#myles and ash

[absurdmorningglory]

Sisters who get stoned together for the first time, two dorks who barely know what they're doing. Soon they're giggling about how soft the blankets feel, moving to their clothes, feeling themselves up.

Little sis squeezes her own boobs then makes big sis do the same. It just feels nice, they don't think anything of it as they feel each other's tits, their tops coming off, little sis deciding she wants to suck her big sisters nipples, big sis deciding she wants to rip her sisters shorts off and finger her.

They escalate further and further in their sex, not worrying about what this means, sloppily kissing each other and descending deeper and deeper into a taboo that shouldn't feel this easy to give into, nor should it feel so right. By the time big sis is giving her little sister back shots, both know this won't be the only time they do this.

[mrmagistralmalik]

who is Ashley Mountains?

Ashley Mounts is Misty Vicky’s cousin-turned-half sibling and Mina das Heimweh’s nibling-turned-half offspring.

[basilzcottage]

did you know i've played the first ace attorney game for almost 3 years

[littlegochu]

all mine │ jjk 18+

“Look all you want. She’s not yours anymore."

pairing: jeon jungkook x reader (f)

genre: drug dealer jungkook, witty female lead

rating: 18+, smut, smoking

synopsis: Y/N runs into her ex — a face from the past who still thinks he has a hold on her. But Jungkook sees everything. From across the room, he watches the way the guy leans in too close, speaks too familiar, and touches what doesn't belong to him.

-

The bass shakes the floor, the lights strobing red and gold across a packed room. You’re posted up with Mira and the girls near the back booth, sipping something sweet and forgettable when Mira lights up.

“Oh my god — Lucas!”

You look up, throat tightening.

Of course. Still mutuals.

Lucas slides in with a lazy grin, hands tucked in his jacket like he owns the place. He greets Mira with a hug, then turns to you — eyes dragging over your face, your skirt, your legs.

“Y/N,” he says like it’s a memory, not a name. “Didn’t think I’d run into you tonight.”

You give him a flat smile, already bored. “Yet here we are.”

Mira, oblivious, clinks her glass with his. “You two remember each other, right? God, you dated for forever in high school—”

Lucas chuckles. “Three years. But who’s counting?”

You don’t look at him. You don’t need to. He’s already looking at you like he remembers too much.

And across the room — Jungkook sees it all.

He’s got one arm slung across the back of the leather booth, a cigarette between his fingers, glass untouched in front of him. Myles is talking, Carlo’s checking his phone, but Jungkook isn’t listening to either of them.

He’s watching you.

He sees Lucas lean in. Sees the way his hand brushes your arm. Sees the way your ex still thinks he’s got room to exist anywhere near you.

He stands. Doesn’t say a word to the others. Just moves.

You feel him before you see him.

Lucas is mid-sentence — something smug and useless — when a shadow falls over your shoulder.

“She said it was high school,” Jungkook says, tone cold, deadly still. “So why the fuck are you still standing here?”

Lucas blinks. “Whoa—chill, man. I’m just catching up.”

“She doesn’t need catching up.”

Jungkook steps in behind you, arm sliding low around your waist. His fingers dip past the curve of your hip, and you don’t flinch. You don’t try to pull away. In fact—you lean into him.

Deliberate. Slow.

You let your body melt into his, head tilting just enough so his breath hits your neck.

Not because you care what Lucas thinks.

But because you love what this does to Jungkook.

His grip tightens.

“You remember how she used to be yours?” Jungkook says, voice low and calm, aimed like a blade. “That was a fucking joke. She’s mine now.”

Lucas shifts, glancing between you both, his smirk finally cracking.

You smirk back, running your hand along the tattooed arm wrapped around your waist. “You should go, Lucas. Before it gets embarrassing.”

He does. Eventually.

When he’s gone, Mira makes some awkward excuse and follows after him, but you and Jungkook are already in your own little storm.

His mouth grazes your ear. “You liked that.”

You smile, dragging your fingers through the hem of his shirt. “So did you.”

He laughs, dark and low. “Car. Now.”

-

The car door slams shut behind you, but the silence doesn’t last long.

Jungkook’s in the driver’s seat, keys still in his hand, chest rising like he’s holding back a storm. His jaw is tight, brows furrowed, cigarette between his lips like it’s the only thing keeping him from starting a fight he’d enjoy too much.

He doesn’t start the engine.

Just turns to look at you.

“You let him touch you.”

It’s not a question.

You lean back against the passenger door, heart pounding. “You were watching.”

“I saw his hand on your arm,” he mutters, flicking ash out the window. “Should’ve broken his fucking wrist.”

You don’t apologize.

You don’t explain.

Instead, you let your eyes drag down his inked forearm, slow and deliberate, until he notices.

“You jealous baby?” you ask, voice soft and sweet — the exact kind of provocation that sets him off.

He scoffs, leans over, and grips your thigh — hard. “You think this is jealousy?”

You gasp, just slightly, as his hand slides up between your legs. “Feels like it.”

His jaw clenches. “Feels like you wanted me to see it.”

You smirk. “Maybe I did.”

That’s it.

His mouth is on yours in an instant — rough, hungry, biting. His free hand tangles in your hair, tilting your head so he can kiss you deeper, devour you harder. You moan into his mouth, grinding against the palm still pressed high on your thigh.

The air inside the car grows heavy. Hot. Every breath is laced with tension and want.

Jungkook breaks the kiss, panting. “Get over here.”

You don’t wait.

You climb over the console, straddling his lap with practiced ease. His hands are already under your skirt, grabbing your ass, pulling you flush against the bulge in his jeans.

“You wanna act like mine in front of him?” he mutters, voice rasping low against your throat. “Then be mine right now.”

You grind down, slow and filthy, breath hitching. “I am yours.”

He groans — head falling back for a second, throat exposed, Adam’s apple bobbing. He looks wrecked already, and you haven’t even taken his clothes off.

“You’re not wearing these home,” he says, yanking your panties aside roughly. “I’ll ruin them.”

You whimper when his fingers slide between your folds — already soaked. He grins darkly.

“Yeah… that’s what I thought.”

He starts to work you open, slow but deep, fingers curling just right. You cling to his shoulders, lips parting around a moan as your hips roll against his hand.

“Keep looking at me like that,” he says through gritted teeth. “See what happens.”

“I’m not scared,” you whisper.

He smirks. “You like this. You like when I lose my fucking mind over you.”

You’re close. It’s embarrassing how fast he gets you there — but it’s always like this with him. Intensity, fire, no patience.

And when you come — biting his neck to stay quiet, hips twitching in his lap — Jungkook holds you there, lets you ride it out, lets you shake in his arms like it’s the only place you belong.

“Fuck,” he growls, head pressing against your shoulder. “You drive me insane.”

You smile, breathless, forehead pressed to his. “Good.”

authors note: pls comment and give any ideas!

[harleyacoincidence]

10 people I’d like to know better

Thanks for tagging me for this tag game, @twistthing!

Last Song: Get Louis Theroux it - Tom Cardy

Last Book: Carmilla by Sheridan Le Fanu

Last Movie: The Italian Job

Last Game: Super R-Type

Last TV Show: Star Trek: TNG

Sweet/Spicy/Savoury: Savoury

Relationship: Taken

Fav Colour: Purple

Last Internet Search: "how tall of Jared Leto" (spelling mistakes and all - I'm quite sleep deprived at the moment)

Tagging (with no pressure): @animentality @lordpudi @lady-yfrit @ancientsorcerer @holdiethemoldie @troyrepresentative8 @osbob-the-existent @fire-but-ashes-too @rhokisb @mylee-sketches and anyone who wants to join!

[genderdenied-archived]

☆ㅤmaned wolf NPT

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!!ㅤ;ㅤfor : day 1 / sun of acronymchaos birthday event

NAMES : mane, forest, faux(FR), solan, seca / seco(PT), savannah, hunter, patches, wil / willard, miles, stane, amber, rust, rye, obsidian, ash, pitch,

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TITLES : the faux fox, prn who silences, prn who follows, the faded, prn who is freakish, the fanged wolf, the misunderstood creature, prn who confuses, prn who stalks, the tailed hunter, the swift pouncer, the forever mate,

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; tagging : @id-pack-archive @npt-archive | @acronym-chaos myles is a maned wolf therian and this is pretty important piece of xes identity, though has seen little to no content ( i.e. NPTS ) of them, andd xe has been wanting to try doing an NPT for a while but been putting off !! so this was like, the perfect opportunity lol !! :D

[doc42]

"The dragon is too far away to save you."

The fandom misunderstands the sad, wistful tragedy of Jon Connington chasing the dream of placing Rhaegar's son upon the Iron Throne when it considers only ever that its end must be to have big bad woman who is Rhaegar reborn fly down and burn him and the lad.

Seventeen years had come and gone since the Battle of the Bells, yet the sound of bells ringing still tied a knot in his guts. Others might claim that the realm was lost when Prince Rhaegar fell to Robert's warhammer on the Trident, but the Battle of the Trident would never have been fought if the griffin had only slain the stag there in Stoney Sept. The bells tolled for all of us that day. For Aerys and his queen, for Elia of Dorne and her little daughter, for every true man and honest woman in the Seven Kingdoms. And for my silver prince. "The plan was to reveal Prince Aegon only when we reached Queen Daenerys," Lemore was saying.

King Stannis is Jon Connington's kin from the "slayer of lies" sequence of visions from the House of the Undying and his foreshadowing for choosing to burn a kid to save the realm is he literally talks of burning a kid to save the realm:

"I know the cost! Last night, gazing into that hearth, I saw things in the flames as well. I saw a king, a crown of fire on his brows, burning . . . burning, Davos. His own crown consumed his flesh and turned him into ash. Do you think I need Melisandre to tell me what that means? Or you?" The king moved, so his shadow fell upon King's Landing. "If Joffrey should die . . . what is the life of one bastard boy against a kingdom?" "Everything," said Davos, softly.

Jon Connington's foreshadowing with the backstory of the Battle of the Bells is equally straightforward: he's thinking he's willing to burn down a town if it means getting rid of the Usurper's line. Because he missed his chance getting rid of Robert Baratheon in Stoney Sept, so he won't miss it again.

Others might claim that the realm was lost when Prince Rhaegar fell to Robert's warhammer on the Trident, but the Battle of the Trident would never have been fought if the griffin had only slain the stag there in Stoney Sept.

For years afterward, Jon Connington told himself that he was not to blame, that he had done all that any man could do. His soldiers searched every hole and hovel, he offered pardons and rewards, he took hostages and hung them in crow cages and swore that they would have neither food nor drink until Robert was delivered to him. All to no avail. “Tywin Lannister himself could have done no more,” he had insisted one night to Blackheart, during his first year of exile. “There is where you’re wrong,” Myles Toyne had replied. “Lord Tywin would not have bothered with a search. He would have burned that town and every living creature in it.

The road ahead was full of perils, he knew, but what of it? All men must die. All he asked was time. He had waited so long, surely the gods would grant him a few more years, enough time to see the boy he’d called a son seated on the Iron Throne. To reclaim his lands, his name, his honor. To still the bells that rang so loudly in his dreams whenever he closed his eyes to sleep.

Death, he knew, but slow. I still have time. A year. Two years. Five. Some stone men live for ten. Time enough to cross the sea, to see Griffin’s Roost again. To end the Usurper’s line for good and all, and put Rhaegar’s son upon the Iron Throne.

Connington cares much and more about how he's going to be remembered. This is the reason he tried to face Robert honorably in single combat and this is why he promises doom to Lord Varys:

The shame of the lie still stuck in his craw, but Varys had insisted it was necessary. “We want no songs about the gallant exile,” the eunuch had tittered, in that mincing voice of his. “Those who die heroic deaths are long remembered, thieves and drunks and cravens soon forgotten.”

Death had robbed him of his ears, his nose, and all his warmth. The smile remained, transformed into a glittering golden grin. All the skulls were grinning, even Bittersteel’s on the tall pike in the center. What does he have to grin about? He died defeated and alone, a broken man in an alien land. On his deathbed, Ser Aegor Rivers had famously commanded his men to boil the flesh from his skull, dip it in gold, and carry it before them when they crossed the sea to retake Westeros. His successors had followed his example. Jon Connington might have been one of those successors if his exile had gone otherwise. He had spent five years with the company, rising from the ranks to a place of honor at Toyne’s right hand. Had he stayed, it might well have been him the men turned to after Myles died, instead of Harry Strickland. But Griff did not regret the path he’d chosen. When I return to Westeros, it will not be as a skull atop a pole.

A cloth dragon swayed on poles amidst a cheering crowd . . . mother of dragons, slayer of lies . . .

What does a eunuch know of a man’s honor? Griff had gone along with the Spider’s scheme for the boy’s sake, but that did not mean he liked it any better. Let me live long enough to see the boy sit the Iron Throne, and Varys will pay for that slight and so much more. Then we’ll see who’s soon forgotten.

Because Varys the Spider dared to decide how Jon Connington must be remembered. But now Lord Jon Connington is ready to be remembered as a butcher if he must:

Men and boys, babes at the breast, noble knights and holy septons, pigs and whores, rats and rebels, he would have burned them all. When the fires guttered out and only ash and cinders remained, he would have sent his men in to find the bones of Robert Baratheon. Later, when Stark and Tully turned up with their host, he would have offered pardons to the both of them, and they would have accepted and turned for home with their tails between their legs.” He was not wrong, Jon Connington reflected, leaning on the battlements of his forebears. I wanted the glory of slaying Robert in single combat, and I did not want the name of butcher. So Robert escaped me and cut down Rhaegar on the Trident. “I failed the father,” he said, “but I will not fail the son.”

The tragedy isn't that their choice to go to Westeros alone have turned Daenerys against them as the second dance of the dragons, the Blacks versus the Greens reborn and the final Blackfyre rebellion. The tragedy is they were so close. History does not repeat itself exactly.

Despite what the fandom says about Quaithe of the Shadow prompting Daenerys to go against the mummer's dragon with prophecy, Daenerys literally forgets all about the kid and confuses the mummer's dragon with herself, which is the most funny and charming thing you could find her thinking in the spot in the narrative the fandom designated as "Daenerys is up in arms ready to go to war with the mummer's dragon." But she thinks to herself she might have married Aegon VI had he lived just as these guys choose to stop chasing the dragon's tail and decide to go to Westeros alone.

There would have been a sixth, but the Usurper's dogs had murdered her brother's son when he was still a babe at the breast. If he had lived, I might have married him. Aegon would have been closer to my age than Viserys. Dany had only been conceived when Aegon and his sister were murdered.

That's the tragedy, the road not taken. They were so close. She would have come to them in Volantis had they waited.

"As you say." Tyrion grinned. "If I were Volantene, and free, and had the blood, you'd have my vote for triarch, my lady." "I am no lady," the widow replied, "just Vogarro's whore. You want to be gone from here before the tigers come. Should you reach your queen, give her a message from the slaves of Old Volantis." She touched the faded scar upon her wrinkled cheek, where her tears had been cut away. "Tell her we are waiting. Tell her to come soon."

Farther on she came upon a feast of corpses. Savagely slaughtered, the feasters lay strewn across overturned chairs and hacked trestle tables, asprawl in pools of congealing blood. Some had lost limbs, even heads. Severed hands clutched bloody cups, wooden spoons, roast fowl, heels of bread. In a throne above them sat a dead man with the head of a wolf. He wore an iron crown and held a leg of lamb in one hand as a king might hold a scepter, and his eyes followed Dany with mute appeal.

Smiling, he seized his dragon, flew it across the board. "I hope Your Grace will pardon me. Your king is trapped. Death in four." The prince stared at the playing board. "My dragon—" "—is too far away to save you. You should have moved her to the center of the battle." "But you said—" "I lied. Trust no one. And keep your dragon close."

What Tyrion says with the cyvasse game is Aegon is going to lose if he does not move Daenerys to "the center of the battle."

King's Landing is called "the center" by GRRM himself when describing the designs of his world:

Well, of course, the two outlying ones — the things going on north of the Wall, and then there is Targaryen on the other continent with her dragons — are of course the ice and fire of the title, “A Song of Ice and Fire.” The central stuff — the stuff that’s happening in the middle, in King’s Landing, the capital of the seven kingdoms — is much more based on historical events, historical fiction.

Aegon is moving to King's Landing without the dragon piece.

“The demon road is death. We will lose half the company to desertion if we attempt that march, and bury half of those who remain beside the road. It grieves me to say it, but Magister Illyrio and his friends may have been unwise to put so much hope on this child queen.” No, thought Griff, but they were most unwise to put their hopes on you. And then Prince Aegon spoke. “Then put your hopes on me,” he said. “Daenerys is Prince Rhaegar’s sister, but I am Rhaegar’s son. I am the only dragon that you need.” Griff put a black-gloved hand upon Prince Aegon’s shoulder. “Spoken boldly,” he said, “but think what you are saying.” “I have,” the lad insisted. “Why should I go running to my aunt as if I were a beggar? My claim is better than her own. Let her come to me … in Westeros.”

Note how Griff here puts his black-gloved hand upon his purported son's shoulder just as Prince Aegon chooses the most unwise course of action. This is an omen of doom.

"Your death is with us now, my lord. Give me your hand." "My hand. What do you know of my hand?"

Jon Connington signs his letter to Dorne as "Hand of the True King", and Death spreads through his hand. His hand, and greyscale spreading through it, the very reason that made him accept this course, because time's running out for him to reclaim the dream. He is trying to reach the star he once failed to grasp, his green light, but what he brings to Westeros is death.

“Pirates and adventurers, we heard at first,” said Valena. “Then it was supposed to be the Golden Company. Now it’s said to be Jon Connington, the Mad King’s Hand, come back from the grave to reclaim his birthright. Whoever it is, Griffin’s Roost has fallen to them. Rain House, Crow’s Nest, Mistwood, even Greenstone on its island. All taken.”

And as I sat there brooding on the old, unknown world, I thought of Gatsby’s wonder when he first picked out the green light at the end of Daisy’s dock. He had come a long way to this blue lawn, and his dream must have seemed so close that he could hardly fail to grasp it. He did not know that it was already behind him, somewhere back in that vast obscurity beyond the city, where the dark fields of the republic rolled on under the night. Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that’s no matter—tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms further… And one fine morning— So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.

Prince Aegon Targaryen was not near as biddable as the boy Young Griff had been, however. The better part of an hour had passed before he finally turned up in the solar, with Duck at his side. “Lord Connington,” he said, “I like your castle.” “Your father’s lands are beautiful,” he said. His silvery hair was blowing in the wind, and his eyes were a deep purple, darker than this boy’s. “As do I, Your Grace. Please, be seated. Ser Rolly, we’ll have no further need of you for now.”

The foreshadowing of their defeat due to the dragon being too far away to save them is no different than the foreshadowing of King Stannis' defeat to Renly's ghost at Blackwater, doom equally straightforward and for a very precisely written reason:

Melisandre saw another day in her flames as well. A morrow where Renly rode out of the south in his green armor to smash my host beneath the walls of King's Landing. Had I met my brother there, it might have been me who died in place of him.

It is binding. King Stannis is indeed defeated by Lord Renly riding out of the south in his green armor to smash his host beneath the walls of King's Landing, or so it seemed.

They plunged through Stannis like a lance through a pumpkin, every man of them howling like some demon in steel. And do you know who led the vanguard? Do you? Do you? Do you?” “Robb?” It was too much to be hoped, but… “It was Lord Renly! Lord Renly in his green armor, with the fires shimmering off his golden antlers! Lord Renly with his tall spear in his hand! They say he killed Ser Guyard Morrigen himself in single combat, and a dozen other great knights as well. It was Renly, it was Renly, it was Renly! Oh! the banners, darling Sansa! Oh! to be a knight!”

Aegon's defeat shall be because he did not keep his dragon close, leaving Daenerys behind him in Essos, the girl thinking she might have married Aegon VI had he lived. Of course, Stannis did not die at Blackwater, so while the boy king may be doomed, the fake Rhaegar's son that he is, the young dragon, Jon Connington ironically despite his greyscale may still live long enough to meet the true Rhaegar reborn of the tale, his silver prince shining from afar.

Alone in the tent, as the gold and scarlet rays of the setting sun shone through the open flap, Jon Connington shrugged off his wolfskin cloak, slipped his mail shirt off over his head, settled on a camp stool, and peeled the glove from his right hand. The nail on his middle finger had turned as black as jet, he saw, and the grey had crept up almost to the first knuckle. The tip of his ring finger had begun to darken too, and when he touched it with the point of his dagger, he felt nothing. Death, he knew, but slow. I still have time. A year. Two years. Five. Some stone men live for ten. Time enough to cross the sea, to see Griffin's Roost again. To end the Usurper's line for good and all, and put Rhaegar's son upon the Iron Throne. Then Lord Jon Connington could die content.

She could smell home, she could see it, there, just beyond that door, green fields and great stone houses and arms to keep her warm, there. She threw open the door. "… the dragon …" And saw her brother Rhaegar, mounted on a stallion as black as his armor. Fire glimmered red through the narrow eye slit of his helm. "The last dragon," Ser Jorah's voice whispered faintly. "The last, the last." Dany lifted his polished black visor. The face within was her own.

[luxiomahariel]

Remembering the victims: Ashton Clatterbuck

To those who knew him, Ashton Clatterbuck was easy to describe: A magnetic personality with a big laugh and a quick wit. A voracious reader and fast marathon runner. A sharp writer and a tireless activist who sought out injustice and called for change. “He has touched so many lives for good in his short life,” said his mother, Malinda Clatterbuck. “I cannot express how much our hearts hurt. His smile was contagious, and his positivity brought sunlight to so many hurting.” “Ash was an incredible human being who made all of our lives brighter by virtue of knowing him. May his memory be a blessing.” said Democratic state Rep. Izzy Smith Wade-El, who represents Lancaster and led the vigil. “It was very moving, just to see how many people were there, just to see how many people’s lives were touched by Ash,” said Rupp. Rupp, a transgender man who serves as music minister at Vision of Hope Metropolitan Community Church in Mountville, said it’s important for transgender people “to show up and make ourselves seen.” “He was not a tortured soul,” she said. “He was a ray of light. If he was tortured, it’s because our culture has created a world in which people like Ash are not welcome.”

https://lancasteronline.com/news/local/lancaster-mourns-death-of-ash-clatterbuck-young-transgender-man-who-called-for-love/article_1ac293ca-d81f-11ee-957f-1b8356977d8f.html

Saddened to report the death of another young person. Ashton Myles Clatterbuck recently died in the early hours of February 27, 2024 at the age of twenty-two. The cause was death by suicide. Ashton was from Lancaster County.

https://www.pghlesbian.com/2024/03/asking-why-four-young-trans-people-have-died-by-suicide-in-lancaster-pa/

National Suicide Prevention Lifeline: 1-800-273-8255

The Trevor Project: (866) 488-7386

Trans Lifeline: (877) 565-8860

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[absurdmorningglory]

The two sisters smile softly as their friends leave their dorm room after a fun night of hanging out. The friends completely unaware what will happen almost the instant the door is shut. The older sister barely waits to hear the door click shut before she pins her sister to the wall, passionately kissing her.

"I waited so long for this, I thought they'd never leave," the big sister says, brushing her long hair aside as it's getting in the way. "I wanted to jump on you and do this hours ago."

"We can't do this when anyone's around..." The little sister giggles. "Didn't you have fun?"

The younger sister is happy to have her older sister so ravenous, the two about to spend another night indulging in their secret love, but they had been spending time with their closest friends who'd they'd traveled so far with, and the younger sister wanted to make sure that wasn't neglected either.

"I did have fun, but..." The older sister bites her sister's shoulder. "I really need you."

The two move to big sister's bed, the lower bunk. The younger sister rocks back and forth excitedly, stripping out of her pajamas as her big sister does the same, rolling a condom onto her pulsing girlcock.

Big sister returns to the bed, lining herself up with her sister's entrance. Soon the two are linked again, and nothing else in the world matters. They have to be quiet to avoid any prefects walking by hearing, but the two still give into their deepest desires, the incredible pleasure only enhanced by the risks.

"I wish you didn't have to wear it," the younger sister moans as her big sis drives into her.

"I know, but it's dangerous...so..."

Big sister goes faster imagining what it'd be like to do this raw, and it pushes her to an early climax. The two take a moment to cuddle and recover, before the younger sister says,

"You can do more than just that tonight, right?"

Her teasing tone sets her big sis over the edge, and she rushes to grab more condoms.

[hopeinthebox]

how do u curate your playlists? they're so good (listening to the glen powell one rn lol)

dearest anon, please know you've made my entire summer with this ask <3333 (here's the playlist in question)

now while i recognise you probably weren't looking for a legitimate breakdown of the process here, you've inspired me to take a deep dive, and i'm prone to getting carried away (and yes, i read high fidelity recently and rewatched the film and the series. but i'm sure that has nothing to do with it). so here goes, under the cut:

Lizzy's Guide to the Delicate Art of Making a Playlist

#1 - What's the Point?

There has to be a theme or mood or connecting thread for the playlist. That being said, as long as it makes sense to you, you've pretty much got this covered.

What's the story? Is it based on a mood, an event, a time in your life, a person, a character, a genre, an era, etc. etc. There's plenty to choose from, so there's plenty of playlists to be made. Go crazy, get weird with it.

(In this example, the overarching theme is: Glen Powell Hot (Twisters Edn.) with a sub-theme, if you will: Country Music for Beginners.)

#2 - Song Selection

Once the theme is set, I gather a few tracks that spring to mind immediately. In this instance:

• Why'd You Come In Here Lookin' Like That - Dolly Parton

• Cowboy Take Me Away - The Chicks

• Country's Cool Again - Lainey Wilson

All of these are fairly self-explanatory if you have been caught up in the Twisters press tour at all recently. No further comment.

From here I flesh out the ~general vibelist~ with more tracks, some classics and some deep cuts. I'm cross-referencing my own musical knowledge, previous playlists, spotify mixes (god forgive me, the occasional algorithm picks), and other user's Powell playlists (topgun-heavy, but you certainly can't blame them).

#3 - Order Matters

There's got to be some sort of flow to the playlist front to back, unless your theme is audio whiplash, for example.

Now here I am a devout follower of the High Fidelity rules, which are as follows:

Track 1 - Open with a killer - sets the tone, gets people invested

(Here, Lady Gaga's You And I ~ it's a banger, and it's country enough to get away with. Can't bring out the banjo prematurely, we'll lose people)

Track 2 - Bring it up a notch - let them know we're just getting started

(Alannah Myles, Black Velvet ~ country-ing it up a notch but staying firmly in the mainstream, because again, we don't want to scare anyone)

Track 3 - Cool it down - now we're settling in

(Chris Stapleton ft. Dua Lipa - I Think I'm In Love With You ~ Dua keeps us firmly rooted in the crowd pleasers, and we can sneak in some Stapleton)

N.B. There is a rule here that I don't abide by, the "only one track per artist" - there's three dolly tracks in this lineup alone and i stand by all of them. Provided you're not adding an entire album or two, I think you can get away with it.

Anyway, this three-track run fires us into a classic (Islands In The Stream) which melts into Tyler Childers and suddenly we're knee deep in Kentucky and you didn't even know it.

The trick is to not overthink it, which is always easier said than done. Ordering only has to make sense to you from start to finish. This journey's gotta go somewhere - throw in a few peaks and troughs, and the songs are just connecting the dots along the way.

#4 - As Does Shuffle-ability

Now, having said all that, I feel like this is a safe space to admit I am a chronic shuffler, so a degree of shuffle-ability is required.

All this means is that your underlying theme is evident throughout. Any wildcards are going to make sense wherever they pop up.

With this one, the thread of country through all of these tracks is what ties the theme together (saving a horse). There are some classics (Faith Hill, Willie Nelson), soul-heavy tracks (Secret Sisters, Leon Bridges), and and few more pop-adjacent (Haim, Ashe) but they've all got that twang - so it's shuffle proof.

#5 - Points for Presentation

A good cover, title and description can offset a multitude of sins. Don't underestimate the power of presentation.

Duration comes into play here also, where anything shorter than half an hour feels like it has nowhere to go, but over three hours feels insurmountable. Unless you're going for a compilation, year in your life playlist, or some background low-fi stuff, keep it tight.

And there you have it folks, my (lengthy) guide to playlist curation. Final note, don't love it and leave it. If you come across something new, jostle things around to get it in. Similarly, if something doesn't fit anymore, toss it. The beauty of the modern mixtape is you can edit it as little or as often as you like.

If you made it this far, I'm personally sending you a little kiss on the forehead. And to the anon who inspired this article of a response, I can only apologise. MWAH

[truly-sincerely]

In Snakehead, Ash tells Alex that John Rider's favorite drink was Black Velvet (Champagne and Guinness). I've been listening to Black Velvet (Alannah Myles) while working on the extraction flashback. I don't like giving Horowitz credit for much, but I'm pretty sure the association was intentional.

White Lightnin' bound to drive you wild Mama's baby's in the heart of every school girl "Love Me Tender" leaves 'em cryin' in the aisle The way he moved, it was a sin, so sweet and true Always wanting more, he'd leave you longing for

Black velvet and that little boy's smile Black velvet and that slow southern style A new religion that'll bring ya to your knees Black velvet if you please

Every word of every song that he sang was for you In a flash he was gone, it happened so soon What could you do?

[normallyxstranger]

All places and organizations are fictitious, or used in a fictitious manner. Information is not complete and is a constant work-in-progress. Photos are approximations.

Pertains to the following characters:

Mara Foster

Andy Foster

Vinnie Foster

Neoma Myles

Embers & Ashes is an occult shop co-owned by Mara and Andy. Vinnie and Neoma work at the shop part-time. The shop was purchased with the money Andy inherited after Victor's death. Shortly after she turned 21, Andy and her mother opened the shop and have been in business ever since.

The shop has a modest storefront, with tables and shelves displaying all manner of occult, New Age, magical, and pagan items. The touristy things remain up front (crystal balls, tarot decks, novelty crystals) on crowded tables. Books and various items are shelved against the left wall, while the right wall has the checkout counter, a glass case of jewelry and more expensive talismans, artifacts, and such under lock and key. Directly behind the counter are jars and bottles of herbs, spices, potions, spell ingredients., and teas.

Toward the back are shelves of books, figurines, novelties, and other merchandise. At the very back of the store is the backroom, which holds extra stock, furniture, and a restful place for the witches to take breaks. A small kitchenette allows them to brew tea and cook small meals. There's an array of teas and cookies. The mini fridge is always stocked with drinks. A small kitchen table, two folding chairs, and a comfy cot fill out the backroom, making it crowded but cozy.

Finally, the back door leads to the alley where deliveries are made and trash is taken out... unless you know the door's secret--It's a door-portal used for quick travel between other door-portals, or pocket dimensions. Vinnie often uses it to access her magical garden. Mostly, the door is used to access a storage room where the darkest, most dangerous, and taboo books and items are kept.

No one can access the door-portal without knowing the lock enchantments, to keep unsuspecting folks from accidentally entering.

[arctic-space-penguin]

KAT!!!!!

Angel - Frankly, if you're close enough to me, I'd do anything for you, and believe me, there are quite a few of those people (mostly online bc irl people suck /lh)

Galaxy - many things! Sometimes I go down on mental trips to the darkest parts imagining what will happen when I die! Like, will I become an entirely new person? WHAT WILL HEAVEN LOOK LIKE?! WHAT ETERNAL TORMENT WOULD YOU FEEL IF YOU GO TO HELL?! OH NO IT'S HAPPENING AGA-- *shatters like a phone screen*

Melody - As in song artists?: Henrik, Shaboozey, Loving Caliber, Avicii, Twenty One Pilots, P!nk, Mother Mother, AJR, TV Girl, Maroon 5, Olivia Rodrigo, Benson Boone, Ed Sheeran, Post Malone, Myles Smith, Imagine Dragons, Sabrina Carpenter, One Direction, Lorde, Lana Del Rey, Dua Lipa, MARINA, Arctic Monkeys, Gracie Abrams, Lewis Capaldi, Niall Horan, lovelytheband, Billie Eilish, Derivakat, Ava Max, Halsey, Alec Benjamin, Zara Larsson, Elijah N, half•alive, Sasha Alex Sloan, Sara Bareilles, and Chloe Adams. But if we're talking about drawing/painting artists, then I know four guys I'm sure you've heard of while reading about the Renaissance, I bet you'll never guess who

Film - YOU SHOULD'VE SAID OTHER THAN TMNT HAHA LOOPHOLE /j!! MUTANT MAYHEM IS PEAK CINEMA NGL

Dream - OH NO YOU CAUGHT ME-- uh, in all seriousness though, max eightish hours on weekends depending on how late i can get myself to stay up (like yesterday I stayed up until one am (remember the 'is water wet' argument? yeah, that was at one am) and woke up seven hours later at eight am), but on weekdays when I have school it probably goes up to like ten or eleven hours or something, however many hours from ten pm to six/seven am is...

Perfume - BOOKS! RIGHT WHEN YOU WALK INTO A STAPLES!!

Ocean - sometimes I do with my family during the summer yeah. Visited cousins, things like that lol

Daydream - um... hm... I don't believe I have a favorite memory unfortunately...

Joy - does laughing over your friend saying you can't inhale coke count?? (like, really laughing. bent over and everything, it was great)

Parchment - WARRIOR CATS FOREVEEEEERRRRRR!!! and also any actually interesting crime book to ever exist. OH AND THE UH... SHOOT WHAT'S IT CALLED UM... OH THE HEROES OF OLYMPUS SERIES!! (i gotta reread and finish that one...) OH WAIT THE FIREBORN SERIES I'VE ONLY READ THE FIRST BOOK OF BC I DIDN'T KNOW THERE WERE MORE UNTIL SOME MONTHS AGO TOO!! AND-- AND UH THE ASH PRINCESS TRILOGY I ALSO TOTALLY HAVEN'T ONLY READ THE FIRST BOOK OF!! AND THE WILD ROBOT TRILOGY!

Sweater - BAGGY! GIMME ALL YOUR OVERSIZED SWEATSHIRTS OR I'LL BE AT YOUR WINDOW AT THREE AM

1975 - I would go to the past just get myself into tmnt earlier and/or get myself to never stop being into it so that I could potentially join this misfit Tumblr family we got going on much earlier as well (did that make sense?)

OFC THAT'S FINE

My favorite fanfic ever? I've read so many good ones tho...

I guess I can say my favorite of mine that you've seen would have to be Attempted Murder

But a favorite that you haven't seen would be a wip of Hope and Mikey getting sent Japan after a haywire portal (yes, def, it's totally not just the idea and scenes I have for it that I love)

@kitkatthekitkatkat

[deanwinchesterswitch]

Playlist on Shuffle

I was tagged by @princessmisery666 in this post.

Shuffle a playlist and share the top ten.

I shuffled my Run To You playlist.

If I Ever Saw Heaven ~ Roan Ash

Heavy Heart ~ Jamestown Revival

Start of Something Good ~ Daughtry

Dust to Dust ~ The Civil Wars

Let It Be Me ~ Ray LaMontagne

Endlessly ~ Green River Ordinance

When You Love Someone ~ Bryan Adams

This Fire ~ Sawyer Fredericks

I Will Love You ~ David Myles

Thank You For Loving Me ~ Bon Jovi

@thoughtslikeaminefield @rizlowwritessortof @deaneverafter and anyone else who would like to play.

[wolfwhisperertf]

Ashwyn “Rook” Thorne

⬇️ Character Info ⬇️

Age at the start of their game: 21 years old

Gender: Fem-Nonbinary (they/them)

Sexual orientation: Pansexual 

Race: Elf

Class: Spellblade

Height: 5’3”

Weight: 120 lbs

Eyes: Blue and amber heterochromia.

Hair color/texture: Long straight ash blonde hair.

Skin Tone: Tanned skin with large patches of vitiligo. 

Do they tan or freckle?: They have scattered freckles/moles but burn where they have vitiligo. 

Distinctive physical characteristics: Claw scars over right eye, from a blighted bear. Random scars from exploring, fighting darkspawn and other creatures all over their body. They have large griffin wing tattoos down both arms and a full mural of the warden joining down their left leg. After the double blighted dragon fight they ask Bellara to help finish their vallaslin, they only had June’s neck part before then. 

Personality type: (INFJ-T) Advocate

Optimist, pessimist, or realist?: Optimist

Best traits: Loyalty and Diplomacy 

Worst flaws: Unwavering confidence in others but always doubts themself

Songs that suit them?: My Home - Myles Smith

Favorite color: White

Favorite animal: Halla and Griffins

Taste in clothing: Fortune Castoff & Garb of Kinship

How do they feel about mage rights?: As a mage themself and growing up among free mages means they really don’t see the point in circle towers. 

How do they feel about the other races of Thedas?: As an elf who was partially named after a human, has a crazy dwarven uncle and made the Arishok smile as a baby, they are pretty accepting of all races.

Are they religious?: Not particularly, they have very similar beliefs to Davrin. They grew up learning about the Maker and Creators but saw religious text as history mixed with legend. 

Favorite food: Halla Stew

Relationship with their parents: Good, they’re parents are protective but not overbearing. Eirwen and Zevran Mahariel love their kid and helped Ashwyn figure out the person they wanted to be, not what they expected them to be. Plus Eirwen gave up their position as Warden Commander of Ferelden when Ashwyn started showing signs of being a mage. Eirwen’s whole search for the cure to the calling was in the hope to see her kid and partner grow old together. 

Siblings (outside of canon): They are a single child, miracle baby really but Ashwyn always considered Kerian their older brother. 

Best friend(s): Kerian, Evka & Viago 

(they consider all their companions somewhere between family and bff)

Companion(s) they get along best with: Taash, Lace & Bellara

Companion(s) they get along worst with: Neve but only because of the whole destroyed Minrathous thing. They eventually work it out and Ashwyn becomes Neve’s go to contact if she thinks her job is about to become a huge mess. 

Companion(s) from other games in the series you wish they could meet, and why: Wynne, mostly because they are named after her. (the best spirit possessed mage in the series) I also think they would match Carver’s energy perfectly… enough that Spite gets protective.

Romanced: Lucanis & Davrin (can’t decide so they get both :3)

Relationship status as of the end of Veilguard: Complicated lol, (Throuple + Spite) Davrin, Rook and Lucanis are fully devoted to each other. Davrin never fully accepts Spite but he trusts Lucanis, Lucanis eventually starts to see Spite as one of those annoying friends that you love to death but constantly have to parent and Spite loves Ashwyn but doesn’t care about or understand physical intimacy, though midnight cuddles are great.

Are there any songs that particularly suit their romance?: That’s So True - Gracie Abrams

What are they like as a romantic partner?: Super loyal and protective but also just acts like a best friend that demands kisses when you get too close. I don’t really see Ashwyn ever getting jealous either because Davrin was smitten from the start and Lucanis usually doesn’t realize when even his partners are flirting with him (he gets better with practice). 

Do they enjoy cuddling?: Yes, there are countless times that Davrin has to try and whittle around Ash as they try to crawl into his lap. Plus, Lucanis and Ashwyn’s favorite reading position looks like a two person prestal and only they know how comfortable it is. 

Do they want children?: Maybe? They like kids but never really thought of themself as a parent. I see Davrin as wanting kids but Lucanis is sort of scared of being a father because of his own harsh childhood. Ashwyn had top and bottom surgery so they can’t get pregnant but there are plenty of orphans among the Grey Wardens and Crows. 

Do they (now or eventually) have children?: Yep, it’s several years after veilguard (Ash is 26) but they end up adopting five children in total. Finn and Ella, twin elves that lost their parents to darkspawn. Nico and Maria, fledglings of the Dellamorte house that needed a family more than a home. And Scout, a qunari kid that tried to steal from Ashwyn but got a family instead.

Can they cook?: Yes but they are better at baking. 

Can they sing/play an instrument?: No but that doesn’t stop them from humming Elven and Antivan lullabies to themself and later to their kids. 

Are they a good dancer? If not, do they do it anyway?: Ashwyn really isn't a spontaneous dancer but they pull a full blown Cinderella moment with Lucanis when he has to attend his first official First Talon party. Turns out Ashwyn used to dance with Zevran a lot because focusing on their steps would calm their anxiety.  

Do they have any creative hobbies?: Drawing; growing up Ashwyn traveled a lot and while alone at camp they would often draw the landscapes, villages and animals around them. Vorgoth and Viago eventually end up with some of their best artworks. 

Any martial training beyond their main weapon?: Ashwyn is actually really skilled with a bow. There is a moment sometime in the future where Davrin thinks he’s about to have one of those romantic teaching them how to shoot moments and Ashwyn plays along until they pull a robin hood. 

Languages spoken: Common (english), Elvish, Ander (german?) & Antivan (spanish/italian)

Any other unique skills they'd like us to know about?: Morrigan was the one who taught Ashwyn the most about magic and eventually teaches them how to turn into a raven.