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westernsunshine · 5 months
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Okay look, I can’t get another dog. Not least because the people who were asking me if I’d be getting another dog within literally days or hours of Mabel’s passing would be right that it’d make me feel better
#like i actually think i deserve some type of award for not biting people’s heads off#SIX HOURS after i sat on the floor of the private room of a vet’s surgery sobbing my head off after my dog was pronounced dead; my friend’s#mom asked if i’d be getting another dog. EXCUSE FUCKING ME. she isn’t even cold yet#you are damn lucky i’m in your house and that i was raised to not cuss people out or start fistfights with them in their own houses#then my ex-coworker who i already don’t like very much asked me 48 hours later#i gave her a flat no. when she asked why i said ‘i don’t think that would be healthy; trying to push all my feelings for mabel onto a new#dog.’ this bitch had the temerity to say ‘oh but it makes it soooo much easier! tilly died on a wednesday and on saturday i bought [forgot#the name of the dog she got] home’ i said ‘i’m sorry but that’s fucking psychopathic’#but she didn’t hear me because my mentor who has witnessed me go off on people before coughed really loudly and said ‘SO’#and then her baby did something and the conversation ended#it’s fucked uuuuuuup girl. and what’s more is they’re not the only ones. my grandparents have asked. my neighbours have asked… i think they#were actually the first to ask. i think they asked the morning BEFORE mabel was put to sleep. like 2 hours before or something#i was like ‘she is quite literally still in the living room can i fucking think about one thing at a time please’#and the most fucked up thing? i really miss having a dog. i miss mabel most of all though. but i can’t shake the idea that getting a new dog#would help me. i found a group for patterdale and similar terriers that need homes desperately and it’s not a big group but it’s very active#and i see her in all of their little faces and i just sob my eyes out#i’ve followed beagle rescue for a long time as well and my mom donates there sometimes and i’m like. i think the sheer chaos of a rescue#beagle would actually fix me. but it’s like. i don’t even have her ashes back yet#i haven’t processed this yet. november is a horrible time to get a new dog. it is too dark and cold out to have a brand new restless doggy#and it’s also like. UGH. i can’t let those people feel vindicated i can’t do it#who ASKS somebody that. i’m gonna start being really fucking rude i swear to god#she was a member of the family not a fucking table that broke. if your best friend died would you go out and try to get a new one?#get fucking real#i wish mabel was still in my life and some of these people weren’t#i quite literally care(d) more about her than i do about most people. they don’t GET it#personal
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Allure Teaser Trailer
Part One:Sunshine release date: Monday, April 1st
Part Two:Knuckle Velvet release date: Wednesday, April 3rd
Part Three:Smoke release date: Saturday, April 6th
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❥MATZ x fem reader
➯a/n: THIS WILL BE A DARK FIC. THE DOVE ISNT JUST DEAD, I THREW IT OUT THE WINDOW. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. i won't include all of the warnings for the full story in this teaser, because it is long and detailed, just know it is a DARK romance. if you choose to read it when it comes out, the warnings will be listed there. i'm very proud of this work and can't wait to share 💕
(>ᴗ•)♡´・ᴗ・`♡genre: yandere, smut, a/b/o au
ಠ_ಠwarning/content: SO MUCH LIKE WOW . for trailer specifically: murder
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The beta in the large room ignores Hongjoong as he continuously asks after 'the pretty omega'.
     He just sweeps and sweeps, finally understanding why you hate coming up here. He has his back turned to the cage, and consequently, to the windows.
     High on the tall walls, the narrow glass is opened from the outside. Seonghwa smirks, and gestures his head to it. Hongjoongs gaze follows, and he has to slap a hand over his mouth so he doesn't laugh.
      A skinny figure is sliding its way in through the window sideways.
     He drops to the floor as silent as a mouse, landing on his knees and grinning wildly up at his alphas.
     Hongjoong throws his head back in preemptive relief, while Seonghwa is watching with a similarly wide smile as the man walks straight through the blood ash, breaking the circle with the tip of his shoe.
      The worker still has his back turned as the lock on Seonghwas cage is picked with a long claw. He doesn't even know what's happening as the next thing he knows, he's thrown across the floor.
Blood ash knocks up around him, coughs wracking his body as he looks up to his assailant.
Park Seonghwa, newly freed from his cage, looks down at the worker with his eyes glowing red.
"Now usually..." He begins, crouching to be face to face with him, "I'd go through this whole place just for the fuck of it and cause some beautiful chaos. But I'm looking for someone."
"(Y/n)?" He stutters out, backing away only to knock into Hongjoongs legs. Stuck between the two nefarious criminals, he chooses his own head over yours. "The second floor! Sh-she's on the second floor!"
"Let's go get our omega, Joong."
Nonchalantly, Hongjoong draws his claws and slices the neck of the worker. He hops over the gurgling body and follows his mate with an ecstatic giggle.
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knifedancer · 4 months
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Dancing In The Rain
Prompt: Rain In which Felix learns that Paris at night is much more beautiful when he dances in the rain…with Marinette.
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It was a rainy Saturday in Paris, the city of love and magic, of superheroes and villains… One would expect to be charmed by a gentle sprinkle on such a lazy day! However, standing under the sopping café umbrella that threatened to snap shut under the weight of the current downpour, we find a boy who feels the polar opposite. Felix Fathom was unimpressed and just plain irritated with Paris – he didn’t even want to be here! It was not the city itself but his week that had put him in such a foul mood. He took stock of his life up to this point and was convinced he was on a bad luck streak – one that built with each passing day until this very moment.
Why, you may ask?
Monday he was shipped off to Paris by his mother to visit his oblivious cousin for two days. Two days of pretending he didn’t know Gabriel was Monarch. Sure, what could go wrong?
Well, he must have jinxed it or angered a random omnipotent god because this week must be divine punishment…
On Tuesday, he discovered his favorite fountain pen had exploded all over his new book and the contents of his book bag.
Wednesday his mother joyously announced he would be staying for the whole week due to work obligations on her part. Phenomenal.
Thursday he was targeted by an akuma – which, in all honesty, he had instigated the akumatization… but only because that damn waitress had dumped his iced coffee into his lap!
If the akuma seemed a little too hostile, well, Uncle was likely gunning for him…
On Friday, he discovered Gabriel had someone ransack his room – likely looking for the peacock miraculous. Felix suspected it was Uncle Gabe himself because half his clothes were ripped asunder by someone expressing a lot of frustration! And he was not sure what that awful odor rubbed all over his boxers was!
Although he was unsure what his uncle would have burnt to leave a random trail of ashes on the floor…
But this morning?
Oh ho ho, this fucking morning was the pièce de résistance!
Saturday brought forth quite a surprise! He awoke in Adrien’s bed, in his cousin’s pajamas, and a note on his forehead from said conniving cousin telling Felix to ‘fill in’ for him on a photoshoot while he spent the day with his friends. Felix had no idea how the model had gotten out of the house, although he assumed that he would find some of his own clothes missing from his closet if he checked. How did Adrien even get him from his room down the hall without waking him?!
That wasn’t even the worst part.
Halfway through the boring photoshoot on the outskirts of Paris, there was an akuma attack. Stormy Weather appeared after being slighted by the meteorologist at the news station – something about Stormy’s predictions being wrong? He didn’t fully know, he only caught part of her monologue before running for cover. They had been hit by hurricane level winds, sleet, and snow so suddenly that half the equipment had to be left behind. Le Gorille had rushed him to the car to make a quick getaway however, just eight blocks away, they had hit some black ice and popped two tires on the curb. Gorille sent him to go find a place to shelter while he called the auto club, but nothing was open due to the attack. So, Felix made the executive decision to walk back. He was about halfway across Paris when the wave of ladybugs purified the area. Finally, his day was looking up!
Felix pulled out his phone to call Le Gorille…only to find the battery dead. Great.
He was stranded, in the middle of Paris, with a dead phone and no money to even hail a taxi with. ‘This day could NOT get any worse!’ Felix thought in a huff.
That was when the rain started.
You see, Stormy Weather – Aurore, whatever – had predicted an unseasonable rain coming that day and the chief meteorologist had scoffed at the teen. Felix was suddenly very supportive of the akuma’s desire to correct the idiot! The blond ran down the street to a café, only to find it was closed due to a shortage of staff. Luckily there was a left-out patio umbrella that he could take shelter under until the rain lightened up.
Except that it didn’t. It grew heavier by the passing minute and Felix found himself huddled under a flimsy, soddy, dripping umbrella in seemingly the worst rainstorm to hit Paris since the Great Flood of 1910. The wet blond mused over the fact that somehow, someway, this was not caused by an akuma. If that were the case, then could all these linked bad events just be coincidence? Or was he simply that unlucky? Once he returned back to London, he would definitely need to ask Duusu if kwamis could curse people…
Just as Felix was about to settle for getting drenched in the rain, a flash of pink caught his eye. There, across the street, moved a lone hazy figure with a polka-dotted umbrella and pink galoshes. As he turned to look at them fully, he realized this figure was not walking down the street but dancing; kicking up puddles on the sidewalk while humming a little ditty as they crossed the intersection nearby. As the figure got closer, he could make out dark hair pulled back into pigtails… pigtails that reminded him of…
“…Marinette?” He hadn’t seen her since that disastrous night at the Diamond Dance!
The girl jolted with surprise when she heard her name, her bluebell eyes taking in the damp blond boy huddled beneath the dripping canopy. He looked exhausted and just as shocked as she was.
“Ad-Adrien? W-what are you doing out h-here?” she squeaked, a light blush dusting her cheeks.
‘Ah, she thinks I’m Adrien again…perhaps I could trick her into letting me borrow her umbrella,’ Felix thought strategically.
He plastered on his imitation model smile and approached her as far as his sparse covering would allow. “I uh… I had a photoshoot today, but then there was that akuma attack? Then my phone died! And, well, it’s a long story...” He rubbed the back of his neck nervously.
“Wow, talk about bad luck. But are you lost? Your house is this way,” the young designer pointed in the opposite direction that Felix had been headed.
The blond blinked and muttered a curse under his breath. “I guess I got lost with everything going on… Would you mind if I walked back with you?”
“Oh…um…s-sure,” Marinette lifted her umbrella to accommodate his taller frame. He ducked under but quickly discovered that she would shrink slightly from their proximity and cause the umbrella’s armatures to smack him in the head. With a gentle smile disguising his irritation, he offered to hold it for her, and she quickly acquiesced. They fell into a companionable silence as they walked. He knew he needed to say something, Adrien would obviously be chatting with her…
“So…what were you doing out in this storm, Marinette?”
“Oh…uh, I was out running a delivery for my parents.”
“Really? In this dreary weather?” Felix asked with obvious surprise.
“Dreary? No, I love the rain! There’s something magical about it…like having a million sparkles falling from the sky!” He watched as her eyes twinkled and he could almost imagine the raindrops glistening just from the brightness of her smile. “It’s special to me,” she finished with a blush.
“Is that why you were dancing in it when I saw you?” He chuckled remembering her hops and twirls on the sidewalk.
Her cheeks flushed dark red, her eyes dropped to her fidgeting hands, and her smile faded with her embarrassment. “Ooh…you saw that? I just…,” Marinette paused, unsure of how to proceed. “I’m not any good at dancing but…it’s fun,” she finished with a whisper.
Felix frowned at the change in her behavior, he clearly recalled their short dance together and her natural grace on the dancefloor. Perhaps she was just self-deprecating because she was intimidated by his cousin? Adrien would surely attempt to cheer up his friend – perhaps girlfriend – wouldn’t he? With not a second longer in hesitation, he stopped and held out his hand to the bluenette. She stared at it for a moment before turning her impossibly blue eyes toward him. “Could I have this dance?” Her eyes widened and she blushed, taking his hand bashfully. He handed her back the umbrella to hold over his shoulder as he wrapped her in his embrace. With a soft hum he began to lead her in a gentle waltz down the sidewalk.
Slowly but surely the warm smile returned and brightened before his eyes as he guided her into bigger and faster spins, keeping them both in tempo to the steps long ingrained in his limbs by dance instructors his mother had insisted he learn from – much to his dismay at the time. ‘I guess I’ll have to thank her now that those silly lessons were finally of some use,’ he thought while a grin spread unwittingly across his face. He lost himself to the movements of their dance, a comfortable warmth growing in his chest. In a rather large puddle he spun Marinette, her foot fanning out in a way that caused the standing water to splash in a great wave over the curb before she settled back into his arms for another set of steps with a giggle. The warmth grew as Felix dipped her, watching as her radiant smile turned up towards the heavens as raindrops danced across her face.
They progressed down the street, both of them smiling and laughing as their hair and shoulders were moistened by wayward drops that missed the umbrella. Eventually they slowed to a stop as they waited for the crosswalk light to change; he gazed down at her – noting the flushed pink cheeks, sparkling eyes, and wide smile. Felix wasn’t sure what came over him. He glanced down at her lips, parted and panting from their energetic dance, and suddenly wanted to know how they felt. With hooded eyes he leaned forward, his arm tightening around her waist as he felt her rise up slowly on her tip toes as if to meet him halfway…the umbrella dropped from her fingers as they slid to the short hairs on the back of his neck, but neither could find it in their minds to care about the rain falling on their heads…
Just as their lips were about to touch, a car came careening around the corner and hit the large puddle forming at the blocked drain. Felix quickly rotated them so that he would shield her with his body. Within seconds a massive, brackish tidal wave splashed over them both and left them drenched. Feeling the cold, dirty water sliding down his spine, the blond let out a string of English curses that even his mother would be ashamed of. Marinette seemed to jolt at the noise and stared at him while he pushed the very wet hair from his face – unconsciously putting it back into his normal style – as the heavy rain continued to pour on their heads. He missed the calculating look she gave him before that gave way to a small smile, then to a chuckle, then a full belly laugh. Felix looked at her dumbfounded before he, too, began to crack up at their situation.
“You look ridiculous,” she giggled out.
“You look like a drowned mouse!” Felix laughed back, unable to contain himself.
“At least I don’t look like an overgrown komondor!” They laughed harder, tears springing to their eyes as the rain plastered their hair to their heads.
‘When was the last time I laughed like this?’ both thought to themselves wryly.
They both eventually calmed down, wiping tears and hair from their eyes. He fished the umbrella from the sidewalk and shook some of the water free before offering it to Marinette. She shook her head and motioned for him to keep it. “My house is just a couple doors down from here. You need it more than I do. The mansion is just up this street,” the blue-eyed girl pointed down the adjacent road.
He furrowed his brow slightly, realizing that their stolen time was coming to an end; he found the warmth in his chest had turned to an ache – he would miss her presence. “You’re sure? At least let me walk you home.”
Marinette quickly shook her head, her wet pigtails flinging droplets of water with the motion. “I’ll be fine, besides you need to get back, so you don’t catch a cold.  We’re both soaked to the bone!” He watched as she hesitated for a moment before sliding in close, pulling him down by his shirt collar, and kissing his cheek. “Th-thank you for the dance, Felix.”
With a distant clap of thunder, a red flush crept up his neck and onto his face as her soft lips pressed against his cheek. In the seconds that it took for him to register her words, she had taken off at a full sprint and disappeared into the heavy rain – returning to the pink blur he first saw by that café. Felix stood there in the rain, speechless and flustered as he touched his cheek. He couldn’t say how long he stood there, staring off, but it was long enough that the downpour had finally become a light drizzle. He looked down at the umbrella in his hand as if looking for proof that this had not been a dream… He gripped the handle a little tighter. It was solid, tangible, real.
A small smile spread across his face. Perhaps his luck wasn’t so bad after all.
~~~ BONUS SCENE ~~~
On Friday after school, while Adrien took care of his extra Chinese lessons and the others were out of the house, Plagg decided to do a little reconnaissance. He carefully zipped across his holder’s room and phased through the wall, floating down the empty hallway until he got to the end. Once there he passed through the door and ducked behind a garbage can while he surveyed the room. A wicked gleam and mischievous grin lit up the kwami’s face; the room was empty!
It had been about two months since Tikki told him about the Adrien knockoff showing up with Duusu and making a mess of things. The London blond had been very combative with Ladybug but oddly protective of Marinette. Tikki was hopeful that Felix might be reformed and join their side – his other half was so optimistic like that. The cheese wheel was always half full with her!
Plagg though? He was a ‘it’s a half a damn wheel of cheese’ type of cat – he jokingly liked to say he was an ‘optipissed’: pissed off optimist. Could things go right? Sure, but things could also just be what they appear.
Plagg didn’t know if Adrien’s cousin was redeemable and didn’t care to figure it out; planning was Tikki’s thing. He preferred results. That’s why he decided to curse that fluffed-up popinjay with a little bad luck! Well, that was mostly because the tiny cat god wanted revenge. Tomato, potato. Right now, the cat kwami intended to get results by taking the peacock miraculous and get it to Pigtails ASAP. Plagg hoped that Felix had left it behind in a hidden compartment or spot in the room while not in use. If it was on his person, the black cat wasn’t sure what to do!
“Duusu!” the black cat called, “Hey Duusu! You in here?” There was no answer.
“Tsk. If I was a feather-brained, pompous, jerk face, where would I hide a broach?” Plagg asked himself as he looked around the room. He decided to check the desk first – rifling through the neat stacks of paper and pens – before dive bombing into the bed to phase through the mattress and pillows. No dice. He proceeded around the room, passing through lamps, tables, and books with increasing irritation. He didn’t even sense the miraculous nearby! He swatted a pillow with his tail in agitation.
Well, if he wasn’t going to get what he came for, he might as well enjoy himself…
Just then the door opened and Plagg hid himself inside a lampshade, watching with great suspicion as Gabriel entered the room to do his own snooping. The cat kwami stayed silent as his holder’s father dug through the closet and dresser, ripping apart jacket and suitcase linings in search of something. After about five minutes, Gabriel let out a soft growl and stalked back across the room to the door. With one last glance around the room, he slammed the door behind him.
‘Seems he didn’t find what he was looking for either!’ Plagg thought suspiciously, he wondered what the kid had stolen this time.
The black cat kwami slowly exited his hiding place, making sure no one would be near to hear his next actions. Then he phased into the closet and began to toss the remaining collection of trousers, vests, and pristinely pressed shirts all over the floor while he cackled with glee. When it was in proper upheaval, he gathered up one each of Felix’s socks from the dresser, called upon his cataclysm, leaving only a small pile of dust on the floor as evidence of their existence. Plagg then burrowed into the underwear drawer, intent to claw some holes in the materials there when the door opened again…
“Plagg?” came Adrien’s hesitant whisper.
Popping his head out the leg of a pair of boxer briefs with a cheesy belch, the kwami called back, “hey kid, I’m over here!”
Adrien quietly closed the door and stalked across the room, tripping on a shirt and unconsciously kicking up the small pile of ashes as he recovered his balance. Plagg watched with satisfaction as the ashes settled to litter a bigger portion of the floor. “What the hell are you doing in here? Felix will be home any minute!”
“Just lookin’ for the miraculous, kid. Figured we know sourpuss has got the peacock, perhaps he’d leave it unattended, then we could get it back to the guardian.”
“Did you have to make such a mess?” the blond pressed his hand to his forehead as he looked over the random piles and ripped items on the floor. “I’m already stuck doing that photoshoot tomorrow instead of hanging out with Nino; if Father thinks I destroyed Felix’s room, I’ll probably be grounded for life!”
Plagg landed on Adrien’s shoulder, “About that kid… I got an idea. Why don’t we…,” as he whispered quietly in his ear.
Adrien’s eyes lit up and he chuckled, gathering up a few pieces of clothes from the floor to use as his disguise in the morning. “That’s sure to put him in a fowl mood!”
~~~Author's Notes: yes I referenced a historical event (Great Flood of 1910), a specific breed of dog, and made a peacock pun.
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myremnantarmy · 1 month
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𝐅𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝟏𝟕, 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 𝐆𝐨𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐥
Saturday after Ash Wednesday
Lk 5:27-32
Jesus saw a tax collector named Levi sitting at the customs post.
He said to him, “Follow me.”
And leaving everything behind, he got up and followed him.
Then Levi gave a great banquet for him in his house,
and a large crowd of tax collectors
and others were at table with them.
The Pharisees and their scribes complained to his disciples, saying,
“Why do you eat and drink with tax collectors and sinners?”
Jesus said to them in reply,
“Those who are healthy do not need a physician, but the sick do.
I have not come to call the righteous to repentance but sinners.”
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Here is the update on the No1 Councilblr Understander bracket!!
So I have compiled the nomination results and am ready to post polls!! Above the cut is a list of polls for contested titles (aka characters with more than one nominee), that will all take place starting 10AM AEST. After these polls conclude everyone will be thrown into one big bracket!!
Tuesday Apr 25th: Chip, Ashe Winters, Exandroth, Kian Stone, Alastyr Cross, Ayva Ferin, Malenia Ferin, Cantrip, Chungus, Richie Sanders
Wednesday Apr 26th: Jay Ferin, Dakota Cole, Peter Sqloint, Rolan Deep, Flynn Gustwind, Mark Winters, Ashe's Mom, Rachel Rand, Sarah Thompson, Tide Lambert
Thursday Apr 27th: Gillion Tidestrider, Vyncent Sol, Rumi, Timothy Rand, Kasper, Caspian, Captain Lizzie, Grayson, Min, The Elders
Friday Apr 28th: William Wisp PT1, William Wisp PT2, Thanatos, Br'aad Vengolor, Kroe Wyse, Abstinence Boy, Alphonz, Amanda Rinn, Niklaus Hendrix
Saturday Apr 29th: William Wisp PT3, Drey Ferin, Harlem Shade, Zuen, Rebecca Jones, Edyn Tidestrider, Pretzel, Ram, Strider, Reuben Price
Below the cut is the list of nominees and their nominations.
@unwitnessprotection
Chip, Drey Ferin, Ashe Winters, Dakota Cole, Vyncent Sol, William Wisp, Cantrip, Mark Winters, Ram
Doug, Ghoul, Mallard Conway, Everyone Relating to the Spirit World, Unwitness Protection Program, Willow Wisp
@seraphex
The Elders, Ashe Winters, Dakota Cole, Vyncent Sol, William Wisp, Harlem Shade, Alphonz, Cantrip, Chungus, Grayson, Mark Winters, Min, Ram, Strider, Tide Lambert, Ashe's Mom, Peter Sqloint, Rumi, Thanatos
Thanatos (OG)
@burning-sol
Gillion Tidestrider, Ayva Ferin, William Wisp, Exandroth, Peter Sqloint, Rumi, Thanatos, Zuen, Kian Stone, Rebecca Jones, Sarah Thompson
Aona, Tristan
@scucharlie
Chip, Gillion Tidestrider, Exandroth, Peter Sqloint, Rumi, Thanatos, Zuen, Kian Stone, Rolan Deep, Timothy Rand, Rachel Rand, Rebecca Jones, Richie Sanders, Sarah Thompson, Br'aad Vengolor
Rymir, Jesse, Sylnan Vengolor
@spacedustmantis
Gillion Tidestrider, Kian Stone, Timothy Rand
@willotstreet
Jay Ferin, Drey Ferin, Edyn Tidestrider, Captain Lizzie, Ashe Winters, Dakota Cole, Vyncent Sol, William Wisp, Abstinence Boy, Kian Stone, Rolan Deep, Timothy Rand, Rachel Rand, Rebecca Jones, Richie Sanders, Sarah Thompson, Flynn Gustwind
Aslana, Ms Gilbert
@biblicallyaccurateandrogynoussex
Chip, Jay Ferin, Gillion Tidestrider, Caspian, Edyn Tidestrider, Captain Lizzie, Niklaus Hendrix, Pretzel, Ashe Winters, Dakota Cole, Vyncent Sol, William Wisp, Alphonz, Chungus, Grayson, Min, Ram, Strider, Tide Lambert, Peter Sqloint, Rumi, Thanatos, Kian Stone, Rolan Deep, Timothy Rand, Alastyr Cross, Flynn Gustwind, Kasper, Kroe Wyse
Goobleck, Alphonze, Gryffon, Marshall John, Ollie, Queen, Strangle Macock
@rumiracle-whip
Ayva Ferin, Edyn Tidestrider, Ashe Winters, William Wisp, Abstinence Boy, Mark Winters, Exandroth, Rumi, Rebecca Jones
@the-albatross-sails
Chip, Jay Ferin, Gillion Tidestrider, Amanda Rinn, Malenia Ferin, Niklaus Hendrix, Reuben Price, The Elders
@navysealt4t
Jay Ferin, Gillion Tidestrider
@misty-lilies
Chip, Niklaus Hendrix
@asteraeliana
Aster, Lunadeyis, Aster Aeliana
@girlbossjackie
Dakota Cole, William Wisp, Harlem Shade, Rumi, Kian Stone, Kasper
@enby-ralsei
Ashe Winters, Dakota Cole, Vyncent Sol, William Wisp, Kian Stone, Rolan Deep, Timothy Rand, Rebecca Jones
@herethereverywhere
Drey Ferin, Vyncent Sol, Rachel Rand
Jason King
@alkalineleak
Gillion Tidestrider, Caspian, Edyn Tidestrider, Ashe Winters, Mark Winters, Ashe's Mom
Literally Everyone from the Undersea, Shockwave
@enderspawn
Chip
@glamjrwi
Gillion Tidestrider, Edyn Tidestrider
@phantom-does-a-thing
Dakota Cole, Vyncent Sol, William Wisp
@twinkfromconvergence
Alastyr Cross, Flynn Gustwind, Kasper, Kroe Wyse
@snailvee
Reuben Price
@mochitoaster
Amanda Rinn, Exandroth, Rumi, Kian Stone, Timothy Rand, Kasper
@atomicraft
Jay Ferin, Gillion Tidestrider, Caspian, Captain Lizzie, Niklaus Hendrix, Dakota Cole, Mark Winters, Exandroth, Kian Stone, Rolan Deep, Rebecca Jones, Sarah Thompson, Br'aad Vengolor
@pretzel-the-frogtopus
Pretzel
@polypd
Vyncent Sol
@transatos
Thanatos
@apple-the-bluebird
Gillion Tidestrider, Malenia Ferin, William Wisp, Mark Winters, Tide Lambert
Finn Tidestrider
@oli-disaster
William Wisp
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a-wins-a-win · 6 months
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mouse's attempted B;APO timeline
aka i was writing an irrelevant detail in a silly little fic and it occurred to me that oh wait i could actually think about this!!
credit where credit's due - i am using this timeline right here (from @hearmyvoicee) as a base, but i have some particular thoughts/interpretations of my own + felt like using 2001 dates! (bc why not, ya know? keep it basically of the time it opened) so this whole thing is mostly for my own reference, but if it makes sense to any of y'all as well? great <;3 [keeping it under the cut for my own sanity + yours]
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Sunday, January 7 [the feast of the Epiphany is celebrated on January 6th, or the closest Sunday to that date - in the case of 2001, that's the 7th]
Epiphany
Monday - Friday, January 8 - 12 [ i swear on my life someone mentioned to me once that it's generally accepted that You & I spans several days?? i cannot find who or where but someone tell me i'm not going insane ]
You & I
Friday, January 12 [the friday is entirely arbitrary, just seems the type of day you'd hold auditions - give it a week to stir interest, cast on friday, start up your rehearsals from the next monday onwards] [i have never been in theater though, so don't hold me to that]
Role Of A Lifetime
Auditions
Plain Jane Fatass
Thursday, February 22 [to me the phrase "we'll meet in Tanya's room on Friday night" implies that it's not yet Friday + in theory the song takes place during study hall, so an actual weekday? so to that end it could be any day monday-thursday, the specifics not mattering in particular, but i arbitrarily went with thursday so that Ivy’s birthday lines up right]
Wonderland
Friday, February 23
A Quiet Night At Home
Rolling
Best Kept Secret
Wednesday, February 28 [borrowing from the previous timeline for this one - the Lent + Ash Wednesday significance makes sense] [to that end, Ash Wednesday 2001 was in fact February 28th]
Confession
Portrait Of A Girl
Thursday, March 1 [in Wonderland they reference the fact that "Ivy's birthday's in a week", ergo wonderland date + 1 week]
Birthday, Bitch!
One Kiss
Are You There?
911! Emergency!
Friday, March 2 [peter mentions 911! Emergency as being "last night"]
Reputation Stain'd
Ever After
Saturday, March 10 [generally, the Spring Break week is from March 11 to March 17, so in my head it makes sense for them to be leaving for their spring break the day beforehand - ergo, March 10th]
Spring
One
✨ spring break / intermission ✨
Sunday, March 17 [the sunday makes sense in my head to mirror Epiphany]
Wedding Bells
Monday, March 19
In The Hallway
Monday, March 26 [ as claire says - "gone a week, i miss you already". so if classes started again on the 19th + 1 week is the 26th ]
Touch My Soul
See Me
Warning
[sidenote, easter 2001 was sunday april 15. to that end, to account for the Easter Monday holiday, likely they had the 16th off also]
Friday, May 18 [okay listen!! i know it crowds A LOT of act 2 together but!! the way sister chantelle says here "if you decide you want to get together one more time" implies to me that they aren't going to be having more Official rehearsal time before the play actually gets performed] [it all has to occur between monday may 14 & sunday may 20 for jason's "graduate next sunday" line to be technically correct] [rory's decided that they'll "meet back here. seven o'clock" - which i was always under the impression is the supposed to be rehearsal that sets up Promise] [Nadia's "call me tonight, or tomorrow, or whenever" to me implies that she won't see him tomorrow? so probably they don't have any classes or rehearsal the next day]["i know it's late" in Cross is such a little detail, but to me it just ties it all up]
Pilgrim's Hands
God Don't Make No Trash
All Grown Up
Promise
Once Upon A Time
Cross
Saturday, May 19 [saturday night seems a reasonable time to put on the show, right? like in order to make it accessible to family + friends outside of the school?]
Two Households
Bare
Queen Mab
A Glooming Peace
Tuesday, May 22 [a {catholic} person is buried between 2 and 7 days after their death, typically around 3. i always got the vibes that Absolution was supposed to take place on/around jason's funeral, ergo the play + 3 days]
Absolution
Sunday, May 27 [going with the assumption that they graduate on the last sunday in may, in 2001 that date was the 27th]
No Voice
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wanna make it super clear that i a) am australian and b) am not catholic and c) have never been to boarding school or in theater so a lot of dates were found via google search, and/or arbitrarily assigned weekdays
also also at the end of the day i'm not sure the specifics of the timeline super duper matter, it was mostly just for fun - but like. feel free to share ur thoughts!
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The Flight into Egypt (Year 1), Our Lady of Constantinople, Bari, Turkey (566), Saturday after Ash Wednesday and the Saints for 17 February
The Flight into Egypt (Year 1)- 17 February: It was on the seventeenth of February, fifty five days after the Nativity of Jesus, when King Herod’s soldiers — sent to slaughter all little boys in Bethlehem and its neighbourhood who were two years old or under, in order to destroy a rival King, Jesus — were getting perilously near the cave at Bethlehem, where at first they little expected Our Lord…
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ROUND 2 INFO
Round 2 will be posted between Wednesday, November 29th and Tuesday, December 5th. It will be split between 4 sets, each set being posted on a different day. There will be a total of 64 participants (16 participants in each individual set) divided in 32 polls 8 polls in each individual set). By the end of Round 2, 32 participants will make it to Round 3 while the rest will be sent to the Shadow Realm where their souls will be tormented for eternity. Each poll will last a week. As the sets are posted, I will link them below.
ROUND 2A
Cinderella (Disney's Cinderella Animated) vs. Hatsune Miku as Cinderella (Various Songs) (Vocaloid)
Cinderella/Aschenputtel/Cendrillon (German/General European Fairytale Variant) vs. Ye Xian (Chinese Fairytale Variant)
Hamupipőke (Hungarian Fairytale Variant) vs. Settarah (The Persian Cinderella by Shirley Climo/Robert Florczak)
Cendrillon (Otogi-Juushi Akazukin) vs. Mofurun as "Mofurella" (Mahou Tsukai PreCure)
Giselle Lai (Cinderelle) vs. Cinderella (Grimms Notes)
Queen Cinderella Charming (The Land of Stories by Chris Colfer) vs. Elegant "Ella" Herringbone Coach (Disenchanted: The Trials of Cinderella by Megan Morrison)
Vasilisa "Vasya" Petrovna (The Winternight trilogy by Katherine Arden) vs. Cinderella "Cindy" Baxter (The Sisters Grimm by Michael Buckley)
Mia Basile (Cinderella the Cat) vs. La Cenerentola (La Cenerento Laossia La Bontà in Trionfo)
ROUND 2B
Ella of Frell (Ella Enchanted by Gail Carson Levine) vs. Cinderellis (Cinderellis and the Glass Hill by Gail Carson Levine)
Imogen Keegan (Damsel Distressed by Kelsey Macke) vs. Cinderella/Prinzessin (Yu-Gi-Oh! Duel Monsters & Yu-Gi-Oh! TCG)
Cinderumpelstiltskin (The Stinky Cheese Man by Jon Scieszka/Lane Smith) vs. Cinderella (Cinderella Penguin, or, the Little Glass Flipper by Janet Perlman)
Cindy (If the Shoe Fits by Julia Murphy) vs. Bronwyn Murdoch (The Prince Who Loved Me by Karen Hawkins)
Ella (Cinder Ella by S.T. Lynn) vs. Queen Cinderella (10th Kingdom)
Sam Montgomery (A Cinderella Story) vs. Katie Gibbs (A Cinderella Story: Once Upon a Song)
Ella (Happily N'Ever After) vs. Ella (The Glass Slipper)
Ashlynn Ella (Ever After High) vs. Danielle de Barbarac (Ever After)
ROUND 2C
Missy Piggy as "Lady Holiday" (The Great Muppet Caper) vs. Baby Gonzo as "Gonzo-rella" (Muppet Babies 2018)
Scrooge McDuck as "Scroogerello" (Ducktales) vs. Chuckie Finster as "Finsterella" (Rugrats)
Popeye the Sailor Man as "Cinderfella" (Popeye the Sailor Man: Ancient Fishtory) vs. Betty Boop as Cinderella (Betty Boop: Poor Cinderella)
Barbie as Cinderella (Barbie Dolls) vs. Ella (Total Drama: Pahkitew Island)
Saki Hanajima as "Cinderella-ish" (Fruits Basket) vs. Mettaton as Cinderella (Undertale)
Cendrillon (Persona of Sumi Yoshizawa / Violet) (Persona 5) vs. Cinderella (Once Upon a Crime)
Ella Brown (Just Ella by Margaret Peterson Haddix) vs. Princess Petra / Spinstress as "Spinderella" (Marvel Earth-423)
Cinderella (Cinderella by The Cheetah Girls) vs. Harper Finkle as "Harperella" (Wizards of Waverly Place)
ROUND 2D
Cinders (Once Upon a Time in Space by the Mechanisms) vs. Linh Cinder / Selene Blackburn (The Lunar Chronicles by Marissa Meyer)
Carrie White (Carrie by Stephen King) vs. Cinderella (Into the Woods)
Cinderella (Shrek) vs. Lucette Riella Britton (Cinderella Phenomenon)
Cinderella (TAISHO x ALICE) vs. Rin Hoshiora as Cinderella (Love Live)
Aisling "Ash" (Ash by Malinda Lo) vs. Ella Saturday (Witches Abroad) (Discworld by Terry Pratchett)
Euphemia "Effie" Reeves (Ten Thousand Stitches by Olivia Atwater) vs. Cinderella (Burn the Witch)
Cinderella (Cinderella Monogatari) vs. Miyo Saimori (My Happy Marriage)
Ashley Vans (A Wicked Tale of Cinderella's Stepmom / I Raised Cinderella Preciously) vs. Itsumi Tachibana (You Are My Princess)
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Q&A part 2
I'm doing this purely to give some much needed context for Months and Stuff. Below me are old sketches I rummaged up from my pile of sketchbooks.
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Most named things in Plant are religious. There's no real meaning behind that, I just thought it would be fun and also helps theme the name pool.
Weekdays are named after our Easter week
Monday - malkamaanantai - beamday Tuesday- tikkutiistai - stickday Wednesday - kellokeskiviikko - bellday Thursday - kiirastorstai RENAMED - frayday Friday - pitkäperjantai - longday Saturday - lankalauantai - yarnday Sunday - sukkasunnuntai - sockday
Months are named after old agricultural year. They are just translated finnish month names and I do not take critisism on the quality of that. Tried my best
January - Tammikuu - Hubmoon or Heartmoon, haven't decided yet Although "Tammi" means oak in our modern language, it apparently used to mean the middle part of a wheel. It's the center of the winter.
February - Helmikuu - Pearlmonth or Twinmonth, also yet not decided. This one is funny since pearl simply means the ice pearls on trees.
March - Maaliskuu - Soilmoon The month when snow starts to melt away a little bit. There are three different possible meaning for "maalis", but the meaning of soil or earth (both are maa) makes most sense.
April - Huhtikuu - Ashmoon Comes from old tradition of burning woods into kaski or huhta, a nutritious, ash-rich land to sow
May - Toukokuu - Sowmoon "Touko" means fieldworks at the start of the summer
June - Kesäkuu - Plowmoon While "kesä" means summer, the origin is maybe tied to first growths of the field. Kesanto, fallow, means different thing nowadays so I decided to change it.
July - Heinäkuu - Haymoon There are other older namings for this, but decided to be literal for once.
August - Elokuu - Harvestmoon Pretty self exploratory. "Elonkorjuu" means the harvest season and celebration.
September - Syyskuu - Autumnmoon yeah.
October - Lokakuu - Mudmoon yeah two
November - Marraskuu - Deathmoon or Demisemoon Winter is here baby! Marras is an old word meaning death or premonition of it.
December - Joulukuu - Wintermoon or Knuuttimoon Joulukuu literally means "Christmas moon", but I haven't yet decided how important that holiday is for plant world. The older name for the month, before christianity was "Talvikuu", for the winter. So I think I'm keeping that.
The midseasons, Kaamos, Loska, Suvi, and Eloaika are about what you could expect.
As a thank you for reading this far, below readmore is some sketches I found while looking for these infos. I'm getting the start of next chapter ready and posted next weekend, so welcome to part 2 of Plant! It's pretty much the same as part 1 but hopefully less depressing and more fun and with more characters and lots of berry hunting and singing and crafts!
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Fae houses: An entrance to an underground house of Woodland fae, riverside hunting hut of River fae, and an example of Floral fae's hibernation hole.
Abandonned doodles for an abandonned illustration of some lategame stuff
Chill sauna times
Raspberries, flowers and one depiction of a mature Veil over city landscape
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A general view of Bakhmut, the site of heavy battles with Russian troops in the Donetsk region, Ukraine, Friday, April 21, 2023. (Iryna Rybakova via AP)
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People save icons as they clear the rubble after a Russian rocket ruined an Orthodox church in rocket attack on Easter night, a crater left by the rocket in the foreground, in Komyshuvakha, Zaporizhzhia region, Ukraine, early hours Sunday, April 16, 2023. (AP Photo/Kateryna Klochko)
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A local resident looks at his home, damaged by a Russian rocket attack in Sloviansk, Donetsk region, Ukraine, Friday, April 14, 2023. The death toll from Russian missile strikes on eastern Ukraine's city of Sloviansk rose to 11 Saturday as rescue crews tried to reach people trapped in the rubble of an apartment building, Ukrainian authorities said. (Roman Chop via AP)
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Players of a women's football team from Mariupol pose for photo before a Ukrainian championship match against Shakhtar in Kyiv, Ukraine, Tuesday, April 18, 2023. After their city was devastated and captured by Russian forces, the team from Mariupol rose from the ashes when they gathered a new team in Kyiv. They continue to play to remind everyone that despite the occupation that will soon hit one year, Mariupol remains a Ukrainian city. (AP Photo/Efrem Lukatsky)
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A destroyed apartment building on Tuesday, April 18, 2023 in Izyum, in eastern Ukraine, where 54 people died during a bombardment last year. (Mauricio Lima/The New York Times)
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Discarded equipment and rifles from wounded and dead Ukrainian soldiers piled at a medical evacuation compound on the outskirts of Chasiv Yar, in eastern Ukraine, on Wednesday, April 19, 2023. (Mauricio Lima/The New York Times)
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Thousands of parts of artillery shells, missile fragments and non-guided rockets that have hit buildings throughout Kharkiv since the beginning of the war, in an industrial field on Monday, April 17, 2023. (Mauricio Lima/The New York Times)
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Mourners attending the funeral of Mykola Zhezherun, a Ukrainian soldier who died in the eastern Luhansk region, on Thursday, April 20, 2023 in Kyiv. (Brendan Hoffman/The New York Times)
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A shell from a heavy multiple launch rocket system is seen if front of a tractor during a sowing of lentils in a field in Zaporizhzhia region, Ukraine, Monday, April 18, 2023. (REUTERS/Stringer)
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WIP Wednesday
I've been tagged by @melisusthewee, whom I thank for giving me the chance to share!
Since I already post wips for drawing, here you go with something written... I'm planning out the DadWolf AU, I'm gonna write it down but it needs some worldbuilding first. But my hands are quicker than my brain so... some brewing for some DRAMA, three years after this, they're both 21. (It's basically a modern time AU, so... Yeah, you know what happened to poor Cullen.)
More and a silly doodle of Aisling and Cullen at 15, before stuff went wrong, under the cut! Consider yourself tagged if you see this!
Aisling. [ Hey, stranger! Let’s see if you’ll reply this time… Are you still in Denerim or have you been reassigned? :) ]
Cullen. [ Hello. Yes. Why? ]
Aisling. [ Wonderful! Are you free to see an old friend? I’ll be in Denerim for a three days seminar, the weekend after this, but I’m free after the lessons. Ydun is coming too, but… What about doing something together? It’s been ages since I saw you, those enslavers didn’t even let you get home for First Day… ]
Cullen. [ Is Ydun ok? ]
Aisling. [ Of course, I already told her. I can see her often anyway, so you have the precedence. As for what… Nothing fancy, even just a cup of coffee to catch up? You tell me how much time do you have. Or I think our AirBnB has a tv: Netflix and chill? We can order pizza and eat it on the couch, for old time’s sake. You can choose the movie, I maaaaay also be willing to finally see Top Gun. If you ask nicely. ]
Cullen. [ My free evening is on Saturday, but I already have plans. ]
Aisling. [ Oh. Yeah, sounds right, you get so little free time… Sorry if I insisted. Well… If you get five minutes free, give me a call? I’d love to see you again, I’ve missed you. You get so little time to chat, and you disappeared these last months… And I feel like it’s only me speaking. Sorry, I must be bothering you. ]
Cullen. [ I’m very busy.
*2 hours later*I will be at this pub with some people, if you really want to join. *location forwarded* ]
Aisling. [ :D That would be wonderful! We’ll be there, sure! Any dress code we should know of? Only uniforms allowed, should I show up in lab coat, rubber gloves and goggles? I look like Gollum with goggles. u_u ]
Cullen. [ Just dress normal if you really want to come. 8pm. ]
Aisling. [ Ok? Sure… Can’t wait! :D ]
Aisling stared at her phone and that exchange for the tenth time since it happened, those weeks ago. She read and read it again, not understanding. Something was off, she could tell… Or well, it would have been off three years ago, before he left, with the shy, kind boy that was her best friend since kindergarten.  Maybe he was just too busy to stay on his phone. Maybe it was really just that. He was an officer after all, graduated with flying colours as Mia informed her -they had a party at the Rutherfords to celebrate, but Cullen didn’t show up. Cullen, actually, hadn’t written nor replied in the last six months, not even to Mia. He had responsibilities, and… Well.
A hand blocked her visual of the screen, taking the phone away from her hand with a huff.
“You’ll dig a hole in the screen if you’ll keep staring at it, doll.”
Ydun told her, looking herself at the screen and frowning, exactly as the times she showed her the messages and asked for her opinion.
“I know but… He was strange, and I’m worried. Should I write him again? Ask him if it’s still confirmed for Saturday?” She asked her, leaning her head over her shoulder. The fabric of her tailleur was rough under her cheek, but she didn’t mind that much.
“He sounds like an asshole. Write to call it off, we’ll just be losing time.”
“He’s my best friend, and Dorian’s. We’ve been friends since kindergarten. He’s not an asshole, I know when he’s strange and I’m worried for him.”
“He’s an officer in the military, Ash. He invited us, two elves, one a Dalish and the other a mage, to a party full of militaries. Add the fact that lesbianism doesn’t really help. It’s not the invitation of a nice person.”
“Maybe they’re good people. He is. And I’m bi.”
Ydun turned to look at her, a silent, very doubtful question on her sharp face, tattooed in deep crimson. Aisling knew that expression as well as she knew her Vallaslin, she didn’t need to look up to know. She frowned in all answer, scuddling closer on her seat to get closer to her girlfriend, hugging her arm with a sigh.
“You can stay home. I’ll go, check he’s still in one piece and get right back.”
“Sure, what a marvellous idea.” Ydun snorted, very sarcastically, poking at her arm. “You’ll need someone to protect you, I’ll be there with you, doll, of course.”
Aisling didn’t like when Ydun called her doll. She didn’t like when she treated her like a damsel in distress, just because she was emotional. She was a mage, writing her dissertation for her BA in Physics, and listening to her tutor, she will get into any MA program she wanted. She and Dorian just needed to choose a program and a place, and whether to make the leap and leave home. Together, because loneliness was scary and papae Solas confirmed them that they did their best when they worked side by side anyway.
…she wanted to see Cullen, and ask him. When she was scared about whether to apply to Physics or not, or just to find work because she didn’t feel competent enough, just a pale imitation of her brother, it had been Cullen who talked her down her fears and convinced to send the application. He had been right. And she… She missed him. In those three years they had seen each other a handful of times, and always briefly. He had no time to write -Mia, Branson and Rosalie all confirmed that he wasn’t writing much to them either.
She missed Cullen, and she would have seen him on Saturday.
She got her cellphone back and wrote him.
Aisling. [ Hey, stranger! On my way to Denerim in an uncomfortable train. Answer me when you can.All confirmed for Saturday? :) ]
Cullen. (3 hours later) [ Confirmed. ]
Aisling. [ Yay!! Can’t wait! ^O^ I got so much to tell you! Ydun too can’t wait to meet you, finally! Any chance to get to an Ed Sheeran concert? I’d love to be reminded what’s good music in comparison and have a pizza afterwards, honestly. ]
*no reply*
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17th February >> Fr. Martin's Reflections / Homilies on Today's Mass Readings (Inc. Luke 5:27-32) for Saturday after Ash Wednesday: ‘I have not come to call the virtuous, but sinners to repentance’.
Saturday after Ash Wednesday
Gospel (Except USA) Luke 5:27-32 Jesus comes not to call the virtuous, but sinners to repentance.
Jesus noticed a tax collector, Levi by name, sitting by the customs house, and said to him, ‘Follow me.’ And leaving everything he got up and followed him.
In his honour Levi held a great reception in his house, and with them at table was a large gathering of tax collectors and others. The Pharisees and their scribes complained to his disciples and said, ‘Why do you eat and drink with tax collectors and sinners?’ Jesus said to them in reply, ‘It is not those who are well who need the doctor, but the sick. I have not come to call the virtuous, but sinners to repentance.’
Gospel (USA) Luke 5:27-32 I have not come to call righteous to repentance but sinners.
Jesus saw a tax collector named Levi sitting at the customs post. He said to him, “Follow me.” And leaving everything behind, he got up and followed him. Then Levi gave a great banquet for him in his house, and a large crowd of tax collectors and others were at table with them. The Pharisees and their scribes complained to his disciples, saying, “Why do you eat and drink with tax collectors and sinners?” Jesus said to them in reply, “Those who are healthy do not need a physician, but the sick do. I have not come to call the righteous to repentance but sinners.”
Reflections (7)
(i) Saturday after Ash Wednesday
The opening words of today’s first reading from the prophet Isaiah suggests that if the people of Israel behave in certain ways – doing away with the yoke, the clenched fist, the wicked word, feeding the hungry… - then the Lord will be their guide and will give them relief in desert places. Jesus’ ministry seems to have taken a different shape. He revealed God’s unconditional love to people before they changed for the better, thereby empowering them to become the person God was calling them to be. In today’s gospel reading, Jesus called Levi, a tax collector, before he gave up his tax collecting. Such people were very unpopular because the payments they exacted from others often included large contributions for themselves. Certainly, the religious leaders of the time regarded people like Levi as ‘sinners’. Yet, the Lord called Levi to become one of his intimate disciples, thereby empowering him to leave his lucrative trade and become a follower of the one who had nowhere to lay his head. In gratitude, Levi invited Jesus to be his guest at a meal at which other tax collectors were present. This was the kind of company Jesus loved to keep because he knew such people, who were marginalized because of their profession, needed to know that God was calling out to them in his love, inviting them and empowering them to live in ways that were in keeping with his desire for them and that would be truly life-giving for them. Like a doctor, Jesus knew his place was among the broken in body, mind and spirit. The risen Lord continues to relate to us all in the same way. He continues to pour his love, God’s unconditional love, into our often broken hearts so that we are empowered to become the new creation God needs us to be, if God’s kingdom is to make a breakthrough into our world.
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The gospels suggest that Jesus engaged with the kind of people that many at the time, especially the religious leaders, would have written off. In this morning’s gospel reading we hear that Jesus called a tax collector, Levi, to be his follower and to share in his work of calling people into the kingdom of God. He would have been regarded as a most unlikely candidate for such a calling. Tax collectors were considered sinners, people who had alienated themselves from their fellow countrymen because they collected taxes from the Romans, and who had separated themselves from God, because it was presumed they were corrupt. Nothing good was expected of them. Yet, Jesus called one of them to be a member of the group of twelve that he gathered around himself to have a special share in his work. Jesus, it seems, did not look upon people the way that society in general looked upon them. He saw people in a much more generous way than they were viewed by others, or even by themselves. The Lord continues to relate to each of us in the generous same way; he doesn’t sell us short but gives us a calling that is in keeping with our gifts and our dignity as members of his body and temples of his Spirit. This Lent we pray for the grace to be as generous in our response to the Lord’s call as Levi was.
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The first people Jesus called to follow him were fishermen. He went on to call people from other walks of life to follow him. In this morning’s gospel reading he calls a tax collector, Levi, someone in the pay of the Romans, to follow him. On another occasion he called a rich man to follow him. The gospels also inform us that he had many women followers. Jesus looked on all people as his potential followers. His call to ‘follow me’ was addressed to all who would respond to it. It was addressed to people who were considered sinners by those who did their utmost to live by God’s law. Jesus got close to those he was calling to follow him, sharing table with them, regardless of how they were regarded by others. The gospel reading reminds us that the Lord is always drawing close to us, to all of us, even when we think of ourselves as sinners. He never ceases to draw near to us and to call on us to follow him. We may think that we have to put a distance between ourselves and the Lord, but the Lord never puts a distance between himself and us. He is always standing at the door of our lives and knocking, calling out to us to follow him, to walk in his way so as to share in his mission in the world.
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(iv) Saturday after Ash Wednesday  
When I read the gospels, I am often struck by the questions that people ask. Jesus himself asks many questions in the gospel, as do many of the other characters who appear in the gospel story. In today’s gospel reading, the scribes and the Pharisees ask a question of Jesus’ disciples, ‘Why do you eat with tax collectors and sinners?’ As far as they were concerned, to eat with tax collectors and sinners was to risk being contaminated by them. They would have argued that it was better for people to keep themselves separate from such people in order to preserve their moral health. Indeed, the term ‘Pharisees’ means ‘separated ones’. However, Jesus did not share this concern of the Pharisees. He knew that rather than the sin of others infecting him, his goodness, God’s goodness in him, would transform others. That remains true of Jesus’ relationship with us all. The Lord is never diminished by our failings; rather, we are always ennobled and enriched by his holiness. That is why the Lord does not separate himself from us, even when we might be tempted to separate ourselves from him, because of what we have done or failed to do, just as Peter, on one occasion in the gospels, said to Jesus, ‘Depart from me, for I am a sinful man’. The Lord always desires to sit with us, to share table with us, to enter into communion with us, in order that in our weakness we might draw from his strength, and in our many failings we might draw from his goodness and love. As today’s gospel reading reminds us, he has not come to call the virtuous but sinners to repentance, and we are all sinners in need of his merciful love. If we acknowledge that reality, then the Lord can pour his healing love into our lives.
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(v) Saturday after Ash Wednesday
Tax collectors were unpopular in the time of Jesus. They were collecting taxes on behalf of Rome, the occupying power, and they had a reputation for enriching themselves at other people’s expense. Even though they were reasonably wealthy, they were marginalized among the people, and this made them a special object of Jesus’ attention. He shared table with them, entered into communion with them. Jesus’ call of a tax collector to be among his followers shows the inclusive nature of the community that he was gathering around himself. There was a home here for those who had been made to feel that they did not belong to the community of believers. Jesus’ call empowered Levi to leave his financially rewarding profession. Levi sensed that in following Jesus he would find a different kind of wealth. He used some of his remaining resources to put on a meal for Jesus and other tax collectors like himself to celebrate this new beginning in his life. His response to the Lord’s call had immediate benefits for others. The Lord continues to call each one of us, regardless of where we are on our life’s journey. We don’t have to get ourselves to a better place for the Lord to call us. He calls us as he finds us. He doesn’t wait for us to be ‘well’, in the language of today’s gospel reading, before calling us. In that sense, when it comes to the Lord, we are always ‘on call’. While calling us as we are, the Lord will always call us beyond where we are. In calling us, the Lord also empowers us to go where he is calling us. He enters into communion with us so that we can draw strength from him. If we keep responding to the Lord’s loving call, our response, like that of Levi, will have great benefits for others. Our saying ‘yes’ to the Lord’s call will always make it easier for others to do the same.
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(vi) Saturday after Ash Wednesday
Jesus clearly saw something in Levi the tax collector that many others didn’t. The Pharisees and the scribes categorized him as a ‘sinner’, asking Jesus, ‘Why do you eat and drink with tax collectors and sinners?’ Yet, Jesus was not only prepared to eat and drink with tax collectors and sinners but called one tax collector, Levi, to become part of that small group of twelve he gathered around himself to share in his work in a more focused way. The gospel reading raises the question, ‘How do we look on people?’ Jesus looked on people with a generous and hopeful spirit. Levi may have left a lot to be desired in terms of his compliance with God’s Law, as it was understood by the experts in the Law at the time. When Jesus looked on Levi, he didn’t simply see what was lacking in him, but, also and more importantly, the person he could become. Yes, he was ‘sick’ but so too were all men and women in different ways, including those who thought of themselves as virtuous. Jesus, as the divine physician, could heal what needed healing in others and empower them to become all that God was calling them to be. The Lord looks upon each one of us with the same generous and hopeful spirit. He is more attuned to the person we can become than to the ways we have failed. The Lord also calls on us to look on each other in the same generous, hopeful way that he looks upon us.
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(vii) Saturday after Ash Wednesday
The question of the Pharisees and their scribes to Jesus reveals what they thought of tax collectors, ‘Why do you eat and drink with tax collectors and sinners?’ ‘Sinners’ were those who were perceived to regularly break God’s Law, and tax collectors were presumed to be among this group. From the perspective of those who were considered religious at the time, Jesus was keeping strange company. Jesus was living on the religious margins, and he was calling people from these margins, such as Levi, to belong to the group he was gathering around him to share in his work in a special way. Jesus responded to his critics by declaring that his primary concern was to heal the sick, the spiritually as well as the physically sick, and to call sinners back home to God. A few chapters later in Luke’s gospel, the same criticism would be levied against Jesus by the Pharisees and the scribes, this time in the form of a statement rather than a question, ‘This fellow welcomes sinners and eats with them’. On that occasion, Jesus responded to the criticism by telling the parables of the lost sheep, the lost coin and the lost sons. The younger son had spectacularly sinned against heaven and before his father and, yet, the father never lost hope that he would come back home and scanned the horizon for his return, seeing him ‘while he was still far off’. Jesus was very aware of those who were ‘far off’, on the spiritual edge. He had a special desire to seek them out and assure them that God continued to love them. We can all find ourselves far off from God from time to time, having gone our own way. Today’s gospel reading assures us that, even when we are far off, we are never far from the Lord’s heart. He is always calling us home. Indeed, he does more; he invites himself to our table in the hope that we will accept his self-invitation.
Fr. Martin Hogan.
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Eddie Munson/F!Reader -COMM
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Sticky grass fumes tickle your nose as Eddie stubs out the joint in the ashtray behind him. You’re sitting across from him, back against the dresser, legs akimbo while he’s stuffed between the corner of his bed and a milk crate he calls his bedside table. As if on cue, you snap your fingers and he clicks his lighter, burning the end of a cigarette between his teeth. 
Eddie grins, clicking the zippo closed and flips you the bird, one dimple in his cheek in a lopsided grin. You throw him an air kiss and pluck up a caseless cassette with a hum.
“Who’s this?” It’s unnamed, just a pentagram drawn on the paper-tape label. It’s seen better days too. Looks like someone melted the corner with a cigarette and half the label is mushy with an old water stain… or you hope it was water. Gross…
“Dunno, sweetheart. Could be some majorly underground shit… or total trash.” Eddie exhales a plume of smoke, blowing it off to the side where his window is cracked. It’s chilly outside, but the two of you can generate heat when booze, weed and music combine, so the backdraft is welcome.
You watch him flick ash in an old coffee mug filled with who knows what, and shrug. “”Found that baby at the bottom of Camelot’s dollar bin. But like,” he takes the final swig off his second beer and swallows a burp, “dumbasses also had Trouble’s ‘Skull’ on tape in there too, so what the fuck do they know, right?”
“Spooky. Kinda gives off some Evil Dead vibes,” you muse, setting it aside to resume picking through the cassettes between your legs while Eddie snaps the tab on a beer. It hisses and you hear him curse, followed by the telltale slurp as he sucks up the foam noisily. 
You glance over, just with your eyes, vision blocked by your heavy lashes, only to quickly look back at the pile of music when your heart flutters at how red and wet his lips looked gathering up the yeasty foam before it can spill over the can. You’ve been doing that more lately, stealing glances—greedy glances he could easily catch if he so much as looked up at the wrong time. 
“Ready for round two there, princess?” He asks. 
You nod, unwilling to look at him, instead fingering the new tapes he grabbed from the record store. It was a ritual for you two, going back freshman year (well, your freshman year) at least five years or so. First Saturday of the month Camelot Music refilled their dollar bin with garbage and hidden treasures. Eddie would hit it up after crawling out of bed around noon, and you’d grab ten bucks worth of snacks, enough to cram over the weekend. As the years passed, this ritual grew to involve beer, grass and, more recently… hard liquor. But tonight? Well, Eddie scored big time: some more unlabeled shit, the Trouble tape he mentioned, Witchfinder General, even an unraveled Black Sabbath that’d seen better days. 
You're too absorbed in the menagerie of metal when he places a cold beer can against the side of your bare knee. It shocks your weed-heightened senses, making you jump and squeak. Eddie cackles like an ettercap when you jerk your leg up, shooting him a glare. 
“Dickhead,” you curse, failing to keep the smile off your lips, “… you know how tender I get after smoking.”
“Mm’yeah, why you’re the best to smoke with. Plus,” Eddie settling back against his bed with a grin, “Serves you right for bustin’ out the daisy dukes all the time.” Eddie snorts, but there’s something bitter to it when he adds, “Sixty degrees outside and you’re mooning the whole trailer park like it’s summer break. Real Ms. Michelle Pfeifer of you.”
“I like these shorts, Eddie,” you flip him the bird and throw in some wet eyes, putting on the bratty girl act that always makes him chuckle cause, in his words, 'you're too metal to play the innocent card.’ And while Eddie doesn’t laugh, he does flash you a dashing grin that’s so wide his cheeks dimple into trenches. It almost makes his sweet, chocolate orbs look devilish—almost.  “Yeah, well… everyone likes those shorts, sweetheart,” he says offhanded, grabbing another beer for himself, eyes suddenly averted to his lap.
You frown, looking down at your other outstretched leg laying across his chip-crumbed floor; it’s bare to the upper thigh, your foot shoved in a red high top. Nothing to go all ham over, you think, rolling your leg by the ankle to watch the muscles flex beneath a curvy layer of fat.
“Dude,” you suddenly blurt, kicking his outer thigh with your converse, “I’ve literally worn these all through highschool and you’re bitching about them now? Besides, if memory serves, you were the one who cut them for me in the first place.”
“Yeah,” he groans, rolling his eyes, “… and that was freshman year and you outgrew them two years back. Time for a new pair.”
You grab your beer and drop your other leg back down, taking a sip before resting the chilly bottom on your thigh. 
“They totally still fit. And I’ve never heard you complain about them… well, except that one night with that bartender at The Hideout. Jesus, do you remember how he-“
“Ugh, don’t fucking remind me.” Eddie’s nose scrunches up, looking grossed out before chugging half his freshly popped beer in a few swallows. “Barry better fire that fucking creep. Should have heard the shit he was talking about you… never wanted to cold-cock someone so bad. Pretty sure Gareth had a goddamn aneruysm.”
You perk up, not all that surprised by Gareth getting pissy, what with his short fuse and all, but there’s something violent to Eddie’s words. Plus the half-empty beer can starts to dent in his fist, a little clue to what might have been said and how he feels about it even now. Things like this have been happening more and more—the whole possessive or protect vibe. Honestly, it’s hard to tell, but you know Eddie doesn’t like it when you get hit on, especially when you go on dates…
With a swallow and another sip of beer, you venture to ask, “Like what? Uh, what did he say about me?”
Eddie’s face pinches. He glares into the corner of his room, looking pensive, then scoffs. 
“Nothing. Doesn’t matter. Never mind,” he mutters, taking another swig that has his adam’s apple bobbing. He finishes his beer quickly and crushes it with a grunt. It gets tossed to the corner near an overflowing trash can of crumpled up paper and chip bags with an air of defeat that makes your chest tighten.
You eye him quietly, then blush when he looks over, gaze starting at your knees, skimming up your thighs, stomach, chest and finally meeting your eyes. He clears his throat, looks away for a second, swallows, then looks back and asks, “Anything catch your eye, sweetheart?” 
Yes, you think, growing hot again, much like the last half-dozen times you and Eddie have done your monthly weekend hangout. You look down, tracing a few cassettes, then peak up at him beneath your lashes. He’s looking between your legs, but the trajectory of his gaze is further up than the pile of tapes. You try not to blush any harder—try not to let it get under your skin—because he’s already three beers in and sometimes his eyes wander when he’s tipsy. It can’t be helped, you reason. You’re a girl and he’s a guy. Even if you’re both best friends and nothing more, it's totally… normal… and nothing to look into or obsess over or question or…
“Umm, let’s try…” you pick up the naked tape with the sharpied-pentagram, “… this creepy fucker. Kinda lookslooks like someone jizzed on it.” 
You force a casual grin and wag your eyebrows. “Maybe we’ll raise the dead and you’ll end up fighting off hot zombie chicks.”
Eddie finally grins, snatching the tape out of your hand. “If they’re as hot as Trash, then I’d rather fuck than fight.”
“Gross, Munson. Think of the STDs.”
“Sex is hotter when there’s risk involved, princess.” 
“Yeaaah,” you force a good-natured smirk, “you’d probably get your dick bitten off, though.”
Eddie chuckles, and knocks the side of your knee with his reebok. “Are you saying you’re worried about my dick again?” 
“No,” you lie, and not well judging by the wrinkle between Eddie’s brows.
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Fašiangy
The period from the Three Kings to Ash Wednesday is called Fašiangy. Fašiangy was and still is one of the merriest times of the year. It is a symbol of joy, abundance and merriment. Folk festivities, hog-killing time and weddings were frequent during this period.
During the carnivals, the main foods eaten were slaughterhouse specialities, doughnuts, fánky and other rich dishes. A typical custom of the carnival period was a procession in masks through the village. The masks often depicted various animals. The parade was exuberant, accompanied by singing and dancing. At the same time, various contributions were collected from the people, mainly sausages, bacon, smoked meat, eggs and money. During the parade, the song was sung: Fašiangy, Turíce, Easter is coming, who does not have a fur coat, it will be cold for him. I don't have one, I'm just shivering, give me bacon, let me feed myself. They didn't give us any there, these will give us some, they killed a mosquito, they've got bacon.
Nowadays we can come across different names for the last three days of carnival. That the carnival season is coming to an end is indicated by names such as Ostatky, Končiny, or carnival finale.
There is a long tradition of carnival celebrations in Bohemia and Slovakia, which can be documented by written records dating back to the 13th century. In these, you can read that it was a folk entertainment which various moralists actively tried to suppress. However, they never succeeded in disrupting the popular tradition, because it was a feast attended by all people, from the poorest to the rulers of the day.
Although the carnival period practically started after the Three Kings Day, today we know as carnivals the Slovak traditions that took place during the last three days, i.e. from Carnival Sunday to Carnival Tuesday, or just before it.
Preparations for the Carnival celebrations traditionally began on the Thursday before Carnival Sunday. During this day, everything that was subsequently needed was prepared, such as the traditional home slaughter of the pig in the village. Since superstition had it that people should eat and drink as much as possible on this day in order to be strong for the whole of the following year, it was called Fat Thursday or also Tučniak.
The main celebrations began on Shrove Sunday, which was always marked by fun, dancing, feasting and general merriment. It was therefore sometimes referred to as Dance Sunday, with the idle feasts organised by women being particularly popular. The latter paid for musicians and a tavern so that they could have the entertainment to themselves. Smoked ham was cooked in every house as early as Saturday. During the last days of the carnival it was on every table.
Of course, there was also dancing on carnival Monday. Unlike the previous day, however, this time one of the popular carnival customs was the men's balls, which were only for married people, so the unmarried flock had no access to them. At these balls, there was a lot of jumping up and down while dancing, because people believed that as high as a peasant woman jumped up, so high would her corn, flax or hemp grow the following year, for example.
The climax of the carnival celebrations, feasting and general merriment was the annual Carnival Tuesday, when a traditional Fašiangy procession made its way through the village or town. People in all sorts of masks went round the houses, not missing a single one. Everywhere there were stops, singing, playing, dancing and, as there was no shortage of little treats for the masqueraders, everyone drank and tasted whatever they wanted, which made the unruliness of the parade even greater.
In some places the carnival ended at midnight with the "burial of the bass", symbolizing the fact that during the Lenten season the musicians would not play their instruments and for a time the dancing also ended, or even with the burial of the god Bacchus. The next morning, then, greasy rolls with milk or coffee were eaten one last time, but lunch was already strictly Lenten.
Various humorous customs were then (or still are) observed in different regions, which the masqueraders practised as they made their rounds through the village. In some places, people in disguise would burst into houses and chase young girls and local housewives, who then had to be bailed out. Paths were sanded between the lovers' houses and hearts were painted on house gates. Another favourite prank was, amongst other things, taking carts up to the roof and chairs into the pond.
Other traditional masks for carnivals, which featured heavily in carnival processions, apart from the bear, the bad character traits and the jester, included the necessary figures of the chimney sweep with a ladder, the baba with a costume, the assman, the hunters and the haymaster. However, a traditional part of the carnival fun was also the mask of a turoň, an animal that resembled a grey ox. Symbols of fertility include, for example, masks of the groom, the bride and the gypsy woman with a pram. Male fertility was then represented by various animal masks, including a horse, goat, rooster or stork.
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