#tuff construct

[banicraft]

I'm gonna miss you, Mob Vote (,: Loved meeting every single one of these guys

[thedeafprophet]

I would say the fact that the Devs specifically used 'architect' of the dawn machine for June to mean something, but then again they also don't know the difference between a translator and an interpreter so I'm not gonna look to into it

[ahqkas]

Could you do making gingerbread houses and decorating gingerbread men with the batfam

♯ SWEET TOOTH ( the batboys decorating gingerbread with you ! )

— gn!reader, dick & jason & tim ( separated ), fluff, kinda shorter than i wanted it to be 😣

© ahqkas — all rights reserved. even when credited, these works are prohibited to be reposted, translated or modified

. . . DICK GRAYSON !

THE FAINT SCENT OF CINNAMON AND ORANGE LINGERED IN THE AIR as you and your boyfriend stood by the kitchen counter, the place messy and full of bowls that contained colorful sprinkles. bags of candy sat nearby, waiting to be used but you ignored them for now. a half-constructed gingerbread house held all your attention at this moment.

its brown walls were slightly leaning to the opposite side and all you could do was to watch your boyfriend and his poor attempts at fixing the mess. ‘a little frosting will fix that’, he’d told you, and you gave him a nod of understanding, but you thought otherwise. it was funny, though, watching him struggle and slowly come to the realization that he wasn’t so right after all.

“you’ve got to trust the process, babe,” dick’s grin was big and full of trust as he smoothed a glob of white icing along the edges of the gingerbread walls.

“the process looks like it’s about to collapse. you sure you don’t need reinforcements?” you poked one of those walls with your fingertip, ignoring the way his eyes shifted to glare slightly at you. you knew you were cheeky.

“your lack of faith wounds me. i’m excellent in this, okay? a gingerbread architect. i’ve got this completely under control.”

you had to bite back a laugh because as soon as those words left his lips, the build of the whole gingerbread house wobbled, dangerously close to falling apart. dick’s skilled hands and long fingers moved to support his creation before he gave up and let the house fall into a big pile of sweets.

his blue eyes avoided yours when a little laugh slipped out of you, hands moving to wrap around his arm as you shook with moment. your boyfriend looked absolutely defeated, it was adorable on him.

“that’s how your control looks like?” the teasing remark came naturally between the two of you. you scooped a bit of the white icing of his crashed house and wiped it along his cheek, making a mess out of his pretty face.

. . . JASON TODD !

YOUR WHOLE KITCHEN SMELLED LIKE CHRISTMAS. warm scent of wine filled the air along with cinnamon and vanilla, tickling your nose in the right way. the kitchen was a certified mess. the counters were covered with bowls of colorful icing, sparkles, and candies in all shapes and sizes. a playlist consisting of christmas songs that tim had created for you was playing on loop the entire time from your phone in the corner, though the occasional crackle of the fire from the living room softened the atmosphere you’d created with your boyfriend.

speaking of him, jason stood by the edge of your kitchen island, long sleeves of his fitting shirt pushed up past his elbows, while he clutched a half-decorated gingerbread man in one hand and a bag of icing in the other. he looked so out of place but at the same time, he didn’t. his black shirt was dusted with a smattering of flour, and a streak of red icing lined his forearm where he’d clearly brushed it against one of those gingerbread men. the white tuff of his hair fell against his brow while he concentrated with his lips slightly pursed. the tip of his tongue barely poke out to lick the corners of his mouth from time to time.

your handsome jay.

“you’re taking this way to seriously,” you pointed out gently yet in a teasing tone from beside him, watching as he clothed the gingerbread man in a blue suit.

jason raised one eyebrow at your words, glancing at your own cookie in your hands. “yours looks like it fell face down into the bowl of sprinkles.”

“well, look at his little scarf.”

“it’s a blob of frosting, baby. you might need to pick up glasses.”

you staled yourself for any more remarks, although playful fights with your boyfriend never failed to lift up your mood. it was your thing, something that grew out of the roots in your relationship. the gingerbread man you were tasked to decorate now lay forgotten on the counter as you watched jason with all your attention, eyes following the movements of his skilled hands and fingers.

he started adding ridiculous details to his gingerbread man—a bird symbol on of their little chests, another with with red eyes and sharp canines for teeth. the resemblance was there and all you could do was laugh more.

“that’s supposed to be dick. and demon spawn.”

“you’re making fun of your brothers through cookies?”

“it’s therapeutic.”

. . . TIM DRAKE !

YOUR BOYFRIEND HAD INSISTED ON STARTING WITH COOKIES EARLIER THIS YEAR. something about wanting it to be perfect and neat, like it in his opinion should be. you’d laughed, thinking it was just an excuse to get more into the christmas spirit, but after you agreed and saw how focused he was on the task at his hand, you realized he’d meant every single word he said.

he stood at the dining table, sleeves rolled up to avoid making any further mess while he hummed a gentle note of what suspiciously sounded like a christmas carol. his brows were furrowed in concentration, the flour smudge on his cheek only highlighting the focus as he squeezed the piping bag. he carefully applied red frosting to the edge of his gingerbread man’s hoodie with his tongue poking out past his lips. you worked beside him, although less focused in your approach. you saw this activity as a sort of fun evening with him, while tim seemed to treat it like an opportunity to perfect himself.

you grew curious of his work the more he covered it from you. it was meant to be a subtle movement, but the way he turned his back to you more and more was getting suspicious. you leaned in slightly to peek at what he was doing, expecting to see his gingerbread man perfected to the dot, because of course it would be. instead, you saw something that both warmed your heart and tickled your sense of humor.

the first of his gingerbread man adorned a red hoodie with blue sprinkles for eyes and a tiny crooked smile that somehow made the cookie look exactly like your boyfriend. beside it lay a second gingerbread figure—this one wearing a pale yellow sweater, complimented with colorful candy buttons, and a neat swirl of icing for hair that unmistakably matched yours.

“tim. what are you working on there?”

your boyfriend stiffed upon the sound of your voice and the teasing edge that came with it. he was in deep before he could even speak up in his defense.

“uhhh, nothing.”

“nothing, huh? so these two aren’t supposed to be us?”

you watched as his ears turned red, and he scratched the back of his neck with his free hand, glancing at you sheepishly. “okay, fine, maybe they are us. but you don’t have to make a big deal out of it.”

“timothy jackson drake, this is adorable. you even gave me candy buttons. i am making a big deal out of this.”

it was such a small thing, but it made you feel huge feelings. no matter how quiet or closeted tim could be, things like these—where his actions spoke louder than his words ever could—reminded you how deeply he really cared. and as you nudged yourself into his arms, enveloping both of you into warmth and more flour, you felt the same sparkles blooming in your heart.

christmas with him was always magical.

[ghostbsuter]

Water drips down in the corner, the steady dop drop drop— does wonders for the bat.

Batman has been taken, tied up, and undressed of his utility belt. It takes him a second to figure out who took him, by the large but empty and run down warehouse, the sound of the shore not far away.

The docks. He shuffles, bound and comm off.

Then, the steel enforced door slams open and Joker enters.

"Batsy!" He calls, overjoyed. The man walks to the bound vigilante and crouches to his height.

"It's been so long, hasn't it been?"

The vigilante grunts. "Joker."

"Today will be different." He goes on, "today, we have," the crime Prince drums his fingers on Batman's thigh. "A guest!"

He freezes at that, Joker has a civilian.

(Oracle sends out the message, her voice firm, and the coords are shared to the rest of the clan in seconds as she looks at her monitor. Batman's red dot at the harbour bright.)

"I'm a guest now?" The voice of a child asks, it brings slight confusion that the boy wasn't tied nor harmed in any way.

It's relief that he seems okay, but the danger of standing next to the Joker has Batman wiggling in his restrains.

"Is that a promotion or demotion for son?"

A brief look of annoyance enters Joker before being smoothed out, the boy is dealing with a delicate time bomb. Uncomfortably close to the madman.

(He hurries in the process of breaking free.)

"My son! My blood!" Sings the clown, throwing his hands around the boy's shoulders and prancing around.

Which brings another question.

Son?

Cool lighting hits the boy's head and the tuffs of pink, blue and green become more obvious, hidden beneath black hair previously.

Joker and Harley have a child. A son.

He will visit harley later. The boy comes first.

"Dante! Danyal! Daniel?" Joker croons, shaking the boy. "What was it again?" He stops, turning his son toward him with a grin.

(Robin drops down behind him, hiding, katana ready to be swung.)

"Danny, actually," the child— Danny– shrugs off the hands and steps back. Unflinching from the judging stare, simply waving off the hands creeping to his throat.

"Danny," the name is tested, and the Prince of Crime hums to himself. "We can always replace it as Joker Jr! It fits you better than Danny."

(Red Robin and Spoiler get on position above them, ready to pounce from the construction pillars.)

"Yeah, I don't know about that." He chuckles nervous, catching Batman's eyes and—

His eyes alone scream of fear, scared– scared—!!

"We will get you an acid flower, a new suit as well, the hoodie looks horrible on you." The man notes, humming.

"I prefer hammers." Danny replies with tense shoulders.

Joker clicks his tongue, "You always went after your mother." he hisses, outright glaring at his son now. His hand tightened around the crowbar he'd gathered not long ago.

"I mean," he hesitates, eye trailing off the Joker and over his shoulder. "I did come out of her."

The sound of a loaded gun shatters the silence, and Joker is pulling Danny, switching their positions and pushing him right in front of the gun in Red Hood's hand.

"Always a coward, hiding behind others, aren't you." Danny stops himself from squealing. That's the Red Hood!

(Escrima sticks light up with electricity as Red Hood speaks.)

Joker is ticked off, party ruined and surrounded now that he looks around.

Oh well, he can get his son on his villain path another day.

Cackling, he evades the escrimas, dodging the wonder boy and evading the twin attacks from above.

He pulls out a trigger and presses the bright red Button.

"Have fun bats and birds!"

The warehouse is completely flooded with fear gas, scarecrow wouldn't be mad he sacrificed one of his warehouses, will he?

It's all blurry. In one moment, his view is shrouded, and he's coughing. In another, he gets picked up and brought outside, the Joker gone.

An oxygen mask is placed on him by a paramedic, being handed off to an ambulance that had been called.

Peeking around, he sees Red Hood (!) still lingering around. Danny catches his eye and with a wave, the man is walking towards him.

He simply crosses his arms and tilts his head, waiting.

"Could I get a picture?" Danny blurts out, flushing after and coughing, holding the oxygen mask in his lap.

Red Hood makes a show of his shoulder sagging before crouching down and leaning toward him.

Later, Danny will look at the picture with a boyish grin, crooked and charming.

.・゜-: ✧ :-

A continuation

[talesofberk]

Dragon racing !!

After the angst filled journey from the last story. It's time we switch back to fluff, hope you enjoy !! Word count:1.4K

Berk was getting ready for it's annual dragon racing competition. The villagers were getting the seats, nets and everything set up. You and Eclipse were a tad bit puzzled by the construction over the past couple days.

"Don't think those nets are for catching water" You joked slightly, getting a slight unamused huff from Eclipse. "Oh come on that was good."

"Are you kidding ??" Tuffnut came out from who the hell knows where. "That's NOT for catching water."

"Yeah !!" His twin poked up from your other side. They got to be real menaces around this time. "It's for dragon racing, duh."

"Dragon racing ??" You raised an eyebrow.

"Oh right, newbie" Tuff rolled his eyes.

"Dragon racing is a bit of a tradition here" Hiccup chimed in, decked out in red and black face paint. He gave the twins a look of "give them some space" sometimes they can never take a hint. The twins dragon Barf and Belch moved on in boredom which made them chase after them.

"It's a competition we usually have around during the warmer months"

"Cool, who's won the most ??" You were starting to get interested.

"Ah, well... It's usually Astrid, I do have a few wins under my belt but she is the clear competition" He rubbed his neck sheepishly.

Hiccup could see it in your eyes, from what he told you, you wanted to participate in the competition. But despite Eclipse being mostly healed, you wanted to keep him on the ground for a couple more days just to be safe. He made a soft noise, as if content to stay for now.

"You could give it a go, you just need a ride"

But who would lend you their dragon for the afternoon ?? It wasn't until you felt the other night fury nuzzle into your hand and made a few excited noises as if to say he will join you.

"Seems like you have your ride" Hiccup smiled a little, Toothless gave you his smile as well.

"Thanks" You gently patted him in appreciation.

"Now, we gotta get you looking the part" Hiccup said before the twins overheard.

"We got the paint ready, don't you worry" Ruff tried not to snicker before hiccup took the paint from their hands.

"I'll do it"

"You're no fun" Tuff shook his head in disappointment as the twins moved on, muttering about him being a joy killer.

"Sorry ??" Hiccup could only shrug.

He turned to back, pulling you aside and got the paint ready.

"You'll do great, just trust Toothless and you'll work great together" He reassured.

"I will" You closed your eyes, letting him apply the paint onto your face. Once it was done, he gave Toothless a couple of marks and ruffled his fins gently. "Go get 'em, bud" Toothless rumbled and looked at you, determined.

"Let's do it" You nodded.

The midday sun covered the track as the villagers gathered into their seats, including Stoick and Hiccup, who got their own special front row seats, sort of like VIP. You made your way to the starting point, making sure the pedal hiccup replaced worked with his tail.

"Perfect" You gently tilted the pedal and saw the tail perfectly move with it, soon Snoutlout joined next to you, cocky as ever.

"Well, well. Look who's here to lose" He teased, leaning on hookfang's horn casually.

"Say's muscles for brain" You looked up, smirking at him.

"Muscles are always better" He flexed his biceps as Astrid landed next to him. "Astrid, check what I can do with my pecs" He tried to flaunt.

She ignored him, turning to you and mouthing "Take him down" You nodded before the twins and Fishlegs took their place, and Gobber helped explain the rules again, mainly for you.

"You will have five rounds. Each sheep is worth a set amount of points, the most points come from the black sheep that will only be launched on the final lap. Understood ??" He looked at you all.

Everyone nodded and they all got into position for the countdown. Toothless got ready, lowering himself slightly and opened his wings.

"3.... 2.... 1 !!" Gobber gave the signal, Toothless made sure you were holding on before shooting off. The others bottlenecked behind you, cheers ran around as the crowd watched you all take flight. Hiccup and Stoick being your loudest cheerleaders.

The first round began, and you locked in on the ground, looking for the sheep with targets painted on. The twins swept ahead of you and zoomed down through the buildings, snatching up a sheep "Hah !!"

You frowned a little before getting back into it, eventually finding one and launching to the ground. "Come on..." But before Toothless could get his talons on it, Hookfang swung by and took it. making you fall off toothless and onto the dirt.

"What the ??" You rubbed the dirt off your face, looking up.

"Hey y/n, bye y/n" He wagged his fingers and Hookfang huffed, carrying the sheep and keeping it close and everyone else away. You rushed back onto Toothless and launched back into the sky, catching up with the others.

The 4 rounds went by, and you weren't doing too good, you only had 1, Fishlegs had 2, the twins had 3 combined, and Astrid and Snotlout were tied with 4. You were starting to lose confidence in the race, but Toothless kept encouraging you, the two could still win this.

You didn't even register a horn, signalling that the black sheep was about to be launched. Gobber loaded the catapult and placed the black sheep in. "Have a nice flight" He saluted while the sheep bleated, almost as if begging to not be launched. He shrugged and pulled the lever, launching the sheep into the air.

All of the dragons noticed the horn and were immediately on alert, Stormfly in particular getting the jump onto it. You circled around the seats and heard Hiccup yelling.

"Y/n, The sheep !!" He called out, making you look around and see it launched up.

"The black sheep... Come on !!" You pressed on the pedal, zooming past everyone.

Stormfly almost got her talons onto it, but stopped as something flew up right in front of her, snatching the sheep. Astrid gasped and watched you pass, but she couldn't help but smile a little. Toothless looked down and smiled at the two.

Snotlout frowned and began to zoom toward you as you reached the nets. You looked behind, seeing him starting to catch up.

"No, we're so close" You frowned as the nets grew closer and closer. Toothless glanced back only briefly, then ahead. Shooting like a bullet to the net. Hookfang snarled as they approached, practically breathing on toothless's back.

You then crazily unbuckled yourself. The crowd gasped as you jumped off toothless briefly. He quickly flipped around and tossed the sheep towards you. Grabbing it, you slam dunked it into your net. Pressing a foot on the lid and closing it as you jumped off, landing back on toothless.

The crowd began to cheer, and you realised you had won the game. You smiled... and a bit wider... then even wider. "YEAH !!!" You raised your fists in victory, toothless letting out a victory roar.

HIccup and Stoick clapped and cheered from the stands. Snotlout and the twins immediately sulked. Fishlegs never really wins, so he's used to it, but he's a good sport about it. Astrid was happy. She wasn't mad to lose to you, not with that look on your face.

Toothless steered to the podium, once taking your place he happily licked you continuously.

"Stohohop" You giggled, the first time since arriving on berk... where you were truly happy.

Hiccup joined you and told you a last-minute fact about night furies. "Yeah... That doesn't wash out" He chuckled, settling toothless down.

"What ??" You got up and tried to flick some saliva off, but it was sticky and slimy. "Oh gross !!" You continued to try, but it was no use, toothless made a laugh.

Your disgust didn't last long as Stoick scooped you up onto his shoulder, like a proud father. "We have our winner !!" He called out and the crowd cheered louder. Looking up, he smiled at you. "Hiccup and Astrid might have some competition now"

You smiled wider as you looked out to the village, you felt... at home.

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[alicenotalice]

As far as rocks go, tuff is actually quite soft

It’s relatively easy to carve into, and for that reason has been used as a construction material throughout history

Many a safe dwelling has been made out of tuff, many a sturdy bridge, many a home

One could argue that, ironically, tuff isn’t tough at all—or perhaps we could define toughness as the ability to withstand transformation. The capacity to become a shelter

Anyway. “Tuff Guy” Etho sure is something, right?

[ominousgradient]

please give us the full rant 🤲

My Race to the Edge hottakes (this gonna be a tad long so strap in):

Take the twins for example: Both of them care for their respective sibling, they are codependent really, but what relationship do they have to the other team members, never mind what other relationship do they have that you could call a *friendship*? I'd say Hiccup is mostly annoyed by their antics, a feeling he also has for Snotlout but their feelings for one another are a lot more complex, whereas his opinion of the twins is pretty straightforward, their feelings for Hiccup just vary depending on what joke the episode is going for at the time. I couldn't tell you anything about the twins and Fishlegs relationship because there’s just not really anything there and Astrid generally dislikes them for their behavior. The one actually clearly established dynamic they have is with Snotlout, and it perplexes me that people so often read it as a friendship. Snotlout thinks of them as stupid and beneath him, i cannot think of a single time outside of the Tufflout bromance ep where he had a nice thing to say about either of the two, when Tuff faked his death Snotlout seemed to believe that he had actually died and he wasn't bothered at all. The twins on the other hand see him as a useful idiot for their scemes, they couldn't care less if he dropped dead either and put in him mortal danger on multiple occasions just for the hell of it. What binds them together is not so much a friendship as it is their shared rambunctious attitude and dislike of authority.

1. The riders really aren't that good of friends, if you can call them friends at all. Were you to draw a diagramm of their relationships with eachother, a lot of them either have no close established connection or feel active animosity towards one another.

This doesn’t count for only them ofc: what established friendship is there between Fishlegs and Astrid? Can the relationship between Snotlout and Fishlegs or him and Astrid really reasonably be called a friendship? Sure people can create headcanons and whatnot but if you look at what's provided by the canon, they’re just not that close

2. I don't have any strong feelings on Heather, i just think it's funny that she kind of reads like an edgy DeviantArt Astrid recolor. Oh Astrid fights with a battle axe? Well Heather actually crafted one herself, and it's a cool changeable twinblade. Astrid has a spike shooting, super fast dragon with fire so hot it's tinted blue? Well Heathers dragon can do all that BUT her dragon is even faster AND it's spikes are even sharper AND its fire is all blue actually AND it's made out of metal. The whole construction of her outfit with the single braid, metal shoulderpads and skirt with metal elements is extremely similar to Astrids design. I feel like they could have that be a plot point actually, that Astrid in particular was a huge inspiration to her. You can see it as intentional parallels ofc but it’s so on the nose that it becomes kinda funny, at least to me (also the dragon eye lens on her belt plot point was incredibly stupid)

3. Speaking of Astrid, and this is the take that is most likely to get people mad at me, i do not like her. Like at all. When i was younger i thought i just couldn't stand her because she was mean to Snotlout and i liked Snotlout but as i grew up i realized there was more to it that just that. To me she's emblematic of a trend in writing: (usually male) writers set out to write a "strong female character in a effort to create good female representation, but because their idea of a strong character is a toxicly masculine tough guy, they just slap those characteristics on a female character and call it a day. Said character is then admired by the rest of the cast because that's how to author sees her, even though she's kind of an asshole.

That’s Astrid to me. I don't find the way she's presented as being in the right for being rude to everyone but a select very few people charming, i don't find the miriad of moments where she wins an argument with violence and it's presented a girlboss moment cool. Keep in mind i don't take an issue with any character, fem or not, being rude or violent, it's how the narrative and the other characters act towards her that make me dislike this.

I also find it bizarre that people defend her behavior by saying that she's a competent person under pressure, as if that justifies being a dick. I can very easily see a version of her that i'd like, an Astrid that's allowed to be in the wrong, that's allowed to be flawed, an Astrid that's largely the same and just not treated like she’s infallible by the marrative. I that's kind of what we get in the first movie and the shorts imo and i do like in those. The way the later movies turn Astrid into a neutered version of herself that purely exists to hype up Hiccup is deeply offputting to me however

4. I'm not a big fan of the twins either, i liked them a little more in the first movie and RoB/DoB but their brand of humor in rtte just doesn't do it for me

5. Snotlouts crush on Thor Bonecrusher is one giant gay joke and and both Astrid and Hiccup find it funny and bizarre because it's a gay crush. They don't react like that when Fishlegs and Snotlout fight over Ruffnut, we only see Astrid be annoyed and weirded out by it but not her finding it actively hilarous. "Well it's funny because it's so over the top" whenever Astrid sees Snotlout crush on/flirt with women she reacts with annoyance/disgust, the ONE TIME it's a guy it's suddenly very funny. I'm not saying this to condemn her or Hiccup, it's moreso to point out that the way this entire plotline was handled was just kinda bizarre and fucked up.

On a character level i actually think Astrid being homophobic kinda works, for lack of a better term. She's very much a person who works within and benefits from the status quo. People like to talk about how Snotlouts world was thrown upside down after the first movie because the standards for what makes a good viking changed but by all metrics he never really managed to match those standards anyways (unlike Astrid, we never actually see him being a good warrior in the first movie and judging by RoB/Dob, he seems to have been generally disliked in the village for a while). Astrid however did manage to meet those expectations. And she continues to afterwards. She's an excellent warrior, strong and assertive. Her being a women would make life harder for her but we never she her face any gendered discrimination, she thrives in the role of the ideal viking. So her holding some normative believes tied to the status quo in which she thrives makes sense to me

6. This is a big one and it will take a bit for ne to explain: I don't think Snotlout's a sexist. Now, first off I should clarify, I'm not just saying this because I don't want a character that I love to be a misoginist. I think flaws, especially grave ones, make characters more interesting and some of my all time faves have some extremely warped views on women. I say this because of the way his supposed sexism is presented. I'd argue that the primary function Snotlouts obnoxious flirting serves is to be an example of what not to do and to make over characters, mainly Hiccup, look better in comparison.

In this franchise female affection is given as a reward to male characters, not necessarily because there’s chemistry between the two. In the Thawfest episode Hiccup gets a kiss from Astrid after doing what she asked him to by letting Snotlout win. There was no romantic tension between them here, there wasn't anything romantic about what he did either. He did the right thing, he gets a reward. Same with Snotlout and Minden: he does the right thing by encouraging her so he gets a kiss. Neither one of them expresses any romantic interest in the other before or after this, Snotlout looks put off the kiss it more than anything, it’s just the thing that happens when you're nice to a girl. That’s the point of Heathers fling with Fishlegs as well. Not to step on any Heathlegs shippers toes here but they don't really have any chemistry. Their episode underlines my point however: Snotlout spends the whole time being jealous and Astrid explains to him that Heather probably likes guys like Fishlegs, guys who are nice. Which is a good quality yes, but it’s not really solid grounds for a relationship. We don't get to see what they like about eachother bejond that, and we don't need to either, because that's not the point. The point is that Fishlegs is a nice guy, so he gets to date a pretty girl.

Snotlouts behavior exists as the counterbalance to that point: if ur mean and pushy = no gf. On the face of it that's a fine lesson to teach in a kids show. The problem is that Snotlouts flirting is so unrealistic and detached from the rest of his character that it fails to send any meaningful message. The way he talks when he's flirting has nothing to do with the way real people flirt or the way Snotlout acts otherwise. It's a weird mix of one-liners and purple pros is more reminiscent of 80s movie villians than real life. He still flirts with Astrid, despite getting his shit kicked in for YEARS and openly being afraid of her at this point. It's very interesting that he never talks to Thor Bonecrusher that way, when he has such an obvious crush on him. The reason for that in my opinion is that the TB crush serves as a gay joke, whereas his other crushes serve as a negative example. Put in a scenario where he's romantically interested in someone and doesn't have to fullfill his role as an inverted moral compass, Snotlout doesn't do his weird flirting. He still fails of course, the argument isn't that he should be getting more tail, he just doesn't turn into a parody of himself for a brief physical gag.

Another problem is that the way he acts is incongruous with how he sees women. The reason why men ignore womens boundaries and don't take no for an awnser is because they see them as lesser, as unworthy of their respect. That’s not the case for Snotlout though. We never see him express that he thinks of women as less competent, more fragile or less intelligent (i think he calls Astrids and Ruffnuts figures "dragon-esque" once during the first movie but one comment calling some women unattractive doesn't really equate to being a misoginist that has so little respect for women that he bothers the same one for years even though she says no everytime). He oversteps Astrids boundaries but he has no doubt in her abilities, it’s the symptom without the cause.

Even if we were to take Snotlout at face value as a misoginist, where does that come from? Misoginistic men aren't outliers, they're byproducts of a sexist culture. But the writers clearly don't think of Berk that way, Hiccup even says so when Throk comes to take Ruffnut (i'll add here that Hiccup is usually presented as being in the right unless him being wrong is explicitly adressed in the plot but i digress). Astrid faces no discrimination whatsoever as a female warrior and receives no pushback when leading a team full of men. In fact Spitelout, the inofficial source of most of Snotlouts harmful beliefs, has no problem whatsoever with having a women less than half his age as his superior.

Now, there is no doubt that Berk is a sexist society, women are litteraly barred from becoming chief, but it’s interesting that it seemingly not thought of and never adressed as such. That would make Snotlouts sexism not a product of his enviroment or of his upbringing but an exception, a singular weirdo, who thinks of women as competent equals but also sometimes has a switch flip in his brain that makes him pester them in increasingly ridiculous ways.

I'd actually argue that the single most sexist thing Snotlout does is that he stops flirting with Astrid as soon as her and Hiccup are dating. Because that implies that her baundaries are only to be respected once another man has claimed her. But the reason was most likely that him flirting with the mcs now canon girlfriend would generate too much comflict, whereas him hitting on her badly before they're a couple and failing just makes Hiccup look good in comparison.

Honestly if Snotlout was a proper sexist and we saw him grappling with- and overcoming that belief Sokka style that would have made for an engaging plotline. Snotlouts' Angels was probably intended to be just that but it failed. Snotlout acts entitled around the Wingmaidens (and yes, him saying that Astrid and Ruffnut should serve him like they do is a sexist statement), but he pretty much always acts entitled. He doesn’t really learn any lesson about women or his own behavior, he just prattfalls all over their island for 20 minutes and then says sorry to Astrid at the end

7. Speaking of the Wingmaidens i find it incredibly funny that 1: One of the only factions containing poc characters (none of them with any lines ofc) are implied to be cannibals, and that 2: they're never actually shown to NOT be cannibals. Like yes, the implication is that they lie to Snotlout to scare him after being a shitty guest, but they never resolve that misgiving. At the end of the episode the gang is feasting with a group of people who threatened to eat one of them, which he told them about, and as far as we know they just never cleared that up.

Also if they weren’t gonna eat Snotlout, what was their plan for him? To just keep this man imprisoned indefinitely for the crime of being an annoying little shit, on your all women island? Either send him away or kill him and in that case you might as well just eat him tbh ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

8. The music score annoys me. It's not bad necessarily but every scene, no matter how trivial, has a whole orchestra playing in the background and it just gets on my nerves after a while

9. Finally, i cannot take Viggo seriously. Everything about him just feels like the parts of better villians were hastily stiched together and all i can see are the seams. The chess game is incredibly corny, the pretentious way he talks and the way he walks with his arms crossed behind his back, it all comes across as so deeply unserious that he feels more like a larper to me, rather than an organic part of this world, never mind an actually intimidating villian

thank you for the ask, it's still crazy to me that anyone outside of my friend circle would listen to me talk about Snotlout and rtte in general and i appreciate all of the questions and suggestions, even if i can't get to them all in a timely manner <3

If you've read this far you're super cool and i love you, thanks for listening to me ramble for a bit. Even though i have a lot to critique for rtte i still look back on it quite fondly and it gave me my favorite iteration of my all time favorite character so i'll always be grateful for that

Also to you anon: I'm so sorry that i got back to you this late, i typed this all out in a haze and then put off finishing it once i saw just how much i wrote 😭

[parasiterileymoon]

hello!! could you write something with darry and a transmasc reader? Like how he react if they were dysphoric and that kind of thing? If not just ignore lol, thanks :)

Darry Curtis x trans male reader

Patrick swayze my beloved 💆

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You sit on the edge of your and Darry’s shared bed and hunch over, pulling your shirt out. As you walk to the bathroom to grab bandages, Darry catches you. “Hey, darlin’.” He grabs your arm and looks you up and down to make sure everything is alright. “You in that…mood again?” You silently nod. He takes you back to his room and invites you to lay down in bed with him. You take the invitation, obviously. You lay face down with your head in the crook of his neck. “I don’t really get it but I can at least try to help.” You smile and nuzzle your face into his neck. “You’re handsome, you know that? Real tuff. And tough.” He smiles at himself. “Thanks Darry…” “you know you can’t bandage your chest all the time…can’t be good for your lungs.” You just grumble in response. You knew it was true. “You gonna use your words?” He raises an eyebrow and rubs the back of your head. Why is he so hot? “Sorry…it just…it hurts when I don’t wear them.” “I know.” He kisses the top of your head. “I just don’t want you to get hurt.” He caresses the back of your neck in an attempt to comfort. “Because I love you.” He continues. “And you’re very handsome. And funny.” You giggle nuzzle him again. He always knows how to cheer you up.

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Eek I love this!!!! Daryl Curtis my beloved!!!! Constructive criticism is encouraged!!! Also sorry it’s short but it’s sweet, yk?

[tomorrowillbeyou]

just finished this and it was rly good, i think the ethoslab cabincore/tuff guy crowd will find it pretty interesting and a worthwhile read as it talks abt the relationship between masculinity + pain and how men in gaming spaces may overperform masculinity to compensate for gaming being seen as less traditionally masculine. i think there is also some good stuff in there for mcsr fans or esports fans in general, lots to think about wrt the use of sports culture to perform masculinity within gaming. medium length summary under cut for people who dont want to read the entire thing because it is pretty long

the article discusses how pain is used to construct masculinity in gaming spaces through "games of pain" - games which incorporate real-world physical pain - and the contrast between how injuries from games of pain and involuntary gaming injuries are treated.

as manual labour, seen as traditionally masculine, declines, new ways of expressing/asserting masculinity are created to fill the gap.

athletic masculinity, focusing on strength, aggression and physical dominance, reproduces many norms of hegemonic masculinity and is tied strongly to traditional expressions of masculinity through manual labour.

geek masculinity puts more of an emphasis on intelligence and technical mastery and is broadly seen as inferior to athletic masculinity and less masculine, but still retains patriarchal power structures just like athletic masculinity.

esports can be seen as an attempt to associate gaming with athletic masculinity through things like tournament formats and language borrowed from sports, to access the privileges of being seen as more traditionally masculine.

pain, especially in sports, is historically gendered and racialised - in male dominated sports like rugby, athletes push through pain to keep playing and perform pain to be seen as masculine, while in ballet, it is seen as ideally feminine and elegant to act as if you are in no pain. meanwhile pain is racialised through the stereotypes of black people as more resistant to pain and the image of the "invincible black athlete".

games of pain - the console is linked to devices that shock, whip or burn players when their opponent scores a point or injures them. this brings the physicality of athletic masculinity into gaming spaces, players show stereotypically masculine physical dominance by enduring pain, often in front of an audience who they perform the pain for. they also get "battle scars" from these games, trophies that show their willingness to suffer pain to win. performing well in one of these games shows a combination of athletic masculinity (enduring pain) and geek masculinity (technical skill in the game).

the distinction between "hardcore" and "casual" gaming is used to construct masculinity by dismissing and excluding often feminised "casual gamers" who play games that aren't difficult or time consuming enough, but the games of pain are treated as an even more "hardcore" version of gaming that similarly excludes normal games which don't involve inflicting pain.

game arthritis - a project by matteo bittanti which imagines various fictional injuries and medical conditions from gaming, which have been supposedly been covered up by game companies.

this kind of injury is shown as involuntary and "for the wrong reasons", rather than something to be proud of like battle scars from games of pain. game arthritis treats games as something with inherent capacity to harm anyone's body without their consent or awareness, while games of pain emphasise the voluntary nature of participation and the idea that it's unusual and special for a video game to be able to hurt you.

therefore consent to be harmed is important in constructing masculinity through pain - getting involuntarily injured while playing video games makes you a passive victim, while deliberately choosing to suffer pain is seen as a display of strength and masculinity, more adjacent to athletic masculinity.

[breezemoonriver]

Ok so. The httyd live action. Hoooooo boy.

I went in generally hopeful bc I knew they had Dean back on the team and(while somehow Chris still carries the heart of the franchise case in point httyd3) he at least cares about the movie, so I knew it would be better than the shitty Disney ones

True, it was better, but like, that’s a very low bar xD They luckily didn’t make many changes, I heard ppl complain that it was a shot for shot remake but while that isn’t true I think playing it safe is the better option with an already objectively 10/10 cult classic movie

The changes they made were almost always to the detriment of the movie. Bear in mind I watched it in a different language(which is a whole other can of worms boy was the hundub and translation horrible) but that still doesn’t help the stupid added dialogue. They took away iconic lines too, no “I did this” from Hiccup and Stoick, no “you don’t have to go out there[to fight the red death]” only some stupid bullshit character assassination which I can’t even remember rn, not even the excuse me barmaid scene!! Like how.

Also the humor too, they took away most jokes that landed, only to make it more ““““mature””””, and kept the basic filler one-liners which did nothing, I can’t remember any joke that I laughed on.

The characters were dead, I’m very sorry to Nico Parker especially bc I’m sure she’s a wonderful actress and she does actually give off major Astrid vibes, but the way they rewrote her character to a literal antagonist??? At some point I literally rooted for a dragon to eat her and I’m so surprised bc I’m generally not worked up by characters like this. It’s just complete character assassination and it made the romantic flight cut even more jarring. Astrid even apologizes to toothless, instead of hiccup, who she hurt and why toothless took her on the scare ride and if that doesn’t show complete lack of understanding of the characters idk what does. Overall they’re just much meaner, fishlegs gets bullied a lot, and not like a “yea ok we’re Viking teens we’re assholes to everyone and each other” way as in the original movie, they’re literally bullying him just bc his obsession with dragons? It has a very ableist undertone which I can’t really put into words but I very much didn’t like it. The twins got watered down as well, ik the only thing they had going for them in the first movie is dumb funny pranksters but they’re not even funny here! Tuff got regressed to his httyd3 horrible womanizer self, which I very much hate, and Ruff is just. There??? Idek if she does anything, but she’s now actually rude which is sad. Also she’s played by a plus size actress, which I would have no problem with if they did not do that only to make a fatphobic joke which I very much have a problem with. Like that’s rude af. Hiccup I had little to no problem with, maybe it’s bc he’s the mc and they payed more attention to him but eh who knows. His character mostly suffered from the bad lines and the bouncing off of the others. The one who imo stayed pretty much in character is snotlout. He’s just consistently being himself, and there even was a point (a scene where he vaults over hiccups table to sit next to him and accidentally kicks his cup sending water flying everywhere) where I exclaimed “yea that’s snotlout alright, he would definitely do that”. So overall he’s fine.

But let’s talk about the bigger changes. HOOOOOOO BOY buckle up bc I have some choice words(not really bc I want this to be constructive and objective afai can reach that o-o). So Berk is now some kind of a multicultural nomadesque refuge, which on one hand is actually very cool bc the around 400 ppl in Berk would’ve counted as a massive city the significance of New York in the Viking world, where lots of different people from trade routes all over the world would show up or even settle. The only problem is that the plot doesn’t work in that case. Berk fights the dragons because they’ve been there for 400 years as of rtte and they’re stubborn fucks /affectionate and that island and village is a home to them. Otherwise it would’ve been as easy to just pack up and leave (cough cough that’s why httyd3 doesn’t work cough). The whole “we came here only because we were searching for dragons to kill” is a literal antithesis of the message of the movie???? Like what were you thinking? Smh. Also I did not buy the whole “Astrid wants to be chief even tho hiccup is still in line for the title” thing and the way she seems to be Stoick’s right hand thingy? And how he wasn’t disappointed in hiccup, his own son who he cares about his own way and who literally got a monstrous nightmare on his unarmed twink ass but the very competent Astrid, who went in the arena just to save him??? Like how is that source for disappointment????

Some changes were actually for the better, which surprised me very pleasantly; first off, snotlout got fleshed out a bit, while very briefly but his relationship with spitelout got some scenes, which I’m quite happy about bc it benefits his character and shows why he’s the way he is. (Which is sadly worthless in the live action bc the main bully is actually Astrid) Second, Gothi got a cool af upgrade, got mentioned by name and even got to do some cool vǫlva stuff other than just babysitting the gang. Also her house looks just as cool as in the movies and I hope it’s still on the very peak of the cliff bc it’s so funny and iirc the fandom has/had a running joke abt how she gets up there. Such is the curse of someone who always ends up liking the protag and one specific background character with little to no content xD

The visuals were not bad, the cg was at certain places wonky but I know how hard it is to pull off so no complaints there, but the cinematography left a few things to be desired. Some shots were forced and some looked like volunteer art students took them at a school show. Even the ones they tried to replicate too; mostly the lighting fucks it up. Some landscape shots, especially the wide shots with Berk actually looked pretty tho. But the dragons also looked awful, the one who looked closest to their original counterpart was stormfly(I loved how bright her colors were) and barf and belch were okay but the others are just hideous I’m sorry. Meatlug my sweetheart looks like a week old dried turd and I literally can’t see the dragon shape and hookfang got demoted to Generic GOT Dragon no.13464 #notmyhookfang :,( Toothless also just looked awkward but everyone already dissected his design so I’m not going to beat a dead horse here

The music was mostly good, John Powell wrote a phenomenal score for the original and I think he managed to bring out the best from this hard situation too John Powell is love John Powell is life that man does not have one single bad track god he’s amazing :3 I’m quite sad that they did not bring Sticks and stones by Jónsi and the art of Nico Marlet back for the end credits, that Vikings have their tea football stadium chorus thing with the nature documentary slideshow did not do it for me but that’s just my personal opinion.

Overall, it could’ve been much worse but I wouldn’t watch it again. It was a fun experience especially with me going with my best friend, but I wouldn’t pay a ticket for it. If you’re interested, just pirate it or watch the og one, as soon as I got home and had dinner I sat down with my sister and watched the original just as a brain cleanser. It’s the definition of I’m not mad but disappointed, which is apparently the best we can get at this year and time. At least I got a cool cup and an adorable toothless figurine out of it :3

Also idk if it was a regular fish or something else but either way I really hope Mason got paid very well for the fish scene xDDD

And please don’t look if I made any mistakes it’s 4 am and I’ve been suffering with an insane migraine thx byeeeee <3

[dallasgallant]

Time period post- Music taste and the radio

Going to take a real teenage approach to this, since it’s what most in the fandom are writing about. This’ll mainly be about music taste and the ways it was enjoyed and experienced (sans concerts I don’t go into that). And the importance of the radio. Past posts I think are connected;

Here. Here. Here.

More exacting-

Now what do I mean by this? Well, there was a lot more “genre loyalty” because this is pre playlists and pre mixtapes, there’s no real way to construct a collection of songs of multiple artists at once. You’d buy records or later some people would go for 8-track, of your favorites. There has always been “greatest hits” collections where it’s mixes but I’d be one artist or band most likely.

‘How do you know you like the album’ there’s either the rare case you caught them all on the radio, or in store you can listen and preview the record. There’s a little Jack and headphones you’d plug in and listen.

Record stores were also a hang out spot.

Radio stations and shows could be specific to genres too so there was another layer to being exacting. It makes it clearer how subcultures began to form around music. Music, clothes, language, behavior etc that have all been reduced to “aesthetic” in the modern day.

Top Genres-

Like most decades the beginning was marked mainly by the continuation of the old, popular 50s Rock and Roll and Doo wop trends ruled. As long as it was danceable it was gold, especially amongst the youth. A lot of dances and dance trends really came out of the period, exasperated by news coverage and dance/music tv shows. (Hairspray for example.)

Music became more electric as the decade goes on (I’m so serious if it could be electrified it would be with most things around this time) by the end of the decade it was psychedelic, folk based and reflective of the social shift and unrest of the decade. (Lot of protest rock and experimental)

However, I’m going to keep mainly to some genres here before I get into some sort of Woodstock history lesson (as that really reduces the decade too as it was not only that type of music once the mid point hit)

Rock still topped and it had a lot of branches coming off of it as the decade went on, some going more guitar heavy (specifically electric) others going a folk influenced route. Off of guitar and experimental-> Metal! Black Sabbath 1968.

Surf rock emerges. Light, upbeat and fun. A real “pop rock” genre. Motown too!

Pop music (popular) - and I mean Popular with a capital P. Huge , major, everywhere.

Now I know people have been looking for some specifics so I’ll give my take too:

Greasers- Mostly Rock and some doo wop but mainly something with a back beat. Tuff sounding, might go into the more heavy sounding rock as the decade goes on.

Elvis (book mention), little Richard, Chuck Berry, Jerry Lee Lewis, Buddy Holly, Eddie Cochran , Van Morrison | potentially -> Rolling Stones, Cream

Can also see greasers enjoying southern rock, protest rock and all the guitar heavy stuff of the 70s

Socs- Popular music, mainstream and danceable. It’s all good music mind you but it’s also following the crowd. They’d also like newer groups faster where as Greasers hold onto old rock and doo wop way longer.

Beatles (book mention), The Beach Boys, Frankie Valli, Ricky Nelson, Dion, the Ronettes, the Archies, the Monkees

There’s a lot of overlap in what they’d both like but Soc’s would be more subject to change and shift with what’s popular or new.

The radio-

This is how you’re getting most of your music, especially if you don’t have a record player or new records on the regular. As a teen they’d be on everywhere all the time, in your car and then portable hand held ones.

Disk jockeys, radio Dj’s/hosts would be huge often forming exaggerated and relatable personalities that spoke to the youth and kept them entertained along with the music. American Graffiti has a great show of this with “the wolfman”

Messages, dedications, contests, talks all apart of radio shows. Calling in was a big deal, especially if you got on the air.

Grease is the 1950s but it is a great show of radio/tv show contests, selections and personalities. The school is chosen by a station (I sworn it was radio) to be televised on tv as an example American school and not only are the kids nuts for being on TV but completely and utterly star struck by the host.

This type of celebrity is lost in a sense, now there’s still manic fans but not in this wide spread way. That everyone knew of someone but you also didn’t know so much about them- celebrities still hand a private life in a sense and that almost made people crazier to get to know them.

Selection-

There’s been talk about how the internet used to be a room, computer rooms in people’s home long before it was in our pocket. I feel like that’s true for a lot of things really, especially hanging out.

Instead of looking through a friends record collection to find something to listen to , and for them to show off /you learn about them, someone takes the cord and presses a button. It’s less involved now. Choosing music, where to hang out/what to do, radio station in the car etc was much more of an event? It was involved it was something within itself- maybe it’s nostalgia for something I never lived- the want for easier and more common socialization? I dunno

Bonus: The day the music died

February 3, 1959. Three of the biggest voices in rock and roll die in a plan crash. The oldest, “the big Bopper” was only 28. The tragedy would go on to change the course of music, however it was not referred to as “the day the music died” until Don McLeans 1971 song “American pie.”

Bonus: British Invasion and Beatlemania

Another gigantic impact on music as a whole, especially in America is the first British Invasion and subsequent Beatlemania. Pop artists and aspects of the changing British culture got carried over to America and spread like wildfire- in thanks to growing counterculture. It’s sort of funny because some of these groups were influenced by 50s American music, experimented and then turned it back.

As the Beatles first got televised they absolutely hooked American teens, primarily girls, ramping up in popularity and absolute manic craze since 1963. Honestly at their height you couldn’t hold an opinion on them without being either insane about them or insane against them.

Some examples beyond the Beatles:

Some of these I didn’t even know were British especially The animals

The kinks, The Rolling Stones, the who (late), the yardbirds, Donovan, the Hollie’s, the zombies, them, Dusty Springfield, the Troggs

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… if anyone wants my playlists let me know, I’ve got some really good ones

[necogutz]

nyx listening to miss construction: "this is tuff"

[fence-time]

Was looking at your wildlife line up and thought to myself “okay maybe I’m just looking too much into this but these all seem like at least a LITTLE old western. Like maybe I’m just grasping for straws here but maybe they’re meant to be WILD west.” And then I look in the tags :Y <- face of someone who correctly recognised a theme

HEEHE YEAY :3!!

sorry anon! But I’m using this as an excuse to explain my design choices: This season just feels so Wild West to me, especially considering the names so I wanted the designs to fit that. Each group is based on different aspects -

The family - cow ranchers

Tuff guys- outlaws

4 Gs- also outlaws (3 winners who have nothing to lose, and impulse ((barkeep who they kidnapped vibes)) who deserves to go feral )

Bam boys- I didn’t have a set idea for them since they already have a theme that isn’t necessarily western so I just combined classic amusement park wear with basic western clothing :3

Renwood mound- workwear / construction (their towers reminded me of water towers)

BigB- old folktale who is said to stalk the surrounding Forrest’s at night and turns out to be real

Spanners- constructions + demolitions <3

[adastra-sf]

The Maoi of Rapa Nui

Moai chieftain statues are the famous massive megaliths of Rapa Nui (aka Easter Island) in eastern Polynesia, carved about 1250-1650 CE by the original Polynesian colonizers of the island.

Many know them as "Easter Island heads," a misconception from having seen photos of statues in the volcano Rano Raraku partitially covered with soil. They all have full bodies with over-large heads - a 3:5 ratio between head and trunk, a sculptural trait consistent with the Polynesian belief in the sanctity of the chiefly head.

The island holds nearly 1000 statues, each weighing as much as 90 tons and standing up to 10 meters tall, though they average around half that. One unfinished sculpture would have stood 21 meters (69 feet!) tall and weighed 180 tons. More statues are still being discovered.

Almost all (95%) of the moais were carved from the volcano's stone tuff - compressed volcanic ash that's relatively easy to carve using only stone tools (toki).

Probably the biggest mystery is how tribes using Stone-Age tech could succeed in transporting 50-ton moai statues across kilometers of hilly terrain. Because the island was largely treeless by the time Europeans first arrived (by which time local culture and history had largely collapsed), the movement of the statues was a mystery for a long time.

Some transportation theories are more accepted than others:

The earliest accounts say a king named Tuu Ku Ihu moved them with the help of the god Makemake, while later stories tell of a woman who lived alone on the mountain ordering them about at her will. 

The longest-held European hypothesis was that the moai statues were dragged from the volcano to their destinations along log rollers, which also explained how the island became deforested. Pollen analysis has established that the island was almost totally forested until 1200 CE, and tree pollen disappears from the record by 1650.

However, Iceland demonstrates how simply using wood for construction and fire can quickly deforest an island.

According to oral tradition, the moai statues walked to their destination. A literal interpretation is that the statues were rocked from side to side while pulling them forward to "walk" them to their final sites, as demonstrated in this recent experiment. This theory holds the most scholarly support today.

A not-uncommon but highly unlikely (and, y'know, disrespectful) claim is that aliens placed the moai statues for the locals. Occam's razor suggests this probably isn't the answer. But everyone loves aliens. The debate continues.

The ancient period ended when the Rapa Nui people were devastated by Peruvian slave-raiding expeditions that reached the island in 1862. Within a year, the individuals who remained on the island were sick, injured, and lacking leadership. Survivors of the slave raids had to deal with Christian missionaries. By the time Europeans arrived in 1722, the island's population was estimated at less than 3,000. Foreign diseases and emigration to other islands such as Tahiti further depleted the population, reducing it to a low of 111 native inhabitants in 1877.

Chile annexed the island in 1888, but it wasn't until 1966 that the Rapa Nui were granted Chilean citizenship. The 2017 census registered 7750 people on the island, of whom 3512 (45%) consider themselves Rapa Nui.

The original inhabitants live on among their famous megaliths.

[gabbrofan27]

cement got their name drawn out of a hat, it took 2 weeks to decide on. they got to cement 2 weeks in, everyone was confused on what rock cement is, you know they’ve never heard of it n all, but tuff chimes in from the back. it’s a special mixture of materials from the mines and surface resources that solidifies into a stone-like formation. a durable, heat tolerant “rock” that can be created by hand and can be used as construction material.

they all like the name and think it’s a novel discovery, and so cement is named cement. they never did get around to actually using cement for building anything, but it’ll come in handy sometime later for sure. cement knows what cement is and thinks it’s pretty neat, but they like the name regardless of what “rock” it’s derived from

[iwasaka-motoi]

only stars knows

(a short short story)

Hatchling: Hey Gabbro, I've always wanted to ask you, why don't you hang your hammock near the campfire on the cliff? you'll feel safer near the fire and enjoy the burnt marshmallows.

Gabbro: ...Yap. I know Hornfels calls me "an astronaut who deliberately burns their marshmallows". I think I can tell you because we're time buddies, there's a deep reason why I do it.

Hatchling: Huh? what kind of reason would you purposely turn precious food into a carcinogenic substance?

Gabbro: Well, it was when Mica first built a model rocket by themself. It stalled immediately after launch, crashed and burned. It happened right next to me when I was taking a nap. I woke up in shock at the huge flash and roar, and the whole area was a sea of ​​fire. Tuff came running to put out the fire, and Spinel also doused the fire with water from the bucket containing the fish they had caught. Thanks to them, I was saved, but the marshmallows I had just opened were burnt black like Black Hole eggs. But I wasn't hurt, and I felt a little sorry for Mica, who was crying and apologizing while holding the remains of their rocket, so I told Mica it was okay because I always burn mallows to this extent before eating them, and then I ate the Black Hole eggs. all. This is how I became a "Marshmallow-burning Astronaut.

Hatchling: Oh, I see...! Yeah, Gabbro, everyone thinks you're just a weirdo, but I knew you were actually considerate!

Gabbro: right? I just thought of it just now, but I think it's a great anecdote that describes me very well.

Hatchling: Give me back the time I listened and the time I praised.

Gabbro: Gabbro: Haha, that's why I said we could talk if we were time buddies. Don't mind, the sun will give you back the time. By the way, about the reason why I don't hang my hammock by the campfire up there.

Hatchling: Are we going back to that topic here? Now let me put my time to good use.

Gabbro: I think it'll be useful. The thing is, sometimes the Construction Yard fall down there. It's usually crushed the moment I realize it's falling. So I stopped relaxing there. It's scarier than a model rocket falling.

Hatchling: Why didn't you say something important like that before borrowing that campfire!?

In fact, while I was playing and dozing by the campfire on Gabbro's island, the Construction Yard came crashing down on me. And I died in an instant. What’s up with this planet?