#Red Ert

[redeyedryu]

Dream for @rubydracogirl ( ˙ᵕ˙)♡

#Undertale #Dreamtale #Dream Sans #UTMV #Undertale AU #Red Ert #I think this may actually be my first time drawing Dream?

[mote-historie]

Erté aka Romain de Tirtoff, The Bath of the Marquise

#Erté #illustraion #the bath of the marquise #romain de tirtoff #art deco #art deco illustration #Erte #bath #bathroom #bathtub #bathtime #bathing #bathing beautiful #pool #pool house #red #art

[llitchilitchi]

they did amazing

#dnf #dnf fanart #dreamwastaken #georgenotfound #dream fanart #georgenotfound fanart #ert #sketchbook #red rabbits were so good this was such an amazing mcc #proud of em

[fallingtfallingyay]

The third entry in my devolving attempts to paint blue eye samurai characters. The idea was to have her holding her chains as weapons as a metaphor for her ending in the show. Then I remembered I can't draw faces when they're attached to bodies. Then I tried to add some hair, but I thought they looked like wings, so I tried to add wings, then I thougt it looked like shells confining her, so I made it that.

here is my painting, an android flower queen imprisoned in a kooppa shell. Enjoy.

#Art #Painting #Art fails #Blue eye samurai #Akemi #Android flower queen #Android #The color red #Koopa shell #Chains #akemi blue eye samurai #Look at my ert #Isn't it so very ert #My inability to paint people

[scintillyyy]

anyways the thing about tim & wealth is that it's not so much relatable on account of how well off the drakes are, but it is interesting. to me.

so, like. the drakes are well-off from their inception, yea. but like. they're so clearly implied to be new money esp considering the 80s when they were conceived with the stock market bubble. like the excess of the million dollar jet screams ppl whose business really boomed in the 80s and they were going to flash their gains. the facade of the new money with the mention of the jack buying an erte litho...the flashiness of owning nice things, but those things were still just a facsimile of the real thing....multiple apartments...buying a home completely in cash....but then a few bad investments is enough to wipe out most everything...god the fanon of drake industries being an unshakeable old titan like wayne enterprises is so uninteresting to me because drake industries was such a volatile company. it almost got wiped out by phil marin embezzling from them...pls see my vision it was a small but fairly stable family company that hit it big & could not sustain itself like that forever...tim's canonical issues with worrying about money & the idea that he was well aware that the company his family owned was always teetering on the edge. good years were good. bad years could mean they could lose it all. tim doesn't worry about food on the table and the roof over his head, but he does worry about the years they're in the red...his parents fights worsen when the company has a poor year...his dad thinks they should take a risk, his mom thinks they should be cautious...they don't fight about it in front of him, they don't want their son to worry about their finances, but he knows despite that...if the company doesn't make it, what will happen to them....he is 8, it isn't his responsibility, but he feels the weight of it in the background all the same...

#listen. like i know this feels very rich person problem #but jack and janet fighting over the company & the fact that it was very new money & not stable #means that tim as a child might have felt very insecure over the volatility of the company #what do u do when u are 8 and ur parents are talking in hushed whispers about how if they have another bad year... #sry i have so many thoughts about drake industries

[r3mlato]

Phở

regebben kulonosebben nem rajongtam a pho-ert, ha vietnami etterembe mentunk en inkabb mindig valami mast rendeltem, de nem olyan reg vettunk egy csomo zacskos pho-t, ami viszont bitang jo volt egy zacskos leveshez kepest (az arahoz meg plane), ugyhogy azt beszeltuk zsuzsoval, hogy akar csinalhatnak is, mert amugy o viszont mindig is szerette, nekem ugy latszik csak ernem kellett hozza.

szoval jo szokasom szerint megint elolvastam es megneztem egy rahedli receptet, gyorsan ra is jottem, hogy nem tradicionalisat csinalok eloszor, leven az tobb ora fozes es a szempontom most is az volt, hogy ha nem is olyan gyorsan mint a kedvenc ramenunket, de azert viszonylag elfogadhato idon belul legyen az asztalon egy tanyer leves. nyilvan ez aldozatokkal jar, de ha nem ragaszkodsz egy erdeti vietnami etteremben keszult, hosszu orakon at fozott pho broth-hoz, akkor ez a recept nekem eppen megteszi, egy oran belul megvan, gazdag, izletes, zamatos.

igazabol az alapleven kivul minden olyan mintha tradicionalisan keszitenenk, szoval ha akarod es van idod, marha veloscsontod, marha szugyed es nyakad akkor fozd egy par oran keresztul es helyettesitsd be a leveskockat.

mielott belekezdesz, szukseged lesz par dologra:

komuves ujjnyi gyomber, hosszaban szeletelve 3 zoldhagyma, 2 az alaplebe, 1 talalashoz 1 voroshagyma, felbevagva, hejastul

3 csillaganizs 3 szegfuszeg 1 fahej rud 1 tk koriander mag opcionalisan: 1 fekete kardamom mag (ezt miota lattam az indiai boltban, ki akartam probalni valamihez, ha van ra lehetoseged szagolj meg egyet, egyszeruen zsenialis az illata, fustos, foldes, bor szaga van, gyozkodtem zsuzsot, hogy valahogy csinaljon belole majd kenyeret) 1 tk edeskomeny mag 1 tk szemes fekete bors

2 liter viz

marha leveskocka (annyi amennyi a vizhez kell)

3 ek halszosz (itt a red boat fish sauce-ra eskusznek, de abbol 10 dodo egy uveggel, szoval en se azt vettem) ha szereted lehet tobb is.

rizsteszta babcsira marhahus talalashoz:thai bazsalikom koriander zold thai chili lime szeletek

hoisin szosz/sriracha vagy mindketto

ne ijedj meg ezeknek a nagy resze nem esszencialis ha epp nem talalsz, a vietnami szomszed nem fog megkergetni ha kihagysz ezt-azt.

fuszerek: ami nelkul nincs pho az a koriander mag, csillaganizs, szegfuszeg, fahej. ezek nelkul nem lesz olyan mint egy igazi pho. en meg tettem bele fekete borsot, edeskomeny magot es fekete kardamom magot is, de ezek teljesen opcionalisak ha epp nincsenek keznel. tegyel mindent egy serpenyobe es piritsd meg oket amig illatozni kezdenek. par perc az egesz.

hagyma, gyomber es zoldhagyma. egy ontottvas serpenyoben vagy simaban, de akar kozvetlenul a gazrozsan alaposan piritsd meg a hagymat es a gyombert. legyen szenes. a hagymat csak felbe vagom a hejat rajtahagyom, mert nagyon szep szine lesz tole a levesnek. a gyombert csak csikokra vagom, nem kell meghamozni. a zoldhagymat csak felvagom, ezt nem kel megpiritani.

tegyel fel foni 2 liter vizet. en levagtam a marharol a zsirt es bedobtam a vizbe, foztem addig amig a zoldsegek es a fuszerek el nem keszultek.

aztan ment bele minden, fuszerek, hagyma, zoldhagyma, gyomber, 3 evokanal halszosz, a leveskockak, 1 evokanal cukor, 1 teaskanal so. vannak akik sot nem tesznek bele hanem addig adagoljak a halszoszt amig eleg sos nem lesz, ennyire burzsujok azert nem vagyunk, azert a halszosz nem olcso :) az autentikus megoldas a cukorra a rock sugar, de ilyet meg nem is lattam, szoval maradt ami van otthon. fozd egy 20-30 percet, kostold meg es adj hozza meg halszoszt vagy cukrot/sot ha akarsz. erdetileg en 4 szegfuszeget tettem bele, de eppenhogy csak egy kicsit, tul szegfuszeges lett, ezert irtam a hozzavalokhoz csak harmat. de alapvetoen ha neked jobban izlik mashogy csak adj hozza tobbet/kevesebbet barmibol. ha gondolod a vegen potold a vizet ami elfott.

altalaban a ramenhez 350 ml-vel szamolunk egy adagra, de az joval laktatobb, itt szamolhattok 4-500 ml-vel adagonkent. szurd le es maris kesz a pho alapleved. tedd vissza a tuzre es forrald fel.

gyakorlatilag ha teszel bele fott rizstesztat ez mar egy pho-nek minosul, de ha van ra lehetoseged es kapsz hozza mindent erdemes azert ennel magasabb szintre emelni a levest.

mikor mar majdnem kesz az alaple melegits vizet, ha forr dobj bele annyi babcsirat amit epp megennetek, blansirozd egy percig, majd szedd ki. mehet ugyanabba a vizbe a rizsteszta (vannak olyanok amiket csak aztatni kell, vagy aztatni kell fozes elott, nezd meg a csomagolast neked eppen milyen van) ha megfott mehet egybol a tanyerba a csirakkal egyutt.

en a marhahust vekonyra felszeltem es nyersen tettem a tanyerba majd a tuzforro leves ahogy raszedtem pont megfozte annyira hogy tokeletes legyen, de ha te jobban szereted jobban atfove csak dobd bele az alaplebe es fozd par percig.

aztan mehetnek a feltetek ha szeretned es kapsz, thai bazsalikom (a sima nem jo, a thainak anizsosabb ize van), koriander zold, thai chili ha szereted csiposen, finomra vagott zoldhagyma es egy gerezd lime rafacsarva a levesre.

sokan ugy eszik, hogy tesznek kis tanyerba hoisin szoszt es/vagy srirachat es a levesbol kihalaszott marhadarabokat abba tunkoljak mielott megennek. ez mar tenyleg csak izles kerdese, nekem is feluton jutott eszembe mert annyira belefeledkeztunk az evesbe.

de ha valakinek meg ez is tul sok ido lenne elkesziteni egy levest, vettem egy ilyet az azsiai boltban amirol azt hittem, hogy olyan mint a leveskocka:

de mint kiderult vannak benne fuszer tasakok is, szoval gyakorlatilag benne van minden ami ahhoz kell, hogy csinalj egy pho alaplevet, par heten belul kiprobaljuk azt is aztan ha erdekel valakit beszamolok rola.

jo etvagyat!

#pho #pho bo #foodporn

[smallgodseries]

[image description: In an obvious bid for attention, an extravagantly-attired woman stands with her arms up. The black wrap attached by straps to each arm for a crescent behind her. Her headdress is many times the size of her head and contains much more material than her strappy black top. A red curtain of tall diamonds hangs behind her – completing the Erte-inspired Art Deco scene. While behind and around her, a dozen App icons forms a circle – almost as though they are numbers on a clock. Text reads, “190, MISS SARKISIAN, SMALL GOD OF ‘PLEASE SHARE’”]

• • • • •

If a tree falls in a forest and there’s no one there to hear it, does it really make a sound?  The world may never know.  Not only does the act of putting a microphone close enough to pick up the sound of the tree falling inherently change the situation such that there IS someone there to hear the tree go down, but no forest is empty.  Humans, with their human-first way of looking at the world, may look at a forest and see solitude and emptiness, but for the deer, squirrels, snakes, toads, and millions of bugs who live there full time, there are no such things.  So the question, always intended as a philosophical exercise, is truly unanswerable, and can be asked over and over again, until humanity goes extinct and is replaced by something with a little bit more situational awareness.

If an influencer posts a picture on their social media and no one likes it, do they really exist?  This question is, perhaps, a bit more circumstantial, and the answer seems to be both yes and no.  Yes, they exist: how else could they have posted the picture in the first place?  Their existence is the one part of the equation that can’t be questioned.  But sometimes, when no one sees them, when no one acknowledges them, it can feel like even that’s negotiable.  They tweet, therefor they are.

But she always sees them.  She always knows they’re there.

The heart of attention seeking behavior is a genuine need for attention.  Every young thing needs it in order to thrive, and when that need isn’t met, it can continue into the rest of a lifetime, a constant, aching desire to be acknowledged as a real part of the world, alive and thriving and true.  Miss Sarkisian understands that need.  She wants to amplify the world, until everyone’s need for attention is met, and they can learn to need the silence just as loudly.

She spreads selfies and social justice, screeds and silly memes, and all she wants is for you to share, and to be seen.  The world would be a better place in her eyes if everyone could be truly, finally seen.

She sees you.

Always.

#Small Gods #smallgodseries #Seanan McGuire #Lee Moyer

[adito-lang]

Grønnsaker - Vegetables 🥒🥔🌽🍆🍅🥕

brokkoli (-en) - broccoli

rodkål (-en) - red cabbage

hodekål (-en) - white cabbage

blomkål (-en) - cauliflower

salat (-en) - lettuce

ruccola (-en) - arugula / rocket

potet (-en) - potato

gulrot (-a) - carrot

løk (-en) - onion

vårløk (-en) - spring onion

reddik (-en) - radish

purreløk (-en) - leek

hvitløk (-en) - garlic

agurk (-en) - cucumber

tomat (-en) - tomato

aubergine (-n) - eggplant

paprika (-en) - paprika

gresskar (-et) - pumpkin

mais (-en) - corn

asparges (-en) - asparges

artisjokk (-en) - artichoke

sjampinjong (-en) / sopp (-en) - mushroom

ert (-a) - pea

selleri (-en) - cellery

#norwegian #norwegian langblr #langblr #norsk #norwegian: vocab

[forestlingincorporated]

Tim Drake's Relationship To Wealth In New Earth

I’ve talked about the Drake’s wealth before, based on this slightly out of place scene in A Lonely Place of Dying where Tim zeros in on an Erte statue of Bruce’s, mentioning his father purchased a litho the year before. 

To summarize, this scene is establishing the wealth gap between the rich Drake family and the rich Wayne family. Tim is impressed with Bruce’s Erte statue, which suggests the Drakes can’t really reasonably afford one. While there are Erte lithographs more expensive than some Erte statues, I’ve only seen statues price down to about $1800, while I’ve seen lithos price in the hundreds. 

Basically, this implies the Drakes don’t have enough money to spend willynilly while also maintaining their prefered lifestyle. Based on other comic panels scattered around, I’d say the Drakes’ money primarily goes to real estate, travel, boarding schools, and staff. (We only see Mrs. Mac as far as I’m aware, unless you count their work assistant, but the Drakes will sometimes reference former staff, like an old driver mentioned in Robin #116.) 

Strictly speaking, Tim is only refered to as “new money” once, which interestingly occurs after the Drakes drop an economic bracket. [Robin #100] 

However, Jack specifically gives off the impression he’s probably new money. He prides himself on being a red blooded american man (read: “normal,” down to earth) and he’s blatantly incapable of playing politics. He’s not good at maintaining an image for reputation and status, and he doesn’t respect people that do. 

He’s also shows little interest in networking, allowing his insecurities to get in the way of what would appear to be a rather beneficial opportunity for his son and his business - developing and maintaining friendships with people like Bruce Wayne opens doors. 

Jack seems to view himself as seperate from what he sees as the uppity elite, but also sees himself as deserving of respect and status stemming from his wealth without the desire to actively cultivate it, all the while harboring some deep insecurities around the topic. This doesn’t garantee he was new money, but it does imply he doesn’t really fit in with the ins and outs of wealthy society the way someone like Bruce does. 

To be old money, Jack would have to have come from wealth, and we’re just not given that impression. We know very little about Tim’s ancestry, except that Jack’s father, Charles, was a teenaged soldier in World War II, but in general, other characters don’t react to the Drake name the way they react to the Wayne or Luthor or Queen names. Hell, Dinah Lance’s mother’s maiden name was Drake. 

We don’t really have anything to go off of if Janet was or wasn’t wealthy prior to her marriage to Jack, and if so, how much. 

When Jack’s bad investments cause the Drakes to “go broke” - as Jack refers to it - Tim describes their situation as going from “upper-upper-class” to “upper-middle” class, living off of the proceeds of the sales of their assets and Dana’s middle class job. Tim isn’t too bothered by this, having worked in war zones and areas of abject poverty, and doesn’t think very charitably about his dad acting like they’re starving. Neither does Dana for that matter, who understands they still have a very good life and is bearing the brunt of the work supporting their family and liquidating Jack’s assets. 

This is where Tim’s relationship to money gets interesting to me. Tim’s very comfortable with his living situation, but he becomes very AWARE of how expensive crime fighting is. He has an itemized list of how much EVERYTHING batman related costs. 

With Bruce out of the picture for an unknown length of time, Tim has a lot of financial anxiety. Steph, who grew up middle class (at least she is now, her mom being a nurse, living in a two story house - unclear on their financial situation when she was a small child), has much more of a “it’ll work itself out” attitude, while Tim can’t stop thinking about the logistics. 

This is honestly a very stark contrast to the fandom idea that Tim is of the “how much can a banana cost? $10?” persuation. 

Once Bruce is back and the monatary situation with Robin is solved, Tim is content to live an upper middle class life style. 

After Jack dies, however, Tim’s money situation becomes... fuzzy. 

Tim ends up reliant on Bruce’s money. They don’t really get into it, but as a child with no living relatives and Dana in a clinic, Tim SHOULD be in the foster system right now, without access to his inheritance. He’s comfortable making promises in Bruce’s name, but Tim’s reasons for not wanting Bruce to adopt him in the upcoming arc are... quesionable. They don’t really say WHY Tim doesn’t want Bruce to adopt him, nor do they explain HOW Tim pays for his hired fake uncle. Did he actively steal Bruce’s money, or was the deal access to Tim’s inheritance? Was this whole thing a ploy for Tim to gain access to his own inheritance and not rely on Bruce for everything? 

They don’t... talk about it. 

They especially don’t talk about it AFTER Bruce adopts Tim. He seems to foster him for a bit after “Uncle Eddie” bites it, Tim is living on the manor grounds, but his legal and financial status isn’t really brought up. Then Bruce adopts him, but money just kind of becomes a nonissue, we all just kinda assume Tim has access to Bruce’s money and call it a day. 

But I do think, when talking about Tim’s relationship to money, skipping over Tim’s temporary downward financial mobility over simplifies him. Tim is aware of the cost of things and the transience of wealth and status. There’s additional things we can speculate on, like if a young Tim had access to his parents’ money while they’re abroad, and what it would mean if he didn’t - my brain goes back to that anxiety about “re-supplying.” I can picture an 11-year-old Tim in worn out shoes counting down the days his parents pick him up from boarding school so he can ask to buy new ones - you know, things you need to shop for in person, rather than have something shipped to the school - but feeling like he can’t really complain because, well, his parents CAN afford to buy him nice things, he just has to wait. 

I think that’s just overall more interesting and unique to Tim, rather than the default Rich Kids Don’t Understand Money trope. 

#just some thoughts #characterization things #Tim Drake

[redeyedryu]

“Hey there, gorgeous. Why don’t the two of us get better acquainted?”

Nixon, a sadistic friendly TV that just wants to hold your hand and get to know you.

#Object Head #TV Head #Original Characters #Yandere #Yanderes. Yanderes everywhere #Red Ert #OC Nixon #Malignant Allure

[copepods]

late night color practice ft. ert :)

[id: a drawing of eret down to her shoulders over a pale pink background. she’s facing towards the left and smiling. she’s wearing a red cape with white fur lining and a golden brooch with purple, blue, and pink gems, and a matching golden crown. underneath she’s wearing a light blue tunic. end id]

#eret #eret fanart #mcyt #dream smp #dsmp #art #fish makes art #happy 2nd birthday king 😌

[llitchilitchi]

Survival Games just got a whole lot more interesting...

#dream fanart #georgenotfound fanart #dnf fanart #red rabbits my beloveds #ert

[nana-talks]

closest

pairing: joe velasco x reader word count: 3k

notes: i literally dumped this in a matter of hours in a drug induced haze as i recover from surgery. please, excuse everything you may find.

they’re front door neighbors

he helps her w/ the groceries on the 4th floor walk up

they strike up a conversation when he puts the bags on her counter

she flirts with him

“you’re very strong”

he laughs it off, “i’m a police officer. i kind of have to be”

“i- i’m sorry… i’m really bad at small talk”

“no, it’s okay… i don- i don’t mind it”

they get close

they talk every time they cross paths; be it a good morning or a good evening

she once walks up to him trying to figure out his keys while holding onto his side

he’s a bit sore from work so she helps him into his apartment. she sits him down on the couch while she fixes him something to eat

she saves her number on his phone so he has someone to call when he needs help; he’s helped her before, it’s her time to return the favor

they’re friends

he crashes at her place after work sometimes, for a beer or just company

she gets his packages, and always stays for a minute longer when delivering

they go out for happy hour together - her idea. it’s their first time together outside of the building. she’s a bit nervous but the second he smiles at her, she feels at ease.

she calms him down after a terrible day; he gets her mind off of things

the incident

one day, joe’s coming home for a shower in the middle of the day, after a long night at the hospital, when he sees her front door is slightly open

he finds it strange, knocking softly and asking for her. when he doesn’t hear anything and all the lights are out, he pulls out his gun.

he walks into the apartment to find the entire thing spotless, he can’t seem to find anything out of place. he looks back to the door and sees that it was indeed busted from the inside. he decides to call it in.

he’s helping out ert dust for prints back in the bathroom window, from where he thinks the perp came in, when another officer calls out for him from the front door. when he walks out, she’s standing there, wide eyed, frozen and shaking.

“what’s going on?”

“i’m so sorry, i didn’t want to alarm you while you were at work. i came home to your front door busted open.” he rubs her arms as she holds herself together.

“oh my god”

“i- i didn’t see anything stolen or out of place, so we’re hoping whoever came in got spooked by something and ran.” she trusts him, so he gets closer, leaning down so he’s about her height. still, his soothing hand rubs her arms. “but i’d still like for you to take a look inside, see if you can notice anything…”

she looks up to him, scared. she holds onto her purse tighter.

“i’ll be with you the entire time. i promise it’s safe.” he nods.

she accepts the offer and they walk in. his right hand is on the small of her back while his left continues to rub on her arms, reassuringly.

the place is spotless. even her forgotten yogurt spoon is still on the sink. she’s shaking but the feeling of joe’s chest against her back is enough to ground her.

they walk into the bedroom and she’s looking at her table, trying to see if any of her pens are ruffled, so she doesn’t notice at first. it’s only when she turns back to look at the bed that she sees it. the entire outfit, laid out neatly on top of the covers. dark blue jeans, red off the shoulder top. there’s a pair of low slingback heels next to it and even some folded underwear.

she shrieks and starts hyperventilating. she turns around, as if to run out, but finds joe’s chest instead. he’s scared as he holds onto her strong. he keeps running his hands down her back, trying to soothe her as she cries into his shirt. he doesn’t understand what’s happening. he cups the back of her head as he asks:

“do you know who did this?”

“my stalker”

the case

he takes her to olivia because he doesn’t trust anyone else.

they’re sat at benson’s office, doors closed but blinds open. she’s gripping two of his fingers with her entire hand, pulling their tied hands onto her lap. he scoots his chair over to be closer to her. she looks up at him, wide eyed once again

“i don’t think i can do this”

“i promise you, captain benson is the best there is”

she shares with olivia that she has had someone harass her online for 2 years. every time she blocks him, he just creates a new account. and she knows exactly who he is: a john grey, who she rejected right before.

“hi, how are you doing?” he had sent her a dm that got stuck in her requests, not seen for at least 2 weeks.

by the time she responded, his messages had grown incessant. from curious to questioning to upset to angry.

she tried to reason with him: “i’m sorry, your dm was hidden in my requests and i barely use instagram anyway.” but that wasn’t enough for him.

olivia asks how did she know that grey had invaded her apartment, and that’s when she shares his latest messages from his most recent account.

the day prior to the break in he sent: “i love this outfit you’re wearing. the red really makes your eyes pop”

at the moment, that just confirmed to her that he was stalking her, beyond the internet.

but it was the second message that scared her:

“i can’t wait to fuck you in this”

joe has been holding onto her hand for the entire time, his other hand pushing out some hair that got stuck to her wet cheeks after she started crying. by the time she calmed down, olivia asked for amanda to take her for some water.

“i’m sorry, are you two…?” olivia asked

“she’s my neighbor” joe replied. olivia just looked at him for a minute before nodding.

“i’ve got to warn you, unless we have some hard evidence, this is not going to be easy. but we will not give up.”

the aftermath, pt. 2

he’s driving her home, his hands tight around the wheel, trying to control his breathing. the thought that even though he was a svu detective was not enough to protect her was stuck to his mind.

“i’m sorry i didn’t tell you before” her voice small

he was so far away in his mind that he didn’t even register her: “sorry?”

she sighed, shrinking in the front seat next to him. they were parking a block away from the building. “i said… i’m sorry i didn’t tell you before. i- i didn’t think you’d…”

“what?” he looks to her, before finally turning off the car. the white noise from the engine cutting off, making the silence in the car so loud. “i- i’m not mad at you, y/n. you know that right?”

she just looked down at her hands on her lap, her fingers twisting against one another. he sighed and put his heavy hands on top of hers. she finally looked up at him.

“i’m just worried”

“i don’t want you to worry”

he smiled meekly. “too late now, honey”

she rested her head against the seat, looking at him and his puppy dog green eyes. “i’m still sorry”

he sighed again, resting his own head against the seat, brushing her hair off her face slightly. “i am sorry too.”

she slept at his apartment that night. she couldn’t even bring herself to go through her clothes. he gathered all of her things while she settled in his couch.

“you’re not sleeping on the couch.” he said as he entered his apartment with a bag on his hands.

“i- what? you’re not sleeping on the couch. this is your house”

“exactly. my house, my rules. up you go.”

and for at least 2 days that’s how they worked. she slept on his bed while he slept on the couch. until she had a nightmare.

she woke up screaming and joe ran into the bedroom. she was hyperventilating on his bed and he kept running his hands down her arms, trying to soothe her. she only quieted down after he hugged her, letting her head rest against his bare chest. the sound of his heartbeat lulling her back.

“are you okay?”

“i… i had a nightmare. he was here.”

“hey. i got you. he’s not going to hurt you.” he cupped the back of her head, pulling her closer. her hands closing against his chest.

after a while, when her breathing went back to normal, he made motion to get up. her hand flew to his forearm, closing around it. “don’t go”.

he didn’t know exactly what to do. he froze in place. she looked at him, so vulnerable, he couldn’t say no. “okay, let me get my pillow.”

and in the morning, he pretended he didn’t wake up with her on his chest, his hands tangled in her hair.

the climax

it took grey just one week before he struck again. he broke into her apartment once more. but this time, he trashed the entire place.

olivia figured it was because he noticed she hadn’t been staying there, even if her movements outside of the building showed she had stuck to her normal routine. this just solidified the idea that he had been following her.

they got two officers in front of their apartment for the rest of the week, just in case.

but that didn’t stop him.

joe was just arriving back at the precinct, coming from the hamptons after tracking down a jane doe’s family. he put his phone to charge while he typed up a report. the second his phone lit up, he heard at least 8 pings from text messages. weirded out by the fast incoming, he took his head off the files to read. whatever he read, made him jump in his seat.

grabbing the nearest radio, he called, frantically, to the two officers parked outside his home.

“check in on her! right now!!!” he begged.

“what’s going on?” olivia asked, seeing the commotion while finn tried to calm joe down.

“something’s wrong” he threw his phone on the desk for them to see: joe i think hes here and i dont think its a dream oh god joe im sorry i lov i love you

by the time the officers arrived at the apartment, the door was busted open from the inside, once more, and she was gone.

it didn’t take long for them to find a possible place. after ruling out his house and his workplace, they settled on his mother’s house upstate. his boss’ car was just picked up on a traffic cam heading up.

this was the first time joe felt like he had lost all control. to the point where olivia had to sit him down at her office, this time, both doors and blinds closed, before they headed out:

“velasco, you have got to get your head on straight.”

“i am!” he said, eager to go out there again.

“no, you’re not!” she said “look, i know she means a lot to you. but you cannot help her like this. this is not uc, joe. we have rules. if you get in there hot, it can hurt her case.”

they were right. she were being held at grey’s mother’s house.

but more importantly, to joe, she was safe. as safe can be. he hadn’t raped her. he couldn’t get it up. he was attempting to cut her for that once they arrived, but thankfully the knife just nicked at her chin instead.

“hey, hey, hey…” he whispered, finally kneeling next to her body, as she laid on the house’s main suite.

“you came” she said, her voice hoarse, her cheeks wet and warm.

“of course i came.” he said, his fingers freezing just inches from her face. he was so scared to touch her. “i’m never leaving you out of my sight.”

the actual aftermath

at first, everything is as perfect as can be.

it takes them a few tries first. they’re back at the apartment. he asks her which apartment she’d prefer to stay at, since something terrible has happened to her in both places. she looks up at him, grabs his hand and pulls him towards his door.

“i’d feel safer here. with you.” she says. he hasn’t unlocked the door yet, so the more she pulls him, the more he presses himself against her. she doesn’t break eye contact.

he can’t even begin to process what might be happening. is this her, taking control over something for the first time since she was kidnapped? or is this her, being with him because she almost lost it all? or is this her, actually wanting him?

she can feel him withdraw, dropping her hand. she frowns. “i- i thought you wanted me” she wraps her arms around herself, tucking her chin on her chest, trying to make herself seem smaller.

“i do… i do.” he reassures her, his hands automatically flying over to her cheeks. he curves down, trying to catch her eyes. “hey…” he calls for her, hooking his finger underneath her chin and softly tipping her head back up to look at him.

he wants her. so bad. but he’s so scared he might hurt her. she can see it in his eyes. he doesn’t even need to say it.

“please…” she begs, wrapping her hand around his wrist. the warmth of her skin, the sound of her whine - almost too much for him. “i’m not going to break. and even then, you’d be here, right? to catch me?”

he’s so fucked. he knows it. but he falls for her anyways.

they’re in perfect bliss for an entire weekend. she never goes back to her apartment. they barely leave the bed. she feels so right, tucked against the crook of his neck; warm against his bare chest.

his guilt steps in.

they’re lying naked in bed. she’s angled just right that he can see the scar of the knife on her chin. he shudders at the sight. she feels him.

“what’s wrong?” she asks, resting her chin on his chest. a frown on her brow.

he just runs his thumb across the scar, shaking his head slightly. “i told you he wouldn’t hurt you…”

“and he didn’t.” she said, pulling his hands away from her face. she wrapped her entire hand around his two fingers, like she did before. “you came. you saved me.”

“i didn’t” he shook is head. “you haven’t had a full night sleep since then! you startle at every sound! i- it’s all my fault! can’t you see that?”

he was up, in his boxers, walking around the room while her eyes welled up. he couldn’t believe she wanted him. still wanted him.

she shook her head, wiping at her tears before getting up from the bed. she put on a shirt, most likely his, that was thrown across the floor. “has anyone told you what happened in there?” she questioned him, her voice so low he had to strain to hear her.

“no…” he shook his head, scared of what he might hear.

“he- he had my phone. and the last message i sent… was to you.” he nodded, knowing exactly what she was referring to. none of them had acknowledge the contents of that message. at least not yet. “plus, the fact that i was sleeping here didn’t really help. do you have any idea how hard i tried to convince him it was nothing? how difficult it was for me to lie, and pretend i didn’t love you?”

he threw his hair back, rubbing his face. “see! that’s exact-”

“i’m not finished!” she interrupted. “what i mean is, i have had enough time and pressure to think this through. don’t you think if you were really the bad guy, i’d be standing here? begging you to love me too?”

he sighed, finally looking at her. her small frame, engulfed by his t-shirt, her bed head wild, her doe eyes. “you don’t get to feel guilty because of this, okay? i have enough guilt and trauma for the both of us combined! don’t you think i wish every single day i responded to his dm?”

he felt bad. for trying to make something that happened to her hurt him the most. for trying to play the part of the guilt ridden one when she was the one that was kidnapped.

“but i know that if i had responded to his dm, i would have never met you.” she said, finally getting closer to him. holding his two fingers. her small hand warm against his.

he looked at her, really looked at her. pushing her hair off of her face, he traced his left hand over her features. “i wish i could take your pain away”

“you do…” she nodded. “every time i am with you, i feel a little bit better inside.” she nuzzled against his palm, feeling his rough skin against her cheeks.

“i’m sorry.” he said, bringing her closer to his chest, cupping the back of her head. “i’m sorry for this. i’m sorry for everything.” she nodded against his chest, her hands around his forearms. “but most of all, i’m sorry for making you feel like you needed to beg for me.” she backed away, looking up at his puppy dog eyes. “because i am yours, honey. i’ve been yours since i first laid eyes on you. holding eight bags from aldi all the way down from east harlem.”

#joe velasco #law and order svu #svu s24 #svu fic #joe velasco x reader #joe velasco fic

[whirligig-girl]

Guzcomic pt.11 - except... Guz isn't actually here this time.

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I saved drawing the LCARS until pretty much last and I had a lot of fun with it. My favorite part is Ensign Kerman's display--like, I was just in pure joy while drawing it, rare self-love win.

The three visible OCs are Ens. Eyeless Iris, a Kanopian from Final Space (created by my friend who also goes by Iris; I haven't seen Final Space myself), Ens. Lisdolin Kerman, a Kerbal from Kerbal Space Program (my own OC), and at the console in the final panel on the first page is Ens. Velik, a Vulcan OC created by my friend Jenny, who I have drawn before.

Transcript:

Page 1: Four panel comic on the bridge of the Cerritos.

Panel 1:

On the viewscreen a ringed gas planet with an additional rainbow ring farther out. Tendi and a Kerbal are at the conn in the background, Captain Freeman is in the midground, and an angry-looking Lt. Shax and distressed Kanopian ensign, Iris, is in the foreground.

Ensign Iris: "I'm reading a distress call from the large planetoid in this system's Kuiper Belt."

Distress call in earpiece: ...ert! USS Twilight in severe distress. Requesting assistance from any nearby vessels.  USS Twilight computer: This has been repetition two billion, three hundred seventy-three million, five hundred ninety-five. Message repeats. Red al...

Captain Freeman: "Ensign Kerman, set a course. Warp me, factor two."

Panel 2:

Ensign Kerman: "I can't! The warp drive won't engage!"

Panel 3:

Tendi: "Amazing! The rainbow magnetodisk of the gas giant is interfering with the warp coils! The superjovian magnetic dynamo seems to be interacting with some kind of minor moon made of Dilithium & Verterium to produce a weak static warp field, so the warp drive can't couple to normal space."

Panel 4:

Freeman: "Then give me maximum impulse."

Kerman: "Aye captain. ETA is 10 hours 34 minutes, but we clear the magnetodisk in 15 minutes."

Page 2: Four panel digital art comic.

Panel 1: The USS Cerritos is flying on the outskirts of the rainbow magnetodisk, with a red dwarf star in the background to the right and the ringed planet in the background to the left. The Cerritos is a saucer-shaped ship with two long blocky warp nacelles below it. A faint plume of gas can be seen coming from the back of the saucer.

Panel 2: The Cerritos flies by the viewer. We can see its slower-than-light impulse engines on the bottom of the saucer emitting the plume of gas, but one of the six clusters of the impulse engine is dim, with only three of its six thrusters lit up.

Panel 3: We zoom in on the starboard set of impulse engines, and see that the dim segment seems to be lighting up more of its engines.

Panel 4: Zoomed in a little more, and now all 18 visible engines are now lit up. But one of them, impulse engine Starboard Beta-3, has a dirty exhaust plume and is emitting sparks.

#Star Trek #Star Trek Lower Decks #Lower Decks #Cerritos #USS Cerritos #Starship #Impulse engine #Star Trek Fanart #Fan art #fan comic #comic #Guzcomic #fanart #D'vana Tendi #Tendi #KSP #Kerbal #Shax #Captain Freeman #Carol Freeman #Jack Ransom #Star Trek Original Character #OC #lower decks oc

[priffi]

Pearl and Scar. The lone wolf and the cheated.

Revenge is simpler in each other's arms.

With only each other (and their animal buddies) against the world, they face ex-soulmates and bloodthirsty reds.

Beneath a moonless sky, Scar finds the full glory of the moon in a crooked tower, waiting in bed with clothes and sheets on the floor. When the sun turns a blind eye, Pearl finds the silver tongue in the hallowed halls of a des(s)erted keep and makes his sinning even more worthwhile.

or,

5 times scar rearranges pearl's guts, and 2 times they're caught

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#this was originally a 5+1 but it got gradually expanded to a 2+5+2 lol #eventual smut but none in this chap! #trafficshipping #mine #trafficnsfw

[eng-nor-words]

🧚🏻‍♂️Eventyr - fairy tale; folk tale

Asbjørnsen og Moe - Collectors of Norwegian folklore.

H.C. Andersen - A Danish author who wrote many fairy tales.

Det var en gang ... - Once upon a time ...

Askeladden (Esben Askeladd) - Ashlad or Boots in English. The main character in many Norwegian folk tales.

Per og Pål - Ashlad's or Boot's brothers.

(en) Helt(inne) - Hero(ine)

(et) Troll - Troll, an ugly cave-dwelling creature

(ei) Trollkjerring - Female troll; witch

(ei) Heks - Witch

(en) Alv - Elf

(en) Dverg - Dwarf

(en) Fe - Fairy

(en) Jette - Giant

(en) Nisse - Pixie; gnome; goblin; brownie

(en) Tuss - Gnome; goblin; troll

(et) Underjordisk vesen - Creature of the underworld

(ei) Nymfe - Nymph

(ei) Havfrue - Mermaid

(ei) Hulder - Wicked wood nymph

(en) Nordavind - North wind; norhterly wind

(et) Barn - Child

(ei) Jente - Girl

(ei) Pike - Girl (old fashioned)

(ei) Kjerring - Old woman; old bag; hag; crone (is mostly used today in a derogatory way)

(ei) Enke - Widow

(ei) Kone - Wife

(en) Mann - Man; husband

(ei) Prinsesse - Princess

(ei) Dronning - Queen

(en) Konge - King

(et) Kongerike - Kingdom

(en) Keiser - Emperor

(en) Bror - Brother

(en) Far - Father

(ei) Bestemor - Grandmother

(en) Ulv - Woolf

(en) Bjørn - Bear

(en) Rev - Fox

(en) Gris - Pig

(en) Frosk - Frog

(en) Andunge - Duckling

(ei) Pannekake - Pancake

(en) Ert - Pea

(et) Godteri - Candy

(en) Fortelling - Story; tale

(en) Gjentakelse - Repetition

(en) Kontrast - Contrast

Så levde de lykkelig alle sine dager - And they lived happily ever after

Snipp, snapp, snute, så var eventyret ute - Snip, snap, snout, then the story was out

Some folk tales and fairy tales in Norwegian:

Askeladden og de gode hjelperne - Boots and his Crew

Askeladden som kappåt med trollet - Boots Who Ate a Match With the Troll

Per, Pål og Espen Askeladd - Boots and His Brothers

Prinsessen som ingen kunne målbinde - The Princess who always had to have Last Word

Kvitebjørn kong Valemon - King Valemon, the White Bear

Tommeliten - Thumbikin; Tom Thumb

Reve-enka - The Fox's Widow

Hvorfor bjørnen er stubbrumpet - Why the Bear Is Stumpy-Tailed

De tre bukkene Bruse - The Three Billy-Goats Gruff

Kjerringa mot strømmen - Goody Gainst-the-stream

Den syvende far i huset - The Father of the Family

Mannen som skulle stelle hjemme - The Husband Who Was to Mind the House

Pannekaken - The Pancake

Rødhette og ulven - Little Red Riding Hood

Hans og Grete - Hansel and Gretel

Snøhvit - Snow White

Askepott - Cinderella

Rapunsel - Rapunzel

Tornerose - Sleeping Beauty

Piken med svovelstikkene - The Little Match Girl

Den stygge andungen - The Ugly Duckling

Prinsessen på erten - The Princess and the Pea

Keiserens nye klær - The Emperor's New Clothes

Den lille havfrue - The Little Mermaid

Tommelise - Thumbelina

Gullhår og de tre bjørnene - Goldilocks and the Three Bears

Resources:

Website with Norwegian folktales: https://folkeeventyr.no/

Website with podcast for kids (with dialects): https://snippsnappsnute.com/pages/lytt

YouTube channel with animated fairy tales for kids (with subtitles): https://www.youtube.com/c/Barneforlaget/videos

#langblr #learn norwegian #norwegian #norsk #fairy tales #folk tales