#Supreme Alphabets

[lightspren]

i’ve felt like a prey animal being hunted for sport all day long, and it took me til now to realize that my ribs were hurting real bad and that that’s probably why

[designershop]

SOUPREME COLLECTION🍜❤️

[ticifics]

hiii, could you maybe write a dave lizewski x reader where the reader is also a huge comic book nerd like dave? and he comes over to her place to help her organize all her comic books + action figures into her display shelves + they yap together abt comic stuff or something

it can be established rs or pre relationship, i think either way would be still be so cute!!! it would also be rlly cool to see a more sarcastic reader utilized here, its cute to see that dynamic with dave!!!

i rlly hope this makes sense! i hope it didnt seem too rambly 😭😭😭😭 thank uuuuu

Supreme Sarcasm Power

Dave Lizewski x f!reader

Summary: "I knew you had an impressive collection, but… this is practically a nerd sanctuary." "You only say that because you want to marry me and get half of the assets in the division," you retorted. The teasing tone made Dave flash a crooked smile, nearly dropping the action figure. "I don't need a comic collection for that," he shot back, his eyes sparkling behind his glasses. "Just you."

Warnings: just fluffy

A/N: honey, yeees I understood, don't worry. I feel like I made a mistake with the nerdy references(so sorry), but I hope you can like it <33

The room was a perfect reflection of your personality: half Disney princess, half intergalactic warrior. Cute plushies shared space with incredibly detailed action figures, and shelves full of comics contrasted with delicate pastel-colored lamps. Dave was in the middle of the organized chaos, holding a Captain America action figure in one hand and a Watchmen comic book in the other.

"I knew you had an impressive collection, but... this is practically a nerd sanctuary," he said, trying not to sound too impressed—and failing miserably.

"You only say that because you want to marry me and get half of the assets in the division," you retorted, not even looking up as you stacked some issues of Saga. The teasing tone made Dave flash a crooked smile, nearly dropping the action figure.

"I don't need a comic collection for that," he shot back, his eyes sparkling behind his glasses. "Just you."

"Aww," you replied, turning to face him with an arched eyebrow. "But if you drop my Captain America, forget it."

Dave chuckled, slightly flushed, as he carefully placed the action figure on the designated shelf. "Seriously, how did you get this? This limited edition costs a fortune."

"Connections," you replied mysteriously, crossing your arms. "And what I did was sell part of my soul. Totally worth it, don't you think?"

Dave laughed, still eyeing the action figure in his hands before carefully returning it to its proper spot on the shelf. You could feel his gaze lingering on every detail of your room, as if he was absorbing it all. It was the kind of attention he gave to everything he loved, and, well, you knew that included you. But you weren’t going to admit that out loud, at least not without making a sarcastic comment right after.

"So, what's next on the organization list?" he asked, putting his hands on his hips in an awkward but absurdly adorable way.

You pointed to the stack of boxes in the corner of the room. "That one. But be careful with the one at the bottom, it has glass. And if you break something... well, let's just say not even the Hulk will protect you."

"Got it," he responded with a serious expression that lasted two seconds before giving way to a nervous smile. "No ruining my entrance to the Avengers, noted."

As he bent down to grab the next box, you returned your focus to organizing the comics alphabetically—because, of course, it had to be alphabetical. It didn’t take long for the comfortable silence to be broken by a strange sound coming from Dave: a mix of a sigh and a stifled laugh.

"What’s up?" you asked, not turning around. The casual tone was a clear attempt to ignore the little wave of concern that hit you. After all, that kind of sound coming from him usually meant he'd found something... compromising.

He didn’t answer, which only made your anxiety worse. When you finally turned around, your heart practically dropped to your stomach. There he was, holding a Quicksilver poster with a lipstick mark strategically placed on the character’s cheek. The bright red contrasted with the worn paper, clearly loved too much during its glory days.

"Oh, God," you muttered, bringing a hand to your face. "Dave, give me that."

He held the poster above his head with a grin so wide it looked like it might split his face in half. "I didn’t know you were such a big fan of Peter Maximoff."

"I’m not!" you shot back, already crossing the room toward him. "It was a teenage thing. Give it to me before I die of embarrassment."

"Teenage?" He raised an eyebrow, as if processing a revolutionary discovery. "You used to kiss posters as a teenager?"

"I didn’t kiss posters!" you exclaimed, trying to jump and grab the paper, but he had the height advantage. "It was just... I had a crush, okay? And that’s none of your business!"

He laughed, stepping back. "I think it is. After all, I’m the one who’ll have to compete with Quicksilver now."

"Dave Lizewski, I swear I’ll..." you began, but he interrupted, holding the poster even higher.

"What are you going to do? Summon your supreme sarcasm powers? Because, as far as I know, that’s not going to help you get this," he teased, his eyes gleaming with pure amusement.

You sighed, trying not to show how defeated you were in your own specialty: keeping composure. Dave seemed to be enjoying every second of this role reversal, holding the poster like a freshly won trophy, his dark curls slightly messy on his forehead, and his blue eyes shining behind his glasses. It was hard to stay truly mad at him when he had that expression—a half-smile, half-mischievous grin—that made your heart stumble before you even realized it.

But you weren’t going to give up that easily.

"Do you really want to turn this into a battle?" you shot back, crossing your arms and raising an eyebrow. "Because, as far as I know, you’re not exactly known for winning."

He laughed, a low chuckle that seemed to reverberate in the space between you. "Oh, sure. This coming from the person who’s literally turning red just because I found out she kissed posters."

"I didn’t kiss posters," you repeated, even though the evidence was incriminatingly clear.

Dave raised his hand even higher, the poster swaying dangerously above you both. He wasn’t exactly tall, but he was strong in a way that didn’t seem obvious at first glance—not until you noticed the muscles in his arms, visible even under the sleeves of his T-shirt. You tried again to grab the poster, but he leaned back, laughing once more.

"Okay, this is getting ridiculous," you muttered, stopping your jumping and placing your hands on your hips. "I can't believe I’m losing to you."

"That’s what makes me a genius, right?" he responded, still with that teasing tone. "I finally figured out your weakness: teenage embarrassment."

"No way," you said, your voice firm, even though the back of your neck was still warm.

You knew you needed to change strategies. Jumping and trying to grab the poster clearly wasn’t working, so it was time to do what you did best: turn the tables in your favor.

Straightening your posture, you took a step closer to him, closing the distance until you were almost invading his space. Your gaze deliberately moved from his eyes to the poster, then back to him, your lips curling into a slow, deliberate smile.

"Okay, you won," you said softly, your voice dropping to a low, almost melodic tone. "But, if we’re talking about kisses..."

Before he could process what was happening, you placed your hands on his torso—heat and firmness under the thin fabric of his T-shirt—and took another step closer. Your fingers lazily running along his sides.

"...maybe you want one too?"

You saw the instant transformation in him. The confident smile faltered, his eyes widened slightly behind his glasses, and color rose on his cheeks with almost comical speed.

"W-what?" he stammered, his voice faltering like someone had pressed the wrong key.

You seized the advantage, tilting your head slightly as if considering the idea seriously. "You heard me. Just tell me, Dave. I’m generous like that."

The poster started to drop—finally—but by this point, you didn’t even care about it anymore. All that mattered was the growing heat between you, the way his eyes couldn’t decide whether to look at yours or your lips, and the way his breath had become slightly irregular.

"I... I mean..." he tried, but the words tangled in an adorable way.

"Dave," you interrupted, your voice a little firmer, but with a hint of tenderness.

"Hm?"

"I don’t want the poster," you admitted, letting your hands slide a little higher up his chest. "I just want you."

The silence that followed was thick, but in a way that made the air feel electrified. He finally let go of the poster, letting it fall to the floor carelessly, while his arms came around your waist, pulling you gently closer.

"You don’t play fair," he murmured, his voice husky, but with that mischievous smile still present.

"I know," you replied, leaning in his direction until your lips finally met.

The kiss was slow but full of intention, a mix of quiet laughs and a passion that seemed to overflow with every touch. It was a little clumsy, as always, but that only made you fall for him more.

When you finally pulled apart, he was grinning from ear to ear, his eyes sparkling in a way that made everything around you feel lighter.

"You won this time," he said, with a theatrical sigh.

"I always win," you retorted, giving his chest a little push before turning to grab the forgotten poster.

But as you crouched down to pick it up, he spoke again:

"Just so it’s recorded... I definitely wouldn’t mind being defeated like that more often."

And in that moment, as you laughed and tried to look indifferent, all you could think about was how Dave Lizewski was your favorite victory.

[sweetstrawberryys]

“Double Trouble, Double Love”

— 141 + Alejandro as Twin Dads.

Continuation of "Double the Love"

Rating: fluff.

Warnings: tf141 being amazing dads and lots of cuddles obviously.

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Captain John Price

Dad Style: The Responsible Softie

Nickname: “Dad Boss” (unofficial, courtesy of Soap)

Price reads all the parenting books. He’s the guy who alphabetizes baby medicine, preps tiny go-bags for every outing, and somehow always has a warm bottle ready the second one twin even thinks about crying.

But when one of the babies falls asleep on his chest? He doesn’t move. For hours. Just sits there, remote in one hand, baby in the other, beard scratchily pressed to soft little heads.

You once walked in to see both twins asleep on him while he whispered, “Tactical snuggle time complete. Targets subdued by cuddles.”

His favorite thing? Walking them around the house in matching footie pajamas while humming old military cadences like lullabies.

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Simon “Ghost” Riley

Dad Style: Protective, Awkward, Deeply Obsessed

Nickname: “Scary Teddy Bear”

Ghost was terrified at first. Babies? Crying? Emotions? But the second he held both twins—tiny fists grabbing his shirt—he was hooked.

He never lets anyone hold them without washing their hands. He says he doesn’t do “baby talk,” but you’ve caught him whispering in a soft voice:

“Who's Daddy’s little shadow ops, huh? You are. You’re my little operators.”

He wears a skull bib when feeding them because “they respect the brand.” And God help anyone who jokes about how gentle he is now. He’ll glare them into silence while burping a baby with perfect rhythm.

Favorite thing? Midnights with one twin in each arm, rocking them slowly while muttering stories from his past like bedtime legends.

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Johnny “Soap” MacTavish

Dad Style: Chaos Gremlin with a Heart of Gold

Nickname: “Da Da BOOM” (one of the twins said it once. He cried.)

Soap is the fun parent. He makes baby food into shapes. He gives the twins matching faux-hawks. He made up a song called “Poo Patrol” for diaper duty (it slaps, unfortunately).

Every day is a mission: Operation Bedtime, Operation Synchronized Naps, Operation Get the Spoon Out of the Dog’s Mouth.

But then come the moments when he lays on the floor, twin in each arm, whispering, “Did you know I never thought I’d be this happy?”

Favorite thing? Making them laugh with ridiculous sound effects. And carrying them around in a double-baby carrier like he’s got the world’s tiniest backpack squad.

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Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

Dad Style: Chill but Always on Alert

Nickname: “Baby Whisperer”

Gaz is the smoothest dad alive. He can burp one twin while rocking the other to sleep with his foot. He’s got lullaby playlists, bottle timings memorized, and somehow never gets spit-up on him.

He wears them in a double wrap and does grocery runs like it’s nothing. “What? You mean everyone doesn’t grab diapers with two adorable sidekicks strapped to their chest?”

You once woke up to find him laying on the floor, babies on either side of him, all three of them staring at the ceiling and having a deep conversation about ceiling fans.

Favorite thing? Singing to them in a soft voice — sometimes lullabies, sometimes R&B classics with lyrics changed to include pacifiers and burp cloths.

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Alejandro Vargas

Dad Style: Passionate, Loud, and Full of Love

Nickname: “Papi Supreme”

Alejandro throws fiestas for every baby milestone. First giggle? Piñata. First word? Cake. First steps? Confetti cannons (you had to ban those).

He teaches them Spanish lullabies, dances around the kitchen with one baby in each arm, and insists on giving them matching little hats “like proper niños.”

He once held a dramatic speech at 3 a.m. because one twin wouldn’t sleep: “Mi hija, please, your papi is exhausted. Let’s negotiate.”

Favorite thing? Morning cuddles, both twins tucked under his arms, and whispering, “You two are the greatest mission I’ve ever accepted.”

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Do you wanna see more of the pregnant!reader x tf!141 ?

[im-ovulating]

(A/n: Once again, all alphabet credit goes to @squid-god-supreme)

Word Count: N/A

Summary- A spicier twist to Ahk's A-Z

Warnings: Sex talk/descriptions

Age Rating: 18+ Minors DNI

Ahkmenrah NSFW Alphabet

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A-ftercare: What are they like after sex?

Cuddles and kisses.

After sex, Ahkmen just wants you close. He wants to hold you, and whisper sweet nothings in your ear.

B-ody part: Their favorite body part of theirs and their partners?

His hands are definitely his favorite part of him. They're what gets to touch you the most, after all (next to his lips of course).

He loves seeing his hand intertwined with yours or having it splayed across your stomach or back (or anywhere really. He just likes touching you).

He loves your eyes.

Love seeing them stare at him with so much love and adoration. Loves seeing the go slightly crossed and unfocused as he brings his hips into yours.

C-um: Anything to do with cum.

He likes to cum inside you (if you let him). There's just something so intimate about spilling himself into your heat. It almost feels like he's claiming you - telling the world that you're his and only his.

D-irty secret: A dirty secret of theirs.

He snuck a pair of your panties into his sarcophagus and jerks off with them when he's horny and you're not at the museum.

F-avorite position: Thier favorite position?

E-xperience: How experienced are they? Do they know what they're doing?

He's not super experienced, but the nature of sex wasn't something he grew up being shyed away from. Quite the opposite, really. He grew up surrounded by tellings of how sacred the act is and was surrounded by people confident enough in themselves to talk freely about just how important and cherished it is.

So while he may not have much first hand experience, he knows enough to make you both feel good. And he has an excellent partner to further his knowledge.

Avid fan of missionary. Not to say he's completely vanilla, though. He just likes to see your face as he wrecks you.

G-oofy: Are they serious in the moment or more humorous?

Depends. What was the lead up? Was it a sensual, hot moment that ended with him 9 inches deep in you? Or was it a silly joke that led to a good-natured manhandling?

If it was option 1, he is very serious, taking your pleasure as his number one priority and with nothing on his mind except making you feel good. If it was option 2, expect jokes to be cracked, mirth filled smiles between kisses, and a light, giggle filled air.

H-air: How well are they groomed? Does the carpet match the drapes?

Au naturale.

Again- he grew up taught that the body is holy. Buy even if he didn't- he's a living exhibit in a museum, so he doesn't have much choice but to be natural.

I-ntimacy: How are they during the moment? (Romantic aspect)

Very romantic.

Loves to hold your hand during, to press himself as close to you as possible with gazing into your eyes. Murmurs the sweetest things against your lips as skin.

J-ack off: Masturbation headcanon.

Doesn't jerk off much. He doesn't have that much privacy in the museum, after all, but every once in a while, he will indulge. Notably when you can't make it for a couple nights.

K-ink: One or more of their kinks.

Praise.

He loves to both tell you how good you are for him as well as to get told how well he is for you.

Marking.

They may not last more than the night due to the tablet's magic, but for those few hours, he loves sporting the physical proof of the pleasure he gives to you.

Alternatively, he loves seeing you walk into his exhibit flaunting the pretty purple marks he shcked into your skin the night before.

L-ocation: Favorite places to do the do?

Not many options, but his exhibit (he tends to order the jekylls to keep everyone out) and the secluded storage closet at the end of his hallway are the only places you can be assured you won't be interrupted in.

M-ovtivation: What turns them on/gets them going?

Your soft, teasing grazes and loaded looks are the easiest way to get him going without alerting the others.

All it takes as a subtle graze along his shoulders and a dart of your eyes to the nearest exit and he's ready.

N-o: Something they wouldn't do/turn offs?

Hurting you.

He would do almost anything for you, except causing you pain.

Even if he knows you like it. Even though you reassure him the pain turns you on. He can't do it.

O-ral: Preference in giving v. receiving, skill, etc.?

Loves receiving it. Loves giving it even more.

He's fairly skilled, reducing you to a blubbering mess with a few calculated swipes of his tongue.

P-ace: Are they fast and rough or slow and sensual?

Can do either, but swing more towards slow and sensual.

Refer back to the romantic during the do part.

Loves being able to watch every miniscule change in your expression as he changes the angle or position. You simply can't catch every detail when your fucking like a rabbit.

Q-uickie: Their opinion on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.?

No.

He wants the full experience, wants to take his time with you and revel in the moment.

R-isk: Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks?

As long as it's nothing that can hurt you, he's down to try most things at least once.

S-tamina: How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?

He can last a while. The tablet's magic keeping him properly energized and his stamina full.

Blessing or curse depending on how you handle overstimulation.

T-oy: Do they own toys? Do they use them, either on themselves or their partner?

Once again, no. He wants to prove that he can take you high on his own. If he can't please his partner without some silicon help, what kind of pharaoh is he?

U-nfair: How much do they tease?

He wants to tease you, but when you look at him like that and beg oh so sweetly, how could he possibly say no?

V-olume: How loud are they? What sounds do they make?

Not loud, but definitely noisy.

He is not afraid to let you know exactly how good he feels with you.

Moans, groans, and sighs are the main sounds you pull from him, but if you tease him enough, you could probably coax a whimper from him as well.

W-ild card: A random headcanon.

Loves to push you into a mating press. Your legs around his head while he's as deep inside you as he can go? AND the ability to retain eye contact? Sign him up.

X-ray: What's in their pants?

I'd say he's around 7 inches soft but close to 9 when hard. He's kinda slim, but not skinny and rocks the jungle.

Y-earning How high is their sex drive?

Average. He could go anytime, but is also perfectly content to simply cuddle.

Z-zz: How quicjly do they fall asleep after sex?

He doesn't. He can't.

He can't make sure he gets back inside his sarcophagus in time if he passes out after sex.

If he could, though? Within minutes. He'd makes sure to stay awake long enough to take care of yoh and clean you up but once you're settled, he's OUT.

[talonabraxas]

"Creation and destruction are one, to the eyes who can see beauty." ~Savitri Devi

Kali - Goddess of Creation and Destruction Talon Abraxas

Kali, the primordial cosmic energy

Like many deities, Kali has different origin stories. In her most famous legend, Durga, a protective warrior goddess who combats the evils that threaten peace, and the Matrikas (a group of mother goddesses) summoned Kali during their battle against the demon Raktabīja. The goddesses could wound and kill Raktabīja’s, but every drop of his blood created a duplicate of the demon, and countless clones appeared on the battlefield. Kali opened her mouth, rolled out her tongue, caught the drops of Raktabīja’s blood, and the goddesses defeated the demon.

Kali is sometimes said to have emerged from Durga’s forehead and embody Durga’s wrath. Another text describes Kali as arising from the sleeping body of Vishnu, the supreme being who creates, protects, and transforms the universe in the Hindu tradition of Vaishnavism.

Kali is more often regarded as the wife of Shiva, the supreme god in the Hindu tradition of Shivaism. Her name, Kālī, is the feminine form of Kāla, an epithet of Shiva, and means “time”. She is Shiva’s Shakti, the primordial cosmic energy of the universe that is creative, sustaining, and destructive. Without Kali, Shiva is a corpse.

There are various depictions of both Shiva and Kali. It’s helpful to think of Shiva as pure consciousness, Kali as energy, and their merging represents reality.

The symbols of Kali

Many people find Kali’s appearance frightening, which has led her to be popularly seen in contemporary Paganism and Witchcraft as a Dark Goddess and a destroying force. She is a Dark Mother and a Destroyer, but not in the way many might imagine. For many devotees across the Indian subcontinent and the world, Ma Kali is a benevolent mother who protects from misfortunes and delights in their childlike qualities.

Kali is the force of time, the darkness from which everything was born. Her dark skin, black or blue, represents the transcendent void and the infinite nature of time and space. She is nude, garbed in space and free from illusions. Her body may be emaciated or voluptuous, representing her all-giving nature and her eroticism. Her wild hair represents boundless freedom, and each strand is a soul; all souls have their roots in Kali. With her three eyes, the sun, moon, and fire, she sees the past, present, and future. Her red tongue is passion, activity, consumes all, and tastes the forbidden. Her white teeth or tusks are purity, goodness, balance, and peacefulness.

Kali wears a garland of severed heads. These are sometimes said to number 108, an auspicious number in Hinduism, and the number of countable beads on a mala. The severed heads are also said to number 47, 50, or 51, associated with the letters of the Sanskrit alphabet, each of which represents a form of energy or a form of Kali. She is the mother of language and all mantras. Hands are the principal instruments of work, and Kali’s skirt of severed human arms represents the action of karma, the cycle of which is severed through devotion to her.

Kali has four arms, representing the complete circle of creation and destruction within her. She offers blessings with her two right hands; she makes the mudrā (gesture) of reassurance and safety, and bestows boons. In her left hand, she holds the blood-covered sword of wisdom, which destroys demons and obstacles to enlightenment, such as ego, represented by the severed head.

Kali’s dwelling place is the cremation grounds, a place of fire and dissolution. Kali dwells in the devotee’s heart, and the cremation grounds symbolise the inner fire that dissolves our attachments and burns away our ignorance and limitations.

Kali is a goddess of death and destruction and, therefore, a vehicle of liberation. She is a Mother because she is the ultimate manifestation of Shakti. The Shaktisangama Tantra says:

Woman is the creator of the universe, the universe is her form; woman is the foundation of the world, she is the true form of the body.

In woman is the form of all things, of all that lives and moves in the world. There is no jewel rarer than woman, no condition superior to that of a woman.

The worship of Kali

The worship of Kali varies. Common elements include meditation, repeating mantras, rites, offerings, and animal sacrifice in some temples. My practice has also changed over the years and has included simple and more extended pujas (devotional rituals) and even Wiccan-style rituals. Currently, I maintain a permanent shrine to Kali and make offerings of red flowers, water, incense, rice, and other various items from time to time.

I view Kali as a benevolent, transcendent, cosmic Mother. She grants freedom by removing our illusions so that we can see ourselves and the world clearly as it is.

If you would like to begin exploring a relationship with Kali, I suggest setting up a small shrine for her. Include a statue or other image and a black or red candle. Make simple offerings: water, rice, red flowers (hibiscus are her favourite), red fruits, and Kali also like sweets. Meditate and speak to her.

There is so much more than can be said about Kali. In future entries, I’ll explore Kali’s various forms, yantra, mantras, tantra, puja, her revolutionary power, and more.

[phoenixyfriend]

I think there's a really big difference between "I recognize and respect what the canon is trying to do, but I'll write this thing that goes against it anyway because that's what makes me happy" and "I do not recognize or respect what the canon is trying to do, and am going to do what I like because it makes me feel like I'm smarter than canon."

The former is Anidala writers who just want the sweet and fluffy domesticity in a no-66 AU, because we know it was meant to be toxic and tragic but DAMMIT let us have this. We know they're fucked up and a big part of the message and tragedy is that they're fucked up, but we want to live, if only for a few hours, in that dream Vader had in that one comic l, where Padmé was Supreme Chancellor and they had a son named after Qui-Gon who was also a Jedi. We know it's a dream and a fantasy but It Makes Us Happy.

The latter is people who write the New Mandalorians as enacting cultural genocide and lionize the True Mandalorians because why treat a complex political situation with nuance when you can use a Bad Animation Decision as an excuse to say that Actually the guys with guns are the morally correct party.

"I don't get why people write Anidala as this happy domestic--" delusion is fun and can make you feel better and that's fine if you aren't hurting anyone

"I don't get why people rewrite Satine to reject Mando'a when she speaks more of it than any other named character in TCW and all the signage and writing is in the Mandalorian alphabet--" malice and misogyny, probably

Sometimes, a girl's just gotta complain

[whoopsyeahokay]

Alphabet Soup

summary: prompt fill. the journey of a clandestine love affair at several stages because Wally Clark craves what he can't have and refuses to keep his hands to himself. and you live for it.

pairing: grey!Wally Clark x fem!reader

warnings: smut. AU - modern setting. romanticized toxic behavior. cheating (not on you). slice-of-life. egregious use of the word 'baby'.

bon reading, frens

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Alphabet Soup - S

S is for the soft in-betweens. The silly, sweet, soppy moments Wally didn't expect to yearn for. Yet, here he is, coveting them like silver from the stars, stockpiling them in his heart beside childhood memories and first loves. Or, who he assumes are first loves, but the more time he spends with you, the less he's sure he ever experienced that.

Shit.

What he does know is that Janet is at Claire's lake house with the rest of the squad, a weekend away—no boys allowed, except Gabe because he makes the best blended margaritas—and Wally has the house to himself. His parents are in Michigan visiting Aunt Tal and your dad is busy with some lame staff retreat leaving you and Wally with nothing else to do but each other.

It's sybaritic, sexy, sensual, fucking supreme. First, he lures you into the house with the promise of snacks and a movie. Lowkey, innocent. He knows you know it's a scheme. Can see it in the way you stretch to expose a strip of belly and hipbone, the way you take your sweater off because it's, "too hot in here, Wally." Sure it is. And the seducer becomes the seducee because the next thing he knows you're on him, a strip-tease, a lap dance that leaves him panting, kissing him with intention. And, hell yeah, he likes this side of you. Bold. Bratty. Taking what you want when he doesn't give it to you at your pace.

He fingers you on the couch, eats you out on the coffee table, fucks your mouth at the island while the pizza burns in the oven and the smoke alarm shrieks. He can't get enough. Will never get enough. Shower. Bed. The jacuzzi tub in his parents' master suite after splitting a bottle of something worth more than his life. "God, baby, you need my cock so bad, don't you?"

It's after you and he break his fucking bed during Round Double Digits that Wally feels the shift.

You're lightheaded, wobbly-limbed and sticky from lube and come and salted-caramel drizzle, reaching for whatever article of clothing is nearest—Wally's shirt that falls to your thighs—and you say with uncertainty, "I need something to eat, if that's okay?" Like Wally wouldn't take care of you unless it's to make your body sing for him.

He's on his feet in seconds, boxers on, scooping you into his arms as you giggle and squeal in delight. He carries you toddler-style down the stairs to the kitchen, places you on the counter, and searches the fridge for something to throw together. You joke as he cooks, talking about this and that, and Wally laughs, responds, engages. You stimulate his brain, challenge him, tease him, and then he feels it. A tiny thing at first, warm, subtle, but it swells into holy shit, she's perfect so fast it makes his head spin.

You're witty and smart and confident. Wally never let himself notice that before, and now he can't un-notice it. He wants to learn more, know more, gobble up every piece of you he can until he's satisfied.

You eat his food, compliment him, snuggle into his side for the movie he puts on to fall asleep to, his hand stroking your hair, back, side as his eyes droop. He doesn't mean to do it, is hardly aware of himself, but he nuzzles into your hair and kisses your forehead. Softhearted and tender. Like a boyfriend.

Half-asleep, you sigh contentedly and burrow closer, but now Wally's wide awake. Staring at the ceiling, freaking the fuck out because this wasn't supposed to turn into something more than an easygoing, no-strings way to blow off steam.

Double shit.

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Funny how SCOTUS “originalists” ignore this history

Benjamin Franklin is revered in history for his fixation on inventing practical ways to make everyday life easier. He was a prolific inventor and author, and spent his life tinkering and writing to share his knowledge with the masses.

One of the more surprising areas Franklin wanted to demystify for the average American? At-home abortions.

Molly Farrell is an associate professor of English at the Ohio State University and studies early American literature. She authored a recent Slate article that suggests Franklin’s role in facilitating at-home abortions all started with a popular British math textbook.

Titled The Instructor and written by George Fisher, which Farrell said was a pseudonym, the textbook was a catch-all manual that included plenty of useful information for the average person. It had the alphabet, basic arithmetic, recipes, and farriery (which is hoof care for horses). At the time, books were very expensive, and a general manual like this one was a practical choice for many families.

Franklin saw the value of this book, and decided to create an updated version for residents of the U.S, telling readers his goal was to make the text “more immediately useful to Americans.” This included updating city names, adding Colonial history, and other minor tweaks.

But as Farrell describes, the most significant change in the book was swapping out a section that included a medical textbook from London, with a Virginia medical handbook from 1734 called Every Man His Own Doctor: The Poor Planter’s Physician.

This medical handbook provided home remedies for a variety of ailments, allowing people to handle their more minor illnesses at home, like a fever or gout. One entry, however, was “for the suppression of the courses”, which Farrell discovered meant a missed menstrual period.

“The book starts to prescribe basically all of the best-known herbal abortifacients and contraceptives that were circulating at the time,” Farrell said. “It's just sort of a greatest hits of what 18th-century herbalists would have given a woman who wanted to end a pregnancy early.”

“It's very explicit, very detailed, also very accurate for the time in terms of what was known ... for how to end a pregnancy pretty early on.”

Including this information in a widely circulated guide for everyday life bears a significance to today’s heated debate over access to abortion and contraception in the United States. In particular, the leaked Supreme Court opinion that would overturn Roe v. Wade and states that “a right to abortion is not deeply rooted in the nation's histories and traditions.”

Farrell said the book was immensely popular, and she did not find any evidence of objections to the inclusion of the section.

“It didn't really bother anybody that a typical instructional manual could include material like this,”she said. “It just wasn't something to be remarked upon. It was just a part of everyday life.”

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[howlsofbloodhounds]

How about something new (eyyy) to talk about? Tô spice things up? Thoughts and/or head canons on omega chara from ultratale/Vitaltale?

Omega Chara would never write out their nickname as like Omega, it’d be like the Greek alphabet letter: Ω.

I was reading up on the two wikis, and it seems like Nightmare, this version of Chara has definitely reached their Moral Event Horizon. They are irredeemable and there’s no going back or being redeemed for them.

Of course this is possibly due to whole evil chara thing back in the day, but if we consider the possibility of what could’ve lead what we know of the person Undertale Chara was to become who Ω is, I think there’s potential.

It seems like Ω’s goal was not to repeatedly kill Monsterkind over and over and make them suffer. They got rid of the Reset deliberately, as if they wanted to kill all of Monsterkind, Frisk, and possibly even themself permanently. Either via just leaving an empty Underground behind for the rest of humankind to find, or to destroy and Erase the world completely.

According to Google, Omega (Ω) has multiple meanings, that could even provide some proof for that— “including the 24th and final letter of the Greek alphabet. It has a value of 800 in the Greek numeric system and literally translates to "great O". As the last letter, Omega can signify an ending, the ultimate limit of a set, or a "Great End".

It can also represent a grand closure, like the conclusion of a major event. Omega can also be used as slang to mean "ultimately", "most", or "supremely.”’

Another thing that’s different about Ω from Undertale Chara is that Ω wants to kill Monsterkind, whereas Undertale Chara’s issues always seemed to be with their own kind; humanity, humans.

On that note, it’s unclear if Ω is even human or ever was human. Taking a look at this photo below:

You will see that there is an upside down white monster soul inside the red upright red human soul, Frisk’s soul. Which Ω is said to have absorbed, which is what got rid of Frisk’s ability to Reset completely.

And this line in one of the Wikis certainly helps, “As of now, this is the only Pure Evil counterpart of Chara who doesn't appear to be a human, instead being a monster who looks vaguely humanoid.”

Was Ω always a monster, even in life, or did they die a human, and come back..wrong? It’s implied that they helped Frisk on their original Genocide at first, so when Frisk eventually tried to go back on it, did Ω want to punish them by permanently taking away the ones Frisk held a perverted sentimentality for?

Or did Frisk (or us), unknowingly or not, teach an undead, confused child that their purpose in this new life is to truly embrace being the demon that comes when you call its name? Was Ω’s attempt to get rid of the Reset just an elaborate genocidal murder suicide? Did they believe that all of Monsterkind should die, including themself, if they were somehow no longer human or never were?

Perhaps it isn’t just guilt for failing Frisk that Delta feels, but Chara as well. Because most children don’t become like that without something behind it, some reason—even if it was as simple as Chara had learned to enjoy it and embrace it, they couldn’t have always been like that.

I wonder if Delta also has difficulties looking at Killer’s soul for too long— especially when it’s in Stage 1. Every time he looks at it for too long his abdomen starts burning, and he can almost feel the agonizing pain as if he’s being cut in half all over again.

The white, the red, the hearts—all remind of that sadistic, murderous child that seemed hellbent on death, on permanence, on finality, on an ending.

Perhaps, in a way, some part of Delta wonders if they were never a child at all; instead the Angel, who had seen the surface, come to empty the Underground. Or the world.

[asarigg]

Character Design: Part 3

TATTOO

Moving to his tattoo, most of the information related to Buddhism is a copy paste of this tumblr post, alongside other elements, which if I hadn’t read I wouldn’t have noticed these things because I’m not familiar with it at all, but I added a few things:

The tattoo covering most of his body is a tribal style tattoo, with thick lines that flow with the anatomy of the body. Truth is that for a long time I thought that this tattoo was somewhat of a filler, I was trying to see what else here was relevant, and it wasn’t until I saw this picture of the tattoo spread out that it clicked.

At first, and honestly now too, I thought that maybe it was kind of a stretch (it wouldn’t be me if I didn’t doubt everything I do or think all the time huh), but I can’t unsee it now. This part of the tattoo is made to look like a bird, or parts of one. The symmetrical spread out looks like a bird with its wings open, the beak on top and its tail following the length of his arm. Other parts of the tattoo follow the flow of the feathers, the side profile of birds, even the one on his legs looks like two wings wrapping it, more obvious when looking at it from behind. With a quick search you find very simple examples that already resemble these shapes.

Recently imadhatt3r read the essay and suggested that the shapes on his chest reminded her to the Japanese phoenix Hou-ou, Hōō, or similar variations (ほうおう). It has its origin in China, called Feng Huang (鳳凰), where it was adopted as one of the symbols of the imperial household, particularly the empress, with the mythical bird representing fire, the sun, justice, obedience, fidelity and the southern star constellations. According to the legend, the Hou-ou appears on very specific occasions, the beginning of a new era, like the birth of a virtuous ruler.

In other traditions it appears only in peaceful and prosperous times, and it's said they nest in paulownia trees, hiding when there’s trouble. It's a symbol of peace when appearing, and disharmony when disappearing. In China the phoenix (female) is intimately associated with the Dragon (male), they’re either mortal enemies, or blissful lovers (while the phoenix represents fire, the dragon represents water, and would also be representative of the emperor instead). Males would be denominated Feng, and females Huang. This phoenix is the ruler of all birds, and it’s a mix of different species, including non-bird animals. They all would color the phoenix with the five colors of the Chinese elements: white, black, red, yellow and blue. I’ve read they have five distinct feathers on its tail, on other sites I've read twelve, like the twelve months.

Apparently, while it used to be represented next to paulownia trees and bamboo, it was gradually replaced with peonies, cherry blossoms, chrysanthemums and seasonal Japanese wild flowers.

The sparrow/bird motif couldn’t be more obvious and recurrent in his character, it’s in his kimono, in his name, his AllMate, in his back tattoo. It’s no surprise that they played with this idea here as well. Birds in general are seen as symbols of freedom, being able to fly wherever they want. Koujaku was basically born a slave, and from day one he has sought and fought for his and his mother’s freedom, desperate, and being punished for it. The day this tattoo was completed, he would never be free again. How ironic, isn’t it?

Even these designs hold a resemblance too to these birds. And the design of Koujaku on the right compared to Beni.

The symbol inside the circle on his shoulder and knee is the seed syllable of the sanskrit alphabet “a” (अ). In Buddhism “a” is the seed syllable for the mantras associated with Vairochana Buddha, one of the Five Great Buddhas. He is represented in the center of the mandala and with color white, he is considered the personification of the Dharmakaya (cosmic body of Buddha, the everything, the complete wisdom, enlightenment and universal compassion), he is the supreme and primordial Buddha. Dharma cannot be translated into a single word, but it is understood that it refers to behaviors and actions that are in harmony with the laws of life, the cosmos, virtues or religious moral duties, and are the teachings of Buddha.

The Wisdom associated with “a” is that which can create or deny, and if it’s added as a prefix it makes the word have the opposite meaning. For example, when adding “a” to “moral”, it creates “amoral” which is the opposite. Vidya means wisdom, avidya is ignorance.

The Buddha Vairochana appears in the Brahmajala Sutra, or the Brahma Net Sutra:

Now, I, Vairochana Buddha am sitting atop a lotus pedestal;

On a thousand flowers surrounding me are a thousand Shakyamuni Buddhas.

Each flower supports a hundred million worlds; in each world a Shakyamuni Buddha appears.

All are seated beneath a Bodhi-tree, all simultaneously attain Buddhahood.

All these innumerable Buddhas have Vairochana as their original body.

He is also mentioned in the Avatamsaka Sutra or Flower Garland Sutra, where the flower garland represents his many virtues or inspiring glory. The theme of the sutra is the interdependence of all things, “all in one, one in all… There are no divisions in the totality of reality… the universal Buddhahood of all reality”. According to this sutra, the entirety of the cosmos can be observed at any level within that cosmos.

In each dust-mote of these worlds

Are countless worlds and Buddhas…

From the tip of each hair of Buddha’s body

Are revealed the indescribable Pure Lands…

The indescribable infinite Lands

All ensemble in a hair’s tip [of Buddha].

Koujaku’s tattoo has two major connections to Vairochana: the garland of flowers, representative of his virtues, and the use of the Vairochana seed syllable “a”. We also have a symbolic introduction to hair, associated with Vairochana and Koujaku, to which we will return later.

These tattoos were not consensual, they were forced by Ryuuhou’s hand, so why did he choose these elements with such strong Buddhist symbolism?

SHISEI

Ryuuhou’s character is based on a story called “Shisei” or “Tattoo”, by Junichiro Tanizaki in 1910, charged with sadism, cruelty and dark, perversed erotism.

The story is about a tattoo artist named Seikichi, master of tebori, the traditional technique, who, like Ryuuhou, is psychologically disturbed and has a “secret pleasure, secret desire” to see men in agony when he buries his needles into them, and the more they suffer the more pleasurable it was for him. The story tells how he used to be an ukiyo painter, his social status fell and then he became a renowned tattoo artist, tattooing people’s bodies as if they were canvases.

He would even mock the men who screamed the loudest, calling them children, and when someone appeared who endured the pain of his needles, he would assure them that it would be impossible to continue enduring it, which to me it only implies that he would stick the needles in them as deep as possible to make them suffer.

But he was so obsessed with finding the perfect canvas, a woman on whom to tattoo his masterpiece, her own soul. He wanted to tattoo a woman who was not only beautiful on the outside but who also met his expectations with her personality. One day while walking, he thought he had found the perfect woman just by looking at her bare foot, saying to himself: “That foot will be feeding on the fresh blood of the men it will end up trampling on”.

But it would not be until the following year that Seikichi would meet that girl. After showing her some paintings that he believed reflected her, she gets scared and wants to leave, but Seikichi drugs her and puts her to sleep. He would not stop until he finished the tattoo, and he tells the girl that “There will be no woman more seductive than you. There will be no man who is not your victim”. And when she woke up, at the same time that she moved, so did the spider tattooed on her back.

The girl’s personality changed completely, and it is her, his masterpiece, who ends up killing the tattoo artist after fulfilling his last request of seeing her tattoo completed one last time, dying with a smile.

The references are more than obvious. Koujaku’s tattoo as his greatest work, tattooing his soul, his sadistic nature and the purposeful infliction of as much pain as possible during the tattoo sessions (not only it’s a slow and painful technique, but Ryuuhou also stuck the needles deeper than needed. Koujaku himself said that he spent months and months being tattooed, so it’s easy to assume that he purposely made it last longer), the moment of his death, Koujaku’s fainting and change of “personality”, the moment he meets him as a teenager. Not only that, but those references are repeated with Aoba too when he meets him and feels “love at first sight”, when Aoba returns to “his door”, drugs and kidnaps him with the intention of tattooing him.

And of course, there’s also this woman they met when they arrived at Platinum Jail, with a spider tattoo on her face and neck.

Ryuuhou is covered from head to toe, but we can still see a tattoo on his neck of a seahorse. It’s in plain sight and of course it draws attention. Seahorses are known for their unusual way of breeding: the males are the ones that get pregnant and give birth. If I’m not wrong seahorses in Japan are called something like the illegitimate child of the dragon or baby dragon. It could be a symbol of power, unshakable strength, abundance and good luck because of its connection to dragons, a fantastic animal that also appears on Ryuuhou’s kimono and name. But what interests us most is the connection of the seahorse with creation, as a symbol of fatherhood, its capacity of getting pregnant.

RYUUHOU, FORCE OF CREATION

Ryuuhou being tattooed with the image of a male creative force is not an accident. We hear him always talk about creation, about his “greatest work”. “I always knew I would die at the hands of my greatest creation”

Look at the last sentence and think about the recurring duality of creation and destruction. If Ryuuhou is shaped as a creative force, then there has to be a destructive force: Koujaku

The duality of Ryuuhou and Koujaku is told through the visual narration of red vs blue, recurring in many stories and with roots in the red and blue Oni trope, in which the two oni have opposite personalities and have a very different way of seeing the world, often provoking confrontation with one another. The red oni, Koujaku, is associated with passion, wildness and rebellion. A generally outgoing, enthusiastic, determined and lively character.

On the other hand, the blue oni is associated with serenity, control and vigilant authority, resonant with Ryuuhou. The way he presents himself, the way he speaks. Blue ones are more intellectual, proud, traditional, introverted and cultured, sometimes more spiritual. They are usually respected by others, but they often confuse or even intimidate others because they are difficult to read and have a mysterious aura. When there are elemental powers involved in this popular trope, the red oni will of course be associated with fire, and the blue one with water or ice.

Fire cleanses the soul and symbolizes rebirth. It has strong Buddhist connotations, and represents passion, intensity, desire. Water also has purifying properties, used to clean the hands and mouth at the entrance of shrines. It is a strong element that can erode rocks, and represents adaptability, change, perseverance. This is a detail that might not be very important, but I found it curious and why not add it. Note that the lowest point of Aoba and Koujaku’s relationship is marked by the arrival of scheduled rain, and then Ryuuhou coaxes Aoba under it. Seahorses and dragons live in water, and the latter also can control it. The rain comes symbolically, there’s no other reason for it to appear. They don’t use it to create a scene or situation in specific, if they got rid of it not much would change, as it relies on other topics. It’s a sign of the influence and power of Ryuuhou, they’re drenched with it.

[numbers-31-blog]

I just want to thank every Satanist who heeded my previous post on the Pope's illness for their spells and prayers. I am happy to report that Pope Francis, after 5 weeks in the hospital, has returned to work.

As perilous as his brush with death was, I believe that it was for the best -- perhaps orchestrated by Satan himself! Confronting one's mortality has a way of bringing one's priorities in life into focus. I hope that Pope Francis has realized how exigent the work of liberalizing the church is. There is no time to waste! If Francis succeeds in his world-historical mission of finishing the great task of liberalizing the Roman Catholic Church that began with Vatican II, then he may well have the supreme honor of going down in history as the last pope.

After all, the only eternal legacies are those of destruction because entropy is irreversible. The echo of a scream is heard long after the victim's throat has been cut. The last emperor, king, or dictator, the last man in a family line, the last letter of the alphabet -- these are what people remember. Wasn't it Jesus himself who said that the last shall be first?

The reign of Peter is almost over -- and not brief enough it was. Hail Satan!

[xhxhxhx]

Let's actually write something today.

I.

I've spent the past few days writing a script.

There's nothing novel about it. It's not interesting. But it should save me some time, time that I can spend reading or writing. And that's good enough for me.

But before I describe the script, I have to explain what it's for.

II.

I wrote the script to complete part of what I call the index.

The index is a series of Google Docs. They're bundled together in a folder, but I have them linked from my home screen and assigned them hotkey links on my browser.

The index has three parts. The first addresses the Constitution, with entries arranged under the constitutional text. The second addresses everything else, with entries in alphabetical order.

Each part consists of a number of topic headings, with the text of the authority as needed, followed by lists of authorities and readings, and then by cross-references.

Each entry should be correct and full in its authorities and readings, but should contain nothing more than a simple, bare citation. Anything more than that would slow me down.

III.

Each part is divided into different documents, each with its own headings, texts, authorities and readings.

There are tables that arrange the documents, providing a simple count of their number. The first part spans 58 documents. That's the Constitution. The second, on everything else, spans 139.

Each of those documents is separately linked from my home screen, each an entry on one of twenty 4x4 panels, each arranged in ordinal or alphabetical order.

These numbers are an imprecise index of scale. The documents themselves have no fixed length. The longest is currently "Judiciar," at 250 pages; "Im" is 127 pages.

By habit, I split them when load times became troublesome, or when I'm working from an entry partway down the page. But I haven't split all the troublesome ones. They could always be longer.

IV.

The indexes are meant to supply and track my reading.

The readings are the most important part here. They are my reading lists. They are where I put the materials I want to read, may want to read, or have read.

To supply my readings, I added headings, readings, and authorities as I came across them. I wasn't systematic about it; I added them more by habit than by rule.

It didn't have to be systematic. Docs made it easy to add and revise. If I discovered a newer, better structure for a topic, I could move the entries around.

To track my reading, I highlighted. If I had read something, I would highlight it in the lightest shade of green.

I'd ultimately like to simplify that work, with a script to propagate the highlighting across all instances of the reading. But I'm not clever enough to know where to start.

Except on the third part of the index.

V.

The third part is the opinion index.

The opinion index contains headings for each justice, with their reported opinions arranged in chronological order by year, then by reporter, then by volume and page number.

The opinion index is smallest part of the index. It spans sixteen documents, split chronologically, by Chief Justice. But within each document, the justices are arranged alphabetically.

Until yesterday, I needed to add each opinion by hand. Each time I added an opinion under a topic heading, I would need to add another entry to the opinion index.

And each time I added an opinion from the United States Reports, which was where most of the opinions came from, I would add, by hand, another link to the Library of Congress.

And there were 29,138 cases with written opinions in the reports.

VI.

The United States Reports is the official reporter of the opinions of the Supreme Court of the United States.

The Supreme Court uses the language of "official and unofficial reports" to refer to the opinions of inferior courts, Sup. Ct. R. 14.1(d), but not its own. R. 41. But what "official" means here is that the Court prepares its opinions, through its own officers, and prints them at its own direction. 28 U.S.C. § 673; Sup. Ct. R. 41.

The Court does that through the Court's reporter of decisions.

The Supreme Court's reporter of decisions is appointed by, and removable by, "the Court"; they prepare the Court's decisions "under the direction of the Court or the Chief Justice"; and they handle the Court's printing and binding "subject to the approval of the Court or the Chief Justice." 28 U.S.C. § 673.

The language makes for some unhelpful ambiguity as to whether the reporter takes direction from "the Court or the Chief Justice," id., but it's "official" either way.

The Court has some unique printing powers. The Court is not bound to the Government Printing Office, to which all other federal organs are bound to submit their printing and binding orders, 44 U.S.C. § 501, but the Office is bound to take the Court's requisitions. 28 U.S.C. §§ 411(c), 412. And so they do.

Everywhere else, the Office makes the printing decisions, at the direction of certain members of Congress. 44 U.S.C. § 101. They fix the standards. § 509. But the Court is exempt. There, "[t]he reporter shall determine the quality and size of the paper, type, format, proofs and binding." 28 U.S.C. § 673.

But enough about that.

VII.

The Library of Congress provides PDFs of each opinion in the United States reports down to volume 570. Each opinion are available at a standard address, keyed to the volume and page number:

https://tile.loc.gov/storage-services/service/ll/usrep/usrep{volume_str}/usrep{volume_str}{page_str}/usrep{volume_str}{page_str}.pdf

Note that {volume_str} and {page_str} are each three digits long, so they need leading zeroes:

volume_str = f"{int(volume):03d}" page_str = f"{int(page):03d}"

This doesn't catch all the opinions, but it probably catches 99 percent of the decided cases.

In 1888 and again in 1893, the Supreme Court printed bundles of unpublished decisions dating back to 1839 in appendices to the reporter. The formula doesn't catch those, but it does catch just about everything else.

VIII.

There are about 29,138 cases with reported opinions in the U.S. reports. It'd take a long time to copy down each one, by hand, and add the right link.

But what if, instead of writing down each entry, by hand, I simply copied over every opinion, with the right link, at once?

And that's what the script was for.

[allthebrazilianpolitics]

Elon Musk reacts as Brazil’s ban on X takes effect

Billionaire investor Elon Musk lashed out at a Brazilian Supreme Court justice early Saturday as internet service providers in the country started blocking his social media platform X following a court order.

In his ruling on Friday, Justice Alexandre de Moraes gave the country's telecoms regulator, Anatel, 24 hours to shut down X, blocking its access in the country of about 203M people, South America's largest.

The Associated Press reported that major operators has begun to comply with the order after midnight local time on Saturday. De Moraes also gave Apple (AAPL) and Alphabet's (GOOGL) (GOOG) five days to prevent downloads of X.

"𝕏 is the most used news source in Brazil. It is what the people want. Now, the tyrant de Voldemort is crushing the people's right to free speech," Musk, CEO of EV maker Tesla (TSLA) and space exploration company SpaceX (SPACE), wrote on X.

"The Brazilian people will learn of his crimes no matter how much he tries to stop it," he added.

Continue reading.

[afkhowstrange]

My Merlin’s lore and afkj headcanons

THERE WILL BE SPOILERS!!!

English isn’t my first language, i can’t write a decent story so i’m gonna yap the hell out of her lore:

- She goes by Rose since it was the only thing remained in her head the moment she woke up with severe memory loss or rather wiped.

- Thank god Merlin aka the not-yet-amnesiac-Rose left her a note filled with rules:

Dura’s orders and these following rules are the utmost things you should obey

1. If encounter a hypofiend, kill on sight

2. Keep moving forward, there’s no point of looking at your past

3. Help those who are in need if possible

4. Enjoy your new life, live to your heart’s content

5. Treat those you consider friends generously

6. Be well prepared for what’s to come, believe in yourself

Supreme Magister Merlin, Rose.

Rose was very skeptical of this note but later on, no one seemed to understand the language written on the note so it’s real legit she thinks.

- Merlin also left her infinite scroll filled with spells, incantations, hexes, jinxes and curses in alphabetical order, in a language only she could read of course. The only difficulty was to learn them all over again.

- The time when Rose goes into avatar state was actually Dura protecting her.

- Hammie helped Rose a lot with how to use magic. The little familiars were shocked and uneased that their master lost her memories all of a sudden, but as time goes by, they got used to the new magister eventually. The fact that the iconic traits of their master is still there, helped them feel at ease.

- Can’t say the same with Rose though, girl got existential crisis and impostor syndrome after finding out her magic (aside from the spells that Dura blessed her) is weak as hell compared to the great magister Merlin that Hogan and Mirael knew.

- She burned her ass out later on, learing spells, training in combat with Chippy, trying to reach people’s expectations of the great Merlin, if people find out their protector, Dura’s chosen one is a wimp, they’ll lose their faith.

Now, onto my headcanons of afkj’s lore

These multiple people holding out to the swords isn’t Merlin, they’re the fallen god’s Chosen ones.

I think these lines explained it well. Gosh i love Waves of intrigue.

Multiple heroes wielding swords, only one holding a torch, that’s our Magister Merlin!

If you’re sad that our Merlin doesn’t have a sword, worry not, they got a pretty sick one right here 👇 keep in mind that Phraesto is 205cm tall and this sword is longggg

And that’s it, thank you for reading, there’s more about Rose and her past rocking in the Inmortal war but that’s for another day, my phone is lagging as i was writing these words :,(

Here have some art! …yeah i isekai-ed my oc to Esperia to be Merlin so that’s why she got that hairstyle.

[im-ovulating]

(A/n: Finally another Ahk post?? NSFW version coming soon)

(Alphabet belongs to @squid-god-supreme)

Word Count: 🤷‍♀️

Summary- An A-Z of our favorite Pharaoh

Warnings: None

Age Rating: None

Ahkmenrah SFW Alphabet

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A-ffection: How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?

Ahkmenrah is a very affectionate guy. He loves everything that has to do with showing your partner just how much you love them. His number one love language has to be physical touch. Specifically, cuddling. He loves the way your warmth seeps into each other as you both talk about anything that comes to mind.

Act of service and words of affirmation are Ahk's go to love languages after tactile affection. He'll do anything from secretly helping you lock up just so he can see the surprised and grateful smile that graces your lips to showering you with the most extravagant compliments he can think of.

B-est Friend: What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?

He'd be the best friend that you know you can tell anything without judgment. Real judgment that is, he won't hesitate to tease you over minor or petty things. He's a really good person to just sit, talk to, and vibe with. You know that no matter what, you can also rant, vent, or rave to him whenever you need to, and he'll listen with open ears.

C-uddles: Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?

ABSOLUTELY. If there's one thing this pharaoh loves, it's cuddling.

His time in the museum is a damper on his cheery disposition, but having someone to cuddle with - someone warm and properly alive, with a regular heartbeat and paced breaths - helps him keep his sanity.

D-omestic: Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking/cleaning?

If he could, he would.

It's that simple. Ahkmenrah was so young when his older brother turned on him. He never got to experience the most basic, natural things of life.

He never got to marry and have children. He never got to experience the deep, unwavering love that he saw within his parents. He never even got to properly rule the kingdom he so dearly loved.

So, if he had the choice of settling down with you - the only person he has ever felt this way about -, best believe that he would do it in a heart beat.

E-nding: If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?

He would do so only after thinking through any and all solutions to whatever problem has caused this.

He would sit you down and calmly and articulately explain his feelings and the cause and would softly break the news to you.

He would definitely hold you and cry with you, promising over and over that the last thing he wanted to do was hurt you and that it kills him to do so.

F-iance: How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?

If he felt strongly about someone, he would be happy to marry them as soon as he could after properly getting to know them. That being said, he would be completely understanding and willing if they wished to wait.

G-entle: How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?

He is the epitome of teddy bear. He is so sweet and caring towards you.

That will quickly go out the window if someone disrespects or hurts you. He is a pharaoh after all...

H-ugs: Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What do their hugs feel like?

Loves hugs. It's like a mini cuddle.

He'll hold into you as long as he can, lightly swaying you side to side as he breathes you in. He only gets to see you at night, so it's understandable that he misses you so.

I- love you: How fast do they say the L-word?

He would say it as soon as he recognized what he was feeling. As soon as he realizes his feelings for you extend further than that of friends, he is telling you. Acceptance or rejection doesn't matter to him as much as being truthful to you does.

J-ealousy: How jealous do they get? What do they do when they're jealous?

I don't think he would get jealous over typical things. I think it would be less jealous of a guy near you and more so jealous that said guy gets to see you in the beauty that it the radiant sunlight; meanwhile, he only gets to admire you in the museum's artificial lighting.

K-isses: What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?

Slow, passionate, but not sexual. He wants to show you how much you mean to him, wants you to feel every ounce of love he has for you.

The type of kiss that leaves your cheeks hot and your lips puffy as you gaze at each other with half lidded eyes.

L-ittle ones: How are they around children?

He's good with children until they get sassy. He doesn't quite get how to intereact with the sass and (what he was taught) disrespect.

Ahk is a sweet guy, but he is also a royal. He was raised with the notion that no one should talk back, sass, or otherwise maime him so the kids of today are a bit of a culture shock for him.

M-ornings: How are mornings spent with them?

The moments before sunrise are spent getting him prepped to go back in his sarcophagus. Soft kisses, promises, and extra promises that you will be there as soon as the sun goes down to get him out of the golden prison.

N-ights: How are nights spent with them?

Nights at the museum are either spent alone in his section as he attempts to teach you ancient Egyptian, in the break room watching a movie on your laptop, or playing around and partying with the other exhibits - smiling at the pure joy that Ahk clearly gets from working the dj booth.

O-pen: When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?

Ahkmenrah is a tad bit blunt in his words, so he would probably nonchalantly tell you anything and everything from his past without a second thought. He just feels so comfortable and safe around you that he doesn't feel the need to guard his words.

P-atience: How easily angered are they?

Normally, he is pretty easygoing. But insult his home, kingdom, parents, or self, and he is quick to snap back. After a while, this same protective nature extends to you as well.

Q-uizzes: How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing or do they kind of forget everything?

He remembers everything. He doesn't have much else to do in the museum, so why wouldn't he fill the empty spaces with memorizing details of his favorite person?

R-emember: What is their favorite moment in your relationship?

The first time yoh said "I love you".

He knew exactly when he started loving you, so to hear it back is the epitome of cloud 9. He would only admit it in the most desolate of nights, but he is a bit insecure that he can't give you the normal relationship you deserve. So the affirmation he gets from your vocal and physical love is definitely worth remembering.

S-ecurity: How protective are they? How would they protect you? How do they like to be protected?

He is very protective. He may not have that much life or battle experience, but by gods is he ever ready to defend you or your honor. No one hurts or disrespects you if he can help it.

T-ry: How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?

He puts as much effort as he can into the little "dates" you can go on in the museum. Set up small picnics in the natural habitat exhibits with the help of Larry, will sneak out to the park in front of the museum to stargaze with you as long as he can safely do so.

U-gly: What are some bad habits of theirs?

When it's a really bad mental health day, he has a tendency to talk down in himself in his current "life." It takes several promises of ypur adoration for him and many hours of cuddling and running your fingers through his hair before he is even slightly less self depreciating.

V-anity: How concerned are they about their looks?

He's not super obsessed with his looks, but, like any person, he wants to look decent at all times. He knows he's handsome, so as long as he isn't busted, he doesn't really focus on his visuals.

W-hole: Would they feel incomplete without you?

X-tra: A random headcanon for them.

Yes.

Resounding yes.

You make him feel normal, like he's truly alive again and not stuck forever in a museum filled with wax figures and taxidermied animals. Without you, his not-so-after life would be dull, and the nights would just blend together.

You introduced him to the concept of fuzzy blankets, and now he is rarely seen without one. He had you bring one to keep in the break room for your movie nights. (And so that on the nights you can't come to the museum, he has something that smells like you.)

Y-uck: What are some things they wouldn't like, either in general or in a partner?

Z-zz: Sleep habits?

In general: anything sour.

Since he is the only "real" person in the museum, he asked if you could bring some modern candy to try. Seizing your opportunity, ydecided to bring War Heads.

He never asked you to bring modern candy ever again, he gets his fix from Larry now.

In a partner: being detached.

He knows everyone needs time alone. He's not stupid. But if you're constantly shut off and distant, he wont hesitate to confront you about it.

He won't be rude, but he wants to know what happened to make you pull away like that.

He "sleeps" enough during the day. The last thing he wants is to fall asleep during the few hours he has with you.