#pox eclipse

[chocohybrid]

Soo australia has its own Wasteland Weekend now called Pox Eclipse and THIS GUY (me) went and had an absolute blast

The fit

some hat details i love this thing im so proud

i had such a good time, talked to so many cool people, traded and bartered so many things, and im 100% going back next year

[defilerwyrm]

Best I could do with my phone and shaking hands

There was twilight in every direction on the horizon

The chickens went back to their coop and the fish went to the bottom of the pool during the totality

For a moment I felt connected to my ancestors from 50 thousand years ago and more, exclaiming in wonderment as the sky turned dark and night frogs sang in the middle of the afternoon

[casually-salad]

Despite Celestia's orders to quarantine and stay away, Luna has been up close and in the deepest parts of a pony's mind. She knows she severing the mind from the body causes both to die, so if her sister wont take action against those who are sick - she will. If the pony of the light wants to fiddle endlessly with a cure, then the pony of the night will take care of the darker parts without remorse. Its not like these pony's aren't scared of her anyways, she was only recently released from being banished from the moon.

text is now in the image ID

[malwarewolf404]

I see a lot of Elden Ring players on here and elsewhere who feel mad or cheated or robbed that the DLC had nothing to do with Godwyn. And in one hand, yeah I get that, this DLC was so Miquella-focused you’d think we might get something about him, fair, but I think if we did get a Lord-Brother Godwyn and Miquella boss fight like so many people are saying they wanted, well. I think I would feel robbed.

The entire point of Godwyn is that he’s dead. He’s undead. He is One that lives in death. He has become the god of undeath. You cannot bring him back, many thousands have tried, including Miquella by way of some sort of Eclipse ritual (which I personally hope might be expanded upon in a future DLC.) Getting too close to him leads to nothing but blight and decay and death.

Anyways I personally think having Godwyn just show up randomly at the gate of divinity in some sort of twin princes fight would have been so much more out of left field for me. The relationship between Godwyn and Miquella and Melania is talked about in Lore sure, but the Haligtree and Redmanes having such an intimate and storied rivalry, as well as Melania and Radahn themselves, leaves the revelation that Miquella has been waiting for Radahn’s death to reincarnate him and force him to carry out his promise of consortship one way or another is somehow more interesting to me than “oh Miquella finally found a way to bring back Godwyn here at the gate of divinity teehee”.

The entire point of Godwyn is that he is undead. He is the prince of death. He became a pox on the Lands Between, and a tumor on the roots of the Erdtree, unable to be reborn, cursed to live in death. To undo that so simply would be to irreversibly change so much of the game beyond recognition.

[thestraggletag]

Hi yes I’ve been told to ask for The Thing :)

One The Thing coming up!

WELCOME TO RUMBELLE, YOU SWEET SUMMER CHILD. I SEE YOU THERE, SO YOUNG, SO FRESH, SO WOOBIE. LET ME SLOWLY CLASP YOU TO MY BOSOM IN A MOTHERLY WAY.

NOW YOU STUMBLE AROUND, A LITTLE LOST RUMBELLE CHICK NEEDING LOVE AND GUIDANCE, TREMBLING WITH THE FORCE OF A THOUSAND BOTTLED-UP FEELS. NEVER FEAR, FOR WE’LL TAKE YOU IN, SINCE YOU HAVE BECOME

ONE OF US.

WE HAVE TEA, FOR YOUR SHATTERED FEELS. WE KNOW IT HURTS, WE’VE ALL BEEN THERE. MOST OF USE JUST DUMP A LOT OF VODKA INTO THAT TEA. IT’D BE EASIER TO JUST DUMP A TEA BAG INTO A BOTTLE OF SMIRNOFF, TO BE HONEST.

HERE, DEARIE, ARE SOME GIFS I BRING FORTH TO YOU SO YOU CAN BLOG ABOUT YOUR FEELS, AND HOW RUMBELLE RUINED YOUR LIFE AND YOU LOVE IT. TAKE THEM, DON’T BE SHY. YOU WILL NEED THEM, YOUNG PADAWAN. THEY WILL BECOME YOUR NEW LANGUAGE. BE WARNED, LITTLE ONE, FOR THEY ARE OF A SPOILERY NATURE THAT MIGHT HURT YOUR WEE EYES. THEY’RE ALSO AWESOME, SO YOU SHOULDN’T STARE AT THEM DIRECTLY.

LIKE AN ECLIPSE.

OR RUMPLE’S LEATHER PANTS.

AND SINCE THIS IS A PRETTY COMPLEX FANDOM I DIRECT YOU TO A WELCOME PAGE SO YOU CAN GATHER YOUR BEARINGS AND EXPLORE MORE OF THIS MAGICAL LAND OF CHIPPED CUPS AND SEXY SCALY MEN. IF YOU HAVE QUESTIONS THERE YOU’LL FIND ANSWERS. IF NOT YOU CAN ALWAYS SEEK THERUMBELLE TAG, AND POST QUESTIONS THERE. RUMBELLERS ARE ALWAYS THERE TO ANSWER.

ALWAYS. RUMBELLERS DON’T SLEEP.

IF YOU FEEL THE NEED FOR SOME LOVELY VISUAL REPRESENTATIONS OF THE UTTER PERFECTION THAT IS THIS SHIP I DIRECT YOU TO THE RUMBELLE ART TAG, WHERE MANY TALENTED PEOPLE POST TALENTED THINGS THAT PRODUCE BOTH AWE AND ENVY.

AND LAST, AND THIS IS WHAT I’M KNOWN FOR…

WE.

HAVE.

PORN.

NO, NOT LIKE OTHER FANDOMS. NOT SOME PORN. NOT ANY PORN. WE HAVEALL THE PORN.

ALL OF IT.

EVERY KINK.

EVERY FANTASY.

EVERY POSITION.

FOOD SEX, PEGGING, BONDAGE, S&M (BUT THE REAL TYPE, NO INNER GODDESSES, ALL KINKY FUCKERY), CANE PORN, PRIEST PORN, CANNIBAL PORN, SHADOW!SEX, DADDY!DOM, DOM/SUB, BLOODPLAY, MIRROR-SEX, PREGNANCY KINKS, POWER-SEX, INTERSPECIES SEX, LACTATION PORN, DAGGER!PORN, RAPTOR!PORN, MAGICAL SEX AND MANY MORE.

IT'S THE SORT OF FANDOM WHERE YOU CATCH KINKS LIKE CHICKEN POX.

I DIRECT YOU NOW TO MY FANFIC REC LIST, WHERE YOU SHALL FIND MANY TREASURES. I ALSO GIVE YOU A REC LIST OF REC LISTS (A LIST-CEPTION, SO TO SPEAK). YOU CAN ALWAYS GO TO THE RUMBELLE FICTAG IF YOU FEEL YOU NEED MORE RUMBELLE PORN FICS IN YOUR LIFE. AND YOU WILL. AND IF YOU WANNA HIT THE MOTHERLOAD OF RUMBELLE FANFICTION CHECK OUT THE RUMBELLE LIBRARY, RIPE WITH DECADENT FICS FOR YOUR PERUSAL.

IN THIS FANDOM WE LIKE TO CELEBRATE WITH FIC, COPE WITH FIC AND START MASSIVE FIC WARS SO THERE ARE SEVERAL YEAR-ROUND EVENTS DESTINED TO BRING FORTH MORE RUMBELLE SEXYTIMES  MOMENTS: THE RUMBELLE SECRET SANTA (ORGANIZED THREE YEARS IN A ROW AND TOTALLING AROUND 350 FICS), FLOOFAPALOOZA (FOR WHEN YOU NEED TO GO ‘AWWW’ DESPERATELY), 50 FIRST HAMBURGER DATES (YES, WE GOT IT BAD), THERUMBELLE CHRISTMAS IN JULY (FOR THOSE LONG HIATUS MONTHS), THEMANTIS DAY MENAGERIE(BECAUSE OUR SMUT NEEDS MORE CREATURES IN IT), THE GREAT RUMBELLE BLOWOFF AND THE RUMBELLE SHOWDOWN. IT ALL CULMINATES WITH THE T.E.A. AWARDS, WHERE WE MOSTLY CONGRATULATE THE WRITERS ON ALL THE SEX, FLUFF AND TEARS (GREAT PLACE FOR NEWBIES TO ALSO SEEK FIC RECS!).

MIND THE SPOILERS, DEARIE.

BUT IF YOU’RE ALL CAUGHT UP YOU SHOULD TOTALLY CHECK THIS TUMBLR WHICH WILL HOLD PRECIOUS TREASURES SO YOU CAN SURVIVE THE SUMMER HIATUS WITH MOST OF YOUR SANITY INTACT.

WE AIM FOR REALISTIC GOALS HERE.

IF YOU HAVEN’T YET DELETED YOUR TUMBLR ACCOUNT AND MOVED TO A COUNTRY WITHOUT INTERNET CONNECTION THEN CONGRATULATIONS, YOU INDEED HAVE THE MAKINGS OF A GREAT RUMBELLER. AND YOU’RE GONNA LOVE IT HERE.

NOW LET ME HOLD YOU GENTLY, SOFTLY, LOVINGLY.

Welcome to the fandom, dearie.

[oopsiespooks]

Pox ☣️

"My newest assistant has a lot of potential in the field.

He spoke of his homeland, and how he missed his family. He had learnt a lot about necromancy from his mother, who nurtured his abilities as a mere hatchling; she believed that while he could not aid his father like he wanted, he could help others.. and yet he also claimed that he had been exiled from many a clan for bringing disease and leaving tragedy in his wake.

I cannot verify these accusations myself, I am far too busy tending to my business. However, I believe Pox could be of great use to Crescent- he has foretold of outbreaks weeks, months, even years from now. I have no reasonable grounds to believe him at all, but it is evident that he can prove his worth with plague-specific medicinal knowledge that few here know of, and a strong drive to boot.

Sandstorm has been scouting the clan's border, and has mentioned that we cannot venture into the Scarred Wasteland, for most creatures not native to the area look worryingly gaunt and may be of risk to the clan if they come any closer for refuge. Perhaps there is more to Pox's words after all.

Must ask Skoll to keep an eye on him while I am away from the parlor."

━ Excerpt from Eclipse's diary, ████

[kwisatzworld]

MotoGP mutterings: life ‘inside the goldfish bowl’

by Mat Oxley, November 2005

It’s not easy being Valentino Rossi. Imagine: you’re trying to get on with your day-to-day job of being the world’s greatest-ever motorcycle racer and you’ve got Ferrari’s F1 bosses all over you like an expensive Italian suit and the Italian media all over you like a bad case of the pox. (And not only that, between races you’ve got to work out how to blow your annual earnings of 15 million quid.)

Rossi’s life has been out of control for years, hounded wherever he goes by a pack of media sharks, but since the Ferrari F1 rumours shifted into top gear, his life in “the goldfish bowl” (as he calls it) has gone from uncomfortable to intolerable. The bike racer who courted fame like no other and whose stardom has eclipsed all others now finds himself embroiled in a guerrilla war with several Italian journalists whom he’s banned from his media conferences for writing stuff he doesn’t like. This is dangerous territory, so is everyone’s favourite bike racer commencing his descent into paranoid megalomania or Jacko-style meltdown?

Rossi has always insisted that he understands the nature of the Faustian pact he’s made with fame and fortune. But if he’s getting upset by what he reads in the papers, he’s obviously forgotten what it means. (And if he thinks he’s got a media witch hunt on his ass he should have a chat with the great Pete Doherty.) To remind him, the Faustian deal for 21st century celebrities goes something like this: you become unimaginably rich from a new kind of global fame which beams you into hundred of millions of homes around the world, day after day, week after week. You are a product with perhaps half a billion customers who all own a little piece of you, whether they’ve bought your T-shirt, drank the beer promoted during a MotoGP ad break or smoked the cigarettes advertised on the side of your motorcycle. It’s not pretty but that’s why you’re so filthy rich. If you don’t like it, there’s a really easy way out of this particular hell hole.

Apparently Rossi fell out with those Italian journalists because they’d written stuff about his private life – revealing details of his night-time shenanigans, questioning his status as a bona fide Italian tax exile, calling his family a bunch of gypsies and so on. Not nice, but that’s the nature of 21st century media, it’s a beast, as another Italian superstar knows all too well: “When a journalist write about the positive, he write five lines,” says opera legend Pavarotti. “When he write about the negative he become a poet.”

If Rossi is to maintain his sanity he’s got to stop reading the papers, whatever they’re saying about him, he’s got to ignore the media bullshit and get on with his life. And if the media give him a hard time for shagging girls, getting drunk or whatever, fuck ‘em. He is a motorcycle racer, after all, and that’s what racers are meant to do – live fast and loose. As someone once said of Rossi’s idol, Hollywood rebel and half-tasty dirt racer Steve McQueen: “Steve loved anything with wheels or tits, probably in that order,”. No reason why Valentino should be any different...

And from now on it seems that either two wheels or four will do for Rossi. Years back he hated F1 because he reckoned it was all about money but more recently he’s been seduced, either by the Ferrari gold or by the challenge of becoming only the second man in history after gentleman John Surtees to win world titles in both bikes and cars. Either way, he’s welcome to it. F1 is a stinking world of repugnant decadence and ostentation, full of money-grabbing, tax-dodging ego-maniacs and obsessive-compulsives with small penises. (I know this for a fact because I used to go out with a girl who once shagged one of F1’s more famous bosses, who failed to impress her despite having popped a Viagra after dinner. Charming, I know, but you get my drift.)

And as for the now relentlessly asked question – will Rossi be able to rule in F1 – two observations: one, who cares, it’s cars not bikes, two, of course he will win. Even former bike racer Damon Hill managed to win the F1 world title, and, hell, I used to beat Daisy (as he was called in the rough, tough club racing paddocks of the early Eighties) when we raced Yamaha LCs around Snetterton. So it really can’t be that hard, can it?

[soluscts]

Chapters: 1/?

Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types

Rating: Mature

Archive Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Major Character Death

Characters: Original Clone Trooper Character(s), (Star Wars)22nd Legion Members (OC), CT-5178 | Airhead (OC), CT-0763 | Twip (OC), CC-0404-13 | Commander Oh-4 (OC), CT-2367-34 | ARC Pox, Maze Danresh (OC)

Relationships: CT-5178 | Airhead & CT-3369-12 | Captain T3, CT-5178 | Airhead & CT-0763 | Twip, CT-3369-12 | Captain T3 & CT_0763 | Twip, CT-5178 | Airhead & CT-2367-34 | ARC Pox

Tags: Tags May Change, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Character Death, Canon-Typical Violence, Near Death Experiences, Clone Troopers Deserve Better (Star Wars), Protective Clone Troopers (Star Wars), No Cloneshipping | Clone Trooper/Clone Trooper Relationships (Star Wars), Blood and Injury, Hurt No Comfort, Heavy Angst, Clone Trooper-centric (Star Wars), Clone Troopers Need Hugs (Star Wars), Stranded on a Hostile Planet, Canon Compliant, Clone Troopers as Siblings (Star Wars), Touch-Starved Clone Troopers (Star Wars), Injury Recovery, Angst and Tragedy, tragic end, I let them rotate in my microwave just to make them explode, Clone Trooper Pilots, Clone Trooper Bonding & Friendships (Star Wars), Shinies Being Shinies (Star Wars)

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\SIZ-uh-jee\ noun. : the nearly straight-line configuration of three celestial bodies (such as the sun, moon, and earth during a solar or lunar eclipse) in a gravitational system.

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A Pilot, a Captain, and a Shiny find themselves stranded on the jungle planet Enthenium, uncertain of their future. With blood coating the plastoid and dirt in its crevices, they need to navigate through more than the hostile environment to feel the spark of hope again.

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I realized I never posted about this fic here so here I go ^^ I have a bit of the next chapter already and a vague idea of the plot but idk how often I can get myself to actually write it out T.T

anyway, enjoy !!

[kindheart525]

Celestia had prepared for this day for her entire lifetime thus far. After years of rigorous study and practice in which she had shown such great promise, now was the time to put her skills to the ultimate test. For if she passed, she was to be admitted into the most prestigious magic academy in the city. ‘Twas a small school, so few students passed the test. The stakes were higher than ever.

“Remember, my daughter, I shall take great pride in thee no matter the result,” her father assured her as they approached the building where she would be tested. “Do not be so wracked with nerves. Do thy best. I have the utmost confidence thou shalt excel.”

“Dost thou truly believe so, Daddy?” Celestia asked nervously.

“Verily, from the bottom of mine own heart. Art thou ready?”

“I suppose I am.”

*****

Luna’s deep loneliness had grown into deep resentment as the days went by and she seldom saw her father. She had grown weary of the same excuses he gave for his absence; she would no longer accept them. Tonight—if he came home at all—she was going to tell him how much of a fool he was. She would not hold back this time.

She heard the door open. He was home, once again later than promised. Now was her opportunity.

Midnight Mist sauntered into the house, letting off a foul stench that smelled something of whisky and the juice of some harlot’s nothings. It made her angry.

“Thou wretched cox-comb!” Luna snapped. “Once again thou art late! Where hath thou been?”

“‘Tis not thy business!” He slurred. “Why such concern?”

“Thou cannot be pitchkettled, thou knowest what thou hath done! As thou frolic about and show off thy codpiece to lowly wenches, I am left utterly abandoned! Dost thou care?”

Her father only shook his head and chuckled at this, making Luna’s frustration only grow.

*****

Celestia was more focused than ever. Before her lay two seeds, each of a different tree. Her task was not only to grow them to maturity but to intertwine them into one. While her father had taught her to do this with smaller flora, she had never accomplished a feat to this magnitude. She would need all the good fortune in the world to do it.

She closed her eyes and concentrated, hoping for a miracle to pass...

*****

“Thou consider me inferior to thy bedswerver lifestyle? Thou art saying thou wouldst rather swive with strumpets than cherish thy daughter?” Luna pled with her father, becoming more and more emotional with each word.

“I shall not stand such accusations!” He spat back. “Silence, for I did not raise a shrew!”

Luna gasped at this cruel name, her rage finally boiling over.

“Thou utter bastard! A pox be upon thee! By my troth, I declare—!”

*****

At the climax of Celestia’s magic, Luna’s rage...history was made. A mysterious surge of magic surged through the two fillies miles apart, one they had only imagined from old mares’ tales. At that moment, the sun rose high in the sky and so did the moon, creating an eclipse that blacked out the sky. The fillies, the sun and moon, the eclipse...it was all connected, yet they could not explain why. ‘Twas a moment that could hardly be described in words.

When the surge subsided, the fillies found new symbols emblazoned on their flanks; Celestia, a sun, and Luna, a moon in the night sky. They had not a clue what had just happened, but something was calling to them. They would soon find out.

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Previous: To A Fault Next: No Truer Love

[monaatheog]

Hair >> Angelic - "Princess" Hair ➟ NEW at Dreamday

Necklace >> Pox - Arpels.Necklace ➟ NEW at Dreamday

Top >> [Brior] Dreem Bodysuit ➟ NEW at Dreamday

Bottom >> [Brior] Dreem Folded Denim Shorts ➟ NEW at Dreamday

Shoes >> [Betrayal x Viet] Chace Sneakers - Eclipse / Reborn ➟ mainstore

Bag >> [Brior] Dreem Mini Crossbody ➟ NEW at Dreamday

Leg tattoo >> Gisselle leg tattoo - Hoodlem ➟ mainstore

Pose animation >> Ari animation pack - STUNposes ➟ Level

Arm jewelry >> ROSSI. Curvy Wrap Armcuff - GOLD ➟ COMING SOON!

[cryptidsurveys]

Monday, September 9th, 2024.

Have you ever had the chicken pox? Yes, but I was too young to remember the experience.

How often do you do laundry? Something like 2-3 times per week.

Have you ever been evicted? No.

Would you grow your own garden? I have in the past. I was too busy (or at least honest with myself and my priorities) to bother with it last year. However, depending on what my life looks like next spring, I might consider growing some tomatoes.

Do you know anyone who snores? My dad.

What is your favorite font? I'm not sure… I'm struggling to choose between fonts that look nice and fonts that are easy on the eyes (probably a symptom of getting older because I used to love teeny tiny little fonts; the kind you needed an electron microscope to see).

Do you know what a wombat is? Yeah.

Would you make a good movie critic? Naw. I'm just not that insightful or analytical. I also don't feel like I have enough experience or background with films to make an informed critique. My thoughts typically boil down to whether I personally liked it or not and have little to do with any broader context, etc.

What goal are you aiming for this year? I want to find a comfortable work/life balance, and I want to learn how to be more effective in terms of setting boundaries, managing my time, etc.

Are you currently reading any books at the moment? A Short History Of The World by H. G. Wells. I needed something I could read during my lunch breaks at the shelter, and that's what I ended up grabbing.

When I say ‘foxy lady’ what comes to mind? Mostly just this new kitten who came in from ISO the other day - her name is Foxy and her sister's name is Tofu.

Would you have liked to have lived during the Victorian times? Naw mate.

Would you own a Siamese cat? We have in the past - four of them, in fact.

Do you like deviled eggs? Yeah.

What tends to upset you? Many things, but lately it's been when genuinely kind and decent people speak up about negative shit and are made to feel as though they are the problem.

What’s the farthest you’ve walked? Something like 13-14 miles.

What is your favorite horror movie? I don't have a favorite atm. In the past (I know it's really basic, but) probably the Saw films. I think I've seen all but the most recent one.

What does your favorite shirt look like? I don't have a favorite shirt.

Is your life like a daily routine? Yeah. I wouldn't say it's entirely dictated by routine, but it's heavily influenced by it.

Were you ever told as a child if you eat carrots you’ll have pretty eyes? I was told that they were good for my eyesight.

What career are you most interested in? It's not really a "career," but a kennel tech at the animal shelter.

Have you ever seen a rooster? Yeah. Most likely at the State Fair.

What time do you usually wake up? 5:30am-5:45am. Well, that's when I get up on most days. I often wake up about 30-60 minutes prior to that.

What made you feel most accomplished in your life so far? Getting this far in terms of recovery/mental illness. Volunteering at the animal shelter. Learning to drive again. Getting back into art and actually sticking with it.

Have you ever seen a lunar eclipse? Yeah.

What are you allergic to? I supposedly have a "sensitivity" to gluten (not celiac), but aside from that, nothing that I know of.

Do you ever feel like people hold things you do or say against you? Only certain people. I hold things they say and do against them in return, though, so…fair is fair…?

What can’t you afford but wish you could? Home repair/renovations. My own apartment (or idealistically - a cabin in the mountains). A trip to Japan.

What is your favorite Daft Punk song? I don't have one.

Do you know anything about Watts? Watts who…? Or are you just talking about the unit of measurement…? Lol I had to look this up, but the watt is named after James Watt; except that doesn't answer the "Watts" question. The only "Watts" I can think of is Alan Watts.

How many miles are on your car? Approximately 65,600.

What is your favorite scent to smell around this time of year? Autumnal spices, baked goods, rain, smoke from nearby fireplaces…

How many lamps are in your room? There are two salt lamps if those count. No regular lamps, though.

Do you own a flare gun? I don't.

What is one thing you usually have in common with some people? Just some people? We're just hangin' in there, just tryin' to get by, just tryin' to have a good time.

What is your favorite number? 19 has this strange significance in my life.

What is your favorite type of museum? Lol I really want to go to a Bigfoot museum.

Have you ever been inside the Statue of Liberty? No.

Ever felt like you were being held hostage? Not exactly. But stuck somewhere against my will? Yes.

What is your favorite candy bar? As a chocolate candy fiend, that's tough. I'm honestly not that picky, but anything with cookie wafers, nuts, caramel…

What is your favorite book you’ve read this year? Dune or House Of Suns. I think I read them both within the last year anyway.

If you had children or do would you tell them the truth about Santa Claus? I don't plan on having children. I can only speak from my own experience to say that I loved the whole Santa Claus thing.

What color are your slippers? Dark blue, maroon, and gray/white.

[whatodoo-netherlands]

Eternal Eclipse with: Häxenzijrkell + Pox + Dikasterion - Eindhoven, Netherlands | 16 Mar, 2024.

Find out more / Find Tickets.

[dr-whoopsie-daisy]

Today was my first day of optometry school 5 years ago. 🥲 August 21st, 2017

There was a solar eclipse that day. By the end of the week, we were closed for a record breaking hurricane.

January brought a freeze that close us again.

Second year brought academic trials of Competency and White Coat Ceremony and entering patient care for the first time. (Completely normal lmao)

Third year brought a new dean, rapid restructuring, mass leaving of the good professors. Boards studying. A water main broke and cut off all water to half the city. Clinic was cancelled. Then the plague. Shut downs. Boards cancelled 1 day before testing began.

Fourth Year brought Summer zoom class. The Dean and admin lying. I accidentally helped organize the students against them. Re-entering patient care in covid protocol 5 months later. Taking Part 1 and Part 2 four months apart. Returning to school for the first time in 9 months. Giant February freeze that nearly wiped out the entire electrical grid for the state. Breaking into the clinic to practice for Part 3 without running water. Taking Part 3. Graduation.

Then retaking Part 3. Getting a job. Now Plague 2: electric boogaloo Monkey Pox.

This all with 40-50 hours of class each week (until shut down) with assignments and studying. Test week and finals having anywhere from 7-10 exams in each stretch. Boards 1&2 were 8 hour long exams. Going to on-line learning immediately. Graduation ceremony limited to 3 guests each. Making friends and colleagues I can rely on to help answer any weird eye questions.

I got a little off track, but it's been a wild and unpredictable ride.

[iamvegorott]

Whenever Constellations and Eclipse get demon pox, Night goes complete mama bird. He’ll get them food, keep nice and comfy is some nest (it’s made of blankets and towels he straight stole from Host) he sort of made next to the Host’s bed (Host has tried to take it down, but something in Night’s DNA prefers it over a bed, and the twins are that way too, so he leaves it).

Host tries to get home and help Night take care of them as well as make sure Night doesn’t get it either. He sometimes has to remove Night from cuddling and sleeping in the nest with the twins.

Host does not need Night being sick as well XD

[snappyoneliner]

Mad Max Beyond ThunderDome

Finally watching the one everyone hates let's see how this goes lol

Hey man how come your mom lets you have so many camels

What is it with this series and deranged children OMG MONKEY

I kinda wish the Fallout series took a little more goofiness like Mad Max that would've been fun

I like this short dude with the spooky mask on his back

Ah the "too many weapons to check at the door" trope. Never gets old

Just looked up the short dude Ironbar and omg I'm taller than him

That is a lot of pigs

Holy shit Mortal Kombat used some good inspiration from MasterBlaster for Ferra/Torr I love seeing the inspiration without it being a ripoff that's great good on ya Netherrealm /genuine

I'm sticking with my theory that Max is cursed with immortality/agelessness and is the only one not physically old who remembers the world before the nukes

Tbh I'm already lost but that's just how these movies are for me

Oh no Blaster is checking my boxes

What can I say? I'm a simple man and I like huge, strong, silent men with helmets or masks

This setup with the bungee cables is absurd I kinda dig it

The crowd counts your combos omg

Why do people hate this one I'm enjoying it so far

This whole "bust a deal, face the wheel" thing reminds me of the "you keep what you kill" law from the Chronicles of Riddick

I guess the mascot head is supposed to be like a bag so he can't find his way back?

Ah movie quicksand of course

Captain who?

Is this the place Auntie Entity meant to send him? I'm confused

I love this wacky way of speaking these movies use

Jeez there's so many kids here did Max end up in Neverland?

POX-ECLIPSE

That painting is weirdly specific

I like this one War Boy who doesn't match the rest of the Lost Boys

I know they had like a whole history thing but wtf happened to all these kids' parents

I mean I know sinkholes are a thing, but aren't they usually nearer to trees and stuff?

Yes that's my first reaction to seeing a strange child. Point and go "heh" /s

Cow car is clever

Blackfinger needs a raise he does so much that's not in his job description

WHAT HAPPENED TO TWO OMG PIGKILLER

So the kid village is just gonna leave Max there? Wow, thanks a lot

THAT'S SUCH A MINI OMG

So they're gonna live in a ruined, probably radioactive city instead of the gorgeous paradise they abandoned?

Eh this was all right like it definitely wasn't the best of the series but I don't see why it got so much hate and "don't even bother"s

[starburnedfarrago]

“And sing of Knights and Ladies gentle deeds;”

Fae AU starter for @goodliest

The earth's gone sour.

At least, that was what his mother had said. For as long as Boq could remember, she had always had an unwavering note of resignation in her voice-- the tired, put upon sigh of a woman who had bore too many children to a man she hadn’t cared for in too many years. Passion and zeal were replaced with a unassuming sense of duty, and soon even that fell away, and the constant plod through tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow became nothing more than the mindless tug of muscle memory. Going through the motions of keeping her world running, if only because she'd yet to find a good enough reason to let it stop.

He was often at her side, helping her with the little unseen essentials that kept the farm afloat. Cooking, curing the meats, cleaning diligently enough that there was still a noticeable boundary line between inside and out. His father had stopped soliciting any help from him in the fields, deeming the cause lost after nineteen years of being throttled on his mother’s apron strings. Boq, in turn, had stopped trying to win his father’s approval, and learned to stone-face his way through the verbal assaults that came with each new dawn. Thankfully, he rarely raised his hand to him anymore, claiming that he “couldn’t bring himself to hit a woman.”

It was fine. He was fine.

He planned to leave soon–– well, had dreams of leaving. Of traveling north to somewhere decidedly less agrarian, where an uncalloused hand wasn’t regarded as a pox, and colognes were a bit more variegated than the natural musk of crop rot and horse shit. Where the sun was a light that caught on the edge of gemstones and glass, not a tangible force that beat you down into the dirt, blurring the line of the horizon, making your little patch of nowhere seem like it stretched on forever. 

The day came sooner than he was expecting, and all of the bells and whistles that adorned his daydreams (the wild-child striking out from home, the wind in his hair, the taste of a kiss still on his lips) sounded far more akin to a death knell when his father shook him awake in the middle of the night, dressed in an overcoat and a grimace, looking as close to scared as Boq had ever seen him.

Dress yourself pretty. An’ don’t dally. These things is fickle, and we’d do well not to keep them waiting.

Boq did as he was told, too rattled by the situation to question it immediately, too accustomed to his father’s stoicism to know that he wouldn’t get an explanation regardless.

They crossed their property by the feeble light of his father’s lamp. He could hear the gentle murmur of the animals, rousing in their keeps. It sounded so awfully familiar to the fanfare of his morning routine, he could almost convince himself this was just another day, and he was making his rounds to feed their stock in the predawn light.

They crossed over the boundary line, and Boq felt a question rise into his throat. He choked it back down.

They were swallowed by the mouth of the woods not half a mile later, and his father’s tongue loosened of its own accord.

Talk of necessity and the barren earth and this season’s dismal crop. Talk of the family, of his place as the eldest, of his contribution to the farm.

He snuffed his lamp, but a sickly blue light clung like moss to the surrounding trees.

Talk of deals, of devilish tricks, of creatures that could spin your name into a dagger. Talk that sounded like an apology, an attempt at reasoning, a choked, mishandled I love you.

Boq took notice of the ring of toadstools, some half-forgotten memory clawing at the back of his mind. Some song, some lullaby, about the creatures the dwelt in the next world over. The Good People, The Fair Folk–– They won’t hurt you if you don’t go antagonizin’ them, his father was saying. Boq couldn’t hear him, his head hammering with childhood rhymes and cautionary tales.

Jus’ be polite. You were always good at that at least, bein’ polite.

His attention was seized when he felt a blinding hot something strike across his hand. A perfect, clean cut tracing the crease of his palm. He turned to his father, to the knife in his hand–– the same one Boq had used the day before to skin a fowl for their dinner––

He didn’t notice when the thin rivulet of blood slipped from his palm, and rained over the toadstools. But he did notice–– couldn’t help but notice–– when the wan blue light burned white and eclipsed every last inch of his vision.

And it was in that moment of utter dazzling blindness that Boq finally perceived the word fae.