#Dr. Claret

[sillystanleystuff]

Just another Tuesday for a doctor

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[saria88]

Favorites of 2023

I haven't done one of these in a while, mostly because 2020-2022 were a wash. This year was a bit more favorable for me in spite of the world still going to shit.

Favorite Characters:

Misuzu Gundou

Tilty Claret

Shizuka

Favorite Anime:

Insomniacs After School

My Clueless First Friend

Favorite Movie:

Godzilla Minus One

Favorite Moments:

Mario Kart race in the Super Mario Bros Movie

Tears of the Kingdom Final Battle

Sonic Symphony

Let's Go Dad

Favorite Surprises:

Metroid Prime Remastered

Zelda Movie Announcement

Favorite Vtubers:

Shiori Novella

Henya the Genius

FuwaMoco

[marcmarcmomarc]

RWBY Volume 10 Prediction

Ruby’s Solidarity/The Remnant Alliance

Founded by Qrow Branwen and Robyn Hill

Main members: Team RWBY, Team JNPR plus Oscar Pine/Professor Ozpin and Emerald Sustrai, Team STRQ plus Zwei, the Ace-Ops, the Happy Huntresses, Winter Schnee, Team SSSNN, Team CFVY, Team ABRN, Iris Marilla, Whitley Schnee, Willow Schnee, Klein Sieben, Maria Calavera, Dr. Pietro Polendina, Ghira Belladonna, Kali Belladonna, Ilia Amitola, Bartholomew Oobleck, Peter Port, Glynda Goodwitch, Professor Theodore, and Xanthe Rumpole

In honor of Penny Polendina, Pyrrha Nikos, Hazel Rainart, Clover Ebi, Vine Zeki, Summer Rose, and Vernal

Additional members: Rowena Sunnybrook, Thumbelina Peach, Ann Greene, Harold Mulberry, Olive Gashley, Rae Noire, Ariadne Guimet, Elektra Fury, the Arc family, Caroline Cordovin and the Atlas Military, Team FNKI, Team CRDL, Shopkeep, Ciel Soleil, Olive Harper, Team BRIR, Shay D. Mann and the Branwen Tribe, Henry Marigold, Saber Rodentia, the White Fang, Fiona’s uncle, Oscar’s aunt, the red haired woman at Pyrrha’s memorial, Hei “Junior” Xiong and his henchmen, Lil’ Miss Malachite and her bodyguards, Miltia and Melanie Malachite, Carmella Lindt, Starr Sanzang, Finn Asturias, Lily and her younger sister, Bertilak Celadon, Edward Caspian, August Caspian, Slate, Green, Team NDGO, Dudley, the shovel mom, the female fox Faunus the shovel mom was hugging in the crater in 8x11, both women’s respective sons, the disgruntled grandmother, their fellow Faunus refugees from the Mantle crater, Crimson, the captain and crew of the ship Blake and Sun rode to Menagerie on, the Higanbana waitress, Lisa Lavender, Mikado Lem, Russet Ka, Cerise Claire, Zure and Cye Ayu, Mossius and Claret Berbere, the merchant from RWBY: Arrowfell, Cyril lan, Team SAFR, Councilwoman Camilla, Drunk Mann, Drinking Buddy, Roch Szalt, Kandi Floss, the blacksmith who gave Jaune his new shield, and the mayor who congratulated Team RNJR

[kindnessisweakness2]

Delusional - Part 26

Stepping out of the warehouse into the afternoon sun, Delaney felt like she wasnt actually there. What she could feel though was the quickly drying blood on her face and neck. Her hands were covered in claret. Her hands. She had blood on her hands. 2 people were dead because of her. Alex was right. This was going to haunt her. She had convinced herself that if he was dead he would never hurt her again. How wrong was she? She'd been wrong alot lately. Wrong about alot of things. She would go through the rest of her life knowing she was a murderer. "Baby?" Jax's voice called out from behind her, but he sounded far away. Hands grasped her shoulders and before she knew it Happy's stern face came into her vision. His eyes burned into her soul and she felt her eyes sting with tears. She could see Jax and Opie in her peripheral vision, they stood close watching her and Happy's stare down. They both knew he would never hurt her, their relationship very sibling like. But that didnt mean they weren't worried. Delaney had been through so much and they were both scared she would break down any moment. Happy's voice broke the silence. "I want you to listen to me, D. If anyone knows about the burden that Murder places on your shoulders its me. Sometimes you can bury it and act like everythings fine. Wont even think about it. Other times you'll be lay in bed, 3am and the voices of the people you've killed will fill your head. You'll give everything in the world to make it stop. Do not pretend you are fine when your not. We're your family, always have been, since the day you scrambled red faced into TM for your interview with Gemma. " The Tacoma Killer smiled at the memory of the first time everyone met Delaney. "What i want you to remember is both them assholes got what they deserved. What you gave them was mercy D. A quick death. Because i promise if I got my hands on either of them, I've tortured them for hours. Made fucking sure I took my time. And on the days when those voices fill your head, and it gets too much to carry, you call me. You fucking call me!" Happy demanded as he held a tearful Delaney, his own eyes brimming with tears. Tears of anger for what happened to someone he was close to. Tears of pain for everything she went through all them years she was with that prick. And maybe even tears of disappointment that he didnt get to extract his pound of flesh for the revenge and anger that burned within him. Pulling the girl into the tightest hug he was allowed to considering she was still healing from a bullet wound, Happy kissed the top of her head. "Your a fighter D. You always have been. Its who you are inside. And i swear, I will protect you and little peanut until the day i die, and I'm not going out of this world easy." Happy pulled away from the hug and wiped his eyes. Clearing his throat he turned to glare as a smirking Opie. "Well shit Hap, thats the most words I've ever heard you speak since ive known you!" Happy Glared and rammed his fist into Opies Shoulder. "If either of you mention this, i will fuck you up!" And with a final promise of violence and a nod to Delaney Happy got on his bike and rode away.

Taking a deep breath, Delaney pushed her hair back, no doubt smearing blood across her face. She couldn't believe her life. It felt like she was taking constant hits from every direction, smashing apart any good thing that happened to her. Turning to Jax, she managed a small smile. "Lets go see Dr Knowles shall we?" Following behind Jax to his bike, Delaney thought over how she was gonna handle the troublesome doctor. Killing her wasn't an option, as much as she would love to wrap her hands around her pale neck and watch the light fade from her beady judgemental eyes. Plus killing his first love would probably drive a wedge between her and Jax. He would see her as a cold killer rather than the woman he fell in love with. Fuck, he's probably shocked she killed Alex. Would he look at her different? Would he be disgusted? She didn't have time to let her thoughts wonder anymore as Jax slowed the bike to a stop in Tara's driveway. With a quick nod from the Delaney he made his way towards the door, her staying close behind him. She only had time to press a quick reassuring kiss to the back of his neck before the door swung open and Tara's smiling face appeared.

Here we go, was the only thing Delaney could think.

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[brotherhoodoftheblade]

Just reading again and...

“In the eighteenth century there was no greater indication of wealth than the amount of food you were prepared to eat. For gentlemen it was also a test of virility; gluttony was manly, not greedy. // ...Gentlemen were encouraged to drink; in fact, part of being a gentleman meant holding your liquor...According to Thackeray, the English nobility spent at least a quarter of their lives drinking and were rarely entirely sober. Dr. Johnson noted: “Claret is the liquor for boys, port for men: but he who aspires to be a hero must drink brandy.”“

So, apparently, John and Percy were unmanly in their appetites for food, but at least they were heroic in their taste in drink. 😂

[best-character-named-x-poll]

Hey, I love this blog!! I went through your upcoming lists and came up with a big long list of suggestions - sorry if this is too much!

Incomplete polls (hopefully not too many repeats!): Amos Burton (The Expanse) (Christian) Chrisjen Avasarala (The Expanse) Delores Herbig (Dead Like Me) Roxy Harvey (Dead Like Me) Doris (The Booth at the End) Hiro Nakamura (Heroes) (Wallace) Wally “Kid Flash” West (DC/The Flash) Roman Pierce (Fast & Furious series) Suki (Fast & Furious series) Marla Singer (Fight Club) Dr. Robert Chase (House MD) Melvin Frohike (X-Files) Melvin Potter (Daredevil) Adelle Dewitt (Dollhouse) Jace Corso (Dark Matter) Ginger (Chicken Run) Reese (Malcolm in the Middle) Ragnar Lothbrook (Vikings) Shane Botwin (Weeds) Dennis Reynolds (It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia) Phantom Dennis (Angel) Josie (Josie and the Pussycats) Mike Ross (Suits) Mike Seaver (Growing Pains) Carol Seaver (Growing Pains) Eden McCain (Heroes) Enid Wexler (Legally Blonde) (Renee) Ren Stevens (Even Stevens) Oswald Copperpot (Batman) Clem (Buffy the Vampire Slayer) Anya Jenkins (Buffy the Vampire Slayer) Valerie Page (V for Vendetta) Carrie Black (Orange is the New Black) (Rosie) Rosario Salazar (Will & Grace) Gerard Argent (Teen Wolf) Vincent Freeman (Gattaca) Doug Dimmadome (Fairly Oddparents) Doug Funnie (Doug) Grant Ward (Agents of SHIELD) Aaron Hotchner (Criminal Minds) Wayne Campbell (Wayne's World) Wayne Szalinski (Honey, I Shrunk the Kids)

Complete polls (hopefully they're already on your list!) - (Joe) Josephus Miller (The Expanse) Jo DeLuca (A League of Their Own) Juliette Andromeda Mao (The Expanse) (Klaus) Klaes Ashford (The Expanse) George Lass (Dead Like Me) Ray “Atom” Palmer (DC/DC’s Legends of Tomorrow) (Ramona) Mona Wu (DC/DC's Legends of Tomorrow) (Letitia) Letty Ortiz (Fast & Furious series) Aidan Waite (Being Human US) Sally Malik (Being Human US) Leslie Claret (Patriot) Kendra (Buffy the Vampire Slayer) Malcolm (Malcolm in the Middle) Cora Hale (Teen Wolf) Calvin (Calvin & Hobbes) Lee "Apollo" Adama (Battlestar Galactica) Echo (Dollhouse)

Thank you for the suggestions!

[wcatradio]

1)– A woman demonstrates for anti-abortion and was arrested and sentenced to do time in prison. Her inmate number was x-aaaaa (where  aaaaa was a consecutive HOLY number)!  2) – Grandma at Walmart teaches her 3-year old grandkid self-assertiveness by taking time to actually smell flowers.  3) – Woman cancels hair appointment and later finds it is a miracle because her doctor needs to see her that day before his 2-week vacation. 4) – Couple taking mother in law to vacation spot of her late husband finds the helpful woman on the phone actually was born 50-years ago in same city!  5) – Person on vacations stops alarm not to wake up others (and noticed the alarm was stopped just in time)! 6) – St. Anthony Claret was born on my birthday 12-23, but died 10/24!

[bantinglikewilliam]

Banting dinner day 2!

Hey ho, let's go. This little tiny boxed wine is exactly three glasses of cabernet, La Croix, mediocre Starkist tuna salad and crackers, gyro meat, and mangos.

There's vegetables in tuna salad, right? That counts as a vegetable if ketchup does (does it still?)

No urgent errands to run this afternoon that can't wait 3 hours so yes, it's 3:30pm, and I'm nervous but gonna drink three glasses of wine with dinner for science.

Did you ever notice that Aldi tuna salad is 100x better than the name brand? But I own it, and it must have some nutrients in it, even if it is filled with polyunsaturated fat (boo, if you're not sure why this is a bad thing, it's because the more unsaturated a fat is, the more free radicals it forms in your body. Free radicals are why people say you need to eat antioxidants. It's why more and more processed food manufacturers are switching to "high oleic" aka more saturated varieties of oils...but that doesn't fix the root issue. Even palm oil, which is very saturated and stable, does this. But that's a discussion for another day!). Still, I'm hungry, and it tastes better than I remember, just has a bitter aftertaste.

This wine is definitely more acidic than Coppola's Claret but it does pair well with the gyro meat.

This is not the Indian mango I was expecting. It has a weird aftertaste, like melons and cucumbers do, it's too fibrous, and it makes my mouth itch a little. I have what is known as an "oral pollen allergy" which is another reason I almost never eat fresh fruits and veg. My body basically is telling me "You don't need to eat these things to be healthy." Or at least cook them first. Hard pass. I can always freeze it and then try baking it later.

I must look up which fruits and veg were widely available during different seasons in Banting era England. I'm tempted to fry bananas or plantains and consume that as my fruit, or I can eat baby food, but I might have to stick to things like baked apples because I know most fruits were less sweet and smaller 161 years ago and they definitely couldn't waltz into Whole Foods and get watermelon in January. Someone call a historian! I want my diet to be as historically accurate as possible.

Also, I'm curious now: I'm happy to not drink during the middle of the day, it does feel a bit like a hassle, but are there any cultures left in the world where it is still culturally acceptable to drink like Mad Men and have a three martini lunch? I'm not endorsing it, I will not be drinking before or during working hours even if I work from home, but I'm just curious. There must be, right? My best guess would be somewhere in Eastern Europe, although I'd find it hard to believe if Russians didn't at least proclaim to deem that unacceptable these days.

Although one time during the pandemic this guy from a legit healthcare company called me drunk as hell to see if I would take a survey about my insurance. He pronounced the "Dr." in my address as "Doctor" dead serious and stood by it without apology. He only mildly slurred but did have enough lag time and silly mistakes and even a giggle or two which informed me he was almost certainly not dyslexic or something similar but crunk. I looked up his employer for remote jobs because I figured it would be a sweet gig if he hadn't been fired yet but sadly they required cross country travel for training which wasn't feasible at the time.

Update: Ugh, this tuna salad sucks, I can't finish it. Trying to finish gyro meat, it's fine but technically a few days past expiration, but it's hard to just eat a pile of meat, bruh, even when it's moist and spiced so nice.

And it's almost as hard to drink this much wine, but at least it goes down without chewing. I gotta re-read his pamphlet, it's been a few years, but I don't remember him drinking much water? I could not drink this much wine without water. Oof. It's heavy.

Did my most valiant but could not choke down the last slice of gyro meat. Back in the fridge it goes.

[curseconsumed]

Étienne d' Antoine...the man was born not long after Jacob had been turned, and in a way, it was odd seeing such talent grow and wither away while he, himself remained unchanged. Even if he learned to curb his appetite, he could never stay beyond three to five years in one place. The risk was far too great.

"I am a fan of architecture, so I've always enjoyed Montpelier's Cathédrale Saint-Pierre," Jacob softly said. It was too bad he could never go within its intricate walls -- not unless he wished to suffocate beneath the wrath of God.

Cleaning off his tools, he muttered, "You've been given a rare blessing. Most are not fortunate enough to travel the world, but truly...what is life if it cannot be explored? As of now, I believe my favorite place was a small town in Ireland."

He did not wish to disclose it. Some memories were meant for him and him alone. It was unfortunate that he was ultimately driven away. In the end, the Celtic people referred to him as “An T-ollphéist” -- “The Monster” -- which was a name he carried like a shadowed brand over his unbeating heart.

For whatever reason, Lorraine seemed enchanted by his musings. "If Massachusetts anything like what little I've seen of the colonies, I'll bet it's grand. Where else have your travels taken you, Dr. Nash?"

"Far and wide," he replied, intentionally vague. "I've been to every continent, and I imagine I'll continue to cycle through them for the rest of my days." My long, miserable days.

"I admire your restless spirit. It can take you places others can only dream of."

Unbidden, Jacob's cheek twitched and he frowned. "Being restless can also be a hindrance," he replied. "A restless spirit is one that knows no peace...and thus, foolish decisions are often made. There is nothing to admire about that." When Isaac Mayhew groaned, Jacob moved over and applied a damp cloth to his forehead. His gaze was dark and akin to claret within the candlelight. "Have you ever seen a man die, Miss Duplantier?"

"I've tried your approach, and I'm afraid it didn't take."

Le courage de lui (the nerve of him). And here Lorraine had heard Americans thought her people to be rude. Judging by the evidence before her, it was quite the opposite. If that's how he wished to be, then he could do so. She had no intention of allowing his behavior to sour her conviction.

These men had seen enough to tear at their hearts and minds. If she could give them even a fraction of reassurance through her care, then it made her hard work worth it.

"C'est magnifique, Monsieur Mayhew. It will take a little time, so rest for now and try to drink something, even if you don't want to. I'll be back soon to change your bedpan."

"Where are you from?" she heard Jacob ask, prompting her to turn her attention back to him with a curiously quirked brow, "I lived in both Avignon and Montpelier for a short while."

"Did you? Avignon has a stunning amphitheater, but I've never had the pleasure of seeing Montpelier. I've heard they recently erected a breathtaking fountain sculpture by Étienne d' Antoine. He has such exquisite work, so I imagine it must be beautiful."

It was surprising that Jacob had bothered to say anything to her that didn't involve a veiled insult or underhanded comment, but she found herself intrigued, especially considering he'd lived in her home country.

"I was born in Dijon," Lorraine finally answered, "The family estate is there, but my father is Foreign Minister, which means my family has always gone wherever he does -- because of this, I've lived in Portugal, Bavaria, the Ottoman Empire, and even Sweden. All these places combined make up far more time spent living outside of my beloved France, however I've also found it does little to diminish my admiration for it."

"I'm from the colony of Massachusetts, but my feet have never known rest," he said, the latter statement bringing a sense of delight aflutter in her chest. Maybe they were more similar than either of them had previously realized.

"If Massachusetts anything like what little I've seen of the colonies, I'll bet it's grand. Where else have your travels taken you, Dr. Nash?"

"Perhaps that's the appeal of serving as a surgeon in the army...we, too, never stay in one place for long."

"I admire your restless spirit," she said, "It can take you places others can only dream of."

[sillystanleystuff]

Cw: body horror (a messed up rig of a 3D model)

"It still frustrates me how in the most recent movies they aren't siblings anymore. It completely ruins the connection between the slasher and the protagonist-"

"Yeah, uh huh... Sure..."

[pumpkin-side]

Tried some hufflepuff aesthetic this time qwp

[i-am-a-wasteland]

[darkworkcourier]

Hi yes I've been enchanted and ensnared by @cyber-nya's Monster 141 AU, so I rolled around in that sandbox like a heathen.

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Dr. Adler's easy to figure out. Price picks up on it the second he walks into the infirmary on his weekly blood pack acquisition mission. Rather than the usual overly-sterile, Clorox smell, he's hit with a scent wave that screams herb garden. It makes him blink hard, reeling back, covering his nose with his wrist.

Once he recovers a little, he sees stacks of cardboard boxes, all marked up in German—Zauberbücher, Kristalle, Tränke (Zerbrechlich!), among many, many others. Adler stands in the middle of her cardboard castle, holding up two little vials up to the light. She frowns, taps on one, and tilts her head when it... changes color, turning a deep mauve.

Price wavers on whether to leave her to whatever it is she's doing, or interrupt her. He decides on the latter, mostly because he's starving, and they still have another week and a half before he can get anything fresh.

"Doc?" he tries.

"I heard you come in, Captain Price," she says, not bothering to turn her head. The vial in her left hand changes color again to a fetching chartreuse. "One moment. These are very volatile."

"Like exploding kind of volatile, or...?"

"Volatile as in prone to either reverse the order of your internal organs, or potentially cure a hangover." She pauses, squints. "I can't remember which one does what."

That seems incredibly important. Price presses himself against the wall by the door, all too happy to make a break for it if it means his small intestine won't come out his nose. Not that he uses his small intestine for much these days, but he'd rather not experience that.

In the end, she seems to decide which potion does what, setting the chartreuse vial down on her desk, and tucking the other vial (deceptively clear) in a cast iron chest that looks like it was probably made in the medieval period. She locks it twice.

Once that's done, she sighs and turns to face him. "Sorry about that, Captain. What can I do for you?"

"Just swung by to pick up, uh, supplements."

Dr. Adler raises one dark brow. "The blood packs, you mean."

He didn't remember telling her about his status, but seeing her turn their formerly boring infirmary into a witchy apothecary makes him think that it wouldn't matter if he told her or not. "Yeah," he says, rather lamely.

She nods, dusting her hands off on her lab coat, before walking over to the mini-fridge. "Do you have a preference?" she asks.

"No," he replies. "Learned not to be picky."

At that, she suddenly stands up, abandoning the fridge empty-handed. Price watches her with suspicion as she approaches her fortress of boxes with the expression of a woman on a mission. Her hands hover in front of her, going over the boxes like a human metal detector, before finally landing on one of the boxes marked Tränke. She carefully moves it to her desk, rifling through its contents (which sound alarmingly fragile) before lifting a squat, rotund little glass full of wine-dark liquid. As soon as she pops the cork, the smell hits Price like a bus.

Fae blood. Fucking hell, he'd know that stuff anywhere.

Adler winds through her labyrinth of boxes toward him, and it takes a hell of a lot of self control not to rip the bottle out of her hand. Instead, she politely hands it to him before returning her hands to her coat pockets.

"Try that," she says. "It's not completely fresh, and I won't be able to refill all my stock for at least a few weeks, but it should help."

She doesn't need to tell him twice. Price drinks the bottle's contents in one go, only vaguely thinking that maybe he should have asked how much he could drink. Dr. Adler's expression doesn't change, even when the bottle's completely dry, so he assumes it's fine. And it's good. Fae blood is sweet on his tongue, a shimmery white wine to a human's dark claret. It fills him up, gets his head clear, saturates all the colors in the room, and makes his peripheral vision glow. In short, it's fucking awesome.

"Oh," he says. "That's..."

"Stop by when you need more," she cuts in with a shrug. "I have a few other varieties. Some are harder to come by than others, so I'll have to be a bit frugal with those. Give it a couple weeks and I should have better stock."

"Thanks, Doc," Price replies, a little in awe. He hands her the bottle, knowing if he keeps it any longer, he's going to break it open and lick up the remainder.

"Gern geschehen," Dr. Adler replies. She replaces the cork, then turns on heel and goes back to her boxes.

Price decides it's better to leave her be for now. But as he leaves, he gets why she came so highly recommended.

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As easy as it is to figure out that Dr. Adler is their resident witch-on-call, it's stupid hard to identify what ever Carrion is.

When she leaves a room, the arguments get heated. Gaz swears up and down she's another kind of witch. Maybe a... flight one, if that's a thing. She's good at piloting, having, quoth he, "A weird relationship with gravity." That has to be a witch trait.

No, argues Soap. He smelled something on her, but it wasn't the same as the strange herb-earth-magic scent that follows in Dr. Adler's footsteps. No doubt she's not human, but it irks him with the same sensation of having a word on the tip of his tongue. He knows this. Shapeshifter, maybe? Some kind of weird changeling? But neither of those seem right.

"You sniffed her?" Gaz asks, incredulous.

"Not on purpose!" Soap retorts. "I just so happened to smell her when she walked by!"

"Creep," Gaz sagely confirms.

Soap responds by tackling Gaz with a decidedly dog-like growl.

For the next four weeks, the 141 puzzles over their pilot. She seems blissfully unaware of the way they stare at her, happily in her own little world. She sings to herself, preens when they compliment her after a flight, hops away in little dance steps after every mission.

Then a mission goes wrong.

They're across enemy lines, helo half-drowned in a river, a storm battering the landscape, desperation making monsters of all of them. Soap was the first to lapse, literally tearing through hostiles with otherworldly howls and snarls. Price rips open throats, pupils blown, jaw dripping with blood. Gaz pierces soft body after body with an impossibly-sharp sword, maw burning with embers as his secondary form threatens to come loose.

And Ghost— It's hard to argue with death incarnate, especially if you're on the debating team.

Everyone's so caught up in the fight, in the desperate high-stakes bloodbath, that they don't have time to check on their pilot. She got out of the crash, confirmed she was safe, and that was all.

But then Soap's pinned by gunfire, forced to crawl under rubble just to escape the onslaught. He pauses, paws burning into the mud underneath him, thinking on the best strategy to get through a wall of human hostility. During that dull roar of a lull, something catches his eye.

The first thing he thinks is that is a fucking huge bird.

The second thing isn't so much a thought as it is shock at the sight of a talon the size of a pickax piercing a man's skull like a melon. Wings furiously beat, the sound like a snarl of thunder, and a high-pitched shriek makes Soap's sensitive ears ache.

Only then does he register that it's Carrion. Their Carrie, their happy-go-lucky beam of sunlight pilot who sings made-up songs and dances like a moron when she thinks no one's watching—that Carrie is leaving gouges in their enemy like they're nothing. Her arms are massive wings, black and white tapering to red (just like the bearded vulture on her helmet, and now Soap just feels stupid), legs now scaled and ending in those deadly talons. Her head's the same, except her hair's loose from its braid and falling around her shoulders in a windblown mess, and her mouth opens to reveal two rows of razor-sharp teeth.

She's a fucking harpy.

Soap watches in awe for a moment more before realizing she's still by herself. As badass as it is, he clips around the corner of the rubble pile to attack the group from the opposite end, meeting her in the middle. Once their enemy is just a smear in the mud, he finally looks up at her, huffing once in gratitude.

"No problem," she says, smiling with her wicked teeth. Her voice is higher, crackling like lightning. It's awesome.

Their mission wraps up quick after that, a massacre split five ways, fur and feathers truly flying.

Once they're back at base, beaten and battered but otherwise whole, Carrion slinks away to the showers. The rest of the 141 leaves her be, allows her a private moment to get herself back in order.

And Gaz sums it all up with a firm, "That was badass."

Everyone hums, growls, or hisses in agreement.

[yr-obedt-cicero]

Hi, how are you? I have a question:

Some time ago I came across an info that John Laurens had problems with alcohol, so i wanted to see if it was true and I couldn't really find any information about it (i'm terrible at research lol)

So now i'm turning to you for help, do you know if it's true?

thanks in advance 🙏

Hello, Anon, I'm alright.

Nothing really implies he did, and I think it's one of those common head cannons that due to repetition eventually became repackaged as factual. It is considerable that Laurens appears to have struggled with depression and self-worth, so it is very common that one would take consolation in the comforts of alcohol.

Although in general, drinking was a common aspect of Colonial life. Alcohol has played an important role in the country's history, that's it is even engrained in America's culture. Americans drank more alcohol during the colonial period than at any other time in history. When the very first Europeans arrived in the Americas, it was one of the key things they brought with them. Regardless of geographic or economic differences, spirits were an integral part of daily life in the colonies. According to reports, the average American consumed eight ounces of alcohol per day. And it made no difference. Americans drank beer and cider for breakfast, rum and wine for dinner, and claret, ratafias, creams, punches, and other evening concoctions. [x] Rum was by far the most popular drink in colonial America. By the time of the American Revolution, most colonists were consuming 3.7 gallons of rum per year. So, it was customary for many revolutionary soldiers - like Laurens - to drink as much as they could even. With that being said, Laurens likely drank like any other man of his time, but his relationship with alcohol doesn't appear to have been perilous or unhabitual.

Firstly, it seems lowly of his position in society and his class. Dr. Alexander Garden (1730−1791) - a Scot who came to America in 1752 seeking a milder climate for his lung condition - took a dim view of the low country planters, writing that they were; “absolutely above every occupation but eating, drinking, lolling, smoking, and sleeping, which five modes of action constitute the essence of their life and existence,” [x] (Bold text is mine)

Also, not to mention, his father seemed relatively disagreeing to any harsh connections with the drink, that I doubt Laurens would have allowed himself to fall into the habit. Laurens would frequently defer to his father's wishes, as he was the eldest son and Henry had high expectations for him. Henry would frequently use emotional manipulation to persuade or control Laurens to remain on the path he had planned for him. Henry oftentimes utilized Laurens's insecurities or flaws against him or threatened to denounce him should he step out of line. Due to this, Laurens would occasionally bend his initial ideas or course of action as his father wished. That's not to say Laurens always did such, and was perfect with obeying his father's every command, but this sort of thing seems like something Henry wouldn't allow to slip. Henry's relationships with his children, like those with his associates, were based on reciprocity. He expected duty and obedience in return for providing the children with a moral and material foundation on which to build their future. When Henry attempted to reconcile George Austin and his son and heir, George Jr. - who struggled with a drinking problem - he clearly demonstrated his understanding of parental love and obligations. After Austin emotionally and physically denounced his son, Henry urged his former partner to reconsider; “Nevertheless if he was my Son I would not altogether Cast him off. I would meet him upon his own terms & leave him without excuse & myself unimpeachable for Neglect.” [x] Although unfortunately, Austin had died before he could act on Henry's advice. So, while Henry may not have disowned Laurens, he was clearly disagreeing to the condition.

Henry didn't even agree with Laurens spending his time in company like such. Jacob Read, in particular, was known for drinking and carousing, both of which cost the elder Laurens time and reputation. Henry chastised Laurens for associating with men like Read, especially given their obvious moral shortcomings. Despite Laurens's word to the contrary, he assumed his son did attend the Cambridge party, which Read had most likely planned. And wrote him a lengthy reprimanding letter;

Are you so poor in valuable acquaintance, in Books, in Ideas, as to seek Company which inwardly you disapprove of—it cannot be—were you under any restraint while your Father was in England? No! you were his Companion his bosom friend_ whence then these retrograde motions immediately after his departure, like a Bird after long confinement fled from her Cage?_ have you grown sick of attention to your duty? can you do justice to those & to this, & safely take your bosom full of promiscuous new acquaintances? […]   [T]he eyes of your friends & of your Country are upon you, they are in expectation & think themselves in view of a valuable Casket, for your own sake, for theirs & for the sake of posterity disappoint them not by coming up a bundle of Carolina Rushes.

Source — The Papers of Henry Laurens: Dec. 12, 1774-Jan. 4, 1776

To which Laurens wrote guiltily back to his father that he had cut off the mentioned friends and that; “I was very well satisfied, before your Terrible letter gave the Alarm and call’d me home to Self-examination. You have shewn me such a Man as I almost hate. The more I look into my past Conduct, the more I despise what I was […] I supplicate Your Pardon, and Pity, how dare I ask to restore your Esteem, Your Unworthy, tho much afflicted and penitent Son,” [x]

Although it is said he likely had attended the wild “flaming shots pantless party”, so perhaps Laurens resented against his father's strict rulings once given somewhat of free will in the army. But that doesn't near anything like an addiction or confirmed coping mechanism, so I wouldn't consider that a “problem”.

Overall, nothing suggests such, he seems to have had an average relationship with alcohol as any other man of his time. Hope this helps!

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Fluffbruary - Day 20 (favourite)

Day twenty of @fluffbruary, using the prompt "favourite"

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"Your favourite colour." Sherlock asks.

"Blue." Replied John. " It's my turn. Your favourite composer."

Sherlock ponders. "Paganini! Your favourite drink."

"Tea." He ignores Sherlock's smile. "Your favourite animal."

"'Dog. Or bees."

"It's an insect." John pointed.

"Insects are a class of invertebrate animals belonging to the phylum Arthropoda but also to the subphylum Hexapoda. So-"

John cut him off with a wave of his hand. "Okay, okay, I believe you."

Sherlock sat up straighter in his chair, a relaxed smile on his lips. "Your... favourite actor and actress."

John thought. He wasn't a big movie fan, having only seen the classics. "Olivia Colman and Colin Firth. Or David Tennant, I love him in Doctor Who." He laughs as Sherlock frowns. "Your favourite movie."

"Hot fuzz." 

John's eyebrows are never raised this high.

"What? I liked it, it was funny." Sherlock defends himself. "And apart from that film, you made me watch James Bond and the Lords of the Rings. Hot Fuzz is arguably the one I disliked the least."

"I'll have to sort that out, then."

Sherlock growled into his beard, making John smile.

"Okay, your turn." Said John.

Sherlock thought, but he was out of ideas. They've been asking themselves these questions for thirty minutes. "I'm out of ideas."

"I've got one more! Your favourite person." He says with a smirk 

Sherlock knows exactly where he wants to go, and what he wants to hear, but he won't give him what he wants so easily. "Hmmm, Mrs. Hudson is a person I like very much. Lestrade is a good friend. As for my brother..." John raised an eyebrow. "You're right, we're forgetting about Mycroft. Oh I know!" He said with the same expression he has when he finds a clue that leads him to the right conclusion. "Come here, it's a secret."

John laughed but moved to the edge of his chair, Sherlock doing the same. He moved closer to his ear and whispered "it's you". John smiled at him, "But don't tell anyone." He said with a serious look before smiling back.

John directed his face with his index finger under his chin to bring it to his lips and kiss him. "You're my favourite person."

According to "classic fm", in The Adventure of the Cardboard Box, Dr Watson tells how, over a bottle of claret, Holmes told "anecdote after anecdote" about the extraordinary violin virtuoso, Paganini, so I decided he was his favourite composer, but just because his first name is funny.

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