#headache thoughts

[snowe-zolynn-rogers]

Y’all know those things like ‘if your favorite hero character showed up and asked you to come with them would you go with them?’ thing?

I raise a different version.

If you stumbled into your favorite villain character of your favorite story before they became the villain, would you befriend them and steer them away from being evil or send them even further on their path to evil?

[callipraxia]

Lying down with a headache, as you do, thoughts tumbling about my head as they are wont to do on such occasions, and realized:

1) lots of stuff in Journal 3 was written in invisible ink that shows up under a blacklight.

2) Ink is a whole world unto itself (there are whole blogs that are about nothing but ink; since I less getting a headache, I probably derived far too much amusement from observing the different properties of inks in water while cleaning my nib units) but invisible ink that can be used safely in a pen is, to the best of my knowledge (I did some research while contemplating, er, annotating a copy of the Journal), a relatively rare bird.

3) Ford draws a picture of an inkwell for sure at one point in the Journal, along with a candle at a particularly creepy moment. I went and checked, and yep, the inkwell had a quill in it.

What this means is: Ford spent his days trying to poke holes in space-time with hyper-advanced engineering, then at night he wrote about it using the same implements as Jane Austen. Not even a fountain pen, or the type of dip pen calligraphers usually use now, a descent of the wooden holders with interchangeable nibs that came around in the 1840s, I think. A quill pen. A sharp bird feather.

I have written with a quill pen myself before…because I can’t hear of a writing tool and not try it out at least once unless the price is utterly beyond the reach of reason. It was usually a…frustrating experience even compared to my Victorian-style dip pen (a wooden holder with some finial carving and used with a nib shaped like a pointing hand), never mind the easy delights of writing with most of my fountain pens. To write and draw all the stuff visible in the blacklight journal with a quill, when you were not brought up in the quill age and therefore probably aren’t especially trained with one…that’s dedication, that is. Pity it was being used to keep information from a demon which could just possess him and go through his possessions with a blacklight at will, really….

[swiftgemstone]

I feel like I don't draw fast enough. Am I too much of a perfectionist to just whip up something and post it?

[qvert]

So uh... I've been busy... studying

You know any of the times I've complained about Vis secret soft ingredient? Well I certainly hope/suspect I've learned smth after this :D

Things I have definitely learned however:

Despite being the small one she is still just 2/3 legs which is INSANE

Her chin is way more pointed than I thought!

Her Hair is also usually bigger than initially thought

Eyebrows are always crunched :D

Her shoulders are quite slim actually! Bulky and round but still kind of slim!

Biceps for days though :))

And very cute butt

...No 6pack actually but im SO okay with that - give that woman some nutrients

At this point I hate those bandages almost as much as Caitlyn probably does

[jaymilepland]

We need more game characters with huge tiddies, but like, them not being a horny symbol in the game

[morganbritton132]

Look, Eddie and Hopper have this whole song and dance thing going on. They’ve been doing it for years.

Hopper is the small town cop that acts like he’s tired of Eddie’s shit but is actually secretly amused by him. Eddie is the misunderstood outcast that’s a little misguided but good at heart.

It’s their thing.

Hopper catches him doing bad shit, drives him around in the back of his truck like he’s taking him to the station. They talk. Hopper lets him go a block from Forest Hills.

That’s it. That’s the thing.

Why is Hopper suddenly spending all his ‘Eddie time’ focused on Steve Harrington and his busted up face? Why is Hopper in the parking lot of Malvald’s, giving Harrington shit for driving with a concussion when he’s said nothing about Eddie’s busted taillight?

Honestly, it’s bullshit.

“This is bullshit,” Eddie declares in the backseat of Hopper’s cruiser, windows rolled down because he smells like weed and trespassing. Eddie throws himself forward, sticking his head between the front seats like, “Why does he get to sit up front?”

“I’m not a criminal,” Harrington muttered, slouched down. “I’m a hostage. I’m being held hostage.”

“I’m being falsely accused too.”

“Neither of you are being accused of anything,” Hopper finally speaks up. “And you’re not falsely accused of anything, Munson. I saw you trespassing at Hawkins Lab with my eyes. Steve…shut up.”

“Oh, he’s ’Steve’ now but I’m just ‘Munson?’ Favoritism at its finest.”

“Dude, he doesn’t even like me,” Steve says, finally looking at Eddie. “He broke into my house and took me to get tortured.”

“I took you to get a hearing test.”

“Torture,” Steve emphasizes and then a beat later, “You still got your, uh, stuff?”

“Nah, the cop took my stash,” Eddie says but giving Steve a sign that he clearly has more on him.

“Bummer,” Steve replies and then turns back around in his seat. “You can drop Eddie off with me, Hop.”

[neonscrapyard]

happy thoughts, psyduck!

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[sunderwight]

Shen Qingqiu gets hit by a rare wife plot.

And it actually is a rare one because Airplane didn't even write this one down! He toyed with the idea before ultimately dismissing it as being too controversial for the tastes of his readers, and adapting only a few of the same elements for a subsequent chapter of PIDW.

But apparently the System can pull inspiration even from the author's thoughts, especially when there's nothing to contradict the concept and even a few threads of it still to be found in the original, and somehow Shen Qingqiu runs afoul of this previously-unwritten plot bunny.

The core concept was a cuck scenario, of all things. One of the Luo Binghe's wives gets afflicted by a poison that can only be cured by dual cultivation, but specifically can't be cured by by dual cultivation with anyone who has mastery over demonic qi. Something something conflicting energies, something bullshit something. Peerless Cucumber would have ripped the chapter to shreds if it had actually made it to publication, not just for the insult of implying that Luo Binghe should let one of his wives sleep with someone else, but also because why would Luo Binghe -- able to use both kinds of cultivation -- somehow not be able to keep his demonic energies from influencing the situation just in this one case?

Well it turns out that in his specific case it's because sex gets him too worked up to keep things strictly separate, and the degree of control required to treat the affliction whilst dual cultivating is extensive enough that even a little slip-up would be fatal.

Of course, in the actual chapter of PIDW, this same plot device was altered and used to create a harem orgy where Luo Binghe oversaw several of his wives "treating" one another's "afflictions", but Shen Qingqiu just had to go and get a fatal of dose of the more severe version (he didn't realize the risk, because again, this version didn't even make it into the novel).

Anyway, of course this ends up with Shen Qingqiu trying to figure out another way to cheat death, while Luo Binghe goes through the five stages of grief before accepting that he's just going to have to let someone else fuck his husband. This leads to an argument because of course Shen Qingqiu's not going to cheat on Luo Binghe, and he's especially not going to force one of his martial siblings to sleep with him, come on now, and Luo Binghe trying not to cry tears of blood while bringing himself to explain that a fair few of Shen Qingqiu's sect siblings would be happy volunteers for this task.

Shen Qingqiu's just like, well of course you think that, for some bizarre reason you think everyone wants to sleep with me. Bias is what it is. Really it's flattering Binghe but obviously every other person we know is straight, that's just statistics, and everyone in the entire cultivation world knows that Qi Qingqi would sooner chew glass than have sex with a man!

Luo Binghe, weeping now: Shizun please. This is serious. I need you speak words that make sense in the order you're saying them.

They argue, they reach an impasse, the clock is ticking. So Luo Binghe reluctantly turns to the most reliable source of information (outside of himself) on Manipulating Shen Qingqiu to Do Things That Are in His Own Best Interests -- Shang Qinghua.

At first Shang Qinghua is like, well I'm flattered Junshang but I don't think I could shoulder the baggage of fucking Cucumber-bro for you. But then Luo Binghe is like no I need someone who is way hotter and more capable than you, if Shizun is going to fuck someone else at my behest they're going to be TOP TIER so that when I fuck him better afterwards he's really impressed with me. Liu Qingge, obviously.

Not Yue Qingyuan, Shang Qinghua asks? (He'd take the insult a little more personally but honestly he's just relieved that he's not being asked to navigate this social minefield.)

No, Luo Binghe says. He's not 100% sure he could beat Yue Qingyuan in a fight even to this day, which in his mind also translates to not being 100% sure he could do sex better than him either, so Yue Qingyuan is an emergency last resort. He's way more likely to cry on Shizun too and Shen Qingqiu is into that shit, it's too risky.

Alright, says Shang Qinghua, and he thinks about it, and then he comes up with the beautifully simple solution:

Luo Binghe has to fuck Liu Qingge first.

Because of course the crux of the issue is that even with permission, Shen Qingqiu doesn't want to cheat on Luo Binghe. But in the twisted annals of his mind, Luo Binghe himself is still entitled to a harem, even if Luo Binghe is also happily monogamous in this life. So if he shacks up with Liu Qingge first then Liu Qingge essentially joins Luo Binghe's harem, at which point if Shen Qingqiu sleeps with him it's not an affair, it's the gay version of those fanservice-y 3P scenes that the wives in PIDW did. Shang Qinghua translates the concept as best as he can to Luo Binghe, who -- though slightly dubious -- must accept that so far Shang Qinghua's wisdom hasn't steered him wrong with regards to his shizun's eccentricities.

Luo Binghe's mission: seduce Liu Qingge, or at least convince him to have sex, or possibly to lie and (convincingly!) tell Shen Qingqiu that they had sex. That last one is the longest shot so he's probably going to have to just fuck him (Luo Binghe still underestimates how willing his husband is to believe that just about anyone would have sex with him).

Shang Qinghua's mission: convince Shen Qingqiu that he owes his husband steamy threeway gay sex or something so that this plan he pulled out of his ass doesn't backfire and get him killed.

[teaboot]

Okay so I may have been struggling under a miscommunication issue

[snowe-zolynn-rogers]

My brain is making the Circus song noise. Ya know, the Entry of the Gladiators thing.

Which is weird because I haven’t texted my ex recently.

Guess my brain is a clown as am I.

[callipraxia]

So, ‘fun’ (loud whisper: not fun) fact about me: if the barometric pressure goes up, I tend to get rather awful headaches. They’re usually only about a three or four on the pain scale, nothing like the stress-induced migraines I used to get in high school, but they come with a whole host of other sucky symptoms and, crucially, do not seem to respond to medicine at all. They’re just there until they aren’t, leaving my coordination shot, my mental processing excruciatingly slow, my attention span next to non-existent, my perception of time completely divorced from the clock…etc etc. Not good.

I’ve been grappling with one all day today, and it’s only about 60% gone, which is why I won’t judge the quality of the writing idea I had earlier right now…but if these things have an upside, it’s that my thinking makes all kinds of strange connections it normally wouldn’t, providing interesting material to think about, if I am lucky and can remember anything about it *after* the headache….gotta start keeping a ‘try to remember to jot down headache thoughts’ notebook or something. In any case, today’s random connection was between “fountain pen ink colors voted into the Diamine lineup by the r/fountainpens subreddit in recent years” and “hey, I could make that the title of a one-shot!”

Three of the four I know about worked quite well. “Earl Grey” and “Writer’s Blood” both could go nicely enough with episodes of younger Ford, and “Sailor’s Warning” can be made to work for something at just about any point in the GF timeline. The only not-obvious one is… “Celadon Cat.” I know I spent several hours of my headache musing over what I could possibly make that one into. I do not remember if I ever came up with an idea, but anyone who can is welcome to it.

[bisclavret]

this was crazy. can we all agree that this was crazy

[once-in-a-blood-moon]

Being immortal and married to Solomon means that every century that passes, you both hold a little ceremony on the anniversary of your wedding day to renew your vows.

You both get dressed in the attire you wore from the first wedding, kept away safely for special occasions like these. Solomon’s heart stops every. single. time. he sees you as those same old feelings of pure awe return as if he were marrying you for the first time all over again. Of course, you feel much of the same seeing him with his hair slicked back, knowing he only does that for very important occasions. That pretty shade of pink (a shade you’ve come to favor), dusts his cheeks the moment you both lock eyes…and it’s nothing short of beautiful.

Declarations are shared from memory, though no two declarations are the same. You both always have something new to say to the other, whether it’s of fond memories of the experiences you’ve had throughout the years or of feelings that never cease to grow. Anyone who gets to witness this moment will believe that no two souls are more perfect together than yours and Solomon’s. You both just glow from the sweetness of the day as you welcome in a new century of love and joy together.

[rin-rin-kururin]

different tongues

no thought bubbles version

[jaymilepland]

-looks up bridget r34

-femboy

-im pissed

-actually look at the image

-ah, she's railing a femboy, carry on

[jojo-the-bird]

I think I’m depriving myself of the life I could have to the life I make myself believe I’m bound to.