#mari is talkin' ೃᰰ࿔

[stary-darlin]

BOXER ELLIE PLS SAVE ME BOXER ELLIE PLS SAVE ME BOXER ELLIE PLS SAVE ME BOXER ELLIE PLS SAVE ME BOXER ELLIE PLS SAVE ME BOXER ELLIE PLS SAVE ME BOXER ELLIE PLS SAVE ME BOXER ELLIE PLS SAVE ME BOXER ELLIE PLS SAVE ME I NEED BOXER ELLIE I DEVOUR BOXER ELLIE.

[reddpenn]

What makes a rock a rock and not a crystal?

Ok SO

A mineral is a naturally occurring non-organic solid with a defined chemical composition and an orderly molecular structure. This means the molecules throughout the entire structure will be exactly the same, and be arranged in a symmetrical, geometric, repeating pattern called a crystal lattice.

Quartz is a mineral. Its chemical formula is silicon dioxide, and its crystal lattice forms a repeating tetrahedron.

Ice is also a mineral. Its chemical formula is dihydrogen monoxide, and its crystal lattice forms a repeating hexagon.

Obsidian is not a mineral. It is a mineraloid, a mineral-like substance. Its chemical composition can vary wildly, and instead of a crystal lattice, its molecules are jumbled up in an amorphous solid, meaning there’s no nice repeating pattern to them.

A crystal is any solid material with a crystal lattice.

All minerals, by definition, have a crystal lattice. So all minerals are crystals! Some things that are NOT minerals are also crystals!

Sugar is a crystal. It has a crystal lattice made from molecules of sucrose. But it is not a mineral because it is organic.

Often, these repeating geometric patterns in the crystal lattice cause the substance to naturally form big geometric structures with distinct faces - such as the points formed by quartz. These larger structures are colloquially also called crystals, and their shape (called a crystal habit) is determined by the shape of the crystal lattice. The same crystal lattice can produce multiple different crystal habits, and it’s all very cool and complicated but I won’t go off on a tangent about it right now.

A substance does not have to form big structures like this to be scientifically considered a crystal. It just needs a crystal lattice!

A rock is a naturally occurring solid aggregate of minerals and/or mineraloids. It can be made of a single mineral, or a bunch of different minerals. But when made from a single mineral, it will not be one solid block of that mineral with an unbroken crystal lattice. Because it is an aggregate, it will be a bunch of micro- to macroscopic grains of that mineral all compacted together, each with their own individual crystal lattices.

Granite is a rock. It is made of grains of minerals such as quartz and feldspar.

Limestone is a rock. It is mostly made of grains of calcite.

So rocks can be made of crystals, but rocks are not crystals - in the same way that a house can be made of bricks, but a house is not a brick!

And this is just a very quick overview of these terms, because the scientific definitions can get increasingly pedantic and there are tons of weird exceptions! It is all very fascinating.

But of course, the word rock also has a colloquial definition, which is just… a chunk of that hard stuff the planet is made of! A mineral, a crystal, a fossil or a bio-organic solid… whatever! This is a rock collection and these are my rocks!

[atomic-rattz]

I might stay up late at night just cuz im disappointed in how i wrote mari. Im gonna rewrite/re-establish their personality and habits sigh

[herosplatling-replica]

followers today i offer you a choice.

do i either:

A) post one half of this ask and post the other half later or

B) wait until later to post both halves together, at the cost of a delay

it is in comic form and i would like to screen the room today

[goldenguillotines]

this is so hard... i rlly like a bunch of ur ocs... Jaevya, Navika, Wicata, Katz, Kou, Nishii, and ofc Naka........ if I rlly had to narrow it down it'd be between Naka n' Kou tho,

U LIKE... ALL DEM??? ough... Wren I'm gonna grab u /lovingly

[elmer-kasprzak]

oscar and marie delancey would be nightmares to be around at the same time

[two-calicos-in-a-trenchcoat]

Its a lot easier to throw shit out when you're moving

Instead of "does it spark joy?" (Idk how are we quantifying joy? I like this thing and I probably could find a use for it but I feel that way about most of my things) its "do I really want to pack this thing up into a box, move it to a whole other place, and then unpack it and need to figure out where to put it at the new place"

Which is honestly much easier for me to conceptualize

Like no I really don't want to have to figure out what to do with this thing when I get it to the new place

So sure, I like it and I could probably figure out a use for it. But not enough for that.

[broken-vow-au]

*activating the plane* hm…

Zhin:…

Mary: You…uh…friend with this little pink ball with wings?

[stary-darlin]

GUYS HELP I KEEP GETTING MORE IDEAS FOR ELLIE FOCS ITS ACTUALLY CRAZY AND NEEDS TO BE STUDIED. IM ALREADY WRITING THE ONES I SAID I WILL DO BUT STAY WITH ME CUZ THIS RIDE IS JUST GETTING STARTED AND SEEMS LIKE WILL EXPLODE MY BRAINCELLS. (SO another poll :3)

You guys fr bec of me: 😭

[erisolkat]

just said the sentence "sometimes its nice to play on something that slays absolute penis but i really just enjoy the experience of playing on something that sucks absolute ass"

[italianexotiicbeauty]

Vegas is Mob Country

( @dcmoniism * samoan mob boss. )

It's after midnight and completely dark in the hotel suite, a familiar arm is wrapped securely around her waist but she still has enough room to slide out if necessary. They don't come to the strip often, not with a sizeable home in Summerlin but at his persistent behesting? She really had no choice and had been told in a rather stern tone tò pack for at minimal two weeks. Mary knew why though, the house was — for lack of better words here — hosting quite a few important guests from out of town. The guest house was for any added security personnel, the big kahunas were staying in the main house. The main gate had been alerted to the fact that a maids service was going to be coming every three days and everyone had to vacate the property in order to let them do their jobs. 

The only rule she had? Other than anything you break, you replace — no smoking inside either house. They've got security cameras in every important room / hallway, even in the garage so there was nowhere to hide. Roman had agreed to make whomever broke that rule stay in a hotel next time they came to visit. It was important that they showed unity, because this lifestyle was nothing if you weren't not only a unified front but also loyal. Her father had been the boss of the crime family in Hartford, before her parents got divorced and her mom moved them to Miami. After her mom's death, Mary relocated to Vegas and put that life behind her.

Or so she thought because somehow in 2018, that life found her again but for a different family entirely. She had to cut ties with aĺl her clients then, because running errands for a Samoan crime family ( with it being understood that she does retrieve hard drugs, help them place illegal bets, nor get them ladies or men of the evening ) was a full-time job. If it wasn't tasks for the upper bosses than it was the wives, girlfriends, or the lower level guys ( and sometimes the lower level ones went with her because it could be a LOT. ) That's how she met Roman, he was one of the sons of the hierarchy bosses — him and his cousins were running things in parts of Florida, Georgia and California. Naturally they wanted to progress further and Vegas had always been mob country since the days of Bugsy Siegel.

Sliding out from under his arm, she's quiet as possible while sneaking into the bathroom to wash her face and brush her teeth. Putting her hair up in a high ponytail after doing her business, at this hour people were either still gambling or stumbling into their rooms drunkenly. No one be in the gym downstairs, which meant she could go swim laps or walk on the stair machine for at least an hour without needing to worry. Stepping out of the bathroom suite, she made a small noise while looking at her nails. “Gotta make an appointment with the salon downstairs, these are looking so atrocious.” She muttered while walking towards the chest of dresser drawers to retrieve a workout set to put on. Being as quiet as she could be so she didn't wake him up.

[fuckin-sick-bih]

OC intros

Name: Mari Beckett Nicknames: Beck, Becks, or Beckett Date of birth: June 18th, 1896 Gender: Female Birthplace: Boston, Massachusetts Sexual Preference: Pansexual Mate Status: Unmated, interested in Nora Williams Occupation: Occupational Therapist

Personality: Extroverted, bubbly, sarcastic, impulsive, indecisive Likes: Interior design, games, gossip Dislikes: Outdated ideals, fence sitters, and growing old Hobbies: Big movie connoisseur

Hair: Curly jet black hair Eyes: Brown Height: 5 foot 6 inches Unique appearance attributes: Crescent moon shaped birthmark on her left thigh Wolf colors: Light brown with black socks and mask markings Allergies: Felines

Things of interest: Often keeps her hair up at work and down any other time. She ADORES fashion and almost went into the industry if not for her drive to help others via PT and other therapies.

Bit of background: Mari grew up in the city to two exceptionally supportive parents. She went to a religious school, and subsequently became the one known to get into trouble. She was one of the handful of students causing ruckus around her high school and has been known to throw a few parties.

Until high school became a nightmare for her. All her years in high school, she'd been a part of the popular crowd and been under the impression they were genuinely her friends. When an incident occurs after a house party that included her boyfriend cheating, Mari is left utterly abandoned, betrayed, and alone. She finished high school an outcast.

By the time she got to college, she’d settled down a bit and had evolved into a more regulated and extroverted adult. She found herself enjoying a lot of health related classes in college and problem solving. So she decided to become an Occupational Therapist and moved up to Alaska for “new beginnings” as she calls it!

[aria0fgold]

Content Warning: Gore (I think).

Random Idea I just got:

Remember the Mari-doll comic thing you made?

What if after Sunny's fight with Basil, the doctors had to remove Sunny's eye?

And Hero, being a doctor, somehow got a hold of it, to put in his Mari-doll?

Closest thing to an authentic peace of Mari (other then her bones).

OOOOOOOOOOOOO That's actually such a crazy and morbid thing but it's also so good and interesting too. It won't even matter to Hero if the eye is damaged, he can stitch that up so long as he can have it.

[thinkinonsense]

FANTASIZE❦

old!logan howlett x fem!reader

*mdni

cw: cursing, nsfw, age gap (reader is twenty-five)

wc: 1k+

a/n: i have no idea where this came from. i was supposed to be working on something completely different but apparently, this needed to be written first instead. yes it is inspired by the unreleased ariana grande song.

⊱ ─── ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ ─── ⊰

Logan couldn't read minds. He never longed for the ability or power; he was better off not knowing what others had going on in their heads. He only wanted to peek into someone's mind when he caught your twinkling eyes lingering in his direction. Luckily, he could still read your mind even without the mutation because your fantasies were written all over your face.

It was obvious to anyone caught in the same room as you and Logan, that there was tension. You burned holes all over his body with your intense gaze. If Logan was in the mood to entertain your little crush, he could compliment you in a way that was sure to make you blush.

"Good form today, kid."

"Lookin' pretty today, sweetheart."

"Lemme fix that lipstick, dollface." That one left you with an ache in between your thighs as his thumb brushed your lower lip. "Can't have you walkin' around here a mess, now can we?"

Logan wasn't sure if he would ever make it to heaven but seeing your lip tremble with need was close enough for him.

If he saw you in a dress with a pair of mary-jane's, he would try to catch a glimpse of your underwear in the reflection of your shoes. It didn't always work but it made him feel young again.

No one was brave enough to address it due to him being twice your age. Despite being twenty-five years old and already having graduated from the school, it was still considered taboo to some. If anyone asked Logan about it, he would brush it off as a schoolgirl crush that you would eventually grow out of.

It was truly harmless he thought. You got the attention you craved and Logan got to see a pretty young woman squirm in her seat because of him. It never went further than flirtatious comments and lingering stares.

❦

Today might be the worst day of your life. You and Logan were being sent out together on a mission to find a mutant that lived two hours away. It wasn't the mission that worried you; it was being stuck in a tiny car with only Logan for one hundred and twenty minutes.

"Why aren't 'cha talkin', dollface?" Logan asked, almost teasingly.

For almost twenty minutes, he was aware of your eyes watching his hand hold the wheel. Logan was also incredibly aware of the effect it had on you. A little broken sigh escapes you when his hand clenches tighter around the leather, making his veins pop even more.

"Too busy fantasizing 'bout me?"

No matter how much you tried to find someone your age to be with, your heart always went back to Logan. He treated you differently than anyone you've ever met. Sure, sometimes he made you feel like a kid but he also knew you could handle your own. Logan wouldn't let anyone underestimate you; that kept you crawling back to him.

"Maybe I am." You shrug, fed up with his games.

"Oh, yeah?" He says, taking a deep inhale of your sent. "What's goin' on in that pretty head of yours, hm?"

You were used to Logan's overly confident personality that he tried to use to intimidate you; and make you stumble over your words. It wasn't gonna work this time. Logan wanted you just as much as you wanted him, but you needed him to admit it first.

"Us in the backseat of the car." You admit, biting the inside of your cheek nervous for his response.

"Really? And what are we doing back there?" He asked, cocking his head curiously as his eyes remained glued to the road.

"You're on top of me, makin' me feel good." Your words were coy but that was the point. Logan liked being the tease; having all the power.

"Keep talkin', dollface."

There it was. You had him right where you wanted him.

You pretended to think about it for a moment before shaking your head and telling him, "No, I shouldn't"

"Why not?"

"Because an old man like yourself can't keep up with me, right? At least that's what I heard you tell the Professor."

Logan couldn't believe you had heard their conversation earlier this week. The Professor was the only person who knew the truth of how Logan felt towards you. When Charles asked him what was stopping him from pursuing you, all Logan had to say was, "I'm too old for her; can't keep up with such a young thing like her".

Which was far from the truth.

"So obsessed with me that you're listenin' to my conversations now?" He growled, pulling the car over.

"Stop acting like you aren't obsessed with me too." You smile at him. "I know a few pairs of my underwear 'mysteriously' disappear from my hamper. I know that you can hear me through the walls late at night, panting your name."

With each sentence, you inch closer to him. Logan could only compare you to the snake in Eve's garden; encouraging him to give into his temptations.

"I also know that you want me." Your eyes were dark with desire, making his pants tighter. "So, if you can't get it up or claim that you don't want me then that's fine with-"

Logan fumed with irritation and lust. Not thinking twice before slamming your lips into yours. He tasted exactly like you imagine; tobacco and mint. You were addicted; no one could ever compare to him.

In a rush, his rough hands pulled you into his inviting lap before one cupped your jaw and his other made its way up your skirt, toying with your lacy underwear. He wasn't going to give it to you that easily.

"L-Logan, please," You moan against his mouth, trying to create some friction on his lap. "Need it."

God, he's waited a long time to hear that; to see you so desperate in his arms. When he pulled back to look at you, Logan couldn't be more pleased with the image in front of him. Your eyes shut tightly, face scrunched, trying to concentrate, and lips pouty with annoyance. Logan removes his hand under your skirt; causing the prettiest whine to escape you. He thought you might be what finally kills him.

"We aren't done, sweetheart." He groaned in your ear. "Get in the backseat because you are gonna tell me every single one of your fuckin' fantasies."

[matildazq]

Review: Marie and Rosetta, Northlight Theatre, Skokie, IL