#lysson

[laadep]

Part 2: https://www.tumblr.com/laadep/734253347570417664

If Paulo in the game Pokemon Masters Ex had had more moments being a villain. I wanted to finish this before the event but I was busy with things in life.

I don't understand why Paulo faced Giovanni instead of Ghetsis I mean, it made more sense for him to take on the guy who killed his dog.

Will I continue this comic ? If you want it to be so, write it in the comments.

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[disyahreggaemusic]

the prodigy: emwah warmington, lyssons, st thomas 🇯🇲

[nysocboy]

Gemstones Episode 2.1 Review, Continued: Keefe's kiss, Kelvin's boner, and a thug with broken thumbs

This is a continuation of Episode 2.1: Junior likes dicks, Kelvin likes pecs, and f*k yeah, we got both!

In the last scene, Keefe is excluded from Sunday dinner with the family.  Now we see what he missed:

Judy and BJ accused of betraying the family because they got married at Disney World (by Prince Eric, the "hottest guy in the Disney catalog"), and because they don't have kids.  Judy argues that she's trying to keep her body "foine" to incite BJ's desire.  Nope, they need to make babies. The job/house/wife/ kids litany again.

There's also a jab at Kelvin's muscle obsession. It's not just homoerotic desire: desire of any sort is inconsistent with family.  

Left: Jonah Hauer-King, who played Prince Eric in the Litle Mermaid movie.

More Disruptions: We cut to Eli playing croquet, gazing at girl butts, and flirting with a lady. Suddenly Junior, his friend from his wrestling days, appears amid sinister music!   Eli ignores him and drives away.  A homoerotic disruption of Eli's heterosexual dalliance, parallel to the God Squad disrupting the nuclear family procession earlier. 

My Mans:  The family flies to Florida to inspect the site of the Lyssons' proposed resort.   When they return, Keefe and the God Squad meet them at their private airfield.  The family is shocked: didn't they know about the God Squad? 

"Uh-oh, my mans!" Kelvin exclaims, rushing forward to tell Keefe "You are looking great!"  In Southern Coastal grammar, "mans" is singular, "mens" plural.  He means Keefe.

Keefe tries to move in for a kiss, but Kelvin blocks him with an awkward hug.  He tries again, and Kelvin blocks him again. Finally he makes a blatant "enough!" gesture and backs off.  Judy finds this little dance hilarious.   It reflects the couple's conflict this season: Keefe wants to join the family as Kelvin's partner, the equivalent of BJ, sitting at the dinner table being criticized, while Kelvin isn't sure that same-sex romance is even possible.  His muscle cult is about desire: no love allowed. 

We cut to Eli in his office, watching a tv news show: Thaniel Block being interviewed about the "salacious scandal" story that took down Pastor Butterfield.  How famous was this guy?  I thought he was just the anonymous pastor of a satellite church.  They preach "sex only between married heterosexual partners, or you're going to hell," but privately they do everything under the sun.  Who will he target next?   Maybe Kelvin-- "Secretly gay youth minister holds wild sex orgies with his stable of muscle boys."  Ulp.   

Damn, we got old: Later, Eli is standing at the docks, worrying, when Junior approaches him and grabs him from behind, another homoerotic intrusion into his heteronormative life.  Junior complains that Eli forgot that he existed. 

Then: "We got old.  I look like a piece of shit, but damn!  You look sturdy!  Still got that mass going on!"  He grabs Eli's butt to check. Sort of presumptuous, dude, thinking that your ex will still be into you after fifty years. 

Eli thinks that Junior plans to blackmail him over revealing their days as loan enforcers (and lovers?), but he claims that he's just there for nostalgia, looking up an old friend.  "Why you all nervous, Eli?  Why are you bein' all weird?"  In this series, "weird" usually refers to sexual frustration.

Junior tries to hug him again, but Eli pushes him away.  On a scale of 1 to 100, how certain are you that these guys spent the psychedelic 1970s enjoying free love?  

As Eli walks away, Junior guilts him into a dinner invitation.

Sticky Stephens:  Nuclear families are  eating at Sticky Stephens, a parody of the Sticky Fingers Restaurant in Charleston that closed down in 2020.  Both sound dirty. The 1972 Rolling Stones album of that name  depicted a pair of jeans with an enormous bulge, leaving no question about why the fingers are sticky.

Junior points out a kissing couple: "Damn, look at that piece of tail he's with!" Ok, so he's bi.  Everybody watches as the man, Randall (Rene Rivera), lifts his girl onto the counter so they can have sex right in the restaurant!  Why doesn't someone on staff intervene? Eli yells at him to "tone down romance," and Randall yells "Suck my dick, Grandpa." But the couple leaves.

"I wonder what my Daddy would think about you and me being reunited," Junior says.  Eli answers: "He put us together, so he would think he did a pretty good job."  Except they were separated for a lifetime.  That's not a great job of matchmaking.

Junior says that his Daddy just disappeared one day, setting up a major mystery of the Season: Did Eli murder Glendon Marsh?

A Proper Erection:  The siblings meet at the Aimee-Leigh memorial to discuss who will be in charge of the church after Eli steps down.  Certainly not Kelvin, Jesse jibes: "All you care about is muscles," and it's not about God, "it's about being self-centered and popping boners."  Jesse just stated that Kelvin gets a boner when he looks at muscular guys, and he doesn't deny it.  He doesn't get the least defensive.  How out can you get?

Kelvin counters that it's about being healthy.  But, he concedes, "If you're healthy, you do maintain a proper erection." 

Judy agrees with him.  Their stories run parallel, so obviously they have both been having sex with their partners.  Fans who claim that Kelvin is not sexually active tend to ignore this scene, and actually the entire season. 

Next, Jesse goes to work on his son's masturbation.  He actually doesn't think that there's anything wrong with masturbation, but in order to convince Abraham to stop leaving secretions, he says that when you do it, all of your dead relatives, even your distant ancestors, swoop down to watch and judge you: "When people see you do something bad, it's hard for them to look at you in any other way."  In sociology it's called a stigma, a "spoiled identity."  I wonder if other people around have spoiled identities due to the bad behavior in their past.  Maybe Eli?

Back to Eli and Junior: Outside the restaurant, the guys run into Randall the Thug saying goodbye to his girlfriend.  "Bet you two queefs haven't seen action like that in years!" he jokes. Eli doesn't want to engage, but Junior gets riled: "How dare you talk to us like that! We're from Memphis, asshole.  We stuff twinks like you full of rocks and sink you in the Misssi-fucking-sippi."  Only gay men use the expression "twink." Junior knows his way around gay culture. 

Things escalate. Randall punches Junior, then Eli  The old wrestling training kicks in, and Eli punches, kicks, and head-butts him, and as he screams for mercy, breaks his thumbs! The end.  Dang!  These boys are obviously being presented as ex-lovers, and Junior is openly bi in the present!

The full review, with examples of "proper erections," is on RG Beefcake and Boyfriends

[realyouth19]

lyssons st thomas.

[dreamylightz]

“Welcome to Café Lysson! We strive for a better coffee for a brighter tomorrow! Have a seat, I’ll come get your order in a second!”

[goldenscorpion-yt]

One photo?

[jattractions]

Watching sunset 🌅 on Lysson Beach 🏖 in St.Thomas. This is attraction number 9 in the #12TravelsofChristmas series. #jamaicans #travel #jamaicantravel #attractionsinjamaica #solotravel #stthomasjamaica #jattractions #lysson #lyssonbeach #girlswhotravel #jattractions (at Lyssons Beach) https://www.instagram.com/p/B6l9qVgBb-B/?igshid=164jn0hne0ugm

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[nathy-marisson]

『The Strongest Mega Evolution』

— Lysandre - Lysson (フラダリ Fleur-de-lis) Aesthetic

Alain • Mairin • Steven • Lysandre • Sycamore

[laadep]

Inktober Pokemon Inspired

27. Crime teams

[prisonrose]

Manibus Date Lilia Plenis || Closed

{ @coeurdelys​ from [here] }

“I miss my freedom more than I thought I would.”

--

“ yes… one tends to forget about it until they have to be placed in some sort of confinement. ”

their notes and thoughts flow onto the paper with ease as they continue to jot down observations, only occasionally flickering their gaze up to watch dhimani. it wasn’t often that they’d find themselves in other regions for their job; legislation could be so tricky to decipher  between them all. the case files didn’t help either, but, they managed to get at least some understanding out of it all.

… they think, anyway.

once they’re done writing up to the current moment, their hand rests on the notebook’s page, and they look up with as soft a smile as they could do.

“ how do you believe it has impacted on you, mentally ? ” the answer to that may seem obvious ( absolutely fucking terribly ), but being in the job as long as they have, they’ve heard strange responses before that weren’t so clean-cut.

it was always worth a shot asking, and not because it was one of the required questions to make sure well-beings weren’t being jeopardised.

“...” 

Dhimani lost himself in a brief quiet spell, staring blankly into negative space for a moment. He’d been taken in for an emergency intervention and placed on suicide watch thanks to his cellmate noticing something off about him. Getting accustomed to a new roommate wasn’t exactly high on Craig’s to-do list, so when he noticed that tell-tale look of empty listlessness in Dhimani’s eyes, he took it to staff to get it taken care of ASAP.

To Dhimani, it felt like a betrayal. The staff weren’t going to risk a high profile death like him on their records, so they took drastic action pretty much immediately. He was back in isolation, although this time he supposed he should be somewhat relieved. They actually hired someone to visit him once a day for therapy sessions instead of leaving him to go mad on his own locked inside of that cramped, windowless room. 

The words of the therapist’s question trickled back into the crevices of his mind. They almost felt like an insult. Not that he could really drum up enough fucks to give to actually BE insulted anymore. It was just one small thing riding on top of the thousands of other small things.

“... I’m tired,” he said at last, still avoiding their eyes. “I’m tired all the time.” He shifted to scratch at the stubble lining his cheek. “I used to read a lot, you know. Books upon books. It helped pass the time. And a part of me found it fun, you know. To get wrapped up in a story, and imagine myself exploring.”

Another long pause. His gaze hadn’t moved from that one foggy smudge on the pane of glass making up the large one-way mirror he was now sitting in front of. He wondered if that had been his doing.

“And then I stopped. It felt like a lot of energy... spent reading about places I’d never go. It just reminded me of how trapped I really was. So now... I just sleep. That passes the time pretty well, too.”

[curatorofthisdigitalmorass]

Antoine Lysson “Carrier”

[cyberclays]

The Last Frontier - by Antoine Lysson

[valeran]

Lysson and the Buck rewrite

The Felling

The sounds of the forest begin to fade. The scout moves carefully through the underbrush, each footstep carefully finding a quiet spot among fallen leaves. By the time she has taken a handful of steps the silence feels complete. The sun, heedless of the girl’s rising concern, continues to shine through the dense canopy, the rays showing dancing motes on the breeze.

 Lysson’s boots were the second most expensive item she had, after her long bow, of course. The boots were handmade, and for scouting and tracking, a properly fitted boot was eseential. After the initial foray into shoemaking, shed had to turn to the cordwainer in town. She kept her own efforts for around the house, though.

The longbow itself was held in her hand, arrow already nocked. Its limbs reached outwards and back reaching well above her head. With the shrubs and bushes which crouched on the forest floor, it was quite a task to keep the string and limbs free of obstruction during a shot.

 Her outfit of muted browns and greens kept her as close to the forest background colours, without making her unsuitable for walking the streets. Breeches and a fitted jerkin allowed her to move through and around the hungry forest without hindrance, while here hat came to a point in front of her eyes. The felt was the product of her own hunting and animal care, an accomplishment she was quite proud of.

 Her free hand caressed the damaged leaves of a nearby bush. Stray hairs of her target remained clutched among the grasping splinters.

Running wildly, through things. It must be him.

 The breeze wafting towards her announced the presence of a mud hole. There, a cloven hoofprint. Most of the animals in the forest had cloven hooves. The prey animals anyway. But this one had been in quite a hurry.

 A wild noise broke the silence nearby. Lysson’s natural reaction to freeze in place rose, but she slowed her movements to a crawl instead. Freezing simply highlighted the presence of something mobile. Branches and leaves didn’t freeze in place, so neither did the hunter.

 Before the sound has faded, Lysson had strode purposefully forwards, and peeked around the trunk of a large tree. In this part of the forest, she wouldn’t have been able to touch her fingertips around any of the tree trunks.

 There, snorting and prancing in the clearing up ahead. The buck.

 The clearing was torn up, here and there. The grass trampled where it had been insulted by powerful hooves. Various trees around the edge had gouges from where the beast had tried to let out whatever it was feeling. Its wild eyes and foaming mouth confirmed the hunters worst fears.

It was contaminated too.

 The beast stopped in front of a tree on the other side of the clearing, and bent its neck, the hair wet with its exertion. A few swipes of its antlers and it reared up, briefly, before bringing its head down once more, panting, head lowered.

 Lysson bowstring tightened as she set her bow-arm. This was already a difficult hunt, but her target’s unpredictability would make it touch and go.

 As she eased back from the trunk of the tree, to move towards one end of the clearing for a better shot, the buck raised its head, gazing straight at its pursuer.

 Aaah! What the hells was that?

Lysson winced as she felt a bolt of pain go straight through her head.

 Setting her jaw, she saw the animal glaring at her, seemingly unaware of the effect it had had on the human. Nostrils flaring as it pawed the ground, the animal made to launch itself forwards. Its weight would carry it through any defence, and the tree sharpened tips of its impressive rack would go straight through the annoying presence in front of it.

 The bow rose, the hunter’s muscles working smoothly in concert, as they had hundreds, thousands of times before. The arrow flew true, the metal tip passing through the creature like a hot knife through butter.

 The beast was dead before it hit the ground, but its weight carried it a few metres forwards all the same.

 Before the beast fell, another arrow from the quiver on her back sat waiting on the bowstring.

 As silence once more settled on the scene, Lysson slowed her breathing, straining her ears for any further disturbances. Keeping the arrow on the string, she moved into the clearing, towards her fallen foe. Now that it was dead, she could feel an uneasiness from where it lay. It reminded her of the bolt of pain she’d felt a moment earlier.

 Placing her bow on the ground next to the beast’s body, she drew her hatchet, clutching the handle tightly as she reached her other hand towards the animals head.

 Something was in there.

Probably the same thing shed seen from the others.

 She extended her thoughts down her arm into the animal, and felt it. A slippery feeling. Of turmoil and disaster.

 As before, a thick substance dripped from the bottom of the skull into the grass. It was unlike any liquid had seen before. It flowed, unlike pitch, and seemed to suck in light. In the bright sunlight of midday, it quickly evaporated, and the pressure it had been exerting on her lifted.

 The sun seemed a little brighter, just then.

 Sitting back on her heels for a moment, Lysson let the relief flood through her. It had been a long hunt, from the house back near the edge of the forest. But she’d ended the reign of terror of this powerful beast, corrupted as it was.

Without something taking control of its fear and anger, she would have been able to calm it and prevent any property damage or bloodshed. But her gentler abilities were no threat to whatever that black stuff was.

The animals of the forest would soon be attracted to the carcasse, and she set to work, replacing the hatchet on her belt and drawing her knife.

Some time later, the sun had shifted in the sky, and the bucks skin was safely stowed, while a few choice cuts of meat had been sealed in a bag. It was spelled to keep the meat fresh, and with a little help from her, wouldn’t run of power for a good long while. Rinsing her hands with some water from her water skin, she rose, and took a sip.

It was a long walk back to the cabin, and she needed to write her report.

She loved the forest, and she’d keep it safe as long as she could. But admin work was the price she had to pay for that privilege.

[winnerloser]

@coeurdelys

It's not much of a life you're living It's not just something you take it's given

Round and around and around and around we go Oh now, tell me now, tell me now, tell me now you know

Ooh, ooh, ooh, the reason I hold on Ooh, ooh, ooh, 'cause I need this hole gone Well, funny you're the broken one But I'm the only one who needed saving 'Cause when you never see the light It's hard to know which one of us is caving

[pixylate-archive2020]

@coeurdelys​

     ❝ Oh...! You're the famous psychiatrist, right...? ❞

The other's appearance was difficult to forget once you saw it, be it in person or from a magazine page. However, their name was escaping her at the moment. She knew it started with an 'L'. Nonetheless, Valerie regarded them with respect, but also curiosity.

    ❝ Is there any particular reason why you're here in Laverre? Or is it...confidential? ❞