#o1 sweep

[doyoulikethissong-poll]

Erwin Beekveld - They're Taking the Hobbits to Isengard 2005

"They're Taking the Hobbits to Isengard" is a video that was published on August 16th, 2005, by Dutch musician and photographer Erwin Beekveld, as a Flash-animation on the website Albino Blacksheep. In 2006, it was re-posted to Youtube, where it gained over 12.5 million views and 38,900 comments in the first seven years. The two-minute video composed of multiple fragments from the film trilogy The Lord of the Rings became an internet meme, and has obtained a cult status mostly among fans of this trilogy. It is built out of scenes from The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring and The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers. In the video, actor Orlando Bloom is seen playing the elf Legolas, who repeats the line "They're taking the hobbits to Isengard!" He is occasionally interrupted by Gollum (played by Andy Serkis), and also by Marton Csokas as Celeborn, who repeatedly inquires the whereabouts of Gandalf.

The dialogue is rhythmically set to a techno version of music originally composed by Howard Shore for the movies' soundtracks, and contains among others the leitmotif of the song "Concerning Hobbits". The song caught the attention of participants of a discussion forum sponsored by the Association of Literary Scholars and Critics, in which the dactylic quality of the song's prosody was discussed at length. (Read it here!)

In the book Fan Fiction and Copyright: Outsider Works and Intellectual Property Protection, "They’re Taking the Hobbits to Isengard" is mentioned as an example for the amendment on the Digital Millennium Copyright Act, an American law concerning the author's copyright on digital media. The amendment from 2010 made it legal, under certain conditions, to use fragments from movies and television shows in personal videos. Musicologist Michael L. Klein (Professor at the Temple University of Philadelphia) mentions "They're Taking the Hobbits to Isengard" in his book Music and the Crises of the Modern Subject as an example of a meme and mash-up as the pinnacle of creativity in the postmodern age.

In 2013, after Orlando Bloom finished filming his final scenes on the set of The Hobbit: The Battle of the Five Armies, director Peter Jackson published a video in which Bloom, dressed up as Legolas, sings along with "They're Taking the Hobbits to Isengard". In the next five days, the video received more than 6.9 million views and 7,200 comments. In an interview for Rude Tube in 2013, Beekveld says people love or hate him for making the video, due to its catchy tune, and that it made him very happy to see Bloom sing along with his remix eight years later, which he states is the ultimate recognition. On 30 March 2022, Beekveld died of lung cancer at the age of 52.

"They're Taking the Hobbits to Isengard" received a total of 82,5% yes votes!

[maukree]

Day 26: Bucky/Peter - Public Sex

Witcher AU.

Peter rolls to his feet, daggers angled up. “What? Hate being double-booked too?” he taunts and easily dodges a half-assed swipe, drops low, sweeping his leg around, hoping to at least slow this grumpy asshole down. It’s been a minute since he’s danced with this particular Witcher—almost a full year now—and hell, Peter’s missed it. Missed him, maybe. So much, apparently, that a second later Peter’s pinned, the weight of his favorite metal-armed nightmare pressing him into place against the splintered wood wall. “Keep that fuckin’ toothpick to yourself, little spider,” rumbles a deep voice, just as Peter grins with, “I give up,” but makes a point of wiggling not only his eyebrows but also his steel dagger right at Bucky’s groin.

Rating: Explicit Wordcount: 4.2k Bingo fills and cards under the fold

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[iccarian]

∗ o1﹕ sender  tucks  hair  out  of  receiver’s  face . ― @crownslip, hayley.

cerulean gaze peers up through her lashes, the glum lines upon her visage softening as a tender hand sweeps auburn locks from her sight. a tepid smile is offered, reaching to close her fingers lightly around the hybrid's wrist and pull it down from where it has habitually started combing through her hair. ❝ i'm fine, mom. ❞ maybe not very easy to convince her when sleepless circles bruise under her eyes and her shoulders slump in her desk chair, but she still tries.

her mother's gaze has always been too discerning, and hope averts her own to the sketch she hasn't touched for over an hour as a canine sinks into her lower lip. ❝ i always am. ❞

[charlotteswebbbbb]

What's the vibe? #80

News:

Ideas of a changing society?

In Spain, single parents are now entitled to the same amount of paid parental leave that couples get. A court in Mercia who were ruling on a part time worker's leave said: "16 weeks for her, and 16 additional weeks that would have been available to her partner were she to have had one." So basically 32 weeks for one person. The future of parenting may be that it becomes more easier in certain countries to have children or people lobby their governments based on decisions made like this.

An idea:

Deepseek V1? What's that? You may have heard over the weekend and on Monday, about a new AI model sweeping the internet which is fully open source and cost way less than OpenAI to make. Deepseek, an artificial intelligence company, released their R1 model last week.

"The release of DeepSeek’s R1 model last week and its rise to the top of Apple’s App Store has triggered a tech stock sell-off. Asian tech shares fell on Tuesday in the wake of a Wall Street rout overnight. The Nasdaq fell 3 per cent and US chipmaker Nvidia, which produces the chips used to train large AI models, slumped 17 per cent, losing $600bn in market capitalisation. On Monday evening, Altman wrote on X that DeepSeek’s model was “impressive, particularly around what they’re able to deliver for the price”. He added: “We will obviously deliver much better models and also it’s legit invigorating to have a new competitor!”- from the Financial Times.

Altman is obviously freaking out, the market is freaking out, Trump told Silicon Valley to pull up its boots. Technology is moving faster than ever before. But I also think that this increases China's already growing soft and hard power in the world. If Trump is causing chaos in the West, China is essentially promising prosperity, cutting edge tech and pushing us forward into the future of living with technology, they offer an image of stability.

On the culture slant, what you need to know is that the Silcon Valley thought that they would be world leaders on AI, that it was expensive that that no one should know what their back door looked like. It's not about how much money you spend, it's the question of efficiency.

"Its researchers wrote in a paper last month that DeepSeek-V3 model, launched on Jan. 10, used Nvidia's lower-capability H800 chips for training, spending less than $6 million.

DeepSeek-R1, released last week, is 20 to 50 times cheaper to use than OpenAI's o1 model, depending on the task, according to a post on DeepSeek's official WeChat account."

Sorry Dazed, I really think you're wrong about sex...

I think there's this muddling between perversion and people searching for euphoria.

Mens Fashion Week! Best shows ONLY. (in my honest opinion.)

Harris Dickinson in Babygirl core at Acne Studios

Aliens will be so big this year, mark my words... Walter Van Beirendonck

Willy Chavarria, man of the moment. Love it all, very sexy.

Lemaire, so classy and in the city.

Kiko Kostadinov... we're going to Hyrule for this collection.

Rick Owens, obsessed with this hoodie.

Video of the weekkkk:

[98shawns]

one to ten. (t.c.)

ten times you love each other. ten out of countless.

words: 2522

warnings: nsfw, language, alcohol consumption

an: lol i know i’m a shawn blog but now this is my white boy blog so i can do what i want!! and timmy literally makes me want to cry he’s so sweet and cute i love him aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!

o1: ritual.

“I love you.” Timothée’s voice is sweet as he smiles into the phrase. It’s a bidding of farewell as he leaves for his morning schedule, but when you turn the corner to see him off, he hadn’t even had the door opened.

Instead he was waiting for you; shoes on, with his hands in his pockets, and a grin on his face. You roll your eyes and walk over to him.

“Have a good day.” Your hands come to his shoulders to pull him into a kiss. His grin widens as you pull away, and he rested his hands on your forearms.

“You too.” He says, sliding a hand to reach yours to give your knuckles a small kiss.

You end up finally chasing him out with a laugh, but he leaves only thinking of you, and how he can’t wait for the end of the day to see you again.

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o2: remedy.

“I love you.” You whisper the three words like a spell against the shell of Timothée’s ear and he can’t help but sigh. Today was horrible; stress and pressure had built towers upon his shoulders and he wouldn’t let them break down on him. Not in public at least.

He didn’t even take his jacket off when he fell face first into your bed, head landing straight into your lap.

Your fingers left the pages of your book to run through your boyfriend’s chocolate locks. Your heart ached as silence filled the room. You wished that you knew some sort of magic spell to wipe all his problems off the universe; but you couldn’t.

The closest thing to magic you knew how to do for Timothée was leave the bed for a moment to rummage through your dresser for an extra pair of clothes for him to change into. He hadn’t moved an inch when you came back but once he felt your gentle touch on his shoulder, he complied with your silent request to roll over and sit up.

You try to keep a neutral face as you stand between Timothée’s legs to bring him into a hug. You feel him sigh into your chest; where his head rested. His arms wrap around your middle and he gives you a squeeze.

Timothée finally cracks a smile when you pull away from the hug and bring your hands up to his cheeks to kiss his forehead.

He knows how sweet you are; how you wished you had solutions to all his problems, and how you hated that you didn’t. But that was okay with him. Being there to be with him at the end of the day was solution enough.

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o3: spell.

“I love you,” He chants it desperately between pants against your lips. Almost as if he didn’t remind you every day. I love you. I love you. I love you. Like a spell he’d cast to make you his forever.

You casted the phrase back. I love you too. And gasp when you feel Timothée’s hands travel below the waistband of your shorts.

Two of his nimble fingers found themselves spreading your slit, and you find yourself grinding against his digits to feel some sort of relief.

“I’ve barely done anything and you’re already this wet for me…” He seems unaffected but you were hovering over his lap and felt his growing length pressing against your thigh. All you could do was bury your head into the crook of his head and nod.

The action makes him smirk as two of his digits slide into your core. You squeak and tense up at the sensation, and Timothée’s mouth lovingly finds your neck.

All he can think of is how much he loves this. He loves how sensitive you are. He loves how he knows that it’s so easy to get you riled up just because it was him. He loves how your hips buckle against his fingers when he curls them just how you like it. He loves how your juices drip over his digits and how your whole body shakes when he gets you off with just his fingers alone.

But he eventually wonders if it’s just because he simply loves everything that you do, because he finds you just as lovely as he positions his length at your core once you’d barely ridden out your high.

And when he hears your moans come out breathless and strangled once he moves his hips; he just finds you one thing: lovely.

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o4: gratitude.

“I love you.” Timothée grins as he whispers it into your ear as you cry at his performance. His hands rub your arms as you try to stop your tears from falling, and you hit his chest as he laughs at you.

“You’re the most talented human alive.” You manage between sniffles and he feels like his smile has never been wider.

You’ve always been his number one supporter, and you were the reason why he loved his job so much. The way he could tell a story and move someone, anyone to tears with his art made him feel honoured.

But he doesn’t tell you that. Not when you were already a crying mess, at least. Instead he gazed at you thoughtfully, replies with a simple “Thank you.”, and wipes your tears away with the pads of his thumbs.

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o5: calm.

“I love you…” It’s the first thing he says before suggesting that the two of you need to talk your problems out before you go off on a frenzy by accusing him of things that weren’t true. It was a rare occurrence, but useless fights are unavoidable in any relationship.

You try to keep a cool mind but everything felt like it was crashing down at once. Life was testing your boundaries by ruining everything you’ve worked hard for; and you and Timothée both knew that lashing out on him was just an excuse to blow off some steam.

You felt like you’d go insane if you admitted that you were in the wrong. So instead you don’t say anything, and he sighs.

“Please tell me what’s wrong. I can’t help you if you won’t tell me anything.” His eyes aren’t filled with any malice, just worry, and you begin to feel even worse. This wasn’t fair; not for him. You wouldn’t let life ruin the both of you either. Not when there wasn’t any need to.

“You’re right, I’m sorry.” You finally admit defeat, and Timothée sighs as he takes this as his cue to run his thumb underneath your eye to wipe away a stray tear. He wraps his arms around you and doesn’t pull away until he feels you do the same, resting your chin on his shoulder.

“Thank you.” His face relaxes. Relief. And you realize how lucky you are to have someone who knew how to be rational.

Somehow, your mind cools.

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o6: beautiful.

“I love you,” it’s a whimper that falls from your lips as he thrusts into you. His name and other praises of affection leave your mouth; the mouth he loves so much, and he can’t help but bite down onto the skin of your neck as he takes you from behind.

“You’re such a good girl, you like being fucked from behind that much?” He grunts when your walls clench around his cock at his words. His hips rock faster and your voice becomes whinier.

“T-Timmy– I– I’m going to– I–“ Coherent sentences escape your mind and blur with pleasure when Timothée’s nimble fingers find your clit. He knows what you want and you’ve been patient with him. He has every intention of giving you what you're going crazy for.

“Cum for me,” He moans, lips latching onto the side of your neck as his thrusts became sloppier and his fingers moved more urgently.

You cry out as his hips slammed against your ass a few more times, and the knot in your stomach becomes undone. Your upper half collapses onto the bed as Timothée’s movements become slower to help you ride out your high.

But you barely catch your breath when Timothée pulls out and flips you onto your back. His eyes were still dark as he studied your face, with your eyes glazed over and half open, and swollen lips parted while you panted for air.

“You’re so beautiful… I love you so fucking much...” He murmurs to himself more than anyone before giving you what felt like the hundredth kiss than night.

He sucks on your bottom lip as he spreads your legs, and you mentally hit yourself for thinking that Timothée was anywhere close to being done with you for the night.

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o7: plenty.

“I love you.” It’s said against your ear, but trapped inside your phone. All Timothée could do was frown when you tell him that you love him back in a raspy voice.

The only horrible thing about shooting globally was that he wouldn’t be able to see you for weeks; maybe months on end. He missed important days like birthdays and anniversaries with no mercy from his production crew; but this is what he signed up for so he wouldn’t complain. He loves what he does, after all.

And he’s glad that you understand. You always remind him that you’re just a call away, and he knows you’re right but it still never sits well with him when he can’t hold you in his arms. Especially when you need him most.

But he tries his best, and that’s all you need.

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o8: care.

“I love you!” Timothée chuckles as you drunkenly pepper kisses onto his face the second he opens the door to welcome you home. He holds you by your waist as you wrap your arms around his neck to bring him into a deep kiss.

He smiles; alcohol from your staff party lingers on your clothes and tongue but he still could only find you that much lovelier. He knew you were an inherently affectionate person since birth, but your shyness always dissipates in beer bottles and tequila shots.

“Hey, you’re really hot. Can we do it?” You pull back and ask breathlessly. It takes him a few moments to process your request, but when he does he’s speechless. All he does is laugh before sweeping the hair falling in your face and cupping your cheeks.

“No. Doing it is a no no if you’re this drunk, but we can get you to bed instead. I swear it will feel equally as amazing.” He suggests, smiling when you pout before dragging you towards your bedroom.

“Well if it’s a no then why’re you taking my clothes off?” You slur your words as Timothée helps you step out of your outfit. You comply when he sits you down at the edge of your bed before pulling out more comfortable clothes for you to sleep in.

“Don’t go to sleep yet,” He laughs when your eyes start drooping right after he helps you into your pyjamas. You barely notice him disappearing into the kitchen until he comes back with a glass of water and an aspirin. You groan when he makes you consume both of them to completion, but he’s indifferent as he tucks you into bed.

“Aren’t you going to kiss me goodnight?” You whisper, still drunk but still somehow so lovely in Timothee’s eyes. He grins and pecks your forehead, cheeks, nose, and eventually lips before whispering a goodnight.

And a final I love you is the last thing you hear when you’re finally lulled off to sleep.

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o9: tender.

“I love you.” You giggle as Timothée pulls you into him, and the couch sinks as you straddle his lap. He smiles into the kiss he gives you as his hands slide up your thighs.

He’s in the middle of unbuttoning your blouse when he pulls away to stare at you. His eyes turn into crescents as he smiles at you, and you scoff.

“What?” You ask, pushing his curls out of his face. Timothée shrugs before wrapping his arms around your waist.

“You're just... really beautiful, is all.” He says. Almost innocently.

You melt at his words and kiss his forehead. He chuckles and finally slides your shirt off your shoulders before connecting his lips to the crook of your neck.

You squeal as he gently pushes you down onto your back, and before you know it his lips are on yours again, kissing you before slowly pulling away.

“I love you,” He whispers. You stare into his eyes and smile. You believed it more than anything.

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10: first.

“I love you!” Timothée revels at how much he says it casually nowadays. He says it for simple reasons, like when he wakes up and you’re the first thing he sees, or when you tell him that you’d pick up milk for him before you get home over the phone. There was no real reason as to why he even said it any more other than that he loved you at every moment.

He always smiles to himself when he remembers when the two of you first exchanged the three words. You were the first to break, only one month into your relationship when you were seeing him off after a night in at your apartment.

The two of you agreed to take it slow but when you somehow kissed him goodbye before casually telling him, “Bye, love you.”, he was over the moon. He tried not to make a big deal out of the thoughtless comment, only giving you a wide grin as he gave you one last kiss before leaving.

A text ensued right when he got back to his apartment.

My Baby[00:03]:

Hey! Sorry if that was weird when you left.  I know that we agreed to take it slow but tonight was just so fun, it just kind of slipped out… I hope you weren’t too put off by it. Sorry again.

Back at your apartment, you were banging your head against the wall when he didn’t respond, even twenty minutes later. He was weirded out. You knew it. You just liked him so much… he made you so happy that you couldn’t help yourself.

A knock at your door snapped you out of your self-loathing and you wondered why anyone would do such a thing at 12:30 in the morning. But when you answered, you couldn’t even process when Timothée lunged towards you to give you a kiss. You stumble back but he steadied you by wrapping an arm around your waist.

He pulled back, breathless, and laughed when he saw that your eyes had popped out of their sockets. He brought a hand up to one of your flushed cheeks. He knew you’d be surprised that he came back, but part of him also knew that he had to say it back in person.

“I love you, too.”

[thisissirius]

oooh you watch critical role, right? top 5 emotional moments from both campaigns? <3

i didn't watch much of the second campaign so most of these are gonna be from the first :P

o5. pike's poem and grog's FIX HIM for scanlan :(

o4. tiberius in the ice. fuck.

o3. when the conclave sweep on emon? that moment STILL makes me emotional even now

o2. gilmore and vax's parting because GILMORE DOESN'T KNOW vax is going to die and i hate it :))))

o1. scanlan having to use wish before he could save vax :(((

[bngtanah]

House of Triad | Needs (m)

summary: All the best things come in threes.     Just a bunch of one-shots centering around V, RM and the shared girlfriend they affectionately call ‘Honey’.

pairing: RM  x Reader

word count: 2k genre:  smut rating: explicit

chapters: o1| o2| o3|

warning: smut, explicit sexual themes, ambw, poly, riding, kitchen sex

a/n: There is no plot, only trash.

Honey was met with the sounds of pots and pans clattering against the counter and then falling to the ground followed by Namjoon's yelling 'Fuck!' as loud as he could. All signs pointed to one thing;

 It was Namjoon's day to cook.

 "Joon," Honey called softly as she rounded the corner and saw him seated on the floor nursing a bruise on his foot. "What are you doing?" 

"I dropped something...." He pouted as he looked up from the ground, even seated on the ground he was still nearly Honey's height "Do I have to cook today? Can't we just order something?" Namjoon complained, with his arms outstretched to welcome Honey into his arms as she moved to sit on his lap.

"Nope, you've used up the eating out budget this month. So suck it up and get cooking Nams," Honey giggled and flicked her finger against his nose.

Namjoon groaned and leaned forward, cradling his head in the crook of Honey's neck "I hate cooking," he grumbled and wrapped his arms around Honey's hips.  

"I know you do baby, but we gotta eat" Honey answered with a slight chuckle "Speaking of us, where's TaeTae?" There was no way he wouldn't have popped up by now if he was at home.

"I sent him to the market to get garlic, how do we run out of garlic?" Namjoon mused, still grumbling against Honey's skin.

"Ah, the market is like twenty minutes away...." Honey sighed then tapped her finger against Namjoon's shoulder to make him look up at her, "Wanna have some fun?"

Namjoon quirked an eyebrow upward, confused slightly because he honestly did not understand what kind of fun they could have on the floor of their kitchen. But when she leaned forward and licked a deliberate stripe up Namjoon's neck he immediately knew exactly what she meant by ‘fun’ and he was all for it. Before he had the chance to answer with something witty and take control of the situation Honey was kissing him again and Namjoon's focus was no longer on speaking.

His mind tried to play catch up with her actions but it was almost impossible, and then Honey's fingers threaded through his hair, tongue sliding into his mouth, doing something reckless to his self-control, and she moaned and planted one hand against his chest, intending to push away to catch her breath, but he grabbed the back of her thighs instead, easily pushing her backwards, and the next thing she knew her heated skin was being pressed against the cold tiled floor. 

The angle between them should’ve been more awkward, Namjoon looming above her and her fingers wrapped around the front of his shirt to keep him close to her body and prevent him from moving too far away. He was quickly pulling articles of clothing off her body and throwing them to the ground though Honey was barely aware of it until she felt her bra slide down her waist and his rough hands move over each of her breasts as he kissed the valley of skin between. She felt lightheaded and her skin was on fire. She matched the tempo of his kiss with persistence when he returned to her lips, mouths open and needy hands grabbing and touching whatever they could reach, her fingers dragging along his scalp and through that ridiculously sexy tuft of blonde hair. Over and over again he used his mouth on her, wrenching her head back so he could suck on the spot where her pulse beat, knowing that it drove her absolutely wild and he reveled in the heavy moans that dripped from her lips. The feeling passed all too quickly and his attention was back on her lips again, assaulting her in a siege of kisses that Honey didn't want to stop. Her left leg wrapped around him to draw his body flush against hers and she could feel the length of his arousal pressing against her inner thigh, spreading heat and desire straight through her. Dark eyes, hooded under his disheveled hair, looked down with an intent gaze, and underneath that was a predatory and arrogant smirk that always seemed to grace his lips when got her so worked up by barely touching her. Honey wanted to be annoyed because she was so easy to please but there was no point in pretending that her body didn't react the way it did to him. After years of being together they were in tuned to each others needs, he just knew how and where to touch her to make her eyes roll back behind her eyelids. He had his reasons to be smug and as long as he kept making legs tremble with desire Honey no longer felt the desire to call him out on it. His clothes joined hers somewhere on the floor around them, and then his hands were urging her legs apart; when he leaned down to brush kisses along her inner thigh, Honey swallowed a moan, and a hard shudder followed. One of his hands idly drifted up to graze over one of her breasts, kneading with a pressure that hardened her nipples. Her breath hitched harshly, sinking her weight uncomfortably back into the ground. He tested her arousal with his finger and thumb first; rubbing gently, the first bit of contact was just a light teasing push that caused her hands to fall to his head, threading through his hair, pressing herself into his hand with encouragement. Then he trailed his tongue along the line of her core. She whimpered after a quick withdrawal, and through half lidded eyes she saw him lick his thumb, tasting her wetness with a sweep of his tongue.  “Don't fucking tease me, Joon” she warned. He laughed in response. “Honey, I haven’t even started teasing you yet.” Before she answered, he leaned forward to administer a slow lick to her center and the sensation drew a long shudder from her. Her body trembled above him and her thighs quaked around his head as he persisted, mouth on her clit, her head falling from side-to-side, her hands gripping him so tightly that her knuckles turned white. She moaned his name, and that just made him suckle harder until she came with a release so hard that it stripped her of breath. A choked cry escaped her as she seized around him.

“Do you have any idea how fucking hot you look like this?” Namjoon voiced, wiping at his chin and already moving up to position himself between her legs. He kissed her again, and she hooked a leg around his hips, tongues chasing tongues as their bodies twined together. Honey pressed a hand to his shoulder and carefully flipped them over so she landed on top, hands braced on either side of his face. “Like this?” she asked, cheekily. 

"That's even better" He grinned and braced her hips with his hands.

She traced her thumb across his lips and locked eyes with him again. They shared another tender soul bearing kiss, pouring everything they felt for one another into the kiss as Honey reached down to grab him and guide him inside of her. He was in with one slick push and Honey’s mouth fell open, head resting forward a little, needing a moment to adjust to the feel and girth of him. She held onto him tightly, one hand around his neck as the other balled into a fist around a tuft of his hair. Then his hip bucked up into hers and she made a tiny, incoherent whimper of need in the back of her throat. 

“Damn it, Hon,” It was Namjoon's turn to moan as she quickened her pace and rode him like the pro he knew she was at this. She pulled him forward into her breasts and he immediately attacked her pert nipples with his mouth. His tongue flattened over the rosy peak, sucking at it hard. He bucked his hips while his mouth teased her breasts and thrust his hard shaft into Honey. There was nothing that could pull him away from her seductive body, or the fiery embrace of her snug cunt at this point now. He was losing himself all over again into her body. Namjoon wrapped his arms around her back, pulling her more into his lap. He popped his mouth off her nipple with a smack and sucked the other one, giving it the same treatment.

He was forced to let go of her nipple when she tugged at his hair and pulled him back, making him look up at her. “Ride me, honey,” Namjoon grunted, delivering a playful smack to her cinnamon colored cheeks. “I know you can ride me harder than this…” He taunted with a devious smirk on his lips. His eyes closed for a moment as she slid back and forth on his shaft, slamming her hips into his. “Fuck, that’s good.” He groaned, feeling her walls tightening around him the harder she rode him. A warm tingle swelled in the depths of his groin as he bucked his hips against hers, pumping his wet cock in and out of her snug cunt.  

His face was twisted in a pleasurable grimace as she rode him hard, hoping to force his release before her own, but Namjoon quickly changed the plan, wrapping his arms around her shoulders and rolling them so he was on top. Then he was pushing into her, again and again, and Honey lay with her hair sprawled on the ground around her, closing her eyes against the quickly building frenzy of his fucking. He crushed his mouth to hers and thrusts at an angle that made sparks go off behind her eyes. He swallowed her moan with his mouth when she came a second time, and then finally sought his own release. He buried his head against her shoulder and braced his other arm behind her. His strokes became erratic as he neared the end, and Namjoon came with a deep growl against her skin. He tried to catch his breath after spilling his hot seed deep inside her, his cock gradually softening inside of her. His body hummed with complete pleasure, breathing heavily from his climax. Namjoon rested his weight comfortably against her, still keeping his spent cock inside her inviting cunt as he grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head. “Mhm, You are a bad influence on me” He grinned, kissing her neck and breathing heavy.

"I thought that was Tae?" Honey breathed and nuzzled her nose against the hollow of his cheek. His body was sweat soaked and Honey didn’t care about taking on the overwhelming weight of him, feeling him suckle at her neck as she came down from her own high.

"He's a bad influence on you, you're the one that's intent on corrupting me."

Honey scoffed and opened her mouth to defend herself but the sound of Taehyung screeching from the entrance of their kitchen made them both stop talking and turn to look at him.

"Aish, come on guys! We eat in here!"

[crimsoncityhq]

The fall solstice is only days from breaking over the Crimson City. Heat is a rare commodity to the residents of Chicago, so they part with it bitterly every year at the annual End-of-Summer Festival. The season goes out with a bang and the rumble of food trucks every summer as patrons waltz their way down the Chicago art walk, indulge in all things saucy and boozy at the Chicago Bourbon and BBQ Festival, get in touch with nature at the Chicago craft beer tasting at the zoo, and shop at the Chicago flea market littered with street merchants from all over the country. Of course, the real selling point every year is the annual Chicago bar crawl, which sweeps guests through Cook County’s best bars, like The Pint, Rousseau’s, Cataleya, Wolves and Skyfall Bar. To attract more customers, each bar, restaurant, and club—even what goes on behind—will be steeply discounted for the ultimate occasion. 

And if you’re a little territorial, don’t sweat it—no metal detectors will be necessary at the End-of-Summer Festival. Who would want to ruin all this fun, anyway ?!

Part I of the End-of-Summer Festival begins at 7:15 P.M. CST and will conclude on TUESDAY, SEPTEMBER 15 at 7 P.M. CST. You may continue your non-event  threads through the event, however we ask you don’t post any starters unless they pertain to the event

Under the cut are plot slots you may claim for this event; just send your preferred slot to the main. Plots slots are a first come, first serve basis.

We’re going to allow each person to choose two plot slots for two characters max .If there are any leftovers, we’ll let members know when they can sign up for thirds. Please try to pick one pertaining to your character and plot with those that take the other spots.

You’ll notice that some of these plots are public, so feel free to have your character react to them/ notice them even if they aren’t happening directly to your character. However, if something feels like it happened privately to another character, please check in with their Mun to see if it’s okay for your character to know.

To be clear: these are not the only things that happen to your character during this plot drop and you are more than welcome to cook up your own trouble.

1. IRA EVANS talks BIRDIE MENDOZA into taking five shots in under ten minutes. Now, it’s up to IRA EVANS to lug BIRDIE MENDOZA to each location on the bar crawl. Good luck—we hear they’re sloppy.

2. [LINCOLN ROSSI ] is having trouble finding their way out of the parking garage when they find [ CHARACTER D ] drunkenly screaming at an intoxicated [ CHARACTER E ]. [ LINCOLN ROSSI ] decides to guide them back to the party before they get lost.

3. [ EDIE JAMES ] accidentally drops a ten instead of a one into the tip jar while watching a street act. They awkwardly remove the tip but later get mugged by [ CHARACTER G ] and [ CHARACTER H ] who had watched the whole thing.

4. The Pint is running a promotion that promises six months of free drinks if you can outdrink two other people. [ LAVRENTI VASILE ], [ ANTON VOLKOV ], and [ ATTICUS MERCER ] compete to win, but the competition turns into drunken chaos very quickly.

5. [ VIOLET MADDEN ]is selected to go onstage and perform a duet with [ CHARACTER M ]. They end up sharing a heated moment over the microphone and head to the nearest restroom to talk. 

6. [ AUTUMN DAWSON ] accompanies [ MARCEL WALSH] to the craft beer tasting at the zoo. [ MARCEL WALSH ] feeds the goats in the petting area before getting mowed over by it. [ AUTUMN DAWSON ] tries to ward the goat off from the sidelines while [ MARCEL WALSH ] returns to their feet to make their escape.

7. [ OAKLEY BUTLER ] is showing off their artwork at the art walk. [ LEONID 'LEO' VASILE ] buys a piece and tries to scam it a few booths down. [ OAKLEY BUTLER ] busts them after a civilian buys the piece of artwork for triple the price. The confrontation is no bueno.

8. [ DIAMOND WASHINGTON ] has been texting [ CHARACTER S ] the whole entire event thinking it was an [ CHARACTER T ]. [ CHARACTER S & CHARACTER T ] meet up at the rendezvous point and [ DIAMOND WASHINGTON ] must sort this miscommunication out.

9. TYSON KANE uses a random dating app and schedules a blind date with [CHARACTER V]. 

10. [ CHARACTER W ] ‘accidentally’ sets a booth on fire, and now owes [CHARACTER X] the money for their artwork.

11. [ NADIA JAMES ] crashes into [ MARISSA ATKINSON’s ] car when trying to park. They have an altercation in the parking garage.

12. [ JUNO SONG ] is seen drunkenly trying to serenade the penguin exhibit to Gangsta’s Paradise. [ ADELAIDE HASSAN ] records the whole entire thing for ‘information purposes’ later.

13. [ CHARACTER C1 ] accepts a small baggy containing a questionable substance from [ CHARACTER D1 ]. Later, [ CHARACTER C1] runs into [ CHARACTER D1] completely convinced they are being chased by a murderous peacock. Bougie Thankskilling, anyone?

14. [ ARMANDE IVASHKOV ] & [ CHARACTER F1 ] stand in line to get into Cataleya, while [CHARACTER G1] tries to convince them to smuggle in [ SMALL ANIMAL OF CHARACTER G1’S CHOOSING ].

15. [ EMMA BARTLETT] finds a trashbag full of cash with a note that seems to be in a binary code. [ CHARACTER I1] catches [ EMMA BARTLETT’s] silhouette & comes over to inspect.

16. ROSALIA LEON trying to escape from their date, runs right through the doors of Gentile Fille. They collide with [ CHARACTER K1] that was there for the same reason. 

17. [ CHARACTER L1 ] finds themself in a pickle when they end up with the primates. Their panicked whispers gain the attention of [ CHARACTER M1] & [ CHARACTER N1] to help them get out of the exhibit. While the primates descend upon [ CHARACTER L1], Helen Branch Primate House will never be the same. [ CHARACTER N1] stops helping because they’re too busy laughing.

18. [ CHARACTER O1] misses their date’s ass, and smacks [CHARACTER P1’s] ass instead. It causes [ CHARACTER P1] to swing a fist, but they hit [ CHARACTER Q1’s] throat instead causing them to start choking. 

19. [ KATERINA VASILE ] is mistaken for [ EMMA WATSON ] by [ CHARACTER S1] that won’t stop bugging them for an autograph.

20. [ RAFAEL GONZALEZ ] hides their weapon(s) before they go into The Pint. [ BARNABY EATON] trips over the weapons and keeps them. 

21. [ CHARACTER V1] tries to convince [ CHARACTER W1] that they saw strange lights in the sky. They start arguing if it was helicopter lights or UFO’s.

22. [ SILAS HALE ] mistakes ANAIS "ANNIE" WASHINGTON for someone else, and pulls them into a kiss in front of the crowd at Eden.

23. [ DARREN MURPHY ] grows impatient waiting for their BBQ food order, but doesn’t realize [ ASLI DEMIR ] hijacked the food truck. 

24. [CHARACTER B2] drunkenly loses a fight with a street performer. [ CALLUM JAMES ], who witnessed the scrap, helps [CHARACTER B2] to the nearest first aid kit.

25.[ JOSIE LEON] drunkenly confesses their love for One Direction, however [ EZRA WASHINGTON ] misinterprets it as a confession of love for them.  

26. [ FOREST DUNCAN ] decides the End-of-Summer Festival is missing some pyrotechnics. They shoot off fireworks in the center of a small crowd and start a fire. [ CAIOLAINN 'CALLIE' WALSH ] is the only one who stays to help them stamp it out.

27. [ ROSALIE "ROSIE" HALLIDAY ] is sitting at a booth being drawn, and [ JESSE VALENCIA ] pays the artist to mess up the self portrait. However, the artist ends up drawing them BOTH together in a romantic position. 

28. [ GWENDOLYN "GWEN" ARNOLDS ] is probably the only poor sober soul, and they use this to charge [ JACKSON MARSTON ] to be their DD. However, they both witness when [ GWENDOLYN "GWEN" ARNOLDS’s] car is towed away for parking in the wrong spot.  

29. A discounted tattoo shop sits along the art walk and is charging only $20 for a small tattoo. [ ANDREA 'ANDY'PEREZ ] says they’ll pay for it—and dinner—if [ DARCY FAUST ] lets them choose the tattoo. [ DARCY FAUST ] agrees but is horrified to find [ UP TO PLAYER DISCRETION ] permanently engraved on their skin.

30. [ OLIVIA MADDEN ] notices an odd tattoo that glows on someone’s forearm. Several straight lines? Before they can inquire about it, [ CHARACTER O2 ] tackle them mistaking them for being a thief. 

31. [ DANICA SINCLAIR ] wins a dancing contest against [ UDORN “YURI” SASIPARN ], but twists their ankle in the process. [ UDORN “YURI” SASIPARN ] agrees to help them along only if they declare them the winner.  

32. [ ANTON VOLKOV ] lost a bet with [ KONSTATIN VASILE ] and now wanders the street with a bright pink wig, fishnet stockings, & a clown mask. 

33. [ VICTOR 'VIC' VOLKOV ] strikes a conversation with [ IGOR VASILE ] over a piece of artwork.  [ VICTOR 'VIC' VOLKOV ] buys the artwork only to find out it was counterfeit from the Art Museum. [ IGOR VASILE ] ends up purchasing the real one. They start to argue which one is the real one. 

34. [ CHARLOTTE "CHARLIE" ARDEN] is running a booth at the flea market and notices [ CHARACTER W2 ] pocket something from an adjacent vendor. [ CHARLOTTE "CHARLIE" ARDEN ] promises not to squeal if [ CHARACTER W2 ] works with them at the booth for an hour.

35.  [ JESSIKA DELMONICO] & [ KELLEN WASHINGTON ] break out into a paint fight at an abandoned art booth. [ JESSIKA DELMONICO ] is splashed with a neon green paint in the face.  [ KELLEN WASHINGTON ] tries to run away, but not before [ CHARACTER X2 ] splashes their back with a brown paint. Did they shit themselves??

36. [ CHARACTER Z2 ] ducks out of the way from a flying object that crashes the window of a closed shop. The alarms start to blare, and before [ CHARACTER Z2 ] can leave the scene they see [ CHARACTER A3 ] about to launch something else. 

37. [ TALIA ARSLAN ] eats a bad hot dog from a food truck, and [ DANICA SINCLAIR ] helps them to the nearest bar for a bathroom and a cool drink. [ TALIA ARSLAN ] talks [ DANICA SINCLAIR ] into doing shots when they’re feeling better.

38. [ LEV VASILE ] takes a few healthy tokes of the joint they’ve been saving for an occasion, and [ GENEVIEVE BISSET ] asks if they’re willing to share. They both light up and head on a self-guided tour to the food trucks.

39. [ CHARACTER F3 ] and [ CHARACTER G3 ] get into an argument with [ MATHIAS ATTANO ] after they lose at a drinking game for the third time in a row. [ MATHIAS ATTANO ] has been cheating the whole time and now has to lose [ CHARACTER F3 ] and [ CHARACTER G3 ] in the crowd.

[coolspacequips]

O1 or L1 for Shance 👀💕

bless u anon, thank u so much for the req!! idk why, but i feel like they would both secretly wish 2 have a sweeping, cliche kiss in the rain someday

wonder what the story is here.......... (ps, i did O1 for shance a bit ago, u know what au its gonna b ;0 )

[madefate-a]

you don’t build a life in grand gestures and final battles; you build a life in every moment you collect until you have a seawall. / moments, in a lifetime. 

o1. you are tiny, and your moms are large and warm, and you’re all sitting in the backyard looking up at the stars. the moons are bright and full tonight, and mama points out the way the lights in the sky make patterns with names while mom runs a brush methodically through your hair. you -- all three of you -- will frequent the overstuffed chairs outside your home, with blankets and brushes and stars many times. ( you will remember the last time, before you are set to leave for those stars. you will play it over and over again when you know that your days are numbered and this will all end in your death or theirs. ) 

( now, though, you are small, and mom is brushing your hair. ) 

constance, mama teaches you, tracing a cluster of stars. justice, another one. heartstone. 

the sky is big and endless and for a moment you are part of it, safe and warm and surrounded. 

o2. you’ve never thought to ask why research training involves sparring sessions like this -- captain agathe has explained planetary readiness and you never thought to question what that meant. --- though, for just a moment in your defense, there is quite a lot to take in. star charts ! flight technology ! the delicate tools that measure and catalogue the strange and distant magic of strange and distant planets ! 

the fact that you, you, have been chosen at all. 

in your moment of dreamy awe, you are tipped backwards, the world spinning wildly away from you until you are on your back, looking up at ren’s face. 

wow, mara, she says, leaning casually against her practice staff. you’re so planetary ready. 

neatly and with little fanfare, you brace on your elbow and sweep ren’s legs from under her until you two are tangled together on the floor, breathing heavy. then you grin. 

i like to think so. 

captain agathe gives you two a look when she finds you, a tangle of limbs, laughing and trying to ruffle each other’s hair. 

o3. grayskull ? ren asks, wrinkling her nose. mara has to stifle a laugh -- captain agathe could come back at any minute, and it’s one thing to be caught messing around during training. but this, now ? when they’re about to land planetside in the wilds of an undiscovered world? 

but ren is sticking her tongue out now, doing her best imitation of someone long dead, and it’s a touch battle. 

it’s historical, you whisper to her. important. 

it’s morbid, she tells you. 

maybe it is, but it’s yours. all of yours -- squadron grayskull. 

o4. no one knows what to do when suddenly, your first day out, you fall to your knees in the thick, dark woods near the landing sight. 

the world -- planet -- etheria -- is wild and free and inhabited by the most beautiful, most fantastic creatures any of you have ever seen. large quadrupeds with golden eyes, beasts that fly that outsize a bird ten times over and shriek or sing in turns. serene little lizard-like fellows that look at them curiously as they set up their first observation station. calls and noise that echo warningly in the thick tangle of the woods’ heart. ren had immediately gone after one of the little, perched, birdlike creatures, trying to whistle and imitation of its song. 

you had tried to join her, and you had ended up drowning in sunlight. 

that’s what it feels like; it feels like something golden and burning has poured itself like liquid fire down your throat, spilling out of your eyes, tangling in your hands, grabbing your hand -- tearing you apart. spinning you like a child with a toy, terrible in its joy, destructive in its ecstasy. you realize that you feel it like a living thing -- feel a wonder, a happiness, that will burn through everything you are. you will perish in its brilliance, the last thing you see with your frozen eyes ren -- just out of reach. watching you, not understanding what she is seeing. 

and then you are floating. this is a world without pain; this is a world with only power blooming at your fingertips. you are bigger -- you are stronger. you know, instantly, that you can do anything with the thought alone -- that you are like these creatures: beautiful, strange, strong, free. 

magic, you think desperately. this is magic. 

this is she-ra, the sunlight tells you in an ancient voice. 

then you are you again, and you promptly pass out. 

o5. captain agathe gives you a sword. they have been making it for weeks, since ren ran and got her when you had been overwhelmed by a magical force calling itself she-ra. not that you left it at that; the moment you opened your eyes, you had gone to captain agathe -- to the members of squadron grayskull, to the records on the ship. they are incomplete; you have only just arrived, after all. 

but you find out when the information starts compiling, taken from the written and spoken records of the etherians: the legend of etheria’s champion. a warrior of magic and heart, who has always served to protect etheria when etheria needs her. manifesting in etheria’s greatest time of need: she-ra, the princess of power. 

she-ra, the sunlight had told her in its ancient voice. 

we need to understand this magic, captain agathe had said, but we also must respect it. mara, we will help you wield this power. 

so, for her seventeenth birthday, mara is given a sword. 

this will unlock the mystery and power of she-ra, captain agathe says, handing you a great, golden-hilted marvel of tech. i trust you will learn to use it well. this is an honor you have been bestowed, junior officer. 

ren isn’t far away; she’s watching at you with large, wonderstruck eyes. when you hesitate, she flashes you a furtive, familiar thumbs-up. 

you take it -- for the respect of etheria. for the honor of her squadron, who stand silent and waiting and ready for you to do something that you are not sure you’re capable of. 

( every time you use it, you remind yourself: it is for them. always, forever. for ren and the others. for the honor of team grayskull. ) 

o6. you must let go of your attachments, light hope tells you. 

you laugh. 

light hope, you tell her, fixing one of the hanging plants in the crystal castle. you’ve been saying that for a year, now. look ! watch this. 

mara, this is -- 

-- highly irregular. but nothing about this is regular anyway! just -- watch and observe. record if it makes you happy, okay ? 

light hope pauses as you step back and lift up the sword -- only to reflect some of the castle’s light to a focal point, aiming to the wall just behind the hanging plant. it’s a beautiful thing: lush, thick-leaved, deeply green. some of its leaves are stubby little buds, but some have unfurled to form broader spades. and when you aim the light, the leaves slowly, surely, stubbornly follow it. 

oh, my -- light hope says haltingly. you grin. 

see ? you go to elbow her, the way you might with ren, but you stop, remembering that you will pass through her. afraid to harm her programming. light hope turns to watch you, and you swear you see curiosity in her gaze. 

you soften. 

it is -- fascinating, she says, like a concession. 

i won’t stop training, you tell her, also like a concession. warm and giving. but sometimes it helps us mere mortals to remember what we’re fighting for. can you trust me on that, at least ? 

i -- 

you don’t know then, what is hidden deep in the heart of her coding. how she is fighting to rewrite it. you only wait, bouncing expectantly on your toes until she finishes her sentence: 

i will try. 

( you don’t know that you are both remaking yourselves, circuit and moment and memory at a time. ) 

( you just laugh in joy and say thanks hope ! and light hope blushes. ) 

o7. when madame razz kisses you in a flurry on the cheek, holding you by the chin as if you two are old friends, you are reminded of your mothers more viscerally than you have been in -- in years, now, right ? three, since you touched down on etheria. it catches you by surprise, how you’ve never realized how large and empty and cavernous the hole is where you are separated by lightyears of planetary distance from them. 

but you don’t have much time to dwell in it; razz is bustling around the crystal castle like she owns the place, like she knows precisely where you keep everything -- from transmission crystals to sugar, even if she keeps calling you adora. you watch her in something like wonder, something a little like amusement, something almost like guilt when you remember pointing the end of your sword at her throat, ready to strike for the protection of -- for the protection of -- 

-- of the crystal castle. but that’s not -- that’s not what she-ra was meant to be, right? she exists... what was it captain agathe said years ago -- no, not her. the stories. it was in the data you’d collected; a warrior summoned by the force of etheria’s need. 

this is not the last time you’ll realize you’ve forgotten something important; it’s the first. 

razz calms both you and the quadruped the same way, weeks later -- nonsensical shushing, a calm confidence, it’s alright, nothing will hurt you. you hesitantly place your hand against its fur and, as you let go of she-ra’s form, a flicker of memory comes back: golden sunshine filling you up, pure and unfiltered. go, you say, overcome with the words. be at peace. 

but you have not brought peace; you have torn up what captain agathe calls the darkwoods and razz calls the whispering woods. guilt burns up all the way through you, wrapping around your ribs clawing at your throat. i’m sorry, you tell her, because you are, even though it’s not enough. even though you have destroyed something beautiful and innocent, leaving deep scars in its soft ground. 

she’d wanted to -- to protect razz. and that was supposed to be good, right? 

you don’t have the sword; you can’t use magic to heal what you have hurt without it. except: 

razz takes you by the hand and you feel it again, this time in force: sunlight, twining around your arm like vines growing joyously, seeking the light. it’s not like when you were younger and the sheer magnitude of it overwhelmed your body. this time the magic comes in its little, sparkling puffs -- greets you with gentle kisses on your wrist, your cheek, dancing around your hair like an old friend. 

she-ra is not a sword, razz tells you. she-ra is you. 

and you know this is true, because you can feel the heartbeat of etheria like a twin of your own. 

o8. your people have sent their strongest troops to quell the rebellion. 

your forces -- your grayskull teammates, your etherian allies, your friends, are being run ragged. if you only had to fight to win, maybe you would have stood a chance; she-ra’s strength isn’t something to be taken lightly, and ren and the rest have been training their whole lives for planetary readiness. you’ve been on etheria for ten years -- you have fought the forces of horde prime, you have protected the etherians, and they have given you their friendship, their trust. 

but it’s not only the fight. it’s the research -- gathering every bit of classified information about how the heart of etheria works, following the whispers of a failsafe that always turn out to be insubstantial, inaccessible. you are all learning and investigating and fighting and you wonder how much more they will have to suffer: if you will all fight until the end, losing life and love and hope, only for this and every world to be razed by the corrupted, constrained magic at the planet’s core. 

that your people have corrupted and constrained. 

one night, when the sun has just sunk below the hills and there is a moment of peace, ren sits besides you. you are both silent. your ribs ache every time you breathe, and you cannot look at ren’s arm without wincing in sympathy. but for a moment, you exist beside each and breathe and feel each other’s warmth. 

the stars are spread out across the vast canvas of the night sky. they are not the same stars from your childhood, but you’ve learned their names, their formations, too. 

slowly, ren covers your hand with her own. 

ren, you say, voice rough around the edges but quiet. serenia. her name is heavy in your mouth. 

mara, she says. worried. because she knows you. you turn to her and smile and cut her off. 

i’m glad we can have nights like this, you tell her. you don’t know if you have convinced her -- that you’re alright. that this is alright. that you’re not going to do something reckless. 

but maybe she knows that your choices are dwindling and that the honor of grayskull comes with a responsibility that feels like a terrible price. 

you will hurt her, probably. 

yeah, she says, looking at you, then at the stars. me too. 

just, not tonight. 

o9. you’re out of time. 

you can barely get the words out to razz -- she looks so startled and confused; she looks like she’s hurting. but you know that you will hurt everyone if it means that you can save their lives. there’s nothing left; you couldn’t reach the fabled failsafe. the last princess must have connected with her runestone, and you feel the sensation of something coming to life stirring in your veins. 

tomorrow, you tell razz, knowing that it’s a lie but a small one: if you can do this and do it successfully, razz will have a tomorrow. we’ll bake a pie tomorrow. 

i’m sorry, you want to say, even though it cannot make up for all the scars you will leave. 

this is not like the first time with a sunlight. yes, etheria’s magic would have torn you apart -- with joy. with freedom. with great and beautiful power that had found a home for the protection of those it loved. 

now, your jaw opens as wide as it will go but the scream is lost in your throat. you are paralyzed; you have your hand on the hilt of the sword and are driving it into the surface of etheria, wounding it with the sharpness of the blade and the code that it bleeds. and the magic -- changed, corrupted -- is like burning ice in your veins. it has a mission; it is searching for something in you, and you try to do anything to excise it ( scream, cry, vomit ) but your palms ache and your body is frozen as the code writes itself to life on your flesh. if you could break the sword, maybe -- except it’s all you can do to wrench your hands away, delaying the activation by only a minute or two. 

when you reach your ship, light hope’s voice is not light hope’s, and you know immediately that it’s not because you wrecked her code. she wants the sword. that is what they all wanted -- that is what her life has culminated in. a hand to hold a sword, and with it, rend the magic from etheria and use it to lay waste to this and every world. 

it is your destiny, light hope tells you. 

maybe it was. but you will protect etheria, and you will protect she-ra too -- from the hands that would use her, point her to enemies as a weapon. 

you will be a hero, light hope tells you. you are she-ra. 

something inside of you that has been fracturing through this whole rebellion shatters. 

1o. you never wanted to be a hero. you won’t be remembered as one. 

you don’t think of the way agathe and your superiors turned on you -- the way they looked at you as if you were some unknowable thing the moment that you realized that they must be your enemy. 

instead, you think of razz kissing your face and ren holding your hand, and hope telling you that despite what she has been programmed to do, she’ll try to change. you think of squadron grayskull: of the nights spend laughing under the stars, cataloguing the new birdcalls, training with the sword, growing plants with magic without it. you think of your mothers, lightyears away, who will be safe, now, because you will make sure that the only heart of etheria is the love that it bears and not the weapon in its core. 

for their protection, love, and honor, you can finish this. 

so, you steal the stars. 

[obstructedantiquity]

>HADEAN: jerk the chain.

Featuring @rebatrolls‘ Hadean. A few weeks after their first messages, Hadean gets a hold of Riccin to rattle the cage further.

Things don’t go as planned.

[07:02] -- invertedDissident [ID] began pestering obstructedAntiquity [OA] at 19:02 --

[07:04] ID: isn't this the lowblood playing clown.

[07:05] OA: wELL, SHIT, LOOK WHO CAME CRAWLING OUT OF THE BUSHEs. :o) [07:05] ID: desert actually, not bushes. [07:05] OA: cAN'T SAY I RIGHTLY RECALL WHO THE FUCK YOU ARE, BUT GLAD TO SEE I LEFT A GODDAMN IMPRESSIOn. [07:05] ID: and less crawling and more confident striding. [07:06] OA: rEALLy. [07:06] OA: cONFIDENT STRIDINg. [07:06] ID: i confidently stride everywhere. [07:06] ID: it's the best mode fo transportation. [07:07] OA: ha. [07:08] OA: fUCK YOU, I CAN'T EVEN MUSTER UP AN ARGUMENT AGAINST THAt. [07:08] ID: =:P [07:08] ID: man don't even remember me and you want to fuck. [07:08] ID: buy me dinner first. [07:10] OA: wELL, SHIT, AREN'T YOU JUST FORWARD AS A GODDAMN TRUCk. :o) [07:10] ID: a man has needs. one of those needs is food. [07:10] OA: aND HERE I THOUGHT MAROONS WERE SUPPOSED TO BE MEEK AND SHIt? [07:10] ID: preferably an all you can eat buffet. [07:11] ID: i don't know what maroons you talk to but i'm not one of them. [07:12] OA: oBVIOUSLY. MOST OF THE ONES I TALK TO AREN'T SELLING THEMSELVES FOR A GODDAMN BURGEr. [07:12] ID: i said all you can eat buffet, clear out those ears chucklefuck. [07:13] OA: bROTHER, YOUR FACE AIN'T PRETTY ENOUGH FOR A BUFFEt. ;o1 [07:14] ID: bitch my face could buy the whole fucking restaurant. [07:14] OA: tHAT A PART OF YOUR CONFIDENT STRIDING SHIt? [07:15] OA: lIES AND SLANDER? TSK, TSk. [07:15] ID: look at my words striding all over your attempts to put me down. it's okay, i know you only hate me cause you ain't me. [07:16] OA: ... wAIT, SHIT, WHICH ONE ARE YOU AGAIN, ANYWAY? BECAUSE I GOTTA ADMIT, USUALLY I DON'T PAL AROUND WITH SQUARESELLERs. [07:16] ID: i'm the one you usually have to turn your screen upside down to read my messages. [07:16] ID: and the only thing i sell is asskickings. [07:17] OA: oH, SHIT, YOU. WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO YOUR QUIRK? YOU GET LAZy? >:o1 [07:18] ID: no, i broke it and if you think i'm nerd enough to know how to fix it, congrats. you're fucking wrong. [07:18] ID: come get your wrong prize. [07:18] ID: it's my knuckles. in your nose. [07:19] OA: wHAT, AM I SUPPOSED TO LEAN DOWN SO YOUR SHORTSTACK ASS CAN HIT Me? [07:19] OA: bECAUSE THAT'S THE ONLY WAY THAT'S HAPPENINg. :o) [07:19] OA: hOW THE FUCK DO YOU BREAK A QUIRk? [07:19] OA: jUST FLIP YOUR SCREEN OVER AND START TYPINg. [07:20] ID: ...wow you're pretty stupid aren't you. [07:20] ID: too many clowns hitting you in the head i'm sure. [07:20] ID: i mean. they don't need you smart i guess. just able to use your psionics. [07:21] ID: maybe beating the brains out of you is part of the training. [07:21] OA: tSK, TSK. YOU WERE ALMOST FUCKING ENTERTAINING FOR A MOMENT, AND THEN YOU HAD TO GO AND GET DROLL ON Me. [07:21] OA: tRY SOME NEW MATERIAL, FUCKEr. [07:21] OA: tHAT SHIT'S OVERPLAYEd. [07:22] ID: i mean, some trolls would wonder why it is that most trolls pick at it. almost like. gasp. it's fucking weird. [07:22] ID: but sure, i can go back to assuring you i can build myself a psionic ladder to scale mount fuckmouth and pop you one if you want. [07:24] OA: bIG WORDS FOR THE ONE TRYING TO SELL HIMSELF FOR A GODDAMN BUFFET, Oh... [07:24] OA: tEN MINUTES AGo. :o) [07:24] ID: i can pop you one and fuck you for a buffet. [07:24] ID: it's part of the fucking me package. [07:24] OA: aND SHUT THE FUCK UP. YOUR CHURCH JIBES ARE AS BORING AS YOUR FACe. [07:24] OA: ha. [07:24] OA: sORRY, I DON'T PAY FOR THAT SHIt. [07:25] ID: oh, so you don't get any action then. [07:25] OA: bUT HELL, YOU KNOW WHAT? I'M ALL ABOUT THIS LOWBLOOD SOLIDARITY NOISE. YOU -- [07:25] OA: fUCK OFF, I GET PLENTY OF ACTIOn. [07:25] ID: uh-huh. [07:25] ID: your own hands don't count. [07:25] ID: neither does silicone. [07:25] ID: or cucumbers, whatever you use. [07:26] ID: i'm not judging. [07:26] OA: wHAT THE FUCk. [07:26] ID: (i totally am.) [07:26] OA: i'M JUDGIN- OH MY GOd. [07:26] ID: what? cucumbers don't do it for you? [07:26] ID: squashes maybe? [07:26] ID: dirty dirty~ [07:27] OA: yOU WANT TO SHIT-TALK ME ABOUT CLOWNS, AND HERE YOU ARE, WAXING ALL SHADES OF FLUSH OVER GODDAMN PRODUCE? TRYING TO FIGURE OUT WHAT SORT OF VEGETABLES GOT HOLES ENOUGH TO FUCk? [07:28] OA: bROTHER, I AM FUCKING JUDGINg. [07:28] ID: i'm just saying that you fucking the produce section does not count as action. [07:28] ID: sorry not sorry. [07:28] OA: i DO NOT FUCK THE PRODUCE SECTION, OH MY GOd. [07:28] ID: uh-huh. [07:28] ID: the produce section fucks you then? [07:29] OA: ... [07:29] ID: you naughty little flora fucker. [07:30] OA: cONGRATULATIONS, YOU'VE GOT ME FUCKING THROWN. HOLY SHIt. [07:30] ID: sorry i let the meowbeast out of the bag on you. [07:31] OA: tHIS HAS GOT TO BE THE MOST FUCKED UP PITCH-FLIRTING I HAVE EVER FUCKING SEEN. IS THIS HOW YOU NON-CHURCH FUCKERS DO IT? WHATEVER HAPPENED TO JUST CRACKING SOME IDIOT'S SKULL AND PRESENTING IT ON A PLATTEr? [07:31] ID: ...so does that mean you want me to split a pumpkin open and present it to you? [07:31] OA: oR, SHIT, WRITING A GODDAMN POEM, IF YOU'RE FUCKING ORPHEo? [07:31] OA: oH MY GOd. [07:32] OA: i AM LIFTING MY HANDS OFF OF THIS FUCKING KEYBOARd. [07:32] OA: aND I AM GOING TO WASH THEm. [07:32] ID: roses are red, [07:32] ID: violets are blue, [07:32] ID: i'm bad at rhymes, [07:32] OA: aND THEN I'M GOING TO WASH MY GODDAMN PAN, BEFORE YOU RUIN A - No. [07:32] ID: you fuck produce. [07:32] OA: oH, FUCK YOu. [07:32] ID: do i need to wear a carrot costume? [07:33] OA: >:o( [07:33] ID: =:) [07:33] ID: gotta beet that meat. [07:33] ID: get it. [07:33] ID: beet. instead of beat. [07:38] OA: sEE, THIS IS THE POINT I'D KNOCK SOME SENSE INTO YOUR GODDAMN SKULL, AND SEE IF WE CAN'T FIND SOME GOOD FUCKING TASTE, TOO. BECAUSE LET ME ILLUMINATE YOU ON SOME SWEET TRUTHS, BROTHER: YOU AIN'T EVEN SURE IF I GOT A KISMESIS, AND YET HERE YOU ARE, THROWING YOURSELF AROUND LIKE SOME SORT OF GODDAMN FOOL FOR A HINT OF IRe. [07:38] OA: bUT THAT'S EXACTLY WHAT THE FUCK YOU'RE AFTER, AND NAh. [07:39] ID: i mean. if you have a kismesis they only have a shelf life of a few nights. [07:39] ID: unless you keep them in the fridge. [07:39] OA: ... wHAt. [07:39] ID: before they spoil. [07:39] ID: don't pail spoiled vegetables. [07:40] OA: hOLY SHIT, ARE YOU INTO FUCKING CADAVERS AND VEGETABLES? BECAUSE THAT'S SOME NASTY SHIt. [07:40] ID: don't project your fantasies on to me. [07:41] OA: hA. EMPRESS ABOVe. [07:42] ID: i mean. i'd prefer empress below. sealed in cement or something. [07:44] OA: yOU KNOW WHAT? IF PICTURING ME RUINING SOME PERFECTLY GOOD PRODUCE IS WHAT WORKS FOR YOU, WHO THE FUCK AM I TO PROTEST? I'LL CONSIDER IT MY GOOD GODDAMN DEED FOR THE SWEEP. GET SOME RIGHTEOUSNESS ALL UP IN MY PAN, EXPRESS ALL OF THE GOOD FEELS OUT OF MY VICTORYGLANDS, PAT MYSELF ON THE GODDAMN BACK FOR HELPING OUT SOME POOR, DEPRAVED RUSTBUCKET CULTIVATE SOME SWEET-ASS DREAMs. :o) [07:44] OA: aND FOR FUCK'S SAKe. [07:44] OA: yOU ARE THE EDGIEST LITTLE THING I HAVE EVER FUCKING SEEn. [07:44] ID: that's me. [07:45] OA: hA. AND WHERE THE FUCK DO YOU THINK THAT''S GONNA GET YOu? :o) [07:45] OA: nOT IN MY COON. SORRy. [07:46] ID: i mean. probably about as far as being on the opposite end of the spectrum really. [07:46] OA: cAN'T MAKE ROOM AROUND THIS VERITABLE FUCKING GARDEN I'VE GOT CRAMMED IN HERe. [07:46] OA: wHAt. [07:46] ID: do you want me to be the meek little rustblood. [07:46] ID: would that help you get off better. [07:46] ID: p-please mister or missus scary yellowclown, be gentle~ uwu~ [07:47] OA: wELL, I JUST LEARNED ENTIRELY TOO GODDAMN MUCH ABOUT your TASTE IN VIDEO. HOLY SHIt. :o) [07:47] ID: videos cost money i don't have. [07:49] ID: sorry we can't all be yellowbloods who obviously have a whole video library to watch. [07:49] OA: dON'T HAVE MONEY FOR VIDEOs. [07:49] OA: dON'T HAVE MONEY FOR FOOd. [07:49] OA: wHAT THE FUCK, WHY ARE YOU SO GODDAMN DEPRESSINg? [07:50] ID: i'm sorry my poorness depresses you. [07:50] ID: let me help. [07:50] ID: i'm currently living in a tent. [07:50] ID: my dinner tonight will be a mostly flattened squirrel my lusus stomped on. [07:50] ID: i will probably stab my tongue 20 times on splinters of bone. [07:51] ID: but hey, my psionics will make it so even though i feel like i'm starving, i actually won't. [07:51] ID: =:) [07:51] OA: oH MY GOd. [07:51] OA: wHAT THE FUCk. [07:51] ID: you're welcome. [07:52] OA: oH, GO FUCK YOURSELf. [07:52] ID: nah, waste of calories. [07:52] ID: and water probably. [07:52] ID: genetics has a lot of water in it right. [07:53] OA: tHAT HAS TO BE THE MOST TRANSPARENT GODDAMN PLOY FOR SYMPATHY I HAVE EVER LAID MY FUCKING EYES ON, BUT YOU KNOW WHAT? THAT SHIT'S ABOUT WHAT YOU DESERVE, PROBABLY, ON ACCOUNT OF THE FACT YOU'RE A WORTHLESS GODDAMN HERETIC WITHOUT THE SENSE THE MOTHER GAVE EVEN THE MOST WRETCHED OF LIMEs - [07:53] OA: - bUT AIN'T A LUSUS ALIVE THAT DESERVES TO DEAL WITH THAT SHIt. [07:53] OA: wHAT THE FUCK'S YOUR NUMBER? I'LL WIRE YOU ENOUGH TO GET HIM A STABLE. SLEEP IN THE HAY, AIN'T LIKE YOU DON'T ALREADY GOT PARASITEs. [07:54] ID: hear that antelopedad, hay is on the dinner list for both of us. [07:54] OA: yOU CAN'T EAT THE FUCKING HAy. [07:54] OA: dON'T EAT THE HAy. [07:54] ID: watch me. [07:55] OA: ... nO, YOU KNOW WHAT? PLEASE EAT THE HAY. STUFF YOUR ENTIRE GOB FULL OF THAT SHIT, AND TAKE A FUCKING VIDEO OF IT, SO I CAN POST THAT SHIT ON GRUBTUBe. :o) [07:55] ID: gonna eat all the hay in the stable. [07:55] OA: cONSIDER IT YOUR PAYMENt. [07:56] ID: man you flipflop more than i do. [07:56] ID: not sending any video though. [07:57] ID: gotta pay extra for this beauty. [07:58] OA: fLIPFLOP? PLEASe. [07:58] ID: or you could just send a few extra bucks and the location of the nearest cheap eatery. [07:59] OA: i HAVE NEVER CHANGED MY MIND IN MY WHOLE GODDAMN LIFe. [07:59] ID: you just did like. a minute ago. [07:59] OA: nAh. [07:59] OA: aND HOW THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO SEND YOU A LOCATION WHEN I DON'T KNOW WHERE THE FUCK YOU'RE At? [07:59] OA: yOU'VE GOT A DEVICE. LOOK UP YOUR OWN FUCKING LOCATION, LAZY ASs. [08:00] ID: i don't like folks knowing where i'm at okay. =:I [08:01] OA: fINE. GET YOUR ASS DOWN TO PORT MINA, AND GO GET A SANDWICH AT THE EATERy. :o) [08:01] OA: tHAT'S THE CLOSEST TO me, FUCKEr. [08:02] OA: hAVE FUN IN THE HELLDESERt. [08:02] ID: i'm out of the helldesert actually, thanks. [08:02] ID: also don't go in to the helldesert. a lot less treasure than you'd think there'd be. [08:02] ID: but port mina, i can do that. [08:04] OA: tHAT'S BECAUSE THE TREASURE'S ALL ON THE ROAMING DEAD, FUCKEr. [08:04] OA: wHICH OUGHT TO SUIT YOU JUST FINe. [08:04] ID: i got the roaming part down at least. [08:04] OA: gOT FAUNA, GOT DEAD FOLKS THAT'LL HIT YOU - THAT'S HALF YOUR PAIL LIST RIGHT THERe. :o) [08:04] ID: so if i pail fauna and dead folks. and you claim i'm hitting on you. [08:05] ID: what does that make you. [08:05] OA: wELL, SHIt. [08:06] OA: yOU'VE UNCOVERED MY PLOY. I'M A FUCKING WALKER, AND GETTING YOU FODDER IS PART OF MY SICK PLAN TO FATTEN YOU UP, AND.. WHAT, EAT YOu? [08:06] OA: nAH, NEVER MIND, THAT'S FUCKING GROSs. [08:07] ID: i mean, if it makes you feel better that ploy wouldn't work anyways. [08:08] OA: gOOD TO SEE YOU'VE GOT SOME SENSe. :o) [08:08] ID: wish i could say the same for you. =:) [08:10] OA: wEAK, BROTHER, WEAK. IS THIS WHAT STARVATION DOES TO A MOTHERFUCKER? SETS THEM TO BEGGING, AND TAKES THE EDGE FROM THEIR WORDS? BECAUSE I AM PRETTY FUCKING CERTAIN YOU WERE MORE ENTERTAINING THE LAST ROUND WE HAd. ;o( [08:10] OA: oH WELL. MY BAD FOOR EXPECTING MORE FROM A LITTLE OL' RUSt. :) [08:10] OA: oH, GODDAMNIt. [08:10] OA: :o) [08:10] ID: hahahah. [08:10] ID: slipping there. [08:11] ID: and first oyu whine at me not to make fun of your chucklefuckedness, then you whine because i'm not as 'entertaining'. [08:12] OA: wHAT CAN I SAY, I'M CAPRICIOUs. [08:12] ID: you're flipfloppy you mean. [08:12] ID: never change your mind my ass. [08:14] ID: i mean, what. you want me to threaten you? i can come up there and carve you to pieces. cut all that empire-certified hardware out of you and leave a nice message behind to the clowns that are pulling your strings. [08:14] ID: that better? [08:15] OA: oH, BROTHER, BROTHEr. [08:16] OA: nAH, YOU WENT AND SPOILED IT WHEN YOU GOT ALL SLOE-EYED AND SAD, I'M SORRY TO FUCKING SAY. YOU CAN THREATEN AND POSTURE ALL YOU LIKE, AND ALL I'M SEEING IS SOME STICK I CAN COUNT THE RIBS OFF Of. [08:16] OA: aND LET ME TELL YOU: THAT'S JUST NOT VERY INTIMIDATINg. [08:16] OA: gO EAT A SANDWICH, AND WE'LL SEE ABOUT THE ENTERTAINMENt. :o) [08:18] ID: even half starved i can kick your ass. =:I [08:20] OA: nOPe. [08:20] ID: definitely. =:| [08:20] OA: pOST PICTURES, BROTHER, BECAUSE LET ME TELL YOU NOw: [08:20] OA: tHERE IS NOT A SINGLE DOUBT IN MY HEAD I COULD LIFT YOUR SCRAWNY ASS OVER IT WITH ONE HANd. [08:21] OA: sORRy. :o) [08:21] ID: go ahead and lift me, makes it easier to slice your head right off your shoulders. =:| [08:22] OA: hOT. BUT PASs. [08:24] -- invertedDissident [ID]  has sent picture fuckyouimnotscrawny.png -- [08:25] OA: ha. [08:26] OA: wHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON WITH YOUR HORNs? [08:26] ID: psionics bitch. =:I [08:26] ID: what, you're not so powerful your psionics make shit float all the time? [08:26] ID: pathetic. [08:31] OA: yEAH, THAT'S WHAT WE CALL IT. AND NOT THAT I'VE GOT SOME BASIC FUCKING CONTROL OVER MY PSI, SO I AIN'T FILLED WITH STATIc. [08:31] OA: pATHETIc. :o) [08:31] OA: yOU'RE STILL SCRAWNY AS FUCk. [08:31] ID: if i didn't have control i'd murder everything i touched. which is sounding pretty tempting right now. =:) [08:31] OA: sKINNY FAT IS NOT WHAT A FUCKING MUSCLE MAKES. SORRY TO BE THE BEARER OF SOME WICKED BAD NEWs. ;o( [08:32] ID: sorry i don't get tablescraps from the clowns like some trolls do. [08:32] OA: sCRAPS? PLEASE. I EAT AT THE TABLe. :o) [08:33] ID: also fuck off and send a picture back if you're so great. [08:33] ID: sure you do. it's cute they let you think you're important. [08:33] OA: wHAT, SO YOU CAN DIE OF FUCKING ENVY? START HAVING TO DELEGATE ALL THAT ENERGY YOU'RE WASTING ON SPITE AND IRE TOWARDS GROWING OUT THAT INCH YOU'RE CALLING A BRAId? [08:33] OA: tHAT WOULD BE unkind, AND HERE I AM, TRYING TO MAKE A GOOD FUCKING IMPRESSIOn. [08:34] ID: i'll give your face a good impression with my fist. [08:34] OA: jUST USE YOUR HORNS, MOTHERFUCKER, THEY'LL HAVE AN EASIER TIME REACHINg. ;o) [08:34] OA: fINE. SINCE YOU FUCKING INSISt. [08:35] -- obstructedAntiquity [OA]  has attached the file "selfie84.png" to the chat! -- [08:35] ID: first off. selfie 84. [08:35] ID: fucking narcissistic fuck aren't you. [08:36] ID: second off, the fuck are you even wearing. [08:36] OA: bROTHER, IT WOULD BE A GODDAMN SIN TO HIDE THIS FACE FROM THE PUBLIc. [08:36] OA: aND IT'S CLOTHEs. [08:36] OA: i KNOW YOU'RE BROKE, BUT TELL ME THE CONCEPT AIN'T NEw. :o) [08:36] ID: no one wants to see that stomach. did your clothes shrink in the wash. [08:37] ID: i hope someone strangles you with that braid. [08:37] OA: dON'T WORRy. [08:37] OA: yOU CAN GET ABS, TOO, IF YOU LEARN TO FUCKING LIFt. :o) [08:38] ID: bitch i'm a rustblood, putting abs on me is like putting windows on a submarine. [08:39] ID: can you move your ears on purpose. [08:42] OA: wORTH IT FOR THE VIEw? [08:42] OA: aND OF COURSE I CAN. WHAT, YOU CAN't? [08:42] OA: i KNOW THEY'RE STUMPY AS FUCk. [08:43] ID: no, someone will open it and then everyone drowns. [08:43] OA: ... wAIT, SHIt. [08:43] OA: dO YOU HAVE EARs? [08:43] ID: ... [08:43] OA: ... [08:43] ID: who the fuck doesn't have ears. [08:43] ID: do you know a lot of trolls without ears. [08:44] OA: sURE, IF THEY'RE MOUTHy. :o) [08:45] ID: if that was the case you'd have lost the dumbo ears sweeps ago. =:) [08:46] ID: looking at your stomach in this picture is making me want to hurl. ugh. [08:50] OA: hAHAHa. [08:50] OA: hERE, LET ME FUCKING HELp. [08:50] ID: no thanks. [08:51] -- obstructedAntiquity [OA]  has attached the file "EYESUPHERE.png" to this chat! -- [08:51] ID: did you change the name so i didn't know this was selfie number 233. [08:51] OA: dUh. [08:52] OA: wHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR ID, ANYWAY? OR ARE YOU PLANNING ON ME PRE-PAYING YOU A GODDAMN MEAL? BECAUSE, JUST SO YOU KNOW: TAYLOR'S AIN'T GOT HAy. [08:52] OA: aND YOU DON'T FEED LUSII FUCKING COFFEe. [08:52] ID: my lusus has eaten worse i'm sure. [08:54] OA: nAH. YOU MAY BE SOME SULKY RUSTBUCKET, BUT WHAT THE FUCK WRONG HAS YOUR LUSUS EVER DONE, BUT RAISE YOUR WORTHLESS ASs? [08:54] -- invertedDissident [ID]  has attached the file "deleteafteropeningyoushit.txt" to this chat! -- [08:54] OA: dESERVES MORE THAN SQUASHED FLAT RODENTS, AND - WHAT, YOU GONNA deck ME IF I DON't? :o) [08:55] ID: i'm gonna deck you regardless. =:| [08:56] ID: so unless you're going to keep paying me for the honors of speaking with me, purge my information. [08:56] OA: yOU OUGHT TO BE PAYING ME, MOTHERFUCKEr. [08:57] ID: with all the money you know i don't have? [08:57] OA: tHERE. SIXTY CAEGARS. KNOW THAT'S MUCH COIN THAN YOU'VE SEEN IN YOUR LIFE, BUT TRY NOT TO SPEND IT ALL AT ONCe. :o) [08:57] OA: aRE YOU SAYING YOU CAN'T MAKE MONEY? TSK, TSk. [08:57] ID: i make money by beating trolls up. want to be my next business? =:| [08:57] OA: lEAST THE MIRTHFUL TEACH OUR OWN HOW TO EARN A LIVINg. :o) [08:58] ID: fuck that. i don't work for anyone but myself. [08:59] OA: aND PASS. BEEN THERE, DONE THAT, AND LEMME JUST SAY: BEING IMPRESSIVE IN THE RING DOESN'T MEAN SHIt. ;o( [09:00] OA: yOU DON'T WORK FOR YOURSELF, OR YOU'D HAVE CASh. [09:00] OA: oBVIOUS FUCKING LEe. [09:00] ID: i work pro bono for myself. [09:00] ID: what do you do for a living then, huh? [09:02] OA: wHY DON'T YOU TELL ME WHAT THE HELL YOU DO, FIRSt. [09:02] ID: i told you i make money beating trolls up. [09:02] ID: what more do you want from me. [09:04] OA: hUh. [09:04] OA: dIDN'T REALISE YOU WERE SERIOUs. [09:04] ID: surprise. [09:04] OA: wELL, FUCK, A TRUTH FOR A TRUTh. [09:04] OA: i PLAY THE HARp. [09:04] ID: ...what. [09:05] ID: how do you make sixty caegars playing the harp. [09:05] OA: hahahahaha. [09:05] ID: are you naked? [09:05] OA: tHEY FUCKING WISh. [09:05] OA: nAH, YOU GOTTA PAY EXTRA FOR THAT. WAY EXTRa. ;o) [09:06] ID: but i'm not seeing that you /won't/ play the harp naked for a living. [09:06] OA: wHAT, YOU WOULDN'T? TALK ABOUT A GODDAMN EXPERIENCe. [09:06] OA: aND SIXTY CAEGARS IS WHAT PEOPLE PAY FOR ME TO EVEN SHOW UP, BROTHEr. :o) [09:07] ID: i mean i don't actually sell my body so. [09:07] ID: i think i'll stick to beating up trolls. [09:08] ID: lets me top up my psionic tank in a way that playing the harp wouldn't do for me. [09:08] OA: wHY DOES EVERYTHING GO BACK TO HOOKING WITH YOU? TSK, TSK. STARTING TO THINK YOU'RE HALF WAY SERIOUs. [09:09] ID: well i mean you're the one saying it'd be an experience to get paid to play naked. [09:21] OA: wHAT'S THAT GOT TO DO WITH SELLING YOUR BOd? [09:21] OA: wAIT, FUCK IT, DON'T ANSWER. I GOTTA GET THIS CALl. [09:22] OA: yOU GOT YOUR CASH. GO GET YOUR LUSUS A FUCKING ROOm. :o)

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[09:23] ID: =:I i'm not saying thanks. bite me, gonna eat a sandwich now.

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Individually, we are one drop. Together, we are an ocean.

On crossing the imaginary line drawn from Punta Mala to Azuera the ships from Europe bound to Sulaco lose at once the strong breezes of the ocean. They become the prey of capricious airs that play with them for thirty hours at a stretch sometimes. Before them the head of the calm gulf is filled on most days of the year by a great body of motionless and opaque clouds. On the rare clear mornings another shadow is cast upon the sweep of the gulf.

The dawn breaks high behind the towering and serrated wall of the Cordillera, a clear-cut vision of dark peaks rearing their steep slopes on a lofty pedestal of forest rising from the very edge of the shore. Amongst them the white head of Higuerota rises majestically upon the blue. Bare clusters of enormous rocks sprinkle with tiny black dots the smooth dome of snow.

Then, as the midday sun withdraws from the gulf the shadow of the mountains, the clouds begin to roll out of the lower valleys. They swathe in sombre tatters the naked crags of precipices above the wooded slopes, hide the peaks, smoke in stormy trails across the snows of Higuerota. The Cordillera is gone from you as if it had dissolved itself into great piles of grey and black vapours that travel out slowly to seaward and vanish into thin air all along the front before the blazing heat of the day. The wasting edge of the cloud-bank always strives for, but seldom wins, the middle of the gulf. The sun—as the sailors say—is eating it up. Unless perchance a sombre thunder-head breaks away from the main body to career all over the gulf till it escapes into the offing beyond Azuera, where it bursts suddenly into flame and crashes like a sinster pirate-ship of the air, hove-to above the horizon, engaging the sea.

Indeed, these cloudy nights are proverbial with the seamen along the whole west coast of a great continent.

At night the body of clouds advancing higher up the sky smothers the whole quiet gulf below with an impenetrable darkness, in which the sound of the falling showers can be heard beginning and ceasing abruptly—now here, now there. Indeed, these cloudy nights are proverbial with the seamen along the whole west coast of a great continent. Sky, land, and sea disappear together out of the world when the Placido—as the saying is—goes to sleep under its black poncho. The few stars left below the seaward frown of the vault shine feebly as into the mouth of a black cavern. In its vastness your ship floats unseen under your feet, her sails flutter invisible above your head. The eye of God Himself—they add with grim profanity—could not find out what work a man’s hand is doing in there; and you would be free to call the devil to your aid with impunity if even his malice were not defeated by such a blind darkness.

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Multi-band gravitational wave astronomy: science with joint space- and ground-based observations of black hole binaries. (arXiv:1702.04356v1 [astro-ph.HE])

Soon after the observation of the first black hole binary (BHB) by advanced LIGO (aLIGO), GW150914, it was realised that such a massive system would have been observable in the milli-Hz (mHz) band few years prior to coalescence. Operating in the frequency range 0.1-100 mHz, the Laser Interferometer Space Antenna (LISA) can potentially detect up to thousands inspiralling BHBs, based on the coalescence rates inferred from the aLIGO first observing run (O1). The vast majority of them (those emitting at $f<10$ mHz) will experience only a minor frequency drift during LISA lifetime, resulting in signals similar to those emitted by galactic white dwarf binaries. At $f>10$ mHz however, several of them will sweep through the LISA band, eventually producing loud coalescences in the audio-band probed by aLIGO. This contribution reviews the scientific potential of these new class of LISA sources which, in the past few months, has been investigated in several contexts, including multi-messenger and multi-band gravitational wave astronomy, BHB astrophysics, tests of alternative theories of gravity and cosmography.

from gr-qc updates on arXiv.org http://ift.tt/2kLKlna

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Bad Lip Reading - Seagulls! (Stop It Now) 2016

Bad Lip Reading is a YouTube channel created and run by an anonymous producer from Texas who intentionally lip-reads video clips poorly for comedic effect. Some of the channel's original songs are available on Spotify and Apple Music.

In December 2015, Bad Lip Reading simultaneously released three new videos, one for each of the three films in the original Star Wars trilogy. These videos used guest voices for the first time, featuring Jack Black as Darth Vader, Maya Rudolph as Princess Leia, and Bill Hader in multiple roles. The Empire Strikes Back BLR video featured a scene of Yoda singing to Luke Skywalker about the dangers posed by vicious seagulls if one dares to go to the beach. BLR later expanded this scene into a full-length stand-alone song called "Seagulls! (Stop It Now)", which was released in November 2016, and eventually hitting #1 on the Billboard Comedy Digital Tracks chart.

Mark Hamill, who played Luke Skywalker in the Star Wars films, publicly praised "Seagulls!" (and Bad Lip Reading in general) while speaking at Star Wars Celebration in 2017: "I love them, and I showed Carrie [Fisher] the Yoda one… we were dying. She loved it. I retweeted it… and [BLR] contacted me and said ‘Do you want to do Bad Lip Reading?’ And I said, ‘I'd love to…’”. Hamill and Bad Lip Reading collaborated on Bad Lip Reading's version of The Force Awakens, with Hamill providing the voice of Han Solo. The Star Wars Trilogy Bad Lip Reading videos led to a second musical number, "Bushes of Love", which hit #2 on the Billboard Comedy Digital Tracks chart.

May the 4th be with 71,6% of you!

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Smash Mouth - All Star 1999

"All Star" is a song by the American rockband Smash Mouth, released as the first single from their second studio album, Astro Lounge (1999). It was one of the last tracks to be written for Astro Lounge, after the band's record label Interscope requested more songs that could be released as singles. In writing it, guitarist Greg Camp drew musical influence from contemporary music by artists like Sugar Ray and Third Eye Blind, and sought out to create an "anthem" for outcasts. In contrast to the more ska punk style of Smash Mouth's debut album Fush Yu Mang (1997), the song features a more radio-friendly style.

It received generally positive reviews from music critics, who praised its musical progression from Fush Yu Mang as well as its catchy tone. It was nominated for the Best Pop Performance by a Duo or Group with Vocals at the 42nd Annual Grammy Awards. Subsequent reviews from critics have regarded "All Star" favourably, with some ranking it as one of the best songs of 1999. The song charted around the world, ranking in the top 10 of the charts in Australia, Canada, and on the US Billboard Hot 100, while topping the Billboard Adult Top 40 and Mainstream Top 40 charts.

The song's accompanying music video features characters from the 1999 superhero film Mystery Men, which itself prominently featured "All Star". The song became ubiquitous in popular culture following multiple appearances in films, most notably in DreamWorks Animation's 2001 film Shrek. It received renewed popularity in the 2010s as an internet meme and has ranked as one of the most-streamed rock songs from 2017 to 2021 in the US. In June 2019, the music video was remastered in high definition and received subtitles in commemoration of its 20th anniversary. By that point, it had received over 219 million views on Youtube. In 2020, The New York Times listed the song as #1 in their top ten climate change songs.

"All Star" received a total of 90,9% yes votes!

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Seal - Kiss from a Rose 1994

"Kiss from a Rose" is a song from British singer-songwriter Seal's second eponymous album. The song was first released as a single in July 1994, and included in the film The NeverEnding Story III that year. The song was re-released a year later in 1995 as part of the Batman Forever film soundtrack, helping it top the charts in the US and Australia. The song also reached the top 10 in several other countries, including Canada, France, Iceland, and Norway. At the 1996 Grammy Awards, it won awards for Record of the Year, Song of the Year, and Best Male Pop Vocal Performance. It also was nominated for the MTV Movie Award for Best Song from a Movie in 1996. Two different music videos were produced to promote the single, directed by Matthew Rolston and Joel Schumacher, respectively.

"Kiss from a Rose" was written in 1987, several years prior to the release of Seal's self-titled debut album from 1991. After writing the song, Seal felt "embarrassed by it" and "threw the tape in the corner". Seal did not present it to producer Trevor Horn until the recording sessions for Seal II. In 2015, Seal said of the song: "To be honest, I was never really that proud of it, though I like what Trevor did with the recording. He turned that tape from my corner into another 8 million record sales and my name became a household name". The song's cryptic lyrics have been the subject of debate since its release. In 2015, Seal provided verified commentary on the "Kiss from a Rose" entry on the website Genius, stating simply: "I have avoided explaining these lyrics for over 25 years. I am not going to start doing it now".

"Kiss from a Rose" received a total of 87,4% yes votes!