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tflaw · 2 years

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DE$PERADO.

☆★ ! afab!reader. exhibitionism w the boys. ofc, lots of cum. unprotected. good ol creampie. warnings are written on each character’s part ++ just a lil something for the short kings && before i disappear for my midterms ! (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵) not proofread.

Discipline has been long entrenched in their bones. Who would’ve thought that it easily crumbles in the face of a pussy so insatiable?

CYNO + feral!cyno. it’s what we deserve.

placed in the top brass of people who rid sumeru of any peril, cyno’s mastery of the rules is indisputable. rules that are ingrained in his system like ancient runes carved into stone and that which hinders wickedness from fostering in the land of dendro. whispers might soar of how malleable said rules are under his jurisdiction, but hearsays grow wingless against the general mahamatra’s ascendancy.

until then, he would treat your pussy like a drop of water in his parched throat and stick his poor cock deep in your guts anywhere he covets. you can be as loud as you want: the reassurance he often whispers while wiping the fat head of his tip along your slit. he’d fuck you, then, until his name becomes a permanent echo inside and outside his tent until everyone in the campsite knows that the mahamatra is fucking you again. and once he departs the tent, expect not a soul to speak their dissent. for the rules are simple: none could go against someone who rules the desert.

XIAO + wrote this w beta xiao on my mind. corruption. predator & prey. i have gone completely crazy for him.

raised in a greater plain than mortals, an adeptus do not feel or bleed easily. and yet that has not hindered the people of liyue from beseeching adepti for good fortune nor the adepti from seeking warmth with a mortal. it is one thing, after all, to be blessed by an adeptus. but to be desired by one is an eternal musing on whether such a thing is a blessing or a curse.

xiao, the adeptus guarding wangshu inn, might be hostile, but in his being there lies a slumbering desire awakened by you. the dutiful person working in wangshu inn, who xiao fucks in every corner and in any way he pleases. to have an adeptus satisfying your mortal desires: you like this, so much more than what you’re willing to admit, he says while abusing his cock by fucking your cunt with fervent thrusts. licking your cheek before feverishly gasping against the wet skin, his body trembling as your sweet pussy sucks him in. all this talk merely to cover the truth that it is xiao who needs you to satiate the hunger unbefitting a respected adeptus like him.

KAZUHA + needy kazuha. overstimming himself. creampie. uhhh i’m so dizzy i don’t know what is this but i need him.

it takes unparalleled discipline to master the art of the blade. thousand swings and a thousand more callus before one can bend it to his will. even then, it is the blade that wields the man and not the other way around. this discipline has followed the ronin to this day, but meeting you certainly skewed him within. a corruption of sorts, and an indulgence far heavier than discipline: the lust you ignited in him.

there are trails of glossy cum spilling from your hole, which is being repeatedly plugged by kazuha’s fucked out cock. a pool of white semen on the ship’s deck, certain to leave stains once it dries. and yet none of you seems to care— minds too clouded by fucking, bodies too unstoppable. he pistols his cock through your creamy pussy with an audible cry, and your eyes cross at the feeling. his stretched-out shaft remains buried in your cum-filled walls. the sun peeks out on the horizon, but kazuha’s hips, despite their quivering, cannot stop pumping— obviously without regard to the rousing and yawning crews outside the room where he had fucked you in all night.

HEIZOU + prison sex. vvv nasty and i’m not sorry. creampie. feral!heizou. exhibitionism. itto watches from behind bars poor him <//3

for an exuberant detective like shikanoin heizou, solving a crime and apprehending lawbreakers is the pinnacle of joy. in inazuma, he has been acknowledged as the best one in the field. a weapon that even the tenryou commission finds taxing to wield. his desires have not any fetters, and he does what his heart pleases. however, aside from putting felons behind bars, it is making them physically suffer that gives heizou unrivaled euphoria.

the cool metal bars pressed against your cheek, totally fucked out and beyond coherence when heizou once again rams his hungry cock through your folds. his cum hasn’t stopped flowing from your hole, and it’s only ever growing thick inside your pussy with his ensuing climaxes. your eyes crisscross, clouding the image of utter stupefaction on itto’s face as he watches your tits bounce between bars with heizou’s feral humping. show him how good your cunt takes my cum, heizou says with a peal of manic laughter before turning your behind on itto, bending over, and showing your pulsing cunt as globules of cum fill the hole. heizou leans on the metal bars, then, with his cock out and sticking to his thigh before saying, be good, itto. who knows? i might let you fuck that pussy before i send you home.

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avesque · 1 year

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can i please request a drabble with i pushed everyone away because they weren’t you + neteyam? thanks.

of all the girls — neteyam

INCLUDES best friends to lovers. angst to fluff. 0.7k words.

NOTE i need him so bad. you can request a prompt of your own here! (also the great war part i might come out this thursday/friday. i promise i see those asking to be tagged, i will not forget u here is a big kith mwa) OH AND HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY i love you!

neteyam finds you all alone by the docks with your feet submerged in the water. it’s a quiet afternoon and the others are out and about with tsireya and other metkayina kids.

he finds his palms sweaty the second he settles beside you.

you don’t bother to look at him. it makes his heart squeeze painfully as your gaze stays fixed ahead, over the reefs and the horizon that he thinks you’ve mentally reached home.

you cut him off just as he’s about to break the quiet.

“why’d you leave?”

to others, it might sound nonchalant. but neteyam has known you for more than a decade; can read you like that back of his hand. there’s a bite to your tone that makes his heart climb up his throat.

you place your palms behind you and lean back but you do not look at him.

“you left,” he says. “i followed you.”

“no shit,” you scoff. it makes him wince. you always did hang a lot around lo’ak.

he swallows his nervousness.

“listen—”

you’re quick to rise to your feet. “well, i need to go.”

neteyam calls your name.

“i don’t want to hear it.” your tone is cold, biting. if he didn’t know better, he’d think you’re leaving behind snow rather than the sand you’re kicking off as you walk away hastily.

he follows you just as he has for the past twelve years. always behind you, always watching. waiting.

he snatches your arms once he’s caught up and something spears through his heart when he finds tears brimming in your lash line.

“no,” you seethe, wriggling free from his hold. “you leave me alone. go back to ayrona since you like her that much, huh?”

neteyam heaves a deep sigh, latching on to your arm again. gentler, this time. softer. consoling.

“no.”

you scoff again. the metkayina girl had shown interest in neteyam ever since you got here, always there, always lingering. it makes your skin itch, your blood boil. you’ve been watching them all this time, how she seems to enjoy those breathing lessons with neteyam. remembering it makes you want to scream.

but ayrona wasn’t the only one. back in the forest, before you had to flee, you heard other girls’ names tied with neteyam’s from hearsay. you did not have the heart to ask him about it, afraid that the confirmation will break your heart more.

ayrona is just the final straw.

but this is wrong. the lone tear that cascades down your cheek is a burning shame. neteyam is not yours.

at times, you feel like you may stand a chance, against all these other girls and against all odds. you’ve been toeing that line between friends and something more, touches lingering more than they should have, gazes softer and sweeter than most. but nothing has come of it.

you fear what you thought could have been was just a miscalculation on your part.

neteyam holds your cheek so delicately, thumbing away the salt on your cheek.

“oh, y/n.” his voice is honey; says your name like a prayer. you close your eyes, clumped eyelashes still spilling tears. “ayrona—” your stomach plummets, “—is a friend. just like tsireya.”

you sniffle, shaking your head and leaning away from his hold. but neteyam is quick, placing his other hand on your chest, right where your heart is.

“you,” he breathes, “are so much more.”

he rests his forehead on yours and he pulls you close.

“do you want to know why i told rey’nin to stop?”

rey’nin was the omatikaya girl who, despite the people’s disapproving stares, had pursued him.

“the others too,” he adds and proceeds to enumerate the girls who have shown interest in him. something warm lands on your cheek and you belatedly realize neteyam has placed a kiss there before he’s pulling away.

nimble fingers glide over your eyelids and your eyes flutter open to see gold staring right back.

“i pushed everyone away because they weren’t you.” he says your name again, this time, like a promise. “you are the only one my heart beats for. i see you. i always have.”

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undiscovered-horizon · 1 year

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Imagine being the one who releases Morpheus. - Part 3 A/N: I've got other WIPs and requests but Emo Brooding Morpheus and Gentle Warm Reader is a brainrot I welcomed a little too warmly

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 4] [Part 5] [Part 6] [Part 7] [ENDING] [ALT. ENDING] || Sandman-inspired playlist

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"Have you found them?"

Your voice was hardly audible over the sound of crashing waves and screaming seagulls. The wind kept tugging at your clothes, gnawing at your skin and soon you found yourself feeling cold. The warm sunrays, sporadically emerging from behind the grey clouds, were a pleasant relief as they gently brushed against your face. Spring never comes soon enough...

"What exactly do you mean?" Morpheus asked.

The reason why he accompanied you on your walk back home was a lovely secret - one that might be ruined the moment someone tries to learn it. To your satisfaction, he never questioned why you were walking on the sand and not the bricked boulevard, which would have been a lot more comfortable. Despite the sheer pleasure that it brought you, your choice of route was motivated by something more profane: the loneliness that you shared. Morpheus would never admit that himself, you could already tell but he needed to talk to someone as much as you did. In that moment he was about as human as an entity can get and yet he was never going to realize that; when people recognize each other's loneliness as their own they form a connection a little too deep to be captured by a language and far too strange for the mundane world.

"Your belongings, naturally. The jewel, the pouch..." you counted as you recalled the wonderful and strange trinkets he had with him that day, "the creepy mask," you added as your face involuntarily turned into a grimace thinking about the unnerving bone contraption he wore. "Father seemed very content with his, well, theft."

Morpheus suddenly stopped. His eyebrows furrowed slightly and those cold, blue eyes stared into yours with astonishing intensity. The cold wind pulled at his hair as it brushed against his forehead. Looking at his face, you could see the small moves of his jaw as he clenched its muscles.

"Do you know anything of them?"

His voice didn't waver and considering his alarmed appearance, it was an impressive feat. The longer you admired his otherworldly composure the more you grew convinced that you had misinterpreted it the first time you had seen him: what painted his expression blank was not the lack of emotions behind it but rather a certain reluctance in feeling sensations that were already there. Such a disconnect was strangely human for a king of dreams, not to mention horribly forlorn. If one desires no relation to their feelings, how could one ever relate to another being?

"I'm afraid I don't," you answered in a mild tone. "I've only heard rumours among the manor staff as though your gem had been stolen by my father's mistress. But, unfortunately, I cannot speak for the reliability of that hearsay. Even if that were true, I haven't the foggiest where she's gone."

"What of the pouch and the helmet?" he coexed. It seemed as if the remnants of his hope long gone were being washed away with each wave that crashed against the white sand of Southend-on-sea.

"Hard to say," you said with a shrug. Digging your hands further into the pockets of your coat, you began walking again. "Perhaps they're locked away in the deepest dungeon underneath the mansion or maybe they were sold on the black market. In any case, I'm afraid I can't even try to inquire about that. My letters were never answered."

"You have written letters to your father?"

"No, not to Rodrick," you said quietly as you absentmindedly shook your head. There was another for whom your heart broke - someone who might never know the amount of love you once had for them. "I wrote to Alex. I know he hasn't been exactly kind to you but he's an exceptional boy. He will grow up to be a great man, I'm sure of that. Although, I'm afraid I shan't get to see that..."

Morpheus silently studied your somber expression as you looked at the faraway horizon. Somewhere there, where sky dipped his toes in the endless waters, you saw all the magnificent possibilities of Alex's future. A sad smile appeared on your face as if those fantasies made you both proud and completely heartbroken. For the second time, Morpheus began wondering why humans were capable of feeling such contradicting emotions at the same time.

A tear fell from your eye. It glistened in the afternoon sun with a myriad of colours as if misery could once be breathtaking. As the teardrop run down the curve of your cheek, Morpheus instinctively raised his hand but only slightly like some anxious thought at the back of his head prohibited him from moving his arm further. It was the very same hesitation that had decided about the fate of the world more than once.

He thought something you had told him all those years ago when you said you wished your brother never had died. Back then he didn't quite understand the difference - the small difference, a change of perspective - that made your choice different from your father's. But now, watching the glistening tear on your cheek, Morpheus felt a fraction of understanding due to nothing more but his selfishness: instead of wishing to brush away your tear, he wished you never had cried.

"I'm so sorry, I just miss him a lot," you whispered. A sniffle and a deep sigh left your lips. "Oh, only now do I realize my utter lack of manners," you resumed the conversation. With a frantic move of your hand, you brushed away the stray tear. You forced a gentle smile on your face and Morpheus grew angry, although he couldn't quite explain why. "You're a king, are you not? Should I not call you 'your majesty'?"

"There is no need for that." The cold tone of his voice never once revealed the silent affections he had pondered just before. "You are not one of my subjects."

"As you wish, Dream of the Endless. I may not know where to look for your belongings but I do have a burning suspicion that we will not find them among those cold sands and murky waters. As much as it pains me to say so, we should leave this lovely town as soon as we can."

"My affairs are not of your concern."

You stopped walking only to look at him. For a moment, your kind face stared into his eyes - they were such an exceptional shade of blue. Their cool hue was both haunting and dazzling, perhaps serving as an adequate showcase of their owner's nature. It was a wonderful thought that no other but Morpheus inspired the saying that 'eyes are the window to the soul'.

"I want them to be," you confessed before continuing to walk towards your house.

Morpheus couldn't follow your step. He wasn't sure what to make of your words or most of all - whether you actually meant them, at least in the same way he understood them. The longer he listened to the echo of your confession inside his head, the more the realized that only the reasonable part of him desired to dismiss your decision. Yes, deep inside Morpheus wanted you to be concerned with his affairs. Maybe one day, when he lets that intimate thought resound in his mind, he'll realize he wanted to be your concern.

Looking over your shoulder, you noticed that Dream hadn't moved from his spot. His dark attire was a startling contrast to the white sand under his feet and the greyish-blue water behind him. The cold wind kept nipping at his hair and clothes and yet his skin was just as pale, not a shade of red or purple revealed that he could be cold in that weather.

"The world is spinning, your majesty," you yelled over the crashing of waves and seagulls' calls. "We can't just stand on it."

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frodo-with-glasses · 2 years

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This is a post about Ghân-buri-Ghân and the Woses, or the Wild Men.

Full disclosure: When I was a kid, I pretty much skipped this part. I was already getting very lost with the logistics of the Rohirrim’s movement, and I was very impatient for Merry and Pippin to be reunited already and Frodo and Sam to be done with the quest and back on home turf. I was having a hard enough time telling the difference between Gondor and Rohan (every other race in Middle Earth only gets one country that’s very important, but for the most boring race of them all I’m supposed to keep track of two?? preposterous), and having yet another group of humans pop up out of nowhere just to disappear after half a chapter left me baffled and annoyed.

After all, the Wild Men are pretty much disconnected from everything else in the story, aren’t they? They aren’t related to any of the characters we’ve met already. They’re not personal friends with any members of the Fellowship, or even friends with the friends of the members of the Fellowship. They have very little to do with Rohan and Gondor, and nothing at all to do with elves or dwarves or ents or hobbits or wizards or anything else that Little Me thought were the Important Parts of the story. If you took your cue from the movies, this opinion would only seem reinforced: the Riders of Rohan reach Minas Tirith with no complications greater than a Mumakil, and the Wild Men aren’t mentioned even once. If you didn’t know better, you might think the Wild Men are little more than an extraneous detour.

But it’s exactly because they seem extraneous that I think we need to pay them extra attention. Tolkien is not a careless storyteller; he’s long-winded, for sure, and has a knack for descriptions in excruciating detail, but he’s not careless. Every word, every sentence, every line of dialogue and narration and poetry exists in the story for a reason. If Tolkien didn’t have to put the Wild Men in the story—if they weren’t strictly necessary to the plot, save to solve one problem that (let’s be honest) kinda looks like it was invented just so they could fix it—that means he wanted to put them there. He wanted them there, because he wanted to tell us something.

I think it behooves us to listen.

So what is Tolkien trying to say? I have no idea. The man’s dead, and I can’t ask him. But the message I’m getting here has two parts:

1. The World Is Big

If nothing else, the Woses serve as a reminder that Middle Earth is much, much bigger than even Lord of the Rings makes it out to be. That’s saying something, because LotR isn’t a small story! This is a grand legend that stretches across nations, from one horizon to the other in an epic trek, and yet it still fails to capture Middle Earth in its every detail. Entire nations and kingdoms get lost in the wash, or are only mentioned in passing, and some names we only see in the maps at the back of the book.

Remember, Tolkien’s framing device for LotR is that it was an eyewitness account, a history written by the hobbits and supplemented with accounts from their friends. The POV characters we’ve had so far—if I’m remembering correctly—are Frodo, Sam, Merry, Pippin, Fatty Bolger, Bilbo, Aragorn, Gimli, and a sort of omniscient narrator that seems to represent “hearsay” or “local gossip”. If any of these characters didn’t witness something and come back to report it, then it didn’t make it into the story. If they didn’t go someplace, or meet some people, and come back to tell about it, then it didn’t make it into the story.

But just because the unnamed peoples of Middle Earth don’t get into the histories doesn’t make them any less important. Just because we don’t learn their names doesn’t mean they didn’t suffer under the fear of Sauron, or rejoice when he was defeated. Just because we don’t know them doesn’t make them any less…well, for lack of a better word, human, or any less important.

The War of the Ring mattered just as much to the Wild Men as it did to Gondor or Rohan or the Shire. Because the War of the Ring was about saving their world too.

2. A Treatise on Treatment of Native Peoples

Again, I’m only trying to reiterate what I can see of Tolkien’s opinion in this passage. I happen to agree with a lot of what he says, but we’re talking about him, not me.

The Woses are, as far as I can tell, the closest thing to an indigenous or native people group in the southern region of Middle Earth. Obviously they must have come from somewhere—anyone who’s read the Silmarillion could probably fill me in on that—but Ghan-buri-Ghan says himself that “Wild Men live here before the Stone-houses; before Tall Men come up out of Water”. The Wild Men preceded the settlement of Gondor, and inhabited the land even before the Numenorians; they were here First, and still they remain.

So, how does Tolkien portray this native people group? Well, the first thing he does is to say—hilariously and pointedly—that the Wild Men are anything but stupid. Ghan warns, in his broken speech, that Mordor’s forces outnumber the Rohirrim, and Eomer challenges this assertion—“how do you know that?”—to which Ghan says, if I may paraphrase, “boi I’m not a child I can count as well as you can”. The first point made is that, though the Wild Men may seem ugly and primitive and are clad only in grass skirts, they are as shrewd as the tacticians of Rohan, and maybe even more.

The next thing that happens is that Ghan strikes a deal: he and his people will lead the Rohirrim to Minas Tirith by long-forgotten roads, and in exchange, the men of Rohan must battle to drive off the Darkness so that the Wild Men may go back to their lives in peace. Of course, this arrangement benefits both parties; both are in danger, and both have a common enemy. To see the end of the Darkness would be infinitely valuable to them both.

This is fascinating to me, because you can’t really say that one party here was “using” the other, or that one benefited at the other’s expense. Yes, the Rohirrim gained the guidance of the Wild Men, which furthered their goal; but in the end, it only put them one step closer to possible death on the battlefield against a great Enemy. Yes, the Wild Men get to sit back and watch the Horse-Men risk their lives in open war, but if they should fail, what then? By helping Rohan, they are establishing themselves as an enemy of Sauron; whether Ghan realizes it or not—and personally, I think he does—this single act of defiance is putting a target on the backs of his people, should the Enemy emerge victorious. Sure, they can hide in the forests for a while—as long as there are forests. But not forever. I think that’s why Ghan takes his stand now; he knows there might not be another chance.

Ghan has established that he is shrewd, straightforward, and honorable. He even vows that he will lead the Rohirrim himself, and that they may kill him if he steers them wrong; he’s that willing to stake his life on his word. But when Theoden promises to handsomely reward Ghan for his help and his faithfulness, Ghan only asks for one thing in return: “if you live after the Darkness, then leave Wild Men alone in the woods and do not hunt them like beasts anymore”.

There’s something in me that kinda…twinges, when I read this. Like I’m half-remembering a bolt of anger from Baby Me before I checked out of this passage entirely. How dare this book imply that these kind, noble horse-people would be so cruel and barbaric as to hunt other human beings like animals? Wasn’t this the same people whose king accepted Merry like a son, and who provided Gandalf with the best horse in the world? These are the GOOD guys! They wouldn’t do something like that! The book doesn’t know what it’s talking about, clearly. I wish I could get back to the hobbits again.

But now that I’m older, I think it’s more telling that Rohan isn’t spotless and blameless in this transaction. They have wronged the Wild Men in the past; out of ignorance, maybe, and out of prejudice, perhaps, and out of fear, almost certainly. We all fear what is foreign to us and what we don’t understand. But Ghan is putting that aside for the moment. Ghan chooses to extend forgiveness. For once, his people and Rohan face a greater evil, and they unite against a common enemy. All of the sudden, Rohan has an opportunity to make amends for all their wrongs, by “driving away the bad air and darkness with bright iron”.

I’m sure I don’t have to tell you about the historical treatment of native people groups in our real world. The archetypal example, of course, is the European settlers and the native tribes of North America; but we see the same thing in Central and South America too, and that’s not even getting into the British Empire’s other affairs in Egypt and India and China and Oceania. I could talk about the Spanish conquistadors; I could talk about the Dutch in South Africa and apartheid. But it goes even further back than that. It’s what the Roman Empire did to the Germanic peoples of Gaul; what the Islamic Empire did to the entire Middle East and much of Northern Africa; what the Babylonians and Persians and the Mesopotamian superpower of the week did to their vassal states on a regular basis. Standard practice in Babylonia was to invade a place and immediately ship all the smart, strong, and wealthy people off to Babylon to be assimilated, leaving behind the weak, poor, unlearned, and destitute to till the land and keep their heads down. Can’t have a rebellion if everyone’s too dumb and starving to organize it.

(Incidentally, the Roman Empire is what gave us the word “barbarian”; the speech of the Germanic peoples they conquered was unintelligible to them and sounded like “bar-bar-bar”, so they named them after it. The fact that the word they coined now refers to a ruthless, stupid, uncouth person should tell you a lot about the Roman Empire’s opinion of these folks.)

Anyway, the point is that throughout history, there’s always been a pattern: up comes this people group who’s smarter and more advanced than anybody else, and they think that gives them free rein to go wherever they want, do whatever they want, and use, abuse, and extort the people they see as “beneath” them. The Romans had figured out indoor plumbing by the time of Christ, and they thought they were such hot stuff that they took over the Mediterranean and taxed the living daylights out of them. (Some estimates put the tax rate at about 90%. 90!! Imagine keeping only a tenth of your paycheck every month. I know it already feels like that, but still!)

We’d do well to address the question that Baby Me probably thought when I read this for the first time: “Why can’t the Wild Men just be Men of Rohan?” Why can’t they put on real clothes, and pick up spears and swords, and get on horses and ride into battle and make a real contribution? Why do they insist on going back to their primitive lives? Perhaps part of the reason the Men of Rohan felt justified in hunting the Wild Men is because they saw them as more crude and less advanced people; “they live in the forests, clad only in grass, hunting and sleeping under the stars like dangerous wild animals, and therefore must be treated as such”.

But let me ask you a question: Aren’t the people of Rohan primitive too? Aragorn describes them as “unlearned, not writing any books but singing many songs”; how is that any different from the songs that may be passed down by Ghan-buri-Ghan’s people? Isn’t Rohan crude and simple in its own way, at least in comparison to some others? Just because they build houses of wood and speak with fair, beautiful speech doesn’t mean they are better than those who don’t. If Rohan had the right to treat the Wild Men as they wished—because, as “civilized people”, they were so much smarter and more advanced—then Saruman had the right to treat Rohan as he wished—because, as a Wizard, he was so much smarter and more advanced.

I want you to get this. If Rohan does not check itself here and humbly accept the Woses as equals, then Rohan is no better than Saruman.

Thankfully, Rohan does pass the test. One of Theoden’s greatest traits is his humility, and it serves him well here. A deal is struck, a path is cut, and the Wild Men make their contribution and disappear into the forests, with only a lingering portent that the wind is changing, and maybe the times with it. The book says that they were “never to be seen by any Rider of Rohan again”; by which I take it that Rohan’s side of the promise was upheld, and the Wild Men lived on, in their own ways, unmolested, in the Druadan Forest until the end of time.

I don’t have a way to end this, but maybe that’s appropriate to the subject matter; like the Wild Men themselves, this post will appear out of nowhere and disappear just as quickly as it came. I just think the Woses are fascinating—both for in-universe and meta reasons—in spite of, and perhaps because of my initial annoyance all those years ago.

We will return to your daily crack post tomorrow LOL

#ghan-buri-ghan #the wild men #lord of the rings #lotr #lotr meta #my writing #there are no tags on tumblr for ghan-buri-ghan or the wild men or anything like that #literally no one is talking about these guys #they are the cryptids that they were always meant to be #in which i wax eloquent about the roman empire and history nerd stuff for WAY too long

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harrison-abbott · 16 days

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LONDON - Travel Poetry

I touched down at Stanstead at seven a.m.

The got the train into the city, and thus we

Passed the provincial towns in the Metropolitan

Area, where around an extra 6 million people

Live, which technically aren’t part of the

Great capitol. … Lots of people I know totally

Hate London. Whenever I go there I’m

Astounded by it’s sheer scale and mania,

And, I’ll admit, I always reap exhilaration when

I visit. … I got off at Liverpool street and

I went wandering about. I went to see

William Blake’s grave. Which isn’t in a proper

Cemetery, per se: it’s quite an odd grave in

That it’s just off the street, and built over with

Concrete. Then there is just his name,

With his bones somewhere underneath, and

I remember the immense sound of drilling nearby:

As some men were working on a building

Site close by and it was as if 21st century

London was nothing like anything in a

William Blake poem. After that I found the

Nearest subway station, and went down

Into the tunnels, with their toothpaste-white

Tile walls and their rocket-launch echoes.

As I’m always a bit slow when it comes to

Public transport, I had to ask this Irish couple

If I was waiting for the correct train coming.

They indeed confirmed that I was in the right place.

So I said to them, “Thanks. I’m always a bit

Of a numpty when I’m riding the metro.”

And the Irish man said to me, “Oh, it’s all right.

You speak English fine.” And I blinked.

I didn’t want to point out that I was from

Edinburgh, Scotland, as didn’t wish to offend

Him, but, I suppose I was heavily bearded

At that time – and most folks don’t suss me

As Scottish when they see me.

Through the oldest underground routes

In the world I flumed. I went to Hyde Park

And sat there for a while, watching the civilians

Walking their dogs, and it made me wonder

How wealthy you would have to be to live

In this metropolis; the same time as I watched

The crystalline outlines of the skyscrapers

On the horizon. Those images that bespoke

Immense wealth, international prestige.

That night I was staying with my friend who

Lived near London Bridge and so I headed

Over there, walking down towards the Thames.

It was crazy walking in that central part

Of the town where almost every street name

Had some connotation that you knew from

Hearsay or songs or culture in general.

Everywhere was famous. This was where

The plague happened, where the great fire

Happened, where the great fire broke out;

This was where the Blitz happened.

Nearly 70% of the city was burned down

In 1666. And, during the Blitz, around

43 000 civilians were bombed and killed

By the Luftwaffe planes; which was half of

Britain’s civilian toll for World War II;

Which made one in six Londoners homeless,

And destroyed at least 1.1 houses throughout

The town. And, none of those facts had killed

London. This was the place where

Bill Shakespeare wrote, performed and directed

His plays. It was where Pete Townshend was

From, where Charles Dickens form world –

‘twas a place that’d changed the world.

I got to London Bridge, and crossed it,

Watching the thick, soupy water down below,

That raced with pumping menace. It was crazy

That the Thames wasn’t in the top 100 longest

Rivers in Europe. And yet it was this complete

Brute when you looked at it, dizzily from atop

Its bridges. I reached the far side of the bridge

And headed along into the main street, and just

Then there were two flashy cars that sped by me.

As in – glitzy sports cars – and they were

Racing against each other. And one of them cracked

Into the back of the other’s boot, because the

Other had ‘won the race’ and sped past him.

Their tyres ripped rubbery snarls on the road

And there was a big dent in the forerunner’s boot.

It was basically a car crash. And it happened

About ten yards away from me, right there on

The sidewalk. But, nothing else happened either

Than that both vehicles went tearing across

London Bridge to continue their race.

I walked on and I went into a supermarket

To buy some beers ahead of seeing my friend.

Everything I saw around the shop was about

A third higher than I was used to in Edinburgh.

But I got the beers and then I walked through

The night (this was in November, 2018) of

London, along to my friend’s flat, through the

Odd mix of buildings that seemed to spar for

Space between the jostling traffic. As you

Walked you heard all kinds of languages,

And the people you passed wore a medley

Of outfits; some in suits and leather shoes,

Some in dresses and high heels, some in

Tracksuits and trainers; and all of different

Skin colours and height and weight and

Character. Nine million people crammed

Into a relatively small space, and this is

The sparky mix that you get as a result.

My friend had finished his work at 5 p.m.

And that was why I’d been wandering

About all day instead of meeting up with him

Earlier. He lived in a range of flats that

Were hard to navigate around, and in

The immediate skyline I could see the

Shard skyscraper, blinking in blue and red

Dots. I finally found my friend and we

Hugged in the doorway. He was from

California, and I’d met him years back

At university. We talked into the night,

And then went to a local bar, which

Was super expensive but it was also

Thrilling to be out in the metropolis in

The proper black night; it was sublime

To be here in Londinium, even though

It was scary, berserk and conglomerate, too.

#writeblr #creative writing #writers on tumblr #spilled ink #tumblr writers #poetry #poem #travel poetry #london #travelling

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prettymeredith · 2 years

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Country Sees Spike in Leaked Media

Since the leaking and release of the infamous images that have circulated across social media platforms, the Wisconsin Women's Volleyball Team is seeing a burst of overwhelming support. The surge in popularity has helped the team strive in terms of attendance, merchandise sales, and overall school spirit despite it's scandalous roots. The uptick in revenue is undeniable, and struggling programs are beginning to take notice.

Last weekend, the Carolina Elite Cheerleading Squad suffered a similar "leak" of team photos.

All dawning their uniforms, team members are pictured bound and gagged in various positions through the usage of both tape and rope. Described as a "private team bonding event" by the program, some fans and onlookers have raised suspicion, calling the leak deliberate.

Those speculations snowballed when images were discovered to be shared by some of the team members own personal social media accounts. When questioned, Cheer Captain Macy N. had this to say:

"Why be ashamed when slut shaming is so ten years ago? So I say be yourself, and stay fearless." - Macy N.

Though not all of Macy's teammates have openly expressed the same advocation, the program has since garnered valuable revenue that is sequential to the squad's survival. Similarly, the Academy of Entitlement Society knows as AES hosted a similar "leak" in order to obtain funds that the team's president claims were "owed".

All sporting their cheer uniforms, ropetied with tape over their mouths, the photos incite striking comparisons with the Carolina Elite leak. And interestingly enough, the society did not have a cheerleading team until this year. Speculations and claims of this being a cash-grab are being brushed off as gossip and hearsay rooted in jealousy of the squad's recent success by the AES.

When questioned, AES Cheer Captain Madison K. had this to say:

"Bvut I vwust vanted th playf svoccer vith year..." - Madison K.

Fair game or foul play? Regardless of the unconventional methods of funding, the research shows undeniable evidence of success and support despite some minor backlash. What this reporter wants to determine, is will this continue to be a trend for struggling teams and programs? And with jersey advertising taking on new horizons, will big brands such as Hooters and Playboy jump at the opportunity? We will bring you the answers once we know more.

Written and edited by P.Meredith

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On anon cuz I’m shy today lol ANYWAY what are you hoping for for Pokémon day?

oh mood 👊😔

anyway hopes: no main series title, though i'm not naive enough to believe this will actually be the case, even with the talks of slowing things down. i'll believe that when i see it.

since getting another main series title is inevitable i'm just gonna put my energy into talking about what i would like to see, which is legends kyurem. sorry but i've never been big on johto (originals and remakes alike) to justify wanting a let's go/legends game set there, and i don't trust them with remakes after what happened with my beloved sinnoh. legends kyurem has the most potential out of all the suggestions i've seen thrown around. a plot focusing on the original dragon and how it split would be very cool.

as for other hopes i just want them to ditch the mobile games and bring back more traditional spin-offs. there's clearly still some interest in making them, with the new snap, rescue team remake and detective pikachu 2 all still being pretty recent (<- says this when rtdx is nearly 4 years old now). i know all of those examples ranged in quality too but i just like knowing spin-offs still have potential. but also it still feels so barren. gens 3-5 were the peak spin-off era (and gen 6 for psmd) and i miss that.

new ips would definitely be cool but of course as a pmd fan it's obligatory for me to want another game. preferably a new game altogether rather than an explorers remake (i'm a firm believer that explorers doesn't need a remake) but rtdx was alright and i support spike chunsoft's vision for remakes much more than gamefreak's ilca's. also i miss ranger and pokepark. i understand that it would be hard to make ranger work on the switch and i don't really have any solutions for that myself but i think pokepark would work excellently on it.

i don't really have much on stuff outside of the games. i've heard speculation that the anime movies might finally be coming back, with them featuring the horizons cast in the starring role. it's just hearsay for now but i think that sounds cool nonetheless.

#mail #specifically want legends kyurem for oc reasons too LMAO #nadine (gti hero) comes from unova during the time period of the original dragon and would like more inspiration for her #(making her encounters with kyurem in gates more traumatic by giving him a previous traumatic encounter with it in the main series world)#sorry for the tangent autism has been making me talk about my interests a lot more than usual recently sjshjdjd #also damn. didn't even notice that it's only 10 days until pokemon day. that doesn't feel right #anonymous

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@therogueprincedaemon || cont.

Visenya was mentally assuming what would unfold the moment she stepped into the Red Keep; facing her father’s wrath, as hearsay of a princess in the battlefield — especially with her being the King’s second daughter — would reach his ears before they’d arrive with their dragons. She was prepared to defend Daemon over it, as it was her own decision to explore the scenario of battle & stray away from her chambers, only fulfilling duties meant for a princess. In the battlefield, she felt free and relaxed; the thought of aiding the realm from the outside served a better purpose than only sitting on a chair, commanding the rest to do what was necessary.

“Issa. (Yes)” Visenya’s gaze shifted from her sword to him as she sheathed her sword. “Either way, I believe his anger will greet us, but no matter his anger, I will continue fighting beside you.” It was a firm reassurance & one she wouldn’t take back despite Viserys’ reactions to it. She stepped away, walking to Vhagar, her dragon, and climbing on top of him, her hands gripping the creature’s scales as she adjusted her body on top of it. Turning her head to look at her uncle, Visenya gave him a confident smirk before her gaze set on the horizon. “Vhagar, soves! (Fly!)” She commanded in a shout, in which the beast groaned and began flapping his wings, lifting itself up in the air.

Vhagar descended into the castle by the gates, where six guards stood next to the entrance, but in a swift move they were all surrounding Caraxes. Visenya quickly climbed down to the ground and furrowed her brows at the guards. She tried to approach Daemon but two of them stopped her by extending their arms and placing their gloved hands before her. “What is the meaning of this? Get back to your posts.”

“You are in no position to give instructions, princess Visenya. This is the King’s direct orders, for Daemon Targaryen to be escorted to the Great Hall where he expects to have a word over the serious accusations he’s facing. Your presence has also been requested, but by the time the King has finished speaking to prince Daemon.” Ser Otto Hightower abruptly responded as he stepped out of the gate. Visenya turned to face him & walked over to him, her blood boiling with anger. “I will escort my uncle to my father and you will command these guards to go back to their posts. Daemon is no monster, Ser Otto. And he’s the King’s brother. He deserves respect. This is — ”

A sigh left Otto’s lips and he closed his eyes briefly before interrupting Visenya. “Spare your lesson of morality, Visenya. For you have been nothing but a disappointment to the King and have always chosen to go against his wishes, therefore making the King lose his focus on important matters for the realm. A pity. . .” He leaned forward, narrowing his eyes at her. “Have you learned nothing from your beloved sister, Rhaenyra?” He murmured, his tongue filled with poison & intention to harm her directly through his words as a slight smirk spread across his lips. Visenya's gaze widened, taking a step back from him while her hands bailed into fists.

#therogueprincedaemon #threads: visenya #re: daemon x visenya.#// ahhh I hate otto but #if I'll have the satisfaction to watch daemon do something to him #bring it hehehe

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Even as found family and bonds of friendship and choice are on the rise, "in the blood" with regard to powers and capabilities is still way too prominent.

I hope over time more and more things go with the Green Lantern (or Spaceballs...) approach:

The item/power itself is sentient to a degree and wants a particular vibe that it seeks out when abandoned/lost/orphaned of its host.

Or the last wielder can choose the new, even in death: "I was Antonio's Big Brother for years, and he's got such potential for good. This is gonna give him a shitton of complications and a full-on rogue's gallery--but also such opportunities. I wish I could be around to see it."

#superheroes #super heroes #hearsay horizons #loose thoughts #maybe a story basis? I'd like a world where NO power is truly in the blood where inheritance is chance/resonance more than anything else #and traditionally bloodlined powers have such potential--to disappoint their families.

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Smoke Above Serenes [drabble]

This is a story of hatred and sin Written in blood of our very own kin

“Smoke on the horizon!... Smoke above Serenes!”

Tibarn’s heart stops and eyes widen as he immediately drops whatever it is that he was doing, forgetting on the spot what it was.

He sprints through the hallway together with all of his men who heard Janaff’s alarm.

Beautiful, innocent, peaceful and fair Never raise hand against others they swear

He knew. He had heard. Separatist though Phoenicis may be, the news reached them too, brought by spies and messengers. News of the assassination of the Begnion apostle. News of uncontrollable grief and rage sweeping through the nation. News of accusations thrown in all directions, particularly - as it usually goes with humans - at the laguz.

But, although he never trusted their kind to begin with, not even Tibarn thought they were that stupid.

What a naive, gullible, costly mistake.

His eyesight is far from that of Janaff, but he can see it - a pillar of smoke rising slowly into the sky akin to a beacon. “We fly! Quick!” That is all he throws before he jumps out of the window. No plan, no preparation - there’s no time for that; he’s not a fool, he knows that even if they push their wings to the absolute limit, the flight to Serenes will take them at least half a day. He doesn’t even pick out who exactly is supposed to go - the order is issued at no one in particular.

But it doesn’t matter; everyone who was at the scene follows him, for Hawk hearts beat in sync with those of their Heron brothers.

Murderers! The humans of Begnion exclaim They gather, laugh and set Serenes aflame

By the time the laguz arrive at the scene, it’s late evening. Under normal circumstances, the Hawks would avoid flying at night, for their eyes usually fail them in the dark.

But these circumstances are all but normal; the flames rise above the trees, illuminating the sky, painting it in sickening shades of red and orange, calling out to Tibarn and his men as if to show them the way - come here, come quick, the feathers of your brothers are on fire—

For rumor and hearsay is all that they need For another’s crime every Heron shall bleed

With no regards for his own safety, the king dives in between the trees, the other Hawks following without question. Once there, they split up. No instructions, no orders are necessary, they all know why they’re here.

The moment he descends into the hell that was made out of the once peaceful forest, he starts coughing, suffocating from the smoke, tears quickly welling up in his eyes and making it even harder to see - no, that’s not important, ignore it, get a grip, they need you, they'll die without you, find the Herons, find the Herons—

But the cursed walkers are here too, they were here first - through the trees, Tibarn hears laughter he can only compare to that of demons, drunk with the sheer wild joy of burning, hunting, killing, destroying. And the shrill screams, melodious even in despair and death as though to sing their own funeral hymn, falling silent one by one as bloodied human hands rise towards the sky in utterly misplaced, misguided retribution.

In all this pain and chaos, Tibarn loses his way, but his instincts do not fail him and his wings know to take him to the main altar. White feathers line the ground under him more and more, but he makes it just in time—

“REYSON!!”

The White Prince sharply turns back, celadon eyes blank and devoid of emotion. For a split second, the Hawk feels as though, in his panic and stress, his friend fails to recognize him, but the sensation is brief; mouth wide open, gasping for air, the Heron holds out his hand, reaching out to Tibarn in despair—

and then he collapses.

O humans! Barbarians! You burned and you slew! The lives the Goddess grants mean nothing to you!

The king dashes towards him, his heart dropping, but relief comes over him when he feels Reyson draw breath. At the same time, two Hawk soldiers fly over to him.

“We found His Highness Lorazieh! He’s alive!”

Tibarn pants as he nods. Another coughing fit shakes his body— but Reyson still lives. They must retreat. They have to get out of here before whatever few lives they managed to save are also snuffed out.

More and more Hawks arrive at the altar, some carrying survivors. White and gray feathers fall everywhere around them like a rain of death - the pain, the distress, they are overwhelming. But the accursed human voices draw ever closer too; though the thought rips his heart into pieces, the Hawk King realizes that what lives they did not find are forfeit. If it comes to a fight here, no one will be saved.

It pains him, but he forcefully silences the voice in his head that cries out for blood.

“We go…! We have to go! Retreat!”

Do you really think that we will let this stand? How our brothers felt, you will soon understand

———

He doesn’t remember their way home well.

He remembers holding Reyson in his arms and he remembers the stunned silence of his men, only broken occasionally by laments as yet another of their silver brothers breathed his last on someone’s back.

He remembers that every time it happened, he cradled the Prince closer, praying and begging for him to hang on.

He did.

By the time the dawn breaks and they make it to Phoenicis, he and his father are the only ones still alive.

We too destroy, burn, kill, give what is deserved For this senseless slaughter justice must be served

News spread quickly; the horrified Hawks gather, tears in many eyes, wide open mouths covered in shock, children weeping into their mothers’ wings as they watch the scorched bodies unloaded from the backs of Tibarn’s exhausted men.

Barely aware of what he’s doing, the king absentmindedly hands Reyson over to some soldiers that come running, gives orders on what rooms to prepare, bed, food, water, bandages—

before a wave of despair, exhaustion and defeat washes over him and he falls to his knees.

He breathes heavily, his eyes wide open, realization on what he had just gone through and done dawning on him, now that the danger is gone and the stress and adrenaline wear off. His vision goes blurry - that’s tears in his eyes again, but not from smoke this time around.

This…

This really happened, didn’t it?

They’re gone. They’re really gone. All but two of them are gone.

Burned. Killed. Murdered for something they had nothing to do with. Slaughtered by the humans, those damned, cursed, idiotic miscreants, monsters, butchers, they do this and then they accuse the laguz of being nothing more than baseborn animals—

How could they

How dare they

They must

PAY

The rage does not let itself be contained in this smaller form of his anymore, the fury lighting up his eyes and pushing his body to transform against his will.

Raising his scorched wings to the sky, he lets out a harsh, deafening shriek, his wrath, anger and despair resonating through the air.

The singular voice soon turns into a cacophonous choir as soldiers and civilians alike all through Phoenicis respond, joining their king’s call.

You stole our brothers! Their lives, souls and home! Mistakes of the Goddess! Know despair! Begone!

#❁ all skies shall belong to me ; ic. ❁#❁ i will take this matter into my own hands ; drabble. ❁#((and old drabble of mine that I still enjoy so I cleaned it up a bit and wanna show it again owo))#((I have so many thoughts about pre-PoR Tibarn you have no idea))#((funfact I originally wrote this shit for his birthday lol))

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birchbritches · 2 years

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Necessary Heresy

Hereby proud of the heresy, of the berefting left in its wake, of the benefit of having displaced one stubborn god like too much water once gravity had its say and the vessel without space for all that.

A hear-ye hems and haws all afternoon, spits and pops, sits upright on the horizon to make its most impressive silhouette and says something about hearsay, but at a distance,

and we've got other things to tend to not all the way at the ends of the earth. We don't talk for a long while before it's formal.

#poem #poetry

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galsource75 · 1 year

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Chatting with the one you love (maybe not)

Everything inside of me is screaming 'Stop its a lie' you know well enough he does not even know that you exist. You have been down this road ; "how many times GalSource?" Exactly !! Now block the person now! I don't for longer than i know better to. And Words with passion and emotions are sent from my side of this place to the person on the other end of the chat line . Confessions of love and thoughts on life are exchange by way of poems and hellos in the early morning . Before the light of dawn is above the horizon we are chatting once again the only difference this time is that it is a different person claiming to be the Man i have fallen in love with. Long days and even longer nights i allow the passion play across my screen knowing all the while it is not him , yet the hope inside of me just will not let me push to the point of getting his confession of the truth of who he/she really is . Damn , I just let it ride out so that i can release all the emotions and all the daydreams inside of my mind before they cause me to burst into flames from the desire in my soul for him to but be the true person that i need him to be . soul steps in after a short while and demands that i pull the wind from their sails . So i direct the conversation to where i need it to be and tell of the deceit i have been through by others claiming to be my Star and how i fell for so many words that they used to confess a never dying love for me all the while never being full of emotions but full of lies the entire time . Then i demand proof of the truth of who they are , they send passports that has been doctored believing you will believe their lie , even provide video chat except for the issues , on my end nonetheless, of computer and or cell phone interruptions so each call is incomplete and the only time you miss their call that they have made to you despite their busy schedule of touring and plane rides from here to there , how dare i miss their call. Of course i was there the phone rang half a ring then fell silent again , never following up with a text stating "tried to call but you were busy babe will call back later" love you . This is true and it has happened to me many times but with that said the last three persons wanting to deceive me i only played along to see where they was trying to take the conversation though i must confess that i always spoke my truth of the feelings i have for a certain entertainer. Alright if i am ever going to get this out to the public so that the Star of my heart can see what is happening to his #1 fan from Kentucky , then i must say the persons name. Please do not judge me in being a fool or for being so naive . Love sometimes clouds the minds eye and it can be over powering to every aspect of ones hope and dreams and gives rise to a faith that one may say is like that of the faith we have for our God, whom ever you choose that to be ok.. Dermot Kennedy is the person that these peoples have convinced me , or try to convince me that they were. These predators stalk the Star and other Stars, i know this for a fact, this is not just hearsay. Anyways, these persons are so determined to obtain whatever it is that they want that they have stalked me and others on the person they will pretend to be social media and lock in on the one who has posted and commented the most on the sites that they are scoping out and they will then make a double account with the entertainers name stating that it is the site they want to connect with their fans and that management is controlling the other sites which in fact the PR of the entertainer is running multiple sites for the Entertainer , anyways they prey on the emotions of the fans and believe me i have reported them everyone to someone of authority but those sites and emails but be fakes as well because i have never had anyone follow up on my complaints it is as if they read the email or voice mail and say "well there is another fool who fell for the most popular scam that is running the internet these days. " And nothing is done about it .

when will i ever learn....

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santoshkumar369 · 12 days

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10 Things You Should Not Do With MBBS in Abroad.

Pursuing an A is an exciting and significant step for many aspiring doctors. It offers the chance to experience different cultures, gain high-quality education, and broaden professional horizons. However, there are several pitfalls you should avoid to ensure a smooth and successful journey. Here are ten things you should not do when studying MBBS abroad.

1. Neglecting Research on Universities and Countries

Before deciding on a university, thorough research is essential. Many students make the mistake of choosing a university based on hearsay or without considering critical factors like accreditation, curriculum, and living conditions. Ensure that the university is recognized by relevant medical councils and offers a curriculum that aligns with your career goals.

2. Ignoring Language Barriers

Language can be a significant barrier if not considered carefully. Some students enroll in universities where the medium of instruction is not in a language they are proficient in, leading to academic struggles. Choose a country and university where you can comfortably understand and communicate in the language of instruction.

3. Overlooking Financial Planning

MBBS abroad can be expensive. It's crucial to plan your finances meticulously. Many students underestimate the cost of living, tuition fees, and other expenses, leading to financial strain. Create a detailed budget that includes tuition, accommodation, food, travel, and other miscellaneous expenses.

4. Failing to Understand the Visa Process

The visa process can be complex and time-consuming. Some students neglect to understand the requirements and deadlines, resulting in delays or rejections. Ensure you have all necessary documents and meet the visa requirements well in advance to avoid any last-minute issues.

5. Not Adapting to Cultural Differences

Cultural adaptation is crucial for a comfortable stay abroad. Some students struggle to adapt to new cultures, which can affect their mental well-being and academic performance. Take time to learn about the local customs, traditions, and social norms of the country you are moving to.

6. Disregarding Local Laws and Regulations

Ignoring local laws and regulations can lead to severe consequences. Familiarize yourself with the legal system and ensure you comply with all local laws, including those related to your stay, work permissions, and academic conduct.

7. Skipping Health Insurance

Healthcare abroad can be expensive, and having health insurance is crucial. Some students neglect this aspect and face financial difficulties during medical emergencies. Ensure you have comprehensive health insurance that covers all potential medical needs during your stay.

8. Isolating Yourself from the Local Community

Building a support network is vital for your well-being. Some students tend to isolate themselves from the local community, leading to loneliness and homesickness. Engage with your peers, join student groups, and participate in community activities to build a robust support system.

9. Ignoring Career Counseling Services

Many universities offer career counseling services that can help you navigate your career path post-graduation. Ignoring these resources can be a missed opportunity. Utilize career services for guidance on internships, residencies, and job placements.

10. Failing to Stay Updated with Medical Advancements

The field of medicine is continuously evolving. Staying updated with the latest advancements is crucial for your career. Some students neglect continuous learning due to the rigorous academic schedule. Make it a habit to read medical journals, attend workshops, and participate in seminars to stay abreast of new developments.

Conclusion

Studying MBBS from abroad can be a transformative experience if approached with the right mindset and preparation. Avoiding these common pitfalls can help you make the most of your educational journey. Ensure thorough research, financial planning, cultural adaptation, and continuous learning to pave the way for a successful medical career.

Additional Tips for Aspiring MBBS Students

Networking: Build professional connections with professors, peers, and healthcare professionals.

Time Management: Balance your academic responsibilities with extracurricular activities.

Mental Health: Prioritize your mental health and seek help if you experience stress or anxiety.

Embarking on an MBBS journey abroad is a significant commitment, but with the right approach, it can be incredibly rewarding. Remember, preparation is key to overcoming challenges and achieving your goals. Safe travels and happy studying!

By following these guidelines, you can ensure a smooth and enriching experience while pursuing your MBBS degree abroad.

#MBBS in Abroad #MBBS form Abroad #MBBS #MBBS Colleges Abroad

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dankusner · 13 days

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CR-3 — ADMISSIBILITY OF NARRATIVE CONTAINED IN POLICE REPORT

CAUSE NO. CC-16-05394-A

PLAINTIFF’S TRIAL BRIEF

The 14th District Court of Appeals located in Houston — which is the appellate Court with jurisdiction over the trial court in Fort Bend County where this suit is pending, and whose rulings provide mandatory authority for this Court — has specifically addressed the admissibility of the narrative portion of a police report that contains the opinions or conclusions of the investigating officer based on his factual observations, when the officer is not present to testify.

In Ontiveroas v. Lozano, No. 14-05-00294-CV, 2006 WL 1140374, at *4 (Tex. App. Apr. 27, 2006), the Houston Court of Appeals considered an appeal regarding a trial court’s admission of a police report over the Defendant’s objections that

(1) the document was hearsay and

(2) that it contained improperly predicated expert opinions.

The Ontiveroas Court held that because the responding officer

(1) had been at the scene of the collision,

(2) had interviewed witnesses,

(3) had observed the condition of the vehicles, and

(4) had seen the plaintiffs being taken to the hospital by ambulance, his police report containing a narrative describing the collision as “major — truck auto-auto” and his entry of code “ ‘C’ to indicate ‘possible injury’”, were merely his reporting of his factual observations, and did not need to be proved up by expert testimony under Tex. R. Evid. Id. Recognizing that, “It is clear that not every opinion must be provided by an expert to prove reliable or trustworthy,” the Court held that the police officer who had written the report “did not need to be qualified as an expert for his ‘opinions’ to be admissible.” Id.

In considering the admissibility of the narrative portion of the police report in the present case, the Court should be mindful of the controlling precedent provided by Ontiveroas.

DEFENDANT’S BRIEF IN SUPPORT OF COURT’S DECISION TO REDACT POLICE REPORT

PLAINTIFFS’ PAGE/LINE DESIGNATIONS 0F THE DEPOSITION TESTIMONY OF OFFICER JONATHAN BEAMON

II. POLICE REPORT

In his third issue, Ontiveroas argues the trial court erred by allowing the police report into evidence in its entirety because it included opinions the police officer was not qualified to render.

Specifically, Ontiveroas contends the officer's description of the accident as "major-truck-auto-auto" and the officer's notation that both appellees sustained "possible" injuries provided the jury with untrustworthy evidence that tainted their decision.

We review a trial court's decision to admit or exclude evidence for an abuse of discretion.

Horizon/CMS Healthcare Corp. v. Auld, 34 S.W.3d 887, 906 (Tex. 2000).

We will not reverse the trial court's judgment unless an erroneous evidentiary ruling probably caused the rendition of an improper judgment.

Santos v. Comm'n for Lawyer Discipline, 140 S.W.3d 397, 401 (Tex.App.-Houston [14th Dist.] 2004, no pet.).

We review the entire record to determine whether the exclusion or admission of evidence probably resulted in the rendition of an improper judgment. Id.

If there is any legitimate basis to support the trial court's evidentiary ruling, we must uphold the trial court's ruling. Id.

Ontiveroas points this Court to the dissenting opinion in McRae v. Echols to support his argument. 8 S.W.3d 797 (Tex.App.-Waco 2000, pet. denied).

In McRae, a police report was admitted into evidence as an official record. Id. at 802.

Although he was designated as an expert witness, the officer did not testify. Id.

The defendant objected to the report, claiming it contained hearsay and improperly predicated expert opinions. Id. at 799.

The majority concluded the report was admissible even though it contained opinions about the accident's cause because the officer's conclusions were based on a factual investigation, and were trustworthy under Texas Rule of Evidence 803(8). Id. at 800.

The dissent argued that admissibility under the hearsay rule does not excuse inadmissibility under the "700 series" rules of evidence. Id. at 801 (Gray, J., dissenting).

The officer's report in this case is distinguishable from that in McRae.

The opinions contained in this report do not concern accident reconstruction and do not touch on causation or liability, both of which Ontiveroas stipulated to at trial.

Here, the officer was present at the scene of the accident.

He interviewed witnesses, observed the condition of both vehicles, and saw that appellees were being taken to the hospital by ambulance.

By describing the accident as "major-truck-auto-auto" and entering code "C" to indicate "possible injury" for both appellees, he merely reported his factual observations.

It is clear that not every opinion must be provided by an expert to prove reliable or trustworthy. See Tex. Dept. of Public Safety v. Struve, 79 S.W.3d 796, 803 (Tex.App.-Corpus Christi 2002, pet. denied) (admitting police officer's report into evidence and stating officer need not be an expert to give opinion about a person's sobriety when he has observed that person, but stating also that an officer should be qualified as an expert if opinion is based on training and experience).

Evidence on causation or accident reconstruction may need an expert's opinion. See Pilgrim's Pride Corp. v. Smoak, 134 S.W.3d 880, 892 (Tex.App.-Texarkana 2004, pet. denied) (finding hearsay evidence inadmissible because officer not an expert in accident reconstruction); Ter-Vartanyan v. R R Freight, Inc., 111 S.W.3d 779, 781-82 (Tex.App.-Dallas 2003, pet. denied) (discussing police officer's qualifications to give opinion about cause of accident).

But see McRae, 8 S.W.3d at 800 (finding police officer's opinions on causation in report were based on factual investigation).

Here, the police officer did not need to be qualified as an expert for his "opinions" to be admissible.

The trial court committed no error by allowing the report into evidence in its entirety.

Accordingly, Ontiveroas' third issue is overruled.

We assume only for the sake of argument that his notations are opinions.

ACCIDENT REPORT

McRae's first issue asserts that the court erred in admitting a certified copy of an accident report prepared by a peace officer shortly after the accident occurred.

DPS Officer Thomas Peoples was not called to testify at trial.

Rather, his written report was offered into evidence “as an official record” without a supporting witness.

McRae objected that the report was hearsay and contained expert opinions not properly predicated.3

Accident reports are admissible under Rule 803(8) as exceptions to the hearsay rule. tex.R. Evid. 803(8); Sciarrilla v. Osborne, 946 S.W.2d 919, 923-24 (Tex.App.-Beaumont 1997, pet. denied); Carter v. Steere Tank Lines, Inc., 835 S.W.2d 176, 181 (Tex.App.-Amarillo 1992, writ denied) (citing Clement v. Texas Dept. of Public Safety, 726 S.W.2d 579, 581 (Tex.App.-Fort Worth 1986, no writ); Porter v. Texas Dept. of Public Safety, 712 S.W.2d 263, 265 (Tex.App.-San Antonio 1986, no writ)).

Rule 803(8) provides for the admissibility of records, reports, statements, or data compilations, in any form, of public offices or agencies setting forth:

(A) the activities of the office or agency;

(B) matters observed pursuant to duty imposed by law as to which matters there was a duty to report, excluding in criminal cases matters observed by police officers and other law enforcement personnel; or

(C) in civil cases as to any party and in criminal cases as against the state, factual findings resulting from an investigation made pursuant to authority granted by law; unless the sources of information or other circumstances indicate lack of trustworthiness. tex.R. Evid. 803(8).

There is no evidence to show a lack of trustworthiness.

Thus, the court did not err in admitting the report on this basis.

However, having determined the accident report is admissible as an exception to the hearsay rule, we still must determine if the accident report contained expert opinions which should have been excluded.

The report contains a section, “INVESTIGATOR'S NARRATIVE OPINION OF WHAT HAPPENED,” in which Peoples wrote: Unit # 1 and Unit # 2 were traveling south on FR 39. Unit # 1 [proceeded] to turn left into a private drive as Unit # 2 struck Unit # 1 causing the above mentioned damage. Unit # 2 also struck a guard rail.

The report further contains a section entitled “FACTORS AND CONDITIONS LISTED ARE THE INVESTIGATOR'S OPINION.”

Peoples chose item 26, “FAILED TO PASS TO LEFT SAFELY” as a “Unit # 2” factor contributing to the accident.

The report also has a hand-drawn sketch showing how the collision occurred.

Thus, the report does contain the officer's opinions regarding causation.

Rule 803(8) is substantively identical to Federal Rule 803(8).

Compare tex.R. Evid. 803(8) with fed.R.Evid. 803(8).

The United States Supreme Court in Beech Aircraft Corp. v. Rainey, considered whether the term “factual findings” in Federal Rule 803(8) encompasses “opinions” or “conclusions.” Beech Aircraft Corp. v. Rainey, 488 U.S. 153, 162, 109 S.Ct. 439, 446, 102 L.Ed.2d 445 (1988).

The Court interpreted the Rule broadly, noting that it does not state that “factual findings” are admissible, but rather that “reports ․ setting forth ․ factual findings” are admissible. Id. at 165, 109 S.Ct. at 447.

The Court went on to hold that “portions of investigatory reports otherwise admissible under Rule 803(8)(C) are not inadmissible merely because they state a conclusion or opinion.

As long as the conclusion is based on a factual investigation and satisfies the Rule's trustworthiness requirement, it should be admissible along with other portions of the report.” Id. at 170, 109 S.Ct. at 450.4

We see no reason to distinguish our Rule 803(8) from Federal Rule 803(8).

The officer's conclusions and opinions stated within the report are based on his factual investigation of the accident.

As stated earlier, no challenge was made to the trustworthiness of the report.

Thus, issue one is overruled. PLAINTIFFS' NOTICE OF FILING BUSINESS RECORDS

Please take notice that pursuant to Rules 803(6) and 902(10) of the Texas Rules of Evidence,

Plaintiffs are filing with papers of this cause the following business records attached hereto as Exhibit A:

a) Certified copy of Crash Report for accident that occurred September 02, 2015.

Further, pursuant to Rule 902(10)(a) of the Texas Rules of Civil Evidence, these records will be made available by the Clerk of the Court to counsel for all parties to this litigation for inspection and copying at the expense of the counsel requesting such copies.

J. ROB LOAR — Texas Bar No. 24081007

212 W. Spring Valley Road

Plaintiff — LOAR — sanctions-contempt

order — denying withdraw

PLAINTIFFS’ MOTION TO EXCLUDE OPINION TESTIMONY OF OFFICER JERRY WAYNE PETERS II AND TO REDACT POLICE REPORT

Brennan Clay Texas Bar No. 24105609

Mohamad Said Texas Bar No. 24061101

John Sherwood Texas Bar No. 1854700 ^^^ 3 jury douches EQUIVOCAL V. UNEQUIVOCAL BIAS & "veniremember"

CAUSE NO. CC-17-00574-A

PLAINTIFFS MOTION TO EXCLUDE EVIDENCE OF DART'S POLICE REPORT

Russel Earl Wyatt — DART, ^^ transcript

"Plaintiffs counsel is filing this motion to exclude DART‘s police report which is attached under exhibit A and incorporated herein by reference. Because the report is completely inaccurate and will not assist the trier in fact in making a decision on this case."

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