#when i found the 2nd pic i was like 'what in the world is a dunk- WAIIIIT A SECOND!!!!!'

[equallyshaw]

Blindsided, quinn hughes x singer au !

link to one shot:

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@singer: blindsided July 9th, rolling up the welcome mat ep, september 24th.

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@fanone: she just broke instagram

@fantwo: not her ep coming out the day quinn starts training camp lol

@fanthree: damn..he can't even report this because she owns these photos lol

@fanfour: OMG

@fanfive: tour soon?

↳ @singer: check back in september :)

↳ @fanfive: OMG

@fansix: hot damn

@siennascmidt: lova girl aint playing

↳ @singer: kachow

@fanseven: omg she put that paparazzi pics

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(a white heart was singer's and q's thing on socials :))

10 months later.

@singer: thankyou for flying to see me all over the world, watch me on stage (even on facetime), throw random surprise parties for two and surprising me when i need it the most. you've made this tour amazing, and this past year one to remember.

tag: joshthehockeyplayer

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@fanone: this is so cute....im so happy she found somebody to take pictures with 🥺

@fantwo: the fact that she's hardposting after only a year...says a lot about this guy ❤️

↳ @fanone: yes!! I think her and quinn FINALLY posted after their 2nd anniversary when he got drafted to Vancouver.

↳ @fantwo: damn, he seems like a control freak

↳ @fanone: thats all ive heard🥴

@joshthehockeyplayer: everyday is a dream with you, thankful i get to do life with you and watch you do what you love

↳ @singer: love you 🤍

↳ @fanthree: OMG SHE USED THE WHITE HEART

↳ @fanfour: time to melt !!!

↳ @fanfive: white heart is back 🥲

@fansix: sobbing

@fanseven: omg

@siennaschmidt: cutest girl in the world, so happy you are thriving in cali with me!!

↳ @singer: me too gf me too 🤩

@brockboesergf: so happy for you!!

@eliaspetterssonsgf: the smile is back !!!

@dylanlarkinsfiance: so happy for you love

↳ @singer: ❤️

@elblue6: so glad you found him, he seems wonderful!

↳ @singer: thankyou🤍

↳ @faneight: damn I would have never responded to my ex MIL

↳ @singer: if you knew her, you would too❤️

@fannine: damn, he raised the bar so high

@fanten: if he wanted to, he would 😌

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@joshthehockeyplayer: one year being her biggest fan🫶🏻

Tag:singer

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@singer: one year of being your biggest fan too😌🤍

@anzekopitar: gross

↳ @joshthehockeyplayer: ur gross

↳ @singer: ^^^

@drewdoughty: okay okay !

↳ @singer: bahahaha

@kevinfiala: aight aight

↳ @joshthehockeyplayer: woot woot

@fanone: so cute

@fantwo: breaking our hearts gosh dang

@fanthree: the caption 🥺

@alexturcotte: smooth on the ice and mr smooth off the ice

↳ @joshthehockeyplayer: 😇😇

#quinn hughes #quinn hughes x oc #quinn hughes x singer au #quinn hughes blurb #nhl #hockey #nhl blurb #hockey blurb

[thefamousbeatricebook]

My Dream, DREAM cast for ACOTAR. (Part 1.)

A little bit of clarification. I know in the book there are race equivalents to the real world (I think) , but this is just FACE and what I'd imagined each guy to look like becuzz.... well you'll see.

ALSO. I realise not all of these Men are the same person- but they're vibes are LEGIT who I imagined when reading.

FIRST UP, TAMLIN :

(Malcom lindberg)

(Tom Heukels)

(I actually don't know the name of this guy- but if you do~)

TARQUIN💗 (I stopped searching for names unless the pinterest pic had it. I got sick of surfing through images btw) :

(If they don't cast Mukasa kakonge I'm leaving.)

(BITCH. THIS IS TARQUIN. THIS. IS. TARQUIN. STOP LYING. SOMEONE CONTACT S.J.M. THIS WHOLE CAST IS GOING TO BE MODELS. I'M TALKING TEEN WOLF LEVEL OF MODEL CASTING. NO JOKE. MUKASA KAKONGE.)

( @w3tte, "A smile I could fall in love with!)

(This, but with white braids. Like someone contact the casting director, because bitch I FOUND HIM.)

(His hair is always tied up like this, and no one can convince me otherwise. The fan-arts did this to me.)

Helion (In my mind.. he's always looked like one of these two men. Def darker than the 2nd pic though. I always imagined him as Persian, or Arabian- maybe even Spanish or portuguese? I'm not sure if S.J.M did it strictly though.) :

This. This is who he is.

The jawline, the facial hair- the muscles.. spot on. I hope S.J.M really does deliver with that high lord inclusivity.

I know Pedro probably, okay maybe def- wouldn't play Helion. But this is Helion incarnate. I can just see this Man propositioning for a three-way with Azriel, Cassian and Mor, bitch.

Thesan :

(Does he even need introduction? Paing takhon. Thesan's always, always been Asian in my mind. I think it's canon AND accepted too so. )

(At this point. I want him to be RHYS in my imaginary movie with my imaginary dream actoar cast just so he gets more screen time...*In my head)

(uGH. I can't decide. Adarsh Jaikarran.)

( Pratik Shetty. This in golden clothes.

LUCIEN (I'M GOING TO GET DEATH THREATS. YES, THEIR NATIVE AMERICAN. I KNOW, BUT YOU CANNOT TELL ME THAT THIS IS NOT THE FACE OF LUCIEN VANSERRA EVERYBODY- THE SMIRK, THE LIPS, THE EYES>... And would it be so bad to cast a Native american actor as Lucien? or even have Beron be Native American? I don't think it would be. ) :

(Booboo stewart. He's the one I want, oh so badly. I can see this the first time him and Feyre go riding. )

(I'll fight to the grave. Bitch. I will. "If I give you the moon on a string, will you give me a kiss too?")

(This man. Snarling at Tamlin, leaving the doors wide open for Feyre to hear "For a guy with a heart of stone-", YES.)

Okay. So, Mr Stewart is perfect yes. But this is a dream cast, no? and who did I imagine the first time I picked up the book? Who's smirk was I talking about in the disclaimer? A name bitch. That name's Billy wirth.

This. This was, and is, what I imagined Lucien vanserra to always, always be.

Don't tell me you disagree.

Imagine, the mask- the hair. Red and gold. The russet eye. If the Harry potter fan-casts could make Ben barnes, who's almost FIFTY into sirius black...Billy wirth is MY lucien.

I'll be making a second post for who's next, bitches. Part 1.

Wait till I hunt down Azriel's fancast.

#acotar #sarah j maas #tamlin #helion spell cleaver #high lord helion #helion acotar #lucien vanserra #lucien acotar #acotar au #a court of thorns and roses #acosf #tarquin #acotar series #acomaf #acotar headcanons #lucien vanserra acotar #acotar lucien #thesan acotar #tarquin acotar #a court of mist and fury #a court of wings and ruin

[havin-fun-imagining-twd]

Invisible, tugging strings, Pt. 1

When - chronologically after souls stripped bare, which means the Chupacabra episode of Season 2.

What - Daryl is hurt and hallucinating at the bottom of the ridge, while you are at the farm, wondering why you are overcome with really insistent dread that he’s hurt.

Relationships - why do the two of you feel like there’s a string tugging at your chests? (slow burn Daryl x Reader)

Perspective - Him 3rd, You 2nd

Pronouns - they/them neutral

TWs - language, description of pain and injury, and those signature crappy screenshots from the episodes the Slowpoke Series tends to have, and one poor pic from the internet of Patricia

What stories should I read first? - souls stripped bare! A measure of reverence Parts 1 and 2 came before it, but definitely souls stripped bare so you get what went on

Will reading this one take me all day? - no, slowpoke, about 15 minutes :)

Can I check out the Masterlist? - please do! There’s the official one here in purposeful nonlinear publishing, and the purely chronological one here. They both have the same Slowpoke stories, just in a somewhat different order. (Reader Requests are in the official one)

There’d been that damned snake, so the horse reared, and down Daryl went.

His neck should’ve gotten snapped, tell you what. For real, he should’ve broke a few fingers or something on his way slip-sliding down the world’s most painful fucking waterslide that was the rock ridge he’d tumbled down before finally crashing into the water below. Maybe he did break some shit on the way down but just doesn’t notice yet?

Whatever, he’s just grateful Y/N ain’t here with him. Because if they’d fallen too, with the injuries they already got going? The two of them would be in this shit instead of just him, and he has no idea how he’d be able to get Y/N out of it. He can’t even get his own damn self out of it.

All his lazy-ass has gotta do is just—fucking—ow! He can’t seem to get any higher, come on! He’s halfway!

It’s because the bolt notched in the top of his crossbow decided to move out and notch its damn self in his left side while he was busy careening his way down the goddamned ridge. Least he was able to fish out his crossbow from the pool at the bottom. And most importantly, he has the doll.

He found her doll! Yeah, that’s right, the one that little Hispanic girl—sorry, ‘Lila’ or ‘Liza’—the doll she gave to Sophia.

He’s seen it from the top of the ridge and was trying to figure out a way down, was walking the horse along the top to find the best spot to climb, when bam. There was a rattler, it scared the poor nag, she fucked off to who-knows all while Daryl crash-banged his way down the slope in record time.

And now, he can’t get any higher. ’Cause he’s a damned pussy.

Son of a bitch, and even now, he’s glad Y/N isn’t here to hear him call himself a ‘pussy’ because they wouldn’t like that shit. At least that invisible string that felt like it was tied to Y/N, whatever the hell that was, either snapped on his way down or he can’t feel it as much right now because everything else hurts so damned much.

Okay, Darylina, all you need to do is buck up and prove your balls dropped and get your ass up the rest of the way and get back to the farm.

He groans in pain and wills his nausea to go down.

“Oh, come on. You’ve done half. Stop bein’ such a pussy,” is his version of a pep talk, and with one final “Come on,” he uses all his strength to lunge himself up closer!

Yes!

Only — it’s the dizzy part he isn’t expecting, along with the way everything in his stomach lurches up, and the way the soil is far too loose and he can’t find a decent grip. Panting to help curb him from upchucking right then and there, he feels himself fail to find a root or branch to grasp.

Next thing he knows, his world is spinning again.

There’s a snapping sound, a searing pain in his side that spreads everywhere, and before he can think, his breath is gone an—

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You

Daryl is hurt just jumped into your mind again and you have no idea why.

He’s gone out on his own before, why are you filled with dread all the sudden? Whatever happened late this morning to you two is really throwing you for a loop.

This morning, you don’t know, but after all happened with him, you feel like you’re welded together. You know it sounds weird.

Still, you do not like that he’s not here, that he’s alone. You know the feeling will ease, but it really sucks right now and you’re really not liking how that sudden dread just appeared in your brain, and loudly, way more loudly than when it happened the first time, like 30ish minutes ago? And the invisible string is still tugging away.

Maybe it’s just the caffeine crash after the espresso incident early this morning. That, combined with latent worries about the blood transfusion and how thoroughly exhausting today was. How the past few days have been…

“Carl, baby, how do you feel?” you ask to distract yourself.

“Creeped out that blood is going into my arm.”

Lori kisses her boy’s hand and shares a quiet laugh with Patricia. Rick cracks up, Hershel smiles politely from his chair.

“Does your back hurt or do you feel itchy? Cold?” Those are the things Patricia said to be on-alert for.

“Nope.”

“Are you out of breath?” Heck, you’re out a breath…

“Y/N, you’re making me nervous.”

Okay, fair, you need to get out of this room, you feel like you can’t breathe enough.

You stick your tongue out just in case Carl notices there’s something off with you (that punk notices almost everything). “Doct—Mr. Greene, would you like me to get more sweet tea?” you check, hoping you seem normal.

Genuine concern for him aside, it can’t hurt to be extra polite after Jimmy went on the search with Glenn today without consulting Hershel or being clear with his mother about it, turns out. And how Daryl…stole a horse.

Mr. Greene nods from the chair he hasn’t left since donating a pint of blood about 40 minutes ago. “I wouldn’t mind, in fact. Thank you.”

Slightly unbalanced from having your injured arm slung and tied to your side, you take his glass from the crocheted coaster with your free hand. Once in the hallway, you close the door behind you and start to hyperventilate. You aren’t really aware of walking there, but you end up at the kitchen counter pouring tea into the glass while tears pour from your eyes and you gulp down air.

Your hair’s still wet from the shower, so riddle you why it feel like it’s 105º in this place? What the hell is going on, dude? Why are you panicking over Daryl, he’s fine, he’s always fine! Just say a prayer and get on with it, you got shit to do.

Wipe, sniff, swallow. Okay.

With a final wipe for good measure, all you need to do is poke your head back in and put the filled glass on the counter. You’ll be nearby to help if anything happens to Carl or Hershel. Nothing should, but you never know.

After delivering the iced tea, you begin to make your way to the porch—but then pause, because don’t want Shane seeing you right now. Every heaving inhale makes your sore stitches burn and your shoulder/chest injury pinch, but you can’t seem to stop! This isn’t cool, this really isn’t cool.

There’s a side-door in the kitchen, you’ll use that. You need air.

two hours ago

“Sweetie, what happened to you two?”

“I don’t know.”

You couldn’t and still can’t shake off the feeling you’d gotten a glimpse into Daryl’s very soul. You didn’t want to take your eyes off him as he ran to—you weren’t sure, but probably to the stables.

There was a tugging in your chest as you watched him hurry away. You didn’t want him to go far.

You didn’t want him to go, period. It felt wrong that he was alone, that you weren’t going with him.

Carol asking you “What do you mean?” got interrupted when Maggie called from inside the house, “Y/N?” and ran out to the porch where Carol was escorting you in.

“Hey,” you panted, finally dragging your eyes from Daryl and looking at her frown. Her coloring matched her last name as she stared at the bloodstained part of your shirt.

“Did one of the infected people do that, Y/N?”

“No, it’s the stitches. Don’t tell your daddy? He already thinks I’m an idiot,” you asked, nervous.

Letting out an exhale and nodding, she said, “I’ll get Patricia,” before jogging back inside.

“This is why I changed my shirt before comin’ back, didn’t want no fuss,” you muttered to Carol.

She was crying softly as she continued to guide you inside. “Well, it looks like you bled through it.”

“Shane and Rick ain’t come back yet, right?”

“Not yet.”

“Good,” was all you could respond to that. You were in too much pain to be in any patient mood.

One, Shane not being back meant he and Rick might have come back with Sophia in tow, and two, it meant that you could get cleaned up before your brother saw what a mess you’d made of yourself.

If he saw you like this, he’d get angry, use it as proof about how you all shouldn’t be out there, then would go off about how there’s no point in searching anymore because statistics say that the little girl’s dead.

And you didn’t like how you were tiptoeing around him. That in itself was a red flag, he’s better than that, and yet…

 A final, exhausted glance to see if you could still see Daryl, and Patricia was there as you and Carol entered the farmhouse. “Come into this room to your left, let see what the damage is,” she directed, kit in hand.

“I’m sorry, Miss Patricia,” you whispered.

Carol took your backpack off carefully and murmured that she’d wash your bloodied shirt(s) and grab you fresh clothes from the line. Patricia has her take off your soiled top right then and there, Carol also takes Dale’s watch off you to return.

It was only Patricia in there, so it was okay, you didn’t feel too exposed without a shirt.

She sanitized the area and snipped the sutures. You did need new ones. They hadn’t popped, but the skin around them tore and pulled and bruised.

That her now-dead husband was the one to so expertly do the original ones hurt more than the actual physical pain, believe it or not. Maybe you were feeling too much elsewhere or simply felt too drained and numb from earlier to have that strong a reaction to more?

“Sweet pea, you didn’t do anythin’ wrong. Ain’t no need to apologize,” you heard her tell you. “Otis wouldn’t want you to be.”

There was a brief pause in the suturing process because you broke into a cold sweat and she worried you were about to get sick. “Once we’re finished, I’m going have you head upstairs to take a nice, warm shower again. There’s plenty of fuel left in the generator. Don’t worry, we won’t be shy about sending y’all out for more when the time comes.” She handed you the small emesis basin for you to hold with your good side, and continued.

Halfway into resuming the stitches you ended up needing to use it. As you did, Patricia made motherly shushing noises and cooed how it was okay, then took away the container and put it on the tiny shelf near the door.

You like how she talks, she’s twangy like you are.

“Alright, what happened to you out there, Y/N? Didn’t you go searchin’ with the, uh, Dixon—Merle Dixon from the prescription bottle—his younger brother? I heard the bike drive back.”

“We had a rough morning.” You stifle a sigh in relief and pain in as you felt her make the final suture. The snip of the scissors cutting the excess surgical thread was music to your ears. “Daryl d-drove me back ’cause I hurt too much.”

Daryl. Just the thought of him out there, alone, made your chest tug again and a lump grow in your throat. And you really hoped nobody noticed that he most likely stole a horse 10 minutes before.

“How’d it happen?” she pressed. Finished cleaning up what she used for the stitches, she stood to check your shoulder. “You weren’t like this this morning, Y/N, this mornin’ you were the energizer bunny.”

The front door opened, and a knock came on the door of the room you were in. “It’s me,” Carol spoke from outside.

“Come on in.”

She opened the door and slipped inside, carrying a complete change of clothes for you, and promptly moved to take away the container you’d just vomited in.

“No, Carol, leave that, I can do it. I just need my shirt on.” Having so much skin exposed isn’t your usual.

Granted, that’s when Patricia requested, “Let me get a look at your range of motion and all that first before puttin’ a shirt back on, it’s easier when I can press against the skin directly.”

“It’s nothing I haven’t taken care of before, Y/N,” Carol softly reminded you, and took the container away.

To be polite, you asked Patricia to grab the hand sanitizer from your backpack before she did her thing. Smelly underarms are caused by bacteria and sweat; you knew you’d gotten sweaty. You already felt so humiliated and raw, you didn’t have a damn shirt on, you just threw up in front of her, you were crying; smelling less offensive was something over which you still had some control.

Patricia then started to do similar movements to what Mr. Greene did last night. Everything ached worse than yesterday, so much worse.

“Now, how’d this happen? It weren’t this bad before, certainly not this morning.”

“I overdid it,” you mumbled.

“I’ll say.”

The pictures of the family you’d just buried started to pop up in your mind. The image of them in their grave, that big blanket over them, popped up, too, as did the sensation of carrying them in your arms to get them there. The tears fell harder. “I-I had to.”

“Sweet pea, I’m sure you had a very good reason,” the woman soothed.

Really, if you had a dollar for every time you’ve cried in the past four days (not that you could do much with it, but), you’d probably have a $50 bill.

The door opened a second time.

You were grateful it was just Carol again, not Hershel or Shane. She brought you a small glass of sweet tea, which you held in your free hand but didn’t drink.

“Y/N, I wanna make sure that Daryl didn’t hurt you or try to.” Patricia was blunt.

You weren’t offended on his behalf; that she asked meant she was concerned and wanted you safe. “The opposite, ma’am,” you responded softly.

“Hm?”

“He picked me up and carried me when I couldn’t get myself up.” You tried a sip of tea to help swallow back more tears. It was very sweet tea, you gagged at first. “He dug when I couldn’t no more.” A sob worked its way up as you coughed out “God, I r-really wish he weren’t all alone out there right now.”

Carol took the mostly full cup from you and placed it on the dresser, while Patricia’s hands slowed where she was examining you. “Why’d y’all dig?” she asked.

You slumped where you sat. “The family who’d boarded up their house, the ones from Mexico?”

“The Bardales?”

Your lips wobbled and you could only nod to tell her yes, that was them, then shake your head back and forth to try and relay what happened to them.

She understood. “All of them?” she whispered.

“Th-there’d been a break in, and they’d,” you had to wait until your voice stopped shaking, “they all caught the fever, besides.”

That’s when her hands stopped and you could feel her go rigid. “Was they dead or infected?”

You had no idea what she meant and were too tired to get clarification. “Both.”

“Patricia, I’m going to get you a glass, too,” Carol murmured, and stepped out.

You and the woman sat in silence. When you tried to put your shirt back on, she put a hand on your arm to stop you.

Carol came back and handed Patricia the glass filled with iced tea.

“How did you know they was infected if they was dead?” she finally voiced.

You looked to Carol because you didn’t know what to say or what Patricia meant. She returned your concerned expression and spoke up. “I think she’s asking, um…in what way you found the family.”

Patricia nodded.

“Turned.”

And the words “Infected doesn’t mean they were dead,” cursed from Patricia’s mouth in a tone of voice you’d never heard her use before.

Talk about feeling humiliated and naked and having your soul bared, you literally did not have a shirt on.

“That is what infected means,” Carol disagreed out loud, to your surprise.

Patricia countered, angry and quiet. “Infected means sick.”

But Carol remained gentle and even. “I know it hurts when you’ve lost a loved one to it, but there’s no cure because the person dies first.” She looks down and shrugged in her shy, unsure way. “That’s the one thing we can’t cure.”

“But they come back, we see it.”

“Not alive,” you were able to verbalize as your stress stutter decided to make an appearance. “Not even the CDC c-could fix it. All they found was that infected people die, and the virus takes over.”

“They ain’t found a cure yet,” the woman spat. “A lot of things can look like dyin’, the heart rate can slow—”

“—They die and you know it. What we see walkin’, it-it-it’s just their bodies, ma’am, just the basest part of the brain. The soul is,” there you went swallowing back another sob and failing, “gone because they died and are still dead.”

“We were there, Patricia,” Carol spoke up again. “At the CDC, we talked to the only man still there, we saw proof. There’s nothing left.”

“Don’t lie to me in my own home,” she warned her.

“Don’t insult guests in your own home,” you hissed back, furious that she’d accuse Carol of lying. You clenched your teeth, held back your groan as you stood, wiped the hot tears from your cheeks with your good arm, and tried to put on your shirt so you could walk out with Carol—who stopped you.

She hadn’t lost an ounce of her gentleness yet. “Y/N, don’t get angry. This family hasn’t seen what we have.”

“Well, w-we seen one who’s head got sliced off and it still tried bitin’, but they still think we’re stupid, heartless murderers for laying their bodies to rest!”

“Look what they’ve done for us.” Carol gestured to your stitches. “Look at what they’re doing to help us, what they’ve already done.” She then gestured outside to your group’s campsite, then toward where Carl’s room is.

You still fully expected to get thrown out, but Patricia sat there, lost in thought. She inclined her head to where you’d been sitting by way of inviting you to stay. You remained by the door anyway, you felt too absolutely-fucking-like-garbage to have sat down then.

“You saw one with their head cut off still tryin’ to attack?” the woman then asked, staring at nothing with her brows drawn close. “Wasn’t no nerve reflex, or, or…” she trailed off.

“They’ll keep attacking unless their brain is damaged,” Carol replied. “That’s where the virus, um—you know.” Her eyes turned wet again and she bowed her head as tears of her own fell on her lap.

After more silence, you whispered to Carol for help getting your shirt on. “I just want to lie down before Mr. Greene expects me.”

“No, sweet pea, come back. I wanna help you get some range of motion back, come on.” Patricia, who apparently could hear your whisper just fine, waved you over and patted the spot on the bed. “I’m sorry. Thank you for sharin’ with me. There’s some…things I’ll need to think more on, discuss.” To herself, she muttered, “I need to, I need to talk to Hersh about this.” She next locked eyes with the two of you. “But until then, any walkers you find on our property, tell us. Don’t do nothing, just tell us first.” Then, she pointed to you and made an apologetic smile. “And here,” she held out the mini tissue box from the far end-table. “You need one awful bad.”

The mood in the room improved. She gave an extremely thorough, long massage to your neck, shoulder, and arm muscle on your bad side. Homegirl must weight lift or something, because she gave you back so much range of motion that you created a false memory of having taken painkillers.

“You didn’t give me anythin’, Miss Patricia?”

“No, but I will before you head upstairs to shower off, maybe antibiotics, too, but let’s wait and see if you develop an infection first. Oh, and you’ll need a waterproof bandage, let me find one in here.” She rummaged around her kit, found one, and handed it to you. “Take it off the site once you towel dry.”

now

Daryl is hurt. He’s alone and hurt!

Use the walkie, brainless.

Those words snap into your (brain?) where you’re hyperventilating against the brick chimney in the back of the farmhouse. Carol has the pink one, Glenn has the yellow one; all you need to do is find one of them.

It crosses your mind that he might would’ve radioed if he was hurt.

Which in the next moment, flips into the idea that what if he’s too hurt to even use it?

Which then quickly devolves into wondering why you’re being such a dramatic idiot. He probably doesn’t even remember he has it, it’s probably turned off, and he would be too proud to use it, anyway…

…who cares, you still need to try, you need to know if your friend is safe.

You push off the wall you were leaning into and — ohh whoa.

What is — oh no, you remember this feeling.

You waver where you stand, then turn to press your forehead against the cool, rough bricks. Shoot, how are you gonna get out of this, how are you gonna get back inside?

Your body flushes with heat, your stomach turns cold, and a sensation in between pain and panic burns your chest and lungs as you try to catch your breath; you’re about to pass out for the dumb-ass mistake of not drinking enough fluids. Shittttt, why didn’t you drink that glass of tea, in the least?

“Y/N?”

Rick. That’s Rick’s voice.

“Ricky,” you slur, “don’t freak and don’t tell Shane, but I need f-faint for sec…”

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Him

“Daryl, why aren’t you usin’ that walkie? This was the whole point of them, mangy hick!”

Y/N.

Y/N?

He tries to open his eyes. Did they get stitched up and have enough to drink? Is their shoulder okay? They probably have a sling again, he’d bet money on it.

“It’s okay, man, leave your eyes closed. I know you’re exhausted.” A nudge. “M’sorry, I should oughtn’tve chided you about the walkie.”

No, he wants to open his eyes, he wants to see Y/N! Everything hurts so fucking much but their voice makes him feel safer. The tugging in his chest is back full-force — Y/N is here!

“Dude, I ain’t really here, you know that.”

What? He tries to pry his damn eyes open so he can see them, he needs to see their face.

“But you do know that you’re gonna need to get up soon. Find the walkie if you can, call for help, okay? Please.” He feels their hand lightly touch his wrist. “I’m worried about you, so is Carol.” Their voice sounds like they’re smiling now. “And our Carl’s gonna want to see the doll you found. Daryl, you found her doll!” A giggle. “And you know I’m gonna wanna tease you about how you’ve ripped the sleeves off yet another of your poor shirts.”

He finally got his eyes open and saw…a blur. Green. Leaves, branches.

Y/N.  

Ugh, fuck, opening his eyes made his head hurt, though. “I can’t believe you were right about the damned walkie talkies,” he grumbles, cracking up as best he could but fuck, it hurt.

A strange static noise comes from his left. Is that the…that’s the walkie, isn’t it?

Y/N makes a face. “At least it’s nearby. I’m glad. It sounds funny, though, might could’ve gotten broken on the fall down. Maybe waterlogged.”

“I wish you were really here.” Hell, if they’re all in his head, he can be as big a pussy as he wants.

Their smile fades. As they trace their fingertips along his hairline, he could swear it felt real. “Daryl, you need to get up. I know how bad it hurts, and I’m so sorry you’re alone right now, but you need to get up. Please.”

He tries to lift his head. Pain and spinning and nausea.

So he tries to twist to his side instead and is met with more pain, that damn bolt is still lodged in there. Shit, he feels like he’s gonna hurl. “Y/N. I don’t think I can,” he admits, unable to hold back a groan.

“Quarter.”

He would have snorted, but it would make the pain worse. “Fuckin’ serious, I d-don’t—I don’t think I can—” Great, he’s starting to cry, which is making everything hurt worse because his breathing gets faster. “I don’t think I can, Y/N.”

“Bullshit. You can and you will. Now, honey — turn your head, you’re gonna get sick.”

Sure enough, he feels his mouth water, his stomach lurch, and there it comes.

Their cooing reaches his ears, just like earlier today when he was bugging out over some dirt.

It was only a second, and he was done. He turned his head back and rested it against the rock or whatever it was he was laying on. Just so damned tired…

“No. Daryl, you can’t do that, not now.” They sounded firm but still so gentle at the same time. “I-I think you need to get that thing out — I get leavin’ it in until you make it to help is the usual way of things, but it’s gonna do worse damage with it in there ’cause of where it is. You’ll be able to stop the bleedin’ better once it’s out.” They look him in the eyes again. “Do what you need to do to get yourself home to us.”

“Back there ain’t ‘home.’”

They huff. “Not with that attitude, it ain’t.”

He can’t help but smile. That’s how Y/N would’ve reacted, no damn doubt.

“Yeah, yeah, you’re not so bad at this imaginary stuff,” they tease him. “Maybe you should imagine yourself a chupacabra, encourage you to move.”

When he wills himself to open his eyes again, hoping to see them smiling, they aren’t. Instead, they look like they got the wind knocked out of them. They’re sweaty, drained, like they’d been when he’d left them back at the farm.

“This is goin’ to be rough as hell and it’s gonna hurt like it, too. But ain’t that just like so much other shit you been through? Now, you listen good,” and their finger pressed against his chest right where the tether between them was. “Don’t die, don’t get bit. I told you that as you left, Daryl. But if you don’t get up and get that thing out of your side so you can wrap it tight and come home, you are gonna die. Even if there weren’t dead people walkin’ and making things ten times more dangerous.”

How was it that he was strong enough to dig and carry and do so much just a few hours ago, and now he can’t manage turning onto his side or lifting his head? Even talking hurts right now.

“Just—Y/N, how do I get up?” he groans and winces, trying and failing again to sit upright even a little. “Why am I bein’ such a pussy that I can’t I get past this part?”

After grimacing, then mumbling for him to not use that word that way, they point behind themselves with their thumb. “I think he’s gonna have to help you with that part. I wish it could be me, but you know. Stitches and shoulder.”

“‘He?’” he repeats.

“As lost as you’ve felt without him—when he bullies you, if-if you can’t stand up for yourself, please try not to believe the lies, okay? Cruel don’t mean true, a lot of the time it’s the opposite.

He looks again to try to see who was there. Didn’t see nobody.

Y/N included. They were gone.

Upset to be alone again, and zapped from trying to lift his head and strain to see who was there, he lowers his head back down and rests his eyes.

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You

“He probably doesn’t even have it on. Asshole.”

“You’re like, really upset, Y/N.”

“I guess!”

Glenn rolls his eyes. “What happened to you guys today, why are you like this? And with a sling again? And you literally fainted, Rick said?”

He’d been trying to recover an escaped chicken when he noticed Rick sitting with you on the ground, against the chimney out back while you glugged down a glass of sweet tea and a bottle of water.

“We j-just,” you don’t know how to describe it, “it was heavy, a-and I just want him back safe at home, is all. With Sophia.” You make one last attempt to contact him, lightly blowing into the walkie’s mic… before finally giving in and whispering “Daryl, please answer!” After a few moments in expectant silence that proves fruitless, you slide the walkie back into Glenn’s pocket and reach with your usable arm to pat the successfully-caught chicken he’s got snuggled in his arms like a football.

You lean back against the brick chimney and picture a teapot being taken off the burner. “And I passed out for only a mite, nothin’ exciting. Didn’t hydrate enough.”

Glenn nudges you gently with his tennis shoe. “Day’s not over yet. He’ll be back when the sun goes down.”

You inhale deeply, exhale slowly. “You’re right.”

“Tell me about earlier?”

You shake your head. “Later. Now, um, n-now’s not good.”

“Okay.” Glenn nods and looks down. “Sorry it was a bad day.”

“Maybe Sophia will come home and it’ll be a good one,” you mumble, not really believing it but wishing you did. “But we are pettin’ a chicken, so it can’t be all bad. Tell me about your day before I head back in?”

“I…tried talking to Maggie this morning. I don’t know what I was trying to do.” He rubs his face. “I brought the guitar we found on the highway over to the porch, and, I don’t know, was hoping she knew how to play so she could teach me, or something?”

Oh my. “You walked up to somebody’s front porch with an instrument you can’t play in the hopes she knew how?”

He gets red in his cheeks, forehead, and ears.

Good Moses, your face is warming on his behalf, too. “Glenn, is that where you were while we were goin’ over the day’s plans?”

“It gets better. I tried to act all tough, too.”

“You are tough, though.”

He mutters a quiet “thank you,” then stops stroking the hen in order to scratch his neck. “But, like, I tried to act all confident.”

“Confidence ain’t a bad thing,” you offer, albeit 100% out of your depth. You can offer objective advice only, not really anything from experience.

“Cockiness is, though…”

“Oh no.” Glenn acting cocky? That ain’t kosher. Maybe he’s misreading his own actions? “At least you tried? You weren’t rude or pushy or nothing, right?”

“I don’t think so? I wouldn’t want to be.”

“Did you say anythin’ that if somebody said it to you, you’d feel unsafe?”

“Ew, no.”

“Good.” You have to rub your chest for a moment to get rid of the tugging. Leave it to you to dramatize a caffeine crash and dehydration as a sign from heaven that something bad happened to Daryl. “I’m gonna head back in, Hershel donated a pint to Carl. Best make sure both are doin’ well.”

“He what? Shoot, let me find Jimmy, I’ll do more stuff around here to help out.” He helps you stand. “And hey, if Hershel brings it up—dude, I had no idea that all Jimmy’d told his mom was that he was ‘gonna help’ us, and that he didn’t end up asking Hershel.”

“That was way more on Jimmy than on you and the rest of us. You kept him safe out there, that’s gotta count in our favor.”

“Except Daryl stealing a horse is definitely not in our favor.”

You sigh and feel that strange tugging again. “We’ll make it up to them.”

................................................

Him

It felt so much better to keep his eyes closed, but someone’s standing over him now. Must be whoever Y/N said would help him get up.

What was that they said about ‘missing’ and ‘bully?’

He strains to get his eyes open so he can see whoever is above him.

His eyelids feel so damned heavy, man, he just wants to close them again.

All he can see is the green of the treetops at first.

The outline of a person’s head come into view once his vision stops being blurry.

Then it clears.

A smile finds its way to the corners of his mouth. He’s missed him. Felt so lost and out of place without him. His own blood.

“Why don’t you pull that arrow out, dummy? You could bind your wound better.”

Yeah, that was him alright. He’s missed him so much. 

“Merle.”

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[jessicalprice]

i am emily kaldwin, the most considerate sociopath

(reposted from Twitter) 

Okay, so can we take a moment to acknowledge that MAYBE the reason the world of Dishonored 2 is so fucked up is because they spend all day looking at the incredibly fucked up art on their walls?

Like, here in the parlor we have this quaint sepia-toned memento of the time that Grandpa and all his friends got eaten by a giant squid:

And what art do we keep in the bedroom, you ask? Perhaps a nice soothing floral? Nah, it's the time we encountered a naked yeti or some shit in the forest:

And in this cozy sitting room we have art about getting lost in a hell dimension.

And here in this fine palace we have 

I dunno 

the mothman I guess:

(These details are a big reason I love this game.)

If you don't want to read the news while you're in the W.C., you can gaze on this...

this 

I dunno, maybe this is Dishonored 2 firemen? maybe this is their equivalent of a swimsuit calendar? who knows

Pretty sure I magicked up onto this very ledge like 2 minutes ago--this is their equivalent of those overly flowery hometown pride pics of your local downtown:

Why have an oil painting of some renaissance dude in a ruff when you can have one of an out-of-work mime staring adoringly at a mosquito:

YAY OUR FAIR NOT AT ALL DYSTOPIAN CITY like I think this was from the tourist bureau:

I mean, sure:

You know, having a very normal breakfast next to The Hole:

some people have pictures of tropical birds or wild horses or their pets 

some people have nightmarefish 

here in dishonoredland we only have nightmarefish

takes all kinds to make a world

but I mean all the mirrors look into the abyss instead of showing your reflection so

our fair city pt 2

another thing they like to do with their art is hang paintings of the EXACT ROOM YOU'RE IN, except with no people in it

ok I actually legit want this one

that time when the Flying Dutchman docked here

we do love our undead captains of industry

we are certainly, absolutely, very normal sailors, and not at all The Damned, cursed to rove these wretched seas until we find new souls to take our places

Okay but real talk time:

The name of the game in this, er, game named Dishonored 2 is BODY MANAGEMENT, folks. 

After you take someone out, you gotta hide the body or guards come and also you stress out your citizenry and you're the empress (on the lam) so that's irresponsible of you. Their wellbeing is your responsibility.

And you pretty much have to at least choke everyone out so they don't see you and attack you and also for peace and quiet because if the citizens see you carrying the guards' bodies they start screaming.

The citizens are WAY HAPPIER if they're unconscious.

So you gotta choke them out but like there's all this shit that wants to eat them: bloodflies, rats, probably other people, idk.

So you have to put them somewhere safe once they're unconscious, which usually means up high--

oh btw this game was made by cats, the floor is lava, never walk on the floor when you can climb on shit, you'll die

--so anyway, you've got all these people you've knocked out and you have to put them somewhere safe and it's tidier if you put them all in the same place, also you don't want other people seeing them because seeing bodies stresses your subjects out.

So step one is you gotta find a place to put the unconscious bodies up high and out of sight.

So I found this weird 2nd floor dentist's office with no stairs or anything so the only way you can get up there is by magic, so when they wake up they'll feel safe:

I am such a good empress 

they love me

There are even these bloodfly zombie people called Nest Keepers who are basically walking plague machines but I knocked that guy out too instead of killing him because I am merciful. But the bloodflies killed all these people in that house so there were a ton of bodies that I had to put somewhere.

I mean, no one was going to see them because the house was condemned, but it wasn't tidy.

So I needed to get them out of the house but running all the way down the stairs to carry them one-by-one was a lot of work so I just threw them out the window

and then I heard screaming 

so I guess some people saw them

probably should have choked those people out first, don't want them stressed.

But anyway I tidied up that house (body-wise, anyway--I feel the need to smash everything that's smashable when I leave a place so if I come back I remember that I looted it--but you have to be careful bc sometimes if you smash things near an unconscious person it kills them and you’re their empress and responsible for them so you don’t want that).

So then I went outside and decided to get down to business, putting away the bodies.

But then I found the Nest Keeper and he was dead, so I guess when the normal non-zombie people saw him they freaked out and killed him?

Anyway, so I was luring guards over and choking them out and putting them in the dentist's office so they'd be safe and then I saw this and was like OH SHIT WHAT HAPPENED HERE:

And then I realized those were the dead bodies I'd chucked out of the bloodfly house and maaaaaybe the guard got hit with a dead body and died.

I feel kind of bad.

But anyway, moving on, step 2 is you gotta find a place to put the DEAD bodies because you don't want your citizens seeing them and getting upset, and also it's not very tidy to leave them lying around your city, that's how you get ants.

So I found a very convenient tidy dumpster for the dead bodies:

I felt sorta sad when I put the nest keeper in there.  

sorry, my dude, people can be jerks 

I should have put him in the dentist's office first

or shit maybe it was throwing him out of the window that did him in, but once they're unconscious they're usually pretty bouncy. Like babies.

And I really thought the guard was dead from being hit with dead bodies but as it turned out they'd somehow just knocked him out and I didn't even have to chloroform him or choke him out.

To the dentist's office!

I was carrying this other guard and a guard came at me so I sorta had to chuck the unconscious dude at him which somehow killed them both and I was sad. 

The physics here are a little odd.

Okay and the guards had hanged a bunch of people which, fine, I guess, but the game WILL NOT let you cut the bodies down and it's bothering me because they really need to be taken to Body Stash #2.

This is very untidy.

So anyway, when you smash most things they disappear, so I spent a while cleaning up the city getting rid of all these unwashed dishes and putting all these bodies away.

It's much tidier now, and quiet with everyone unconscious.

No one wants to play video games with me 

which is fine, I guess  

not after Skyrim and my collecting all the brooms and buckets and putting them in the Janitor Closet House

#dishonored 2 #emily kaldwin #jessica plays video games #arkane games #in prey they had those spheres that disintegrated everything in a room #my space station was so tidy #cleaning #minimalism #art #video game art #mothman

[byler-4-life]

Okay I did it, lol. I spent way too much time on this, don't let it flop. Here's the evidence I could find both for against the Will's Birthday theory. Apologies for the length.

Simplest Explanation first.

THE DUFFERS AND EVERY SINGLE WRITER, CREW, AND CAST MEMBER FORGOT WILL'S BIRTHDAY:

The evidence for this point of view is pretty straightforward. First, the Duffers themselves, in two separate interviews, one in a article and another that was a sit-down video interview, said they simply forgot. They apologized profusely to fans, and to the character of Will Byers himself. In the second interview, they mentioned that they had received a master document of all important dates from a super-fan, so this wouldn't happen again. They confirmed they were likely going to go back and change the birthday to May 22nd, though...they haven't done so as of yet.

Secondly, it's pretty farfetched that every in-universe character completely and totally forgot Will's birthday. Even if they did have other shit they were dealing with. But really. You think Joyce is forgetting Will's birthday? Or Jonathan? Mike, maybe, for reasons I'll get into later. But still probably not. There's just not an explanation that makes sense to me, which is why I still kind of believe it was the Duffers mistake. However...

THE DUFFERS ARE LYING AND HAVE DROPPED EASTER EGGS THROUGHOUT THE SHOW AND OTHER PLACES TO HINT AT THIS:

Okay, so there's more in terms of sheer number of evidence for this, but it's not all compelling. There's not a definitive smoking gun. Just a bunch of small things, that might add up into something bigger.

So first under this is...what are the chances this was an accident? Like that's extremely bad luck for this day to be chosen by happenstance. 1 out of 365 days? That's 0.27%. Not even a full percentage point.

Next is...there's not a lot of dates to keep track of in Stranger Things. You're telling me that a whole room of writers, both of the Duffers, Shawn Levy, and the entire cast didn't remember this particular one? Possible I guess, but man. For a show that stresses the details like this one, it would be very disappointing.

So, I mentioned the interviews up top. This was from the first interview they did, when they were initially asked about it back on June 2nd:

RD and MD stand for Ross Duffer and Matt Duffer, and EXCUSE ME? "How do you want to respond to this?" I found this really curious, because if you forgot the birthday as the creators, isn't there only really one way to respond to this? That's a little suspicious. Was he asking Matt if they should reveal it is a plot point or not?

Next, we have two instances where forgetting Will's birthday has apparently already been a problem in the past, so would they really forget it again?

First we have this tweet from 2020, where someone on Twitter called out the Stranger Things Writers account for not acknowledging Will's birthday which had just passed in the real world:

You can see this is dated March 24, two days after Will's birthday. The D&D line was obviously related to Season 3 where Will wanted to play and no one else did. But the fact that they acknowledged a birthday being forgotten, and it just happened to be Will's, well...

Next instance is from the in-show universe. Creds to @beaulesbian for this post. Below we can see what looks to be some sort of card hung up in Will's room saying "forgot your birthday". It is present in S1 (first pic) and S2 (second pic):

The card appears to be cartoonish/juvenile, maybe coming from another member of the Party. As you can see, this is adding up to a lot of coincidences around Will's birthday being forgotten, both in and outside of the show. But wait, there's more!

We have two examples of dialogue from Season 4 having to do with forgotten birthdays in general. First is Murray, trying to get Joyce out of the motel so they're not late to meet the Russian smuggler:

Then we have Mike's convo with Suzie, trying to convince her they're trying to win a video game system for Dustin's birthday:

The interesting thing here is that you can see the puzzled look on Mike's face as he trails off, clearly not knowing what Dustin's birthday is off the top of his head. This correlates with the "I forgot your birthday" card referenced above. Maybe Mike is really bad with birthdays?

So that's it. If you believe the second set of evidence, you just have to convince yourself that Joyce was so shook about Hopper being alive, Jonathan was perma-stoned/so worried about his relationship with Nancy/college decisions, and Mike was so busy pretending to be straight being caught up with El, that they all forgot about Will's birthday.

If you made it this far, thanks, and let me know what side you're coming down on.

#byler #i spent far too long on what probably is just a continuity mistake lmao #slowly going insane #birthdaygate

[marcelwasp]

I want to share the story of gillbert with the world

This is gillbert he is a fish pillow I don't know what he is if he even is supposed to be remotely based on a real fish

I love him dearly

Now you are probably wondering what makes him so special (apart from is good looks ofcourse)

Well about over a year and a half ago when I was walking home from school I found him there just sitting in the dirt at the side of the road, abandoned left there to rot by some ungrateful owner

It was raining lightly when I found him at first I didn't really know what to do so I just looked at him for a bit and continued to walk home

But as I walked I felt like I needed him

I was almost home by this time but I ran back to where I found him to see if he was still there

And he was

The rain started to pick up a bit so I coverd him with my hoodie as I walked home for the 2nd time, his stuffing was wet and clumpy but there was no damage to the outside

I got home and lay him on the table for a minute to just look at him

(This part isn't important to the story but I sent the pic of him to a friend who thought it was a real fish and that it was going to kill me and it was funny because it took him 5 minutes to notice the tag)

He sat there for a bit as I thought about what to do with him before I put him in the washing basket

He was dirty and needed to be cleaned

About an hour or so layer he was clean and hung up to dry

I restuffed him with the polyfill from old plushies I had breathing new life into him, I didn't want to use old plushies but I had no polyfill and they were bootleg, and I needed to restuff him because his stuffing was all gross and clumpy,

A year and a half later he is here with me , I love him , I will never replace him , he is prefect, he is gillbert

He is living

He is thriving

Thank you for reading gillberts story

#fish plush #fish toy #story #plushies #story time

[wyrmfedgrave]

Pics: Just a small sampling of H. P. Lovecraft's influence on popular world culture...

1. There's stores now that only sell Lovecraftiana!! This is as amazing as the 1st stores that sold comics & related paraphernalia alone...

2. This would make for a great paper head on your personal website...

3 thru 5. Here we see the effects of more modern culture on Lovecraft's own ideas. An unholy melding of humor, madness & the commercial realms of the Peanuts, a now free Disney rat & (fittingly) sea monkeys!!

6. This 1 is a new ad - but, is it real?! Or, just another fever dream?!! I can't tell...

7. The long time coming - strange eons? - meld between the Great Old One & Victorian retro-stylings. Hoping for more to come...

Like say, an 'armed' (Heh) Cthulhu Pirate-King!!

Make it so...

8. Finally, the finality of the human race is on!

But, is it so?

Remember, everyone who can hear or even know about the Lovecraftian Truth of Reality... Goes Mad!!

So, I wouldn't be too quick to accept some mad dude's tale... There's no telling what's in his brain stem.

Remember, the original story was that we'd become 'like' the Great Old Ones! Free to know 'beyond' Good & Evil.

If that 'fate' has changed - then, any future possibility is possible...

1914: "End of the Jackson War."

Intro: When writing of HPL, writers use letters, essays & biographies about him. Even his stories can tell us much about his innermost being.

Taken together, this mass of info make Howard 1 of the most well documented fellows ever!

There seems to be few periods that we don't know something about Lovecraft's life.

Even during the "Lost Time" of HPL's retreat from society - as new info is always been discovered...

Researchers now know what books Lovecraft read, who he was with & what they spoke about.

They even know what flavor of ice cream Howard was eating & when!

A good example is how HPL never mentions James Dwyer's "City of the Unseen" published in the Argosy mag of December 1913.

It's not a good story, but, not only did Lovecraft read it, it's central image¹ reappeared in HPL's own later works.

We know Howard owned a copy of it, because this issue contains the 1st return volley in the weird Lovecraft/ Fred Jackson Letter War.

Which HPL had originally instigated in the earlier September 1913 issue of Argosy.

But, all things must pass...

In the end, Lovecraft wrote his War's epitaph. And he didn't use overlong or overblown language!

But, he did sneak in some martial terms...

Work: "Pray spare an inch or two², (to) print (these) critics's joint adieu."

"So long... since we began (this) fray, That readers swear we've (stolen) your Log³ away!"

"Forgive... sinners that presume. To fill with... verse⁴, such precious room."

"Inflamed by war & in... martial rage, We held awhile the center... stage."

"Til, blinded by... (such) furious fire, We battled on, forgetting to retire."

"But, (even) feuds draw... to their ends & foe(s) live to meet as friends:"

"So do we now... in lasting peace, Lay down our pens & slander(s) cease."

"What sound is this? ...A joyous yell, As we say farewell."

Notes:

1. Dwyer's "City of the Unseen" is a Lost Race story about an ancient city in the Arabian "Empty Quarter"!!

This sounds a lot like Howard's Irem! The City of Pillars that was swallowed by the sands of Araby!!

It was the lost city mentioned in the holy Koran... And, it might have been found - thru spy satellite footage!

2. This is about the measurement of column space given over to stories, pics & letters in newspapers, mags, etc...

In some cases, stories had to be cut in length, summarized or re-edited to fit the available space.

At the worst, the affected story would be 'saved' for later publication...

3. The "Log" was probably the name of the Argosy's letters page...

Some mags might also use a 2nd name like "Action Log", "Adventure Log" - even just "The Letters Log."

4. As mentioned in earlier posts, some letter writers used poetry to project their 'attacks' & to 'defend' each other.

And, Lovecraft was right in the middle of it all, slinging poetic barbs at Fred Jackson's writing skills...

It was this Letter War that brought HPL to the attention of the mighty UAPA.

More next time...

#hpl bio #history #adult hpl #poesy #argosy #letter war

[horce-divorce]

Update for interested parties: the last few days were frought, the situation in Wisconsin was not what we had hoped it would be at all once we got here, and it ended up not working out. Too many people with not enough space and too many clashing needs. it ended up feeling very unsafe for everyone.

We're staying with a different friend instead now, and today their mom/owner of the property not only said we could stay here for the winter if we need to, but also was scheming to try and find us a pop-up trailer this morning which we were totally blown away by, she's wonderful. We still want the kind of mobility where we could take off again at a moments notice, so I'm sorting that out, but we're with friends and thankfully not in a rush to leave again anytime soon.

i'm not sure if a camper is what we'll end up with. It isn't quite as stealthy as i'd like (if we need to urban camp at all it doesnt really work), but it would certainly add a lot of space and be more than doable, and Bel really liked the idea. If that doesn't work out, I'll look at trading our current vehicle for a used camper van in a comparable price range. I've never done that before but I have time to do research.

Thanks to the donations this week, we were able to fill the tank and get Bels meds on the way out here, which was such a huge relief. That gives us at least another month to try to find a prescriber for another refill. We also got a great haul from the food pantry out here, which was fun because the lady we're staying with actually runs it and it's inside an abandoned building.

the pantry was already in the building when it wasn't abandoned. my friend's mom took it over and was allowed to keep it in its original space, but everyone else moved out. My friend had the keys, so they took us in thru the back and this series of totally unlit, crowded corridors with random appliances, furniture, books and clothes, all of it donated. it was one of the most surreal experiences I've ever had. I asked to go back to take more pictures, which is why the 2nd pic is lit better.

Their house is also really cool. It's an old farmhouse, much bigger, with fewer people here, and we have a proper room upstairs rather than in an unfinished basement. there's a super comfy bed in here, too. I actually haven't had back pain in the morning here, for the first time since my surgery in May!

Also, absolutely wild shit in the world of drugs: nary a weed dealer to be found in this area, because delta 8 has completely taken over the market. I was deeply unimpressed when I tried it a few years ago, but my friend got us a live resin hhc/cbd/cbg/thcp cartridge and........... I am stoned. Like PROPERLY stoned. I haven't been this properly stoned since like 2013. It does kinda give me a headache, but it also helps the pain and gives me munchies and helps me sleep just like real weed. I even remembered my dreams a bit better than with d9.

Anyway I'm very grateful for my queer community today, for my friends mom who has come to my rescue more times than my own mom, and for everyone who's been invested, sending us money, advice, locations to scope out, items, and links; everyone who's been reblogging; and even everyone who's just listening to us talk and post, watching quietly from the sidelines.

We still have to go retrieve the rest of our stuff from the last place (on Monday), and things always change in an instant. We still have a lot of complex feelings, and this week was especially hard for Bellamy. He's never been through all this before this year, and the 19th was the anniversary of his worst trauma, losing the only good and loving person in his life 6 years ago. To be kicked out specifically on that anniversary was brutal. it made me wish I'd never brought him here. I really thought we'd be better off with that friend than on our own for the winter, and I made a mistake.

But we will still be okay. For now, we aren't alone, we're with good friends in a safe place, we've got food and meds and gas. We even have another place to stay if we change our minds. We check in with each other and process our feelings multiple times per day. It's still hard to get used to coming and going all the time; we stay in one place just long enough to get comfy and then we take off again, which is never long enough form a routine. So we're trying to learn how to do that for ourselves, based on our own needs, rather than around the location. But we're getting used to that, and each other's habits. When I go out to the car for supplies it smells like home in there.

It's hard feeling like we don't belong anywhere, like strangers care more about our wellbeing than our actual families. My dad did give us the car, and six months of insurance. He even renewed my license for me. But neither of my parents checks in on me, asks where we are or how we're doing. My mom seems to be getting more reactionary in her old age; not only did my transition cause a rift between us, she's now doubling down on trying to "cure" my autistic cousin when she knows that for both of us (and for Bel), our autism is a source of pride. She knows my disabilities and neurodivergence are what started this housing instability 10 years ago. She knows my health has been worsening. She doesn't text or call. All of you following this story on here know more about how and where we are than she does.

But times like this show us who our real friends and family are, and it's not the people who've left us to our own devices out here. It's everyone who's been stepping in to ask, "How are you doing? Can I send you anything? Do you need to talk? I love you. I want you to make it." The random guy we met hiking who never told us his name but who told us, "I hope you guys thrive. I really do." It's everyone who's sent us another $10 for our supplies because I haven't spent long enough in one spot to get any work done. It's the people who have never even met us before who offered to take Bel's cats indefinitely, or to let us come stay with them across the country. It's everyone who's pitching together to buy us more time when we need it. Everyone who sees us and bears witness and feels something about it.

At the end of the day, we sort of are choosing this lifestyle; if we wanted out, we would have to stay in one place longer than winter, get jobs, save money, find our own housing. But we kind of don't. Despite the hardships, despite what this journey is revealing about ourselves and the people we thought we could trust, we feel like it suits us to live out of the car. We go where we want, when we want. We don't have to answer to anyone else's schedule. If we want to go south or west when it's cold and visit our friends, all we need is the gas money and the OK to come over. We love the woods and we love living out there. It feels distant and lonely sometimes, but so right. We like getting to bounce around and meet each other's people. We want to see the old growth and the redwoods and the mountains and the seaside and the grand canyon. We want to go to Cuba and Vietnam and Iceland and Denmark. Maybe our health won't allow for us to do absolutely everything we want, but working underpaid jobs and paying rent absolutely won't allow for it. We have a better chance at our dreams now. We can lose our place to stay again and be fine and just keep going; it's not the end of the world. It's what we planned on doing, anyway. No big deal.

Living in the car has already allowed us to do more and have more adventures in just 3 months than we did in 2 whole years of us both being housed. We do have a lot to process emotionally and there's a lot on our plates; it's hard, and we do need a lot of help. It's not always good. Not having access to the internet when we're running out of money and gas and food; not having anywhere to bathe; having to go long distances to collect water even when we're not feeling well; losing things because i put them in the wrong place and drove off; that doesn't even begin to scratch on converting the car for stealth camping, choosing our routes and places to scope for campsites in new areas, or trying to figure out which supplies would actually be more helpful and cost effective in the long run.

But it's still not really any worse than the rat race to stay employed and be good renters. It's just different. And after 10 years of housing instability, and waiting for something to change, it hasn't. I'm growing more and finding more peace by just leaning into it. Trauma and bullshit never ends. Life doesn't ever stop for you so you can think about what just happened; there's never gonna be a perfect, calm time for you to digest everything and then move on strengthened and changed for the next main event. You have to learn how to do all that and keep living no matter what bullshit is ongoing. That's what "rolling with the punches" means. The punches dont stop, you learn to expect them, you move with them. I cant put my life on hold just because I'm homeless. It's not stopping me from doing the things I want. It's not stopping me from being the kind of guy I aim to be, or from making the kinds of choices i want. My life before did that.

Tl;dr thank you for all your help and concern this week, we made it to a different space and are taking some time to breathe. We are feeling more than a bit bruised, this week has been awfully triggering, but we also feel very held right now and we have space to calm down. For another few days at least, it's gonna be okay.

✨️🛸✌️

#me #prsnl #car living #keeping reblogs on bc im putting this on our travel blog. just for reference #long post #do u like my delayed reaction selfie. rofl. #gpoy

[wolffoxnation2]

Alright I have finished Magnus Chase and the Sword of Summer!

Here are my thoughts for a few pages i have dog-eared and since i value my phone storage I'm just gonna quote them instead of pics.

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Page 214

Harald sniffed the coin. Its gold surface glowed so warmly it seemed to be on fire. You have giantish blood, girl? (Samirah) I can see it in your eyes."

[Samirah:] "That's also none of your concern."

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(assuming he's referring to Loki being a Jötun)

Oooh, so Rick is gonna address the different species of gods' thing this time around? I wonder if Loki's kids would have special powers or something being half Jötun?

Personally I'm gonna headcanon regardless if it's never brought up again.

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Page 226—227

[Samirah:]"We may all die," She muttered, "but this will definitely get Ran's attention".

[Magnus:] "Why?" I asked. "What is that thing?"

Our catch broke the surface and opened its eyes.

"Meet my older brother," Sam said, "the World Serpent".

Chapter 33: Sam's Brother Wakes Up Kinda Cranky

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Squeeeee! there's my boy—snake! Jörmungandr!

I guessed a little while before this that they were gonna catch him but shrugged it off. So i was very happy when my boy chomped on that cow head.

Also is it just me or does anyone else get really happy when the demigods refer to their godly/monster sibling as brother or sister?

Like yes! That giant snake boy is your big bro! You share a dad! (or if you're going by the Loki ate a giantess's heart and gave birth to the monster three myth, then parent)

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Page 237

"In other words, you don't know." the goddess (Ran) arched her eyebrows at Sam. "And you, daughter of Loki, why are you siding with the gods of Asgard? Your father is no friend of theirs— not anymore."

"I'm not my father," Sam said. "I'm a— I was a Valkyrie."

"Ah yes. The girl who dreamed of flying. But the Thanes of Valhalla expelled you. Why do you still try to earn their favour? You dont need them to fly. You know very well that with your father's blood—"

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That not anymore part in reference to Loki upsets me and puts me even more on Loki's side.

*looks at Loki and his children's treatment* I could not guess why he's not your guys' friend anymore! Even though you:

Tied up his (first) wife (not Sigyn the other one) and kidnapped his children in the night

Chained one of his kids (Fenris), threw one into Helheim (Hel) and threw the other into the ocean.

Turned one of his other kids with his 2nd wife into a wolf that then dismembered the other child.

Shoot the now wolf kid and used the dead kid and the wolf kid's guts to chain Loki to a rock.

Have a snake drip ACID onto his face while chaining him to the aforementioned rock.

There's probably more but thats all i can think of at the top of my head.

Also the shapeshifting teasing.

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Page 331

[Magnus:] "Why are you showing me this?' I asked"

[Loki:] "Because I like you, Magnus. You've got a sense of humour. You've got zing. So rare in a demigod! Even rarer among the einherjar. I'm glad my daughter found you."

[Magnus:] "Samirah...that's how she can turn into a horsefly. She's a shape-shifter like you."

[Loki:] "Oh, she's Daddy's girl, all right. She doesn't like to admit it, but she's inherited a lot of things from me: my abilities, my dashing good looks, my keen intellect. She can spot talent, too. After all, she chose you, my friend."

I clutched my stomach. 'I don't feel so good.

[Loki:] 'Duh! You're on the verge of death. Personally, I hope you wake up, because if you kick the bucket now your death will be meaningless and nothing you've done will matter.'

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LOKIIIIII! My baby boi, girl, sometimes horse! Why do I find it adorable that he calls Samirah daddy's girl?

Also the way he compliments himself lol

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Page 334 and a bit of 335

You know how to ruin conversation" Loki said "I killed Balder, the god of light—the handsome perfect, incredibly annoying son of Odin and Frigg." He stepped towards me and poked my chest, emphasizing each word "And-I'd-do-it-again".

In the back of my brain, my common sense yelled, DROP IT! But, as you have probably figured out by now, I don't listen to my common sense much.

"Why did you kill him?"

Loki barked a laugh. His breath smelled of almonds, like cyanide. 'Did I mention he was annoying? Frigg was worried about him. The poor baby had been having bad dreams about his own doom. Welcome to reality, Balder! We all have bad dreams. But Frigg couldn't stand the idea that her precious angel might bruise his little foot. She exacted promises from everything in creation that nothing would hurt her beautiful son- people, gods, trees, rocks...Can you imagine exacting a promise from a rock? Frigg managed it. Afterwards, the gods had a party to celebrate. They started throwing things at Balder just for laughs. Arrows, swords, boulders, each other nothing would hurt him. It was as if the idiot was surrounded by a force field...Well I'm sorry. The thought of Mr Perfect also being Mr Invulnerable made me sick.

I blinked, trying to get the sting out of my eyes. Loki's voice was so full of hatred it seemed to make the air burn.

"You found a way to kill him."

"Mistletoe!" Loki's smile brightened. Can you imagine? Frigg forgot one tiny little plant. I fashioned a dart from the stuff, gave it to Balder's blind brother, a god named Hod didn't want him to miss the fun of chucking deadly objects at Balder, so i guided Hod's hand and...well, Frigg's worst fears came true. Balder deserved it.

"For being too handsome and popular"

"Yes!"

"For being loved."

"Exactly!"

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"Ill-do-it-again" Honestly real of him.

And like tbh Balder had it fucking coming. Like from what I can recall no one else besides Frigg and Loki knew of the mistletoe weakness. So all it would have taken for some dumbass to accidentally throw the mistletoe and killed him. It just happened to be Loki and he was doing it maliciously (or in my eyes, for vengeance).

Also why is the All part of "we all have bad dreams" Italicized? Loki what kind of dreams are you having? You okay?

I dont think its intentional but the way Magnus goes:

"you killed him for being loved?"

And Loki responding "Exactly!" makes it sound like Loki was jealous lmao.

Someone get my dude some therapy, i don't think he gets enough love.

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Page 335, my favourite part

"Oh please" Loki stepped back, examining me with a look of disappointment, this only a matter of degree. So I killed a god. Big deal! He went to Helheim and became an honoured guest in my daughter's palace. And my punishment? You want to know. My punishment?"

"You were tied on a stone slab," I said, 'With poison from a snake dripping on your face. I know."

"Do you?" Loki pulled back his cuffs, showing me the raw scars on his wrists. "The gods were not content to punish me with eternal torture. They took out their wrath upon my two favourite sons - Vali and Narvi. They turned Vali into a wolf and watched with amusement while he disembowelled his brother Narvi. Then they shot and gutted the wolf. The gods took my innocent sons' own entrails... Loki's voice cracked with grief. "Well, Magnus Chase, let's just say I was not bound with ropes."

Something in my chest curled up and died - possibly my hope that there was any kind of justice in the universe. "Gods."

Loki nodded. "Yes Magnus. The gods. Think about that when you meet Thor."

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YAY THEY ADDRESSED THE CHAINS!

Also one of the main reason why i am on Loki's side.

Like go on, tell me how thats justice. Tell me how the dude that got their first three children taken and thrown away or chained then got their two new sons get brutally murdered and then chained with the entrails of said two sons is the bad guy here?

And the fact that it specifically says 'cracked with grief'

As in he actually cares about his kids—well at least his sons.

Rick don't fuck this up for us, please don't make him an irredeemable monster next book.

Also the fact that he says the gods watched in amusement implies that he witnessed this...they made him watch...his innocent sons get murdered and gutted. (I am not even going to think about that Sigyn also likely saw too)

Like...

....holy fuck...

...how? How are we rooting for these guys to be saved?

This is why we need a Son of Loki! Luke AU and several one-shots revolving around Loki as a parent in general.

Hel even Magnus goes WTF.

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Alright this is getting too long ill make a second part later

#magnus chase loki #magnus chase and the gods of asgard #mcga loki #mcga samirah #mcga #Wolffox reads #Magnus Chase and the Sword of Summer #Wolffox speaks

[astrolaurical]

Hi dear i wanted to ask alot of predictors are saying taehyung is on twinflame journey with his spouse and he's getting aware of this connection can you tell us about it? thank you dear 💖

I’ve answered stuff about Tae before. Looking at his chart, he is more on the new soul side because most of his planets are in his 1st and 2nd house. That means he thinks primarily about pleasing others. 1st is all about how you present to the world and how others perceive you, 2nd is how your assets present you to the world i.e. flaunting designer goods/house/car to others. You know those type of people, everybody had met one. Like these type of people:

This was actually a good refresher since I don’t have his chart memorized and only remember certain things like what I mentioned above and that he is a fellow Aquarius Venus 🤘. BUT HOLY MOLY when I looked at his chart and saw his second house. Tae has what is called a Bowl Chart, meaning that all of his planets are in exactly one half of his chart, leaving the other half empty. This leaves the chart owner feeling incomplete. With that huge stellium in his 2nd house, he will then try to fill that void in himself by seeking or displaying characteristics of the planets in his 2nd house. These would be things like:

CapricornJuno 2nd house: craves traditional marriage. His ideal partner must be compatible in all ways (financial, psychological, material, comfort and humor, sexual)

Capricorn Mars 2nd house: earns money through hard work and is protective of what he has because of it. Hard worker in business and relationships. Never rushes into relationships.

Capricorn Neptune in 2nd House: Concerningly conservative. Will always follow leadership and doesn’t question it. Appreciates nice aesthetics.

Capricorn Uranus in 2nd House: He draws attention whether he means to or not. He stands out from the rest. He earns his money outside of the norm. He is level headed, resilient, and free spirited.

Aquarius Venus in 2nd House: appreciates aesthetic. While he craves a traditional marriage, he is comfortable being alone and not getting married because of how unique he is and how others tend to not understand his true self under his eccentricity.

Well, since I just gave a mini breakdown of his chart, I might as well do his full chart in detail. I had drafts of all of the BTS members astrological aspects written down but that’s as far as I’ve gotten because that’s a lot of work to do in my FREE time. I will decide on my own time if I want to continue with my drafts or not.

Twins only meet ON THEIR LAST LIFETIME when all of their karmic debt has been paid off and they can then pay off the remaining bits of it in this lifetime. TF don’t want children because they subconsciously know it’s their last lifetime. Tae gushes on and on about how he wants to be a dad. I do believe he has found his soulmate and future spouse though, and if you believe in who he is dating right now I think it’s her!! Their charts align really well! 💞💘

And if I have any deniers or haters, let me just post this reminder when Tae even told y’all to go touch some grass and then took all these pics with his hot gf.

#any hate will be deleted #suck it up #he won’t date you #and I’m a Stan of both groups so anything you say will go in one ear and out the other #I ship them lol #bts #taehyung #ask #and we don’t tolerate fan wars here #this is for people that have fully developed frontal lobes #and they went to JEJU #in the SUMMER #that’s true love man #I did too and I’m never doing that again #I got a full body sunburn there #I’ve never sweated so much in my life #bts tarot #bts astrology #bts twin flame #bts fs

[xhudgenssistersconfessions]

VOGUE POSTED

I was expecting her hair to be tied but I was expecting different hairstyle

Vanessa accepted the request, is now in her feed

What does any of this have to do with Zac anon🙄Zanessa is officially dead get over it. better be happy that Cole is such a sweet and wonderful guy who fits Vanessa better than anyone else❤️

I LOVE the details..but i want to see more and I just know we’re not gonna get much.. I wanna know if she did a first look with the girls or with Mama G..

OMG Vanessa looked gorgeous. I mean of course she did but she just glowed. Wow. And LOL at Cole having an entire team for his groomsmen.

I hope she finally posts and I hope there might some new pics we haven’t seen..but she’s been online since vogue dropped and she hasn’t posted so who knows with her..

For how private Vanessa usually is regarding her personal life, I'm a little surprised that she allowed such an intimate moment such as her wedding to be photographed for publication. I wouldn't have expected that tbh. Lol I was also surprised with how plain and boring her wedding dress was. 😕 Had her hair been down and long with extensions, I think it would've worked better. And I'm sorry, but the embroidered veil that says “Mrs. T December 2nd, 2023” in Gothic font is just so tacky to me. 😭 I feel like after all these years of waiting for her to finally get married, the wedding was nothing like I imagined it would be. 😂

Well Vogue and Vera posted so now can Vanessa post alrreadyyyy

“I literally keeled over when I saw Cole and had to take a big breath and had to force myself to keep walking because I could have dropped to the floor," she said. Let me see the tape

Happy for Vanessa, but I’m not a fan of the dress. I’m surprised she went with something so basic. Also I’m surprised Kim and Natalie were not part of the bridal party.

Her dress was not veeery different from her bachelorette party

I never thought Vanessa the Queen of Coachella the Queen of Halloween (which means she is always dress up) would got married in the most basic dress in the store

I thought the place they chose was really beautiful and I loved the color choices. While the dress and hairstyle I found a bit disappointing, it's not a look that I look at and my eyes light up, kinda very normal, Vanessa took a risk she choose chic but ended very basic imo. The party dress looks like any other dress she's worn recently and it's also nothing new, I think she could have worn her hair down at the party. At the end it wasn't a beach wedding but it was in a very beautiful place, I wanted to see photos of the party

It was not random but i wasn't expecting jay at all 😂

There are some groomsmen that i never saw lol but we got it right some of them

Nac it’s not my favorite bridal look but she still looked very pretty on her day.. wish she would’ve done her hair down.. also knew she was gonna do an understated bridal gown.. I just think she could’ve gone a little more glam but it’s her day and obviously she loved how it came out and that’s all that matters

Vera Wang was lazy that day

There are rumors that Vanessa never let her hair down again

cole got 29383838 groomsmen lmao

vanessa managed to get married in the most boring dress in the world, even the dinner one was prettier, at least the place they chose looks beautiful

Vanessa didn't even tried 😭

Omg? what a meh dress

#answered

[xdominiklivakovicx]

Also I forgot to post an ice breaker so here it is;

Name ; Ashley | Ash | Ashie | Trashley

Age range ; 15-17

Nationality ; Croatian 🇭🇷 | Russian 🇷🇺

Pronouns ; She | Her ♀️

Hobbies ; Drawing | Writing | Animating

Interests ; Art | Football | Animation in general | Rock Music

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Since when did you start following football?

Since 2018 when the World Cup in Russia started

Favorite National Teams?

Croatia NT - because they achieved so much those past 5 years, yes I know they like to move games to penalties and play with our nerves, but I still feel like I am part of their family like other Croatia NT fans :)

Russia NT - because I simply like Russian people and I am half one, so I really fell in love with that team. They played so well during the WC in 2018 and during WC qualifiers. I was literally so miserable when I found out they will not be able to participate in Qatar

Serbia NT - idk I love them simply because they are our neighbours and I always love supporting my neighbours during EURO and WC

Who was your favorite player then and why?

(Wow wut a hard question I have asked myself) Livakovic obviously. I know he was being kept on a bench, but I always knew he would be a great goalkeeper, he is our number 1 and very important member of the National Team, yet I didn't post stuff about him at all because I didn't have Tumblr, I was a dumb kid lmfao- but yeah, I can talk about him 'till I die, so yeah I am moving to the next question before I go too far

Do you train football? If you don't, why?

Hell no I don't. First of all; I am very anti-social person (tho there is exclusion when it comes to going on matches I love rooting with other peeps), Second of all; I have very low self-esteem, Third of all; I wanted to be a goalkeeper, but I was always afraid to get goals bc people often get mad at me, fuck them

Favorite clubs?

Dinamo Zagreb - I've been following this club since 2018 after the end of WC in 2018 mainly because of Livi, I love that guy sm he is precious, but the love of this club has grown in 2021 because of its success in Europa League.

Man City - Kova plays in City and he is literally my 2nd fav football player, and one of my best friends roots for City so here we are 👌

Borussia Dortmund - Idk I just love them so much, their mascot is so cute, the club has gotten my hear for some reason 😭

Favorite pic in your gallery?

The one where I took a picture with Livi 💙

What are your favorite bands?

Nirvana

Sex Pistols

Let 3

Termiti

The Beatles

Led Zeppelin

Scorpions

Green Day

Metallica

Rammstein

Daleka Obala

Queen

Ramones

Black Sabbath

Weezer

SOCIALS:

Instagram

- WW2 drawings - x._.unteroffizier._.ashley._.x

- Normal art - punkish._.stoat._.studios

Discord

- TrASHLEY#3627

Artfight

- PunkishStoatStudios

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Idk what to tell about myself anymore, so enjoy this short af info about myself :}

And see ya in the next post lmfao

Also check out my art acc! -> @nikitatheweasel2

#croatia nt #russia nt #serbia nt #dinamo zagreb #football #dominik livakovic #mateo kovacic #ice breaker #hrvatska nogometna reprezentacija #croatia national team

[eileen-crys]

Ok so usually these things about fic stats give me a mild depression because my stuff is very niche, but I'll do it anyway because I'm still in my writer's block and I would love to do a self rec of what I wrote in the past.

Tagged by the always lovely @bambirex : Rules: give us the links to your wonderful words with the Most hits/Most kudos/Most comments/Most bookmarks /Most words/Least words

Ok, the fic with "most" everything is Down in the Dungeons, followed by There's a Cottage in the Woods (Witches AU) so I'll list the 3rd in position to have some variety:

Most hits: (752)

1977, Queen are touring in America for their new album News of the World. Everything is going right, but Deaky feels homesick and misses his family a lot. Based on some pics of NOTW John holding Robert, that episode when he cut his arm and some interviews where he says he loves to bring his family on tour. MY FIRST FIC 🤣💕💕💕 Please, I wrote much better things later 🙏🏻 go read those and not this.

Most Kudos: (58)

Veronica has a date with her boyfriend, but she has to pick him up at the recording studio. This is the perfect occasion to finally meet his bandmates! Written for the first Johnica week! 🥰💕

Most bookmarks (10, and it's actually the 2nd after DitD):

1985, while Queen are working on their new album A Kind of Magic in London, John can spend some time at home with his family. One night Veronica wakes up after a nightmare with a high fever and John decides to take care of her instead of going to the studio. Everything is very fluffy and they love each other a lot, that's it. Ahh this was my 2nd fic! 🥺🥺🥺

Most Words (11,345) and most comment threads (25):

It's the summer of 1971, John Deacon has joined a band called Queen in early March and at the end of the same month he also found another dear friend in Veronica, who he secretly love much more than just a friend. The band is now touring in Cornwall with girlfriends and a bunch of roadies, and John finds himself face to face with his new friends, their new audience and the girl he likes. His life is changing, and it's all up to him to make it a great experience. Written for the 50 Years of Queen event, multiple prompts included.

Least words (691):

KING!AU: It's almost Joan's birthday and Veronica wants to make her a special gift, one that will (hopefully) last forever. (Ahhh the tattoo ehheh)

Numbers for comparison:

Down in the Dungeons: Words: 153,094 - Hits: 8,515 - Kudos: 302 - Comment Threads: 171 - Bookmarks: 32

There's a cottage in the woods (Witches x Monsters AU): Words: 13,444 - Hits: 1,560 - Kudos: 74 - Comment Threads: 42 - Bookmarks: 8

Thanks for tagging me Bambi! I tag @beydeaks @freddie-mercury-rising and @john-paul-george-ring0 💕💕💕

[nakunakunomi]

A/n: this is an empty masterlist atm. The drabbles will come soon!

Tell me that you love me is a drabble collection based on this promptlist by @nightprompts. All drabbles written for the characters of Twisted Wonderland. All images used in banners are royalty free pics + official art from the game!

Tags: Fluff, comfort, slight angsty, 2nd person, genderneutral, reader insert, established relationship, new relationships, sfw, short writings, blurbs, drabbles, romance

An overview of the prompts I picked (Not all of them, two per character) and the links that come with it, is below. Once something is written and published, it becomes clickable.

Heartslabyul 

Riddle 

♡ "I think i might be in some kind of love with you." ♥ "I like you. a lot. like a lot, a lot."

Cater 

♡ "I have passed by many eyes, but i only got lost in yours." ♥ "Anywhere with you is everywhere i want to be."

Trey 

♡ "C’mon, we’d look cute together." ♥ "If you take care of everyone, who takes care of you?"

Deuce 

♡ "Do you think the universe fights for souls to be together?" ♥ "My soul just wants to be closer to yours."

Ace 

♡ "I never want to stop making memories with you." ♥ "I never planned to have you on my mind this often."

Savanaclaw 

Leona 

♡ "I broke my rules for you." ♥ "It terrifies me what i would do for you."

Jack 

♡ "The most beautiful part is, i wasn’t even looking when i found you." ♥ "I’m happiest when i’m with you."

Ruggie 

♡ "So do right people with wrong timing get a second chance?" ♥ "I need you, you idiot."

Octavinelle 

Azul 

♡ "I am yours. no refunds." ♥ "You are enough. a thousand times enough."

Jade 

♡ "My heart is so full of you i can hardly call it my own." ♥ "What i have with you, i don’t want with anyone else."

Floyd 

♡ "They say you’re dangerous, but you’re my safe." ♥ "You steady me and stir me all at once."

Scarabia 

Jamil 

♡ "But friends don’t look at each other like we do." ♥ "It’s hard to sit here and be close to you and not kiss you."

Kalim 

♡ "With a heart like that, you deserve the world." ♥ "You had my heart before i could say no."

Pomefiore 

Vil 

♡ "If i kissed you, i don’t think i’d be able to stop." ♥ "You look happier."

Rook 

♡ "A sky full of stars, and i’d still watch you." ♥ "Your eyes hold everything my heart thirsts for."

Epel 

♡ "You’d look cuter holding my hand, but whatever." ♥ "I think about kissing you all the time. "

Ignihyde 

Idia 

♡ "I’d be yours, if you asked." ♥ "You smile a lot more since we’ve met."

Diasomnia 

Malleus 

♡ "We’re not perfect, but we’re perfect for each other." ♥ "I wonder what i look like in your eyes."

Lilia 

♡ "You’re important to me, you piece of shit." ♥ "Maybe i’ll see you in another life if this one wasn’t enough."

Silver 

♡ "Meet me in my dreams and stay for a while." ♥ "You have no idea how much i like you."

Sebek 

♡ "Some people search their whole lives for what i found in you." ♥ "I pushed everyone away because they weren’t you."

Miscellaneous 

Crewel

♡ "I may not be your first, but i want to be your last." ♥ "You are the peace i crave in this chaotic world."

#tell me that you love me #drabble collection #masterlist #navigation #twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland writing #twst writing #reader insert #romance #fluff #drabbles

[its-moopoint]

When you thought shippers couldn't sink any lower they spew this vomit.

wildfernflower

I'm pretty sure the choice of this very "remarkable" date for the funeral was not accidental. She with her family could organize it one day earlier or later if only they wished so. Monaghan is a small parish, I very much doubt all days around Aug 10th were booked out for funerals, weddings, or other ceremonies. But C has now a perfect excuse not to celebrate or even mention the anniversary and mourn her late father instead.

margareth-lv

She’s just a victim of her own fate… 🤦🏻‍♀️

auburncurlslass

There's not one shred of evidence of C and maestro except MC from GRO.UK with zero validation. Z E R O.

loveoutlanderworld

Such a sad coincidence 😔 fate is very interesting. Anyway, she posted a pic of herself with a goat after her wedding, so maybe she will post a pic with a horse or with Adso for her anniversary, you know the “husband” is very shy 😂😂😂

jays911

OMG!!! Stars aligned!!!

auburncurlslass

Omg....what a fucking coincidence!....who would have thought that fate had other ideas regarding Caitriona's bag of lies. August 10, 2019....the fake wedding that never happened...

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They posted anniversary wedding photos of Priyanka Chopra and Eleanor Tomlinson and the one with Cait and her brother at the funeral to mock her and Tony, because that photo is of her and Sam "holding each other". Pushing aside the fact that PC and ET don't have crazy shippers stalking their homes and trashing them and their spouses, but do these imbeciles even know how funerals are planned, especially for large families with relatives and friends scattered all over the country or the world? That it takes time to gather everyone who wants to attend? Her family is one of those and her dad was a well liked and respected police officer. He passed away on August 2nd and the funeral was on August 10. Basically one week which is normal to gather everyone together.

They intentionally want her to think of August 10 as a wedding spoiler. This is how evil they are.

I have no doubt that Cait is able to lovingly remember her dad and celebrate her wedding without diminishing either, but these women are so demented they can only think one evil way.

Yes I'm aware of this disgusting piece of bullshit. Several people found it as offensive as you did and reported it to me.

I have only one warning for "dear" Margaret above: karma finds its way sooner rather than later and the amount of bile in her posts regarding C's father's death will come directly back at her.

It's ridiculous that this needs to be said to full grown ups but it's clear by now these idiots don't form a full working neuron together between the lot of them so lets break it down easily. You can't choose when your loved ones die, it happens when it does and then there are formalities and time periods to observe. Finally at such ages there's important stuff and minor stuff and no one of 40 years will throw a tantrum at having their birthday or anniversary or holidays postponed by the death of a close relative FFS.

As for the rest of the stupid post regarding celebrity couples who share their lives on social media, you can't put CB there since she never shared in her SM footage of her private life with her husband or son. It's all under her control, what she shares and what she doesn't.

I'm glad there's the comment above mentioning the marriage certificate from GRO and these lunatics saying it means nothing. At least any outsider tempted by their rubbish would leave the thought immediately at reading that.

[nephyria]

I’m going to keep it so totally real with yall rn. I am unemployed and disabled and feel deeply every single second I’m alive how much stress that puts on everyone around me. Rent and grocery prices keep going up and the amenities keep getting worse. Neither my feet nor my face are of a quality to sell sex pics about. ppl keep posting pics and video of men who look like my dad in literal human pieces, bc they didn’t Absorb what it meant in the last decade when Black people trying to expose police brutality in the USA, a “first world” country, went from Hands Up Don’t Shoot (chant, non-graphic, cop found not guilty) to a Black people being shot by cops in the back caught on video aired on multiple networks (graphic, shared for months, cop found not guilty). absolutely didn’t sink in even remotely what that meant. times are dire.

And you STIIIIIILLLLLLLLLLL could not pay me an annual salary’s worth of money to give a shit about people who think praxis is either “this makes me feel good, so it must be good,” “this thing makes me feel good, so it must be bad,” “this thing makes me feel bad, so it must be good,” or “this thing makes me feel bad, so it must be bad” and then ripping each others assholes out about who’s right.

everybody fuck off outta the building two thousand one tower two style, walk into the woods naked in the dead of a winter night, dip your cunt and balls in a hot tub of rotting human shit, you just gotta! it’s praxis! ok but like what does that do? don’t worry about it, it’s praxis! how does doing those things shape the human environment around you rather than justify your own individual experience? shut up! that’s how praxis works, stupid! picture a sphere getting folded outside-in and THAT is praxis, baybee! but can we seriously, seriously, not in Minecraft, not in a shifterverse, in our shared reality, in real life, can we seriously put a bullet in Jeff Bozo’s head? Can we take his one human life unfictionally? can one of us please bell that cat? well no of course not THAT isnt praxis, that’s just Crime, terrorism even, praxis is never ever ever about doing actual things, it’s about what I like or dislike or like but hate it when other people do it. I’m bringing the FBI to this post for threats against the king of the world btw like that is NOT ok :/

#nepty talks #meanposting #long post #[wiping tears] you all are so fucking stupid