#when i tell you how fast i clocked that in the Simpsons

[ingravinoveritas]

If I had a nickel for every time a David Tennant character called a wee child a timorous beastie in a Scottish accent, I'd have two nickels, but it's weird that it happened twice...

#david tennant #soft scottish hipster gigolo #doctor who #tenth doctor #the simpsons #when i tell you how fast i clocked that in the Simpsons #either one of the writing staff is a huge DW nerd or David ad libbed it #and i am here for it #Karen Gillan did a voice in this episode so it was a major DW reunion #bless #also thank God for subtitles #incomprehensible excessive Scottishness FTW #lolz #cinematic parallels #gif by me

[callsign-daydream]

The Breaking Point - TGM - Hangman X OC

Summary: Hallie and Jake are assigned to a difficult night mission. With training sessions not going well, the two aviators are near their limit. But, exhaustion might be what they need to finally come to terms with their feelings for each other.

Warnings/Content: Hangman x OC, OC included (about her here), dangerous mission alluded to, angst to fluff, kissing maybe?

Word Count: ~1150

A/N: These two are so stubborn, an extreme situation is the only thing that would make them actually admit their feelings...so naturally I decided to put them in an extreme situation to admit their feelings. Just one of a couple little Christmas surprises for you all! Enjoy!

A singular sliver of moonlight broke through the blinds and spilled over the room’s floor. The cracked base couch offered no support, but Jake didn’t care. The sound of Hallie’s footsteps failed to rouse his head from his hands. He didn’t ask for the lights. He didn’t move when she sunk into the overused cushions beside him.

They sat there for several minutes with only the sound of their breath and the ticking of the clock on the wall.

For once, Jake Seresin didn’t have the courage to speak first.

Heavy boots thudded into the room.

“Go home, you two.” Maverick’s voice sliced through the air. “Get some rest. I’ll talk to Admiral Simpson tomorrow.”

He was gone as fast as he came. Jake almost smirked at the man’s eagerness for speed on land and in the air. Almost. The words hung around his neck with the rest of the mission. It had to be bad when even Maverick thought the assignment was impossible.

Hallie’s voice made him jump as she whispered into the darkness.

“Do you think we can really do this?”

He couldn’t move or talk. It felt like he was in g-LOC. Even as he felt her eyes on him, he couldn’t bring himself to answer. Apparently, the silence was enough of a response for her. 

Her head dropped to his shoulder, breath shuddering through her body. A vague apple scent drifted from her hair and made him dizzy. Leave it to Hallie to make sure she smelled good after a close run like that. He could feel her heartbeat in her forehead, pounding out the last shreds of adrenaline from yet another failed night training session. At least he thought it was her heart and not his own. Maybe it was both.

He had no words to comfort her. Instead, he decided to pull her close and hold her until they felt whole again.

And then she embraced him back, and instead of feeling hollow, he felt as jittery as the time he’d knocked back five Red Bulls in ten minutes on a bet (that he’d won).

Jake didn’t know how long they stayed there. All he knew was that she was safe and warm, and he didn’t care if he never flew another mission if it meant being right here in this room, even with the spring stabbing his back and his stomach threatening to growl.

“Hal?” He whispered.

“Hm?”

“If anyone can do it…it’s you and me.”

Her turn to be quiet.

The AC jolted on with a grumble, and Jake pulled back to look at her. He noticed how close they were. She clearly did too. It was too close for the unspoken “work friends” agreement, but neither of them moved to stop it.

“Whatever happens up there,” he said, “I’ll be right there for you.”

Hallie gave a small nod. He could tell she was doing her best not to cry.

“I promise.”

She sniffed, then gave a small smirk in an attempt to lighten the weight of the room. “Only up there, right?”

Any other day or place, and he’d dive right into the joke. But here, with only two shards of moonlight washing over half her face, Jake wasn’t ready to be Hangman. Not on this mission. Not on the job that could end everything for both of them. If this was the end, he wouldn’t dare let her go until she knew that he’d fight the clouds for her.

He tightened his grip. “Anywhere. I’m here for you, Hal. I always will be.”

She looked up. “Don’t say that.”

“Why?”

“It’ll just make things harder.”

“That’s an excuse and you know it.”

“It’s not.” She looked away. “Not on this mission.”

He thought her tone would break him. Hallie never talked about a mission like that. Even the near-fatal, illegal radiation facility she and Phoenix had hit last month had been nothing more than an exciting challenge to her, despite it making Jake want to pull his hair out.

She sounded small, when she was larger than life. Otherworldly, he thought, as the moon caught a glint of amber in her brown eyes. He’d originally called her “Dreamgirl” as a prodding play on her callsign, but it’d slowly turned into his reality. She was a dream for him. A dream he couldn’t bear waking up from.

He turned her back, and she didn’t object to his hand on the back of her neck.

“It won’t be harder than trying to pretend I don’t want to kiss you every day.”

She stared, clearly searching for words. He loved catching her off guard, then watching her eyebrows twitch as she puzzled through some comeback like it was the deepest mystery of the world.

When he caught her eyes flit down for a nanosecond, he couldn’t hold back.

“Tell me to stop.”

She didn’t.

He was kissing her. And then she was kissing him back, and Jake Seresin didn’t care about the near-suicide mission only a week away or that Javy had puked all over his favorite shirt last week or that they were probably in clear view of a security camera. All that mattered was the feeling of Hallie’s lips on his and the fact that he wanted to experience it every day for the rest of his life.

When they parted, her eyes were wide. He brushed his thumb over her cheek and wondered how she could be so sharp in the skies and so soft here. He hoped the latter could be saved just for him.

“Now what?” She whispered.

He couldn’t help but smirk at that. “I guess we need to go home and sleep.”

“I guess so.”

“But I don’t want to leave you now.”

Hallie rolled her eyes and stood. “I bet you’re going to expect me to invite you to spend the night.”

“No.” He stood and grabbed her hand as they strolled out. “I was going to invite you to come with me.”

“And what if I say no?”

“You want me to die of heartbreak?”

“You’re ridiculous.”

“Hey, you kissed me too, so you’re just as bad.”

“It was a pity kiss.”

“I'll take it.”

She paused to look at him as they stepped out into the first beginnings of the California morning. The sky on the horizon was beginning to brighten, giving Hallie a backdrop of deep indigo against the green of her suit.

“Try anything funny, and I kick you out to your own couch.”

He saluted. “Whatever you say, Dreamgirl.”

She laughed and rolled her eyes. All Jake could do was grin and give her hand a kiss. Maybe this mission would turn out alright after all.

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#daydream writes #top gun maverick #top gun maverick fic #top gun fanfiction #oc: hallie a jones #top gun oc #hangman x oc #jake seresin x oc #hallie daydream a jones #jake hangman seresin #oneshot

[nari-nim]

rain, check (f)

Treasure Mashiho x Y/N

You wake up early to meet the summer rain and your beloved. 

request: “Hello 👋🏻 I'm sending you this request for Mashiho because you asked hope I don't be a bother☺️ can I request a fluff with#16 #20 #30 from the fluffy prompt thanks in return, beside that I like your writings a lot you are so good anyways have a nice day 😊💕”

author’s note: I recommend you to listen to golden thing by Cody Simpson while reading. This song is a bit bittersweet for me, but the vibes are spot on for this piece. Lately, I’ve been in such a mood to write some slice of life pieces! And, to anon and every person who has requested/wants to request, you are never a bother! I truly appreciate your messages :)

6:34 am

Go, go. Your finger traced the path of your chosen raindrop sliding down the windowpane, passively cheering it on as it absorbs smaller droplets that stood in its path. 

Going and gone. It melted into the window sill. You softly sighed, eyes flicking to the clock on the coffee table. 6:34 am.

Ugh. You weren’t always a morning person, but the crazy time difference between home and Mashiho’s overseas promotion locations inspired your new early rising routines to match his activity. Naps are now the best thing in the world, only second Mashiho’s smiles, you had decided.

Sighing, you slid down into the couch until your back was on the seating, legs lazily kicking up to the air, toes wiggling through your socks. With the world upside down, the sky felt bigger through the window. The stormy drizzle seemed stronger. 

You checked your phone again to see your boyfriend’s status. The gray dot next to his name remained stoic, unchanging. Pouting, you placed the phone down on your chest, meeting the fabric of Mashiho’s hoodie you had “borrowed” for the last few days. He always smelled so good, you mused as you inhaled into the fabric. It’s good that he’s coming back tomorrow night. The scents of lilac linen against a note of woodsy cologne was fading.

Your phone buzzed. You gasped, quickly checking the notification. Mashiho was calling.

You bit back a squeal. The only thing getting you through the long distance was your daily calls, filled with laughter, updates, and sweet reminders. 

You tapped the green “accept” button a few times too fast.

“Mashi!” You said, smiling ear to ear, all feelings of drowsiness gone. “Hi!”

“Hi love,” Mashiho voice sounded so soothing to your ears. “How are you? Tired?”

“Nope,” you responded. “Not anymore now that I hear your voice.”

“Wow, y/n, so cheesy,” Mashuhi softly chuckled, bringing a slight blush to your cheeks. Four months and he still has this effect on you.

“Never mind that. How has your day been so far?” You got up to pace the room, fingers running through your hair subconsciously. 

“It’s raining.” It sounded like it. He must’ve been calling from outside, since you also heard the platter of raindrops from his end.

“Descriptive.” You commented, plopping back down on the couch, pressing your nose against the glass. Although the soft morning sun was breaking through the gloomy clouds, but the rain was unrelenting. “It is here for me, too.”

“I bet, oh, hold on—“

You heard a car door shut in the background, someone (Junkyu, it sounded like) saying “here, have mine” to him. You heard Mashiho decline, stating he has his own umbrella, and the sound of the said item unfurling.

After a few seconds of shuffling, he chimed, “Say, y/n, is kissing in the rain even that great?”

You paused, taken aback by his sudden question. “Dunno, never tried. Why are you acting so weird?”

Mashiho chose to ignore your questions with a light laugh. “I think it’ll just be like those Japanese dramas I watch. Like it’s peak romance.”

It’s your turn to chuckle a bit. “Um, okay. Is this you trying to get us to kiss in the rain?”

“Mmhhh...maybe? Maybe not.”

“You’ll have to be here in the first place for that. Tell me when you get home and that’ll be the first thing we do.”

“Great because, well, I’m home.”

“What?”

You shot out of the couch.

“I lied about the postponed flight. Surprise!”

“WHAT?”

“Come outside, love.”

You would nag at his cheeky ass later. Right now, you were overjoyed. Heart pounding, your hands shook a little from excitement as you threw open the front door.

And there he was, looking radiant and beautiful in the early morning sunshine, his wide smile dissipating the gloom. In the heat of the moment, you spring out across the lawn and into his arms. Mashiho dropped his umbrella to easily pick you up, spinning you around, laughing in delight. The world spun quite literally, with him at the center. 

He set you down, the two of you so close, his body warm through the chill of the rain now soaking you both. His nose brushed yours gently before he leaned in and kissed you, urgently at first, you kissing back with fervor. 

I missed you, his kiss said. So much, yours responded.

The two of you broke away. You giggled in disbelief, arms wrapping tighter around his shoulders to check if this was a dream. It wasn’t. 

Mashiho brought his hands up from your waist and cupped your cheeks. He leaned in again for another kiss, this one sweet and gentle, savoring the moment. You couldn’t help but smile into the kiss, lips quirking against his. He chuckled, rubbing his thumbs across your cheekbone. Before he could pull away, you chased after his lips, bringing him back in for one final kiss. 

The rain splattered against your bare legs. Past your drenched cloths, you both looked like you just got out of the shower. But all you could think about was how warm his lips are against yours, how the world around you was washed away, how this moment was just for you and Mashiho.

Kissing in the rain might just be that great. 

#treasure mashiho #mashiho #treasure mashiho fluff #mashiho fluff #tm.network #treasure mashiho scenarios #treasure mashiho imagines #takata mashiho #treasure fluff #takata mashiho scenarios #treasure scenarios #mashiho scenarios

[nsokolow]

Talladega Nights: Mystery Beyond the Track-Ch. 2

Julie’s Simpsons alarm clock woke her up right when it was supposed to. Remembering she got the job, she immediately perked up as she slammed down the “off” button on the clock. Having slept in her clothes, she pulled her duffel bag out from under her fold-out bed, took a look at the few clothes she had with her, pulled out a Hello Kitty shirt, and considered wearing it. She however remembered she was going to be wearing a uniform at her new job, so she decided to wear what she had on and drove over to NASCAR.

As Julie pulled into the parking lot in her teal-colored Toyota, she took a deep breath. A new chapter of her life was beginning. She had heard of NASCAR here and there throughout her life, but never before had she imagined working for them. She was super proud to be working for a famous company that involved car races.

Julie walked inside a building and to the ticket booth. Understandably, nobody was in the booth. She turned to her left to see Jesse Andrews walking towards her with a small smile.

“Hey, Julie. Thanks for coming on time,” said Jesse.

“You’re welcome!”

Confused by Julie’s enthusiasm, Jesse shrugged off the feeling and continued talking. “So, I’ll walk you down to the women’s bathroom, which is next to where your uniform is, and then after you change, I’ll show you which garage you’ll clean first before you move outside…unless the other janitors already finished cleaning outside.”

“Yay! Thanks man!” Julie lifted up her hand for a high five…that she didn’t get. Dang it! Just like the attempted fist-bump!

Julie was led to the bathroom and she changed into her uniform, which consisted of a light blue, short-sleeved button-down shirt and dark blue slacks. She then left her clothes on the tool table and continued to follow Jesse towards the garage she was to clean.

When they arrived at said garage, Julie saw Ricky Bobby’s pit crew were right there examining the car, looking as if they were about to fix Ricky’s car. They were now out of their uniforms, though she recognized them right away. Jesse grabbed a broom that was rested on the wall, handed it to Julie, then walked out of the garage.

Julie looked back at him, shrugged her shoulders, then began sweeping the floor while she watched the pit crew talk about the car.

“I can’t believe this happened right when Ricky returned.” The crew chief, a tall, bald, dark-skinned man shook his head as he lifted up the bent up hood of the car. He looked at the damaged engine.

A balding man, who was shorter and had lighter skin and small eyes, put his hand on the top of the car and stared at it. “It might be totaled. The engine’ll make it, but I don’t know what to make of the rest of the car.

Another man, who had a more fit build and almond shaped eyes, looked at the back of the car. “The back isn’t much better, either. I can’t believe this!”

The one with the last name, “Muncie,” a slender man with straight light brown hair and blue eyes, and the only one whose last name she remembered, smiled. “Don’t worry! As long as we have friendship, heart, and teamwork, we’ll make it through this!”

“Or how about we give you a good beating to get us warmed up,” replied Almond-Shaped Eyes.

Julie felt really bad for Muncie.

“Friendship, heart, and teamwork helped me through a lot of things!” Julie said with a smile. She was a little angry as well, but she didn’t show it.

The pit crew turned around and looked at her. Crew Chief, Small Eyes, and Almond-Shaped Eyes looked back at Julie with confused expressions, while Muncie smiled in appreciation of the remark.

“Are you new here, Miss?” asked Crew Chief.

“Yeah! Today’s my first day! I’m Julie! Who are you?” Julie smiled pleasantly.

Crew Chief sighed. “I’m Lucius. I’m Ricky Bobby’s crew chief. Nice to meet you, Julie.”

“I’m Hershel.” Small Eyes said with a mild smile.

“I’m Kyle.” Almond-Shaped Eyes said with a straight expression.

“I’m Glenn! It’s a pleasure to meet you!” Muncie smiled as he extended his hand.

Julie’s pulse quickened as she looked into his eyes and shook his hand. “Hi! You too!”

“Boys, we’re gonna need to get a new hood.” Lucius announced.

“Oh, for sure!” Hershel said as he and Kyle turned back to the car.

Glenn smiled and waved at Julie before he turned around. Julie continued to sweep with more pep in her step.

“Okay, it’s time for your hour lunch break, Julie.”

Julie, who had been picking up trash with a four foot long trash picker and putting it in a tilt truck, turned around to see Jesse.

“Wait, what time is it?” Julie asked, surprised.

“Noon.”

“Really?”

Jesse nodded.

Julie spoke again as Jesse turned and walked away, “By the way, we never really talked about how long my shifts are and how many days a week I’ll be working. Not trying to tell you how to do your job…just…it would be nice to know, hehe.”

Jesse stopped and turned around. He thoughtfully turned his eyes upward as he mumbled numbers and moved his fingers. “We don’t have another race until next week, but Ricky and Jean’s cars are going to be worked on until then, our only janitors are currently you, me, and another guy, so how about you show up for the next two days from eight a.m. to two p.m.. I did schedule you from eight a.m. to two p.m. today. Sorry; I should’ve told you sooner.”

“It’s okay…I’m just happy I have a job.” Julie smiled pleasantly.

Julie ordered French fries from a Burger King. She then drove back to the Talladega Superspeedway, approached the empty bleachers, sat at the second-to-front row, said grace, then ate her fries.

“You went to Burger King?” a familiar man’s voice asked.

Julie turned to her right and saw Glenn standing to her right at the sides of the bleachers. He was holding a paper bag with his name written on it, the colors of the letters alternating from blue to green.

“Oh, yeah!” replied Julie, “It’s my favorite fast food place! You want a French fry?”

“Oh, no thank you! I went to Burger King earlier, and I already have French fries to go with my cheeseburger and Gatorade. What else did you order?”

“Oh, just fries.” Julie said casually before she bit into another French fry.

“That’s it?” Glenn’s face dropped into a concerned look. “Why?”

“Oh, I’m just trying to save money. I’ve been unemployed for a long time, and I’ve been trying to conserve money, and my last job didn’t pay too well—“

“—Do you want to have half of my cheeseburger?” Glenn got up onto the bleachers and walked over to Julie.

Stunned at Glenn’s offer, Julie didn’t know what to say for a few seconds.

“Really? Thanks!” Julie said as she took the half of Glenn’s burger he tore off and handed to her.

“So, uh, what brings you to Talladega?” Glenn asked a bit shyly as he sat next to Julie.

“Well, I just moved to North Carolina, and I wanted to get involved with the new place I live in, and I found out online that there were some janitorial and mechanic positions open for NASCAR, so I sprung for the race to have fun and ask for a job.”

“Really? Nice! How come you didn’t apply for a mechanic job?” Glenn asked, still not having eaten one bite of his lunch yet.

“Well, one of the security guards said that being a NASCAR mechanic is a tough business to break into, and that it’s a boys’ club.”

“Well, you’re not wrong. I don’t think there’s ever been a female pit crew member before.”

“Well, I don’t mind being a janitor!” Julie bit into her cheeseburger. “It’s kind of relaxing.”

Glenn started. “Oh! I forgot to say grace!”

“Dear Jesus…” Glenn began as he folded his hands and closed his eyes. “…thank you for this food, please bless this food, and thank you for Burger King. Thank you for Lucius, Kyle, Hershel, Ricky, and Julie. Amen.”

Julie blushed at herself being named in the prayer. “Amen. So, you pray before meals, too?”

“Of course! There’s a lot of Christians in the South.”

“I heard about that; I didn’t know a lot of other Christians where I’m from, which is Southern California.”

Glenn gasped dramatically. “Do you know any actors or singers? Did you grow up with any?”

“Well…a friend took me to an Avril Lavigne concert, and she high-fived me when she ran across the stage and high-fived the front-row people. I didn’t wash that hand for a week, and that almost got me fired from a grocery store I used to work at because I was blamed for a coworker getting the flu. Turned out it was expired meat she bought from the store. My boss was sued and the store closed down.”

“Wow! That’s amazing! Not that you got fired, but Avril Lavigne! She’s cool! Like her song goes, why do people have to make things so complicated?”

“You’re pretty insightful!” Julie said as she took the last bite of her cheeseburger.

“Thanks! Lucius says I’m like a creepy little greeting card.” Glenn smiled, not at all insulted at what Lucius said. “The only creepy thing I ever did was stalk an ex-girlfriend.”

Julie burst out laughing. “You were a stalker? Did you like, cut her hair in her sleep and smell it every night before bed?”

Glenn chuckled. “Well, I would watch her from my car when she was at work or at her house. When I accidentally missed a day of work when I stalked her, I realized I needed help. I got therapy, and I learned the reason why I was holding onto her so much was because she was my first girlfriend, and I thought we would be together forever because I thought life was like Disney movies. I haven’t stalked her in months, and I don’t have feelings for her anymore. Besides, she turned out to be a Nazi sympathizer. I guess I should’ve noticed something was wrong, because when she and her friends waved at each other, it looked pretty stiff, and people would glare at us.

“Sheesh! Didn’t one of the janitors get fired for being a skinhead? I read that online.”

“Yeah, he and my ex-girlfriend are dating now.”

“Wow!” Julie grabbed a few fries and took a bite.

“So, what brings you to North Carolina?” asked Glenn before he took a drink of Gatorade.

A surge of panic painfully hit Julie. “Uh, I…needed to get away.”

“Oh! So you needed a change of pace?”

Julie grinned nervously. “That’s one way to put it.”

After a minute of Julie and Glenn eating in silence, Julie ate her last French fry.

“When do you get off work?” asked Julie.

“Well, me and the rest of the pit crew weren’t scheduled to be here today, but I’m planning on leaving around four. What about you?”

“I get off work at two. When we’re both off work, I was thinking…you know this skate park that’s a few minutes away from here?”

“Yeah! Klakston Park!”

“I was thinking…if you have a skateboard or bike or something…do you maybe wanna meet there after work? I’d bring my skateboard…”

“Really? Sure!” Glenn replied with an enthusiastic smile. “Four-fifteen?”

“Okay!”

“Glenn!” Hershel appeared in front of them. “You gotta check this out man! There was less damage than we thought!”

“Okay! I’m coming!” Glenn got up and followed Hershel. He turned back to Julie and waved. “Bye, Julie! See you at four-fifteen!”

“See you, Glenn!” Julie waved back.

“Well, well, well! You and the janitor seem to be getting along very nicely!” Hershel remarked as soon as they were out of Julie’s vicinity.

Glenn chuckled softly and looked down.

“Guess what? Our sweet little Glenn here is a stud! He already has a date with the new janitor!” Hershel announced as soon as they entered the garage.

A little embarrassed, Glenn grinned and turned to the side.

There was a collective, “Ah!” from the rest of the pit crew members…except Lucius, who pleasantly smiled, looked down, and shook his head.

“She’s very nice; she just moved here from California.” Glenn piped up.

Hershel perked up. “Does she know any movie stars or singers?”

Glenn was thrilled to be asked questions about her. “Well, no, but she saw Avril—“

“—Why’d she move from California?” asked Kyle.

“Well, she said she needed to get away, and when I asked if she needed a change of pace, she said that was one way to put it. She’s like a shooting star, daring to burst away from where she used to be and zooming off to the new adventure that is NASCAR!”

A long silence ensued.

“Glenn,” Lucius said, “Did she get any more specific about why she moved here?”

“Well, no, but—“

“Be careful, Glenn. You don’t know this girl too well yet.”

#talladega nights the ballad of ricky bobby #fanfiction #oc #jack mcbrayer #michael clarke duncan #david koechner #ian roberts #glenn #kyle #lucius #hershel #nascar

[littlemissvincentvega]

Hiii if you’re taking requests can you write something where Vincent’s gf gets taken hostage and Vince goes into protective/pissed off mode? maybe some smut?

yesss of course omg ♥ sorry this took so long, i’m working on a few requests right now! :)

You sniffle, your cheeks stained from dried tears mixed with crusty mascara. “Stop fucking crying,” the lady snaps, throwing an evil scowl at you. The guy in the corner gives you an almost sympathetic look when he glances at you, but you doubt he’d step up and do anything.

You’re sitting at a grotty wooden table, hands and ankles both cuffed. Two henchmen-type fellows are standing either side of you, making sure you don’t try anything, the nasty lady is sitting opposite you, looking you up & down and the sympathetic-looking guy is standing beside the door, presumably guarding it. There’s not really anything to the room– it’s cramped, dimly lit and stinks of piss and cheap cigarettes… hardly a palace, to say the least.

Meanwhile, your boyfriend Vincent is pacing up & down the hall in your apartment– he had gone there to see you as a surprise, but clearly it hadn’t gone to plan. “Come on, Jules, pick up, Goddammit!” he growls to himself, phone pressed against his ear. Vince knew something had happened to you, and he suspected it had something to do with an asshole he and Jules were supposed to be assassinating in the next couple of weeks. 

“Hello?”

“You gotta help me, man, (Y/N), she’s– she’s not home!”

“Man, what the fuck you doin’ callin’ me at this time? What time is it–” Jules scoffs, fumbling around to check the clock, “–fuckin’ almost four in the morning?”

“Did you not just fuckin’ hear me? Somethin’s happened to her, I know it!” Vince cries, clear panic in his shaky voice.

“Alright, alright. You at hers?”

“Yeah.”

Jules sighs in deep thought. He was used to thinking fast when something bad happened (which was, in all honesty, pretty frequent considering he worked with Vincent). “Right, you got the details about… damn, what’s his name– Samuels? Somethin’ Samuels?”

“Yeah, I know who you mean. Yeah, I do.”

“You got his address?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay, here’s what you gotta do, Vince– are you listening?”

“I’m listenin’, Christ,” says Vincent impatiently.

“Don’t blaspheme to me,” Jules growls. “Okay, go get his address from whatever shitty napkin you wrote his details on– see, motherfucker, I told you you should’a used paper!”

“Fuckin’ hurry up, man, I mean, she could be in danger!” Vince urges, fumbling through his coat pockets trying to find the napkin.

“Right. If it is him, which I’m pretty sure it might be, he has connections to Marsellus as we both know. And if he has connections to him, he can probably get ahold of our shit too, fuck knows how though. If he knows what’s important to you besides your precious hair, he knows who the fuck to take hostage. I don’t know, just a wild guess, so I’d go to his place fuckin’ pronto if I were you.”

“Yeah, man, that makes sense– I swear to God,” Vince scowls, clenching his fist around the napkin, “if he’s got my fuckin’ girl, I’ma shoot him right in his goddamn asshole.”

“Don’t blame ya. I’ll meet you there, you ain’t going alone,” Jules says, hanging up the phone before Vince can protest.

Not even ten minutes pass and the two hitmen reunite at Jules’ place– Vincent, in such a panicked temper, had ran (something he literally never does) to his car and sped well over the speed limit to Inglewood, where Jules lived. “Get in, hurry,” Vincent says as he pulls up, his cherry-red car screeching to a halt. A determined, fierce expression is wiped across his face. “Thanks, man,” he adds as Jules gets in the passenger seat.

“No worries. If I’m honest, I was already awake,” Jules admits, his colleague screeching back onto the road, a tiny bit calmer than before– company always helped when he was mad.

“Yeah? Why?”

“Watchin’ TV,” he says, flicking the radio on.

Vincent glances at him with a curious smile. “What were you watchin’?”

“The Simpsons.” Jules says this with such a serious face that Vince lets out an almost-chuckle. It wasn’t much, but Jules was helping lighten the mood a little.

“Ah. You got the address?”

“Uh-huh.”

For the rest of the car journey, they enjoy a bit of casual back and forth while Jules gives Vincent directions, the car screeching round corners in the quiet ambience of the night. Once again, Vincent slams his foot on the brake as they arrive at this ‘Samuels’ guy’s place– a grotty-looking apartment complex in what’ known as a ‘bad part of town’. “You got the room number?” asks Vince, looking up at the building.

“Twenny-two.”

“A’ight,” says Vincent, marching into the complex and making a beeline for the stairs. “No fuckin’ time for elevators,” he continues to a shocked Jules, “if that piece’a shit’s got my girl, I’m not waitin’ around for a death box to take us there.”

Jules tails his colleague up the staircase, truthfully taken aback by his determination and anger. “Fair do’s, man.”

It doesn’t take long for them to reach the third floor, and although Vincent had already started panting by the second floor, he loads his gun while marching to apartment No. 22. Jules joins him, loading his gun too. “You cool?” he asks.

“Yeah, I’m cool.”

Vincent waits a few moments, mentally preparing himself, before rapping aggressively on the door. You hear it from the room you’re in– a distant, muffled knocking. “Go and answer it,” orders the lady to one of the henchmen, and he instantly heads out of the door, closing it behind him with care. For somebody so tall and tough-looking, his obedience towards the woman definitely shows. You watch him with anxious curiosity as he leaves the room– his thick arms are heavily tattooed and he’s wearing a sweaty white vest with ratty old jeans. Needless to say, you wouldn’t fuck with him if you met him in a dark alley.

The man opens the door slightly, eyeballing the two hitmen suspiciously. “Yeah?”

“Who the fuck are you?” scowls Vincent, studying the guy’s stern face.

“‘Scuse me?”

Jules clears his throat. “I think you’d better let us in.” He discreetly shows the man his gun, aiming it at his stomach.

The guy’s eyes widen a little as he spots the gun and he shuffles aside, not breaking eye contact with Jules, to let them past. “Come in,” he mutters, closing the door behind them. “ANNIE!”

You hear him yell from the room you’re in, and can only assume the lady’s name is Annie (they hadn’t told you anything) as she marches out of the room after hissing at the two remaining guys to not let you utter a word. By now, your legs are numb and cold and you pray that whoever’s out there can do something to help.

Annie emerges from the back room, a scowl on her face and hands on her hips. “Can I help you?” she asks, looking the two hitmen up & down.

Vincent, pointing his gun at her, scoffs. “You know damn fuckin’ well what we’re here for– where is she?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Back in the room you’re in, you can barely hear the muffled voices, unable to tell who it is. 

Suddenly, a wave of panic strikes you as you get the familiar sensation of an incoming sneeze– a vague tingling in your nose. Your eyelashes flutter as you erupt with a HUGE sneeze, almost screaming ‘WAAHCHOO!’ as your head jerks forward with it. The two men still in the room with you look at each other like dumbasses, unsure of how to react.

Although fairly far away, Vincent hears that familiar sneeze he always giggles at and something in his brain snaps– he shoves Annie and her henchman out of the way and staggers around the place in a rush, Jules following him with his gun pointed at the two. “BABY!?!” calls Vince, looking all around. You hear him, but with the threatening looks the two guys are giving you, you keep your mouth shut. “You tell me where the fuck she is, or I swear to God–” your boyfriend growls, getting all up in Annie’s face about it. As the henchman tries to intervene, Jules decides he’ll save some time and shoots the guy in the stomach, leaving him to writhe around on the floor in agony, blood pooling beside him. As far as he was concerned, it only meant they’d probably have one less person to assassinate on that upcoming job.

“Thanks, man,” says Vince, his own gun aimed at Annie’s forehead. He turns back to her. “Take me to her.”

She doesn’t say a word, surprisingly, and, taking one frightened glance at her henchman, leads the two to the room you’re in. You hear footsteps and a few moments later, Vincent kicks open the door. “(Y/N)!” he gasps, lowering his gun.

“Hey, motherfucker, don’t put that thing away, stupid ass!” Jules chokes, giving him a classic ‘Vince-what-the-fuck-are-you-doing?!’ look.

You sit there, stunned, not knowing what to do– terrified, your head snaps from Annie, then to the two men, then to Jules & Vincent. “Uh… hi?” you say timidly, looking at your boyfriend.

“You,” he says to the other henchman guy standing behind you, “hands up, stand next to the bitch.” Admittedly, it’s a bit of a turn-on seeing Vincent like this– his face is sterner than you’ve ever seen it. He watches the guy shuffle over to Annie, holding his hands up, shaking slightly. By now, the two men that had been guarding the door and yourself are standing by the door with Annie, Vincent & Jules pointing their guns at them. “Okay,” he continues, “ya little bitch. Gimme the fuckin’ key to those cuffs you got my girl in.”

“Slowly– and don’t you fuckin’ dare think of try’na whip out a gun or some shit, or you’ll get a motherfuckin’ bullet straight through your head,” Jules threatens, giving Annie that familiar harsh stare. 

She scoffs and fumbles around in her blazer pocket (for a room as revolting as this one, she doesn’t look like she belongs there, the blazer looks expensive to you). Vincent holds out his hand, giving her a dirty look as she yanks her hand out and drops the keys. “Alright, now all of you turn around, face the wall ‘n’ put your hands flat against it,” he orders, and they do so.

He nods at Jules to keep an eye on them, Jules returning it, then lowers his gun and marches over to you. Carefully, Vince uncuffs you and tosses the handcuffs at the wall behind you. “Alright,” he growls, “sugar tits, AKA beautiful girl in the chair– hold onto my arm, I’ll escort you out.”

Tentative in case the three do anything, you wrap your arms around Vince’s, though not taking your eyes off of them. “We’re goin’. But don’t move a fuckin’ muscle or I swear to fuckin’ Christ you’ll get a bullet in your brain.” Frowning, he leads you past them and out of the door, Jules kicking it shut behind you.

“C’mon, let’s get the fuck outta here,” says Jules, and the three of you hurry down the stairs and out of the building, Vince carrying you to his car. “Wonder where the Samuels guy is.”

Vincent scoffs as he lowers you in the passenger seat. “Poor fucker probably left the country tryin’ to avoid that crusty old bitch.”

“Wouldn’t blame him, man,” chuckles Jules, getting in the backseat.

The car ride to Jules’ place was almost silent, the only sound coming from the radio, which Vince had put on low. “G’night, man. Call me tomorrow, and motherfucker– drive safely.”

“Yeah, I will. Thanks, man,” Vince replies, smiling tiredly. You both wave him off and ride home, his hand cupping your knee warmly.

As he pulls up on his drive, you take his hand and roll up his sleeve, checking his watch. “Jesus Christ, it’s almost five-thirty,” you sigh. He looks down at you, looking exhausted.

“I’m sorry, baby.”

“S’not your fault, Vince,” you say softly, holding his hand in your lap.

He sniggers slightly. “Heh. Snot.” The two of you sit in his car for a moment, sharing relief, before he gets out and unlocks his front door. You trail after him, your legs aching from being sat cuffed in that chair for so long, and he wraps an arm around your waist, following you to the kitchen. He picks you up and places you on the counter top, fetches a chocolate bar from the cupboard and hands it to you. “This is to say I’m sorry for lettin’ them… y’know.”

“I’m never gonna forgive you, asshole,” you smirk, pulling him closer so you can hug him.

For a second, his dumb ass believes you, and he rubs your thighs a little. “How can I repay you, fruitcake?” he asks, kissing your cheek over & over. “Y’know, aside from the chocolate.”

“I have an idea,” you smile, hopping off of the counter and skipping to Vincent’s bedroom. He follows you, a curious but smug expression on his face, and lies on his bed, hands behind his head. “Wait there,” you giggle, heading into his en-suite and closing the door behind you. As Vince waits, he lights himself a cigarette while you strip down to your underwear and freshen up your makeup in the mirror (he keeps spare in case you ever stay over and forget yours). 

Satisfied, you open the door and his face drops. Taking the cig out, Vince exhales shakily, his eyes roaming your body. “What–” he begins, but you interrupt.

“I don’t want you to fuck me, before you get any ideas,” you say, crawling onto the bed and straddling him. He caresses your thigh as you do so, eyes darting from yours to your boobs. “I want you to touch me and make me feel good.”

“What do I get outta this?” he asks, already massaging your tits through your bra.

“My forgiveness? And the comforting notion that you made me feel amazing?”

“Yeah, that and a fuckin’ stiffy I can’t do nothin’ about!”

“Babe, I sat in that fucking gross ass room for ages, wrists and ankles cuffed, and you’re complaining about having a hard on?” you scoff, feeling him filling out his pants beneath you.

“Until you grow a dick and feel the pain of not bein’ able to c– oh, Christ, baby,” he groans, growing harder as you take off your bra. “Those tits, I swear.”

“I know. Are you gonna touch me or just stare?”

“Well, what do you want me to do?”

You roll your eyes at your airhead of a man. “Babe, use your imagination, Christ, do I have to order you around?”

“Sorry, honeypie, c’mon,” he says, giving your ass a squeeze, “get off me so I can eat that amazin’ pussy of yours.”

Smiling, you do as he says, wiggling out of your panties. Vincent spreads your legs with a smirk, holding them open and making eyes at you. “Aw, baby doll, you’re gushin’ for me, aren’t you?” he purrs, rubbing your inner thighs.

“Yeah, for a change,” you tease, fondling your breasts in eagerness.

He moves closer to your pussy, lips inches away from your throbbing clit. “Stop bein’ a little shit or I won’t be doin’ nothin’ to this beautiful little cunt.”

“Sorry, daddy,” you gasp– for such a ditz, it’s a breath of fresh air when he finally takes control of you.

“Where to begin…” he wonders, then kisses your thighs sloppily, purposely avoiding your pussy. You grow wetter with each kiss, pining for the touch of his warm tongue. Seeing you in agony, he smirks. “Alright, I’ll eat ya out, baby, Christ.”

Running his tongue over his top lip, Vincent spreads your legs further apart, hands firmly on your thighs, and glides that moist tongue between your silky lips. He groans into your pussy as he melts into it, his warm spit mixing with your arousal. Squealing, you grab the duvet. “Feels so good, daddy…” you breathe, rocking your hips a little.

By now, Vincent is in the zone, all of his focus on you. He wraps his thick, hairy arms around your thighs, smirking as he slides his tongue up over your pulsating clit, making you gasp. “Is this what you wanted, baby girl?” he teases, kissing over your clit sloppily.

“M-mhm,” you stutter, almost writhing around in pleasure.

Growling in concentration, he returns to eating you out, determined and passionate. “There’s a good girl,” he smirks, pulling away for a moment before burying his lips and tongue in your dripping cunt. Not even thirty seconds later, your legs begin to tremble as you begin to orgasm, an uncontrollable moan escaping your lips. Vincent gently carries on as you climax, still smirking, until you finish. He wipes his mouth on his sleeve and strokes your leg lovingly before throwing you one of your silk nightdresses to put on. “Was that what you had in mind?” he asks, sniggering as he undresses down to his boxers and joining you in bed.

You drape his arm around you and cuddle up to his warm body. “Something like that. I’ll decide in the morning if you’re forgiven,” you smile, kissing his cheek.

“Sure, pumpkin pie,” he sighs, turning the lamp off. He kisses your temple softly and the two of you get a well-deserved rest.

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[studpuffin]

The Richie Diaries Chapter 2:

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Richie Tozier talks a lot. In fact, most of his friends would say one of his defining features, is that he never shuts the fuck up.

But right now Richie is speechless.

Not only is he completely at a loss for words, but he’s also mildly horrified that his estranged grandmother is three feet from him with an expectant smile on her face, like he’s supposed to start jumping for joy that he has yet another thing that’s going to make him a freak to his peers.

He’s barely surviving high school. How the fuck can anyone expect him to run a country?

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” It’s out of his mouth before he can find a nicer way to say it, although he does get a quick flash of joy at the horrified look on Claria’s face.

“I beg your pardon. Does your father let you get away with that language?”

“You can’t just waltz into my life and tell me this. And are you SURE you have the right person? I mean look at me!” he frantically gestures to himself in all his frizzy-haired, chipped nail polish, dirty sneakered glory.

His grandmother gives him a sympathetic smile, “Richard, I know this is a big change in your life. And I know that the adjustment won’t simply happen, but once you’re all settled in Genovia you’ll see it really isn’t-”

“I’m sorry what?!” Richie slumped lower in his seat, “Move to Genovia?”

“Of course,” She smiled in that cool, calculated that made Richie want to knock himself out on the heavy marble table, “You’ll meet parliament and get to know the traditions of the country.”

“Who said I was doing it?” he cut in quickly, “You can’t make me do this,” he shoved his chair away from the table, “No FUCKING way,” he grabbed his backpack and bolted from the room.

Half an hour later, Richie stomped into the apartment and was instantly furious with the scene in front of him. It wasn’t that the scene was particularly offensive or even that uncommon. Went and Mochi was curled up on the couch watching some Simpson’s rerun. What made Richie fume was that his father could act like life was completely normal when the world was clearly falling apart.

Richie slammed the door loudly, causing Went to look over from the television.

“Hey Rich. How was seeing grandma?”

That was the final straw, “Like you don’t know how it was,” Richie huffed, flinging his backpack into an empty chair, “You knew!” he rounded on his father who was giving him that look. The look parents give as if to say, ‘sorry for lying to you but I have an excuse.”

“Rich…”

“Oh no, you don’t get to make me feel bad for being mad. You lied to me! For 18 years!” He kicked off his sneakers, and shot up the stairs, his bedroom door slamming shut behind him, blocking him off from whatever excuses his father could have made.

Richie’s alarm blared the next morning, beeping loudly until he kicked it off the table near the foot of his bed, flinching as it crashed to the floor.

Fuck school today, he thought to himself, pulling the blankets over his head and tugging Mochi to his chest. He buried his face in his pillow, letting the events of yesterday circle around in his head.

This has to be a nightmare. That didn’t happen. He shifted onto his back, letting Mochi push her paws into his stomach and make herself comfortable. He lay there a few more moments longer until the grumbling of his stomach forced him out of bed.

The sight in his kitchen was not at all what he expected. His father was reading the paper and drinking coffee and sitting across from him was his grandmother, daintily eating a toaster waffle and sipping coffee.

His brain spun so fast, he felt a wave of panic and nausea rising in his stomach. This wasn’t supposed to happen. If they were in the same place that could only mean one thing.

They were going to make him do this.

“Dad...what’s going on?” he cautiously walked over to the counter and picked up a cup of coffee. His eyes darted quickly between his dad and grandmother. Wentworth looked up from his paper and ran a hand through his hair, much like Richie did when he was nervous.

“Rich...we have to have a talk.”

“No kidding,” he mumbled, taking a sip of his coffee and scowling at the neon green floor tiles of their kitchen.

There was silence for a moment until Claria cleared her throat, “Richard-”

“Richie,” he snapped, glaring at her.

“Richie,” she amended, “This...whole situation was supposed to be avoided. You...you were born out of wedlock and your mother was meant to come home and get married. But when she...well she had some health complications that made it impossible for her to have another child, leaving you as her sole heir. Our country's sole heir.”

“But no pressure or anything,” he deadpanned.

“Quite the opposite. The future if the nation rests on your shoulders.”

Richie barely suppressed a snort, and looked over at Wentworth, “Do they not have sarcasm in Genovia?”

Wentworth gave him a warning look, “What your grandmother is trying to say,” he looked over cautiously at Claria, “is that there are...some expectations. However,” he held up a hand as Richie tried to protest, “I know this is a lot to spring on you. And I completely understand if you don’t want to do it or if you need to take your time to make a decision.”

Richie narrowed his eyes suspiciously, “What’s the catch?”

Claria gave him a small satisfied smile, “You’ll be attending lessons with me.”

Richie scrunched up his nose, “Lessons?”

She nodded, “Lessons. In diplomacy, fashion, etiquette. Every day after school until the Independence Day Ball that is a month away.”

Richie choked on his coffee “A month? I’m supposed to learn all of this in a month?!”

Claria gave him a smile smirk and he shudders at the sudden realization that there were, in fact, facial similarities with the woman who was attempting to ruin his life, “Trust me, Richard. In my hands, you will.”

“Richie you promised!” Bev slammed her history textbook on the table, “You said you would help me edit tonight!”

Richie looked up from where he was listlessly poking at his cafeteria food, “Bev, believe me, I’d rather be with you editing for the newest episode of Breakfast with Bev but Madam has made it explicitly clear that if I’m not the Plaza at 3:30 sharp she’s going to send the entire NYPD after me. Get Ben to help you.”

“Can she do that?” Eddie’s eyes widened in concern.

Richie shrugged, “Legally? Probably not. Will she anyway? Most definitely.”

Bev huffed, “I wish you’d at least bring the camera. Your grandma would be a great interview subject for the family history episode.”

“Something tells me she’s not the family history project kind of person,” he mumbled before turning to Eddie again, “Hey Eds did you fix my baby yet.”

Eddie had quite the talent for cars. He loved to help people and fix things, and that coupled with his dexterity and patient nature is what made Richie come to him with the insane project of fixing up his 1985 Mustang.

Eddie cringed, “Err...kinda?”

Richie gulped, “Kinda?”

Eddie gave him an apologetic smile, “sorry Richie. Come by later though. Mike might be able to fix it.”

Eddie...sweet caring Eddie. Always going out of his way to help

Richie shoved his shoulder gently, “At least lemme pay you for staying late this time.”

Eddie smiled shyly and shrugged his hand off, “No way. Come one you know that the Hanlons just let me stay late and practice anyway. Not like my mom would let me bring the keyboard home.”

What a gem this kid is. Seriously Richie why haven’t we wifed him up again?

Are we seriously still gonna sit here and pine over Denbrough until we graduate?

Richie shook his head slightly and sighed, willing himself not to think about what was coming after school as he got lost in whatever story Bev was telling now.

3:45 pm. Richie slumped lower in his chair, scowling at the clock. 15 minutes and she still wasn’t there. He jiggled his foot, watching it come dangerously close to an intricate looking statue on the table in front of him. He narrowed his eyes in annoyance, picking at his nails.

“Mr. Tozier?”

The voice startled him, making his foot slip, causing him to hit the statue and knock it off the table where it shatters on the floor. He looked up, making panicked eye contact with a pretty girl with long auburn hair, pulled up in a neat ponytail. She surveyed him with a look of vague amusement on her face.

“I can fix that…” he whispered.

“I doubt it,” she laughed, flipping her ponytail over her shoulder, and held out her hand, “I’m Patricia. Your grandmother’s assistant,” she nodded towards the door, “She’s ready for you.” He scrambled to stand, accidentally knocking over the chair he was sitting in. He cringes as he hears the dull thud and the tinkle of what he assumes was the expensive looking vase on the table next to it breaking. He quickly through another, ‘sorry’ over his shoulder at Patricia and takes off down the hallway toward the large wooden doors.

She’s ready for you. God that makes her sound like a fucking bond villain. He thinks to himself as he pushes the door to her suit open. Sure enough, there’s Claria, sitting in a plush high-backed chair with her white Persian cat Elsa perched on her lap. She looked up when he entered and regarded cooly.

“I’ve been expecting you,”

BOND VILLAIN called it!!  

“Yeah...I’ve been here for like 15 minutes already.”

“Do you realize adding ‘like’ into your sentence makes you sound exponentially more uneducated than you are? I’m sure that fancy school of yours doesn’t allow it.”

“Uhh…”

“And they ‘uhhs’! You young people today. You don’t know how to speak I swear.” She stood, shooing Elsa from her lap, “Let me have a look at you. Come on now come here.” She crossed the room to him in easy strides and looked him up and down.

“Turn.”

“What?”

“A circled Richard. Turn in a circle.” She gave him the same look he’d often given Audra as if to stay ‘what are you? Stupid?’

Richie turned slowly, feeling his skin prickle uncomfortably.

“Patricia! Patricia come in here and take a list! And phone Stanley. Tell him I’ll need him for tomorrow!”

Patricia nodded, “Right away your majesty.” she clicked her pen as Claria circled Richie again.

“Hair is far too long for a boy his age, and far to mess. I swear Wentworth knows better than to let you galavant around looking like one of the Wild Things,” she clicked tongue in disapproval and then continued, “Eyes, beautiful like his mother’s,” she paused for a moment to give him a soft smile, and then immediately launched back into her rant, “Nail, horrid. Clean nails from now on. And we’ll be taking your measurements,” It takes Richie a full 30 seconds to process she is, in fact, speaking to him, “I want you in pants that fit not those baggy monstrosities you’re currently wearing. And no more street shoes. Oxfords or dress shoes from now on. Are we clear?”

He’s too stunned to do anything but nod. No more Chucks? No more nail polish? She was going to cut his hair? This was too much. He had to run. Say ‘no no thank you, not for me’, book it back to the Village, and spend of the afternoon watching Eddie work on his car while he and Bev edit videos for her youtube channel. But before he can even move, a tall older man with sunglasses, who had been standing so quietly Richie hadn’t even noticed him, was shutting the wooden door and moving to stand in front of it.

“Alright,” she settled back in her chair and gestured to the chair across from her, “Let’s begin.”

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[ravingirls]

Hi everyone, here are my (copious) notes on St. Mark’s Eve! Listen to Ravin’ Girls Episode 1: Finicky Camaros ( https://ravingirls.tumblr.com/post/166065653944/ravin-girls-ep1-finicky-camaros-shownotes) for the discussion. -N

Ravin’ Girls Ep. 1  - Deep Dive: St Mark’s Eve

From Wikipedia: St. Mark's Eve is the day before the feast day of St. Mark the Evangelist. In liturgical Christian churches, this feast of St. Mark is observed on 25 April of each year; thus St. Mark's Eve is 24 April.

Trivia:

Maggie has said that she discovered the folklore of St. Mark’s first through researching ley lines, and that information influenced the creation of Blue’s “curse”/prediction of death/true love.

James Montgomery (pub. 1906) and John Keats (1819) both wrote poems about St. Mark’s Eve (Keats’ is unfinished). Montgomery’s work is more relevant to how the night is treated in The Raven Boys. Ref. poem excerpt (1) below.

There were several fortune telling devices associated with St. Mark’s Eve, all of them seeming to indeed revolve around true love or death. Of note, Ethel Rudkin (1936) wrote in Lincolnshire folklore records: “On St Mark’s Eve all those who are going to die, or to be married, can be seen by anyone who watches in the church porch at Midnight, as they come into the church in spirit on that night.”

This appears to be a mostly English custom, from the 17th through the 19th century.

Ghosts can be seen entering a church between the bell tolls of 11pm and 1am; supposedly the ones that are to die sooner appear earlier in the night. Watchers are admonished to keep silent, which seems to be a theme for all of the fortune telling.

Some say you need to fast, some say you need to wait three nights (in a row? On different years?)

A Vice article tells a story of a clergyman who saw his own spirit on the corpse road one St. Marks vigil; see excerpt (2) below.

Chamber’s Book of Days notes a different way to tell the deaths: a spirit will walk through the hearth ashes, and then the shoes of that person would be marked by ash the next morning. It also notes that a “malicious or wanton person” could take the shoes to the hearth themselves, leading another person to believe that they are to die in the coming year.

Unmarried women can predict their future husbands in several ways on St. Mark’s Eve:

Hanging her nightclothes/smock before the fire, and an apparition of her future husband would appear to turn the smock. (Fire scrying is a type of scrying.)

Setting a nut in the fire, saying the name of the intended and a charm (“If you love me, pop and fly, If not, lie there silently.”), and if the nut “hops” away from the fire then it is true love, if the nut is consumed then it’s not meant to be. (See engraving of divination by nuts taken from the Chambers Bros. "Book of Days", Edinburgh, 1869)

The making of a “dumb cake” The name may derive from “doom”, meaning “fate” or “destiny”, though I also saw it attributed to the fact that you’re not supposed to speak while making the cake. The “Dumb Cake” is associated with several holidays including St. Agnes’ feast day. Many different charms or recipes can be found, all seemingly made with inedible ingredients. Read “Notes and Queries” recipe below, excerpt (3).

There are some reports of fatalities from Dumb Cakes due to the inedible ingredients.People also choose to put in herbs/plants that had the potential to be hallucinogenic (and poisonous), mistletoe being chief among them.

There is a small fly named after St. Mark that hatches during this time, lives a very short time, then buries itself underground.

Sweetly, though unrelated to the English folklore, Venice has a tradition of exchanging rose buds as a symbol of “love eternal” on St. Mark’s Eve.

1. The Vigil Of St. Mark, John Montgomery (excerpt):

" 'Tis now," replied the village Belle,

" St. Mark's mysterious Eve ;

And all that old traditions tell

I tremblingly believe ; —

" How, when the midnight signal tolls,

Along the churchyard green '

A mournful train of sentenced souls

In winding-sheets are seen.

" The ghosts of all whom death shall doom

Within the coming year,

In pale procession walk the gloom.

Amid the silence drear.

2. Vice Article:

Story from Jacqueline Simpson, author and English folklorist, “There was a young clergyman who was curious to find out about this. He knew there was an old man in the village who understood second sight and magic and so on, so he persuaded this man to tell him what to do. The old man said he had to watch in the porch. So at the right date around midnight, there he was watching and he saw members of his congregation there, wraiths coming in, and then… he saw… his own wraith! Mwahahah! He went home and was never the same again. He was dead within the year!”

3. “Notes and Queries” published a recipe for St Mark's Eve “Dumb Cake” (1890):

(Transcription by -N, see scanned text)

I do not know if the following recipe for dumb-cake has appeared in “N & Q”. I obtained it from a lady who helped to make such a cake nearly sixty years ago. It is much more elaborate than that spoken of in “Bracebridge Hall” and may be of interest to your readers.

It should be made by four persons, and each must supply these things: of sand, flour, bran, salt, and brickdust; each a thimbleful; the parings of their own nails, and some hair from the back of the head cut up fine and strewn in. This must be mixed to a stiff paste on a sheet of writing paper, which must be gilt edged (this seems quite an important feature in the charm.)

When made, the cake must be transferred to a clean sheet of paper and marked with a cross (like the old pennies) by the four persons, each of whom must take no more than her own share. Then each must mark her own initials in one of the four quarters and also the initials of the man she hopes will be her husband.

Not a word must be spoken or a sound made during the whole process, which, ought to have said, should begin at eleven o’clock precisely. Each person takes a corner of the paper and carefully carries the cake to the front of the (fire?), where they must have a pan or an iron rest to receive it They must sit at some distance from the fire, and at intervals of five minutes must take in turn to go and turn their own initials to the fire, until each corner is done.

But for the last quarter of an hour before midnight no one must move; each must sit in absolute silence. A laugh or a word would be fatal. Then as the clock strikes twelve, if she is to marry the man whose initials are on the cake, he will suddenly appear and speak to her.

S. Illingworth Butler

Pg. 67, “Notes and Queries”, Saturday, January 4th, 1890 (Price fourpence)

Of note, this publication also included an article about John Smith and Pocahontas (for historical perspective).

Links:

Wikipedia: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/St_Mark%27s_Eve

Maggie talks St. Mark’s Eve: http://ravenboys.tumblr.com/post/34241110284/maggie-stiefvater-answers-questions-about-raven

Vice article: https://www.vice.com/en_us/article/dpxnm7/doomed-to-die-on-st-marks-eve

James Montgomery's poem: http://tellinghistory.co.uk/content/vigil-st-mark

Keats poem: http://www.keats-shelley-house.org/en/works/works-john-keats/john-keats-the-eve-of-st-mark

Incredibly well researched list of traditions with primary sources, even included reference to someone who charged to tell others if they were to die: https://traditionalcustomsandceremonies.wordpress.com/2014/04/30/custom-demised-porch-watching-on-st-marks-eve/

Good overview of folklore: http://www.dailygrail.com/Guest-Articles/2015/4/Saint-Marks-Eve

Venice customs and English divinations: http://www.conviviobookworks.com/blog/category/st-marks-eve/

Book of Days: http://www.thebookofdays.com/months/april/25.htm

“Notes and Queries” Dumb Cake Recipe: https://tinyurl.com/y7l4efhy

Dumb-cake fatalities: http://www.foodsofengland.co.uk/dumbcake.htm

Other sources:

“Dumb Cake” for foretelling future husband: http://www.theoldfoodie.com/2009/04/dumb-cake.html

Overview of traditions: http://www.historiavivens.eu/2/traditions_of_st_mark_in_europe_1220021.html

The Penguin Guide to the Superstitions of Britain and Ireland: https://tinyurl.com/y9pvbcj4

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No sympathy (a Spiderman sickfic)

I was super enthused about how much love the first Spiderman fic got, so I had to run and write another one.  This one is Halloween themed, and it’s EXACTLY 2100 words.

Ned’s texted Peter four times in the last hour.  He’s as dead-set on inviting Peter to do something for Halloween as Peter is dead-set on saying no.

“Geez, how many times do I have to tell you,” Peter mumbles as he taps out another reply.  I’m busy. Stark internship.  Already told you.

It’s not that he doesn’t want to go trick-or-treating in Ned’s building.  To be honest, he kind of does. There’s that one neighbor that gives out full-size KitKats, and he has the best costume.  And it’s not even a costume, it’s, like, his work uniform…  But there are way more important things to do.

If urban legends and underground news reports are anything to go by, Peter has dozens of black kittens to save from satanic sacrifice and chocolate-stealing thugs to beat up and kids to help cross the street and baskets of candy to check for broken glass and LSD…  With that agenda, goofing off on Halloween doesn’t stand a chance of making it onto the timetable.

Peter turns his phone upside-down on the desk so it won’t glow at him when Ned inevitably texts back. Again.  He rests his elbow on his partially-finished algebra homework and drops his forehead into his palm for a moment, until he remembers he shouldn’t do that because it’ll give him acne.  But cool-hand-on-achy-forehead kind of feels good, so maybe it’s a wash.

The sun’s falling into its late afternoon position, warning that dusk is near.  And that people with headaches should close their blinds to avoid being shot in the eyeballs with extreme sunset glare.  Peter doesn’t think the blinds on his window have worked since he moved in, so he splits the difference and pushes out of his desk chair to head for the kitchen.

May’s working late, so Peter’s on his own tonight.  She’s given him free reign to do whatever he wants to celebrate as long as it’s legal and he’ll be ready for school tomorrow.  Usually Peter would be ecstatic about the breadth of his freedom, but today he’s just glad he’s alone so he can dry-swallow three ibuprofen and eat cheese shreds straight from the bag.

With hunger taken care of and medication yet to kick in, Peter checks his watch.  The neighborhood won’t start bustling with Halloweeners for another couple of hours.  His homework’s as good as finished; no one will show up with completed math assignments tomorrow morning.  Peter doesn’t feel like giving the school population at large another reason to call him a geek.  And he doesn’t feel like he’ll be able to concentrate especially well anyway.

Flicking on the TV to a random rerun of The Simpsons, Peter flops down on the couch.  He intends to hang through the 30-minute episode, then put on his suit and jump through the window to start his patrol.  But somehow Peter blinks and the TV’s playing Hocus Pocus and it’s dark out and he’s missed something.  Like two hours of passing time.

“Fuck,” Peter curses himself, jumping to his feet as realizations of the date, time, and fact that he’s not feeling well all crash into his head.  He tornadoes into his room and strips, almost tripping over his jeans as he tries to scramble into his suit.  He’s groggy and his reflexes suck.  The logical voice in his head, the one that’s usually reminding him to do his homework, tells him this is not smart.  He should think about staying in tonight.  Or hit up Ned for something safer to do.  But the louder impress Mr. Stark and justice for Ben voice makes him keep going.

Peter throws his jeans and hoodie into his backpack, slings it over his shoulder, and tosses back the blinds to open his bedroom window.  He crawls up onto the small ledge of the sill and shoots a line of web to the next building over.

He swings to his usual hiding spot in an alley near the school building and drops his backpack behind a dumpster.  Everything seems to smell worse than usual, and it’s not helping Peter’s head.  Or his stomach, for that matter.

“Ok.  Here we go.”  Peter revs himself up.  He jumps on top of the dumpster and swings himself onto the roof the bodega to survey the streets from above.  A few people in costumes are running around, and there’s a pretty comical looking group of small-scale Power Rangers standing on a street corner, but beyond that, everything looks normal.  There aren’t any black-robed Satanists brandishing bloody knives or kids dropping to their knees from poisoned candy.  At least not that Peter can see.

He sits down on the edge of the roof and watches for a while, then webs himself two blocks over to get a different view.  A couple taxis honk at each other.  Some guy re-lights the jack-o-lantern on his balcony three separate times because the wind keeps blowing it out.

Peter rolls his mask up to his nose so he can catch a little bit of the autumn breeze.  It feels nice, especially seeing as the pressure of the tight spandex over his face is doing little to make him comfortable.  It’s actually making him pretty uncomfortable.  The throb that was just between his eyes earlier is now playing across his whole forehead.  And his stomach’s starting to feel frothy, like it’s full of shaving cream.

There’s a sound coming from the sidewalk on the other side of the building.  Not of someone in peril, more of sound of frustration.  But with the lack of anything else going on, Peter decides it’s his business to investigate anyway.  He looks over the vertical line of brick wall and sees what he thinks is a scruffy homeless man lounging on a dirty bedroll and a stroller-pushing woman expressing disdain that he’s blocking the sidewalk.

It’s not the large-scale, Halloween-themed rescue mission Peter’s been expecting, but he knows how to diffuse this bomb.  He puts his mask back down and jumps to street level.  The impact reverberates from his feet to his head, and Peter tries not to cringe as the headache flares into momentary vertigo.

“Ma’am, he’s not gonna hurt you,” Peter says, addressing the gum-chewing young mother first.  A candy bucket for her sleepy baby clad in a skeleton onesie is slung over the stroller’s handle.  Peter imagines she’s really trick-or-treating for herself.

“Yeah, but he’s blocking the sidewalk,” she complains.

“I know, I got it,” Peter placates her.  He bends at the waist to tap the man on the shoulder.  He’ looks like he could be dozing, and he has a smoldering pipe held up to his lips.  The fumes coming from it smell a bit more illegal than just tobacco.  “Hey, dude?”  He says.  “You can’t sleep here.  People want to walk here.”

“Hm?” the guy says, exhaling a cloud of smoke and looking quizzically at Peter’s masked face.  “What’re you supposed to be dressed up as?”

“Hi, I’m Spiderman,” Peter introduces himself.  He holds out his hand, and when the guy shakes it, Peter puts his other hand into the guy’s armpit and pulls him to his feet.  “There’s an alley right up here where you can be without being in everybody’s way.”

The guy fumbles so as not to drop his pipe, but doesn’t resist Peter walking him ten yards down and depositing him around the corner between a trash can and a drainpipe.  “I’ll go get your sleeping bag,” Peter promises, hustling back the way he came.

The young mom is already gone when Peter dashes back around the corner to grab the filthy bedroll.  He shakes it hard over the ground, muttering, “Could’ve at least stuck around to say thanks.”  Once most of the dust and stray flecks of weed are lost to the sidewalk, Peter re-traces his steps again.

The homeless man is braced against the wall and losing what sounds and smells like a full stomach of liquor.  “Oh, god,” Peter cries in surprise, turning his head away as soon as he realizes what’s happening. “Ok.  Um.  Yeah.”  He sloppily folds the sleeping bag into a rectangle with too many corners and sets it on the ground.  He can feel his own stomach asking to rebel, and his headache’s screaming a whole new tune.  “I’m not the one to help you with this.”  Peter’s mouth is full of spit.  “There’s a shelter with rehab stuff down on 35th by Steinway…”

The guy just pukes again, and Peter turns around to stumble out of the alley on shaky legs.  He swallows hard.  Vertigo threatens to take him down, and Peter leans against the cool brick wall.  He can hear blood pounding in his ears, but it doesn’t drown out the homeless man’s next retch.  That’s all that’s needed to send Peter over the edge, and he has to scramble to flip his mask up fast enough.

He heaves a couple times and watches dazedly as a small puddle of thick whitish spit forms between his boots.  His stomach empties before it settles, and Peter leans heavily into the wall.  He wipes away a moustache of sweat with the back of his gloved hand.  The spandex fabric still carries notes of the homeless man’s smoke and BO, and Peter almost goes down retching again.  But he just coughs and gasps for a moment before deciding he has to get out of here before he becomes a Halloween disaster himself.

Peter starts the stroll back around the block to pick up his backpack, feeling too dizzy to web himself around.  He briefly clocks in for another good deed and helps a couple third-grade ninjas cross the street, but practically undoes it when a yellow cab almost slams him on his way back across.  Peter halfheartedly flips the driver off and continues on his way to grab his stuff.

After struggling to pull his jeans over his suit, Peter zips up his hoodie and stows his gloves and mask.  He realizes he forgot to pack shoes, so he just has to hope his Spiderman boots won’t be noticeable.

Peter enters his building through the front door and pauses for a moment while he considers the choice of stairs or elevator.  He goes for the stairs, and even though his quads are burning by the time he reaches his floor, at least his head is still on his shoulders.

Light’s streaming from under the door when Peter approaches the apartment, and that can only mean that May’s home.  He tries to think up a good, believable story for what he’s been up to, but nothing comes easily, and he’s eager to get inside and shower and go to sleep.  Or maybe vomit his slimy guts out for the next millennium.

“Hey, May,” Peter says as he pushes open the door.

“Hey yourself,” May says.  She’s on the couch, eating popcorn and watching It’s the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown.  “You do stuff?  Have a good time?”

“Yeah, just, uh,” Peter starts, “Ran around with Ned for a while.”

“Great costume,” May says, nodding to Peter’s getup.

“Thanks,” he replies absently.

“That wasn’t…” May trails off and starts over.  “What’re you supposed to be?”

“Um.”  Peter looks down at his rumpled hoodie and finally understands.  He scrubs his scrambled brain for an answer.  “Um.  Dead tired?”

“Dead tired,” May repeats.  “Well, you’re doing a fantastic job with that.  You look awful.”

“Yeah, I’m not feeling all that great, so I thought it would be kind of appropriate,” Peter says in a mixture of truth and joke.

“Would you happen to not feel great because you ate all my cheese shreds?  And now I can’t make lasagna for tomorrow night?”

“Sorry, May,” Peter says, passing his hand over his forehead, which is beading with fresh nauseous sweat. He almost starts to unzip his hoodie, but stops himself before he reveals what he’s wearing underneath.

“Want some popcorn?  There’s candy corn, too.” May asks, inviting him to join her in front of the TV.  “We got plenty of that.  Could have snacks for dinner all week.”

Peter’s stomach rolls, and he has to swallow hard to push down the rising bile.  “You know, uh, I’m not sure I’m really in the mood to talk about food right now.”  He starts down the hall toward the bathroom.

“You do feel sick, huh?  You think you need help or anything?”  May makes to stand up.

“No, I’ll be ok,” Peter insists.  “Just, uh, maybe don’t eat all the candy corn.  I might want some.”  He suppresses a gag.  “But, probably not till later.”

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Terry David “Butch/Butch Naked” Silvercloud

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“I’ve come to hate my own creation.  Now I know how God feels.”  Homer Simpson

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THE DAILY GRIND… ARE WE THERE YET?

Tuesday, 19 Dec. 2017.  Snowy and cool and grey in Vancouver, today.

I wuz up early after going to bed by 11pm.  A bit achy.  Had a coffee, mincemeat tart, and a Diclofenac... trying to do it in the morning, now.  I have to take it with food which is hard for me because I'm not, even, slightly hungry.  Had a T3, as well.  Watched some news then had a snooze until nearly noon.

Got some painting and exercises done, a few selfies.  Went over to Commercial Drive at 6pm to buy some pot then downtown to the library.

It's not enough that we have to worry about Climate Change, a World Wide Shortage of concrete-making sand... yup, there's a dwindling supply and you need a particular kind of sand to make concrete.  Islands are being dredged up.

BUT... dat's not wut's I'm on about today.  As if there isn't enough to worry about, now we need to begin seriously worrying about the pesticides being used in the manufacture of our clothing.  It's there for all kinds of reasons.  Sometimes it's to keep bugs from eating da goods while they are in shipment but, another more insidious use we fail to notice is the rise of anti-microbial materials.  Just how do you think they do that, huh?  Like, is there some kind of special material.  Well, sometimes, but we need to be asking what pesticides are being used in our clothing, particularly kid's clothing and young adults who's hormones are already off the rails.  The Romans had no idea that adding Lead to their wine was a pretty bad idea...  better taste, earlier death.

http://www.cbc.ca/news/politics/health-canada-pesticides-environment-consumer-toys-textiles-sofa-toxic-1.4445227

“it’s time to go home.  The insurance company said you’re as well as they’re going to pay for” Doctor Hibbert/The Simpsons

THIS IS THE END OF THE DAILY GRIND.

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"People who have never seen a movie say it's a great movie"  Apu/The Simpsons

"There is no God, Ned.  It's just an empty meaningless void"  Maude Flanders' ghost/The Simpsons

I repeat myself, a lot, because I know humans are really bad at paying attention, and understanding much of anything they read.  Quite, bluntly, I consider most humans to be walking, talking idiots.  I'm doing as best I know how to save you from your stupidity.

I’m a bit OCD and ADHD and go on, and on, like a dripping tap.  Think Sheldon Cooper, if that rings some kind of bell.  I gather it’s some kind of need I have to be, constantly, in complete control of everything.  I quite simply assume everyone around me is a complete idiot.  The humans aren’t doing a very good job of convincing me otherwise.  You must prove yourself to me.  Seriously, I mean it.  I expect to be disappointed.   Show me what you’ve got and back it up with proof.

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The ENTIRE universe is based upon a simple fact... it must have TWO parts.  It can not be otherwise and is impossible to be otherwise.  This is because of what a physicist calls "spin".

If you had only one substance to make the universe with and it could be broken down to as small as it needed to be at any time... i.e. it could be so small it barely exists, at all, there will STILL be TWO different types... that is because one can choose to spin LEFT or RIGHT in space.  Even turning yourself upside down will not change that fact because there is no up, nor down, in space.

The fact that everything SOLID must have spin, either left or right, introduces opposite forces.  Things which spin the SAME way repel each other, those that spin the OPPOSITE way attract each other... clumping begins and so does a universe.  Another thing comes into being... what we term magnetism.  There MUST be opposite POLES... magnetism comes into being with spin.  Spin creates opposites, including North/South polarity.  In Atoms, any atom that isn't in balance... has an equal number of left and right spinning Electrons, will be affected by magnetism... and radio waves.

Absolute rest is not possible… ever.  The universe can not end.  Time is change and is an illusion.  It is always now, everywhere, all at once, all of the time. Proof of that is that ANY object MUST be HERE and THERE at the SAME time, no matter how large… even a Galaxy.  It is always NOW on both sides… here and there, in space,  of the Galaxy… all galaxies, everywhere.  Waves can be either physical or electronic.  The duality of the universe keeps it ongoing.  DNA is the battery of life.  When the chains can no longer co-operate, life ceases in the body.  Life, itself, is a duality.  Time measurement is a relativity convenience.)  Time travel is impossible because time is not a place and nothing stays where it was.  One year from now the Solar System will have moved about seven BILLION kilometres through space and will NEVER return to where it was… ever.

Earth travels through space like a long wave… it has NEVER, ever made an actual circle, nor ellipse, in space.  The circle/ellipse is an illusion of relativity.  Nothing can ever travel in an actual circle in space… NOTHING.  Nothing can ever go backward.  Backwards motion is an illusion of relativity.  Time is a repercussion of change and has no fixed rate… things explode or move like a glacier.  At best we can only compare rates of change.  Our rate of change is called the second/minute/hour/day/month/year system.

NOTHING CAN EVER MOVE IN A TRUE CIRCLE.  THE EARTH HAS NEVER MADE A LOOP IN SPACE… EVER.  YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU DON’T KNOW.

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Earth moves about 7 billion kilometers through space, each year… in a long wave.  Earth NEVER returns to where it was before.  Earth is NOT an island in space… one of the reasons why time travel is impossible.  If you take a trip through space, outside the Solar System, Earth will NOT be there when you return… it will be far, far away.  You will have to return to where it will BE when you arrive… remember, it’s moving very, very, very fast through space in a long wave… never a circle, or ellipse.

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Inhibitions are just so inhibiting, I avoid them.

I’m a friendly, but pretty blunt, kind of guy.  No time for beating around the bush.  I like to say what I mean and mean what I say.  I’m 73 years old.  Time is not on my side.  You don’t have to like me.  I’m a social recluse, anyway.  I share my life, in photos, video, and words, to let you into my life and hope to inspire you to be a productive and useful human.  I have old age issues but will continue to post, here, while I’m well and able.  I talk a lot… I’m told it’s part of my OCD and ADHD.  Come direct at http://ButchNaked.com  Sign in if you wish to see me naked.

If you don’t know me, the following might help you get to know what kind of person I am.  I don’t expect you to understand me.  I can be a bit OCD and ADHD.

“They’ve already got more blowjobs than we’ll ever get”  Steve Smith (American Dad), talking about college jocks.

“Now let us touch testicles and mate for life”  Alien on The Simpsons

“It never hurts to have a second set of prints on a gun”  Nelson Muntz, The Simpsons.

I’m here to teach you things.  While I appreciate other people’s opinions, I really don’t much give a crap what anyone thinks.  Until you prove your worth, I will be nice but you have to earn my respect. The moment you say a word, I’ll be figuring you out really, really fast.  You should assume that I don’t trust anyone.  I’ve not met a single trustworthy person in my entire life.  I’ve met lots of nice people who aren’t too bright… well-intentioned folk who know little about anything, people who are nice, most of the time until you say something that offends them.  Honourable people agree to disagree.

Look up the phrase “CRITICAL THINKING” then learn to practice it.  Most people leap before they look and judge before they listen to the facts.  Most don’t have enough knowledge, nor experience, to be experts in much of anything.  You don’t know what you don’t know.  I like to remind you of that, often.

The only other REALLY IMPORTANT thing to know about me is that I, totally, despise all religions, the teaching of religion, and religious institutions… I despise them as the evilest things on the planet.  If you follow a religion, you CAN NOT BE MY FRIEND.   THAT’S THAT.  You are an ignorant idiot who is an ever-present danger to yourself and everyone and everything around you.  Nothing, absolutely NOTHING, is eviler than religion.  I don’t stand for, nor sing, our National Anthem because it praises a fictitious and superstitious being called ‘God’.  Only a brain dead moron bonehead ignorant idiot would believe such a thing.

If you have a religion, I will not associate with you… period.  You are a danger to be around.  Yes, I insult religions… they are extraordinarily evil.  I said it, I mean it.  You have a right to be an idiot, but not around me.  I have a right to defend myself against the horrors of religion and I will.  Religion is evil.  People who are into religion are, either, brainwashed or extraordinarily ignorant, not very intelligent, a danger to themselves and everyone around them, and must be avoided.  I can’t say it enough times.  If you have a religion you are brainwashed or too fucking stupid to associate with.  Brainwashed, or stupid… either way you are too dangerous to be around.  Religion is the number one problem in the world.

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In your opinion, which fast food place has the best fries? McDonald’s, Jollibee, and Burger King are all tied for first. When was the last time you watched an episode of The Simpsons? Three years ago, I’d say. They showed the same episodes every week so I gave up waiting for new ones. What colour are your neighbour’s cars? I never pay attention to my neighbors. Are you left or right handed? Right. Have you ever given money to a homeless person? What compelled you? Yes, although I give out food more frequently. It’s the least I could do to help out. My girlfriend thinks it’s dangerous, but I wasn’t privileged myself growing up so I can relate with them to an extent, and she can’t interfere with that.

How often do you update your Facebook status, at all? A grand average of once a week. And it’s not even a status change, I go on Facebook mostly to like posts and share videos. Do your parents use social media? If so, which ones? Yes, they are both on Facebook. What's your favourite way to eat chicken? Fried chicken. Are there any broken clocks in your house? Yes, the one in my room. Who usually does the grocery shopping in your house? My mom is in charge of every house affair, period. When was the last time you ate a hotdog? Saturday. Have you ever stepped on chewing gum? In my 19 years of walking around in public places? Definitely at some point. How far away from your house is the closest park? Parks aren’t a priority here, sadly. I have no idea where the closest one is, or if there is even a well-maintained park in my city. Do you ever want children? If so, how many? Surveys are obsessed with your desire or lack thereof for children. 1 or 2.

Do you know anyone who speaks fluent French? Yes, the mom of this girl who was a batch lower than me in high school is I think full French. She facilitated the French club in my old school. What is the last song you listened to? A song by Rex Orange Country called Sunflower. A friend recommended it just now (he claims it was a wrong-send but I highly doubt that). It’s actually really good, and I got offended for a bit upon finding out the artist is actually a dude who is my age. These times always make me ask myself what I have done in life, if any hahaha. Have you ever been called in for jury duty? No, that doesn’t happen here. What is your favourite cold cut meat? I don’t have those very often. Where's the most ticklish part of your body? My entire body is ticklish. What type of shoes do you wear most often? Sneakers. Are your eyebrows darker than your hair? They’re the same color. Well they’re both black, so I can’t tell the difference if there is any. Have you ever been camping in the wilderness without electricity? No, I don’t have enough skills to last the night like that. Who is your favourite character from your favourite cartoon? Ice Bear. What do you prefer, lasagna or spaghetti and meatballs? Lasagna. Never did like meatballs in my spaghetti. Think of the last movie you watched, where did you watch it? I watched it in the same spot I’m in now, the dining table. Have you ever had a caricature drawn of you? Nope. When was the last time you cleaned the house? My mom takes care of that. Do you know anyone whose mother was pregnant with them as a teenager? I know one person. There are probably others in my circle but I wouldn’t know about their situation. Have you seen those air-fryers, a healthy alternative to deep-frying? No. I’ll stick to deep-frying plz. Did/do you prefer to eat at the cafeteria or take your own lunches? I was given a school allowance so I definitely had to get my food at the cafeteria. Except back in school I never ate since I wanted to save my money for other stuff I wanted to buy. Do you have to pay for parking at your school or work? No. It’s one of the million things I love about my university–free parking! Gab’s school on the other hand is a pain in the ass since it’s situated right smack in the middle of a business district. In other words the only thing you don’t pay for is breathing. What colour is your overnight bag, if you have one? I have never heard that term before. Would you ever dye your hair an unnatural colour? Absolutely, why not? Are there any movies coming out soon that you'd like to see? I mean there’s The Incredibles 2 but that’s not being released any time soon...

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Terry David “Butch/Butch Naked” Silvercloud

“Step aside!  I shall perform the necessary heroics”  Comic Book Guy/The Simpsons

“Only those who will risk going too far can possibly find out how far one can go.” - T. S. Eliot

12.4 Million photo views, to date at http://ButchNaked.com.  Thank you.  At this time I’m getting about 100,000 photo views a week.

Again… thanks for the visits.

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“That’s a great title.  It jumps out at you like a rat in your underwear drawer”   Moe Sizlack/The Simpsons

My homepage is http://ButchBoard.com

I’m not your average toad on the road.

“I’ve come to hate my own creation.  Now I know how God feels.”  Homer Simpson . Now keep reading. THE DAILY GRIND… ARE WE THERE YET? Friday, 15 Dec. 2017

I was tired and went to bed early last nite.  Wuz up at 6:30am when it was still dark out there.  No special plans for the day except to keep working on my art.

The day began dark and grey after overnight showers and stayed dark until about 2pm.  We had patches of blue by late day.  Sunset is about 4:15pm.  Cool but not cold.  Got lots of painting done, some exercises, and some selfies.

Christmas always creeps up, suddenly, on me.  I don't much have any interest in it, at all but one can't avoid the advertising and other events going on.  Less than two weeks away, now, then it will be over for another year.  Time goes by very quickly for me, in spite of my loneliness, and Christmas is one of those time markers in my life.  I have only one close friend and she lives more than 100 miles away.  I'm pretty reclusive by nature.

Most of you get up to go to work, or to school, each day.  I don't have to worry about that anymore.  I have a very small pension and the rent gets paid and I am able to eat and cloth myself.  Not much left over for anything else, but that's the way she goes.

My point is, I have time on my hands to think about things and one does as one gets older... things like what is important and what is not.  Food and shelter are always important but, once those are out of the way, one can have a look a life and what one is doing in it.

For me, I have only one close friend who has survived the rigours of friendship for over 40 years now.  We don't have a lot in common except a history and trust.  My friend is an older lady than me who has little education, compared to myself.  But she has the determination and a desire to be helpful to others without being condemning.  I like that in a person.  I don't expect anyone to know as much as I do, nor to have my intelligence... something I was gifted with at birth, not for any other reason.  It's a very difficult life being quite intelligent and having an education... you realize what a horrific mess this world is and how little you can do to change it.

Stupid people don't know they are stupid so reasoning with them is a waste of time and very frustrating.  I no longer have any desire to be alive and, simply, try to be useful and make some attempt to enjoy each day as best I can.

I live in Vancouver which is a nice city.  It's very conservative and not overly conducive to being an artist.  I attribute that to the fact that more than 55% of the population is non-white, new immigrants, and conservative by nature.  Vancouver is more than 50% Asian and New Canadians who are conservative by nature.  Because of the high Asian population, Western art and culture is not so popular as the rest of the continent.  Paintings don't sell well here and the market is so poor there are very few Art Galleries in Vancouver now.

We have a public transport system that, basically, shuts down at 1am.   There are some late, infrequently running, buses but, if you are caught downtown after 1am it will be a very, very, very expensive cab ride... if you can, actually FIND a cab, to get home.  Some cab drivers will refuse to drive to the suburbs.  UBER is illegal in Vancouver although there are some similar Asian services if you speak Chinese and have an app. for it.

Vancouver is, also, quite far north so the winter days are quite short and can be quite dreary... dark, wet and cold.  The sun comes up around 8am and sets just after 4pm.  A short day if there is no sun.  If you are feeling a bit down in the dumps, the weather is no help.  I live here for the mild climate and closeness to the outdoors and wilderness.  It is a very, very, expensive city in which to live, Vancouver is.  Most of my income goes to rent and the vacancy rate is close to zero, here.

"it's time to go home.  The insurance company said you're as well as they're going to pay for" Doctor Hibbert/The Simpsons

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I’m a bit OCD and ADHD and go on, and on, like a dripping tap.  Think Sheldon Cooper, if that rings some kind of bell.  I gather it's some kind of need I have to be, constantly, in complete control of everything.  I quite simply assume everyone around me is a complete idiot.  The humans aren't doing a very good job of convincing me otherwise.  You must prove yourself to me.  Seriously, I mean it.  I expect to be disappointed.   Show me what you've got and back it up with proof.

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http://ElectronSpeed.Tumblr.com     The Electron sets the speed of light... yup.  Physics… The Speed of Light, Grand Unified Theory, Gravity, Dark Matter, Dark Energy… how the physical size of the Electron is the clock that sets the speed of light.  Gravity is motion and a product of the fact that nothing ever sits still, combined with the magnetic properties of Dark Matter/Energy.  Nothing can ever move in an absolute circle and rest is a relativity illusion.

Absolute rest is not possible… ever.  The universe can not end.  Time is change and is an illusion.  It is always now, everywhere, all at once, all of the time. Proof of that is that ANY object MUST be HERE and THERE at the SAME time, no matter how large… even a Galaxy.  It is always NOW on both sides… here and there, in space,  of the Galaxy… all galaxies, everywhere.  Waves can be either physical or electronic.  The duality of the universe keeps it ongoing.  DNA is the battery of life.  When the chains can no longer co-operate, life ceases in the body.  Life, itself, is a duality.  Time measurement is a relativity convenience.)  Time travel is impossible because time is not a place and nothing stays where it was.  One year from now the Solar System will have moved about seven BILLION kilometres through space and will NEVER return to where it was… ever.

Earth travels through space like a long wave… it has NEVER, ever made an actual circle, nor ellipse, in space.  The circle/ellipse is an illusion of relativity.  Nothing can ever travel in an actual circle in space… NOTHING.  Nothing can ever go backward.  Backwards motion is an illusion of relativity.  Time is a repercussion of change and has no fixed rate… things explode or move like a glacier.  At best we can only compare rates of change.  Our rate of change is called the second/minute/hour/day/month/year system.

NOTHING CAN EVER MOVE IN A TRUE CIRCLE.  THE EARTH HAS NEVER MADE A LOOP IN SPACE… EVER.  YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU DON’T KNOW.

WATCH VIDEO FOR EXPLANATION OF THE PATH OF EARTH THROUGH SPACE.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IPjohZCMwmI

Earth moves about 7 billion kilometers through space, each year… in a long wave.  Earth NEVER returns to where it was before.  Earth is NOT an island in space… one of the reasons why time travel is impossible.  If you take a trip through space, outside the Solar System, Earth will NOT be there when you return�� it will be far, far away.  You will have to return to where it will BE when you arrive… remember, it’s moving very, very, very fast through space in a long wave… never a circle, or ellipse.

http://The-Shape-Of-God.Tumbler.com   Manuscript of my book… The Shape of God.

Butch, himself.  Visual Artist, Photographer, Physicist (Particle, Sub/Atomic Physics/Relativity)

Inhibitions are just so inhibiting, I avoid them.

I’m a friendly, but pretty blunt, kind of guy.  No time for beating around the bush.  I like to say what I mean and mean what I say.  I’m 73 years old.  Time is not on my side.  You don’t have to like me.  I’m a social recluse, anyway.  I share my life, in photos, video, and words, to let you into my life and hope to inspire you to be a productive and useful human.  I have old age issues but will continue to post, here, while I’m well and able.  I talk a lot… I’m told it’s part of my OCD and ADHD.  Come direct at http://ButchNaked.com  Sign in if you wish to see me naked.

If you don’t know me, the following might help you get to know what kind of person I am.  I don’t expect you to understand me.  I can be a bit OCD and ADHD.

“They’ve already got more blowjobs than we’ll ever get”  Steve Smith (American Dad), talking about college jocks.

“Now let us touch testicles and mate for life”  Alien on The Simpsons

“It never hurts to have a second set of prints on a gun”  Nelson Muntz, The Simpsons.

I’m here to teach you things.  While I appreciate other people’s opinions, I really don’t much give a crap what anyone thinks.  Until you prove your worth, I will be nice but you have to earn my respect. The moment you say a word, I’ll be figuring you out really, really fast.  You should assume that I don’t trust anyone.  I’ve not met a single trustworthy person in my entire life.  I’ve met lots of nice people who aren’t too bright… well-intentioned folk who know little about anything, people who are nice, most of the time until you say something that offends them.  Honourable people agree to disagree.

Look up the phrase “CRITICAL THINKING” then learn to practice it.  Most people leap before they look and judge before they listen to the facts.  Most don’t have enough knowledge, nor experience, to be experts in much of anything.  You don’t know what you don’t know.  I like to remind you of that, often.

The only other REALLY IMPORTANT thing to know about me is that I, totally, despise all religions, the teaching of religion, and religious institutions… I despise them as the evilest things on the planet.  If you follow a religion, you CAN NOT BE MY FRIEND.   THAT’S THAT.  You are an ignorant idiot who is an ever-present danger to yourself and everyone and everything around you.  Nothing, absolutely NOTHING, is eviler than religion.  I don’t stand for, nor sing, our National Anthem because it praises a fictitious and superstitious being called 'God’.  Only a brain dead moron bonehead ignorant idiot would believe such a thing.

If you have a religion, I will not associate with you… period.  You are a danger to be around.  Yes, I insult religions… they are extraordinarily evil.  I said it, I mean it.  You have a right to be an idiot, but not around me.  I have a right to defend myself against the horrors of religion and I will.  Religion is evil.  People who are into religion are, either, brainwashed or extraordinarily ignorant, not very intelligent, a danger to themselves and everyone around them, and must be avoided.  I can’t say it enough times.  If you have a religion you are brainwashed or too fucking stupid to associate with.  Brainwashed, or stupid… either way you are too dangerous to be around.  Religion is the number one problem in the world.

http://The-Shape-Of-God.Tumblr.com

I keep a homepage at http://ButchBoard.com

My main video page is http://YouTube.com/ButchNews  

go direct at http://ButchNews.com

You may come directly to my photostream at http://ButchNaked.com You may download and share nude photos of me... go nuts.

I have zero inhibitions about nudity and sex.  You must sign in to see me naked.  I talk, openly, about sex.  You may download and share nude photos of me… go nuts.

GOOGLE my name (Terry David Silvercloud or David Silvercloud) for more information about me.

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Terry David “Butch/Butch Naked” Silvercloud

"Step aside!  I shall perform the necessary heroics"  Comic Book Guy/The Simpsons

"Only those who will risk going too far can possibly find out how far one can go." - T. S. Eliot

11.9 Million photo views, to date at http://ButchNaked.com.  Thank you.  At this time I'm getting about 100,000 photo views a week.

Again... thanks for the visits.

TELL EVERYONE.  Free photo downloads at BUTCHNAKED.COM

"That's a great title.  It jumps out at you like a rat in your underwear drawer"   Moe Sizlack/The Simpsons

My homepage is http://ButchBoard.com

I'm not your average stone of the beach. . Now keep reading.

THE DAILY GRIND... ARE WE THERE YET?

Cool, lots of sun, late afternoon fog.  I wuz up at 9am.  Painted, exercises, selfies, TV, coffee, smoking pot.  I made a video about Abraham, and the First Temple.  You can see me up close and personal while I talk by clicking on the video link, below.

https://youtu.be/pYC8Akmjc3Q

Met a guy at the library who bought my antique Sony transistor radio.

THIS IS THE END OF THE DAILY GRIND.

IF YOU HAVEN'T BEEN HERE, BEFORE, HERE IS MORE STUFF TO READ...

I'm a bit OCD and ADHD and go on like a dripping tap.  Think Sheldon Cooper, if that rings some kind of bell.  I quite simply assume everyone around me is a complete idiot.

http://DavidSilvercloud.com (Blog)    (http://David_Silvercloud.Tumblr.com)

http://ButchNews.com (Video)     (http://YouTube.com/ButchNews)

http://ButchNaked.com (Photo Stream)    (http://Flickr.com/David_Silvercloud)

http://SeriousThunder.com (Art)

http://ElectronSpeed.Tumblr.com    

...(Physics... The Speed of Light, Grand Unified Theory, Gravity, Dark Matter, Dark Energy... how the physical size of the Electron is the clock that sets the speed of light.  Gravity is motion and a product of the fact that nothing ever sits still, combined with the magnetic properties of Dark Matter/Energy.  Nothing can ever move in an absolute circle and rest is a relativity illusion.

Absolute rest is not possible... ever.  The universe can not end.  Time is change and is an illusion.  It is always now, everywhere, all at once, all of the time. Proof of that is that ANY object MUST be HERE and THERE at the SAME time, no matter how large... even a Galaxy.  It is always NOW on both sides... here and there, in space,  of the Galaxy... all galaxies, everywhere.  Waves can be either physical or electronic.  The duality of the universe keeps it ongoing.  DNA is the battery of life.  When the chains can no longer co-operate, life ceases in the body.  Life, itself, is a duality.  Time measurement is a relativity convenience.)  Time travel is impossible because time is not a place and nothing stays where it was.  One year from now the Solar System will have moved about seven BILLION kilometres through space and will NEVER return to where it was... ever.

Earth travels through space like a long wave... it has NEVER, ever made an actual circle, nor ellipse, in space.  The circle/ellipse is an illusion of relativity.  Nothing can ever travel in an actual circle in space... NOTHING.  Nothing can ever go backward.  Backwards motion is an illusion of relativity.  Time is a repercussion of change and has no fixed rate... things explode or move like a glacier.  At best we can only compare rates of change.  Our rate of change is called the second/minute/hour/day/month/year system.

NOTHING CAN EVER MOVE IN A TRUE CIRCLE.  THE EARTH HAS NEVER MADE A LOOP IN SPACE... EVER.  YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU DON'T KNOW.

WATCH VIDEO FOR EXPLANATION OF THE PATH OF EARTH THROUGH SPACE.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IPjohZCMwmI

Earth moves about 7 billion kilometers through space, each year... in a long wave.  Earth NEVER returns to where it was before.  Earth is NOT an island in space... one of the reasons why time travel is impossible.  If you take a trip through space, outside the Solar System, Earth will NOT be there when you return... it will be far, far away.  You will have to return to where it will BE when you arrive... remember, it's moving very, very, very fast through space in a long wave... never a circle, or ellipse.

http://The-Shape-Of-God.Tumbler.com   Manuscript of my book... The Shape of God.

Butch, himself.  Visual Artist, Photographer, Physicist (Particle, Sub/Atomic Physics/Relativity)

Inhibitions are just so inhibiting, I avoid them.

I'm a friendly, but pretty blunt, kind of guy.  No time for beating around the bush.  I like to say what I mean and mean what I say.  I'm 73 years old.  Time is not on my side.  You don't have to like me.  I'm a social recluse, anyway.  I share my life, in photos, video, and words, to let you into my life and hope to inspire you to be a productive and useful human.  I have old age issues but will continue to post, here, while I'm well and able.  I talk a lot... I'm told it's part of my OCD and ADHD.  Come direct at http://ButchNaked.com  Sign in if you wish to see me naked.

If you don't know me, the following might help you get to know what kind of person I am.  I don't expect you to understand me.  I can be a bit OCD and ADHD.

"They've already got more blowjobs than we'll ever get"  Steve Smith (American Dad), talking about college jocks.

"Now let us touch testicles and mate for life"  Alien on The Simpsons

"It never hurts to have a second set of prints on a gun"  Nelson Muntz, The Simpsons.

I'm here to teach you things.  While I appreciate other people's opinions, I really don't much give a crap what anyone thinks.  Until you prove your worth, I will be nice but you have to earn my respect. The moment you say a word, I'll be figuring you out really, really fast.  You should assume that I don't trust anyone.  I've not met a single trustworthy person in my entire life.  I've met lots of nice people who aren't too bright... well-intentioned folk who know little about anything, people who are nice, most of the time until you say something that offends them.  Honourable people agree to disagree.

Look up the phrase "CRITICAL THINKING" then learn to practice it.  Most people leap before they look and judge before they listen to the facts.  Most don't have enough knowledge, nor experience, to be experts in much of anything.  You don't know what you don't know.  I like to remind you of that, often.

The only other REALLY IMPORTANT thing to know about me is that I, totally, despise all religions, the teaching of religion, and religious institutions... I despise them as the evilest things on the planet.  If you follow a religion, you CAN NOT BE MY FRIEND.   THAT'S THAT.  You are an ignorant idiot who is an ever-present danger to yourself and everyone and everything around you.  Nothing, absolutely NOTHING, is eviler than religion.  I don't stand for, nor sing, our National Anthem because it praises a fictitious and superstitious being called 'God'.  Only a brain dead moron bonehead ignorant idiot would believe such a thing.

If you have a religion, I will not associate with you... period.  You are a danger to be around.  Yes, I insult religions... they are extraordinarily evil.  I said it, I mean it.  You have a right to be an idiot, but not around me.  I have a right to defend myself against the horrors of religion and I will.  Religion is evil.  People who are into religion are, either, brainwashed or extraordinarily ignorant, not very intelligent, a danger to themselves and everyone around them, and must be avoided.  I can't say it enough times.  If you have a religion you are brainwashed or too fucking stupid to associate with.  Brainwashed, or stupid... either way you are too dangerous to be around.  Religion is the number one problem in the world.

http://The-Shape-Of-God.Tumblr.com

I keep a homepage at http://ButchBoard.com

My main video page is http://YouTube.com/ButchNews  go direct at http://ButchNews.com

You may come directly to my photostream at http://ButchNaked.com

I have zero inhibitions about nudity and sex.  You must sign in to see me naked.  I talk, openly, about sex.  You may download and share nude photos of me... go nuts.

GOOGLE my name (Terry David Silvercloud or David Silvercloud) for more information.

#Artist #Photographer #David Silvercloud #Butch Naked

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Terry David “Butch/Butch Naked” Silvercloud

"Step aside!  I shall perform the necessary heroics"  Comic Book Guy/The Simpsons

"Only those who will risk going too far can possibly find out how far one can go." - T. S. Eliot

11.8 Million photo views, to date at http://ButchNaked.com.  Thank you.  At this time I'm getting about 100,000 photo views a week.

Again... thanks for the visits.

TELL EVERYONE.  Free photo downloads at BUTCHNAKED.COM

My homepage is http://ButchBoard.com

I'm not your average worn old towel. . Now keep reading.

THE DAILY GRIND... ARE WE THERE YET?

Sunday, 3 Dec., 2017.  A mix of sun and clouds, chilly, in Vancouver.  I wuz up around 11am after staying up very late.  Painted, watched TV, smoked pot, drank coffee and eggnog, did some selfies.

It upsets me to see people spending good money on 1% or 2% Milk.  Companies take all the good stuff out of the milk to make butter and cream and charge you for water and chalk.  Fat is good for you.  All milks contain sugar... even the 1% which has just as much Lactose as whole milk... all the sugar, all the FAT MAKING stuff.  Fat does not make a lot of fat.  Fat is slow to digest.  Sugar is digested quickly, or immediately.  Lactose has to be converted to sucrose by way of enzymes in your stomach (why some people are Lactose intolerant... they can't digest that sugar).  Calves grow up on whole milk to be strong young cows or veal.  Yup, Veal is baby cow, enjoy your roast veal.

Chlorestorol is not good for us, but it doesn't come from milk.  You are more likely to have high cholesterol levels from eating red meats and not enough fiber foods.  If you are overweight, already, your hormones will not be handling things properly and you begin to store MORE fat, not less.  One way to fix that is to reduce the number of meals you have a day... cut out snacks and wait until dinner time to eat.  If you become tired, try eating some fruit which is very high in sugar and will give you an immediate sugar fix.

There are some fats that are not good for you to eat in excess... think potato chips.  You are mixing fats and carbohydrates together... high-calorie foods.  Your body will store sugars from the potatoes while having a long time to digest the fat in the chips.... ie the combo is fat making for you. .....

I'm feeling well, lately.  I'm lonely but try to keep busy to keep time flying by.  The pot helps.  I'm running on the assumption my health will remain stable for the next two years and I'll still be above ground at age 75, just less than two years from now.  So, I'm working on my present projects and making plans, asking myself what's important and what's not.  What to put the most energy into.

I have a large number of incomplete oil paintings... ones I worked on while trying to figure out how to paint.  The compositions are established and it should be easy to finish them up.  Finishing the oil paintings is on top of the list.  I have some videos I want to make about the cause of the Speed of Light, but that should be fairly easy and will get done shortly.

After the oil paintings, and starting new works, I have thousands of negatives I'd like to scan and upload to the net.  I need a good scanner for that which I can't afford.  But, it's on my list.  My negatives and transparencies are, mainly, 6x6cm as well as a large number of 35mm film and transparencies.  A good scanner is still a few thousand dollars.

THIS IS THE END OF THE DAILY GRIND.

IF YOU HAVEN'T BEEN HERE, BEFORE, HERE IS MORE STUFF TO READ...

I'm a bit OCD and ADHD and go on like a dripping tap.  Think Sheldon Cooper, if that rings some kind of bell.  I quite simply assume everyone around me is a complete idiot.

http://DavidSilvercloud.com (Blog)    (http://David_Silvercloud.Tumblr.com)

http://ButchNews.com (Video)     (http://YouTube.com/ButchNews)

http://ButchNaked.com (Photo Stream)    (http://Flickr.com/David_Silvercloud)

http://SeriousThunder.com (Art)

http://ElectronSpeed.Tumblr.com    

...(Physics... The Speed of Light, Grand Unified Theory, Gravity, Dark Matter, Dark Energy... how the physical size of the Electron is the clock that sets the speed of light.  Gravity is motion and a product of the fact that nothing ever sits still, combined with the magnetic properties of Dark Matter/Energy.  Nothing can ever move in an absolute circle and rest is a relativity illusion.

Absolute rest is not possible... ever.  The universe can not end.  Time is change and is an illusion.  It is always now, everywhere, all at once, all of the time. Proof of that is that ANY object MUST be HERE and THERE at the SAME time, no matter how large... even a Galaxy.  It is always NOW on both sides... here and there, in space,  of the Galaxy... all galaxies, everywhere.  Waves can be either physical or electronic.  The duality of the universe keeps it ongoing.  DNA is the battery of life.  When the chains can no longer co-operate, life ceases in the body.  Life, itself, is a duality.  Time measurement is a relativity convenience.)  Time travel is impossible because time is not a place and nothing stays where it was.  One year from now the Solar System will have moved about seven BILLION kilometres through space and will NEVER return to where it was... ever.

Earth travels through space like a long wave... it has NEVER, ever made an actual circle, nor ellipse, in space.  The circle/ellipse is an illusion of relativity.  Nothing can ever travel in an actual circle in space... NOTHING.  Nothing can ever go backward.  Backwards motion is an illusion of relativity.  Time is a repercussion of change and has no fixed rate... things explode or move like a glacier.  At best we can only compare rates of change.  Our rate of change is called the second/minute/hour/day/month/year system.

WATCH VIDEO FOR EXPLANATION OF THE PATH OF EARTH THROUGH SPACE.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IPjohZCMwmI

Earth moves about 7 billion kilometers through space, each year... in a long wave.  Earth NEVER returns to where it was before.  Earth is NOT an island in space... one of the reasons why time travel is impossible.  If you take a trip through space, outside the Solar System, Earth will NOT be there when you return... it will be far, far away.  You will have to return to where it will BE when you arrive... remember, it's moving very, very, very fast through space in a long wave... never a circle, or ellipse.

http://The-Shape-Of-God.Tumbler.com   Manuscript of my book... The Shape of God.

Butch, himself.  Visual Artist, Photographer, Physicist (Particle, Sub/Atomic Physics/Relativity)

Inhibitions are just so inhibiting, I avoid them.

I'm a friendly, but pretty blunt, kind of guy.  No time for beating around the bush.  I like to say what I mean and mean what I say.  I'm 73 years old.  Time is not on my side.  You don't have to like me.  I'm a social recluse, anyway.  I share my life, in photos, video, and words, to let you into my life and hope to inspire you to be a productive and useful human.  I have old age issues but will continue to post, here, while I'm well and able.  I talk a lot... I'm told it's part of my OCD and ADHD.  Come direct at http://ButchNaked.com  Sign in if you wish to see me naked.

If you don't know me, the following might help you get to know what kind of person I am.  I don't expect you to understand me.  I can be a bit OCD and ADHD.

"They've already got more blowjobs than we'll ever get"  Steve Smith (American Dad), talking about college jocks.

"Now let us touch testicles and mate for life"  Alien on The Simpsons

"It never hurts to have a second set of prints on a gun"  Nelson Muntz, The Simpsons.

I'm here to teach you things.  While I appreciate other people's opinions, I really don't much give a crap what anyone thinks.  Until you prove your worth, I will be nice but you have to earn my respect. The moment you say a word, I'll be figuring you out really, really fast.  You should assume that I don't trust anyone.  I've not met a single trustworthy person in my entire life.  I've met lots of nice people who aren't too bright... well-intentioned folk who know little about anything, people who are nice, most of the time until you say something that offends them.  Honourable people agree to disagree.

Look up the phrase "CRITICAL THINKING" then learn to practice it.  Most people leap before they look and judge before they listen to the facts.  Most don't have enough knowledge, nor experience, to be experts in much of anything.  You don't know what you don't know.  I like to remind you of that, often.

The only other REALLY IMPORTANT thing to know about me is that I, totally, despise all religions, the teaching of religion, and religious institutions... I despise them as the evilest things on the planet.  If you follow a religion, you CAN NOT BE MY FRIEND.   THAT'S THAT.  You are an ignorant idiot who is an ever-present danger to yourself and everyone and everything around you.  Nothing, absolutely NOTHING, is eviler than religion.  I don't stand for, nor sing, our National Anthem because it praises a fictitious and superstitious being called 'God'.  Only a brain dead moron bonehead ignorant idiot would believe such a thing.

If you have a religion, I will not associate with you... period.  You are a danger to be around.  Yes, I insult religions... they are extraordinarily evil.  I said it, I mean it.  You have a right to be an idiot, but not around me.  I have a right to defend myself against the horrors of religion and I will.  Religion is evil.  I can't say it enough times.

http://The-Shape-Of-God.Tumblr.com

I keep a homepage at http://ButchBoard.com

My main video page is http://YouTube.com/ButchNews  go direct at http://ButchNews.com

You may come directly to my photostream at http://ButchNaked.com

You must sign in to see me naked.  You may download and share nude photos of me... go nuts.

GOOGLE my name (Terry David Silvercloud or David Silvercloud) for more information.

#Artist #Photographer #Physicist #David Silvercloud #Butch Naked #Visual Artist

[davidsilvercloud]

Terry David “Butch/Butch Naked” Silvercloud

“Step aside!  I shall perform the necessary heroics”  Comic Book Guy/The Simpsons

“Only those who will risk going too far can possibly find out how far one can go.” - T. S. Eliot

12.7 Million photo views, to date at http://ButchNaked.com.  Thank you.  At this time I’m getting about 200,000 photo views a week these days.

Again… thanks for the visits.

TELL EVERYONE.  Free photo downloads at http://BUTCHNAKED.COM

http://Flickr.com/David_Silvercloud

“That’s a great title.  It jumps out at you like a rat in your underwear drawer”   Moe Sizlack/The Simpsons

My homepage is http://ButchBoard.com

I’m not your average drop of rain.

“I’ve come to hate my own creation.  Now I know how God feels.”  Homer Simpson

Now keep reading.

THE DAILY GRIND… ARE WE THERE YET?

Be Prepared... Naloxone Training and Kits, British Columbia.  Free. Free is a very good price.

http://www.naloxonetraining.com/

Thursday, 21 Dec. 2017.  Grey and cool in Vancouver.  I wuz up early.  Been painting away, did some selfies, exercises... the regular kind of day.  Went downtown a bit early to buy my Doctor a bottle of liquor for Xmas.  I'm really thankful I have the doctor I have.

"My little Eric can be, sometimes, a bit dramatic"  Eric Cartman's Mother/South Park

“it’s time to go home.  The insurance company said you’re as well as they’re going to pay for” Doctor Hibbert/The Simpsons THIS IS THE END OF THE DAILY GRIND.

"He who controls the stuffing, controls the Universe."  Alien Pilgrim transported through a worm hole to Earth/South Park.

IF YOU HAVEN’T BEEN HERE, BEFORE, HERE IS MORE STUFF TO READ…

"People who have never seen a movie say it's a great movie"  Apu/The Simpsons

"There is no God, Ned.  It's just an empty meaningless void"  Maude Flanders' ghost/The Simpsons

I repeat myself, a lot, because I know humans are really bad at paying attention, and understanding much of anything they read.  Quite, bluntly, I consider most humans to be walking, talking idiots.  I'm doing as best I know how to save you from your stupidity.

I’m a bit OCD and ADHD and go on, and on, like a dripping tap.  Think Sheldon Cooper, if that rings some kind of bell.  I gather it’s some kind of need I have to be, constantly, in complete control of everything.  I quite simply assume everyone around me is a complete idiot.  The humans aren’t doing a very good job of convincing me otherwise.  You must prove yourself to me.  Seriously, I mean it.  I expect to be disappointed.   Show me what you’ve got and back it up with proof.

http://DavidSilvercloud.com (Blog)    (http://David_Silvercloud.Tumblr.com)

http://ButchNews.com (Video)     (http://YouTube.com/ButchNews)

http://ButchNaked.com (Photo Stream)    (http://Flickr.com/David_Silvercloud)

http://SeriousThunder.com (Art)

http://ElectronSpeed.Tumblr.com     The Electron sets the speed of light… yup.  Physics… The Speed of Light, Grand Unified Theory, Gravity, Dark Matter, Dark Energy… how the physical size of the Electron is the clock that sets the speed of light.  Gravity is motion and a product of the fact that nothing ever sits still, combined with the magnetic properties of Dark Matter/Energy.  Nothing can ever move in an absolute circle and rest is a relativity illusion.

The ENTIRE universe is based upon a simple fact... it must have TWO parts.  It can not be otherwise and is impossible to be otherwise.  This is because of what a physicist calls "spin".

If you had only one substance to make the universe with and it could be broken down to as small as it needed to be at any time... i.e. it could be so small it barely exists, at all, there will STILL be TWO different types... that is because one can choose to spin LEFT or RIGHT in space.  Even turning yourself upside down will not change that fact because there is no up, nor down, in space.

The fact that everything SOLID must have spin, either left or right, introduces opposite forces.  Things which spin the SAME way repel each other, those that spin the OPPOSITE way attract each other... clumping begins and so does a universe.  Another thing comes into being... what we term magnetism.  There MUST be opposite POLES... magnetism comes into being with spin.  Spin creates opposites, including North/South polarity.  In Atoms, any atom that isn't in balance... has an equal number of left and right spinning Electrons, will be affected by magnetism... and radio waves.

Absolute rest is not possible… ever.  The universe can not end.  Time is change and is an illusion.  It is always now, everywhere, all at once, all of the time. Proof of that is that ANY object MUST be HERE and THERE at the SAME time, no matter how large… even a Galaxy.  It is always NOW on both sides… here and there, in space,  of the Galaxy… all galaxies, everywhere.  Waves can be either physical or electronic.  The duality of the universe keeps it ongoing.  DNA is the battery of life.  When the chains can no longer co-operate, life ceases in the body.  Life, itself, is a duality.  Time measurement is a relativity convenience.)  Time travel is impossible because time is not a place and nothing stays where it was.  One year from now the Solar System will have moved about seven BILLION kilometres through space and will NEVER return to where it was… ever.

Earth travels through space like a long wave… it has NEVER, ever made an actual circle, nor ellipse, in space.  The circle/ellipse is an illusion of relativity.  Nothing can ever travel in an actual circle in space… NOTHING.  Nothing can ever go backward.  Backwards motion is an illusion of relativity.  Time is a repercussion of change and has no fixed rate… things explode or move like a glacier.  At best we can only compare rates of change.  Our rate of change is called the second/minute/hour/day/month/year system.

NOTHING CAN EVER MOVE IN A TRUE CIRCLE.  THE EARTH HAS NEVER MADE A LOOP IN SPACE… EVER.  YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU DON’T KNOW.

WATCH VIDEO FOR EXPLANATION OF THE PATH OF EARTH THROUGH SPACE.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IPjohZCMwmI

Earth moves about 7 billion kilometers through space, each year… in a long wave.  Earth NEVER returns to where it was before.  Earth is NOT an island in space… one of the reasons why time travel is impossible.  If you take a trip through space, outside the Solar System, Earth will NOT be there when you return… it will be far, far away.  You will have to return to where it will BE when you arrive… remember, it’s moving very, very, very fast through space in a long wave… never a circle, or ellipse.

http://The-Shape-Of-God.Tumbler.com   Manuscript of my book… The Shape of God.

Butch, himself.  Visual Artist, Photographer, Physicist (Particle, Sub/Atomic Physics/Relativity) Inhibitions are just so inhibiting, I avoid them.

I’m a friendly, but pretty blunt, kind of guy.  No time for beating around the bush.  I like to say what I mean and mean what I say.  I’m 73 years old.  Time is not on my side.  You don’t have to like me.  I’m a social recluse, anyway.  I share my life, in photos, video, and words, to let you into my life and hope to inspire you to be a productive and useful human.  I have old age issues but will continue to post, here, while I’m well and able.  I talk a lot… I’m told it’s part of my OCD and ADHD.  Come direct at http://ButchNaked.com  Sign in if you wish to see me naked.

If you don’t know me, the following might help you get to know what kind of person I am.  I don’t expect you to understand me.  I can be a bit OCD and ADHD.

“They’ve already got more blowjobs than we’ll ever get”  Steve Smith (American Dad), talking about college jocks.

“Now let us touch testicles and mate for life”  Alien on The Simpsons

“It never hurts to have a second set of prints on a gun”  Nelson Muntz, The Simpsons.

I’m here to teach you things.  While I appreciate other people’s opinions, I really don’t much give a crap what anyone thinks.  Until you prove your worth, I will be nice but you have to earn my respect. The moment you say a word, I’ll be figuring you out really, really fast.  You should assume that I don’t trust anyone.  I’ve not met a single trustworthy person in my entire life.  I’ve met lots of nice people who aren’t too bright… well-intentioned folk who know little about anything, people who are nice, most of the time until you say something that offends them.  Honourable people agree to disagree.

Look up the phrase “CRITICAL THINKING” then learn to practice it.  Most people leap before they look and judge before they listen to the facts.  Most don’t have enough knowledge, nor experience, to be experts in much of anything.  You don’t know what you don’t know.  I like to remind you of that, often.

The only other REALLY IMPORTANT thing to know about me is that I, totally, despise all religions, the teaching of religion, and religious institutions… I despise them as the evilest things on the planet.  If you follow a religion, you CAN NOT BE MY FRIEND.   THAT’S THAT.  You are an ignorant idiot who is an ever-present danger to yourself and everyone and everything around you.  Nothing, absolutely NOTHING, is eviler than religion.  I don’t stand for, nor sing, our National Anthem because it praises a fictitious and superstitious being called ‘God’.  Only a brain dead moron bonehead ignorant idiot would believe such a thing.

If you have a religion, I will not associate with you… period.  You are a danger to be around.  Yes, I insult religions… they are extraordinarily evil.  I said it, I mean it.  You have a right to be an idiot, but not around me.  I have a right to defend myself against the horrors of religion and I will.  Religion is evil.  People who are into religion are, either, brainwashed or extraordinarily ignorant, not very intelligent, a danger to themselves and everyone around them, and must be avoided.  I can’t say it enough times.  If you have a religion you are brainwashed or too fucking stupid to associate with.  Brainwashed, or stupid… either way you are too dangerous to be around.  Religion is the number one problem in the world.

http://The-Shape-Of-God.Tumblr.com

I keep a homepage at http://ButchBoard.com

My main video page is http://YouTube.com/ButchNews   go direct at http://ButchNews.com

You may come directly to my photostream at http://ButchNaked.com You may download and share nude photos of me… go nuts.

I have zero inhibitions about nudity and sex.  You must sign in to see me naked.  I talk, openly, about sex.  You may download and share nude photos of me… go nuts.

"Wow!  THAT had what I really like in a story... an ending."  Homer Simpson.

#Artist #Photographer #Physicist #David Silvercloud

[davidsilvercloud]

Terry David “Butch/Butch Naked” Silvercloud

“Step aside!  I shall perform the necessary heroics”  Comic Book Guy/The Simpsons

“Only those who will risk going too far can possibly find out how far one can go.” - T. S. Eliot

12.7 Million photo views, to date at http://ButchNaked.com.  Thank you.  At this time I’m getting about 200,000 photo views a week these days.

Again… thanks for the visits.

TELL EVERYONE.  Free photo downloads at http://BUTCHNAKED.COM

http://Flickr.com/David_Silvercloud

“That’s a great title.  It jumps out at you like a rat in your underwear drawer”   Moe Sizlack/The Simpsons

My homepage is http://ButchBoard.com

I’m not your average drop of rain.

“I’ve come to hate my own creation.  Now I know how God feels.”  Homer Simpson

Now keep reading.

THE DAILY GRIND… ARE WE THERE YET?

Be Prepared... Naloxone Training and Kits, British Columbia.

http://www.naloxonetraining.com/

Tuesday, 19 Dec. 2017.  Snowy and cool and grey in Vancouver, today.

I wuz up early, 8am, after going to bed by 11pm.  Bright and sunny day.

A bit achy.  Had a coffee, dark fruit cake, and a Diclofenac... trying to do it in the morning, now.  I have to take it with food which is hard for me because I'm not, even, slightly hungry.  Had a T3, as well.  Watched some news then had a snooze for an hour on my sofa.

Got lots of painting done, some selfies, the usual kind of day.  Got my exercises done.  I'm trying to get into a routine of up early and paint, paint, paint.  I take lots of breaks and shoot selfies, most of them naked, which I upload to my photos stream.  You are welcome to see me nude, to download and share nude photos of me.  Go nuts.  Seriously... I have no inhibitions, that way.  I promote a healthy attitude towards the body and sex.  I practice safe sex.  Today I fucked my sex toy, blew my load and had a shower before going downtown.  It's good for a man to masturbate... seriously, it is.

“it’s time to go home.  The insurance company said you’re as well as they’re going to pay for”

Doctor Hibbert/The Simpsons

THIS IS THE END OF THE DAILY GRIND.

"He who controls the stuffing, controls the Universe."  Alien Pilgrim transported through a wormhole to Earth/South Park.

IF YOU HAVEN’T BEEN HERE, BEFORE, HERE IS MORE STUFF TO READ…

"People who have never seen a movie say it's a great movie"  Apu/The Simpsons

"There is no God, Ned.  It's just an empty meaningless void"  Maude Flanders' ghost/The Simpsons

I repeat myself, a lot, because I know humans are really bad at paying attention, and understanding much of anything they read.  Quite, bluntly, I consider most humans to be walking, talking idiots.  I'm doing as best I know how to save you from your stupidity.

I’m a bit OCD and ADHD and go on, and on, like a dripping tap.  Think Sheldon Cooper, if that rings some kind of bell.  I gather it’s some kind of need I have to be, constantly, in complete control of everything.  I quite simply assume everyone around me is a complete idiot.  The humans aren’t doing a very good job of convincing me otherwise.  You must prove yourself to me.  Seriously, I mean it.  I expect to be disappointed.   Show me what you’ve got and back it up with proof.

http://DavidSilvercloud.com (Blog)    (http://David_Silvercloud.Tumblr.com)

http://ButchNews.com (Video)     (http://YouTube.com/ButchNews)

http://ButchNaked.com (Photo Stream)    (http://Flickr.com/David_Silvercloud)

http://SeriousThunder.com (Art)

http://ElectronSpeed.Tumblr.com     The Electron sets the speed of light… yup.  Physics… The Speed of Light, Grand Unified Theory, Gravity, Dark Matter, Dark Energy… how the physical size of the Electron is the clock that sets the speed of light.  Gravity is motion and a product of the fact that nothing ever sits still, combined with the magnetic properties of Dark Matter/Energy.  Nothing can ever move in an absolute circle and rest is a relativity illusion.

The ENTIRE universe is based upon a simple fact... it must have TWO parts.  It can not be otherwise and is impossible to be otherwise.  This is because of what a physicist calls "spin".

If you had only one substance to make the universe with and it could be broken down to as small as it needed to be at any time... i.e. it could be so small it barely exists, at all, there will STILL be TWO different types... that is because one can choose to spin LEFT or RIGHT in space.  Even turning yourself upside down will not change that fact because there is no up, nor down, in space.

The fact that everything SOLID must have spin, either left or right, introduces opposite forces.  Things which spin the SAME way repel each other, those that spin the OPPOSITE way attract each other... clumping begins and so does a universe.  Another thing comes into being... what we term magnetism.  There MUST be opposite POLES... magnetism comes into being with spin.  Spin creates opposites, including North/South polarity.  In Atoms, any atom that isn't in balance... has an equal number of left and right spinning Electrons, will be affected by magnetism... and radio waves.

Absolute rest is not possible… ever.  The universe can not end.  Time is change and is an illusion.  It is always now, everywhere, all at once, all of the time. Proof of that is that ANY object MUST be HERE and THERE at the SAME time, no matter how large… even a Galaxy.  It is always NOW on both sides… here and there, in space,  of the Galaxy… all galaxies, everywhere.  Waves can be either physical or electronic.  The duality of the universe keeps it ongoing.  DNA is the battery of life.  When the chains can no longer co-operate, life ceases in the body.  Life, itself, is a duality.  Time measurement is a relativity convenience.)  Time travel is impossible because time is not a place and nothing stays where it was.  One year from now the Solar System will have moved about seven BILLION kilometres through space and will NEVER return to where it was… ever.

Earth travels through space like a long wave… it has NEVER, ever made an actual circle, nor ellipse, in space.  The circle/ellipse is an illusion of relativity.  Nothing can ever travel in an actual circle in space… NOTHING.  Nothing can ever go backward.  Backwards motion is an illusion of relativity.  Time is a repercussion of change and has no fixed rate… things explode or move like a glacier.  At best we can only compare rates of change.  Our rate of change is called the second/minute/hour/day/month/year system.

NOTHING CAN EVER MOVE IN A TRUE CIRCLE.  THE EARTH HAS NEVER MADE A LOOP IN SPACE… EVER.  YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU DON’T KNOW.

WATCH VIDEO FOR EXPLANATION OF THE PATH OF EARTH THROUGH SPACE.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IPjohZCMwmI

Earth moves about 7 billion kilometers through space, each year… in a long wave.  Earth NEVER returns to where it was before.  Earth is NOT an island in space… one of the reasons why time travel is impossible.  If you take a trip through space, outside the Solar System, Earth will NOT be there when you return… it will be far, far away.  You will have to return to where it will BE when you arrive… remember, it’s moving very, very, very fast through space in a long wave… never a circle, or ellipse.

http://The-Shape-Of-God.Tumbler.com   Manuscript of my book… The Shape of God.

Butch, himself.  Visual Artist, Photographer, Physicist (Particle, Sub/Atomic Physics/Relativity)

Inhibitions are just so inhibiting, I avoid them.

I’m a friendly, but pretty blunt, kind of guy.  No time for beating around the bush.  I like to say what I mean and mean what I say.  I’m 73 years old.  Time is not on my side.  You don’t have to like me.  I’m a social recluse, anyway.  I share my life, in photos, video, and words, to let you into my life and hope to inspire you to be a productive and useful human.  I have old age issues but will continue to post, here, while I’m well and able.  I talk a lot… I’m told it’s part of my OCD and ADHD.  Come direct at http://ButchNaked.com  Sign in if you wish to see me naked.

If you don’t know me, the following might help you get to know what kind of person I am.  I don’t expect you to understand me.  I can be a bit OCD and ADHD.

“They’ve already got more blowjobs than we’ll ever get”  Steve Smith (American Dad), talking about college jocks.

“Now let us touch testicles and mate for life”  Alien on The Simpsons

“It never hurts to have a second set of prints on a gun”  Nelson Muntz, The Simpsons.

I’m here to teach you things.  While I appreciate other people’s opinions, I really don’t much give a crap what anyone thinks.  Until you prove your worth, I will be nice but you have to earn my respect. The moment you say a word, I’ll be figuring you out really, really fast.  You should assume that I don’t trust anyone.  I’ve not met a single trustworthy person in my entire life.  I’ve met lots of nice people who aren’t too bright… well-intentioned folk who know little about anything, people who are nice, most of the time until you say something that offends them.  Honourable people agree to disagree.

Look up the phrase “CRITICAL THINKING” then learn to practice it.  Most people leap before they look and judge before they listen to the facts.  Most don’t have enough knowledge, nor experience, to be experts in much of anything.  You don’t know what you don’t know.  I like to remind you of that, often.

The only other REALLY IMPORTANT thing to know about me is that I, totally, despise all religions, the teaching of religion, and religious institutions… I despise them as the evilest things on the planet.  If you follow a religion, you CAN NOT BE MY FRIEND.   THAT’S THAT.  You are an ignorant idiot who is an ever-present danger to yourself and everyone and everything around you.  Nothing, absolutely NOTHING, is eviler than religion.  I don’t stand for, nor sing, our National Anthem because it praises a fictitious and superstitious being called ‘God’.  Only a brain dead moron bonehead ignorant idiot would believe such a thing.

If you have a religion, I will not associate with you… period.  You are a danger to be around.  Yes, I insult religions… they are extraordinarily evil.  I said it, I mean it.  You have a right to be an idiot, but not around me.  I have a right to defend myself against the horrors of religion and I will.  Religion is evil.  People who are into religion are, either, brainwashed or extraordinarily ignorant, not very intelligent, a danger to themselves and everyone around them, and must be avoided.  I can’t say it enough times.  If you have a religion you are brainwashed or too fucking stupid to associate with.  Brainwashed, or stupid… either way you are too dangerous to be around.  Religion is the number one problem in the world.

http://The-Shape-Of-God.Tumblr.com

I keep a homepage at http://ButchBoard.com

My main video page is http://YouTube.com/ButchNews   go direct at http://ButchNews.com

You may come directly to my photostream at http://ButchNaked.com You may download and share nude photos of me… go nuts.

I have zero inhibitions about nudity and sex.  You must sign in to see me naked.  I talk, openly, about sex.  You may download and share nude photos of me… go nuts.

"Wow!  THAT had what I really like in a story... an ending."  Homer Simpson.

#Artist #Photographer #Physicist #David Silvercloud

[davidsilvercloud]

Terry David “Butch/Butch Naked” Silvercloud

“Step aside!  I shall perform the necessary heroics”  Comic Book Guy/The Simpsons

“Only those who will risk going too far can possibly find out how far one can go.” - T. S. Eliot

12.6 Million photo views, to date at http://ButchNaked.com.  Thank you.  At this time I’m getting about 100,000 photo views a week.

Again… thanks for the visits.

TELL EVERYONE.  Free photo downloads at

http://BUTCHNAKED.COM

http://Flickr.com/David_Silvercloud

“That’s a great title.  It jumps out at you like a rat in your underwear drawer”   Moe Sizlack/The Simpsons

My homepage is http://ButchBoard.com

I’m not your average cow in the field.

“I’ve come to hate my own creation.  Now I know how God feels.”  Homer Simpson

Now keep reading.

THE DAILY GRIND… ARE WE THERE YET?

Monday, 18 Dec. 2017

A cool, grey and rainy kind of day.  Got lots of painting done, exercises, selfies.  Had the Seattle News Station on TV because of the train wreck just south of the border, here.

I went to bed by 10pm.  I'm adjusting my meds program and taking Diclofenac in the mornings, now, to see how that goes.  The stomach issues (side effects) have subsided.  I don't eat early in the day and it is to be taken with food.  The hard part, for me, is eating something in the morning when I have zero hunger for anything but a cup of coffee.

I've been sleeping a bit more trying to adjust my sleep pattern so I go to bed early and get up early... opposite to what I've done much of my life.  Days are very short in winter and I want to have as much daylight as I can for painting.  Painting in artificial light is difficult to get the colours right.

My painting has undergone rapid change and improvement over the past year as I gain more knowledge and control of the colours.  Green is particularly hard to control as there are no artist's green pigments... pure pigment.  Greens are made by mixing various blue pigments and yellow pigments.  The only natural and reasonably permanent green pigments for artists are rather crappy greens.  So, the brightest and most permanent green is Cadmium Green, often called Permanent Green, made by mixing Cadmium Sulfide and one of the blues, usually Cobalt Blue, but sometimes Phalocyan Blue.  The best brand, I've found, is Stevenson's Cadmium Green.  It can be used right out of the tube and not look pukey when dry.

The shadows of trees are extremely hard to do.  Often most painters just let it go black or dark brown.  Dark Green is very difficult.  I've finally found a mix that dries near black but shows enough nice green to be green.  It's a complex mix but uses Liquitex Sap Green fluid body paint to darken a mix of greens made from Permanent Green, Phalo Blue Green, Cadmium Yellow Light.  I've done it enough I can tell where the mix is going by looking at the colour I'm seeing.  With Acrylic Paints, the wet colour IS NOT THE DRY COLOUR.

While there are lots of Industrial Green Paints, and Dyes, painters require pigments which are both permanent... don't fade easily with light over a long time, and which can be reduced to powder form that mixes with the medium.  For instance, you can't get Veridian Green in Acrylics except as a 'hue' (mix) colour... made from several pigments.  Veridian pigment simply does not like acrylic medium and goes lumpy.

Veridian is a great 'distance' shade of green when mixed with white... distant trees.  Liquitex makes a very nice Veridian Hue in fluid body paint.  It dries black but is a blue/green as soon as any white is added.

I'm making adjustments to a number of paintings to incorporate new ideas about contrast and colour I've had.  I'm working hard every day on my art to try to get a large number of landscapes completed which I have been working on for a  number of years... working out the compositions and building up the paintings.  I don't use photos or real life and make up my scenes.  Sounds easy but it has a lot of issues to resolve.  I've learned it's better to begin with a rough sketch of my idea, then block out the values a bit.  I'm a lot better at dreaming up compositions because of 15 years of practice.

I want to work in oils and have many, many unfinished works... I know enough now to complete them fairly rapidly.  I'll do that once I complete the 25, or so, Acrylic works I've been working on the past 5 years.

“it’s time to go home.  The insurance company said you’re as well as they’re going to pay for” Doctor Hibbert/The Simpsons

THIS IS THE END OF THE DAILY GRIND.

IF YOU HAVEN’T BEEN HERE, BEFORE, HERE IS MORE STUFF TO READ…

"People who have never seen a movie say it's a great movie"  Apu/The Simpsons

"There is no God, Ned.  It's just an empty meaningless void"  Maude Flanders' ghost/The Simpsons

I repeat myself, a lot, because I know humans are really bad at paying attention, and understanding much of anything they read.  Quite, bluntly, I consider most humans to be walking, talking idiots.  I'm doing as best I know how to save you from your stupidity.

I’m a bit OCD and ADHD and go on, and on, like a dripping tap.  Think Sheldon Cooper, if that rings some kind of bell.  I gather it’s some kind of need I have to be, constantly, in complete control of everything.  I quite simply assume everyone around me is a complete idiot.  The humans aren’t doing a very good job of convincing me otherwise.  You must prove yourself to me.  Seriously, I mean it.  I expect to be disappointed.   Show me what you’ve got and back it up with proof.

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http://ElectronSpeed.Tumblr.com     The Electron sets the speed of light… yup.  Physics… The Speed of Light, Grand Unified Theory, Gravity, Dark Matter, Dark Energy… how the physical size of the Electron is the clock that sets the speed of light.  Gravity is motion and a product of the fact that nothing ever sits still, combined with the magnetic properties of Dark Matter/Energy.  Nothing can ever move in an absolute circle and rest is a relativity illusion.

The ENTIRE universe is based upon a simple fact... it must have TWO parts.  It can not be otherwise and is impossible to be otherwise.  This is because of what a physicist calls "spin".

If you had only one substance to make the universe with and it could be broken down to as small as it needed to be at any time... i.e. it could be so small it barely exists, at all, there will STILL be TWO different types... that is because one can choose to spin LEFT or RIGHT in space.  Even turning yourself upside down will not change that fact because there is no up, nor down, in space.

The fact that everything SOLID must have spin, either left or right, introduces opposite forces.  Things which spin the SAME way repel each other, those that spin the OPPOSITE way attract each other... clumping begins and so does a universe.  Another thing comes into being... what we term magnetism.  There MUST be opposite POLES... magnetism comes into being with spin.  Spin creates opposites, including North/South polarity.  In Atoms, any atom that isn't in balance... has an equal number of left and right spinning Electrons, will be affected by magnetism... and radio waves.

Absolute rest is not possible… ever.  The universe can not end.  Time is change and is an illusion.  It is always now, everywhere, all at once, all of the time. Proof of that is that ANY object MUST be HERE and THERE at the SAME time, no matter how large… even a Galaxy.  It is always NOW on both sides… here and there, in space,  of the Galaxy… all galaxies, everywhere.  Waves can be either physical or electronic.  The duality of the universe keeps it ongoing.  DNA is the battery of life.  When the chains can no longer co-operate, life ceases in the body.  Life, itself, is a duality.  Time measurement is a relativity convenience.)  Time travel is impossible because time is not a place and nothing stays where it was.  One year from now the Solar System will have moved about seven BILLION kilometres through space and will NEVER return to where it was… ever.

Earth travels through space like a long wave… it has NEVER, ever made an actual circle, nor ellipse, in space.  The circle/ellipse is an illusion of relativity.  Nothing can ever travel in an actual circle in space… NOTHING.  Nothing can ever go backward.  Backwards motion is an illusion of relativity.  Time is a repercussion of change and has no fixed rate… things explode or move like a glacier.  At best we can only compare rates of change.  Our rate of change is called the second/minute/hour/day/month/year system.

NOTHING CAN EVER MOVE IN A TRUE CIRCLE.  THE EARTH HAS NEVER MADE A LOOP IN SPACE… EVER.  YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU DON’T KNOW.

WATCH VIDEO FOR EXPLANATION OF THE PATH OF EARTH THROUGH SPACE.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IPjohZCMwmI

Earth moves about 7 billion kilometers through space, each year… in a long wave.  Earth NEVER returns to where it was before.  Earth is NOT an island in space… one of the reasons why time travel is impossible.  If you take a trip through space, outside the Solar System, Earth will NOT be there when you return… it will be far, far away.  You will have to return to where it will BE when you arrive… remember, it’s moving very, very, very fast through space in a long wave… never a circle, or ellipse.

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Butch, himself.  Visual Artist, Photographer, Physicist (Particle, Sub/Atomic Physics/Relativity)

Inhibitions are just so inhibiting, I avoid them.

I’m a friendly, but pretty blunt, kind of guy.  No time for beating around the bush.  I like to say what I mean and mean what I say.  I’m 73 years old.  Time is not on my side.  You don’t have to like me.  I’m a social recluse, anyway.  I share my life, in photos, video, and words, to let you into my life and hope to inspire you to be a productive and useful human.  I have old age issues but will continue to post, here, while I’m well and able.  I talk a lot… I’m told it’s part of my OCD and ADHD.  Come direct at http://ButchNaked.com  Sign in if you wish to see me naked.

If you don’t know me, the following might help you get to know what kind of person I am.  I don’t expect you to understand me.  I can be a bit OCD and ADHD.

“They’ve already got more blowjobs than we’ll ever get”  Steve Smith (American Dad), talking about college jocks.

“Now let us touch testicles and mate for life”  Alien on The Simpsons

“It never hurts to have a second set of prints on a gun”  Nelson Muntz, The Simpsons.

I’m here to teach you things.  While I appreciate other people’s opinions, I really don’t much give a crap what anyone thinks.  Until you prove your worth, I will be nice but you have to earn my respect. The moment you say a word, I’ll be figuring you out really, really fast.  You should assume that I don’t trust anyone.  I’ve not met a single trustworthy person in my entire life.  I’ve met lots of nice people who aren’t too bright… well-intentioned folk who know little about anything, people who are nice, most of the time until you say something that offends them.  Honourable people agree to disagree.

Look up the phrase “CRITICAL THINKING” then learn to practice it.  Most people leap before they look and judge before they listen to the facts.  Most don’t have enough knowledge, nor experience, to be experts in much of anything.  You don’t know what you don’t know.  I like to remind you of that, often.

The only other REALLY IMPORTANT thing to know about me is that I, totally, despise all religions, the teaching of religion, and religious institutions… I despise them as the evilest things on the planet.  If you follow a religion, you CAN NOT BE MY FRIEND.   THAT’S THAT.  You are an ignorant idiot who is an ever-present danger to yourself and everyone and everything around you.  Nothing, absolutely NOTHING, is eviler than religion.  I don’t stand for, nor sing, our National Anthem because it praises a fictitious and superstitious being called ‘God’.  Only a brain dead moron bonehead ignorant idiot would believe such a thing.

If you have a religion, I will not associate with you… period.  You are a danger to be around.  Yes, I insult religions… they are extraordinarily evil.  I said it, I mean it.  You have a right to be an idiot, but not around me.  I have a right to defend myself against the horrors of religion and I will.  Religion is evil.  People who are into religion are, either, brainwashed or extraordinarily ignorant, not very intelligent, a danger to themselves and everyone around them, and must be avoided.  I can’t say it enough times.  If you have a religion you are brainwashed or too fucking stupid to associate with.  Brainwashed, or stupid… either way you are too dangerous to be around.  Religion is the number one problem in the world.

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I have zero inhibitions about nudity and sex.  You must sign in to see me naked.  I talk, openly, about sex.  You may download and share nude photos of me… go nuts.

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