#morris is unwanted
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on oscar and morris delancey
steven berkoff, the fall of the house of usher / the fall (detail) by alan stephens foster / two friends by malcolm t liepke / wikipedia, “law of holes” / embrace by peter wever / margaret atwood, the blind assassin / how the light gets in / hera lindsay bird, mirror traps / tabitha suzuma, forbidden / sue zhao, where to begin
#oscar delancey#morris delancey#the delancey brothers#web weave#so normal about them! have such normal feelings about the complexities of their relationship#how trauma plays into it intrinsically and how it’s so tangled with obligation and trauma bonding and helplessness and you are all i’ve got#so codependent that they don’t know where the love starts and ends#or maybe the love is all of it#sometimes it feels like it’s none of it#oscar’s an older brother and a father and a mother and a sister and a child#morris is unwanted#they love each other#they’d have nothing if they didn’t
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I'm having thoughts about Ashton and Fearne's relationship. Platonic or romantic I don't mind either, I just.
Fearne. Fearne who Morri taken a shine to. Fearne, she was collected, traded for a favor, given, kept, kept, kept, like a toy. A thing, a thing - yes her parents love her yes they'd give her the moon (hah!) but she's a precious thing to them, a six year old, a child but without any of the budding autonomy of one, talked about with the same fond possessiveness as a pet. All the language surounding her treats her as an object - it certainly sheds some light on how she views her relationships. She was loved, yes, but loved enough to be *worth* something when traded, loved enough to be hoarded by Morri.
Ashton, who was a Nobody and then nobody to the Nobodies, who left him for dead, who potentially even set him up??? (I've seen some mutterings about that). Ashton who was an unwanted orphan, a Greymoore, one body among the masses, nobody important to anyone (bar Milo and FCG). Ashton who is one man's trash, another man's treasure - broken but gilded.
And what do they do?
They steal from eachother.
"Fuck you, you're someone, because a thing can't have things and I want your things. You're a cunning foe in this game of ours, you're fun to play with, fuck you, you can't say steal from a toy. It's only fun taking things because they're owned by you," says Ashton.
"You're worth taking from, you're worth the game, you're someone I want to interact with. I'll watch you sleep, I'll look into your head like you matter. You're some*body* and you have some *things* and I'll keep coming back to you," says Fearne.
"I'll steal you," they both say. "You're worth stealing, but only because it’s you, and I care about you."
#critical role#critical role spoilers#critrole spoilers#critical role meta#ashton greymoore#cr ashton#fearne calloway#cr fearne#callowmoore#idk if i ship them yet or not! but man this just hit me like a truck and it works as friends Or Not#cr meta
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wait, Travis is ACTUALLY serious about asking Morri to delete centuries of his age, with the FULL knowledge that deals with hags often have unwanted consequences? I SUPPORT this, go GET IT, yessss, make those wild decisions.
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🎵 i have to do it for our girl riza 😌
shameless self-promo but the first song I have about our best girl riza is a WIP -- I recorded a very sloppy demo acapella here and am still toying around with the chorus, but I'm quite happy with how the lyrics turned out so far :)
I was waiting for change / in that same old spot
when the midnight train / brought you to the porch
A rose garden, snowed under by
any other name, and I
came to you like a moth to flame
never knowing dust would be our end
But in this dream, we were bending time
carved our names in the fading light
and you were once more, and hence forth, forever mine
And in this dream, you were shimmering
Aurora in spring, chasing brass rings
wasn't worth our weight in gold
verse 2 (unrecorded) goes something like:
Now I sit and weep before stone-faced graves
Haunted by the weight of unwanted legacies
Mother used to warn me of beautiful fools
I should've known you were one too
But I choked on pearls of wisdom
And turned in a kingdom / just to flirt with freedom
the bit in bold is supposed to be Riza's response to an old song I wrote from Roy's perspective (this time/old-time lovers), where the chorus goes: but I promise I'll be a better man, be a bit less of a fool, someone wise / this time, I'd like to make you mine (except Riza has the discernment to know that they can only exist as lovers in a dream ahahaha I feel like Roy would have a harder time reigning his desire because he's just so passionate about every single thing, probably about carrots as well).
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on to the actual playlist!!! to nobody's surprise, dr. swift features heavily:
(1) You All Over Me - Taylor Swift feat. Maren Morris)
(2) Dreams Tonite - Alvvays
(3) The Great War - Taylor Swift
(4) epiphany - Taylor Swift
(5) Time Lapse - Taeyeon (this is a Korean song but the English translation of the lyrics cut so deep aaaahhhh)
#asks#thanks for the ask meg!!! <3#royai#music#poetry#original music#heavily citing Taylor Swift in hopes of getting tickets this week#cheers to surviving the Great War#update 22 million people signed up for general sales lmao BLESS#for context my hood has a population of 5.5 million#prayers are appreciated ty
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Sunset Valley - End of Days
Chapter One - "Laissez-Faire" (Part IV)
River’s Journal - June 25 -July 1st, 1989
How much longer did we have? The news that we were subjected to every day was not promising. Marshal of the Soviet Union Dmitry Yazov was ordering troops into the Kola Peninsula in an effort to intimidate the Finns into capitulating their territory. It wasn’t working and the Finns were getting ready for war bringing their military to high alert. Finland and Sweden were not NATO countries, so they weren’t about to have unnecessary aggression on their part but NATO was concerned as the potential for armed conflict would rise enough for NATO to jump in if those territories were overrun by Soviet troops. Frankly, it was out of self-interest. An attack on one of the neutrally aligned countries would end up involving territory expansion and thus leave NATO open to losing its potential buffer against a Soviet division buttressing right up against the border of a NATO country. UN Secretary General Javier Pérez de Cuéllar expressed concern when Gorbachev was under pressure from Kremlin hardliners that military action must be taken in order to prevent NATO from deploying MX short-range nuclear tipped missiles in Europe. He was indicating that NATO perhaps may have to intervene in strengthening UN affirmed peace-keeping missions along the border with Soviet aligned nations and territories. And it wasn’t unheard of, of the possibility that Yazov might in fact, start a full-scale invasion of Germany through Poland and East Germany leveraging the holding of Warsaw Pact nations into a spear aimed right at the center of NATO defences that were assembled in West Germany.
Haruo was insistent that we had enough food to be able to save our family members. Evidently Mom had married Cycl0n3 Sw0rd and well, they had a little one named Greg. We also saved Morgana and Molly and her two daughters, Sandi and Deidre. The jury’s still out about Thornton since he seems to be very interested in Jamie Jolina. If he has cuckolded Morgana then tough beans, he fries. And since we needed people to man the registers, the family members brought in would man those and allow us to keep commerce running while we were trying to work our way out of the quagmire that we would end up in if these politicians couldn’t come to an agreement and everything went to hell in a hand-basket.
With the children, since the parents were tasked with manning the tills, we got the joyful chore of raising these little urchins. It’s nice to know that the man that I love, cares about my family as well. Unfortunately his family isn’t the type of family that cares much about anything other than their own well-being, that probably comes from his mother being a narcissist and his father being an enabler. I still wonder how my boyfriend turned out the way he did with those kind of parents – that after being ignored and essentially unwanted, that he would still carry some sort of empathy towards others.
When Molly turned up only she, Sandi and Deidre showed up. What happened was that Leighton was actually seeing Monika Morris on the side. And as it turned out Leighton had been cuckqueening Molly. It also turned out that Deidre wasn’t even his child. It had turned out that Xander Clavell was the father. He had impregnated her before he dumped her. As it was that didn’t go over too well with Molly and she had dumped him. Of course, Molly had also been cuckolding Leighton with Xander Clavell so it really was retribution after the fact and both had cheated on each other. Molly really didn’t have much of a motherly instinct so the kids were pawned off on us. The only child that got mothered by his biological mother was my step-brother and we managed to save the husband too. Cycl0n3 was quite pleased to have been spared the horror that was about to be unleashed. I didn’t have the heart to tell him that, despite the May-September marriage which might have raised some eyebrows if we really cared about that, the reason why he was being saved was the fact that he was good and faithful to my mother and took care of Greg. And hey, it provided us with practice child-minding since Haruo and I planned to have a few of our own though sometimes I wondered about the sanity of bringing up children in what potentially could happen.
Evidently, according to Bebe Hart, her mother, Dorie, after her divorce from Gus Hart, turned into the crazy cat lady of Sunset Valley. She was now living in the house known as Mosquito Cove along with five cats. I’m sure she’s probably going to get more. At least that’s what Bebe suspects since she says her mother wasn’t always quite there. According to my boyfriend, rather unkindly, she had always been a few sticks short of a bundle. And you know how kids talk when they were going to school; kids had no discretion. As Mark Twain once said, “Children and fools always speak the truth”.
As usual, the dirty-laundry aired out and well, Thornton was busy with Jamie Jolina, then with the town bike, Pauline Wan (because she was ridden so often). It appeared that our Heavenly Watcher got busy and granted some divine retribution. Because yet another news headline appeared that the town magnate had gotten electrically shocked with a freak lightning blast.
Back at our bunker, things were proceeding as normal as we could with listening to the broadcasts about worsening world events in Europe and the Middle East was turning into a bonfire since the Israelis and the Lebanese were locked in pitched battle over the Gaza which had heated up since the Israeli-Arab war of the 1970s. Evidently, if they weren’t fighting they weren’t happy. And of course, Egypt buying arms from the Soviet Union kept pouring coals on the fire to stir the antagonism into a raging flame of hatred.
My boyfriend and I tried to get as much sleep as we could because if thing went to hell in a hand-basket over Europe and the Middle East, then we all wouldn’t get much sleep either unless we wanted to be immolated in the middle of our dreams. Mom may not have been too happy with the fact that Haruo and I were intimately sleeping together, but well...it was pretty much all weird times so none of it truly mattered in the big scheme of things. If things went the way that my boyfriend was figuring they would, none of our book of dated morals would matter a hill of baked beans.
We’d be too busy trying to bring humanity back from the brink of extinction to worry about that kind of thing.
Meanwhile, F3L-1X (Felix) and F4R-M3R (Farmer), yes, Phil created a second plumbot to exclusively take care of the farm upstairs. Felix did go and milk the cows and collect eggs from the chickens. After Felix did the milking the cows thing, he came downstairs and started cutting gemstones, which we would send up to my mom at the consignment register to sell off. Haruo had definitely figured out a way of making sure that my mom, her husband and my step-brother were safe. And I was grateful to him for that. However I felt sorrow that he was prepared to lose his own parents no matter how abusive his mother was. He was prepared to sacrifice his own father since his father had turned on him and was enabling his mother’s behavior towards him. And that, to him was unforgivable.
The nice thing about the RBG Gemstone cutter was that it didn’t make the horrendous noise that the Gem-U-Cut did. Heavens be to the Watcher, that Gem-U-Cut made enough noise to wake up the dead. The last time that Felix used it to cut Tiberium, Bebe and Masaharu were incensed because they got woken up out of a sound sleep. I’m surprised Phil, Clarissa, my boyfriend and I were able to sleep through the whole thing. But they were in the gem-cutting room ranting at Felix for doing this at 3AM in the morning. Oh well.
The weather had turned in the last few days and we were getting a good soaking of rain. While the rest of the town was going through the motions, we were busy in the bunker trying to get everything ready to go into lockdown since the news that we heard on the radio and on the TV was getting worse. Peace talks with regards to arms reduction had stale-mated and the Soviets had walked away from the table, leaving poor Mikhail Gorbachev at the table with no-one to bolster his position. The hardliners who were at the table were making their point that Gorbachev had no power whatsoever and that their edicts were the ones that would sway control over the Politburo and their leaving the table while the General-Secretary was left with egg on his face punctuated the loss of control over his own cabinet.
(to be continued)
#sims 3#ts3#river mcirish#sims 3 gameplay#sims 3 storytelling#river and haruo#haruo chikamori#Sunset Valley - End of Days#sims 3 stories#sims 3 apocalypse#sims 3 family#sims 3 pictures#the sims 3#ts3 simblr#sims 3 apocalypse
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1967. Directed by actor/writer/director/comedian Howard Morris. I had heard of this film, over the years, and I finally saw it. A silly screwball comedy, involving money, a la IT'S A MAD, MAD, MAD, MAD WORLD. An all-star character actor cast. It's on YouTube. 'A mint worker accidentally destroys some money and decides to break in and reprint it, but finds he has some unwanted partners.'
BONUS TRIVIA- THE FILM WAS PRODUCED BY Norman Maurer, Moe Howard's son in law.
Jim Hutton as Harry Lucas
Dorothy Provine as Verna Baxter
Walter Brennan as Pop Gillis
Milton Berle as Luther Burton
Joey Bishop as Ralph Randazzo
Bob Denver as Willie Owens
Jack Gilford as Avery Dugan
Victor Buono as the Captain
Jamie Farr as Mario
David J. Stewart as Samson Link
Jackie Joseph as Imogene Harris
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immediately begging for “you always were the mama’s boy” for the delanceys from those sibling prompts <3
Ty Ty Nox <3 I hope this is okay
Cw: sexist langauge, mentioned violence (I promise I am working on the more lighthearted prompts too lmao :))
“Wiesel’s pissed.”
“When’s he not.”
“Don’t go into the kitchen.”
“Why?” It was at that Morris looked up from the stained shirt he was attempting to scrub the blood out of, to be met with Oscar holding a hand to the side of his forehead, red leaking from between his fingers. “You alright?”
“Fine. You got a cloth or something.”
What the hell, the shirt was already stained anyway.
He tossed it Oscar’s direction and he caught it with one hand, holding it up to the cut, wincing slightly as it touched his gashed skin.
“What did you do?”
Oscars eyebrow twitched. “Who says I did somethin’?”
“Wiesel don’t go after you ‘less you piss him of cause he knows you could beat the shit out of him.”
“You know what day it is?”
Morris stared at him blankly. “It’s a Tuesday.”
Oscar rolled his eyes, and then looked downward, kicked at the floor once. “Happy death day ma.”
The room went silent.
.
“What?”
.
Oscar whistled low in response, “She died what? Eight, maybe nine years ago today?”
Morris swallowed, working down the sudden rock lodged in the back of his throat. He gave himself a moment to settle before he spoke, it didn’t help much but he wasn’t expecting it to.
“An’ you did that whole display in front of Uncle Wies?”
“Weasel said I should be lucky she didn’t drown me like an unwanted kitten.”
“You are lucky.”
“Oh, well thank fuck the whore who couldn’t wait to marry da to fuck him was too scared a’ God to drown me. One thing the bastard’s ever done for me.”
Morris tensed his jaw, lowered his gaze down to his hands, tinged pink from his useless efforts to get the stain out. Fuckin’ useless task now as Oscar continued to hold it to his forehead, he could already see the red blossoming on it.
“You said that to Wiesel?”
“What if I did.”
“An’ you’s shocked he hit you?”
“Never said that.” Oscar paused, jaw tensing as realisation dawned across his face, making itself known in the way his lip curled up at the edges, more like bared teeth than a smirk. “But you’re on his side right?”
Morris opened his mouth to answer but Oscar beat him to it.
“Course’ you are. Fuckin’ pathetic suck-up.”
“I ain’t on Wiesel’s side.” Morris snapped, “But you owe ma a little respect.”
Oscar barked out a laugh at that, “Bothers the two of you a hell of a lot more than it bothers her.” And his gaze fixed on him for a second, something cold and calculated, disappointed. Cruel. “But you always were the mama’s boy.”
Morris blinked hard, swallowing. The rock in his throat didn’t move.
“You gonna cry like she did? Always sittin’ on the end of her bed fuckin’ cryin’ when she wasn’t just starin’ into space.”
“You’re a jackass y’know that.”
“Only on special occasions.” Oscar bit back. “We should go visit her grave. You can tell her you miss her, see if she gives a shit.”
Morris stood up, the wooden chair clattering to the floor behind him. “Shut up. Oscar.”
Oscar grinned. “You wanna get a hit in too? Go a open handed slap, that was always ma’s favourite. Or go grab a plate if you’re feelin’ brave. She fuckin’ loved throwin’ those.”
“She dropped them.”
He barked out another laugh, and Morris stopped for a second, but he couldn’t smell any alcohol on Oscar’s breath. He couldn’t even use that as an excuse this time round, though he supposed mention of their mother was always enough to get Oscar riled up like this. Morris felt it too, like there was something under his skin clawing to get out.
Oscar dropped his hold on the shirt held to forehead, chucking it to the floor and Morris ignored the flower of blood stained on it as Oscar ran a hand roughly through his hair.
“Jesus Christ, you really are just as crazy as her if you think that’s true.” Oscar spat.
“She wasn’t crazy.”
Oscar’s hand shot toward him and Morris flinched back but the hit never landed. Instead he fisted the cross necklace hung around his neck, forcing him to stumble forward a step as to not break it.
“Nah,” Oscar said, glancing down at the cross in his hand. “Just fuckin’ delusional.”
Morris shoved him away, taking a step back, fisting the cross in his own hand till he felt it dig into his palm.
“Real fuckin’ sorry you can’t miss her Os, but don’t take it out on me.”
Oscar scoffed, a rivulet of blood beading down his forehead into his eyelashes. “Nothing to miss.”
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You Always Said My Hands are Colder Than Death
context: the people of Ajirial had finally had enough of Queen Theodora's violent rule. Ruth mulls over their shared past when she finds an old gift. there's a quick blood mention under the cut!
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Ruth stood by the grand window, she paced with the intensity of a ticking clock. Snowy branches lined the bleak horizon. A hollow ache pained her chest as she realized her only witness had been stolen away by the gray clouds. On such a wretched day, not even the sun could bare to watch.
She needed to do something. Anything other than waiting by a window for news that may not even come.
Ruth turned her attention to her dresser. She could at least recount her experience for the archives. Her mary-janes gently beat against the floor like the fog rolling in. As she rummaged for her journal, something caught her eye.
The gloves glimmered like snowflakes dancing in the light of a full moon. As she held them up to her face, she noticed the lace. The spider silk looped into a pattern of spirals. The seams glimmered with clear quartz. Ruth felt a stone sink into her chest.
Theo gifted these to her when they were girls. Back when nothing truly mattered, and her best friend just so happened to be a real-life princess. Before Theo spilled blood. Before Ruth's blood splattered against a dark cave wall .
The gloves glimmered against the dark wood. Unwanted memories of long summer days when Theo declared herself unbeatable. Before sickness almost wrenched their souls out of their bodies. Something got in Theo.
A sigh escaped Ruth's lips. She didn’t remember a time before she promised to keep the ugly truths silent. One day, she would pry every untold story out of her chest and lay it bare for someone to see. She imagined Theo would be the one listening.
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Word Find Game
This one comes from the wonderful @avrablake, thanks!!
Wind (Niv and the Neverwhere)
“Silent earth,” Nez swore softly, all the blood draining from his wind-tanned face. “Those people don’t just burn villages Niv, they literally salt the ground behind them. You won’t find so much as a knuckle bone if they turn on us.”
“Don’t get too worked up,” said Niv. Her voice came out a little too brittle. A little too quiet. She swallowed, and pushed on. “Those are just rumors. And he’s not even good at being a bad guy. No subtly, no nuance, his version of intimidating is just smacking people and throwing a few insults at them.”
“He could still ruin us.”
“I know, I know. I didn’t insult him again.”
“Good for you.”
There was no comforting sarcasm in her brother’s voice. He reached for Niv’s hand, and she took it, their cold fingers curling together. It’s just a few days. We just have to make it a few days.
Disappoint (Deathdancer - Zaul POV)
“Pleasure doing business with you,” Zaul nodded, holding out the envelope.
She snatched it immediately, rifling through the papers. “If these don’t hold up to scrutiny-“
“They will. I’ve already filed the corresponding travel documents. Welcome to Aramzind. I hope your caravan enjoys their time here.”
Without a word, she swept away, leaving Zaul alone in the alleyway. He darted off the other way, running a few streets away at random, making sure he wasn’t followed before turning back towards the Oasis District.
It was an easy precaution to take, and things already felt off tonight. The stranger sneaking around the Oasis had set him on edge for some reason. Maybe he should have stuck around, alerted one of the Dumdarin that someone was near the Zazari’s offices and residence. But then he would have missed this meeting, and something told him this was not a woman he wanted to disappoint.
Roof
Niv’s mother had told her a story once, about a man with a red shadow. Not bright, like a fire or a sunset, but muted. Quiet. A flower hidden in the shadows of jagged stones. Blood-soaked black sand in the moonlight.
We were just children, she’d said, smirking slightly, knowing the reaction she was about to get. Sitting on the roof. It was the first time your father and I were truly alone, if you know what I mean.
Mom! Nez had wrinkled his nose, waving his hands in front of his face, trying to banish whatever unwanted image of their parents he’d already conjured up.
Weak (Deathdancer - Zaul POV)
“Wait,” rasped Hita, chest heaving, face set into grim lines.
“Make me.”
Hita shook her head.
“Zaul, you-”
A lawkeeper yelped. Zaul jumped, whipping around to see what had happened, in time to see a figure that looked frighteningly like Orvon launch out of a wagon and bolt.
An instant later, a tall woman dived after him, her mass of black coils bouncing as she waved the lawkeeper away.
Zaul’s knees went weak, head spinning from their wild run. If he could have, he’d have done a long, dramatic exhale, but given he was lucky to manage not passing out that wasn’t really on the table.
She’s alive.
I tag (no pressure!!): @sleepyowlwrites, @sleepysera, @memento-morri-writes, @shaheenarnitipsyart, @akindofmagictoo, and open tag for anyone who wants it!
Your words are: Still, Proud, Floor, Strong
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yoooooo heyyy rayyyyyy. Random ask but why would your oc's superlatives be (ex most likely to succeed or the one that I got which was most likely to win the hunger games) you can choose whichever ones you want ❤️
since you didn't say who,,, i'm doing all of them 😈
also i'm poking fun at them
はんぞ 在やぉ [ayako hanzo] | most likely to get away with murder
viper despair | most likely to challenge god to a fist fight
maya morris | most likely to turn into a supervillain
renesmee fennec | most likely to start a revolution
oliver vagabond | most likely to get lost in a mall
うえむら あきら [akira uemura] | most likely to be hospitalized 10 times a week
antos goldfarben | most likely to have a mental breakdown to an armless snake
maximus appel | most likely to text his ex again
parson | most likely to win in a sword fight, bare handed
red hemingway | most likely to be a disney princess
sun luciu | most likely to be a model
yuuma | most likely to be a cryptid
はるみ みうき [mizuki harumi] | most likely to be worshipped in a cult
миша смирнов hayes [misha smirnov hayes] | most likely to commit homicide
orkid | most likely to poison someone for fun
pulse | most likely to be on unwanted posters
alastair anderson | most likely to bring a bow to a knife fight
nixxiam wu | most likely to accidentally kill a man
charlie [charlotte evans] | most likely to break every bone in her body and still be fine
clarity [clarissa alinsky] | most likely to betray her closest ally
theseus [peter fullilove] | most likely to write self-insert fanfics of his favorite superhero
ryu [rhys williams] | most likely to steal an ice cream from a child
shadow [shay o'sullivan] | most likely to sacrifice herself for her loved ones
this is long-
#pls don't open the tags#original characters#south park oc#gravity falls oc#persona 5 oc#twisted wonderland oc#twst oc#oc#twisted wonderland#twst#gravity falls#south park#persona 5#alastair anderson#charlie [charlotte evans]#clarity [clarrissa alinsky]#nixxiam wu#theseus [peter fullilove]#parson#antos goldfarben#orkid#pulse#ryu [rhys williams]#shadow [shay o'sullivan]#мижа смирнов hayes [misha smirnov hayes]#はるみ みうき [mizuki harumi]#yuuma ray#sun luciu#red hemingway#maximus appel
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So this was in my FB memory feed today.
Yep.
This is likely why my brother is such a collector. He has everything. I STG the only thing he's missing out of his G.I. Joe collection is the U.S.S. Flagg. He has WWE stuff and he has Funko Pops and he has Transformers and MotU stuff and -- he has EVERYTHING, if you name a toy from the early '80s to the mid '90s, I'm fairly sure he has it, has had it, or knows where to get it.. And he trades them, and he sells them, and he has comic books, and he has video games and --
-- he has all the things he wanted and was denied.
My other brother jumps from job to job to job to job. He's been front of house and back of house manager for a Michelin starred restaurant. He's been a corporate representative for Philip Morris, he sold the iQuos systems overseas for a while. He's made doughnuts in a shop in Atlanta. He's done everything.
-- he can just go. He doesn't have to stay if he feels unwanted.
My baby sister -- my baby sister, I don't know anymore. I really don't. And that is very, very sad to me, but I -- it's her life. It's her choice.
-- She can leave it all behind.
And me?
You wanna know what I have done?
I have a found family who loves me without question. When I doubt my siblings' love, I have my anamacara and I have Sis and I have Aunt Sharo.
I have two children who know without a doubt in their minds that their mother loves them. Who have never known what it is to have a door slammed and locked in their face. The pain of being on a stage and looking out for Mom's face and her not being there.
-- I don't need the things, I can't leave, I won't let it go, I remember, goddamn it, I was there. Let me correct that: I remember most of it. There is some I've blocked. But I broke the goddamn cycle. I didn't fuck up my kids.
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Hiya! this might be really out of the blue but Ive been thinking about mother Delancey recently and like, what do you think happened to her? what do you think her relationship was like with Oscar and Morris if she was ever around?
hi! don’t you worry, i am literally always down to be asked literally anything about the delanceys - and i’m particularly excited about this question, because i do have a lot of thoughts about both of the delanceys’ parents. there’s lots of things i’ve slipped into fics in sort of one-off mentions, but haven’t been able to properly do anything with just yet, but i definitely have a lot of ideas. the topic of the delanceys’ mother interests me a lot, particularly how oscar “i guess he didn’t take care of me” delancey doesn’t mention her once.
cw suicide, mental health issues, abuse, standard my-delanceys stuff
first off, just to establish my basis in my own personal lil universe: ‘delancey’ isn’t their real name. oscar made it up on the spot - based on a nearby signpost - when snyder asked for their family name and he couldn’t stomach saying their father’s. i don’t have a solid idea for their real last name, i believe blaze uses ‘williams’ - i just like it as this clear distinction between the delanceys and their parents. not even a name linking them. harder to trace them, behind the rumours that follow them and race who knows their father’s face only because he saw them kicking it in.
their mother was deeply mentally ill. deeply emotionally absent too, checked out in the face of this clearly volatile relationship the boys had with their father, one which i imagine involved a lot of violence from a very early age. both boys are unwanted, a bastard and a son tying their mother to this man she had to marry to rectify mistakes she’d already made - oscar - and now she’s stuck, she’s here, on this isolated farm with nothing but her awful family to cling to. she ignores the boys being hurt and neglected and mistreated, out of this mixture of self-preservation and her own resentment for them - she hurts them plenty too, on her bad days - and it’s so much easier just to drink and drift. pointless to get involved, defending boys she doesn’t care to defend. her focus is survival, just living one day to the next with whatever she has to do and take and think to cope. she gets a factory job when the farm starts failing and money gets tight, and suddenly she’s gone long hours working too hard rather than sitting for hours listlessly at the dining room table or on the porch, often praying endlessly and muttering hail marys. and then suddenly she’s dead. it’s almost like she was never there in the first place.
i see her having bipolar or something adjacent. something the boys understood as something unpredictable, pushing and pulling her between good days where she’d be absentminded and daydreaming, and bad days where she’d be on a hair trigger to attack them or start screaming over anything they’d done. she’s overworked and overwrought, a woman who needed help and love and never got either, so the boys only ever really knew her as a shell of a person. a ghost of a mother. morris loved her most, desperate for her attention and most likely to get it, albeit just in a brief stroke of his hair he’d struggle not to flinch away from, but oscar resented her. cut all his own desire for her love into pieces and sharpened them into hatred, same as he did for their father.
she killed herself when the boys were still living on the farm, maybe about ten and twelve years old, just a year or so before their father disappeared and they both left for the streets and then the refuge. their father never told them that she killed herself, just came home drunk a few days after the fact and told them she was dead - they assumed it was a factory accident - but wiesel let it slip to oscar years later while spouting cruelty at him. maybe she threw herself from a factory window, from a bridge, into the hudson. it’s a secret oscar keeps fiercely from morris, though he lives terrified that someday wiesel’ll tell morris, drunk and angry and mean, just like he told oscar.
(i also think that jack’s dad killed himself, and it adds a whole other element because Foils.)
oscar thinks a lot about catholic views on suicide and whether ma would’ve made it to heaven, whether pa might. he doesn’t even know if either was baptised, and he’s pretty sure suicide sends you to hell anyhow, but he tries not to think about it. tries not to think about their mother in general, a woman who never did much for them except doom them to being alive and then leave them to it. a sentence she couldn’t even serve herself. he thinks about her whenever he sees the virgin mary, madonna, our lady. he thinks about the prayer cards she kept, and sometimes tore to shreds when she was having episodes. he thinks about her looking on, emotionless, whatever their father was doing. he thinks about her silhouette at the dining table. she was beautiful, beneath everything. morris looks just like her.
morris feels a lot of sympathy for her - or tries to. he searches for answers in his prayers, in his sleepless nights. he wonders if he might’ve done something wrong for her not to love him or oscar. unlike with pa, it’s harder for him to think that his beatings from her weren’t caused by him being bad, deserving it. when oscar spits disparaging words about her, spits on her memory in his bitterest moments - usually when morris brings her up - morris will argue for her. even if it gets him hit just like how she used to hit, a sudden manic burst of anger that leaves him reeling, oscar breathing hard with that fire in his eyes and looking like ma even with all of pa in his face, morris will defend her. try to remember her face and fail, only able to see her silhouetted in lamplight. see her in his own reflection, if he catches himself at the right angle.
if their dad’s a monster loose on the city, she’s a ghost haunting them.
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I posted 15,721 times in 2022
That's 9,329 more posts than 2021!
341 posts created (2%)
15,380 posts reblogged (98%)
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I tagged 1,635 of my posts in 2022
#critical role spoilers - 486 posts
#cr spoilers - 476 posts
#critical role - 434 posts
#critrole spoilers - 239 posts
#perc'ahlia - 117 posts
#vex'ahlia - 103 posts
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Longest Tag: 140 characters
#percy one night wakes up in a cold sweat 'dear our baby was a bird egg for. a time. will that impact development?' 'percival go to sleep pls
My Top Posts in 2022:
#5
I'm having thoughts about Ashton and Fearne's relationship. Platonic or romantic I don't mind either, I just.
Fearne. Fearne who Morri taken a shine to. Fearne, she was collected, traded for a favor, given, kept, kept, kept, like a toy. A thing, a thing - yes her parents love her yes they'd give her the moon (hah!) but she's a precious thing to them, a six year old, a child but without any of the budding autonomy of one, talked about with the same fond possessiveness as a pet. All the language surounding her treats her as an object - it certainly sheds some light on how she views her relationships. She was loved, yes, but loved enough to be *worth* something when traded, loved enough to be hoarded by Morri.
Ashton, who was a Nobody and then nobody to the Nobodies, who left him for dead, who potentially even set him up??? (I've seen some mutterings about that). Ashton who was an unwanted orphan, a Greymoore, one body among the masses, nobody important to anyone (bar Milo and FCG). Ashton who is one man's trash, another man's treasure - broken but gilded.
And what do they do?
They steal from eachother.
"Fuck you, you're someone, because a thing can't have things and I want your things. You're a cunning foe in this game of ours, you're fun to play with, fuck you, you can't say steal from a toy. It's only fun taking things because they're owned by you," says Ashton.
"You're worth taking from, you're worth the game, you're someone I want to interact with. I'll watch you sleep, I'll look into your head like you matter. You're some*body* and you have some *things* and I'll keep coming back to you," says Fearne.
"I'll steal you," they both say. "You're worth stealing, but only because it’s you, and I care about you."
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#4
“I’VE SEEN LIGHTIN’ SPLIT TREES BEFORE”
“I’m gonna lightningbolt the tree trunk so I can split it right down the middle and make the two halves crash down“
MY GAYS SHE DID IT THE SYMBOLISM THE POETRY
IMOGEN SO TIED TO LIGHTNING AND STORMS SPLITTING THE SUN TREE, THE TREE FROM WHICH LAUDNAS BODY HUNG, CLEAN IN TWO. EYES FLASHING WHITE NOT RED. IMOGEN NOT RUIDUS.
ALSO LAURA BAILEY RIGHTS TO KILL BRIARWOODS TURN THEM INTO FUCKING KINDLING BABE!!
1,175 notes - Posted October 14, 2022
#3
You've seen Marisha on the table, NOW GET READY FOR
ERIKA ON THE TABLE
1,522 notes - Posted July 22, 2022
#2
POV, you're the Briarwoods and the feast just got... interesting.
Jumping on the bandwagon and doing a redraw of this moment last episode because YEAH, the Twins + Percy vibes just jumped out. (There's no way Percy would be this chill but I wanted to draw them in the fancy outfits so! It be how it be :v)
1,756 notes - Posted July 23, 2022
My #1 post of 2022
SCREAMING CRYING THROWWING UPP
"The lord is in his office"
"Orym someone about your size is following you."
I BET THATS GWEN
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Robots Don’t Care About Fringe Benefits
(Was Issac Assimov another Nostradamus?)
Stephen Jay Morris
1/19/2023
©Scientific Morality
Yesterday I saw a video by the company, Boston Dynamics. It featured robots that made human gesticulations! Acrobatic skills of Olympian athletes! They jumped into the air, pivoted like marching Marines, and then, performed back flips! Plus, they lifted weights and flung heavy objects! Fascinating!
Immediately, my memory went to Charlie Chaplin’s 1936 movie, “Modern Times.” The movie warns all about the dangers of automation. Then, I thought of Issac Assimov’s,well-known, fictional books about robots. One of his best was 1942’s, “Three Laws of Robotics,” which explores the supposition that artificial intelligence can evolve into consciousness of Homo Sapiens. Could it happen? Absolutely.
Technology—theoretically and ideologically—is available to serve all of mankind. But the way the current American economic system is structured, it follows that only the ruling class could control the construction or utilization of Robots. Next to human slavery, robotics is a capitalist’s wet dream. No longer would they have to pay wages, or provide health care costs, to workers. And, not only in the warehouse assembly lines, but in the fields of landscaping, street maintenance, solar panel repair, and food harvesting in Central California. Illegal and legal aliens would no longer be needed.
This scenario would apply not only to labor, but to entertainment, as well. Who’d need athletes anymore? Human athletes ultimately get injured and management loses money. Why not have robot football players? Or baseball players? Or basketball players? Why stop there: how about actors? Maybe a robot could do stunt work. But acting? That could be 500 years into the future.
Consider sex work. Sex robots could replace prostitutes. No risk of unwanted pregnancies or socially transmitted diseases there!
Another risk eliminated with using robots would be in fighting crime. A robot could disarm a crazy shooter without getting injured or killed.
And, what about warfare? Robots could fight other robots, on the front lines, with high-powered weapons. After an atom bomb exploded, robots—if programmed properly—could rebuild society.
So, what is it that’s missing in this equation? Humanity! The poor would suffer the most. As it goes, what else is new? And the rich would prosper even more. They’d have robotic butlers and maids, and solar powered vehicles driven by robotic drivers to serve the master race.
At the bottom line, technology has two options: either to serve the wealthy rulers, or help the needy. What do you think will be the choice in the USA? My money is on the rich pigs.
Will there be woke robots or CHUD robots? Once again, I choose the latter. Conservative freedom only benefits owners of property and wealth. It is not designed for all people, only a chosen few. Egalitarianism is ignominious to an egotist. The elitist of any stripe will bellow in the night, “Why should I be equal to the slobs and smelly, poor people? Let them rot until death takes over!” Now, keep in mind, in order to have wealth, there must be poverty. So, the poor will be necessary so morticians can continue to make money, and robots can bury all the dead paupers.
Now comes the fictional proposition: What if an Anarchist scientist was to create anarcho-scientist robots for the people? Do you think the corporate elite would tolerate that? Me neither. I believe in technology and science for the people. Better woke than CHUD!
#stephenjaymorris#technology#poems on tumblr#American future#futuristic#trade unions#science fiction#Youtube
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Mitch Albom Collection 6 Books Set Tuesdays With Morrie New Mohammed Ali Winning
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My firefox add‐on stack as of December 2023
Hello people from category X,
hello people from the internet,
if you are anything like me, you like to keep your mind your own property, and would rather not share your head with words and voices you yourself have not vetted. In short, you don’t appreciate being intruded upon.
I usually do other things but this has been bothering me lately, so I decided to write this post. I am personally satisfied with what I call my add‐on stack, so if you find that there is something getting the job done better, let me know, but do use it yourself.
My stack (Quality of Life, Peace of Mind 2023)
Allow Right‐Click by Lunu. Homepage of the add‐on.
Cookie Quick Manager by Ysard. Homepage of the add‐on.
I use the Cookie Quick Manager together with Firefox Multi-Account Containers (see below) to assign Cookies to specific Containers (e.g. a container for Streaming services, another for Social Media). Assignment is only needed initially, since all contained websites will then only open within their assigned container. The Manager allows you to filter all Cookies currently stored in your Firefox browser by Container as well, so that is helpful.
Dark Reader by Alexander Shutau. Homepage of the add‐on.
Decentraleyes by Thomas Rientjes. Homepage of the add‐on.
Firefox Multi‐Account Containers by Mozilla Firefox. Homepage of the add‐on.
I use the Firefox Multi‐Account Containers together with Cookie Quick Manager (see above) to assign websites to specific Containers, so the websites always open in those containers, I have previously confined them to.
Ghostery by Ghostery. Homepage of the add‐on.
Hide Twitter Trends by Lucas Werkmeister. Homepage of the add‐on.
LeechBlock by James Anderson. Homepage of the add‐on.
Mind the Time by Paul Morris.
Privacy Badger by EFF Technologists. Homepage of the add‐on.
Search by Image by Armin Sebastian. Homepage of the add‐on.
Shut Up: Comment Blocker by Ricky Romero. Homepage of the add‐on.
uBlock Origin by Raymond Hill. Homepage of the add‐on.
Unwanted Twitch by kwaschny.net. Homepage of the add‐on.
Wayback Machine by Internet Archive. Homepage of the add‐on.
I also use a password manager external to firefox, a vpn, and a self‐hosted bookmark manager.
All of these add‐ons require work from you to work as you need them to. Don’t be sheep.
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