#ant and martin are fine

[rb9]

personally i think jb and nico should be at every race. i only ever want to hear what they have to say

[waylay-managment-2]

HELLO EVERYONE WELCOME BACK TO ROUND TWO!!!

As you might have noticed, Tumblr has nuked my first blog, and hates my guts; but we persevere! Step one to winning a war is to keep going when you lose the battles!

Feel free to start your stories at any point: I know switching to a new blog midway through a conversation could be jarring!

Rules

No sexual content

Add trigger warnings to posts that need them (with suicide, gore, ED’s, etc)

Flirting is okay, just don’t take it to far (yes Prince, you’re okay)

don’t start rp with other people unless they seem fine with it! I know it can be hard to tell with anon but try not to interrupt like, the introduction.

you don’t need to have a character to interact, but I would recommend it if you want to make a story. I totally understand the appeal of random shitposts with no cohesion and you can be the anon that makes them

OC’s are loved

Other fandoms are welcome

Fanart is appreciated!!!! I love it!!!!!

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characters

played by me

Lilith 🦉

Casper 🔖 (waiter)

Daisy ⚕️(doctor)

Oliver 🍹 (bartender)

Penelope 🥘 (chef)

Libby 📖 (librarian)

normal patrons

Cowboy (Jackson) 🤠

Francis

Abbey

DG

Mira

Iris 🎨

Stella 🌠

Orion 🦜

Bill rose 🌹

Abbigail Prinn 👁️‍🗨️

Twelve-eyed shadow monster 👀

Anthony 🎷

Faroe and Jane 🛁

Orchestra!Arthur and John 🎼

Elle ☄️

A ✨

Caleb Whitely 👑

Trademark ™️

Clarence 🪲

Mr. Campbell 🩶

Darkthur (my beloved) 🔪

Faroe and Jane 🛁

Gin 🎭

Knave 🃏

Stolin ⌚️

Daisy Lilith 🪶

Daisy Kayne 🌼

Space blob 💫

Ant and cricket 🐜 & 🦗

Cube Salesman 🧊

Mander 📼

Lux 🍂

Sage Black “spots” 🐆

Ophelia 🍄‍🟫

Najma Harb 🪻

[NO NAME YET] 🧸

[NO NAME YET] 🌲

Mason and Mischief 🌲 &⚕️

[NO NAME YET] ⛈️ 🐉

[NO NAME YET] 🎷 🐀

[NO NAME YET] 🪴

[NO NAME YET] 🔆

Evelyn 🏔️

Little lamb and whisper

Wanda ⏱️

[NO NAME YET] 🐦

Seven 🪙 🐍

Tallin 🐺 🩸

Rory ⚙️

Candy 🍭

Penelope 🎀

Edward ♟️

Scratch 🦇

Odette Flume 🍵

Idris ⚠️

Esther 🖍️

Seth 🚪

The Progeny 🐍

Rowan Linh 🐈‍⬛

William/Vanity🪽

Caspian and Kit 👁️ & ☀️

Rita Velásquez 🍸

Blank and Beau 📺 🦎

more I missed???? Sorry I love you all but there’s so many of you

Nightvale patrons

Cecil 💜

Magnus Patrons

Jon 👁️

Tim 💥

Sasha 🎞️

Martin ☁️

Jonah 🧿

Peter 🌫️

Will 💭

Liam 🪾

Randal 🧃

Micheal distortion 🌀

Gerry 🗝️

Agnus 🔥

Jack ❤️‍🔥

Alma Swallow 🪏

Harper Halloway 🥩

more??????

Genshin 1920’s AU (just… don’t ask…)

Diluc 🦅

In stars and time

Loop 🎻

Camp Here and There

Tony/Tony 🍝

Jedidiah 🕰️

Penumbra Podcast

Slip Jackson 💊 ⚙️

Sarah Wire “Director W” 🕶️

Homestuck… for some reason… because I’ve lost control

Caliborn ⛎

Station 404

Troy 🔨

Em 📻

The Mechanisms

Toy Soldier 🚂

Pony D’Ville @pony-dville

Fnaf I guess?????

[NO NAME YET] 👾

Patrons that have moved on to the dark world

Yves Linmann 🍺 (not on this blog, but he still needs recognition)

[martins-taperecorder]

Martin sighs as he clicks one of the tape recorders on the desk, beginning recording. He was specifically told not to answer any statements by the initials " A.H " and that Jon himself would handle it , but once he read the statement.. he knew Jon wouldn't want to deal with it.

Statement of.. A.H , regarding a book and bugs? God.. this statement was mailed to me with a jar that had a pray mantis inside of it so.. it's still alive.. and what seems to be a picture of the book.. caution warning for bugs mentioned and also talk about bugs , mentions of fire and spiders.

He sighed before grabbing the paper , mentally preparing himself.

Hello there , I hope this was mailed to the correct place.. see , I forgot to add onto my statement that I gave to your head archivist but I didn't want to bother with him. So I thought , why not send it to you ! Your close to Jon ! Right ?

Now , to the actual statement. This was around when I was 6 I think and I was at some kids birthday party , he was gifted a book and he apparently didn't want it.. don't know why. Well , now I do. But onto that later. Because he was my friend he asked me if I wanted it , and knowing that I like reading I said yes ! I was thinking , woo yeah , free book !

The book was purple and had a fancy font on the cover , I couldn't read what the author's name was but I remember that the title was in Latin I think.. I don't remember how it was spelled but I distinctly remember that my mother said it meant 'the bugs will burn' , or at least something about bugs and something about burning. I don't remember a lot of my childhood.. so I apologize if this is not a lot to go off..

The book was entirely written in Latin , so I couldn't read it myself cause I don't know Latin.. I tried learning at some point , but i didn't learn much. Every other page there was a dead bug either drawn or just the dead bug itself inside the book. Nats , flies , small tiny worms that looked kind of silver? ants , I think there was maggots or bees in there.. it didn't bother me for some reason , I kept reading , my mother tried to throw away the book at some point but I dug it out the trash.

For the next few months , things were fine , I hid the book and never told my parents. And then a huge amount of flies appeared in our house overnight one day.. we killed most of them but the poor walls , most of them had stains of the flies remains. A week later , swarm of bees in the house somehow overnight again. We managed to kill them all with a spray but now all you could see on the floor was the bees wings engraved into the floor for some reason , we didn't know why or how.

One time when it was trash night , I was taking the trash out to the bins so it can be taken out in the morning. One of the trash bins was knocked over so , being the nice smart child I was I tried lifing it back up correctly. A bunch of maggots crawled around in the bin , and a bunch also spilled out onto the ground.. but the stranger thing was that the bin was empty. I swore the bin was full yesterday ! But no , it was empty !

For the next few years it was the same thing. Random appearance of bed bugs , random appearance of beetles , random ladybugs , cockroaches , pretty much any bug that you can think infest your house , did. We even called exterminators once and we thought it would stop after that , but there was a bunch of spiders around the kitchen the next day !

It wasn't until I was 16 that I decided finally I was gonna get rid of the book , but as I went to go look for it I found.. a pray mantis , just standing where my book had been. The same one you have in your jar over there. I thought okay , maybe I misplaced it. I didn't want to bother with the mantis so I tried looking for it in any place else I would put it , but I never did. I found it only a few weeks later inside the trash bin that had the maggots all over it.. but they weren't crawling on it ? Like , they avoided it ? Almost crawling away from it.

I accidentally tipped the bin over while trying to reach for the book , being a little to short and knocked it over. As soon as the maggots even touched me , they shriveled up and dried up like they had just touched boiling hot water. I was so confused. I swiped my hand around the bin , all of them that even got close to me shriveled up into little balls , dried up and crumbled like they had been burnt. I swear at some point part of the bin was melting but I thought I was just tired. I immediately grabbed the book , the cover felt.. hot , like it had been cooked or left out in the sun hot.. and what did I think was the best option ? Burn it of course. I threw it into our fireplace , and it reeked of all those dead bugs from all of those years. The bees. The maggots. The worms. The chemicals used trying to kill them , it absolutely reeked.

This was around the time I sent that statement to your head archivist as well , I didn't have the greatest mental health I'll admit.. I still don't , but for some reason after i burnt that book , everything went downhill somehow. I got expelled from my highschool , I lost all my friends , my house burnt down , the only thing I had out of everything was that stupid fucking pray mantis. I swore it did this , but , it was the only thing I had at that point , so I pretended to act like I ran away from home , stayed with my grandma instead , I think her name started with a G ? I can't remember now , she's long dead.

..i gave the mantis to you , because I wanted to let go of something that was part of my past. Especially after.. everything. Feel free to do whatever you want with her now , give her to Jon even if you think he'll like her ! I would personally suggest kill her , but that's your choice now. Oh yeah , additional note for you especially , Mr. Blackwood. Can you check on my grandmas archives for me ? We weren't very close.

Martin stared at the paper and the jar blankly , trying to comprehend what he just read. He inhaled shakenly and calmly got up to put the mantis in the empty cabinet , his eyes wide as he still tried to make words actually form from his mouth.

I.. uhm.. st- statement ends.. I-I think I need to call Jon.. god what the hell.. fucking hell I'm never reading one of Jon's statements ever again..

[moonshynecybin]

So I am rewatching Argentina 2018 just for giggles, also because you posted about it recently.

And. Wow. Yeah. All the bad omen sirens flashing right from the comical start delay. Committing grid crimes as if the world and officials cant see.

Commentators going - Marc is gonna be angry, marc needs to be careful (when Marc hadn't even started his black widow strut), marc just needs to be patient. Immediately followed by Marc shoving Aleix off. Getting penalized and having to give back a position. But he was in the middle of creating havoc among 5 riders and dint know which position he had to give back. Like. Imagine. Having to apologise for slaying someone but you slayed so bad you don't know which one you need to apologise to. I don't know if I am embarrassed for Marc or the riders. Marc with the kill bill siren in his head just bullying his way up.

The commentators just alternating between "marc needs to calm down" & "this is bloody carnage". It's so funny because the commentators are actually rooting for Marc, "Marc just needs to be careful and keep the pace, he can easily get 5 if he keeps it clean". Marc just hitting fastest lap times at p13.

"these are just sitting ducks in from of Marc"

"marc moving past them as if they were standing still"

Marc just bearing down the grid like the spectre of riders worst grid nightmares. Vale just minding his biz, having himself a race. Here comes a raging scrappy ant.

I unfortunately stayed on to watch the end, witnessed Uccio shooing away Marc, broke my heart a bit

Argentina was just a no good, sad, bad day for Marc.

Was it Marc's fault, yes. Does every rider have such a day, yes. Is it an excuse, no.

But it reminds me of when Enea caused that incident and Marc was the only one who said, it happened, it's fine, he will learn from it. The grace to understand. But maybe he is harsher when it's himself impacted.

Has anyone committed race crimes against Marc? Cant quite recall how he reacts. Has he called anyone a danger to the sport or something equally harsh? Or has he always been the messiest queen on the grid.

people commit on track crimes against marc and he turns into jimmy buffet. hes suddenly chilled out on a beach in a loose linen shirt with his perfectly smooth legs tanning in the sun he is CHILL. brewski in HAND ugly sunglasses ON. like i think marc is ACUTELYYY aware that he would be a hypocrite to go after people for on track crimes so he defaults HARD to the "this is racing" doctrine. it protects him to be this way! a political stance. like for instance jorge martin ends marc's last race with honda by doing extremely stupid shit and he SWAPS HELMETS WITH HIM right after. like he knowssss how he is on track, he doesnt pretend. and also i think thats just kind of how he's built! able to understand that on-track is on-track and thats that.... which is kind of crazy, because he has so much empathy for when people commit on track crimes against him (he KNOWS he would do the same) but not when they get mad at him for doing track crimes unto THEM. i think its a mix of self protection and also just being very very crazy <3

[batsplat]

love your aesthetic post! vale and jorge… truly another level of divas. i do appreciate it when riders are committed to being visually identifiable on track. curious about your thoughts on the ass patches as part of the aesthetic?

also iirc marc’s cartoon ant was designed by the same guy who did vale’s turtle + stuff (back when he was managing his merch), it used to be on his helmets when he first started motogp. rip cartoon ant… another victim of sepang 2015 😔

(aesthetic post) ass patches very cute distinctive motogp thing!! like the cheesy championship celebrations... or hand grabbing on cooldown laps... or how the leathers have weird humps and look deeply awkward to walk in but inexplicably motogp keeps making the riders shoot almost all the promo material in them... tbh motogp really did need valentino because the sport is just conceptually too fruity to be allowed to remain the reserve of the hyper masculine sphere. like it's a shame that it's still just heterosexual men riding those bikes - but at least it got that sorely needed injection of camp and fun. actually I should've mentioned the ass patches thing in the original post because of course that too is something valentino heavily influenced, concurrently with a similar evolution in motocross (x)

the camera thing is also funny and I kinda want them to keep doing it forever, just a very dumb motogp thing that adds to the specific quirky appeal of the sport. ik on this website they're appreciated as like. showcasing an attractive attribute of the male form. which obviously I personally have no real thoughts about but if they introduced dyke riders I think I'd probably be pro. idk I think they should have dyke riders

anyway on the cartoon ant thing. that does sound about right, I kinda suspected it might have been another casualty of sepang but did not want to spread Misinformation On The Internet and couldn't find a source. so. though I will say I also can't really remember seeing that ant on stuff 2013-15, idk in general it kinda feels like marc could've integrated it into more stuff. and if he didn't want a cutesy cartoon ant post-2015 fallout, he should've gotten himself another ant!! just ANY stylised ant. I feel like having an animal associated with you is such an easy slam dunk in terms of branding... acosta's doing a good job with it right now, like he's got a cute stylised shark and it's something you could reasonably see yourself buying merch for and it's just something fun they're associated with

in general I really am just pro riders having Things. I also think jorge's 'the martinator' thing very finely straddles the line between cringe and camp... and camp ofc in the truest sense is failed seriousness, like it's very campy in the disconnect between the attempted coolness and the profound silliness of what we are witnessing. idk part of the joy of motogp 2 me is watching vinales dress up as a gorilla between my fingers or hiding my face in my hands as pecco pulls out a guitar or sliding off my chair and hitting the mute button whenever marc starts dancing on podiums. the artifice and the performativity and the drama is what gives the sport life... it wouldn't be the same if it weren't so dumb

[thesupreme316]

This is most likely to be the weirdest things i’ve requested,

Picture,Being Hook’s twin or older sister. At the past Blood and Guts, Reader is at ringside with her brother during JB match. Then when Jack turns, she sides with Jack.

The following Wednesday, when Her and Jack are now teaming together, the promo goes on.

After Jack says

“I’m still young, I’m cashing fat checks and i’m still banging the hottest bitch in this place”

Clearing referencing to reader, then reader goes on saying something like how she should be the FTW champion since she’s older and has had more in-ring matches that follow FTW rules( I like to think that the FTW title can go to any gender), Then when hook goes to chase Jack, just after jack jumps over the barricade reader and Hook are standing toe-to-toe, allowing Jack to get away safely. 

I’ll leave the rest to you, Much love

YOU'RE FINEE

Had it Coming (Hook x Sis!Reader, Jack Perry x Fem!Reader):

Word Count: 1.3K

Supreme Speaks: hiii, thank you to @hookerforhook for the request (i miss your requests so much). I really enjoyed writing this one. If yall want more, you know what to do. please remember that you are loved and appreciated.

Warnings: none i think, is primarily angsty

Taglist: @hookerforhook @hooks-martin @triscillal @wwenhlimagines @cassie0sstuff @sheinthatfandom

Okay imma reference this post real quick in a way

You have been dating Jack for six months…so before he got into a tag team with your younger brother, Hook

Jack developed feelings for you after you decided to help him in his feud with Christian Cage (my sugar daddy)

You and Hook have the typical sibling relationship…you love him even when you fight sometimes

You’ve been through a lot together, shared a lot of interests, and you considered him to be your best friend

But right now you’re starting to tolerate him

And recently you started to grow a dislike for him

It’s not his personality or anything

It’s just the fact that even though you have won more championships, been wrestling longer, and literally helped trained the lil booger

He just managed to push you into his shadow from the crowd and your father

It pissed you off

Especially because it’s coming at the expense of you and Jack’s career

Your and Jack’s achievements started to get overlooked and Hook either hasn’t realized or he’s pretending it doesn’t exist

It’s been pissing you off

It’s been pissing Jack off

The constant comparisons, the forgetting his name, the fact people just seemed to forget about Jack

It’s just tiring

And it all leads to Jack turning on Hook at Blood and Guts

As well as you turning on your younger brother as well

Honestly, he had it coming.

That’s what you’re telling yourself.

For three days, that’s what you’ve been telling yourself.

It felt great turning your back on your brother. But, sometimes you couldn’t help but feel like there was a way to avoid all of this. As well as feeling like you’re in the middle between your brother and boyfriend. But the more that you thought about it, the more Jack would argue it’s what he deserved for pushing you away, for overshadowing you, for not thanking you, for forgetting about you, and most importantly allowing the crowd to look over you.

You deserve better. You deserve more.

Especially after how he made you and your boyfriend feel.

This leads to today, Wednesday, you and Jack were talking to the crowd about your actions. Before you could even get a word out, they started to boo you, loudly. At first, you felt small, like an ant. But the more they booed, the angrier you got and the more you tuned them out. They didn’t understand you, they couldn’t understand you. They didn’t know how you felt, yet you were portrayed as the villain.

Jack’s booming voice brought you out of thought, “I’m still young. I’m still cashing fat checks, and I am still banging the hottest bitch in this entire place.” He said making the crowd applaud as you smiled with a blush appearing on your cheeks. He leaned over a kissed your head. “Now, did we turn on Hook or did everyone turn on us? After all, we’ve done, after everything that we have given to this place and being robbed out of championships, do you expect some entitled, second-generation little prick to dangle his unofficial championship in our faces? A championship that is just like you Hook, a fraud. Unlike your authentic, legitimate, charming, and hot sister.”

Jack gently gave you the mic as the mix of applause and boos poured in. You rolled your eyes at the crowd as you began to talk, “And come to think of it, I should be the FTW champion.” The crowd booed at your statement. “Think about it! I have more in-ring experience, I’ve actually had FTW championship-worthy matches, and I was at one point your role model, little brother. The only reason why I haven’t challenged you is because Dad is protecting your ass. Cause he knows, that in one match I would take your championship, break your bones, and break your heart.”

“As far as I’m concerned, I am the uncrowned FTW Champion. It’s only a matter of time until I get my hands on it and make you pay for all the pain I’ve endured cause I’m the victim here, not you! But soon you will be once I send you to the ICU.” You continued, making the crowd gasp and clap at your words.

You gave the mic back to Jack, “And just for the record, we can hear you all very clearly. You all telling us that we messed up, that Hook’s gonna kill us. Hook, let me tell you something right now, when I get my hands on you, I am going to beat-“

He was cut off by Hook’s theme, making you roll your eyes and Jack’s color drain from his face as your brother emerged from the black stage. You could see his angry face from a mile away, his eyes were filled with rage. As he ran to the ring, Jack slid out of the ring, jumping over the barricade.

Hook slid into the ring to come face-to-face with you, making the crowd stand up in suspense. His eyes kind of softened as he gazed into yours; you could see his eyes go from angry to hurt. He didn’t understand why everything had to escalate to this point. He moved to continue chasing Jack, but you moved in the same direction; shaking your head at him.

You gave your younger brother a dropkick that stunned him. He just laid in the ring. He wasn’t going to get up to fight you, you knew that, he would never fight you, not even when y’all were kids, he never fought you. Maybe it was the respect and love he held for you…or it was fear. Whatever it was, it allowed you to do your finishing move before going to the back.

He deserved it.

Grabbing your bags, you walked to the parking garage, looking for Jack. Then, a voice called out to you.

“That was some show you put on, Princess.” You looked in the direction of the voice, shocked at who it belonged to. You slightly groaned at the person as they exited their vehicle.

“Christian, what do you want?”

“A conversation.” He said with a smile, walking closer to you with Luchasuarus behind him. “Maybe, a little more if I can convince you of it. Where’s your lover boy?”

You know that you’re not supposed to be talking to your boyfriend’s former mentor, but his tone and the conversation thus far intrigued you. “He’s on his way.” You said with confidence.

“No, he’s not princess. He’s long gone, jumped into his truck, and drove off without any stops.” Christian said with a mocking sad face. “That’s no way to treat someone, especially one person that he claims to love.”

“He does love me-“

“Why isn’t he here then?” You were quiet in response, not sure of what to say. “Y/N, you deserve better in multiple ways. I’ll cut straight to the chase. I have a proposition for you, a very beneficial proposition for both of us. But I don’t wanna conduct business with a pretty lady in a dirty garage. Let me, I mean us, take you to your hotel or somewhere to eat, and we can talk.”

Your brain was in the middle as you knew that anything with Christian Cage was bad news. And you don’t wanna disrespect Jack.

But then again, your boyfriend wasn’t around to take you back to your hotel room, you guys really had no plans after turning on Hook besides trying to take his championship (but you didn’t know how really), and you were hungry. Also, there’s no doubt that your brother was hunting you down so the two of you could talk, so you needed to leave now. Technically, it was a winning situation for you.

There was no harm in talking, right?

“Fine Cage, but no funny business.” You said. Christian smiled before telling Luchasuarus to get your bags, which he put in the trunk. Christian opened the door for you and helped you into the truck.

And if there is harm, it’ll catch up to you tomorrow.

[a-passing-storm]

(13 of) The 15 Fears As Lemon Demon Songs

In order of confidence/how well the songs fit/also just preferred fears.

The Eye - Touch Tone Telephone

The Extinction - Cabinet Man

The Lonely - Amnesia Was Her Name

The Spiral - Sundial

The Web - Spiral of Ants

The Stranger - Nightmare Fuel

The Buried - I Earn My Life

The Flesh - Modify

The Dark - Ancient Aliens(?)

The Hunt - Jaws(?)

The Slaughter - Knife Fight(?)

The Vast - The Ocean(?)

The Desolation - Action Movie Hero Boy(?)

I literally could not find any that fit The End or The Corruption. Explanations and some rambling beneath the cut.

I wanted to do this because I had ideas for a few of them, mainly The Extinction, Eye, Lonely, Spiral, Stranger, and Web. Then I kind of struggled to do the rest. I also typically only listen to Spirit Phone and View Monster, so I was mainly drawing from those two.

The Eye

Touch Tone Telephone - I don't have a good reason for this one. It fits John better than it fits The Eye, but I think you can argue that it fits the need for knowledge and loss of self in that search.

The Extinction

Cabinet Man - I don't think I need to explain this one! Cabinet Man is so similar to Binary, when that guy ate his computer.

Samuel and Rosella - I think this one is a sub-flavor of The Extinction. It's like... ah yes, these old people are convinced that the world is ending. Because of Kids These Days. Not climate change...

Fine - Speaking of climate change! This one is climate change denial, but I think it still fits The Extinction.

The Lonely

I had so many ideas for this one. Not all of them will make it here.

Amnesia Was Her Name - It reminded me a lot of Martin getting stuck in The Lonely in Season 5 and forgetting his name. It's got that sense of disconnection from other people.

It Can Get Lonely In My Mansion - This one fits pretty straightforwardly, because it is... about a guy who is in a huge empty space and feels lonely. The reason I didn't put it as my Final Choice was that it is more Capitalism Horror than Lonely Horror, in my opinion. I do think it fits The Lonely Making You Think That You Are Superior To Others And You Not Hanging Out With Them (I think that came up in Peter Lukas' statement?).

Soft Fuzzy Man - Again, being very literal with this one, it fits well. Some of the ocean vibes in the lyrics (ie. "cold and windy / dark and stormy") remind me of The Lonely's fogginess and Peter Lukas' sailor thing. I'm just going to start listing off lyircs: "can't you see me? / why can't you see me?" "I need to feel like I exist / so please, baby, please, baby, step into the mist." Going off of the lyrics, it fits well, but it just seemed a little too literal.

You're At the Party - I really wanted to use this for The Lonely, but then I decided it fit The Stranger better, but then I found other things that fit The Stranger. This song reminds me of when you are in a very busy/crowded place but feel completely invisible, out of place, and separate from everyone.

A Mask of My Own Face - This is another Lonely/Stranger one to me. You can take it as being around other people but still separating yourself from them, again in the Peter Lukas way.

Stuck - Doesn't really fit, but there is a line about forgetting your name and not having a clear personality.

The Spiral

Sundial - It's a silly nonsense song! The Spiral is the silly nonsense fear (ish). Sundial is a personal favorite Lemon Demon song, so I suppose I also wanted to assign it to a fan-favorite fear.

Eighth Wonder - Honestly, this one might fit better than Sundial, because it is an entity that is actually dangerous that comes off as very silly and playful, much like certain door people.

The Web

Spiral of Ants - I feel like someone is going to kill me for putting this here and not The Corruption or The Spiral, but it is... it is not really Bugs Gross nor is it about going crazy (that much). I think it fits The Web, because it discusses a loss of control over your own life, a lack of awareness over that loss of control, and the sense that you are just acting as a part of a collective as opposed to an individual with free will.

Redesign Your Logo - This was what I initially had for The Web. Going off of the literal words, it does have the repeating "everything's connected," which is pretty Web-y. I also think the general idea of manipulating and controlling people via advertising fits that pretty well.

Stuck - I feel that realizing that you are a character with no free will is pretty Web-related.

The Stranger

Nightmare Fuel - Once again, I feel that I don't need to explain this one. We have creepy clowns, puppets with human hands, mannequins that move, robots with human eyes, monsters made of clay, and a direct mention of the uncanny valley.

You're At The Party - This one is very Something Is Off But You Don't Know What to me and is personally very strongly associated with derealizing, which basically gives everything an uncanny valley feeling.

A Mask of My Own Face - I think this only works if you go by the imagery of someone wearing a mask made of human skin.

The Buried

I Earn My Life - I was initially going to use this for The Web, but then one of the Q&As mentioned that tax offices would totally be places of The Buried, and I figured this fit. Obviously, it fits more with the metaphorical sense of being stuck and having a lot of pressure on you than it does with literally being buried.

The Flesh

All of these seemed like slight stretches, so I had a hard time deciding between them.

Modify - This just felt like the most Body Horror song that I could find, even though it dealt less with the Ew Squishy Meat element of body horror than it did the Meat That Can Be Damaged element of body horror.

Lifetime Achievement Award - This was my initial choice for The Flesh, mainly because of the "even as we speak we're synthesizing blood and organs" in the chorus. It really doesn't fit that well, but that line tends to hit me with the sudden awareness that I am just a bunch of cells making more cells and such. Fleshy.

Nothing Worth Loving Isn't Askew - This one fits because of the "you are muscle, flesh, and bone," at the beginning and the themes of dysmorphia and insecurity about one's body. I just didn't find it particularly horrifying, I suppose. I kind of found it wholesome.

The Dark

We are now getting to fears where I feel that my song choices really didn't fit.

Ancient Aliens - I thought it fit mostly because of the sense of not knowing and the fear of the unknown. Also, the mention of darkness. Also, the mention of eye damage, I guess. Weirdly, a lot of Lemon Demon songs mention eye damage or specifically gouging out your eyes.

The Hunt

Jaws - Look. Spooky shark hunts people. People hunt shark. Shark hunts and eats people. People hunt shark more. Shark is dead. Hurrah!

The Slaughter

Knife Fight - Senseless violence! We'll ignore the tickle fight at the end.

The Vast

The Ocean - I did just pick a song that mentioned the ocean. In my defense, it also mentions not being able to see the horizon and watching the stars, which has been associated with The Vast a bit. By the way, there is another song called Deep In The Ocean, which also doesn't fit that well, though I suppose you could interpret it as being about how insignificant humans are in the grand scheme of things (time-wise).

The Desolation

Action Movie Hero Boy - I think you could argue this for The Slaughter, because both feature senseless violence, but this one touched a bit more on the romanticization of violence/destruction, in my opinion. Fire and explosives. Desolation. Woo.

Angry People - I think this one might fit better with The Slaughter or even The Extinction thematically, but it reminded me of baby Agnes. That was the main reason I picked it. Plus, I feel like The Desolation's people tend to be very passionate about things, and the mention of having sex angrily and eating angrily kind of had that vibe to me.

Others

When He Died - This really fits a good amount of them. I'm getting Stranger, because of the random skulls, Laughing Record, and clown; Lonely, because nobody mourned him and his wife's "voice began to fade to nothing;" Desolation, because of the house fire; and End, because of the foreseen death thing. There is also an apocalypse mention, so... Extinction + The Watcher's Crown.

Man-Made Object - It may or may not have reminded me a little bit of Jonah Magnus.

Pizza Heroes - This has got to be the Breekon and Hope theme song. They always deliver. :)

No Eyed Girl - This one! Thinking about this one in the context of The Magnus Archives actually made me cry. Like. Okay. Hear me out. Let me just straight up post the lyrics, actually. I will ramble and then I will straight up post the lyrics. I am not a huge fan of JohnMartin, however... Like. This song. This song in the context of Episode 200. Especially since the song is about someone falling in love with like... an unknowable being. In the song, the no-eyed girl and the unknowable being are two separate people, but like... this song if Martin was the no-eyed person and John was the being.

Oh, knowing what we know, knowing what we don't know  This is gonna change our world  Feeling how I feel, I'll accept the unreal  If you'd be my no-eyed girl From nowhere mankind can go  There's too much light, blinding white  Your matter tells mine to scatter  It's alright, it's alright From the moment that we met  I've been awake like I've never been awake in all my life  If I spoke your language, I could tell you how I feel  But your language isn't real In every myth, there's a little bit of truth  But I cannot say a thing  I cannot say a thing  Without proof, oh, no Knowing what we know, knowing what we do not know  This is gonna change our world  I might go insane if I learn your full name  If you'd be my no-eyed girl From nowhere mankind can go  There's too much light, blinding white  Emotions, human implosions  It's alright, it's alright Right before the kiss, I noticed something in the air  Molecules existed when there should have been none there  Chemical reactions with the surface of your skin  Some will say my actions let the no-eyed people in And I'd do it all again  And I'd do it all again  And I'd do it all again

I'm still rambling about this song. Like. Hello???

"Knowing what we know, knowing what we don't know. / This is gonna change our world." Like... HELLO? Knowing what they know about the Fears and the Archive and everything about alternate worlds? Not knowing exactly what would happen if they died or attempted to fix the world? But knowing pretty damn well that it sure would change?

Even the idea of being blinded by knowing too much... Jonah Magnus much? Everything going wrong as they kiss? Also just... how sad the last verse sounds...

Help!

[lasudio]

VeronaHills, Round Thirteen: Goldstein

The fire in the corner of the house gave everyone a fright.

Jacob retreated to his room after the flames were beaten down to sodden ash and all people and pets were accounted for; smoke inhalation was treated by Dr Shikibu and Dr Roseland for dad and Iago, respectively. The silly old puss had attempted to hiss away the heat while dad swung around the fire extinguisher in great sweeps (Jacob remembered when Bianca moved in with Betty and insisted on the household having one). His dad was heroic and he felt proud and... honestly, kinda mad at the same time. If the firefighters hadn't come in time to finish the job... any further thoughts sent jolts and shivers through Jacob's limbs. He opened a tab of Tetris and got to work dropping the shapes in just the right places; apparently playing Tetris after a traumatic event was helpful.

Dad had saved the dining room (the second one that was mostly used for book clubs) from being completely gutted, which also saved Antonio's room just above it on the second floor. Antonio and Bianca were out visiting Sebastian and Viola in the city when the fire spat out a single spark onto the fine, flammable dining setting, and dad kept sighing out relieved conclusions: "It's good they weren't here." "Thank god Ant wasn't taking a nap." "Bianca would've been so scared." She still was, after returning and seeing the damage. Jacob sat her down at his computer so she could play Tetris for a bit.

Book club would have to be on hold for a little while - but it would be attented with a full household contigency, once every smoke-damaged title was replaced. Many thankful prayers were delivered by the Montys in the evenings to come, and the Martins found themselves joining in a little bit too.Jacob sent words to the sky:

"Don't worry, mum. Dad saved everyone."

[lostonehero]

Tma x Malevolent

More father Kayne shit.

"I am eons older than these creatures and certainly..." kayne stops as Tim interrupts.

"So? I mean your eons years old, so what? You think us as ants, but you literally weren't cautious enough to get rid of a living person, and you have a son who is getting stronger." Tim motions to Martin, who was sitting next to Arthur. "Just because you're bored, you drop in and have fun be dammed of the consenqueses. Which fine your an elder god or whatever that doesn't really matter."

"Tim?" Martin raised his brow.

"No, let me finish. Your father has been faced with an issue he didn't account for because he thinks he's above everything and that things are just in his way for fun. Just because your life is infinite and you find join in pain, suffering, and madness doesn't mean he's incapable of learning. I highly doubt he even understands the full extent of having a son with powers to match him. He plays with humanity like dolls which again he's a fucking god so I guess he has the right but like doesn't that get boring? Like you said, John is a fragment of another elder god, but he's learning and developing morals and actually cares about the future, even if it's just sheer curiosity. What do you even have, Kayne? Bloodshed and a son who wants nothing to do with you. You can shake an ant farm all you like, but when everything is dead, what, then? Make more ants? Repeat the process? Just pick a different bug?" Tim huffs.

Kayne breaks out in a wide, inhumane smile. "I like you."

"Fucked up god of madness praise, you need therapy." Danny sips his soda.

"And you need self-preservation." Tim rolls his eyes. "You don't have to go through puberty a second time, nor having to deal with fear gods and now other gods on top of that a second time."

"The boy has a point. Madness does get boring after an eternity. You tend to run out of fun ways to drive others mad. Your fun becomes a chore... which I'm not saying I want to do that now. I'm just saying he's wise for his age and mortal status." John muses.

Arthur huffs and mumbles into his hand. "They can't hear you."

"I can." Martin pauses as Arthur whips his head to Martin's direction.

"What?" Arthur raised his brow.

"You can hear me?" John sounded nearly excited.

"Unfortunately, it seems I get that ability from my father." Martin narrows his gaze at Kayne, who is just smiling at him.

"I think the more you tell your dad you hate him, he enjoys it." Danny raised his brow.

Martin sighs. "Already figured that out." He pauses, then smirks. "Tim, remember Micheal?"

"The one who got struck by lightening or the one with the doors who then became Helen." Tim shrugs. "The lightning one would be around our age, but the freaky door one would be working under Gertrude."

"Yes and no." Martin hums. "Micheal would have already become Micheal."

"You want to find one of the freaky yellow doors and find a different version of madness to interact with?" Tim sighs. "I mean it would piss Jon off so might as well."

"Another being of madness?" Kayne tilts his head.

Martin only smirks wider. "Ah yes, Micheal, git tricked into becoming an avatar of the Spirial, deception and misdirection, and fear of going mad in a sense. But you're already the God of madness. Why would you want to meet a puppet of another one?"

Kayne sputters. "Well, to obviously kill it. I'm the only one who matters and my prodigy as well, not some new fear madness."

"Kill it?" Martin knew he got his hooks in. "It would just find a new host. We don't have a way to their world like your world or the outer realms. Who's to say it's not compensating for you killing all other versions of yourself? Besides these fears, they love to use madness to cultivate their food from mortals. It's not a wonder that you are only able to get here because of me." He hums softly, picking up his can of soda and taking a small sip. "Shame, really. I've actually explored the corridors you haven't."

Kayne's fingers twitched, and he stared at his son. "I don't enjoy being mocked, Martin."

"Who says I'm mocking you? I'm merely stating facts that I've witnessed. Just because I'm your son doesn't mean I'm not able to see the bigger picture. I've walked the hellscape of the apocalypse, I've seen what the fears have done once they come to this world. Although they aren't the brightest, they never figured out a way to renew their feast."

Kayne was hooked. "What do you mean?"

"A gods feast, gorging on all the fear and madness, but what do you do when they stop being afraid, when they expect the pain? No new humans or animals are born, and they are unable to die. Father, surely you can see the issue in that." Martin smirks as Kayne vanishes with a rush of words to find the Spirial.

"Jesus fucking christ." Tim stares at Martin.

Martin chuckles. "If I knew it was that easy to distract him, I would have told the truth ages ago."

[new-berry]

I tried to write a hallmark movie meet cute!

(I failed)

Erling Haarland / Alex Isak NSFW

Martin as in Odergaard

The benefits of having friends.

Let’s assume that Alex and Erling live within reasonable driving distance of each other.

“England is amazing.” Erling tells the interviewer seriously. “Manchester is great. I’m meeting so many new people, there are so many things to learn on and off the pitch.”

“England is a shit hole.” Erling tells Martin very seriously.

“Uh huh” Martin says back.

“Manchester fucking sucks.”

“Yup.” Martin replies. “Wait, why?”

“Martin!” Erling whines back “haven’t you been listening? No one knows how to flirt here!”

“You’re Norwegian.” Martin says practically. “Neither do you. What do they do if they don’t flirt?”

“Drink and grope.” Erling says.

Martin laughs but he tries to hide it when Erling whines at him again.

“Fine.” Erling checks that no one has snuck into his living room and can hear their conversation “the sex here is terrible, how do you cope?”

“Don’t have sex with English people?” There is a soft protest behind Martin that Erling ignores as Martin modifies it to “most English people.”

“Look,” Martin shushes whoever is in the room with him. “Remember Alex? From Solcidad? He’s going to sign with Newcastle. That’s kind of your neck of the woods…” there is some more murmuring and finally Martin whisper-snarls “if you want me to get him off the phone and get you laid shut the fuck up about geography. He’s got a car. He’s not going to walk.

Martin comes back to him, “look Alex will probably be down for some no-strings-no-drama-whatever I’ll give him your number okay?”

Erling grumbles but he’s talking to himself. Martin sends a message to him later with Alex’s deets. He calls it that: “Alex’s deets”. Erling saves it under “emergencies,” and sends some scathing mockery Martin’s way. He has a date in a couple of days. He probably won’t need it.

John introduced them. Greg seems nice. He’s smart, well built. Erling definitely won’t need Alex’s number.

Erling sighs and stretches his arms over his head. He can feel his hair is a rat's nest and next time, if necessary, he’ll braid it first.

“We should both give up on the English.” Erling gasps out. Honestly he doesn’t always feel this wrung out after a match.

Alex laughs beside him. He’s also lying on his back and when Erling turns his head. He’s got a satisfied grin on his face but his chest isn’t heaving the way Erling’s is.

“Maybe we should both try people from the South? Tripps and Ant kept telling me Southerners are soft, but… the Northerners seem pretty awful.”

Erling rolls on his side the memory of the press of Alex’s thighs around his hips a pleasant weight as he settles onto the mattress.

“You haven’t told me why he was so bad.” Erling grins at the scowl on Alex’s face as he rolls over as well so they are facing each other. Close enough that Erling can feel the heat of Alex’s body.

“Vegan. Only rides bikes. Natural deodorant. Likes to give speeches.” Alex’s face screws up. “He gave me a lecture about immigrants!”

Erling laughs and shoves his hair out of his face. Alex laughs as well, tucking a lock that fell out of place behind Erling’s ear.

“So you didn’t put out?”

Alex grins and bumps his knuckles over Erling’s collarbone. “Came here instead didn’t I?”

Erling pulls Alex against and when he rolls over on top of him. He holds Alex at the hips. “This time you do all the work.” He suggests sliding his hand down Alex’s ass to where he is wet and open.

“I can’t feel my mouth.” Erling announces around gasps.

“You’re welcome,” Alex’s reply is muffled by having his face in the pillow, lying across Erling’s back, his chin digging into Erling’s shoulder.

Erling lets Alex have the last word, they will both have to move soon, the wet patch under Erling is going to get gross and eventually, Erling sadly realises, Alex is going to get soft enough that he can’t stay inside him. But this is nice.

“I never get to lay on people.” Alex says, he’s turned his head to the side and almost whispers his little, well it sounds a bit like a confession. “I like that you’re big.” Alex tells him. “People lie about their heights.”

“What else do you like about me?” Erling grins where his head is pillowed on his arms. “I can fuck you doggy style.” Alex says.

“You can right now?” Erling suggests. Alex peppers kisses over the side of Erling’s neck. “That’s a great plan.” He says back.

Erling thinks he should send his last boring date a thank you for being so boring. Otherwise he wouldn’t have called Alex.

The next time they play Alex calls him before he has even gotten on the bus “don’t get on the bus.” He says. When Erling drops out of the queue to board Alex says “up and to your right.”

Erling spins in almost a circle because it was in fact his left. Alex is grinning in a stairwell. “Did I tell you about the writer I went out with?” He asks.

“Send me your address,” Erling says ignoring John’s soft “booty call with the enemy” comment. It’s not like people don’t know exactly which bed John will be in tonight.

It’s not that they fuck after every crap date they go on. Some of them are in London after all. And sometimes, today for example, they swap blowjobs in the foyer of Alex’s apartment without making it anywhere near the bedroom.

“He threatened to out you?” Alex’s voice is incredulous around his toothbrush. Erling leers at him standing naked in the doorway, and momentarily loses his train of thought.

“What did you do?” Alex asks. Erling shakes his head, it was a couple of weeks again and he hasn’t really thought about it since. Might have implied to Alex it was a more recent terrible date as an excuse to come over.

“Oh I told my dad who fixed it. Hey, can I get a blow job when you’re done? Apparently the toothpaste makes it tingle.”

“Tingle is not a word I expected you to say.” Alex tells him. Erling flops onto his back and puts his hands behind his head. That wasn’t a no after all.

International break is great. Scratch that, it’s terrible. They lose everything and Erling isn’t entirely sure how to deal with that. It’s good to see Martin though and speaking Norwegian gets rid of the tickle in his throat constantly speaking in English causes.

“Did you ever call Alex?” Martin asks after dinner when they are signing their way down a row of jerseys.

“Who?” Erling asks dumbly looking at the white shirt in front of him that clearly says Haarland.

“Isak.” Martin prompts.

Erling looks up and beams. “Yeah! He’s great. Amazing at head.”

Martin tries to look scandalised but it only lasts for a second before they both crack up. “I’ll make sure to tell him you said that.”

“Oh a few times. If I have a bad date.”

“What’s a few?” Martin asks. He’s signing his name fast enough the signature is getting sloppy and Erling’s fingers have cramped up as well.

“Dunno.” Erling signs the last shirt, he hopes, and mentally counts. “Twenty times?”

When he looks up Martin is staring at him. “What?” Erling asks defensively.

“If you have had twenty bad dates it’s you.” Martin says.

It’s on the tip of his tongue to say that it’s not just bad dates, it’s bad days or bad games or bad…. Holy shit. “I should get off Tinder.” Erling says instead.

Erling’s barely dropped his bag in his room when Alex face times him from his phone. “Why would you wear crocs on a date?” Alex says instead of hello. He’s wearing a nice shirt and his breath is puffing a bit in the cold. His cheeks are a bit shiny in the light.

“Come over and I’ll make you forget the word crocs.” Erling offers. He personally deleted Tinder weeks ago.

Erling isn’t sure if Alex does forget the word crocs but as Erling licks his ass open and fucks him with his tongue he limits his vocabulary to ‘oh god’ and ‘please’ and that’s close enough.

Injuries are the worst. “Injuries are the worst.” Alex tells Erling when he picks up the FaceTime call.

“Do you need my help to jerk off?” Erling asks.

Alex looks like he’s considering it then says “I didn’t actually hurt my hand or wrist.”

“My offer stands.” Erling tells him earnestly.

“You could jerk off anyway?” Alex says, sitting back on the couch. “It’s not like I have anywhere else I have to be.”

Erling does in fact have places he has to be. He is supposed to meet Jack for dinner in half an hour and he also has to call his sister and review a couple of videos before training.

Instead he props his Ipad up against a couple of candles that were left over from, he has no idea he never lights them, and says “you going to join me?”

“Take your shirt off?” Alex’s voice is thicker with anticipation. He slides his hand down the front of his shorts and Erling nods and pulls it off over his head.

“Do I get a show because I’m injured?” Erling could tell Alex to get his own kit off but instead he licks his thumb and circles around his nipple. He pinches it gently. His eyes flip between Alex biting his lip, his own eyes focused intently on Erling, and Alex’s hand getting faster.

Jack’s always late anyway.

Alfie asks Erling if his is seeing anyway and looks disappointed when Erling says no one seriously.

“Well then,” Alfie takes a breath, “you remember Arne? His nephew is visiting. Perhaps you’d like to show him around.”

Einar is great. Erling literally cannot fault him. He’s good looking, he’s tall, he’s funny. He keeps his hands to himself. He asks permission to kiss and is a great kisser. He’s probably a great kisser anyway.

Erling finds that he doesn’t really kiss back. Einar steps back “no chemistry?” He says. And Erling agrees. They have each other's numbers anyway. Because he is a nice guy and it’s actually good to speak Norwegian sometimes.

Erling drives to Alex’s only realising when he is outside it’s nearly two in the morning.

Alex lets him in even though it took him about five minutes to go from asleep, to groggy, to blinking and letting Erling in. Alex flops back on his couch, he’s wearing boxers that Erling knows who pulled on to let him in because he sleeps naked.

“Jesus how bad was the date?” Alex yawns then looks up sharply. “Shit he didn’t try and hurt you or anything, did he? Are you okay?”

Erling waves Alex down “Don’t panic. He was great. Perfect gentleman.”

Alex gets up anyway and wraps his arm around Erling’s waist and pulls him back to the couch.

“People don’t turn up at 2.17 after a great time.” Alex’s voice is soft. “You can take your time telling me. Or never tell me. That’s okay as well.”

Erling laughs and leans forward holding his hands over his face almost against his knees. Alex misinterprets the motion and lays his cheek on Erling’s shoulder with his arms around him. He’s speaking in Swedish and Erling only picks up one or two words out of the sentences.

Erling can pick out “time” and “I’m here” and something about his dad, which he hopes is “do you want to call your dad?” Not some odd kink that Alex has never mentioned before he laughs harder and Alex holds on tighter and now he’s switching to English to ask Erling if he’s okay.

“I went on a date with Einar. He’s a contract lawyer who hates golf and plays tennis and loves the beach.”

Erling turns so he’s sitting in the corner of the couch with one leg pulled up and Alex mirrors him.

“So what happened?” Alex asks. Eeling’s eyes drop to the line of his abs and he doesn’t say anything for a moment. “Do you want me to put a shirt on?” Alex asks.

“God no.” Erling says back absently, distracted by the cut of Alex’s hips. “Nothing happened.” Erling remembers the question.

“We went out, we ate, he got along really well and when he kissed me I didn’t want to kiss him back.”

“Okay.” Alex sounds confused. “Then what happened?”

Erling shrugs. “We stopped kissing and swapped numbers so we can catch up the next time I’m in London.”

“Ok.” Alex brushes some imaginary fluff off his knee. “So now I don’t know why you’re here at 2.17 in the morning then. I guess, I’m glad it wasn’t that but. Why are you here?”

Erling shuffles down the couch until he can pick up Alex’s hand smoothing across his skin. “I didn’t want to kiss him. I wanted to kiss you.”

Alex doesn’t reply and Erling squishes his knee. “Martin was right, please don’t tell him that, the problem with everyone I went out with was me. I was waiting around for them to turn into you.”

Alex grins then. Wide and bright. “Did you drive here at 2am to tell me you’re in love with me?”

“My dick is in love with you.” Erling says back. “But yeah the rest of me isn’t far behind.”

Alex laughs loud and happy. He leans forward on his knees to kiss Erling.

Erling leans back a little dazed, Alex puts his hand right on his dick and it’s amazing, better than any other time so far. “Guess I’ll start with your dick then.”

[sterek-ao3feed]

Like a Prayer for Which No Words Exist

Read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/54375757

by Ninna_7

The ashes flow between his fingers like warm, fine sand on a summer’s day. There’s the smell of the sea, and the sound of waves, the sun piercing his eyelids. The warmth of a hug and bubbling laughter. A rush of adrenaline then the crash of a wave. He feels heavy, like his bones are made of lead. His lungs, as hard and unyielding as metal, stop him from breathing. His heart skips three beats in a row and he’s lost between panic and a heart attack. He feels pins and needles over his limbs, like thousands of ants consuming his flesh. And then there’s nothing for a long while.

The sound of the wind is the first to return, then the crickets, then the frantic, loud beating of Stiles’ heart. He falls to his knees with tears running down his face, like grief and confusion. Like something reached inside him and took from it a little shard of his soul. He manages to get on all fours before being sick on the forest ground. He wipes his mouth, the tears from his eyes and the sweat from his brow with shaky hands and tries to stand. He wobbles, but stays up, then he looks around. The Nemeton is dark and rotten. On top of it lies Derek’s naked form.

Words: 1571, Chapters: 1/10, Language: English

Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Sheriff Stilinski (Teen Wolf), Allison Argent, Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Eli Hale (Teen Wolf), Melissa McCall, Peter Hale, Lydia Martin, Malia Tate, Cora Hale

Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski

Additional Tags: Angst, Past Lydia Martin/Stiles Stilinski, Background Relationships, Accidental Baby Acquisition, Angst with a Happy Ending, Canon-Typical Violence, Canon Compliant, Future Fic, Sex, Post-Canon Fix-It

https://archiveofourown.org/works/54375757

[dansnaturepictures]

26/09/23-Thursley

Flora and fauna photos in this set are of: 1. A majestic Hobby it was a true joy to see gliding through the blue sky early on in the amazing time we spent here today. A quintessential bird of this habitat teeming with their famous prey dragonflies, I felt so honoured to get such fine and spectacular views of this beautiful bird I adore as I watched it swoop and noticed from this photo I was pleased to get of it that it has prey in its talons. 2. A Common Lizard, I believe the first of any I'd seen this year there were loads basking in the sun on the boardwalk today, big and small, it was enthralling to see these sparkling reptiles. 3. One of a few Red Kites it was great to see today too, seeing one circle overhead closely and fly over the bright blue water. 4. A stunning Black Darter, I am so pleased that we saw these today as it was the main thing I wanted to see here. It's a special sighting as my first of the year and first of the species I'd seen for two years as it takes my dragonfly and damselfly year list to 21 making it my highest ever. That means in 2023 all five of the year lists I keep (this one, birds, butterflies, moths and mammals) are my highest ever which is something I'm so thrilled about and underlines the incredible year I'm having for watching wildlife with so much seen. This has always been the main place for us for this species and today you couldn't move for them in parts of the board walk, it was amazing to see so many and get striking intimate views of them with some staying put long enough for a photo with my macro lens unusually for dragonflies. 5. Some bog asphodel I enjoyed seeing. 6. Some smashing round-leaved sundew it was a treat to see. 7. Emerald Damselfly, a star damselfly of my day, week and year. 8. Common Darter another seen so well today again this year, it was lovely to see these and the Black Darters mating and egg laying. 9. One of a few Stonechats it was nice to see. 10. Harvestman spider.

In a raptor fest other great birds of prey seen were Kestrel and Buzzard, and sensational views of singing Woodlarks including in the air and Dartford Warbler seen were two more Thursley specialties we enjoyed seeing. Jay, a few Carrion Crows, Jackdaw, Magpie, Pied Wagtail, a fair few House Martins, flocks of Meadow Pipits and Goldfinches, Siskin, Linnet, Mallard, a great pair of Little Grebes and Green Woodpecker heard were other bird highlights today. Red Admiral, Small Copper, Common Blue Damselfly, Migrant and Southern Hawker, grasshopper probable Meadow Grasshopper, Box Tree moth, hornet, a red ant and beautiful Fox moth caterpillars were other notable insects seen today. Other standout plants seen were of course heather with some still looking nice and purple I believe we saw bell and common heather and cross-leaved heath, gorse, rosebay willowherb, tormentil, devil's-bit scabious, cotton grass and hawksbeard/ox tongue.

[thisisnotaboutarttoys]

Los Art Toys no pidieron permiso para entrar en la historia del arte: se colaron por la puerta trasera

Anatomía de un Movimiento. #ArTToys: La Rebelión esculpida #10

No fueron invitados a un Museo, no, y lo primero que hicieron fue instalarse en las baldas de los coleccionistas…  

Los Art Toys no llegaron con catálogos ni discursos curatoriales. Llegaron con olor a spray, herencia de cómic, diseño gráfico callejero y actitud punk. Mientras el arte oficial seguía preguntándose “¿esto cuenta como arte?”, el vinilo ya tenía dueño: el coleccionista que no necesitaba permiso para sentir.

No esperaron ser aceptados. Se hicieron imposibles de ignorar.

A finales de los 90, nombres como Michael Lau desde Hong Kong, James Jarvis en Reino Unido y Bounty Hunter en Japón no buscaban hacer esculturas para museos. Estaban construyendo identidad. Martin, The Gardeners, Kid Hunter… no eran personajes: eran manifiestos en vinilo. Figuras nacidas del streetwear, el manga, el grafiti y el “hazlo tú mismo” del punk.

No era una exposición. Era una declaración de guerra visual.

Como Banksy, los Art Toys rompieron con las reglas del mercado del arte. Como Supreme, hicieron del objeto limitado una religión callejera. Como Apple, convirtieron el diseño en obsesión emocional. Como Murakami, demostraron que el arte también puede caber en una caja sorpresa.

📦 Mucho antes de aparecer en MOMA o Sotheby’s, los Art Toys estaban en foros, ferias, tiendas de skate y estanterías. No necesitaban validación crítica. Ya eran cultura.

Así que no. Los Art Toys no pidieron entrar en la historia del Arte.

Entraron por la puerta trasera, pisaron la moqueta con las zapatillas sucias y te retaron a llamarlos “juguetes”.

#MoreThanDisPlay #ArtToyGama #ArtToyFiles

#WhoMakesArtToys #ArtToyMovement

#HistoryofArtToys

Art by Judas Arrieta.

Por cierto…

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[uniquetyphoonmiracle]

Si ayer empeze el dia con que Google FOTOS me recordaba que hacía 8 años [cosa que se cumple el 1 de marzo]..con que me encontré una MANZANA con un solo BOCADO [que me llevo a recordar la canción el SEGUNDO MORDISCO DE LA MANZANA del cd BE de BEADY EYE o el otro grupo de LIAM GALLAGHER por el que the RAIN fue OASIS ( que me recuerda que al último capitulo de la serie de DISNEY "LA ULTIMA" titulado MI OASIS siendo el primero UNA CANCION AL DESTINO que hizo AITANA con su ex_novio o hijo de ANA DUATO de la serie más larga de TVE "CUENTAME COMO PASO" a la que quieren meter 16 años de cárcel por deufradar a HACIENDA)..en sala RIVIERA o a ORILLAS del MANZANA+eRES donde mi último concierto fue APOCALYPTICA (tras el grupo MUJERES) cuyo cd WORLDS COLLIDE me lo compre en CANCUN_MEXICO junto al directo ARDE EL CIELO de MANA donde versionan EL REY..siendo lo siguiente que me compre el cd recopilatorio IRS YEARS de REM que cierra IT'S THE END OF THE WORLD AS WE KNOW IT and i Fell Fine y su DVD WHEN THE LIGHT IS MINE a la salida del último concierto de su historia que fue en auditorio nazional de MEXICO 18/11/08 encontrándome 2 días después la escultura del libro del APOCALIPSIS 1.3. que lo anuncia y comprándome el día que salió o 23_11_08 el cd CHINESE DEMOCRACY de GUNS N ROSES del que tocaron algunas canciones en el auditorio del Parque JUAN CARLOS I 25/5/06 en el 1er concierto de GUNS N ROSES en EUROPA en 13 años tocando al año siguiente 23/6/07 en el parque JUANCARLOS I "BAD RELIGION" empezando con AMERICAN JESUS y cerrando FUCK ARMAGEDDON]..hoy recuerdo que la portada del cd ANGELS and VAMPIRES [Vol. 1] sale ofreciendo una 🍎 SANANDA MAITREYA [antes TERENCE TRENT D'ARBY nombre que se cambió tras cantar O DIVINA en un concierto navideño en el VATIKANO y nombre que estreno en el anterior cd WILDCARD que es como retítulo el cd TERENCE TRENT D'ARBY SOLAR RETURN al romper con su discográfica y con su nombre tras haberse lanzado con el cd INTRODUCING HARDLINE ACCORDING TO TTD que fue el 1ero que me compre como fue en BRIGHTON en agosto 88 junto a un skate SANTA_CRUZ y al que vi presentar 28/10/93 [día que también tocaron en MADRID Duff McKAGAN de GUNS N ROSES presentando cd BELIEVE IN ME y al que fotografie rodeado de 3 chicas a las puertas del pub UNDERWORLD junto al pub WORLD'S END de LONDRES y ROB HALFORD cantante de JUDAS PRIEST con su otro grupo FIGHT].. su cd SIMPHONY OR DAMN que abre WELCOME TO MY MONASTERY y SHE KISSED ME]..en sala DIVINO AQUALUNG [donde meses antes o 14/6/93 me dio el suicidado con autoaxfisia erotica Hutchence de INXS su cerveza mexicana CORONA y tim FARRISS su pua el cual se puso camiseta de JESUS en el concierto grabado en WEMBLEY "LIVE BABY LIVE" que acaba con DEVIL INSIDE..estando JUAN PABLO II en ESPAÑA para consagrar la CATEDRAL DE MADRID al día siguiente tras estar en EL ROCIO a donde fui en 2023 desde la pintada MONEY HAVING SEX con dibujo del Cigarrillo post_coital de JESSICA DIAMOND en el patio del PADRE NUESTRO del monasterio de Nuestra Señora de las CUEVAS en calle AME_RICO VESPUCIO de la ISLA DE LA CARTUJA en SEVILLA y sucediendo en EL ROCIO que casi un caballo mata al portero Sergio "RICO"].

Por cierto..23/11/08 que compre el cd CHINESE DEMOCRACY [que en MADAGASCAR incluye el I HAVE A DREAM del asesinado MARTIN L KING al que U2 dedico PRIDE y MLK que habla de una TORMENTA que hace un sueño realidad en el cd UNFORGETTABLE FIRE=expo sobre HIROSIMA] se suicido en el VIADUCTO junto a la CATEDRAL DE LA ALMUDENA la sevillana o el sevillano SUSIE POP de NANCY RUBIAS cuyo cantante [marido de la mexicana OLVIDO GARA alias ALASKA O FANGORIA] se cayó del escenario hace unos meses de forma muy trágica y cuyo hermano fue atropellado mortalmente por una AMBULANCIA que echaba marcha atrás estando aparcado con su moto.

P.D. no tengo TRONO NI REINA pero sigo siendo EL REY jaja..y no firmo ni fotos ni discos

[todosobreballenas]

A fines de agosto, pescadores descubrieron una ballena varada en las costas del Río de la Plata. Según la bióloga Alejandra Romero, el ejemplar es una jorobada en avanzado estado de descomposición. Se investigan las posibles causas del varamiento, y se destaca que semanas antes otro cetáceo fue encontrado en el partido de Castelli, lo que ha generado más interrogantes.