#castor and ed

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Primer on writing Ed's hair care!

I love writing about Ed's hair! He has lots of beautiful hair, and it's obviously very well taken-care-of. I love reading fics that include Ed's hair care routines, too, but I know that a lot of white authors might not be confident about writing a man of color caring for his hair.

So, I wanted to put out a quick cheat sheet to help! This isn't an in-depth guide, but I hope it's a good primer so you can confidently include scenes touching on Ed's hair care. I really recommend checking out some natural hair subreddits if you want to go more in-depth so you can get ideas for the everyday frustrations and styles Ed might have.

Common misconceptions:

Ed will not need to wash his hair as often as you might assume he should. Natural hair textures tend to get very dry and brittle when washed too frequently because over-washing removes protective oils from our scalp and hair and dries it out. Ed probably only needs to wash his hair a couple times a week at most (he'll have figured out what works for him and his hair). This doesn't mean he's dirty or unclean, and it doesn't mean he won't shower or clean himself - he'll just probably put his hair up in a shower cap to keep it dry when he showers on days that aren't wash days.

Ed's hair care will look different than Stede's, and if he wants to let Stede help him care for his hair, he'll probably need to teach him how. Ed might have different brushes for detangling and styling his hair, and they'll definitely look different from Stede's. He also won't be able to use the same products as Stede does, or he might damage or over-dry his hair because many hair products meant for white/straight hair will over-strip the oils from natural hair.

A few things to avoid: Ed's hair is always depicted in the show as clean, well-styled, and perfectly presentable. It is not wild, untamed, or unmanageable just because it's got some texture.

Everyday care!

On the daily, Ed will probably rely on a few products to help him keep his hair looking beautiful. Coconut/castor oil is a go-to for locking in moisture (he can also use moisturizing creams or sprays in a modern AU), twisting creams and butters will help him style his hair into twists and braids, detangling sprays and/or creams help with bad hair days, and a curl-defining spray will help him get his hair looking great in the mornings.

On wash days, Ed will want to use a hydrating shampoo and a nourishing conditioner. Between wash days, leave-in conditioners will help him keep his hair moisturized and control frizz (leave-in conditioners don't get rinsed out, and he'll typically apply them after lightly wetting his hair).

Ed will likely want to put his hair into a protective style before bed so it doesn't get tangled and frizzy during the night. Putting his hair up in a sleep bonnet can help protect his hair while he sleeps, but as a fellow guy with longer hair, I can guess he won't like how he'll wake up with a bunch of his hair looking and feeling flat from sleeping on it. Putting his hair up in braids or twists are great ways to protect it while he sleeps so he wakes up with defined, happy hair! Pro-tip: he probably knows that wetting his hair before putting it into protective styles will help define his curls.

Around the water!

In canon settings or in AUs where Ed lives on or visits the beach, hair care is especially important! Salt air and swimming in the ocean can be very hard on natural hair, and Ed will want to be diligent about moisturizing to help control frizz and keep his hair from drying out.

Before swimming, if he can, there are a few things Ed can do to keep his hair happy. Natural hair really absorbs water, so wetting it before a swim can limit the amount of saltwater (or, in a pool, chlorine) his hair is able to soak up. It's also a good idea to put his hair in a protective style like braids before swimming.

After being in the water, again, Ed will want to wet his hair! After a swim in salt water, rinsing his hair with cool fresh water will keep his hair much happier.

If he's going to be swimming a lot, Ed will want to be very intentional with keeping his hair moisturized! Leave-in conditioners will be his best friend.

Why does this matter?

For people of color, our hair really matters. Our hair is an important way we express ourselves and feel connected to our culture. And controlling natural hair is one way that colonized societies continue to oppress and marginalize people of color. We're often policed and exoticized for our hair - like how the rich assholes on the party boat in s1e5 tried to touch Ed's beard without his permission. Taking care with how we depict Ed's hair isn't just fun and interesting, it helps make this fandom a more welcoming, inclusive space for fans of color.

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Death of Me: Chapter 15 - A Very Special Meeting of the Hellfire Club

Chapter 15 | Series Masterlist

3,794 words

Warnings: 18+ content, minors DNI, pregnancy, childbirth, fluff.

October 31st 1986.

If you thought you were miserable during your first trimester, boy were you unprepared for going a week past your due date. 

You're fairly certain that raspberries may go extinct at the rate you're chugging cups of raspberry leaf tea. Not that you care. Stupid raspberries. 

Eddie had taken you on miles long meanders in the woods around Hawkins, trying to hold a conversation with you that wouldn't end in you frustrated. You appreciate the effort but still, stupid walks.

Your mother had said castor oil was a great way to get things moving. You didn't have time to find out before the oily substance on your tongue made you vomit. Stupid oil.

You woke up this morning particularly irritable, stomping around the house until Eddie finally dared to ask what was bothering you so. You'd shot him a death glare and then pointed at your stomach,

"He's supposed to be here. We were told the 23rd."

"I know sweetheart, but maybe he's just super cosy in there and isn't ready to leave yet. But we'll get to meet him soon." Eddie gives you a soft smile and you groan,

"Spare me that crap. I just want him off my bladder." You growl the last words as your son helpfully pushes down on your bladder as though to illustrate your point.

Eddie tries to give you a sympathetic smile but it doesn't win you over, you're uncomfortable and sore and you feel like you haven't slept in months. 

"You don't have to come with me tonight, I really don't mind if you want to stay home and get some rest, maybe a bubble bath."

"Two things," You hold up your fingers, "One, I can't drive myself to the hospital if your son decides he wants to make an appearance. Two, there is no way on God's green earth I'm going to be able to fit into that tub right now." You rummage through the cupboard, locating your coffee mug with ease. Eddie learned the hard way that your caffeine intake was not his to police while you were sleeping so poorly. A tiny foot in the ribs doesn't exactly send you off into a dreamless sleep.

Eddie comes over to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder, the other rubbing your stomach soothingly. 

"Ugh you smell like water." You grumble and wrinkle your nose while Eddie stands baffled,

"What the hell does water smell like?"

"I don't know but you just do!" Eddie bites back a chuckle, knowing you'll bite his head off if he does. 

"Okay I'm going to go shower and see if that somehow makes me smell less like water. Do you want me to help you with your costume when I'm done?"

"You're going to have to squeeze me into it, I feel like I've swallowed a planet."

The zip glides smoothly up your back as Eddie finishes helping you get dressed, mercifully you’d picked a much larger size, meaning Eddie did not have to “grease you up” as he kindly offered. You sit on the edge of the bed and he kneels down to help you slip your feet into your shoes, a small frown crossing his face, placing the shoes back down beside him and switching to rubbing your feet, a quiet tut leaving his mouth,

"You're been on your feet too much again." He gently chides, it's coming from a place of concern, not control. 

"Well how else am I going to walk this baby out?" You lean back onto a pillow you hastily shove behind you, sighing as Eddie’s hands work over your sore feet, relaxing the muscles and helping the painful swelling on your feet reduce. You shut your eyes and let another long sigh go,

“Better?” 

“Don’t be smug about it.” Eddie laughs and you smile, “Alright if you don’t stop now I’m going to have to insist you cancel tonight and carry on.” 

“Sorry guys, no game tonight. Fiancee’s feet hurt so I’m spending the evening taking care of her? Yeah what an asshole I’d be.” Eddie places your shoes onto your feet gently and stands up, holding out a hand to help you up.

“Five more minutes.” You pout and Eddie lets his hand drop, shrugging,

“Fine but then you miss out on watching me stab myself in the eye multiple times.” Eddie ducks into the bathroom as he calls out to you. 

“It’s just not that difficult to do Eddie, how many times do I have to do your makeup for you?” You eventually manage to pull yourself off the bed and waddle into the bathroom watching as he immediately pulls his lower lid down,

“Absolutely not. Put the pencil down Munson.” You had explained so many times that doing that was going to cause premature aging around his eyes but he just doesn’t listen, insisting this was the only way he could put eyeliner on. You take the pencil from his hand and turn his head to yours, rolling your eyes at the satisfied grin on his face. To his credit, Eddie keeps still as he squats down so you can reach his eyes with ease, and is able to fight the instinct to back away from the invading black pencil rimming his eyes.

“Okay, there. Not difficult.” You step back and let Eddie admire his lined eyes in the mirror, grinning at your handiwork as he inspects it.

“Thank you sweetheart.” Eddie smooches the top of your head, “Now where are those fangs?” 

He rummages through the bag he’s haphazardly thrown onto the counter and produces a plastic pack of fangs.

“Eddie, those are going to shred your gums to pieces, what happened to the caps I found?”

“The caps were cool, but these glow in the dark.” Eddie switches the light off as he speaks and produces another pack of faintly green teeth and offers them to you.

“Nope, I’m sticking with my caps, have fun wrecking your gums though.” 

“Your losh.” Eddie struggles with the plastic encasing his teeth, but you can see he’s grinning in the dark thanks to the glow of the teeth.

You switch the light back on and gently bump him aside so you can better see the mirror for placing the fang caps over your teeth. The putty tastes vile but secures them comfortably and means you can still talk without sounding insane. You spot Eddie rummaging in the bag once more and he produces a frankly ridiculous amount of fake blood.

“I thought we were both going as vampires? You going as Carrie or something?” Eddie laughs as you watch him with a raised eyebrow,

“I got a good deal.”

“I’d hope so, that jug is getting passed down to our grandkids.” 

Eddie dips a q-tip into the jug and dabs two marks on your neck, dragging the soaked cotton along your skin to emulate a trickle of blood. You shudder at the sticky sensation but in the mirror you have to admit it looks realistic.

“Okay now do me.” 

“Eddie… we have plans.” You joke, it takes him a split second to grasp your meaning but he does,

“I meant the fake blood, idiot.” Eddie teases as he presents you with a q tip and tilts his neck for you.

“What if I just draw a dick on your neck right now?” 

“You’re a menace. I’m trusting you to behave.” 

You’re the first to the Wheeler’s house, aside from the Wheeler’s of course. Nancy answers the door, dressed as a witch, complete with pointy hat and broomstick. As you head into the basement you see Mike, with an alarming amount of gel through his hair, slicking it back. You tilt your head on the side unable to place the costume inspiration, he notices your stare,

“It will make sense when El gets here.” 

“You’re gonna die when you realise.” Nancy laughs as she moves more chairs around the table and then beckons you upstairs with her. “No baby yet then?” 

“Shit, we left him at home.” You deadpan and then laugh,

“Sorry, stupid question huh?” 

“It’s okay, but if he doesn’t come soon I am sending him to a bad school.” 

A doorbell interrupts you and you see a sliver of orange and white in the gap between Nancy and the door, Nancy is nearly on the floor with giggles and steps aside to allow Dustin in, Dustin who is wearing a gigantic grin, and a traffic cone costume.

“Points for originality.” You manage between laughs. He tries to bow and nearly takes Eddie out with the tip of the cone on his head. 

“Shit Henderson, you were right. I’d never have guessed.” 

“Thank you, thank you.” Dustin holds out his hand and Eddie places a bill into the hand, shaking his head and laughing. 

Eleven arrives alongside Will and Jonathon, and immediately you twig the costume as Mike goes in to hug her,

“Oh my god you guys are Danny and Sandy! That is beyond cute!” Dustin pretends to gag from behind their back but you can see he thinks the costume is cute too. Will and Jonathon have both dressed as wizards, Will’s costume is one that is well loved, you can see from the adjustments made to the costume to fit a growing body. Will immediately attaches himself to Eddie and is asking a million questions a minute about the campaign, and Eddie matches his energy immediately, gesturing with his hands in a manner that is bound to result in someone being accidentally hit. 

Robin is next to arrive, with her designated driver dressed in a blue boiler suit and raybans. 

“Maverick from Top Gun?” Steve nods, grinning, clearly thrilled with his costume. Robin’s is harder to place, a mustard yellow sweater and pale blue jeans.

“Any clues?” She shakes her head, looking like she might explode at any given minute into raucous laughter,

“She won’t even give me any clues. It’s driving me crazy! Like, I know this sweater from somewhere!”

“Robin!” Dustin hollers from across the room, “Nice Steve costume!” 

Robin collapses into laughter as Steve’s jaw drops, not sure whether to be offended or flattered.

“Is this why you were asking me about my hair care routine??”

Erica, Lucas and Max are dropped off by the basement door so that Max can be easily wheeled into the basement, Max is dressed as Freddie Krueger, with Lucas dressed as Nancy Thompson, complete with a beautifully styled wig. Erica has on a cowboy hat, with an apple mark on her cheek, and is wearing pale orange clothes, you have to ask Dustin who immediately twigs and compliments the cleverness of the costume. 

“She’s Applejack.”

“Apple who?”

“My Little Pony.” 

“Ooh, that is clever.” 

You notice the absence of the original Hellfire club, you know Eddie had invited them but it had been a terse call, two had moved away from Hawkins in the aftermath of the “earthquake” and weren’t thrilled about coming back and Gareth had politely declined as he apparently had a date, which Eddie wasn’t entirely sure he believed. You’d done your best not to eavesdrop but the phone was on the wall in the kitchen, and you were trying to make dinner, so it’s not entirely your fault that you’d overheard the conversations. Eddie had insisted it didn’t bother him that they were seemingly avoiding him, but eventually you’d pointed out that it’s okay if it did bother him, and you were always happy to listen if he wanted to talk about it, and that was enough for Eddie, to know he had a supportive partner, and friends who weren’t dodging his calls for a Halloween-themed D&D afternoon/evening.

Eddie starts the session and immediately is met with confused stares at his slurred speech. Eddie sighs heavily and spits out his vampire teeth and tries again to speak, this time everyone understanding. 

It’s about an hour in when you stand to pick up the dice Eddie is helpfully gesturing to, you feel a slight cramp in your belly, you brush it off. You’d been dealing with braxton hicks for the last 3 weeks and this did not feel any different to those, so you take a sip of water and grab a handful of pretzels when your turn is over, knowing these usually help to alleviate the symptoms. 

Eddie catches Mike gawking at your bump and puts his head in front of his face to intercept the gaze,

“She’s not going to explode, you know. Quit your staring.” Mike averts his gaze but you do catch him glancing a few times, and you’re fairly sure Eddie’s statement was right on the money because the boy is looking at you like he expects an Alien chestburster situation is going to happen any second.

Another hour passes and your snacking hasn’t stopped the discomfort, and as another cramp hits you curse under your breath and kick Eddie’s foot under the table, Eddie’s eyes flick to you and he notices the beads of sweat on your head,

“You okay?” He whispers, you shake your head and gesture for him to lean in closer, the second the phrase,

“I think I’m having contractions.” Leaves your lips he is on his feet, 

“Right, someone take a note of where we’re at, we’re gonna head to the hospital and go have us a baby.” Eddie grabs your hand and guides you out of the house without a moment’s hesitation.

Will shuts his eyes and closes Eddie’s notebooks without peeking, before Dustin or Mike think to hop up and have a rummage. 

“Eddie, they're going to tell us to go home and wait until my contractions are more frequent.” 

“That’s fine, but I want you to get checked out first.” Eddie’s knuckles are white on the steering wheel.

“We don’t even have my hospital bag in the van, we need to go home first. We can call my parents and Wayne too and let them know.” Eddie takes the next turn reluctantly, clearly not happy with the diversion back to your house but knowing you’re making sense.

You’re helped down from the van and as another contraction hits so does a wave of nausea and you proceed to vomit on Eddie’s shoes. Mercifully they’re not his usual white reeboks, they’re black so the staining isn’t visible, because that would probably make you vomit again.

“Sorry.”

“It’s fine, I need new shoes anyway.” He shuffles out of them and dumps them into the trashcan as you head to the front door. You call your parents as Eddie hops up the stairs, taking about 4 at a time by the sound alone. He's coming back down the stairs just as you tell your parents what’s happening, a bag slung over one shoulder and trying to hop into a new shoe.

“You can call Wayne, I desperately need to sit down.” You struggle over to a chair as Eddie dials, phone pressed into his shoulder as he puts the other shoe on.

“Hey Wayne -”

You hear a small pop and feel fluid trickling down your leg, for a split second you wonder if you might have pissed yourself but then it dawns on you.

“SHIT BABY COMING GOTTA GO BYE.” Eddie manages to garble out before he slams the receiver down and all but fireman carries you out of the house.

Without the cushioning of liquid your contractions are suddenly infinitely worse, to the point that when you arrive at the hospital the first thing you say to a member of staff is,

“Drugs. Get me drugs.” 

You’re helped into a wheelchair and wheeled into an examination room where a midwife checks you over and confirms you’re in labour, to which you snarkily reply,

“I could have told you that!” Eddie mouths an apology to her and is waved off,

“If you think that’s the worst anyone has said to me mid-labour you are mistaken. Let me take you guys to a room and you can get settled in there.”

Eddie settles you on the bed, making sure you have enough pillows to be comfortable and fussing around until you ask him to just sit down because he’s making you anxious with his pacing. You receive pain relief and are able to relax between exams, and countless members of staff walking in and out to check on you. You have gas and air available to you and of course Eddie asks to try it as soon as you’re on your own.

“Oooh I feel all dizzy.” Eddie laughs as he hands the mouthpiece back to you,

“I’m more enjoying it for the pain relief, but I’m glad you’re having fun.” You stick your tongue out at him.

It’s around 9pm when you first start feeling the urge to push, you alert Eddie and he presses the call button behind your head. Your midwife confirms that you can start to push and Eddie pales for a second but shakes his head, regaining himself and comes to stand by your side taking your hand in his.

It takes two hours of pushing, your whole body wracked with pain and covered in sweat. Eddie tried to distract you from the pain by slipping his fangs in when you weren’t looking and then flashing you a cheesy grin, that did make you laugh until you realised that laughing hurt just as bad as a contraction at the minute. Eddie didn’t have time to remove the fangs before you had to push once more, and this time you were told to hold the push, because the baby's head was so close. You held until you were fairly sure you were about to pass out and then managed one more push.

“Okay heads out! Now let's get these shoulders out and get this guy out!” You could only give a half hearted thumbs up to the midwife as you huffed on the gas and air as though it might hold the secret to getting the baby out with one painless push. 

“You got thish.” Eddie rubs your back, “My shtrong girl, you can do it.” 

You listen to your body and your midwife’s instructions and eventually, after a lot of pushing, swearing and sweating, you feel a small foot kick your thigh and an almost instant relief of pressure.

The cry comes moments later, a beautiful sound to yours and Eddie’s ears. Your son is placed on your chest and Eddie perches on the bed, putting his arm around you to cradle you gently as you look down at the small person laying on you. 

Wayne was absolutely right about the Munson nose, and dark tufts on his slightly bloodied head indicate he’s got Eddie’s hair. The shape of his lips is similar to your own and it makes you smile to see your own features in this perfect being in your arms. Your midwife helps you finish delivery then takes your son away briefly to check him over and clean him up a bit, eventually handing you a bundle of blue blankets surrounding his face. 

“11.59pm, he just made the cut for a Halloween birthday.” The midwife jokes,

“Hell yeah he did.” Eddie grins, then practically melts into a puddle when his finger is grabbed so tightly. You rest the back of your head on Eddie’s chest and he rests his chin on the top of your head as you both stare in absolute wonder.

“Can’t believe we made him.” You say quietly,

“Me neither. He’s just so perfect.” You nod at Eddie’s words, stroking the top of your son’s head. 

“You should probably call our families, let them know.” 

“You sure? They can wait till tomorrow.” You nod reassuring him you are happy for him to step out for a second.

Eddie keeps the door open, and stretches the phone cord to its absolute limit so that he never has to take his eyes off of the two of you while he makes the calls. Your parents cry, but Wayne? Wayne wails down the phone at the news, utterly unintelligible noise. 

“Okay… Well, visiting hours are from 9am so you can come meet him if you want.” More loud sobbing, that sounds like an agreement.

After a night of not really sleeping because you don’t want to take your eyes off of your new baby, and also doing your best impression of a human cow, as you described it to Eddie, 9am rolls around and your parents and Wayne, who had carpooled and being sitting in the car in the parking lot since 7.30am don’t wait a second before they’re practically running to meet their first grandchild.

Wayne is allowed first cuddles and then proceeds to make the strange, strangled wailing noise from last night when Eddie whispers the name to him. Your parents busy themselves with checking on you, trying to wait their turn to see their grandson. Wayne passes the baby to your mother who wells up when the soft weight is placed in her arms, your father similarly chokes up, looking between the baby, you, and Eddie.

“He’s a perfect mix of the pair of you.” 

Eddie peers over your mother’s shoulder, “Yeah, sorry about the nose kid.” Everyone softly chuckles and your father awkwardly places a hand on Eddie’s shoulder.

“Do we get to know the name then?” Your mother asks, gesturing at a quiet sniffling Wayne, you nod and gesture to Eddie.

“His name is Oscar Wayne Munson.” The loud sobbing from Wayne starts up again and your parents smile,

“Or, Ozzy.” You speak up and your mother glances at you, confused,

“Like Osbourne?” You nod, Eddie’s a little too stunned to speak that your mother knows who Ozzy Osbourne is.

“It actually fits, really well.” Your mother laughs looking down at the baby in her arms, “Little Ozzy.” Eventually she is convinced to pass him to your father for cuddles, and then Oscar is placed back in your arms, where you hold him close to you, inhaling that fresh new baby smell that Eddie was convinced was a myth until he’d sniffed Oscar’s head and declared they needed to make that smell a car air freshener. Your family stay for a while, but they notice you getting tired and politely excuse themselves, leaving you and Eddie to cuddle up with your child.

“Hey, did you ever think, all those times you were glaring at me from across the canteen that we’d get to this point?”

“Eddie, I love you so much. But if anyone had told me back then this was how my ‘86 was going to go I would have personally driven them to Pennhurst myself.”

“‘86 was definitely our year though, right?”

“Absolutely.” 

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my thoughts while reading acftl

- apollo you son of a bitch

- oh no eva's hope is gone bc jacks is gone 🥺

- can honestly say I didn't see kristof knightlinger potentially coming in as the hero we needed ~~nevermind he was useless~~

- omg not eva immediately wanting to make another deal with jacks to get her memories back girls got a pattern 💀

- when apollo doesn't even have to lie about some of the terrible things jacks has done 😑😑😑 listen ✋

- the valor's pretending to be the vale’s instead like no we are not giving up that V for victory ain't nobody gonna notice

- the story curse knows the truth! when it changed that book title to eva and “the prince of hearts” instead of “prince apollo” 😈😈

- *me chanting* “get this bitch a dragon roasted apple get this bitch a dragon roasted apple get this bitch a dragon roasted apple”

- not jacks rescuing eva from drowning again 🤤

- jacks: “it's best she doesn't remember me” also jacks “you can call me archer” 💀

- yessss eva with jacks’ dagger again name a more iconic duo

- apollo being all pissed that eva has jacks' dagger 🙄 grow up bro

- ApOlLo HaTeD aPpLeS shut up apollo nobody cares

- oh jacks, what are you trying to do and why won't eva forgive you for it 🫣

- the thing I love about eva is how at first she's all like “ooh I want the fairytale prince with heart eyes” but girl no you don't you want the morally grey baddie with the smoldering glare and death threats, just like the rest of us

- jacks really is bestie goals. he became immortal just so his wicked murdering bff wouldn't be alone, a true friend

- lmao jacks being like, “this is actually really inconvenient timing for you to kill me perhaps we could reschedule until I'm done saving your life?”

- *Ye Olde Brick Inn. Vacancy: One Bed* 😏

- this motherfucking letter goddamn it past evangeline ~~nevermind this letter is the greatest thing that's ever happened well-done past evangeline~~

- eva smacking the shit out of apollo and then pretending it was an accident is a cultural moment™️

- jacks pls stop calling her pet I'm begging you it's illegal 😭😭😭

- he fucking traded his WHAT!?

- apollo wanting to become immortal to fight jacks, embarrassing 🙄

- jacks sending threats to keep eva away like uhhh sorry jacks but your threatening messages are HOT???

- KISS KISS KISS

- wait why are there so many chapters left…

- apollo doesn't love anything more than himself so this motherfucking tree better unalive him 😡

- killed by a tree 😈 excellent

- the epilogue is just for eva asking about the apples girrrrl same

- omg a HEA 😭💖😍

- eva really delulu-ed her way into a hea. she girlbossed, gatekept, gaslighted her way around that curse, like fuck your magic rules and I really respect that of her

- are we getting a castor and lala spinoff??? or maybe a shocking, surprising, life changing book 4???? Idk things don't feel finished here…

[piovascosimo]

In questa onesta tomba, giace serena Glyconis: era dolce nel nome, ma ancor più dolce nell'anima. Non si curò mai degli onori della vita per lei (troppo) austeri, ma (fu) piuttosto (incline a quanto ci fosse di) sfrenato e piacevole, (preferi) essere inebriata dal vino (Bacchus) ed eseguire canti con semplicità. Spesso come divertimento lei stessa intrecciava con dolce amore morbide corone (di fiori) per sé e per i suoi figli che lasciò nella pubertà, (figli) che generò fratelli ad immagine dei Castori. Degna sì di godere una beata vita eterna, si affretta però dove i fati benigni chiamano. Publius Mattius Chariton fece (fare il sepolcro) per la benemerita moglie.

In this respectable tomb Glyconis lies serenely: sweet in name, but even sweeter in her soul. She never cared for splendid honors for her (too) austere, but rather she preferred to be wild and pleasant, to be inebriated by wine (Bacchus) and to perform songs with simplicity. She often amused herself by weaving beautiful wreaths of flowers with sweet love for herself and for her children, who she left in puberty; (the sons) she created were brothers in the likeness of Castor and Pollux. Worthy to enjoy a blessed and eternal life (lux), she hurried to where the good fates call. Publius Mattius Chariton saw to (the making of this tomb) for his well-deserving wife.

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- SoftBoy!Bur/Fyn • [🌀] - (He/Soft/It)

- Sorry!Bur/Ashe • [🔥⏰] - (he/flame/burn/it)

Rev!Bur/Rev/Crow • [🍷🌹] - (He/She)

C!Wilbur • [🧨] - (He/Boom)

Rev!Bur/Will • [🍒] - (He/She/Zomb)

L'Man!Bur • [🇬🇧💣] - (He/L'manberg/It)

Ghost!Bur/Ghost • [🌀🫐] - (Blue/He/Ghost/They/Memory)

Friend • [💙🐑] - (Any Pronouns + Ghost/Spirit)

Simpbur/Crimson • [💕🪓] - (She/He/It/Yandare)

Q!Will • [🧣🌻] - (He/Him)

Zomb!Bur/Saturn • [🪐] - (It/He/Zomb/Rot)

ARG!Bur/Rain • [❄️] - (It/They/Xey/Cold/Snow)

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Content Summary

Answering general question people have for any particular Bur!

This may include a ...

Doodle/Drawing or Graphic

A large amount of infodumping/silly

Poll

Rules for asks:

If you have an NSFW ask, please give a warning!

Ex of warning: CW:NSFW, ⚠️NSFW⚠️ ASK IS NSFW ect

Regarding the NSFW asks: nothing extremely explicit. ie:

Asking us to draw NSFW/P0rn, asking Abt NSFW habits and the like.

(side note: Simpbur, both Rev!Burs and ARG!Bur are the only comfortable alters when it comes to NSFW asks. Everyone else is STRICTLY OFF LIMITS)

You may ask about relationships, info Abt alters, source memories ECT!

DNI LIST

(NO)MAP, Radqueers, Zoos, Anti-Endos, Anti-Fictive/Factive, LGBTQIAA+ Phobic, anti-Semitism, Racism, IRL Gore blogs, Kink blogs, anti-therian, anti-fictionkin, anti-otherkin, crosstaggers, Thin-Spo, Pro-Ana, Pro-SH, Pro-ED, Ableism, incest/stepcest,pron blogs, Wilbur Supporters, zionists

Interact List

Pro-Palistine Artists, Systems, Fictives/Factives, Alters, Small and Big Content Creators, Update Blogs, Therians/Fictionkins/Otherkins, Neurodivergent ppl, Disabled ppl, LGBTQIAA+ People, Objectum people, POSIC+ people, Shubble Support Squad, and ANYONE WHO DOESN'T GO AGAINST DNI!!

[logogreffe]

Beaver oil, a French mistake

Qui est-ce qui vient de découvrir que l'huile de ricin alias Castor oil n'est pas faite avec des castors ? C'est bibi ! Note 1 : A beaver = un castor

L'huile de ricin (ricinus oil) is called "castor oil" in English so I thought....that...it was made with beavers....juice ? Note 2 : Qui est-ce qui vient de + verbe à l'infinitif ...? = Qui vient de + verbe à l'infinitif....? = Who just + verb-ed...? Note 3 : C'est bibi = funny unformal way to say "it's me !" Other example : Et qui doit encore faire la vaisselle ? C'est bibi ! // And who has to do the dishes again ? Me !

Full Translation : Who just discovered that ricinus oil aka Castor oil isn't made with beavers ? Me !

[spilladabalia]

A partire dal 2004, su suggerimento di un’amica, Lorenzo Castore inizia a frequentare Catania e in particolare il quartiere di San Berillo che è da sempre stata la zona delle prostitute, soprattutto dei travestiti, un territorio a parte nel cuore della città.

“Glitter Blues” è un racconto di vite marginali in un percorso di ricerca del proprio posto nel mondo attraverso una coraggiosa tensione alla libertà dell‘affermazione della propria identità, che spesso rivela una natura più complessa e contraddittoria di quello che è considerato “normale” dalla società borghese e dal suo giudizio retrogrado su cosa è bene o male, giusto o sbagliato.

Sulla Soglia.

Fotografie di Lorenzo Castore

Testo di Francesco/Franchina Grasso

Ormai ho perduto il conto degli anni passati su questa soglia, tanto che mi è difficile immaginare persino il numero degli uomini che l’hanno attraversata. Sembra ieri che il mio incerto destino e la mia bellezza di giovane donna mi hanno portato in questa casa appartata a cercare il futuro. Strana idea quella di cercare la propria vita tra le pieghe di quella degli altri, eppure è nella coesistenza con gli altri che ha preso forma e si è concretizzata l’unica vita che per me era possibile.

Così, lungo tutto questo tempo, su questo gradino consumato e nella penombra di una squallida stanzetta, ho visto maturare tra un amplesso e l’altro tutta la mia vita e sfumare tutte le mie aspirazioni.

Tra una sigaretta fumata a metà ed un caffè trangugiato in fretta, una gran parte di mondo è sfilato davanti ai miei occhi e tra le mie gambe. 

Ad ogni incontro ho dato tutto il calore che mi è stato richiesto, forse per un senso di fratellanza e di condivisione nascosti nel profondo del mio cuore. Sono stata amante, moglie, sorella e madre. 

Ho vestito i panni squallidi della prostituta dalle calze a rete lacere e gli abiti della gran signora. Ho gridato parole sguaiate e taciuto nei silenzi pieni di vergogna del sesso. 

Ho cercato amore senza mai trovarlo, nella dolorosa disillusione di scoprire di esser fatta solo per dare e non anche per ricevere. 

Quante offese mi hanno gettato addosso per tenermi a distanza dalla vita degli altri, quella cosiddetta “normale”. E quanta violenza ho subito in questo quartiere squallido e angusto, e tuttavia raro luogo di testimonianza di vera umanità.

In tutti questi anni ho visto vizi, bassi istinti, desideri segreti svelarsi per poi assopirsi, per poi risorgere ed appagarsi ancora, in un ciclo continuo che è nato con l’uomo e che solo con esso morirà.

Ma adesso, adesso che la mia bellezza volge al termine, che ogni speranza d’una vita diversa è sepolta nelle pieghe del passato, non ho che te, sconosciuto uomo, che rallenti il tuo passo davanti alla mia porta socchiusa. Con disperata speranza, mi rivolgo a te, a te uomo che hai bisogno d’un po’ di calore nelle sere piovose, a te che cerchi un abbraccio, una carezza ed una parvenza d’amore, a te che fuggi ogni effimera illusione. E’ di te che ho bisogno adesso, del tuo flebile calore, dei tuoi mezzi abbracci e del tuo amore a tempo, per curare le profonde ferite che solcano il mio cuore. Quando tu lo vorrai, allora, se è di me che avrai bisogno ancora, mi troverai qui anche domani, qui, ancora, ad aspettarti malinconica, sul gradino consumato di questa soglia.     

Glitter Blues © Lorenzo Castore 2004-2021, (p) Blow Up Press 2021. "Sulla soglia" by & © Franchina Grasso.    

[1solone]

ELENA DI SPARTA

(Elena di Troia - Elena)

Elena fu allevata in casa di Tindaro e ancora giovinetta fu al centro di numerosi miti di seduzione: Teseo la rapì che era ancora fanciulla.

Elena infatti era ritenuta la donna più bella del mondo, e poiché i pretendenti erano numerosi, Tindaro, sotto consiglio di Ulisse, lasciò che ogni decisione fosse della ragazza, onde evitare che una sua interferenza potesse causare una guerra.

La scelta cadde su Menelao, principe di Micene, che sposandola divenne re di Sparta. Dalla loro unione nacque Ermione.

La sorella Clitennestra sposò invece Agamennone, fratello di Menelao.

I pretendenti e il «giuramento di Tindaro»

«E molte vite sono morte per me sullo Scamandro,

e io, che pure tanto ho sofferto, sono maledetta,

ritenuta da tutti traditrice di mio marito

e rea di avere acceso una guerra tremenda per la Grecia.»

Quando fu in età da marito tutti i capi Greci pretesero la sua mano. Siccome la loro rivalità rischiava di generare un conflitto, su suggerimento di Ulisse, Tindaro sacrificò un cavallo sulla cui pelle fece salire i pretendenti per farli giurare che, chiunque fosse stato il fortunato sposo, tutti avrebbero dovuto accorrere in suo aiuto nel caso qualcuno avesse tentato di rapirgli la sposa.

Quando era ormai moglie di Menelao Elena venne rapita dal principe troiano Paride e il patto di solidarietà stipulato tra i pretendenti alla sua mano spinse gli stessi, con a capo Agamennone, a dichiarare guerra a Troia.

Elena sui bastioni di Troia, nella quale Gustave Moreau raffigura una Elena inespressiva, con una faccia vuota o angosciata.

Per vendicare il rapimento di Elena da parte del principe troiano Paride (al quale Afrodite aveva promesso la più bella delle donne) Menelao e suo fratello Agamennone organizzarono una spedizione contro Troia chiedendo aiuto a tutti i partecipanti al patto di Tindaro.

Nell'Iliade Elena è un personaggio tragico, obbligata a essere la moglie di Paride dalla dea Afrodite.

Nessuna colpa le può essere rinfacciata, data la sua incolpevole bellezza, anche se le si dà la colpa della guerra che insanguina Troia e se lei stessa si rimprovera continuamente di essere la causa di tanti mali, sebbene sia consapevole che, in definitiva, quanto accaduto è dovuto al Fato.

Non è una donna felice, disprezza Paride ed è invisa a molti troiani: solo Priamo ed Ettore si mostrano gentili con lei, e in occasione della morte di quest'ultimo, Elena proverà un sincero dolore.

Alla morte di Paride Elena è costretta a sposare il fratello Deifobo.

I greci fanno irruzione nella camera da letto trovando Deifobo addormentato e ubriaco.

Le versioni a questo punto divergono: sia per quanto riguarda l'identità dell'uccisore di Deifobo (Menelao, Ulisse o entrambi) sia sul fatto se il troiano si fosse risvegliato o no.

Nel secondo libro dell'Eneide, durante l'incendio di Troia, Enea vede da lontano Elena ed è preso dall'impulso di ucciderla, ma ne viene dissuaso dalla madre Venere, che lo esorta a fuggire dalla città con i familiari.

Nell'Odissea Elena appare riconciliata con il marito e tornata a Sparta per regnarvi al suo fianco, anche se malvista dai sudditi.

Si narra anche che Oreste avesse cercato di ucciderla.

Secondo altre versioni ebbe una fine misera. Altre ancora la divinizzano insieme ai fratelli Castore e Polluce.

Venere salva Elena dalla furia di Enea, Jacques Sablet, 1779.

Un'altra versione vuole che, dopo la morte di Menelao, due figli naturali di costui cacciassero Elena e la costringessero a rifugiarsi presso Rodi, dove Polisso la fece impiccare per avere causato la morte di tanti eroi sotto le mura di Troia, fra cui suo marito Tlepolemo.

Il mito di Elena è descritto nell'Iliade e nell'Odissea, ma molti poeti successivi a Omero modificarono il personaggio e la sua mitologia. Alcune leggende la indicano figlia di Nemesi, la dea della vendetta e della giustizia. Euripide, nella tragicommedia Elena, segue quel filone mitico secondo cui Elena non fu mai rapita da Paride né visse a Troia né fu ripresa da Menelao, ma sempre visse nascosta in Egitto, costretta da Era che mise al posto suo, a Sparta, un'immagine d'aria, un simulacro vivente, per ingannare Paride e vendicarsi di non essere stata scelta al posto di Afrodite.

Così sono esistite due Elena, una in Egitto e una a Troia.

Inoltre, secondo altri miti, le anime di Elena e Achille, dopo la morte e la discesa nel Tartaro, furono assunte nell'Isola dei Beati (o Campi Elisi) per i loro meriti, e lì ebbero un figlio, Euforione.

Secondo una variante del mito, fu Elena, divenuta dea dopo la morte, a discendere negli Inferi attratta dall'ombra di Achille per giacere con lui generando il semi-dio Euforione.

I personaggi di Elena ed Euforione, seppure con molte varianti, sono ripresi da Goethe nel suo Faust.…‿ℒℴνℯ⁀❣🌹

[stlhandyman]

Supreme Court, U.S FILED In The OCT 2 2022 Supreme Court ofthe United States  RALAND J BRUNSON, Petitioner,

Named persons in their capacities as United States House Representatives: ALMA S. ADAMS; PETE AGUILAR; COLIN Z. ALLRED; MARK E. AMODEI; KELLY ARMSTRONG; JAKE AUCHINCLOSS; CYNTHIA AXNE; DON BACON; TROY BALDERSON; ANDY BARR; NANETTE DIAZ BARRAGAN; KAREN BASS; JOYCE BEATTY; AMI BERA; DONALD S. BEYER JR.; GUS M. ILIRAKIS; SANFORD D. BISHOP JR.; EARL BLUMENAUER; LISA BLUNT ROCHESTER; SUZANNE BONAMICI; CAROLYN BOURDEAUX; JAMAAL BOWMAN; BRENDAN F. BOYLE; KEVIN BRADY; ANTHONY G. BROWN; JULIA BROWNLEY; VERN BUCHANAN; KEN BUCK; LARRY BUCSHON; CORI BUSH; CHERI BUSTOS; G. K. BUTTERFIELD; SALUD 0. CARBAJAL; TONY CARDENAS; ANDRE CARSON; MATT CARTWRIGHT; ED CASE; SEAN CASTEN; KATHY CASTOR; JOAQUIN CASTRO; LIZ CHENEY; JUDY CHU; DAVID N. CICILLINE; KATHERINE M. CLARK; YVETTE D. CLARKE; EMANUEL CLEAVER; JAMES E. CLYBURN; STEVE COHEN; JAMES COMER; GERALD E. CONNOLLY; JIM COOPER; J. LUIS CORREA; JIM COSTA; JOE COURTNEY; ANGIE CRAIG; DAN CRENSHAW; CHARLIE CRIST; JASON CROW; HENRY CUELLAR; JOHN R. CURTIS; SHARICE DAVIDS; DANNY K. DAVIS; RODNEY DAVIS; MADELEINE DEAN; PETER A. DEFAZIO; DIANA DEGETTE; ROSAL DELAURO; SUZAN K. DELBENE; Ill ANTONIO DELGADO; VAL BUTLER DEMINGS; MARK DESAULNIER; THEODORE E. DEUTCH; DEBBIE DINGELL; LLOYD DOGGETT; MICHAEL F. DOYLE; TOM EMMER; VERONICA ESCOBAR; ANNA G. ESHOO; ADRIANO ESPAILLAT; DWIGHT EVANS; RANDY FEENSTRA; A. DREW FERGUSON IV; BRIAN K. FITZPATRICK; LIZZIE LETCHER; JEFF FORTENBERRY; BILL FOSTER; LOIS FRANKEL; MARCIA L. FUDGE; MIKE GALLAGHER; RUBEN GALLEGO; JOHN GARAMENDI; ANDREW R. GARBARINO; SYLVIA R. GARCIA; JESUS G. GARCIA; JARED F. GOLDEN; JIMMY GOMEZ; TONY GONZALES; ANTHONY GONZALEZ; VICENTE GONZALEZ; JOSH GOTTHEIMER; KAY GRANGER; AL GREEN; RAUL M. GRIJALVA; GLENN GROTHMAN; BRETT GUTHRIE; DEBRA A. HAALAND; JOSH HARDER; ALCEE L. HASTINGS; JAHANA HAYES; JAIME HERRERA BEUTLER; BRIAN HIGGINS; J. FRENCH HILL; JAMES A. HIMES; ASHLEY HINSON; TREY HOLLINGSWORTH; STEVEN HORSFORD; CHRISSY HOULAHAN; STENY H. HOYER; JARED HUFFMAN; BILL HUIZENGA; SHEILA JACKSON LEE; SARA JACOBS; PRAMILA JAYAPAL; HAKEEM S. JEFFRIES; DUSTY JOHNSON; EDDIE BERNICE JOHNSON; HENRY C. JOHNSON JR.; MONDAIRE JONES; DAVID P. JOYCE; KAIALPI KAHELE; MARCY KAPTUR; JOHN KATKO; WILLIAM R. KEATING; RO KHANNA; DANIEL T. KILDEE; DEREK KILMER; ANDY KIM; YOUNG KIM; RON KIND; ADAM KINZINGER; ANN KIRKPATRICK; RAJA KRISHNAMOORTHI; ANN M. KUSTER; DARIN LAHOOD; CONOR LAMB; JAMES R. LANGEVIN; RICK LARSEN; JOHN B. LARSON; ROBERT E. LATTA; JAKE LATURNER; BRENDA L. LAWRENCE; AL LAWSON JR.; BARBARA LEE; SUSIE LEE; TERESA LEGER FERNANDEZ; ANDY LEVIN; MIKE LEVIN; TED LIEU; IV ZOE LOFGREN; ALAN S.LOWENTHAL; ELAINE G. LURIA; STEPHEN F. LYNCH; NANCY MACE; TOM MALINOWSKI; CAROLYN B. MALONEY; SEAN PATRICK MALONEY; KATHY E. MANNING; THOMAS MASSIE; DORIS 0. MATSUI; LUCY MCBATH; MICHAEL T. MCCAUL; TOM MCCLINTOCK; BETTY MCCOLLUM; A. ADONALD MCEACHIN; JAMES P. MCGOVERN; PATRICK T. MCHENRY; DAVID B. MCKINLEY; JERRY MCNERNEY; GREGORY W. 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SEWELL; BRAD SHERMAN; MIKIE SHERRILL; MICHAEL K. SIMPSON; ALBIO SIRES; ELISSA SLOTKIN; ADAM SMITH; CHRISTOPHER H. V SMITH; DARREN SOTO; ABIGAIL DAVIS SPANBERGER; VICTORIA SPARTZ; JACKIE SPEIER; GREG STANTON; PETE STAUBER; MICHELLE STEEL; BRYAN STEIL; HALEY M. STEVENS; STEVE STIVERS; MARILYN STRICKLAND; THOMAS R. SUOZZI; ERIC SWALWELL; MARK TAKANO; VAN TAYLOR; BENNIE G. THOMPSON; MIKE THOMPSON; DINA TITUS; RASHIDA TLAIB; PAUL TONKO; NORMA J. TORRES; RITCHIE TORRES; LORI TRAHAN; DAVID J. TRONE; MICHAEL R. TURNER; LAUREN UNDERWOOD; FRED UPTON; JUAN VARGAS; MARC A. VEASEY; FILEMON VELA; NYDIA M. VELAZQUEZ; ANN WAGNER; MICHAEL WALTZ; DEBBIE WASSERMAN SCHULTZ; MAXINE WATERS; BONNIE WATSON COLEMAN; PETER WELCH; BRAD R. WENSTRUP; BRUCE WESTERMAN; JENNIFER WEXTON; SUSAN WILD; NIKEMA WILLIAMS; FREDERICA S. WILSON; STEVE WOMACK; JOHN A. YARMUTH; DON YOUNG; the following persons named are for their capacities as U.S. Senators; TAMMY BALDWIN; JOHN BARRASSO; MICHAEL F. BENNET; MARSHA BLACKBURN; RICHARD BLUMENTHAL; ROY BLUNT; CORY A. BOOKER; JOHN BOOZMAN; MIKE BRAUN; SHERROD BROWN; RICHARD BURR; MARIA CANTWELL; SHELLEY CAPITO; BENJAMIN L. CARDIN; THOMAS R. CARPER; ROBERT P. CASEY JR.; BILL CASSIDY; SUSAN M. COLLINS; CHRISTOPHER A. COONS; JOHN CORNYN; CATHERINE CORTEZ MASTO; TOM COTTON; KEVIN CRAMER; MIKE CRAPO; STEVE DAINES; TAMMY DUCKWORTH; RICHARD J. DURBIN; JONI ERNST; DIANNE FEINSTEIN; DEB FISCHER; KIRSTEN E. GILLIBRAND; LINDSEY GRAHAM; CHUCK GRASSLEY; BILL HAGERTY; MAGGIE HASSAN; MARTIN HEINRICH; JOHN HICKENLOOPER; MAZIE HIRONO; JOHN HOEVEN; JAMES INHOFE; RON VI JOHNSON; TIM KAINE; MARK KELLY; ANGUS S. KING, JR.; AMY KLOBUCHAR; JAMES LANKFORD; PATRICK LEAHY; MIKE LEE; BEN LUJAN; CYNTHIA M. LUMMIS; JOE MANCHIN III; EDWARD J. MARKEY; MITCH MCCONNELL; ROBERT MENENDEZ; JEFF MERKLEY; JERRY MORAN; LISA MURKOWSKI; CHRISTOPHER MURPHY; PATTY MURRAY; JON OSSOFF; ALEX PADILLA; RAND PAUL; GARY C. PETERS; ROB PORTMAN; JACK REED; JAMES E. RISCH; MITT ROMNEY; JACKY ROSEN; MIKE ROUNDS; MARCO RUBIO; BERNARD SANDERS; BEN SASSE; BRIAN SCHATZ; CHARLES E. SCHUMER; RICK SCOTT; TIM SCOTT; JEANNE SHAHEEN; RICHARD C. SHELBY; KYRSTEN SINEMA; TINA SMITH; DEBBIE STABENOW; DAN SULLIVAN; JON TESTER; JOHN THUNE; THOM TILLIS; PATRICK J. TOOMEY; HOLLEN VAN; MARK R. WARNER; RAPHAEL G. WARNOCK; ELIZABETH WARREN; SHELDON WHITEHOUSE; ROGER F. WICKER; RON WYDEN; TODD YOUNG; JOSEPH ROBINETTE BIDEN JR in his capacity of President of the United States; MICHAEL RICHARD PENCE in his capacity as former Vice President of the United States, and KAMALA HARRIS in her capacity as Vice President of the United States and JOHN and JANE DOES 1-100.  

https://www.supremecourt.gov/DocketPDF/22/22-380/243739/20221027152243533_20221027-152110-95757954-00007015.pdf

[ungarmax]

⭐

I'm going to cheat and use bit of the next unpublished story of the FMA/TAZ crossover extravaganza, but I'll put it under a cut in case anyone wants to go in unspoilered.

Meme is here!

“I am indebted to you for your kindness,” he says in a thick, foreign accent. “Both of you. I would have simply perished if you hadn't found me when you had.”

“Well, I can't say no to helping out a pretty face,” Taako replies. “What's your name, darling?”

“My name is Kravitz,” the man responds, and then gestures to each of the birds in kind, “and this is Iris and Calla. The pleasure is mine, I'm sure.”

“Oh, no, handsome, the pleasure is all mine,” Taako says, reaching out to shake Kravitz' hand. It’s weirdly cool, considering the temperature outside.

Lup groans, and he can just about hear her rolling her eyes at him. But, whatever, Taako's a grown man, and he's allowed to flirt with a handsome face once in a while. It's been a while.

Kravitz grins at him, the faintest hint of color on his cheeks. “Not all the pleasure, I assure you.”

So here we have the beginning of a beautiful relationship. For anyone who doesn't know me, I'm a Ling/Ed fanboy at heart, so Kravitz was always going to be Ling.

Taako and Kravitz don't flirt nearly enough in this fic, so I had fun with the parts where they actually had the time to do it when they weren't attacking each other or being attacked by homunculi and/or Scar.

I replaced Ran Fan and Fu with two ravens mostly because I didn't have characters to replace them with and it felt weird to leave two Asian characters servants of a man who isn't also Asian. Ravens were thematic, so they stayed. This proved to make some problems later on (how do you give a bird automail?), but that's all right.

I debated on names for these birds for a long time, first wanting to name them after Sailor Mars' crows (Phobos and Deimos), and then after other D&D death gods (Wee Jas and Vecna), and then after Greek twins (Pollux and Castor).

Nothing really stuck, so @perniciouslizard and I looked up what Fu and Ran Fan meant. We didn't get very far, but we managed to associate both names with flowers. Therefore, we decided to name the birds after funeral flowers: calla lilies and irises. Calla is a little joke with myself because it's also the name of a character from a book someone I know is getting published and I got to read the first draft of. Iris is because of Iris from Ace Attorney.

[estefanyailen]

CARICATURAS DE ANTES

No puede ser, vivo cantando esa canción jajajajajaja, hay más humanos como yo que la recuerdan.

Bueno ahora solo faltan estas:

- Jay, Jay el avioncito soooy yooo ♪

- Dragon Tales, Dragon Tales, es hora ya de Dragon Tales ♪

- EN LA TIERRA, EN EL AIRE Y BAJO EL MAAR, SOMOS SAVE UMPS PARA LUCHAR ♪

- Es Rolie Polie Olie vivaracho y singular ♪

- Vamos a viajar en una nave espacial, por el cielo azul, mini Einsteins ♪

- Si señores Positones es Pinki Dinki Du.

- Bob construye podrán hacerlo?, booob construye, si podemos!

- Tu y yo y Zaboo mafoo ♪

- Los cubitos dubi du, los cubitos dubido, nos encanta ser cubitos ♪

- El mejor amigo que puedas tener, y el grandioso, su nombre es Cliford ♪

- Solo un niño soy y yo creciendo voy, exploro todo, soy Caaaillouuuu ♪

- Amiiigoooos tuyooos Backyardigans

- El es Franklin, siempre viene a jugar ♪

- Llama, grita, si me necesitas y al instante llegare ♪

- Es taaan Raveen. ♪

- Aunque quisieran siempre ser amigos, pensaras que ellos son enemigos Brandy y Señor Bigotes ♪

- Luchara, combatira con todsos sus poderes, sus dientes, su cola y el fuego quenos lanza, Dragon accidentaaaaal. ♪

- A la escuela el va a ir y va a aprender lo que hay ahí. K - u - z- c - o ♪

- Con un dolar 90 que elloS mandan llega mamá espía junto aun temerario papá, son SUSTITUTOOOS.

- En la caaasaaaa blancaaa Cory estaaaaa ♪

- Vamos todos a encontrar el fantástico lugaaar plaza sesaaaamoooo

- Que precioso el día de hoy para jugar y aprender y juntos ser muy felices ♪ ]

- When there's trouble, you know who to call, Teen Titans! From their tower, they can see it all Teen Titans! ♪

- En patineta, en plena convicción estamos en una misión,Rocket Power. ♪

- Mamá me dice pollito, mamá me dice vaca, cuando papá nos adoptó mamá se desmallo.

- Jaimito es la esrtrella del Show... soy la comadreja ♪

- knd los chicos del barrio.

- Son pinky y cerebro, bro, bro, bro, bro ♪

- Roooockooos modern liifeee ♪

- Tengo un papá, una mamá y una hermana, ese es Dony lo encontramos y ese es Darwin, nos encontró, se mueve porque viajamos al rededor del mundo. - Los Thornberrys

- Catdoooog, caaaatdooog, solito en el mundo vive el pobre catdog. ♪

- Estupido perro me hiciste ver mal.

- Edd, ed, y eddy *silbidos*.

- Los castores cascarrabias.

- Billy y Mandie.

- "Los amigos justicieros"

- Con ustedes Mike, lu y og... andie sabe donde la isla está, a esta isla nadie llegará ♪

- Time squad

- Es mi robot gigante, nuestro robot gigante, es el robot gigante... mga xlr.

- Mansión Fosters para amigos imagnarios.

- Blingli bong en el espacio esta su hogar, de cosmos herores sonm y cada día hay acción. - Pequeños planetas.

- El lagartijo creció y en estatura lo superó... el lagatijo de ned ♪

- Solo un día más de algún niño normaaal, Johnny Test.

- Escooby doo where are you? ♪

- Samurai Jack, samurai jack .... ♪

- Son Ozzy Drix detectives, van defendiendo a los nervios corriendo, tiene valor, no tienen temor ♪

- Esto ya es insoportable, ya se volvió inimaginable, tan raro soy si mi padre es una estrella de rock?, Mi padre el rockero.

- Duelo Xiaolin.

- Robot Jones.

- Robotboy.

- Evil con carne.

- Hantarooo te divertirás ♪

- Mi compañeros es un mono ♪

- Mucha lucha ♪

- Nos hicimos de un amigo que se llama Lazlo ♪

- Cuando las música nos unio empezamos a tocar, como tocamos muy buen rock empezamos a brillar. hi, hi Puffy, Ami, Yumy show.

- No tengo tiempo que perder, yo nací para el espacio vencer, Betty Atomica guerrera soy ♪

- Juiniper lee.

- Los loquisimos autos locos.

- Rosita Fresita.

- Los ositos cariñositos.

- Los supersonicos.

- Es Dave el Barbaro, fuerte y miedoso hermano de Fan y Candy, la princesa y su mono (que no soy mono) ♪

- Estoy en la banda ♥.

- Ruddy y su tiza en la zona tiza ♪

- Las pistas de Blue.

- Dora la exploradora.

- El laboratorio de Dexter.

- Danny Phantom.

- Asterix y Obelix.

- Bananas en pijamas.

- Locos Dieciséis

- Drama total.

- Carl al cuadrado.

- Aaaaaah real monsters.

- Jenny la robot adolescente.

- Grojband.

- Rugrats.

- Kick Buttowski.

- Campamento Lakebottom.

- Yin Yang Yo!

- Doug Narinas.

- Ruby Gloom

- Los padrinos magicos.

- Kit vs. Kat

- Los Grafitos

- Creepie

- Mona Vampiro

- La mosca Maggie

- Las chicas super poderosas.

- Chowder.

- Ben 10.

- Phineas y Ferb.

- Las maravillosas desventuras de Flapjack.

- Hora de aventura.

- Un show más.

- Invasor Zim.

- El increíble mundo de Gumball.

- The Loud House.

- Star vs. las fuerzas del mal.

- Rick and Morty.

- Gravity Falls.

- Los Simpson.

- Daria.

- Padre de familia.

- Futurama.

- South Park.

- (Des)encanto.

- BoJack Horseman.

[quandolarte]

Leda era una principessa, figlia del sovrano Testio e nipote di Ares, dio greco della guerra e ninfa, secondo Apollodoro.

Dotata di straordinaria bellezza, Leda attirò l'amore di molti nobili e re ma rispose solo a quello del re di Sparta, Tindaro, al quale si fidanzò in matrimonio.

La futura regina di Sparta, nel giorno del suo matrimonio, era così felice e rilassata, che decise di fare una passeggiata intorno al lago, pieno di bellissimi animali, come anatre, cigni, tra gli altri, situato all'interno dell'area di un foresta gigante che circondava il palazzo reale.

Si scopre che Zeus, vedendo tanta bellezza nella bellezza di un semplice mortale, si innamorò immediatamente.

Sapeva però che la gioia e l'entusiasmo di Leda sarebbero stati un ostacolo insormontabile alle sue alate parole d'amore e alle sue dichiarazioni di intensa passione.

Tuttavia, vedendola seduta sulla riva del lago pieno di animali, si trasforma nel più bel cigno e scende dalla cima dell'Olimpo direttamente al lago dove si trovava la principessa.

Così, nuotando lentamente verso la sua amata, annida il suo lungo, morbido e bellissimo collo sulle calde gambe di Leda, che rimane incantata dall'animale e ricambia le carezze sulle sue calde cosce, accarezzando l'animale.

Il cigno continua ad accarezzare il bel corpo della futura regina di Sparta, che ne rimane sempre più incantata ed emozionata.

Infine, Leda lascia che il bellissimo animale si sistemi sulle sue ginocchia e, lasciando cadere la tunica, si dona con amore appassionato al bellissimo cigno: sono momenti di estremo piacere e un delirio d'amore per la principessa che sembra non avere fine.

Dopo alcuni istanti di estasi divina, l'animale si avvinghia al collo della principessa e si allontana.

Di ritorno al lago, il cigno offre un altro spettacolo alla principessa: si solleva, con tutto il suo potente e bellissimo corpo da cigno, dall'acqua e, sotto le zampe, esegue una bellissima danza in onore della sua amata, come se le dicesse che sarà il suo protettore per tutta la vita, e nuota di nuovo nel lago finché non scompare.

In questa prima notte di nozze, Leda va a letto anche con il suo recente marito, Tindaro, e pochi mesi dopo dà alla luce due figli di Zeus, gli immortali Elena e Polluce e due figli di Tindaro, Castore e Clitemenestra.

"Leda e il cigno - Orli Ivanov”

[jaronxlordashcombe]

this is totally Jaron to Imogen if she would have picked Castor

[whumpacabra]

Whumpy Stories I Enjoy In No Particular Order :]

This will be updated as I get caught up on my current reading/find the energy to go diving through my archive for older pieces that live in my head rent free.

Largely scifi, fantasy, heroes and villains, with a sprinkling of realism, immortality, and eldritch thrown in for good measure.

Science Fiction:

Dystopia -

Biodrones by @just-horrible-things

Weapons Don't Weep by @wolfeyedwitch

Living Weapon: 327 by @whumpy-daydreams

Space Politics -

Dust by @redwhump

The Martyr by @whump-me

Riot Kings (comic, Hand in Hand AU) by @befuddled-calico-whump

*The Sentry and the Strays by @promptsforyourwhumpfic

Fantasy:

Gozukk and Anna, Castor and Ed by @whimperwoods

The Blackmuir Reign by @deluxewhump

Heroes and Villains:

With Bloody Outstretched Hands by @wolfeyedwitch

*Kyle by @whimperwoods

Behind the Masks by @whumpering-heights

Left Behind by @justbreakonme

Wildfire by @befuddled-calico-whump

Darkness Falls by @turn-the-tables-on-them

Hazeshift by @whumpwillow

Alex & Friends [Pat, Aeroseph] by @i-eat-worlds

Immortals and Monsters:

Waking Nightmare by @whumpering-heights

the cave-diving thing by @whumpwillow

Immortal Drowning by @whumpering-heights

*Bloody Ascension by @ash-and-bone-whump

Modern Mercenaries, Mobs, and Spies:

The Kid by @winedark-whump

Zach and Archer by @redstainedsocks

*The Investigator by @whumpy-bi

*I can't find an official masterpost by the op so I have linked the unique tag I use for archiving purposes of each story on my blog

[latinlizard]

Catullus 4

Winslow Homer The Flirt, 1874

Phaselvs ille, quem uidetis, hospites, This sailing boat, whom you see, guests This sailin bohut, who yi see, guests, ait fuisse nauium celerrimus, it claims that it was once the fastest of the ships, it clayems that it wuz once the quickest bowut, neque ullius natantis impetum trabis nor could any swimming timber neeva culd eny swimmin timba

nequisse praeterire, siue palmulis were they able to pass, even with palms was thih able to pass, even wv parms opus foret uolare siue linteo. by flying with that or with canvas. by flyin wiv tha or with cavnis. et hoc negat minacis Hadriatici and he denies that the threatening Adriatic nd eeh denayes that thi threatenin Adriatic negare litus insulasue Cycladas shore can deny, thre Cyc;adic islands shaw can denaye, te Cycladic ayelands Rhodumque nobilem horridamque Thraciam and noble Rhodes and hrace nd nobull Rhodes and Thrace

Propontida trucemue Ponticum sinum, with Propontis shivering to the Pontic gulf, wiv Propontis shiv-a-rin to thi Pontic gulf, ubi iste post phaselus antea fuit where he, the boat to be, previously was weh eeh, the bohut ti bee, previously was comata silua; nam Cytorio in iugo hairy wood; for on Cytorus' both airy wuld; cos on Cytrous bofe loquente saepe sibilum edidit coma. often spoke his hair in a loud whistle. oftin spowk is air inn a lawd wissle. Amastri Pontica et Cytore buxifer, Pontic Amastris and Cytorus boxclad, Pontic Amastris nd Cytorus boxclad, tibi haec fuisse et esse cognitissima to you these things were and still are best known ti yee these things were nd still ar best knawn ait phaselus: ultima ex origine the boat claims: from the very first origin thi bohut claims: from thi very first origin tuo stetisse dicit in cacumine, he says that he stood at your summit, eeh sez that eeh stud at ya sum-it, tuo imbuisse palmulas in aequore, your sea in which he dipped his small palms, ya sea that eeh dipped is smahl palms in tee, et inde tot per impotentia freta and from there through so many threatening passages nd from theh through sow many thretnin ways erum tulisse, laeua siue dextera protecting, whether from left or right protecting, weva from left ah reet uocaret aura, siue utrumque Iuppiter the breeze calls, whether juppiter thi breeze cals, weva jupitter simul secundus incidisset in pedem; at once fell on both of his feet; aal tugeva fell on bowf feet;

neque ulla uota litoralibus deis nor were there vows to the gods of the shores neither was vows ti the gods of thi coasts sibi esse facta, cum ueniret a mari made, when he came from the sea maid, wen eeh came from thi sea nouissimo hunc ad usque limpidum lacum. towards this very clear lake. towahds this proper clear layke sed haec prius fuere: nunc recondita but these were things of the past: now he grows but thees were things of thi past: now eeh groes senet quiete seque dedicat tibi, in quiet retirement and he devotes himself to you, in quiet retyament nd eeh devotes imself ti yi, gemelle Castor et gemelle Castoris. twin Castor and twin of Castor. twin Casr-ah and twina Cast-ah.

Translated from Latin (R. A. B. Mynors (ed.), Oxford Classical Texts: C. Valerii Catulli: Carmina) into English and then into Geordie dialect.

[mariemcreau]

listen, not only one of the main admins is the admin of an hp rp, they also use bella hadid as a fc. the admins of that server is so holier than thou but will turn around and do what they’re telling others not to. i mean, they were castor’s friends until her actions were widely known.

Tell me you support TERF, anti-LGBTQ+, ED, the right and more without telling me.