#chip ingram

[officialyourdailyinspiration]

Is regular time in God’s Word a part of your life?

by Chip Ingram

When I meet with people who struggle and are facing crises... ...they often confess that it’s not a habit in their life. And then I hear them say something that both breaks my heart but also encourages me – I don’t know how to study. I just don’t understand the Bible. People do have the desire to hear from God and know His Word. Here's how my team and I responded to that need: https://livingontheedge.org/.../daily-discipleship-impact/

#Is regular time in God’s Word a part of your life? #Chip Ingram #livingontheedge.org

[lovelyinconsistentices]

°˖➴ 𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙵𝙾𝚁𝚃 𝙲𝚁𝙾𝚆𝙳 ⋆· ༘ *

‧₊˚ ꩜彡┆𝚂𝚄𝙼𝙼𝙰𝚁𝚈 .ᐟ

Todd shows up at readers house in the middle of the night, still grieving over the situation with Wallace and needing comfort.

✎ᝰ.┆𝙶𝙴𝙽𝚁𝙴 .ᐟ

Oneshot and Third-Person, hurt comfort. Fluff and Mild Angst.

‧₊˚ ꩜彡┆𝙿𝙰𝙸𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙶 .ᐟ

Todd Ingram X Gender-neutral Reader

✎ᝰ.┆𝚂𝙾𝙽𝙶 𝙸𝙽𝚂𝙿𝙾 .ᐟ

Comfort Crowd by Conan Gray.

‧₊˚ ꩜彡┆𝚁𝙴𝚀𝚄𝙴𝚂𝚃 .ᐟ

Requested by anon, thank you for the request! <3

The first thing that was least expected when they opened the door to see who was knocking at the middle of night was Todd, he was a disheveled mess when their gaze had settled on him. His eyes brimming with tears, a bag of chips in hand as he stressed eat. They had heard a lot about what happened on set, with Wallace leading him on. It was expected when they learned him and the male were "running lines" in his trailer, as if Wallace would waste his time on something like that. They absolutely doubted it, he had a repetition as well for sleeping around.

The amount of times they've heard Stacy complain about how Wallace stole her boyfriend again as they waited for their drink was ironic at this point, Scott's roommate was bad news. They truly felt bad for Todd, the only reason they hadn't said anything was because they didn't want to hurt the male's feelings but he ended up getting hurt anyway. In the they expected the male to get over it quite quick, I mean he still had Envy after all. Which they had listened to her complain for hours once she had learned about it, seems she tried fighting Wallace as well. Amusing really, but it seems they were wrong about the male getting over Wallace fast.

Todd was a wreck as he blabbered about something that was incoherent to their ears, they let out a soft sigh as their eyes softened. Immediately parting their lips in response as they stood there, "Shh, slow down and breath. Come in, you know you're always welcome Todd." They stated as they moved to allow the man to walk in. Which he nodded in return, relieved that they weren't upset with him possibly waking them up so late at night. Making his way into the house slowly, immediately being greeted by the warmth of their home.

Now they were both on the couch together as Todd had his face buried into the crook of their neck, sure the male was known for being quite touchy but they weren't that familiar with this as they ran their fingers through his hair. They truly wondered what Wallace did to make him like this and where was Envy, after all they least expected him to come to them instead of his own girlfriend or well ex. He didn't even know if they were still together, though it seemed like she was more mad at Wallace than Todd. Thinking those thoughts over in their head truly did hurt more than they expected, after all they did have one-sided feelings for the male.

They were just glad to have him as a friend even if meant their feelings would never be returned, they'd just have to push them too the side for now or at least until they moved on. A heavy breath left their lips as they sat there, their arm still around the male as his cry's slowed down. His breathing still unstable but it seemed like he was starting to calm down, they truly didn't mind the silence. Deciding to not say anything as they didn't want to cause him to cry again, avoiding the topic of Wallace and him for now would be best.

"Feeling better now? If so we can talk about something to distract you or if you want I have some movies you can pick from to watch, you can stay the night or as how long as you need. I'll be right here if you need me, speaking of that I'm sure you're hungry. Junk food isn't fulfilling, you'll need a real meal. How about pasta?" They asked as they pondered on what to make, perhaps pasta salad and bread. Todd just nodded in response, perhaps not being able to manage words as he was tired or too embarrassed to say anything. He just stayed there, leaning his head against their shoulder before muttering a simple thank you that was soft and low.

It warmed their heart that they were able to help the male in the end, though they knew it was going to take a while before they got over their feelings for him. Continuing to run their fingers through his hair as they were lost in thought, it wasn't like it was anything new and at least Todd knew they were here if he needed them. His arms still wrapped around their waist as he let out slow exhales, soon the night would be shared with the two spending their time together in peace.

Todd picking out some old Disney movie from their stack as they made dinner, his mood slowly lightening up as he and them made small talk. The night ending with the two cuddled up on the couch as they watched the movie he picked out together, they were glad that Todd was feeling better now as they were able to finally go back to sleep in peace and this time they'd have the male by their side making it all even better.

#Spotify #scott pilgrim vs the world #scott pilgram takes off #todd ingram x reader #todd ingram #lovelyinconsistenticesrequests!

[boy-in-the-stars]

The Seven Evil Exes: Would I date them?

Ranked by a professional man lover and woman respecter

I will be ranking from least dateable to most dateable (personality, looks, et cetera). These are only my opinions pls do not hate bro.

7. Gideon Graves (Gordon Goose)

He is a textbook male manipulator. I do not trust him with any of my emotions. I do not like him. He would literally chip me. ew ew ew.

6 and 5. The Twins

I literally have no opinions on them. I’m pretty sure they’re pedos tho so i’m not into that.

4. Matthew Patel

I just don’t find him attractive. He is quite dorky and I go for a more sophisticated man- ykwim (Wallace Wells). I do appreciate his love for the theatre and beating people up, this is always good in a man. I appreciate a thespian from time to time. I just don’t see myself dating him now- maybe when I was 12 and discord dating was a thing.

3. Roxie Richter

I may be gay but I know an attractive woman when I see one. She would treat me right and I would treat her right. 10/10 woman, Ramona did her dirty. Let’s go lesbians.

2. Lucas Lee

First of all he’s really hot. Also he’s funny. I like a himbo. I enjoy a good himbo. I suspect he would treat me like shit but it’s fine. He’s hot.

1. Todd Ingram

He is literally so fine. I love a man who plays an instrument. He would be obsessed with me. He also has a nice personality, and I like the whole aesthetic he has going on bro. I just really appreciate him.

#scott pilgram takes off #seven evil exes #7 evil exes #7 exes #matthew patel #gideon graves #gordon goose #todd ingram #roxie richter #lucas lee #twins #idk what their names are #ranking #scott pilgrim vs the world #scott pilgrim

[defectivevillain]

this winding labyrinth

chapter 3: reflux

pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Reader (reader is not gendered, race-ambiguous, and no physical descriptors are used)

summary:

You wish you never met Hannibal Lecter. But you yearn for his presence. You want to forget him. But he never truly leaves your thoughts. Now, you’re left to pick up the pieces of a broken design. A battle of instinct rages on in your mind—one of bittersweet relief and cloying grief, fearless resolve and poignant regret; a clashing between affection and antipathy, pride and pain. What will win, in the end? Only time will tell.

this is chapter 3, act 2 of this broken design. if you haven't read act 1 or chapters 1-2, this won't make too much sense.

ao3 version | Spotify playlist

typical warnings apply.

You blink your eyes open to a pounding headache and ringing ears. The ceiling above you is reeling as you’re pushed along in a gurney. Voices murmur and mumble around you, and your vision swims tauntingly. Your arm burns, stings, aches. Your eyelids feel incredibly heavy. You feel a hand on your cheek, prompting you to look into worried eyes. You blink dazedly, your vision blurring and spiraling. It doesn’t take long for you to fall into unconsciousness again. 

You dream of nothing and everything. You dream of winding halls, a labyrinth that never ends. You dream of harsh corners, broken glass, shattered reflections. You dream of glinting metal, sharpened blades, and cruel smiles. You drown in soil and breathe in rot and decay. Through it all, blood sticks to your skin like a vice—a reminder of your sins. 

When you finally wake, after an immeasurable amount of time, you find there to be little fanfare. There is no one for you to wake up to, nothing for you to look at save for a nearly empty hospital room with chipped paint coloring the walls. You take a deep breath and look up at the ceiling. You can hear the EKG’s steady beeps at your bedside. Your arm still hurts, but the pain isn’t nearly as bad as it was before. Upon closer examination, you realize your arm is bandaged. Blood seeps through the white bandages, threatening to mar the white sheets around you. In the still quiet of the evident night, you are gifted a brief reprieve: an escape from interaction and accountability. You’re grateful for it, even if the silence seems to vibrate with unease. 

The nurse comes before long—he’s not the same one you had before. You don’t bother to question it. He reapplies your bandages and sighs. “You are immensely lucky,” he remarks, turning away for a moment. “Just a few inches to the side and you’d be dead.” 

Yes, lucky, you think to yourself.  

The nurse doesn’t say anything else. You have to wonder if he was told about you—told you’ve been here quite a few times within the past year, told not to bother with pleasantries. You’re left to wonder as the nurse leaves the room, promising to return in a few moments. 

Nothing about this moment feels real. Maybe that’s why the guilt of your actions hasn’t quite caught up yet. You’ve felt a hint of remorse prickling along your skin, but nothing as strong as you had expected. It sort of feels like you’re dreaming. Perhaps you’ll even wake up soon. 

Unfortunately, you soon have to come to terms with the fact that you are not dreaming. This is reality: bleak, unassuming reality. The weight of it all is pushing you further into this thin hospital mattress, forcing you to remain bound and silent without confines. Your arm is bandaged, because you stabbed yourself. You stabbed yourself… to engineer a situation where Clark Ingram’s death— murder , a voice in your head coos—would be justifiable. Your arm burns, both from the knife and from the knowledge of your crimes. 

For the first few days of your hospital stay, you don’t get visitors. You suspect the visitors who typically stop by are growing tired of showing up. After all, this is your third or fourth time in the hospital. It’s likely more of a chore than anything else. Teetering on the edge between life and death is a scary situation, but you’ve occupied that grey area for so long now that almost nothing seems to truly surprise you.

Beverly highlights the notion when she arrives one morning. “We’ve got to stop meeting like this,” she quips, shoving her hands in her leather jacket after closing the door behind her. She leans against the wall. 

You huff. “Hi, Bev,” you say, managing to get past the raspiness of your unused voice. 

“I’m convinced you’re single handedly burning through the injury budget for our department,” Bev says with a sigh. You take a deep breath. This banter with Beverly makes you feel… normal. 

“Hey, someone’s gotta do it,” you shrug goodnaturedly. Beverly rolls her eyes, before crossing her arms over her chest. 

For a few seconds, there is only silence. An unfamiliar tension settles in the air. “Seriously though,” Beverly says. There is nothing but sincerity in the expression on her face. “There’s only so much of this my heart can take.” And that hits you like a knife to the gut. 

You never considered how your friends must feel in these types of situations. You’ve probably caused Beverly so much unnecessary worry and concern.  Selfish. “I’m sorry,” you grimace. The statement doesn’t feel like enough.  

“Just… be more careful, okay?” Bev sighs. “Never thought I’d have to be the one to say that to you.” You’re not sure you trust the weight of your own words anymore, so you don’t respond. You don’t promise anything, because you’re not sure you can. Thankfully, Beverly doesn’t seem to be expecting a response. Instead, she elects to sit in the chair at your bedside. Not for the first time, you wonder how you managed to get such a good friend. 

Beverly stays for a while, before the nurse comes by and kicks her out. She leaves, albeit with a grumble under her breath about unnecessary precautions. After Beverly, there is no one and nothing. Every time you close your eyes, you see Ingram’s face—the genuine fear that overtook his expression when he saw your finger inch closer towards the trigger. You see his victims, drowning in soil and suffocating. Every time you blink, you see blood spilling down your arms, coating your skin in murky crimson. 

You fade in and out. The days melt into one another, stretching out into an indistinguishable, tangled mess. The healing process seems painfully slow, as if your body is forcing you to slow down and come to terms with the consequences of your own actions. These injuries are starting to take a toll. Your abdomen stings—from remembrance or genuine pain, you can’t be sure. 

In the midst of a hazy and dimly lit afternoon, you get another visitor. 

“Agent,” a familiar voice says. You look up and towards the door, only to find Jack Crawford standing in the doorway. He looks the same as ever, save for the concerningly tight pull to his lips and shoulders. Indeed, he looks rather tense—almost uncharacteristically so. 

“Jack,” you remark. “I wasn’t expecting you.” Indeed, Jack has visited you every single time you’ve found yourself injured and confined to this hospital. It’s highly unusual for someone as high up as Jack—the Head of the Behavioral Analysis Unit—to consistently find the time to make hospital visits. It’s as your teacher once said: “When you go out, you go out alone. You will wake up alone…  You will be alone.” There had been a haunting expression on her face as she said that, almost as if she were recalling a past experience. The class had been eerily silent. 

Jack shoots you a disbelieving eyebrow, before his face falls back into stony callousness. The room feels a lot colder. Looks like he’s going to get right to business. “You may be wondering why you were never given another psychological evaluation,” he begins, before taking another step, “After all, Lecter did yours—and there’s no guarantee he didn’t have an ulterior motive.” 

Somehow, despite all the events that transpired recently, you avoided another psychological evaluation. Any other agent would surely have been thrown into a psychiatric evaluation and several mandated therapy sessions for surviving such an ordeal… You received a grip on your shoulder and a murmured remark from Jack about doing well. You’re still not sure how to feel about that.

“Truthfully, I didn’t think you needed another evaluation,” Jack says, his lips set in a firm line. There’s something else coming. Sure enough, he continues. “I find myself questioning my judgment now. You’ve sent yourself to the hospital three times now.”

“Sent myself?” You repeat in disbelief. A shiver rolls down your spine, sending your skin prickling. “Jack, I didn’t intend for any of this to happen.” You don't enjoy the implications of his statement. 

“That may be,” Jack acquiesces. His hands are clasped behind his back and he’s the picture of quiet, calm authority. “But you’ve had extensive training that deals with these kinds of situations, that teaches you what to prioritize in those kinds of moments.” You bite your tongue and keep silent.  

“What disturbs me…” He breaks off once more. Jack always finishes his sentences—this kind of syntax is unusual for him. “ This -” He motions with a hand, “isn’t born out of a lackluster combat ability. You’re a damn good fighter.” You want to be honored by the compliment, but all you can feel is an unsettling apprehension. Sure enough, Jack isn’t finished speaking. “I’m going to book you for another psych eval.” 

The sheets thrown over you suddenly feel far too thin, as goosebumps run along your skin. You’re brutally aware of the expression on Jack’s face—conflict and resolution fighting for prominence in the set of his jaw. “Jack-” You try to say, scrambling for something to say. It’s beginning to feel as if the walls are caving in on you. 

“You haven’t made this easy, Agent,” Jack responds in lieu of an answer. He pulls something from his jacket pocket—a slip of paper with notes scrawled on it. Your heart drops into your stomach as you realize that he had planned this from the outset. “2:00 p.m. next Monday.” It is clear that Jack’s visit had one purpose, and one purpose only. He walks away, leaving you to stare after him in stunned disbelief.

In the wake of your conversation with Jack, your recovery feels nearly meaningless. What does it matter if you heal? You’re still barred from returning to work, unless you receive a signed form from the psychologist. Although, will that really be so difficult for you? A few years ago, it might have been. But since then, you’ve changed. You’ve developed, morphed into a person who has learned to be defensive, wary, covert. Indeed, haven’t you been keeping the pretense of composure this entire time? If you kept your knowledge of the Ripper’s identity hidden from him for so long, surely getting through an hour-long psychological assessment will be easy. 

And, indeed, it is easy. 

The psychologist you’re paired with is nice. That’s all you really have to say about them. Perhaps you’ve grown accustomed to discussions laced with existentialism while seated on expensive leather, a palpable tension sinking into the air. Or perhaps you’ve grown accustomed to answering questions with whatever the person wants to hear. You’ve gotten good at maintaining an illusion of calm and collected rationality when needed.

Plus, the evaluation protocol is extremely outdated. You have to do a Rorschach inkblot test, which makes you both thankful and extremely concerned for the future of the FBI. Safe to say, you walk out of the building an hour later with a signed paper in hand. It doesn’t take you long to decide to head right to the Bureau. Your heart is still hammering away in your chest as you drive there—even when you’re a good distance away from the psychologist’s office. 

When you finally get to the Bureau and arrive in Jack’s office, you place the signed form on his desk wordlessly. For a moment, he seems too caught up in the files in his hands to notice. After a few moments, he blinks and drags the paper closer to him. Jack examines the paper with a critical eye, before turning his attention back towards you. 

“Surprised?” You ask, as he studies your expression. Jack seems to be looking for something. You try to maintain a flat affect, if only so that he doesn’t find whatever he’s searching for. 

He sighs. “Agent, you know this is just protocol,” Jack responds. “No, I’m not surprised. It would be highly unprofessional of me to have expectations of the result.” He finishes. You want to believe him.

But you know deep down that Jack expected you to fail—perhaps even wanted you to fail. “Welcome back, Agent.” You know your mind is conjuring up the tone of resignation in his voice.  

You exit his office and walk back down the halls, an unexpected guilt stirring in your chest. You shouldn’t have lied to the psychologist. On the other hand, you knew that if you were truthful, you would never be able to return to the field. And there are lives at stake. You’re not foolish enough to think that your mere presence is enough to decrease criminality at large, but you know that the Bureau needs as many agents as possible on the front lines. 

There’s a buzzing, humming sound along your skin. “If you truly cared about the lives at stake, you would stay away,” a voice reasons. It takes you a few moments to realize that it’s Clark Ingram. A social worker has joined the group of tormented souls inhabiting the shadows of  your mind. The irony is not lost on you. You shake your head, before taking a deep breath and continuing to walk down the hall, your muscle memory navigating you towards your office even when your attention is elsewhere. “How many have been killed in the wake of your complacency?”  Ingram continues relentlessly. “Your neutrality is just as dangerous as my cruelty.” 

Your head pounds as you turn the corner to get to your office. When you finally find yourself standing in the doorway, you remember that you haven’t used the space in a bit—there’s dust collecting on the edges of your bookshelf and the surface of your desk. You close the door and sit down in your chair, ignoring the chilling recognition that you’re sitting right where Franklyn died. For a moment, you can feel phantom burgundy tears slipping down your cheeks. When you blink, you’re subject to the illusory sensation of someone reaching deep into your eye sockets and tugging, ripping at your optic nerves and tearing your sight away from you. 

Your leg bounces restlessly. The clock’s hand makes its routine journey across the smooth surface of the instrument, and its movements flit before your eyes in flickering flashes. You rub your eyes roughly. Conversations from the hall reach your ears, until they distort and morph into voices that continue to haunt you. Your fingers are twitching. 

Time is a fickle thing. Your office doesn’t have windows to let in sunlight, so you’re forced to take in the noise from the hallway to determine how long you’ve spent fading away in your chair. A rattling breath overtakes you, prompting you to breathe in and breathe out in a shuddering movement. You dig the heels of your hands into your eyes, letting the spiraling colors that manifest overtake your vision. 

When you open your eyes moments later, you’re briefly assaulted with a wave of sharpness and clarity. Then, your vision adjusts and you’re left staring at your unassuming office: the remains of your neat and tidy life. Somehow, deep-down, you know things will not stay that way. 

Your hands itch and you roll up your sleeves, despite knowing you won’t see soil caked on your skin like you’re imagining. Indeed, your arms are bare—save for the bandaged wound that you’re sure will scar. Looking down at it provokes a stirring feeling in your gut as memories of that day reach the forefront of your mind. 

For a while, you had lingered precariously on the edge between morality and criminality. Have you since slipped off that edge? When did your balance first falter? Were the scales already tipped—perhaps from the moment you sleep walked onto the road, finding yourself looking into the darkness and locking eyes with a crimson gaze? When did your grip start to weaken? 

And… where does that wavering leave you now?

next chapter

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[purplerakath]

A Synthesis of Adaptations - Lucas Lee & Roxie Richter

So of the seven evil exists (AN: I will cover the twins in a footnote) two of them are pretty vastly different between the book and the movie. This leads to a problem to solve in the anime, but the anime came up with a pretty clever conclusion.

(This cut text isn't for spoilers, it's just- I write essays, that's what I do. I mean there will be spoilers for the Books and The Film, but I'm talking mostly about Ramona's backstory not... the plot of the anime.)

See, Matthew is the closest any of the exes gets to a 1:1 adaptation. Being first his fight is short, the plot elements around it are easy, and the narrative purpose didn't need changing. So there wasn't any massive revision. The book's call:response format of the song number became Matthew and his Hipsters singing, but that's mostly it.

Todd is the same character, but the movie can't really go in depth on Scott and Envy so it didn't need four different fights (five if we count Envy vs. Ramona). His character is the same even if a lot of his purpose is changed. Gideon is a similar shrunk space issue while staying the same character between versions.

The Books

Lucas Lee, in the books, is a decent guy who is kind of a sell out. He's open and honest (where Ramona lied outright) and generally just- not a very interesting character, there isn't anything there. That Lucas Lee wouldn't grab any attention in a fight scene. Roxie is also painted as 'safe' with how Ramona just lets her stay in her house, and generally isn't painted as a serious concern for Ramona. Ramona isn't worried she hurt Roxie, or that Roxie wants to hurt her. The animosity is Roxie is sure Scott is cheating on Ramona. Another nonthreatening Ex (minus her absolute desire to murder Scott. She has at least that over Lucas).

The Film

Lucas Lee is a bombastic skater boi who is equal parts asshole and sincere, he doesn't seem capable of dishonesty but at the same time you kinda think he needs a punch in the face. He's loud and memorable but there still isn't anything there. Roxie is sassy and pissed, just generally mad at everyone but especially Ramona. She lashes out and is angry and there is no way this Roxie could stay at this Ramona's house. Not if Ramona has any self-preservation skills.

The Synthesis

So how do these polar opposite versions work together? Causation. Taking the books characterization, and having Ramona's haphazard romantic style turn them into the film version. Allowing Chris Evans and Mae Whitman to play fully into skater boi douchebag and feral lesbian goblin respectively. Lucas Lee was a sweet kind dopey himbo until Ramona broke his heart, and on that day he decided his best course was to be a star. Be memorable. Be unignorable. And definitely be better than Todd Ingram. So that gravitas voice Evans does is a part of the trauma Ramona inflicted. Roxie was a sweet, caring, 'there for her' friend/roommate/lover. She was the one who cared about Ramona, share things with her. We can believe that flashback Roxie just cared about Ramona's best interests and taught her Subspace things. And then Ramona left, and it broke her, and she hates everything. Everyone. Until Ramona fixes it. Creating a feral Lesbian hobgoblin who never wishes to feel like nothing again.

It's a clever trick, isn't it. Taking two characterizations each bland in their own way, but making them interesting by basically going with 'both are right' as the answer. One of the anime's better tricks.

Footnote: The Twins

Even if the Twins weren't a nightmare to cast if you're trying to keep race, age, being twins, and hair color all in mind... Book 5 isn't about them. Like Gideon they would be a nightmare to do accurately, but unlike Gideon adapting their plot isn't easy. Gideon is a self-aggrandizing control freak, making that 'he put a chip on Ramona' from 'using subspace to sneak into her mind and fuck with it' is a change, but thematically in line. Book 5 is about Scott and Ramona's love life becoming messy as Scott realizes he and Kim aren't nearly as okay as he thinks they are. Generally they just kind of don't fit into any reasonable narrative without investing too much time for at best a minimum payoff? Their best payoff would be a cool robot fight. (Which I am always for, but again, lot's of invested time.)

#Scott Pilgrim #Scott Pilgrim Takes Off #Lucas Lee #Roxie Richter #I really do like how the anime makes most of the exes better characters #even in subtle ways #As much as Todd in the movie is 'mostly the same' #he lost a LOT of small details of how is the worst kind of abusive partner #I mean aside from Gideon of course #the ACTUAL worst #But both of them fall within the margin for error between iterations

[thoughtsonhurtandcomfort]

Followup to this piece (which is NSFW so feel free to skip it! This part is SFW and can stand alone)

Author’s Notes: my poor girl ;-;

Content Warnings: mer whump, lab whump, lady whump, dehydration, difficulty breathing, out of water, left to die, near-death, caretaking as much as possible given the situation, blood, biting, brief mention of face whump

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On her way into work Liv nearly collides with two researchers who are hurrying out the door. One is Dr. Collins, who holds a bloodied towel to his face, and at his side is Dr. Ingram talking quickly into his cellphone. The two are walking so fast that Liv only catches a snippet of the conversation.

“...too dangerous...i agree...put in an order for a new one...”

It isn’t until two hours into her shift that Liv gets any answers.

She enters room 3C calmly, nudging her cart inside with her hip while trying to wiggle the key back out of the lock. This is one of her easiest rooms. The subject, a mermaid, is always in that sad little pool where they keep her. All Liv can ever make out is the blurry figure of her brightly colored hair and scales, which seem to grow duller with each passing day.

So when Liv shuts the door behind her and turns the last��thing she expects is to see a table raised from the pool, the mermaid strapped to it.

Liv doesn’t need to do the math. However long it’s been since Dr. Collins left is too long. The poor creature is dead.

It isn’t the first time this has happened but it isn’t any easier to accept. Liv has tried and failed to remain detached, and now thinks constantly of finding away to expose this lab and its horrors.

She abandons her cart and goes to stand by the table where the mermaid has been left under the harsh fluorescent lights. On the creature’s upper half her skin is parched and sickly; on the lower, brittle scales have begun to chip, worst off all around the strap holding down her tail. Her head is tipped to one side, revealing cracked, unmoving gills. Her mess of wavy hair hangs over the table’s edge.

It’s obvious now what happened to Dr. Collins. The mermaid’s mouth, jaw and neck are stained with dried blood; more of it is splattered across the floor and the instrument table. Her dry lips are parted, revealing sharp bloodstained teeth.

The only question is whether he left the table raised in his hurry to get to a hospital...or on purpose, as punishment. 

“...put in an order for a new one...”

“You didn’t deserve this,” Liv whispers. “At least you went out fighting. Good for you.”

She cleans the blood from the surrounding area and then, though it isn’t her job, or even allowed, she wets a fresh washcloth in the pool water and begins to clean up the mermaid as best she can. While she works she speaks quietly to no one, recalling aloud how as a kid she loved mermaids before she even knew they were real.

It takes a second washcloth to finish the job. Then Liv discards them both and wets a third, gently dabbing at the mermaid’s neck, where a little blood remains along the slits of her gills.

Maybe it’s the light, or just her own movements, but for a moment Liv could swear that the gills twitch. She stops and stares, unblinking, and - there! It happened again...

It can’t be.

Liv soaks the washcloth again and then squeezes it out over the mermaid. Water cascades over her gills and they twitch and strain for more. A rasping sound slips from the mermaid’s lips and her pale lashes flutter.

Frantically Liv continues soaking up water and dousing the gills over and over. It’s like watching someone come back to life, but not in a beautiful way - in a slow, painful way, dragging the creature from the brink of death when maybe it would have been kinder to let her die.

Liv moves the cloth up to trickle water over the mermaid’s face, into her eyes and mouth. The girl rasps again and this time her eyes open. They’re bloodshot and hazy and she quickly shuts them again with a groan.

“That’s it...just hang on...”

Liv quickly finds the switch that gradually lowers the table back into the pool. At the movement the mermaid’s eyes open once more and she fixes her gaze on the human standing over her.

“You have to hang on,” Liv repeats, even if the creature can’t understand her.

She watches until the table clicks into place at the bottom. Only when the subject’s body completely submerged does she continue her work.

Liv leaves that night unsure whether she saved the mermaid...or just condemned her to a worse fate down the road. 

#mer whump #mermaid whump #lab whump #lady whump #out of water #dehydration #difficulty breathing #thirst #left to die #near death #rescue #blood mention #biting mention #whump writing #my writing #my ocs #myla #liv

[qqueenofhades]

Okay, well, I am dog fucking tired so it’ll be a short flail session tonight, but I have to crank this out before I hit the sack. Also, apologies since I’m sure someone has mentioned this, but I have been in standardized-test-grading purgatory and thus have not seen. Anyway!

Obviously, Star Wars loves itself a good hallway fight scene, but I was STRUCK with how much Obi-Wan’s rescue of Leia was paralleled with Vader’s attack at the end of Rogue One. And when I say “struck,” I obviously mean “consumed with arm-gnawing feelings about it.” Most people cite that scene as the scariest that Vader has ever been: it starts out when all the lights suddenly go out and the darkness is lit only by his lightsaber. He rips through the Alliance dudes like paper, he’s threatening to make all our heroes’ sacrifice irrelevant after they have already all died on Scarif, and he’s doing it to stop the Death Star plans from getting to Leia. The soldiers, running from him, reach a doorway, which jams. They desperately try to get through it, but can’t, until one of them hands the data chip through to another just as Vader is arriving to ice him. Eventually, they manage to get it to Leia, who refers to it as hope.

And then, contrast that to Obi-Wan’s rescue of Leia in Part IV. It starts out with all the lights going out, lit only by his lightsaber, as he takes out the stormtroopers. Then when he’s fighting his way down the hallway, his technique, while it’s just as commandingly competent as Vader’s, is entirely defensive. He’s not attacking them; he’s just trying to stop them from attacking him. He’s handling almost as many soldiers as Vader was, but they’re running after him, rather than vice versa. And he does this for precisely the opposite reason: to save Leia, so she can grow up to become that hope at all.

And then, the stormtroopers reach a door. It jams. They try to force their way through, as Obi-Wan desperately holds back the windows from breaking and flooding the entire hallway, entirely willing to give himself up if it means that Leia gets to safety -- which is, once again, the utter antithesis of Vader’s mindless murder spree at the end of Rogue One. Reaching Leia is the ultimate goal for both of them, but in diametrically opposite ways and for utterly opposite emotional reasons. One out of pure love, and the other out of total hate.

I just... am having Big Feelings about how they are so completely anti-paralleled/narrative foiled to each other, especially after the opening sequence with both of them burned and in the bacta tank, having violent flashbacks to their face-off at the end of the last episode. Once again, as I said, they’re just so fucking haunted by each other, they’re tangled up beyond any extrication, and their actions remain, as ever, this total dark mirror of each other, and I can deal with this absolutely zero percent.

(Anyway, I obviously enjoyed other things about the episode, like Leia remaining the Galaxy’s Most Awesome Tiny Badass, Reva using the Force like a bad motherfucker as Moses Ingram is still sadly underused and I WANT MORE OF HER BACKSTORY GODDAMMIT, and the Hand Hold That Slayed Me Dead between Obi and Leia at the end, but yes.)

#star wars #sw meta #kenobi #kenobi spoilers #obi wan x anakin

[aquietcatgirl]

I'm celebrating my birthday with a Scott Pilgrim themed party. I had so much fun planning it and coming up with snack puns. Since I couldn't find other lists of snack ideas, I'm happy to share mine.

Our snacks include:

#1 Matthew Patel - "Pirates are in this year!" Pirates Booty

#2 Lucas Lee - Pretty good skater - Salami Skateboards

#3 Todd Ingram - Vegan Pol(ice) - Italian Ice

#4 Roxie Richter - "I'm a little Bi furious" - Brownie Bites

#5-6 Kyle and Ken Katauanagi - Double Dragons - Dragonfruit Vitamin Water

#7 - Gideon Graves - Gideon Grapes - Green grapes

#0 - Scott Pilgrim - "I could live off garlic bread" - Garlic pita chips and crazy bread

#scott pilgrim #fictional crush real feels #party #themed party #movie food #movie snacks #super nerd #food puns #it's my bi identity #birthday

[angelloverde]

"Mo Soul" Player Playlist 6 September

Soothsayers - We Are Many

Mr. Confuse - Spinning Around

Kid Creole & The Cococnuts - I'm a Wonderful Thing Baby (Andy Kidd Mutant Disco Edit)

Beat Bronco Organ Trio Feat. Chip Wickham - Squirtly

J-Felix Feat. Sol Goodman - Future

Jon Kennedy - Back From The Beyond

Tame Impala - Breathe Deeper

Christone "Kingfish" Ingram - I Put a Spell On You

Da Lata - Free

Ajax Tow - Hawai

Allysha Joy - Light It Again

Aquiles Navarro & Tcheser Holmes - Pueblo

Damu The Fudgemunk, Archie Shepp & Raw Poetic - Moving Maps

Bella Boo - In Love

Belladonna - Ebatule

If you really want to enjoy music and help musicians and bands, buy their lp’s or cd’s and don’t download mp3 formats. There is nothing like good quality sound!!!

(Angel Lo Verde / Mo Soul)

#mo soul #playlist #music #soul #blues #funk #jazz #lounge #reggae #rock #fusion #house #r&b #afro funk #disco funk #acid jazz #nu jazz

[partiallystarsif]

I’ve been quiet here a long time, huh.

I apologize for that, and thank you all for your patience. For those who don’t follow my other blogs, I got sick at the beginning of the year and have been fighting my way back to something that feels normal ever since. I think I’m close to it again finally, and have been trying to get back to work on both Speaker and Partially Stars.

As a peace offering and a gift for waiting so long for me, I present: a playlist. 26 songs, featuring 2 for each crewmember plus a few others!

(Here on Spotify)

The game should be along before much longer as well. Just a bit more coding to do 🖤

Track list below the cut:

01. Satellite Call - Sara Bareilles You may find yourself in the dead of night / Lost somewhere up there in the great big beautiful sky

02. No Plan - Hozier There's no plan, there's no race to be run / The harder the pain, honey, the sweeter the sun

03. [Akina] I'll Be Good - Jaymes Young I'll be good, I'll be good / And I'll love the world, like I should / Yeah, I'll be good, I'll be good / For all of the times that I never could

04. [Akina] Different Kind of Knight - Christian Kane See I'm a different kind of knight / You're gonna find your fairy tales are lies / I don't have a white horse / But you can come along for the ride.

05. [Ahmed] Fake Happy - Paramore See I'm gonna draw my lipstick wider than my mouth / And if the lights are low they'll never see me frown

06. [Ahmed] Fistfight - The Ballroom Thieves The day I finally met you like I knew I would / You raised me from the wreck of my doubt / You were smiling to yourself as if we both understood / The silent language of the anguish of a heart that sings but doesn't make a sound

07. [Q] Outside Of This Town - Christone "Kingfish" Ingram I'm so tired of doing the same old thing / Shooting for the highest star / Want people to remember my name

08. [Q] Something Just Like This - The Chainsmokers & Coldplay Where d'you wanna go? / How much you wanna risk? / I'm not looking for somebody / With some superhuman gifts

09. [Sun] On To The Next - Tyler Bryant & The Shakedown I got nothing to lose / Nothing to hide, nothing to prove / Put your money in your mouth, roll the dice, make a bet / Stack up your chips, watch me push 'em off the edge

10. [Sun] Start a Fire - Ryan Star Here we go / Just lose control and let your body give in / To the beat / Of your heart as my hand touches your skin / Is this love / Or just sexual desire / We're gonna start a fire

11. [Mack] Still Breathing - Green Day As I walked out on the ledge / Are you scared to death to live? / And I've been running all my life / Just to find a home that's for the restless / And the truth that's in the message / Making my way away, away

12. [Mack] Love Sneakin' Up On You - Bonnie Raitt I gotta know, do you feel the same? / Do you just light up at the mention of my name? / Don't worry baby, it ain't nothin new / That's just love sneakin up on you

13. [CJ] Watch Me While I Bloom - Hayley Williams If you feel like you're never gonna reach the sky / 'Til you pull up your roots, leave your dirt behind / Mmh, baby you got a lot of shit to learn

14. [CJ] In Your Eyes - Gavriel All I know is I can't get you off my mind / I'm still unsure if uncertainty is certain doom / Then it goes right back to you / And I can't remember being blue

15. [Smith] Heaven's Got A Back Door - Dead Sara I'm through feeling sorry / For the things that I can't choose / If I made it this far being who I am / Maybe heaven's got a back door too

16. [Smith] One Woman Man - John Legend From the moment that I met you / Knew that I would never let you / Slip away, it's okay / You can make me / A one woman man

17. [Harper] All I Really Want - Alanis Morissette And all I really want is some patience / A way to calm the angry voice / And all I really want is deliverance

18. [Harper] Like Real People Do - Hozier I will not ask you where you came from / I will not ask you and neither would you / Honey just put your sweet lips on my lips / We should just kiss like real people do

19. [Walker] I'm With You - Avril Lavigne I'm looking for a place / I'm searching for a face / Is anybody here I know / 'Cause nothing's going right / And everything's a mess / And no one likes to be alone

20. [Walker] Wicked Game - Chris Isaak What a wicked game you play, to make me feel this way / What a wicked thing to do, to let me dream of you

21. [REDACTED] My Way - PVRIS I don't ever fight, just blow a kiss / And I got two fists but I'm a pacifist / I'd rather stay high and just take, take, take the hit

22. [REDACTED] As Long As You Love Me - The Backstreet Boys And how you got me blind is still a mystery / I can't get you out of my head / Don't care what is written in your history / As long as you're here with me

23. [Stowaway] Man In The Box - Alice In Chains I'm the man in the box / Buried in my shit / Won't you come and save me? / Save me

24. [Stowaway] Sweet Surrender - Sarah McLachlan It doesn't mean much / It doesn't mean anything at all / The life I've left behind me is a cold room / I've crossed the last line / From where I can't return / Where every step I took in faith betrayed me / And led me from my home

BONUS 25. Firefly Main Title - Sonny Rhodes

26. The Real Folk Blues - Mai Yamane

#partially stars game #the last two songs are just because they're fun #and so are the stowaway songs really #redacted will remain such until they're introduced in the first episode (SOON I PROMISE) #posting this at 2:30am like the vampire I am so I'll reblog later at normal people hours too

[ao3feed-reesefinch]

The Skills to Bake Cookies

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/8spNm7j

by Queen_OfThe_Universe

Nathan and Harold both survive the ferry bombing and go into hiding together, but in order to help the numbers, they need to hire someone with the skills to do what they cannot. Surprisingly, those skills include baking cookies...

Words: 941, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Person of Interest (TV)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Harold Finch, John Reese, Nathan Ingram

Relationships: Harold Finch/John Reese

Additional Tags: Crack, Nathan lives, chocolate chip cookies, fighting over cookie dough, Writing Exercise

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/8spNm7j

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #person of interest #reese/finch #harold finch #john reese #harold finch/john

[upthewitchypunx]

Ugh, I keep seeing "Ingram title alert" emails thinking that maybe one of the out of stock witchy books I want to carry is back in stock since I have set so many alert (looking at you Three Hands Press) but when I check the email it's just some :12th Theme of Christmas" bullshit.

We are vending at an event in Beaverton on Saturday. I'll post the info over at @spiralhouseshop later today. The event starts at 11am but they are trying to be clever and are staggering the load in...we have to be there at 7am to set up. it's in the suburbs at least half hour to 45 minutes away. I am not happy about having to be up at 5am just to pack the truck and get to an event FOUR HOURS before the event starts. It takes up 1-1.5 hours to set up up our tent. If it wasn't going to be raining I would just take a nap under our tables. I'm going to be so dead by the end of it. At least I can eat a giant fucking dosa at Swagat afterwards.

I've got some new stuff to package up today so I don't freak out when I have to do it all tomorrow. I've still got a lot of yard work to do before we can put the rest of the giant pile of wood chips in our street int our yard pathways.

The rain come back tomorrow. I'm all for it!

[queen-scribbles]

[spotify] playlist for my Bounty Hunter gal

~Victorious ∙ Panic!at the Disco Oh we gotta turn up the crazy, Livin' like a washed up celebrity Shooting fireworks like it's the Fourth of July ~Outside of this Town ∙ Christone “Kingfish” Ingram Shooting for the highest star, Want people to remember my name If you don't understand, Let me break it down ~Celebrate the Reckless ∙ MAGIC GIANT We've been up for days, Let 'em say we've gone insane The path we walk can't be explained, You're either on or off this train ~Pocket Full of Gold ∙ American Authors All I need is a job that I love, and some friends at the pub, and a night full of fun, while I'm searching for a pocket full of gold ~On to the Next ∙ Tyler Bryant & the Shakedown Put your money in your mouth, roll the dice, make a bet Stack up your chips, watch me push 'em off the edge ~Long Live ∙ Taylor Swift And the cynics were outraged, screaming, "This is absurd" 'Cause for a moment, a band of thieves in ripped up jeans Got to rule the world ~Blood on Our Hands ∙ KNGDAVD We all got blood on our hands But we still got hope in our souls ~No Guts, No Glory ∙ Cassio Monroe Got me caught up in the middle, she as simple as a riddle Try to think of something clever, she's all in my head ~She Sets the City On Fire ∙ Gavin DeGraw New scene, next block, She'll be jaywalking right across while the cops talk, make you feel like a boss when your eyes lock ~Stella ∙ Cereus Bright I don't need anybody, I'm fine here on my own But if I needed somebody, It'd be you, I'd call my own ~Remember This ∙ Jonas Brothers We ain't gettin' any younger, to be honest, I don't care I'm not tryna live forever, I'm just tryna be right here

#eisza merik #swtor #this was avery fun one to put together and i will probably listen to it a lot

[ballersculture]

Memphis looses

In an NBA matchup on Monday night, the New Orleans Pelicans secured a win over the Memphis Grizzlies with a final score of 96-87. Leading the charge for the Pelicans was Herbert Jones, who put up an impressive 17 points. Brandon Ingram also contributed to the victory with 16 points, including two clutch baskets towards the end of the game. Zion Williamson added 14 points, and CJ McCollum chipped…

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#basketball #ja-morant #memphis-grizzlies #NBA #sports

[pastorpiratefan]

Jeremiah 9:23-24 ~ Chip Ingram Quote ~ Saturday, February 24, 2024

Chip Ingram writes: “Our distorted view of God is at the root of all of our problems.  We’ve created a god in our minds who only faintly resembles the God of Scripture.  These mental idols comfort our emotions, but they are powerless to deliver us from evil or transform our lives.  Left to ourselves, we tend to reduce God to manageable terms.  In other words, we shrink Him.  Faced with this…

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[epic-song-lyrics-showdown]

Random Assorted Artists with songs in the showdown Pt. 2

This is the second list of random artists that have been submitted. This is pretty much anyone that didn’t get many submissions. If you see a song and are like hey this should be somewhere else the answer is no. Unless there is a repeat of a song somewhere or the artist shows up on another list they are meant to be here. Check out the other lists here.

Somebody - Age of Madness

Finale (The Magic Shop) - The Muppets

Komm, süsser Tod - Arianne Schreiber

If I Didn’t Believe in You - Jeremy Jordan (The Last Five Years)

Iodine - Icon for Hire

Can’t be Erased - JT Music

My Ordinary Life - The Living Tombstone

An Unhealthy Obsession - The Blake Robinson Synthetic Orchestra

Welcome to the Family - Watsky

Infinitesimal - Mother Mother

You’re Gonna Go Far, Kid - The Offspring

Walking Disaster - Sum 41

Small Blue Thing - Suzanne Vega

Wolf in Sheep’s Clothing - Set It Off

Finale (Can’t wait to see what you do next) - AJR

Top Picks for You - Injury Reserve

Good News - Mac Miller

Gopher Guts - Aesop Rock

Close your eyes (And count to fuck) - Run the Jewels

That Scrooge - Team Starkid

Rule #9- Child of the Stars - Fish in a Birdcage

A Million Gruesome Ways to Die - Daniel Ingram and Black Gryphon

Chicken Man - Evelyn Evelyn

Open the Sky - The Stupendium

Poison Pop - qbomb

I.D. - go! child

These Hallowed Wings - The Stupendium

Finding Mr. Midnight - Random Encounters

End of the Rope - They Might Be Giants

Lo-Fi Children - Wild Party

Brass Goggles - Steam Powered Giraffe

Hypothesis - Penny Parker

What Will You Leave Behind - Max II

Light of the Sun - Rustage ft. Johnald

DONTTRUSTME (don’t trust me) - 3OH!3

Vulture - Bear Ghost

Pale Blue Eyes - The Velvet Underground

Suicide Romantics - Des Rocs

Sleep Now in the Fire - Rage Against the Machine

Never Let Me Down Again - Depeche Mode

Selfless - The Strokes

The Loneliest - Måneskin

Back to Black - Amy Winehouse

The End of the World - Sharon Van Etten

Who said anything (about falling in love) - The Hoosiers

Live and Learn - Crush 40

Choices - The Hoosiers

Sometimes - Nick Lutsko

Hellbent - Mystery Skulls

When the Chips are Down - Hadestown

Trials - STARSET

Take Control - Old Gods of Asgard

Ricochet - STARSET

Symbiotic - STARSET

Aura - Thomas Bergersen

Asking For It - Hole

Softer, Softest - Hole

Banks - Lincoln

Bury Our Friends - Sleater-Kinney

Unwritten - Natasha Bedingfield

Planet of the Bass - Kyle Gordon

Bi Bi Bi - Sub-Radio

VS SAYU - James Landino ft. Nikki Simmons

Teal - Wunderhose

All My Friends - LCD Soundsystem

Bad Bad Things - AJJ

Since I saw Vienna - Wilbur Soot

Brain Power - NOMA

THE MOST FASHIONABLE FACTION - The Stupendium

Superman - Ivory Lane

New York - St. Vincent

Old Friends - Scott Helman

Even My Dog - Katheryn Gallagher

Way Less Sad - AJR

IT’S OK - Nightbirde

Vienna - Billy Joel

Breaking Out - The Protomen

Atlanta - go! child

Enigma - go! child

Atlanta - go! child

I’m Enough - Early Eyes

Melody from the Past - The Megas

The Will of One - The Protomen

build a giant robot out of trash - qbomb

Believe - Hollywood Undead

If I Believed - Starkid (Twisted Soundtrack)

The Night We Met - Lord Huron

Hearing Damage - Thom Yorke

A Better Son/Daughter - Rilo Kiley

Nothing Left - John-Allison Weiss

Along the Road - Radical Face

Learning to Fly - Hills x Hills

Habibi - Tamino

HYACINTHUS - Aidoneus

Into the West - Annie Lennox ish

Two Birds - Regina Spektor

Sticks & Stones - Jónsi

Where No One Goes - Jónsi, John Powell

Together from Afar - Jónsi

Throw Me in the Water - WILD

Welcome Home Son - Radical Face

Hey Brother - Avicii

Here’s To Us - Kevin Rudolf

Hungover in the City of Dust - Autoheart

Burned Out - dodie

In Our Bedroom After The War - Stars

Glory - Radical Face

Older Than I Am - Lennon Stella

Brother - Kodaline

Devourer - Aidoneus

Forever Young - Youth Group

The Village - Wrabel

#epic song lyrics showdown #songs in the showdown