#abaa

[stormbreaker-290]

Would u read my random TSAMS shit if I wrote it even tho u don’t watch TSAMS?-

Aawawa- prrrobably-? If it's yer writing id probably enjoy it despite not fully knowing what's going on :3ccc

Also my apolocheese for the late response I passed out-

[brooklynisher]

I feel sad so hit me with your most silly and most absurd spg hc /facts

@6early--human

From the Patreon Q&A: Zer0's biggest fear is the unknown, which is basically everything because he doesn't know a lot, but once he knows what it is he's okay.

His favorite game is Mortal Combat. He feels really bad and apologizes frequently every time he kills someone but he is CRAZY good at the game. The other robots have to ask him if they can win.

But take that with a grain of salt since they were making up all that stuff on the spot

AS FOR HEADCANONS

I like to think that sometimes when the bots want to mess with The Spine, they like to steal his head and run off with it. The Spine has to chase them down with his body (since it's still functional) but he only has eyes on his head, so he has a very difficult time navigating. He runs into stuff frequently. That's what the others do it for. Usually, someone like Peter or Annie has to shut it down.

Not really MY headcanon (as in I don't COMPLETELY hc it) but I like to think that Spine's vision highkey SUCKS. He often relies on bright lights to get around. That's why he couldn't find Zer0 Rabbit OR GG when they were literally right in front of him. (Rabbit and GG were hiding behind Zer0. Zer0 covered his eyes) Also why he saw stage lights and his instant thought was "sunset". And why he has to look so closely at the setlist. He doesn't realize his optics are bad though. He thinks that's normal.

The robots like to play hide and seek with him a lot because they know he sucks at it.

The robots often get scolded for playing. Not because they are playing, but because when they're running around the manor with all their weight, it makes the most obnoxious thumping sound imaginable. Like, have you ever been to a place where kids were upstairs and you were downstairs? You know how much noise they make? Now imagine that but 10x worse. The idea is so funny to me for some reason because how could you not know when they are playing.

The Jon has plenty of storage in his house. Plenty of drawers, cabinets, and cupboards. But they're all filled with little drawings he's made. (Or gravy) He's not the best at drawing, but he keeps doing it. If you go to Biscuit Town and ask him for some government papers, you're going to have to give him a minute, because he does NOT sort his papers. Sometimes he'll get distracted partway through the search to show off a random doodle he made one time.

Also The Jon wants Weird Al to be his dad.

If Upgrade gets a phone call, and she doesn't like the conversation, she will simply say "Bye-bye" and hang up. She doesn't care if you're a spam call or if you're Commander Cosmo himself. She holds no priorities. It's complicated though because it's not really about whether or not you're having a good conversation with her, it's whether or not she's enjoying herself. If you want to have a serious conversation with her, you'll have to sprinkle in that seriousness throughout the call instead of focusing on it. Essentially, you want to call Upgrade? Then be prepared to put on a show.

Sometimes, when Zer0 sees an animal he thinks is really precious, he starts crying. You've heard of cute aggression, now get ready for cute depression.

Hatchworth likes to use portals to jumpscare people sometimes.

Rabbit and Upgrade sometimes decide to target a random bot and then yassify them. The others have caught on to this, and are now super weary of Rabbit and Upgrade being together when the victim is alone.

[kayla-kai]

As Below, So Above

Hey! I'm writing a short series that I want to share with everyone. I'm excited to be getting back out there

Living underground where light is scarce, Iyara, a lowly farmer, teams up with master thief Elaava to steal oil and wax from the farm, and turn it into candles. If they can make enough, Iyara can provide for his family, and maybe, even help the people of the slums who live in perpetual darkness. That’s if Faren, the world’s top Private Investigator doesn’t catch them first.

AO3

[tinymeetbig]

The Absolute Bodily Autonomy Alliance, Explained

This is a drafting of the core beliefs of the absolute bodily autonomy alliance thanks

Hello! I am Mark Stenger, the Founder and Hancho of the Absolute Bodily Autonomy Alliance. The Alliance was formed on June 1, 2024, and is dedicated to championing the fundamental rights of individuals over their own bodies. I invite you all to explore the beliefs that guide our work, detailed below. Thank you for taking the time to engage with our mission. Our Core Beliefs 1. Unwavering…

[somaligovernment]

Not cousin interminglation propaganda. Also I think I accidentally watched the last episode of the first season. Whoops

[julaibib]

Ibn Abaas رضي الله عنه said:

"When you intend to mention the sins of your friend, remember your sins."

[الزهد لإحمد بن حنبل ١٥٤]

[arielajgp]

ABAA ABSWUEEIDKEIRJR I CANNOT WAIT FOR THE FIGHT HAMZAH LOOOOKKKSSSS SO GOOD😣😣😣💧💧

[stormbreaker-290]

I will TELEPORT TO YOUR LOCATION,,,,, Soup cuddles will surely give strength to fight brother nature,,,,,,

ABWAAA,,,,,, of courseee,,,, surely being sleebpy creeture with the Soup shall heal me,,,,,

[alwaysbemybae]

Crowley's Vow, 1941

My gentle angel, soft, warm, and bright, my job is to guard you, I swear that I will ensure that you're safe all through the long night. Our enemies are shrewd in this bitter fight but you give me hope in a world full of ill, my gentle angel, soft, warm, and bright. I'm tempted to kiss you in the moonlight but I can't have my judgement clouded until I know that you're safe all through the long night. It's such a sweet torture, a tender plight-- my arms long to enfold you but must stay still, my gentle angel, soft, warm, and bright. Friend and foe are captured in my line of sight, I swoop you to shelter when sirens blare a drill, make sure that you're safe all through the long night. One day we'll both soar on wings that take flight; we'll love each other til we've both drunk our fill. Now and ever, my angel, soft, warm, and bright, I vow to keep you safe all through the long night.

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Thank you to @isiaiowin for the #GOetry prompt @goodomensafterdark

Form: Villanelle. A poem with five three-line stanzas and a concluding four-line stanza, with an ABA and ABAA rhyme pattern. The first and third lines repeat and then come together as the final couplet of the poem.

Theme: Temptation

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Inspired by RockSaltandRoll's 1941 human AU On Espionage and Prophecy. Crowley is an intelligence agent working with Soho bookseller Aziraphale Fell. Crowley must stay professional for national security reasons but finds himself falling in love.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/19225669/chapters/45712069

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Poem is also on AO3:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63419863

[static-x3]

He gives a low hum, returning the slightly tighter squeeze of their tails

"that's... Understandable. I had a similar encounter with a.. similar aftermath...."

With a quiet clearing of their throat, he dismisses himself, gaze flicking back up to meet Scones with a small reassuring smile

"and it's no problem. I'm glad to help in any way, even if just letting you vent your heart out."

[Scone poofed out of thin air onto Morgan, with a puff of blue smoke.]

((If they're standing, Scone just droops onto them, but if they're laying/sitting down Scoen sprawls over their lap :] ))

Morgan sits lounging in bed, jolting slightly and having to take a moment to register what just happened with the sudden blue smoke, relaxing once he sees scone and setting a hand onto their shoulder gently

"Ah-- hi again, Scone."

[kayla-kai]

As Below, So Above: 12. Faren

Though she usually considered herself a cautious person, Faren had a tendency to lose track of the world when she felt a break in her case. She could be single minded in that way, focused only on her task. In these moments she didn’t even notice how dull the paperwork was, if that’s what she needed to do to confirm her theory, then that’s what she needed to do. 

The other farm’s records were available but they required money. Faren’s budget was designed for this, so she barely blinked when they took her coins. Eyla-Ravi helped Faren to navigate through the archives and find what she needed, but she didn’t pay them much attention aside from that. She would share her theory when it was complete. 

Faren and her new assistant collected records of every single theft made on a farm or ranch in the last fifteen years. They collected the details of the thefts and the employee records for the relevant years. With some exceptions, each and every theft was centred around an oil producing crop. Coconut, peanut, palm, one farm had an entire beehive destroyed, and a ranch discovered a dissected pig that had been killed, and butchered for its fat, leaving the lean meat, the bones, and the skin, which was used for high class snack food.

In this state of inspiration, Faren had no idea how much time was passing as she and Eyla-Ravi organized the crimes by date and the employee lists by repeated names, like they had done before. No farm had thefts two years in a row, but there were occasionally multiple thefts in the same year, spread out by a couple months and spread out to a new company. Eyla-Ravi was the first to point out that soy was only produced by Mr. Mangira’s company, and it had never been stolen before. That was interesting, but not nearly as interesting to Faren as the way each thief was captured within a month or two of activity. They always got sloppy, and the farms always got their justice. “Recouped their losses,” as Eyla-Ravi put it. 

It wasn’t until the next day that they were able to sort through all the data. Faren only knew it was the next day when the Bell woke her up raucously. She didn’t remember falling asleep, but she picked her head up off the desk with a start, and peeled off a piece of paper that had gotten stuck to her cheek. Her assistant was curled up in the client’s chair, head resting on their knees, tucked close to their chest. It made them look even younger than they were. 

Faren continued to work at the cork board while letting Eyla-Ravi sleep. Tracing the employees who were working during each theft, trying to find connections. Some stayed at a given job for decades, others changed companies every few years, like a cycle. But one, only one, was there during each and every theft. Faren finally shook Eyla-Ravi awake, and silently pointed to the cork board. They blinked the sleep out of their eyes and stared at the strings for a minute. 

Voice hoarse, they finally said, “who’s Lan?”

Faren stomped through the company’s headquarters, making her way determinedly towards Mangira’s office. Behind her rushed a very anxious Eyla-Ravi, who was grabbing Faren’s shirt to stop her, or at least slow her down. By the time she had made it up to Mangira’s office, some of his men had beaten her to the door. 

“You need an appointment.” 

“Is that so? How does today at now sound?”

“You are not scheduled, I will have to ask you to leave.”

“Is that my investigator?” A muffled voice asked from inside the office. A second later Mangira poked his head out of the door. “I take it you have something to report?”

“Yes,” Faren said, but did not continue. She wanted a proper meeting. 

“Well then why doesn’t everyone come on in, then,” Mangira allowed her and Eyla-Ravi in, but also insisted on his men joining as well. He must have already been in the middle of a meeting, based on the man who scurried out of the room from the chair opposite the desk. 

Faren was the first to sit down, taking her place at the now emptied chair. She was too annoyed to feel vulnerable. No one else sat, even Mangira who just stood behind his desk.

“I take it this is good news?”

“Good is relative. I’m close in the case now, but I don’t think this is exactly good news.” 

“I have no interest in half-completed reports, only results. This meeting is unnecessary.”

“I’d say it is,” Faren glared. “I can’t do my job unless I have all the information. I need to be briefed in full.”

“I don’t recall leaving anything out, I simply asked to you catch a thief, which you have not yet done.” 

“This crime is connected to a series of other ones, a fact which I’m betting you already knew.” 

“Gambling is such a nasty habit.” 

“You hired the world’s best investigator because of a couple petty thefts? No, no way. I’m sure you were keeping things quiet to prevent your competition from getting involved, but you were fully aware of what the thief had planned for this harvest. For your soy crop.”

“I don’t seem to understand the problem here, I have hired you to do a job, and you have done it, at least halfway.”

“I lost two weeks because you failed to give me all the information the first time. I’m not looking for one criminal, I’m looking for two. The scapegoat and the mastermind. You withholding information almost risked me only finding the scapegoat. You could have lost the more dangerous thief.”

“And yet you seem to have figured that part out on your own. Now,” Mangira said, as he reached into his desk and retrieved a sheet of paper that he placed towards her. “Are there going to be any problems reaching your deadline?”

Faren looked down, to see a profile of her husband, his personal information, work, and of course his place of residence, which she had given them. She gritted her teeth at the silent threat. “No.” 

“When you find the mastermind, my secretary here will inform us, and we will deal with them accordingly.” Mangira looked pointedly at Eyla-Ravi. “Won’t you?” In response they nodded urgently a few times. “Well then. I hope next time we meet, it will be with the concluded report. Please send my previous appointment back in,” he asked his men.

Faren stood to leave, but hesitated in front of the office door. “How will you ‘deal’ with them? Take your revenge, or hire them against your competition?”

“Goodbye, Faren.” 

[inthefallofasparrow]

Do-Not-Goetry - Writing Exercise 10

Write a villanelle.

A villanelle is a poem consisting of 5 tercets (3-line stanzas) followed by a quatrain (4-line stanza) for a total of 19 lines. In its strictest form, it has two repeating rhymes as follows: (aba aba aba aba aba abaa) and two repeating refrains throughout:

Lines 1, 6, 12, & 18 are the same. Lines 3, 9, 15, & 19 are the same.

For example, some famous villanelles include: 'Do Not Go Gentle Into That Goodnight' by Dylan Thomas 'If I could Tell You' by W H Auden & 'Mad Girl's Love Song' by Sylvia Plath

[inkwell-chronicles]

9 Traditional Forms of Poetry:

Sonnet- 14 lines, written in iambic pentameter (a meter with five pairs of unstressed and stressed syllables per line), with the rhyme scheme ABAB (Also known as Shakespearean)

Haiku- traditional Japanese form with 3 lines and a common syllable pattern of 5-7-5. It often focuses on nature. (You can also do patterns of 7-5-7 or 3-5-3)

Villanelle- 19 lines with five three-lined verses (ABA) followed by a four-line stanza (ABAA).

Limerick- a humorous five-line poem with a rhyme scheme of AABBA and a specific rhythm.

Ballad- A narrative poem with song-like qualities, usually written in four-line stanzas with a rhyme scheme. (like ABAB or ABCB)

 Ode- a formal, often ceremonious lyric poem that addresses or celebrates a person, place, thing, or idea. It typically follows a specific structure.

Elegy- a reflective poem that grieves the loss of someone or something.

Sestina- a complex form with six stanzas of six lines each, followed by a three-line conclusion stanza.

Pantoum- composed of quatrains where the second and fourth lines of each stanza become the first and third lines of the next stanza.

There are more but this is all for now!

[thesmallestmango]

My GoodTimesWithScar clay figure's head fell off :CC

(He's so emotionless like the void-eyed grain)

ABAA (assigned beheaded at arrival)

Idrew over it cause why not...

(Real pic under cut)

( Iwas trying to see what face I could add lol)

(Also buy at Boatem)

[rulon-miller]

Applications for ABAA's Diversity Initiative Discovery Program are now Open

The Antiquarian Bookseller's Association of America is yet again providing a opportunity for those curious about the rare book trade to come to Boston, hang out with amazing book people, and learn about the business of rare books.

If you've been curious about rare books or the book trade but haven't been sure where to start, or you've seen rows and rows of old guys in suits standing behind glass cases of expensive stuff and felt a little intimidated, this program meant to help break the ice and make the whole thing less mysterious.

All you need is to be available during Nov. 5-9 and willing to travel to Boston.

Details are here, and if you have any questions, you can shoot me an ask or email Xin, who has contact info in the application.

See you in Boston!

[gizantara]

Rasa Fatal: Bincang 2/3 Ramadhan

"Ramadhan tidak seistimewa itu."

"Pengampunan memang tidak pernah terlalu berharga bagi yang tidak merasa bersalah. Tetapi bagi mereka yang lebih dulu tenggelam dalam penyesalan dan rasa malu, mereka yang hatinya tercabik oleh kesalahan serta menginginkan jalan keluar dari belenggu yang mereka buat sendiri, pengampunan jadi sangat berarti."

"Jadi menurutmu apa yang salah dengan rasa tidak istimewa di Ramadhan ini?"

"Barangkali kita berpikir, berkata-kata, bertindak, melukai, dan melanjutkan hidup seolah-olah tidak ada yang perlu disesali. Kita kehilangan sense of severity atau rasa fatal atas kelalaian dan pelanggaran sedikit demi sedikit.

Atau mungkin, kita tahu salah, tapi menutup mata, menunda, menguburnya di sudut hati dengan harapan ia membusuk dan hilang dengan sendirinya. Tapi hakikatnya kesalahan tidak mati. Ia hanya membusuk dan merayap ke dalam diri lalu mengkristal menjadi bagian dari kita."

"Tapi beberapa perbuatan memang terlalu sepele kok untuk ditaubati."

"Ayah kita, Adam, perbuatannya juga sepele. Allah katakan, "fa azallahuma syaithon" yang artinya setan menggelincirkan mereka. They just slipped. Bukan hanya tergelincir, itupun digelincirkan oleh setan. Tapi apa yang kita pelajari dari ayah kita?"

"Dia merasa malu dan merasa fatal."

"Tepat. Ia tidak membela diri, tidak mencari alasan. Ia tidak menyalahkan setan. Yang ia lakukan hanyalah tunduk, menanggung konsekuensi, dan berdoa: "Rabbana zalamna anfusana, wa illam taghfir lana wa tarhamna, lana kunanna minal khasirin."

"Tuhan kami, kami telah menzalimi diri kami sendiri. Jika Engkau tidak mengampuni dan merahmati kami, pasti kami termasuk orang-orang yang merugi." (7: 23)

Itulah yang membedakan manusia dengan malaikat. Kita memiliki kecenderungan untuk jatuh, untuk keliru, untuk tergoda oleh sesuatu yang seharusnya kita hindari. Di sisi lain, kita juga memiliki kecenderungan untuk merasa malu, bersalah, dan kembali kepada keteraturan. Fitur taubat itulah yang membedakan manusia dengan Iblis.

"Abaa wastakbaro wa kaana minal kaafiriin". Dia merasa akbar dan menyepelekan pembangkangannya pada Sang Maha Akbar. Dia membantah, menolak mengakui kelemahannya, dan lebih memilih untuk bersikeras bahwa kesalahannya bukan kesalahan. Dia tidak meminta ampun, karena dia tidak merasa perlu dimaafkan."

"Seberapa jauh kita bisa berjalan sebelum akhirnya menyadari bahwa kita telah mengabaikan satu hal yang paling penting yakni pandangan Allah atas diri kita?"

"Yang jelas, tidak pernah bisa lebih jauh dari maut. Kita bisa menunda, bisa mengabaikan, bisa terus berjalan seolah-olah semuanya baik-baik saja. Tapi sejauh apa pun kita melangkah, tidak ada kaki yang bisa melewati batas waktu yang telah ditentukan. Tidak ada perjalanan yang bisa lebih panjang dari takdir yang telah tertulis.

Kita akan berhenti. Bayangkan kengeriannya. Di titik itu, semua penyangkalan tak berlaku. Kita akan melihat dengan jernih, tapi sudah terlambat untuk berpaling.

"Pada hari datangnya sebagian tanda-tanda Tuhanmu tidak berguna lagi iman seseorang yang belum beriman sebelum itu, atau (belum) berusaha berbuat kebajikan dengan imannya itu." (6 : 158)

Apakah kita akan menunggu sampai saat itu datang? Atau masih ada sisa keberanian untuk melihat ke dalam diri dan bertanya: Apakah aku masih peduli dengan bagaimana Allah melihatku?"

"Memang bagaimana rasanya diampuni?

"Indah. Ada perasaan ringan yang tidak mudah dijelaskan kecuali oleh mereka yang benar-benar mengalaminya. Seperti terbebas dari belenggu dan beban yang mencegahmu melangkah maju. Seperti kelegaan yang diperjuangkan."

"Bagaimana kau tahu kau sudah diampuni?"

"Allah tidak hanya menghapus dosa, tapi juga mengubah hati. Pemindahan kiblat. Peralihan framework. Pergantian arah. Apapun sebutannya.

Apa yang dulu menggoda kini terasa hambar. Apa yang dulu terasa wajar kini membuat dada bergetar. Apa yang dulu sepele jadi kini mengusik. Prioritas yang berbasis ego perlahan berganti dengan kesadaran akan pandangan Allah. Lebih dari menyesal, kita akan memahami ulang posisi diri di hadapan-Nya.

"Sungguh, (pemindahan kiblat) itu sangat berat, kecuali bagi orang yang telah diberi petunjuk oleh Allah. Dan Allah tidak akan menyia-nyiakan imanmu. Sungguh, Allah Maha Pengasih, Maha Penyayang kepada manusia." (2 : 143)

"Dalam 10 hari terakhir, apa yang perlu aku lakukan?"

"Kembalilah dengan sepenuh hati. Bukan hanya dengan amal yang lebih banyak, tapi dengan hati yang lebih sadar. Biarkan dirimu merasakan betapa butuhnya kau pada-Nya. Orang yang benar-benar mencari ampunan, tidak hanya memperbaiki perilaku, tapi juga mengizinkan hatinya dipengaruhi dan diatur ulang oleh Sang Pengatur. Jadi ini hanya tentang seberapa jauh kita memberi ruang untuk Ramadhan mengubah kita. Maka dari itu, pengampunan memang hanya omong kosong bagi mereka yang tak pernah benar-benar peduli."

— Giza, ini namanya senandika atau soliloquy. Siapa lagi yang ia nasehati sekeras ini kalau bukan dirinya sendiri?