#conditional block

[industrialdyke]

hey if you're writing an oc/hc with a disability please don't tag every fucking post you mention them in with the awareness tags for said disability? or the actually[condition] tags?? you're clogging up the spaces we use to communicate. it's rude, even more so when it's a rare condition

[fennelwasp]

P1 clara route oh my god

[doumidas-whumps]

keep your hands down.

[nyehilismwriting]

going through my inbox at work in the middle of the day when tumblr is at her deadest. it's just the three of us here rn

[souryam]

so interesting to me that people use the prophecy and harry being born to defeat voldemort as this idea that jily was predestined to exist, as if the things that made it possible for harry to have the hability to defeat voldemort did not all came down to snape loving lily so much he risked his life to ask voldemort to spare her which made her able to sacrifice herself and in consequence gave harry the love protection necessary to defeat voldemort. there were probably dozens of men and women that defied voldemort 3 times, so many babies born at the end of July. even the potters were an arbitrary decision, as we see with the longbottoms existing. but there was only one Lily and one Severus

[serpentface]

Retconned Wardi firearms- a basic handgun, a highly decorative ceremonial handgun (belonging to Faiza), and a lance-gun.

Gun tech has officially been nerfed down to hand cannons (press F) (this has been a long time coming but I'd been fallacy of sunk costs-ing myself out of retconning).

Handguns are held similarly to a shotgun, with the butt pressed into the user's shoulder, one hand gripping under the barrel, and the other free to ignite the gunpowder. These represent the most advanced firearms in contemporary usage, both in make and in their use of uniform iron projectiles built to match the gun's bore for greater range and efficiency. Lance-guns are the more basal form, usually larger and mounted with the pole held over the shoulder, and are most effectively used by two people (one to hold and aim, one to light the gunpowder).

The spread of firearms is currently mostly limited to the Eastern Inner Seaway peoples (with some additional distribution via overland trade), and actual manufacture of hand cannons and gunpowder at Significant scale is limited to the region's core powers.

The reason for this limited spread is partially due to specific elements of the technology's history. Gunpowder was first synthesized by Burri alchemists and considered to be the discovery of the legendary divine weapon + solar fire of the deity Inanariya, and its formula (along with techniques for ideally refining its components) remained a closely guarded state secret. It was used predominantly in priestly contexts to generate flame and explosive sounds (in conjunction with earlier practices of generating multicolored flames with use of other chemicals), then integrated into combustible weaponry in the forms of fire lances, which would eventually develop into early handcannons.

The treatment of gunpowder as a guarded sacred or semi-sacred substance continued with Wardi adoption, where knowledge of its making is considered a closed rite. It's name (inya tsatsul or just tsatsul, a derived adoption of the Burri iñazatsūya) still reflects a divine solar association (the Burri word means 'sun's thunder', the Wardi 'inya' invokes the sun, 'tsatsul' is an adapted loanword and has no meaning independent of the substance itself), though its priestly use is now predominantly associated with the firearm'ed Odonii (rather than priests of the solar Face Inyamache). The composition of gunpowder can no longer be regarded as a Secret by any means, though efforts to obscure the methods of its creation are still moderately successful and has kept knowledge of gunpowder manufacture more limited than the total sphere of firearm usage itself.

The actual strongest limiting factor of firearm usage is the rarity of natural saltpeter deposits necessary for making gunpowder. The practice of actively producing saltpeter via nitraries has not been developed anywhere in the setting, and all is instead obtained via natural sources. These sources are rare and limited within the current spread of firearm technology, and result in gunpowder being a limited and expensive substance to produce. The weapons themselves are also very expensive to manufacture (a good quality steel SWORD is far too material-cost prohibitive for most people to own), particularly high quality firearms designed for use with standardized ammunition.

These guns are also very basal, and logistical difficulties in their use (weight, very slow loading and firing speed, high visibility, Relatively low reach and accuracy) along with the restrictive cost of production has kept firearms far from rendering conventional weaponry, armor, and projectiles obsolete (even within the societies that have access to them). They are still, however, very devastating in use within their contemporary context, particularly in that high quality guns have a longer range than the best arrow-based projectiles, and utterly negate most contemporary forms of armor at close range.

[sofiaruelle]

Obsessed with my neighbours's absolute chonkeritto!!! Been bribing him with food and treats so he'll be a permanent housemate.

When he's in our house his name is Erikson (the Arikison)😻. And not to dead name him, but like his real name is Ruben.

Also yes we know about the skin condition. We're trying to coax him to trust us more so we can take him to the vet.

[zoswriting]

✦ ‘if you ask an axolotl…’

⤷ synopsis : you figured out the best way to put shoto to sleep in seconds.

⤷ a/n : a quick drabble, just to try and get myself writing again (i knew this would happen), but this is based off of that one axolotl song on tiktok. if you don’t know what i’m talking about, i mean this. it’s been stuck in my head for way too long and i swear, it silences every thought i have.

⤷ warnings : fluff, not proofread (nothing is proofread anymore, i can’t be bothered for that shit), on that note i have no idea if this makes sense because it’s late, shoto’s essentially just a big baby, i feel like he’d have no idea around lullabies, poor baby didn’t get any growing up, i don’t know what else to put here, have fun

‘there’s an axolotl on the pink— stairs. is an axolotl supposed to be— there? if you ask an axolotl, if they’ll be back tomorrow…’ was all that would run through your head. you could be doing anything; trying to clean, working, trying to sleep, every day tasks, and that damn, soothing-ass song would be engrained into your brain.

you’d find yourself singing it out loud at the most random times, too. watching tv? making dinner? showering? a pink axolotl was mentioned in at least every thought of yours. and now it consumed shoto’s too.

the first time he’d heard you find the video, it was late at night. both of you were trying to sleep, and he was watching you as you scrolled on tiktok endlessly. it’s not like he was tired—yea, he knew he should probably be asleep, but it’s not like it was too late, and it’s not like he was fighting to keep his eyes open either. but the minute the second line played? he was out like a light.

he’d woken up feeling so utterly refreshed, still laying in the same position he fell asleep in—on his side right beside you, his chin still on your shoulder. this was the best sleep he’s had in days, weeks even, and he kept trying to figure what he did differently. was it because you were there? no, you were always there, always asleep next to him. was it because you washed his hair for him that day? yea, it gets him relaxed, but you’ve done it countless times and he’s never got these results. so what was it that was different?

and then he heard you singing it for the next week, and every time you did in that soft, gentle voice of yours, clearly mirroring the tone of the video, he’d find himself yawning. he’d find that his mind would clear of any thoughts and suddenly, he was losing his focus in the best, most needed way possible. soon enough, he chalked it up to it being the song, but he’d never understand why.

days later, he’d ask for you to ‘play that song’. you were confused the first time, wondering whatever he meant, but when he loaded up the short track on your phone and he fell asleep immediately, you quickly caught on. and just as quick as you caught on, it turned into a weapon even quicker.

you get into a silly little argument about some small thing you both know is stupid? in the middle of him talking, you’re playing the video and he’s quick to shut up.

“love, that’s not fair. that’s my kryptonite, you know tha—” his sentences would always be cut off by a yawn (the man probably ended up pavlov-ing himself because he’d use it to fall asleep so often) and you’d just stand there with a cocky smirk, trying your hardest not to laugh, whilst he glared at you.

you need him to do something and he decides to be an asshole and say no? ‘there’s an axolotl on th—‘

“fine, fine, i’ll do it,” he’d grumble, hating—but secretly loving—that you’ve caught on to his weak point so quickly.

on nights where you feel like he’s stressed, tense, or just needs something, even when he thinks he’s fine, you’ll tuck his head under your chin and play with his hair, gently humming the tune of the song. some might consider that cringe, but you’d do it a million times for him if it means he’ll be softly snoring, his shoulders immediately un-tensing before you have a chance to start the song again.

‘we’ll see you, tomorrow.’

[meowdei]

Btw if you’re any form of non sharing and you know we like the same characters please just do me a favor and do not follow me. Like at all. I do not want to make mutuals and have drama over sharing vs non sharing nonsense I am too grown for that please and thank you

[thewordsarestuckinmyhead]

i think i need to sit in high school exam conditions again. maybe then will i actually make progress on my novel.

[confusedpaladin]

the thing that will always make me feel good about watching and enjoying rwby is the combination of compelling, inviting worldbuilding and the unashamed and throughly earnest belief that its cool and based to love people

[heylena]

Anddd she's finally on the blocking mat

[estebunny]

commentary on esteban ocon's brazil gp lead and wet track performance

via F1TV main stream

[sapphosscribe]

So…. No chapter update today.

Despite best efforts, it’s just not ready and I’d rather hold on to it and give you guys something really good that I’m happy with than something blah that I throw out just to have it done.

Patience. The next update is coming this week and it will be a big one. 😉

[smtmsthnk]

"wwx is the one stirring shit up and jc is left cleaning up after his mistakes" name me the scene. name me one fucking scene where it happens. where does he take responsibility for wwx's "mistakes"?

"but wwx's actions lead to jc losing jyl" it was her decision. it was jyl's decision to save wwx, to show him that there is at least one person in the whole world that still cares for him enough to protect him. was it a good move? no. was it the only one she could make? yes.

and don't forget that by "mistakes" you should mean not only wwx's use of ghost cultivation but also him saving the wens from fucking labour camps where they were being murdered indiscriminately. and jc clearly cleaned up for wwx's mistakes by leading the siege to kill all those ppl, huh. maybe if you think like this then the statement is actually true.

I'm so tired of this shit, really. I don't even want to talk about jc, I don't want to think about him, I don't want to argue. but it's so sad and infuriating how ppl continue to defend him when his answer to the problem — what should you do when you know there is injustice in the world — is to leave ppl to their suffering as long as you don't like them and/or it doesn't concern you. everyone is so focused on the "complex brotherly relationship" between wwx and jc (which is neither brotherly nor really complex, especially after the sunshot campaign) that they forget — or decide to forget, which is fucking worse — about the slaughter of innocent people

[thesandsofelsweyr]

fun idea: imagine the joker conditioning jason to respond to an audio trigger.

maybe it's to drop to his knees whenever he hears a particular set of footsteps. maybe when he hears a trigger phrase, he loses the ability to speak for 60 seconds. maybe it's something even more invasive, like training him to draw his own blood or vomit up whatever's in his stomach on command. whatever it is, the joker loves seeing just how much he can condition his trembling starling.

months later, jason has escaped from arkham. he's found a space to live and new clothes and people to interact with. he's pulled a little bit of a life together. he thinks, sometimes, that the worst memories are starting to fade. except -

one day he hears his old trigger, out of the blue. and he reacts. instantly. it's like the last few months haven't even happened - he's back in the cell with him, covered in crusted sweat, his body obeying automatically. in fact, as jason's body reacts, the emotion that overwhelms him isn't even fear, but relief at the familiar memory, relief at finally having an instruction he can follow.

it's only until after he's regained his senses that jason feels the violation.

I've been sitting on this one, hoping I could add something to it but it's too perfect for my commentary 😍

(Okay, maybe one lil note: in my 'verse Joker has Jay trained to drop to his hands and knees when he visits Jay's cell as part of the dog game.....)