#Al C. Ward

[movie-titlecards]

Please Murder Me (1956)

My rating: 6/10

There's a certain cognitive dissonance to watching Angela Lansbury play a femme fatale type, but she does it quite well, and this is rather an entertaining yarn.

[elephantbitterhead]

This is from a paper on norovirus transmission; I feature it here because of the kneeling stick figure on the left. Since that's the infected person, I presume he's kneeling because he's vomiting -- what a nice touch.

[makingqueerhistory]

Stonewall Book Awards Nonfiction Winners 2025-1971

Some years had multiple nonfiction winners. How many have you read?

Sex With a Brain Injury: On Concussion and Recovery by Annie Liontas (Scribner, an imprint of Simon & Schuster LLC)

Hijab Butch Blues by Lamya H (The Dial Press)

The Women’s House of Detention: A Queer History of a Forgotten Prison by Hugh Ryan (Bold Type Books)

Faltas: Letters to Everyone in My Hometown Who Isn’t My Rapist by Cecilia Gentili (Little Puss Press)

Dear Senthuran: A Black Spirit Memoir by Akwaeke Emezi (Riverhead Books)

Queer Games Avant-Garde: How LGBTQ Game Makers are Reimagining the Medium of Video Games by Bonnie Ruberg (they/them) (Duke University Press)

How We Fight for Our Lives: A Memoir by Saeed Jones (Simon & Schuster)

Go the Way Your Blood Beats by Michael Amherst (London: Repeater Press)

Queer Threads: Crafting Identity and Community by John Chaich and Todd Oldham (Los Angeles: Ammo Books)

How to Survive a Plague: The inside story of how citizens and science tamed AIDS, by David France (New York: Alfred A. Knopf)

Speak Now: Marriage Equality on Trial, by Kenji Yoshino (New York: Crown Publishers)

Living Out Islam: Voices of Gay, Lesbian, and Transgender Muslims, by Scott Siraj al-Haqq Kugle (New York: New York University Press)

American Honor Killings: Desire and Rage Among Men, by David McConnell (New York : Akashic Books)

Raising My Rainbow: Adventures in Raising a Fabulous, Gender Creative Son, by Lori Duron (New York: Broadway Books, an imprint of Crown Publishing, a division of Random House, Inc.)

For Colored Boys Who Have Considered Suicide When the Rainbow is Still Not Enough: Coming of Age, Coming Out, and Coming Home, edited by Keith Boykin (New York : Magnus Books)

Hide/Seek: Difference and Desire in American Portraiture, by Jonathan D. Katz and David C. Ward (Washington, D.C. : Smithsonian Books)

A Queer History of the United States (Revisioning American History), by Michael Bronski (Boston, Mass. : Beacon Press)

Inseparable: Desire between Women in Literature by Emma Donoghue, (Knopf)

Unfriendly Fire: How the Gay Ban Undermines the Military and Weakens America by Nathaniel Frank, (St. Martin's Press)

Dishonorable Passions: Sodomy Laws in America, 1861-2003 by William N. Eskridge, Jr., (Viking)

Dog Years: A Memoir by Mark Doty, (HarperCollins)

Fun Home: A Family Tragicomic by Alison Bechdel, (Houghton Mifflin)

The fabulous Sylvester: the legend, the music, the seventies in San Francisco by Joshua Gamson, (H. Holt)

Evolution's Rainbow: Diversity, Gender, and Sexuality in Nature and in People by Joan Roughgarden, (University of California Press)

Lost Prophet: The Life and Times of Bayard Rustin by John D'Emilio, (Free Press)

How Sex Changed: a History of Transsexuality in the United States by Joanne Meyerowitz, ( Harvard University Press)

The Scarlet Professor: Newton Arvin, a Literary Life Shattered by Scandal by Barry Werth, (Nan A. Talese)

Gaylaw: Challenging the Apartheid of the Closet by William N. Eskridge, (Harvard University Press)

My Lesbian Husband: Landscape of a Marriage by Barrie Jean Borich, (Greywolf Press)

Stagestruck: Theater, AIDS, and the Marketing of Gay America by Sarah Schulman, (Duke University Press)

The Shared Heart: Portraits and Stories Celebrating Lesbian, Gay, and Bisexual Young People by Adam Mastoon, (William Morrow and Co./Lothrop, Lee & Shepard Books)

Geography of the Heart: A Memoir by Fenton Johnson, (Scribner)

Virtual Equality: The Mainstreaming of Gay and Lesbian Liberation by Urvashi Vaid, (Anchor Books)

Skin: Talking About Sex, Class & Literature Dorothy Allison, (Firebrand Books)

Uncommon Heroes: A Celebration of Heroes and Role Models for Gay and Lesbian Americans by Phillip Sherman and Samuel Bernstein, (Fletcher Press)

Family Values: Two Moms and Their Son by Phyllis Burke, (Random House)

Making History: The Struggle for Gay and Lesbian Equal Rights, 1945-1990 by Eric Marcus, (HarperCollins)

Odd Girls and Twilight Lovers: A History of Lesbian Life in Twentieth Century America by Lillian Faderman, (Columbia University Press)

Encyclopedia of Homosexuality edited by Wayne Dynes, (Garland)

In Search of Gay America: Women and Men in a Time of Change by Neil Miller, (Atlantic Monthly Press)

A Restricted Country by Joan Nestle, (Firebrand Books)

And the Band Played On: Politics, People, and the AIDS Epidemic by Randy Shilts, (St. Martin's Press)

The Spirit and the Flesh: Sexual Diversity in American Indian Culture by Walter Williams, (Beacon Press)

Sex and Germs: The Politics of AIDS by Cindy Patton, (South End Press)

Another Mother Tongue: Gay Words, Gay Worlds by Judy Grahn, (Beacon Press)

Sexual Politics, Sexual Communities: The Making of a Homosexual Minority in the United States, 1940-1970 by John D'Emilio, (University of Chicago Press)

Surpassing the Love of Men: Romantic Friendship and Love Between Women from the Renaissance to the Present by Lillian Faderman, (Morrow)

Black Lesbians: An Annotated Bibliography by J.R. Roberts, (Naiad Press)

The Celluloid Closet: Homosexuality in the Movies by Vito Russo, (Harper & Row)

The Cancer Journals by Audre Lorde, (Spinsters, Ink)

Christianity, Social Tolerance, and Homosexuality: Gay People in Western Europe from the Beginning of the Christian Era to the Fourteenth Century by John Boswell, (University of Chicago Press)

Now That You Know: What Every Parent Should Know About Homosexuality by Betty Fairchild and Nancy Hayward, (Harcourt, Brace, Jovanovich)

Our Right to Love: A Lesbian Resource Book edited by Ginny Vida, (Prentice-Hall)

Familiar Faces, Hidden Lives: The Story of Homosexual Men in America Today by Howard Brown, (Harcourt, Brace, Jovanovich)

Homosexuality: Lesbians and Gay Men in Society, History, and Literature edited by Jonathan Katz, (Arno Press) [Series of historically significant reprints]

Sex Variant Women in Literature: A Historical and Quantitative Survey by Jeannette Foster, (Vantage Press)

The Gay Mystique: The Myth and Reality of Male Homosexuality by Peter Fisher, (Stein & Day)

Lesbian/Woman by Del Martin and Phyllis Lyon (Glide Publications)

A Place for Us by Isabel Miller, (published in October, 1971 by McGraw Hill as Patience and Sarah )

[bodegadulac]

So, people liked my review of phase 1 of the WCU, so let's review phase 2:

This movie is baffling to me. You bring the CUI, set up Shen yu as the main fucking villain...

AND THEN THE MAIN VILLAIN IS FUCKING VICTOR?!?!?!?!?

What the fuck man.

But at the same one you have Colin becoming Defiant, showing character developement.

But also fuck you, Gwinneth Paltrow was a vague interpretation of fucking Ash Phoenix.

The dragon's teeth are fucking awesome.

But most of the movie is Dragon who crashed bonding with a little girl.

??????

I like that Dragon finally gets a gynoid body, it shows that she is now sure that she is human, even if she is a machine.

But thats the thing with this fucking movie. There are a lot of great fucking ideas weighted down by horrible studio decisions.

Also the new dragon suit is fuckinv over-designed lol.

6/10

I fucking love this movie.

I love Hannah's arc trying to find Mel, and how she discovers she has become murder rat.

I love the plot of Gesselchaft infiltrating the PRT.

This really sold me on Scarlet Johanson as Piggot tbh. Even if i'm iffy on her ship-bait with Hannah.

I liked how Miss Millitia recruits Vista from the Brockton Wards. I think they are great foils of each other.

Just, overall a great movie with great coreography.

But really? Nobody suspected Juntin Nazheer was just a nazi?

9/10

Underrated and Overhated in my opinion.

Yeah, it's kind of a mess with too many plotpoints. Like Jack is there and that goes nowhere, Theo has to balance his new membership to the chicago wards, dealing with his dad and the folk.

Topsy was a forgetable villain but i have high hopes for mockshow.

I liked raymancer, tecton and annex. Hope we see more of them.

Natalie portman as cuff was... a choice.

6/10

Give it a chance man.

Just give James Gunn a group of unknowns and he will give you gold.

What a good fun fucking movie, man.

The crew has such a good dynamic.

I like the implications of a larger thing with the C tattoos.

The whole asylum breakout sequence was very entretaining.

This movie was really really fun. But with a heart. And thats the best a movie can be.

I heard most people tought that Gavel was a forgetable villain (or anti hero) and that him joining forces with Burnscar made no sense. It doesn't make sense but it gives us some great sequences.

I loved the silly cameos of some of the weirder Wildbow characters like the Snail, Chubster and Trainwreck.

ALSO THE MUSIC! I boight the soundtrack as soon as it came out.

Please watch it. It's very fun.

10/10

It starts strong with the raid to the heartbroken, also helps set up Regent and Cherish. Damn those twins are creepy.

I really liked the earlier slice of life esque scenes in the rig.

The whole scene of the three blasphemies emerging and taking over the dragon's teeth to make a machine army was very very well animated.

Why is Colin Armsmaster again? I feel like we get robbed of his character developement... but the Lungbuster armor fucks so much.

Also, Flechette has a secret girlfriend she told nobody about. Lol. But i really like her new purple costume :}

I wonder what all the visions of the future mean. Will the slaughterhouse 9 kill everybody? I mean they have been teasing the shit out of them for years now.

Also we need to talk about how the studio bounces Piggot as a love interest for any other team member, like it feels so out of place man.

The final battle was neat, the fact that they finally reveal Scion as he kills the blasphemy's "BEHEMOTH" was surprising, cool, but it kind of killed al the tension lol.

How can i take anything seriously if thid golden man can appear and end the threat?

Also Regent dies i guess. We hardly knew ya.

Let's see what they will do with Cherish tho.

It's an okay movie.

6/10

And to round this phase up we have a funny heist movie, Assault.

Velocity as an older mentor figure works.

I hope his daughter becomes Battery in the sequel lol.

Assault's crew is funny.

Madcap is a boring villain but the "let's free everyone in the birdcage" was an interesting premise.

Go see it if you have the time.

7/10

[latibulater]

shore leave calls clnl gentleman, canon confirmed gay, and al calls watch and ward, for.....presumably the same reasons

"are you getting this?"

"yeah i heard it and you're both wrong. to settle a bet. yes with shore leave" like a) why do watch and ward know so much about al's crush with shore leave. b) does the whole caped gay community just have each other on speed dial? c) watch and ward are fags p.r.o.m. confirmed it d) the way "rusty venture is a STRAIGHT move" is so gay

[vampyrezz]

Honey, the Red Hood killed my boyfriend! - Jason Todd x Female OC

Chapter One: Honey, the Red Hood killed my boyfriend! Part One:

The store lights flickered again. Or maybe it was her eyes. Fuck. She was on the last hour of her shift and running on energy drinks and hope at this point. The store had been empty since two in the morning and yet she still had to stay. It was one the last 24/7 convenience stores in Gotham for a fucking reason. The only people who came out to play on a Wednesday night were lunatics and bats. The rest of the week was a whole other story, plenty of girls buying rubbers and guys buying liquor. Gotham never slept. Except apparently on Wednesdays.

Time droned on slower and slower, Jordan played with the strap of her white (slightly stained) vest top idly. All Jordan could think of was getting home, maybe Silas would be there for once and he would cuddle up in bed with her, his warm arms biting off the cold chill of the store and he’d lean down (far down, he was fucking tall, thank you very much) and whisper in her ear. Then his hands would search lower down her body, fingers stretching across thighs until they reached just the right place and he would-

A loud ringing cut her thoughts abruptly and she huffed dramatically. Squatting down to her bag she searched for her phone as the ringing droned on and on and was it getting louder? “Alright, alright, al-fucking right!” She spat in her Gotham drawl.

Triumphantly her fingers met glass and she plucked the phone with her long red acrylics to glance at the screen. The bright fluorescents above overpowered the dim light of her cracked screen but she pressed answer anyway, anything else to distract from the electric hum of the lights.

“Jordan, baby!” She rolled her eyes annoyedly, only one person called her baby and it was (unfortunately) not her fucking boyfriend. “Bill. Everything alright?” Her boss called often, telling her if her shifts had changed (rarely) and soliciting her for blowjobs (often). She groaned at the former and hung up on the latter. “Baby, you’re closin’ up early tonight, I’ve got a coupla of friends coming round, so it’s in your best interest to be outta there ASAP.”

She never inquired about his nighttime endeavours, whether for sex or something else she didn’t care, sticking your head where it didn’t belong gets it cut off in Gotham. And she’d certainly never say no to a shorter shift on a Wednesday, but even if it mean her pay getting cut slightly. “Thanks boss, will do.” She hung up abruptly, unwilling to be accosted tonight.

After locking the door, turning the lights off and shutting the window blinds (it didn’t matter Tommy would be back soon, they’d be robbed left right and centre if someone caught sight of the open empty store) she headed out into the night.

Was it risky for a twenty one year old (fairly attractive if she does say so herself) female to be walking alone at night minus male presence to ward off the other men of Gotham? Yes. Did Jordan have many very close encounters of being, A. Raped, B. Trafficked or C. Killed? Also yes. But keyword, ‘almost’.

Now Jordan wouldn’t particularly describe herself as lucky, ergo being born in a shithole in Gotham city with parents who were who the fuck knows where, but she’d survived this long, and that must mean something. And she had a hot new boyfriend who she had been going out with for a month who was (probably not) waiting at home for her.

She lit her cigarette almost spiritually, warding away the ghosts of those alley victims she passed by.

Upon reaching her building (see: dirty, dilapidated, run down, possibly a front for money laundering) she flicked the cigarette out into the street, leaving it lying, dying out on the pavement.

There was no point dawdling at the keypad, it was broken and existed solely for show, so she climbed the stairs to her apartment.

Jordan kicked the door on the left side, grabbed the handle, twisted back, forward, back, then quickly jammed and then turned the key in the door. Stupid fucking broken lock. It swung open with a deafening groan. (Sorry not sorry Ground Floor Pete)

“Silas honey? You come over tonight?” Her voice echoed.

Silence. “Fucking asshole. Wednesday night date night my ass. I knew it.”

She fumbled around blindly for the light switch, one hand trying to jimmy off her shoe at the same time as she hopped.

The light switch clicked. Nothing happened. Jordan paused mid-hop, suddenly remembering the piled electric bill warnings on the table.

“Fuck!” She stomped, shoe flying fuck knows where. “Fucking Gotham… fucking pervert boss, fucking stupid no good asshole boyfriend!”

A whimper.

Jordan froze, what the fuck.

Again, from the adjacent room, more desperate. And immediately followed after…

Thud! Like a rock on a drum.

Silas.

He must’ve gotten pissed again, fallen like a drunken bum in the street. That explains everything. Right?

“Silas?” She hollered “You okay baby?”

No response. Fear strokes itself down her neck cloying and thick, settling in the pit of her stomach. She had to go help him! But, something in her very spirit flared with warning. Don’t move. Danger.

Either one, Silas was drunk and was going to give her THE best make up head tomorrow for pulling his sorry ass up and cleaning up his puke.

Or two, there was someone or thing in this apartment. Hurt? Maybe. Hurting someone else? Gotham wasn’t first in the world for home invasions for nothing.

In both scenarios her no good boyfriend could be hurt and she wasn’t going to just stand and watch.

“Is there someone in my fucking house!?” She spat, venturing into the darkness, phone torch in one hand, shoe in the other. “I swear to god I’ll shove my heel so far up your ass you’ll be speaking Valentino for weeks!” (They weren’t actually Valentino but she’d bet that theoretical home invader wasn’t too big into shoes.)

She scanned the apartment, threadbare cushion, fuck ass lamp, suspiciously brown rug, blood stain on the couch, ugly wallpa-. Oh shit. Last time she checked no one had been bleeding out on the upholstery. “Oh my god. Fuck. Fuck.” Jordan panted, panic setting further in.

The floorboard creaks. Jordan bolts straight out the door and leaves Gotham for all of time and lives happily ever after.

Well. Not quite. See somewhere in that animalistic fight or flight fugue state of hers, Jordan does not run out the door (which admittedly would take a while to open) but straight into her bedroom. Back to the ‘safety’ of the proverbial nest. It is at this moment of flight, as she pulls herself through the door frame that Jordan trips.

The impact shatters through her face. Twice broken nose now thrice broken, she thinks distantly. She scrambles, trying to pick herself up. She lifts her head, ears ringing, only to stare straight into the eyes of her boyfriend.

Her cold, dead, bludgeoned boyfriend.

Jordan screams.

A gloved hand covers her mouth from behind, dragging her up into hard muscular arms. Then a modulated voice rumbles:

”If you know what’s good for ya. You’ll shut the fuck up.”

Jordan bites down as hard as she fucking can.

-

first post hope you likey, find this fic here on ao3 at violentnights

[alovelydayforit]

"I spent many a H-Happy Hour at the Jet Jambiya. Wonderful Ale." -Khalid to Rasaad, SoD

Jet Jambiya Tavern is located in the Taorahl drudach. That makes it a good guess to which neighborhood Khalid was stationed as an amlak in. It's even a bit of a straight shot from the Amlakkhan(2) to the Jet Jambiya(27)🤭🍻

Taorahl is described as having embassies to promote foreign alliances in commerce and politics. Not a bad beat for a Harper, I think!

Text Provided below the cut:

Taorahl Drudach

Taorahl Drudach nestles in amongst the outer walls of the sabban, comfortably wedged against Wizard Ward and the shipyard walls of Hook Ward. Taorahl Drudach is the easternmost drudach of the three, and its wide streets lead from the edge of the Ajvent Sabban (shipyards) and the docks to the walls of Tarshaj Sabban in adjoining Wizard Ward. This drudach is commonly called the Twelvetors Dru-dach, as 12 minarets dominate the skyline. Three are am-lakkhan minaret posts, six attach to rich villas, and the three remaining towers belong to temples in this neighborhood. Of all the Hook Ward drudachs, this one is the safest at night due to more guards, clean streets, and an incorruptible sultan.

The syl-pasha recently selected this drudach to become an area for embassies specifically set up to gain foreign alliances in commerce and politics. Many of the pashas both like and dislike this, for it automatically "places outsiders at an undeserved social status above so many of our own" but it also opens up new opportunities for them to do business with prospects once too far from their reach. The most strident complaints come from those who wished to claim the housing that the embassies now fill.

Tavern: The Jet Jambiya

TD27, 2-story Class C building

Eraré Sabban; Taorahl Drudach. There are two internal taprooms for use during inclement weather, but most folk referring to the Jet Jambiya are talking either of the open-air courtyard that the G-shaped building encloses or the magical blade that hovers in the air above the courtyard. The place is clean, prices are moderate to expensive (but only if nonguild affiliated drinks are ordered on the sly, and only after the staff knows you or gains at least 50 gp in bribes), and the food is good.

A meeting place from sundown to sunup, it is famous for its safety and usefulness as neutral territory for all.

Should any weapons (beyond the clubs of the staff) flash free of scabbards or sheathes, the magical jambiya that hovers 40 feet above the court's central fountain flashes toward that weapon and magically absorbs it without fail. The jambiya then just as quickly returns to its normal position. Legend has it that the jambiya has no substance and is a portable hole with some modicum of in-telligence, and it has swallowed some mighty weapons such as the Beljureled Blade of Nazir Rabir, Samark the Staff of Screams, the Four Daggers of Delvenahr, and even Giisan the White Sash of Sorcerers.

City Building: Amlakkhan Taorahl

TD2, 3-story Class C building

Eraré Sabban; Taorahl Drudach. The luzas Tasyn el Fadaffed (CE hm dual F3/M5) gained this post early this year due to political maneuvers with the Nine Pashas trading coster and the sultan's vizar. A vicious and petty man whose military career ended in an ugly tavern brawl 11 years ago, Tasyn turned to learning magic and now revels in being a bully with far more power. About a third of his men follow his example and abuse their influence and power, while the others wait. Loyal soldiers all, they look forward to the day the attention of the sultan comes to bear on the corrupt yuzas.

[kamryn1963]

Hey, hi. I just want to say I love your writting. Idk if you're busy, but I'd like to request a oneshot. Some su!c!d4l Voight after Al's dead getting a servicios dog maybe?? I understand if you can't write it, thank you.

where you're coming from

Hey! I'm sorry it took so long, I've been doing a monthly prompt challenge so I've been a bit busy, but I loved this request! This is one of my favorite requests I've been given and I was so happy when I got this (my friends can attest to that, lol). I hope you enjoy this!

Trudy walked through the bullpen towards Hank’s office. It was late at night and everyone else had already left, except for Hank that was. Trudy had been on the way out herself, when she saw Hank’s car still in the parking lot and knew she had to check on him. 

She felt like that’s all she did these days. 

Ever since Al’s death nearly two years ago. Ever since Hank tried to kill himself eight months before. 

They didn’t talk about it often, but it was one of those things that you couldn’t forget if you tried. Especially since Trudy had been the one to find him that night. Hank had said, had protested for days, that he wasn’t trying to kill himself, that if he was going to do that he would’ve just shot himself in the head. 

Part of Trudy had wanted to believe him as she knew that was true. But the other part of her saw what the doctors saw. Which was a man who had been through unimaginable loss including losing his best friend a year earlier. They saw a man who had been found in his office laying on his couch, an empty bottle of alcohol on the floor beside an empty painkiller bottle. 

It had kept Trudy awake for weeks after, still did some days. If it had truly been an accident. 

Hank never told her, of course he didn’t. She’d been playing this game with him and Al for years. Knew just how much they could tell without getting themselves thrown into the psych ward. 

So when Hank had been discharged three days later after a psych consult, Trudy vowed to keep a better eye on him. She’d already lost one of her brothers and she’d be damned if she buried both. 

“Hank?” Trudy asked, opening the office door. Hank looked up from where he’d been hunched over his desk working on paperwork. 

“Hey, Dee,” Hank replied, sitting up and setting his pen down. 

“You’ve been staying late every day this week. You should go home, get some rest,” Trudy suggested, sitting down on the chair across from Hank’s desk. 

“I’m fine.”

Trudy rolled her eyes, leaning back in the chair. That’s the same response she got every time she asked, the same response she’d been getting for years. Even with thirty years of friendship, Hank still gave her the same old bullshit like she didn’t know better. 

“Have you thought about what we talked about in the hospital?” Trudy asked suddenly, that conversation coming to mind again. 

“About the service dog?” 

“Yeah.” 

Hank sighed. He had. He’d thought about it more than he wanted to admit. Trudy had brought that up after the psych consult, right before his discharge. Hank knew Trudy had spent most of the night doing research when she suggested him getting a service dog for the first time. 

“Hank,” Trudy said when she didn’t get an answer, her expression softening. 

“I don’t need a service dog. I can do my job just fine, Trudy.” 

“Nobody’s saying you can’t. I’m saying that you can’t keep pretending everything is fine, that you're fine. I’m saying that what happened eight months ago, can’t happen again, Hank. I can’t do this with you over and over.” 

Hank looked away, clenching his fists. Trudy had a point, he knew she did. But admitting it was something Hank didn’t do. He just pushed through, woke up everyday and kept going even if it killed him in the process. 

Death seemed like a mercy at this point. 

“It would be a psychiatric service dog, a PSD, that you would qualify for. You already have an official diagnosis of PTSD, so you’d definitely get a dog,” Trudy stated, taking Hank’s silence as an invitation to continue. 

Hank gave a wry smile. “I only have a diagnosis because Camille made me get diagnosed.” 

“She was a smart woman.” 

“Yeah. She was,” Hank agreed. 

“She’d want you to get the help you need, you know she would. And if that’s a service dog, then what are you so against it? Nobody’s going to take your job away from you, I just want you to get help, Hank. Somebody to help you when I can’t be there.” 

And maybe it was that. The mix of knowing his wife would want him to get help, and knowing how much this was affecting his sister too. Hank knew as soon as Trudy found him that night, that this had become her fight too. 

“I’ll think about it,” Hank finally said, making eye contact with Trudy again. 

Trudy nodded, letting out a sigh of relief as she stood up, heading to the door. “I’m glad. I think it could really help you.” 

Trudy smiled, turning to leave. She got half way through the bullpen, before Hank’s voice stopped him. She turned around, raising an eyebrow. 

“Dee?”

“Yeah?”

“Thank you.” 

“Of course,” Trudy replied, hesitating for a moment before leaving. As her footsteps faded away, Hank sighed, feeling ten years older. 

He opened a new tab on his computer, paperwork fully forgotten. He had some research to do. 

—

The weeks came and went after their conversation. Trudy still kept a close eye on Hank like she’d already been doing, Hank never saying anything about it. 

The nights become longer for Hank. Most nights ended with him in his living room, a glass of alcohol in his hand and pictures and memories surrounding him at every turn. He started leaving his gun locked in his desk more often than not, unable to trust himself with it. 

He didn’t tell Trudy this, but he still kept doing it. The only thing that kept him here anymore was the memory of waking up in the hospital nearly a year ago, Trudy near him, her eyes red and hands shaking. It was the fear in her eyes, the relief when he opened his eyes that was the only thing that kept Hank from eating his gun. 

He couldn’t do that to her. 

And during those long nights, Hank had started thinking about the service dog thing more and more. He’d done in depth researched on the whole process, the cost, everything he could. He and Trudy hadn’t talked about it since that night in his office, but Hank had soon made his decision. 

He started the process before he told Trudy. He had decided to go the route of getting a partially trained dog then finishing the training himself. That seemed like the quickest way and made sure he could train the dog to be more attuned with his needs. 

It only took six months to get the dog. 

Loki was a Boxer who was a year old when Hank got him. Hank had taken the day off, leaving Jay in charge of Intelligence for the day. He didn’t give an explanation and nobody asked. Honestly they were just glad Hank was taking a break. Even if that was only for a day. 

When they got to Hank’s place he took Loki inside, leading the dog to the living room. “Alright Loki. This is your new home.” 

Loki stared at him, starting to walk around the place when Hank said that. Hank let him, taking a quick picture of Loki before sitting down on his couch. He sent the photo to Trudy, smirking slightly as he sent it and a message right away. 

This is Loki. He’s my psychiatric service dog. I guess you were right about something, Dee

Hank chuckled when his phone rang two minutes later. 

[sevasey51]

After a long week and long shifts Connor walks up to the maternity ward at the end of shift to get his wife. Everyone is tired and unhinged. He walks up mid conversation discussing crazy patients and cases, patient family drama and gossip that week on the unit. Connor finds it absolutely funny that people are playing on a MASSIVE yoga ball that got ordered by mistake. Low key he likes getting caught up on the drama on her unit.

Catch-Up & Chaos

Summary: It’s Friday night, and Connor finally makes his way up to the maternity ward after a brutal week in the ED and OR. He expects tired nurses and soft goodbyes—not the complete unraveling of the unit. He walks in to find his wife and her coworkers cracking up over wild patients, bouncing on an enormous yoga ball someone ordered by mistake, and loudly gossiping about the drama of the week. Connor meant to quietly pick her up… but now he’s standing at the nurses station, sipping bad coffee, and very invested in a story about a mother-in-law who tried to name her grandchild “Princess Wifi.” Low-key? He lives for this.

The maternity floor smelled like lavender wipes, bad coffee, and exhaustion.

Connor stepped off the elevator just past 7:20 p.m., still in his scrubs but with his jacket slung over one shoulder. His shift had ended late, again, but he’d texted ahead: On my way up. Don’t leave without me.

She hadn’t answered, which told him one of two things:

1. She was still wrapping up charting.

2. The unit had finally gone feral.

By the time he rounded the corner toward the nurses station, it was very clear which option it was.

“—and then she said, ‘That’s not the baby’s name, that’s the working title.’”

A snort of laughter followed. Someone was actively bouncing on a comically oversized yoga ball that squeaked every time they hit the floor.

Connor paused.

The lounge door was wide open. Four nurses were crowded around a giant snack bowl. Someone was eating peanut butter off a tongue depressor. A playlist was going in the background—soft enough not to disturb patients, but loud enough to hear Taylor Swift’s bridge from “The Man.”

His wife was there, perched on the arm of a chair, sipping flat ginger ale with her scrubs half-untucked and her hair falling loose around her face. She was flushed and tired and absolutely glowing from laughing too hard.

She hadn’t seen him yet.

And honestly? He wasn’t about to interrupt.

Not when Nurse Bri was loudly whispering, “And then the mother-in-law tried to sneak into the OR with her iPad to livestream the birth to Facebook. Livestream it, you guys.”

“Shut up,” someone gasped. “That was this week?!”

“Oh yeah,” Y/N chimed in, grinning. “Monday night. I was holding a retractor while arguing with someone on Bluetooth about HIPAA.”

Connor leaned casually against the wall, hiding his grin.

One of the nurses caught sight of him first.

“Oh my God,” she said, laughing. “Doctor Rhodes. Please tell me you’ve come to save your wife.”

Y/N turned, startled—then smiled when she saw him.

He stepped forward, looping an arm around her waist.

“Is this what happens when things finally quiet down?”

“We’ve been trapped in the trauma of maternity all week,” she said dramatically. “Let us live.”

“By bouncing on a surgical-grade yoga ball?”

“It was a supply error! It’s fifty-six inches. We named her Bertha.”

The ball let out another rubbery squeak as one of the night nurses rolled past on it like a cartoon character.

Connor chuckled. “This is incredible.”

“We had three back-to-back C-sections Tuesday, a patient who claimed she could feel contractions through astrology, and someone tried to bring a duck into triage.”

He blinked. “A real duck?”

“I have video.”

He put a hand over his heart. “Marry me again.”

She laughed, leaning into him as her coworkers hooted and groaned around them.

They stayed another fifteen minutes—Connor perched on the edge of the nurses station, sipping someone’s half-drunk coffee, while they all took turns updating him on the latest unit chaos.

He didn’t say much.

Just listened.

Grinned.

And kept his hand on the small of her back the entire time.

She finally pulled him toward the elevator with a sleepy smile and a wave to the team.

“They’re unhinged,” she said fondly.

“I love it,” he said.

“You love me.”

“Same thing.”

Because for all the trauma cases and sterile ORs—

This was the part of her life he’d never get tired of.

The chaos. The laughter. The exhausted women bouncing on yoga balls.

And the fact that, no matter how wild it got—

He got to take her home at the end of it.

[shewhoworshipscarlin]

Fredi Washington

Fredericka Carolyn "Fredi" Washington (December 23, 1903 – June 28, 1994) was an American stage and film actress, civil rights activist, performer, and writer. Washington was of African American descent. She was one of the first Black Americans to gain recognition for film and stage work in the 1920s and 1930s. Washington was active in the Harlem Renaissance, her best known role being Peola in the 1934 film version of Imitation of Life, where she plays a young light-skinned Black woman who decides to pass as white. Her last film role was in One Mile from Heaven (1937), after which she left Hollywood and returned to New York to work in theatre and civil rights activism.

Fredi Washington was born in 1903 in Savannah, Georgia, to Robert T. Washington, a postal worker, and Harriet "Hattie" Walker Ward, a dancer. Both were of African American and European ancestry. Washington was the second of their five children. Her mother died when Fredi was 11 years old. As the oldest girl in her family, she helped raise her younger siblings, Isabel, Rosebud, and Robert, with the help of their grandmother. After their mother's death, Fredi and her sister Isabel were sent to the St. Elizabeth's Convent School for Colored Girls in Cornwells Heights, near Philadelphia, Pennsylvania.

While still in school in Philadelphia, Washington's family moved north to Harlem, New York. Washington graduated from Julia Richman High School in New York City.

Washington's entertainment career began in 1921 as a chorus girl in the Broadway musical Shuffle Along. She was hired by dancer Josephine Baker as a member of the "Happy Honeysuckles," a cabaret group. Baker became a friend and mentor to her. Washington's collaboration with Baker led to her being discovered by producer Lee Shubert. In 1926, she was recommended for a co-starring role on the Broadway stage with Paul Robeson in the play Black Boy. She quickly became a popular, featured dancer, and toured internationally with her dancing partner, Al Moiret.

Washington turned to acting in the late 1920s. Her first movie role was in Black and Tan (1929), in which she played a Cotton Club dancer who was dying. She acted in a small role in The Emperor Jones (1933) starring Robeson. In 1933, Washington married Lawrence Brown, the trombonist in Duke Ellington's jazz orchestra. That marriage ended in divorce. Washington also played Cab Calloway's love interest in the musical short Cab Calloway's Hi-De-Ho (1934).

Her best-known role was in the 1934 movie Imitation of Life. Washington played a young light-skinned Black woman who chose to pass as white to seek more opportunities in a society restricted by legal and social racial segregation. As Washington had visible European ancestry, the role was considered perfect for her, but it led to her being typecast by filmmakers. Moviegoers sometimes assumed from Washington's appearance—her blue-gray eyes, pale complexion, and light brown hair—that she might have passed in real life. In 1934, she said the role did not reflect her off-screen life, but "If I made Peola seem real enough to merit such statements, I consider such statements compliments and makes me feel I've done my job fairly well." She told reporters in 1949 that she identified as Black "...because I'm honest, firstly, and secondly, you don't have to be white to be good. I've spent most of my life trying to prove to those who think otherwise ... I am a Negro and I am proud of it."[7] Imitation of Life was nominated for an Academy Award for Best Picture, but it did not win. Years later, in 2007, Time magazine ranked it as among "The 25 Most Important Films on Race."

Washington's experiences in the film industry and theater led her to become a civil rights activist. In an effort to help other Black actors and actresses find more opportunities, in 1937 Washington co-founded the Negro Actors Guild of America, with Noble Sissle, W. C. Handy, Paul Robeson, and Ethel Waters. The organization's mission included speaking out against stereotyping and advocating for a wider range of roles. Washington served as the organization's first executive secretary. She was also heavily involved with the National Association for the Advancement of Colored People, widely known as the NAACP. While working with the NAACP, Fredi fought for more representation and better treatment of Black actors in Hollywood because she was one of the few Black actors in Hollywood who had some influence with white studio executives. Aside from working with those organizations to fight for the rights of Black actors, Washington also advocated for the federal protection of Black Americans and was a lobbyist for the Dyer Anti-Lynching Bill, which the NAACP supported.

Despite receiving critical acclaim, she was unable to find much work in the Hollywood of the 1930s and 1940s; Black actresses were expected to have dark skin, and were usually typecast as maids. Directors were concerned about casting a light-skinned Black actress in a romantic role with a white leading man; the film production code prohibited suggestions of miscegenation. Hollywood directors did not offer her any romantic roles. As one modern critic explained, Fredi Washington was "...too beautiful and not dark enough to play maids, but rather too light to act in all-Black movies..."

Washington was a theater writer, and the entertainment editor for The People's Voice (1942–1948), a newspaper for African Americans founded by Adam Clayton Powell Jr., a Baptist minister and politician in New York City who was married to her sister Isabel Washington Powell. She was outspoken about racism faced by African Americans and worked closely with Walter White, then president of the NAACP, to address pressing issues facing Black people in America.

In 1952, Washington married a Stamford dentist, Hugh Anthony Bell, and moved to Greenwich, Connecticut.

Fredi Washington Bell died, aged 90, on June 28, 1994. She died from pneumonia following a series of strokes at St. Joseph Medical Center in Stamford, Connecticut.

[ysengrm]

A little tribute to the influence of Reynard the Fox and associated stories through culture in the last millennium, from medieval vellum to home television. An overview of around 877 years of cultural presence; here's to many more.

Fox preaching to chickens and a goose; from: Book of Hours, Maastricht, 1st quarter of 14th century

Renart the fox, drawn by Ernest Henri Griset (Q21458528), from a children's book published in 1869. (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Reynard-the-fox.jpg)

Scene of Reynard the Fox facing execution, by German illustrator Heinrich Kley, c. 1920s (https://andreasdeja.blogspot.com/2014/04/heinrich-kleys-reynard-fox.html)

Scene from "King Lion and Reynard the Fox" (Joseph Jacinto, 1920) (https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?title=File%3AKing_Lion_and_Reynard_the_Fox_(IA_kinglionreynardf00forr).pdf&page=35)

Keith Ward, "The Scandalous Adventures of Reynard the Fox" (1945)

Reynard the Fox: Hunting Kyward (Jacobs Joseph (London, England: Macmillan and Co., 1895)) (https://etc.usf.edu/clipart/72400/72427/72427_rey_kyward.htm)

Wilhelm von Kaulbach's Reineke als Sieger (Reynard the Winner) (1846) (https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Reineke.Kaulbach.jpg)

Le Roman de Renard (1937) https://archive.org/details/LeRomanDeRenard_1930)

Sketches from Disney's scrapped Reynard adaptation (https://cartoonresearch.com/index.php/disneys-reynard-the-fox-part-one/)

Reynard the Fox 狐狸列那, Reineke Fuchs (https://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/WesternAnimation/ReynardTheFox)

Moi Renart (Bruno-René Huchez, 1986)

Le Corbeau et le Renard, 1980s (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ExE_iI3v0wc)

I tried making an equivalent collage for Isengrim using the same sources, but most illustrations are just him getting the shit beat out of him lmfao poor guy

[todaysdocument]

Copy of affidavit of W.R. Rutland filed in case of United States v. Columbus C. Nash, etal

Record Group 21: Records of District Courts of the United StatesSeries: Case FilesFile Unit: 12: United States v. Columbus Nash, et. al.

State of Louisiana vs ..li H. Flowers et al Affidavit of W. R. Rutland Copy Copy State of Louisiana Parish of Grant Personally appeared before me the undersigned authority, W. R. Rutland, who after being by me duly sworn, deposes and says That on Tueday 1st day of April he was violently and forcibly driven from his house in Colfax of this Parish and that he barely escaped with his life by flight in the woods. He further deposes and says, After he was driven from his house and in the night time of said day, one Eli H. Flowers together with Ethan Ellsey, James Williams, Lit Sadler, Lewis Michen, Edmond Ware, Baptiste Ellsey, William Ward, Reason Michen, aided and assisted by R. C. Register, Green D. Branbly, Thomas Railey, W. L. Calhoun, Kinared Harvey and numerous other persons not now known to affiant, forcibly broke open and entered his house and carried away therefrom, household furniture, clothes, provisions, bed and bedclothes, one piano, one guitar, one sewing machine, money and valuable papers and books to the value of Two Thousand Five Hundred Dollars, and converted the same to their own use contrary to law and the Peace and dignity of the State. Wherefore he prays for a Warrant for issue commanding the Sheriff or Constable or any of their lawful deputies to apprehend the said persons and cause them to appear before the Hon'l Daniel Kelly Parish Judge for the Parish of Winn, there to be dealt with as Law and Justice may require because the Civil Authority in this Parish is not able to enforce the Laws by reason of violence and lawlessness. Signed W. R. Rutland Sworn and Subscribed Before me on this 4th day of April A.D. 1873 Signed A. V. Ragan Justice of the Peace Parish of Grant State of Louisiana Parish of Grant I, David Hardy, a Notary Public in and for the Parish and State above written duly Commissioned and Sworn, do Certify that the above and foregoing is a true Copy of the Affidavit of W. R. Rutland, and signed and written by him, before A. V. Ragan, Known by me to be an acting Justice of the Peace in and for the Parish of Grant, duly Commissioned and entitled to be respected as such. In witness whereof I have signed this officially and affixed the stamp of my Seal, on the 14th Day of February A. D. 1874 David Hardy Notary Public [seal]

[xkxdx]

Fish Brain?

So, I've been doin a lot of research lately Remember how that lady said that Autism went all the way back to ancient fish brain genetics? Heres that short video Autistic Traits as Edge and Lead Roles in Schooling Fish Behavior

Core Idea: Autistic neurodivergence parallels behavioral roles observed in same-species schooling fish, especially those who consistently occupy the front or edges of the school. These roles have biological, ecological, and neurodevelopmental significance.

I. Foundations in Animal Behavior Science

A. Behavioral Polymorphism

Definition: Within a species, consistent individual differences in behavior across time and context (e.g., boldness vs. shyness).

Sources: Sih et al. 2004, Jolles et al. 2017

B. Positioning in Schools of Fish

Fish in the front/edge detect threats first, take risks, initiate direction changes.

Fish in the center/core follow cues, maintain cohesion.

Roles are not fixed but show patterns based on individual traits.

Sources: Ward et al. 2008; Couzin et al. 2005

C. Sensory & Neurochemical Differences

Edge/lead fish show increased vigilance, quicker response, stronger reaction to external stimuli.

These traits relate to dopaminergic, serotonergic, and noradrenergic systems.

Sources: Budaev & Zhuikov 1998; Huntingford 2004

II. Neuroscience and Autism Linkage

A. Triune Brain Model (MacLean, 1990)

Ancient three-part brain structure: Reptilian (hindbrain), Paleomammalian (limbic), Neomammalian (neocortex).

Autistic perception may draw more on sensory-motor and limbic integration than social-emotive neocortical dominance.

B. Autistic Sensory and Processing Traits

Heightened pattern recognition and peripheral detection

Enhanced local vs. global processing (Happé & Frith, 2006)

Strong predictive modeling and resistance to social override

Sources: Mottron et al. 2006; Baron-Cohen 2008; Geschwind 2009

III. Functional Symbiosis Model (Autistic + Allistic)

A. Mutual Roles in Human Social Groups

Autistic roles = Initiators, analysts, edge-watchers, pattern recognizers

Allistic roles = Synchronizers, group cohesion, social signal reinforcement

Diversity of cognitive types enhances group adaptability and survival

Comparable to polymorphic strategies in fish, ants, and birds.

B. Challenging the Deficit Model

Autistic traits = Evolutionarily conserved roles, not dysfunction

Position at edge = High information intake, not social failure

Behavioral divergence = Adaptive variation

IV. Implications for Understanding Neurodivergence

Autistic traits fit ecological and evolutionary roles seen in same-species systems

Schooling fish provide a non-stigmatizing, biological analog

Neurodivergent people may fulfill edge-of-group functions critical to collective intelligence and survival

Suggested Visual: Diagram with:

Fish school shape with labeled zones (core, edge, front)

Behavioral and neurological traits mapped to position

Parallel human group with autistic/allistic functions labeled

Conclusion: This model reframes autism not as a disorder, but as a legacy of functional diversity in vertebrate behavioral systems. Drawing on real neuroscience and ethology, it proposes that autistic people often fulfill ancient, biologically valid roles that are undervalued in socially conformist contexts.

[ollie-in-orbit]

https://www.tumblr.com/moons-of-milo/784010840264294400/yall-wanna-hear-about-the-fucken-uhh-into-the <- IM ONE HOUR LATE BUT YES

HELL YEA OK !!!! TW for like bullying and mentions of suicide bee tee double you !!! more under cut yay

Mylo C. (UTMV s/i) is the main one !! he dates Night ofc (though sometimes I will just draw errormare bc I kin error!!). "MyloMare"

He lives in night's castle and hangs out with the 'bad sanses' and is a very silly werewolf werecat thing.

he has the most lore (which I may write and post eventually) but basically if we reeally dumb it down: NM is drawn to Mylo's AU "Undersky" due to the negativity -> he reminds NM of his younger self -> Mylo's bullies try to drown him -> NM takes Mylo in -> yaoi -> Mylo learns that NM is low-key a terrorist after getting kidnapped by the star sanses & they have a whole angst arc -> The bad sanses and dream truce -> MORE YAOI :)

Mylo "Warden" C. (Creepypasta s/i) is slenderman's adoptive son and lateeeerr Jack's bf "KidneyKeeper" is their ship name lol

He's the most simular to me in physical appearance since he's meant to be an older version of an alternate universe me.

Basically he lives basically the same life as me (but is being stalked by Slenderman) -> but at 14/15 he tries to commit a double suicide with an AU version of my current bf -> bf succeeds but Mylo fails & ends up spending a month in the psych ward -> The literal second he gets out he buys an axe, makes a mask, and kills his whole family in the middle of the night. He becomes the "warden" of the creepypasta manor and makes sure that nobody gets in or out who shouldn't !! he meets jack and they start dating after Mylo gets hurt and has to spend a while under jack's supervision bc I'm a stubborn mf

Mylo Vermin (Helluvaverse s/i) is either Vox's bf or Alastor's weird pet freak depending on the route. Their ship names r "StaticRat" & "RadioRat" respectively

He's a rat demon who died and went to hell for making viruses that cost several companies billions of dollars in damages & committing hella fraud !!! He was also probably low-key a scammer.

The minute he gets to hell he creates a computer virus that costs voxtek MILLIONS IN DAMAGES ^__^. Depending on which AU this is he's either is snagged by Al to prevent Vox from getting his hands on the rat boi's computer skills, OR Vox takes him and forces him to use these computer skills on his behalf. Either way, shenanigans ensue.

Mylo "Doc" C. (Pokemon s/I) Is GUZMA'S BF !!! their ship name is "Phasmid" or "Exoskeleton" bc they specialize in ghost and bug types respectively

I lied he's actually probably the one who looks most like me considering that he is literally just an older me. He's also 1/2 zoroark. His Pokemon team consists of Decidueye , Ditto , Gengar , mimikyu , and 2 twin lycanrocs if u were wondering :3 also bonus trevenant but his typing is redundant and I considered giving him a pallosand but again redundant-

Basically !!! He's from Unova but gets yoinked by CPS because he's basically an orphan -> gets adopted by a lady in Alola where he meets Guzma when they're both like 12 -> gets taken by CPS AGAIN bc the lady low-key sucks so he has to go back to Unova -> then moves BACK TO ALOLA to study and become a pokemon biologist where he and guzma reunite awww

Mylo C. (FNAF s/i) He dates Sundrop and Moondrop ! their ship name is "Skyzone"

He's again basically just an older version of an AU me-

AuDHD dysfunctional rat of a college student somehow lands a job w/ fazbear entertainment !!! He's basically their "handler" and does nightly repairs on the boyz !! when the pizzaplex burns down he lowkey steals them and they live 2gether yayyy

[kwebtv]

Series Premiere

12 O'Clock High - Golden Boy Had Nine Black Sheep - ABC - September 18, 1964

War Drama

Running time: 60 minutes

Written by Al C Ward

Produced by Frank Glicksman

Directed by Don Medford

Stars:

Robert Lansing as Brigadier General Frank Savage

John Larkin as Major General Wiley Crowe

Frank Overton as Major Harvey Stovall

Paul Burke as Captain Joseph Gallagher

Joby Baker as Lt. Blake

Bruce Dern as Lt. Michaels

Paul Comi as Lt. Kelly

Burt Douglas as Lt. Crandall

Lew Gallo as Major Joe Cobb

[eredithdriscol]

Round 3 of rares! These ones follow the Dark Matter Trilogy, of course.

I'm not sure gifts are the best way to do Helping Others, but it fits very well with the theme of that card, and was one of my favourite aspects of Dreamland 3. Also, I couldn't find a piece that felt great as a Saga, so drew my own!

Between the spellbook of Adeleine's paintings and the gems of each colour created by Miracle Matter, this ended up with a lot of tokens! Of course, if these were actually in packs I don't think I'd expect the six tokens on the right of each of those images to be in regular boosters (the spellbook itself has the information, and there is the "generic" gem for Miracle Matter).

Transcriptions:

Gooey, Googly-Eyed Wonder {2}{C} Legendary Creature - Orb Child [rare] Whenever Gooey attacks, defending player reveals the top card of their library. If the mana value of the revealed card is even, Gooey gains flying until end of turn. Otherwise, Gooey deals 2 damage to any target. Then that player exiles the revealed card. Dream Friend 2/3

Rick, Kine, and Coo {2}{G}{U} Legendary Creature - Hamster Fish Bird [rare] Flying, trample Ice Kine — {2}{U}, {T}: Put a shield counter on Rick, Kine, and Coo. Activate only as a sorcery, and only if there are no counters on it. Dream Friend 4/3

Adeleine and Ribbon {2}{R} Legendary Creature - Human Faerie Flying Painter — {T}: Draft a copy of a card from Adeleine and Ribbon’s spellbook. You may cast the copy. If it’s a permanent spell it gains haste and “At the beginning of your end step, sacrifice this permanent.” 1/1 [alchemy security stamp]

Adeleine and Ribbon's Spellbook: Batamon (1/1 colorless Alien creature with mana cost {1} and "This creature attacks this turn if able) Ghost Knight (2/1 red Spirit Knight creature with mana cost {1}{R} and first strike) Octagon (2/2 red Octopus creature with mana cost {2}{R} and "Whenever you cast an instant or sorcery spell, this creature gets +3/+0 until end of turn.") Ice Dragon, Painterly (2/2 blue Dragon creature with mana cost {3}{U}, ward {2}, and "When this creature enters, tap target creature.") Kracko, Painterly (3/2 red Elemental creature with mana cost {2}{R}{R}, flying, and "{R}, {T}: This creature deals 2 damage to any target.) Al Fresco (white Sorcery with mana value {2}{W}{W}, "Put a +1/+1 counter on each of up to two target creatures" and "Create a Food token.")

Helping Others {G}{W} Enchantment - Saga [rare] [I]: Gift a Plant If the gift was promised, Create two 0/1 green Plant creature tokens. [II]: Gift strength If the gift was promised, put three +1/+1 counters on target creature you control. [III]: Gift wings If the gift was promised, but a flying counter and a vigilance counter on target creature you control.

The Crystal Shards {2} Legendary Artifact [rare] Creatures your opponents control can be the targets of spells and abilities as though they didn’t have hexproof. Ward abilities of those creatures don’t trigger. 6: If you both own and control this artifact and a battle named Versus Miracle Matter, exile them, then meld them into Versus Zero Two. Activate only as a sorcery.

Versus Miracle Matter {3}{C} Battle - Attack [mythic] At the beginning of your end step, choose a color at random. This battle loses all protection then gains protection from each color except the chosen one. You lose 1 life and create a colorless artifact token named Gem with “{T}, Sacrifice this artifact: Add one mana of the chosen color.” When this battle is defeated, create a 1/2 blue Faerie Noble creature token with “{T}, Sacrifice this creature: Return an Attack battle card from your graveyard to your hand.” 5

Versus Zero Two [melded] Legendary Battle - Attack When Versus Zero Two enters, exile target nonland permanent. At the beginning of each player’s end step, that player exiles a nonland permanent they control. When Versus Zero Two is defeated, exile it, then you may cast its Victory without paying its mana cost. 6 Saviors of Ripple Star [victory] Sorcery - Victory Creatures you control become renowned. Create four colorless Equipment artifact tokens named Medal with "If equipped creature is renowned, it gets +4/+4. Otherwise it gets +1/+1" and equip {1}.