#forbidden lessons

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Lost Together II

Sequel to Forbidden Lessons

Warnings: possible dark elements such as noncon, age gap, abuse of power, coercion, mentions of suicide, depression, pregnancy and abortion, violence. Y'all know I do it dark and spicy. You have warnings, use them.

Note: I never really intended for Thor to get his own little thing but here we are.

Thots, comments, screaming, and feedback are welcome and highly encouraged. Thank you. Thanks all for following along.

As promised, you have a bed to lay your head. A room to call your own. For now. You're not yet convinced this will be forever. Loki needed to hide you and do it quick. You would hate to overstay your welcome. Especially once there's a squalling baby attached to you.

You don't have much. Thor found some clothes for you, freshly washed along with the bedding. Some loose cardigans, a few oversized dresses and some wool stockings. He apologised profusely that it was all he could get for you. You assured him it was fine but he was less than content with your affirmation. You're flattered by his concern.

You settle in, exhausted but without reason. You didn't do much aside from read an old book about a woman on an ocean liner, travelling to a new life. Every time you tried to help, Thor firmly but gently ordered you to stop. You'd hate to disrespect his home so you obeyed.

Little by little, the displacement fades away and you doze off. You sink into a deep sleep, on your back, snoring loud enough to hear in your dreams. For once, you make it through the night without waking up, but when you do, you hear a sonorous rumbling from the hall.

It takes a moment to remember where you are. You stare at the blank ceiling and let your eyes travel down the wallpaper. You roll onto your side and sit up with a groan, folding back the flannel sheet and thick quilt. You rub your shoulders and stretch out your neck as you stand. Ugh, you feel gross.

You rub your stomach as it boils. It isn't going to settle. You put a cardigan over your borrow nightgown and twist back the creaky oval handle of the door. You step out into the hall, the floorboards cold against your soles.

You turn towards the bathroom and as you make your way down, the low deep mutter comes clearer. You slow down even as the constricting in your stomach gets more urgent.

The door is slightly ajar. You can see Thor's shadow moving on the other side. There's another bathroom on the first floor, you might-- nope, you can't make it.

You knock on the door, more frantic than you mean to as you clap a hand over your mouth.

"Huh!" Thor grunts and the door swings open. He holds a wide brush with a furrow in his forehead as he faces you. You wave your free hand as you desperately clamp your other palm against your lips.

He moves and ushers you in with his arm. You don't think of how cramped it is as you race past him and flip up the toilet lid. You drop to your knees and hug the bowl, wrenching without restraint as your insides spasm.

"Oh, mouse," Thor grumbles over you. You wince as his large hand touches your back and he bend over you, "get it all out."

You have no choice. You heave until you're empty then hang heavily over the contents of your stomach. You reach up shakily and flush. Breathless, you accept a washcloth from Thor and wipe your mouth.

"I should've warned you. Any blood of my brother will cause trouble," Thor jokes as he gently squeezes your shoulder, "here."

He offers his hand and helps you to your feet. He cranks the four-pronged faucet and lets the water flow. You rinse your face then your mouth, before reaching for your tooth brush. He hovers behind you, his hands clutched over his large stomach as he watches you in the mirror. You spit out the toothpaste and look at him.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt," you saw as you wash the bristles.

"Not at all, I was only..." he raises a hand to rub his neck, "I... was trying to deal with this... rat's nest."

He lowers his eyes and you see how his cheeks turn rosy. You look at the counter and see the broken comb and the brush he held before. You glance at him again and notice a few shakes smoothed out.

"Oh, uh, did you... did you have any conditioner? Or coconut oil?" You ask as you face him. "It will help with the tangles."

He pets his beard meekly and stares at the floor, "I didn't think of it..."

"Can I... Can I help? It might be easier than doing it yourself."

He blinks and peeks up at you, head still tilted down, "you would do that?"

"Sure. Why not? I'm kind of an expert. My barbie's used to get all matted," you shrug.

"Hm, I suppose I wouldn't be able to get the back... my next option was the razor," he says grimly.

"Oh, no, we can handle this," you grab the brush, "so... let me see if I can find anything to make this easier..."

"I shall find a chair," he suggests."

You look around the bathroom but only find shampoo and soap. Not of much help. You hear Thor approach from down the hall and he enters with a wooden chair and a jar. Hr presents the latter to you as he plants the former on the tile.

"Oil," he announces proudly, "might be a bit old..."

"That'll do," you smile and twist off the cap.

He lowers himself onto the chair, his shoulders straight and set. You near as scoop out a little oil with your fingertips. You take a lock of hair and grease it up, putting the brush to the tails of it as you start to work out the knots.

"It's easier if you start at the end," you explain, "then you don't make new knots."

"Oh," he utters. "You know, you don't have to..."

"Please, it keeps my mind off of how crummy I feel," you say, "and really I don't mind."

"Mmm, I shouldn't have let it get so bad."

"Nothing that can't be fixed," you use your fingers to loosen some matting, working closer to the scalp.

"I suppose..." he murmurs and you notice his shoulders relax just a little.

"You have beautiful hair," you say, "it's a nice colour. Thick. Not like Loki's."

He snorts. You let yourself laugh as you continue on your task. He shifts but doesn't pull away.

"He's adopted, you know?" Thor says, "if you can't guess."

"Ah, well, that's... interesting," you comment; that might explain a few things. "I don't have any siblings."

"They are both good company and the worst," he chuckles, "how's it looking, mouse?"

"Not so bad," you move on to a new section, "but you might smell like coconut for a while."

#thor #dark thor #dark!thor #thor x reader #drabble #au #series #forbidden lessons #lost together #sequel #marvel #mcu #avengers

[darkmasterlistyouneveraskedfor]

Lost Together Masterlist

Sequel to Forbidden Lessons

Drabble series following the reader from Forbidden Lessons after Loki's Ending. (Thor)

Part 1

Part 2

#thor #thor x reader #forbidden lessons #series #mcu #marvel #au #avengers

[ariastarke]

You want SJM to write another book about training to fight because you can’t comprehend a female character being badass and having agency unless she holds a sword.

I want SJM to write a book about Elain training to be a spy because it plays on themes of everyone underestimating her, her powers as a seer, claiming agency in the NC, becoming a hidden weapon, and still maintaining the roots of her character.

We are not the same.

#acotar. elain archeron #pro elain #elriel #we already got the feyre and nesta found family books where is elain’s #i’m suffering #also i feel like there will probably be those self defense lessons as well but like #ESPIONAGE?? FORBIDDEN ROMANCE?? #i think about what sjm said about the wwii spies daily #also i could go on for HOURSSS about the parallels between the way feyre nesta and elain train and why emphasis is put on different things #for different sisters #but maybe that’s for another day 👀 #hush m #book. acotar

[torturedpoetemotions]

Actually the implications of John also being bisexual are so fucking tasty to me because like. OG John has no support system and no protection against the world except his own perceived strength so he learns to ferret out anything that can possibly be seen as weakness to those around him and that includes any affection or attraction he might feel towards men because nothing screams "stay in your fucking closet" like spending all your time around a fringe subculture of serial killing doomsday preppers in the Midwest during the Reagan era.

By the time he notices Dean starting to look a little too long at boys his age, he's probably convinced himself that whatever he felt (still feels but ignores) was a temporary youthful indiscretion, and of course Dean can't afford those, doesn't get to have those, he's got to be a soldier. He's got to be a better soldier than John, even.

I dunno I've just had enough conversations with family members who are loudly but somehow also mildly homophobic and yet say or do things that make me *eyeballs emoji* not to think this is not only possible but arguably likely.

#supernatural #the winchesters #spn #spnwin #john winchester #shifting my headcanon of john to the type of person who doesn't think of himself as homophobic if he ever things about it at all #and would even probably try to stop a hate crime if he saw one happening right in front of him #(or likes to think he would) #but also views his own queer desire--and thus that of others--with suspicion and contempt #like something frivolous that he simply doesn't have the luxury to pursue as a Real Man in the Real World with Real Responsibilities #and when you live like that especially due to your own choices anything that seems like a luxury you view with a certain level of contempt #so he's like 'heh must be nice to have time for boyfriends' in the most condescending and degrading way imaginable #in the same way he probably treated sam's affinity for academia #in fact i'd argue a lot of what we see from dean with regards to the way he mocks sam for certain things is probably just echoes of john #and what's REALLY crazy-making is the way most of these things dean mocks sam for early on later prove to be things DEAN actually does enjo #dean likes to read and he loves chick flicks and he gets excited about tomatoes and enjoys dressing up nice #dean learned early on that certain things were not acceptable for a Real Man from john bullying him out of doing them #and he does the same to sam #and one of the things he consistently mocks sam for in the beginning is his perceived sexuality #and sure we could just chalk that up to stereotyping but EVEN THEN that jives with the idea that #john simply put his own queer desire in a box labeled 'weaknesses real men don't have' along with idk a love of reading and salads and bein #emotionally vulnerable and sincere with people you love #and then he told Dean 'this is the box of forbidden things' #and dean the ever-dutiful son learned his lesson well

[donghuamuqing]

Mike is an immortal god-prince that falls in love with will, who is a poor mortal artist, after seeing a painting done by him depicting mike not as a chiseled statue of fierce stoicism and perfection, but the most like a human mike has ever seen before.

It looks like mike and it feels like mike and he demands to see the artist. They go into the friendship (though they both wish it was something more) knowing mike is a god but he was planning to make will a god alongside him or raise him up as a divine patron of the arts like a muse. However, somehow, will dies. He dies away from mike, either traveling towards him or meeting him somewhere. Mike catches glimpses of his ghost, sees him in the masters’ art studios, markets, arenas, theaters, and dance halls. He sees him everywhere but they never speak. Mike chases and chases after him wanting to be together again since will is technically still here, however will knows hes only still around because he has unfinished business with mike. He knows that if they talk, they reconcile and confess, wills reason for staying is no longer tying him down and he can “move on,” so to say. He knows that if they speak, he’ll never see mike again and he cant stand to let that happen.

And so the chase continues.

#my post #i come up with my best content in the shower bc thats Thinking time and boy. do i think #there are tales of the king and the ghost sad and powerful ballads of forbidden love #or even how one can become two and friendship and turn into discord because they dont understand the reason for will staying away #after centuries the story gets so confusing mike barely remembers what happened but he makes sure to write down what he remembers in noteboo #notebooks using his previous one as a reference #sees byler: hey i can make a fable out of this #whats the difference between a fairtytale and a fable is a fable teaching a lesson? #ill try again. sees byler: hey i can make a myth out of this #byler #denise dont be mad. enjoy the angst. savor the angst

[greybackpack]

So, I was pondering about scars. Thinking? I don’t know. Anyways, scars in relation to the trio.

For Elisabet, right? She lived on a ranch, and if there’s anything I know about living with farm animals, it’s that there’s gonna be some bloodshed. Both yours and theirs. What kind of scars did she get in her lifetime? What lessons did she learn from them? I have a faint scar from one of my mothers chickens, and like, I know now not to bother a hen when she’s stressed unless I can help. (Also my mom has a penchant for picking asshole roosters, but that’s irrelevant.) does she have a burn scar from that pine tree she set on fire? What marks are on her hands from working with robotics? Did Elisabet learn how to weld? What scars did she get during the apocalypse? Did she come face to face with the Plague? What scrapes and bumps and bruises does she have and what did she learn? I know damn well there’s calluses on her feet, because you can’t operate a ranch without breaking in some solid footwear. Did she listen to the lessons about breaking in hiking boots or did she hike in them and bleed? Does she have calluses on her hand, even though I’m sure the digitalization of everything must have made that less pronounced?

Aloy, for sure, has tough feet. The shoes she didn’t wear as a kid is like the practice of acclimatizing children to be able to walk bare feet in order to get thicker soles and stronger skin. (Speaking of which, how in the hell did she not get tetanus or something?) She’s got scars from machines, for sure, like most everyone else does. Which ones taught her to dodge better, to balance quicker, to parry a strike at the right moment? She’s got calluses on her fingertips from bows. Little slices on her hands that indicate blade work? Do her shoulders have scars on them from those slamming attacks watchers do? Torn up skin fro where scrappers caught her with their serrated blades? Broken and healed bones from stampeding striders?Pockmarks and holes from where bullets and lasers hit her? Her palms are rough, because she climbs rocks and trees and probably buildings. Has she ever twisted her ankles? That scar from Helis, on her neck, that taught her the reality of death and loss. What other scars would Aloy carry? What lessons did they teach her?

And Beta, who was forced to live both socially and physically isolated from people. We know she didn’t meet the Zeniths until Earth, basically. Did Eric torment her when they did (this is based on the whole psycho “watch the fear in other people’s eyes as he killed them” thing the dude’s got going on). She who also ripped out that focus/tracker out of the side of her head unhesitatingly the moment she could after realizing what the Zeniths were there to do. There’s a giant scar left on her skull now Did that teach her a little bit about how brave she could be? Did that show her that the spark of bravery and defiance and good that lives in Aloy also lives in her? Is it a reminder that she no longer lives under anyone’s will? That shes brave and lovely and even if there’s a hundred zeniths, Beta’s worth as much if not more than all of them combined? Does it remind her that she’s got people who cherish her for who she is and that she doesn’t have to beg for a scrap of attention and love? Did she get splinters after setting foot on a world not made out of metal and lights and water?

I just think scars are incredibly profound to who someone is as a person and the experiences they’ve gone through. Physically, anyways. Emotional scars can be linked to them, but they’re usually harder to spot right away.

They’re so brave?? They survived so much and yeah they’re not talking about it but they’re learning to live with it and learning to both grieve the experience and then learning the lesson and moving on instead of just avoiding it like Aloy did for the year and a half ish from Rost’s death? That’s incredibly inspiring.

I think that’s why I love this game so much, despite the questionable usage of tribes and savages and a bunch of other things (don’t even get me started on that). The story and narrative is so rich and compelling in how they show Aloy’s physical and emotional journey and the differences in how people process their trauma and experiences and how that’s all okay, because that’s just how things are. It’s just. I love it. I love them.

#horizon zero dawn #aloy #elisabet sobeck #beta hfw #aloy despite the nora #scars #horizon forbidden west #Helis #I have feelings #far zenith #ted faro #three am thoughts #headcanon #headcanon that Lis had chickens growing up #and chickens are painful lessons #have you ever been pecked by a hungry chicken #those things are evil when they’re hungry I swear #also did you know that chickens really like cat food #but also emotionally painful lessons #raccoons are cute #but so evil if you have chickens #I have so much raccoon related trauma

[retrowhatever]

Post #2 of my favourite Horizon fics. They are once again in order from shortest to longest. If you're in the Niloy fandom and haven't played Forbidden West and have somehow managed to not spoil the relevant part of it for yourself, stop reading now. I will still list spoilers below but it's literally impossible to write the descriptions without including some spoilers so you've been warned. I will also differentiate between Nil spoilers and general Forbidden West spoilers, in case you're like me and haven't finished the damn game yet.

Niloy fics I love:

Blood by quicksparrows - 1100 words / Mature - three short scenes featuring very Nil style flirting

An Old Carja Tradition by mythicait - 2200 words / Teen & Up - Vanasha and Nil in cahoots to get Aloy to kiss him

Thrill of the Hunt by myworldisbiworld - 2300 words / Explicit - Nil is a tease and I'm here for it

Peach Full of Poison by Her_Madjesty - 3900 words / Mature - Nil teaches Aloy about kissing via peaches

Mount Up by @missameliasmithers - 4600 words / Explicit / HFW Nil spoilers - smut that uses the "back to slay your demons already, Nora?" line as a jumping off point

I Alone by @kittleskittle - 4700 words / Explicit / HFW Nil spoilers - what if they banged before she won the race?

A Quiet Place by @radiant-avad - 5700 words / 2 chapters / Explicit - smut where killing bandits is foreplay

Five Wounds by TruantPony - 7800 words / 5 chapters / Teen & Up - Nil leans into his gentleman side to show Aloy different kinds of kisses

people like us by @tciddaemina - 16K words / Mature - one of the many great fics providing a little more "context" to the bandit camp storyline in HZD

Wicked Games by Her_Madjesty - 40K words / 6 chapters / Explicit - sex pollen but also slow burn, Nil in chapter 4 is going to be seared into my brain for a looooong time

Flame and Shadow by @poppypopp - 63K words / 24 chapters / Explicit / Forbidden West spoilers but also canon divergence so it's not too bad - Nil joins the GAIA gang, Beta and Zo also get great characterization

Honourable Mention: Stormbirds and Stalkers: A Tale of Aloy and Nil by @pikapeppa - 100K words / 25 chapters / Explicit - are you really a Niloy fan if you haven't read the #1 Niloy fic on ao3? Almost too sweet for me because apparently I like my murderous psychopath to also be an asshole, but I love Nil's characterization as neurodivergent

As before, I used the tumblr @'s that I could find, please let me know if I missed anyone! And give me your Niloy recs, because I cannot get enough.

Part 1: Ereloy recommendations

#horizon #horizon zero dawn #horizon forbidden west #hzd #hfw #niloy #aloy #nil #ao3 #fanfic #today's lesson is I'm into ereloy for the romance and niloy for the smutty smut smut #seriously the difference in rating for these two lists is hilarious to me #nil and vanasha hanging out is dangerous for everyone around them and I want more fics where they're friends #someone please tell me Her_Madjesty is on tumblr because godDAMN I need them to know what that scene with nil leaning on the tree did to me #words i said

[fogsblue]

Aloy gives Kotallo one on one focus lessons

horizon pm

#look someone should get some nice lessons with Aloy #and welp #kotaloy #aloy #kotallo #horizon forbidden west #hfw #horizon #aloy x kotallo #(there's definitely #smooches later) #fogs game stuff

[learningitaliano]

Giorno 9/?

Oggi è stato un giorno molto bello: mi sono alzata tardi (yay, i vantaggi del weekend!) e ho scitto per alcune ore. Sto scrivendo una storia ed oggi ho fatto buoni progressi. Il pomeriggio, ho avuto una lezione su italki che è andata bene, visto che non ho studiato italiano da settimane 😅 La sera, ho guardato un “live stream” di un concerto dei Queen (ancora una volta questo gruppo, scusate 😂), e poi ho ordinato una bella pizza e chiacchierato al telefono con un’amica. 

@sayitaliano (only if you’re not too busy and if you feel like it ❤)

#100happydayslangblr #italian #learning italian #italian language #corrections welcome #tbh I've ignored the existence of the italian language for the past 3 weeks #I'm glad I haven't forgotten EVERYTHING #the italki lesson was so much fun actually #we talked about forbidden or crazy things we've done in our lives #we laughed so much

[scrollsfromarebornrealm]

When you need to get your training on, but you can’t exactly pop off inside the city...

(while the guys and Riven are more than capable of restraining themselves, finding open spots out in the wilderness to train where they don’t have to hold back is definitely a plus)

#ffxiv #ffxiv sage #ffxiv dragoon #ffxiv sge #ffxiv drg #ffxiv gpose #ffxiv gposers #the forbidden tools #mathye: when you need to smack down a hatchling #reinhardt: when you need to teach an old man a lesson #not pictured: dragoons out in the area taking bets

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Lost Together I

Sequel to Forbidden Lessons

Warnings: possible dark elements such as noncon, age gap, abuse of power, coercion, mentions of suicide, depression, pregnancy and abortion, violence. Y'all know I do it dark and spicy. You have warnings, use them.

Note: I never really intended for Thor to get his own little thing but here we are.

Thots, comments, screaming, and feedback are welcome and highly encouraged. Thank you. Thanks all for following along.

You watch Loki drive off from the open door. The urge to run after him makes you sway but you resist. There's nothing else he can or will do for you. As ever, his kindness has a firm limit. Not truly generous, more obligatory.

That man, his brother, who bears no resemblance to him, shuffles around the foot of the stairs. You push the door shut and face him. He works incessantly at the table along the side of the staircase, brushing it with a long handle duster. He recoils suddenly and buries his nose in the crook of his elbow, expelling a thunderous sneeze.

"Uh," you feel a tingle yourself, "let me get the windows."

You scurry over the window to the left of the front door and pull back the heave drapes one at a time. The stirring of fabric releases another cloud of neglect. You stand on your toes to untwist the clasp and push the hinged panes outward.

You're out of breath as you cross to the other, doing the same and letting in the afternoon sunlight. Thor continues his diligent dusting, turning over a vase to dump out the build up within.

"Uh, I never knew Loki had a brother," you begin awkwardly.

"And I didn't know he had… you," he grins, the words amicable despite their intonation.

"Well, really, he doesn't… he's more stuck with me, I think."

"Ah, of course, why else would he leave you here," he turns to fix a frame on the wall, "apologies for the state… things have… gotten ahead of me."

"It's fine," you shrug.

"Would you like to put some music on?" He waves to you with the duster and points through the archway to your right, "my father left me his collection."

He directs you ahead of him with the sweep of his arm. You hesitate but go into the dark expanse of the new room. You hear a click and crackle and dozen bulbs light up overhead. A mosaic shade houses the glow and warms the space.

"There," Thor stands beside you, pointing to the corner before stepping ahead of you.

He goes to what looks to be a chest of drawers. There is a door to one side but no others. He nears and clutches the top, popping up the thin wooden lid to reveal a record player set into the peice of furniture.

You approach as he nods, "records are inside," he says.

You run your hand along the wooden door, the front woven with thin slats. You hook your finger into the handle and ease it open with a squeak. You bend to look at the collection within.

"Choose," he orders, "I'm not very picky."

You nod and thumb through the album covers, settling on Judy Garland at the at Carnegie Hall. You take it out and wipe off the front, holding back a sneeze. Thor offers to take it and you hand it over as he reads the title.

"Ah, one of my mother's," he beams as he slides out the record, "you have old-fashioned taste."

"I… guess," you clap your hands off as he puts the needle on a flips the switch.

"Please," he hovers his hand above your shoulder and stretches his arm towards the long couch, "you needn't help. You should keep off your feet."

He cross the room and shakes out the throw, thumping on the cushions to knock out the dusty residue. He hums and clucks.

"It'll do for now," he turns to you, "please, I will fetch some of… some old books."

"I don't mind. I'm not very far along, you know?"

"My mother would faint to think I let an expecting woman lift a finger," he shakes his head, "do you like tea? Oh, what kind of tea can you have…" he puts a finger to his chin, his matted beard straggling down to his chest.

"Let me make the tea," you offer.

"Little mouse," he puts his hands up, "you must relax," he pats the arm of the couch, "I promised Loki I would look after you."

"But…" you swallow your argument. It is his house. He might be embarrassed to share the mess with you. Better he cleans it himself, besides you're very tired. "Alright," you relent and come forward, "thank you, Thor."

He smiles and doesn't move until your sat in the corner of the couch. He retreats, almost reluctantly, and you languish in the rich crooning of Judy and the buzzing awe of her audience. You lean your head in your hand, you elbow over the rest. You can't help but think how sad this place has been after seeing its occupant.

He mentioned a woman, Jane. Perhaps his wife, and his parents. All gone. You suppose he needs some hope. His excitement nips at your dread. How can your life sentence be his chance to start again?

You hear distant clank and sit up straight. You shimmy to the front of the cushion but keep from standing. He can manage himself, you just have that inherent need to help.

Your eyes rove the darkened edge of the room. A spacious den with bookshelves along one wall, two armchairs to match the sofa, a long coffee table on an intricately patterned rugs, a console table behind the sofa and a bench before the unlit fireplace.

"I found some herbal tea," Thor announces as he startles you, "hope you don't mind blueberry."

"That's good," you accept as he comes around with a dainty tea cup on a saucer. It looks ridiculous in his hands.

"Right, yes, books," he puts it on the square table by your elbow, "you like reading?" He goes to the bookshelves, "I suppose you have the pick of the lot. I'm not very attached to any of them."

"Thanks," you say again, "really, it's so nice of you–"

"I will have a room ready for your tonight," he declares as he spins on his heel, "yes, you need somewhere to sleep."

You give a smile, the only response you can muster before he's lumbering out, rambling about clean sheets and extra pillows. Well, he is very much unlike his brother.

#thor #thor x reader #dark!thor #dark thor #not 100 on how dark or if so really #lost together #mcu #marvel #sequel #forbidden lessons #au #avengers #series

[uniquevocashark]

That long post about igraines murder spree for rosemary will probably have some Very Horrible moments maybe I'll put it in the forbidden happy end fic as a flashback instead idk

#the forbidden happy end fic #i have to do an essay but #i wanna blorbo post so here #something something igraine tortured and murdered like 12 people #half of them in front of children as a horrifying life lesson something something

[hzdtrees]

Lake, rivers and the blight

#horizon forbidden west #hfw #hfw photomode #it's almost 10pm and i should probably have dinner #so the titles on these just get increasingly descriptive as i run out of ideas #the lancehorns on top are having swimming lessons #but are not entirely sure about the whole thing #i mean #how are non-aquatic machines doing with swimming anyway #burrowers clearly can swim but i'd consider them as more of a hybrid type #but what about sawtooths? #(oh wait they didn't make it into the west) #ravagers then? #the tallneck down at the coast doesn't seem to be too bothered by being submerged #but it doesn't swim per se

[qveenpoppy]

i feel like i’m almost more excited for z3 than i was for the other films bc i just really love alien media. i mean, like, humanoid alien media. star-crossed, roswell new mexico (which admittedly i am behind on bc i never watched s3 but hopefully i’ll catch up at some point), books like dark energy and dark side of nowhere... ugh. i just *slams fist* really love alien stories okay

#mostly it's that forbidden romance of alien/human i adore but still #it's a fun genre it offers a lot of implications and opportunities for lessons #zombies 3

[booksandmore]

POV: your an innocent pinoy student doing your school work and but your school slay on fleek pero shookt ka parin bruh

#lodi ano to? #this reminds me of thoses slang dictionarys (?) for older people #guess what are lesson for today is!! its the Philippine classic florente at laura #'ang mg dayuhan ay walay pakialam sa mga paghihirap ng mga Pilipino' yassss go off queen😍😝✨✨❤️👑☺️ #shookt ang lahat bruh #Philippines #pinoy #school #'ang temang pagmamahalan sa florente at laura ang swak sa panlasa' new forbidden snak guys!! its themes of love #'hindi keribels ang mga Pilipino' sums things up a lot lmao #this came at a good time actually i was about to have a mental breakdown filipino is NOT my favourite subject #tagalog #kung ganto palagi nag filipino instead of grammar at kung ano-ano then it would be my favorite #i can't belive my text book is teaching me slang like thats very how do you do fellow kids of you

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The Tale of Peter Rabbit

“The Tale of Peter Rabbit” is a classic children’s book written and illustrated by Beatrix Potter. First published in 1902, the story follows the mischievous adventures of a young rabbit named Peter as he disobeys his mother’s warning and ventures into Mr. McGregor’s garden. Here’s the full story: Once upon a time, in a cozy little burrow, lived four little rabbits named Flopsy, Mopsy,…

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