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aerypear · 10 months

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Hi hello? I heard you were the resident expert on Ratatosk :>

Any ideas/hcs on how he'd look in his true form squirrel coughhh anyway I am back to the DotNW fandom after 10 years and taking a swing at a fan design.

Your art is very beautiful 💜

Welcome to the Ginnungagap, how may I take your order? /lh

Your art is very beautiful 💜

Thankyou!

Any ideas/hcs on how he'd look in his true form squirrel coughhh anyway I am back to the DotNW fandom after 10 years and taking a swing at a fan design.

In the course of typing this out, this got very long, so it's under a read more for other's Dashboards sanity

I've drawn various versions in the past... oh god I'm old, this game needs to stop aging- 15 years. Imagined him in all sorts of ways. My favorite is personally the squirrel design another Artist made (I unfortunately don't have their username and nothing comes back when I reverse image search it so someone feel free to supplement that info if they know)

But we do know that on some level of Canon (Thanks to the manga), Ratatosk has a humanoid figure with a physique similar to Regal and Origin.

Isn't he sexy? /jk 🤣🤣

We also know, thanks to the manga, that the Sword Emil uses is not the same style blade Ratatosk is demonstrated as owning in the comics.

(Png Rendering I made ages ago for Cosplay referencing) Which leads to reason that Emil and Ratatosk developed a new fighting style over the course of the story and the only hints that the style Ratatosk knew are in Ain Soph Aur.

Emil likes to use the sword like an extra long fencing style sword, where Ratatosk winds up for the Ain Soph Aur attack like he's wielding a Back Handed Blade aka Reverse Grip sword. (which is just a sword with the grip handle that allows for it to be held backwards. You can see this technique in many Rogue type characters, and even in Naruto when they hold their knives backwards along their forearm) **Note that you can use backhanded blades forward like normal blades**

Richter mentioned (more like aqua but who's paying attention) that Ratatosk was very strong in whatever fighting technique he knew and that he had been injured going toe to toe with Ratatosk. And Before I go into my dissertation that Ratatosk would be an AMAZING volleyball player, I'll move on. >u>

Fortunately you won't have to labor too hard into imagining what Humanoid Summon Spirits look like as the First game gave us plenty of source material to work with.

As you'll see across the spread is that, except for Maxwell, Clothing is optional. Origin put on Boots and called it FUCKING GOOD ENOUGH. I also think it's interesting that Origin and Ratatosk have very similar looking blades.

Finally, I must Add that on the Centurions themselves (and I mean aqua and Tenebrae) you can See elements of their core on them. Color scheme, Markings bearing similar strokes etc. We also know that On Undine, Celsius, and Luna that they do have physical Markings.

We also Know what Tree Spirits look like thanks to Tales of Phantasia Narikiri dungeon.

Featuring Ratatosk's "Daughter" Norn. (She's made from the cuttings of his Tree)

So if you wanted to run off with a completely unique Idea, Here's a bunch of info that uses Canon source materials to help you along.

As for my Head canons... Cutie with red eyes, either Red or Raven Hair (but I like to draw him with white because that's fun too). Outfits I like to do a spin off of his Knight of Ratatosk attire that only the Darkness knows because I get the Sense Tenebrae fashioned it after something Ratatosk was comfortable wearing. Something that isn't super rough around the edges because Ratatosk's dissention into a harsh personality set was triggered by the death of his tree. Mithos (in Tales of the Rays) recalled him being a very Kind Summon Spirit, Seeing a lot of who Emil is in what he recalled of Ratatosk, but still sees that Kindness in Ratatosk. (That Ratty pants totally swears he doesn't have. And Nothing gets me more than Ratatosk having enough character growth to accept what happened and forgive his old Friend for what transpired. 😭I was expecting a hoe down drag out brawl and they gave me FEELS.)

I found One of the pieces where I based him more so off Norn's design elements. Old piece is old, made back in 2019. But I'm not seeing the other versions. I'll have to see if they are stored elsewhere.

#tales of symphonia dawn of the new world #tales of symphonia dawn #dotnw #ratatosk #emil castagnier #summon spirits #I cracked open my files like an ancient tomb of treasures which is only useful for art that isn't mine apparently #finding my own shit is like weeding through a sea of “1 2 3 4” “kajsdlfkjas” and “NameThatMeansNothingToAnyoneIncludingTheArist”#but also OMGAW blorbos #contains my art #but also contains not my art #the pear draws #tentative tag

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xxxdragonfucker69xxx · 3 years

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@lyhoradka tagged me in that post about five bits of text from written media that are burned into your brain and, kindly, gave me a theme of places. i am going to annotate this because i am a bitch

1. holy places are dark places. the wisdom that we get in them is not thin and clear like water but thick and dark like blood. - cs lewis, till we have faces

im almost certain ive misremembered this one but its better this way. clive what the devil fuck were you trying to say with till we have faces. burn it down and start over with this. i have a sidenote about hope faith and love but thats beyond the scope of this discussion

2. night falls. the workers put down their tools and point to the sky. “there is the blueprint,” they say. invisible cities, italo calvino

again idr if its sky or stars. this is the description of thecla from invisible cities, kindly appointed to me by my good friend venus. this is not the strongest one but it is a strong one and its for Me and i remember it. inna thought i was going to make this whole post about haunted houses and this one is completely the opposite; i’ll consider it aspirational

3. walk to the east till you can walk no more. swim east until you pass the sunrise; swim east until you pass the stars; swim east until you come to the edge of the sky. there you will find yourself on the shores of a different land. even in that place, they shall know your name, and mine. - adel, kc danine/unlikely flowerings, jenna moran

sorry i cheated on this one bc i looked up the attribution and found my memory was wrong. but i cut it up to match what i thought. this one is actually a combo with

3a. the sea will be the color night behind glass. then, slowly, it becomes green: first rain-wet slate, then darkest jade. green as fresh emeralds. green as remembered rivers - the sun beneath the sea, sunless seas

again ive hashed the first part of that but green as remembered rivers lives in my head rent free. these two live under the heading “an exile in the uttermost east”

4. THIS IS NOT A PLACE OF HONOR. NO HIGHLY VALUED DEED IS REMEMBERED HERE. NOTHING OF VALUE IS STORED HERE.

the warning continues of course but the basis is here. the idea that we cannot produce something so horrifying and terrifying that it does not also fascinate us, as you might guess, fascinates me. nightmare and obsession are such close brothers

5. a woman drew her hair out tight/and fiddled in the violet light/and upside down in air were towers/tolling reminiscent bells that kept the hours/and voices singing out of empty cisterns and exhausted wells.

in my head sean bean reads these lines in his civ vi voice. why did so much weird fiction pattern weird bits of worldbuilding after this bit. not that i am immune. voices singing out of empty cisterns and exhauuusted wells

BONUS CONTENT

so many things i wanted to add that werent written or that i didnt have memorized perfectly enough

1i. the, like, entire first half of to tundra by los camp, which i will reproduce below

meet me at st nicholas among the oaks behind the church that sway like pigtailed girls as summer wind whistles around your bare-shin knees and the forsythia leaves in the shade lay with me tickled by the feather reeds thats where the trees grow old under the ivys hold as you in my two arms equally safe from harm and in a hazy daydream our bodies married the stream and we broke down into pebbles and silt the water ran from the fields until the oceans we filled and found the seabed the comfiest quilt

there was more life in the weeds than in the few hundred seats that rose from transept to chancel to nave [...]

2i. prim leaves her father’s house. i won’t reproduce the whole story here but there’s a girl prim and her father is the god hansa and they live in a house of iron nails and one day her dad is killed and she has to go bury him and takes nothing but his corpse and a single iron nail. and she traipses all across creation and the void looking for somewhere to bury him but every time she tries his corpse shouts at her for being shit at it. and eventually she collapses, and drops the nail and it springs right up into the same exact house, and she imagines crawling in there with her fathers corpse to die next to him and freaks out and then

A pale face came before her and she was abruptly struck from her despair as though by a great hammer. A beautiful stranger had appeared, mild and tall, of milky flesh, spare in figure, but radiant in voice and visage. "I know you," said the stranger in a small voice, "you are Prim."

"I was Hansa's orphan, the slave, Prim," croaked Prim in response, "and now I am nobody, just a small dirty thing in great emptiness and here I will die."

"No," said the stranger, and the clarity and firmness of her voice and smile send a shock through Prim, "you are Prim, and Prim only, and Prim you shall be." And Prim there realized her tears had made a great pool and she was greeting her own reflection. And she fell into that murky pool and straight away it turned clear as crystal and Prim vomited forth a great black knot from very deep within her, and her body was scoured and lashed by the icy waters of that pool, and great draughts of poisonous filth and despondency were drawn in rushing gasps from her wounds, and her skin was sealed and her soiled trappings were purged and the caked illness and death was ripped away and she rose from that pool fresh and humming. Her back straightened and she scarcely thought on her father's corpse or the faintest echo of that iron house. That is how Prim left her father's house.

so basically abaddon scooped all of tsiy and every other haunted house writer in like five thousand words

3i. berenike

From my words you will have reached the conclusion that the real Berenice is a temporal succession of different cities, alternately just and unjust. But what I wanted to warn you about is something else: all the future Berenices are already present in this instant, wrapped one within the other, confined, crammed, inextricable.

4i. a ghost does not come to stand in the dark doorway of your room because it is an 18th century orphan girl named annie. a ghost comes to stand in the doorway of your room because the doorway is where things come to stand. - i am in eskew, david ward

the formats all fucked up now huh. this has influenced my thoughts on both psychogeo and necromancy. what a fucking guy. theres also the pope lick bridge one but

5i. i hope you will forgive me for including a bit from tsiy

I opened my eyes. I was kneeling at the base of a tree, at the top of a grassy hill, under starry night. Dad was standing a little ways back, head craned back to look at the tree. "What is this place to you?" he asked, looking around. The island came to an abrupt stop at the edges; it wasn't a floating island in space or anything, there just.....wasn't anything beyond the edge of it. Like looking past the edge of your own eyesight -- not the blackness of eyelids, but the colorless place beyond.

"I'll die here someday," I said, and meant it.

i really need to work on getting places and haunted places into the new draft. im slacking. but im also not allowed to go back and change anything rn or ill just never get anywhere

#visible cities #also sprach #christ this took a million years

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theninjazebra · 5 years

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Part 4: Renn in my fic series - In the Wake (or In Which The Codys Kinda Hang Out And Take Turns Having Messy Breakdowns). got another 4 parts planned after this.

part 1 Pope

part 2 Deran

part 3 Craig

fic under cut -

Renn.

A house with a baby is never fully asleep. A house with a coke dealer and born thief is never fully asleep either, but in this new life Renn finds she doesn’t startle awake anymore, never too deeply asleep to be unable to smoothly tap back into wakefulness.

She can hear voices coming from the main bathroom down the hall. She can hear Nick doing his soft baby breathing in the cot, and Craig isn’t in the room. Deran must be home.

She contemplates going back to sleep, but a check of her phone says Nick will be up for a feed again soon. Renn sighs, gets out of bed, finds a clean enough hoodie of Craig’s and walks on cold feet down the hall.

The scene in the bathroom is becoming familiar. Craig trying to wrestle Deran out of dirt, blood, and vomit stained clothes and into the shower, Deran hopelessly insensible, possibly crying, slurring dark shit when he could even form words. It used to be the other way round, Deran never really having an appetite for this kind of oblivion, preferring pure adrenaline and a bit of weed to soften the crash. There was a time, when he was .. 13? 14? he would get shitfaced on whatever he could get his little grubby hands on and Renn would help Craig wrestle him home. Hopefully this too would pass.

“Hey, I’m going to feed Nick in sec, you need anything?”

Craig startles, looks up. “Nah, we’re good. Sorry about this. Again.” Deran takes this opportunity to lurch forward and split his lip on the edge of the bath, feeling nothing. Craig swears.

“It’s ok.” She means it.

***

She ends up having to walk her baby up and down the road in front of the house to get him to settle again. Craig swears by it, says the sea air has healing properties.

Renn still can’t quite believe she’s playing house and babies with Craig Cody. And that she doesn’t hate it, that he isn’t fucking it up so far. Oh, it isn’t easy, and she has a hefty rainy day fund stashed away for the second it doesn’t work out. Nights like these, with fussing babies and little brothers keep them up, it’s tempting. Cut, run again. See if her cousins have any work going.

But she won’t. Can’t. There isn’t a word for what Craig is for her. Never safe or stable enough to last long, but always a shelter when she’s needed it most. And though they had never been exclusive, he is the only man she’s fucked in years. Who knows, maybe this will be different. A baby, no more Smurf…

Nick finally stopped grizzling, and they headed inside. The house is quiet when she gets in, Deran curled up unconscious on the couch in a t-shirt four sizes too big. Craig is still awake when she slips back into bed.

“You were right, that sea air really does the trick.”

Craig hums and curl around her. “Yeah, he loves the ocean. Can’t wait to get him on a board.”

“Not long before he can have his first swim.” An idea strikes her, she turns in Craig’s arms and looks up at his closed eyes. “We should do something for it. It’s almost like a baptism or a christening or something, right? But better. I don’t want him in some church, and your family isn’t religious, are they?”

Craig smiles, open one eye. “Fuck no. I mean, Pope maybe, when he feels like it. But I like your idea. Will be nice to have a celebration.”

“We could invite my cousins. They haven’t met Baby Nicolas yet.” Craig gives her a look.

“They know he’s my baby?”

“I don’t think they’ll be surprised. They were never going to hurt you. I’ll never hurt you, baby.”

Craig buries his face in her hair. His breath deepens and she’s just starting to drift back to the shallow sleep that’s become her new normal when Craig mumbles into her hair, “I’m worried about him. It’s getting worse. I don’t know what to do.”

“Yeah. He’ll pull through again. You’re doing fine.”

“Why do you put up with all our stupid Cody shit? You just had a baby.”

“It’s fine. I kinda expected it would be hard for him.”

Craig pulls back, suspicious. “Why?”

“Craig, I know, ok?” Craig frowns, is clearly trying to work out how to lie to her face, but Renn stares him down. She feels like a monster when Craig buries his face in her hair again, goes very still, and then a fine tremor starts in his hands and then down long limbs, to his whole body. He isn’t crying, but she thinks it’s because he doesn’t know how to cry about this. This dark, hopeless thing he’s carried for his brother for so long.

She remembers, like it’s a photograph, Craig’s face that night.

Renn usually tried to avoid the Cody house, but her living situation had been in flux for a couple days and crashing there had been the easiest option. She just hid in Craig’s room, avoided the rest of the family and Craig brought her food. Just like old times.

It had been very late, or very early, after a nice day. Lazy and hot, too buzzed and fucked to be worried about much. She had his complete attention, both of them lost in a warm dark world of their own.

They hadn’t heard the door to the shared bathroom open over the music - not loud, but enough to mask most noise elsewhere in the house. But she had heard Deran, calling to Craig, standing still and not-right in the doorway, half hidden in shadow. His voice had sounded… she didn’t know. Wrong.

The effect on Craig wasn’t like anything Renn had seen before or since. Suddenly sober and closed off from her, solely intent on getting her out and shielding Deran from her sight. The only clear look at Craig’s face she had was of soul deep heartbreak and despair.

Everyone had an opinion on how Smurf was with her sons, but Renn had seen it. She had spent the next two nights sleeping in a friend’s van and Craig had avoided her for months after.

“I don’t think you remember, but that time I stayed at the house…”

“I remember. You weren’t supposed to see that.”

“Yeah.”

Craig didn’t save her from her mother’s house, but did provide enough to keep her going until her Uncle Nicolas could come, sweep her up, give her shelter and a means to never need her mother again. And here in the dark, smothered in the Cody’s secrets, she couldn’t be more grateful.

***

Renn usually woke first to enjoy the secret morning time to herself. Just enough time for coffee and the ever present roar of the surf. Go through the night’s messages, work out who wants what when and plan the day accordingly.

The couch is empty when she gets up, but a groan and the sound of the toilet flushing means Deran has stuck around this morning. The look on his face when he emerges says that he won’t be ready to go anywhere for a while yet.

Renn makes herself some coffee, sets some water in front of Deran where he’s slumped at the kitchen counter avoiding her gaze. She gets why he’s embarrassed, but really, come on, they’d both seen so much worse from Craig over the years. Fuck, Deran had probably seen worse from her.

“So Craig and I talked last night. Think we might do a thing for Nick’s first swim in the ocean.”

Deran cracked an eyelid at that. “Yeah? Like what?”

“Dunno yet. Just invite people down to the beach. Get him his first wet suit. Probably want a party after. Wanna host?”

Deran looks confused, not ready yet to think. “My house isn’t that big…”

Renn fails to not smile. “No, at your bar, dumbass.”

“Oh. Yeah, that sounds cool.”

At that moment the bedroom door opens and Craig staggers past with an indignant Baby Nick in one arm, retrieves more towels from the hall closet and shuffles back to the en suite, muttering darkly about showers needing to change the sheets in the crib.

Deran groans and slinks back to the bathroom.

Renn pours herself another coffee and pulls out her phone. She’s going to need to work out a date for this thing first.

#my art #animal kingdom #animal kingdom tnt #Renn #sorry for shit writing #most if this was written and proofed after midnight #and i'm very bad at picking up mistakes #in the wake

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callunavulgari · 7 years

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SCRAPBOOK 2017 - TAKE TWO

Scrapbook for the second half of 2017, because tumblr doesn’t like it when you have a million links on one post.

Italicized titles = enjoyed muchly, bold titles = love, titles with an asterisk* = OBSESSION and titles in (brackets) are re-watches/re-reads. And lastly, strikethough = DISLIKE.

Goals are: read thirty-five new books this year (yikes, way behind), finish four video games (definitely on track here), finish writing and publish the Sabriel AU (eh heh), and write something original (does coming up with the idea count?).

MOVIES

June

Wonder Woman

(Doctor Strange)

Kiki’s Delivery Service

Bronson

Chocolat

Tristan and Isolde

(Moana)

Power Rangers

July

Spiderman: Homecoming

Mona Lisa Smile

Baby Driver

(Logan)

Ouija: Origins of Evil

(Star Wars: Rogue One)

Passengers

Atomic Blonde

King and I

Stranded

August

The Sixth Sense

(Armageddon)

Miss Peregrine’s Home For Peculiar Children

(The Princess Diaries)

(X-Men: Apocalypse)

Legend

(Silent Hill)

BOOKS

June:

Authority | Jeff Vandermeer

July:

Authority | Jeff Vandermeer

The Secret History | Donna Tarte

A Wrinkle In Time | Madeline L’Engle [Fin]

The Archived | Victoria Schwab [Fin]

Scythe | Neal Shusterman [Fin]

Shadow and Bone | Leigh Bardugo [Fin]

August

Siege and Storm | Leigh Bardugo [Fin]

Less | Andrew Sean Greer

Authority | Jeff Vandermeer

A Wind In The Door | Madeline L’Engle [Fin]

PODCASTS

June:

The Bright Sessions Eps 31-32

Alice Isn’t Dead Eps 3-4

Welcome to Night Vale 1-3

July:

Alice Isn’t Dead Eps 4-5

EOS 10 Eps 1-3

August

N/A

TV SHOWS BY SEASON

June:

Grace and Frankie

American Gods

(Stranger Things)

How to Get Away With Murder s2

Black Sails s2

July:

Black Sails s2

Grace and Frankie

Stargate SG-1 s2, s3

Doctor Who s8

The Strain

Boku no Hero Academia

August

Westworld

Voltron s3

Game of Thrones s7

The Strain

Yamishibai

Jerry Springer (Vacation w/ boyfriend’s family. Brother and friends are awful.)

VIDEO GAMES

June:

LoZ: Breath of the Wild (Definitely more than 40 hrs; Fin)

Dishonored 2 (Corvo Playthrough, 7 hrs)

Witcher 3 (15 hrs?)

July:

Witcher 3 (15 hrs?)

(Final Fantasy XV, 2 hrs)

August

(Final Fantasy XV, 2 hrs)

DELIGHTFUL FIC

June:

Running on Air by eleventy7 (HP; Drarry; 75k; Draco Malfoy has been missing for three years. Harry is assigned the cold case and finds himself slowly falling in love with the memories he collects.)

Slithering by astolat (HP; Drarry; 27k; Draco found the nest down in the Manor’s cellars, while he was clearing them out.)

Bitter Honey, Green Night by Faith Wood (faithwood) (HP; Drarry; 14k; An inn, an Auror, a criminal, a mystery.)

Hermione Granger's Hogwarts Crammer for Delinquents on the Run by waspabi (HP; Drarry; 93k; 'You're a wizard, Harry' is easier to hear from a half-giant when you're eleven, rather than from some kids on a tube platform when you're seventeen and late for work.)

Stately Homes of Wiltshire by waspabi (HP; Drarry; 57k; Malfoy Manor has mould, dry rot and an infestation of unusually historical poltergeists. Harry Potter is on the case.)

stranger things than polyamory by trepan (Stranger Things; Jonathon/Steve/Nancy; 3.5k; Somebody spray-paints NANCY WHEELER HAS TWO BOYFRIENDS on a wall she walks by on her way back from school in May. There are a couple of other students watching her as she passes. Nancy gives the sign a long look, then smirks at them politely.)

the heart its own rough animal by trepan (Stranger Things; Jonathon/Nancy/Steve; 21k; “Where’s her daemon,” says one of the boys urgently. “Guys, she doesn’t have one.”)

in the bone by patho (ghostsoldier) (Dishonored; Corvo/Outsider; 2.8k; It all began when Corvo started kissing the Mark for luck.)

The Sea and Stars Are Yours, My Dear, But the Moon Would Not Cooperate by NeverwinterThistle (Dishonored; Corvo/Outsider; 25k; The Outsider explores the murky seas of human courtship while Corvo watches in bemusement, and in the background Emily draws, Callista takes charge, Piero sulks, and Cecelia accidentally becomes indispensable. There's also a plague, a vase of asparagus, and about a hundred singing whales who randomly showed up in the harbour one evening.The squid is still wriggling.)

apocrypha by aerynlallaboso (Dishonored; Corvo/Outsider; 95k+; WIP; The Eighth year of the reign of Empress Emily Kaldwin, First of her Name, the second year without a whisper from the Outsider, is the year the Void chooses to mark the end of an era.)

a small soft death by patho (ghostsoldier) (Dishonored; Corvo/Outsider; 2.8k; “The finest steel,” the Outsider says, “is forged with true purpose in mind. Elements that enhance the strength of the weapon are carefully chosen, and those that make the metal brittle and weak are burned away. It is an exacting process. The most beautiful dagger will be of no use at all if the steel is not properly tempered. Do you understand?”)

in·car·nate by bygoneboy (Dishonored; Corvo/Outsider; 21k; The Void’s Chosen have loved him before.)

The Crown of the Summer Court by astolat (Merlin; Merlin/Arthur; 24k; "The king sent me to get you," Merlin said, with a tone that implied strongly that he wasn't rolling his eyes where Arthur could see, but just wait until his back was turned. "He said you're to get changed into formal clothes and meet him in the Great Hall, there's a delegation coming from the Summer Court.")

the king of oak by saltpans (HP: FBAWTFT; Credance/Percival Graves; 38k; The first thing Percival Graves does after being released back into the world is buy a new wand.)

Hi, You Were My Husband in Another Life, Professor by littlebirdtold (Star Trek; Spirk; 48k; Um, hi. I'm Jim. Jim Kirk. You don't know me, but I know you. Well, sort of. It's a long story.)

Bluebird by waldorph (Star Trek; Spirk; 7k; Jim whipped around so fast most of his drink ended up on Spock, who was reaching for the phaser that wasn’t there. The Enterprise crew was parting like the biblical seas before Moses, and Jim could feel the temperature dropping. “Mom,” Jim croaked.)

Misethere by astolat (Witcher 3; Geralt/Emhyr; 46k; Emhyr was looking at him for once, with a strange expression. “I have misjudged you,” he said, sounding irritated actually: how dare Geralt surprise him.“I get that a lot,” Geralt said.)

Blooded Crown by astolat (Witcher 3; Geralt/Emhyr; 24k; “You need not thank me,” Emhyr said. “I have an ulterior motive.”It annoyed Geralt to be surprised. He should’ve known from the start. “Yeah?” The words came out with a little bite. “Have another daughter you need me to track down?”“If I wished to hire you, I would hire you,” Emhyr said. “No: I want you to come to my bed.”)

Cursed by astolat (Witcher 3; Geralt/Emhyr; 8k; Geralt was reasonably sure this was the worst damn day of the worst damn month of his life, and it hadn’t hit bottom yet.)

July:

The War of Silver and Ash by astolat (Witcher 3; Geralt/Emhyr; 15k; He hadn’t come here with a contract. He’d come here to get the faces out of his head: the bloodless dead sprawled in heaps through the streets of Beauclair, the morning after the rampage Detlaff had unleashed; the blank eyes of the boy in the orphanage tilting his head to let Orianna drink from his throat, with the lullaby she’d been singing him still hanging in the air.Wasn’t working that well so far.)

A Year In Toussaint by astolat (Witcher 3; Geralt/Emhyr; 30k; Geralt had no damn idea what to do with a vineyard when Anna Henrietta gave him Corvo Bianco, but he figured it couldn’t be that bad.)

circling by xpityx (Witcher 3; Geralt/Emhyr; 5k; Emhyr sighed, as if Geralt’s lack of immediate understanding was a fundamental failure of his character.)

Running Behind by Asidian (FFXV; Prompto/Noctis; WIP; There's a tag hanging on his storage pod, instead of the clipboard that documents his progress. On that tag, there's a single word stamped in red: defective.)

Toys by astolat (Lucifer; Lucifer/Chloe; 2k; “You want to fuck me!” he said gleefully.)

Emblazoning by astolat (Merlin; OT4; 19k; Morgana turned away from the high, barred window and rubbed her arms, chilled and bare. Arthur was sitting in the dirty straw at the very limit of his chains, which kept him a few inches too far away to touch Merlin's limp body. Outside they were putting up the stake.)

Redemption Merry Go-Round by astolat (Lucifer; Lucifer/Dan/Chloe; 8k; Dan was deeply sorry for whatever he’d done in his life that had landed him in this mess, and also reasonably sure that despite all the shit he’d pulled in the last couple of years, he still didn’t deserve this.)

wild peaches by notbecauseofvictories (The Labyrinth; Sarah/Goblin King; 3k; The morning after Sarah Williams defeats the Goblin King, she gets up and makes toast.)

where the weeds take root by beenghosting (Supernatural; Destiel; 30k+; “Are you happy? Y’know. Just—being here,” Dean says, gesturing to the yard with his beer bottle. “Being with—I mean, you used to fight in celestial wars and—and save the world. Now you’re growing vegetables and talking about chickens.”)

damnatio memoriae by temporalDecay (Witcher 3; Geralt/Emhyr; 12k; “May I walk the estate?” Emhyr repeated, and his nose crinkled in that familiar twitch of displeasure that Geralt had always secretly delighted in causing, despite how downright suicidal it was to invoke it on purpose. “I'm not going to run away,” he added, with a slight glare. “I'm merely bored.”)

Heart and Home by lc2l (Les Mis; Enjolras/Grantaire; 97k; In an alternate Paris, werewolves occupy the majority of the ruling classes, making and adjusting policy to suit their interests. The punishments for a human attacking a werewolf can be brutal, unless they have the protection of a wolf pack.How this translates to 'claim Grantaire as your mate to get him out of prison' is something Enjolras is still trying to get his head around, but he's never been one to give up on a cause even when it's sleeping on his sofa.)

August

How the Future's Done by barricadeur (Les Mis; Enjolras/Grantaire; 12k; "Grantaire," he says slowly. "What do you have in that box?")

vocal ink by sarahyyy (Les Mis; Enjolras/Grantaire; 3k; “Officially, we don’t have a leader, everyone here is equal,” Courfeyrac says, keeping his voice low as Enjolras starts his speech, “but if we did, and we don’t, it would be Enjolras.” He looks over to Marius. “Do not approach him. Let him come to you, let him be the first to initiate conversation, and for the love of God, do not mention soulmates.”)

Years Since It's Been Clear by lady_ragnell (Les Mis; Enjolras/Grantaire; 10k; Grantaire really doesn't expect Enjolras to force him to move in with him when he hears how shitty Grantaire's apartment is. And he definitely doesn't expect Enjolras to want him to stay, or how easy it turns out to be, or the way Enjolras has a habit of doing his studying in the sunshine on the living room floor ...)

Tolerable (Inuyasha; Sesshomaru&Miroku; 30k; “The scent is not entirely unpleasant.”)

Silence Is the Speech of Love by lady_ragnell (Les Mis; Enjolras/Grantaire; 50k; Grantaire's life has a pattern: he pays his respects to Aphrodite, he goes to work, he loves Enjolras and provokes him because he can't bring himself to do otherwise.)

The Five Year Plan by Neery (Les Mis; Enjolras/Grantaire; 16k; Enjolras loses his memory. Thankfully, nothing unexpected seems to have happened to him in the five years he can't remember. Well, except for the boyfriend. The boyfriend's kind of a surprise.)

dance this silence down (the emergency room remix) by Fahye (Les Mis; Enjolras/Grantaire; 54k; He's sitting in a car with all of his belongings in the back seat and his hands wrapped around the steering wheel, admitting to himself that a stupid, dizzy firework of a one-night-stand with a man he'd barely known is one of the only bright memories he has right now.)

World Ain't Ready by idiopathicsmile (Les Mis; Enjolras/Grantaire; 185k; Enjolras presses his lips together. He already looks pained, and Grantaire hasn't even opened his mouth yet. That's got to be a record, even for them."I need a favor," he says at last)**

The Ghost of You by luchia (Les Mis; Enjolras/Grantaire; 25k; Grantaire moves into an apartment inhabited by a poltergeist. Enjolras haunts him, and Grantaire should really win an award for most complicated relationship status ever.)

box of secrets by nightswatch (Les Mis; Enjolras/Grantaire; 53k; Grantaire leaves his doodles all over the place. Enjolras collects them without knowing who drew them.)

Yes, Sir by mikkimouse (Voltron; Sheith; 8k; "Are you all ready to get started?""Yes, sir!" twenty voices answered in unison.Shiro's stomach flipped at the words. Oh, no.The soulmark on his right wrist burned, confirmation that his soulmate was one of the twenty people who'd just uttered the phrase.)

despite what you've been told by caseyvalhalla (Yuri On Ice; Yuuri/Viktor; 14k; When Victor falls, he goes down hard.)

these things take time by sonhoedesrazao (Les Mis; Enjolras/Grantaire; 63k; He’s always wary of making assumptions; even more so when Grantaire is concerned. He knows he’s not the easiest person to deal with. People either like him or can’t stand him, and it’s easy to respond to those reactions, but Grantaire—Grantaire is hostile and mocking, Grantaire scorns his beliefs, and Grantaire stays.)

In the End We Have Each Other by samyazaz (Les Mis; Enjolras/Grantaire; 50k; what startles Enjolras the most is that he manages approximately half a step through the door into the back room where they all meet before Grantaire rattles his glass down on the table in the back that he's taken for his own and drawls, "Is there something you forgot to tell us, Apollo?"That silences the room, predictably enough. Everyone breaks off their conversations and swivels to stare at him. At him, and at the baby carrier that he's got hooked over one arm.)

True Colors by lady_ragnell (Les Mis; Enjolras/Grantaire; 4k; The first thing that catches Enjolras's eye when he enters the Musain Cafe for the first time is the walls. They're a dull black that it takes him a moment to realize must be chalkboard paint, because near the tables there are words and doodles, and all over, even the erased sections are stained with faint colored marks like the walls have soulmarks.)

Hit Me With Your Best Shot by tellthemstories (Les Mis; Enjolras/Grantaire; 10k; Fourteen times Grantaire tried to kill Enjolras.And one time he fell in love.)

RSVP (+1) by tellthemstories (Les Mis; Enjolras/Grantire; 21k; When Enjolras is invited to Marius and Cosette’s wedding, he fully intends to ignore the ‘plus one’ on the invite. He’s busy at work and he has a lot on - he doesn’t have time for relationships. What he doesn’t expect is for Grantaire to invite himself along and then hit it off immediately with all of his friends.)

always there to remind you by estora, taywen (Dishonored; Corvo/Daud; 8k; Later, after he had killed a number of people for coin, but before he killed so many that he lost count, Daud was glad he had no mark. No soulmate deserved to have his words marked on their skin.)

( Watercast by Fishwrites (Voltron; Lance/Keith; 96k; WIP; Shiro has been a Galra prisoner for over a year; with his flight feathers clipped and unable to fly. Desperate to escape, he jumps overboard while being transported to the capitol on a Galran ship. Lance is a merman who saves him from drowning. Keith thinks Shiro is about to become mermaid dinner. Hunk just wants Lance to stop going to the surface all the time, dammit!))

DELIGHTFUL FANVIDS

June:

Multifandom || Tessellate (TYS: round2)

Multifandom || Bleeding out (collab w/ KatrinDepp)

Multifandom || Is this Real?

Multifandom || Insane Like Me (TYS: round1)

Multifandom │ Warriors

July:

the beast of america | percival graves

Get You Killed || Percival Graves

Percival Graves - Hit & Run

► Graves (+Credence) | Are You Insane Like Me?

Credence Barebone/Percival Graves || And I wanna fight, But I can't contend

[FIREFLY] - She always did love to dance

[Multifandom] - Dance with me

The Last of Us || Can't Pretend

The Walking Dead || Bottom of the River

Multifandom || Do Not Go Gentle Into That Goodnight

Doctor Who (Logan Style)

Spider-Man (Peter Parker) // Everybody Loves Me

Iron Man (Tony Stark) // Gold

In The Flesh | we're gonna die, die, die

In The Flesh || We're Alone Now

Fantastic Beasts || Step into the light

Stranger Things|| Knocking On Heaven's Door

Jonathan & Nancy|| Tighten Up

Multifandom|| Stuck.Broken.Dead.

[Multifandom] - One Word

Marvel | Human

percival graves | can't hold us

August

Hela // Castle

grantaire & enjolras - help me kill the president

Game of Thrones || Blood of My Blood (for 60k)

(GoT) House Stark | The North Remembers

(GoT) Jaime Lannister | Oathbreaker

Jonathan Byers || I'm not like everybody else

Uptown Funk || Marvel Universe

MARVEL || Can't hold us

GLITTER & GOLD || Multifandom [HNY●2017]

I'M SO SORRY | Marvel Cinematic Universe

David Haller [Legion] | Dysfunctional

(Legion) It's Better When it Feels Wrong

unless you make it real [Legion]

not today [yuri on ice]

Haikyuu!! || not today

Multifandom | Tame Your Demons (w/SnowLightxx)

Six Of Crows - Trouble

marvel || battle royale

(GoT) Jon Snow | The Targaryen Wolf

Arya Stark // See What I've Become

(GoT) Jon Snow || The Wolf With Dragon's Blood

MARVEL/DC || BORN ready

DELIGHTFUL MUSIC

June:

Johnny Hollow - Boogeyman

Sia - To Be Human feat. Labrinth

Lorde - Green Light

The National - "Don't Swallow the Cap"

The Growlers - "I'll Be Around"

The xx - I Dare You

Phantogram - Fall In Love

alt J - In Cold Blood

And I Waited All Night For You To Come, But You Never Did

Sia - The Greatest

Hopeless Fountain Kingdom - Halsey (Album)

History - Monakr

Wildcat! Wildcat! - Relentless (feat. Wynne)

Ingrid Michaelson - In the Sea

Cities in Dust Lyrics- The Everlove

Prides - Messiah

ODESZA - It's Only (feat. Zyra)

Metric - Breathing Underwater

Purity Ring - Sea Castle

Hundreds - Fighter

Labyrinth Ear - Urchin

Rasputina - Dig Ophelia

Sóley - Fight Them Soft

Soap&Skin - Boat Turns Toward The Port

CocoRosie - R.I.P. Burn Face

AURORA - Nature Boy

July:

Hamilton Soundtrack

Karen O - I Shall Rise

Miracle of Sound - Lady of Worlds

Annie Lennox - I Put A Spell On You

Woodkid - IRON (Sara cover)

Peronal Yeezus By Chambaland (Atomic Blonde Trailer Music)

Kesha - Praying

twenty one pilots: Screen

Lemaitre - Higher

Regina Spektor-Blue Lips

Zaz - Les Passants

Katie Costello - Stranger

Arctic Monkeys - Knee Socks

Silversun Pickups - The Pit

If I Apologized - Mirrormask

August

Les Mis - One Day More

Les Mis - Red and Black

Les Mis - Do You Hear the People Sing

Les Mis - Epilogue

Sleeping At Last - Mars

Hozier - Take Me To Church

Lynrd Skynrd - Freebird

You - Keaton Henson

Radical Face - All Is Well (It’s Only Blood)

Valerie Broussard - Trouble

Erutan - The Willow Maid

Imagine Dragons - Gold

Imagine Dragons - Thunder

Which Witch - Florence & the Machine

Paint It, Black - Ramin Djawadi

Honor For All - Dishonored

Daniel Licht - The Return

Patrick Wolf - Teignmouth

Ballet Breakup - RvB

WRITTEN FIC

June:

it's warm, this skin i'm living in (SGA; Rodney/John; 1,170 words; When he is thirty-seven years old, John Sheppard thinks about the universe.

it's good to be in love, it really does suit you (KH; Sora/Riku/Kairi; 1,694 words; “We’ve done dangerous before.” Sora shrugs. “Getting a mortgage was dangerous, but we did it anyway.”)

a hazy shade of winter (Stranger Things; Steve/Nancy/Jonathan; 1,863 words; In November, they build a tree house.)

July:

can't deny your appetite (SGA; Rodney/John; 4,031 words; John finds out that there’s a vampire in Atlantis the day after they’ve stepped through the gate.He finds out that the vampire in question is Rodney McKay four weeks later, when they’re all hunkered down in the yawning shadow of some crumbling ruins and Rodney looks at him, his eyes eerily bright in the darkness, sees the blood on John’s face, and says, “Oh.”)

August

caught off guard by you (FFXV; Prompto/Noctis; 1,671 words; “I just got you back,” Prompto says quietly, words muffled into the curve of Noctis’s neck.)

take me to church (Teen Wolf; Sterek; 3,129 words; Derek scoffs. “You want to take me back to Quantico.”)

FANMIXES/GRAPHICS

June:

N/A

July:

the salt water sting: wor·ship | noun | the feeling or expression of reverence and adoration for a deity.

The Flash | Fire Fire [Vid]

August

love has no heart: A mix for those with no hearts.

i believe in you: You love him. The story still ends.

January.

February.

March.

April.

May.

June.

July.

August.

#heather says what #scrapbook #heather writes

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1 EXT CHURCH. LATE MORNING 1

Leaves blow across the roof of the church. "Church of Mary" sign stands out boldly.

2 INT CHURCH. LATE MORNING 2

DAN stands in front of the church goers and delivers the sermon. He tugs at his pant leg anxiously. Close up on his eyes.

DAN Our faith grows in strength when we

profess it and live it even though everyone around us is making different choices. God strengthens our faith when we make decisions that go against our own comfort and desires because we believe His commandments are true. When we give up possessions and leave behind a materialistic lifestyle to live according to Jesus’ words, then our faith multiplies. It moves the hearts and minds of those whom we meet. It uproots sin and ignorance. It casts into the sea selfishness and hatred. When we place ourselves in God’s hands and trust that He will carry us across though we cannot see the way ahead, then He will reward us abundantly.

As we stand to profess our faith in an all-powerful God, let us entrust ourselves, our world and our Church to Him and commit to living His word with renewed fervor and confidence.

In Jesus name, Amen WHOLE CROWD: AMEN

DAN STANDING AT THE DOOR THANKING EVERYONE LEAVING THE CHURCH AND SURGING THEM TO LEAVE

FAMILY DAD #1 Hey FATHER DAN really goo-

DAN quickly cuts FAMILY DAD #1 off

DAN Thank you glad you can make it, you

don’t want to miss the raiders vs the cowboys today huh?

FAMILY MOM FATHER DAN you don’t know how much

your masses mean to me, it gets me through m-

DAN OKAY OKAY you mean a lot to me

also! Praise be to god. ya

FAMILY DAD #2 Listen DAN my 1st son is thinking about getting baptized because of

the message you passed the last Sunday about passage Matthew-

DAN YES! lets do it, do it soon. You

will have to talk with my manager.

FAMILY DAD #2 -but I didn’t know priest had mana-

DAN pushes FAMILY DAD #2 out the door

DAN YES we do, we do. We baptize- uh a lot.

DAN rushes out the backdoor to his car and looks around to see if there was anyone around.

3 INT. CAR. DRIVING, LATE MORNING 3 WIDE ANGLE SHOT FROM THE FRONT WINDOW AS DAN GETS IN.

DAN starts up his car and drives out of the churches parking lot. DAN then sees another family from his masses and they waves with such eagerness seeing him.

DAN waves back, but with a fictitious smile.

4 INT. CAR. ALLEYWAY, EARLY AFTERNOON 4

BIRDS EYE VIEW OF CAR

DAN backs into a alley way and looks around suspiciously if there’s anyone around. DAN lets out a big sign of relief and starts praying.

MULTIPLE SHOWS OF THE CAR AND AROUND IT

DAN ...your holiness amen.

Dan then lifts a cross joint from his lap, lights it up and takes a huge drag from it.

DAN GOOD LORD ALMIGHTLY THATS THAT GOOD

S***.

DAN takes a flask out of his biretta and take a big swish of it. DAN then finishes his cross joint and staggerly drives home.

5 INT. DANS HOUSE, EARLY AFTERNOON 5 FATHER DAN’S HOUSE

DAN pulls up into his driveway, knocks over his mailbox and stumbles all the way into his house. He sits down in his living room couch and starts looking around for his bag of weed. DAN realizes he’s all out

DAN then calls his drug dealer. SFX: phone button sounds and ring

UNKNOWN MALE VOICE

Hello?

DAN *Slurring words* Hey...uh hey

Johnny.

UNKNOWN MALE VOICE Uhhh sorry man John is not

available anymore.

DAN What the f*** do you mean?? Where

is he?? I need my shit and who the f*** are you

UNKNOWN MALE VOICE Umm I’m his cousin bro and he’s

out-of-state right now. Actually he does’t even live in this country.

DAN WHAT THE ACTUAL F***??.....WHAT?!

JOHN’S COUSIN Ya bro! The fool knocked up some

girl, married her and now lives in Mexico now. He said the business is WAY better down there and his boss is named Pablo or something, has been hooking him up with a lot of work!

DAN WHAT THE F***

JOHN’S COUSIN Anyways man, i don’t know anyone

that can get you your s*** but good luck homie.

DAN paces back and forth around his living room.

DAN goddamnit wand my other plug is on

vacation. OH S*** i have a medical card!

DAN starts throwing things and flipping over things around his house franticly looking for the card. DAN finally finds it.

DAN Ha Ha! There you are!

DAN looks at the card closely.

DAN GODDAMNIT it expired yesterday!

Dan then takes another swish of alcohol from his flask.

DAN Well i better go get this goddamn

thing renewed. Better speed down there before this buzz kicks in.

DAN changes out of his priest outfit and starts looking for his keys. DAN realizes must have lot them while he was looking for his card. DAN decides to walk to the doctors office.

ACT 2

6 DOWNTOWN RENO, NV. AFTERNOON 6

DAN continues walking down the sidewalk with no regard over his consciousness. He has dazed look in his eyes, clearly having too much to drink. He fumbles a few steps and quickly fixes himself, giving the impression he’s aware that he must act sober in public. He stops after a few more steps and has a blank face, realizing he does not know the right way to go to get to the Medical Marijuana Doctor’s office. He takes out his phone, dropping it on the sidewalk. He picks the phone up and turns it on.

DAN God Damnit

He realizes he had cracked the screen

DAN Shoulda called an Uber

DAN forgets about the screen and then looks up the directions and realizes it’s just around the corner.

7 EXT MEDICAL MARIJUANA DOCTORS OFFICE 7

DAN gets to the front of the Medical Marijuana office looks around him before stepping into the office, looking goofy making sure no one sees him go inside.

8 INT MEDICAL MARIJUANA DOCTORS OFFICE 8 DAN gets to the front desk and smiles at the receptionist

RECEPTIONIST Hi, how can I help you?

DAN I’m looking to renew my medical

marijuana card since I somehow misplaced mine.

RECEPTIONIST Have you seen a doctor here before?

DAN Yeah, I have. I believe I’ve met

with Dr. Jameson before, is he available today?

RECEPTIONIST Let me check. You are pretty lucky

he actually has an opening in 15 minutes. Just sign these forms and you should be good to go.

DAN Thanks. This is the best thing

that’s happened for me today.

DAN sits down after signing the forms and picks up a magazine. He flips through a few pages then comes across a happy family on one of the pages, then he closes the magazine quickly.

DAN Ef this day

A few minutes pass

RECEPTIONIST Dr. Jameson will see you now

DAN walks into Dr. Jameson’s office

DR. JAMESON Hope that wasn’t too long for you.

I believe we’ve met before Dan, you seem stressed.

DAN Yeah, I’ve been having pretty bad luck today.

DR. JAMESON What can I do for you?

DAN I wanna renew my card, I just lost

mine today. I just wanna relax with some kush.

DR. JAMESON Yeah sure, I can definitely do that

for you. First of all, why is it that you need a medical Marijuana card?

DAN Y’know doc the usual stuff,

glaucoma and severe pain. Not the emotional kinda pain but back pain, well it would sorta help with that that as well, since I’ve been pretty lonely, that’s why I joined the Church in priesthood to look for love. Times like this when I feel lonely I tend to lose control with myself and party too hard.

DAN (cont’d) Wait, did I really just tell you

that? DAN suddenly gets up, clearly about to panic.

DAN Is that that enough info doc? I got places to be.

DR. JAMESON Oh yeah sure, just take this to the

front desk and she’ll print out your card.

DAN storms out the office after taking the documents from the doctor.

9 EXT MEDICAL MARIJUANA DOCTORS OFFICE 9

DAN rushes outside and quickly pulls out a flask to take a drink.

DAN That was bad

ACT 3

10 DOWNTOWN RENO, NV. AFTERNOON 10

DAN walks down the sidewalk with a glazed-over look in his eye. DAN comes to a halt in front of a pair of double doors placed in between promotional graphics covering windows. DAN looks up to see that he’s standing in front of a casino. DAN opens his wallet; you can see his fingers flip through a few dollar bills before grabbing a 10.

11 INT. CASINO. AFTERNOON 11

DAN, seated in front of a slot machine, stares blankly into it with the same glazed-over look in his eye.

DAN God dammit.

12 EXT. CASINO. AFTERNOON 12 From outside, you see the door swing open and DAN steps out.

13 DOWNTOWN RENO, NV. AFTERNOON

DAN continues down the sidewalk, slowly. His stomach growls. DAN stops and peers down at his wallet to see a few dollars left. DAN looks up the sidewalk a bit and sees a sign reading "DELI / SANDWICHES". DAN then turns and squints across the road at a sign reading "LIQUOR", his focus switching back and forth from that and the deli.

14 INT. DELI. AFTERNOON 14

DAN steps in front of the counter, face to face with the worker.

DELI WORKER (clears throat) Howdy. (clears

throat) What can I get ya?

DAN Hih- (coughs) Hey, sorry, uh, not sure.

DELI WORKER Okay well a lot of people like

(fade voice to muffled sound)

DAN’s eyesight shifts to screen right, then back straight ahead in the direction of the worker.

RACK FOCUS OVER WORKER’S RIGHT SHOULDER (SCREEN LEFT) TO A FRIDGE OF SODA AND BEER.

DAN shifts his eyes back and forth from worker to fridge, a small amount of perspiration gathering on his brow. The muffled voice of the worker continues.

15 EXT. DELI. AFTERNOON 15

The door swings open and DAN enters the frame, lifting a bagged 40oz beer to his lips.

16 EXT. BAKERY. AFTERNOON 16

DAN enters from screen left, and slows to a stop in front of a bakery window.

17 INT. BAKERY. AFTERNOON 17

DAN peers through the window. In the same frame, a NUN comes into focus. The NUN checks warily over both shoulders, then reaches into the tip jar and grabs the cash.

18 EXT. BAKERY. AFTERNOON 18 OVER THE SHOULDER OF DAN THROUGH WINDOW

The NUN turns and begins to quickstep toward the bakery door. She looks up and connects eyes with DAN, causing her to jump. The bakery door opens, the NUN stepping out and facing DAN, a few feet apart.

NUN (choked up) I, I know that if I,

I’ve really never tried t-

DAN holds out his hand, palm facing the NUN. She understands to stop speaking. DAN rotates counter clockwise and tosses the half-finished beer in a trash can.

DAN It’s okay.

DAN extends his hand out for a handshake.

DAN (smiling) I’m Dan.

END.

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anarxy-blog1 · 7 years

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arthritis is a scary reality to the underground cannabis capsule producer.

I never pay someone to do something I can do myself. This applies universally to my life and is all encompassing. It includes most mechanically operative tasks as well. An electric alarm clock? No thanks. I wake up with the scientifically sounded sun, like clockwork each morning. Self driven cars? I don't even drive regular old cars...fuck that shit. Coffee makers? Actually. This is an interesting topic.

I worked my way through most of college at a small indie coffee shop. There was a time I would have considered myself a “professional caffeinated beverage maker”, but I don't like to be brag-y. Despite my extensive background in the coffee field, I would have never imagined that this is something I could or would ever want to do myself. (I loathe french presses....despise them) I just never imagined a time when I would want to be slowly pouring scolding hot water over my freshly ground beans...for whatever purpose. What would possibly be the reason and what would I stand to gain from doing so?

First, I am clumsy.

Second, I have a history of....obsession is a strong word...I have a history of enjoying fire. Probably a bit too much. Basically there is no reason for me to be around a flame of any kind should it not be a dire emergency or life and death situation. How could I possibly justify playing with fire every morning and BEFORE I am a caffeinated individual? If my life were not legitimately in danger. Can't. Wouldn't. Won't.

When I rented a room from a friend out West, packed up my belongings into a few bags and began to call her home my own...I was faced with a brutal realization. Not everybody enjoys coffee and thus not every kitchen comes equipped with a coffee maker. Fuck.

Not only that, but her kitchen...well, first. Her kitchen was fucking amazing. Spotless as shit. Granite and steel throughout. It was beautiful. It had a very few, very select group of appliances that graced it's counters. There would be no place for a coffee maker. Ever. At least not a traditional one. Her kitchen had standards (rightfully so) and no electronic blinking water boiling devices were up to snuff. Shit.

When I moved West to this horrifying reality I briefly panicked.

I sought alternatives. Tea seemed nice. It had caffeine and was a hot beverage. Two of the two most important features I sought in a morning beverage. It just...didn't cut it. At. All.

Living in the dessert is NOTHING like living in a major metropolitan area. Seriously.

Living in the dessert is NOTHING like living in a major metropolitan area.

I cannot stress this enough. There are zero Dunkin Donuts in the desert, no one knows what a WaWa is and there is a single, evil Starbucks 5 or so long miles away.

I had to do something. Desperately.

This is how I would find myself shopping for a “pour over” coffee maker. I don't want to make to big a deal out of this. But THIS IS HOW FUCKING MEN MAKE COFFEE. It is now my preferred method of preparation for hot caffeinated beverages, for sure. Manual peculation would come to define me as a man. It would come to represent a new approach to life. One where I do EVERYTHING myself. Because? Well. Who better to trust than oneself? Plus...I had found a loophole in my roommates no coffee makers allowed stance. Turns out a large carafe with a reusable filter atop is a suitable, sleek, addition to even the fanciest of fucking kitchens. I HAD FOUND A WAY BACK TO COFFEE. OR coffee had found a way back to me. Hallel-fucking-ujah!

Manual peculation is exactly as awesome as it sounds. You are slowly pouring scolding hot water over your coffee beans in a method that should mimic the slow drip of one of those new fangled electronic coffer machines. Drrrrrrriiipppppp. Drrrrrriiiiiippppppppp.

I don't know about you, but typically I set up my coffee machine (at least I used to), press a button and walk away only to return 10-15 minutes later for the finished product... COFFEE. I basically have no idea (professional career and all) how long a single cup of coffee takes to “brew” (answer: it takes fucking forever)

With a 'pour over', drip by drip you painstakingly maneuver your hot water, slowly pouring it over the carafe and filter until complete. It sounds so simple and it IS. But....

5 minutes hovering over some unbrewed coffee every morning. Crust in your eyes. Steaming water kicking back into your face. The sun barely visible over the mountains. Dark house. Cold floor. Hot water. It takes a lifetime. The thing is. It's the most gratifying damned cup of delicious damned coffee you will ever have. Each and every time.

The satisfaction of slowly simmering your beans. The anticipation of the hot, delicious caffeine infused water. The aromatic appeal is outstanding. It's getting me fucking hard just thinking about it. There is NOTHING like it in the world. THIS IS HOW FUCKING MEN MAKE COFFEE.

I would begin to take this approach to every aspect of my life. I began reading more books and watching lots of how-to videos on youtube. I am a capable human with opposable thumbs and a mind with the ability to learn, I mean...shit. Sign me up for...everything!

After this there would be only a few times that I would look to others or to machines to do things for me. One area I surely could have used the loving, guiding, mindless assistance of an automaton were producing Canna Caps. Tiny (vegetarian friendly :)) gel caps filled with approximately 1ml of cannabis oil containing approximately 25-30 mg of THC each. Tiny weed pills. Discreet doses of marijuana/medicine, I began experimenting with at the beginning of my time as Canna Juice.

It started out simple enough. My grandmother, who was 96 at the time, was suffering from an at times debilitating case of dementia. One in which she would drift in and out of sanity. Speak in tongues. Claim the devil was coming for her or that we (her family) were in fact satans helpers, out to get her and bring her to some ungodly (literally) place. One which she became violent (at times) and uncommunicable. A terrible and tragic result of a terribly tragic disease. I began by making her the absolute lowest of low potency cannabis oil. It mostly went into her food but eventually would be taken by mouth via the capsules. She would take approximately 1 milliliter of low dose THC and CBD oil daily. It would take me an hour or two to produce 2-3 months of medicine for her from start to finish. Filling a single “CAP-M-QUICK” tray was simple. 50 pills was nothing and was done in the blink of an eye. It helped her immensly. My mother would go on to credit it with her peaceful last year on this earth.

Eventually I started making higher dosed capsules for myself and then for friends. Not bad. Everybody loved them. They still do. Once every few weeks I would sit and bang out a hundred or two.

I wanted to see what my customers thought and so I started including free samples with every purchase (two caps) customers began asking to purchase them. I set up some of them with custom orders. I was making them once every week or two. Not terrible.

Then I fucked up and added them to my shop(s). I can't say for certain, but I did my due diligence and more likely than not was the first vendor/store/operation to distribute Cannabis Capsules nationwide. Fucking aye! A second first (the other being weed vaporizer juice)

I began carving out a niche for myself. I was dealing medicine on an illegal drug market!! (* the top two methods of cannabis ingestion preferred by the American Medical Association are orally via food or liquids and through vaporization). HAHAHAHA. I love that fact. I love that fact so much. It makes me so incredibly happy and proud. There will come a time when marijuana prohibition is a laughable thing of the past. One where marijuana will actually be recognized as the medicine it is and it's prohibition and ignorant and misguided period of time in the past.

And I can look back and say proudly, that I operated the first nationwide medical marijuana dispensary!!!!

Risked my life to do it. Risked my freedom. Risked my livelihood.

But, I couldn't be more proud to have done so.

Anyway. These Canna Caps would come to define me for better or worse. For the customers and patients. They now had a safe and reliable means to access the medicine that was largely still illegal in the United States (when I closed up shop exactly half of the countries 50 states have legal medicinal marijuana and four of them had legal recreational pot) I was filling a gap in the system. A much needed one at that.

Sometimes I fucking love myself!

One morning I woke up. Manually brewed myself a hot ass cup of expertly prepared awesome and then.....I found myself sitting there with a pile of empty gelatin capsules. Piles of empty gelatin capsules. Thousands of gelatin capsules. Thousands and thousands of empty gel caps. Over flowing out of bags onto the desk. Off of the desk onto the floor. They were everywhere. All waiting to be filled. Some ear marked for unfilled orders now a week or more older. With more orders coming in daily I was literally drowning in a sea of Cannabis Oil and vegetable gelatin caps.

Fucking arthritis is a scary reality to the underground cannabis capsule producer.

The irony of this all has just hit me. Here I was tirelessly filling these little gelatin caps with moderately dosed, homemade cannabis oil (coconut oil to be exact) a medicine many use for anti-inflammation among many, many other things and they were in fact helping to form the arthritis they would eventually help to subside.

Filling gelatin capsules with liquid by the hundreds and thousands is a tiresome fucking bitch of a job. It was perhaps one of the few work activities I actually didn't enjoy the hell out of....at least once the orders started pouring in and I started falling behind.

There are maybe 4 of 5 days over the last two years where I can look back in disdain. Look back at days where I would devote 12-16 hours of my time. Entire days. Tirelessly filling tiny gelatin caps with my huge hands. It was …..work. It was one of the only times I can honestly say a machine would have done this better than I. At least. The machine would have bitched and groaned a lot less. The machine would have been more efficient and cleaner and gotten the orders out on time. Or at least freed me up to take more orders, make more vape juice, design and print more labels, fill more bottles, process more orders, reply to more e-mails, package up and deliver said orders. In short, the machine would have been a welcome god send. But only that machine. And only for that one very specific process. Otherwise, fuck everyone else and the robots they came in on. I can handle this shit myself.

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