#like I actually pictured this scene being in some underground bunker I think?

[papirouge]

(Confining with your conspiracy theories) With the boston bombing one, Hulu is making a documentary trying to tie the older brother to some random triple homicide that happened that’s suppose to come out soon. Like, what? He was literally being followed by the fbi. So much that his own mother and father had spoken with them because he was confused as why they wanted him. Yet he had the time to commit something like that? (I wonder if cloning was involved? Are they used an actor to be him?) They are really trying to hard to make sure the public is kept asleep on this because nowadays, I do see more people point out how the whole thing was a hoax when the topic is brought up. I feel terrible for their parents too... They say their sons are innocent. Just like how they had those “real truth” documentaries on 9/11 — Hulu is working on it’s programming for the masses so we don’t ask questions. We’re just told that they just were randomly ~radicalized~ just like 911. Rinse and repeat.

now, we see more people generally snapping in public that I think can be due to the elites long game strategy of poisoning our food, water and air. We’re loosing our health and sanity. Shootings will happen more, stabbings, attacks. They are watching us slowly poisoning ourselves and hurt our communities for their amusement.

I don’t know about half demon/half human hybrids as I thought they were giants in the Bible that have been dead for a while lol. But maybe they’re different types? Same with reptilians. My limited knowledge is that they’re very arrogant and actually don’t like humans at all and will refuse to be near us. I guess that depends too.

Also have you noticed how people are now aware of the mega rich elites buying underground bunkers in remote areas? Lol these elites think they can destroy the world and then wait out Armageddon. They are DEFINITELY planning for the world to end soon

While I totally agree that cloning might be at a stage much more advanced than we think, I feel like this cloning isn't as much pervasive in psy-op as we think. If the bomber has been delta programmed, it's totally possible that his family was right for saying this was totally out of character of him and him actually doing what he did (not a clone).....while being followed by the FBI. We all know the government is cahoot with these mind control programs. I am sure they already use these mind controlled super soldiers at war. Delta programmed individuals are literally programmed to not feel fear or emotions, making them more reliable than regular humans - they are perfect plant for spying operations or double agents.

I hardly watch documentaries on mainstream medias, but I couldn't not notice the flat earther stunt that's been festering in the truther scene. That's no coincidence. I've been an observer of that scene since decades now, and it wasn't much of a thing up until ~5 years ago. Debating whether earth was round was totally out of the picture. Imo this whole flat earther thing is an attempt to make the movement lose credibility.

For the overall rise of crimes, many people say the lead in water and processed food was the reason of the sudden rise of serial killers, esp in the USA. I'm on the fence about this theory bc that wouldn't explain why most criminals are men and not women - while we all eat the same food and drinks the same water. I think spirituality plays a role too, but they effect men and women differently (not only through crimes).

For reptilians the info I gathered is that they have different type of personality, some being more aggressive than others. But I know that reptilians are actually demons (shape shifter) and that they're fooling people into making them thinking they're from space of whatever... They're the spawn of the devil and we should invoke fury of lord Jesus upon them.

David Icke has to be taken with a huge pinch of salt (he's deep into new age stuff) but he had interesting stories about reptilians. He once interviewed a person saying the English Crown was full on reptilian and had seen the queen as a giant lizard... I think that was the demons channeled by these demonic bloodline that's why all monarchy are interbreeding. That's why they killed Diana, bc she was mingling with that Arab businessman and that it was unacceptable for the bloodline to be "stained". Don't you find interesting that Megan Markle is a remote blood relative (cousin) of her prince husband? She's mixed but somehow Black women identify to her (lol) when it's obvious the Crown would've NEVER let a pure Black person to stain the demonic Royal lizard blue blood. Look up Fritz Springmeier and it's conference about the 13 satanic bloodlines.

The English Crown is one of them, but there are several other accross the world, and even one in Asia. That's why David Icke entertains the idea that Africans were the original human living on earth (and that the Whites are 'artificial' crossbred from reptilians who came 'from space') because we don't have reptilian lineage. I know science is finding unique stuff into African women DNA but ultimately I don't think that means other races aren't from earth lol But I definitely think channelling demons can alter DNA (I heard that even pregnant women had their blood type change??!!) . That would explain why some geographic principalities are more prone to Power and technologic progress: it's a deal with the demons : blood & soul for power & knowledge. I'm planning to read the book of Enoch bc this book explains how demons gave forbidden knowledge to men (weaponry, drugs, astrology, etc) for self destruction.

#papi conspiracy #answered

[owlwinter8]

"Don’t be shy. Jester called more than one favour tonight to make sure you both leave in one piece." -Fanart for Hush Now by @corpse-art !! <3

#philza #philza fanart #dream smp #dark sbi #hush now fanart #dream smp fanart #mcyt #THE ART GRIND CONTINUES ONCE MORE #good to be back :'))))) #also pls forgive if the background is not biblically accurate per se #like I actually pictured this scene being in some underground bunker I think? #but i wanted to make the lighting real spicy so here we are #had so much fun with that lighting too #stay tuned because I'm planning on doing a lot more dark sbi fanart soon (TM!!) #fanart for fanfic #rosa’s art

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Chapter 31: Star Death Reality Show (XIV)

He did it!

He actually did it!

After running out of this corridor and reaching a safe corner, Qi Leren's flying heart finally fell back to his chest. He collapsed on the ground from how much he had been drained of all his strength, left only with the strength to pant.

Qi Leren had loaded the save file three times in a row just now, that is, he had done it for the first time since the Witchcraft Sacrifice task. He clearly remembered that the last time he had loaded it like this, he couldn’t stand at all afterwards. Today, however, he had loaded the file three times in a row in this extremely challenging high intensity, but he had still been able to burst out of that corridor of death with explosive force… This was not only a breakthrough in physical fitness.

Qi Leren looked at his hand with a hint of thoughtfulness.

Was it because Maria had given him the blessing of the holy light? Since then, although Chen Baiqi let him know every day that his limit was far higher than he imagined, his training days were limited and he couldn't have advanced by leaps and bounds to this extent, even entering the state of "breaking the shell" as described by Chen Baiqi.

In the last few seconds after the file had been loaded when he had run out of the corridor, he definitely broke through the limits of the human body. This was true for speed, agility, willpower, and judgment. Even now that he was out of danger, this breakthrough after exceeding the limit still benefited him greatly.

Qi Leren looked deep into the corridor, and under the faint light he could clearly see the details that he should not have been able to see—peeling walls, broken corners, scattered folders... He hadn't had such good night vision before.

The weakness of his body brought a strong sense of insecurity. Without the peeping eye of the camera, Qi Leren took out a strength potion and drank it steadily, waiting quietly for his body to adjust. His physique was much better now than before. Even if he was trained hellishly one day, he could always continue to exercise without the soreness of exhausted muscles the next day, which made Chen Baiqi very pleased. She had praised him for being much better than she had been, having the ghost-like appearance of a dead dog every day—Qi Leren felt that she was also pretty harsh towards herself.

After his physical strength was restored, Qi Leren stood up and continued to move forward, taking every step carefully.

The scope of this underground facility was huge, so it wasn’t clear whether it was an air defense facility or an underground research institute. However, from what he could see, it was not a particularly high-tech type of place, but rather it had the Soviet architectural style of the Cold War period. The most incredible thing was that this underground facility had electricity! When Qi Leren walked in front of a closed door and pressed the switch, the iron door would still open. It seems that after entering it, there is no detection system like the laser corridor.

What the hell was this place? Qi Leren, filled with doubts, carefully continued to move forward. This underground space was so large that there were even elevators leading levels deeper underground. Because he couldn't read the alien words, Qi Leren could only guess a little from the symbols. There were danger warning signs everywhere. He feared that this wasn’t an air defense facility, but more likely an underground military base built to prevent nuclear war.

However, when this door was opened, the pictures that appeared in front of him made Qi Leren forget his many speculations and affirmed his original expectation.

This was an underground research institute!

This room was as big as two basketball courts and thick pipes ran along all of the walls, ceilings, and floors, so it was impossible to tell where the light source came from. And in the middle of the room, countless column-shaped growth chambers were like rows of pillars, spreading before his eyes to the end of the room. Each growth chamber was connected with a pipe. In the time when they were used, this pipe provided them with oxygen and nutrient solutions. However, after the underground fortress was abandoned, the nutrient solutions became turbid liquid, and the things in the growth chambers had already died.

It was a scene that could only be seen in science fiction movies. Qi Leren was thinking about this as he approached a growth chamber. There was a mass of something in the dirty liquid. Considering that it had been abandoned for many years, there was no doubt that the creature inside was dead, but it had not rotted away.

What was in the growth chamber? Qi Leren took out his flashlight and wanted to take a look at the contents, but just at the moment when he took out the flashlight from his item bar, he heard a click.

Maybe he wouldn't have realized what it was before, but now, even if he heard it in his dreams, he would jump out of bed and fight back—it was the sound of a handgun’s safety being taken off!

Qi Leren flashed behind the growth chamber without thinking and squatted down. He took out the gun that Chen Baiqi gave him and held it in his hand. However, after a short thought, he decided not to launch an attack rashly, but asked aloud: "He Yi?"

"...Qi Leren?" He Yi's voice, which was horribly hoarse, came from behind another growth chamber.

Sure enough, it was He Yi!

Qi Leren put his hand holding the gun behind his back and slowly came out from behind the growth chamber, but did not dare to stray too far from his bunker: "What happened to you and Mark? Afterwards, I sneaked into Annie's house and found the attic in her house. I also found the pipe embedded in the wall leading to the basement. Is that how you came down here?"

He Yi, who was hiding behind the growth chamber, was silent for a while before he came out slowly.

He doesn't seem to be in a good state; his lips are chapped, and there were red burst vessels in his eyes. Instead of relaxing his vigilance, he continued to point his gun at Qi Leren and snapped: "Take your right hand out."

Qi Leren slowly stretched out his right hand from behind his back, but what was in his hand—the gun—had been quietly replaced by his knife. He wasn’t sure whether the invisible camera beside He Yi had been shut off, so he couldn't take out the gun that would be difficult to explain the source of, and he didn't need to use it—dealing with a weak opponent who didn’t know how to hold a gun properly, he didn't need his own gun at all.

With a ting, Qi Leren threw the knife to the ground. He raised his hand and showed a sincere expression: "What happened? You don’t look very good..."

"Don't talk, come over to me and follow my instructions." He Yi gave him a cold look, and his eyes were full of doubt.

"Okay, I'll do it. Don't be nervous. I mean no harm." Qi Leren walked slowly to stand before He Yi and took the initiative to show him the back of his head.

He felt the tension at this time; what had made him so shocked and frightened? After seeing this underground research institute, Qi Leren could vaguely guess: He Yi already knew about the octopus, and he knew that the octopus had parasitized this group of contestants. But at this moment, he couldn't be sure whether Qi Leren, who had suddenly appeared before his eyes, had been parasitized.

But he obviously didn't intend to kill him, otherwise he could have already done so. Did he have some means to detect whether he was infected or not?

He Yi's gun pointed at Qi Leren's head and he continued hoarsely: "Walk forward, go through this door, take the left corridor..."

The two people walked in tandem through the corridors in this maze-like underground research institute. He Yi, who had come here a few days earlier, was more familiar with the route than Qi Leren. He guided Qi Leren all the way to the third floor underground, and then stopped in front of a thick iron door.

"Press the switch to open the door."

Qi Leren did it, the door opened, and the room inside came into view. This was a room like a medical bay with some items that looked like medical instruments.

Qi Leren, who suddenly realized what sort of equipment it was, glanced at He Yi. He stood in front of a monitor and commanded Qi Leren to stand at the wall opposite him.

He Yi, this guy, wanted to confirm whether he had been parasitized, as Qi Leren has suspected.

A blue curtain of light swept over Qi Leren, and He Yi kept staring at the monitor, finally relieved.

But even after seeing this, the calm and even slightly superior temperament of old still did not return to him. He still looked very anxious, even though he tried to restrain himself: "Thank God, you’re not parasitized. Sorry, I shouldn't have pointed a gun at you before. I can explain the ins and outs to you. We’re in danger right now!

"It hatched, it actually... hatched! That monster that almost destroyed all intelligent life in the whole universe is now hidden among us. It’s already bred and is still breeding! According to their habits, it should be that the 'Genocide Day' where they break out and eliminate us all will be the fifth day!"

Today, it was already the fourth day.

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[dawnie1988]

Summary: When setting up a dating profile, a picture really is worth a thousand words. And it turns out that, sometimes, getting that perfect photo requires the assistance of a helping hand

Words: 1,853

Pairings: Dean, Unnamed OFC - Who may or may not be loosely based on the same woman who inspired this whole thing in the first place

Warnings: Language, Bad Lighting, Impatient Doggies......That should just about cover it

A/N: Umm, so surprise! I did a thing! Inspired by this *gif set* and the subsequent conversation after with the amazing @thoughtslikeaminefield​​ regarding just how it was Dean got that profile picture for the dating app. It was only meant to be a fun little joke type thing of sorts, but after getting love and encouragement from some very fine ladies that I admire greatly, it is now seeing the light of tumblr. Miss MJ was also kind enough to give it a look through for a little clean up and any major mistakes and created the fantastic header! It really does pay to have friends in high places 😊

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This was stupid.

 He was, he had no problem saying, one of the best hunters in the world. He had saved the world multiple times. Yeah, ok, maybe Sam helped a little, but still. He had fought both heaven and hell more times than he could count anymore.

 And yet, here he stood, unable to get one decent picture of himself.

 Stupid.

 It was the only thing left to do to complete his profile, to add his profile picture. He had been very tempted to just leave it blank, or just put a logo of something he liked. But that wouldn't do. You go on a dating site and refuse to put up an actual photo of yourself? Pshhh, yeah, because that doesn't just scream: STRANGER DANGER! I HAVE SOMETHING TO HIDE!

 The whole point was to attract potential dates, not scare them away before he even had a chance to lay on the charm. And, plus, how would he attract anyone without actually showing off the goods?

 Advertising. It's all in the advertising.

The problem was, try as he might, he couldn't get a fitting picture of himself. Not one that truly showed off his full appeal.

 What? He wasn't allowed to think himself a handsome son of a bitch without being considered arrogant? Screw that! Body positivity, man. We're all beautiful in our own way, we should all believe it.

 Maybe he should put that in his profile too? Didn't chicks dig shit like that? Whatever…

 The photo. That was the issue. He couldn't ask Sam to do it, fuck no. He'd never let Dean hear the end of it if he knew he even had a dating profile. Besides, this was none of Sam's business. What Dean did in his private time was his and his alone.

 But, as it turned out, Dean wasn't very proficient in the art of selfie-taking. For one, the lighting in the bunker was horrendous. He'd gone all throughout their underground home and the results were either him bathed in shadows or being completely washed out underneath the harsh, fluorescent lights.

 And trying to find a flattering angle was damn near impossible! How the hell all those social media people did it was beyond him. Clearly, they were using every filter imaginable to improve their outcome. Not him though. Artificial was not his style. No enhancements needed.

Self. Love. People.

 It was as he was pacing around in the garage, trying to formulate his next plan of attack when inspiration struck. He caught Baby's eye — er, headlight, and Yahtzee!

 Baby was a total chick magnet. And, where did they both shine the most? That's right, out in the clear wide open. On the road, sun shining, not a care in the world. Natural lighting.

 Perfect.

 He drove for a while, scouting possible locations along the way while also simply enjoying the quiet time with Baby. Even if he was on a mission.

 Eventually, he pulled off the road near a lakefront that also served as a nice walking path for nature lovers. It was a beautiful, clear day, the whole scene very idyllic.

 This was it. This was the spot.

 However, there was still the hiccup of actually getting the picture taken. After the slightly traumatizing experience of trying to take his selfie, he couldn't bring himself to attempt that avenue again. He thought he could still do it himself regardless. There was a fence nearby, all he had to do was set the timer on the phone and presto! Done!

 You would think, that is.

 In reality, every time he tried to prop his phone up it would fall back down before he could even make it back to Baby.

 Just as he was about to throw the godforsaken device, like an angel from heaven — the fairytale kind, not the dicks with wings — she appeared.

 "Need some help there?"

 As if he had been caught doing something he wasn’t supposed to, Dean quickly whipped around and was greeted by the lovely sight of a woman, perhaps a little older than himself, walking her two dogs.

 He took just a moment, because he simply had too, to admire her beauty. Sun-kissed skin, freckles that put his own to shame, friendly hazel eyes that held a multitude of warmth…

 Yes. An angel seemed a very apt description.

 Dean cleared his throat before an uncomfortable amount of silence was allowed to pass between them, feeling a slight blush tinged his cheeks when his mind came back around to acknowledge her question.

 "Uh, actually I umm… yes," he fumbled out.

 Why was he suddenly nervous? He felt so out of place now, he didn't like it. Still, he continued.

 "You see, I…"

 The woman cut him off — a mercy killing, it felt like to Dean — with a raised hand.

 "Let me guess, dating profile?" she asked, not at all trying to hide the knowing smirk.

 Something in Dean loosened at the understanding he found in his new acquaintance’s gaze. Shoulders relaxing, he let out a slightly bashful chuckle while giving a one-shoulder shrug.

 "Guilty. That obvious, huh?"

 She gave a small shake of her head. "Game recognizes game. I have my own experience and horror stories involving the dreaded profile picture. If you want, I can give you a hand?"

 Dean's eyes lit up at the offer. He knew it. He was not ashamed of it.

 "Yeah?"

 She laughed at his eagerness, a sweet-sounding melody, Dean noted to himself.

 "Sure. After all, I couldn't just leave you here without putting you out of your misery first. I'm no monster."

 She was teasing, of course. It didn't stop Dean from having to bite his tongue and swallow the comment about monsters that begged to be spoken. If only he had a nickel for every time he had heard that line.

 "Okay, awesome. Thank you."

 "No problem," she replied easily, accepting the phone he was handing over. "And I'm assuming you want that beauty in the photo with you?" she asked him, indicating Baby, earning a proud smile from Dean in return.

 As he said, Baby was a total chick magnet.

 "Duh."

 She laughed again, much louder and freer this time and the sound again had Dean grinning as he made the walk over to his trusty wing woman.

 "Nice choice. Okay, then, handsome, what are we going for here?"

 Dean faltered in his step slightly. "Uhh, how do you mean?"

 "I mean," she paused for a moment, readjusting the grip she had on the two leashes when the pooches started getting antsy. "What vibe are you trying to portray here? Brooding? Mysterious? Friendly?"

 "Oh, right!" Dean nodded his understanding.

 He thought it over, tilting his head slightly as he contemplated the pros and cons of the different choices in his head.

 "May I offer a suggestion?"

 "Sure, by all means."

 "Well, online dating can be intimidating enough as it is," she began matter-of-factly. "All you've got is a picture and a few words to go on. So, speaking solely on my own experiences, I tend to gravitate towards the more friendly option. You try to be sexy and it feels too put on and forced. You try to be mysterious and all I'm left thinking is what are you trying to hide. But friendly, easy-going and approachable is always a winner. That, makes me want to get to know you a little more. At least enough to read your profile anyways."

 Dean, eyebrows raised and mouth pulled down some, nodded in appreciation. This lady really knew what she was talking about.

 "Right, so friendly it is, then." He clapped his hands together and went to lean against Baby's side before stopping, thinking it over a second and deciding to hop on the hood instead, talking out his thoughts as he tried to determine the perfect pose.

 "So, not too posey, don't try too hard but at least put a little effort in to show I care…." he fidgeted around for a few moments more before falling into a comfortable, casual feeling position. "How's this?" he looked up, waiting for some affirmation.

 Dean would be lying if he said her genuine smile didn't make his stomach flutter a bit.

 "Looks good. Okay, on the count of three, give me your most inviting smile. No teeth though, just easy breezy. Ready?"

 "Ready."

 "One, two, three."

 She tapped the screen to capture the shot and immediately started walking over after checking the results. "I think we have a winner here."

 She handed the phone over to him and he couldn't help the satisfied smile from gracing his lips.

 Damn, he looked good.

 "Nice," he complimented her photography skills. "Well, Hell, I think you're right, I think this is it."

 He made quick work of uploading the photo to the app and confirming his information before finally hitting the 'submit' button to post his profile. He then turned the phone around for her to see again. "Whaddya think?"

 She leaned in closer, shoulder bumping his and dogs yapping around their legs as she looked over his full profile before nodding in approval. "Yup, you'll be beating them away with a stick in no time!"

 His chest may have puffed up with pride a little. Only a little.

 "Yeah? Awesome." He exited out of the app, ignored the text message from Sam wanting to know where the Hell he was and slid his phone into his back pocket.

 "Thanks again. It's, ah…" he brought a hand up to rub at the back of his neck. "All pretty awkward, but you were a big help."

 She gifted him with a megawatt smile as she untangled her dogs from around his legs, getting them ready to continue their walk. "No problem. Good luck with all that. Stay safe out there!"

 She began walking away and Dean found that he couldn't not do it. He had to, right?

 Right.

 "Hey!" he called out, switching gears and putting on his 'wooing' smile, lowering his voice an octave. "Ya know, maybe if you're not busy, I can take you for a cup of coffee or something sometime? My way of..." Dean let the tip of his tongue sneak out to wet his bottom lip while giving her a once over. "Thanking you, properly?"

 She was silent for a moment, brows raising slightly in surprise before a slow smile started to brighten her face up once more. She looked down for a tick, letting out a sound of amusement before meeting his eyes once again.

 "That's sweet, and I'm flattered, really, but I'm afraid I can't."

 Dean's smile fell some in disappointment. "Oh."

 "It's just — your profile says that you’re seeking woman,” she explained, much to Dean's confusion.

 "Oh...?" he trailed off, brows pinched as she started walking backward and away from him.

 "So am I."

 She gave him a wink before turning fully and continuing on. Out of his life.

 Dean could only roll his eyes.

 "Figures," he muttered grumpily to himself as he made his way back to Baby. "All the good ones are either taken or gay."

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[idealisticrealism]

So, who wants to hear me gush about something in Blindspot that was almost certainly completely meaningless?

What is it, you (didn’t) ask? 

It’s this. 

So, let me start by saying that this scene was one of my favourite scenes of Blindspot, like ever. I am living for the friendship that is forming between these two, and the way they are helping each other through their individual traumas. The added dimension of former CIA agent Tasha helping Rich recover from his torture at the hands of the CIA is just so perfect, not to mention they have the added connection of knowing what it’s like to be a ‘bad guy’ operating outside the law. 

(I also like to think that Jane and Tasha talked together about how to help Rich, but since Jane was already supporting her hubby as well as carrying the team, Tasha took the reins on this one.)

But even though I totally could gush about that scene (especially that hug omg), that’s not actually what this post is about. This post is about me being a HUGE NERD for IMPRESSIONISM.

(Still sure you want to get into this lol?)

Alright then, here goes: 

So, this absolute classic is probably at least vaguely familiar to a lot of people; it’s A Sunday on La Grande Jatte by Georges Seurat, painted in the mid 1880s, and arguably his most famous work.

(While watching the ep I initially took it for a Monet at first glance, which is super embarrassing for me but also I can’t help that I have this like Pavlovian response to Impressionism that makes me go YO IS THAT MY BOY MONET YOOOO the moment I see any painting even remotely of the style lol)

But let me tell you why I am losing my nerdy marbles over the use of this artwork in the show (even though I am very certain that they probably just used whatever relatively recognisable piece they could find that didn’t have any like copyright stuff attached) because oh boy do I have Thoughts.

So let’s get analytical up in this biz....

First off, there’s the big one: it’s an Impressionist piece. The very foundation of the style is that from afar, all looks normal, but when you actually look closely, everything is blurred and distorted; nothing is distinct. Which is doubly appropriate for this show: firstly, the team is currently pursuing a mission that seems clear-cut (to clear their names and get their lives back, to free the FBI of Madeline’s corruption) but which actually involves a lot of uncertainty and murkiness and blurred lines (are we willing to break multiple laws? to potentially kill people deliberately, not just in self-defense? how far are we willing to go to achieve our mission, and if we succeed, will we still be the same? etc). Secondly, and more relevantly to this particular scene, the style is fitting for Rich himself following his experience in the blacksite. Look from a distance, and he seems alright, still normal (or as normal as Rich could ever be). But look close, and you start to see that everything is actually hazy and muddled, the cracks starting to show. He is not okay.

But wait, there’s more! Because this work isn’t just Impressionist, it’s Neo-Impressionist (specifically, Pointilist) which ol’ boy Georges was one of the pioneers of-- he was literally considered a renegade because of it, a rebel operating against the status quo, which I find very appropriate for our own little band of rebels lol. But the point (lol) of Pointilism is to create scenes filled with vivid colours, ones that almost seem to jump out of the canvas, which is achieved by combining small brushstrokes (points) of different colours which from further away appear to be practically just one bright colour. So again, looking from a distance you see one thing, and from up close you see that it’s actually more complicated than that. Like this team; they’re all individuals, all their own distinct colours, but look at the bigger picture and you see that they blend together to create a balanced, harmonious whole. And that same concept can be applied to them all individually, too-- each one of them is made up by a veritable rainbow of traits. Light, dark, and everything in between; every stroke makes them who they are. 

But that’s just the style, though, which is only the half of it. Look at the actual subject of the painting; at its setting. Art is an escape from one’s own reality, and for someone practically trapped in a concrete box underground, what better choice of escape is there than a scene of people happily enjoying the outdoors, spending time in the midst of sunshine and nature, with no walls or ceilings in sight, no one being hunted or hurt? See, too, how the foreground of the painting is in shadow-- it gives the sense that the viewer is in shadow too, the dimness of the bunker and the shadow of the painting blending together, like if Rich were to stand in front of the painting and step forward, he’d be stepping out onto the grass. It’s a hopeful thought; the team might be in shadow right now, but the light of day isn’t so far away. A little longer, a little further, and they’ll be out there too, enjoying their lives and their freedom just like the people in the painting.  

And speaking of the people in the painting... there’s a few other little things about this painting that makes me love that it was the one they chose. Firstly, I love that Tasha brought Rich a painting which was described with words like ‘bedlam’, ‘scandal’, and ‘hilarity’ when it was first exhibited, which are probably the exact words that would come to mind if you had to describe Rich and his life in three words lol (pre-blacksite, sadly). Though the painting looks very normal and serene to us, when you look closely, there are a couple of pretty weird things, especially for that time. For one, the woman in the foreground has a pet monkey on a leash, which I think is a fairly apt representation of Rich’s role in the team haha, particularly early on. There’s also a lady off to the left who is fishing, and if I remember correctly, she was thought to symbolise a prostitute reeling in her clients down by the docks/waterside lol, an interpretation which I feel like Rich would absolutely love. In a more Blindspot-specific sense, another character of interest is the man lounging right near the front-- I can’t be the only one who thinks he looks just like ‘old’ Weller, right down to the little hat? The fact that his outfit seems out of place for the time, and also the subtle... sexiness (for the lack of a better word lol) of his clothes and pose makes it feel like Rich’s consciousness could have conjured him there (bc lbr, we all know Rich loves some sexy Weller). And lastly, I can’t not mention the little girl in the center, who is famously considered to be staring right at the viewer of the painting, as if fully aware she’s being observed and totally ready to throw down about it. And I know that this one is extra silly and had obviously never crossed the prop-designer’s mind, but, well... this painting is French, and if someone asked me to think of an appropriate name for a little French schoolgirl, I would pick the name of the one I spent many hours of my childhood watching cartoons and reading books about: Madeline.

As a last, final bonus (and yet another totally irrelevant thing that I am ascribing my own meaning to), just look out on the water in the distance-- there’s what appears to be a steamboat. Or is it The Boat, and is it sinking, a plume of smoke rising from it as it goes down in flames? 

But that’s the thing about art, isn’t it; there’s no limit to what we see in it. So when Rich looks at this gift, I hope he sees freedom. Hope. A future in the sun.

Because he’s earned it.

They all have.

#Blindspot #Blindspot spoilers #Impressionism #LOOK I KNOW THIS IS RIDICULOUS #BUT I JUST LOVE IMPRESSIONISM OKAY #AND SYMBOLISM #AND RICH #AND THIS SCENE #don't ask me anything about literally any other art style bc I would not have a clue #god I'm so curious to know if the choice was even slightly deliberate #it won't be #but still

[zonerobotnik]

I'm feeling in a Gideon discussion mood again, so I guess I'm going to do that instead of the three things I SHOULD be doing. Let's tackle some things I've heard people say about him. 1) "Gideon is a vampire and a pedophile preying on Mabel!" ...No. He is not. In fact, we see his baby picture shortly after his birth when the twins go ten years back in time. He is also seen in a mother-facing baby stroller with a huge baby bonnet that resembles his later pompadour. His father is also wearing a pompadour in this scene, and the baby Gideon has a teeny baby pompadour on the billboard. Furthermore, he was confirmed to be born in the year 2002, in early July. Not an immortal vampire, and he's three years younger than Mabel. 2) "Gideon is evil, he was born evil! He summoned a demon and used black magic!" Also incorrect, Alex Hirsch himself said that up until he found Journal 2 he was a very sweet boy. His "evil" was because of Bill's influence on Journal 2, which he only had access to because Ford summoned the demon first. 3) "According to Journal 3: Black Light Edition, Gideon's hair was turned white by the amulet!" Actually, no. According to Journal 3, Ford gained that white stripe in his hair from the amulet, but Gideon's platinum blonde locks are all natural according to his baby picture. Can't say the same for Pacifica, since we never see her baby picture. However, it COULD be a side-effect of Gideon being born with a natural magical ability, so magic could still be involved in his unusual hair color.

4) "Gideon is a terrible person and can't be redeemed! Look at all the stuff he did to hurt people!" *takes a deep breath* BOI. Gideon is a CHILD. He's TEN. In contrast, FORD was a full-grown man when he did all the things HE'S done to hurt people. And he wasn't even being influenced by a demon when he did it! Why does Ford deserve redemption, but not Gideon, when Gideon literally threw himself into harm's way so Dipper could rescue Mabel from Bill after Dipper talked to him about how he was hurting her? Gideon has done PLENTY to deserve that redemption, so stop being mean to a CHILD. You big bullies! Gideon was only following in Ford's footsteps from the moment he found Journal 2, discreetly led on by Bill's power. The fact he was able to go against Bill in the end when he's only a child is really, really impressive. Also, he was forced to dance for Bill because of his betrayal? For days, since he started before the Shacktron was built and only stopped after it was in battle? Nonstop? I REALLY think he's EARNED his redemption! (Especially since some people think BILL should have Redemption, when he's done nothing to earn it.) 5) "Gideon should be a vampire in Monster Falls! Because he's so pale, lol!" Uhm...wow. That's...okay. No. Gideon canonly turns down using blood rain to attack the Pines because it would ruin his suit. He freaked out about candy being in his hair because it was gross. He never tried summoning zombies because they were uncontrollable. Do you really think he would put up with being subjected to having to survive off of blood or go into uncontrollable hunger fits? Chances are, if that DID happen, he'd find a spell to change him into something else, ANYTHING else, as long as it wasn't gross. Personally, I think he's more like a dragon or a unicorn. As fun as it is to draw Gideon as a vampire, he's not really a vampire in nature. 6) "All Gideon can do is perform and do evil stuff! He can't be a normal kid!" Uhm...this kid, this amazingly talented kid, is an ARTIST. He hand-carves and paints dolls and little buildings and he probably makes his own costumes, too. While he may not be able to be a skateboarder like he's trying to be to fit in with other boys, he can still do "normal" things. Even if he doesn't get into theater in middle and high school, which he ABSOLUTELY would EXCEL at, he can still be "normal". And, again, he only did that "evil" stuff because Ford decided to bury Journal 2 underground in a swamp that was later dried out and turned into an elementary school instead of, say, the BUNKER?! And Bill's influence on the book affected the CHILD that dug it up in his schoolyard! That's all I can think about that I've had people say to me about him. Got anything else you want me to talk about concerning Gideon? Send me an Ask. I'm going back to writing "Bygones" and drawing this picture. Also, I've added to the Gideon playlist, but does anyone have any suggestions for that, too? I only have, like, ten songs on here. This boy's pretty angsty.

#gravity falls #gideon gleeful #ask zone stuff #please talk to me about this child #i love him so much

[the-master-cylinder]

SUMMARY Dr. Jane Tiptree has withdrawn from public life to conduct sequestered research for the Eunice Corporation. The DARPA is wary of her work with genetically modified chickens but cannot legally interfere in her research. While in transport, one of Tiptree’s chickens hatches a reptilian creature which kills the driver and escapes. Meanwhile, near her laboratory in the small town of Climax, Nevada, the populace begin suffering from a mysterious illness with flu-like symptoms.

At a neighboring Eunice-owned quarry, watchman Doc Smith protects excavation equipment from environmentalists. He reports a trespasser, Ann Thrush, but Sheriff Fowler is investigating a series of gruesome killings, perpetrated by Tiptree’s missing creature, a Deinonychus. Among the victims is the daughter of Eunice employee Jesse Paloma, but before he raises any suspicion to her research, Tiptree lures him into a laser-protected dinosaur pen where a fully grown Tyrannosaurus rex devours him.

Despite the deaths, Thrush and a group of activists handcuff themselves to excavation equipment in a form of protest. They are encountered by the Deinonychus and everyone except Thrush is slaughtered. Still in shock, Thrush is brought back by Doc to his trailer, where she survives another attack by the creature. Doc discovers a truck with two corpses belonging to Eunice and contacts Tiptree on the vehicle’s radio, deducing the creature originated from her facility. As he approaches the lab, Fowler discovers a dinosaur embryo in a carton of eggs and takes it for investigation.

Doc infiltrates Tiptree’s laboratory and, at gunpoint, she reveals her experiment subjects to him. The town’s mysterious illness is caused by infected chicken eggs, which contain a lethal airborne virus and impregnate women with dinosaur embryos. Her objective is to exterminate the human race, which Tiptree faults as disastrous, and enable dinosaurs to repopulate the Earth. News of the town’s deaths reach Eunice sponsors who trace it to Tiptree. In response, the government places the community under quarantine and resolves to kill civilians — infected or not — on sight.

With the illness rapidly spreading, Fowler responds to a disturbance at a kennel. He confronts the Deinonychus, but both he and the creature suffer fatal wounds in the exchange. Top governmental officials, in a secure underground bunker, also begin plotting the repopulation of the human race in response to the virus; they envision a new social order prograted by strict fertilization policies and artificial wombs. At the laboratory, Doc attempts to escape with a cure to the illness and mistakenly enters the dinosaur pen. Tiptree releases the T. rex which pursues Doc out of the facility. Infected herself, Tiptree births a dinosaur and succumbs to the illness.

Doc returns to Thrush, who has been exposed to the illness. The T. rex enters the quarry where Doc battles the creature using a Backhoe loader, impaling and killing the creature with Thrush’s assistance. After injecting her with the serum, Doc is killed by government soldiers alerted to his presence, and both his and Thrush’s bodies are burned.

DEVELOPMENT/PRODUCTION When Roger Corman offered the job of writing and directing the dinosaurs vs. mankind epic Carnosaur to Adam Simon, the filmmaker leapt at the chance for a number of reasons. Not the least of these was the opportunity to avoid what he sees as a curse.

“The curse of any young filmmaker is that if they turn anything down, they are doomed to direct its sequel,” laughs Simon. “Right after I did Brain Dead, I was offered the original Body Chemistry and turned it down. Guess what I ended up directing? Body Chemistry 2. That’s why I jumped at Carnosaur, because if I didn’t, I knew I’d end up directing Carnosaur 2.”

Having survived the arduous schedule that typifies a Concorde production (“18 days, 18 hours a day”), Simon is in the editing phase of Carnosaur, Corman’s low-budget (rumored to cost under $1 million) answer to the megabuck contender Jurassic Park. The director’s immediate future entails a week of minor reshoots and miniature work and four weeks of editing en route to a scheduled theatrical release in June. But the good-natured Simon feels his experience on the aforementioned Corman films will help him handle the crunch.

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“The biggest danger I face at this point is working so many long days and so many long hours that, all of a sudden, I’ll lose perspective. That’s the stage I’m in right now. But the big difference is that I’m going through this with Roger for the third time, so I’m able to relax and just trust in the process.”

The writer/director is philosophical about the fact that he “essentially had one foot out of Concorde and had started some outside writing projects” when Corman called with the Carnosaur assignment. The producer had originally purchased the rights to the novel, a tongue-in-cheek tale of dinosaurs brought to life in the present day written by British author Harry Adam Knight (a pseudonym for John Brosnan), in 1990. When the Spielberg-driven Jurassic Park loomed on the horizon, Corman gave Carnosaur a go in 1992. But after three drafts of the script (including one written by Knight himself) failed to set Corman’s flesh crawling, he called upon Simon, who was more than ready to accept.

One might speculate that Ladd’s involvement with Carnosaur is somehow connected to the fact that her daughter, Laura Dern, stars in the competing Jurassic Park. But Simon reports that the actress, who worked a total of five days on the film, agreed to appear for other reasons. “She did it partly as a hoot, and partly because she had an unwritten agreement with Roger,” he says. “Because he had given her and former husband Bruce Dern breaks early in their careers, she agreed to come back and do another film for him if the project and the situation seemed right.

“I had basically reached a point where I had been spending a lot of time knocking on major studio doors and having nothing come out of it,” confesses Simon, who cameoed, using his real name as a struggling screenwriter in last year’s acclaimed The Player. “I felt like I was too young to be sitting on my ass and not doing anything. So I decided to stop worrying about when the big studios were going to notice me and just do my own thing. And that’s about the time Roger called with Carnosaur.

“I loved the idea of doing a classic dinosaur movie, and I had never really worked with effects and creatures before,” he continues. “It also didn’t hurt that Roger was giving me a lot of time and freedom to write the script.”

But in exchange for those luxuries, Simon relates that he had to make what he calls “a Faustian bargain” with the producer. Although Corman required that only the title be retained from the novel, he insisted that the film feature genetically engineered dinosaurs, one of which had to be a Tyrannosaurus rex. Simon agreed and, in preparation for the task, read Knight’s book.

“I loved the tongue-in-cheek nature of the novel,” he admits. “The problem was that it was very campy, and while I didn’t mind this kind of film being funny, I definitely didn’t think the movie should be camp. I wanted humor, but not a parody.”

“It’s a very similar premise,” noted CARNOSAUR producer Roger Corman of the competition, JURASSIC PARK. CARNOSAUR is also about genetically engineered dinosaurs, but the veteran producer, with a completely straight face, brushed aside any charge of plagiarism against JURASSIC PARK. “Our film is from a novel written eight or nine years ago by Harry Adam Knight. I don’t know whether Michael Crichton or Steven Spielberg ever read Carnosaur. I don’t think he took the idea from Carnosaur. It was probably an original idea with him and he didn’t even know that Harry Adam Knight had written a similar story.”

Knight is actually the pseudonym of English film journalist John Brosnan who authored or co-authored a series of novels “which are pretty funny,” according to Adam Simon, who wrote and directed CARNOSAUR for Corman. “I first encountered them at Dark Carnival, a great bookstore in Berkeley. Apparently, not long after that, Roger was there for a book signing, and they stuck Carnosaur in his hands. He read it, liked it and put it aside. When he heard about JURASSIC PARK, I can just picture him at his desk with this enormous light bulb going off over his head-because the beauty of Brosnan’s novel is that it did conceive of that idea a good six years before JURASSIC PARK.”

In any case, little of Brosnan’s work survived the adaptation to the screen. Noted Simon, “Roger told me, ‘I don’t care whether you read the novel or not; all I care about is that it has genetically engineered dinosaurs, that it’s called CARNOSAUR and that at some point a Tyrannosaurus

“We ended up with a very good script that managed to attract talent of a high order,” he says. “Everybody was surprised by it. This script may have seemed like one thing at first, but once people like Diane and Clint picked it up and read it, they found it was something quite different. And they liked what it was.

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“This film has a ’90s attitude, rather than one from the ’50s,” he continues. “In a nutshell, it’s the Army vs. the dinosaurs, but you’re going to see the Army in a totally unexpected role. Ultimately, what it comes down to is that there are more things to be afraid of than the dinosaurs.”

However, Simon notes that the prehistoric monsters definitely make their presence felt in a bloody manner. The movie’s explicit dinosaur dining scenes will ultimately result in a hard R theatrical rating and, more than likely, an unrated video version “These dinosaurs aren’t going to be the kind we see in kids’ movies,” the director warns. “They’re hungry, and there’s going to be a lot of blood, guts and gore.”

He goes on to cite some examples, including a scene in which Fryer’s head is ripped off from above, and another where a whole group of people are stripped to the bloody bone in a quarry. “This is rough stuff; we didn’t pull any punches. These are dinosaurs, and this is what dinosaurs do.”

SPECIAL EFFECTS Creating the onscreen interaction between man and beast involved the blending of live actors and various-sized models. “We used a lot of forced perspective, which is not really a new trick but has worked quite effectively on this film,” Simon explains. “There are also some mechanicals and puppets and a whole lot of quick cuts. I’ve got to hand it to the actors; a big part of selling the effects fell on their shoulders. If they didn’t make it all believable, none of it would have worked. But they did a hell of a job. There are some truly horrifying things in our film that would be disturbing to little kids and perhaps to adults, too.”

According to John Carl Buechler, who provided the film’s creatures and carnage, “Roger stressed that he wanted to go for an NC-17, at least for one version of the film, so there is no sparing the amount of viscera we were asked to provide.”

“This ain’t like a Harryhausen movie, I loved them, but they were family-oriented,” said Buechler. “The approach here is more like ALIENS. How many seconds do you see the Queen Alien on screen for any specific cut? This movie is structured like a dark horror film; consequently, when we designed the creatures, our approach was to make them look great for a few seconds, as opposed to mediocre for a long, boring shot.’

CAST/CREW Directed Adam Simon

Produced Roger Corman Mike Elliott

Screenplay Adam Simon

Story John Brosnan

Based on Carnosaur by John Brosnan

Diane Ladd as Dr. Jane Tiptree Raphael Sbarge as Doc Smith Jennifer Runyon as Ann Thrush Harrison Page as Sheriff Fowler Ned Bellamy as Fallon Clint Howard as Friar Frank Novak as Jesse Paloma Ed Williams as Dr. Raven Brent Hinkley as Peregrine

Special Effects by David Barrett    … fabrication crew: Magical Media Industries Inc. John Carl Buechler   … designer/supervisor: Magical Media Industries Inc. / special makeup and creature effects Lynn Buechler    … controller: Magical Media Industries Inc. Joe Colwell  … fabrication crew: Magical Media Industries Inc. James Conrad … fabrication crew: Magical Media Industries Inc. John Crawford    … fabrication crew: Magical Media Industries Inc. / mechanics: Magical Media Industries Inc. Trevor Cripps    … special effects Tom Dicken   … fabrication crew: Magical Media Industries Inc. Thomas R. Dickens … special effects Anthony Doublin  … location effects supervisor: Magical Media Industries Inc. Jeffrey S. Farley … sculptor: Magical Media Industries Inc. John Foster  … fabrication crew: Magical Media Industries Inc. / production manager: Magical Media Industries Inc. John Gillan  … fabrication crew: Magical Media Industries Inc. Ted Haines   … fabrication crew: Magical Media Industries Inc. Kenneth J. Hall  … fabrication crew: Magical Media Industries Inc. / foam sculptor: Magical Media Industries Inc. Jeff Henderson   … fabrication crew: Magical Media Industries Inc. Mike Jones   … fabrication crew: Magical Media Industries Inc. / sculptor: Magical Media Industries Inc. Andrea London    … fabrication crew: Magical Media Industries Inc. Rod Matsui   … fabrication crew: Magical Media Industries Inc. Charles Myrick   … fabrication crew: Magical Media Industries Inc. Tuck John Porter … special effects shop fabricator James Rohland    … fabrication crew: Magical Media Industries Inc. Paul Salamoff    … fabrication crew: Magical Media Industries Inc. / key location liaison: Magical Media Industries Inc. Mark Weatherbe   … fabrication crew: Magical Media Industries Inc. Bill Zahn    … fabrication crew: Magical Media Industries Inc. / key makeup effects: Magical Media Industries Inc.

CREDITS/REFERENCES/SOURCES/BIBLIOGRAPHY Cinefantastique v24n02 Fangoria#124

Carnosaur (1993) Retrospective SUMMARY Dr. Jane Tiptree has withdrawn from public life to conduct sequestered research for the Eunice Corporation.

#90sMovies

[trixcuomo]

4: The Daily Mail Org

Trixany tries to have a normal day out in the city with her pet dragon, but then it ends in an embarrassing disaster of world-boss proportions.

I gave up on my salad about ten minutes in. That’s how long it took Nautistrasz to decide I wasn’t paying enough attention to him and turn my meal into his nest.

I’m trying to be less shocked around my little Nightmare (and I do mean he’s a nightmare) Whelp. I think my getting upset mostly encourages him. So I pretended that I always intended to eat just one strawberry and a forkful of arugula out of the bowl before taking a cigarette break. Nauti nuzzled into the walnuts and berries, trying to use the larger pieces of fruit as a hat, perhaps, while garnishing himself with green on all the other sides of the bowl. The little dragon was just the right size to wallow in a salad bowl and look up at passerby as if he were the cutest thing in the world.

And then it got even worse. People started to fall for it.

Silvermoon, mid-day, can be lovely. People dressed their very best are strolling about taking their breaks. The angle of the sun is just right to make things seem bright and fresh. You can hear the ritual popping of champagne corks if you try, mingled in with the songbirds. Springpaw appetizers are roasting and aromatic… and if you can find Trixany Cuomo trying to scrape some silver together for a decent lunch treat for once, you will also see her pet dragon destroying it with his evil cuteness.

“What’s his name?”

“Aww… he’s covered in strawberries!”

“Is it really okay for your dragon to be eating all this arugula? If he’s anything like a puppy, eating the wrong thing will just give him gas later, you know…”

To all these charming observations, I had one thing to say.

“He bites.” And if they didn’t move on fast enough, “…Or, I will. Through bone.”

So I had my feet up on the café table and put my shades on. Sulking and being as rude as I liked.

This is what happens to washed up Horde B celebrities…

Wait, have I explained that part yet? In Kezan, I was a Kaja’ Cola girl. I can’t do this sort of thing in the Goblin homeland. My stepfather, a Goblin, is in the casino business. I was around exactly the wrong sorts of short green people growing up. Hustlers, card sharks, showgirls (my mother case-in-point), liars, cheats… so I grew up wanted to be a singer-slash-actress-slash-model in the same way that Silvermoon kids grow up wanting to be magisters or Farstriders. I needed in my life, I screamed and complained about it. So, after a few small gigs, by the time I was a young woman, I’d landed a big one. The Kaja’Cola company wanted to go into a new kind of advertising, with spokesmodels of all races hawking their products all over Azeroth. I was local, my stepfather was able to twist some arms, and I was good—pretty good—so I got to be Fiesta Lime Trixany.

That’s right. Trixany Cuomo officially has a flavor.

Well, between my charming shoots and the love of this quality drink, I was a huge success. I can’t rudely put my feet up on a café table in Kezan with a pair of sunglasses on to dissuade conversation. I get mobbed by fans. I’m not bragging—it’s an actual problem.

So, little did Nauti know, I was having a good enough day, despite him. Still, I wanted to do something to make up for the ruined salad. I’d crawled out of my freshly cleaned apartment after all, to celebrate. I thought about taking him on a walk, but he hated those. Murder Row had this funky consignment shop with a treasure trove of Zandalari clothing and jewelry. (I know, sounds impossible for Silvermoon, but that’s the whole point of Jani-Jani. Say “Hekekekek” and get twenty percent off, by the way.) But Nauti would find a way to ruin that too, somehow. I was still kind of nervous about staying out of doors for too long anyway, since Maiev might drop down out of the sky any moment and kick me around for outing her as a hopeless Illidan fangirl.

Well she should actually be grateful. Maybe now, her Illidaddy can finally come back and claim her.

Ha! I should go write for a trashy celebrity mag.

There really aren’t any great spots for shopping in Silvermoon since the war. I hate Arthas for an additional reason other than all the horrific trespasses against Elf-kind when he attacked… he also took my favorite twenty-four hour fashion show, combination night club with it. You could go party and then buy a new outfit off one of the models while they strutted on the giant, dazzling cat walk. They would seriously strip her (or him) on-stage for the right amount of gold at Puss-Puss. Damn that Arthas!

Yeah, I do get that Jani-Jani is trying to be the low-budget, post-bellum version.

The more I lingered, thinking about old times, the more my craving to shop grew. So, I decided to settle for the auction house.

“Come on, we’re going for another walk. Let’s go across to the other side of the Exchange.” I told Nauti. “Don’t you want to fly around some more?”

He glared at me. Faint smoke raised from his tiny nostrils. The day Nauti really starts breathing fire, with that personality of his, is the day I start renting a studio bunker underground.

“We’re going now, Nautistrasz—”

He shouted over me in his nasal juvenile squeak, “I’m purple!”

Ugh. No, he is not a purple dragon, far from it. But he does love irritating me according to the bizarre rules in his weird, baby dragon mind. I seriously doubt Nauti even knows what ‘a purple’ is, at this point.

And, he wouldn’t get out of the salad bowl. I’d had enough. There are a few ways to discipline things smaller than you. He wanted to be a salad rather than a dragon pet today, then fine. I picked up the bowl, and I took him with me. A lot of people laughed at us, which Nauti figured out was a bad thing after a while. Then he sulked.

I gloated at my dragon-like parental skill, “Heh. How’s it feel to not be cute anymore?”

“Like you!”

“Sonofa—you mean little dragon!”

I mean, I am aging, but come on! What a low blow from a creature that you’re supposed to own.

Also. Someone out there, please open a cute boutique in Silvermoon. Please.

Shopping at the auction house for a new outfit is so horrible. You have to wander around stacked crates and overflowing barrels of… stuff. I don’t even know what kind of stuff, because they have everything at auction houses these days, from Sylvanas toenail clippings (times are hard and her fanatics are getting desperate) to goop for junior alchemical experiments, along with newly polished armor pieces. I got tired of carrying my strawberry dragon salad like a baby and eventually just set it down on what I judged to be a clean-ish table while I browsed some blouses.

I would later discover that my dragon was being bid on across Azeroth as some kind of still-wriggling, blackened Undercity delicacy. But that’s a whole other episode.

The shirts were okay. I felt like I was searching for over an hour for anything unbelievably beautiful or very on sale to give me a high (shopaholics know exactly what I’m talking about), when I came to the novelties section. A few notable scrolls, then some steamy romance novels and the like were going for hundreds of thousands of gold. Ha! What a rip off. And then I circled back to something that looked a little too familiar. Painfully so.

The glass frame was dusty. The auctioneer hissed at me when I tried to touch it, so I feigned interest and rattled some coins in my hand. That got it cleaned off, fast as you like. I wish I hadn’t done it, though.

It was a picture of me. I was on the auction house.

I… explained about the soda modeling days. I probably have not explained (and hoped I never would) about what happened while I was at Tempest Keep and Kael’thas Sunstrider himself heard about my Kaja Cola modeling days.

Okay, so first off—it was the war.

Second of all, getting with Kael’thas back then was actually something to brag about.

Third! It was the war, I was upset, and it was boring at Tempest Keep between raids and he kept saying it was for his research so maybe I did pose for a picture or two!

I’m just saying… In my defense…

Alright, so there is no decent defense. There I was, sipping tea at the edge of a bed with Prince Kael’thas Sunstrider, dressed in some flimsy Murloc costume. It was weird and horrible all at once. And he looked to be smiling a lot harder than I ever remembered, because I swear now that ‘tea’ he served on set was spiked with something… fel… ish.

The worst part? My likeness in a costumed, nude photo shoot with the late prince was going for 300,000 gold.

I also don’t remember autographing anything like that, but it was signed by me somehow. It did look authentic. I screamed up a storm.

“But Miss! This is a very popular item. The bids just keep going up and up…”

“I will KILL whoever put this personal property of mine up for auction. Go explain to them that me taking this back, now, is better than my death sentence!”

But the city guard were walking in by then. I was causing a scene, worse than a scene. I’d even forgotten about my pet dragon by then, if you recall.

“WHO put this up for bid! I wanna know!”

Auctioneer Feynna said something about a privacy clause. Discretion my ass! They’re not doctors or priests. The guards started laughing at me when they actually saw what the fuss was about. I used the distraction to knock Feynna down and give my threat a final time. (Not a nice girl, I used to be a Sunfury, remember? And I’m tall, so I can do this easily to most people, if you also recall. Especially my exes.)

“The Daily Mail Orgrimmar will want damages paid to me and the Royal Exchange itself, if you dare put your hands on me again!”

What.

“The WHAT?!” I shrieked. The guards grabbed me by the arms. “The…? But I don’t understand?”

The Daily Mail Orgrimmar. That’s right. Someone finally outed me.

But one thing I couldn’t get at the time was, who would have access to Sunfury era photos and Kael’thas memorabilia? You’d practically have to root through melted steel girders of Tempest Keep wreckage to locate anything belonging to Kael’thas. Only weird Illidan would be vengeful enough, or care enough. Illidan or one of his cronies still hanging around… And then, what motivation would someone connected with Illidan have, to sell a picture of mine to a trashy celebrity mag? As the guards picked me up off my feet, my mind raced through so many possibilities. Most of my frenemies from that era were dead or imprisoned or… still kinky Demon Hunters. I shuddered at the thought. Few Burning Crusade era bad guys were reformed and walking around as normies again, with fully resuscitated reputations and regular jobs, like me. And whoever the perpetrator was, they also must have had damned good connections. Possibly also famous. Okay, so I’m not really famous, but it would have been someone well in with Team Illidan, let’s say, that The Daily Mail Org would trust to have got their source right.

Wait.

No, it couldn’t be.

“Oh no she didn’t…MAIEV??!”

And then the Silvermoon City Guard dumped me right on my ass, in the middle of the street.

((For fun, I will actually put a Trixany autograph on the WrA auction house, if you care to buy it. Fun fact: there are even a few Trixay autographs floating around in-game. It started when I made a few and gave them away as gag gifts for a party. But it was so funny, I decided to just keep handing them out. At least one person has told me they’ve collected two different ones. There are three to collect so far. Ahem… well, here’s your chance to be officially on Team Trixany! And even if no one buys it, what a great stunt to LOL about later. Muaha.))

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Kissed by the Baddest Trainer! [KBTBB Pokemon!AU]

(Based off a lot of @maidofstars’ and @catchthespade’s posts.)

Adventure Log 4

Eisuke frowns as he surveys the damage done to the factory and living accommodations. Pokémon Hunter F’s assault flattened a few complexes and left a huge hole where one of the offices once was. The child is being moved from the underground bunker to a temporary room to wait for their Growlithe. This is usually nothing but damage this grand is really nothing more than annoying. Fires and rubble litter the area accompanying broken sidewalks and dinged metal. He’ll have to experiment on various types of alloys, mixtures, and structural strengths to keep things like this from being this troublesome. Water and Flying Pokémon are working on extinguishing fires with Psychic and Fighting Pokémon moving the rubble. A car engine has him turning his head to look behind him. A police cruiser pulls up and Mamoru steps out with a slightly limping “Growlithe,” shrieks the child. The small Puppy Pokémon streaks past a surprised Eisuke and straight into the child’s arms. Eisuke grins at the scene before he gets serious. He summons Mamoru and the child into his office. Persian hops out once inside causing Eisuke to smirk with quiet glee. He and Persian are of the same mind. He then sees Mamoru looking at the child funny. Eisuke wasn’t sure what is running through the detective’s mind but he does recall his own confusion. A little girl with a fierce male Growlithe. From what the parents have said to him is that their daughter is the first since 500 years ago to be a female heir to their Kingdom. He glances at Mamoru and gives him a brief explanation as he can which the detective nods at. He offers the girl a seat as Mamoru flops onto a couch then taking his own. “I won’t waste time but let’s get to the point,” Eisuke starts. “The problem with Pokémon Hunter F is getting out of hand.” He notices Mamoru bolting upright while Growlithe snarls and the girl clutching her skirt. ~*~ ___ gently cradles the wild Eevee while Gyarados battles with Deino against the poachers. Minccino stands on her head using Helping Hand to strengthen the two males. Then Spinda hops out and the sounds of confusion from the opponents makes her giggle. Spinda may wobble and teeter a lot but he’s a formidable opponent once invoked. Like right now. One of the opposing Psychic Pokémon strikes them with confusion but it oddly works on Deino… A shadow spirals around while Spinda uses Shadow Ball at one opponent then dodging the next attack, which was Toxic Spike from a Beedrill. A bubble surrounds ___ and she realizes that Minccino is now using Safeguard. Rain drops then plop against the blue-green surface, making ___ realize that Gyarados is using Rain Dance. Another Shadow Ball hits the Beedrill, causing the other poacher to worry. His Mr. Mime is the only Pokémon standing. Minccino, as if reading her mind, drops Safeguard and switches back to Helping Hand. “Gyarados, use Leer! Spinda, use Shadow Ball again,” ___ cries out. The double Dark attacks land a direct blow on Mr. Mime, flattening him and his owner. Sending a call to a police station, ___ stays with the knocked out criminals until the law enforcers arrive. ___ refuses the reward for defeating them and continues to a Poké Center. Inside, it was back to the kitchens. ___ feels that it is- “Fancy running into you here pretty lady,” a familiar voice reaches her ears. ___ whirls to see a familiar fedora and suit. “What are you doing Baba,” ___ hisses in shock. “Weavile took a nasty hit during a quick battle,” Baba sighs with exhaustion. “Didn’t want to be involved…” He shrugs as if to show it was out of his control. ___ beckons him to follow her to the kitchen. Once inside, ___ talks with Baba about the rapid onspot battle between Weavile versus a Trainer and their Roggenrola. The topic soon changes when she sees that Baba is also making something for his Pokémon. It wasn’t long before they both start talking about their Pokémons’ tastes and dislikes. When the bell rings to signal that the care is finished, both chefs finish their batches of treats. Setting it to cool, they run and happily collect their Poké Balls, thanking Nurse Joy and Audino. ___ laughs as Minccino snuggles before she hops off to the kitchen. “Alright wait,” ___ giggles, chasing her friend. “The others deserve it too!” She sees the wild Eevee from earlier tagging at her heels. It didn’t take ___ long to figure out that she earned its trust. ~*~ Soryu scans the coded letter in front of him and glowers. It wasn’t good news and it didn’t help where it was from. One of the rival teams to Team Suzumushi sends it to them then to him in a call for help. Soryu isn’t the man to lend any to teams or factions that don’t share the same values and standards as he does. This team in particular goes against what he believes with a conviction. What to do?… The main thing they need is men. He doesn’t have that. He needs all available hands he can to fight against Pokémon poachers, Pokémon Hunter F, and Magikarp sellers. He picks up a pen and writes a new one back. He sends it on a Pidove and sighs in frustration. Soryu silently hopes that Simon and Mei Ling will understand. They need their team as much too. The majority count for all Pokémon on the team is Shiny. He knows that the father and daughter has a couple. “Just how desperate are people to have a Shiny Pokémon,” he hisses. “They are hard to catch mostly because they are hiding from us.” And he personally knows that Eisuke’s Vespiquen was once a Shiny Combee. A hard catch during their school days in England. He goes back to sit at his desk and looks at a picture of his grandfather with a crooked smile. Then something catches his eye. He pulls it out and shock courses through his body at the hidden letter. ~*~ Mamoru sits at his desk, head resting on his palms. The meeting at Eisuke’s office earlier is too intense for his liking. The girl’s Growlithe got taken away from her cruelly and the man who wanted it was mostly for show. That is enough to make him frown just thinking about it. The fact that most Pokémon recovered from the estate is in bad condition and aren’t natives to the area. “Damn those bastards,” he frowns before summoning Jumpluff. Seconds later, Hayami sighs at the sight of Mamoru asleep at his desk. Hayami needs some files from Mamoru regarding a bunch of men who got randomly set on their doormat. ~*~ Luke has his newly evolved Wigglytuff help with Chansey and Audino in healing a ton of Pokémon who had been dumped from a few Pokémon Centers regarding some arrests. He recalls that Soryu has some help in it as some of them actually come from those who’d originally corrupted Team KōriRyu. He chuckles while recalling how his kohai just left them at the front door to the police station. The only way that could’ve been done was with a Psychic Type. “Just done exhaust Gallade,” he mutters while getting his Key Stone out. If he’s having this many patients, he’s going to have to go all out on healing them and having them help each other. ~*~ In his office, Eisuke sighs as he re-reads the text Soryu sent to him a few hours ago. Apparently when they were kids and before birth, there was a race in creating a new pseudo-legendary and all teams were in a race to do so. Nobody then had the resources to go after the materials needed to control or summon certain Legendary Pokémon so what had once been a quiet group helping in a near Robin Hood manner became a madhouse of experiments. Failed breedings and dead Pokémon weren’t buried but burned, making Eisuke nearly hurl his guts out in disgust. “Now we can get the original plan of stopping these poachers,” he cheers in a soft tone. “Their resources for this is splendid enough for me to not build a side project.” Even though funding Soryu behind the scenes is nothing more than a few coins for him, Eisuke isn’t that low to play the same game as the poachers. No. He’ll prove it that there is no way he will bend to their level to play their game. He will play it his way.

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[aion-rsa]

Doctor Who: the Historical Places the Show Has Never Visited (But Should)

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All of time, all of space, at your fingertips. That’s the promise of the TARDIS.  And despite a strong predilection for London, Earth, in the late 20th and early 21st centuries, the Doctor has certainly gotten about a bit.

But the thing about the universe is, there’s a lot of it, and there are still key historical events, massive epochs of history and places in the universe that the Doctor has never been to on screen.

Some of these have made appearances in the books, comics, of Big Finish audios, but as ‘The Haunting of Villa Diodati‘ shows, Doctor Who isn’t afraid of double dipping when the destination is tempting enough.

The Sinking of the Titanic

A big obvious one that the show has flirted with before with ‘Voyage of the Damned‘, and which the Ninth Doctor hinted at being present at in ‘The End of the World‘. The event was even portrayed in the Virgin Adventures novel ‘The Left-Handed Hummingbird’, while the Sixth Doctor Big Finish Audio, ‘The Wreck of the Titan’, had the Doctor aboard the Titanic’s fictional namesake.

But the actual sinking of the actual Titanic itself seems ripe for a TV episode. Big visuals, a race against time, some of those lovely fixed points that the Doctor loves running into so much. It’s an episode that’s begging to be made.

The Sontaran-Rutan War

We’ve met the Sontarans, angry orange potatoes that love shooting at things. We’ve met the Rutans in the classic story ‘The Horror of Fang Rock’- they’re glowing green blob things. We know the two species are locked in bitter, centuries-long conflict, but we’ve never actually seen what that war would look like.

What we do know is that the Sontarans are clones, while the Rutans are shapeshifters, and so there’s room for all kinds of The Thing-style shenanigans if a Rutan can get behind enemy lines.

The Dancing Plague of 1518

Despite being back on the air for 16 years, the new series has yet to attempt that staple of modern television, the musical episode. But in Strasbourg, from July to September 1518, there is the perfect Historical story to allow for just that. Somewhere between 50 and 400 people took to dancing for days, with some rumoured to dance themselves to death.

This is just begging for the Doctor to turn up and attempt to foil a musical invasion.

First Contact

This is a bit of a weird one, as Doctor Who has portrayed humans encountering aliens pretty much constantly since the dawn of pre-history.

But we’ve never actually seen the moment when aliens went from things that only appeared in behind-the-scenes conspiracies and rapidly forgotten invasions, to a widely acknowledged reality. When does that happen? Do aliens visit us and finally not attempt to kill us? Do we finally send a mission out to somebody else’s planet?

It’s a great big gaping gap in Doctor Who’s future history and it’s dying for someone to come and colour in the gap.

Ea-nasir’s Copper Shop

A celebrity historical not quite like the ones we’ve seen before, Ea-nasir is famous for one thing. He was a terrible copper salesman. The only reason we know he exists is because of the tablets archaeologists found around his shop saying how dreadful he was. The city of Ur in 1750 BC is already a far under-utilised time traveller destination, so have the Doctor show up and face an evil alien threat that can only be defeated with some high-quality copper. It writes itself!

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The Silurian Epoch

We’ve seen the Silurians a few times in the old and new series of the show, usually busting out of their underground bunkers and running into trouble with those gosh-darned apes. But what did the peak of their civilization look like?

Now, even the most profoundly dedicated Doctor Who fan might be raising their eyebrows at this as surely the idea of an advanced technological civilization existing in the age of the dinosaurs is ridiculous?

But actually, if you look into the science of it (and this study does), and appreciate just how incredibly long ago the age of the dinosaurs was, it starts to look frighteningly plausible that an entire civilization could rise, fall and disintegrate without trace in that time.

Oh, and give the dinosaurs feathers. Just saying.

Ancient Egypt

Okay this is actually a pretty vague answer, since Cleopatra is closer in history to the iPhone than she is to the construction of the Great Pyramids, so that’s a lot of time to set an adventure in. It’s also a time period we’ve seen briefly, as the Doctor popped in to pick up Queen Nefertiti during ‘Dinosaurs on a Spaceship‘. We’ve also seen mummies before- whether on the Space Orient Express or from Mars, but never in their natural habitat. Why is that? Ancient Egypt is a great setting, providing you avoid all the more popular historical inaccuracies like the pyramids being built by slaves, or looking like ruins, or everyone being white.

And in terms of monsters, you’ve not just got mummies to draw from – you’ve also got a pantheon of Gods that both look like cool monsters and can be convincingly portrayed by a good mask.

Mondassian History

Given that it has been established over and over again that the planet Earth is the Doctor’s favourite place in the universe, you’d think she’d be happy to have a spare. Yes, it all ends badly with the increasingly inaccurately named story, ‘Tenth Planet‘, and we’ve seen (heard) a bit of the path that led there with the classic audio, ‘Spare Parts’, but there’s a whole parallel history that takes place before that. Show us the Mondassian Roman Empire! The Second World War on a Second World! Use it as a chance to tell some really nuts alternate history stories with the spectre of the Cybermen lurking in the background.

Woolly Rebellion

We know this happened in 2211 because the Doctor namechecked it in ‘It Takes You Away‘. So I think it’s only fair that the series now devote an entire two-parter to the Doctor fighting sheep.

The Voyage of the HMS Beagle

Surprisingly, Charles Darwin has only appeared in person in one story, the Big Finish Audio, ‘Bloodtide’. Perhaps there’s a reason the TV show hasn’t snapped him up – the period of his life that would make the best Who story, the voyage of the HMS Beagle, takes place years before he adopted his iconic “massive white beard” look, and the TV show tends to like their historical figures to look like they do in the pictures.

But The Pirates! In An Adventure with Scientists has already shown that you can get away with show Darwin just having a set of massive side burns, and this is an on-screen meeting we need to see.

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Because I dare you. That’s why.

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It is with a heavy heart I have to announce the cancellation of DrSwirl. It is NOT because Youtube has been losing advertisers or removing ads from my videos, they have been good to me and only 2 videos have ever been demonetized (not counting copyright which is perfectly understandable). It is NOT because I'm moving to Vidme or Vimeo or Break.com or any other 2 bit site, I would have the same issues elsewhere I'm sure. Here's the reason why. the entirety of my Youtube career has been plagued with issues behind the scenes, Issues which I normally don't talk about, namely my internet. I'm not going to mention which faceless internet corporation I have, but it is comparable to being in a bunker with 5 inch steel walls that's buried 100 ft underground. Let me just say, this video is just about 3 minutes or so, and It's telling me it's going to take 3 hours to upload. Now if that isn't some bullcrap, I dunno what is. I don't know if it's just my house, but it's painful everytime I upload, and remember this year I switched to 5 uploads a week. This isn't a new problem either, the entire 9 years I have been having this issue, heck my entire life in this house. You'll probably say I should go somewhere else to upload, somewhere with higher speed internet. I'd like to see you upload a video 5 days a week while working an actual job those same 5 days. that also brings me to my second reason, Youtube itself. I wish I could upload pictures here so you could see the numerous screenshots of all the Youtube errors I've gotten. Watch any video and chances are you'll see the terrible sizing issues, That's Youtube, not me messing it up. Let's say i get a video edited, internet's working fine that day, and I try to upload, well guess what, "Youtube could not process your video" "Connection to Youtube has been lost" "There was an unknown error while uploading to Youtube". Time and time again. I've contacted support and while nice guys and gals, they offer no real help. And lets talk about the editor shall ? I used Adobe Premiere Elements 9 for the first 8 and a half years, and only switched to Premiere Elements 14 this year. the old editor froze constantly, lost several projects, was slow as a fat donkey, and was just a pain. this new one is fast, great, amazing, and several other adjectives, but it also has upload issues. ... But enough complaining from the entitled Youtuber. Now for the sad goodbye. I've spent 9 years on this website, more time than almost any other website on the internet, and one I've visited almost daily for longer than that. I've had termedous fun (a word I don't often use) and have gotten a lot of enjoyment from uploading and seeing peoples reaction and watching it (sort of) grow. It's really been a hoot, and there is nothing but sadness in canceling this channel. This was not a decision I take lightly, this is one I've been thinking about and mulling over for almost a month. This was the hardest decision of my entire life. Despite all of the problems I've had, I really do love this channel and love this site. I'm not leaving angry at Youtube, I'll still visit daily and enjoy my time here, but it will be bitter sweet. ..... What will happen to the Youtube videos and this channel? It won't go anywhere. The channel will still be here (stagnant) and the videos will still be here (untouched). You can still like and dislike and comment and subscribe and unsubscribe and favorite and add to your watchlist, and illegally download. ..... I would like to thank EVERY SINGLE PERSON who has ever watched a video, whether it was all of them, or one of them. Thanks every one who liked a video and disliked a video. Thanks every one who subscribed or unsubscribed. Thanks everyone who ever commented or even thought about doing so. Thanks everyone that shared a video with a pal, or someone you really hated. Thanks everyone who ever added a video to their playlist of great videos, or cringy annoying videos. Thanks to everyone who is taking the time to read this ridiculous long goodbye. ..... I can't say that the channel will ever upload again, but I also can't say it won't upload again. Shows get renewed and resurrected, tho for my foreseeable future, this is dead. Maybe one day I'll move to some magical land of high speed internet and everything will be OK. but also maybe  I'll get mauled to death by a Wilder beast. Who knows what the future holds (not this dumb idiot) but nothing is forever and never say never and some other generic Disney phrase. All I have to say is Drink Refreshing Coca-Cola brand soft drink and don't sue me. Goodbye friends, Goodbye Youtube Family.

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