#I actually used to train llamas

[robbie-roo]

hi would you like to perhaps trade modern animal facts for dinosaur facts.........

WOULD I????

Did you know cats have whiskers on their feet it's right up near their topmost toe it helps them figure out where to pounce when hunting

Shrews are cool as FUCK so because they are so small they need to have a very high metabolism- small body = loses heat faster some of them are as small as almonds!!! they are incredibly powerful hunters and can hold a territory that can be up to over 600 yards!!!! they have to eat a LOT to keep up with their high metabolism so when they hunt they will kill something and leave it there if they manage to catch something else before they finish eating and only once they no longer have any prey to catch will they eat their stockpile, the bodies of their kills are usually stacked up together. Shrews also have super fast heart and breath rates they lose heat super fast and their heart can be up to 800 bpm and their breath up to 500/minute Shrews live in high altitude and climates so how are they keeping their body warm? they use the snow as an insulater! they'll burrow under the snow and use it as a way to keep the heat inside their tunnels. when a shrew is pregnant they will eat a lot more a 7lb shrew will eat 8lbs of food for example- and their milk can shift through lactation for nutrition (colostrum and weaning milk for example)

speaking of reproduction- just like bees male mouse opossums will die right after mating- as they reach their sexual maturity they will go into overdrive they won't eat and have a very high stress level males of this species very rarely survive more than a year

you might know that all animals (aside from primates/humans) have an extra layer in the back of their eye called the tapetum lucidum, this is what eye shine is ot helps soak in light when in the dark

speaking of vision teehee

only primates have trichromatic vision most mammals only have dichromatic vision where they lack the cone rods to see green/yellow colors

ok so hearing right? so most animals other than us have pinna which makes it so their ears can move towards sound but mammals also hear different frequencies like I'm sure you've heard about how cats talk to their kittens in a different way than older cats? humans do that too! when we use baby talk for pets or children but some animals speak out of our frequencies entirely for example mice will sing to each other to find mates!

OK more specific animal facts- beavers are SICK ok so their skulls look like this

see that giant open space behind their front teeth? they use that space to suck in their cheeks to create a blockage and make sure they don't get wood chips down their throat when chomping on trees for their dams

bats have little tiny bumps on their wings for wind turbulence

some fish have electroreception which is when you can sense electric currents by other organisms with like open channels on their cells but so can MOLES!!!

baby cheetas are born with extra fur and slightly different markings to look more like Hyena pups so that they are less likely to be attacked by them

speed round- farm edition (because I was an animal educator at a farm for years)

goats are immune to poison ivy and you can still drink their milk after

horses only breathe through their nose they can't breathe from their mouths

domestic sheep HAVE to be sheared every year as they will just continue to grow wool forever and ever until death

llamas are super clean animals a llama herd will designate one specific area for pooping they're also super good guard animals and are used to kill foxes going after chickens sometimes

emus can run 31mph (the one I worked with named Mu was also mean as hell but they can be super sweet)

bunnies sleep with their eyes open as they are prey animals they also will almost always poop as they are eating and must be eating or at least offered food nearly 24/7 or they will die similar to a shrew

goat horns are connected directly to their skulls and they LOVE when you scratch in-between them for them :)

most animals have a baculum (penis bone) except us and herbivores [that was an adult group fact not a children group fact]

I'll leave it there for now but I always have more >:)

[theadventuresofalittlebug]

Hiii can I ask what ur Hermitcraft headcannons areee

This ended up wayyyy longer than anticipated so here we go

This is a pretty open request so I’m just gonna list random headcanons. I’m also assuming you meant agere so thats what I’m going to do here.

Who I headcanon as a regressor kinda changes depending on what I’m writing, for example in my short fic Hanging Stars, Zed doesn’t know Tango regresses until s9, but I typically imagine they both regress and have known for a while.

I think Tango regresses from 3-5 normally, and at that age is quite active and excitable, he can’t sit still and prefers to run around rather than sit. The one exception is watching cartoons, he will be glued to the screen and can easily watch for hours, so he needs someone around to keep him from wasting the whole day staring at a screen. Occasionally though he will regress younger, more like 1-2, typically when he is tired. in that case he is more nervous and would rather sleep cuddled up with his caregivers than go on adventures.

As I covered in a different post (Here) Zed is a baby regressor, I already talked about it in that post.

In the context where most of the server is open about their regression I think Grian always builds a huge room in his base as a play room for the littles! It has tons of toys, a cozy blanket nest for naps, and a little kitchen always stocked with easy snacks!

In s7 Joe’s dog catcher business actually involved him putting a bunch of dog stuffies around the shopping district, after all of that he gave one to every hermit, little or not.

Grian has the biggest collection of stuffed animals ever seen. Most are birds, but he has many others including a toy sheriff from empires, a cod, several cats including a Jellie from Scar, a stuffed corgi from Joe, and a llama (Scar has a matching one) 

Keralis is a flip I haven’t really thought about how he’d be when little, he is the best babysitter when hes big

He would always use cute nicknames with whoever hes caring for eg: baby, little one, some cute play on their name

Always making sure that his little is safe, constantly telling them to be careful so they don’t get hurt

Loves making his littles laugh, he makes lots of silly jokes, his favorite being to pretend he doesn’t know something suuuper obvious, so the little can tell him the answer while giggling at how silly he is

Grian loves trains when hes little, he has a play mat with super detailed roads and houses on it that he likes to play trains on.

Pearl’s favorite thing to do when little is play pretend, she isn’t super used to having a cg I think so she probably prefers to go on adventures and get into trouble with her stuffed animals! 

I think Impulse is a cg for both Team ZITS and the Soup Group, Zed and Tango care for each other if they aren’t little themselves, as do Gem and Pearl

When Tango and Zed are both little Tango loves to be Zed’s big brother, but he’s frequently too loud for Zed and accidentally scares him, so Impulse always has to keep a close eye on him.

I think Joe and Etho both regress but its not super obvious when they do, as they are both older regressors (Joe 8-9, Etho 12-13). The main signs that Joe is little is that he doesn’t use as complex of vocabulary, and he is more energetic. Etho spends most of his time alone when he’s regressed, typically either drawing or watching anime and reading manga or comics.

also thank you so much for asking! I love talking about my agere hcs sooo much!

[synergysilhouette]

I swear, they approached Disney's 100th anniversary film all wrong.

The best part about "Wish" were the easter eggs, and even those were hit-or-miss. The plot didn't scream fairy tale or Disney--and neither did the music; if I never knew this film was a Disney film, I'd say it was a company's first attempt at an animated film. As a first attempt, it's not bad, but as Disney's 62nd film and an ode to 100 years of business....I was heavily disappointed.

I've made posts about how this could've been another epic Disney film, but for this post, I wanna try another angle, with two different ways Disney could've approached this celebratory film.

Option 1: A parody. Looking at "Enchanted", AKA one of Disney's best live-action films, the movie makes fun of classic Disney tropes as well as paying homage to renaissance-era films, which at the time this movie came out, was Walt Disney Animation Studio's biggest successful period. A film about a naive animated soon-to-be princess who is banished to the real world discovers what she wants out of life, all while charming those around her. I'm not saying "Wish" needed to include the real world aspect, but having a parody about a princess (or prince) who comes off very early-Disney while still feeling modern and giving us Disney-esque tropes and a fun story would've been a great vibe. Imagine if Asha is naive and easily taken advantage of by King Magnifico, who teaches her magic and manipulates her into harming others, seeing her youth as a weakness ("Well, you're young. You don't know anything, really."). Imagine the story actually having her BE a fairy godmother, albeit in training, and she has to learn the price and limitations of wishes (very "Cinderella"-esque) and learning when to help and when not to help others. It'd be mature and magical at the same time! Plus I imagine Magnifico being a cross between Narissa and Gaston. Amaya would probably be non-existant or an admirer Magnifico uses.

Option 2: A cutting, modern take on a classic. While I'd rather have "Kingdom of the Sun," "The Emperor's New Groove" is a funny and irreverent story about a selfish Inca Emperor who's turned into a llama by his power-hungry advisor and must return to the palace while learning to care about others along the way. Kuzco, in contrast to most Disney protagonists (or most protagonists in kids/family films in general) starts off petty, untrustworthy, and self-centered, but these qualities also give way to cleverness and humor, something that most Disney heroes lack due to either their innocence, kindess, or seriousness. Kuzco continually comments on things around him with quips and remarks that go unnoticed by the general populace (thanks to breaking the 4th wall), and it got me thinking, what if Asha was like this--or better yet, Magnifico? What if Magnifico wasn't a villain per se, but a selfish and mean king who continually had pessimistic comments to make about this fantasy-esque kingdom he created and his airheaded inhabitants. Their growing dependence on him--as well as their happy-go-lucky attitudes make him constantly patronize and devalue them, and his attitude accidentally causes destruction for the kingdom. When Asha challenges his perspective and goes on an adventure to bring back his love for others (trauma does run deep for him), he learns that everyone has a wish worth granting, and that he shouldn't be so quick to look down on others because they still have the joy and innocence he lost. Plus the people of Rosas learn not to take advantage of others and appreciate the things they have. Magnifico being like a cross between Yzma and Kuzco would be a sight to behold, while Asha takes on more of a wise Pocahontas-type role.

I can't be the only one who thinks this was a better approach to "Wish" if they didn't want to do a typical epic film.

[abalonetea]

Realizing I have many followers who weren’t around eight years ago when I blogged about it, but I used to train and show Hunter/jumper horses for a living ❤️ I’ve also barrel raced, done cattle herding, wrangled llamas, and done farrier work 😌 my life before writing for a living was actually super Wild.

[mrs-dr-reid]

My Personal Bucky Barnes Headcanons

Part 1/?

He’s stupidly good at hide and seek. So much so that you have to buy a metal detector, because he can literally go unfound for a week and a half because of his “ghost of HYDRA” training

He was genuinely terrified of microwaves when he first came back. Because “why is it beeping at me, Y/N? What do you mean the food is ready?! It’s only been two minutes, I don’t understand!!!”

He hoards Girl Scout cookies and stashes them in the weirdest places. You move the couch to dust behind it and find 6 boxes of Tag-Alongs, you’re restocking the linen closet and find 4 boxes of Do-Si-Dos behind the good towels, and you almost have a heart attack when you open the hatch to your attic to grab the Christmas decorations and 14 boxes of Thin Mints fall out

He takes you out dancing every Friday night when he can, especially if he can find Throwback Sockhop Nights near you guys and you can get all decked out in 40s fashion and make an evening of it

For a while he was really self conscious about his metal arm and only ever wore long sleeves and gloves, but the longer he’s with you the more his confidence goes up, and eventually he’s confident enough to go topless at the beach (which is a good thing for the both of you *wink wonk*)

He loves karaoke. If you guys are out with the team at a bar and there’s a karaoke machine, you bet your ass he’s going over there and absolutely KILLING whatever Frank Sinatra song he can find. One time he even got you to perform “Somethin’ Stupid” with him

He either drives like a maniac or a grandpa. There’s no in between. You’re either massaging your temples because he’s driving fifteen under the speed limit, or you’re white-knuckling the “Oh Shit Handle” because “JESUS CHRIST, JAMES, WE ARE NOT IN A CAR CHASE, WHY ARE YOU GOING SO FAST?!!?!?”

His table manners were ATROCIOUS when he first met you. Since he had limited social interaction for 70+ years, he would eat everything with his fingers and a frickin tactical knife and chew like a goddamn llama. After months of work, he eats with actual utensils and chews like a normal person now

He taught himself how to crochet when he was bored out of his mind on a stakeout once, and now y’all’s house is littered with little animals he made and pattern books. Your favorite is the little turtle he made that’s wearing the Cap uniform and has a shell that looks like the shield while he’s partial to the pigeon he purposely added Sam’s headgear to

Peter gets him hooked on Star Wars, and now they have lightsaber duels around the compound all the time (because of COURSE Tony helped them make functioning lightsabers. Peter’s is blue and Bucky’s yellow)

Much like his best buddy Steve Rogers, he’s a gentleman to a fault. Always gives you his arm when you’re walking anywhere, opens doors for you, pulls chairs out for you when you go out to eat, and is constantly kissing the back of your hand

He’s very wary of trains when he first comes back because of the accident, but after some time and “exposure therapy” (aka making him take the train with you to various places) he gets over it

You buy him a box set of all the “Lord of the Rings” books for his birthday, and he cruises through all of them in about a month, then he makes you marathon the movies with him

He’s a gigantic cuddle monster. If he had a say, he’d just become a blanket burrito for the rest of his life, and cocoon you in his pile of blankets for the rest of yours. If he can hold you as close as he can while watching cheesy romcoms, he’s happy

He gets really into laser tag and paintball, because why wouldn’t he use his assassin training for something fun and harmless as a final “fuck you” to HYDRA? The only problem is that he gets too good at it and nobody wants to play with him, so now he just goes to random arenas where no one knows who he is and destroys a bunch of teenagers for shits and giggles

He accidentally stumbles upon bullet journaling, and it becomes his entire personality for a month and a half. He’s a lot more casual about it now, mainly because he was just so excited to find something that would help him get all of his thoughts no matter the subject material out of his head and onto paper. He used to go all out with very specific themes for his journals, but now he just says “this month my journal is green, next month, perhaps it will be blue”

He overreacts to jump scares. He can’t handle them. Horror games, scary movies, spooky tv shows, you name it. He can’t do them. So obviously Sam exploits the hell out of that and scares the shit out of him whenever he can

He gets really into Animal Crossing. Like… REALLY into Animal Crossing. He makes his little character look exactly like him minus the metal arm, curates the cutest little outfits once he gets his mits on a wand, cycles through all of the villagers until he gets a collection of them that remind him of all of his friends and you, makes his island look like if the Compound was a college campus, and completes the whole musuem in the shortest amount of time possible

[docholligay]

Schedule!

Hello my little angel food cakes! We're getting to the end of a very busy month for me, but hopefully a good one for y'all!

Today: Jew class, and also, I am going to Casper, Wyoming

Monday: Doc why the fuck are you going to Casper? My wife won a llama hike this last winter from a fundraiser! We're going as a birthday thing for her. I've never used a pack llama and am very excited, they have a whole picnic for us and everything.

Tuesday: Yellowjackets episode 5 stream! (night)

Wednesday: during the day: whatever liveblog is picked when I draw on Monday evening! PLEASE HAVE YOUR SELECTION READY IF YOU RAN THE RACE AND SUBMITTED. I tried to give y'all as much time as possible but that means a tight turnaround.

night: Stream of season two of Kevin can fuck himself!

Thursday: I have the beeb!

Friday: JET WOLF LABOR DAY WEEKEND

Saturday: JET WOLF LABOR DAY WEEKEND

Also, also! Tuesday through Thursday (I suppose the wrap up will be Friday) I am doing the Vogue Eggs and Wine diet, posting about it on patreon. It purports that I can lose 5 pounds in 3 days (lol doubt, not at my weight and fitness level, girl) by eating literally this, every day:

This is gonna be fucking hilarious, also terrible. I already drink a shit ton of black coffee, so that's fine, and god knows I actually do like everything in this diet but here's the kicker:

I'm going to keep my training regiment while doing this. Or certainly I'm going to try. Join me for hilarious suffering.

[mitigatedchaos]

I have been experimenting with Deepseek AI's Deepseek 67b chat.

In my opinion, Meta AI's Llama-2 70b is too politically misaligned for my work. It has too much political bias in the training, which makes sense for an American corporation that's likely considering it for automatic moderation, but the problem is deeper - there isn't enough of the right political information in the training data.

Using an LLM for text is like using diffusion models for images - it's about calling up sources from the training data for the model to assemble. Even in versions of Llama-2 which have been "uncensored," it's difficult to get the model to "think strategically," so to speak.

Deepseek 67b chat is a lot like a Llama-2 which has been "toned down" in this respect, with a better ability to "think strategically" in a late modern way - which is starting to look like a difference between American and Chinese models more generally at this point.

Like Llama-2, Deepseek 67b has a rather short context window of 4096 tokens. (This was actually too short for today's 2,400 word longpost about writing, although I got a few casual comments by playing with extending the RoPE setting in LMStudio.)

Both are trounced in this respect by Nous Research's Nous Capybara 34b fine-tune of 01 AI's Yi-34b-200k, which has a 200,000 token context window.

[hournites]

Phone Call

Thanks to everyone that was encouraging to me in the last few days about my writing. It means a lot and I managed to use my day off to get out of my writing slump. Here’s an excerpt chapter from my fic 97 Months, 9 Days, 1 Hour, 49 Minutes (and 43 seconds but that's getting too long)

~.~ 

Right as the muscles in her legs complained for a break, Yolanda jogged to her front steps after a long run with Artemis. She steadied a breath before entering, flicking her hair from her face. She took out her earphones and wrapped the cord carefully around her iPhone. Since working at the diner now directly contributed to keeping her family afloat, her savings fund for the AirPods she wanted doesn’t look like it’ll be growing anytime soon. In the back of her mind, Artemis’ voice barked out that she needed to be stretching to not pull a hamstring, but Yolanda was too tired to follow any more gym rat rules. She sighed, pulling the door open.

“I’m back from JSA training!” she called out, shaking her limbs out instead, overheating in her purple hoodie. It was still weird to be so transparent with her parents. Even saying the word ‘JSA’ out loud felt taboo. But as confused and—let’s be honest—concerned her parents were about her superhero stint, they’ve been getting better at trying to accept her as the Yolanda Montez she is. Not the Yolanda who they once expected her to be.

Nobody answered. Yolanda frowned, wandering around the house. Her whole family was eating breakfast when Artemis rang the doorbell this morning. She rounded the corner and smiled when she spotted her brother.

“Mom and Dad aren’t home, they went to the grocery store. Abuelita is at her eye appointment, they’re going to pick her up later. Your friend Rick called,” Alex told her, digging out a green apple from the fruit bowl in the kitchen. Yolanda finished unbraiding her hair, catching the extra fruit her brother tossed over.

“Thanks.” She rubbed the apple against her hoodie. “Did he say why?”

Alex shrugged, already halfway out of the room.

Big help that was. She frowned, peering down at their landline. Why would Rick call her here instead of reaching out on her cell phone? She bit into the apple, thumbing at her phone again all wrapped up in the white cord. No messages.

Flopping onto her bed to make her sore muscles happy, she dialled his number.

“Hi,” she said without waiting for a reply, starting straight away with her burning question. “Hasn’t anyone told you that calling home phones is an obsolete practice and we’re not an early 2000s CW show?”

She heard his scoff over the line and grinned into her phone. “Seriously, you’re lucky my parents weren’t home. They’d start asking questions. Su novio la llama por teléfono? Yolanda, why didn’t you tell us? Blah blah blah. Embarrassing.”

Rick’s scoff cut off, his breath hitching with concern. “They don’t actually think…?”

Yolanda closed her eyes, dragging her hand over her face to physically prevent a gag. “No. No. We’re good. And if you text me like a normal person it shouldn’t be an issue. Anyway, what’s up?”

“It’s nothing,” Rick said. “How was your day with Artemis?”

“Intense,” Yolanda groaned out, sniffing her shirt. She was going to need a shower and at least another five apples to satisfy her hunger after all the calories they burned. “But at least I didn’t pass out.”

“I was recovering from the hourglass, I was sick!”

Yolanda laughed and rolled over to Starfish correctly. “Whatever Hourboy. No, seriously. You call my landline, but don’t call or text me where you know I’d see it. That is sus.”

“It is not…sus…” Rick replied with large disdain for the word.

“It is sus, it’s the most sus and you know it!” Yolanda exclaimed. “What’s going on?”

“Fine,” he sighed, and Yolanda could just perfectly imagine the way he must be blowing hot air out of his nose, prepping himself to drop whatever bomb he was going to share. She’d like to give him the benefit of the doubt and not brace herself for topsy-turvy news, but, well, Rick had a track record for keeping insane secrets. “I’m going to ask you a question that might make you mad and hang up on me.”

“Okay…”

“Were you in love with Henry?”

If not for the fact she was already on her bed, the swift turn of their conversation would’ve knocked her down flat. “Oh. Wow.”

She blinked fast, eyes trained on an old water damage spot up on the ceiling. Her stomach churned, resurfacing many conflicted tangled-up feelings that always arose whenever anyone mentioned her ex’s name. She turned to her right side, gazing at the framed picture she had of them that she’d put up and taken down more times than she could count. A part of herself wished everyone would divorce her from their last memories of Henry, another part of her was happy he hadn’t been forgotten. “Um,” she said eloquently, unable to offer up anything else.

“I know that’s personal,” Rick said in that touchingly gentle tone of his he pulled out once in a blue moon. “I was just… wondering. I was wondering.”

There was an uncomfortable silence over the line. Now, she understood why Rick didn’t text her. This would be prime screenshotting fodder if it had come through iMessages. If Courtney grew wind of their semi-regular evening chats, all of their posts would wind up on TikTok to be made fun of by millions of teenagers. Yolanda deserved her privacy.

“No,” she said after another pregnant pause. “I don’t think I was.”

“How do you know that?” Rick pressed, almost disappointed that she responded that way.

“Why?” Yolanda frowned into her phone. “Did you want me to be in love with him?”

“No!” Rick was quick to shout. “No, no! I mean…” Rick did not elaborate. He sighed and said, “Yes? Kinda?”

“And you’re sure you don’t secretly want to be dating me?” she half-teased, starting to second guess herself.

“Yolanda I will hang up on you.”

“Okay. Okay,” she muttered. “Just checking. You’re being weird tonight.”

“Too weird?”

“Not yet.”

She heard some shuffling on the other end, then a door slam. Yolanda wondered where he was and what he was up to. “Fine, so you weren’t in love. What makes you say that?”

“Because I hated him far longer than I could have ever loved him, and that hatred was so much stronger than anything I felt when we were dating.”

“You don’t hate Henry anymore though. I don’t understand that. Especially since…” Rick trailed off, but Yolanda knew where he was going.

“What, because I still think Cindy Burman is a bitch?”

“Your parents really aren’t home.”

She lifted her head up to glance out the window, those dark curtains stiff as ever. The driveway was empty with no car in its spot. “I’ve got another half hour, but yeah. Hating someone the way I hated Henry is exhausting. I think you understand that.”

“Yeah,” Rick replied with a sigh with so much weight behind it he sounded like an old man.

“Since I was in elementary school, Henry had always been someone in my life. A kid in my class. The football jock. The popular guy I had a crush on. My date buddy. My boyfriend. My ex-boyfriend. Now he isn’t any of those things. He’s just gone. I can’t stay stuck in the past over something that can’t ever change. He’s dead. It’s gone. I’m still angry about the photos and everything that happened but I can’t let it consume my life anymore. Not the way it consumed my mom and dad. I have to let myself believe that if Henry survived and he did apologize, we still would’ve gone our separate ways. But Cindy is still an active person causing havoc in our lives and refuses to apologize for the mistakes she makes. It’s different.”

“Do you need me to say something to Burman?”

“The last time you physically threatened somebody, an old man almost died.”

“Beth brought him back.” Yolanda could visualize Rick’s shrug perfectly.

“I don’t need you to do anything. Besides, it wouldn’t be genuine if she suddenly apologized to me after a visit from Hourman, it would upset Court and no offence but I don’t think she is scared of you.”

“What are you talking about? We can take her down and we know it. When has Cindy Burman ever won a fight?”

Yolanda rolled over to the other side at a knock on the door. Alex hovered outside her bedroom. She shooed him away with her hand but he didn’t budge, typing something out on his phone to show her.

CAN YOU FIX THE WIFI?

Yolanda glanced at her phone. Sure enough, she was now on her data plan instead of their wifi network. She groaned. “One moment, Rick.” She dropped the phone onto her bed and hauled herself up, the aches in her muscles on fire because she didn’t stretch as Artemis told her to. Alex followed right at her heels. Every time the wifi cut out, Alex would ask her to go to the basement to fix the modem. He was perfectly capable of doing it himself but he swore they had ghosts in the basement.

Yolanda never used to believe in ghosts but given her run-ins with the last year’s worth of impossible creatures, she’d been more willing to entertain his fears.

When she returned to the call, she was quick with the quip she was about to give. “When she slit Courtney’s hands and she ended up in the hospital?!?”

Rick was quiet for a long while.

“You still there?”

“Yeah.”

“This isn’t about Henry, is it?” Yolanda closed her eyes, listening to her friend’s even breathing. His breath hitched and she waited and waited for the words to come, worrying they never would. Maybe picking up the phone was half of the battle. She could help him get the rest of the way there.

“Rick, it’s okay to have feelings for her. You don’t have to fight it.”  

“It’s like I can’t breathe,” he admitted into the phone. “I don’t know what to do.”

“You have two options. You tell her or you don’t.”

“Yolanda.”

She rolled over on her bed. “Richard. I’m serious. Those are your choices.” Or, he could wait until Beth explodes and tells him she’s got feelings for him too, which seemed the most likely scenario with each passing day, but Yolanda wasn’t about to take that blow to his ego so soon.

She thought for another moment. “You could ask Barbara.”

“Yeah. Sure.”

“No, for real. She’s been in a relationship with someone who has hurt her, but she also fell for Pat.”

“Yeah, repeat that sentence. She fell for Pat .”

Yolanda laughed. “We like Pat.”

“Whatever.”

“How did she know it was the right choice? There’s got to be a secret.”

“I don’t think there is a secret. I constantly want to impress Beth and be with Beth and do things for Beth. And even when I am focusing on something else entirely, somehow my brain always finds a way back to her. It’s horrible.”

She sat up on her bed, cradling the phone to her ear as her brows crinkled with concern. “Is it really that bad?”

He did another one of those Old Man Rick sighs and she cracked a grin.

“No,” he admitted.

“It’s exciting, isn’t it? Having a crush.”

“It’s…it’s weird, Yolanda,” he complained. “I’m not recognizing myself anymore.”

“I think that means you’re happy.” A chuckle left her, just imagining Rick moving on from his grouchy, touchy self. She paused. It was actually really nice to think about. “And you know what I think?”

“What?”

“I think it’s more than a little crush. You two are really good for each other. She’s patient and she’s sweet with you, and she listens to you.”

“You’re listening to me right now.”

“Well, I bet Beth doesn’t roll her eyes.”

He doesn’t grumble at her and that’s all the proof she needed. “And I don’t see why she ever would when you talk to her like she’s the best thing God ever created.”

“I think you’re exaggerating just a bit.”

“Mmm…I think I’m not.” Yolanda looked out the window, checking once again for any sign of her parents. “So is this pep talk helping? I still think Barbara is better than this than me.”

“It’s helping,” Rick promised. The car pulled into the driveway and her brother yelled out they were home. “Rick, I have to go help bring in the groceries.”

“Sure. See you later.”

Yolanda sat up. “And Rick? About moving on and being happy?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m glad one of us is able to.”

[tyrannuspitch]

been thinking about worldbuilding and. oh my god guys. i know it's a throwaway joss whedon line, but even so... i think bilgesnipe might be jotun wildlife, not asgardian.

what do we know about bilgesnipe?

they have an insulting-sounding name, which at first glance inspection doesn't make much sense. normally, a "snipe" is a small game bird. this could just be a sort of joke, like a tall man nicknamed "tiny", but it could also imply that asgardians see these creatures primarily as things to shoot at. (fun fact: the word "sniper" actually comes from the amount of skill it takes to shoot snipe! bilgesnipe definitely aren't small targets, but they might still be hard to take down.)

meanwhile, "bilge" means the bottom of a ship, and the water that gathers inside it. this might imply that these creature live somewhere dirty... or that they tend to try to sink ships? (let's also remember that asgardian ships often travel the air, not the sea.)

thor summarises bilgesnipe as: "huge, scaly, big antlers". this doesn't precisely match the jotun creature we see in t1 (which i've taken to calling a dragon, for lack of other terms), but it's close. that creature is the size of a whale, with hairless, leathery blue skin and spines down its back - which could easily lead to the misconception that it was scaly. between this creature and the jotuns themselves, massive size and tough skin seem like they might be typical traits of species from jotunheim.

thor calls bilgesnipe destructive and repulsive, and uses them as an example of "uncivilised" behaviour. this reflects asgardian attitudes towards the jotun people, but it's an unusual level of animosity to hold towards an animal - especially considering that aggressive megafauna, even "exotic" ones, are often valorised by hyper-military cultures (all those european coats of arms with lions and tigers...), unless they're frequently in direct opposition.

so what is this opposition? IRL the mediaeval norse has an ambivalent relationship to wolves, because wolves preyed on their livestock. but bilgesnipes have antlers, which, at least on earth, are a herbivore trait. deer/etc can be aggressive when competing for mates or defending their young, but the danger is simple enough to avoid if you just stay out of their way. they're rarely seen as monsters for it...

but large herbivores are very often domesticated as beasts of burden - horses, donkeys, llamas, camels, elephants, and in the arctic, reindeer. and, depending on social context and the hardiness of the animals themselves, some of these beasts of burden go on to be used in warfare.

we already know that jotuns have domesticated large carnivores for military use (or maybe, originally, hunting) - specifically, they run down enemy foot-soldiers like prey on command. it's not a stretch to say there might be other species jotuns use for other military purposes.

SO. specifically. i think bilgesnipe could be giant jotun war-deer, trained to rake and crash low-flying enemy ships ("bilge"-snipe), and to stampede enemy armies ("destroy everything in their path".)

of course, the phrase (idiom?) "battling like bilgesnipe" itself could very easily refer to some natural phenomenon like rutting stags, as a metaphor for hypermasculine competitiveness, rather than anything about the animals in a real military context... but the way thor describes these creatures and the extreme negative attitude he takes to them still feel like something more to me. (and it's just more fun that way.)

(and finally, since it didn't flow above: thor assumes that midgard has, or at least knows about, bilgesnipe. and yes, this could be read as implying they're a completely everyday animal to thor, and therefore asgardian - but i would argue it could also go the other way: they're an exotic-but-familiar creature to him, like lions to a european, and he's carelessly conflating his "lesser realms", like a european thinking lions live in "the jungle".)

[risingphoenix87]

More Incorrect Quotes from my AU of animated rogues in a found family!

Kidnapper: I have one of your friends.

Hans: Which one? I have eight.

Kidnapper: The loud, annoying, rowdy one who never shuts up.

Hans: Which one? I have seven.

Dawn, distantly: HEY!!!

Hans: The best part of an oreo is the cookie part, not the frosting. Deal with it.

Prof. Callaghan: Darkness without light is an abyss. Light without darkness is blinding. You cannot have a coin with one side.

Gothel: YO SOCRATES! IT'S A FUCKING COOKIE!

Prof. Callaghan: How did none of you hear what I just said?!

Dawn: I've been zoned out for the past two and a half hours.

Randall: I got distracted halfway through.

Ernesto: Ignoring you was a conscious decision.

Randall: This is a bad idea. 

Gothel: Then why are you coming along? 

Randall: Someone has to get your injured ass home.

Ernesto: *sighs*

Dawn: You bored?

Ernesto: Si.

Dawn: Wanna start drama for no reason?

Ernesto: I thought you’d never ask.

Syndrome, holding a scooter: Gothel! Can I go outside and play with this?

Gothel: Sure, whatever. I'm not your mother, okay?

Syndrome, running outside: Thanks Gothel!

Gothel, running out after him and screaming: NOT ON THE STREET! STAY AWAY!

Charles: Bob just insisted the squad and I remember a code word in case we’re ever confronted by their clone or a cyborg doppelgänger and we’re not sure which is the real them and which is the imposter.

Charles: Some families have a fire escape plan, but not us.

Ernesto: Small creatures are much more vicious because they have a smaller body to bottle up all their emotions.

Hans: Ridiculous. Give me some examples.

Syndrome: Wasps?

Charles: Terriers?

Ernesto: Dawn.

Charles: I taught Alpha a new trick. *throws ball* Fetch!

Alpha: *just stands there*

Prof. Callaghan: He didn’t do it.

Charles: I taught him to ignore social conventions and think for himself.

Gothel: I’m never donating blood ever again. The second you walk through the door, it’s just one invasive question after another!

Gothel: ‘Where did you get it?’ 'Why is it in a bucket?’ I mean, do you want it or not?

Randall: I have the sharpest memory here - name one time I forgot something!

Dawn: You left me, Ernie, and Turbo in a Walmart parking lot at 2 am yesterday.

Randall: I did that on purpose, try again.

Randall: Apparently, it was Rude™ of me to pitch in my two cents on a conversation I happened to overhear, despite agreeing with them.

Randall: On an unrelated note, I am no longer allowed in the ceiling vents.

Syndrome: I failed my safety training course today.

Hans: Why, what happened?

Syndrome: Well one of the questions was "In case of a fire, what steps would you take?"

Hans: And?

Syndrome: Well apparently "FUCKING LARGE ONES" isn't an acceptable answer.

Prof. Callaghan: Charles, you need to calm down. 

Charles, slamming his fists on the table: BUT HOW CAN IT BE "BIRTHDAY CAKE" FLAVOR IF A BIRTHDAY CAKE CAN BE ANY FLAVOR?!

Hans, to the Squad: The real secret to immortality? Not dying. You want to be immortal? Okay, that’s easy. Just don’t die. That’s it. Refuse to die. There you go.

Ernesto: But how-

Hans, ignoring him: “But how”, you may ask. Well, easy. Just don’t do it. Refuse to. Say “No thanks”.

Hans: So, did everyone learn their lesson?

Turbo: No.

Ernesto: I did not.

Syndrome: I may have actually forgotten one.

Randall: Also no.

Hans: Oh good, neither did I.

Prof. Callaghan: *Exhausted sigh*

Ernesto: I think Dawn is in trouble.

Randall: Alright. Struggling to give a fuck, if I’m honest.

Hans: Ladies, gentlemen, and Phoenix, I want to show you the greatest thing your eyes have ever beheld!

Turbo: A llama?

Hans: No.

Turbo: A baby llama?

Hans: No!

Turbo: A baby llama with a little hat on?

Hans: NO!

Prof. Callaghan, gardening: Hey, can you bring me the hoe?

Charles: Yeah, sure.,

*A few minutes later*

Charles: Here you go.

Prof. Callaghan:

Charles:

Phoenix: Why am I here?

(scenario: Ernesto has decided to throw the author a surprise party)

Ernesto: Una fiesta is a celebration of a life, bringing people together to let the guest of honor know how much they’re loved.  Phoenix has done so much for us. This is our chance to do something for them.

Gothel: By forcing him to have fun at a party that she doesn’t want to be at?

Ernesto: I knew you’d understand.

(Of course, as someone who hates parties, my reaction would be a mix of rage and mortification)

Charles: *banging a pen on the table out of frustration*

Prof. Callaghan: Stop that. How would YOU feel if I banged you on the table?

Charles: I—

Charles: I don’t know the correct answer to that question.

Gothel, singing to the tune of I Kissed a Girl: I Killed a Guy, and I liked it-

Prof. Callaghan, whispering: Should we call the exorcist?

Dawn, also singing: The taste of his cherry chapstick.

Ernesto, appalled: Call the exorcist.

Randall, holding a gun: If the conspiracies about life being a simulation are true WHOEVER’S CONTROLLING MY SIM I JUST WANNA TALK.

Turbo: Do you guys hear something?

Randall: I hear the sound of you shutting the fuck up.

Gothel: *Locks Syndrome in the car.* Act like a child, get treated like a child.

Syndrome: What? Isn't it illegal to leave a child locked in a car?

[Turbo comes in wearing a banana costume]

Gothel: I can't take you seriously wearing that.

Turbo: Aw, you take me seriously at all?

Gothel: Fair point.

Charles: Two bros!

Charles: Chillin' in a hot tub!

Charles: Zero feet apart 'cause we're GAY AS FUCK!

[Prof. Callaghan just sits there facepalming, thinking why is he like this?]

[Scenario: Late night on Thanksgiving, after dinner, the squad minus Hans is strewn about the living room asleep]

Hans [looking at them, thinking]: Just look at them. Stuffed and unconscious like a bunch of beached whales. [he smiles softly] And they’re all mine. And for that, I’m truly thankful.

[awhitehead17]

Priorities

Dick & Jason & Damian, Crack, Sibling Relationships, Humour.

Summary: It’s gotten to that stage in his life where he knows it’s just not worth knowing what shenanigans his brother's get up to when he’s not around. The less he knows the better.

A/N: I got bored, and decided to create a story using a random sentence generator. This is born from that, the sentence used is: “The llama couldn’t resist trying the lemonade.”

Enjoy! :D

The two of them left unsupervised for a long period of time is a recipe for disaster. Dick should’ve known something was bound to happen when Jason offered to watch over Damian for the day while everyone else was busy.

How the two of them are functioning vigilantes Dick has no idea. At least Damian has his age to fall back on, Jason on the other hand… well actually Jason being Jason is all the explanation needed in that regards.

Dick’s thankful this has happened in the cave of all places and not somewhere inside the Manor, not that it matters to Dick, he’s just grateful on Alfred’s behalf. Here in the Manor and cave it’s Bruce’s job to deal with the clean-up while Dick gets to watch and laugh from the side lines as the man attempts to understand two of his children.

“That better not have stained the training mats, we all use those y’know.”

Standing in the middle of the mats is Jason, who is currently holding onto a leech attached to a – is that a llama? – and Damian, who is scowling at the floor where a bowl has tipped over spilling it’s liquid contents everywhere and creating a mess.

Jason looks over at him with a baffled expression. “You’re more concerned about the training mats than why there is a llama in the cave?”

That too is a curiosity but the mats are Dick’s bigger concern. He waves away Jason’s query. “Damian is involved, that’s enough of an explanation. It was only a matter of time before he brought another animal home.”

Jason opens his mouth to speak but Dick cuts him off with a slash of his hand. “I don’t want to know. The less I know the better. Bruce and Alfred can’t yell at me if I don’t know anything.” He turns to Damian who is still staring at the floor. “Now, what is on the floor? Why haven’t you cleaned it up?”

“It’s lemonade Grayson, I’m sure you’ve heard of it.” Damian replies now turning his scowl towards Dick instead.

Dick rolls his eyes. “Of course I have, but why is it on the floor?”

Jason pipes up, sounding far too amused than he had any right to be. “The llama couldn’t resist trying the lemonade.”

Dick blinks wondering if he heard right. He glances between Jason, Damian and the llama which is now sniffing at Jason with interest. “You gave the llama lemonade? From a bowl?”

“Tt, no Grayson. I was carrying the bowl to the desk where we would’ve had some after patrol and the llama knocked it out of my hands as he tried to drink it. I attempted to stop him but he was persistent.”

Dick runs a hand over his face. Of course that would be the explanation, why wouldn’t it be? It still doesn’t even cover where the llama came from to begin with. Sighing, he decides to pick his battles.

“Just,” he gestures to the mess on the floor, “clean it up please. And get rid of the stickiness it’ll leave behind.”

With that he leaves the cave leaving his brothers to deal with the mess they’ve made. Bruce can deal with them later on. Although that doesn't stop him later that evening from watching the security footage and witnessing Damian getting beaten by the llama in his pursue for the refreshment. It turns out to be rather amusing after all.

[wickedjr89gaming]

Junior wants OUT of the criminal career and the church, which frankly, scares him. (There are multiple fictional churches in my game. Most are not scary, this one just happens to be)

The 2 gods, Nezerity (I used a fake name generator of some sort) and The Great Llama, terrify him. (Or more precisely their interpretation of them terrifies him)

Right now the church is painfully low on numbers and while they want it to stay relatively small, for reasons, they also want to keep it going, and keep it going within certain families. So you’re expected to have children for the church. And they must have private or prep school training.

They are queerphobic. They hate werewolves, plantsims, aliens, mannequins, and zombies (though can you blame them on the zombies?). They love vampires and are more than willing to use evil magic/wizardry to achieve whatever ends they want. They are also not against murder.

Women, or whoever they see as women (since I do have sims I consider trans/nonbinary), can’t do many things. (I’m a nonbinary trans man currently medically transitioning. I’m also bisexual. So yes, i’ll explore queerphobic stuff in my game if I want to. If you want me to add a tw: of some sort to certain posts just let me know and I can do that.)

Their goals? Power, money. They love technology, evil magic, whatever they can use to further their goals.

Seriousness and grouchiness/meanness is encouraged.

They respect the almighty cow plant for it is a gift from The Great Llama.

They don’t really understand the concept of true friendship or love, which is actually very sad.

They are not supposed to have sex outside of marriage and arranged marriage is encouraged (though not required if their chosen mate is “acceptable” or some shit)

Of course not every sim will follow all the rules and people (and sims) are complicated creatures. 

So Junior wants OUT of the criminal career and the church, which frankly, scares him, and now you see why. He and his dad Rich argued and fought and now they hate each other. Well, they don’t hate each other, not really, but they might as well.

Junior refuses to stay in the church or the criminal career. He also doesn’t take the threat of being murdered by a church member seriously. You don’t just *leave* this church after all.

Rich will not murder his own son. Why do you think he’s so damn angry at Junior? Maybe because, he’s scared for him? But he can’t control him either, Junior is his own person.

Rich can’t understand why Junior wants to leave the church or the criminal career. He doesn’t understand him at all. He does however, still love his son and doesn’t want to see him murdered but he also doesn’t know how to show that concern so all they do, is argue.

Sorry that’s long. In my head there is a story for my sims and I don’t feel like I say much, pictures can often say a lot, but sometimes it’s needed. And i’m only on round 2 so as I get more into it hopefully i’ll get more into the stories of the sims. 

[bhaaliestspawn]

The cheesecake was too runny he kept complaining like it was my fault the llama disappeared I had no idea you had to order it online but I had no 2 day shipping marked and you know I would've admitted the truth about the last sabotaged sandwich but no one stepped up when last week they opened the new mcdonalds and the spiky one started having heart palpitations like I get it the orange peels weren't worth going after for 3 hours but what was I supposed to do I was already planning my next exit and truth be told I was hoping we could get one of them in ground trampolines because whilst he will never admit the dog was scared when the wind picked up and you know what else picked up the uncontrollable desire to squish it everyone knew that but no one wanted to say it IT GOES ON THE SECOND STEP ONLY like it's not that hard to slice it diagonally I know I saw them practise it at least 3 times a week but after the blocked phone call emotions were running high not everyday you have that many lemons it takes time to get used to it but eventually I agreed that the best course of action is to take the train even if the sponges were outdated you can still get it more blue but the smoll one cried said it was worthless now but that's why you should never carry that many everyone can smell it anyway I'm hoping next Saturday is when it will all be more obvious I'm getting kinda tired of the same shapes the eyes are just not what they used to be even tho I keep on wishing good luck but hey a man gotta do what a man gottta do cant stop the leak just because the shoe got lost in the mail at least I got the last spoon and you know how the edges taste the best.

i think that when his ass is leaking maybe don’t shout it out loud don’t yell it from the windows @ the passerbys they will not appreciate it, actually maybe don’t tell everyone only tell your friends. only tell some of your acquaintances probably don’t tell your family. you can also tell a random stranger outside your building you know the one one that’s puking all over the street lamp because they mixed vodka and other hard liquor which i have personally never done i simply have full knowledge. you should never drink on empty stomach but i would not recommend to eat that cheesed cake before drinking because the texture is simply not ideal . when your friends tell you to keep cumming in his gay ass well that’s your time to perk up and listen because your friends know what they are saying, they want the best for you. and if your friends tell you that maybe you should try to bake a different dessert, perhaps a brownie, nice and simple, well you can try that too. i had a chocolate fondant the other day with mango ice cream on the side and it was the most delicious thing. even though it was all fucked up and slorped all over the plate before i poked with my spoon in it. the chocolate goo and mango ice cream reminded me of the little one because the ice cream was kind of orange and he is always kind of orinj but the kind of orinje that you didn’t know god could create. i think if i licked the bronzer off id get radiation poisoning but sometimes you have to risk it all to get to the final destination, sometimes that destination is his hole. don’t ever say i’ve never done anything for you when i say that the best way to show your affection is to bend him over your knee and colour his ass one hundred and thirty two shades of red for the little brattery (being a major brat) because some people are simply created for such purposes and there is nothing you can do about it.perhaps i am biased but when you eat the cheesecake eat it with some blueberries perhaps some raspberries to give some variety to your life also gag him and muzzle him so he can’t eat ur piece of cake it is simply way too good to be shared. but if he’s still leaking take a pity and maybe leave a small piece that’s fine. does anyone have any good recipes for beginners

[just-a-fae-love-spell]

I saw Heaven in your Eyes

Chapter 1

“NO!! Stay with me Miguel…please. I need you”

“Sooooo…whatcha planning on doin’ with all that money once you make it outta here.” I jokingly asked. Today’s villain was a bank robber. Startled, he looked over at me. “What the-” I quickly cut him off with some webbing to the mouth. He reaches for his mouth in a futile attempt to remove the webs from his mouth and I took the chance that he was distracted and quickly stuck him to the wall. I looked over at the bank teller, who was hiding behind the massive desk. I gave her a quick thumbs up, and she mouthed “Thank you.” I started hearing the sirens wailing in the distance and I took that as my cue to leave.

Yknow, swinging through Manhattan is always fun, especially if I’m not chasing after some bad guy of course. It also helps that this is where my apartment is. I quickly swung through the window I had left open and my feet landed on the floor with a soft thud. I took my mask off and massaged my scalp. I looked at my face in the mirror and noticed faint red lines forming on my face from the seams, at that point I reconsidered having my whole face covered. As an aspiring designer…well ex aspiring designer since being Spider-Girl took up a lot of my time, I really tried to make my suit as comfortable as humanly possible. But why I made the mask so damn tight was beyond me.  I changed into something more comfortable, grabbed my sketchbook, and sat on my bed to redesign my mask. When suddenly my thoughts were interrupted by my phone ringing.

“Pero nena, te estado llama y llama y no contestas! Where the hell were you” My cousin, Marisol, practically yelled through the phone. “Ay nena I’m sorry I was busy stopping a bank from being robbed.” I replied laying down. Marisol is the only person I’ve told about my secret. “Okay, okay fine, fair enough excuse.” She chuckled out.

“So what’s up?”

“Oh nothing much, just calling to let you know if you don’t leave any time soon you’re gonna be late for the party.” I immediately shot up from my bed, “Shit I forgot that today was your sister's grad party!” I said whilst rummaging through my closet trying to find something nice to wear.

“Bueno Nena, ¡te apuras!” Marisol said from where I left my phone on my bed. “Yep yep yep, hurrying up. I'm just boutta leave!” I say struggling to shove my foot into my shoe and hang up the phone. I grab my suit and stuff it at the bottom of my bag and head out to the train station.

I arrived at Marisol’s house just in the nick of time. I knocked and Marisol’s sister, Luna, opened the door. “Hey there’s the grad girl! Congrats on getting valedictorian!” I proudly say while giving her a hug. “Haha, thanks Arabella. Oh mami is in the kitchen by the way.” I made my way to the kitchen while saying hi to all of my other aunts and uncles that were nearby.

“Bendición titi, ¿cómo estás?” I say while giving her a big hug. “Ay bendicion, Arabella. I'm good mija. Y tú, ¿cómo vas en el trabajo?” she asks. “Ah, work is y'know work.” She smiles softly, “Ay that’s good.” Marisol pops her head into the kitchen, “Oye ma, I know you like talking to Arabella and all, but I’m stealing her.” My aunt rolls her eyes. “Ta bien, I’ll call you girls when the foods ready.”

Marisol flops onto her bed, belly first, and I just sit at her desk. “God, I’m really reconsidering having my whole face covered.” Marisol chuckles, “How come?”

“Dude, every time I take off my mask I have seam scars!” I said while chuckling. Marisol tilts her head, “Well what’d ya have in mind?” I shrug, “I dunno. I still want something that keeps my identity a secret.” She hums in response then snaps her fingers, “Oh what if you made a mask that’s kinda like the phantoms!” I raise a brow, “The phantom?” Marisol nods excitedly, “Yeah you know The Phantom of The Opera?” She asks while motioning to the poster of the aforementioned musical. “Yo actually, that's not a bad idea.” I said followed by my aunt calling us down for dinner.

We were sitting together laughing and enjoying the food. My aunt started playing her favorite bachata and grabbed her husband and started dancing with him. Soon enough everyone else followed suite to the dance floor. I was having a grand old time until I peered out the window and saw a strange orange flash of light followed by a tingle down my back. There was a disturbance in the force. I go over to my aunt, “By titi, I gotta go. I have work early in the morning.” she gives me a kiss on the cheek, “Okay, que dios me la bendiga. Get home safe okay.” I slipped away and into the guest bathroom to put on my suit, and I swung out the window.

“Central park? What an odd place to attack.” I thought to myself as I gracefully landed on the soft grass. “You there Spider-man, we meet again!” yelled a strange Italian voice. I looked over to where it came from and I pointed to myself. “Who me? Yknow that’s kinda sexist to assume I’m a guy. Also, we’ve never met.” He swoops at me and I skillfully dodge and I take a good look at him. Wait, was he made of…paper? He tries swooping in again followed by an awful screeching noise. Dodging again, this time using my webs to get up onto the tallest rock, “Yknow, I’m missing a sick ass party cause I’m over here dealing with you.” The paper guy swings at me and I lose my footing and fall flat on my ass. “Shit that hurt.” I looked around while getting up off the floor. There weren’t any buildings close enough in range but there were a ton of trees. I swung into a tree and perched myself onto a branch. I wanted to try to get a feel for his movements when he suddenly…glitched and cried out in pain. I figured I wouldn’t get any other chance, so I took it. I stuck some webbing to him and used the momentum from the tree and spun him in my web like a real spider would to it’s prey. It was really simple, and I decided to take my leave before the cops arrived.

Two people came out of the portal, “Miguel, the anomaly has been taken care of,” the one on the right said, “What?” the voice, Miguel, replied astonished, “The spiderperson is nowhere to be seen either.” An exasperated sigh came from Miguel, “Alright take it to the Go Home Machine and report back”

It had been a few days since I had that encounter with that weird paper guy. Nonetheless, I was sitting on my bed finalizing my new mask design. I decided to go with Marisol’s idea and made it very Phantom of The Opera-esc. It was actually coming along pretty good, when suddenly I was interrupted by a knock at my door. “Coming!” I shout out. When I opened the door, I was greeted by a beautiful black woman. “Hey, I’m looking for an Arabella Monroe.” I furrowed my brows, “Who’s asking?” she smiled politely. “I’m Jessica Drew, may  I come in?” I nodded and moved to the side allowing her to enter. I motioned her to my couch, letting her sit. “So…Jessica Drew was it? Who’s looking for me?” She chuckles, “My boss, he heard about what you did with the anomaly the other day in Central Park. He was impressed, and wants you to join our team of other spider-people such as yourself.” I choked back a laugh, “I’m sorry a team of other spider-people? Is this some sort of fan club?” She looked over to my bag, which was sitting by the door. She stretched out her hand and out came, very much to my surprise, webs. With my bag in hand, a smirk comes across her face, “Believe me now?” I was at a loss for words. Could there really be more people out there like me? Jessica looks at me expecting a response, and I just silently nod, frozen in shock. She tosses me my bag, “Put your suit on, I want you to follow me.” I go to my room and quickly change. I come out and see her waiting in front of this portal. She jerks her head towards it and goes through, and I quickly follow behind.

To call this place amazing would be an understatement. There were so many people and they were all like me. Jessica turned to me and slipped something onto my wrist, “Here keep this on. It’ll prevent you from glitching.” I must’ve had a very confused look on my face, “I’m not sure if you saw it when you fought that anomaly, but you’ll glitch out if you’re in the wrong universe. Trust me it’s not pleasant.” I didn’t hear much after that. Only thing I really picked up on was that we were going to Miguel’s office. There was too much to take in for me to really listen to what she was saying. We stop at a set of doors and she nudges me forward, “Ready kiddo?” We walk in together, and the amazement just keeps on coming. This place was huge. There were all types of computers and such advanced tech that I’ve never seen before. “Miguel! I brought her!” Jessica yells out. My eyes immediately went to the giant platform floating above with…were those hologram computers?! “Thank you Jessica, you’re dismissed.” A masculine voice came from that very platform. Jessica turns to leave and places a hand on my shoulder, “Don’t be too intimidated by Miguel.” she said as she left. That did not come off comforting at all if that was her intent. The man turned and became a little more visible, and my god he was massive. When he finally came into view, lord have mercy was he beautiful. I never really believed in love at first sight, but I did believe in I wanna fuck you at first sight. Gods his skin was a beautiful olive shade, his hair was swept back and was a lovely shade of coffee brown. “I’m Miguel O’Hara. This is the Arachno Humanoid Poly Multiverse.” I barely caught what he said, I was so focused on those full lips of his. He had the body of a Greek god, and a small waist. It was the kind of waist that my friends and I called ‘slutty’. “Good work with the anomaly.” I damn near missed what he said. “Thanks, all in a day's work of being Spider-Girl,” I said sheepishly. “Jesus, fuck Arabella stop thinking about what it would be like to dig your nails into this mans back and focus on what he has to say.” I mentally scolded myself, which was actually futile because I kept thinking about such unholy thoughts about a man I literally met five minutes ago. I was able to pick up what he was putting down. Basically, they were a group of spider-people that were in charge of keeping the multiverse intact, and he asked if I wanted in. Said I’d make a good addition to the team with how efficient I was last time. At this point my mouth was dry from being lost in thought, but managed to get a reply out, “I’d love to join, but uhm just one teensy problem. What of where I’m from? Do I just permanently live here now or do I get to go back?”

“You’d get to go back, but just letting you know this isn’t for the faint of heart. You’ll practically be on call all the time.” I gave it a bit of thought. Being Spider-Girl back home was fun and all but, it was getting repetitive. All I was ever able to stop were the occasional mutated psycho, which was maybe once or twice, and thefts. Being a part of this poly-arachno whatever Mr.gorgeous said would give me that excitement I’ve been wanting. I look at him and we lock eyes. His scarlet eyes just cut into me, “I’m in.” I responded with the biggest smile on my face. He tossed me a watch thingy, “Welcome to the team Arabella.”

[masked-feature]

🥀...LEARN THE ABCs: LEO

masterlist

A - "Are we really doing this again? Okay, but let me grab my unicorn onesie first."

B - "Butterfly wings, a tutu, and a leather jacket? Yeah, I can work with that."

C - "Can we please stop arguing about pineapple on pizza? It's not that deep."

D - "Did someone say we're shooting a music video in zero gravity? Sign me up!"

E - "Everyone's freaking out about the costume change, but I'm just excited to show off my new dance moves."

F - "Fans are screaming so loud I can barely hear myself think. But hey, that's why we're here, right?"

G - "Getting attacked by a swarm of bees during a photoshoot? Just another day in the life of a Kpop idol."

H - "How did we end up in a petting zoo for our fan meet and greet? At least the llamas seem to like us."

I - "I can't believe we're doing a collab with a metal band. This is either going to be amazing or a complete disaster."

J - "Just when I thought we couldn't get any more glitter on our outfits, the stylist brings out the bedazzler."

K - "Kpop life is a wild ride. But I wouldn't have it any other way."

L - "Let's just say the after party got a little out of hand. But hey, what happens in MASK, stays in MASK."

M - "My vocal coach says I need to work on my vibrato. But right now, I'm more worried about how I'm going to fit into this giant teacup."

N - "No one warned me that filming a music video on a moving train would involve this much dodging of low-hanging branches."

O - "Okay, who thought it was a good idea to bring a live elephant on stage during our concert?"

P - "Paparazzi are like ninjas, I swear. I didn't even hear them sneaking up behind me."

Q - "Quick, someone hand me a hair tie before my bangs attack the drummer again."

R - "Rumor has it there's a secret room in our dorm that leads to a candy land. But I'm not holding my breath."

S - "Singing on a rooftop in the pouring rain may seem romantic in movies, but in reality, it's just cold and wet."

T - "The choreography for our new song is insane. I'm pretty sure my legs are going to fall off by the end of practice."

U - "Underneath all the glitter and eyeliner, we're just a group of dorks who love making music together."

V - "Very excited to announce that I've just learned how to do a backflip. Now watch me gracefully faceplant on live TV."

W - "Who needs sleep when you have a never-ending stream of new music to create?"

X - "Xylophone solo? Yeah, I think I can handle that."

Y - "You know you're a Kpop idol when you spend more time in makeup chairs than on actual chairs."

Z - "Zoom interviews are weird. I can never tell if the interviewer is actually wearing pants."

a/n: me in my active era???

[samkat10423]

A new strip mall

Okay. I haven’t opened my game in about a week because I finally decided to do something about my RL flower garden. I’ve been neglecting it for the past 3 years, but finally decided to remedy that.

But enough of that. Today, I’ll show you Tedhi’s little mall lot that she built on that spot where the diner used to be. I made a few changes to the lot – mostly replacing base-game stuff with CC - but not too many.

Outside, I replaced her bus-stop bench with that bicycle set MsPoodle made. The town leaders are trying to reduce carbon emissions by encouraging the use of bicycles. Not because they actually give a rat’s ass, but they own the bikes and get a kick-back. (And besides, Tedhi placed a bus-stop on her Doo Peas lot, so I didn’t need this one.)

The biggest change was to the grocery store. Here’s that Keaton dude going inside. I added that Llama sign, just because I like it.

Inside, I replaced the base-game deco with some CC I have – most of which came from Around the Sims 3. So thank you, Sandy! I didn’t add a lot of items, because I hate getting those notifications, “Your Sim is an idiot and is currently stamping his little, pixilated feet, because he’s too stupid to go around an object.” I then took the godawful NPC into CAS and made him semi-presentable. I also switched out a few items in the salon part of the lot, but nothing much. Other than that, I left the lot pretty much the way it was.

Next I went over to the new police department she made. Outside, I exchanged some plants in that one flowerbed for that sign Sandy converted from TS4. Over the door, I added a “video” camera from TSR, created by cyclonesue. And a mailbox from somewhere – not sure where.

In the “dog” training area, I switched out the bathtub Tedhi used for the one Sandy created for her dog salon set. (Again, thank you, Sandy!)