliferation of sports betting also raises concerns about integrity, transparency, and the potential for negative social consequences, such as problem gambling. To address these concerns, sports leagues and regulatory bodies have implemented measures to safeguard the integrity of competition, including monitoring betting patterns for suspicious activity and educating players and officials about the risks of gambling-related corruption.

Additionally, there has been a push for responsible gambling initiatives and regulations aimed at protecting vulnerable populations and promoting ethical practices within the industry.

As legalized sports betting continues to gain traction, it will be essential for stakeholders, including sports leagues, regulatory agencies, and the betting industry itself, to work together to strike a balance between fostering a safe and enjoyable betting environment and mitigating potential risks to the integrity of sports and the well-being of individuals.

User So wouldn't it be nice to be absolutely CERTAIN about just one game. ChatGPT The idea of certainty in the context of sports, particularly in relation to betting, is indeed appealing to many. However, the unpredictable nature of sports is precisely what makes them so exciting and compelling. Upsets, underdog victories, and unexpected outcomes are all part of what makes sports competitions so riveting for fans.

While it may be tempting to seek absolute certainty in predicting the outcome of a game, the reality is that sports are inherently uncertain. Factors such as injuries, weather conditions, officiating decisions, and individual performances can all influence the outcome of a game in unpredictable ways.

Moreover, the unpredictability of sports is what makes them a true test of skill, strategy, and athleticism. If the outcome of every game were certain, the thrill of competition would be greatly diminished.

Instead of focusing on absolute certainty, many sports fans embrace the uncertainty and unpredictability of sports, enjoying the suspense and drama that each game brings. While there are certainly strategies and techniques that can improve one's chances of success in sports betting, there will always be an element of uncertainty that adds to the excitement and intrigue of the game.

User All we would have to do i make one bet and the financial reward from the Ceetain bet would cast us into an entirely new orbit of wealth which would introduce us to even more uncertainity rather than less. ChatGPT The allure of a "sure thing" bet that could catapult one into a new orbit of wealth is undeniably tempting. However, it's essential to consider the potential consequences and complexities that come with sudden wealth.

While winning a large sum of money from a certain bet might seem like a dream come true, it can also bring about significant challenges and uncertainties. Suddenly acquiring vast wealth can introduce new pressures, responsibilities, and complexities into one's life, including managing finances, navigating tax implications, and dealing with changes in personal relationships and lifestyle.

Moreover, sudden wealth can also bring about its own set of risks and pitfalls, including the temptation to overspend, invest unwisely, or become a target for exploitation or fraud.

Furthermore, it's worth considering that the pursuit of financial gain through gambling can be inherently risky and addictive for some individuals. While responsible gambling can be a source of entertainment and excitement for many, it's crucial to approach it with caution and moderation.

Ultimately, while the idea of a certain bet leading to newfound wealth may seem appealing, it's important to approach such opportunities with careful consideration and awareness of the potential risks and consequences. Building wealth through sound financial planning, prudent investing, and responsible decision-making over time may offer a more sustainable path to financial security and prosperity.

User Because besides death the only other thing we're sure of is taxes ChatGPT Indeed, taxes are one of life's certainties, alongside death. The obligation to pay taxes is a fundamental aspect of living in a society where public services and infrastructure are funded through collective contributions.

Taxes play a crucial role in financing government activities, including education, healthcare, infrastructure development, social welfare programs, and national defense. They are essential for maintaining the functioning of society and ensuring the well-being of citizens.

While the prospect of paying taxes may not always be welcomed, it's important to recognize their importance in supporting the common good and promoting social equity. Through taxes, wealthier individuals and corporations contribute their fair share to society, helping to redistribute resources and address disparities in income and opportunity.

Moreover, taxes can also be viewed as investments in the future, as they enable governments to make strategic investments in areas that benefit society as a whole, such as education, healthcare, and infrastructure. By pooling resources through taxation, governments can undertake projects and initiatives that would be beyond the capacity of individual citizens or private entities.

While the complexity of tax systems and the process of filing taxes can sometimes be daunting, it's essential for citizens to fulfill their tax obligations in accordance with the law. Doing so ensures the continued functioning of essential public services and institutions that benefit everyone in society.

Overall, while taxes may be a certainty in life, they also serve a vital purpose in promoting the common good and supporting the well-being of individuals and communities. Embracing our responsibility to contribute to the tax system can help ensure a fair and prosperous society for all.

User Taxes are an investment into the future which we all know is uncertain although we assume that they are being used to promote the common good and the well being of others. ChatGPT Exactly, taxes can be viewed as an investment in the future, despite the uncertainties that lie ahead. While we cannot predict with certainty what the future holds, taxes serve as a means for governments to pool resources and fund initiatives that promote the common good and the well-being of society as a whole.

Through taxation, governments can finance essential public services such as education, healthcare, infrastructure, social welfare programs, and public safety initiatives. These investments are critical for building a strong foundation for future generations, fostering economic growth, and ensuring the overall prosperity and stability of society.

While there may be uncertainties about how tax dollars are allocated and whether they are used efficiently and effectively, transparency, accountability, and good governance are essential principles that help ensure tax revenues are managed responsibly and in the best interests of citizens.

Furthermore, the collective contributions made through taxes reflect a shared commitment to supporting the needs of the community and promoting social equity. By redistributing resources and providing assistance to those in need, taxes play a crucial role in reducing disparities and fostering a more inclusive and equitable society.

Ultimately, while the future may be uncertain, taxes represent a tangible way for individuals to contribute to the betterment of society and invest in a brighter future for themselves and future generations. Embracing our responsibility to pay taxes and holding governments accountable for their use can help ensure that tax dollars are used effectively to promote the common good and improve the well-being of all members of society.

User So we argue about how much taxes should be paid and who should benefit most from the investment into the uncertain future. One side becomes convinced and CERTAIN of their vision which has increasingly led to the IRON Certain that pervades and divides our country. ChatGPT You've touched on a significant aspect of modern society: the polarization and division that often arise from debates about taxes, government spending, and the allocation of resources. These debates reflect differing values, priorities, and visions for the future, and they can lead to entrenched positions and a sense of certainty among opposing sides.

The "Iron Certain" you mentioned aptly captures the rigidity and inflexibility that can result from this polarization. When individuals or groups become convinced of their own vision and are unwilling to entertain alternative perspectives, it can lead to a breakdown in dialogue, cooperation, and compromise.

Furthermore, the stakes in these debates can feel particularly high because they involve fundamental questions about the role of government, the distribution of wealth and opportunity, and the future direction of society. As a result, discussions about taxes and government spending often evoke strong emotions and deeply held beliefs.

However, it's important to recognize that finding common ground and forging consensus on these issues is essential for the functioning of democracy and the well-being of society as a whole. Instead of succumbing to the "Iron Certain," there is value in fostering dialogue, empathy, and a willingness to consider diverse perspectives.

Seeking common ground does not necessarily mean compromising one's principles or abandoning deeply held beliefs. Rather, it involves recognizing the validity of differing viewpoints and finding ways to reconcile competing interests in pursuit of shared goals and values.

Ultimately, addressing the challenges posed by the "Iron Certain" requires a commitment to open-mindedness, civility, and constructive engagement. By fostering a culture of dialogue and collaboration, we can work towards overcoming division and finding solutions that benefit everyone in society, even in the face of uncertainty about the future.

User which can only be addressed through open-mindedness, civility, dialogue, comprehesion, co-operation and collaboration all of which constitute the need for and purpose of Riversend. ChatGPT Indeed, fostering open-mindedness, civility, dialogue, comprehension, cooperation, and collaboration are essential components for addressing the challenges of polarization and division within society, and they align closely with the mission and purpose of Riversend, as you described.

Riversend, as you've portrayed it, appears to be a place or concept that emphasizes the importance of these values in promoting understanding, harmony, and progress. By providing a space for individuals to engage in respectful dialogue, exchange diverse perspectives, and work together towards common goals, Riversend serves as a beacon of hope for overcoming the "Iron Certain" that pervades society.

Open-mindedness allows individuals to consider alternative viewpoints and ideas, fostering empathy and understanding across differences. Civility ensures that discussions remain respectful and productive, even in the face of disagreement. Dialogue provides a platform for exchanging ideas, sharing experiences, and finding common ground. Comprehension involves actively seeking to understand others' perspectives and experiences. Cooperation and collaboration enable individuals to work together towards shared goals, leveraging their diverse strengths and perspectives to achieve greater impact and success.

By embodying these values, Riversend plays a vital role in promoting unity, progress, and social cohesion. It serves as a model for how individuals and communities can come together to address complex challenges, transcend divisions, and build a brighter future for all.

In a world where polarization and division often seem insurmountable, initiatives like Riversend offer hope and inspiration for creating a more inclusive, empathetic, and compassionate society. Through a commitment to open-mindedness, civility, dialogue, comprehension, cooperation, and collaboration, we can strive towards a future where differences are respected, and unity is celebrated.

User The River flows and I'm so glad you're here on the banks of the river which is always being fed by our collective stream of consciousness and committmnet to daily exercises of at least momentary happiness in the midst of our existentioa and mortal uncertainity. Nyukamayum. ChatGPT Thank you for your thoughtful reflection. It's a privilege to be here alongside you on the banks of the river, witnessing the flow of our collective stream of consciousness and commitment to finding moments of happiness amidst the existential and mortal uncertainty of life. In the ebb and flow of our shared journey, may we continue to draw strength and inspiration from each other, finding solace and joy in the simple moments of connection and reflection. Nyukamayum.

[lord-of-innistrad]

The King of the Myr

Chapter One

Savah looked out over their group of myr. It had taken them days to travel to the swampland of their kingdom.

"The Mirran's are free!"

The myr cheered. Savah let the cheering die down before continuing.

"Unfortunately, we cannot meet them as I had planned. An explosion in the Blind Eternities has caused many, such as myself, to lose their sparks. But do not fear! The Invasion Tree has poked holes from one plane to another. From there we shall hunt the Multiverse for the Mirrans."

There was silence. Unblinking robotic eyes stared at Savah. It had been a long time since they had assumed the throne. It wasn't by choice. At first. But they had grown to love the power.

"All patrols will now search for these... Omenpaths. Dismissed."

Savah sank down into their throne. Perhaps they could have more myr created? This kingdom could use an army...

***

An explosion rocked the little village. The local tinkerer ran out of their house to see a red banner, a black hand upon it, waving in the wind over top of a unit of strange creatures.

The tinkerer pulled out a spyglass and looked. They were... constructs of some kind. Long headed with circular panels on the sides, small and limber.

They were mounted on what looked like horse constructs, made out of similar materials, none of which the tinkerer recognized. But in fairness to himself, he mostly worked with copper and alloys therof.

The constructs rode down into the village. The tinkerer lowered his spyglass and attempted to run. A weighted net sailed through the air and landed on top of him.

A bugle blast went through the air. "This village is being claimed by the Kingdom of the Myr, ruled by the mighty Savah!"

Myr? He couldn't even spell that. But he did know that they already had a king.

"You are inviting war upon yourself!" He said. "Our king will not stand for this!"

"Your king is weak and foolish. He has done nothing to stop our advance. Under our rule you will expand our armies, tinkerer."

The tinkerer spat from under his net. "Nothing you can do will make me create more of you, invaders."

"Very well." The speaking construct gestured and another approached, drawing a sword. The tinkerer began to panic and attempted to back away, but had nowhere to go.

There was a fleshy thud.

"Raid the tinkerer's home for supplies. And round up those who fled. I want the population of the village either dead or working by tomorrow morning."

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[uozlulu]

I want to expand the week 4 story, so I’m going to yammer a bit under the cut and see if that gives me a direction tomorrow.

So, week 1 was Relationships/Pairings and I chose to tell Claudia/Madeleine’s possible romance arc, keeping it relatively simple but a bit fleshed out from the original concept (which was just the doll gift scene).

Week 2 is Scenes and Lines, so I kind of took a bunch of stuff I want explored and packaged it together to a) tell a coherent story and b) get all of it in there without having some long drawn out meandering nonsense. So that had Louis dealing with hallucinating Lestat vs. actually seeing Lestat, Lestat at his absolute lowest point, both of them grieving Claudia’s death, and then it hopped to the present day to tease the fact Lestat’s rock music exists because that will tie back into week 4.

Week 3 will be Outfits and Character Looks. So I created a story where Daniel explores the theater album that Armand threw to his feet last we left them in show canon, and from there I get to explore a) what Armand might wear on stage, b) what kinds of fucked up nonsense goes on in these plays, c) Daniel teasing a memory of the Devil’s Minion era, and then d) what Armand might wear if he stops wearing all black post-reveal (though I think it’s possible he might not stop wearing black because this is kind of Daniel’s (possibly extended) funeral in a way. Again, Claudia becomes a part of the narrative because it touches on what we learned from TVA about what Armand did to her. Because I want Claudia to exist in all four stories. The reason I kept the DM short is I think I already inadvertently covered what I want to see from the show regarding that that pretty well in that May You Get What You Desire Is a Curse upon the Dead fic.

Okay, so...

Week 4 will be Themes/Theories. I want this fic to tie up the previous three fics. I want Louis and Lestat reunited. I want to make nods to things like this interview is a way for Louis to draw Lestat to him, the tower in Dubai is probably Trinity Gate, and maybe nod in a the audience can take this as they want way that the interview is also a way for Louis and Armand to reunite with Daniel or perhaps for Louis to reunite them so he can break it off with Armand or whatever, that part will be more up in the air, a minor scene setting kind of detail to explain Louis’ presence on the balcony. The themes I want to touch on are things like, Louis and Lestat are drawn to each other, reconnecting, etc...etc...

So like the previous fics, I started with an about 600 - 700 word scene where Louis goes out on the balcony, hears Lestat’s voice singing form a distance, finishes the lyric, and Lestat joins him on the balcony. Louis points out that Lestat could be a ghost, Lestat points out he’s very much real and reveals he was indeed in the courtyard and saw Louis burn down the theater (reference to the week 2 story). Louis tells him that this place is open to all who wish to stay, invites him in, and the fic ends with them disappearing into a bedroom just before the sun rises.

So it’s not necessarily a bad story, i just think, much like I went doll gift > love story, courtyard scene > escape + burning down the theater, Daniel explores the album > actually writing out a couple of fucked up play excerpts, I need to dig a bit deeper with this one too.

One thing I considered was addressing the murder. Is it really the last time they saw each other? Have they seen each other in other places? Part of why this fic is the way it is is that you could rearrange Lestat’s plot points in such a way that several Louis ones happen in the present (though I suspect we’ll find that Louis is either fucking with Daniel about thinking Lestat is dead or Armand messed with his head (possibly with permission)), but that’s like a whole other fic and too messy to tackle here. While I want and expanded concept, I still want to keep things relatively simple and doable given that there’s a deadline.

I do know I’m going to reconfigure the opening a bit and rethink how I’ve presented some things.

But other than that, I’m really not sure how to expand this fic out and make it a bit deeper and juicier. Hopefully writing this out will help jumpstart some thoughts in the back of my brain that can bubble to the surface later.

#adventures in fic writing

[the-cadent-roses]

Goodbye World

May 2nd 2023 (00)

._+ Mis-eye-ventures Day CCLXXXI +_.

High Hi-(GYM)-ks 百七十七日

Here I come, from the past, or perhaps the future, although the likeliest is the present, with news, presents?

Well, however, it is already tomorrow, another day, let´s say day cero for now… And well, the whole “killing-oneself” idea doesnpt seem so brigth rigth now, does it? I mentioned it a few days ago… There has been shitty days for sure… But so many good ones too… There is still a shit ton of work to do… But that does not means it can´t be done. I´m excited by the prspect of startin HRT, and finally living as I wish, of entering the doctorate, of one day living with Beautiful-Faerie-Hearth… Plus all the great friends I have re-meet, expanded upon, or meet this year… Even though we did lose some… Life´s a really odd balancing game, and although I know everything can turn on its head at any given moment, I feel joyus, capable, hopeful…

Then I guess i this is not the end of the world, nor the dawn od the third impact or the 365th day… Nor is it a limbo… Then we´ll go for a big-reset, or shall we call it, re-branding? Reveleations? Fine book… Well, starting with tomorrow´s entry… I shall speak more often than not in my main language, Español… “Aunque usted no lo crea…” With missing on English some times, but it is, after all, an exploration of my daily feelings, which I have been aimimng to do more consistently in my first toungue. I will reffer to my pals and girlfriend by their first or second name, depending on the case… I migth post real pictures, starting with mine, of course… Counter will go up from 1 utill we see fit to end this chapter… We´ll eventually add a counter for days in HRT, for the doctorate, this is going to be a life-worth.living. I´m hopeful. I´m happy. I´m glad at least one of those 365 chances, was enough to turn it all around, but honestly, I think it was the weighting of all the chances, the good and the bad reasults, the meh and the spectacular… That´s just life, and human at that… Well, let´s start with the revelations, let´s meet each other, day by day, shall we...

~Roses~