#stranded on an island with someone hunting you for sport

[scarsmood]

idk how else to word this to make it sounds less accusatory or aggressive so please excuse how my wording/tone may come across

how come recreating sexually traumatizing scenes in a sexually gratifying way can be healthy/helpful but thats not a thing for any other sort of trauma?

‘Not a thing for any other sort of trauma’

Your just not looking my guy, vets for instance will play tactical airsoft that involves using helicopters and being stranded on an island in a fight for survival.

People use boxing or martial arts as a way to learn to defend themsleves in ways they never could as children

Emotional and mental abuse can be replayed by playing dnd, role switching game, or just roleplay/ story telling

BDSM is one of many outlets out desensitize yourself from trauma. So heres a few more:

Art, sports, hiking, hunting, fishing, puzzles, animal keeping, gardening, video games, roleplay, story telling, Journalling, spiritual practices. The list goes on.

This comes off as ignorance to the process of trauma processing. It isn’t a linear process. Often tied to your basic means of survival (espically with CPTSD) these things are more like unwinding string than going through steps.

Id recommend the book the body keeps score. It has a great overview of trauma and its effects on the body.

My blog literally is dedicated to venting my experience as a stockholm syndrome suffree. I have 400+ poems at this point. Id recommend take a look around. If anything has made a profound impact on my trauma journey its that. I have a seperate blog dedicated to it called hatismood. You can get the idea of the scale of trauma processing. It isnt one action often many. Slowly reprogramming your brain that what your doing is safe.

BDSM is flashy. Most people cope with trauma in several different ways at once. Its never polite to ask someone if they’re doing something to work through trauma. So your never going to know unless they tell you. You have probably met more than a fair share of people on their healing journey doing something that helps them desensitize themselves.

Part 2 of that.

The phrase “recreating sexually traumatizing scenes in a sexually gratifying way” does not sit right with me. Your missing context. None of what I experienced was sexually traumatizing. I think more importantly I am not doing BDSM just to recreate trauma in a sexually gratifying way. That is an aspect but I love BDSM as a hobby. I consider it a legitimate craft and it takes time and dedication to preform. Dumbing it down to “free trauma recovery” does feel a bit insulting and lacks the appropriate depth BDSM deserves.

Trigger warning:

I’ll get dark with you here. When someone molests me unprompted that is sexually traumatizing.

When I am tied down to a chair by my boyfriend cracking jokes to him while hes cutting me. I have an adrenaline high but I am not scared. He is not scared. No one is scared or out of control in that situation. When I am being asked constantly if I am okay that is far from trauamtizing.

What im doing is exposure therapy. Familiar traumatizing stimulus is being exposed to me in a safe and contained manner. This dampens and slowly erases the connotations of trauma with these stimulus. Its a great way to cope with trauma and a basis for EMDR which focuses on rewriting and reframing traumatic memories.

I just want it to be super clear not recreating trauma. That’s not the only reason I’m doing it either. I feel like if you did BDSM for the sole purpose of healing a specific trauma you would have to clearly communicate that to your partner. Cause most people want to get dinner with you after or before. Learn about you first, have a relationship with you. You get the idea.

Personally I do it for many reasons. I think my top 3 are Trust, intimacy and connection. The trauma healing is something i never count on. Cause often with play i never get that but I do get a happy play partner and thats what im here for.

#trauma #erokin #afterdark

[gonefishing712]

50 Questions

If you could live anywhere, where would it be? I think I already live where I’ve always dreamed of living. To have a farm and to be near water.

What is your favorite family vacation? I never grew up going on family vacations. The most is I went camping with my father. If I had to choose out of recent vacations, I would have to say Costa Rica.

What would you change about yourself if you could? I don’t think I would change anything about myself. Because you change yourself in anyway then you are not yourself.

What really makes you angry? When things don’t go the way I want them too. When someone butts into things that they do not belong in.

What motivates you to work hard? Working hard comes natural to me, but it’s also a reminder of the things that I working towards in life.

What is your favorite thing about your career? My career is something I built myself and around my hobby. In the last year I have added onto what I love doing and get to work with animals.

What is your proudest accomplishment? Not following down the footsteps of my father and working my way towards a goal. I may have not known where that goal was until I was giving something I cherished dearly but once I was given The Tackle Shack. I knew than, that I was working towards accomplishments and able to set my own goals.

What makes you laugh the most? Silly jokes, humor is everything. Dad jokes I think are the best.

What did you want to be when you were small? I thought when I was younger I would be a cop. That is probably because the cops were always around when I was younger.

If you could choose to do anything for a day, what would it be? I would probably choose to spend the entire day with my love. We are always so busy that we never get to just soak in our time together. We are both always on the go.

What is your favorite game or sport to watch and play? My favorite sport is football. I used to play in high school and I love to watch the Buffalo Bills. Favorite Game would have to be Call of Duty but the old school games.

Would you rather ride a bike, ride a horse, or drive a car? Driving my truck is something I will always enjoy but as of lately, I am enjoying driving around in my gator.

What would you sing at Karaoke night? You have to get me seriously drunk to get me up on a stage with a mic.

What two radio stations do you listen to in the car the most? Country and Classic Rock

Which would you rather do: wash dishes, mow the lawn, clean the bathroom, or vacuum the house? Mow the lawn for sure

If you could only eat one meal for the rest of your life, what would it be? It would either have to be steak or fish. Fish weighs out higher because there are different fishes to eat.

Have you ever had a nickname? What is it? Mav has always been my nickname since I can remember

Do you like or dislike surprises? Why or why not? I dislike surprises, I also can’t keep a surprise to myself for anything.

In the evening, would you rather play a game, visit a relative, watch a movie, or read? I would probably have to choose spending time doing whatever my love wants to do if we are both free.

Would you rather vacation in Hawaii or Alaska, and why? I’m gonna have to say Hawaii because I love the water and everything that is around it. All but sand. I hate sand.

Would you rather win the lottery or work at the perfect job? And why? I would have to say the lottery because I already have the perfect job. If I won the lottery then I would be able to add onto my perfect job and expand.

Who would you want to be stranded with on a deserted island? My love Peyton.

If money was no object, what would you do all day? I would fish all day.

If you could go back in time, what year would you travel to? The western days are pretty cool. Somewhere between 1860s and 1890s

How would your friends describe you? Fun? I hope that’s how they would describe me.

What are your hobbies? Fishing, Hunting and anything that has to do with getting my hands dirty.

What is the best gift you have been given? I was pretty excited about getting the blow fisherman skeleton for Halloween. This super sweet girl who didn’t know me at the time gave me one of the best gifts ever.

Aside from necessities, what one thing could you not go a day without? I could probably leave my phone at home and not even think twice about it.

Where do you see yourself in five years? I hope to see myself married to my soulmate and with a couple little ones running around.

How many pairs of shoes do you own? Maybe five? I mainly wear my boots.

What’s your favorite zoo animal? A lion. King of the jungle.

How many pillows do you sleep with? Lets see I used to sleep with two king size pillows and a body pillow but someone has replaced the body pillow.

What’s the tallest building you’ve been to the top in? The Effie Tower

How often do you buy clothes? As of lately a lot more since someone likes to steal my shirts.

Have you ever had a secret admirer? If I have I didn’t know who they were and they did it from a distance.

What’s your favorite holiday? Thanksgiving? I love all the food.

Are you a clean or messy person? I wouldn’t say I’m a clean, I wouldn’t say I’m messy but I’m not very organized. I’m sure it drives my love nuts.

How long does it take you to get ready in the morning? If I’m up by myself, I can be out the door in thirty minutes.

What’s your favorite fast food chain? Bojangles

Do you love or hate rollercoasters? I love the thrill of rollercoasters

What’s your favorite movie? A Bronx Tale

Is your glass half full or half empty? Half full, I have so much more room to fill.

What three items would you take with you on a deserted island? A hammock, a fire starter, and a pan

Do you collect anything? Belt Buckles from different rodeos I’ve been too.

Are you an introvert or an extrovert? I would have to say I’m an extrovert.

What three things do you think of the most each day? My love, The Chores that need to be done and fishing.

Who was your first crush? I love the Resident Evil movie for Milla Jovovich

What’s the most interesting thing you can see out of your office or kitchen window? Out my kitchen window I can see the lake, and the dogs playing in the yard.

On a scale of 1-10 how funny would you say you are? A 7?

What was your first job? My first job was at The Tackle Shack and now I own it years later.

#task106 #dirtysouth

[humming-fly]

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shoutout to @ruinsofxerxes for correctly identifying the incredible edward elric energy of this post 

#boy sure did eat bugs #y'know as one does growing up #stranded on an island with someone hunting you for sport #fma #fmab #fullmetal alchemist #fullmetal alchemist brotherhood #edward elric #ling yao #video #my art #doodles #buzzfeed unsolved #i should watch that sometime it seems popular #watcher #that last shot might be one of the best ling faces i've made in a long time i might make that my new icon

[ggunight]

changgu must think the entire world of yanan… every member of pentagon does but i mean like when they had to choose between getting stranded on an island with yanan or yuto and instead of the obvious correct answer (good kind sweet strong yuto) changgu picked yanan, actual cartoon villain with the practical skills of a limp noodle. or when they did that superlatives video where the question was who’s the most romantic and i forget who everyone else decided to scapegoat for that one but changgu picked yanan for that too……. yanan, who literally hunts wooseok for sport, the most romantic in pentagon??????? and then today pentagon was asking each other who they would want their child to be like and changgu is just sitting there pointing UP (?????) i guess to make it clear that he’s not pointing at anyone in the room and he patiently waits for someone to ask what his answer is and when they eventually did ask he said “yanan who’s in china right now :D” are you fucking kidding me

#text #you want your kid …. to be like YANAN?????????????

[guylty]

Hello hello hello! A week has passed and I am back from my mini break. I am going to indulge in a little travel report here, so those of you who have no interest in sitting through someone else’s holiday pictures – no offense taken, I totally understand! – please just scroll down to where you see the header for the round-up. All your tumblr Armitage needs will be satisfied down there 😉.

Tbh, it was lovely to leave the confines of my home town and finally venture out a little bit farther afield. In fact, it only occurred to me as we were on the road, that I hadn’t left Dublin at all since mid-January 😱. Ireland is not really that big – it reaches about 500 km (300m) from top to bottom – but the terrain here is characterised by rocks and hills, which makes for small, windy roads, especially as the infrastructure does not need to be as car-friendly as in other, more populated countries in the world. So don’t be surprised if you see the estimated travel time in the map below.

Yes, it takes more than 4 hours to travel 287km (178m) in Ireland. 😁 If you look really closely at the map you will actually notice a black jagged line running through the land. That is the border between the Republic of Ireland and Northern Ireland, which is part of the United Kingdom. Our route this time took us the Northern Irish way, crossing into NI near Belturbet and then exiting again via Pettigo. The border is still “green”, i.e. there is no visible sign that you have actually moved from one jurisdiction to another. (I can usually only tell by the difference in road surface 😂 and the fact that the speed signs are suddenly in miles/h and not in kilometer/h any more. It’ll be interesting to see the Brexit regulation work out the issue of the United Kingdom’s *only* land border while keeping both EU customs rules as well as inner-Irish peace…) This is the shortest way of getting up from Dublin in the centre of the East coast, into the Northwestern corner of Ireland, which is part of the Republic and called County Donegal.

Our journey took us even longer than the estimated 4 hours, but then we also had to switch drivers in order to relieve my mother-in-law (77) and take a lunch break. We eventually arrived in Dunfanaghy in the late afternoon where my father-in-law had specifically booked rooms with a view in the plush Arnold’s Hotel. At first I was a bit taken aback at the layer of dust in our otherwise lovely room but then I realised that it meant the room had not been used in months and we were the first occupants since reopening the day prior, i.e. no lingering viruses there… From our luxurious king-size bed we had views out to the beach. (Click all images to enlarge!)

View from the bed

Village idyll

Busy despite the Covid crisis

Dunfanaghy beach at low tide

I have to say I was a bit skeptical as regards the attitude of the holiday makers towards keeping safe from the virus, though. Dunfanaghy was packed to the gills with tourists, particularly from Northern Ireland. (The weekend actually coincided with the traditional, Protestant celebrations of the Battle of the Boyne on the 12th of July every year. This is a significant date in NI, marking the victory of Protestant king William III over Catholic king James II, celebrated with drums, huge bonfires and marches by the Orange Order. It continues to be a controversial tradition within NI, with (some) Catholics offended by the celebration of this victory, while (some) Protestants insist on their right to express their traditions.) As part of the UK, NI has had a different approach to the Covid crisis than the Republic, and tbh I was not really that impressed with the general lack of social distancing displayed last week. (It goes without saying that it was *not only* NI people who were far too close for my comfort; there obviously were also plenty of Irish holiday makers there, too.) Within the hotel, there were hand-sanitisers at all exits and corridors, so it was easy to keep hands clean. In the restaurant, the staff wore PPE masks and the guests were seated well apart as fewer tables than normal were set up. So I felt relatively safe in there. But I hardly saw any face masks worn in the village, people were congregating in big groups outside pubs and shops, and it felt as if there were no covid restrictions at all. All that made me very angry. On our walks, particularly in the very busy Glenveagh National Park, people would not keep distance even though the paths were more than 2 meters wide, and on the parking lot, cars parked directly side-by-side. But then again, at least we were outside, and Glenveagh is an absolutely stunning place.

Glenveagh

Glenveagh Castle

In the kitchen garden of Glenveagh

Bag End?

Entrance to the kitchen garden

Wild life very close by

I have been to Glenveagh a good few times before. It’s a stunning valley with a 19th century hunting lodge castle at the centre. There is a formal garden through which you enter the castle grounds, but what I had not see until now was the amazing kitchen garden. The little gardener’s cottage under the large tree somehow reminded me of Bag End.

The best thing, of course, is the beaches and dunes and the mighty North Atlantic.

Tramore Strand

Horn Head

View of Tramore from the dunes

Horn Head from Dunfanaghy

I was thinking of Squirrel/Radagast who had commented about wild flowers before I left for the North, and I took a good few photos of flowers.

Native Irish orchid

Calla lily – associated with the Irish struggle for freedom

The weather was – Irish. We had two days that were predominantly dry, with only a little bit of drizzle here and there. Only on our last day the weather really turned against us, which was annoying as we had planned to go walking with my in-laws a bit. But well, a bit of wet doesn’t deter my hardy in-laws. There is no bad weather – only inappropriate clothing. So we trudged off on a two-hour walk in the Ards Forest. I think I was the only who got drenched to the skin. Yep, even after 20 years I still haven’t learnt… or bought the right equipment.

Typical family picnic. In the rain. Sharing 1 bottle of Guinness, 2 apples and 2 sandwiches. No lie.

However, we did also get a bit of sunset in, and so the trip’s best memory is this – a sundowner from Horn Head with the ragged shape of Tory Island in the background.

So, that was my summer holiday 2020. Four nights away with family. It was actually really lovely, especially as my f-i-l is now getting really old. This may have been his last trip up to Donegal. It was lovely to spend time with him and my m-i-l who are still very active and who are interesting to chat to. I was especially delighted that Little Miss Guylty came along, too – not just for myself but also for the grandparents for whom her presence is particularly special. And I had four nights of sound sleep that really recharged my batteries. So much so that I can now jump energetically into this week’s tumblr round-up:

  Badtennantwolf has put together a set of icons. I am including the set here for the first four pictures of RA at SDCC in 2015 as we recently had a chat about that occasion (and the famous dragon beanie throw) elsewhere

Richardarmitagefanpage reminds us of a Hobbit Extended Editions rewatch organised by One Ring Net for 21 July

Some dramatic Guy of Gisborne gifs, season 3, by riepu10

LOL. Including this mainly for the spot-on caption by thewarriorandtheking

*sniggers* Mezzmerizedbyrichard has come to the aid of many hot and bothered Mr Thornton admirers…

I have always been somewhat intrigued by that pock mark on Richard’s arm. Maybe he had it removed or something, because I also remember pictures from around the same time where he sported a blue plaster on his bicep. Picture posted by hobbitoferebor

Goodness me. 13 years ago. Yes, he looks a good bit younger. And full-on Gisborne-sideburns. Gifs by riepu10

Eyelash porn courtesy by mezzmerizedbyrichard

Ignore the wig and enjoy the nose! Richard as Claude Monet, giffed by mezzmerizedbyrichard

Lehnsharks’ Thorin drawings

BTS footage of Richard as Thorin was few and far between, so here are a few precious scenes, giffed by riepu10

Daniel Miller/Trevor Price looking ominous… Gifs by riepu10

One of nfcomics’ What A Guy Wants… interesting metaphor…

There we go. Sorry for the whole long holiday crap. I can faithfully promise that that is it for this year *sardonic laugh*.

However, before I go and more importantly, just a quick reminder:

It’ll be August soon and that means… RA birthday auction time!!! Donations of items have been coming in and it is high time for me to start organising and promoting, soon. Watch this space for more info!

Have a lovely weekend,

Sonja ❤️

  2020 Armitage Weekly Round-up #28 Hello hello hello! A week has passed and I am back from my mini break. I am going to indulge in a little travel report here, so those of you who have no interest in sitting through someone else's holiday pictures - no offense taken, I totally understand!

#Daniel Miller #Guy of Gisborne #John Thornton #Richard Armitage #Thorin Oakenshield #Weekly tumblr Round-up

[thebiasrekkers]

Make It Right [BTS Mafia!AU]

Pairings: Jin x OC | Taehyung/Hoseok x OC | Yoongi/Jungkook x OC Genre: BTS Mafia!AU Warnings: Graphic Violence, Heavy Language, Angst, Smut, Slow Burn WC: 2,771 Prologue 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 “It’s always darkest before the dawn…” It’s a dog-eat-dog world in Seoul, South Korea. One has to dwell in the shadows in order to reach for the light. What are you willing to sacrifice in order to feel the sunlight on your face? What will it take to drag you back into darkness? How long will the journey be to make it right?

AO3 | WP

Chapter 10: So What?

Anastasia cradled her cup of coffee in her hand as she sat at her desk in her upstairs loft. She scrolled through a series of emails, work and non-work related. On her days off, she normally didn’t indulge in busying herself with work things. But it was the third day and she was feeling antsy. This was her fourth cup of coffee and she was only just now starting to feel the effects of it.

There were a few clients she was planning on getting in touch with about a few ambitious business ventures that she was hoping to steer them clear from. Not that she was above taking a few risks in her life. She certainly wouldn’t have gotten this far in her own company had she not impulsively taken the plunge. But she also didn’t believe in going “all in” unless there was a guarantee that success would be waiting on the other side.

Her eyes lingered on the screen for a moment longer, a low groan issuing from her throat. Anastasia couldn’t stop thinking about the offer that Kim Seokjin put on the table for her. It wasn’t like it was some chump change he was throwing at her. While she had to get her hands on the actual contract for her to be sure, Anastasia never earned that amount of money in an entire month. Double the amount and she could remember that that was what she would make in a full year when she first started out with her company.

Who said “no” to that much money?

No one, that’s who, came the bitter thought.

She stood from her chair, picking up her phone while still holding her mug of coffee. Anastasia ignored the messy blankets on her bed. It was her day off and she didn’t feel like she had a need to straighten up. She’d already done laundry for the day and had every intention to lounge around in her pajamas all day.

In the back of her mind, Anastasia was hoping that Seokjin was just messing around. There was no way that he could afford to throw that kind of cash in her face. At least that’s what she wanted to believe. But then she thought back to a conversation she had with Jungkook back when they were still together. He’d been upfront about his association with the Golden Jackals. He was a gangster, plain and simple.

Blame it on her naivety, but she always believed that anyone associated with the mafia was rough around the edges, getting into street fights and being mowed down by guns. Sure, civilians owning guns outside of sporting and hunting was against the law in South Korea – something she was internally relieved and grateful for. People could get into brawls and, hell, if someone was persistent enough, they could kill with a set of metal chopsticks. But it curbed the violence significantly. When she’d started dating Jungkook, he always looked so put together and the rest of his friends, his “brothers”, were equally well-kept.

This was the glamorous side of the mafia, she guessed. Anastasia remembered the ridiculously large mansion Tony Montana had in Scarface or the deep family connections that were intertwined in The Godfather. But this wasn’t some movie or book or television show. This was the real-life Korean mafia she was dealing with and, frankly, it hadn’t been so bad. Jungkook had been a gentleman and was always sweet to her. However, the feelings only stopped to a certain point and they both agreed that they were better off as friends.

But even in that short amount of time, Anastasia had seen the boys struggle from time to time. Not as much as they probably let on, but she’d still seen it. At least from Taehyung, Jimin and Jungkook. She’d crossed paths with Namjoon and Seokjin by chance and she’d seen Hoseok at a glance. Yoongi was often gone, leaving on business trips here and there. Was that when things were starting to get better? When things were less dirty and leaning toward something more legitimate?

Jungkook told her once that they were trying to play it straight, but they just weren’t ready yet. It wasn’t time.

Is now the time? Is that why Seokjin offered that crazy deal?

Making her way down the stairs from her loft, Anastasia sipped her coffee – her mind focusing on what the motive could be. And why her? Why did he seek her out personally for something like that? Was it because of her connection with Jungkook from the past? But they weren’t even together anymore. Why would that even hold any bearing on wanting to hire her to handle something as important as money?

Beep. Beep.

Anastasia jumped, a soft squeak pushing from her throat as the door buzzer to her apartment sliced through her thoughts. For a moment, all she could do was stare at her front door and blink. She looked at her phone, noting the time but not seeing any notifications. No text messages. No missed phone calls. Not even any new email pings.

Maybe if she pretended not to be there, the person would go away. Besides, there was no way that Seokjin was able to put together a perfect contract in three days. She’d been in enough meetings and engaged in numerous business dealings to know that contracts were amended and changed until both parties were absolutely satisfied. Seokjin knew what he wanted from her, but that didn’t mean that he knew what she wanted from him.

A handful of seconds passed, and she sighed – her body pulling toward the kitchen so she could start a pot of tea. No more coffee. She’d had enough. It was time to wind down.

Loud banging issued from the other side of the door and Anastasia jumped again, dropping the cup into the sink with a crash. The ceramic cracked down the side and she frowned as her coffee leaked into the sink and slid down the drain. Her lips pressed into a thin line, brows furrowing over her eyes. A few strands of her hair fell across the bridge of her nose before she blew them off her face in frustration.

She stalked towards the door, feet heavy even in her house slippers, and wrenched the door open angrily. “What in the ever-living fuck?!” she yelled, not caring if her neighbors protested. Clearly, her unannounced guest didn’t care about them either, what with them banging on her door like that.

On the other side stood Seokjin. He seemed unfazed by her outburst, holding out a manila envelope out to her as well as a brown paper bag. He must have stopped by somewhere on the way. Smiling, he waited for her to take either one or both from his hands.

“Breakfast?”

Blinking at him, she wasn’t sure what to make of this. Anastasia was expecting a parcel, not a personal visit. Part of her was a little impressed with his persistence, but then a spark of irritation jumped near her temple as her cheeks flushed a soft scarlet.

She was standing around in her sleeping clothes while he looked dressed to the nine. Like always.

He shook both things in his hands, the noise bringing her attention back to him. He continued to smile while Anastasia frowned, attempting to look indifferent at how Seokjin was now seeing her in all her unkempt glory. She snatched the manila envelope from him, pivoting on her heels and making her way back into the kitchen. Seokjin would surely be behind her and the resounding beep of her security lock only confirmed it.

He slid the bag on the small island in her kitchenette. Anastasia filled the electric kettle with water, pulling out two mugs. She wouldn’t give him the pleasure of hearing her ask if he wanted tea. She’d just give it to him and dare him to be rude and not drink it.

Out of the corner of her eye, Anastasia watched Seokjin taking in his surroundings – as if he were appraising her interior decorating choices.

Say something, she thought, I dare you.

“I like your place, Anastasia,” he commented while folding his hands behind his back, still looking around.

“Thanks,” she muttered through clenched teeth. She’d never tell him that she appreciated his compliment.

The kettle whistled with life and she threw two oolong tea bags into the cups, pouring the boiling water over them. She set the steaming cup on the counter while cradling her own cup between her hands. Seokjin noticed the cup of tea and he smiled, reaching out for it as he bowed his head politely.

“Thank you for the tea,” he said, blowing the steam over the rim of the mug. Anastasia took a seat in one of the chairs at the counter and he sat next to her. “Enjoying your day off?”

She rolled her eyes. “Should I not be?” Sipping the tea carefully, she set it down off to the side so she could open the manila envelope. “I can’t believe you drew this up in three days.”

He gave an easy grin to her and shrugged one shoulder. “I’m a man of my word.”

“You gave me no such thing,” Anastasia responded with snark, opening the flap of the envelope and pulling out a stack of papers. Her eyes took note of how thick the contract was and she had to force herself to keep a neutral expression. “Jesus.”

“I left nothing to chance.”

She scoffed. “We’ll see about that.”

Reaching over the counter, she fished around the container where some of her kitchen utensils were until he fingers grasped the handle of something. Pulling it forward, she flopped back into the chair and lifted the magnifying glass up to her face. Anastasia could practically feel Seokjin’s eyes boring into the side of her head.

“…you actually have a magnifying glass?”

Whipping her head to glare at him, she raised a brow. “Why? Don’t you have one?”

Seokjin laughed. It seemed he was unable to hold it back and he held his hands up in surrender before reaching into the bag to retrieve a few containers. “Take your time then,” he said, setting out the containers of fresh fruit, croissants, jam and a carton of orange juice.

“I will, thank you.”

As he set himself to the task of putting breakfast together, Anastasia’s eyes moved back to the contract. All she needed to do was find one thing wrong and she could tell him to get to stepping. Sure, it was an offer that a person would be stupid to refuse. Anastasia wasn’t stupid. If anything, she’d been money hungry since she was a child. Her family kept pushing her to focus on a career that was stable – forcing her to ultimately give up on her dream to open her own restaurant.

Making money was easy, she learned. Managing money was a little more complicated, but not impossible. Maintaining a business that could see success for years to come? That was something she’d lacked when she first started out on the path to her dream. A path she stepped out onto faithfully and failed at walking on miserably. Business finance was her next step and she found that she had a knack for it and there was a darker side of her that loved the thrill of knowing how to handle large sums of money so easily – like they were handfuls of marbles.

Detail-oriented to the level of being a pest, Anastasia knew there was going to be a flaw. There was going to be a clause somewhere in that contract that wasn’t going to sit well with her. And when she finished stripping it down to the bare bones, she was going to send Seokjin packing.

But with each turn of the page, she felt her worries beginning to mount. Ten pages in and she hadn’t found anything misleading or dissatisfying with the terms of the contract. If anything, most of the details drawn up were in her favor. There was no penalty for breaking the deal once signatures were placed and if there was a breach of contract, it was the fault of the benefactor – the employer – and Golden Star would pay the price, as well as provide reparation and a hefty severance pay.

Overtime was given and any outside expenses were covered through Golden Star. Goosebumps peppered out across the back of her neck as a new realization dawned on her. From what the contract was stating, Golden Star was wanting to consolidate assets and merge several companies under a few umbrellas. They would invest in those ventures. All the companies were owned by people she knew.

They were all owned by the top-tiered members of The Golden Jackals.

“…shit.” Anastasia quickly slapped a hand over her mouth. She hadn’t meant for that to be said aloud.

Shifting her eyes toward Seokjin, he smiled as he handed her a plate with a croissant with cherry jam and a side of sliced apples and strawberries. “Something wrong?”

She hesitated at first before taking the plate from him, swallowing thickly as she set the plate down beside the contract. “No.” Her voice came out quiet and she turned to the last page.

All that was left was to sign her name. She looked to the left side of the paper to see that Seokjin had already signed his.

Seokjin leaned back in the chair, holding his mug of tea to his lips. “Is there anything not to your liking in the agreement?”

Anastasia set her magnifying glass down next to the plate, ignoring the soft clink it made when it hit the counter. She wasn’t sure she had enough words to properly convey what she was feeling. Hell, she didn’t even know what this feeling even was. She rarely needed to read something twice, but even if she did, she already knew that she would not find anything wrong with the contract.

It was perfect.

Dammit .

She’d lost and she knew it.

Worse still? Seokjin knew it too.

Lifting her head to look at him, he finished his tea and moved to stand. Anastasia remained rooted to her seat, watching him pick up her cup and heading into the kitchenette. The sound of running water barely registered until the clinking of glass brought her out of her inner thoughts. Looking at him, she saw him shrugging out of his blazer so that he could roll up his shirt sleeves.

“Wait a minute,” she began, rising to stand, “what are you doing?”

He picked up the broken mug and threw it into the trash, then set to cleaning the dishes. It didn’t take him long and she watched him set the mugs in the drying rack near the sink. Grabbing a clean kitchen cloth, he dried his hands and rolled his sleeves back down while looking at her.

“Enjoy your breakfast.”

Really? That was all he had to say after all that? No bragging, gloating, or rubbing into her face that he’d succeeded where she believed he would fail?

She watched him slide back into his blazer, fixing the lapels of the jacket. He brushed some of his hair out of his eyes and gave her a knowing wink, his legs moving toward the front door. He stepped out of the house slippers and put on his dress shoes, lacing them up swiftly and then turning to glance at her over his shoulder.

“So,” he said, his smile widening a measure, “I’ll see you in two weeks.” Seokjin’s eyes flitted down to the contract. “Bring that with you.”

And then she watched him leave her apartment. It wasn’t until the latch clicked and her security lock slid into place did she finally react. Anastasia fell back into her chair and stared at the breakfast he’d prepared, wide-eyed and amazed. Her eyes moved to the contract and that was when she snapped, baring her teeth and then grabbing the paperwork. She threw it into the air, a loud yell bursting from her lungs.

He’d gotten the best of her. Again.

Once she’d calmed down, Anastasia let out a long sigh. There was no reason for her to say no. There was nothing in the contract that bound her to the point of feeling like a prisoner. 

So, really, there was only one thing left to do.

Pulling out her phone, she began typing out an email.

She would need to schedule a meeting with her supervisor first thing tomorrow morning.  

“Wait a minute,” she began, rising to stand, “what are you doing?”

He picked up the broken mug and threw it into the trash, then set to cleaning the dishes. It didn’t take him long and she watched him set the mugs in the drying rack near the sink. Grabbing a clean kitchen cloth, he dried his hands and rolled his sleeves back down while looking at her.

“Enjoy your breakfast.”

Really? That was all he had to say after all that? No bragging, gloating, or rubbing into her face that he’d succeeded where she believed he would fail?

She watched him slide back into his blazer, fixing the lapels of the jacket. He brushed some of his hair out of his eyes and gave her a knowing wink, his legs moving toward the front door. He stepped out of the house slippers and put on his dress shoes, lacing them up swiftly and then turning to glance at her over his shoulder.

“So,” he said, his smile widening a measure, “I’ll see you in two weeks.” Seokjin’s eyes flitted down to the contract. “Bring that with you.”

And then she watched him leave her apartment. It wasn’t until the latch clicked and her security lock slid into place did she finally react. Anastasia fell back into her chair and stared at the breakfast he’d prepared, wide-eyed and amazed. Her eyes moved to the contract and that was when she snapped, baring her teeth and then grabbing the paperwork. She threw it into the air, a loud yell bursting from her lungs.

He’d gotten the best of her. Again.

Once she’d calmed down, Anastasia let out a long sigh. There was no reason for her to say no. There was nothing in the contract that bound her to the point of feeling like a prisoner. 

So, really, there was only one thing left to do.

Pulling out her phone, she began typing out an email.

She would need to schedule a meeting with her supervisor first thing tomorrow morning.

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[ilistenedin]

I can’t sleep

1. Who is your hero? Gerard Way

2. If you could live anywhere, where would it be? North, like somewhere that it actually gets cold

3. What is your biggest fear? Judgement

4. What is your favorite family vacation? We never really did some big thing growing up. We went to Disney and universal a lot.

5. What would you change about yourself if you could? That’s a very long list.

6. What really makes you angry? Cockiness. Being rude.

7. What motivates you to work hard? My paycheck.

8. What is your favorite thing about your career? My paycheck.

9. What is your biggest complaint about your job? The people.

10. What is your proudest accomplishment? Making it this far.

11. What is your child's proudest accomplishment? My child, who is also my cat, lost a lil bit of weight. He feelin himself.

12. What is your favorite book to read? Anything by Stephen King.

13. What makes you laugh the most? Gay memes

14. What was the last movie you went to? What did you think? Saw Aladdin. It was pretty good.

15. What did you want to be when you were small? A veterinarian.

16. What does your child want to be when he/she grows up? My children, who are also my cats, are grown and content.

17. If you could choose to do anything for a day, what would it be? Eat anything and everything but not gain weight.

18. What is your favorite game or sport to watch and play? Marching Band. Yes it’s a sport, fight me about it. (I also like football)

19. Would you rather ride a bike, ride a horse, or drive a car? Drive a car

20. What would you sing at Karaoke night? That’s such a hard question. I gotta get back to you on that one.

21. What two radio stations do you listen to in the car the most? The local rock station and the local r&b/hip hop station

22. Which would you rather do: wash dishes, mow the lawn, clean the bathroom, or vacuum the house? Vacuum

23. If you could hire someone to help you, would it be with cleaning, cooking, or yard work? Cleaning

24. If you could only eat one meal for the rest of your life, what would it be? Ramen. But like, good ramen. Not cup noodles.

25. Who is your favorite author? Stephen King

26. Have you ever had a nickname? What is it? I have... many. Lindiepop, Lindita, mumski, some other embarrassing stuff

   27. Do you like or dislike surprises? Why or why not? Dislike, I’m bad at reactions.

   28. In the evening, would you rather play a game, visit a relative, watch a movie, or read? movie

   29. Would you rather vacation in Hawaii or Alaska, and why? I wanna say Alaska cause cold, but I’m gonna day Hawaii cause scenery.

   30. Would you rather win the lottery or work at the perfect job? And why? Perfect job. Steady income, not bored.

   31. Who would you want to be stranded with on a deserted island? No one.

   32. If money was no object, what would you do all day? Online shop, eat, travel. Sleep.

   33. If you could go back in time, what year would you travel to? The 20’s maybe. Just to visit tho.

   34. How would your friends describe you? Probably funny.

   35. What are your hobbies? Drumming, sleeping, drawing, writing, sleeping, video games, and sleeping.

   36. What is the best gift you have been given? Love from any person.

   37. What is the worst gift you have received? Love from any person.

   38. Aside from necessities, what one thing could you not go a day without? Humor.

   39. List two pet peeves. Loud, open mouth chewing. Lack of special awareness.

   40. Where do you see yourself in five years? I don’t.

   41. How many pairs of shoes do you own? .... too many.

   42. If you were a super-hero, what powers would you have? I’d want whatever Scarlet witch is. Telekinesis for sure doe.

   43. What would you do if you won the lottery? Buy my mom and sister a house. Save the rest for the future. Take my gf to Celebration next year.

   44. What form of public transportation do you prefer? (air, boat, train, bus, car, etc.) my car.

   45. What's your favorite zoo animal? Lion.

   46. If you could go back in time to change one thing, what would it be? That’s too much pressure...

   47. If you could share a meal with any 4 individuals, living or dead, who would they be? Gerard Way, Frank Iero, Mikey Way, and Ray Toro.

   48. How many pillows do you sleep with? One

   49. What's the longest you've gone without sleep (and why)? Days. My brain is an asshole.
   50. What's the tallest building you've been to the top in? I have no idea.

51. Would you rather trade intelligence for looks or looks for intelligence? Looks for intelligence.
   52. How often do you buy clothes? ...too often.

   53. Have you ever had a secret admirer? Yep

   54. What's your favorite holiday? Halloween

   55. What's the most daring thing you've ever done? Go to the Philippines for five whole weeks with less than a two month notice.

   56. What was the last thing you recorded on TV? I don’t do that.

   57. What was the last book you read? Oooooof I don’t even remember. That makes me sad.

   58. What's your favorite type of foreign food? Japanese food

   59. Are you a clean or messy person? Messy as fuck

   60. Who would you want to play you in a movie of your life? I wouldn’t wish that on anyone.

   61. How long does it take you to get ready in the morning? 10 min

   62. What kitchen appliance do you use every day? The fridge???

   63. What's your favorite fast food chain? McDonalds.

   64. What's your favorite family recipe? Don’t have one...

   65. Do you love or hate rollercoasters? Love

   66. What's your favorite family tradition? ... don’t have one

   67. What is your favorite childhood memory? I don’t remember shit anymore

   68. What's your favorite movie? Right now it’s Mamma Mia! Here We Go Again.

   69. How old were you when you learned Santa wasn't real? How did you find out? I don’t remember ever believing in Santa

   70. Is your glass half full or half empty? Half empty

   71. What's the craziest thing you’ve done in the name of love? Try to love myself

   72. What three items would you take with you on a deserted island? Hunting knife, water purifier, and a sleeping bag.

   73. What was your favorite subject in school? English.

   74. What's the most unusual thing you've ever eaten? I have eaten a lot of “weird” stuff. It all depends on your point of view.

   75. Do you collect anything? Funko Pops.

76. Is there anything you wished would come back into fashion? No lol

   77. Are you an introvert or an extrovert? Introvert.

   78. Which of the five senses would you say is your strongest? Taste.

   79. Have you ever had a surprise party? (that was an actual surprise) I can’t remember

   80. Are you related or distantly related to anyone famous? Don’t think so.

   81. What do you do to keep fit? I’m not fit lol.

   82. Does your family have a “motto” – spoken or unspoken? Nope

   83. If you were ruler of your own country what would be the first law you would introduce? Be fucking nice.

   84. Who was your favorite teacher in school and why? I’ve had a lot of fave teachers. Hard to choose just one.

   85. What three things do you think of the most each day? My gf, my cats, dying?

   86. If you had a warning label, what would yours say? “Prone to frequent highs and lows in mood”

   87. What song would you say best sums you up? I don’t think that’s for me to answer.

   88. What celebrity would you like to meet at Starbucks for a cup of coffee? Gerard Way

   89. Who was your first crush? Pretty sure I had a huge crush on this red head named Jessica in first grade. I just didn’t know it was a crush.

 90. What's the most interesting thing you can see out of your office or kitchen window? I work at home now, so a river.

   91. On a scale of 1-10 how funny would you say you are? I think I’m a 5 at best. I think my friends would disagree.

   92. Where do you see yourself in 10 years? I don’t.

   93. What was your first job? Valet in Miami Beach

   94. If you could join any past or current music group which would you want to join? I wouldn’t lol

   95. How many languages do you speak? 2

   96. What is your favorite family holiday tradition? We don’t have any.

   97. Who is the most intelligent person you know? My gf or my sister

   98. If you had to describe yourself as an animal, which one would it be? A hermit crab.

   99. What is one thing you will never do again? Be pathetic

 100. Who knows you the best? My sister probably.

[tisfan]

WIP Title Meme

Tagged by @downwarddnaspiral (and someone else recently, I’ve forgotten who)

The Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous.

Pick out the title that most intrigues you, or interests you and I’ll post a little snippet of it or tell you something about it!!

The Hell Charger - Daisy Johnson/Robbie Reyes no-powers, horse racer AU with a side order of murder mystery... 

Two Ways to Make a Distraction - Piper/Melinda May short story for an Agents of Shield exchange, that should be posting RSN

The Galaxies are Transient - Stormpilot (Finn/Poe Star Wars) story that I haven’t looked at in like a year

All American Road Trip - abandoned AllCaps fic (Steve/Bucky/Sam)

Where the Light Enters - Drarry fic (abandoned)

Enhanciles War IV - Bucky/Tony story for the enhancile war AU, abandoned because of plot issues, but had a side helping of Guardians in it

Untitled Vampire/Werewolf WinterIron - write over 10k on this over the weekend, based on art from @beir. @27dragons was good enough to let me come play with her story, since I was feeling like super depressed and needed something to be enthused about

Strange Seas - this is finished IronStrange PIrates AU, needs heavy edits

Indisputable - sequel to Indispensable, mostly takes place in Russia

Redacted Title - WinterIron that I can’t talk about for the IronMan Big Bang. Finished, will post next year

Within Us, The Wonders We Seek - abandoned Blade Runner AU

Have You Seen Me (Lately) - WinterIron Amnesia Fic, unfinished, but still being worked on

Like a Goddamn Katy Perry Song - WinterIron ABO

Return to Sender (Otherwise known as the You Had Me at Cheese Fries fic) - Winteriron, posting to tumblr only, still in the works

To OutFox - WinterIron Tony!Kitsune, outline only

Iron in the Summer Lands - WinterIron (poss Stuckony) Faerie AU, outline only

Unless you Dream of Me - I honestly have no idea. there’s like 2 paragraphs written on this, no notes, no outline, no NAMES. I don’t know what it is AT all or what it was supposed to be

Highlander - Bucky!kilt story, was outlined and a chapter written as a commission fic but probably not going to be written now

Phoning it In - might be 1 - 2 more chapters in this, not sure

Off the Menu - outline for another chapter

Park(s) and Wreck(ed) - more here, possibly, some notes

Everyone Goes to Tony’s - Cassablanca AU

Predation Games - Tony and Nat are stranded on an island and hunted down for sport by Pierce and his Hunter, the Winter Soldier

Surface Tension - Angie/Peggy Private Eye AU... 

[life-love-lifting-blog]

Moving To Naples Florida 

Once numbering as many as 10,000 people, the Calusa were ruled by a single chief, supported a nobility and strong military force, dug canals, built huge mounds of shell and earth for their temples and important buildings, and collected tribute from towns and villages reaching all the way across southern Florida to the Atlantic.

Known as the Paradise Coast, Collier County has more than 30 miles of sandy white beaches. Once, the only people to stroll Naples' seven miles of white, sandy beaches, were the Caloosa Indians. Collier County had grown from 85,971 residents in 1980 to 251,377 residents in 2000—and to 322,739 by 2010.

The Naples area is home to several major land reserves, including the Corkscrew Swamp Sanctuary, Everglades National Park , Big Cypress National Preserve , Florida Panther National Wildlife Refuge, Ten Thousand Islands National Wildlife Refuge, and Picayune Strand State Forest The Corkscrew Swamp Sanctuary is known not only for its 11,000 acres (45 km2) of landscape and wildlife, but for a two and a half-mile long boardwalk winding through the sanctuary.

Because of its vast areas of undeveloped preserve lands, Collier County is the primary habitat for the severely endangered Florida panther(Florida's state animal), which roams through the Florida Panther National Wildlife Refuge, Big Cypress National Preserve, Everglades National Park, the Fakahatchee Strand Preserve State Park, Ten Thousand Islands National Wildlife Refuge and Collier-Seminole State Park.

The Gulf Coast portion of the Everglades is the only place on earth where alligators and crocodiles cohabitate and is also home to North America's largest continuous mangrove forest. According to Smart-Zip, there are 78 golf courses in Collier County—one for every 4,418 residents.

Choose from charming beach cottages, towering beachfront condominiums, custom architectural masterpieces, contemporary single-family homes, condos, villas, carriage and town homes in gated, master-planned communities; expansive horse farms, and manufactured homes.

The 729,000 acre preserve allows more recreational activities than a National Park, such as hunting and off road vehicle use. When considering living in Naples you may be wavering between the Gulf Coast and the East Coast of Florida. The Second List: Here's a typical Pro Con list from someone who's lived in Florida a few years or longer and the honeymoon is over because they know what living in Florida is really like (for them).

The area's unrivaled sport fishing, hunting, boating, sun bathing, and beach combing attract people today just as it did a century ago. Hikers taking ranger-guided swamp walks in Big Cypress National Preserve and Fakahatchee Strand Preserve State Park are often surprised by the relatively pleasant conditions in the area's cypress swamps.

Naples (as well as much of Florida) is made up of retirees who don't have kids in school and don't support politically the schools, especially issues that impact taxes. Naples along with the Everglades and Marco Island are known as the Paradise Coast. College choices include Hodges University and Florida South-Western State College (formerly Edison State College), which are in town, as well as Florida Gulf Coast University, which is just a 30-minute drive away.

Several cottages were built by Haldeman and a lot of his early guests were his employees or friends. Some of the best beaches in the county include Naples beach with its iconic pier stretching 1,000 feet into the Gulf of Mexico and Barefoot Beach Preserve which was ranked #2 on Dr. Beach's Top Ten USA Beaches for 2015.

There are approximately 100 art galleries in the greater Naples area, extending from Gallery Row in downtown Naples all the way out to the Big Cypress Gallery in the Everglades - the studio of famed black and white nature photographer Clyde Butcher, known as the Ansel Adams of the Everglades” for his stunning, large format black & white Everglades landscapes.

The world class Artis-Naples, home to the Naples Philharmonic Orchestra and concert hall and the Baker Museum of Art, has helped put Naples on the map as a premiere cultural destination, as have the area's many nationally recognized art festivals. Specific schools, yes, but the school system in general has a poor reputation-especially comparing it to the NE or MW. No one moves to Florida for the schools.

And housing … $350,000 will buy you a spacious three-bedroom, two-bath, pool home with a lake or golf course view in Naples, but it will barely afford you a one-room, closet-sized apartment in Manhattan, a cozy two-bedroom condo in Chicago , plus you'd have to shell out an additional $30,000 for a parking spot, or a 1960s, two-bedroom ranch with about 1,000 square feet of living in Napa, California.

Naples Florida is a tropical paradise with its sugar sand beaches fine dinning and fine art scene. This makes Naples a magnet no many seeking that tropical sun soaked lifestyle. Many Florida Moving Companies offer their biggest discount during off peak season which is October - March so plan accordingly.    

[surviving-with-depression]

I have been thinking about death and life in general a lot lately. Everyone does at some point, but not as much as people with mental illnesses. Being suicidal, which does not necessarily mean that someone is actually going to do it, but also just having thoughts of it makes you realise some things. Like, we shouldn't waste our lives. I personally am not ready to die yet but I also honestly don't know how long I want to live in this hell on earth called depression and anxiety disorder. And I guess that's how a lot of people with the same illnesses feel. I haven't really thought about it like that until my best friend mentioned that those who do not know how long they are going to live because they want to die try to live in the presence, because that's all we have right now.

That's why you should do what kinda makes you 'happy' (there is no happiness with depression, it's like this emotion doesn't exist), things that you love. Meeting people who make you feel comfortable, having a hobby, a passion, whether it's art or sports or something else. Doing crazy stuff you've always wanted to do, even if others think it's stupid, taking chances and listening to your damn heart because that is the only thing besides seeking for help that can make at least something better, life at least a little more enjoyable and worth living. And that is the only thing that counts when you try to survive.

There are two kinds of survival. One is physical. You need food, a place to sleep and everything your body needs to live. Like when you are stranded on an island you would hunt for food, look for clean water, build something and try to reach out for help. And that's the same when you try to survive mentally. But it's not food you need - it's love, selfcare, someone who listens to you and cares, doing things that feel good, that make you feel comfortable (and are safe, I'm not talking about drugs and stuff like that) for at least a couple of minutes and of course trying to reach out for help which can be as hard as trying to find help on a deserted island sometimes. Don't underestimate the fight against depression and don't force your way of living upon us, because it's just as useful to us as having a mobile phone on a deserted island without having reception, wifi and electricity.

#depression #anxiety #mentalillness #suicide #suicidal #selfcare #love #life #survive #survival #strandedisland #help #dark #darkness #darkplace

[expfcultragreen]

Hey what if i stopped being nice and just started acting exactly like my terrorist buddies in the natz sphere huh? Moved in allllll my friends from all over (its an island, international boarders only work if someone sees you cross it)? Midnight block parties with guns going off, suicidally angry 30 year olds whaling on punching bags drunk at 1am, smashing bottles, selling mountains of meth to fund it all, desperate for a fight or someone to rape.

Wow. People would string me up. The natz cops would have my ass.

Must be great to have the local cops backing you huh

Why, 40 people could subdue and run a whole island, with sufficiently evil deeds. I happen to have it on excellent authority that people are so conflict avoidant theyll just pretend its not happening, if theres nowhere to turn because the cops are nazis too.

A lot of them just sell and move, if they feel too close to the fire. But that wont be happening in a couple years.

In a couple years, this is gonna be a boat access only island and the shoreline is going to be a lot higher and the gas will all have dried up and there wont be "buying" and "selling" and "realestate". And it'll be us and the elements. If you survive plague 2. Then it'll be 40 nazis, give or take, and a few thousand regular people. No more meth ingredients. No more nothing.

And what kind of behavior is the kind of behavior no one wants to deal with during a crisis. Kindness? Orrrrrrrrr nazifilth fuckery.

Go ahead and gut me, pigs.

Let your uniformed battalion have "first crack"

It'll come back on you tenfold, i curse you now for whats already passed, but you dont believe in magic so dont think about that right now ok?

I know how anxious and scared you all are and how violence against minorities makes you feel in control. So here i am. You clearly want to control me. You have that craving bigtime, its all you seem able to focus on lately. The freak youre hunting for sport to pass time.

How will you blame me for this one?

Quick, threaten to give me a glasgow smile its been yyyyyears since someone talked proper nazi to me

And stay out my dreams and off my property. i will be increasing the presence of spikelined pits.

Happy? Is this excuse enough to do what youve been gearing up for? What you have parties for, because maybe someone'll get proactive about your "recent infestation"?

Make an example of me, filth. Let the whole world know youre still here and the same as ever.

Show them what youre made of.

Youre already famous. Dot the I.

Maybe then you'll finally get to fuck someone, tho i dont expect to still be warm by then (ps if you tie me between two of your deerkiller trucks and pull me apart, there'll be more holes to fuck and each piece can have more people standing around it, getting that sweet desperately-needed release. Hey im into efficiency, and i love to help make things easier for people. And youre such good, worthy, sweet people, arent you. Let me help you make this easy on yourselves. You like that, right? The path of least resistance? Can you still see it ahead of you, telling you its safer to be a nazi methicentre? Or is the path of least resistance gone, stranding you with your expensive habits and a dangerous social network to entertain (aka get scared of & deflect onto more distant targets as you run low on meth to distribute...gee...whats close enough to a meth high to be good enough for your comrades to leave you alone for a minute unscathed? I bet slaughtering a freak is a good high, right? Try it, try me)).

[urscottsdale]

1-100

1 - Who was the last person you texted?on here? @lustroses in rl? my mom 😂2 - When is your birthday?november 193 - Who do you want to be with right now?her4 - What sports do you play?in high school? i played softball and tennis. growing up i played basketball, soccer, volleyball, football, baseball -pretty much anything and everything i could5 - Who is the first person in your contacts?my boss (only bc his name starts with an a tho lol)6 - What is your favorite song as of the moment?thats a tough one tbh maybe sorry not sorry by demi lovato? this honestly changes everyday7 - If you were stranded on an island, who do you wish to be with?hmm maybe @madisonbeer @demilovato would be interesting lol8 - What do you feel right now?content but also depressed9 - What chocolate is your favorite?reeses10 - How many boyfriends/girlfriends did you have?ive had 411 - Why did you create a Tumblr account?boredom12 - Who is your favorite blogger?not sure tbh13 - Where do you want to be right now?cali, new york or tennessee 14 - What do you want to be in the future?wealthy and happy15 - When was the last time you cried? Why?last night and stupid shit16 - Are you happy?im alright17 - Who do you miss?anybody who knows me already knows18 - If you were given a chance, would you like to have a different life?idk probably not19 - What was the best thing you were given?tbh love from my family but also really loving the clothes @queenddl that i wear pretty much everyday20 - Who was the last person who called you?my grandpa21 - What is your favorite dish?https://goo.gl/images/SRxJRs22 - Who is your bestfriend?@queenddl and @thishailee23 - What is your biggest regret?too many tbh24 - Have you ever cheated on your partner?yes i was stupid back then25 - Who do you spend crazy moments with?family26 - Name someone pretty.to be safe im just gonna go with madison beer, demi lovato, selena gomez and all my friends27 - Who was the last person you hugged?probably my grandparents28 - What kind of music do you listen to?all kinds pretty much anything with good lyrics29 - Are you over your past?i wish i was30 - Who is the last person in your contacts?this guy named zachary who was supposed to watch my dog once31 - What kind of person do you want to date?someone who is all about me, loyal to me and wont give up on me/puts up with me tbh32 - Do you have troubles sleeping at night?no sleeping comes natural to me 24/733 - From whom was the last text message you received?group text with my mom and brothers, but specifically from my mom34 - What do you prefer, jeans or skirt?jeans35 - How’s your heart?its beating so i cant complain36 - Did you ever have a girlfriend/boyfriend whose name starts with a “J”?no37 - Do you like someone as of the moment?eh38 - What would you want to say to your latest ex-boyfriend/ex-girlfriend?i hope ur doing well and that ur happy39 - Do you have any phobias?i do40 - Did you try to change for a person?no41 - What’s the nicest thing have you given to someone?im not sure. i pay for my brothers food a lot lol.42 - Would you go back to your previous relationship?hell no43 - Are you in a good or bad mood?eh44 - Name someone you can’t live without.@queenddl and @thishailee45 - Describe your dream date.something we both enjoy doing so it would depend on what they like46 - Describe your dream wedding.anything with family and the right person there47 - How many roses did you receive last Valentine’s?one48 - Have you ever been kissed?kinda49 - How long is your longest relationship?about 6 years i believe50 - Do you regret your past?something’s yeah51 - Can you do something stupid for someone else?i have52 - Have you ever cried over someone?many times53 - Do you have a grudge against anyone?i dont think so54 - Are you a crybaby?no55 - Do people praise you for your looks?lol no56 - Did you fall for someone you shouldn’t?yup57 - Have you ever done something bad but you don’t regret?lol yeah58 - Do you like getting hurt?no but im good at it59 - Does anyone hate you?probably60 - Did you slap anyone whose name starts with an “R”?no61 - What hair color do you prefer?brunettes r hot62 - If you can change anything about yourself, what is it?gender and anxiety63 - Do you love someone as of the moment?i love my family and friends64 - Have you ever thought of killing yourself?a few times65 - Do you have issues with somebody in your school?no i avoided drama in high school66 - Can you live without internet?probably not at this point67 - What’s the song that remind you of your special someone?2u by justin bieber and body like a back road by sam hunt68 - Are you good at holding back your tears?sometimes yeah69 - Are you a crybaby?nope again70 - Have you ever experienced being hysterical?yeah lol71 - Are you a KPOP fan?nope72 - Do you study hard?lol i tried but i never knew how to properly study73 - Have you ever sacrificed something important to you for someone you love?yup74 - Did you ever had a kiss under the moonlight?nope75 - Have you ever ridden a boat?a few times76 - Did you have an accident last year?no77 - What kind of person are you?apparently my friends say im mysterious78 - Have you ever thought of killing someone?i mean its crossed my mind but not seriously79 - Have you ever been jealous?too many times80 - How can you prove your love to someone?ill tell ya when i figure it out81 - What are you thinking right now?so many things, mainly i dont want to go to work tomorrow82 - Who is the 6th person in your contacts?so weird but its actually my grandpa’s best friend, whos not even alive anymore sadly83 - Do you have any memories you want to erase?many84 - Have you been hurt so bad that you can’t find words to explain how you feel?yup85 - Did you ever badmouth someone?i have86 - Have you ever had an argument with someone?who hasnt?87 - Do you have trust issues?yup88 - Are you broken-hearted?yup89 - Who’s the person who first comes to your mind when someone mentions “love”?cr…..azy…batman ;)90 - Do you think all the pain is worth it?depends but usually not91 - Do you believe in the phrase “If it’s meant to be, it will be”?yes92 - Who do you want to marry?idk93 - Do you believe in destiny?yes94 - Have you ever thought “I already found my soulmate”?i have thought that95 - How do you look right now?relaxed and comfortable96 - Do you believe that first true love never dies?i do believe that but sometimes that love changes even tho its still there and always will be97 - Have you found your true love?nope98 - What should you be doing right now?cleaning99 - Name one of your ex-boyfriends/ex-girlfriends.ashley, danielle, whitney…100 - Did you ever feel like you’re not good enough?all the time

#anonymous #answered

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Written for @finish-the-clone-wars Writing Wednesday prompt: Hunted

Taken from a training mission, a group of Jedi younglings led by Kalifa struggle to survive the Trandoshan game hunters that pursue them.

With a groan, Kalifa’s eyes fluttered open.

The rumbling beneath her indicated she was on some sort of ship, and a dimly-lit one at that. Thin strands of light filtered through the dusty air, catching the light against bars that –

She bolted upright and her head clanged against the bars of the cage that enclosed her. Panic rose in her throat. She gripped the rough metal and pulled, but it did not budge.

“It’s no use, Kalifa,” a voice said sadly through the gloom on her right side.

Heart racing, she peered around her, eyes slowly adjusting to the lack of light, and found a pair of yellow eyes fixed on her.

“O-Mer,” she said in relief, the panic easing slightly. “What’s going on?”

Another voice came from somewhere in front of her. “Nothing good.”

“That’s not helpful, Jinx,” O-Mer chided the Twi’lek, frowning.

Turning back to Kalifa, he said, “When we walked into that cave, we got hit by some sort of energy beam. It knocked us out.”

That jogged her memory. She had been on a training mission to a forest moon with a group of other younglings. Jedi Master Woara’lek had set up subtle trails throughout the area for them to follow, to practice their observation skills and to work on using the Force to guide them. She and four others had tracked the clues to the mouth of a wide cave. She had felt a twinge of the dark side from within, but chose not to say anything, instead following the others inside. There had been a rush of noise, a crackling that made her hair stand up, then nothing.

“Who’s here?” Kalifa asked, trying to peer around at the other cages.

O-Mer gestured over his shoulder. “Dea’le came around just a bit before you. Gora is trying to mediate.” He lowered his voice. “There are others here too, but they don’t want to talk to us.”

“Where’s Master Woara’lek?”

The Cerean hesitated. “We haven’t seen her.”

Kalifa bit her lip. “Is this part of the mission?”

“No.” Jinx’s response was clipped and certain. With a sinking feeling, she knew he was right.

“She’ll find us.” This time it was Dea’le who spoke. The small Mikkian didn’t have to crouch in her cage, but stood with her hands planted firmly on her hips. “She’ll realize something’s happened when we don’t show up tonight, and she’ll come looking for us.”

“And how will she know where we are? We don’t even know.” Jinx slumped against the bars. “We could be anywhere. We don’t have a hope.”

Kalifa felt a flare of irritation, but tried to force it down, the way her instructors had taught her.

Gora spoke up, obviously distracted from her meditation. “We have to trust that they will find us.”

“And in the meantime?” Jinx demanded. “We’re not even Padawan Learners yet. How are we supposed to handle this? We have no lightsabers, no Masters, and no plan.”

Kalifa turned away from Jinx. His fears resonated with her, and she didn’t like it. Even if they were just younglings, they were better than this.

“Who do you think took us?” O-Mer asked. “Pirates? Bounty hunters?”

“Whoever they are, they’re gonna regret it,” Dea’le proclaimed.

Kalifa smiled slightly at the girl’s confidence. She was about to respond when a loud grinding sound reverberated around them, making her teeth rattle. The floor shifted beneath her and the next moment, it fell out, spilling her out into empty air.

Kalifa stifled a shriek and reached out desperately for the Force, latching onto it, willing it to help her slow her descent. The fall was shorter than she expected, and she hit the ground and rolled. Spitting sand out of her mouth, she pushed herself up.

The other Jedi had been expelled from the ship too, along with a handful of other young beings. All got to their feet warily, staring up at the massive transport hovering above them, repulsors whipping sand and sea spray around them. They had been dropped on a beach at the edge of a dense jungle, the likes of which Kalifa had never seen. Trees reached high into the clouds, twisting vines and trunks weaving between each other.

The transport was turning, angling itself so they could see the viewport of the bridge. Squinting, she was able to make out the forms of several tall, reptilian figures. Trandoshans.

The Force rippled through her, and she suddenly felt a sense of dread.

“RUN!” she screamed, turning and sprinting towards the jungle.

The others were hot on her heels, and not a moment too soon. The transport opened fire, blaster bolts raining down on them. One of the other sentients had been too slow to react. Kalifa glanced over her shoulder and saw their body falling into the sand, their lethal wounds smoking.

They ran for as long as they could, using the force to leap through the trees, putting as much distance between them and the ship as they could. Finally, they collapsed, gasping and shaking. They stared at one another, words failing them. After they had regained their breath, Kalifa led the way through the tangle of foliage, hoping to find some shelter for the night.

*           *          *

For one week, they maneuvered through the overgrowth, learning what plants were edible and what places were safe to sleep. They discovered they were stuck on an island, cut off from the rest of the planet by a raging sea. After spotting Trandoshans combing the jungle in their small, open-topped transports, they began to suspect that the reptilian bipedals were searching for them. And judging by the number of blaster rifles they sported, they intended to kill them.

“They’re not coming for us,” Jinx said one morning, once they had slipped past a pair of Trandoshans on the jungle floor.

Kalifa looked at him in confusion. “Who?”

“The Jedi. They’ve abandoned us. There’s no rescue on the way.”

Dea’le rounded on him. “Don’t talk like that,” she snapped. “The Jedi wouldn’t leave us here. Master Woara’lek wouldn’t just let us disappear.”

“How could they find us?” O-Mer shook his head. “I think Jinx is right. We need to start planning as though there is no one coming.”

“We just have to stay undetected a little longer,” Kalifa offered. “The Trandoshans will leave eventually, and then we’ll plan our escape. There’s got to be some sort of ship here we can use.”

Jinx scowled. “Well why don’t you just conjure up that ship if you’re so –”

“Shhhh.” Gora threw out her arm, focused on something down the path. “Someone’s coming.”

Immediately they fell silent. Kalifa called on the Force and jumped straight up, disappearing into the canopy. The others followed her, and together they crouched, peering through the leaves.

Two Bith raced through the trees, clutching each other as they sidestepped roots and stray vines. Behind them, two Trandoshans roared and hurried after them, jeering and hissing as they gained ground.

“They’re going to be killed,” O-Mer muttered.

Dea’le started to rise from her crouch, but Kalifa grabbed her arm and yanked her down. “What are you doing?” she hissed.

Dea’le wrenched away. “We have to help them. We can overtake the Trandoshans and –”

“We’ll die,” Jinx whispered furiously.

“We’re Jedi,” Gora intoned, jaw set. “It’s our duty to help.”

And without another word, she and the Mikkian leapt from their hiding spot.

No! Kalifa wanted to call out, but the words froze in her throat.

The two girls landed directly on the shoulders of the hunters, knocking them down and sending their blaster rifles flying. The Trandoshans gave roars of surprise and swung their fists. Dea’le was able to jump out of the way, but Gora caught the punch in her cheek. She was sent sprawling, scrambling to her feet as the larger of the two reptilians drew a smaller pistol with blinding speed. There was a sudden blast, a red spurt of light, a cry, and Gora crumpled unmoving to the ground.

The world tilted and Kalifa dug her nails into the moss of the tree. Her vision blurred and her breath caught.

Dea’le howled with anger and flew at the hunters, using the Force to push them back, then kicking them in rapid succession before bounding backwards.

“We have to help them,” Kalifa said too slowly, blinking spots from her vision as she inched towards the limb’s edge. “They…they need us –”

The Mikkian ran forward, bracing herself for another assault, but before she reached them there was another flash of red and she toppled at their feet.

Kalifa may have fallen to the ground below if Jinx and O-Mer hadn’t caught her arms and pulled her back. “We’re too late,” O-Mer murmured. “They’re gone.”

She barely heard him. The Trandoshans laughed, loading the bodies of the two younglings into their ship, gesturing in the direction of the hobbling Bith. A moment later, they were gone.

After a long while, Kalifa forced herself to breathe, and found that it hurt. O-Mer and Jinx stared at her, eyes wide and watery. She wasn’t surprised to find that she was crying too.

“Come on,” she said finally. Silently, they rose and followed her into the depths of the jungle again.

#sorry it's late #i started something else #but i kept getting distracted by wondering what happened when kalifa and the others got kidnapped #they were just kids #sw #star wars #star wars the clone wars #swtcw #padawan lost #kalifa #o-mer #jinx #star wars ocs #@finish-the-clone-wars #my fanfic #sw fanfic #renee's fanfic

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Every animal face-off in the BBC’s new nature documentary, rated

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David Attenborough’s new show is epic ... and sports.

We continue our extremely important mission to conduct a scene-by-scene review of the BBC’s new nature documentary, Seven Worlds, One Planet, in order to see how sports it is. We determined that Episode 1, which focused on Antarctica, was reasonably sports. Asia was very sports. Time for ...

Episode 3 South America

Scene 1: Puma vs. Guanaco

Feeding a family of three is hard, especially if you’re a single mother who is also a Patagonian puma. Mountain lions, the Americas’ second-largest cat, don’t get the reputation they deserve: their glory is stolen overseas by African lions and tigers and at home (at least in South America) by the jaguar. But all big cats are worth our attention, because they’re designed to kill you. Yes, you personally.

Possessing murderous grace, strength complimented by rending claws, surprising stamina and teeth optimized to clamp around one’s neck just so, a puma is a serious predator. And, perhaps unfortunately for Patagonian pumas, they hunt serious prey: guanacos. They’re built for the mountains, with the ability to breathe very thin air. They’re also built for puma attacks. Thick skin around their neck helps protect them from the fatal bite, and their height and heft — over three times that of a mountain lion — does too. A guanaco is not an easy hunt.

But hunt them mother puma must. There’s the family to think of, after all. So we’re treated to a series of puma-guanaco battles, closely matched and extremely well-fought, on scrub and in snow.

Over a bruising few days, the mother, injured from an earlier attempt, finally makes a kill, sprinting to catch her foe, wrestling it to the ground, suffocating it with a bite and then dragging it over a mile back to her territory. Sometimes you just have to play through pain.

Aesthetics 10/10

Everything about this scene is beautiful, from the shapely mountains that backdrop the hunts to the limpid pools enjoyed by the cougar cubs. And both animals featured are lovely, too — we’ve discussed the murderous beauty of the puma, but there’s an elegant majesty to the hunted guanaco too.

Also, this dude makes a brief appearance:

BBC Earth

This is a dirty look that almost transcends perfection. Well done, grumpy old man puma.

Difficulty 10/10

The puma’s kill was difficult enough without having to drag a corpse a mile across the Patagonia scrubland while injured. That’s some good mothering.

Competitiveness 10/10

Guanaco are pretty spectacular things, and they gave the mother puma almost more than she could handle. An incredible battle.

Overall 30/30

Running to rodeo to wrestling to, uh, dragging? We’ll call this the puma tetrathlon, and it is definitely sports.

Scene 2: Turd Penguins

The Pacific coast of South America is shaped by the Andes above and the Atacama Trench below, where the Nazca Plate subducts under the continent to fuel its belching volcanic spine. The trench, and the Humboldt Current which flows above it, drive nutrients into the surface waters offshore, which attract some of the world’s largest concentrations of seabirds. And, therefore, also the world’s largest concentrations of seabird poop.

Guano has an incredible history. Seabird manure is extremely good for fertilizer, but in most areas of the world, many of the nutrients are washed out by rain. On the Peruvian coast, however, it doesn’t rain, so high-quality guano collects. And collects. And collects. When Alexander van Humboldt, who gave his name to the current (as well as a particularly disgusting species of penguin, whom we will be discussing later), brought back news of the Peruvian deposits, he sparked a massive guano boom.

For years, guano mining was the foundation of the Peruvian economy. Control of guano islands was so important that wars were fought over it, and the United States’ push into the Pacific was at least partly due to the search for new, uninhabited guano sites. The use of guano across the world has even been blamed — how credibly I’m not well-equipped to assess — for the particular strand of blight that caused the Irish Potato Famine. Until synthetic fertilizers were produced in the early 20th Century, guano was vital for world agriculture. Now it’s where some very awful penguins dig their disgusting little nests, coating themselves in the process.

My friends would describe me as dirty, but cute #SevenWorldsOnePlanet pic.twitter.com/TrsLBX0Y7c

— BBC Earth (@BBCEarth) November 10, 2019

NB: If you watch the full episode, be prepared to watch a penguin take a dump. Consider yourself warned.

Turd penguins, like their less smelly cousins, need to get to the sea to eat. And this is a more challenging affair than usual during breeding season, as the rich waters off the coast attract more than seabirds. Blocking off the penguins’ access is a full colony of sea lions.

I like to imagine (probably definitely incorrectly) that these sea lions are normally fairly chill animals. But when your nice, quiet beach is invaded by a shrieking mob of penguins LITERALLY COATED BEAK TO TAIL IN SHIT, it’s hard to be chill. And when those penguins ignore your warnings to go the fuck back to whatever shithole they came from and instead CROWD SURF OVER YOU, it’s even harder.

When you go into a store and the shop assistants pounce #SevenWorldsOnePlanet #amistakehasbeenmade pic.twitter.com/bI8DfPdAcL

— BBC Earth (@BBCEarth) November 10, 2019

Actual footage of life throwing me curveballs #SevenWorldsOnePlanet #oopsiedaisy pic.twitter.com/h5dn54cu5G

— BBC Earth (@BBCEarth) November 10, 2019

Turd penguin don’t give a fuuuuuuck.

Aesthetics 2/10

I’m the father of two small children and so consider myself fairly immune to whatever horrors bodily fluids might attempt to inflict upon me. But this is enormously gross, and not even some sassy sea lions can rescue it.

Difficulty 9/10

Running through a pack of angry sea lions who desperately want you to go away and could kill you quite easily is one thing. Using them as a jungle gym is another. Don’t try this at home. Actually, don’t try any of this scene at home.

Competitiveness 10/10

Humboldt penguins weigh somewhere around 10 pounds. An adult male sea lion can be as much as 20 times as heavy. Being willing to barge your way through/over a wall of angry muscle and blubber like that takes some incredible bravery.

Overall 21/30

Surfing is a sport, even when it’s done by unbelievably dreadful birds. Goodbye, turd penguins. I hated you.

Scene 3: Nerd Bears

There’s nothing wrong with being a nerd. Some of my best friends are nerds, after all. So when I say that the spectacled bear is a nerdy-looking bear, it’s out of affection. And accuracy:

Photo by Blick/RDB/ullstein bild via Getty Images

Cool glasses, nerd.

The spectacled bear is only found in the cloud forests of the Andes, and is correspondingly rare and vulnerable to habitat loss. But, like millennials, who do things like watch the world burning around them and yet spend their time shitposting about nature documentaries rather than actually doing anything useful, these bears love avocados. Even when those avocados are 30 meters off the ground.

These nerds aren’t as heavy as the polar or brown bears we met in the Asia episode, but they’re still reasonably heavy, and the thin branches that the avocados grow on are nowhere near big enough to support them. So the smart bears just bite into the branches so that they dangle down low enough for them to reach. The less smart bears bite them off entirely and have to climb all the way back down. Most fast and break things. That’s the nerd way.

Aesthetics 7/10

I’m mostly giving this a good score because there aren’t any penguins in it. But also these bears have some pretty good vibes:

Me living my best life #SevenWorldsOnePlanet pic.twitter.com/WMreQHmzww

— BBC Earth (@BBCEarth) November 10, 2019

Difficulty 5/10

That’s a pretty big tree to climb, and a pretty big body with which to climb.

Competitiveness 7/10

In the battle of bear and bear, all it takes is a little bit of technique and know-how to get the upper paw.

Overall 19/30

On the surface, the avocado hunt is not exactly the stuff to stir one’s blood. But there’s an important, if unspoken rule about sport-assessing, of which I am now a professional: if you watch cheating, there’s a pretty good chance that it’s sports.

Scene 4: Look at this monkey’s hair!

These Cotton-top Tamarins are critically endangered, which is a big shame because they have cool hair. Their habitat is being destroyed for all the traditional reasons, and it’s depressing. You know the drill.

Aesthetics 10/10

Someone get me their stylist’s number ASAP. I can only assume Carlos Valderrama was inspired by these little dudes.

Difficulty 10/10

This was going to be a bunch of monkeys sitting around and looking cool while their home is being razed around them, like a primate version of the ‘This is Fine’ dog. And then one did an absurd tree jump, which would kill 100 percent of the humans that tried to match it.

Competition 0/10

Monkeys vs. praying mantis? No contest. Monkeys vs. the inexorable tide of ‘progress’ that is slowly grinding their entire species away. Also no contest.

Overall 20/30

If everyone doing long jumps at the Olympics had these haircuts they’d get way better sponsorships. Sports.

Scene 5: The Very Horny Bird Squad

Birdsong is one of the joys of spring, and it’s only improved by the knowledge that it’s a bunch of tiny dinosaurs loudly expressing their desperate need to make some babies. Cheep-cheep-sexnowplease-cheep. For many birds, mere song is not enough. Bright, ostentatious plumage is a sign that a male is healthy and thus that his courtship attempt is worth responding to. And sometimes, the female bird wants to see some dancing.

Bird courtship routines are a staple of natural history programming, but in the Amazon we’re treated something rather more curious: the Blue Manakin team dance.

The lead male bird somehow wrangles a squad of subordinates to help him do his *ahem* dirty work. Attenborough claims that “by supporting [the leader] now they may themselves eventually become leaders and get a chance to mate,” which sounds dubious to me. It’s basically a bird sex pyramid scheme, little buddies, so don’t fall for it. The leader’s out to screw you.

This scene is made much better by the fact that the female bird is completely uninterested.

Aesthetics 10/10

Beautiful birds, beautiful dance moves. I particularly love the synchronized shuffle-hop, but the final flap-your-wings-while-screaming routine might need some work (its target seemed to think so too).

Difficulty 8/10

I can’t even dance by myself, let alone in a group. How many hours of practice went into this routine?

Competition 7/10

This very good dance not being good enough strongly implies that there are other, more capable bird squads around.

Overall 25/30

Team dancing is sports, even if in this case it’s extremely horny sports.

Scene 6: Poison Dart Frogs

Living in the rainforest is a pretty good deal for poison dart frogs. It’s nice and damp, there are some great trees to hang out in, and since almost everything that touches you has an unpleasant experience they get a fairly stress-free time.

But there is a problem: standing water. With some deeply weird exceptions (don’t google the Suriname toad if you have trypophobia), amphibians need water in which to lay their eggs. There aren’t too many ponds to be had, up in the canopy. So they have to make use of the tiny pools of water that collect in bromeliads, one per egg. Sometimes they choose badly and the small pool in which the egg has been placed dried up before their tadpole has finished developing:

Blob fish or tadpole? You decide#SevenWorldsOnePlanet pic.twitter.com/DUr5hn8tbm

— BBC Earth (@BBCEarth) November 10, 2019

That tadpole is in trouble, and the only way to help is to get it to a real pool of water. That means relocation via piggyback ride, perhaps even to a new tree, and then a summoning of the tadpole’s mother to lay another (unfertilized) egg to serve as food. Yum yum.

Aesthetics 3/10

Poison dart frogs have bright and flashy coloring to warn predators not to eat them. These yellow-and-black ones are particularly smart-looking. But bright colors alone aren’t doing it for me.

Difficulty 6/10

When you’re less than an inch long, searching through the forest with a baby on your back for a new place to stash it must be very hard work. Remembering where exactly you’ve dumped all your children seems like a tough task too.

Competitiveness 2/10

I’m guessing that there are a bunch of other poison dart frogs looking for egg pools in this forest, so I guess they can have a couple points here.

Overall 10/30

Not sports.

Scene 7: Scarlet Macaws

Parrots jostle and fight for position on the banks of a particular stretch of the Amazon. Are they after food? Not exactly. Parrots’ diet is low in salt, and their chicks need salt to develop, and here, at the edge of the river, is salt-laden clay. So the parrots squabble to grab a chunk of mud, fly up to 50 miles (!) back to their nests, and feed it to their children.

Aesthetics 5/10

Scarlet macaws are pretty birds:

Nothing more romantic than a cheeky head scratch and a chest peck #SevenWorldsOnePlanet pic.twitter.com/kgea0ciCCg

— BBC Earth (@BBCEarth) November 10, 2019

And we get to see more than just them. There are plenty of blue-and-gold macaws (my favorites) battling it out for the mud too, plus a sizable squadron of what I think are probably Amazon parrots in their greens.

Difficulty 4/10

This is more annoying than difficult, apart from the very long distances the birds have to fly.

Competitiveness 3/10

If there was a real free-for-all this would have scored quite high, but there appear to be just enough rules in parrot society to keep the clay harvesting from descending into an all-out brawl.

Overall 12/30

Nope.

Scene 8: Un-diving

This is more like it. A thousand miles south of the parrot clay feast, a troop of brown capuchins is moving through the trees, looking for breakfast. Staring up at them, following their every move, are ... fish. The piraputanga are able to see the monkeys clearly because Bonito’s Rio da Prata is fed by freshwater springs, naturally filtered by the underlying rock.

Are these fish on the hunt for monkey meat? No. Like dogs following a toddler, they’re hoping for their scraps. When the monkeys find ripe fruit — impossible to spot from underwater — they stop and eat. Plenty drops into the river. But an anaconda soon interrupts breakfast, attempting to ambush the capuchins from underwater.

Fortunately, that’s not the end of the piraputangas’ meal. Now that they know where the fruit is, they have schemes of their own:

...Try, try again #SevenWorldsOnePlanet pic.twitter.com/WEGJHlB1sm

— BBC Earth (@BBCEarth) November 10, 2019

I have to admit that I did not see this one coming.

Aesthetics 9/10

This is a beautiful scene. While none of the animals themselves are that attractive, the environments, particularly the crystal-clear waters of the Rio da Prata, are sublime. The anaconda’s slither through the mud carries with it potent, barely-seen menace. And then there’s the piraputanga jump. They have surprisingly good form, for fish.

Difficulty 8/10

Trying to jump several times your body height to grab something you can only barely see would be tricky enough if you were able to use your hands. Now imagine you have to do that with your teeth.

Competition 8/10

These fish mean business, and there’s not enough fruit to go round. After the monkeys are done with their handouts, the highest and best jumper is literally the one which gets to eat. A bonus point for the anaconda hunt.

Overall 25/30

Diving is sports. Un-diving is also sports.

Scene 9: Waterfall Skimmers

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Great dusky swifts will do a lot to protect their chicks. Harried and harassed by falcons, they have a perfect hiding spot for their nests: behind the thundering curtain of the Iguaçu Falls. The falls, on the border between Brazil and Argentina, are the biggest waterfall complex in the world, and the wet rock behind them is all that the chicks know before they take their first flight. Which is right through the pouring water and to the other side:

These great dusky swifts are able to fly right through the thundering torrents of water.#SevenWorldsOnePlanet pic.twitter.com/txtjP3mOFo

— BBC Earth (@BBCEarth) November 10, 2019

Birds nesting in challenging places gives their chicks a great chance in the earliest days but creates a terrible bottleneck later on. This trial by waterfall isn’t the worst thing nature does to baby birds, but it’s an impressive challenge to get past. Blind and bedraggled, these tiny, barely-fledged swifts have to force their way through the falls and out into the open air for the very first time. Their reward is some pretty damn good scenery, and probably getting eaten by a falcon or something.

(Bonus video!) Here is the worst thing that nature does to baby birds:

Aesthetics 10/10

Lovely. While great dusky swifts aren’t very pretty on their own, especially when wet and flummoxed, the Iguaçu Falls are one of the planet’s most spectacular sights, and watching these 8-inch birds take them on is unbelievably cool.

Difficulty 10/10

This is another thing that would definitely kill you if you attempted it. Well, all flying would, but especially this one.

Competition 9/10

Little birds vs. enormous waterfall is a David-and-Goliath sort of deal.

Overall 29/30

Extremely sports.

[wardblood]

—character info sheet tagged by @ludicrousspeed

Evangeline Ward

aliases: Evangeline Ward, Eve, Evie, Eevee, Thorns

one picture you like best of your character’s fc

blerb tongue

two headcanons you have for your character that you never told anyone

STRAY DOGS - Eve travels around a lot, and there are times where she’ll find stray animals, in particular dogs. If she can, she’ll usually try to give the dog a bit of food and gain its trust until she can drop it off at a no-kill shelter, or at the very least will call a rescue/shelter so they can try to save the dog with professional standards. There have been a few times where she nearly kept the dog, but knows being on the run and hunting for her father isn’t exactly a good lifestyle for an animal.

FAKE ID - So it’s not a surprise that Eve has ID’s with her face on it and completely random names (e.g. Suzanne Heather), but they also have her as twenty-one years old on them. She uses this to get into clubs and pubs, and basically to get away with underage drinking. She doesn’t go crazy on drinks, but she will have a few.

three things your character likes doing in their free time

BOXING - It keeps her fit and motivated, while also having that homely feel about it. Her foster mother, Laura, introduced her and taught her the sport, so the useful skill reminds her of the closest thing she every had to family.

INTERNET TUTORIALS - mainly for hacking in assistance to finding her father, but also she’s a human and gets distracted by the random stuff on the internet... like seven tricks you can do with balloons.

READ TRASH - Either on the internet or in magazines, Eve has a tendency to steer towards the articles like ‘21 times Tony Stark wore the Iron Man armour for no good reason’ or ‘Avengers lookalikes we all want to bang’. She knows fully well it’s all rubbish, but loves it anyway.

seven people that your character loves/likes

This is from all verses:

Grant Ward

Shane Barnes

Daisy Johnson

Leo Fitz

Rose Ward

Thomas Ward

Alec Lightwood/Magnus Bane

BONUS Laura and Eloise Crossel

two things your character regrets

The first is how she feels that she didn’t spend enough time with Laura, her foster mother, and didn’t bond enough with her wife Eloise. They were the closest people she had to family she’d ever had, and the last for a long time, therefore leading to them being very important figures of love in her life. She spent a lot of her time boxing/trying to act like a normal kid in the environment that she forgot at times the reason why she was getting those chances; at least forgot until they were gone again.

Not asking about her father earlier and not pressing at all for information on her mother. Sure, she’s mad her mother gave her up basically as soon as she was born, but it would have helped her search for Grant if she’d known at least a name, and knows it’s far too late to ask S.H.I.E.L.D. for the name of her mom.

two phobias your character has

Losing the people she loves. This may be more of a recent development when she forms attachments again after being hidden for so long, but once she claims someone as her own, she, without realising it, instantly becomes terrified of losing them. Thanatophobia.

Being completely and utterly alone. In a crowd she’s fine, or knowing that people exist and are around her, but (for example) if she was stranded on a desert island alone she’d be petrified. With people around there’s a hope for something more, but complete isolation scares her. Autophobia.

tag ten people to do the same

@russkiyuragan @thebatmanofshadowhunters @skye-hacker @catsglitterandsass @quietandpasty @youwillcallmecass @everlxsting @leashedson @yxunggun @tremoriisms

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[zanpyreanor]

Stumbling upon the SOS

Zan sat hunched over his workbench in the workshop of the Pyreanor Gift and Boarding House working by the light of an enchanted lamp. The 5'8" tall freckled ginger paladin and inventor wore silky red pajamas, large red lensed glasses, and had not one but two thistle joints in his mouth--this was a two joint problem. His long train rested on the floor and his wings rested against his back, folded up nicely.

He looked over schematics for a big fucking spell gun, well, a spell cannon because it might come in handy someday. He pondered it as he put one of his prototype phoenix drones, Sunsoul II, back together after maintenance and an upgrade.

He turned the device on and it whirred to life. He grabbed its controller box, flipped it on, and for whatever reason the box began to scan frequencies. The ginger raised a brow at the frequency scan and looked to see if he accidentally flipped a switch.

The scan found the tail end of something. One of the little spell beads on the control box began to flicker on and off, but the ginger paid it no mind he investigated the box. He flipped the search lever and the box remained on that frequency. He set the box aside and examined the drone until he noticed a series of flashes from the controller box. Familiar flashes.

...---... ...---...

Zan's ears perked, his crest feathers rose slightly, and his train bristled up off the ground and rested parallel to the floor for a moment before lowering. His attention was piqued.

He grabbed the box, put it in front of himself, put the earpiece attached to the box on, and listened to the code. He grabbed his scratchpad and a stick of parchment and started writing out the letters he could make out. He turned on another switch and another glowing bead around the enchanted crystal display panel lit up indicating which repeater was broadcasting this message.

The message mentioned "The Kingly Dispute" in a way that seemed like a name, a name he'd seen before perhaps. Sounded like the name of a ship or vehicle, perhaps a shipwreck.

The repeater indicator noted it was repeater WTTBR. Western Thalassian Transcontinental Bridge Repeater, a large repeater on an island west of Quel'thalas which had two antennas, one which broadcasted and received signals across a wide area of Quel'thalas, and the other which used a high powered narrow beam directional antenna that was aimed precisely at the East Bilgewater Transcontinental Bridge Repeater at Bilgewater Port in Azshara.

This signal originated from Kalimdor. Zan put his tools away, grabbed his shrink ray from a drawer and slipped into the kitchen where the chubby white mage Iviaen Brightblaze was preparing fresh bread for the coming day.

The ginger spoke to the mage, "I'm going to need food stuff for a supply dump. Like the last time. Could you get that for me?"

The mage tilted his head, "Who are you helping this time?"

"SOS from something called The Kingly Dispute," the Ginger replied.

Iviaen frowned and thought to himself as he replied, "Alright but I have a bad feeling about this."

Zandrae shrugged, "If it is what I think it is, I've seen the bounties in the spire when I go in for my weekly briefings."

The mage opened the large walk-in icebox door, "And yet you're willing to help. Why?"

"It's not my job to decide who lives or dies. I'm not an executioner, and not responding is, to some degree, tantamount to execution without trial. Besides, dying a painful miserable death from injuries while stranded somewhere with no supplies is cruel and unusual punishment," the ginger replied. A devious smirk spread across his lips, "Besides, we'd be doing them a favor, perhaps for one in return later."

Iviaen canted his head to one side, "A favor?"

"Well, let's say we want to go hit the Dawnraker estate in Elwynn after we hit the one in Arathi. A Warden and Blood Knight and his people attacking a location in Alliance territory is an international incident that could result in an escalation in the conflict between the Alliance and Horde. But if someone who is already a public enemy does it, well, then it was criminals," explained the grinning fool.

Iviaen rubbed the back of his head, "Well that makes sense, I suppose, aiding wanted individuals for the sake of the greater good. The ends justify the means. Making sure that Ravennia and Elramir leave no one as a successor is a good idea. You're not going alone, are you?"

"I'm going to scope things out before I get anyone involved. Locate them and get them some supplies. I will also talk to Grand Inquisitor Sunfall, he knows stuff about things and I'm told he has personal stakes in our conflict. He might be able to brief me on what we're dealing with so I can help them in spite of their status," Zan turned to the door, "I'll fetch the stuff for the drop crate."

The ginger departed as Iviaen began cooking up a storm with the help of magic. The ginger delivered a couple of large square insulated black food boxes branded with the Sunpyre Innovations logo and some empty jugs then descended to the lower levels of the building.

Down in the basement garage, beyond the common garage area, behind a roll up door, Zan approached a cloth covered pair of devices. He pulled the covers off one and spoke, "Hello my lovelies." One of two dwarven biplanes he had stolen sat ready, its pilot's compartment was rigged with a device that allowed him remote control navigation.

He prepped that one for flight. Fueling, testing the engines, going over a mechanical check, and prepared the supply towing harness. He attached the harness to a pallet with crate bolted to it and then left it.

He got dressed in his armor, gave Tyan a kiss, grabbed his portal pass, a directional antenna, Sunsoul II and III, and their controller boxes, then set off for the spire. It was time for some signal hunting.

(What follows is loosely based on actual signal hunting which is a real thing. Some amateur radio operators do it for sport.)

Eventually he arrived in Orgrimmar with a tired look on his face. He got atop a tower and set up his equipment then took a listen and observed the repeater indicator. West. He then hopped the zeppelin to Thunder Bluff and toyed with the equipment as the flying boat traveled over the land. He glanced at a compass and scribbled notes on his scratchpad as they might come in later for calculations. Once in Thunder Bluff he noted the repeater indicator. North.

He sat down on the ground near some Tauren braves and pulled out a folded up map of Kalimdor from his pack. He found the location of the repeaters and from the information he recorded deduces a general area to search. He noted general areas where he had been hearing the signal off repeater. He tucked his supplies away then secured transportation to the Horde Outpost on Zoram Strand.

He fell asleep on the flight and was startled awake by a female Orc wyvern keeper that was terribly amused by the situation.

Dumbass sat in the outpost plainly in the sight of guards, and set up, map, phoenix drones, controller, radio, hand held directional antenna. He put on his ear peace, activated the directional antenna, swapped to the frequency, spun the dial slightly to go slightly off the frequency so it was unclear, then spun the antenna slowly until he could hear the signal. He turned the antenna until he lost signal.

He compared it's start and end direction with his compass and the map and drew an angle on the map with his graphite. He drew dotted lines from the readings to create more angles using the information he got while flying high over the barrens. The signal originated somewhere in the area where the angles overlapped.

He sent a ping signal to the device and noted the response time then scribbled some mathematics and put a point in the marked off area, an estimate of distance from his location.

Zandrae then scribbled a note, rolled it up, and tied it to one of the little phoenix drones, fired them up and flew them in the direction of the signal, one over the shoreline, the other about a mile out to sea. He could use them to triangulate on the broadcasting SOS.

He would eventually find the source signal and the two mechanical phoenixes could be spotted overhead circling like vultures as Zan notated their position on his map then they sat in a completely still hover.

The phoenix drones are about the size of a pet phoenix with horizontal props in the chassis of their wings, vertical ones on the front of the wings, and vertical props on the wing tips  that run parallel to the body of the device. They are, of course, painted like little firebirds. In the beak of each one is a gazing stone which allows Zan to see from the devices' perspective.

The device with the scroll took a nose dive towards the ground and stopped about four feet from the sand then began to survey the situation, looking for survivors, how injured people are, and if the survivors have resources nearby.

If it found a survivor up and about, the drone would fly over to that person, hover, and the props on the side of the wings turn on and alternate in their spin direction, making the drone playfully strafe horizontally back and forth before the survivor in a friendly playful sort of greeting as it waited for someone to claim its note.

The note reads. "Friendly. Supply drop to follow via stolen dwarven plane. Do not fire. Possible healers if you agree not to harm us. I can hear you through the device. -Z"

#It's long #the part to respond to is at the very end #the last few paragraphs #long post #long post is long #I wanted to write how it works #Because it's not magic #it actually has basis in real life stuff