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weaver-z · 2 years

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Ranking famous slashers (based on how likely they are to be cool with trans people)

(Disclaimer: this is a very silly ironic post for pride month).

Chucky (Child's Play)

In what can only be described as an "absolute hum-dinger" of an opening entry, we have Chucky, the only slasher who has (and explicitly supports) a transgender child. Sure. You know what? Good for him.

2. Ash Williams (The Evil Dead franchise)

"Uhh this guy isn't a slasher!" He has a chainsaw for a hand. He's killed 65+ deadites over the course of four movies and a goofy tv show with said grisly chainsaw hand. I will die on the hill that Ash is a good-aligned slasher. Anyway, Ash would also be happy to learn that trans women being more widely-accepted means there are More Women. He wouldn't even have to have being trans explained to him, he'd get it. He's dealt with so much weird shit, someone wanting to transition is nothing. Hail to the king, baby.

3. Herbert West (Re-Animator)

Herbert West looks so much like one of my trans guy friends in real life that I'm just going to decide that he's trans. My guy was synthesizing HRT in his wacky little lab long before he was filling vials with glowing green goo to raise the dead. He's still ranked lower than Ash, though, because he's kind of cringe in general. Sorry, Herbie baby

4. Bubba Sawyer (The Texas Chainsaw Massacre)

Bubba definitely doesn't care about anyone's gender. He's killing them with chainsaws. That being said, the exceptions to this would occur within his own family. If one of Bubba's brothers came out as trans and you decided to be transphobic, Bubba would definitely cut you into even grislier, gorier little pieces than usual, because he's a bro like that.

5. Jason Voorhees (Friday the 13th)

Jason is a conceptually hilarious character at this point, and between all of the deaths and resurrections and visits to Hell and more deaths and resurrections, he's probably had time enough to come to terms with trans people. He just wants to kill everyone at Crystal Lake, for god's sakes. Let him be. (Also, he fought a transphobe--I will explain this remark later in this post.)

6. Daniel Robitaille (Candyman)

Daniel's been dead for quite a while, so that might be a minor roadblock to his understanding of trans people. That being said, he seemed to navigate the modern world pretty deftly in the original Candyman. You might have to explain transitioning to him a bit, but he'd get the concept pretty quickly. He might still kill you with his hook, though. Sorry.

7. Carrie White (Carrie)

Carrie is in a complicated place, because yes, she was raised in a very sheltered, evangelical environment, but we must consider that she is a girlboss and a girlbeast. My verdict? After an initial period of "not getting it," Carrie would throw herself whole hog into being a trans ally. If you are trans, Carrie will be there to light transphobic people on fire. This is not an offer, it is a statement of intent. Be ready for her arrival.

8. Michael Myers (Halloween)

I think that Michael forgot what gender is a while back.

9. Hannibal Lecter (Silence of the Lambs + other movies)

Uuugh... see, I think that Hannibal would absolutely use the right pronouns and name for a trans person, but he'd definitely ask those really annoying "tell me, Will" style questions about your gender over a plate of definitely-not-human liver and fava beans. "Do you feel as though you are step in step with God Himself when you take your estrogen pills, as though your are joining in the act of divine creation?" No, Hannibal, she is just transitioning. Please chill.

11. Billy Lenz (Black Christmas)

Diversity win and loss: Billy Lenz is the world's first trans-inclusive radical misogynist! :/

12. Billy Loomis and Stu Macher (Scream)

Ghostface fans, I am so sorry, but these are two misogynistic teenage boys from the 90's. I do not have high hopes for them.

13. Freddy Krueger (Nightmare on Elm Street)

This guy is the transphobe Jason fought. Booooo. Tomatoes. I'm throwing tomatoes!

#slashers #horror #movies

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afropearl · 7 months

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fall scent profile series pt 1: cinnamon girl ☕️

description: freshly baked cinnamon rolls with icing, sweet, sugary goodness, the air of a coffee shop during rush hour 🍂

body wash ♡

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scrubs ♡

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moisturizer ♡

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thank you all for reading, if you have any of these products or try them out in the future, let me know what you think of them ! 🍂🍮

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aloysiavirgata · 9 months

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Hi! I'm not sure if you've done this before, but my prompt is: 2023 Mulder and Scully rediscovered an old copy of their Hollywood AD film. Thanks so much!😍

It was the kind of autumn Gothic novels were written for, blustery and orange-gold with purple velvet twilights. The house was creaky with uneven seams that the cold seeped into, left Scully in thick wool socks at breakfast, flannel pajamas at bedtime.

She went to the thrift store after work to hunt for handmade quilts. She liked to rescue them from the sad racks under fluorescent lights, imagined women gossiping and sewing them with fingers as nimble as any surgeon. Remembered how Playtex seamstresses sewed the first space suits with 1/64th of an inch tolerances.

Scully perused the DVD bin as she waited in line, a Rising Sun quilt in shades of blue over her arm. She smiled as she went through them, remembering the times she had seen the films. A Few Good Men, When Harry Met Sally, Gladiator, and…oh.

Christ.

Scully felt her face go hot, glanced around as though anyone were paying attention. She tucked The Lazarus Bowl under the quilt, tossed a twenty on the counter, and fled.

***

Mulder hadn’t really stopped smirking since she came home with it, cracking wise as he assembled a large plate of nachos for them to share.

Scully, angry at herself for this weakness, glared at him from the depths of a laundry-basket quilt in shades of green.

“Should I call Walter?” he asked, settling next to her. “Your main squeeze?”

“Fuck off.”

“How many Hail Marys from Sister Spooky for that?” He hit play.

Scully, visible only as narrowed eyes and a messy bun, watched Téa Leoni sprint across the screen in Manolo Blahniks.

Mulder loaded a chip with refried beans. “Look at her go,” he said with admiration. “You’ve got to be impressed with her commitment to verisimilitude.”

Her onscreen doppelgänger paused to let her bosom heave.

“I would never run in that bra, that would just ruin your neck.”

“Well, that’s why she got paid the big bucks.”

They watched in silence for a while longer, eating, listening to the wind scrape tree branches together over the mortifying dialogue.

“You ever miss it?” Scully asked. She’d be sixty in a few months. Sixty, my god. She was thirty-six when this mess had come out and had been starting to feel past her prime just then.

She’d been a child. An infant.

Mulder made a non-committal noise around a pickled jalapeño. “Sixty-two now, I’d have been punted out 5 years ago anyway.”

“I think the kids say yeeted now,” Scully remarked. “We’d have been yeeted.”

“That’s very lit of you, Scully.”

“I’m hip to the lingo. All the new residents are like…sixteen.”

Gary Shandling waved his gun, made dire threats that violated the Geneva Convention.

“Look at this fucking idiot,” Mulder scowled. “I showed him how to hold the thing, Jesus Christ.”

Scully smirked. “You ever show him whether you dress to the left or the right?”

He grabbed her under the quilt, drew her against him as the windows rattled. “Just you. In the limo, if I recall. God this is a terrible movie.”

“Only on the way back,” she clarified, his hands under her shirt. “I made you buy me dinner first.”

“Always a lady,” he mumbled into her neck. “Though…that was the Bureau card. I guess ol’ Walter bought you dinner and I just reaped the benefits.”

Scully shoved him away.

“Wh-“

“I can’t live this lie any longer, Fox. I’m in love with Associate Producer Walter Skinner.”

#xf fanfic #xfiles fanfic #msr #my fic #prompt #hollywood a.d.#do not even ask me about the new baby i swear to god

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fanficwritingcentral · 3 days

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He who stepped up chap 3 (ao3 link)

Chapter summary: Oh Hyacinthus, Apollo thinks as he looks down from his chariot to see all of his lover's plants wilting, what have you done?

Note: So I just keep having more thoughts about this and I've now decided that Michael found Hyacinthus just after the trails of Apollo ✌️ hope you enjoy it and we'll see if there's a fourth chap lmao.

Have fun 😘✌️

"What has happened to him?" Apollo demanded. The newly reascended god stood in the midst of the Grove of Dodona. "Why haven't I been allowed to see?"

A gentle breeze came through the trees and lightly rustled the leaves and chimes, "there are forces older than thee Phoebus Apollo." The Grove whispered to his ear, "Forces in the deep and dark still with strength to affect your domain."

Apollo's eyes blazed white, "who dares to entrench on my domain? Who dares to withhold him from my sight?" He asked with a voice so deep with fury it shook the ground.

"We cannot say," the Grove whispered.

Wrath Apollo had not felt in millenia built up in side him, yet, before he could burst, the Grove whispered again, "hold Phoebus Apollo, prophecy may be withheld from you regarding your Hyacinthus. However, it is not withheld from us, distant from you and ancient as we are."

The wrath Apollo felt died down as quickly as it came, "what?" He begged, "what have you to say?"

The gentle breeze turned into a strong wind, the rustle of the leaves and clanging of the chimes grew louder and the Grove annouced its prophecy:

"There once was a prince of Sparta,

Who loved the sun like no other.

He lost him in death,

Only to protect the children with one last breath.

All hail the twice dying prince of Sparta."

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"So someone is preventing you from Seeing Hyacinthus?" Rachel said as she paced back and forth in her cave. She was on a short visit to Camp to see how everyone was after their fight with Emperor Nero.

"That's right," Apollo said stilling gracefully on one of her bean bags watching her.

"And we know that Hyacinthus is most likely protecting one of your children and it's taking all of his energy to do so which has then lead to the wilting of every single Hyacinth flower in the world, because he is all of those flowers?"

"Right again," Apollo said tiredly, "usually he doesn't take this much energy to protect them and I always give him a little boost to help but this time I cannot feel his essence at all. When I try to See him there's this block in my mind that I can't get past so I can't even see which child of mine he's protecting either." He then got up and began to pace as well, "And now the only thing that remains of the man I love is disappearing because he is destroying himself to save my child. And I cannot See where he is!" He shouted in frustration with his hands fisted in his glorious hair and did his best to keep his divine power within his form as to not hurt Rachel.

"There is... something," Rachel said, after a moment, "something I can feel or hear, I don't know, but it started when you came out of the woods and it's just felt louder and more forceful as our talk has gone on and I can't ignore it anymore." Rachel then dropped down to a bean bag, pressing her hands against her head and began to moan.

Apollo quickly went over to Rachel, "let it out," he said with a gentle rub on her shoulder, "it'll only hurt more to keep it in."

Rachel then looked up at Apollo with glowing green eyes and said with a deep voice unlike her own "begged on bended knee, victories belovèd will show the way."

With the sentence complete whatever held Rachel released her and she began to gasp in air. Apollo continued to rub her shoulder in comfort and used a bit of his power to help her calm down easier.

"Victories belovèd? What does than even mean, it doesn't make sense, how do victories love anything?" Rachel said once she calmed down.

"No," Apollo said as he starred down at a little shoot of a plant in front of them that had just broken through the hard floor of the cave, "it makes sense, it didn't mean victories as in many victories, it meant literal Victory."

"Apollo?"

"Victory's belovèd," he whispered and brushed a finger against the tiny leaf of the little Laurel shoot, "I know where to go."

He looked back up at Rachel, "tell my children nothing of this, not until I return."

"But, Apollo, we can hel-"

"Nothing, Rachel." Apollo said as he starred down at his Oracle, "this is a matter that I will deal with. I will not foster this onto my children or anyone else."

Rachel swallowed and bowed her head, "I understand, Lord Apollo."

Apollo nodded and disappeared from the cave and went to a place he had sworn he would never return to.

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Deep within an ancient forest in Greece, Apollo appeared. He walked through the woods that had been untouched by mortals for millenia. As it should be, given that he was the one to hide it from them.

Apollo walked under the warmth of his sun until he came upon a great tree he had only ever seen once. A great Laurel tree.

"Daphne," he called out, "what has happened to him."

Barely a second passed before a translucent visage of a beautiful Nymph that his divine heart still skipped a beat for, came out from the trunk of the tree.

"He came to me for help," she said, " he protects your son somewhere dark and dangerous, and he can't hold for much longer."

Apollo closed his eyes and dropped his head, oh beautiful, beautiful Hyacinthus, he thought, what I would give to hold you once more. And a son Hyacinthus protects, but which son? He could account for all of them. Which son of his needed saving?

"Will you help me find them?" He asked quietly as thoughts of all his living children raced through his mind.

The second she took to respond felt like an age, "Yes," she said and Apollo's head shot up in surprise, "yes I will."

"You will?" He asked.

"Why are you so surprised? You wouldn't have come if you thought I'd do nothing."

"You're right, ' Victory's belovèd will show the way', my oracle told me, yet I didn't want to hope."

"Victory's belovèd, hmm," she said, "he Named me that you know, when he called on me for help. I am not too sure I like still being thought of belonging to a god, nothing good ever comes out of it. But," she paused and starred straight into his eyes, "I much rather be beloved of Victory than of you, Apollo."

Apollo felt a sharp pain in his chest and nodded once, "I understand."

Daphne's face tilted to the side, "You do, don't you?"

"I do," he confirmed.

She hummed and then nodded to the ground where a small Laurel tree had just grown, "take that with you," she said, "I will lead the way."

Apollo waved a hand and picked up a pot that now held the plant, "Thank you, Daphne."

Daphne said nothing and turned back into her tree and disappeared.

The plant in Apollo's hands rustled without wind and a voice came into his mind, "head to the nearest cave," Daphne told him.

Apollo disappeared and reappeared at the mouth of the closest cave. A glitter of light sparked in the corner of his eye and looking to the side he saw Δ shining against the dark stone. He touched the symbol and a dark doorway opened, "go in," Daphne told him as she rustled in his hands, and without a thought Apollo walked into the darkness of the Labyrinth ready to save Hyacinthus and his son.

#pjo #the trials of apollo #apollo #apollo x hyacinthus #hyacinthus #daphne #rachel dare #fanfic #fanfiction #ao3

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aurora-daily · 1 year

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Though angelic pop anomaly Aurora hails from Norway, it can feel like she was beamed here from another planet, an alternate universe, or at the very least, another time. A superstar with an otherworldly aesthetic, a special bond with nature and millions of followers on Instagram, Aurora is so enigmatic, decoding her is an almost impossible task. Still, we cannot help but try

Aurora is sitting in her bedroom, drinking a dark liquid from an elaborate chalice. “This is cola, by the way, not wine,” she clarifies, giggling. The Norwegian artist’s signature viking-meets-anime haircut frames her angelic face, which fills my screen. Behind her, beaded vintage purses and a dramatic silver gown cascade from the wall. Also in frame: a cabinet full of teas and spices and a picture of what appears to be Mary and baby Jesus.

Aurora is six minutes late, which she is profoundly apologetic for. She had been on top of a mountain in the rain and had to blow-dry her trademark cut before meeting with me. “It’s such lovely weather today. Really small raindrops from the sky,” she says. It’s fortuitous that she likes the rain; Aurora, born Aurora Aksnes, lives in Bergen, the rainiest place on Earth. It also happens to be the birthplace of the majority of Norway’s musical talent – DJ-producers Kygo and Alan Walker, electronic duo Röyksopp, even groundbreaking composer Edvard Grieg all hail from the city.

But Aurora’s story begins on the west coast of Norway, in a village next to the Lysefjord, also known as the Fjord of Light. “A lot of nature, a lot of forest, and little people,” she says. “So I grew up quite sheltered.” A self-described introvert, Aurora spent more time as a child within her own imagination than she ever did in school. She did, however, find a great companion in nature, spending hours walking in the forests close to her home. “Nature, she belongs to all of us. And she offers so much tranquillity and peace and silence,” she says, noting that these days we tend to get “very affected by so many worthless things”. “Nature offers some peace. It doesn’t matter who you are when you’re in the forest.”

After coming across her older sister Miranda’s piano in the attic at just six years old, Aurora started writing music . As she explains it, it was her calling because she felt that she’d never heard a perfect song. At nine, she started to write lyrics in English, and at sixteen, after a video of her singing went viral online, she quit school, and went on her first tour. At 20, she released her debut album All My Demons Greeting Me As A Friend, launching an international career. The record features the song “Runaway”, which, despite being six years old, has enjoyed a recent resurgence via TikTok. Today it has more than 500 million streams on Spotify.

This year, at 26, Aurora released her latest album, The Gods We Can Touch, to critical acclaim. While one would certainly identify Aurora as a pop star, she is hardly mainstream. Her music reflects her ethereal essence, somehow embodying the fjords and the mountains around which she grew up. Characterised by dreamy harmonies, her sound both transcends space and time and is rooted firmly in the modern internet pop landscape. Perhaps it ’s this dichotomy that allows her music to live both in the world of Disney’s Frozen II and in the popular video game Assassin’s Creed.

Though Aurora doesn’t recall much from her childhood, aside from “the things I was dreaming about and thinking about”, she does fondly remember her cat, Septimus. It’s the same name she’s given all of her pets – to her mind they’re all the same creature, reincarnated again and again. “To deal with pets dying, it was good for me. I was a sensitive little bean,” she says.

I reveal that I have a pet dog named Doggy, who is nearly 15 years old. As soon as I mention him, Aurora starts to cry, tapping into my impending heartbreak. These days she doesn’t have a pet herself – the lifestyle of an internationally touring pop star doesn’t suit animal companionship. She has, however, made a connection with a crow in the park next to her home. Aurora brings him shiny things, and he brings her gifts sometimes, too.

In addition to Septimus, Aurora also found companionship in her two older sisters, Viktoria and Miranda. She says they are among the few people who understand her, granting her the space and freedom to be herself. “I was very disconnected from people as a child,” she says. “I learned to love most people in my life when I grew up and understood what the essence of family is, and love, and coexisting. Because I was really overwhelmed by just learning to exist in myself as a human.”

Today, Aurora and her sisters are not only best friends, but close collaborators; Viktoria is a stylist and costume designer and Miranda is a hair and makeup artist. The sibling trio collaborated on our editorial. Later, I ask Viktoria over text message what it’s like to work with her superstar sister. “She knows when to leave it to me, and I know when to shut up and do what she wants even though it kills my pride or ego,” she says, adding that Aurora is a “very relaxed boss”. Even over text message, the sisterly bond is apparent – Viktoria signs off with a plant leaf emoji.

“I hate the fashion industry,” Aurora boldly declares when we start to discuss her eight-year long collaboration with Viktoria. “Fashion is important to me – it’s art, and it’s beautiful – but I hate the sad, hidden part of it. It’s so un-transparent and secretive.” Rather than wear items with a nebulous history, she prefers to ask Viktoria to make her clothes. Sometimes she explains her vision, sometimes they draw up designs together. “It’s very loose and free,” she says.

A conversation with Aurora can spontaneously divert to musings on space and time, philosophy, and the human condition. It strikes me that she could have become anything she wanted, but she says she quickly settled single-mindedly on music. “I understood the importance of music quite early, and I connected it in my mind with nature,” she says. “Music is a way to pool what nature is for our souls into something we can hold in our hands, and kind of shape it into something more comprehensible.” Aurora speaks of nature and music as if they are an extension of herself or a language that she speaks fluently. As the thoughts tumble out, the cogs in my mind shift as I try to keep up.

The music she was exposed to early – Bob Dylan, Leonard Cohen, Enya – is a sanctuary for Aurora. These artists offer both a means to self-understanding and a portal for escape. “My brain has sometimes been a good thing and sometimes been a bad thing. It depends on what situation,” she says. “Since I became an artist, it’s always been my goal to offer the same kind of escape.”

Perhaps unsurprisingly, Aurora is not one to focus on the superficial or mundane. “It doesn’t matter if you get likes or if you’re one centimetre skinnier in your arms. Or if you have a pimple on your forehead. We know it doesn’t matter, but we still let it affect us so much,” she says (for the record, Aurora gets many likes – she has 2.3 million Instagram followers). Instead, she spends her free time studying big ideas: our perception of time, reincarnation and the meaning of life.

Aurora has a charming habit of pointing out concepts she doesn’t understand, as if she’s an alien observing human behaviour. Take, for instance, the way in which we tend to view our lives in a linear series of events - engagement, marriage, children. She chuckles and says that she doesn’t grasp any of it. “I always think of life as me being here, and then life just happens around me all the time and you’re in the middle of the now, which you always own. The now is always yours,” she says, gesturing her hands around her in a circular motion.

“Life is just all a round us, all the time. And we capture the right things sometimes, the right people and the right moments and opportunities.” She pauses to stare out her window towards the mountains, cloudy skies, and miniature raindrops she loves so much, adding, “Earth is my favourite place I’ve been in my life.”

[VOGUE SCANDINAVIA]

#submission #thank you so much for such a great submission wow #aurora #aurora aksnes #interviews

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artzychic27 · 1 year

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This goes out to @msweebyness !

*Manon glitches into the Royals Room as they are going about their business. Kagami, Kim, and Marinette are chatting, Nathaniel is sleeping on the couch, Myléne is conversing with a songbird, Zoé is plucking leaves out of Jess’ hair, Rose is reading, Marc is talking with Jean, Ondine is combing her hair with a fork, Alya is doing her makeup, Adrien is brushing his hair, Austin T is sitting on his magic carpet and polishing a lamp, and Mireille is lounging on her rock. They notice Manon and gasp*

Manon: Uh… Hi?

*The Royals go on the defense, grabbing their weapons. Kagami loads an arrow in her bow, Marinette and Kim draw their swords, Rose weaponizes her book, Ondine points her fork at her, Adrien grabs his iron pan, Jess readies her staff, Austin T hits his lamp against the palm of his hand, Marc conjures up an ice beast, Mireille shifts into her lion form, Alya raises her rolling pin, Zoé shatters her glass slipper into a fine point, Jean puts his fists up, and Nathaniel and Myléne get ready to sic the woodland animals on her*

Manon: Whoa! Whoa, ladies, gents! I can explain. *She pushes Zoé’s slipper away from her face* See, I’m a Royal, too.

Jean: Wait, what?

Manon: Yeah! Princess Manon Marmalade Von Schweetz. Of the, uh, Sugar Rush Von Schweetzes. I’m sure you’ve heard of us. It’d be embarrassing for you if you haven’t.

Jess: Huh. What kind of a Royal are you?

Manon: What kind?

Adrien: *Grabbing bundles of his hair* Do you have magic hair?

Manon: No.

Marc: *Creating snowflakes* Magic hands?

Manon: No.

Zoé: *As Jess pets a raccoon and Austin T cuddles with a tiger while she holds up baby birds* Do animals talk to you?

Manon: No.

Myléne: *Holds up a poisoned apple* Were you poisoned?

Manon: No!

Alya/Nathaniel/Jean: Cursed? *Nathaniel collapses to the floor, Alya turns into a frog, and Jean turns into a llama*

Manon: Oh, God! No!

Kim/Mireille: Were you stripped of your title?

Manon: No! What? No!

Adrien/Rose: Kidnapped or enslaved?

Manon: No! Are you guys okay? Should I call the police?

Ondine: Then I have to assume you made a deal with an underwater sea witch where she took your voice in exchange for a pair of human legs?

Manon: No! Good Lord, who would do that?

Myléne: Have you ever had True Love’s Kiss?

Nathaniel: *Wakes up; yawns* So romantic.

Manon: Ew! Barf!

Austin T: *Kisses Alya and Jean, turning them back into humans* Do you have daddy issues?

Jess: Aaw!

Kim: Poor thing!

Manon: I don’t even have a mom!

Austin T/Myléne/Jean/Marc/Rose/Jess/Zoé/Ondine: Neither do we!

Adrien: And now for the million-dollar question. Do people assume all your problems got solved because a big strong man showed up?

Manon: Yes! What is up with that?!

Royals: She is a Royal!

Myléne: *Vocalizes*

Zoé: *Inspecting Manon’s hoodie* Who made your gown? I’ve never seen anything quite like it.

Manon: Oh, this old thing?

Zoé: Oh, I’d so love to have one of my own.

Nathaniel: As would I!

Jess: Me too!

Marc: That is so cool!

Adrien: Best outfit ever!

Ondine: Ooh! I want one, too, you guys!

Kim: I need one now!

Zoé: I’ll get my mice on this.

*Later*

Zoé: *Collapses on a bean bag chair wearing blue loungewear* So this is love. All hail Princess Manon, the queen of comfy!

Royals: *Cheering*

Ondine: Of all the thingamabobs in this entire world… I never thought I’d get to wear a real… What’s it called again? Oh yeah. Shirt. *Spotlight shines on her; Singing* I once had a dream that I might wear a shirt~

Manon: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Wait! What’s going on?

Austin T: Uh, she’s singing.

Manon: Yeah, but there was like music, and a spotlight. Wait, you all saw it too, right?

Alya: That’s what happens when a princess-

Nathaniel: Or prince.

Kim: Or demigod.

Jess: Or chief’s daughter.

Jean: Or emperor.

Alya: Sings about their dreams.

Manon: Oh, that’s never happened to me. I mean, not even once.

Adrien: Why don’t you give it a try?

Mireille: Yeah. What is it you really want? Sing about that.

Manon: Okay. Uh, sure. Huh. I could do that. Um, let’s see. *Clears throat; sings* Oh, steering wheel. Oh, steering wheel~

*Jess’ raccoon shrieks*

Manon: Oh yeah, I want a steering wheel.

Rose: … *Closes her book* Well… There is a lot to unpack here.

Nathaniel: Mmm-hmm.

Rose: So, this steering wheel you sing of, that’s a metaphor?

Manon: Oh, no, it’s not a metaphor. I just… I literally want a steering wheel. I think the issue is I was a little pitchy.

Marinette: Maybe a little. But sometimes, your song can’t start until you go someplace to reflect.

Jess: What works for some of us is finding a form of water and staring at it.

Manon: … What?

Myléne: Oh, yes, I like to stare at a wishing well!

Jean: I stare at my palace.

Marinette: Anyreflective surface.

Zoé: Soap bubbles.

Alya: An old rundown building.

Nathaniel: A beautiful forest.

Marc: The icy mountains.

Manon: Wait, you’re saying if I just stare at some water-

Ondine: Uh, important water.

Manon: Right. Of course. “Important water.” I stare at the important water and somehow magically I’ll start singing about my dream?

Adrien: For sure.

Alya: Mmm-hmm.

Manon: Yeah, I don’t think so, guys. But thanks.

*Knock at the door. Max enters while riding on Markov*

Max: Five minutes, Royals. Another “Which DuPont Royal Are You?” quizlet starts in five minutes.

Royals: *Groan*

Austin T: Okay, thank you.

Alya: Well, I guess it’s back to the gowns and suits, guys.

Nathaniel: It was lovely to meet you, Manon.

Rose: And best of luck finding your song.

Kagami: *In a thick accent* I wish you a long and prosperous life, and I hope you come back soon!

Manon: … Uh-huh. *Whispering* What did she just say?

Alya: We don’t know.

Jean: We can’t understand her.

Marc: She’s from the other studio.

Manon: Ah.

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous #Adrien Agreste #lê chiến kim #max kanté #Zoé Lee #Ondine #nathaniel kurtzberg #marc anciel #marinette dupain cheng #kagami tsuguri #Jean duparc #alya césaire #rose lavillant #Myléne haprele #Jess

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paperwayne · 2 years

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worldy things.

50 Wordless Ways to Say “I Love You” ➡ 21. Sharing your umbrella with them in the rain.

Pairing: Titans!Rachel Roth x Reader

Word Count: 1,232 words

Warning: Religious themes

Rachel tries to make herself invisible at church.

Churches are houses of God, after all – and whatever she is housing, it is the opposite of holy, restless in her legs, itching anxiously in her chest as she sits in the pew and lets the sermon scrape the inside of her damned skull; but she stays, if only for Mom, who plunges herself into religious routine like it’s the only thing that can save them.

(So far, no luck.)

“Want some gum?”

“Sure.”

But even if church turns out to be a bunch of baloney (she banishes this thought immediately just in case it’s not), Rachel is still glad that you’re here.

Most of the members avoid talking to her. Just like the last church, they had said hello for the first attendance, eyes raking over her black clothes and black nail polish and purple hair, and figured that she was another poor, devil-worshipping teenager –

(We’re so glad you’re joining us today

We’re so glad to be here)

– and even now, Raven forces a smile as uncertainty and pity crawls from their hands to hers when she shakes them at the church door. And hey, it’s better than what she gets at school, but pity doesn’t make her feel like any less of a freak.

“… I have some Snickers, too,” you whisper as the speaker continues, pulling a handful of candy out of your pocket. “Want some?”

Rachel holds out a hand. You press one Snickers Minis into her palm out of sight of Mom, looking straight ahead during the deal. Mischief and boredom and friendliness spark underneath her skin at the contact. She squeezes her fingers around the chocolate (it’s an ‘R’), pleased, and stuffs it into her bag for later.

The sermon goes on. She keeps quiet again, listening as best she can; the preacher has a kind aura but talks for way too long, and she only grasps some of his points before getting swept up in boredom again. The verses for today are easy to understand, anyway. (If only the message translated better in real life.)

“Love is patient, love is kind …”

Rachel glances to the side, through the window. The world outside is gray and dim – it’s going to rain.

Mom didn’t bring an umbrella.

By the time the postlude starts playing, the gum is tough and flavorless between her teeth. You lead Rachel out of the sanctuary when your mom starts talking to someone and her mom goes to talk to the pastor.

“Let’s go outside.”

“Are you sure? It’s pretty bad out there.”

Finger guns. “Brought an umbrella.”

You disappear into the coatroom, then pop back out with said umbrella, and the two of you push the doors open to the thick, sharp sound of rain bursting against concrete.

Rachel does not mind the rain too much. In fact, she usually likes it so long as it’s not thundering badly. A harsh storm, raindrops sharp, air heavy and fresh – it’s probably the closest thing she’s ever felt to true peace. Purity.

Up goes the umbrella. Out into the rain go you and Rachel.

“Whoo,” you say. “It feels like hail.”

“Hell?”

“Hail,” you enunciate with a snort. “Rain is, like, the opposite of hell.”

Your tennis shoes are already soaked, and so are the edges of your pants. Rachel had always wondered why you only dressed halfway for church, pairing a nice, ironed shirt and khakis with those old, scuffed-up shoes, but she’s figured that it’s not important enough to ask. The soles of her own shoes are pretty worn too.

When you make your way to your family’s car, you ask if she’s coming over for lunch.

“I don’t know,” Rachel replies, though she’s been craving your mom’s layered three-bean dip for the past week. “I haven’t done the geometry homework yet.”

“It’s just lunch. You can go home to work on it after.”

She raises an eyebrow. “You won’t make me stay until your mom has to kick me out?”

“What? Me? Never.”

You laugh, the umbrella slipping in your hand. Rachel grabs the handle before it falls, and her grip is right above yours, so that the coldness of your skin comes with the flash of amusement and fondness that prickles her nerves like a bad shock. She withdraws.

“So, yay or nay, Rachel?”

“I’ll ask my mom.”

Rachel catches the tail end of your slow, thoughtful nod, and she folds her arms around herself as a rain-laden breeze passes underneath the umbrella.

“She doesn’t like me, does she?”

You say it so matter-of-factly, Rachel can’t help but wince. “She just doesn’t know you like I do,” she counters honestly.

“Aww.” You grin, but it’s a little smaller than usual. “Is it because I tried to talk to you during prayer?”

Rachel shrugs, looking at the puddle at her feet. That had been an issue, but only a minor one. Mom doesn’t like you because you have a weird knack for nailing issues on the head, while Mom would rather say that everything was okay until they are. But talking about that will bring up a whole load of things that you probably shouldn’t know about.

“I’ll come over for lunch,” Rachel says. “Don’t worry.”

Looking over your shoulder, you nudge her and dig your free hand into your pocket. “Hey, who said I was worrying about anything?”

You worry about a lot of things.

“Rachel.” The sound of Mom’s voice through the rain makes Rachel’s head snap up. “There you are. Are you ready to go?”

“Yeah. I mean, actually”—Rachel gestures to you hopefully—“um, can I ride with my friend to have lunch at their house?”

“You can come too, Ms. R,” you pitch in. “My mom always makes too much food.”

Mom looks very reluctant. She has her purse over her head for cover from the rain. It does a poor job. She glances over you and then at Rachel, who puts on her best, pleading look.

After a few moments of standing in the rain, she finally acquiesces. “Well, alright. Thank you for inviting Rachel for lunch. I can pick her up at three.”

“Sweet! Thanks, Ms. R.”

(Maybe ‘Ms. R’ is a bit too casual.)

“Thanks, Mom,” Rachel says, stepping out from the umbrella for just a brief second to hug her. “Uh … you should get to the car. Your clothes are getting really wet.”

“I’ve noticed,” Mom tells her resignedly. “You have fun, sweetheart. Stay safe. Be good. Call me if you need anything.”

Rachel nods quickly. “Mhmm.”

As Mom hurries off, heels clicking, you suck in a breath. “Yeah, she definitely doesn’t like me.”

“She’s glad I have a friend, at least.”

“So we are friends! I knew I could get you with junk food. You had that kinda vibe.”

Cheeks warming at your teasing coo, Rachel rolls her eyes. “Thanks.”

As your mom comes out of the church, umbrella-less just like Rachel’s and slightly irritated because of it, you turn to Rachel.

“Mario Kart after lunch?”

“Only if you want to lose.”

The car’s headlights flash, and you open the passenger door. “Ooh, okay, I see how it is. Now I’m definitely gonna beat you.”

Rachel shakes her head, slipping into the backseat. You follow soon after, folding up the umbrella and shaking it out.

“I’d like to see you try.”

#wordless ways to say i love you #source: @50-item-writing-prompts #rachel roth #raven #rachel roth x reader #raven x reader #titans #titans imagine #dc #dc fanfic #dc imagine #reader insert #friendship #romance ??#fanfic #*slaps roof of fanfic* this bad boy can fit so much symbolism in it #and very badly lol #tw religious themes #tw religion

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branzycrafted · 2 years

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CERTIFIED CLOWNPIERCE FICTIVE PLAYLIST(TM)!!

Aka @clownpierced's playlist :D Cause mine was before this one and I did both of ours fhfjjs

Again!! Not all the songs are on Spotify and some might be specific versions so that's why there's also the YouTube one with all of the proper songs

(And yeah we have like most of these songs in common but y'know)

[Spotify playlist]

[YouTube playlist]

Tracklist:

1. Dr. Sunshine Is Dead (Will Wood)

2. Thermodynamic Lawyer Esq, G.F.D. (Will Wood)

3. BlackBoxWarrior - OKULTRA (Will Wood)

4. Ruler Of Everything (Tally Hall)

5. & (Tally Hall)

6. Turn Off The Lights (P!ATD)

7. A Gorey Demise (Creature Feature)

8. ENTER: A BEGINNER'S GUIDE TO FAKING YOUR DEATH (Jhariah)

9. DEBT COLLECTOR (Jhariah)

10. Whose Eye Is It Anyway??? (Jhariah)

11. BAD LUCK! (Jhariah)

12. Flight Of The Crows (Jhariah)

13. Punk Tactics (Joey Valence & Brae)

14. Bad Romance (Halestorm)

15. Bitches (MSI)

16. Blame (Bastille)

17. Blood // Water (grandson)

18. Left Behind (DAGames)

19. Break My Mind (DAGames)

20. Just Gold (Caleb Hyles)

21. I Got No Time (CG5)

22. Control (Social Repose cover/mashup ver.)

23. Darkside (Neoni)

24. Brittle Bones Nicky (Rare Americans)

25. DESTROYA (MCR)

26. Everybody Likes You (Lemon Demon)

27. My Ordinary Life (The Living Tombstone)

28. Everybody Loves Me (OneRepublic)

29. Are You Satisfied? (MARINA)

30. brutal (Olivia Rodrigo)

31. Ballad Of The Lonely Hearts (BVB)

32. Achilles Come Down (Gang Of Youths)

33. Dysphoric (Cavetown)

34. Goodbye (Bo Burnham)

35. Body (Mother Mother)

36. Freak Show (SIO)

37. Gasoline (Halsey)

38. Goodbye, My Danish Sweetheart (Mitski)

39. Sweet Hibiscus Tea (Penelope Scott)

40. Little Lion Man (Mumford & Sons)

41. No Children (The Mountain Goats)

42. Mr. Brightside (The Killers)

43. My Alcoholic Friends (The Dresdin Dolls)

44. New Americana (Halsey)

45. Nobody's Hero (BVB)

46. Told Ya So (Get Scared)

47. Sarcasm (Get Scared)

48. Hail To The King (Avenged Sevenfold)

49. Requiem (Avenged Sevenfold)

50. Hokus Pokus (ICP)

51. My Axe (ICP)

52. Spy? (WHOKILLEDXIX)

53. I Can't Decide (The Scissor Sisters)

54. Killer (The Ready Set)

55. Fighter (Jack Stauber)

56. Teen Idle (MARINA)

57. Enemy (Imagine Dragons)

58. Honey I'm Home (Ghost and Pals)

59. Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger (Daft Punk)

60. The Horror And The Wild (The Amazing Devil)

61. Farewell Wanderlust (The Amazing Devil)

62. Liar Liar (Burn In Hell) (The Used)

63. Prisoner (James Arthur)

64. Renegades (X Ambassadors)

65. Resurrect The Sun (BVB)

66. Revived (Derivakat)

67. Casino Royale (Derivakat)

68. Scotty Doesn't Know (Lustra)

69. Bitchboy (The Oozes)

70. Fuck Away The Pain (Divide The Day)

71. Royals (Lorde)

72. Dear Diary, (BMTH)

73. Parasite Eve (BMTH)

74. Crucify Me (BMTH)

75. Alligator Blood (BMTH)

76. The Fox And The Wolf (BMTH)

77. sugar honey ice & tea (BMTH)

78. Welcome To The Black Parade (MCR)

79. Centuries (FOB)

80. Uma Thurman (FOB)

81. w.a.m.s. (FOB)

82. 20 Dollar Nosebleed (FOB)

83. West Coast Smoker (FOB)

84. Build God, Then We'll Talk (P!ATD)

85. Don't Threaten Me With A Good Time (P!ATD)

86. Emperor's New Clothes (P!ATD)

87. Lying Is The Most Fun A Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off (P!ATD)

88. There's A Good Reason These Tables Are Numbered Honey, You Just Haven't Thought Of It Yet (P!ATD)

89. Victorious (P!ATD)

90. Bleed Magic (IDKHOW)

91. Absinthe (IDKHOW)

92. We Both Reached For The Gun (Chicago)

93. Combat Carousel (Nombra101)

94. ClownPierce's Theme (Nombra101)

95. Born To Win (Nombra101)

96. NOW'S YOUR CHANCE TO BE A (Tobt Fox)

97. Hello Kitty (Jazmin Bean)

98. ECHO (Crusher-P)

99. Karma (VocaCircus)

100. KING (Kanaria)

101. Mary On A Cross (Ghost)

102. Running Up That Hill (Loveless)

103. Blow My Brains Out (Tikkle Me)

104. Hayloft (Mother Mother)

105. Hayloft II (Mother Mother)

106. World's Smallest Violin (AJR)

107. Burn The House Down (AJR)

108. Bang! (AJR)

109. Eleanor Rigby (Remastered 2015) (The Beatles)

110. King For A Day (PTV)

111. Black Cat (Never Shout Never)

112. Thnks fr th Mmrs (FOB)

113. Ancient History (SIO)

114. Devil Town (Cavetown)

115. Love Like You (Caleb Hyles & Ashe cover)

116. Sweater Weather (The Neighborhood)

117. Strawberry Blond (Mitski)

118. My Demons (STARSET)

119. Lock Me Up (The Cab)

120. Teeth (5SOS)

121. Tear In My Heart (TOP)

122. Partners In Crime (SIO)

123. Save Yourself, I'll Hold Them Back (MCR)

124. The Last Of The Real Ones (FOB)

125. Wolf In Sheep's Clothing (SIO)

126. You're Gonna Go Far, Kid (The Offspring)

127. Angel With A Shotgun (The Cab)

128. Icarus (Bastille)

129. Crazy = Genius (P!ATD)

130. Fear & Delight (The Correspondents)

131. Starkiller (Bear Ghost)

132. Paper Planes (M.I.A.)

133. Do It All The Time (IDKHOW)

134. Devil I Know (Allie X)

135. Royalty (Connor Maynard)

136. Looking Like This (Lyre Le Temps)

137. Build Our Machine (DAGames)

138. The Devil's Swing (Fandroid & Caleb Hyles)

139. Kiss Me (Jazzotron vs Jamie Berry)

140. Swagger Stagger (Lucas Pittman)

#Bonking Pierce with a stick he'll reblog this #[''roll the dice!'' | 🎲.txt]#long post #Love how it's just my playlist with a few extra songs and minus the casino music and electro swing with some exceptions

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wineninconsistentices · 4 months

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𝚆𝙸𝙽𝚂𝚃𝙾𝙽 "𝙼𝙾𝙾𝚂𝙴" 𝙶𝚁𝙴𝙴𝚁

RAGHH, I CAN'T WAIT TO ROLEPLAY WITH HIM IF HE'S ACCEPTED.

── 🫀:: 𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌 ☠︵ . .

┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄╮

▸ 关于我 . . . ❀︵︵ ↴

"You can't be serious? Wait, you're serious? Oh, my god! You're a maniac, nope. Stay away from me- What, no! Why would I be afraid of something so foolish and miniscule? Stop it! Get that damn thing away from me before you no longer have a hand to traumatize me with."

𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐒 ▸

「 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 」

Winston "Moose" Greer

「 𝐀𝐆𝐄 」

27, August 20th, 1996.

「 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑」

Male

「 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐒 」

He/Him

「 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐍𝐒 」

Hanging from his shoulder, an M4 Semi-automatic Rifle. As for melee, a hammer and 8in hunting knife.

「 𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐒 」

In the midst of the apocalypse, Moose's years of hunting experience have proven invaluable. His knack for tracking game allows him to locate scarce food sources in the desolate landscape, reading the subtle signs left behind by animals. His mastery of stealth helps him move undetected through dangerous territories, minimizing the risk of encounters with hostile survivors or predatory creatures.

Moose's expertise in weapon handling ensures he can defend himself and secure vital resources when necessary, adapting to the harsh realities of the post-apocalyptic world. His knowledge of field dressing and butchering allows him to make the most of any successful hunts, efficiently processing meat for sustenance. With a keen eye for setting traps and snares, he maximizes his chances of catching elusive prey even when supplies are scarce.

Moose's survival skills, encompassing shelter-building, fire-starting, water sourcing, and identifying edible plants, enable him to navigate the unforgiving environment and sustain himself amidst the ruins. Above all, his patience and determination drive him forward, keeping his spirits high in the face of adversity.

┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄╮

▸ 关于我 . . . ❀︵︵ ↴

𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 「 𝐎𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋 」 ▸

「 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 」

His wardrobe exhibits a range of styles, although his preference leans towards sweaters, flannel shirts, black tank tops, and attire featuring camouflage patterns. He gravitates towards darker hues when it comes to his clothing choices. As for his typical outfit, it includes a dark green camouflage raincoat, complemented by a pair of dark olive green pants. Completing the ensemble are black combat boots that provide both durability and style. Notably, he always wears a black gas mask, concealing his face, which he never removes.

「 𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 」

6'0

「 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐒 」

One on his wrist, and another on his throat.

「 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐒 」

A couple that trail down his torso and arms, he has a pretty thick and rigged one near his throat.

「 𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐒 」

None

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▸ 关于我 . . . ❀︵︵ ↴

𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐑𝐀 「 𝐎𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋 」 ▸

Bear's template and short base info!

「 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐊 」

Two duffel bags, as two are better than one. Still a pain in the ass to carry though. -M

▸ In one duffle bag Moose keeps clothing, rags, and a towel. For food he has two cans of almonds and dried fruit, beef jerky, a few granola bars (Four), and lastly two cans of beans. Next a few packs of batteries, a canteen which he stole from some guy he was with a week after the outbreak. Then a journal, marker, and compass. Matches, Ferro rod, and three books. Lastly, a multi-tool and walkie talkie.

▸ Two boxes of ammunition (Google did not help me identify what so I'll just say ammunition, correct me if I'm horribly wrong.), dressing kit, practically empty med kit, maglite, duck tape, Bear's leash, some basic tools.

「 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 」

Moose originally hails from Virginia, where he was born and raised. Prior to his relocation to New York for law school and his pursuit of a career as an attorney, he spent his formative years working alongside his father on various household tasks. His father, hoping that Moose would follow in his footsteps, introduced him to hunting at the age of twelve, and they continued hunting together until he turned nineteen. This provided Moose with eight years of hunting experience, although if you were to discount the first two years, it would be more accurate to say he had six years of specific experience.

Upon his arrival in the bustling city, Moose was thrust into a rigorous routine of studying and working towards his goal of becoming a lawyer. Ultimately, his efforts paid off, as he successfully graduated and even secured a position at a prestigious law firm. Although the demands of his profession were exhausting, Moose found fulfillment in his work.

Two years later, the outbreak occurred, thrusting him into the struggle for survival. Despite the expected challenges, Moose embraces the difficulty and has managed to find some enjoyment in his solitary existence thus far. Well, not entirely alone — he has Bear. The loyal German Shepherd whom Moose discovered early in the apocalypse. The dog had a sprained leg, and Moose did his best to care for him. Over time, a strong bond formed between them, and Bear has been his faithful companion ever since.

「 𝐆𝐎𝐀𝐋𝐒 」

"Mmh, who knows. I've been planning to make my way back home, not to be gloomy but it isn't unexpected for most of the people I care about to be dead by now or well undead. Though you never know, I'll probably clear up the place, say goodbye for old time sakes and then head up North. But truthfully I can't decide that, I guess we'll just have to see where everything takes me."

「 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐒 」

You'll find out once you meet him, he does really like tea though.

「 𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘 」

Pansexual/Demiromantic

「 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐆𝐄 」

"I guess I am quite lonely even with Bear, but I'm not a big romantic or well not really looking for something romantic at the moment. I do enjoy intimacy though, platonic or not. Any of it just brings comfort."

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connors-chocolate-history-blog · 5 months

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Introduction: The Origins of Chocolate

Hello. This blog will focus on the history of chocolate.

The history of chocolate is a bit like Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory: charming and colorful on the surface but dark and unsettling once you peel back the layers. Most people don’t want to think about colonialism, genocide, slavery, exploitation, pollution, or corporate greed when they break off a piece of that Kit-Kat bar, but Western society’s chocolate habit has always been at the expense of poorer nations.

We must begin by discussing where chocolate came from: Mesoamerica. Below is a Maya chocolate pot, found in a king's tomb in Guatemala.

All alone I sing to him who is my god. In the place of light and heat, in the place of the world, the cacao has flowered, is frothing, and the drink, that inebriates with flowers. I breathe it in, my heart savors it, my heart is inebriated, in truth my heart knows it: Hail redness of rubber collar! fresh and fiery, you light your garland of flowers, O mother! Sweet, delicious mother, precious flower of roast corn, you only offer yourself, you shall be abandoned, you shall have to depart, you shall remain unfleshed. Here you have come, before the princes, you, marvelous creation, inviting to pleasure. On the mat of blue and yellow feathers here you are set up. Precious flower of roast corn, you only offer yourself you shall be abandoned, you shall have to depart, you shall remain unfleshed. [...] The cacao in flower is already frothing, the flower of tobacco is shared out. My heart if it wished would be inebriated... “All Alone, I Sing” Tlaltecatzin of Cuauhchinanco. Translated by Timothy Ades

Let this poem set the tone.

Chocolate began in ancient Mesoamerica. It was discovered by the Olmecs, refined by the Maya who first called it Cacao, and then given to the Mexica (or Aztecs) who gave it the name "chocolate". Ancient Maya, Aztec and Olmecs created chocolate plantations and were the first to ferment, roast and grind the beans into a powder or paste. And while we associate chocolate with desserts, the Mesomarericans used it as a spice and a drink. The Aztecs named the drink Xocatl, which is where we get the word "chocolate" from. As a drink, cacao was enjoyed by the upper classes of their society, a symbol of wealth and power linking them to the Gods. It was an important part of culture in Mesoamerican society, with the plant playing a significant role in mythology, religion, culture and commerce. They considered it the “tree of life”, and the cacao beverage to be the “food of the Gods”--something sacred to be protected, not a cheap mass-produced snack product the way we view it today. Cacao beans were used as currency and as a tax paid to the government–a 1545 document written in the Nahutl language of the in the Aztec empire shows that the daily wage of an Aztec porter was 100 cacao seeds, a turkey was worth 200 seeds, and a tamale from a street vendor was worth one seed. They were often given as gifts to celebrate births, marriages and initiations into society. Thanks to a funerary bowl discovered in southern Belize, we know that cacao beans were sometimes even buried with dead bodies to guarantee safe passage into the afterlife, much like how ancient Greeks would bury their dead with coins to give to Charon.

Rather than a commodity to be bought and sold, the Mesoamericans viewed chocolate as something more than that. It was food, it was currency, and it was sacred, representing power, wealth, and their Gods. This would change once the Spanish Empire made contact with the Mexica, and discovered the mysterious brown bean that would eventually change the world forever…

#chocolate #history of chocolate.

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tropical-starlight · 9 months

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Fish Moon lore: The Enerikan empire

(uh warning real quick this is gonna cover some stuff about biological sex, nothing straight up sexual but if that makes you uncomfortable that's ok! /info) (also long post go brrrrr) Enerikans are one of the many different sentient species of the fish moon universe. they hail from enerikeinn, a weirdly shaped planet which is uh...how do i put this lightly...it got eaten. but lets go back before that happened huh? enerikans are quite tall. ranging from about 7-8 ft tall naturally as adults. enerikans bare resemblances to both mammalians and insectoids, they all posses 6 limbs (4 arms and 2 legs) their ears can vary in size and position but they are always pointy. they have long antennae which can be used in communication, finding food, and in rare cases intimidation. these antennae have some form of pointy shape floating at the ends of them (triangles, stars, hexagons, etc..). they have paw beans and (usually) have only 4 fingers. enerikans also (typically) have 4 ears.

unlike humans, enerikans dont have the same number of sexes we do. their sexes are male, female, xyerte, and klorue. xyerte are biologically both male and female and can both fertilize eggs and lay eggs at the same time. klorue are the exact opposite and are biologically agender, while they are unable to lay eggs nor fertilize them, they have the unique features of large pouches and horns, traits not found on the other sexes, many family groups will have a close klorue friend become a 3rd parent to protect the children due to these unique traits (lemonade is trans masc and was assigned as xyerte at birth) along with klorue's unique horns and pouches, the other sexes also have forms of sexual dimorphism as follows: -afab enerikans: have 6 ears instead of 4 -amab enerikans: have 5 fingers instead of the typical 4. slightly shorter tails than normal. -axab enerikians (assigned xyerte at birth): only have 2 ears instead of the typical 4. also their tails are longer (also intersex enerikans DO in fact exist! they usually have a mix of the different sexes, such as having 5 fingers while having only 2 ears for example)

most creatures need 4 things to survive: food, drink, air, and warmth. however enerikans need a 5th thing to live, energy. in order to live, enerikans must consume their specific energy type or else they will get extremely sick or worse, die. the energy-types include kinetic, potential, solar, electric, and the rarest type, radiation. energy-type is usually based off genetics and environmental factors. enerikans can also use any spare energy they have in their bodies as a weapon or for other purposes (such as holograms, shields, platforms, etc) in order to feed, enerikans can either consume their specific energy straight from the source or eat something imbued with that energy. whilst lunar energy (AKA magic) is a form of energy, for some reason its impossible for enerikans to have it as a energy type potential enerikans arguably have it the easiest. they just need to stay still with their mouth open. kinetic enerikans also have it pretty easy, they gotta move around to consume. they can also eat food that's currently in motion but that's a bit harder solars got a couple options. they can just sit down in the sunlight with their mouth open (yes it looks as dumb as it sounds). they can also eat sun-imbued food (food that's been sitting out in the sunlight but that's kinda gross if you think about it). they can also eat actual feathers from the sun (i'm saying feathers cuz suns are made from the sun god's feathers in this universe), but that's REALLY dangerous. i think im gonna have to make a second part to this post cuz the editor is starting to get kinda glitchy lmao i'll link it here once its done srry DX

#fish moon #the lorebrary #worldbuilding

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I’ve compiled a collection of resources for anyone that’s interested in Catholicism, I have tried as best as I can to ensure that all resources linked are free. When it comes to books, I would recommend checking in with your local library or local Catholic Church. I’ve tried to cover main aspects that people interested in Catholicism are likely to want to check out, whilst also hopefully not being overwhelming.

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Bible resources:

Bible Gateway [Online Bible Resource]

Bible [iOS App] / Bible [Android App]

The Bible in a Year (with Fr. Mike Schmitz) [Podcast]

Bible Translations Guide [Article]

What Were the Criteria for Determining Which Books Belong in the Bible? [Video, with transcript]

Did the Early Christians Subscribe to Sola Scriptura? [Article]

Bible Study Tools You Can Start Using Right Now [Video]

How Do You Pray with the Bible? [Video]

How to Read and Understand the Whole Bible

Agape Bible Study [Free Online Bible Studies]

Prayer:

The Power of Prayer [Video]

Tips for Staying Focused in Prayer [Video]

How You Can Start Praying Regularly (feat. Danielle Bean) [Video]

The Essentials: Basic Catholic Prayers [Article]

7 Catholic Prayers to Memorize (Besides The Our Father, Hail Mary & Glory Be) [Video]

Prayer 101: How to Start Talking to God [Article]

Laudate [iOS app] / Laudate [Android App]

How to Pray the Rosary [Article]

Daily Prayer for Beginners [Article]

Tips for Praying [Video

Understanding the Mass:

iBreviary [iOS App] / iBreviary [Android App]

How the Mass Finds Its Roots in the Bible [Video]

Online Sunday Mass videos with Ascension Presents [Videos]

Complete Catholic Mass For Beginners - Step by Holy Step (Novus Ordo) [Video]

Explaining the Faith - The Mass Explained [Video]

The Mass: Structure and Meaning [Article]

A Walk Through the Mass: A Step-by-Step Explanation [PDF]

The Ultimate Simple Guide to Catholic Mass [Article]

The Lamb's Supper : The Mass as Heaven on Earth by Scott Hahn [Book, multiple formats]

The Eucharist throughout history: A timeline [Article]

The Seven Sacraments of the Catholic Church

Introduction to the Seven Sacraments [Article]

How To Explain The 7 Sacraments Without Boring Your Children [Article]

The Seven Sacraments [Video]

Sacraments of the Catholic Church [article]

Sacraments and Sacramentals [Article]

The Seven Sacraments Instituted by Jesus Christ [Article]

Are The Catholic 7 Sacraments Biblical | The Catholic Talk Show [Video]

The Seven Sacraments [Article]

Experience the power of the Sacraments [Video]

How to become Catholic:

Becoming a Catholic [Article]

How to Become a Catholic [Article]

How Does Someone Become Catholic? [Video]

Why Be Catholic and Not Just Christian? [Video]

How to become Catholic in 5 Steps [Video]

How to Become Catholic - Where to Start [Video]

Seven tips for new Catholics, from one convert to another [Article]

How to Join the Catholic Church / Insight into RCIA [Article]

Thinking of Becoming a Catholic? [Article]

Rome Sweet Home: Our Journey to Catholicism by Scott and Kimberley Hahn [Book, multiple formats]

Books

Catholicism: A Journey to the Heart of the Faith by Bishop Robert Barron [Book, multiple formats]

10 Great Books for Catholic Converts [Article]

A Comprehensive Book Guide For The Beginning Catholic Apologist [Article]

TOP 20 MOST CATHOLIC Books to Read!!! [video]

Books Suggestions for Anyone New to Catholicism [video]

Best Catholic Books! (Best Catholic books for learning your faith) [Video]

Verbum [iOS App] / Verbum [Android App]

My Catholic Life! Series [Books, multiple formats]

The Confessions of Saint Augustine [Book, article format]

“Story of a Soul” – by Saint Thérèse of Lisieux [Book, article format]

Miscellaneous Resources

Get These Apps! My Top 5 Catholic Apps For Your Phone | Preview Included [video]

TOP Catholic phone apps! Magnificat, Laudate, Vatican, Hallow etc. [Video]

HOW TO BECOME CATHOLIC: WHAT TO READ & RESEARCH!! [video]

10 Free places to learn about the Catholic faith [article]

Catholic [website]

CATHOLIC SOCIAL TEACHING 101 VIDEOS AND MATERIALS [Videos and handouts]

The Teachings of the Early Church [PDF]

Aletia [Website]

Catholicism: Faith, Resources, & Practices [Website]

Isolated but not alone: resources for Catholics [Article]

Now, there is certainly a lot more to Catholicism than what I’ve linked here. But this should hopefully serve as a good introductory guide. God bless you on your journey!

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