#appendix posting

[arthur-lesters-appendix]

I'm a boy! I'm girl! Oh? Well I'm a fucking organ. Checkmate, losers.

[arthur-lesters-appendix]

That's exactly what it's called I confirm it as Arthur Lesters appendix

has this been done already

[crossbackpoke-check]

blessed be (lorscher bienensegen) | telling the bees (wiþ ymbe)

"Bees" [remixed, abridged], Claudia Emerson // "Letter to Someone Living Fifty Years from Now" [remixed. abridged], Matthew Olzmann // "Letter to my Great, Great Grandchild" [remixed, abridged], J.P. Grasser | Len Redkole, Nina Weiss, Brian Babineau, Christian Peterson, Mitchell Leff, Dave Isaac, Megan DeRuchie

[doodlingwren]

Thanks to my trustworthy Saint Seiya memes dealer @floaromaxtowns

Bonus:

Original image under the cut:

[pia55tri]

imagining carlos literally typing out 'Congrats Oscar 👍' right in front of oscar himself

[arthur-lesters-appendix]

Thank you Yorick

Fun fact!

Did you know that blue whale tongues weigh as much as an elephant... just their tongue...

[gblogg]

Stubborn

The hospital room was quiet, but not in a peaceful way. The kind of quiet that held weight, thick with all the things that hadn’t been said yet. The heart monitor beeped steadily, the IV dripped in the background, and Ezme could feel Rose’s stare burning into her from across the room.

She sighed, shifting slightly in the bed, wincing at the lingering pain in her body. “Alright,” she muttered. “Just say it.”

Rose didn’t move. Arms crossed, jaw tight, eyes dark with exhaustion. “Say what?”

Ezme gave her a tired look. “Whatever you’ve been holding in for the past few days. Just fucking get it over with.”

Rose exhaled sharply, rubbing a hand down her face. “You really want to do this now?” Her accent slipping out.

Ezme let out a weak, humorless laugh. “Not really, but I feel like if I don’t let you yell at me, you might actually explode.”

Rose didn’t laugh. Didn’t even crack a smile. She just stared at Ezme, the muscle in her jaw twitching.

“I’m not gonna yell,” she finally said, voice steady but edged with something sharp. “I’m too fucking tired to yell.”

Ezme frowned. “Then what?”

Rose leaned forward, elbows on her knees, running a hand through her hair. “I just don’t get you sometimes, Ezme.”

Ezme blinked, caught off guard. “What?”

“I don’t get how you let it get this bad,” Rose said, shaking her head. “How you just ignored it until you were literally screaming in pain.” She gestured around the room. “Look at where we are, Ezme. Just look. You’re in a goddamn hospital bed, hooked up to an IV, because you decided you’d rather fucking suffer than admit you needed help.”

Ezme looked away. “I didn’t think it was that serious.”

Rose let out a breath that was almost a laugh—sharp, disbelieving. “Bullshit.”

Ezme clenched her jaw. “What do you want me to say, Rose? That I knew something was wrong? That I ignored it because I fucking hate hospitals? Because the thought of being stuck here like this makes my skin crawl?” She exhaled sharply. “You think I wanted this to happen?”

Rose narrowed her eyes. “No, Ezme, I think you’re so fucking stubborn that you’d rather suffer than admit you need help. That’s what I think.”

Ezme scoffed. “I don’t need to be coddled, Rose. I can handle pain—”

“Handle pain?” Rose’s voice rose slightly, frustration cracking through. “*Ezme, you were crying. You were shaking, throwing up, begging me to make it stop. That’s not handling pain, that’s being in so much agony that your body couldn’t take it anymore.” She ran a hand through her hair, letting out a sharp breath. “Jesus, Ezme, do you even hear yourself right now?”

Ezme pressed her lips into a thin line. “I just… I didn’t want to make a big deal out of it.”

Rose stared at her like she had just said the stupidest thing imaginable. “A big deal? Ezme, you needed emergency surgery. It was a big deal.”

Ezme swallowed, but didn’t argue. Because Rose was right.

Rose sat back in her chair, rubbing at her face like she was trying to physically wipe away the stress of the past few days. When she finally spoke again, her voice was quieter.

“Do you have any idea how scared I was?” she said, looking at Ezme. “Watching you cry and beg for the pain to stop? Watching them take you into surgery and not knowing if—” She stopped herself, inhaling sharply. “I thought I was gonna lose you, Ezme.”

Ezme’s stomach twisted. Rose wasn’t just mad. She was scared. Even now, after Ezme had made it through surgery, after the infection was being treated, she could still see that fear in Rose’s eyes.

Ezme exhaled slowly. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

Rose shook her head. “I don’t care about being scared, baby. I care about you not ending up here again.” She hesitated, then reached for Ezme’s hand, gripping it tightly. “I love you too fucking much to watch you keep doing this to yourself. I won’t do it again. I won’t.”

Ezme swallowed hard. She could feel Rose’s hand shaking against hers.

“I know,” she said, voice quiet. “I know, love.” She sighed, looking down at their joined hands. “I swear, I’ll do better. I won’t be such a dumbass next time.”

Rose snorted, shaking her head. “Good.” Then, after a pause, her lips twitched slightly. “You are still a dumbass, though.”

Ezme let out a weak laugh. “Yeah. I know.”

[stiltonbasket]

Jin Ling has to have his appendix removed in the Tmaaf verse, right? Wwx is like “it’s an ethically sourced body part!” And uses the removed appendix to make very strong talismans. Probably some protective talismans for the Jin tiger baos.

The appendix-to-bao ratio is rather lower than he would like, given the fact that there are so many tiger baos; but the talismans are effective all the same. :)

[arthur-lesters-appendix]

Parker hot

[queerfables]

Season 2 Timeline

Featuring Maggie and Nina helpfully changing their clothes each day to illustrate the passage of time.

Day 1: Episode 01 (day - night)

Gabriel arrives at the bookshop. Aziraphale and Crowley fight about whether or not to help him. Nina and Maggie get locked in the coffee shop together. Crowley and Aziraphale use a miracle to hide Gabriel from Heaven and Hell.

Day 2: Episode 02 (day)

Aziraphale hears Gabriel singing Everyday and decides it's a Clue. The archangels appear at the bookshop, but don't recognise Gabriel. Aziraphale explains the miraculous energy they detected as an attempt to make Maggie and Nina fall in love. To maintain this cover, he and Crowley agree to play matchmaker.

Day 3: Episode 03 (day) || Episode 04 (night)

Muriel arrives in Soho to verify Aziraphale's alleged miracle. Aziraphale drives the Bentley to Edinburgh, investigating his Clue. Crowley stays in the bookshop and tries to spark romance between Maggie and Nina by summoning a rainstorm. Shax harasses both Crowley and Aziraphale, and deduces Gabriel is in the bookshop.

Day 4: Episode 04 (morning) || Episode 05 (day - night) || Episode 06 (night)

Back in Soho, Aziraphale tries his own hand at matchmaking by hosting a ball. Shax gathers a small army of demons and storms the bookshop, looking for Gabriel. Crowley sneaks into Heaven with Muriel while Aziraphale, Maggie and Nina fight off the hostile demons.

Day 5: Episode 06 (morning)

Aziraphale and Crowley finally learn that Gabriel fled Heaven after falling in love with Beelzebub and choosing them over the divine plan. The Metatron offers Aziraphale the position of Supreme Archangel. Probably something else happens here idk I forget what it's not important... ;)

[snnynatural]

hello! i just wanted to thank all you sweet bbies that left me kind sweet words. it warmed my heart waking up to them 💛 i am home and resting fom this surprise surgery and probably won't be on to do much for maybe a few days. probably just lurk here and on discord. love you all immensely 💛✨

[leaf-in-a-flower-garden]

In the ed rn

[anocana]

my reading group finally finished The Black Jacobins by CLR James. It's a really excellent book — James is a great writer, moving deftly between social analyses and individual narratives with literary flair. It definitely leans towards the individual narrative, drawing heavily on personal correspondence as source material and focusing specifically on Toussaint Louverture; but James's guiding light is that "men make their own history, but they do not make it as they please". He's careful to contextualize all the individual actions of the powerful with the relevant material conditions and the will of the masses (in both France and Saint-Domingue).

James said in the 60s that if he'd written it at that time he'd have focused more on the masses and less on the top few individuals, but that would have been quite a different book. As is, it's a well-told narrative of an extraordinary individual who rose to extraordinary circumstances, and how the nature of that rise led almost inevitably to his tragic downfall. James is unabashedly and rightly partisan — a pose of neutrality would be impossibly grotesque when recounting these events — without letting this cloud his judgement of the flaws of Toussaint and others.

The key points, to me, were that Toussaint's successes came from his uncompromising principles in defense of freedom and his correct suspicion of all the imperial powers offering deals and promises they planned to betray as soon as they got the chance, which won him the support of the masses; and his failures came when he began to take the support of the masses for granted, and when he trusted too deeply in the ideals of the French Revolution. Some of the habits which had made him such an effective military leader, like keeping everyone unsure of what he was doing and why, proved harmful once he had to rule. He was forced by economic circumstances to compromise on agriculture and made the terrible mistake of violently suppressing laborers who revolted for better working conditions. Trying to keep up appearances with France and avoid outright war, he confused the masses and his own generals in ways that completely hamstrung their initial response to Napoleon's armies.

Toussaint was arrested and killed by neglect in prison in France; the figure for the moment was Dessalines, portrayed by James as a rather one-sided talent with a penchant for brutality but, crucially, an excellent military leader who hated those he needed to hate. He could promise to his soldiers that any surrender he made was a lie, he could tell a vastly larger army that he'd blow his entire fortress up rather than let a single Frenchman step inside and have his men cheer, he could fight the war he was faced with — which made him the final guarantor of Haitian life and liberty against Napoleon's slavers and genocidaires, whose plan was to wipe out the entire black population and import new slaves from Africa.

(As for the much-vaunted post-independence massacres, James cites a contemporary source who says a key deciding factor was British agents claiming they'd only trade with Haiti if they killed all the French. Had they not, he argues, Christophe and Clairveaux would have checked Dessalines, and Haiti would have been much the better for it. And — though he doesn't bring this up in that moment — he makes it clear throughout the book that the brutality of the white French towards the black population exceeded all their vengeances.)

It's sprinkled throughout with commentary on the world situation of 1938, which is fascinating. The final chapter ends with an especially striking prediction of revolution and decolonization in Africa — of which James is clearly, in the 1963 additions, very proud. It includes the painfully optimistic sentence "International socialism will need the products of a free Africa far more than the French bourgeoisie needed slavery and the slave-trade."

[doodlingwren]

Kiki with a knife

Bonus:

[aliwonderland]

in the a&e for myself for the first time rather than accompanying someone else. the iv feels so weird

[gblogg]

Daniel gets the flu

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Something I wrote to stretch my fingers and get back into the feeling of writing. It's nothing special, but it's something.

Daniel had always prided himself on his strong immune system, especially given his job as a preschool teacher, constantly surrounded by sneezes, coughs, and runny noses. But today was different. He could feel it as he left work, his stomach churning uncomfortably. By the time he reached his car, he was sweating and shivering simultaneously. 

Leaning his head against the steering wheel, he fumbled for his phone and typed out a quick message to Luna.

D: Lu, I’m feeling awful. Think I caught something from the kids. I'm heading home now :(

As he started the car, his phone buzzed with her reply.

Lu: Oh no, babe. Come home quickly. I’ll be here waiting for you.

The drive home felt endless, each bump in the road exacerbating the nausea that had settled deep in his stomach. By the time he pulled into the driveway, he was certain he wouldn’t make it inside without being sick.

Stumbling out of the car, Daniel made his way to the front door, fumbling with the keys. The door swung open, and Luna was there, her face a mix of concern and love.

“Baby, you look terrible,” she said, reaching out to steady him.

Daniel groaned, his face pale and clammy. “I feel worse than I look,” he admitted, barely able to keep his voice steady. “I think it’s the stomach flu.”

Luna guided him inside, her touch gentle but firm. “Let’s get you to bed,” she said, leading him towards their bedroom. But halfway down the hall, Daniel’s stomach lurched violently.

He wasn’t able to speak as he started feeling his lunch in his throat. He bolted for the bathroom, barely making it to the toilet before he started vomiting.

The force of it made him gag and heave, his body emptying itself with a violent intensity. He gripped the edge of the toilet bowl, his knuckles white, as wave after wave of nausea wracked his body. Luna knelt beside him, rubbing his back soothingly.

“It’s okay, baby. Just let it out,” she murmured, her voice calm and comforting.

Daniel retched again, a loud, guttural sound that echoed in the small bathroom. His stomach spasmed painfully, expelling its contents in a series of agonising heaves. He gasped for breath between bouts, tears streaming down his face from the effort.

“Ugh, this is horrible..” he managed to say between retches, his voice barely above a whisper.

“I know, D. Just get it all out,” Luna said, continuing to rub his back. Her presence was a balm to his misery, grounding him as his body purged itself.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the vomiting subsided. Daniel slumped against the cool porcelain of the toilet, completely spent. Luna handed him a damp washcloth, and he wiped his face with a shaky hand.

“Thanks,” he mumbled, feeling weak and lightheaded. 

Luna smiled softly, brushing his hair back from his forehead. “Which one of them gave you this now? Don’t tell me it was Megan. Poor thing is always sick.”

Daniel chuckled weakly, appreciating her attempt to lighten the mood. “I honestly don’t know which one it was this time,” He burped lightly against his fist, grimacing slightly.

She helped him to his feet, guiding him to the sink where he rinsed his mouth out. “Straight to bed with you,” she said again, and this time, he didn’t resist.

Once in the bedroom, Luna tucked him in, placing a trash can beside the bed just in case. “Do you need anything? Water? Ginger ale?”

“Just you,” he said, reaching out for her hand.

She climbed into bed beside him, wrapping her arms around him. “Alright, alright. Try to rest.”

Daniel closed his eyes, comforted by her warmth and presence. But sleep was elusive. The nausea, while less intense, still simmered in his stomach, and every so often he’d moan softly in discomfort.

“I really hope this is a 24-hour bug,” he said after a while, his voice thick with exhaustion.

“I hope so too” she added, her fingers tracing soothing patterns on his back. She kissed his forehead, whispering. “Okay, go to sleep”

Daniel smiled, “Did you just shush me?” Luna giggled at that and hugged him tighter. 

They lay together in silence for a while, the room dark and quiet except for the occasional groan from Daniel as his stomach continued to churn. Luna’s presence was a constant comfort, and she loved a steady anchor in the storm of his illness.

Just as he was starting to drift off, another wave of nausea hit, and he bolted upright, reaching for the trash can. Luna was right there with him, rubbing his back as he retched again, his body convulsing with the effort.

“It’s okay, baby. Just let it out,” she said softly, her voice a soothing balm to his misery.

He heaved again, his stomach empty but still spasming painfully. When it finally subsided, he collapsed back onto the bed, utterly spent. “Fuck..” he muttered.

Hours passed in a blur of nausea and brief moments of fitful sleep. Luna’s unwavering presence made the ordeal a little more bearable, and as the night wore on, he began to feel a glimmer of hope that the worst was behind him.

By the early hours of the morning, the nausea had finally started to subside. Daniel lay in bed, exhausted but grateful for Luna’s care. “Thank you, Lu,” he said, his voice hoarse from vomiting. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“You’ll never have to find out,” she replied, snuggling close to him. “Now, try to get some rest. We’ll get you feeling better soon.”

Daniel nodded, closing his eyes as he let himself relax into the comfort of her embrace. As he drifted off to sleep, he couldn’t help but feel incredibly lucky to have someone like Luna by his side, someone who loved him unconditionally, no matter what.