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[southern-bluebell]

I miss roleplaying…. I don’t know if there is anyone still in the RvB community that are actively still roleplaying. :(

[averagejoey2000]

alpha, don't pick, people will make sigma jokes

bravo, bravery,

Charlie is just a regular name

love Delta, especially the AI

Echo is one of the best Clones

Foxtrot is for furries

Golf, don't pick, whitest sport

Hotel, excellent for whores

India, already a good name

Juliet. look I was considering it just because when I spell my name to people I already use the phonetic alphabet so when I say "my name is Joey" "Joey?" "yes, Juliet (Oscar echo Yankee)" "oh sorry, Juliet" "no I was spelling it"

Kilo would be an awesome enby name for people thinking of being Kay

Lima, a fun one and can't nail down the gender

Mike

November, amazing cadence. fuck all them girls called April, May and June

Oscar, (Montoya!)

Papa, only for sex

Quebec, go by Beccy for short

Romeo, loverboy

Sierra, awesome name, Dichen Lachman should have been the first sign I liked girls

Tango, sexy

Uniform, don't like this one

Victor

Whiskey, Amy Acker my love

X-ray, slang for alien

Yankee

Zulu, only if you're black

if you're transgender and need name ideas, may I direct you toward the nato alphabet because like. delta? november?? echo?? romeo is like the butchest name. please consider foxtrot. being named whiskey would be cool as hell. I know multiple transmascs who were a bit too into english lit and are named victor now. I've met people named sierra who were trans in every direction. maybe don't name yourself golf

[meltesh28]

nezha spear form animation!! had a toonnn of fun with this one but my hands are numb now 😭

[rhadko]

tw topics of suicidal ideation. self harm.

[mtg-player1]

How many languages do you know at least little bit of?

Remake of an older poll (link here)

Like last time I am using a strict definition of language and a loose definition of being able to speak/knowing the language.

Details:

Sign languages count, conlangs count, super similar languages only counts one & dialects of the same language usually won't count (unless you can make multiple sentences in both that someone who only spoke the other couldn't understand), for Norwegian being able to write both bokmål & nynorsk only counts as one

You need to know more than 30 words and be able to construct at least one sentence for it to count. it has to be at least one of the following: writing/signing/speaking/whistling, it doesn't have to be multiple.

(and for people with "sampling bias" concerns, this is not supposed to represent society as a whole)

Poll:

It's super cool if you put the languages in tags

@aromantisk-fagforening

[juniperarts]

10 years wow ✨️

Didn't have enough time to finish foxy but here ya go

[charmedslayer]

BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER (1997-2003)

[mediumgayitalian]

When Lee and Michael pull him from Chiron's exceptionally dry Ancient Greek lessons, Will is excited. When they drag him down, ducking, behind the stables, as other campers walk by, he is intrigued. When they guide him all the way back to their cabin, sit him on his bed, and then drag two stools to sit across from him, silently, he is still excited.

A little nervous, now.

But excited.

"Will," Michael says, solemn. He presses his fist to his mouth, eyes carefully blank. "Will, you are almost ten years old, now."

Will bounces on his mattress, grinning. "Yeah! I'm nine and fifty-six seventy-thirds." He peers at his brothers hopefully, trying to lessen his fidgeting and appear Regal and Adult. "Am I getting my Dad present early?"

Gods, he hopes so. He has been counting down the days -- every tenth birthday, for every kid, Camp-bound or not, Apollo sends them a gift of gold jewelry, smelted in the heat of the Sun by Holy Hephaestus, jewels handcrafted by the finest artisans on Olympus, blessed by yours truly. Will has been watching in seething jealousy as Michael's signet ring glints every time he pulls back his bow, as Cass' hoops swing when she walks. He hopes the gift is earrings -- he finally convinced Michael to pierce his lobes a couple months ago, and he's tired of the ugly studs. Beckendorf made him promise to let him poke around at whatever Will gets, and Will has been itching to show him.

And to get the jewelry, obviously. That's priority number one.

Lee shakes his head slowly. "No. You will get your milestone when you get it." He exchanges a long, fearful look with Michael. Will picks at last summer's clay bead, with the trident on it. "Speaking of milestones…"

Michael makes a sudden, choked noise, covering his face with his hands and curling forward. Will startles. Lee sighs, looking down for a moment as well. When he looks up again, he meets Will's wide eyes with his teary ones, and places a supportive hand on Michael's back.

"Will…" he looks out to the open window, shaking his head slightly. When he looks back, his face is creased in apology, and his eyes are ringed with pity. Will feels his heart drop. "Have you chosen someone, yet?"

"Chosen?" Will straightens, fists twisting in his shorts. "Chosen someone for what?" Michael makes another strangled wailing noise. Will's breath hitches, and his ears white out. "Lee, tell me! Tell me now!"

"We are a Greek camp," Lee says, finally. "An ancient Greek camp. With ancient Greek customs, kiddo."

He says it softly, apologetically. Like the time a seagull swooped down and stole Will's ice cream, right from his hands, on the beach last week. Will recognizes the hopeless tone of his voice and his heart drops.

"How much did they tell you about…our customs?"

"I didn't listen to the admissions video!" Will confesses, panicked. "I'm sorry! It was so boring! There were a bajillion music numbers and they were all kind of bad no offense and the screen made my eyes hurt and I missed my mom and --"

"Will," Michael says, voice shaking. He meets Will's eyes and Will is horrified to see they are wet.

He has never seen Michael cry before -- not even once.

"It's okay, Will. Some people don't know."

"Tell me," Will begs. "Am I being sacrificed?"

To his great relief, both his brothers laugh, waving dismissive hands as they chuckle. Will sags into his pillows.

"Oh, no, gods no. That would be barbaric." Lee wipes a tear from his eyes. "C'mon, Will, we're a little more civilized than that." He smiles encouragingly. Will smiles, hesitantly, back. "You're getting married."

It takes a long enough moment for the sound to travel and the word to register that Will is sure his hearing aids have gone wonky. He taps them, as though it will do anything, and tilts his head.

"I didn't hear you right. What did you say?"

"Married," Michael repeats. "By age 10, like all people had to do back then." He and Lee exchange another weighted look. "That, or you have to marry Mr. D." He rushes to assure at Will's panicked shriek; "Only if you don't choose someone in time. You have until you turn ten, so don't worry. I'm sure you'll find someone in time. You'll have most of the summer, anyway."

There is a moment where Lee and Michael murmur to each other, nodding. "Yeah," Lee says, mostly to himself. "You'll be fine." To which Michael responds: "Of course, of course. I mean, we did it."

Will sits there, frozen.

"I can't get married!" he cries, coming back to himself. He begins to hyperventilate. "I'm -- nine! I'm a kid!" He looks to his older brothers, blue eyes big and watery. "I don't even know how to file my taxes yet!"

Lee and Michael are sympathetic. They move forward, immediately, one on either side of him; Lee slides a squeezing hand around his shoulders, Michael pats him on the leg.

"It'll be fine, squirt," Lee soothes. He gestures across them. "I mean, me and Michael found somebody. It all worked out."

"You're married?" Will chokes out. His breaths come quick and shallow, despite Lee's comforting hand. "Michael is married?!"

"Watch it, twerp," Michael warns, at the same time as Lee says: "It was a challenge and a half, but yeah, Michael is married."

Will glances quickly down. There is no ring on either of their left hands, but they must notice him looking, because Michael snorts, pinching him on the knee.

"We just told you it's an ancient Greek custom, dumbass. Rings were invented later. We just…" He makes an incomprehensible gesture with his ringless hand. "Followed the book, completed the rite, etc, etc. Boom. Matrimony."

Lee nods. He rubs Will's shoulder a final time, encouragingly, before pulling away enough to give him space to breathe.

"You'll find someone, Will. We just thought we'd warn you because it didn't look like you remembered yourself, and we don't want you to have to…well."

Will shudders. Vaguely, in the back of his blurry, blurry memory, he can recall someone saying something in a video somewhere about partners and their importance in Camp. He had not paid attention, and he curses himself for it, now -- he almost had to marry Mr. D. Mr. D. who is rude, who smells like vinegar, who always has something in his teeth, who sleeps all day and drools more than a waterfall, who scares the satyrs on purpose and never even says sorry. Who is mean and gross and the worst ever.

"Thank you," Will says, tearfully. He grips his brothers' hands in his small fists and shakes from his spot between them, almost-life flashing in front of his eyes. If his brothers hadn't warned him, Mr. D. would have made him rub his stinking feet and feed him grapes for all eternity for sure. There wouldn't even be breaks for episodes of Star Trek. He shudders. "Thank you."

His brothers return the half-hug, although Michal sighs about it. He is too short to see the smirks they flash above his head.

"Anytime, twerp."

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[gethighdropacidneverdie]

clock it

[crispywizardtale]

[awkwardangst]

District bread 🍞

[aq2003]

i guess ten being considered the universe's hottest dude with women falling over themselves to kiss him is kinda crazy to me bc in my mind he is fundamentally a little wretched twig of a guy. like a drowned kitten or perhaps rat to me . i'm realizing that the spirit of donna noble is possessing me as i write this post

[bbygirl-aemond]

"Always coming and going, aren't you? And I have to clean up afterwards." Milly's Rhaenyra is right on the money about the patterns of Daemon's behavior towards Rhaenyra, so let's recap the many ways in which we've seen this exact dynamic play out between Daemon and Rhaenyra throughout the series:

Season 1 Episode 1: Daemon's callousness towards Baelon's death is the final nail in the coffin that forces Viserys's hand against him and first pushes him to declare Rhaenyra his heir in Daemon's stead. This puts Rhaenyra in a precarious position where she will be forced to fight for the rest of her life against those who do not wish to see her on the Iron Throne. (Viserys eventually came to truly believe in Rhaenyra as his heir, but the impetus to first declare her as such had more to do with his guilt and his need to create distance between Daemon and the Iron Throne).

Season 1 Episode 2: Daemon steals the egg that should have been Baelon's, and Rhaenyra has to fly to Dragonstone and convince him to give it back before Viserys's council pushes him into drastic measures.

Season 1 Episode 4: Daemon brings Rhaenyra to a brothel in Flea Bottom, only to leave her alone and vulnerable in a dangerous and unfamiliar place, leaving her to find her own way back to the Red Keep. He's the one who puts her in a position where her reputation comes into question, but Rhaenyra is the one who has to fix it by marrying Laenor, a man who cannot give her children.

Season 1 Episode 10: Daemon indulges his own desire to prepare for war against Rhaenyra's wishes, leaving Rhaenyra to labor and deliver her stillborn daughter alone even though Daemon is the father.

Season 2 Episodes 1 & 2: Daemon uses Mysaria for his own ends and makes a promise to her on Rhaenyra's behalf, without Rhaenyra's permission. He then leaves Dragonstone entirely, leaving Rhaenyra to deal with Mysaria's fate.

Season 2 Episodes 1 & 2: Daemon uses Rhaenyra's request for revenge to get at his own personal desire for revenge, resulting in Jaehaerys's death. When confronted about it, he leaves Dragonstone and breaks contact with her entirely. This deals a massive blow to Rhaenyra's reputation, gives their enemies ammunition, turns Rhaenyra's council against her, and leads directly to the attempt on Rhaenyra's life, all of which Rhaenyra now has to deal with on her own.

[the-daydream-archives]

I've had these character headers of my food sims for wayy too long in my drafts now (since 2023 in fact) and decided to post them publicly while I'm still on semi-hiatus, I do plan on making character headers for all my food sims, though who knows when I'll finish, so for now, have this :))

[077891st]

What secrets could this book hold?

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Saw Sniff's handmade (!!!) Lexica Botania and this image engraved itself onto my eyelids then my internet died lmao

[rockpaperscissuhs]

BAND OF BROTHERS: EPISODE ONE + my favorite closeup shots