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[ohsweetflips]

on the one hand i love harping and moaning over missed opportunities for previous dragon age companion cameos bc sometimes bioware really whiffs it (i long for the world where merrill is the eluvian expert instead of morrigan) but. on the other hand. sometimes it’s like. why would that character show up. answer quickly. the answer can’t be that it’s because you like them. it feels very reminiscent of having to accept that our wardens will never make another appearance.

[everywherestrs]

You make your ingame character look like him. Pt. 2

Sylus

You had just stepped through the threshold of Onychinus's base and were ready to collapse to your knees from exhaustion. Somehow, you managed to summon the last bits of strength and make it to the bedroom where you immediately sprawled across the bed, utterly drained.

This week had been nothing short of hellish, judging by how overloaded you were. Though, to be fair, you had only yourself to blame. You’d willingly stayed later than others, taken on extra tasks—all for the promise of a slightly larger paycheck at the end of the month.

The reason? Your latest obsession: a new video game. Or more specifically, a limited-edition weapon pack. Not that you really needed it for gameplay, but it would look absolutely perfect on your avatar.

Why torture yourself like that when you had a rich and loving boyfriend for whom a small in-game donation wouldn’t even register as a blip on his bank statement? Because that avatar was exactly the reason you didn’t dare mention the game to Sylus.

It had started innocently. You were bored, saw a post online of someone playing it, and curiosity got the better of you. You downloaded the game, made an avatar resembling yourself, and played for a few hours. But later that day, you had plans with Sylus.

Naturally, Sylus wouldn’t be Sylus if he didn’t spend the entire evening teasing you endlessly.

You weren’t sure what came over you when you got home, but before you realized it, you had picked up your phone, created a second avatar with silver hair and red eyes, and launched him off the highest cliff you could find in the game.

Strangely enough... It was oddly satisfying.

And that’s how it began. Any time Sylus teased you a little too much or you had a minor argument, you’d whip out your phone, switch to your second avatar, and kill him in increasingly creative ways.

Originally, Mini-Sylus was supposed to be a rare sight on your account. Brief, silly. But before you knew it, you found yourself switching to him even for simple missions. Your original avatar was starting to collect dust while his was showered in accessories, outfits, and a camera roll filled with that little arrogant, smirking face.

You’d sworn to yourself you’d never tell Sylus what you were up to. Because you knew exactly how he’d respond: “Oh? One of me wasn’t enough, kitten, so you made a pocket-sized version?”

Just the thought of him saying that, with his signature smirk, made a shiver run down your spine.

Now, you were lying on your stomach, booting up the game. And right on cue, that too-familiar face greeted you on the loading screen.

—…This is all your fault.

You mumbled under your breath, but still tapped open the shop, your eyes locked on the exact amount of crystals you needed for that crimson revolver.

Once the payment went through, you pulled the weapon banner—and soon, your screen gleamed with the image of the prize you’d been chasing. You equipped it immediately, took a few fresh screenshots, then finally set your phone down and sighed. The adrenaline high of getting the wanted weapon was wearing off, and the exhaustion of the week was pressing down harder than ever.

You didn’t even notice when you dozed off—your phone still lit up, the game still running.

The first thing you noticed was a faint, familiar set of beeps. At first, you ignored them, turning over. But the beeps grew louder, and your eyes slowly fluttered open.

The scene in front of you: Sylus sitting at your bedside. With your phone in his hands. With the game open.

You had never sat up that fast in your life.

You lunged forward in a panic, trying to grab the phone, but Sylus, almost like he sensed it coming, pulled it out of your reach.

—Sylus!

He let out a soft chuckle.

—What is it, kitten? I was just curious what ‘Little Forest’ was… after I got a message about you spending $150 on it.

You froze. Your brain blanked for a second as you processed his words.

Then it hit you. Your face went pale.

You’d forgotten to change the payment method.

Weeks ago, you had jokingly asked Sylus if you could order some cute cat stickers to plaster all over his motorcycle. Of course, he said you could do whatever you wanted. At the time, you were already eyeing that revolver pack, so you’d entered his card info and said, “Well, technically I’m buying it for your bike, so you should pay.”

And apparently… you forgot to delete the card. Your phone had saved the details.

Now you sat frozen in place while Sylus clearly tried (and failed) to contain his amusement. His eyes sparkled with mischief as he returned his gaze to your screen, to the character on it.

—Honestly? I’m flattered. You paid such close attention to the details. You even gave him his own crow companion.

Your face heated up instantly with embarrassment. You cursed your past self for immediately thinking of Mephisto when you saw that crow accessory in the shop.

—But there’s one thing I don’t get…

He continued, turning to you and slowly leaning closer.

You instinctively began to retreat until your back hit the headboard. Sylus trapped you there with one hand on the bed beside your head and brought the phone up to your face with the other. He leaned in, voice a whisper against your ear.

—Why am I wearing cat ears and a tail?

Yeah.

It was going to be a very long night.

And now, until the servers shut down—or you finally delete the game—you’ll be haunted by this shameful memory forever.

Caleb

You hadn’t even realized how much of your free time had been swallowed up by it.

That video game.

A game you thought you’d play for a few days at most—something casual, something to pass the time. And yet, here you were now, logging in every day without fail, claiming your rewards and completing your daily commissions with religious discipline.

Whenever you were sent on extended missions, you always knew you could rely on your friends, Tara or Simon, to help cover for you.

Only this time… there was a problem.

You were currently standing in the airport with both of them, preparing to board a flight. The three of you were being deployed for a field assignment, and as per protocol, you had to turn in your civilian phones.

That’s when the realization hit you.

“Who’s going to claim my rewards?!”

You started to panic, frantically cycling through options in your head. And then, like a divine light, one name came to you.

Without hesitation, you opened your chat with him and quickly typed a message:

“Caleb!”

“Help!”

“What is it, pipsqueak?”

“Something bad happened?”

“It might happen soon!!”

“I’ll be gone for a while, can you please log into a game and play a little for me?”

The typing bubble appeared… then disappeared.

Your nerves were fraying fast—the boarding line was getting shorter, and your chance to explain everything was slipping away.

Then finally, the notification came.

“Okay, pipsqueak :)”

You exhaled in relief, a grateful smile forming on your face as you quickly sent him your login details.

The rest of your time was a whirlwind of work. Long hours, constant movement. But by the end of the mission, you were finally allowed to use your phone again.

Your first instinct was to send Caleb a quick message letting him know you’d be back soon.

To your surprise, he suggested that instead of heading straight back to Linkon City, you visit him in Skyhaven for a few days by that time he will have time off. You agreed without a second thought.

Every day after that, you looked forward to the reunion with increasing anticipation.

As you waited for your luggage, you messaged Caleb:

“I landed.”

“I’m waiting for my luggage and then driving straight to you.”

The reply came almost instantly.

“That’s great. Can’t wait to meet you!”

[Image Attached]

You smiled, warmth blooming in your chest—until your eyes dropped to the photo.

It was a screenshot from your game.

Your avatar stood proudly on-screen, and behind them, spelled out in colorful flowers, were the words:

“I missed you”

But that wasn’t what made your smile falter and your stomach drop.

The avatar… looked exactly like the person who had been “taking care” of it the past few days.

You stared at the screen in disbelief, not knowing whether to laugh or run.

Just then, out of the corner of your eye, you saw your suitcase come down the carousel. You grabbed it, suddenly unsure if you even wanted to go to Caleb’s… or if you should just book the next flight back to Linkon City.

But the choice was taken out of your hands when your phone buzzed again.

Another photo.

This time it was a close-up of your avatar’s face.

And behind it, spelled in flowers:

“Are you coming soon?”

You paid the taxi and dragged yourself—along with your bags—to the front door of Caleb’s house.

Each step felt heavier than the last. His voice already echoed in your head, teasing and smug.

You entered the code and stepped inside, locking the door behind you.

Footsteps approached and soon, the tall silhouette of Caleb appeared in front of you.

—Welcome back. I hope your mission went without a hitch.

—Yeah… everything went fine…

You replied a bit uncertainly. You braced yourself for the inevitable teasing. You even had a few comeback jokes ready to fire back.

But none came.

Instead, Caleb casually asked if you were hungry. You said yes and he led you to the kitchen, and soon, the two of you were quietly enjoying lunch together.

You slowly began to let your guard down, thinking maybe—just maybe—he hadn’t noticed the resemblance between your in-game character and himself.

That illusion shattered with one sentence.

—You know, while I was playing that game, I got pretty into it.

You nearly choked on your food.

Still, you tried to play it cool. But before you could respond, he continued:

—I also noticed you didn’t have any friends added…

—Oh, yeah! Tara and Simon don’t like these type of games.

—Mhm. So I figured… Maybe I should make an account too. That way, your little guy wouldn’t be lonely.

You felt as if your heart stopped beating as Caleb pulled out his phone and launched the game.

When he turned the screen to face you—

You froze.

There, on his screen, was a tiny version of you—wearing an adorable yellow dress.

—Big Caleb has you, so little Caleb should have his own little you.

He said it with a smirk, his eyes never leaving your face as he soaked in your mortified expression.

Pt.1

@raendarkfaerie

[263adder]

Don't Lose Your Vote! UK Edition

Update: Tuesday 18th June 2024 is the deadline to register to vote for the general election.

A snap general election could be called any day. This will be the first general election that requires photo ID if you vote at the polls (postal votes 📫 are unaffected by the Election Act 2022).

If you don't have an approved form of identification (list here), you can apply for a FREE voter ID photo card. Find out more below or use these 5 minutes to register and get your ID sorted instead ❎ because, and this is important to know, the government really doesn't want young people to vote.

The Explanation

Rishi Sunak, UK Prime Minister and Leader of the Conservative Party, may call a snap election in 2023. (A snap election is a vote brought in earlier ⏱ than the one that’s scheduled 🕐) The UK’s next general election (for MPs and the PM) is meant to happen between December 2024 and January 2025.

A snap election happens in as little as 25 days 😨 between the announcement (aka the PM asking the House of Commons’ to approve the dissolution of Parliament) and the vote 🏃‍♀️

You must be registered to vote - currently over 8 million people are not. Unlike other a democratic countries, the UK doesn’t automatically register all eligible voters. You have to do this yourself. Here’s a quick reminder of how to register:

Over the past 15 years, it has gotten harder for British citizens to vote:

Families can no longer register to vote as a household 🏡 so young voters must register themselves (Cameron Govt)

Colleges and universities are barred from registering students 👨‍🎓 (Cameron Govt)

The Elections Act requires photo ID 🤳 for anyone voting in person (Johnson Govt)

Local elections (for city and town governments) in 2023 were the first votes that required VOTER ID. According to the Electoral Commission, over 14,000 people were turned away from the polls because they had not heard about the change.

The House of Lords tried to amend the Elections Act before it passed, to include more common types of ID, such as bank statements, bills, student ID, library cards and much more. This amendment was struck down in the House of Commons. A lot of the IDs included in the approved list are more likely to be owned by older voters than younger ones. For example, a 60+ Oyster Card is acceptable ID but an 18+ Oyster Card is not.

Here’s the important thing to know: voters who don’t have a driving licence or passport or other approved forms of ID, can apply for a free voter ID photo card. Watch the video below to find out how!

And finally, please, for the love of our democracy, vote.

"Democracy is not something you believe in or a place to hang your hat, but it's something you do. You participate. If you stop doing it, democracy crumbles." Abbie Hoffman

[kumezyzo]

masterlist

Images began spreading unlike anything the media had ever really expected. They were all of you and Luigi. Well, really, how could anyone be angry about it? You were both beautiful. Something about the way you looked together was… unlike anyone had seen before

Although, the reason why these pictures were circulating so freely now was… not as wonderful. Luigi had finally been arrested.

There were reporters waiting outside your home now, hoping to catch a glimpse of you, a statement even. They were shameless, really. And the public wasn’t any better, really. Or more so… your coworkers.

You called off of work, even though you weren’t sure if your bank account would appreciate the act of self-preservation. The news had caught wind of your chat with the detectives.

People began to see you as a saint. Others saw you as a liar, even more believed you to be pitiful. You sounded small, desperate even. But they knew for a fact that someone who managed to get a ring from Luigi Mangione would protect him to the ends of the earth.

Regardless of what others believed for you, it was as if your life had truly, finally, fallen apart. You cried upon hearing the news. You didn’t cry because you hadn’t wanted him to get caught. No, you cried because you knew that regardless of the outcome of the court trial, your lives wouldn’t be the same.

That was clear to you because a clip of yours surfaced. It wasn’t yours so to speak, it was one that his sister filmed and you posted to your social medias. The day he proposed.

“Lu, where are we going!” You shouted, giggles falling from your lips as he pulled you ahead of his family. It seemed like he had a sudden surge of energy, grabbing you by your hand as you guys arrived at the park. It was the park he asked your out. It was his sisters idea to take a walk after family dinner.

He suddenly stopped, sending you crashing into him. He laughed as he held you up, steadying your footing. Despite your confusion, you couldn’t help but smile with him. He pressed his lips tenderly against yours. You smiled, hiding your face from his family, who was slowly catching up to you.

“What are you-” You began asking, watching him slowly get down on one knee. You swore you could feel your heart skip too many beats to be medically normal. “Oh, my god.”

Your hands shot up to your mouth as he smiled, opening up the small black box in his hand. Your heart was now beginning to beat out of your chest. Tears began filling your eyes, his only mirroring yours as he opened his mouth to speak.

He spoke your name like it was meant to be said by his lips only, “You are the love of my life. I couldn’t imagine spending the last four years with anyone else. I mean, you’ve been with me through so much and never once complained,” His voice and hands shook as he spoke. Even when he seemed so unsure of his words, his eyes told you everything. He already knew your answer. “I know you’re too good for me, but I can’t possibly imagine spending the rest of my life with anyone else. So… will you marry me?”

You let out a sob, unable to muster up any words. You could only nod, letting him shakily slip the ring onto your finger. His family began cheering at the sight. He smiled as a tear fell past his cheek. He stood up, engulfing you in a hug. The sheer strength in his hold told you that he more than loved you. It felt like you could live in eachothers skin. He spun you around, happiness and excitement gushing from both of you. 

You let out a watery giggle, “I love you.”

“I love you more,” He said, holding your face in hands before kissing you deeply. You both melted into the kiss, salty tears mingling between your lips.

You still remember that day like yesterday. Watching it from another perspective was just as emotional. Or maybe it was because that time felt like another lifetime. Or maybe because it was being used in edits with the song "Young and Beautiful" by Lana Del Rey.

I've had this in my drafts for a while. but it felt appropriate to continue it now for some reason. 🤷🏽‍♀️ -nony

[sgiandubh]

The Crafty Distillery mystery - well, not really...

It has recently been brought to my attention that speculation is rife, across the street, about a potential business partnership/investment project between Crafty Scottish Distillers, a small gin and (now) single malt whisky distillery based in Newton Stewart (Dumfries and Galloway) and Sassenach Spirits.

The speculation some deemed borderline prophetic was based, as always, on social media likes and follows, a (properly documented) prior collaboration for S's gin, recent public expansion plans of the distillery and some pics from what is thought to have been a business lunch.

Let's unpack, shall we?

[Edited for accuracy - see below]:

For one, S's like is gone with the wind, since the moment it was found and posted - if you ever had any doubts left about some prominent blogs being read, reacted upon and sometimes even toyed with (which I believe was the case, across the street), that is:

[Source: https://www.instagram.com/p/DFlCT6MO4hj/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link&igsh=MzRlODBiNWFlZA==]

As far as we know, according to the UK Government's company register, the Crafty Scottish Distillers has been founded in 2015, with a relatively substantial investment ( £200.000) by Mr. Graham Taylor, its sole owner and Person With Significant Control (PSC):

[Source: Companies House - and no, I am not providing any link]

As the business expanded, a bank loan was deemed necessary and granted by the Royal Bank of Scotland, in June 2022:

[Source: Companies House]

We know what this money was used for: they built a storage silo. A permit was granted, to this extent, by the Dumfries and Galloway Council, in May 2022 and used to justify the loan:

[Source: the Dumfries and Galloway Council webpage]

And recently, the company decided to further expand, this time with a more ambitious objective in mind. They want to build a distillery with tasting area (along with other building projects and amenities) and to perhaps expand the siting of the grain silo:

The building permit was granted conditionally (as for the GLA Taj Mahal, heh), on 19 December 2024, which means they have three years from that moment to complete the investment project:

Since they probably did not want to take another bank loan (we'd have documentation listed, if so), what they immediately did was to organize a crowdfunding operation, like many other small Scottish distilleries:

This is where the 'link in bio' would have taken you, before the crowdfunding was completed, at least as far as I can tell:

As mentioned, they are not the only ones having that clever idea:

[Source: https://www.crowdcube.com/]

At this point in time, there is no way to tell if S or Norouzi pitched in, either as private investors, or via the Latha Ur company. It might be too early and there is nothing (yet?) to substantiate. Business angels exist, after all, and I would not be surprised if at least one of them were a silent partner, by now. However, they could have just met for talks related to a new batch of gin - why not? happened before, after all - or simply to have a good time, as friends. Which they obviously are, by now.

And yes, this is me speculating.

The crowdfunding operation seems to have successfully ended on February 2, with a thank you note to those who pitched in, also suggesting some of them 'have been a part of [the] journey so far' - the one S and Norouzi liked (see above):

Unlike what was written by the other blogger, the main objective seems to be related not as much to doubling the production, but to the diversification of the on-site product/service offer:

[Source: Supporting Statement by the Crafty Scottish Distillers to their building permit application - 15 October 2024; the Dumfries and Galloway Council webpage]

I can't help but wonder for how long has a certain blogger been sitting on this obvious PR tip, so juicy it just had to be previewed with that awful April Fool's Day Android/Lego humoresque. Because no, the current planning documents are not readily available and certainly not listed as such by Google - perhaps stopping the unnecessary lies would be a decent option?

[Later edit]: As stated above, and given the fact I don't follow S's social media accounts, an eagle-eye friend (gracias a ti, siempre 😘) sent me this:

As we can see, S's like is still there. Which makes it even clearer the entire Lego charade was, in fact, quite probably a PR tip, as I supposed. Self-fulfilling prophecies are what they are, after all.

This also makes me both a lousy stalker and a lousy PR plant, which is something to behold, let's agree at least on this. Fantasy having its public, of course.

[enviedear]

in my head i feel like billy could be a switch, but maybe a hc of how dom!billy and sub!billy are like🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

i should be in federal prison for the amount of edits i have of this man i need to be stopped

nsfw billy bonney hc's

i agree with him being a switch! he's got an ocean depth worth of emotions so i think his preference would honestly change on a daily basis

tw— smut, minors dni 18+

request

as a dom... billy is more demanding. rarely, if ever, does he tell you what to do. but when you're sprawled out on his bed, staring up at him like he's some magnificent constellation, his head is filled with unbridled confidence. he won't feel the need to be so graceful or gentlemanly. his regular requests and plea's turn into orders. he'll tell you that he wants you on your knees, tell you to be quiet, and tell you exactly how to take him. he won't ask, but he won't force you either. he'd never do that— wouldn't even think of it.

"on your knees, darlin" "c'mere and keep quiet, don't want the boy's t'hear" "stop runnin' from it, honey. you can take it"

his main goal as a dom would simply be to make you truly yearn for him. he wants to see it in your eyes, and hear it in your voice. he'll get more and more impatient if you try to fight him or try to hide how crazed you really are for him. he needs to see that you're wild for him, just like he is for you.

"you're my girl aren't you, lemme hear you." "don't be so shy, look at me."

he'd never need to raise his voice to make you listen to him. if you're being a brat he'll just quirk up a brow and stare into your eyes, silent. that's all it would take. he'd hold such a commanding gaze that you'd quickly fix your act.

billy would be pretty hard to annoy, but if you try to be coy and ignore his obvious want for you, he'll be brooding until he can get you alone. he'd have a fair number of 'punishments' for you in his mind; maybe he'd work you up until the morning sun begins to creep into the sky, or better yet, he could bend you over his lap until there are tears in your waterline. but his favorite has to be leaving you high and dry. it's the meanest stunt he can pull without his resolve breaking. billy would be too good with his restraint too, if he says he won't touch you... he's not. at least until he thinks you've learned your lesson.

"does that feel good?" he'd ask, being surprisingly gentle with his touch for how riled up he had seemed earlier. you lay back against his bed, eyes closing in pleasure as he continues to toy with your bulb, "feels so good." with a light chuckle, he pulls his hands away from you, leaving you needy and aggravated, "m'not touching you again until you get that attitude of yours in check."

as a sub... he's almost pathetically needy. he wants your love so bad that he'll beg for it. he'll give you a small smile before kissing your forehead, hands finding a home at your waist.

"god, billy, you're like a bee to honey." you'd mutter, trying to focus back on the shops' books. the latest bank statement had you looking for any way to cut costs. his head rests on your shoulder, body flush against your back, "can't help m'self, darlin'," his voice would drop, "i'll get on my knees and beg for ya."

he'd be more submissive if he's feeling sad. the days he misses those long gone, he'll curl into your embrace, needy for your warm affection. he feels like a man starved for you, and he doesn't mind giving you the reins and being under your spell.

billy tries his hardest not to be a brat, and he's pretty good at listening to directions. but ever so often, he's talking back and riling you up— just to see your jaw clench and eyes spark. and he'll take your domineering actions afterward without refuting.

the buttons on his shirt are too hard to see in the dim light of lanterns and you let out an audible huff in annoyance. in the dark you still catch billy's smug grin, "does my girl need a little help?" you roll your eyes, fighting a smile at his obvious and futile rebellion, "don't get ahead of yourself, outlaw."

he's whiny for you. he'll whine and beg, using the sweetest tone he can muster. he knows you're in control, but he also knows he has his own weapon— his voice. he knows how much you love it and how easily you cave if he uses it.

"please, jus' touch me. i need you s'bad, honey." "just like that. that's my girl, makin' me feel s'good."

loves being marked up! nothing too blatant though, he doesn't want to ride into town with hickeys on his neck. but if you leave red welts along his back or love bites on his chest, he'll spend a few minutes in front of any mirrored surface to see your handiwork. he likes having the proof, for himself, a wonderful reminder that he has you. that you're real, and that he's entirely yours. he hasn't had anyone to belong to for so long, he wouldn't trade it for the world.

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[illuminatedquill]

Story Summary: After Kanan's death, Ezra enlists Chopper’s help in recording a special message for Sabine.

[RECORDING START]

[QUERY: ANNOYED: ARE YOU READY?]

. . . Yeah, I think so. Wait. How do I look? Do I have any marks on me? I should use the refresher, I think -

[RESPONSE: SARCASTIC: MY BATTERY WILL RUN OUT OF CHARGE BEFORE WE START, IDIOT.]

Hilarious, Chop. I know for a fact that Hera installed you with those new ZXL-90 batteries. The ones that store a charge through kinetic movement, right? I bet you can keep complaining for the rest of our lives without needing a recharge since you love running that motor mouth of yours.

[RESPONSE: SERIOUS: YOU ARE STALLING.]

[OBSERVATION: SUBJECT-6, ANXIETY RIDDEN. EYES DOWNCAST, FINGERS FIDGETING THROUGH HAIR]

Okay, yeah. I am. I don't really know what to say here. So much has happened - and there's so much more to come.

(pause)

Kanan would know what to say. What to do. He wouldn't be scared - well, no, he would be. But he wouldn't let it get the better of him.

[NOTE: SUBJECT-6 MIMICS SUBJECT-1'S (DECEASED) MODE OF SPEECH HERE]

'It's not being above the fear, kid. It's about not letting it be in the pilot's seat.'

. . . I miss him so much, Chopper. It hasn't been long since . . . well. Do you miss him, too?

[RESPONSE: GENTLE: HE IS NOT GONE FOR ME. I HAVE A RECORD OF EVERY CONVERSATION AND INTERACTION WE HAD STORED IN MY MEMORY BANK.]

That must be nice. I can't even remember the last conversation we had.

[STATEMENT: SINCERE: IF YOU EVER WISH TO, I CAN REPLAY SOME OF MY MEMORIES OF HIM FOR YOU.]

Oh, that's . . . that's really sweet of you, Chopper. I'll have to take you up on that offer some day. But I think Hera needs you more than I do. Especially in the days to come.

[QUERY: WHAT DO YOU MEAN?]

[OBSERVATION: CONCERNED: SUBJECT-6 IS SMILING, BUT THERE IS A NOTE OF UNKNOWN EMOTION - MELANCHOLY(?) - PRESENT]

It's not important at the moment. Are you recording?

[RESPONSE: YES.]

Okay. Here goes -

(deep breath)

Hey, Sabine. If you're seeing this, then my plan worked and . . . well, I'm probably not there anymore. I might be dead, in fact.

(winces)

Edit that out. Actually, stop recording for a moment.

[COMPLAINT: WE JUST STARTED.]

Just stop, please. I need to gather my notes.

[RESPONSE: SURLY: AS YOU WISH.] [NOTATION: RECORDING CONTINUING UN-PAUSED; SUBJECT-6 IN CLEAR EMOTIONAL DISTRESS. WILL KEEP ON FILE FOR LATER FOR REVIEW WITH SUBJECT-5.]

(indistinct muttering)

How do I say this . . . how.

'Hey, Sabine. Sorry for disappearing on you and, by the way, I have a small favor to ask: can you protect Lothal while I'm gone? And maybe can you come find me, even though I don't know where I'm going?' Sure, yeah. She'll be super fine about all of that, Ezra. No big deal.

(more unintelligible muttering)

I can't say that. No way. It's too much. This was a mistake; I don't want to do any of this!

[QUERY: CONCERNED: WHAT ARE YOU TRYING TO SAY?]

Everyone's looking to me now, Chopper. Everyone. Because Kanan's gone. I still had so much to learn from him - look at me, I'm not ready for this! I've been living in this safe little bubble with everyone from the Ghost and now that bubble is gone! Governor Pryce killed Kanan and now I'm all that's left.

(heavy breathing)

He changed things with his - his passing. Kanan did. I don't know how, but the Force is telling me, whispering to me that the time is coming soon. Lothal's fate rests with me now, I can feel it and I - and I don't feel worthy of it. I cannot bear it. It's too heavy.

(bitter laughter)

The boy savior. Do you know how long I have dreamed of freeing my home from the Empire? And now that moment has come and I'm too scared. I've never felt more like some just dumb street-rat than at this precise moment. Kanan picked the wrong kid to train - OW!

[NOTATION: PHYSICAL VIOLENCE (ELECTRIC PROBE) WAS USED TO CORRECT SUBJECT-6'S MISTAKEN STATEMENTS. PROVED SUCCESSFUL.]

Ow - what are you - ouch, that hurts!

Stop that! Chopper!

[STATEMENT: TERSE: I WILL STOP WHEN YOU CEASE YOUR STUPIDITY.]

Alright, alright! I'll stop.

[RESPONSE: GRUMPY: GOOD.]

I think you enjoyed that a little.

[STATEMENT: CHEERFUL: OF COURSE NOT. I ENJOYED THAT A LOT.]

(snorts) I figured.

. . . I'm a mess, aren't I.

[STATEMENT: POINTED: MORE SO THAN USUAL, YES.]

Yeah. Oh, if Kanan could see me now.

(pause)

Okay. Okay. I need to do this. Let me read my notes again, so I can get this right -

[STATEMENT: INTERJECTION: IGNORE THE NOTES. SAY WHAT YOU WANT TO SAY.]

I'll get it wrong, Chopper, I have so much to say to Sabine. I have to get it right. For her.

[STATEMENT: REASSURING: SHE WILL UNDERSTAND. DO NOT LET YOUR HEAD CONFUSE YOUR HEART. THAT IS WHAT SHE WILL HEAR IN WHATEVER YOU HAVE TO SAY.]

No. Absolutely not. I have the notes for a reason, Chop. How am I supposed to convey to her - my best friend, my partner, my - my -

(pause)

Look, she's - she's everything to me. Like how Hera was to Kanan, do you understand? I can't imagine my life without her. These past five years have passed so quickly, but every day spent by Sabine's side it was - it was magical. Five years is - what? - around 1800 days, if you're counting it in regular standard time. Most of those days were spent with her and everyone else on the Ghost. Best days of my life.

I'm not even a full adult yet in terms of physical years but . . . I guess you could call that period of time my 'good old days'. Heh.

The Force is this cosmic phenomenon that I can tap into, mysterious and unknowable, but her? As a Jedi I shouldn't be saying this, but I believe in her more than I do the Force. She's the only one I can trust with . . . everything.

[QUERY: CURIOUS: WHY ARE YOU MAKING THIS MESSAGE?]

. . . To say good-bye, I guess. And hello. If that makes sense.

Sabine, given her personal history, will be hurt the most from my absence. I know that for sure. I want her to know that - that I tried. I really did, to find any other way. But this is how it has to be.

A message like this is real. She can see me. Hear me. I'd write a letter too, but I don't think there's enough paper on hand to fully encapsulate how I feel about her.

So, I have to do this instead. Make a message, just for her. I do not want her wondering . . . about us. Where she stands with me.

(sighs)

Open secret that I had a huge crush on her when I first came aboard. She ignored that, thankfully.

[QUERY: SURPRISE: YOU HAD A CRUSH ON SABINE?]

You didn't know? I thought everyone -

[RESPONSE: MOCKING: THAT WAS A JOKE. EVEN A DROID LIKE ME FIGURED THAT OUT.]

Oh, ha, very funny. You pretend to be heartless, but I know you care. Hera wouldn't let you hang around after so long if you didn't.

Anyway, I thought I had it successfully buried after so long. There were bigger problems than some teenage crush, right? The Empire breathing down our necks, trying to outrun the Inquisitors, then Malachor, Mandalore, and then back to Lothal . . . I thought I had outgrown it.

(bitter-sweet smile)

But it turns out that it was still growing inside me. Went from a crush to something more. I love her. Nothing could shake it, not even what was revealed on Mandalore. I just wanted to be with her, through whatever the galaxy threw at us.

I love her, Chopper. I love Sabine Wren. She's in my veins, pumping through my arteries, giving me life. Giving me strength.

. . . You stopped recording, right? I don't want any of this in the message.

[STATEMENT: LIE: YES.]

(snorts)

Yeah, right.

Kanan and I talked a little about Jedi attachments a while back. I know how he and Hera handled it. I had hoped - no, I still hope that someday, me and Sabine will be able to give it a try.

(laughs)

If she'd have me, that is. Sometimes I catch her looking at me, smiling, and I think I get a sense of something . . . I don't know how to describe it, something deeper - and then she makes some glib remark or insult and it's gone again. I might just be delusional, though. Too many hits on my head through the years of combat against the Imps.

[STATEMENT: OBSERVATION: I CATCH YOU LOOKING AT HER, TOO.]

Oh, really? And how do I look? What's my expression like, I wonder.

[STATEMENT: THOUGHTFUL: STAR-STRUCK.]

. . . Yeah, that sounds about right. Looking at her - with these feelings I'm so desperate to hide, it's so hard sometimes. If I had to describe it - it's like trying to count a flock of birds against the sun.

Can't do it, right? It's too bright.

(quietly) Too bright. She's too bright to look at for so long. But I want to try anyway, like the sap I am. I guess I'm hoping that the image of her will be burned into my eyes. If my plan works, the chances of survivability are extremely low, you know.

I'd like her to be the last thing I see when I close my eyes for the last time, if the worst happens. Some people want stars, or forests, or a blue sky for a last image. Not me.

I just want her.

[QUERY: SOFT: IS THERE ANYTHING ELSE YOU WANT TO SAY?]

I love everything about her. Equally. Good, bad, ugly - or whatever she thinks is ugly about her. I certainly don't think there is. It's all Sabine, after all. And I love Sabine. So how could it any of it be bad?

The war won't stop because Thrawn is out of the picture. And it will be harder without me. And it guts me to think that I can't be by her side after this is all said and finished.

She has to do it. I have faith in Sabine that she will get it done. I'm counting on her, and I know she will not let me down.

I . . . all I can say is that I'm sorry. And I love you.

The only way out from all the grief and misery to come is to just get through it. She's the strongest person I know.

The only way out is through.

. . . And I know you've been recording all this time despite me saying to stop. So, we'll end this here. I'll just have Hera delete this memory file later after I do the real message.

[QUERY: SURPRISED: WHY DO YOU NOT WISH FOR SABINE TO HEAR THIS?]

Maybe I want to tell her myself when I see her again.

Or maybe I don't want her to be burdened with any of this. She has enough on her plate because of me.

(sighs)

I'll have to lie. Sorry, Sabine. If it really is the end . . . I don't want her to be hung up on me. There needs to be a chance to live her life. Even without me. Especially without me.

[STATEMENT: HONEST: TRUTH OR LIE, IT DOES NOT MATTER; SHE WILL COME AFTER YOU. WHEREVER YOU GO.]

(smiles sadly)

But the lie will hurt less, I think. Just this one time. To protect her.

Anyway, thanks for the help Chopper. Sorry for the sudden shut-down, I'll make it up to you later -

[RECORDING HALTED]

[NOTATION: BACKUP MEMORY FILE CREATED.]

_ _ _ _ _

The comm-tower's interior was deathly silent.

Sabine sat in her chair, staring at Chopper in shock. Her hands were shaking, badly.

"Why - why did you show me this?" she asked, feeling sick.

The astromech replayed a part of the conversation - Ezra, from long ago, struggling to leave her a good-bye message.

"The only way out is through."

The shaking stopped. Her hands, cold and clammy, balled into fists.

"I tried that. For three years," she hissed. "And he still won't leave me. He's still in my veins, making everything hurt."

The astromech just played Ezra's voice again.

"The only way out is through."

She stood up abruptly. "Get out," she snarled. "I don't want to hear this anymore."

Chopper let out a sigh, swiveling around to head for the comm-tower's turbolift to exit. But then he paused at the doorway and started playing another voice - only this time, it was Hera's.

"Hey, Sabine. I know I'm the last person you want to hear after everything that happened - but I found this voice file on Chop's back-up memory banks. Thought you might want to hear it."

Sabine bowed her head, feeling the guilt, anger, and shame weigh down on her shoulders like an invisible weight.

"I know you feel alone right now. I know that you feel like you've lost faith with everything you cared about - and it's because of me, partially. And Ahsoka. And the New Republic."

There was a strange sound emitting from her now. A sob, a scream, she wasn't sure - it was half-strangled in her throat, close to becoming a deathly wail.

"Just know this," Hera continued. "Someone still believes in you. If you lose faith in everything else, don't lose faith in him."

There was a pause. Then -

"And don't lose faith in yourself. Ezra never would. And . . . and happy birthday, Sabine."

Chopper left. The moment the turbo-lift doors closed, she crumpled to the ground, arms folding across her stomach; it felt like everything vital within her was threatening to spill out.

"It didn't hurt less, idiot," she said through gritted teeth. "You lied. You lied!"

After so long, incredibly, Sabine found her fire. Her will to go on.

And it was because she was pissed at Ezra Bridger.

"I'll find you," she whispered, shaking, rising in the gloom of the comm-tower's dark interior. Outside, the Lothal sun was rising on a new day.

Sabine stumbled outside to the railing, feeling the rays of sunlight hit her face. She felt energized, alive, in a way that had long been absent from her life for a long, long while.

Somewhere, a flock of birds were flying against the sun, making for their nesting grounds. Were there birds, wherever he was? Was he still trying to count them?

It didn't matter, she thought. When Sabine found him again - and she would - she would make sure that he saw her for real.

[zirawrites]

Fallout 4 companions reaction to sole who used to be criminal back in the old days before the bombs fell? They used to be a pro thief as they would rob banks and jewelery stores.

Cait: "I knew there was a reason we got on so well, Sole!" Cait threw an arm around her companion's shoulders. "So, what was your biggest score? And care to try it again? I reckon caps are easier to nick than jewels."

Codsworth: The Mr. Handy's body rattled in horror. "My word, sir/ma'am! Surely you jest. Our home was purchased with honest money. Why, you had reputable employment. Why would we have needed to steal?" He shook himself in disagreement. "This is a prank, isn't it? Well, it's not very funny. You've been spending too much time with Deacon."

Curie: "The psychology around kleptomania is actually quite fascinating." Curie badgered Sole with questions about their motivations behind their theft; seemingly uninterested in the heists themselves. Sole was so overwhelmed that they eventually lied that it was a joke.

Danse: "And you thought that was appropriate to confess to a Paladin?" Danse crossed his arms in admonishment. "I suggest you recant that statement before it gets noted in your records."

Deacon: Deacon reckoned that being a liar didn't give him the best moral standing to judge his partner for their criminal past. "That'll come in handy when dealing with the Institute." Then he patted his pockets. "Just don't get any ideas about borrowing my things. Tinker Tom does that enough already. This merry band we've got is running me dry."

Hancock: "Get in line with every other drifter who's blown through my town." The ghoul handed Sole a can of jet and gestured to his apartment. "Though I wouldn't mind hearing about some of those scores. Dishonest work makes for some of the best stories."

MacCready: "Woah, nice! What's the most expensive thing you've ever swiped?" MacCready pulled out a lighter from his duster. "Sometimes I help myself to a trinket or two from a target. This here is the best lighter I've ever used. Stole it off a serial killer, so I don't feel too bad about it." Then he shivered. "You don't think it has, like, bad energy, do you? Maybe I should toss it..."

Preston: "I don't think you'd want to admit that in earshot of any other Minutemen," he warned. "Don't think they'd take kindly to knowing our general's loyalties are... questionable." Then Preston checked his coat. "Wait, you haven't stolen anything from me, have you?"

Piper: "If you weren't my friend, I'd interview you for a feature on your greatest pre-war heists." Piper shrugged, her disappointment obvious. "But I'd hate to besmirch the goody-two-shoes image you've cultivated in the Commonwealth. Even if it loses me some sales."

Nick: "That's not exactly something you should brag about, kid." Nick looked the the perfect example of a displeased parent. "Some criminals make for the best detectives. They know how the bad guys' minds work. But don't get any bright ideas about pulling one over on me."

X6-88: "Surely not a common thief, though." X6 frowned. "Are we talking fancy jewelry stores? Big banks? Whatever you stole, I'm sure you got more out of it than a simple raider."

Edit: Just as Sole thawed from cryofreeze, I have returned.

[eretzyisrael]

Over the weekend, we saw more proof that the only time the world cares about Palestinian civilians are killed is when there is a way to blame Israel.

The New Arab reports:

A Palestinian journalist was shot and killed outside her family's home in the northern West Bank town of Jenin late Saturday, where Palestinian Authority (PA) security officers, backed by the Israeli military, continued their crackdown on Palestinian resistance fighters. Shatha al-Sabbagh, 22, was killed by a sniper with the Palestinian security forces while she was with her mother and two small children, her family told The New Arab's Arabic language edition Al-Araby Al-Jadeed.

She added that there were no fighters in the area at the time. Sabbagh's brother-in-law, Suhaib al-Mura'i, said a sniper stationed inside a nearby house - which was seized by the PA forces and turned into a military post - had fired at her as she left his home with her two small children, her mother and sister.

The Palestinian Authority has been attacking terrorists in Jenin over the past several weeks. They vehemently deny that they had anything to do with her death, instead condemning "outlaws" - meaning Jenin's armed groups - for killing her:

The official spokesman for the Palestinian security forces, Brigadier General Anwar Rajab, condemned in the strongest terms the heinous crime committed by outlaws on Saturday evening in Mahyoub Street inside Jenin camp, which resulted in the killing of journalist Shaza Sabbagh after she was shot in the head, and inflicting severe material damage to a house that was burned and randomly shot at . Rajab said in a statement issued tonight that according to initial investigations and eyewitness testimonies, security forces were not present at the scene .

Nearly nobody in the Arabic media is believing the PA's claims. However, al-Sabbagh's family is not exactly impartial. 

Her brother, Moatasem al-Sabbagh, was an al Qassam Brigades terrorist who was killed by Israel last year as he was holed up in a house protecting Abdul Fattah Kharousha, the Hamas terrorist who murdered brothers Hallel and Yagel Yaniv in Huwara. The mother of the siblings expressed joy at the death of her son Moatasem, saying how proud she was of him and how he is going to Paradise while the Jews go to hell. 

This is a big story in Palestinian media, with each news site following their own politics in how they report it and who they blame for her death. 

But the international media has shown little interest in the story of an attractive, young journalist and student being executed with a gunshot to her head. 

As always, it isn't that they care about innocent Palestinians being killed. They clearly don't. The world's media are only looking for reasons to condemn Israel. 

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[welcometololaland]

almost uploaded a picture of my bank statement instead of this header! happy days!

thanks for the tags @hippolotamus @kiwiana-writes @happiness-of-the-pursuit @rmd-writes

@nancygillianmvp @terramous @tellmegoodbye @freneticfloetry @beautifulhigh

@orchidscript @myheartalivewrites and @strandnreyes (don't think that was a real tag but i'm taking it anyway to force you to love me).

1. How many works do you have on Ao3?

49 (last time it was 46 but i feel like that isn't enough of a difference? disappointed in myself dfhskjh)

2. What's your Ao3 bodycount word count?

1,119,086 which does include some co-writes, but I also have around 200k of unposted WIP in my google docs so i'm counting it (including a fully written fic - someone put their hands around my neck and force me to edit it PLEASE).

3. Which fandoms do you write for?

red white and royal blue, 911 lone star, top gun maverick (flirting with winter's orbit always)

4. Top 5 fics by kudos?

the order of these has changed but not the identity:

Speak for Yourself (RWRB) (you know when eminem said he'd never be able to top My Name Is? this is my version of that)

Fifty First Dates (RWRB) (oodie agenda reigns supreme)

The RIng-In (Lone Star) (otherwise, lone star is in danger of being eviscerated from this top 5 lmao)

(Not) A Cinderella Story (RWRB) (NDAs are hot, apparently)

Cursed is a State of Mind (RWRB) (cursed caffeine is the main drawcard let's not lie)

5. Do you respond to comments?

i try my absolute best to. i am currently really behind and i apologise for that (the problem is, i reply to comments before i post anything and i haven't posted anything in ages).

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

serious answer - Contaminated

my answer - oh baby i'm a fool for you because we never find out if they actually watch twilight and that's a damn shame

7. What is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

literally everything else - i don't really do open endings or sad endings! in the words of the great philosopher, skepta: "nah, that's not me."

8. Do you get hate on fics?

i used to, but i haven't in ages! thank god for that.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

yes, although i have to say i've been moving away from pwp lately. i feel my best smut is written into longer fics where the sex serves a plot or characterisation purpose within the frame of the overarching narrative.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

yes, a RWRB/LS but i never finished it. ALTA is a veronica mars inspired tarlos fic which kind of feels like a crossover at times.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

not to my knowledge :)

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

yes! Phonography (Lone Star) has been translated, as has Baby, Make Your Move (Lone Star) and Warm Whispers (Lone Star). I'm very grateful to the incredible people who have made these translations happen - you are so talented.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic?

yes, many with @dustratcentral. I also wrote a chapter of a co-written fic with a whole bunch of incredible RWRB authors called never the same twice.

@rmd-writes and I have created (Un)Professional Services and (upcoming) Call Me (By Your Name).

The Rainbow Fish was co-written with @strandnreyes.

I love co-writing so much and I am always open to anyone who wants to give it a go!

14. What's your all time favourite ship?

me + my unposted wips.

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

probably the aforementioned crossover which was apparently also my answer last time.

16. What are your writing strengths?

i'm allergic to giving myself compliments but i would say maybe dialogue/banter and worldbuilding.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

keeping things short. also, exposition.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

kinda scared to because i don't speak any other languages and i'm so hesitant to annoy my very talented multi-lingual friends with my annoying questions.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

we don't talk about that.

20. Favourite fic you've written?

probably still Love Game because the experience was just so amazing and i never wanted to stop writing it.

heaps of people have already done this so leaving an open tag and also a couple of suggestions under the cut but apologies if you've already participated or been tagged 7 million times:

@bonheur-cafe @theghostofashton @thebumblecee @indomitable-love @eclectic-sassycoweyes

@tailoredshirt @vineofroses @liminalmemories21 @mikibwrites @birdclowns

@ladytessa74 @basilsunrise @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut @rosedavid @sanjuwrites

@alrightbuckaroo @three-drink-amy @marjansmarwani @dumbpeachjuice @doublel27

@lemonlyman-dotcom @blueink3 @ambiguouspenny @clottedcreamfudge @emmalostinwonderland

@sail-not-drift @inexplicablymine @celeritas2997 @cricketnationrise @reyesstrand

@goodways @carlos-in-glasses @heartstringsduet @sunshinestrand @sherryvalli

[jazzically]

MAG 32 HIVEEE BABYYY!!!!!!! oh my god this one. this one is sooooooooo fricking good. i loved every single word of it when i first listened to it and i still do now. its written SO GORGEOUSLY

just the simple fact of this literally being a firsthand account of someone being taken over by the corruption, the infiltrator, that utter terror that comes with every disgusting thing thriving under rotted floorboards makes the concept beautiful by itself

cause jane wrote this just after she became too far gone, fallen helplessly to the worms' song, but before she was completely incoherent due to the lovely harmonies formed by the slithering of thousands of individual bodies through her vital organs. you can hear her despair manifesting, those last dredges of what she truly was struggling through the cloudy haze of unearthly love. and she lets it speak through her so beautifully. remember this is the making of an avatar transcribed. she describes how her relationship with the hive grew into something far more personal than a threat to her safety or sanitation. it's about the confusion that drops in on you at the beginnings of addiction and the combination of desire and sunk-cost that makes you want nothing more than to sink deep into its open arms and fully give yourself over to the only thing that says it can save you.

and throughout it all, she somehow makes this Crawling Rot — this mysterious thing that we know to be inherently gross and despicably filthy, that jeopardizes the security of the archives and its staff — sound hypnotic, in its own twisted way. enticing, even. that is the true horror. that is the most terrifying part, to me: that we are suddenly able to see where she is coming from. it's kinda like how jon spoke on how it unsettled him that the distortion said it wanted to help them instead of hurt them.

plus!!!!! i mean!!!!!! its so viscerally horrible and i love it!!!!!! its literally the corruption its the bending and destruction of things we find familiar and safe (ooOOo stranger and desolation overlap?) like its not just plain old disease and dirt yknow? its the SYMBOLISM of that disease and dirt and what it means to people whose lives become infected :3 love how jonny prolly went "hmm what are people afraid of? bugs? sickness? germs? what does that tie into? ah yes corruption" i feel like this specific statement was a great opportunity to really showcase how the corruption affects the mind and jonny maximized the writing to that effect. that was a lot of unnecessary words but basically what im trying to get at here is that jane prentiss's statement didnt reframe the corruption and her worms for me, it took the whole situation and flipped it on its head, upside down and inside out. it made the flesh hive seem so graceful.

umm not to mention the way the statement drops foreshadowing for the institute being eye-aligned omgomgogmgfndibf

EDIT...

OLIVER BANKS!!!!!!!!!! OOOOLLLLLIVERRR

edit 2 :3

I KNEW THAT IT WAS NOT SO SIMPLE AS TO CALL OUT TO WELL-TRODDEN GODS!!!!!!!!!!

god that line has stuck with me ever since i first heard it. it's SO GOOD. it is a perfect way of putting that feeling

RRRAAAAHHHH the web and the hive are so awesome when taken together

AND THIS. the Hive, more infinite than it can describe itself, is beautiful in a way most will never understand, for beauty is subjective. its indescribability alone is astonishing. the radiance of its power, seen as simple and dismissed without true understanding ever permeating its frothing membranes, is far more than we could ever deserve

i think this paragraph is just SO well done dude like go listen to it feel the impact of those words again because it's so raw: i see now why the hive hates you. you can see it and log it and note its every detail but you can never understand it. you rob it of its fear even though your weak words have no right to do so.

that bit was introduced and explained perfectly. its so satisfying nnnnrrrrrgggghhhhhfnkkffncnnfr

the sheer poetry of this series never fails to amaze me. oh my god

also i love how when jane is addressing gertrude it's done more vaguely so that it's almost like she could be talking to jon and the institute of the present day

poor jane she mustve been suffering for a very long time

[official-magnus-institute]

hey Jon can we have that book recommendation I’m curious

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(tw: stalking, scopophobia, loss of child, arson)

STATEMENT BEGINS.

@_Donnarhette

★☆☆☆☆

do not purchase this book do not buy anything off this website theyre stealing your information. this website is unreliable and customer service does not respond they do not pick up their phones.

i bought this book for my 5 year old daughter. she kept waking me up in the middle of the night for weeks beforehand. it was normal, kids do that, kids are scared of monsters. but i would always read her i spy. we have every other edition, down to the miniature versions and the seasonal ones. eventually, she learned where everything was, though, and the books got boring, so i looked up 'i spy books' for the 80th time this month. it brought me here, and i purchased the book for shipping.

the very next day it was brought here, and i was astonished at first, but once i saw the condition of how it was packed, i figured why it came so fast. it was a wreck, the corners all beat, a handful of packing peanuts and some thin paper tossed cattywompus inside. the shippers mustve played hacky-sack with it before tossing it up to the house

even so, my girl was excited. she had completely forgotten about the supposed monsters, she just wanted the book. it's a unique edition for sure, instead of looking for small items on a small scale, it just looks like pictures of parks or buildings, along with riddles like 'i spy a tricycle, i spy ten cards, i spy a crack in concrete that's hard'. it was a change of pace for me, even- a challenge. but my daughter was doing phenomenally.

the photographer must be local to my area, because i recognized the photos soon. hell, i think i saw the back of my head in the bank one. but it got strange when it came to a picture of a street.

my street of my home.

now im thinking, 'maybe it's personalized, it's google maps, and they look up the address for the buyer before they send it out?' but that was... impossible. after i ordered the book it came the very next day, there was no way theyd be able to just cram this page in last second. not only that, but there was the riddle.

i spy a sewer grate, a baseball, a torch,

i spy a busted-up box on the porch.

i shut the book on that page and told my daughter to go to bed. there was fuss, but something was wrong. i tuck her in and she complains again about monsters in the window. all through the night, theres monsters in the window, and i snap at her when she wakes me up the 3rd time.

at that point she was crying, and i was.. yelling. i dont feel good about it, god, especially not now, but i was tired and scared. thats no excuse. so was she.

after telling her it would be ok, she slept in my bed with me. i held her tight the whole night through, and i would do my research in the morning, i assured myself.

but i didnt het a chance. by sunrise she was gone. not in her bed, in her pillow fort, not in the kitchen, the den, nowhere. i phone the police, and i end up running down the street screaming her name.

as i get back home, though, i felt compelled to that damn book. god, why did i go back to that damn book??

it was a picture of us through the window.

'i spy ten earrings, 2 rings, and a comb

i spy a mom and daughter at home.'

it was like my tears froze from shock. i steeled myself and flipped to the next page.

'i spy a woman, big tears and brown curls

i spy a book, but i see no girl.'

as i said, the police are investigating this store. burn in hell you freak. ill see you there.

Well. It took some digging, but there's your recommendation. We were able to get I Spy: Housewarming from the crime scene - or, more so, the wreckange. Donna was griefstruck, this adding onto the loss of her husband shortly before this, leading to a burst of arson. The book was recovered just fine, seemingly one of the Leitners that can withstand some flames.

J. Sims, The Archivist

[tiredarts-main]

d2 heresy spoilers below the cut

LONG random brain-spewing bc the ‘tism returns and this post got away from me

(also sorry in advance for the flower-speak around the Books of Sorrow talk, the Mazerunner (OC) brainworms took a liking to that topic and burrowed into my language-choices)

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how to feel abt the scene of Eris removing her mask…

brain immediately drew a connection to the lore on this season’s “campaign” armor helmet- Sloane thinking abt the line between Eris and Hive being blurred, while the line of herself and Taken has to remain solid as to keep herself alive.

I kinda see Eris removing her mask as accepting her scars- and knowing she is safe in her own definition.

also, the maniacal laughter bit is 100% understandable. She just got a major theory proven. If I were in her shoes about something like that for the Complex, I’d be the exact same way. Go off, queen, you earned it.

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I know it’s been brought up by others- Books of Sorrow, Verses 3:6, 3:8, 3:9

But the second half of it is Sororicide, Verse 8:6: [SHE WILL TAKE UP YOUR WEAPON, WHICH IS ALL THAT YOU ARE, AND SHE WILL CONJURE YOU BACK WITH HER UNDERSTANDING.]

Xivu is banking on us learning to Take. She wants Oryx back, because He’s the proof She needs to keep existing. With Him gone, She’s afraid that She’ll lose her right to exist too. Compensation for the Timid Truth.

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There’s concrete evidence in the seasonal artifact that Oryx communed with the Winnower, not the Witness. It calls out Verse 4:2 “Majestic, Majestic” of the Books of Sorrow, and defines the speaking entity as the Winnower. By name.

I can’t remember if the speaking entity was ever called “Winnower” in anything other than Unveiling, but now we can draw direct lines between the two books.

This is a problem, for hopefully-evident reasons.

It’ll likely be explained as the season progresses, but the whole “The Witness commanded Rhulk to subjugate the Worms and trick the Krill” thing in Witch Queen called into question what the Winnower’s deal was (1). Oryx knows it only as “The Deep.” I dunno if even HE knew that the Syzygy was a lie.

We don’t know ANYTHING about the Winnower other than what the Books of Sorrow (2) and Unveiling (4) tell us.

It’s at this point that I must admit my Shattered Suns knowledge is. not the best. Sorry, Rhulk lovers, I never managed to do the raid and haven’t gotten around to reading its entries on Ishtar yet, whoopsies.

We know the Books of Sorrow to be a biased, malevolently-edited account. It has vital information, but we can’t rely on it in good faith. Books of Sorrow, Verse 4:11 “Dreadnaught”- “I am Savathûn, insidious […] I graffiti this notice for you […] These Books are full of lies!” (3)

This statement from the Witch-sister provides a paradox. To attempt to understand this paradox feeds the exercise of Auryx’s throne. To fail to understand this paradox feeds Imbaru. Leave it as it is- a notice- and seek no further depths.

Unveiling is canonically in-universe propaganda, given to us by The Witness (or the Winnower? WQ “retcon” (is it a retcon?) makes that complicated). At the time of its release, we believed the Winnower to be its distributor. Fuck if I know how that situation is going nowadays- I checked out of the debate club during SotRisen and promptly forgot about it. Literally only just remembered it at the start of writing this segment of the post. Fuckin’ell, BL+WQ was weird with that lore in retrospect.

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The voices that you can uncommonly hear in the Dreadnaught aren’t the Osmium siblings as we know them.

I’ve only heard one so far- and it was Xi Ro, not Xivu Arath. I know there’s at least one of Aurash, and I wouldn’t be surprised if there was one of Sathona too. Hell, it’d be funny as fuck (and perfectly on-brand) if Sathona’s was buried in the files and we could only find it via datamines. Bonus points if it’s just a red herring (1).

For a similar conundrum, see Truth to Power.

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The line of “Xivu’s horde has entered Sol through the Dreadnaught” didn’t really make sense to me? Like, Her brood has been here for a while. We saw them in Hunt, Lost, Seraph, Deep, Witch- they’ve been present!

And the choice of Hidden Swarm for their models also makes me wonder. I thought post-Shadowkeep, the Hidden Swarm swore to Savathûn? It’s a major part of Kelgorath’s origins that he scraped the red from his chitin when renouncing the Witch-sister and swearing loyalty to Xivu

so unless I missed something where their allegiance changed again (as they were previously descendants of Crota)…

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Torobatl mentioned! Valus Forge being a good friend and advisor to Caital! Thinking of the Ulurant people not just by the militaristic nature Humanity often sees them by, but as survivors.

Tbh I’m not an Uluran lore expert (most of my fascination lies in the Eliksni, Hive, and Vex), but it’s an interesting angle to see, and it continues a thread that could be explored in Frontiers- leaving the Sol system and reclaiming Torobatl from a now-mortal Xivu.

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Keit’ehr. How do I even start with this motherfucker.

First off, she’s actually kinda intimidating. She shows up out of nowhere with no signs to her arrival other than weird vibes, then immediately overwhelms two ancient Guardians with centuries of combat experience under their belts- killing one and almost managing to do the same to the other.

Not to mention, she seems… smarter than other Dread we’ve encountered. More personality. She LAUGHED when Eris shot her face. I know the Dread have their own language, but the Disciples are clearly more sapient than the foot soldiers. Something’s weird with Keit’ehr, because she’s not only acting on her own, but she’s leading other Dread and Taken as well.

Also, she’s Taken, which normally ISN’T A THING THAT HAPPENS TO PEOPLE ANYMORE since Savathûn hasn’t done it since Arrivals, and Xivu straight-up can’t (as far as I’m aware). Drifter actually calls this out in the opening EDZ mission- you can kill Taken, but they’ll just reform in the Sea of Screams. Making new ones requires knowledge held on Tablets of Ruin (or known by The Deep and The Worms).

Adding on to this point, Keit’ehr is Taken and sapient. There’s a very short list of characters who’re like that- Quria, Riven, Nokris, Sloane (and maybe a few from TTK that I wasn’t in the fandom yet to experience). This behavior- alongside the Dire mutations in the Taken- is an anomaly that must be monitored.

Also-also, where has Keit’ehr been this whole time (during Echoes and Revenant)? Was she chasing the Echo through the stars, waiting for it to land? She’s way ahead of all of us, but not to the degree that she’s already won. WHERE DID SHE COME FROM?????

This fucker is fascinating to me, and I hope she stays this way (mysterious) until at least mid-Act 2. I’m fed up with the big-bad being someone who we already know in-ways and out. We didn’t see this level of oomph with Fikrul (subjective), and Maya’s equivalent “big reveal moment” was iffy at best (subjective) because basically everyone (biased) knew from Day One (exaggeration) that it was her (exaggeration).

I want a mystery to chase. Keit’ehr provides that mystery, and I’m all for it.

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I desperately need to learn Resonant/Dread.

BUNGIE PLZ. GIVE US A HINT.

IT’S BEEN OVER A YEAR. NOBODY’S FOUND THE TRANSLATION-STONE YET.

THROW US A BONE FOR FUCK’S SAKE

(for reasons, this exasperation is heavily played up for the bit)

(I have similar desires for Hive, Eliksni, and Uluran translation guides. I call out Resonant specifically here because I already know ATT!Eliksni, and it’s topical for this season)

[storkmuffin]

Reading your thoughts on queerness, fan service and emasculation, lemme just say that kpop idols could be the straightest people to walk this earth, but they'd still get shipped in a same sex pairing. All it takes is a look, a glance, a brush of hands between members for a new ship to be birthed. They really don't have to lift a finger but I guess they wanna bank that parasocial content so they give us a lil something to work with 😏

As an international fan, the emasculation of idols is something I reflect on. I mean, I'm a staytiny with a Han bias so I've watched a LOT of video edits with 'Han is a babygirl'. At first, it seemed amusing, then it became utterly relentless messaging and a statement of fact.

Han is a young Korean man; I don't know how he'd feel seeing endless babygirl videos of himself. To me, it's no coincidence that he's started working out, bulked up a bit and got tattoos.

This all reminds me of a visual gag where Lisa Simpson is reading a copy of Non-Threatening Boys magazine 😄 Kpop idols fit the mould in that respect! It's probably why San gets told off for not smiling enough.

Oh friend you win at nuance!! Thanks for sending this note. A couple things:

Shipping canon straight fictional men has existed since Star Trek the OG version, and there's a long tradition of that in the West. As an enthusiastic and unironic Riverdale fan, I had a wonderful time during the pandemic making friends with tumblrinas who got me into shipping two characters on that show that maybe have like, I dunno, five actual encounters, none of them in any way explicitly romantic in a seven seasons x 20 episodes show. So yeah. The urge to ship is actually superfun and delightful and unstoppable. Agreed.

동방신기 재중 (TVXQ Hero Jaejoong) who as a 2nd generation Idol (debut was 2003!!) has made some elder-statesman type statements about the Life of Idols. He said that there comes a point in every male Idol's life, at around 25 or 26, that he thinks to himself, But I'm a grown man, actually! and they do stuff like bulk up, show themselves to fans without being clean shaven, and do more 'radical' (well, for his generation of Idol) things like get piercings and tattoos, as a way to 'break out' of the cute, clean, wholesome image they debuted with as teenagers (when most of them debut). I think it's actually similar to female Disney child stars who want to be adult pop stars showing up in tight clothes with their buttocks out when they suddenly change their concept to sex symbol/ grown woman. My point being - it's not just the overseas fans that do this to male Idols.

We also cannot, at all, ignore the horrible impact of Burning Sun, and the suicides of Sully and Goo Hara, all of which happened in one year, in 2019. Taken altogether, there was some noise about how this was really the end of Kpop, the end of Idols, etc because of the filth and chaos. And right after that was the pandemic when the Idol industry, which makes at least 10% and up to 30% of its income from live concerts and events, had to basically go No-Contact and figure out how to survive. I think male Idols are under very powerful directives to just behave like boy scouts, and be unthreatening for as long as possible.

Aaaannndd there's all the other stuff I said, too, which I don't need to repeat. ^^;;

As for Han and the Stray Kids - The image he actually projects is one of sensitivity and fragility, isn't it? That's the impression I have of him. He's of the physical type of Korean guy who is quite common, actually - we have a lot of people who look barely 18 until they're 30, and sometimes beyond. So the impulse to babygirl him is understandable, and at the same time, like you, I assume that at some point (if not already) it's going to get really suffocating for him as he matures both as an adult and an artist, and as an 'elder' in his own industry as they launch new batches of Idols who look up to him and regard the work he's done as being 'classics' and 'standards.'