#bla markers

[madderruz]

I really appreciate people who write big long analysis posts about media because 1) I have a very bad sense of memory and a weird way of ingesting media so even if it's a concept I understood subconsciously while I was watching/reading, having another person put it into words helps me remember and gives me a deeper appreciation and 2) anyone who writes analysis posts is already 10 times more articulate than I am

#matts markers #i have a bit of a headache so hopefully thid post makes sense #it might be the most normal observation in te world but whatever #i dont really. like. Think in my viewings of stories hdndbdjckv or well its more like #i accept the parameters a story gives me and dont really think beyond it #so ill think more about the in-world reasons and explanations or character thought process #and less about like. the thematic or metaphorical meaning of a story or part of it #which is what i mean when i say people who Do think about those things and describe them i am so thankful for #not that i couldnt analyze stories in that way im just not as well equipped as others #and also i like to hear other peoples interpretations of things #bla bla bla another long matt ramble

[shallowseeker]

Shal SPN meta masterpost

(The thought of labeling my unhinged ramblings as "essays" or "meta" honestly gives me hives.) But well. After a year, I'm still here, and I am making and updating this (A) to happily re-visit my thoughts for my own enjoyment and (B) to add to my pinned post.

MY META:

==Most Liked==

Dean, Cas, and sharing pockets

Jack's nephilim eyesight triggering Dean's germ anxiety

== Roles, Identity, Careers, Class ==

Performing Dean, the AV Club, and Jack as varsity MVP

Even when Chuck "humiliates" Castiel, Dean still likes him

Cas + "dad material"

Anna and the angelic non-integration of her own emotions

Are angels terrified of fathering Nephilim?

Jack is not part of a traditional, cookie-cutter nuclear family. That's the WHOLE POINT

Nazi Cas, and the implications for Jimmy Novak

Beware the validity of Cupid in My Bloody Valentine

== Core traits ==

Dean + I don't deserve happiness

Cas + shabby angel of the Lord

Lucifer + cognitive empathy

Lucifer...doesn't really rib Cas that hard about his feelings for Dean

Dean's guilt and emotions make him LOOK guiltier than other characters

Dean + ashamed of being alive

== Symbols ==

Castiel's coat of arms - When Cas dons the overcoat, he hijacks the narrative

Dean, the Cupid, and the insidious motive to demoralize his faith in ever finding "True Love"

Searching for a rainbow + forbidden love is forbidden

Jack ate the world: foreshadowing gods eating souls + nephilim lore

Cas died on a beach! + Jack's place of birth was specifically the famously doomed Washaway Beach

==Car meta ==

Cas + cars (!)

The pimpmobile as a marker of Cas's unsettled identity

The truck is the mark of a family protector and Sam loves little blue cars teehee

Family cars + protecting the ones you love

==Pop culture, music, media ==

Head canon that Dean buried Cas by a windmill, but it’s because he and Cas have had deep conversations about Animal House.

Jack + Dean + hyperfixations on music

==Grief ==

The familial murder of the mother, the blaming of absent father, and the symbolic death of a child in 14x18 Absence

Dean looks around for Cas after he prays in 13x01

Smiting Belphegor made Jack's death real

Harper Sayles and the romanticized first love

How Jack & Dean wanted to look ahead in Optimism and fail at doing it when Jack dies just two episodes later

==TFW dynamics ==

Dean's family was willing to sacrifice him, and that gets overlooked (from an ask)

Dean's Farewell Tour + Avoiding Cas - part 1

TFW are messy disaster parents and I dig it

When Dean killed Belphegor, it was about Rowena, but it was ALSO about [OMITTED]

Cas + resilience + repeat existential crises

Dean & Cas + Covert Communication in 15x09

Claire & Jack are uneasy around each other at best; actively dislike each other at worst

== Breakdowns ==

Jack's best memory was in 13x06; some notes about the scene

Oh, my GOD, Cas. Dean was so stupidly worried about you, you dumbass. (12x17-12x19)

Season 11-12 Lucifer + war + rejection + Jack -> the thing that will give his life new meaning

== Script talk ==

Like a baby lion is proud of his kill, Jack overkills Nick with graphic, brutal efficiency in SPN 14x17 Game Night

The mission before all else + Mary's trust in Jack in 14x17 Game Night

Dean & Cas in season 15: doomed by too much faith in each other?

== Unpopular and/or controversial opinions ==

Dean would never say I Love You to ANYONE in those circumstances.

How Dean and Cas lost the thread of free will in SPN season 15

The incest jokes and innuendos are primarily about class disrespect

The argument that Cas has no parental authority over Jack (and Sam and Dean do)...doesn't hold up

Ben is not's Dean's son. Full stop.

Heaven is a war machine

Endverse Cas + The Nephilim-making Strategy

-> Contrarian takes:

Purgatory isn’t pure in the *good* sense; it’s a suicide trap and a black-and-white, unthinking world (long)

Cas actually DID check out naked Hannah (very long)

Cas has good reason to need forgiveness during the divorce arc...he is not blameless (long)

Does Chuck's female coding carry ill intent?

==Finale metas==

What if Dean dying on the rebar was an accidental manifestation of Chuck!God!Amara!Jack’s latent feelings? (long)

Searchin' for a rainbow + Cas's death + forbidden love (long)

== Funny thoughts ==

Jack + typewriter

Lebanon inhabitants + TFW fake jobs

Jack & Dean + nephilim eyesight + GERMS

Ketch, the father

Sam wigged out when Eileen didn't leave and note and Dean deserved to say things about it - lol

Cas is SO old, y'all

Dean hate-watches Gone with the Wind

Dean doesn't "feel more deeply than anyone," you FOOL

Dean/Cas are that unsettling, unhinged couple who looks absolutely demented when they kiss

== Random ideas ==

What if Cas's Enochian rib carvings affected Cas's abilities to hear Sam and Dean's prayers?

== SPNwin ==

There’s a lot of merit in being anti-destiny, anti-soulmate, anti-chosen-one, anti-Cupid, anti-mirrors/anti-parallels. (long)

Natural crisis points built into The Winchesters character arcs (long)

To be updated.

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(Text Attributions// Supernatural scripts here via @spnscripthunt. Transcripts are located here via SPNWiki. Visit their Tumblr to donate.)

#for pinned post

[ennaku-sirri-da]

Not One, but Two Baby Bitches

[ ID: Traditional art showing a crossover between the games Faith and Smile For Me.

The first four are of Michael Davies and Pabit(puppet Habit). They are uncolored and drawn on lined paper.

The first shows Pabit pissed off and barfing teeth with the text in allcaps,’Epic Teeth Barf’ while Michael laughs and mocks him with the text in allcaps,’’You know nothing pendejo!’’

The second is Michael puppeteering Pabit and making him say things. Pabit says, ‘’bla bla Frick jesus bla bla’’. MIchael amusedly says, ‘’ Say Fuck’’ and Pabit replies with a pointed,’’no’’.

The third is Michael smiling, crawling on all fours, while Pabit sits atop him and throws his hands up enjoying himself. He says, ‘’corn-age’’ while Michael says, text in allcaps, ‘’Carnage’’.

The fourth is Michael sitting upright, cross-legged, tears escaping his face as he gives a small smile, saying,’’I feel like a child again’’. Another sketch shows Pabit with Michael’s tears on him, looking confounded and a little scared. He thinks, ‘’I don’t understand...this feeling..?’’

The fifth is a sketch by my friend Mika done in pencil and scribbled over with yellow marker in way of coloring. In here Pabit, Michael and Amy Martin are hanging out and wearing flower crowns. Amy hugs Michael with her regular hands and hugs Pabit, holding him up in the air, with the demonic hand from her face. end ID]

----------talk under the cut!

@askpabit​ this was inspired by your AU and a conversation with my friend Mika!! The last drawing is by her : ) (smiley emote)

We agreed Michael and Pabit could bond over being bastardous children (\affectionate) and kind of...lost? Like Pabit is being put into this whole new everyday life he’s not coping with much, and Michael had to undergo being exorcised which is a turmoil-filled experience as well. I think they both would need lots of time to adjust to peace. Possibly difficult father figures with Garcia and Habit? Also hating John Ward and Flower Kid LMFAO;

 Michael does the Big Swears which Pabit is horrified yet intrigued by because I feel like Pabit’s more a ‘’Dookie head!!’’ kind of boy when cussing FK out

I think they’d piss each other off a lot though but eventually be begrudging kind-of friends

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Also it really gets me that they’re both just kids, in a difficult life. Did you know that if you pause Michael’s animations, you can get an easter egg where he holds his head and shakes it, looking uncomfortable? I see that as him fighting his demon. I think having a toy friend like Pabit could help him.

Here’s a jokey (that one Toy Story song but they’re a little fucked up TM) that I did:

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And when she was lonely

I was there to comfort her

And I knew that she loved me

So the years went by

I stayed the same

But she began to drift away

I was left alone

Still I waited for the day

When she'd say, "CARNAGE!" (Plain text: Carnage!)

They try pranking each other all the time.

Michael loves to crawl out of fuck nowhere and jumpscare Pabit 

[ ID: a GIF where two small cats wave their tails and look at each other before one jumps the other down to the floor. end ID]

Pabit does the like

[ ID: a GIF where a bunch of dolls creepily walk slow on their own, passing by someone who stands up and looks in surprised fear, folding away the paper they were reading. end ID]

..towards Michael but it just makes the binch laugh a ton

They prank John and Amy together sometimes absolutely

[ ID: Official art where a muscular Michael  sneaks up behind an obliviously smiling John. The Martin house is in the BG. ]

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Emotions are hard for both.

They just. Hang out for some reason and keep doing it. They make each other feel something familiar but they don’t know what it is, yet they lean into it anyway.

Being cared about, etc...;w;(crying smiling emote) found family!! Pabit begrudgingly admits that he wouldn’t steal all of Michael’s teeth if he had any...maybe a bicuspid or two though- Pfff its his way of saying he cares

Amy is their joint big sister who cleans up their messes.

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Michael eats a guy in chapter 2 so maybe he’s gross sometimes by bringing pieces of that stuff to show affection. Like a cat bringing you a dead rat but its Human Pieces TM. I’ll say hes gotten better at not murdering them and only tears off itty bits or something 

Hes improving!! Amy’s so proud of him. Him and Pabit trade bits and teeth. Maybe Michael’s really careful one day and brings Pabit teeth from someone. 

Pabit tries to act nonchalant but hes actually super flattered(and a little confused). He eats them slowly and gives Michael a full review about it 

Offers constructive criticism on how to extract them without getting as much of the gums left over. He shares those with Michael. Dude does that uh

[ ID: GIF where a gray sprite runs like its dancing. It looks goofy. end ID]

Celebration dance.

Amy doesn’t get any😔(pensive emoji) but she watches those two playing fondly.

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Amy’s like...older and went through a ton of shit so I bet Michael doesn’t get whats going on with her a lot. He tries to cheer her up using Pabit. They make cool bone and tendon bracelets for her face arm and she’s grossed out but will put up with it this time. Maybe she shows them how to make flower bracelets instead next time LOL

They’re all together in the fields with flower crowns🥺(pleading emoji). Michael feels something wet on his face and he’s like, ‘’Whats this?’’ Pabits like, ‘’That’s tears stupid’’

They tell Amy she looks very pretty with all her new accessories!! She is happy to hear it! She hugs them with her regular hand and her face hand somehow.

John is like ‘’shouldnt we exorcise those three?(unsure) ‘’

and Father Garcia is like ‘’nah hijo let those bitches live’‘(Pats John on the back)

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‘‘Don’t make them feel alone twice.’‘

#askpabit #pabit #dr habit #michael davies #amy martin #faith game #faith the unholy trinity #s4m #my art #au #s4m au #mikas art #fanart #crossover #this is mostly based on my guesses of your AU Pabits character from what we saw so far! So sorry if anythings inaccurate! #gif

[everhoods]

sorry sorry anyone can like music bla bla but what were u two blue eyed blonde rich white girls doing at the punk show 😭😭😭 u litterally gave me 70$ markers on a whim and then dumped me when I became too mentally ill and I couldn't be ur dog anymore. But yeah. Bounce up and down to KMS by Hearteyes. They really sing ur life don't they

#fave #This is actually just a concealed advertisement for Hearteyes (/hearteyes707 on insta) listen to them NOWWWWWW #Actually I'm gonna cross post this to Instagram stir the pot a lil bit #If ur my mutual u can ask for it it has my face and MORE IMPORTANTLY my takes on local drama #Also my takes on people I hate at school and more live updates

[maddest-scientist-ms]

Pity me, dear reader, for I have fallen to the misfortune the writers and painters of the capital call "The Artist's block", or something like that kinda similar but not quite.

As I'm the kind of artist who usually use visual medium, drawing and shit, I am suffering quite a bit from being unable to express myself due to loss of my tablet. And I don't have any like solid alternatives cause all my material for just regular paper drawing like pencils and markers and even paper ran out over the years of using tablet as I wasn't buying new one's, and at the moment I don't really feel like shopping for new material.

So, I've decided to try myself in writing. I mean I do want to make stories and not just disconnected pictures, so I would've need to get to it sooner or later anyway, and now is such a possibility, I've got time from drawing, nothing to do, and boy how many settings and ideas do I have.

But here's a problem.

I don't have any like characters or stories, I only have world building and multiple settings, but nothing to do there. I've got SCP-ish supernatural universe, sci-fi universe, fantasy universe, comedic fantasy universe, I've got universe of a towering town of inhuman monsters created by an angry god, yade yade bla bla bla, but like I've got all these awesome worlds but not a story to tell and I dunno what to do.

And so I'm sitting here, looking at a page describing a child exiting the old Soviet appartment building, and realize that I have no idea how to make like a good coherent story about eldritch horrors out of it and at the end of the evening nothing gets done.

And this sucks and I don't like it, so if anyone knows any advice that would be very much appreciated.

#art #writing #writing advice #looking for ideas #looking for advice #artist block

[speedyposts]

Armed group kills 10 in Pakistan’s restive Khyber Pakhtunkhwa region

At least 10 policemen have been killed in an attack in northern Pakistan as violence mounts in the run-up to national elections.

Police reported on Monday that attackers had targeted a police station in Khyber Pakhtunkhwa’s Dera Ismail district with heavy weapons. Alongside the 10 people killed, at least six others were injured.

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Police said that they have cordoned off the area and launched a search operation to hunt down the attackers.

Tehreek-e-Taliban Pakistan (TPJ) issued a statement claiming responsibility for the attack. The armed group is believed to be an offshoot of the outlawed Pakistani Taliban (TTP), which, seeking to overthrow the government and establish strict religious law, has targeted the state and its institutions for years. Dera Ismail Khan is a former TTP stronghold.

The remote northwestern region of Khyber Pakhtunkhwa has witnessed a rise in violence as Pakistan’s 128 million voters prepare for February 8 elections.

Rehan Zaib Khan, an independent candidate, and four aides were shot dead in the province’s Bajur district on January 31.

In December, the TPJ claimed responsibility for an attack in Tehsil Daraban during which a suicide bomber detonated an explosive-laden vehicle outside a police station. The attack killed at least 23 troops and wounded 32.

Last month, at least 101 people were killed when a suicide bomber targeted a mosque in the regional capital Peshawar.

Violence has been mounting across Pakistan as the vote approaches.

Security threats are also rife in the southwestern region of Balochistan, where the outlawed Balochistan Liberation Army (BLA) – the most prominent of several separatist groups – have stepped up attacks. Last week, at least 15 people were killed when the BLA targeted military and security installations in the city of Mach, 65km (40 miles) south of Balochistan’s capital, Quetta.

Fearing violence during the February 8 ballot, Balochistan’s Information Minister Jan Achakzai announced on Sunday night that the internet service will remain temporarily restricted on election day.

“Ensuring the safety and security of ordinary citizens is of utmost importance, as there is a concern that terrorists may exploit social media platforms such as Facebook, Twitter, and other similar channels for communication purposes,” he wrote in a post on X.

Balochistan, bordering Iran and Afghanistan, is strategically important because of its rich copper, zinc and natural gas reserves. Cities in the province are a constant target of armed groups.

Baloch nationalists initially wanted a share of provincial resources, but later initiated a movement for complete independence.

Abid Hussain in Islamabad contributed to this report.

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[politirapporten]

SPENSTRUP: Østjyllands Politi fremstillede mandag kl. 12.00 en mand på 43 år og en kvinde på 49 år i grundlovsforhør ved Retten i Randers, mistænkt for tyveri af bla. skydevåben. De siges for indbrud af særlig grov beskaffenhed ved søndag omkring middag at have begået indbrud i en villa på Rønneparken i Spentrup, hvor der blev stjålet nogle smykker og kontanter og et våbenskab med skydevåben. Våbenskabet blev efterfølgende fundet ved adressen. Den 43-årige og den 49-årige sigtes ud over indbruddet også for forsøg på besiddelse af skydevåben under særligt skærpende omstændigheder idét, de var i besiddelse af våbenskabet. Søndag kl. 11.52 fik Østjyllands Politi en anmeldelse om, at to personer havde brudt ind på en adresse i Spentrup, og kort efter fik en patrulje øje en bil i området. Da bilisten ikke ville standse, førte det til en eftersættelse ad flere landeveje og gennem mindre byer, inden patruljen mistede bilen af syne omkring Havndal. Lidt senere fandt en anden patrulje bilen holdende på en blind vej i Havndal. En hundepatrulje gik spor på stedet, og politihunden fik hurtigt færten og førte betjentene hen over nogle marker og over et vandløb, inden den fandt den 43-årige og den 49-årige, der lå og gemte sig i et mindre skovstykke. Anklagemyndigheden anmoder om lukkede døre ved grundlovsforhøret, og Østjyllands Politi ønsker derfor p.t. ikke at oplyse yderligere i sagen. Resultatet af grundlovsforhøret er endnu ikke kendt.

[bladedflower]

colors of the rainbow.

red. leather jackets, lollipop, bubblegum, hot chocolate, strawberries, sport cars, badass, chestnut hair, gives 0 fucks about others opinion, heartless, books filled with dark doodles, takes a lot of naps, ripped jeans, webtoon, unabashed flirting, hair flipping, still makes mixtapes, not a good example, brutally honest, irreversible tornadoes, chips, bad habits, knowing what’s wrong with one look, tousled hair, into natural products, doesn’t like when someone calls them cute, walking barefoot on concrete, attempts to avoid all the responsibilities, coca-cola, protective, new ideas, fuzzy blankets, honey brown eyes, horror movies, netflix, can be lazy sometimes, red, sarcastic, lace up boots, classical music, talks in sleep.

orange. has a million interests but bad at managing time, good liar, orange, astrology, outdoors, mischievous looks, friends with everyone, light brown hair, stronger than they think, holding hands at night, has snacks with them for unknown reason, would kill for the people they love, daydreaming, backward hats, unmade beds, loves art, looks mean but is actually very nice, organized playlists, tangled earphones, anime, iced lemonade, climbing trees, skateboarding, middle fingers, sarcastic, curious, wreck this journal, face masks, does yoga on daily basis, photography, dancing in the rain, steel blue eyes, horny 24/7, dried roses, cotton candy, self care guru, bad at cooking, freckles, remembering their dreams, into some kinky shit, interested in science.

yellow. likes picnics & roses, hidden birth marks, being honest, honey, pressed flowers, brown hair, spicy food, loves movie dates, chill but doesn’t take shit, listening to music from someone else’s earphones, sunshine, stuffed toys, doesn’t like loud sounds, cheek kisses, fashion, can be depressed when left alone, takes long walks, watches cartoons, thinks every animal is cute, bags with patches, olive green eyes, texts to ask if ‘u ok’ or ‘had a good day’, cat lover, flowers in their hair, peaceful being, collects & presses flowers, makes friends easily, whispering sweet words to small creatures, yellow, a sweet voice, hates cockroaches, loves the sound of ocean, feeling of sunlight hitting your skin, soft hair, keep tracks of things, never does anything to make anyone feel uncomfortable.

green. very patient, dark brown hair, sugar coated peanuts, vans shoe, self love, reading, clumsy, sarcasm, constant internal screaming, relaxed expression but a storm underneath, good at maths, kiwi, jean jackets, loaded heads & clear eyes, can tear you apart, book piles, early mornings, always mused to little things, soccer, plant parent, pocky, succulents, loves learning new languages, thick, getting into a drama, really good at reading people, has a bad temper if you cross them, stargazing, thoughtful words, charcoal eyes, cute jackets, pretty handwriting, listens to podcasts, green, smart, blooming flowers, balances work, freckled arms, always have good advice, feels like classic music & art, probably has owned the same jacket from last 10 years.

blue. can never make up their mind, not very patient, youngest in group, angel, falls in love easily, shy smiles, carnivals, big sweaters, watches sad movies late at night & then feels super guilty next day, sandy blond hair, hard working, sparkle in their eyes, still a child, fluffy pillows, scented markers, trips a lot, sweet to everyone, blue, addicted to games, freckles, asks a lot of questions, watches cartoon, they either eat everything or forgets to eat, hazel eyes, tries their best, a daydreamer & a night thinker, short as heck, spinning until they’re dizzy, cries easily, stuffed toys, cute, love museums, has a secret, avoiding their problems, can’t sit still, picks fight they can’t finish, is super sweet & soft, overemotional, literally the cutest.

indigo. knows when someone can’t be trusted, black hair, cold feet, feared, black & indigo, sensitive lips, chocolates, milk, mostly wears black, gets depressing thoughts but tries to be happy, sharp eyes, athletic, learning new languages, aces everything, blue eyes, dogs, agnostic, photo albums, focuses on details, kind, car rides, comics, soft aching hands, painting for hours, witty, protective, perfect person to cuddle with, do no harm but take no shit, tattoos, cold from outside soft from inside, piano, broken, clean white walls, extremely loyal, drinking water, headphones blasting music, draws a lot, your comfort person, amazing at sports, middle fingers, great cook, late night showers, laying down on concrete roofs to watch the stars, webtoons.

violet. fluffy pillows, laughs too loudly, wears pj’s anywhere anytime, moon, great cook, easily distracted, well moisturized, sunglasses, stuffed toys, noticed things that most people don’t, eye rolling, wants to stay young forever, takes pics of plants, light brown hair, sipping tea, mixes well with anyone, sarcasm, collects something, beautifully dangerous, bitch, goes with the flow, messy notes, stars, cotton candy, keeps up with trends, tips waiter generously, beautiful, cruising with the top down, grey eyes, sometimes lonely, no bad vibes, scented candles, loves gardening, great with kids, scary when angry, drinking out of painted tea cups, caring, homemade jams, pocket full of wonders.

#ooc ;; out of petals #;; headcanons

[johnnymurtaugh-blog]

Rose from saturday

#rose tattoo #tattoo #blackwork #bla markers #blackwork tattoo #dot tattoo #dotwork #tattoos #tattooing #pointilismtattoo #pointillism #philly #Philadelphia #phillytattoo #Murrt #tattoed girls #girls with tattoos #ink #inked #popular #art #drawing #art nerd #painting #follow

[rosaha12]

Behold vol. 2

#robert draws #mlp #ruining my markers #bla fas #my little pony #blue fast #rainbow dash

[pompadourpink]

Hi! I’m so sorry it’s not a question directly related to French language. I’m going to change my surname this summer, and I want it to be something meaningful (I haven’t found a one yet) because I don’t want to be attached to my abusive father anymore. So, I was wondering if you (and your followers) could give me some recommendations? Thank you from the bottom of my heart! It means a lot to me.

Hello, I'm sure we can find something! Could you maybe send another question and add a few interests of yours? It will make it a lot easier to pick.

If you are into literature and a fan of a specific century, you can check out French Wikipedia and pick an author's name, or look up our architects, actors/actresses or directors from the early years of cinema, opera singers, composers, painters, fashion designers, historical figures, fictional characters, etc.

A few names I find super cool just based on how they sound: Debussy, Méliès, D'Orléans, Chateaubriand, Saint-Vincent, Yourcenar, Renoir, De Scudéry, Beaumarchais, Lautréamont, De Staël, Sévigné, De la Rochefoucault, Fontaine, Lumière, De Navarre, D'Aquitaine, Delacroix, Aragon, Géricault, Balzac.

Another few based on meaning: Lescaut (from Manon Lescaut, my favourite love story), Delcourt (from Nadja - André Breton, a foggy, surrealist love story), Dulac (after Germaine Dulac, one of the first female directors), Valmont (Malkovich's character in Dangerous Liaisons - Choderlos de Laclos, very deep character), De Bazan (after my favourite character in my favourite play, Ruy Blas - Victor Hugo), Villeneuve (the real name of Chris Marker, my favourite director).

But those are personal preferences, you'll have to see for yourself!

Love,

Mum

#ask #malks

[anotherescsite]

The Another ESC Award for the Stupid Balloon in the Sky.

For an explanation of the points process, click on this link.

I don’t want to be mean, but the Spanish entry this year was poor. It’s been said before and there will be people which will say it again. This was the pits.

Last year, the song Universo had potential to be decent for Spain. It had a feeling of grandeur and expense behind it in it’s presentation. I still listen to the song. This year’s entry I would not listen to again, ever. Granted, it was the better of the two songs in their ‘final’ but good grief did this go to a dark place.

It started acapella which could be inspired, but in this case it was not. Blas was dressed quite plainly, and he looked short on stage which i don’t understand. They added the smoke which made him look like he was kneeling. The stage was dark and a moon shape was presented in the background of the stage with a eclipse occurring behind it. Eerie atmosphere probably worked for it.

Now at the second verse point, they attempted to inject some excitement into the song by adding a drum beat and I expected that the song is warming up. Nah. The big inflatable ball hanging from the roof appears at the 1.50 marker  and while it is meant to be the moon, it looks like a solid dome of concrete. It stands over poor Blas like the Godfather while he beats the dead donkey. I’m almost embarrassed for him, but I’m not. 

It makes me angry that this Big country had a year from March 2020 to find Blas a decent entry and instead they found two awful songs. They put this poor man with bad backing vocals and a mediocre staging. They should launch an investigation into where the funds for this entry were spent as they were not present for the three minutes of the song. Unless the entire budget was spent on that ball... 

#another esc award 2021 #spain #blas canto #voy a quedarme #2021 #esc #eurovision #the netherlands #rotterdam

[firemedicdiaz]

Here we are, 9-1-1 Eurovision headcanons that no one asked for.  Just because.

Buck started watching Eurovision on the recommendation of another traveler while bartending in Peru.  At first it was just something to pass the time.  He enjoyed the camp, the spectacle, and the camaraderie he found on social media.

Eventually, it turned into watch parties as he settled into life in LA.  Having found a place for himself with the 118, he decided to try hosting the first one.  Everyone came, even if the first time it was just because Buck had not stopped talking about Eurovision for the month leading up to the event.  They were all a little curious.

Even if they hadn’t all found it as engaging as Buck did, they’d had a good time and agreed to do it again the following year.  2020 had been a flop because of the pandemic, but 2021 had been spectacular.  They’d all been vaccinated, but just to keep extra safe, most of the watch party had happened over Zoom.  They had snacks, drinks, and were sporting accessories for the occasion.

In the wake of the 2021 event, Buck had decided 2022 was going to be a costume party.  The theme would be Eurovision 2021 and they’d all get to dress as their favorite acts.

Buck goes as Jendrik, and everyone has to admit that pink is definitely his color.

Eddie goes as TIX and the outfit is a hit, even if he gets as many laughs as he does compliments.  Chimney’s “you look like a pimp” does not go unacknowledged.

Bobby dresses in the most sensible outfit from the entire lineup and looks about as exciting as anyone expected he would dressed as James Newman.

Athena, on the other hand, kills it as Destiny, in her thigh-high silver boots.  If she and Bobby have to excuse themselves during the intermission to have an adult interlude away from prying eyes, no one says a word.

May would fit right in with the ladies of Efendi, looking fierce and fabulous.

Maddie, Chimney, and baby Jee-Yun (for whom they couldn’t find a sitter in time) come as members of Daði og Gagnamagnið, complete with sweaters emblazoned with pixelated versions of the three of them. 

Chimney wanted to go as Damiano David of Måneskin, but Albert beat him to it.

Hen thinks the whole thing is a bit much, but she comes dressed as a member of The Roop because she’s already got plenty of bright, popping yellows in her closet and they look fantastic on her.

She doesn’t complain one bit, though, when Karen comes dressed in black and silver a la Hurricane.  In fact, Hen might have to rethink her stance on the whole thing after she gets a little too hot and bothered seeing Karen looking so sexy.  At the very least, she’s going to want to bring some leather into rotation in the bedroom.

 Josh reprises Blas Cantó and it’s very sexy of him.

Even Taylor gets in on the fun.  Usually one for dressing up for any occasion, she has to admit that it’s even better getting to lounge around on the couch in pajamas when she dresses up as Victoria.

Carla looks perfect as a mysterious, ethereal forest witch, with a gauzy black dress and soft, green shawl like Go_A’s lead singer.

Chris and Harry wear matching white outfits over black morph suits - the closest they could get to actually looking like Stefania’s backup dancers.  They make an adorable pair and keep everyone entertained with their awesome dance moves.

The biggest shocker of the evening is Sue, who shows up in all black, middle finger painted red with JOIN written across her palm in permanent marker.  Everyone had assumed she was joking when she’d said Blind Channel was her favorite, but no one’s laughing now.  She looks badass.

At the end of the night, there’s glitter everywhere.  The neighbors called in a noise complaint, but the officers Athena met at the door quickly and respectfully took their leave.  The firefam et all quieted down some at that, but the enthusiasm never waned.  

No one so much as thinks of ducking out when Buck says they should do it again next year.

This is all @nurse-buckley​‘s fault.

#9-1-1 #headcanons #firefam

[bigfootmountain]

#cryptozoology #cryptids #bigfoot #bigfootmountain #bigfootsighting #bigfootisreal #bigfootsightings

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Unintentionally Seducing Emotionally Compromised Chameleons: Chapter 2

There were many things that Ilia disliked doing when she’d just woken up in the morning after having arrived to her current place of stay later than planned the day before. Trying to act friendly to the other people in the hideout, for example, was particularly straining on her newly sleep roused brain, so that was one of the first things she shucked out the window during mornings like this. Any greetings or questions she got were exclusively answered with noncommittal grunts as she dragged herself to the White Fang’s most shameful, yet simultaneously sacred relic;

The Schnee-tech industries XXL Turbo coffee maker(TM).

It was only after she had a cup of extra strong black coffee in her hands and she’d taken a few sips of it Ilia finally became able to interact with the rest of the world. Sadly, the first of these interactions would be one that she had dreaded in the back of her mind ever since she got back to base yesterday, and she knew that she couldn’t put it off anymore. Sighing, she threw her head back and swallowed the rest of her coffee in a series of loud gulps, the burning pain rising up in her throat helping to further wake her up. She’d never been a fan of the taste of coffee anyways, only really seeking out the caffeine, so she considered her intake of the liquid rather efficient, happily ignoring the horrified stares from the other White Fang members around her in the kitchen as she put her mug among the rest of the dishes and wandered off to the debriefing room.

Adam Taurus’ seemingly perpetually frowning face appeared on the viewscreen in front of Ilia the moment that she pushed the call button, and he didn’t waste so much as a second before interrogating her like she knew he would.

“You didn’t send any reports yesterday, Ilia,” Adam growled out slowly, his tone as bitingly cold as the featureless expanse of his mask. “I thought I’d made my orders very clear regarding your duties once arriving in Vale, but apparently not. You also chose to not answer any of our calls to your scroll either for some inexplicable reason. Care to explain yourself?”

Ilia winced internally at the venom in his voice, but the sooner she gave her side of the story, the sooner she could get out of here, scolded or not. It helped that she’d somewhat prepared what to say regarding her whereabouts.

“Sir, yesterday’s journey did not go entirely as planned, sadly, and I apologize for my absence. I was attacked by a pair of human scum and dealing with the situation brought unforeseen… consequences, that kept me occupied for far longer than I had anticipated,” Ilia replied carefully, bowing her head. She was doing her best not to lie directly to Adam, merely leaving out certain details that she wasn’t too keen on sharing right about now.

Not while she still felt all tingly with strange emotions from the past day’s events.

Adam regarded her silently, seemingly considering her words, for a moment that went on for longer than Ilia would have liked. Now more than ever, she could recognize how rash or outright stupid her actions could be seen as, even if, to her, they’d felt entirely natural. Something told her that her fellow Fang members wouldn’t exactly agree with her, however, and she felt immense relief when Adam decided to move on from the subject.

“No matter. I can accept your excuses this time, but only if ensure it doesn’t happen again. You’re a valued part of the Fang, Ilia, but that doesn’t make you exempt from being punished for further insubordination,” he said, arms crossing in front of his chest.

Ilia simply nodded in understanding, letting out a breath she hadn’t noticed she’d been holding, before giving her only slightly altered report in full. She regaled him dutifully with all the information she’d been able to gather from people in the city, mundane as most of it was, and only left out one particular individual from her recollection of the previous day’s events. ‘Human interference’ and cleanup of evidence were believable enough ‘complications’ for Adam to instead focus on her new mission briefing. It did not take long for Ilia to zone out during the explanation, however, only paying enough attention to Adam to answer yes or no when needed and to make sure she had at least a passing understanding of what she was meant to do during the coming weeks.

“Humans bad, Faunus good, oppression and suffering, they live in a society, it was time for them to rise up.”

It wasn’t that Ilia didn’t agree with his ideals or opinions about humanity—with the exception of maybe one certain human—but she’d gotten a bit tired of hearing what essentially boiled down to the same speech every single freaking time she got a new assignment. If the White Fang were ever going to be successful as bringers of justice for Faunus everywhere, Adam really needed someone to write some new scripts for him to regale the masses with or risk causing alarming outbreaks of narcolepsy all across the world.

Instead, Ilia found herself thinking back to how Jaune had ‘saved’ her for what had to be the thousandth time since the event itself had taken place. She could still feel the slight spark that had happened when their hands had brushed against one another’s when he’d given her her bag, the memory giving her goosebumps all along her arms. She found herself wishing she could feel it again—feel him again—and for longer than just a split second this time. She envied the orange haired girl he was apparently on a team with, since she seemed to have an all access pass to hugging on clinging to Jaune whenever she wanted.

Though it wasn’t like Jaune was the only target of said girl’s rather enthusiastic affections…

Ilia’s attention was only brought back to the Adam’s visage on the viewscreen when she caught his explanation winding down, and she let out a resounding “Sir, understood, sir!” in response to his questioning look.

“Good. I expect you to not make the same mistake of delivering your report late again, or you will find yourself replaced on this operation.”

With that, Adam cut the video feed, and Ilia finally let herself relax slightly, some tension flowing form her shoulders as her body sagged. As one of her hands ran through her hair, she brought up her scroll for her actual mission details with the other—yet another reason why she didn’t feel too bad about not paying much attention to her superior when he started repeating his speeches again. These calls were essentially just a formality, or so Ilia thought, but she knew that complaining about it wouldn’t do her any good. Adam was her boss for the time being, and he wasn’t exactly the most even tempered Faunus she’d ever had the pleasure of knowing, which was probably one of the reasons why breaking up with him had made it easier for Bla-!

With a clench of her fist, Ilia quickly stomped that thought down on instinct, feeling that pit from the day before slowly starting to crack open. In her head, the picture of the citrine eyed ravenette started to appear, but then, suddenly, it stopped. Instead, there was only the ugly scribbled image from the day before, and almost immediately after another thought took its place;

With her conversation with Adam over, she was now free to go back to him…

Ilia promptly spun on her heel and all but ran towards the base’s exit, picking up a breakfast bar on the way and scarfing it down mid-jog. She had almost made it halfway when she suddenly remembered an idea that she’d had as the sun had started to set the previous afternoon, skidding to a halt in front of the large storage area where all their equipment was contained. She was skilled when it came to tracking and spying on people, but it never hurt to be more prepared…

XXX

Head requisition officer Striga only gave Ilia a deadpan look as she read through the list of items that the chameleon Faunus wanted to withdraw from their arms and armor stockpile for a second time. When she looked up from the piece of paper, trying to determine if this was some kind of prank or not, all she was met by was Ilia’s smiling, hopeful looking face.

Despite being just a few years away from becoming an adult, she looked remarkably like a little kid right about now, one who had just given their Christmas list to their parents and was eagerly waiting for some kind of response.

As oddly sweet as it may have been, however, Striga knew she couldn’t just hand out gear without proper cause. Especially not when the ‘requisition order’ contained such oddly specific items.

“So… you’re going on a scouting and reconnaissance mission, yeah?”

Ilia immediately nodded.

“And you want me to check out one of our XV25 Stealth-suits for you? Along with a scent marker kit? For a scout mission?”

Again, Ilia instantly nodded, albeit slower this time.

For a moment, Striga simply had to lean back in her chair and clasp her hands together in front of her mouth, processing the information before her along with the sheer audacity of Ilia’s requests. It wasn’t every day she had someone come to her asking to take their top-of-the-line equipment for something that was almost akin to sightseeing. There were even more items listed on the paper in her hand, a diverse mix that went from outrageous to mundane and back again, but she could not for the life of her imagine how Ilia might ‘realistically’ need most of this gear.

“I have been given this assignment directly from captain Taurus himself and have been given permission to requisition any and all equipment I may need,” Ilia said after another second of silence, her posture suddenly ramrod straight.

“Uh huh,” Striga replied, not particularly convinced. “Pray tell, what are you planning on using these...” she glanced down at the list again, “Blacksun filtration goggles for exactly?”

“Nighttime reconnaissance over long distances. I need to be able to make out all the details of whome- whatever I am scouting out, ma'am.” The practiced and obviously deliberate neutrality of Ilia’s voice didn’t go unnoticed by the officer. “I’d, uh, also like to make sure the model of goggles can minimize window glare,” she added with an awkward cough, now sounding much more honest.

“Kid, these things will let you see the specks of dust floating around on that cracked moon of ours. They can handle a few panes of glass, don’t you worry. Especially not considering I can’t just give a pair of them out without really damn good reason. Sorry to say, kid, but your job doesn’t qualify.”

A flash of irritation moved across Ilia’s features, and for a short second the requisition officer wondered if something bad was about to go down, but as swiftly as the emotion had appeared, it went away, and Ilia’s face instead became one of resignation.

“Alright, fine,” she huffed, leaning over the officer’s desk, their gazes locked. “Look, either I walk back to the briefing room and call captain Taurus just to get a confirmation message for you, which is exactly the kind of interruption that he absolutely loves to deal with, or you give me what I’ve asked for and we can both get back to doing something more productive. If I’m lying, then I’ll be the one in hot water for falsifying a requisition order, not you. You’d just be doing your job.”

Despite her suspicions, Ilia’s words were enough to make Striga take a pause to think for a second. She didn’t entirely believe Ilia’s claim about having permission from Adam, but she didn’t put it past the higher ups within the Fang to give an operative like Ilia her own, secret mission, along with whatever she needed to carry it out either. Refusing to give equipment to someone working directly for their somewhat temperamental captain, if it turned out that Ilia was actually telling the truth, would definitely bite her in the ass one way or another, so the kid definitely had a point.

‘All this inter-organization politics stuff is why I’ll never accept that promotion they want to give me...’ she thought to herself.

Despite knowing there was still a decent chance she’d regret this, Striga ultimately decided that she could pull enough strings to make sure Ilia got all the blame for whatever stunt she might be trying, and took out a scroll from the one of her pockets, fingers moving to fill out forms with downright professional efficiency.

“I don’t get paid enough to deal with this crap...” she muttered mostly to herself before presenting her scroll to Ilia. “Press your hand to the screen to confirm your requisition order then wait here while I get your equipment for you.”

As soon as Ilia had done as instructed, Striga snatched back both her scroll and the list she’d been given and entered the storage area. Had she chosen to turn around at any point, she’d have caught a certain chameleon Faunus fist-pumping wildly with the expression of someone who’d just pulled off a big heist on her freckled face.

Lucky for Ilia, Striga didn’t, and only a bit later than she’d originally planned, she was finally off to begin her ‘special’ assignment;

Operation find a way to meet Jaune Arc again was a go!

XXX

Hitting Pyrrha’s shield felt like he was trying to cut down the very tower they stood on with a butter knife, and Jaune felt the muscles in his arm groaning from the shock that went through them. Again, he tried to find a way to reach the girl behind the bronze shield, and again his sword was easily swatted aside, only for her own blade to smack against his unarmored side. She might have refrained from using the cutting edge due to their shared lack of protection, but the hit still made him let out a hiss of pain and take a staggering step back.

He felt so slow and sluggish compared to her, like he was trying to fight while submerged neck deep in syrup, and no matter how much the rational side of his brain reminded him that she had more fighting experience in her left toe than he had in his whole body, he couldn’t help but get increasingly frustrated.

When he’d fought that bastard in that alleyway, he’d been unstoppable, at least while his aura had been active, but against Pyrrha, he was nothing more than a light nuisance, a fact supported by the rivers of sweat that ran from his body that were nowhere to be found on her own, or the heaving of his chest as he greedily tried to fill his lungs with as much air as they could handle.

He was already exhausted, all the while she hadn’t even gotten a light workout.

As Jaune continued to stagger backwards, he soon felt his back bump against one of the walls beside the door leading to the balcony they were training on, and the feeling of a red-hot knife shot up his spine, his knees crumbling beneath him. He managed to throw his arms out to catch himself before his face slammed against the stone floor, but it was a small comfort when the whole of his back felt like it had been brutalized by a sledgehammer. That kick he’d taken from the lady the day before had evidently wreaked havoc on his nerves, and when Jaune managed to gather the strength to lift his head, he caught Pyrrha looking down at him with concern written everywhere on her features.

“Maybe we should call it a day, Jaune? I think your injuries still need some time to fully heal,” she said in what Jaune assumed was supposed to be a supportive tone, but he couldn’t help but hear as condescending.

“I’m fine,” he bit back, cursing himself inwardly at the flash of hurt that Pyrrha didn’t manage to hide. “Sorry,” he quickly added, somberly. “I didn’t- you’re not- ugh...” A sigh escaped him as shame crept into his stomach. “I’m just… sorry.”

It wasn’t Pyrrha he was angry at and she didn’t deserve him taking it out on her, not when she was spending so much time helping him despite how big of a fraud he was.

Giving up the struggle against his legs, Jaune let himself collapse against the wall, Crocea Mors slipping from his sweat slickened grip with a clattering of steel on stone. A bead of perspiration ran down his creased brow, finding its way into his eye, and he wiped it away with the back of his now free hand, sweeping back his matted hair in the process. His body ached all over, and it wasn’t just from the day before.

When Pyrrha settled down next time him, Jaune simply let out a deep sigh of disappointment and frustration at how little he fit in with people like her, Ren, Nora, or any of the girls in team RWBY. He felt more certain than ever regarding what he wanted to do after dealing with people like Cardin and the racist couple, but at the same time, his fake transcripts plan was only looking more and more rash and downright stupid.

His attention was pulled to Pyrrha when he felt her hand gingerly brush across his cheek, checking on one of his many bruises. Their eyes met, and Jaune had to ask himself just how he’d managed to get someone as amazing as her as his partner for what had to be the hundredth time. Despite having every right to tell on him to the headmaster, getting him kicked out and letting her get a proper partner instead, she was sitting here with him, helping him.

“I really don’t deserve you, you know. The training, the secret-keeping, everything really… I shouldn’t be here, dragging you and everyone else down with me,” he chuckled dryly, entirely humorlessly, before looking away just as Pyrrha did the same, her cheeks far rosier than before.

“You’re being too harsh on yourself, Jaune. There aren’t a lot of people out there in the world who’d willingly risk their lives like you have done by coming here just because they feel like they need to do something for mankind. It’s true your skills aren’t exactly on par with everyone else’s, but we’ve only just started. You’re growing faster than most.” She nudged his shoulder with her own as her expression turned contemplative for a second before her eyes lit up. “And don’t forget, if you had never come here to Beacon, you would never have been in Vale and therefore able to save that Faunus girl from those humans. If it weren’t for you, she could have gotten seriously hurt, maybe even worse.”

Jaune let Pyrrha’s words hang in the air between them for a moment, a part of him half tempted to brush them off, but then he remember the look in Ilia’s eyes when he’d handed her her bag, and a new sense of purpose found itself breaking free from the gloomy expanse of his thoughts.

Despite his back still stinging, a small smile quirked across Jaune’s lips as he let the cool stone of the wall behind them seep into his muscles, relaxing them. The fire of determination in his gut had been lit anew after being temporarily doused by his lack of skill compared to Pyrrha, and his fingers found themselves coiling around the grip of Crocea Mors again.

“Ozpin is far wiser than either of us put together and he wouldn’t have picked you to be our leader if he didn’t think you were the best person for the job,” Pyrrha added as she hoisted herself off the ground, extending her hand to him.

With a deep breath, Jaune intertwined their fingers and, with Pyrrha’s help, got back onto his feet with only a slight grimace of pain. “Thanks,” he said honestly. “For everything. You’re the best partner anyone could ever imagine, and I’m gonna make sure not to let you down.”

He was under no delusions regarding just how far he still had to go to catch up to anyone else at Beacon, but he could also feel that the only way he could truly fail in the eyes of his partner and teammates was if he gave up now. To showcase his new conviction, he tried to get into the ready-stance that Pyrrha had taught him, but the weight of the sword and shield in his hands was too much at this point, and all he managed to do was flail his arms with a tired grunt.

“I think that’s your body’s way of telling you that we should try this again tomorrow instead,” Pyrrha giggled from the other side of the balcony. As much as it irked his pride to admit it, Jaune had to agree, collapsing Crocea Mors into its sheathed form.

Feeling even more sweat soak into his hoodie, he decided to simply tug it off entirely, leaving him in just a thin, previously white tank top that clung to his chest. He just barely caught Pyrrha’s exclaimed “Head’s up!” before a bottle of water landed in his reflexively raised hand.

“Appreciate it,” he mumbled absentmindedly as he regarded the bottle, eventually electing to take a single deep swig from it and then dump the rest of the liquid contents atop his head.

In the very same moment, the feeling of being intently watched started scratching at the back of Jaune’s mind, and he looked around at the windows of the towers around them. He definitely hoped that no one had watched his rather poor excuse for swordplay aside from Pyrrha, and despite the coast seemingly being clear, the feeling didn’t go away.

“Hey Pyr, you didn’t catch anyone watching us train, did you?” he asked over his shoulder, still looking at the surrounding towers for any sight of a spying presence.

Pyrrha—who unbeknownst to Jaune had been spending the last minute or so ogling the way his now all but transparent shirt outlined his torso—shook herself free of her thoughts long enough to let out a stammered “N-no!” before focusing her gaze on the very interesting way her feet were fidgeting, praying to all known and unknown deities throughout the history of Remnant that Jaune didn’t notice her very fierce blush.

Despite what Pyrrha said, however, Jaune still couldn’t help but think something was up. The feeling was only further solidified when he noticed a weird flickering near the top of one of the opposing towers, like there was something distorting the air...

Ultimately, he decided he was simply being paranoid, trusting the attentiveness of his partner even if he wasn’t sure what his own eyes saw. Instead, he moved to pull on his hoodie again, only to remember his previous cooling-off-measures and how uncomfortable it’d be to put on something over his currently wet clothes.

“I think I’ll stay out here for a bit. Try to relax and stretch while waiting for this thing to dry,” Jaune said as he turned to face Pyrrha, tugging on the front of his tank top.

“G-got it. I’ll see you later then,” Pyrrha replied before quickly gathering up her gear and heading inside, forcing herself to keep her head and eyes looking straight ahead when she heard Jaune grunting. She was in no state of mind to stay and watch him go through the stretching routine she’d showed him, no matter how tempting the images her mind conjured up were.

Instinctively, she reached up and felt her nose, just to ensure that there wasn’t blood running from it, her cheeks practically matching her as she finally left Jaune to himself.

XXX

After having spent the latter half of the previous day making her way around Beacon unnoticed, Ilia had had a lot more time to actually think about her actions as made her way around the school, now knowing the routes she should take to avoid detection. The weight and gravity of the measures she’d taken were settling in, how much time and effort she was spending simply to keep tabs on what amounted to just another human hunter-in-training. At one point, as she scaled the sheer wall of one of the towers, she went so far as to wonder if she was going a bit crazy.

But then, right as the thought hit, she’d glanced to look behind her where, on the other side of a window, she saw the one human who’d ever been nice to her, and her whole stomach lit up with that inexplicable warmth, wiping away any questions.

Jaune Arc absolutely needed to be watched because she simply couldn’t get enough of the feelings that watching him brought up from deep inside her.

Deep down, Ilia knew that what she was doing was irrational, but she’d been so emotionally burned out these past couple of weeks that she simply couldn’t care. Somehow, Jaune made her feel nice things, and recently that had become a scarcity for her, so she had become deadset on savoring it now that she had the chance. Just like the day before, after he’d helped her, seeing Jaune smile or laugh made butterflies flutter throughout Ilia’s stomach, accompanied with a longing to be the one said smiles and laughter was directed at rather than his teammates or friends.

Just remembering the scene she’d stumbled on was enough to make Ilia frown, her eyes flicking down to her scroll on which she’d recorded numerous notes regarding the people that Jaune had surrounded himself with. Most of which pertained to the females of his circle of friends (a collection of people that Ilia absolutely refused to think of as ‘competition’, the word all but banished from her word catalog, much to the delight of her chaos-feeding mind gremlin).

Chief interest among them was one Weiss Schnee, an individual who Ilia had already harbored many negative feelings towards due to her obvious familial relations, but had recently made her way to the very top of the Faunus’ rather short but important ‘people-who-deserve-several-swift-kicks-in-the-bloody-shins’ list (patent pending).

For some ungodly reason, the pompous heiress had somehow earned Jaune’s attention in ways that did not at all make Ilia feel pangs of jealousy (no sir!), and instead of cherishing every minute she could spend with him around, the special snowflake of a Schnee instead told him off at seemingly every given opportunity.

The dejected looks that Ilia had seen on Jaune’s face after he’d spent any time talking to Weiss were almost enough for her to want to blow her cover, and it was only the knowledge that Adam had very special plans—violent plans—in mind for every member of the Schnee family after the Faunus uprising had officially begun that made her restrain her fury.

Why exactly Jaune thought that the Schnee heiress was worthy of his time, Ilia had yet to understand, but her preliminary findings were still plausible enough to conduct further experiments.

“Jaune Arc attention grabbers(?): Long hair. Short?

Family history of Faunus exploitation???

Skirts.

Riches?

Lack of development???”

Rereading her list, Ilia looked down at herself, considering her own assets, or lack thereof, for a moment before she had a sobering thought.

‘Never imagined I’d be so relieved to be a B-cup… also, I need to get a skirt...’

As the afternoon sun began to shine its rays over the impressive structures that made up Beacon academy, Ilia felt a twinge of disappointment well up inside of her that she’d have to leave the school to conduct the actual reconnaissance that she’d been tasked with, but then, just as she’d started to prepare her exit strategy, the sound of a door opening reached her ears, and as she turned her eyes to check whether she needed to hide or not, a very familiar head of blonde hair stepped into view.

Ilia watched with rapt attention has Jaune and his partner, the world renowned Pyrrha Nikos, walked out onto a balcony of which she had a perfect view of. What they spoke of, she couldn’t make out, but before long they got into positions that she immediately recognized as sparring stances. Why they weren’t training in one of the academy’s facilities, she didn’t know, but she wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth either. Not when said horse took the shape of being allowed to watch Jaune in action again.

For the next two hours, Ilia sat fixated at the simultaneously enrapturing and vexing display that was Jaune Arc sparring with Pyrrha Nikos, her hands clenching whenever Jaune stumbled or made a poor move. Even from her vantage point, Ilia could easily tell that he wasn’t acting with the practiced ease that a student at Beacon should be, that he lacked the coordination that she’d consider crucial for someone training to fight Grimm, and he struggled far more than he aught to be against someone who clearly wasn’t putting their all into their fight.

It was confusing, to say the least, and only made more so by the fact that Ilia could tell there was something else going on beneath all the mistakes. She was a person who knew how to fight, far better than most in fact, and as such, seeing Jaune keep getting up after his mistakes were punished with surgical precision by his partner, especially considering the beating she’d watched him receive the day before, baffled her. What the boy lacked in skill, he almost entirely made up with endurance the likes of which would put fully trained and hardened White Fang members to shame, and every time he fell, Ilia could feel that he’d learned something from it. Anyone else that she knew of would have simply stayed down after the third or fourth defeat, but not him. She’d lost count of how many times he’d been brought down only to rise up straight away.

As Jaune finally sank to the ground and stayed there, Ilia felt as if she’d seen something impossible. There were hundreds of questions buzzing around in her head, but before she could find any answers to them, something else caught her attention.

Something that she recognized, even if she didn’t want to.

Whenever Pyrrha Nikos looked at her partner, there was an unmissable veil of longing shining from her expression, and despite her best efforts, it didn’t quite go away when Jaune looked at her. Whether he had noticed and was ignoring it willfully or if he was somehow unaware, Ilia had no idea, but one thing was very, very obvious to her;

Pyrrha Nikos had feelings for Jaune Arc.

And the reason Ilia could tell was because she had seen that very same expression on her own features whenever she’d looked in a mirror after being around Blake Belladonna...

By now, it had almost been a full day since the ebon-haired Faunus had entered Ilia’s thoughts, something she hadn’t even truly noticed with everything that had happened with Jaune, but her return made a feeling almost akin to retching rise up Ilia’s spine, her hands curling into fists and jaw tightening until her teeth started to hurt. All of it was unwelcome, unneeded, but despite closing her eyes and doing her best to clear her head, the feelings and thoughts remained.

Anger erupted within Ilia’s chest as her attempts at finding equilibrium failed, washing her emotional plate clear for a moment. It was the unfairness of it all that she found herself focused on, how Blake had been allowed to simply leave without any signs of distress—like she hadn’t ever cared—while Ilia was left with all these untethered and blood-raw emotions.

It simply wasn’t fair.

Nothing in her life was, she was slowly coming to realize, and she hated it.

She had to wonder if the foul taste of betrayal would ever wash out of her mouth.

As these thoughts threatened to forever blacken Ilia’s heart, she glimpsed down at the balcony again just in time to see Jaune getting up off the ground, his posture changed from just a minute earlier. He stood straighter, with more purpose, and for whatever reason, the sight begun to resonate like a struck cord within Ilia’s turmoil filled heart.

Again and again, she’d watched him fall, but he didn’t let himself be kept down. He didn’t give up, despite the clear gap in skill there was between him and his partner. To Ilia, it felt downright inspirational. She was instantly reminded of how he’d looked the day before; bloodied but unbroken, with that smile that was more genuine than anything she’d seen before.

If Jaune could get back up again after getting beat down, so could she, Ilia realized. She unfortunately didn’t know him well enough to understand all his own thoughts and emotions, but something deep in her heart told her that he wouldn’t want Blake to control her like this, no matter how deep of a wound she had caused when she’d left.

All of a sudden, Ilia felt as if a great weight had been lifted off her back, like her breathing was now easier and her eyes had become clearer. Something had clicked again, and the chains that had kept her from moving forward from Blake had been shattered in an instant.

She felt free.

And all from witnessing the resolve of a human who had risked his own safety to for her sake.

What had once been a massive, impossibly realistic, and exquisitely radiant painting of a young man with golden-blonde hair and eyes the color of deepest of oceans inside of Ilia’s mindscape was at once transformed. No longer was the shirtless stud contained within canvas and frame; instead, there now stood a statue so grand and impressive that it would have had people come from far and wide to leave gifts and offerings to what had to be a deity of masculinity and glory were it to actually exist in real life. Perfectly cut marble, the likes of which not even the greatest artisan on Remnant could have chiseled, gleamed and glinted in the shine of a heavenly light from on high, every single breathtakingly beautiful detail from the painting made three dimensional. Warmth, safety, hope, inspiration, all were exuded from the statue.

It was a dream that was too good to be true, but at the same time, to Ilia felt entirely accurate when it faded away, melting into the image of Jaune Arc looking down at a water bottle in his hand.

It was then that time caught up to the chameleonic Faunus, and she realized fully what she was looking at. For once, there was no fantasy playing out before her mind’s eye, she was actually looking at Jaune, in the flesh, with his big hoodie on the balcony beside him. In a flash, Ilia had a pair of binoculars in her hands, focusing intently on the incredibly distracting way that Jaune’s arms shifted and moved minutely with every breath he took. A light sheen covered his exposed skin, and it only helped to accentuate the muscles she could clearly tell were being grown throughout his body. There was strength within those arms, the kind that had always existed but never been truly used until very recently, and Ilia observed them carefully as they worked to bring the bottle of water to their owner’s lips.

What happened next all but caused Ilia’s heart to skip and entire minute’s worth of beats, all the while her brain simultaneously fried itself like a server farm being hit by a firehose.

What had just been a clingy, damp tank top only a second earlier suddenly turned almost entirely transparent when Jaune decided to empty a water bottle atop his head, drenching his entire upper body and making Ilia catch herself on the tower she was sat atop lest she fall right off it. It certainly wasn’t the first time she’d seen a half-nude man before, the relatively small size of the White Fang hideouts she’d all but grown up in hadn’t exactly had privacy or modesty as a chief concern, but something about seeing Jaune in such a state, and not just in her head for once, was so very different.

Never had she appreciated how wide a boy’s shoulders were before, nor how solidly built their chests could be, or simply how big they often got compared to her, but she most definitely was now. Unlike the imagine that her subconscious had conjured up for her, Jaune’s entire body wasn’t made up entirely of rippling muscles the likes of which could crush stones between them, but in a way, the real thing made her stomach tingle far more. This wasn’t the body of a seasoned warrior, instead it was a firm foundation from which said warrior could be forged like a sword by a master blacksmith. And Ilia liked the look of it. Liked the look of him.

A lot.

So much so that Ilia only had a fraction of a second to duck down when he realized that Jaune was looking right at her hiding spot, her eyes wide and hands clamped over her mouth to contain the squeak that hap almost escaped her lungs. For a full minute, she just laid on her back, hardly breathing, as what she had seen replayed itself over and over again in her head. Had she looked down at herself, she would have seen the spots covering her dusty brown complexion practically glowing a hot reddish-pink, but she remained entirely frozen, vehemently ignoring the small trickle of drool that had begun to dribble down her cheek sometime ago.

Once the shock had mostly faded, she very slowly rose up into a sitting position, eyes just glancing for the briefest of seconds down to where Jaune was now stretching before her head snapped around and she focused on the sky in the opposite direction.

‘Holy shit...’ she thought as her hands finally moved away form her mouth and down to her stomach where she felt a completely foreign throb shoot through her, the temperature all around her feeling as if it had risen by several hundreds of degrees. The little gremlin in her mind whispered in her ear about how she should look back down again, make sure that Jaune was still there, but she couldn’t risk being caught like that again. Not when seeing Jaune in this state did so many strange things to her.

Ilia wasn’t entirely sure how long she spent sitting and looking anywhere that wasn’t in Jaune’s direction, but when she finally heard the distinct sound of a door being shut, she chanced a glance over her shoulder and was both relieved and disappointed to see that Jaune had returned inside. As strange as he was making her feel, deep down, it all felt good in a way, and losing ‘access’ to it was less than fun.

With a groan, she stretched her back out until she felt a satisfying pop and rose onto her sore legs. She hadn’t noticed just how rigid her whole body had become after sitting still for hours, but now she regretted not getting up sooner. She couldn’t exactly go back and change her actions though, so now she had to live with the consequences.

It was getting fairly late, and Ilia knew it was time for her to get back to her actual mission now that Jaune had finished his training and the chances of her spotting him again were pretty slim. Doing a final stretch to limber up her arms, she began to descend from her ‘perch’, making sure to follow the same route she’d taken when climbing up. For such a prestigious academy, she was kind of surprised at how easy it was to bypass the alarms and guards, but she figured it was an ego thing. With some many hunters and combat-ready students, the headmaster probably thought they didn’t need the kind of security that might have made her job difficult. Not that she was complaining though. Lax security meant she was able to focus more of her attentions on more important subjects rather than making sure no one spotted her.

A small shiver tip-toed up Ilia spine as she remembered how broad and strong Jaune’s shoulders had looked when he’d taken of his hoodie.

‘Man… I wonder how it would feel to wrap your legs around those…?’ she pondered for a split second, before immediately pushing the idea out of her head when she almost slipped out of one of her footholds. ‘No! None of that! Not now! But maybe later… when you’re back at base… and alone...’ Unknowingly, Ilia’s teeth latched onto her bottom lip at the prospect, her markings once again a radiant hue of red.

At this point, she wasn’t sure what she was doing anymore, or where her actions were taking her, and at some level that should have worried her, she knew that, but it just… didn’t. Not really. Not when she could simply imagine the smile of her ‘savior’ and be filled with a sense of comfort.

Nevertheless, one thing Ilia knew for certain was that she was going clothes shopping whenever she got a chance.

‘Need to buy a skirt… and maybe put my ponytail on the side...’

AN: Now comes the tricky part; where do we go from here? First off, I'd really like to know if you guys enjoy the level of humor that has been on display in these two chapters so far. When I originally thought up this idea, it was a lot more... crack-y, if that makes sense, but I am rather new to writing funny shit, so I abandoned that route since I couldn't get the timing right, I felt. The result is a mix of some "serious" moments and then jokes, mostly at Ilia's expense, but if you guys think I should lean into either side more, I'd very much like to hear your opinions.

Secondly, seeing as I haven't got a roadmap for this story yet, I'd love to hear any and all suggestions for scenes that might make it into future chapters (with the exception of Blake and Ilia confrontations, since that moment I do have planned fully already), and what kind of direction you think would make for the more enjoyable story; a complete romantic comedy, or something with a bit more meat to it?

Please leave your ideas and thoughts in the notes/reblogs, or send me a PM. Have a good one!

#RWBY #Fanfiction #Jaune Arc #Ilia Amitola #Adam Taurus #Pyrrha Nikos #Humor #Romance #Dorkmeleon

[sierratheory]

noo, they compared an old picture of Sierra to the latest one Luke posted and since they live together they were tweeting about how it's the same wall and bla bla. they did the same with the photoshoot Sierra posted like a week ago(?) where's she's in bath (red and black tiles) and compared it to an old picture of Luke seemingly in the same place.

IT’S A WHITE WALL. AN EMPTY WHITE WALL.

It could be ANYWHERE, literally, anywhere on the fucking planet. I —??

Idk about the other one cause I’m not sure which one it is. But I can tell you anyone saying this white wall is clearly the exact same white wall as in her picture are fucking deluded. Unless there’s some matching stuff mark or other sort of marker, it’s pure speculation and utter bs if I’m being completely honest.

#i — #im speechless #truly #how far can you stretch #im sorry but no #red replies #ask #anon