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For the purposes of this post, "base" lifespan is the average lifespan of one of these people, outside of the help and benefits of society, but also assuming nothing ends their lives prematurely (such as what disease or starvation would cause).

"Modern" lifespan, on the other hand, is an average that factors in what medicine, magic, and social networking can boost that lifespan further. "Maximum" lifespan is the oldest a given member of the race can get with optimal medical care and lifestyle.

Humans

Heartrate: 60 - 100bpm Base lifespan: 85 Modern lifespan: -

No data available. Humans went extinct centuries ago due to a plague.

Elves

Heartrate: 20 - 30bpm Base lifespan: 255 Modern lifespan: 510 (max: 612)

Elves, being very long-lived already, have a very intricate understanding of medical care, magic, and the local resources, the lattermost of which their society fought hard to lay claim to early on. They're by far the most widespread of the eight races, their lifespans and advancements creating a feedback loop into their spread across known society.

Faunlings

Heartrate: 90 - 120bpm Base lifespan: 60 Modern lifespan: 85 (max: 101)

Faunlings have a shorter base lifespan than most races, but have a solid community network to take care of their illnesses and elderly. Faunlings put a heavy emphasis on family duty, though "family" also extends to someone's immediate neighbors.

Halflings

Heartrate: 120 - 140bpm* Base lifespan: 50 Modern lifespan: 70 (max: 84)*

Halflings have a duty to one another that extends to those nearby on a similar level to faunlings, though it's hard to measure how much this truly impacts them given how readily they disperse into other societies in the modern age.

*A halfling's heartrate and lifespan are largely dependent on their surroundings. A given halfling will adapt to more closely match the society they take part in, slowing or speeding up accordingly and benefiting from the social nets and societal advances in place.

Below are the rough modern lifespan expectations of a halfling in a given setting:

Elvish halfling: 305 Faunish halfling: 75 Orcish halfling: 185 Dwarvish halfling: 135 Brounish halfling: 145 Gnomish halfling: 75

Orcs

Heartrate: 50 - 70bpm Base lifespan: 105 Modern lifespan: 250 (max 302)

Orcs both have a high understanding of magic and healthcare and have incredibly strong community ties. Ages and ages ago, they were the strongest ones to stand against the elves in the rush for resources, and alongside them, are the most widespread people.

Dwarves

Heartrate: 30 - 50bpm Base lifespan: 165 Modern lifespan: 205 underground, 290 surface (max 247, sun max 347)

There's a big discrepancy between underground dwarves and surface dwarves. Rather than being a result of culture, however, this is a factor of biology—when dwarves go into torpor state due to sunlight, while petrified, their ageing effectively pauses. A dwarf that lives their whole life with the sun sending them into stone hibernation for a third of their existence is going to have more than a few years in change.

Brounies

Heartrate: 40 - 60bpm Base lifespan: 130 Modern lifespan: 210 (max 250)

Brounies have tight community ties, to the point where it's something of a joke that one brounie can name all the others in the area by heart. This means that, even where healthcare is poor, one falling ill has almost an entire population pitching in to help them out. Brounish history involves a lot of their needs and struggles being swept under the rug in favor of the other people of the world, so they very much have a culture of "if we don't look out for each other, nobody's going to look out for us."

Gnomes

Heartrate: 120 - 160bpm Base lifespan: 45 Modern lifespan: 70 (max 86)

Gnomes live in small pocket communities where they share responsibility for one another. They specialize in their own medicine, not because the advancements of modern society are lackluster, but because many of their biological problems involve a level of toxicology most other races don't know how to manage. Gnomes are poisonous.

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be-the-glenn-to-my-maggie · 11 months

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I really REALLY like your locorro Hunger Games au I can’t stop thinking about it 247 I’m so obsessed i dreamed about it my head in the clouds every seconds!! So i have to personally write to you here cuz it just BLOWS my mind like????✨💞✨ my god you made me want to watch hunger games again.

Btw i was thinking of another idea, what if spider and lo’ak are from different districts? Like complete strangers with connected history(their dads)?? I don’t know, maybe Spider could be from d12 and Peeta-coded. while Lo’ak from either d1,2 who, like your idea, was trained especially for the games by his fam?? Or vice versa?? And they met in the games and the history between their dads almost repeated? I imagine Quaritch a peacekeeper who may accidentally killed Neteyam(for angsty, his team did out of his order) And Jake(former victor) almost got his remaining kids killed by attacking Q? With this beef Spider and Lo’ak met in the game, i think Lo’ak would try to avenge his bro and the boy is wild(with his blicky esp lol) but Spider who is Peeta-coded doesn’t have a single bad bone. Imagine the irony when Lo’ak injured himself and the ONLY one who actually help him is his enemy. Or so he thought.

In the end Spider and Lo’ak become Katniss and Peeta and survived both??? I’m a happy ending kinda guy so I can’t handle one of them die when they started to get along well. Anyways! What’s your take? This just some thoughts I wanna share<3

AHHH I'm so so glad you liked it so much!! I get caught with certain au's playing in my head 24/7 all the time, to have inspired that is so exciting.

OH UR VOTING FOR CAREER LO'AK or Spider, I'm intrigued. I personally vibe much more with the Sully's being from district twelve. District twelve is pretty racially coded, and Katniss herself is supposed to be indigenous. The vibe of her having been trained naturally for the games with skills she learned and honed from being part of her culture just for survival fits so well with Avatar that I really can't part from it. That's why I love that idea of Jake and Neytiri planning and training the kids; I can't see them not doing that.

So I would lean career Spider. One of the most interesting parts of The Hunger Games is the careers, and the fact that even as the villains in the first movie and book, you quickly grow to see them as the victims they are. Katniss hates the careers up until she sees Cato's reaction to Clove's death, and she realizes that Cato and Clove were kids with feelings who were forced into this just like her. That Cato and Clove might have been hoping to somehow live together just like her and Peeta. The career districts are just setting their kids up for the best chance to live, and pitting the districts against each other is the best way for those in power to stay in power. SO, I think career Spider would be a fun idea (as much as I prefer when the kids all grow up together).

Spider's been pushed to be the best possible career he could his entire life. Quaritch, out of an abundance of fear for his kid but also knowing what is gained if his kid wins, makes like a 24/7 hell for Spider. Training does not stop when he leaves the facilities, no, Quaritch keeps it up at home. Never a second of peace. I think Spider is a naturally empathetic person, but watching the Games keeps him that way. He sees the kids he trained with die year after year, and instead of hardening him it makes him sad. He does not enjoy hurting people, and takes more naturally to the physical strength and endurance parts of his training. He's not really sure what else he'd even be of use for, he doesn't have any friends and his dad sucks, and his life is really pretty shit, so he figures he'll volunteer and make sure at least one other person doesn't have to go die that year.

Totally Lo'ak wouldn't trust him as far as he could throw him, which is not that far at all because Spider'd be tall as fuck and all muscle if he's been trained 24/7 by QUARTICH his entire life. So, Spider's fucking around the arena just vibing. He probably had to kill a person or two at the cornucopia and he was Not happy about it, but he kept that shit pretty visible because his dad says sponsors in one and two would hate a pussy and now he can actively spite his dead because he'll never see him again so who cares. He just kind of mentally breaks and experiences every single emotion he's never had before like, all the time. He's free for the first time in his life so he's just kind of enjoying himself even if it's in a death area, he doesn't know how to turn it off.

Unfortunately, letting himself be free and feel emotions comes with emotional growth and learning that is really really misplaced. He runs into Lo'ak by a stream and just freezes as he comes to the realization he's gay and attracted to that kid across the stream. He is processing this, mouth open staring at Lo'ak, when Lo'ak tries to shoot him in the face with an arrow. He only misses because he gets knifed in the back by another career who thinks Spider is all team career but comes to realize Spider would rather explore suddenly being gay then let someone who'd stab someone from behind live.

Cue the Peeta and Katniss injury healing in the cave bonding shit. Lo'ak is VERY mouthy and rude for someone who's life now depends on Spider, but that's fine. Once he decides Spider didn't save him for any shady reasons, Lo'ak becomes a pretty good bestie. He has extensive plant and forest knowledge that Spider soaks up like a sponge. Lo'ak tells him about his family, his life, and gets SPider to talk about himself and what he likes (nothing, he doesn't know, he has two things on the list; tree climbing and men). Eventually, one night while they stargaze in a tree Lo'ak showed Spider how to climb, unsocialized freak Spider tells Lo'ak he'll go kill the others in the area and then come back and let Lo'ak kill him so he can be the victor and get back to his family. He says this all matter of factly like he's telling him something they both already knew. Lo'ak fREAKS OUT and they have a big fight that results in them splitting up for the night.

Spider is distracted by losing his first friend, his first gay boyfriend (jokes lol), and doesn't notice anyone sneaking up on him until much too late. Lo'ak saves him from gettin' fULLY bludgeoned at the last second, he just got a nasty smack on the head. Lo'ak informs him it's really rude to die for people, and that Lo'ak wants him around and would like him to live. He argues if Spider has nothing going for him, neither does Lo'ak. He's the fuck up child. So Lo'ak talks him into their death pact that results in their double victory.

It's a beautiful idea and I love it. I hope this did it for you again, anon, lol.

Oh, and I'm 1000% sure if he lived Neteyam referred to Lo'ak's life being saved by his INSANE RIZZ all the time. And Neytiri and Jake were oBSESSED with Spider, who wanted to literally die for their son on national propoganda TV. They are his biggest fans, they love him more than Lo'ak sometimes it seems.

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afrotumble · 8 months

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The LOX Honored With Their Own Mural In South Bronx — 247 Live Culture Magazine

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WILL WE EVER COLONIZE OTHER PLANETS??

Blog#247

Wednesday, November 23rd, 2022

Welcome back,

While humans have long thought of gods living in the sky, the idea of space travel or humans living in space dates to at least 1610 after the invention of the telescope when German astronomer Johannes Kepler wrote to Italian astronomer Galileo: “Let us create vessels and sails adjusted to the heavenly ether, and there will be plenty of people unafraid of the empty wastes. In the meantime, we shall prepare, for the brave sky-travellers, maps of the celestial bodies.”

In popular culture, space travel dates back to at least the mid-1600s when Cyrano de Bergerac first wrote of traveling to space in a rocket. Space fantasies flourished after Jules Verne’s “From Earth to the Moon” was published in 1865, and again when RKO Pictures released a film adaptation, A Trip to the Moon, in 1902. Dreams of space settlement hit a zenith in the 1950s with Walt Disney productions such as “Man and the Moon,” and science fiction novels including Ray Bradbury’s The Martian Chronicles (1950).

Fueling popular imagination at the time was the American space race with Russia, amid which NASA was formed in the United States on July 29, 1958, when President Eisenhower signed the National Aeronautics and Space Act into law. After the Russians put the first person, Yuri Gagarin, in space on Apr. 12, 1961, NASA put the first people, Neil Armstrong and Buzz Aldrin, on the Moon in July 1969. What was science fiction began to look more like possibility.

Over the next six decades, NASA would launch space stations, land rovers on Mars, and orbit Pluto and Jupiter, among other accomplishments. NASA’s ongoing Artemis program, launched by President Trump in 2017, intends to return humans to the Moon, landing the first woman on the lunar surface, by 2024.

As of June 17, 2021, three countries had space programs with human space flight capabilities: China, Russia, and the United States. India’s planned human space flights have been delayed by the COVID-19 pandemic, but they may launch in 2023. However, NASA ended its space shuttle program in 2011 when the shuttle Atlantis landed at Kennedy Space Center in Florida on July 21.

NASA astronauts going into space afterward rode along with Russians until 2020 when SpaceX took over and first launched NASA astronauts into space on Apr. 23, 2021. SpaceX is a commercial space travel business owned by Elon Musk that has ignited commercial space travel enthusiasm and the idea of “space tourism.” Richard Branson’s Virgin Galactic and Jeff Bezo’s Blue Origin have generated similar excitement.

Richard Branson launched himself, two pilots, and three mission specialists into space [as defined by the United States] from New Mexico for a 90-minute flight on the Virgin Galactic Unity 22 mission on July 11, 2021. The flight marked the first time that passengers, rather than astronauts, went into space.

Originally published on www.britannica.com

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"WHAT IS THE COSMIC CENSORSHIP THEORY??"

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The Impending Thermidor Reaction in Jacobin America

At peak woke, our reign of terror is beginning to lose momentum because its continuation would destroy all the work of 247 years of American progress and sacrifice.

The decade-long French Revolution that broke out in 1789 soon devolved into far more than removing the monarchy, as it became antithetical to the earlier American precedent. American notions of liberty and freedom were seen as far too narrow, given the state, if only all-powerful and all-wise, could mandate “equality” and force “fraternity” among its subjects.

Each cycle of French revolutionary fervor soon became more radicalized and cannibalistic—until it reached its logical ends of violent absurdity.

Originally, the idea of curbing the power of a Bourbon king through a parliamentary republic became lethally counter-revolutionary.

Soon even attacks on the Catholic Church and the abolition of the monarchy entirely were deemed insufficient. The king himself and his consorts had to be beheaded. Monasteries and churches were to be ransacked, and priests exiled or lynched.

The sometimes moderate Girondins, who favored constitutional government, were mostly executed by their former friends among the Montagnards. In turn, the latter were soon deemed too conservative for the emerging crazy Jacobins. So they, too, had to be decapitated. The ensuing year-long reign of terror guillotined thousands of innocents, deemed guilty of being guilty of something.

By 1793, the revolution had turned nihilist and suicidal. The foundational date of France was recalibrated (not as 1619 but) as 1789—or “year one.”

Jacobins sought to wipe out religion, both materially and spiritually. They replaced God, first, with the atheistic “Cult of Reason” and then a stranger still “Cult of the Supreme Being”—a dreamed-up, living, humanistic god that only the murderous Robespierre could fully envision, but eerily similar to our own Green New Deal deity.

The months of the year themselves were renamed, the days of the week renumbered and relabeled. Statues were toppled, first at night, later in shameless daylight. Place names were erased and renamed. The original revolutionary heroes were not to be mentioned; their uncouth successors deified. Money was printed to “spread the wealth”—until it was worthless.

Murderous cancel culture ran unchecked. Yesterday’s French revolutionary became today’s counterrevolutionary—and tomorrow’s decapitated.

Almost everyone who originally had opposed the absolute monarchy, and, like the Americans, wished for a constitutional replacement, was eventually executed by revolutionaries who were then executed by more radical revolutionaries. The longer and more radical the revolution ran, the meaner, dumber, and more deadly the revolutionaries who emerged from the woodwork.

Finally, what could not go on, did not go on, as French society unraveled. Then the so-called Thermidors put an end to the madness of the Robespierre brothers and their sidekick, the 26-year-old Saint-Just, and did to them what they had done to thousands.

The final revolutionary correction saw a Directory, then a Consulate, and finally the dictator Napoleon—the self-described emperor who claimed he was the final absolutist manifestation of the “Revolution.”

A Revolution of the Disingenuous

We are swept up in similarly scary revolutionary times, after the perfect storm of the 2020 rioting, the COVID destructive lockdowns, and a radical socialist takeover of the old Democratic Party.

Decades of successful and legitimate efforts to ensure equality of opportunity, a safety net for the poor, and increased civil liberties have transmogrified into an “equity” agenda, or state-mandated equality of result—or else!

“Diversity” is now an Orwellian word for racial essentialism to the one-drop degree. Jim Crow racism was not eliminated permanently. It now has resurfaced as woke or “good” segregation. Racially separate facilities and events are apparent “reparatory justice.” Black activists are calling for $800 billion in reparations from San Francisco, a city that is melting down as we speak.

The old precivilizational tribalism and monotony of thought are now deemed “diverse.” “Inclusion” means replacing one racial hierarchy of the 1950s with a newer one of the 2020s. Woke leftists prove “inclusive” by excluding as “haters” and “denialists” any who disagree and cannot be easily refuted.

Opportunists Abound

The Nike admen Colin Kaepernick and LeBron James ended up with millions of dollars in endorsements ultimately derived from Communist Chinese exploiters of servile labor—a fact that all their pseudo-revolutionary performance art cannot mask.

Like the rich and elite Montagnards and Jacobins, well-off, degreed suburban grifters suddenly became “woke” arbiters of the “correct.” Thousands of diversity, equity, and inclusion czars bloated administrations, broke university budgets, and terrified faculty and employees with their panopticon surveillance. And yet did any of them result in a single better student reader, or at least one more accomplished university math major? Have K-12 scores soared with DEI monitors on hand?

We have not descended to the guillotine yet, but we are getting there with online cancel culture, doxxing, deplatforming, boycotts, mandatory diversity statements, indoctrination training, ostracism for an incorrect word, and violence redefined as activism.

Black Lives Matter ended when its supposedly Marxist architects all vanished into comfortable bourgeoise estates and cushy retirements—along with the millions of dollars they shook down from guilt-ridden corporations.

#MeToo sputtered out once the mantra of “believe women” turned its attention to candidate Joe Biden and Tara Reade. It turned out that she most certainly must not be believed when she swore the Delaware Democrat had sexually assaulted her.

Supposed transgendered heroes vie for profitable TV endorsement commercials that are as lucrative to them as they are ruinous to their employers.

In our revolutionary times, mediocre biological male athletes “transition” into female sports and suddenly become rich and famous. Women who transition to males, for some reason, find no such profits from male competitions.

A black transient with 42 arrests and three assault convictions is accidentally killed by a would-be Samaritan bystander who takes action to stop his threats on the subway. The tragedy becomes a rallying cry for “activist” leaders, eager for continuous notoriety and profits, while 10,000 black people murdered per year, mostly by other black people, do not earn a snore from these same “civil rights” leaders.

The World Upside Down

Like Revolutionary France, our woke revolution was contrary to human nature and therefore had to be imposed by force or coercion.

Merit is the great enemy of wokeness. One day SAT tests were blind mechanisms to allow the less privileged to compete on the basis of talent rather than parentage. The next day such tests were deemed counterrevolutionary, racist enemies of the people. Universities boast of rejecting 60-70 percent of those who scored perfect on SATs, as if their excellence was proof of their “privilege.”

Jurisprudence was tarred as racist, as if laws against shoplifting, looting, smash-and-grab, car-jacking, and arson were created only by elite white men who never had the need to steal or loot and who therefore made silly, arbitrary laws against them.

Like the Jacobins, our woke elite deem prisons arbitrary detention centers. So thousands of those arrested for committing violent crimes have either never been charged, never convicted, never sentenced, or never incarcerated. These exemptions rest on the principle that the revolutionaries who destroyed the enforcement of law have the wherewithal to protect themselves from the dystopia they created.

Borders disappeared, apparently on grounds they were 19th-century racist relics. Yet sanctuary cities prove the least welcoming of the tens of thousands they all but invited into distant other towns and counties.

The homeless were no longer deemed vagrants, or selfish in their take-over of public spaces, but the victims of an oppressive society.

So public defecation, urination, fornication, and injection were rebranded as mere lifestyle choices of the unfortunate, not to be judged wrong or unlawful by the victimizers who supposedly made thousands homeless. Ancient laws of hygiene and municipal cleanliness were thrown out as bourgeois, as cities reverted to the protocols of their medieval forebears.

Leftists who created these Frankenstein-like monsters, like the fictive Dr. Frankenstein himself, became targets of their own experiments. It was no longer enough to support civil rights for the transgendered. Suddenly any questioning of the wisdom of biologically born males competing in women’s sports or of teenagers with penises undressing among teenage girls in locker rooms, or of state-sponsored drag-queen shows with children in attendance condemned one as transphobic and worse.

Advocating a secure border and strictly legal immigration was proof of nativism. Equal opportunity for all races was racism. Advocacy for the use of natural gas as a needed transitional fuel indicted one as a climate “denialist.”

As our woke version of the Jacobin revolution accelerated, society itself began to unwind—as expected given America relied on meritocracy, free expression dissent, the rule of law, forbearance, and tolerance.

In less than three years, our major cities became filthy to the point of unhealthiness. Violent crime and thievery drove businesses and commuters away. Subways at night became the domain of the homeless and criminal. Vacancy rates in San Francisco or downtown Portland shot up to 25 percent or more. Millions began leaving Jacobin blue cities and states, and headed for sanctuaries in more suburban and rural red states.

Once-trusted and familiar government agencies became weaponized—and inevitably incompetent. The FBI was not interested in the organizers of 120 days of violent looting, arson, murder, and rioting in summer 2020, or the threatening mobs who showed up at the homes of Supreme Court Justices. Instead, it fixated on parents at school board meetings, Latin Mass Catholics, former Trump Administration officials, and anyone daring to question the Russian collusion or Russian disinformation laptop hoaxes.

The Pentagon brass oversaw a flight from Afghanistan, in the greatest military humiliation in modern American history. Yet at the same time, it focused on rooting out white rage and white privilege despite presenting no data to substantiate its accusations. Former intelligence officers and “authorities” misled the country and warped an election, to ensure Americans did not take seriously the incriminating evidence in Hunter Biden’s laptop of the Biden family’s widespread corruption.

So, the world became topsy-turvy. Throwing a firebomb into a police-occupied patrol car earned a light sentence, while protesting illegally at the Capitol won a decade in prison.

An American who did not get vaccinated was to be thrown out of the U.S. military; an illegal alien crossing the border unlawfully without a vaccination might earn a free phone and free lodging in a big-city hotel.

The more the government printed money it did not have, the more the country was slandered as cruel and mean to its underclass. The more standards were dropped for admission, hiring, promotion, and retention, the more employers were deemed unfair and bigoted.

As the American Jacobin phase accelerated, the more it, too, seemed to pursue its own destruction. Few now trust that the graduates of the Ivy League and marquee universities know what they once did. And why not, when students are admitted without test scores, but are assured passing grades, watered-down classes, and graduation to be synonymous with admission?

The U.S. military fell short by thousands of recruits. And why not, when it advertised for manpower with invitations from drag queens, and hounded those as racists who had died at twice their numbers in the population in Afghanistan and Iraq?

A Counterrevolution Is Coming

At peak woke, our reign of terror is beginning to lose momentum because its continuation would erode all the work of 247 years of American progress and sacrifice.

Former and current liberals—an Elon Musk, Bill Maher, Matt Taibbi, Bari Weiss, Glen Greenwald, Naomi Wolf, or a Richard Dreyfuss—are deemed counterrevolutionaries for questioning the excesses of wokeism, and so began questioning the premises of wokeism itself.

New polls showed scant public support for open borders, for multiple sexual identities, and for biological men competing in women’s sports. Reparations from an insolvent government to black Americans—on the principle that those whose ancestors might have been enslaved eight generations ago were owed money from those whose ancestors might have owned slaves eight generations ago—is widely rejected by the general population.

When corporations like Anheuser-Busch or Disney tried to ingratiate themselves to the woke Jacobins, they lost billions in revenue—just as the woke Pentagon has lost thousands of recruits.

Woke networks like CNN have smaller audiences than some one-person podcasts.

A desperate and woke NBA now brags that its recent playoff televised audience reached over 4 million viewers. A quarter-century ago, when the U.S. population was nearly 60 million smaller, the pre-Jacobin NBA won over 70 million viewers who watched the 1998 finals.

Joe Biden, the thin veneer of the woke revolution, polls below 40 percent. Even that favorability is propped up by the consensus that he has no idea where he is or what he is saying—and thus at least is deserving of 40 percent support for not being responsible for what he has empowered.

A counterrevolution is building, not just because people are angry at what has become of their country, but because they now are learning that if they do nothing, they will have no country—and soon.

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Now that my manuscript is turned in, I feel I can drop a couple of spoiler-free excerpts, like the fake abstract I wrote, or how anthropologists of the early twentieth century - okay, the entire twentieth century - approached languages. here we go

ABSTRACT Building puzzle cairns is a cultural practice that has been, up until recently, confined to the southern coastlands and swamps. Although the reasons for building these primitive yet clever constructions are not entirely clear, current research suggests the cairns are part of a syncretistic folk religion among shore communities, who are often called, derogatorily, drifters. Indeed, the predominant understanding is that the displaced believe puzzle cairns will entrap the spirits of wandering ancestors who have not been bound after death, thus protecting against possession. As of this writing, increasing numbers of cairns are being sighted in more urban areas, suggesting the practice is no longer contained and is moving north. This article examines theories on the cultural migration of puzzle cairns, their commercialization, and the way in which they may be a symbol of changing Spinal modernity.

—Doudle, Alonso. “Not Just a Pile of Rocks: Puzzle Cairns in Spinal Cultural Practice.” Pathfinder: The Journal of Ethnogeography vol. 8 no. 2 (winter 247): 258–271.

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“Appreciate you wanting to stay.” When Burdock speaks, he lapses into his regional accent, his speech taking on the sway of a boat on the sea, the wideness of spaces scrubbed dead and bare by wind or fire or water. When he and Vale truly talk, they’re nigh incomprehensible to most folks. Key has heard them do this once, and the amount of excitement she displayed convinced Burdock never to use his dialect around her again.

It’s a private thing, he’d said. Ain’t for her and hers to have.

He had meant, Vale understood, not Key specifically, but the people who would take a magnifying glass to their speech to inspect its construction, who would rip apart every stitch and seam until the language was in pieces and could no longer hold its own soul, then pin it up like a bug under glass and style themselves as experts. Burdock is a guardian at heart, same as Vale, and he wants to protect living things, not yield them to people or echoing hallways that would kill and dry and preserve. There’s not much for him in Asheburg, so he’s stingy with what he’s got.

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247liveculture · 10 days

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Solange (2021)

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🇫🇷 Le Mont-Saint-Michel (pronounced [mɔ̃ sɛ̃ mi.ʃɛl]; English: Saint Michael's Mount) is an island and commune in Normandy, France. It is in the Manche department. It is located about one kilometre (0.6 miles) from the country's northwestern coast. It is at the mouth of the Couesnon River near Avranches. It is 247 acres (100 ha) in size and it has a population of 44 (2009). People that live there are called the Montois. The island has had strategic fortifications since ancient times. The name Mont-Saint-Michel comes from the monastery built there in the eighth century AD. The way in which the town is built is an example of how feudal society worked. At the top there is God, the abbey and monastery. Below this, there are the great halls, then stores and houses. At the bottom, outside the walls, there are the houses of fishermen and farmers.

Mont-Saint-Michel is one of France's most famous landmarks. The island and its bay are part of the UNESCO list of World Heritage Sites. Every year, more than 3 million people visit it.

History

Mont-Saint-Michel was an Armorican stronghold of Gallo-Roman culture in the sixth and seventh centuries. In the seventh century, the Franks took the mount. From about the fifth to the eighth century, Mont-Saint-Michel was part of a region called Neustria. At the start of the ninth century, it was an important place in the marches of Neustria.

Inside the walls of Mont-Saint-Michel.

Before the eighth century, the island was called Mont Tombe (Latin: tumba). The Catholic Church built the first religious building in the eighth century, and the mount became Mont-Saint-Michel. According to legend, the Archangel Michael appeared in 708 to St. Aubert, the bishop of Avranches. The angel told him to build a church on the mount. Aubert didn't listen to the angel until Michael burned a hole in the bishop's skull with his finger.

The king of the Franks could not defend his kingdom against the attacks of the Vikings. The king agreed to give the Cotentin peninsula and the Avranchin, including Mont-Saint-Michel, to the Bretons in the 867 Treaty of Compiègne. For a short time, the mount belonged to the Bretons. In effect, these lands and Mont-Saint-Michel never belonged to the duchy of Brittany. They remained separate bishoprics from the newly created Breton archbishopric of Dol. When Rollo named Franco as archbishop of Rouen, the diocese of Rouen took the lands and the mount. They became part of Normandy once again, but not officially.

The mount became strategically important again in 933 when William "Long Sword" (the Duke of Normandy) annexed the Cotentin Peninsula from the weakened Dukes of Brittany. This made the mount part of Normandy officially. This is shown in the Bayeux Tapestry, which commemorates (helps remember) the Norman conquest of England in 1066. The tapestry shows Harold, Earl of Wessex helping two Norman knights from the quicksand around Mont-Saint-Michel during a battle with Conan II, Duke of Brittany. Norman dukes paid for the development of the abbey in the following centuries. It became a good example of Norman architecture.

In 1067, the monastery of Mont-Saint-Michel gave its support to Duke William of Normandy in his claim to the throne of England. William gave houses and grounds on the English side of the Channel as a reward. These included a small island off the southwestern coast of Cornwall. It became a Norman priory named St Michael's Mount of Penzance. It looks similar to Mont-Saint-Michel.

During the Hundred Years' War, the English made many attacks on the island. They were not able to take it due to the abbey's very good fortifications. The English first attacked the mount in 1423, and then again in 1433. Thomas Scalles was the leader of the English army. Scalles left two wrought iron bombards when he stopped his attack. They are still there today. They are known as les Michelettes. The resistance at Mont-Saint-Michel gave hope to the French, especially Joan of Arc.

Cannons left by Thomas Scalles at Mont-Saint-Michel on 17 June 1434. Currently (June 2013), only the second cannon, the one closer to the wall, is shown. It is inside the entrance to the mount's outer wall.

When Louis XI of France founded the Order of Saint Michael in 1469, he wanted the church of Mont-Saint-Michel to become the chapel for the Order. However, it was far from Paris so this was not possible.

The wealth and influence of the abbey helped other foundations, for example St Michael's Mount in Cornwall. However, it started to become less popular as a centre of pilgrimage due to the Reformation. At the time of the French Revolution, there were almost no monks living there. The republicans closed the abbey. It became a prison. At first, this was to hold clerical enemies of the French republic. Later, there were also important political prisoners at the mount. In 1836, famous figures, such as Victor Hugo, started a campaign to restore the mount. The prison closed in 1863, and the mount became a historic monument in 1874. Mont-Saint-Michel and its bay became UNESCO World Heritage Sites in 1979. The factors for listing included cultural, historical, and architectural importance, as well as man-made and natural beauty.

Plan of the mount

In the 11th century, Richard II of Normandy chose an Italian architect called William de Volpiano to build the abbey of Mont-Saint-Michel. Volpiano had already built the Abbey of Fécamp, in Normandy. He designed the Romanesque church of the abbey. He chose to place the transept crossing at the top of the mount. He also built a lot of crypts and chapels below the ground. These are to support building above, because it is very heavy. Today, Mont-Saint-Michel has a church of Romanesque style.

Robert de Thorigny was a great supporter of Henry II of England. Henry was also Duke of Normandy at this time. Thorigny made the structure of the buildings stronger. He also built the main façade of the church in the 12th century. In 1204, the Breton Guy de Thouars, a friend of the King of France, attacked the mount with an army. He set fire to the village and killed lots of people. However, he had to retreat (leave) under the powerful walls of the abbey. The fire extended to the buildings, and the roofs burnt. Philip Augustus, Thorigny's friend, was unhappy about the cruel actions and the destruction. He offered Abbot Jourdain some money to build a new Gothic-style architectural set. The abbot added the refectory (dining room) and cloister.

Charles VI added big fortifications to the abbey-mount. He also added building towers and courtyards, and he made the ramparts stronger.

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Less than half of older teenagers have received education on domestic abuse and controlling or coercive behaviour at their sixth form or further education college in England, research suggests.

Charity Refuge said 47% of 16 to 19-year-olds had received this education at sixth form or at their further education college, with 50% saying they had received this while in school years seven to 11.

Relationships and sex education, which includes teaching on domestic abuse and controlling or coercive behaviour, is mandatory for secondary school pupils.

Refuge’s survey, of 1,000 16-19-year olds in education carried out by Opinium in August, found that 30% of young women said they had experienced controlling or coercive behaviour in a relationship.

When they were presented with a list of examples of potentially controlling and coercive behaviour, 51% of the young women surveyed said this had happened to them.

These included a partner isolating them from their friends and family, monitoring their use of social media, repeatedly putting them down, restricting access to birth control and controlling their finances.

The charity said it is worried that too many young people are not being given vital information.

It is calling for such education to be mandatory in post-16 education, and has written to Education Secretary Kit Malthouse asking him to consider how more consistent teaching can be achieved.

It said that while relationships and sex education must be taught in sixth forms attached to schools, other sixth forms and further education colleges are not required to teach this, so some students are missing out.

The charity has teamed up with survivor and university student Faustine Petron to launch the Make it Mandatory campaign.

The 22-year-old’s Change.org petition calling on the Government to make education on domestic abuse and coercive control mandatory in sixth form has received more than 62,000 signatures.

Refuge chief executive Ruth Davison said “much more” needs to be done to educate the public on what coercive control is and its impact on survivors.

She said: “Young people at school are at a pivotal age in terms of learning about relationships. This the exact time that they should be receiving comprehensive education about domestic abuse – but this is not the case for so many.

“With over 51% of young women experiencing behaviours that could be coercive or controlling, now is the time for the government to intervene and protect young people. Without action, young people are at risk.”

Ms Petron said: “As a survivor who would have benefitted from better education on the warning signs of coercive or controlling behaviour, it’s an issue close to my heart and one I intend to keep fighting for.

“It’s vital that young people are empowered to spot the signs of domestic abuse and know how to get support if they need it.”

A Department for Education spokesperson said: “Domestic violence is a horrific crime. To help children and young people learn about healthy relationships early on we have made age-appropriate relationship, sex, and health education (RSHE) lessons in schools compulsory, so that by the time they leave school they are familiar with these challenging issues.

“Schools and post-16 providers should be alert to issues such as everyday sexism, misogyny, and gender stereotypes and take positive action to build a culture where these are not tolerated, and any occurrences are identified and tackled.”

Refuge’s National Domestic Abuse Helpline – 0808 2000 247 – is available 24 hours a day, seven days a week for free, confidential support.

People can also visit www.nationaldahelpline.org.uk to fill in a webform and request a safe time to be contacted or to access live chat (live chat available 3pm-10pm, Monday to Friday).

Support with tech abuse is available via refugetechsafety.org.

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#feliks and the ministry of finance are constantly at odds over his use of government funds to finance his shopping expenditures

My Top Posts in 2022:

When I was thinking about grocery store Prussia and this was what came to mind.

Prussia: Why the fuck are you buying six tubs of sour cream and 13 packs of glitter?

Poland: why the fuck are you still alive?

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Idk why but Liet just gives me the vibes of someone who is always at least three years behind when it comes to trends or pop culture.

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Hetalia: How Common are Countries' Human First Names in Their Country

Alfred - 366th in the U.S.

Matthew - 152th in Canada

Arthur - 179th in England

Francis - 7th in France

Ludwig - 172nd in Germany

Kiku - 242nd in Japan

Antonio - 5th in Spain

Ivan - 18th in Russia

Feliciano - 1,302nd in Italy

Feliks - 2,671st in Poland

Erzsébet - 15th in Hungary

Eduard - 120th in Estonia

Raivis - 311th in Latvia

Natalya - 5th in Belarus

Sadık - 251st in Turkey

Gilbert - 1,065th in Germany

Roderich - 2,597th in Austria

source forebears.io and disclaimer I cannot guarantee if this is 100% accurate. Still I thought it was interesting. Note these numbers are how many people living in the country with the name not popularity of a given year. Numbers include both masculine and feminine names.

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Happy Halloween!

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My #1 post of 2022

The idea of Feliks not actually working for the Polish Government anymore is just too hilarious to me. But it just fits him so well.

I feel like his attitude towards the paperwork aspects of government were probably along the lines of "what are they gonna do, fire me? I'm Freakin' Poland!"

So it's understandable why they probably wouldn't fight him too much when he decided to quit.

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Salam Sister!!! Are the dreams at asr time good or bad? Also do u know what some of the dreams indicate?

Wa alaykum assalam wa rahmatu Allahi wa barakatuhu dear!

Well I don't think it's about Asr time in particular, I know there is a joke going on in some middle eastern cultures about the dreams of Asr time and that they are often known to be crazy and confusing, but there is nothing known for us as Muslim about that.

But, about dreams in general, Prophet Muhammad ﷺ said “A good vision (ru'ya) is from Allāh and a bad dream (hulm) is from Satan; so if one of you sees anything (in a dream which he dislikes), he should spit on his left side thrice and seek refuge with Allāh from its evil, and then it will never harm him” (Sahih al-Bukhari, 3118).

There are certain sunan ( habits of the Prophet ﷺ) that he used to do before sleep and that we should do to protect ourselves from Shaytan and all evil when we sleep, that are the following:

1) SUNNAH OF WUDU BEFORE BED:

Narrated Al-Bara ‘bin `Azib: The Prophet (ﷺ) said to me, “Whenever you go to bed perform ablution like that for the prayer, lie on your right side and say,

اللَّهُمَّ أَسْلَمْتُ وَجْهِي إِلَيْكَ، وَفَوَّضْتُ أَمْرِي إِلَيْكَ، وَأَلْجَأْتُ ظَهْرِي إِلَيْكَ، رَغْبَةً وَرَهْبَةً إِلَيْكَ، لاَ مَلْجَأَ وَلاَ مَنْجَا مِنْكَ إِلاَّ إِلَيْكَ، اللَّهُمَّ آمَنْتُ بِكِتَابِكَ الَّذِي أَنْزَلْتَ، وَبِنَبِيِّكَ الَّذِي أَرْسَلْتَ

“Allahumma aslamtu wajhi ilaika, wa fauwadtu `Amri ilaika, wa alja’tu Zahri ilaika raghbatan wa rahbatan ilaika. La Malja’a wa la manja minka illa ilaika. Allahumma amantu bikitabika-l-ladhi anzalta wa bina-biyika-l ladhi arsalta”

O Allah! I surrender to You and entrust all my affairs to You and depend upon You for Your Blessings both with hope and fear of You. There is no fleeing from You, and there is no place of protection and safety except with You O Allah! I believe in Your Book (the Qur’an) which You have revealed and in Your Prophet (Muhammad) whom You have sent.

Then if you die on that very night, you will die with faith (i.e. or the religion of Islam) - Sahih Al-Bukhari 247

2) RECITING SURAH IKHLAS, FALAQ AND AN-NAS BEFORE BED:

The Prophet (ﷺ) used to seek refuge from satan at night by reciting Al-Mu’awwidhatan (both Surah Falaq and Surah Nas) as well as reading Surah Ikhlas.

Narrated ‘Aisha: Whenever the Prophet (ﷺ) went to bed every night, he used to cup his hands together and blow over it after reciting Surat Al-Ikhlas, Surat Al-Falaq and Surat An-Nas, and then rub his hands over whatever parts of his body he was able to rub, starting with his head, face and front of his body. He used to do that three times. - Sahih Al-Bukhari 5017

3) HADITH BEFORE SLEEPING – CLEANING BED SHEETS

Narrated Abu Huraira: The Prophet (ﷺ) said, “When anyone of you go to bed, he should shake out his bed with the inside of his waist sheet, for he does not know what has come on to it after him, and then he should say: ‘Bismika Rabbi Wada`tu Janbi wa bika arfa’uhu, In amsakta nafsi farhamha wa in arsaltaha fahfazha bima tahfazu bihi ibadakas-salihin.” - Sahih Al-Bukhari 6320 and Sahih Muslim 2714 a

4) DHIKR AND TASBEEH BEFORE SLEEPING:

The Sunnah of Prophet Muhammad (ﷺ) before sleeping was to recite subhanallah, alhamdulillah, and allahu akbar thirty times.

Narrated Ali bin Abi Talib: Fatima came to the Prophet (ﷺ) asking for a servant. He said, “May I inform you of something better than that? When you go to bed, recite “Subhan Allah’ thirty three times, ‘Al hamduli l-lah’ thirty three times, and ‘Allahu Akbar’ thirty four times. Ali added, ‘I have never failed to recite it ever since.” Somebody asked, “Even on the night of the battle of Siffin?” He said, “Even on the night of the battle of Siffin.” - Sahih Al-Bukhari 5362 and Sahih Muslim 2727 a

5) SLEEPING ON RIGHT SIDE

Narrated Hudhaifa: When the Prophet (ﷺ) went to bed at night, he would put his hand under his cheek and then say, “Allahumma bismika amutu wa ahya,” (O Allah, in Your name I die and I live) and when he got up, he would say, “Al-Hamdu lil-lahi al-ladhi ahyana ba’da ma amatana, wa ilaihi an-nushur.” (Praise be to Allaah who has brought us back to life after causing us to die, and to Him is the resurrection) - Sahih Al-Bukhari 6314

6) SUNNAH TO NOT SLEEP ON YOUR BELLY

It was narrated that Abu Dharr said: “The Prophet (ﷺ) passed by me and I was lying on my stomach. He nudged me with his foot and said: ‘O Junaidib! This is how the people of Hell lie.'” - Sahih (Darussalam) Sunan Ibn Majah 3724

7) RECITING AYATUL KURSI BEFORE SLEEPING

Allah’s Apostle asked, “What did your prisoner do yesterday?” I replied, “He claimed that he would teach me some words by which Allah will benefit me, so I let him go.” Allah’s Messenger (ﷺ) asked, “What are they?” I replied, “He said to me, ‘Whenever you go to bed, recite Ayat-al-Kursi from the beginning to the end —- Allahu la ilaha illa huwa-lHaiy-ul-Qaiyum—-.’ He further said to me, ‘(If you do so), Allah will appoint a guard for you who will stay with you, and no satan will come near you till morning.’ […] The Prophet (ﷺ) said, “He really spoke the truth, although he is an absolute liar. Do you know whom you were talking to, these three nights, O Abu Huraira?” Abu Huraira said, “No.” He said, “It was Satan.” - Sahih al-Bukhari 2311

8) LAST TWO VERSES OF SURAH BAQARAH AT NIGHT

Rewards of reciting last 2 ayat of Surah Baqarah before going to bed.

Narrated Abu Mas’ud: The Prophet (ﷺ) said, “If somebody recited the last two Verses of Surat Al-Baqara at night, that will be sufficient for him.” - Sahih al-Bukhari 5009

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Obviously, it is not a must to do all of them at once every time you are going to sleep, but you can stick to the couple of easy ones, the ones that would come so naturally to you, and bit by bit you build a habit. When I started implementing the before-sleep sunan in my life, I had written them on a small post-its and put them on the wall beside my pillow, like facing your head position when you're going to bed so that it will be a visual reminder for me and that helped a lot Alhamdulillah.

I would definitely recommend you do some ( or all if you can) of them and in shaa Allah you will be protected from the bad and confusing dreams my dear!

- A. Z. 🍃

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#world’s most amazing pizza my my horrible now estranged in laws wrote a bad check to so i can’t reasonably show my face there ever again

Putting my top posts under the cut because it's all story chapters and some of it's spicy!

My Top Posts in 2022:

Sassenach and the Spaniard - ch 1

Pero Tovar x female reader Co-written with @absurdthirst

Delirious with sickness and near to death, Pero Tovar finds himself on the doorstep of a village outsider who nurses him back to health just before the winter snows descend. With a black cat for company, a mask on her face, and a biting wit that intrigues him, Pero comes to find out that his new companion is more than what she seems. ✨ Inspired and influenced by Diana Gabaldon’s Outlander series. ✨ Reader is described as disabled and having hair long enough to cover part of her face.

Rating: Mature Word Count: 9.2k Warnings: Graphic depictions of illness. Summary: Near death, Pero ends up in the care of a strange woman who insists on wearing a mask over her face. Notes: This fic deals with comparisons between modern medicine and folk healing methods. References to vaccinations and modern medical procedures will be littered throughout the text as well as some herbal/folk remedies when appropriate. There will be criticism of medieval medical procedures (leeches, bloodletting, humours, etc), but *not* of cultural or spiritual belief. We came here to have fun and be respectful, and that’s what we’re gonna do. Great Big Beautiful Shout Out to @ithinkhesgaybutwesavedmufasa and her Outlander-inspired series The Sunshine Undertow. It is brilliant reading and a compelling characterization of Oberyn 💖

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You’re So Vain - Chapter 1

Dieter Bravo x female Reader Co-written with @absurdthirst

Oscar winning star Dieter Bravo’s reputation is suffering after the debacle of “Cliff Beasts 6″ and “Beasts of the Bubble”, so his management team has signed him on to a publicity stunt to find his soulmate and show the world a softer side of the erratic and unpredictable star. The plan quickly go awry, though, when Dieter’s soulmate wants nothing to do with him.

Rating: Teen. But this blog is *always* 18+ Word Count: 5.7k Warnings: *Blanket warning for chronic illness, cursing, and deceased family members. This is a Dieter fic, folks, so there absolutely will be discussions of drugs, drug use, and addiction.* Enemies to lovers, family hardships. Summary: Dieter meets with his team about their new strategy to fix his image problem, and you battle your best friend about how to respond to it when the campaign goes live. Notes: Welcome to the Soulmate Sunday Family to our favourite Trash Can Man, Dieter Bravo! This is my first time writing anything enemies to lovers and Keri and I are having a blast with the secondary characters for this series. Hopefully you guys will enjoy it as much as we are!

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Better Together

Frankie Morales x female Reader x Benny Miller Co-written with @absurdthirst

Rating: Explicit. 18+ only friends! Word Count: 10.5k Warnings: Allusions to past addiction, food talk, unbearable amounts of fluff. FishBen comes with its own warning. Established relationship, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, double penetration, pool sex, outdoor sex, oral sex (m and f receiving), fingering, lovers being greedy, jealousy mention, teasing, mentions of future escapades, picture taking/homemade porn, biting, rough sex, cum eating, creampie Summary: Frankie has had a rough day and needs some attention from his girl right away, but Benny refuses to be left out. Notes: Once upon a time, I told Keri about a dream I had where Benny gets pout because you and Frankie started without him. It went right onto our prompt list and lived there, happily awaiting its turn to be brought to life. Well...that time has come. And it cums a LOT.

Together in Chronological Order:Waking Up TogetherTaking Care TogetherBetter TogetherCelebrating Together

These moments are rare. The ones where he hits the door and just needs to feel anything other than what's making his skin crawl. Often coming home is a sense of relief. An opening of the door and calling out into the house to see who is busy, even though he knows who is home from the cars in the driveway. The depositing his keys in that bowl by the door and the shucking of his jacket and hanging it up on that little bench seat hook thing you had insisted be make one weekend after pouring over Pinterest. It's groaning when he sits down and takes off the cowboy boots Santiago makes fun of and the relief of his aching feet being free while he wiggles his toes. Sighing as the weight of the day rolls off his back like water off a duck's feathers. Leaving it all right there so he can spend time with his loves without burdening you with it.

Instead of that normal routine, he's practically jumping out of his skin. His lips seeking yours as soon as you round the corner and your eyes light up when you see him. He needs that. Needs you. Barely kicking the door shut before he's on you, pouring his need into the meeting of your mouths and his flick of his tongue against yours.

“Frankie!” His name is a muffled squeal from your lips as he absolutely devours you the second he walks in the front door. The surprise melts away in seconds, leaving you pressed between his body and the hallway wall before you can think. “Mm, I missed you, too.”

"Need you." He pants against your lips, his cock already starting to harden against your hips and the fact that you are in your bathing suit makes the half-formed idea he had of having you develop into something more. "Let me fuck you in the pool, baby."

There are only a few reasons that Frankie ever plows into the house like this, desperate and needy and ready to go without anything more than a tangled kiss. Usually it means he’s had a particularly stressful or hard day and he’s ready to relieve that in the very best way possible. You knock his cap off in your haste to get your arms around his neck, nodding into another deep kiss. “Anywhere you want.”

He groans into your mouth, letting go of your curves so he can start to shuck his jacket but unable to take his mouth off of you for the second it would take as you start to draw him back through the house. The still bright light of the evening shining through the windows and large slider that leads out to private backyard. The sparkling blue pool calling his name and the idea of having you in it makes him eager to follow while still trying to kick off his boots.

“Don’t trip, baby.” You’re tugging his t-shirt up over his head and pulling his belt buckle open with no problem, but it would not be the first time he’s tripped trying to take off those damn boots he loves.

He grunts, the rush of need still hammering in his veins. He doesn't give a shit. If he trips, he’ll pull you down and he'll fuck you on the floor in the kitchen. He doesn't care. Instead of answering, his fingers start stripping down your bikini bottoms.

“Frankie—” It’s a whimper this time, moaned into the empty house while he nips across your skin, teeth scraping and tongue soothing every inch of you as he goes. There is a tentative, needy whine in your tone that makes him grin against your lips. He likes when you are like that. Wanting him, needing him. Providing him with the distraction of his mind. Filling it with nothing but you.

"Fuck, baby..." He doesn't stop, crowding you against the glass door in the kitchen that leads to the backdoor and tugging at the ties of your top to pull it away while you start to pull at the fly of his pants. Humming, he loves when your tits are free. Cupping them and massaging them before he lets go to open the door. To get you outside into the pool.

You don’t hesitate for a second, reaching over to turn on some music on the little outdoor speaker system you have set up so the neighbors don’t bitch, then jumping right into the water without a scrap of fabric left on your body. Florida weather was made for fucking in the cool relief of your backyard pool. “Come on, gorgeous,” you beckon him to follow with one crooked finger. “Can’t fuck me if you’re still on the deck.”

It only takes a moment for him to shuck his pants and boxer briefs down, hard cock bobbing heavily, before he’s ready to jump in himself. Doing just that and splashing you before he comes up and immediately starts wading towards you.

“Bad day, baby?” Reaching for him, you pull him to you with your legs around his waist.

Frankie huffs. “Not bad.” His fingers slide between your thighs, and he doesn’t waste any time pushing two of them deep inside your clenching core.

"Holy shit!" The suddenness is what takes you off guard. It's not as though you weren't soaking wet for him the second his tongue swiped into your mouth in the hallway, but Frankie's thick fingers are always worth moaning about. He's in the mood to act right now, not talk, which means later on in front of the TV he'll be cuddling into the middle of the couch looking for soft snuggles.

"Fuck." He twitches against your thigh and starts to pump his fingers into your tight walls while his mouth starts to kiss and suck his way down your neck and across your chest. Tasting your skin mixed with the chlorinated pool water. Making him groan when he licks away beads of water and sucks on your skin, relishing the way your blunt nails dig into his shoulders while you hold onto him and lean back to give him more access, your breast bobbing enticingly just under the waterline.

“Gonna leave your marks on me, baby?” There’s something gorgeously feral about the way your men get when it comes to leaving marks on any part of you that just makes your count clench down even tighter on Frankie’s talented fingers. It’s primal and needy and sexy in a very possessive way that you can’t deny absolutely loving. They like to bite and scratch, both of them, and you love the roughness that comes with their affection.

There is a split second where he stops, dark eyes finding yours and his lips curve in a deliciously wicked smirk. Right before he attacks the top of your breast and bites on the flesh before moving down to take your pebbled nipple into the heat of his mouth. Frankie curls his fingers just right inside you, making your walls flutter and pulse and hold him tight while you sob his name, drenching his hand in your release. It doesn’t matter how many times he makes you cum with those magic pilot’s hands, it always makes you shake in his arms and beg for more.

The consistency of your release is so differing from the pool water. Slick and slippery. Frankie groans and his cock is already aching to be inside you. Deep enough in the pool that he can still put his feet down, he traps you against the cool tiles on the sidewall and releases your nipple from between his teeth. “Wanna fuck you baby.” He moans. “Make you cum on my cock.”

“Oh fuck.” Leaning back against the edge of the pool, your tits are completely in display for him while his hands carefully trace every inch of you below the surface of the water. Your eyes are just as dark as his now, loving the roughness when one of you gets needy. “Do it, baby. Split me open and make me scream.”

You don’t have to tell him twice. Fingers pull out of your pussy and position the thick, blunt head of his cock at your entrance. Hands moving to the edge of the pool for more leverage before his hips surge forward, burying the long length of his cock inside you to the very root.

The moan he pushes out of you is loud and long and gorgeous, not some strangled thing you try to hide or cut off. Fuck the neighbors - they keep you up in the middle of the night fighting, so you’ll fuck as loud as you want to. “God, Frankie — you fill me up so f-fucking good.”

You, the feel of you around him and the sounds you make are all he can think about. Pussy drunk on the way that your body grips his, he doesn’t even register the sounds of movement in the house while the water starts to churn from the way that his hips are moving, pushing you up against the side of the pool and then letting you slide down when he pulls back. Focused on you and the moment, blind to everything else in the way that he needs. “Fuck – shit, baby. So good.” The words are thick on his tongue, like he’s in a fog.

“Hey!” Benny’s voice is a pure pout from where he stands on the deck and your eyes blink open at the sound, taking in all six-foot-three of your favourite human puppy dog with his arms crossed over his chest as he looks down at you and Fish in the pool with his bottom lip stuck out. “You couldn’t wait ten extra fuckin minutes? You had to start without me?”

Frankie’s eyes cut over to where Benny is standing, the ire on his face not even phasing him. “No.” He grunts, still rocking into you at the same pace, even as he repositions his feet on the pool bottom and regrips the edge of the wall. “Make it- fuck- up to you.” He hisses when you clench around him, always happy to see your Benny and your body reacting accordingly.

Whimpering when Frankie doesn’t let up even for a second, you beckon Benny towards you with the hand that isn’t holding on tight to Frankie. “Strip down and c’mere, baby.” You beg, feeling even needier now that both of your boys are home. “Let me suck your cock while Frankie fucks me.”

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360 notes - Posted January 12, 2022

Broken Road - part 1

Javier Peña x female reader Co-written with @absurdthirst

When Javier’s high school sweetheart turns up at the Embassy, it shakes him right to his foundation. How will he cope when he learns that everything he thought he knew about his first heartbreak was a lie?

Rating: E is for explicit! It’s Javi, after all Word Count: 11.3k Warnings: YEARNING. So much yearning. Miscommunication, angst, shouting, straight up lies, manipulation, broken hearts and broken trust, family behaving badly, mentions and appearance of sex workers. This chapter contains portrayals of teens in a consensual sexual relationship. Oral sex (female receiving), vaginal sex, protected sex (wrap it before you tap it). Summary: Your first day at your new posting in Colombia turns out to be a hell of a lot more dramatic than you ever expected when the nice DEA agent you meet in the halls namedrops his partner - Peña. Which is the name of the boy who broke your heart sixteen years ago. But it couldn’t possibly BE the same man, could it? Notes: Happy Valentine’s Day and welcome to some Javi angst! We tried to use some functional Spanish throughout the dialogue since they’re in Colombia and both Javi and reader are meant to be fluent. English translations are right alongside (in parenthesis) but if we got anything wrong, please let me know so I can fix it!

Part 1 ~ Part 2 ~ Part 3 ~ Part 4 ~ Part 5

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379 notes - Posted February 14, 2022

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Killer Writing - chapter 1

Dave York x plus size female reader Co-written with @absurdthirst

After divorcing Carol so she could marry her soulmate, Dave York threw himself into his work. There is no way he could have predicted that the unexpected collateral damage on an op would turn out to be his soulmate. Now all he can do is keep you safe, and try his best to get you to not hate him as the two of you try to navigate a blooming relationship that started out with threats and a mean right hook.

Rating: Mature for violence Word Count: 9.4k Warnings: *Blanket content warning for self-esteem, self-image, and weight issues.* Canon typical violence, assassination, guns, a good solid punch to the jaw, kidnapping, binding and not in the fun way, fight or flight response is definitely fight, anxiety baby, food and diet things, violence against tea bags. Summary: Your rather humdrum life of Lab Assistant by Day - Fanfic Writer by Night is turned on its ear when your boss is suddenly killed in your lab and her killers take you hostage. And as if that isn’t dramatic enough for one morning, it seems that the ringleader is your long-anticipated soulmate. Notes: You guys, we are SO EXCITED for this debut. This idea was birthed many moons ago when the soulmate universe was just starting out it’s one that Keri and I hold near and dear to our hearts. 💕✨ As always, please remember that even if a chapter is not marked explicit for sexual content, this is still an 18+ blog and inappropriate for minors.

Ch 1 ~ Ch 2 ~ Ch 3 ~ Ch 4 ~ Ch 5 ~ Ch 6 ~ Ch 7

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