#this is rather rubish

[rawwkfingers]

The Time Warrior

Sarah Jane's first appearance! Considering she's practically the face for Classic Who companions (with really only the original trio being the other option) I was really looking forward to her first episode. Sladen excels, but the actual serial disappoints unfortunately

Depending on whether or not you count Time Monster as a historical (I wouldnt considering the majority of the serial takes place with UNIT,) this serial is our first one since the Second Doctor and you can see why they abandoned them. They just haven't figured out how to write good historical stories without reducing the side characters to stereotypes yet, and "brutish warlord does dumb stuff continuously" is just not good television

Everything else about the serial was quite good, the Sontaran makeup was incredible, the interplay between Linx and the Doctor worked well, and I liked Rubish's dopey assistance. But since the bulk of the story is built on the poorly written caricatures, the whole thing suffers

That all said though, Sarah Jane is here! How can you not be excited! And she really crushed her first appearance, immediately telling the viewer that she is nothing like the companions who came before her. I do feel like the Doctor was out of character in how he treated her tbh, sexism has never made any sense coming from this character, but I understand that they wanted to really make Sarah Jane's position as a feminist character clear from the get-go and Pertwee plays the lines as if he's teasing her rather than genuinely believing them so I'm inclined to forgive it. As long as it doesn't continue

Overall, other than Sarah Jane, this serial felt like a return to the black-and-white era of the show and that is not a compliment. Depending on how the rest of this season goes, I can believe that that was an intentional decision to really highlight Sarah Jane but we'll just have to wait and see

[overobsessivewhumper]

Whumper-less whump #1:

This one is about burning through hot water, so if you don't like that, you won't like this. But all in all this is rather harmless and rather tame whump...

I didn't use any of my ocs since none of them fit this, or are good, and i didn't want to make new ones.

"Just go make tea A."

Ouch. That one kinda hurt.

"Yeah. Sure. Why not?"

I get up and smile at B and C and make my way to the kitchen. I fill the watercooker almost the the top. Don't want to have to make water twice. I flip the switch and lean against the door. I can see B and C from here they look really happy, smiling and laughing at eachothers jokes. Still no reason for B to be so passive to me... They barely aknowledged me today. I sigh, absently listening to the water starting to boil in the cooker.

To be fair, I probably shouldn't be here anyway... C is B's friend, not mine. I barely know them. Plus, B hasn't seen them for almost two years. They're bound to want some propper catching up time. I should have just left the house to give them some time alone...

I stop looking at them from afar when i notice that i'm being weird again. Instead I decide to get out three teacups and teabags. I watch the last few seconds of the water boiling in the cooker, dully noting once again that we should probably get a new one.

Once the water is cooked, i take the cooker over to where the tea cups are standing. Just as i'm about to pour hot water into the cup for B (rooibos, their favorite), a bit of hot warer spills out the back of the cooker and onto the hand that is holding the handle. The sudden burst of heat and pain in my left hand instinctivly makes me drop the cooker. It hits the counter and hot water spills all over it.

Unfortunatly, hot water also spills all over my right hand and forearm. I jump back, biting down a string of curses as hot pain spreads throughout my arm. Pulling back the sleve on my right arm, i hastily try to rub off the water with a kitchen towel.

"A? Are you alright in there?"

Shit. I can't ruin B's first day in ages with C with my stupidity.

"I'm alright! Everything's fine! Just droped a teacup."

Wow. That sounded rather steady for how shaky i'm feeling right now.

"Oh. Okay. Be careful not to cut yourself on the shards dear."

"I sure will!"

That came over a little agressive... huh... Biting down a little too hard on my bottom lip, i turn my attention back to the matter at hand. Slowly I sit down on the floor and lean against the wall. Even slower then that I start to unwrap the towel from my arm. The skin covering the area of my hand and arm has turned an angry red and has developed blisters, some rather large ones and smaler ones. There are spesifically three rather large ones on the palm and back of my hand. Oh, and it also hurts... God, it really hurts. It hurts so bad.

But it can't be that bad, right? I'm not an expert, but as far as i know, fire can get alot hotter then just a bit of hot water, so this is probably just a... first degree burn? That's what i thaught you called them... Yeah... seemes about right... And i think i read somewhere that it's good if you feel pain in the burnt areas. And i most definativly can feel pain. So it has to be one of those first degree ones right? One of those burns that doesn't even need to be mentioned.

But how do you make a first degree burn hurt less? Cold water, right? I'm pretty sure cold water is a good idea. Carefuly, only using my left hand, i get up and move over to the sink. I turn the cold water on as strong as possible and wait. When it's as cold as it will get i quickly stick my hand under it. Instantly I'm torn between the rather small amount of relief the freezing water presents and the increasing discomfort of having a full powered steam of water hitting the blistered skin, which is not very suprisingly extreemly sensitive to all kind of pressure. I quickly bring my left hand up to my mouth and bite into the sleve of my shirt. No need to worry B with this by making pained noises. This is nothing to worry about. After a while i start to feel pretty cold. That probably just means it's working. So that's good.

I switch off the water and pick up the kitchen towel from the floor. I wrap it as tightly as possible around my hand and arm, and cover the rest of the blistered skin by pulling my sleve over them. My arm still hurts like hell and i'm shivering quite a bit, but that's probably normal.

So i start cleaning up the mess and make a second pot of hot water. And this time i even manage to pour it without any more stupid slip ups.

Keeping my towel wrapped arm as out of sight as i can, i bring the tea to B and C and place it on the table and sit down with a smile. B stops talking and turns to me.

"What took you so long? Was something wrong?"

I smile again, hoping they can't see through me.

"No, no. Everything was fine! There just where alot of teacup shards to pick up..."

B nods, but does not look convinced. But they still pick up their teacup and drink from it.

"Thank you for the tea, A."

They smile at me. C also smiles.

"Yeah, thanks!"

After a while the attention is away from me and back to their conversation. I don't really listen to what they are talking about. Bit hard to focus when you're in pain. I really want to go get the pack of painkillers we have in the upstairs bathroom. But B would ask where i'm going. And anyway, my legs feel extreemly weak all of a sudden. I doubt they could hold me.

"Are you okay A?"

"Hm?"

Both B and C have a worried expression plastered on their faces. Damn... i didn't want to make them worry... C speaks again.

"Are you okay A? You didn't answer B's questions... and you really are shivering quite a bit..."

I need an excuse, and fast!

"It's... just... cold in here?"

"It is rather cold, but are you sure you're alright?"

B's voice sounds so gentle and comforting and suddendly i just want to be held by them and comforted, let them take the pain away. But that's stupid of me. It's not like this is a bad injury. The pain probably isn't even ghat strong. I'm just weak. C moves closer to where i am sitting and looks down at my hands

"Why is your hand wrapped in a kitchen towel?"

Shit.

"Um... i..."

B now has their hand on my upper arm gently.

"Did you cut yourself?"

"You don't have to hide that from me A..."

I just look away.

"B's right A... you shouldn't feel like you have to hide that you are hurt. Even when i'm visiting."

Still looking away i hold my right arm out in B's direction. I feel how they gently take my arm in their hands and start to unwrap the towel. For a while there is silence. Then i hear B gasp.

"What is it?"

C walks over and also looks at my now unwraped hand. They also gasp.

So much for not worrying anyone.

Gently B brushes back my sleve and removes the rest of the towel. I still don't look at either of them.

"A..."

B's voice is gentle and kind, not dissapointed how i excpected it. This makes me turn to them.

"A... Why didn't you say something? You must be in so much pain!"

B cups my cheek and gently rubs their thumb across it. I suddendly wonder why I was even trying to hide my pain in the first place.suddenly i feel a little bit silly.

"I... didn't think it was nececary... you two where having fun and i was just butting in... And anyway... Not like it's a bad burn..."

B's eyes widen.

"Not a bad burn? A... this is atleast a second degree burn! And don't you ever think that you'd be butting in by telling me that you're hurt."

A wave of cold comes across me again and i shiver. C turns to B again.

"I'll get a blanket from upstairs."

B nods and they leave. Gently B moves their orher hand to my back and rubs circles on it. I lean into the comforting touch as much as possible.

"Should i call an ambulance?"

I shake my head.

"Seemes a bit overkill..."

"Maybe... but we're going to see someone about that arm. As soon as possible!"

I nod. No need to argue with B about that. They can be rather stuborn.

C comes back shortly and throws the thick comforter over by back. Not long after this C is in the car driving us to the nearest hospital, whilst B sits in the back with me and holds me tightly. I let my head rest on their shoulder and lean into their warmth. And despite the pain still not getting any better, i feel just a little bit more calm and safe now.

[cantillat-moved]

@more-than-a-princess A few cursed ships: El-Melloi/healthy adulting life skills, Shirou/boring salaryman-type job, Archer/unable to insult someone for an entire 24 hours, Hajime/orange juice, Rantaro/his expired passport.

We don't pick on Kyoko or Komaru over here. We ladies must support each other.

Do you know why Waver started smoking ? It was a literal "fake it until you make it" and look more mature than he really was at the time and look more "Lord-like". And Rae, my dear friend close to my heart, my companion in our old mun club: we both know that healthy adulting life skills is a bunch of rubish (and with students like Flat it might be nigh impossible).

We also know that Shirou can be a great housewife so maybe he can be domesticated under the right circumstances. It is yet to be seen. Now... Archer unable to insult someone ? I can see him going "Just spare me from having to be around people who deserve it." but at the same time it is both his love language and his hate language. Tough luck.

Hajime and orange juice ? He rather drink respect women juice. And have you ever seen ridiculously rich people having to care about silly little details like having the proper documentation ? I think not.

The only cursed ships allowed for the ladies are the ones in horror movies, right ?

[rosemaidenvixen]

In the Fullness of Time

Chapter 4: Years Past

Ao3

Content warning: Classist language, Violation of bodily autonomy without knowledge or consent

Merlin swore as the carriage went over yet another bump.

“A thousand pardons Lord Merlin sir!” Galahad called from outside “Road’s a bit rough out this ways,”

Rough, that was a gentle way to put it. Was this an actual road or were they driving over a legion of troll remains? This was no way for a Master Wizard to travel, but where he was going his preferred forms of magical transportation would not be...well received “How much longer Galahad?”

Without warning the carriage jerked to a stop, Merlin letting out a whole string of curses as he was nearly thrown from his seat.

“We’ve arrived! Mind your boots, ground’s a touch muddy,”

“...Thank you for the warning,” Merlin grumbled, getting to his feet and opening the carriage door.

If anything Galahad had understated the conditions. The road, if one applied the term quite loosely, was nothing more than a coarse dirt track that went from the larger, more maintained road to their destination. Thoroughly churned by countless wagons and boots until it was a quagmire of mud and rubish, reaching ankle deep in places.

Merlin let out a sigh, resigned himself to the inevitable filth, and stepped down, grimacing as his boots sank into the muck. The small company of knights around him dismounted with a clatter of metal and leather. Galahad himself hopped off the front of the carriage and jogged up to face Merlin “What are your orders sir?”

“That won’t be necessary,” Merlin said while gracefully stepping around the knight “You and your men may stand down, I shall deal with this myself,”

Moving with surprising speed, Galahad ran forward and once again blocked his path “With all due respect, I cannot do that, the king’s orders are that all unregistered magic users be investigated by a company of trained knights, no exceptions,”

Merlin barely suppressed a grumble, it was rather impressive how Arthur managed to be both brilliant and a fool “Very well then, set up a perimeter around this…” he glanced warily at the buildings ahead of them “village...don’t want any surprises coming in or getting out,”

“Right on then,” Galahad turned towards the knights “You heard the man, spread out and surround the village! No surprises in or out,”

The knights all rushed to obey, Galahad joining them, as Merlin walked up the road straight into the thicket of buildings. He could have easily handled this by himself, no need for busybodies gumming up the works. But Arthur insisted on the knights’ presence to...what was it? Reassure the masses…

Merlin spared a glance at the people of the hamlet as he passed through. 

Men and women in clothes just as patchy and ragged as the buildings around them lined either side of his path. As soon as they noticed his presence they parted like all of the sea, ducking inside buildings and hurrying down alley ways. Some peeked at him out of cracked windows and doors while speaking to each other in hushed whispers. A precious few stood their ground, glaring openly at Merlin as he passed by, nearly drawing a laugh out of the Wizard. 

Ignorant rabble the lot of them. 

Fools who spent their lives with noses buried so deep in the dirt they couldn’t be bothered to look up at the stars.

There had been a time in his youth that he longed to teach people like these. To use his powers to help those that lacked the tools to help themselves. To bring enlightenment to those that clung stubbornly to the dark.

Had he ever really been that young?

Merlin shook his head to dispel the daydreams. 

More likely than not this so-called sorcerer was someone that happened to swear right as a pitcher of milk was falling to the floor. Soon enough Merlin could clear this all up and be on his way. As it was all he wanted was to get back to Camelot and have his boots cleaned to a polish. 

A space opened up in front of him as he reached the heart of the village, Merlin paused and glanced around. Most decent sized settlements surrounding Camelot had a central building of sorts, usually used for storage and official gatherings. Even smaller communities had squares that served much of the same purpose.

This town, if it was large enough to truly be considered that, had neither of those things. The only sort of central feature present was a modest stone well, which a large crowd was gathered around.

“--which is why we need to burn him!” a woman’s voice screeched “We cannot tolerate this evil blight in our midst!”

“And anger the demons who made him? Are you mad!? No, we have to sink him in the bog, give him back to his own,” 

“I’m not touching him! You know what Fae do to those who mess with them and theirs, best to wait for the king’s men to come, let them deal with--”

“We’re wasting time! Just give me a barrel and a cartful of peat and I’ll do the job myself!”

Merlin cleared his throat softly, just loud enough to make the gathered crowd turn in his direction. Upon sighting him nearly every one of them gasped and staggered back in alarm. Only three held their ground, two men and a woman, the one who so fiercely advocated for burning if he remembered right.

He allowed his face to mold into the placating smile he so often used when discussing magic with those who hadn’t the slightest idea how it worked “Good morrow to you folk, I am Merlin Ambrosius, here on behalf of the king. Now I understand you’ve been having trouble with a sorcerer?”

One of the men, the one in charge if his slightly cleaner coat and trousers were anything to go by, stepped forward and stammered out a response “Y-- yes, we have him locked up for now, but there’s no telling what kind of curses he’s brewing,”

Even with all of Merlin’s considerable patience, he was barely able to keep from rolling his eyes. These simpletons wouldn’t know a curse if he conjured one up right in front of them.

Well time to go clear this up and let the village goat herd or whoever it was out of wherever they’d penned him up “I promise you have nothing to fear, a squadron of the king’s best knights are here with me and they will allow no harm to befall you. Now take me to this sorcerer of yours and I will deal with him myself,”

The crowd visibly relaxed at his words; or more precisely, upon learning of the knights’ presence, the village headman slowly nodding at him “Follow me then,”

Merlin allowed himself to be lead to the far side of the village, with the rest of the group trailing behind. No doubt curious about his powers as much as they feared and despised them. The headman stopped at the edge of the buildings, pointing into the trees beyond “He’s in there,”

A cave barred with a wooden door was built into a hill a short distance away from the village proper. A space no doubt ordinarily used for storage now converted to a makeshift prison cell.

The headman twisted his cap in his hands “So...how long will it take you to--”

“That will be enough,” Merlin waved him off “I’ll take care of everything from here on out,”

The headman swallowed hard but still stepped aside to let Merlin pass, striding towards the cave. None of the villagers followed him, of course not that he expected any of them to.

Reaching the cave door, he opened it a crack and poked his head in. It was too dark to see the contents of the cave, the light of the open door doing little to penetrate the gloom.

“Hello?” Merlin called into the dark cave “Anyone in here?”

No reply from within the cave was forthcoming. Merlin remained standing in the doorframe in silence for a few moments. 

His patience was rewarded when a soft sniffle broke through the silence.

Merlin blinked in surprise. Well that was...unexpected.

He opened the door all the way, banishing some, but not all of the shadows. Allowing for his eyes to adjust just enough to see a small figure huddled in the far corner of the cave.

A child, dark haired, a boy by the looks of it, sat curled up on the floor of the cave. And by the look of how dirty and disheveled he was, he had been in here for some time. Clear tracks ran down his cheeks from where tears had cut through the dust. The child wasn’t crying at the moment, though whether that was due to exhaustion or dehydration remained to be seen.

Merlin strode over, slowly as not to startle him, and got down on one knee a few feet in front of the boy “Hello there,”

The child said nothing but followed him with his eyes, clearly trying to gauge how much of a threat the Wizard was.

Merlin gave his best, non-threatening, smile “Let’s lighten things up a bit, shall we?” he held out his palm, and with the barest breath of effort a green witchlight flared to life there before floating up to the cave ceiling, filling the small space with emerald light. 

A parlor trick by his standards, but it served as a good example to those not versed in the subtleties of Wizardry.

The child lifted his head to stare at the witchlight as it ascended to the roof of the cave, mouth open and eyes large with wonder.

“Now tell me young one…”

Aware he was being addressed, the child tore his gaze away from the ceiling to stare back at the Wizard, wariness coming off of him in palatable waves.

“Can you do anything like that?”

Merlin expected the child to shake his head, or at the most mumble a soft no. So it came as no small shock when the child raised his own tiny palm and stared at it with furrowed intensity.

His astonishment was even greater when cerulean sparks flared to life in the boy’s hand.

They flickered for a few seconds before going out, the boy letting out a small puff of exhaustion as they did.

This was no charlatan or victim of coincidence, this boy had actual power. And for someone of his age to even attempt to mimic a spell after only seeing it performed in front of him once…

This boy had potential.

And Merlin would be damned if he let such potential waste away in a dank cave.

Merlin got down on both knees “What is your name young one?”

“Hi-- Hisirdoux,”

“Well then Hisirdoux, what do you say we go outside and discuss things further?”

“I...I can’t…”

“Of course you can, others may not like what you can do but if I say you can leave no one will stop you,”

“But…” Hisirdoux raised one of his arms ever so slightly, a soft clink of metal accompanying the action.

A sound no louder than a cricket’s chirp, deafening to Merlin’s ears.

“Boy, show me your hands,”

Hisirdoux complied, stretching both arms out in front of him, allowing Merlin to see crude iron shackles wrapped around his wrists, sloppily fastened to heavy chains bolted into the cave wall.

Merlin had been millenia old even before Camelot was founded. He’d watched empires rise and crumble. And he’d seen every manner of cruelty that humans could inflict on each other. By now there was no atrocity that was capable of shocking him.

This however, gave him pause.

“Hold still Hisirdoux, let me get those off you,”

Merlin moved closer, raising a hand over Hisirdoux’s wrists, gently probing into the shackles with his magic. 

Elemental iron was the antithesis to magic and could impede it in any form, from raw ore to rusty nails, but it’s true power of binding lay in its shaping. Molding the earth and bending it your will, ingenuity triumphing over the unknown. And a clever and experienced Wizard such as himself could see through the patterns of iron’s construction and unravel it.

It was not difficult, these shackles were especially crude. Hastily hammered together from materials never intended to bind. Probably why Hisirdoux was still able to manifest some power. So it only took a minute, then a flick of his fingers and the shackles fell to the ground.

However the damage had been done.

Hisirdoux whimpered, gently poking at one of the angry red burn marks with a wince. 

Merlin laid both hands over the boy’s wrists.

“Sana et integro,”

Bands of green light bloomed to life and wrapped around the burn marks, slowly fading as they sank into the skin, taking some of the bright redness with it. It wouldn’t heal Hisirdoux completely, but it should end his pain for now.

However he would carry the scars with him for the rest of his life.

Had his neighbors known how badly the iron would injure him, a young child fresh into his magic, or had they merely been concerned with sealing his power away at any cost?

The real question was if any of them bloody cared.

“Better?”

Hisirdoux nodded with a sniffle.

“Good,” Merlin reached over and gently cupped his chin, the boy flinching at the contact, tilting his head up to look him in the eye “Hisirdoux, what I can do and what you can do is called magic, the ability to channel the arcane energies of the universe to bend them to your will,”

Hisirdoux said nothing, merely stared up at him with wide, but not frightened, eyes.

“You are capable of so much more than you know, and if you become my apprentice, I can teach you how to wield your powers to their fullest potential,”

“B...but I don’t want to be an apprentice, I want to stay here with mother and father,”

Merlin held back a sigh of disappointment. Hisirdoux might not have realized it yet, but he had no home here, not anymore. No matter, that truth would make itself known soon enough, the only thing to do was get it over with as quickly as possible. no reason for Merlin to prolong the inevitable.

“Very well then,” Merlin stood and extended his hand “I will take you to them,”

Even though he was far from being moved by such things, sentimentality being something he’d abandoned centuries ago, seeing the flash of hope on Hisirdoux’s face and knowing how unfounded it was hardly felt pleasant.

Hisirdoux reached up, tiny fingers grasping his own, and pulled himself to his feet. Following along as Merlin stepped out of the cave, wincing as they stepped into the bright sunlight.

How many days has his parents sat back and allowed him to be locked away in the dark?

Merlin wasn’t overly fond of the sensation of the tiny, grubby fingers grasping his own, but it was the best way to keep Hisirdoux from running off. If their talk of burning earlier hadn’t convinced him, seeing Hisirdoux’s condition in the cave cinched it. 

The boy was not safe here.

And sure enough, as they approached the village, Hisirdoux brightened, and started to pull away “Mother! Father!”

Merlin kept his grip on Hisirdoux’s hand firm, not letting go as they stepped up to the gathered villagers, despite the boy’s attempts to pull away. Steeling his expression when he saw the mother and father Hisirdoux was looking at.

Hopefully Hisirdoux never had to learn that his mother wanted to burn him alive.

The tell-tale clatter of plate armor came up from beside him, and Merlin turned to see Galahad rapidly approaching. 

“How goes it finding the unregistered sorcerer, any luck?”

Merlin paused and greeted the knight with a nod, ignoring Hisirdoux’s attempts to break free and run to his parents “As a matter of fact I have, he right here,”

“Where? All I see is some waifish…..” Galahad trailed off, eyes going wide from behind his bushy brows.

Good to see Merlin wasn’t the only one appalled at how these villagers had treated their ‘sorcerer’. 

And speaking of a crowd was starting to form around them, drawn by Merlin’s appearance and Hisirdoux’s shouts. 

Merlin straightened to his full height and squared his shoulders.

Time to reset the wound as quickly as possible.

“False alarm everyone,” he gestured towards the squirming Hisirdoux with one hand while looking around at the gathered villagers “This boy does have magic, but he is of no threat to you, you can all go back to your ordinary lives,”

Hisirdoux strained as he continued to try and escape Merlin’s grip and run to his parents “Mother! Mother! I can come home now!”

The mother in question stepped up close and glowered down at him, expression hard enough that it caused Hisirdoux’s brightness to dim “That’s not my boy, not any longer, that child is tainted by darkness, he has no place in my house or in this village,”

No one else around them spoke up, either in agreement or objection, although based on the looks on their faces they hardly disagreed.

Hisirdoux froze, expression beginning to crumple “But moth--”

“Don’t you dare!” the woman shrieked, the sheer venom dripping from her voice enough to cause Hisirdoux, some of the villagers around her, and even Galahad to recoil “Don’t you dare address me as your mother! You’re a curse, a demon, you dare to call yourself our child, deceiving us and hiding your true nature so you can bring ruin to us all--”

“Beloved enough,” the man next to her put an arm around her waist and gently pulled her back “I know this is a trying time for you, but you must not lose yourself in such wrathful displays,”

He put both hands on her shoulders and looked her in the eye “Our child may be tainted by Fae magics, but all is not lost, soon the evil will be gone. And there will be more children between us,”

She sighed, slumping in his grip “You are right, soon our village will be godly once more, and we will have more children to replace the one we lost,”

Hisirdoux had gone completely still, staring up at his parents with an utterly horrified, heartbroken expression. 

His father turned back towards Merlin “My wife speaks true, that’s no son of mine, either you take care of him or we’ll do it ourselves,”

An unfortunate but not unexpected response “Very well then,” he gave a gentle tug on the fingers still clasped in his “Hisirdoux?”

The boy looked up at him, eyes brimming. 

“My offer still stands, do you wish to become my apprentice?”

He gave a terse nod, tiny faced pinched in the effort to hold back tears.

“Then let us go and--”

“Hang on,” Hisirdoux’s father cut in “You can’t just carry my son off,”

Merlin raised an eyebrow “I thought you said he was no son of yours?”

The man flushed but held his ground “I sired him, raised him, and fed him. Can’t just let anyone go carrying him off with nothing to show for it,”

The sheer audacity of this man stopped Merlin in his tracks “How are you to demand such a thing when you’ve made it quite clear you’re not interested in taking him back?”

A triumphant glint entered the man’s eyes “You seem fairly interested in him, wouldn’t want to leave him and have something happen now would you?”

Merlin’s expression darkened, disgust he’d thought himself long past feeling slowly trickling into his chest. He’d seen poor reactions to people discovering their child was touched by magic many times before, this was far from the first time Merlin had witnessed parents proclaim their child dead while they stood living before their eyes. But never in all his centuries had he witnessed any cling so greedily to the corpse “You presume much if you think you can command me to--”

“It’s not as though you can just carry him off,” the the man said, unnervingly calm “The king wouldn’t be happy to hear of his Master Wizard carrying off children from their parents. So you can either pay my price or I’ll find someone who will,” 

Around him the other villagers, his wife included, were murmuring in agreement. Mentions of prices or even other options should Merlin prove unwilling to pay floating up in hushed bits of conversation.

Hisirdoux glanced back and forth between the two men. As young as he was he couldn’t possibly understand the intricacies of the situation surrounding him. But he clearly understood something, some base instinct informing him of the peril he was in, that he stood at the crossroads of danger and safety. His tiny fingers gripping Merlin’s hand with all the feeble strength he could muster. 

The disgust filling him deepened into a rage the likes of which he hadn’t felt in decades. Merlin had to make an effort not to shatter Hisirdoux’s fingers in his grip. From off to the side he could see Galahad watching the entire exchange with his jaw hanging open.

These people, who owned little more than the clothes on their backs, had been blessed with a child with immense magical potential, who possessed the power to potentially build their hamlet up to a kingdom in its own right, and this was how they treated him? They didn’t even afford him the dignity that they would a rat or a wolf, to them Hisirdoux was merely property. Blighted property that they had no desire to keep, but every right to sell to the highest bidder.

These fools had done what in a single afternoon what beings far greater than them had spent years trying and failing to accomplish.

They had made Merlin angry.

He let out a sigh and hung his head “Very well, name your price,”

The man grinned victoriously “Eighty pounds and not a pence less,”

“Fine,” Merlin said coldly.

The man blinked, clearly expecting some haggling involved.

“Galahad,” 

The knight jerked towards him, startled out of his stupefied state.

“Write up a contract stating that these two,” he inclined his head towards the couple in front of him “Are to receive eighty pounds in exchange for signing over their son to be a ward of the crown,”

Galahad nodded slowly, pulling open his bag of parchment and official seals “I’ll get right on that,” he glanced down at Hisirdoux, tears now openly rolling down his small face “How about you two go ahead and wait in the carriage, I won’t be but a minute,”

Merlin nodded, turning and tugging Hisirdoux after him as he headed away from the village and back towards the awaiting carriage.

He waited until Galahad and the crowd of villagers were far out of earshot before starting the chant. Hisirdoux could no doubt hear him, but he would neither remember the words or understand their significance.

Merlin preferred not to use blood magic, both due to the impracticality and the immense risk, but today he would make an exception.

Hisirdoux’s parents, with a complete lack of understanding of magic and how it functions, had declared their child tainted and cut him out of their hearts and community. Deciding to either sell him to offset their so-called loss or kill him and be done with it.

Well if that was the way they treated their firstborn child, Merlin would ensure that there would be no more children after Hisirdoux, for either of them.

From now until their dying days Hisirdoux’s parents would never again bear children, neither with each other nor any other partner.

The words felt cold and slimy falling from his lips, the magic they invoked soft and subtle. Slowly creeping into the bodies of Hisirdoux’s mother and father, altering them just enough to accomplish his goal.

Of course the blood magic curse would only affect those two, the rest of the village, the ones who had been complicit at best and gleeful participants at worst, would not share its effects.

But they would see Hisirdoux’s parents, see what the curse did to them without ever knowing the cause for certain. And they would wonder, and they would be afraid. 

He completed his curse just as the carriage and the rest of the knights came into view, falling silent as he stepped up to them, from far behind he could feel the last traces of magic settle into place and the curse take hold.

Merlin helped Hisirdoux climb the steps into the carriage, from behind him he heard Galahad come up and call to the rest of the knights.

“Alright we’re burning daylight, let’s get a move on!”

A quick glance to the west revealed just how right Galahad was, the sun was now far lower in the sky and they needed to hurry if they wanted to make it to safety before the darkness came and brought trolls with it. Moving swiftly, he stepped into the carriage and shut the door behind him, lifting Hisirdoux up onto the seat and sitting himself beside him just as the carriage pulled to a start.

Hisirdoux remained silent the whole while, had been ever since he’d heard what his parents truly thought of him, eyes locked on the small window, watching the village that had been his home slowly fade into the distance. 

“Hisirdoux,” Merlin spoke softly “I know you must be dealing with quite a lot right now, but you need to understand that there is nothing inherently wrong with your abilities. They are a tool like a sword or a hammer that can be used for good or for ill. They are not evil or corrupt they simply are,” 

The boy refused to look directly at him, eyes bright and lip trembling.

“How your village reacted to your abilities isn’t a reflection of your faults, but of theirs,”

Hisirdoux didn’t react aside from a sniffle, small shoulders starting to shake.

Years from now Hisirdoux would look back on this day as nothing more than a faded scar, a memory of a wound long since healed. But the future was far away, and today the wound was still fresh and raw. Merlin had said and done all he could for now; some wounds could only be healed with time. 

Settling back in his seat, Merlin turned to glance out his own window, prepared to spend the rest of the trip in silence.

Without warning something abruptly pressed into his side.

Startled, Merlin glanced sharply down, only to see Hisirdoux clinging to his torso, openly sobbing against him.

The sight was so baffling that Merlin didn’t know how to react. 

What on earth did this boy think he was doing? Merlin was a Master Wizard, not some nursemaid Hisirdoux could cling to whenever he wished. Merlin’s duty as his master was to instruct him in the ways of magic and that was it, he’d hire a nanny for everything else. If Hisirdoux was going to be his apprentice the boy needed to bloody well learn the difference between the two straight away.

He raised a hand to push Hisirdoux away, but paused just before it could touch him. Keeping it poised in the air for a few seconds, Hisirdoux’s weak sobs echoing in the small carriage, before dropping it with a sigh. Lowing his hand to softly pat Hisirdoux’s back instead.

Perhaps some indulgence was in order, the boy had just been cast out of his home and family. Granted it didn’t look like either of those had been worth very much, but still they were all that he had ever known.

This couldn’t be a regular occurrence, as soon as they got to Camelot Merlin would arrange for a proper nanny to handle caring for Hisirdoux. As master and apprentice, Merlin was responsible for Hisirdoux’s education and nothing else. But just for today, he would make an exception.

As their journey went on, the carriage rocking along as it carried them down the rugged road, Hisirdoux’s sobs gradually softened into sniffles, Merlin rubbing his back all the while, eventually he quieted altogether, though still remaining curled up against Merlin’s side.

“Hisirdoux?” Merlin said quietly.

No response.

He glanced down, glimpsing shut eyes and a slack face, a soft snore escaping him.

For a moment Merlin just stared incredulously. 

The child had fallen asleep on him, of all the impertinent-- good lord what if he started drooling on him?

Merlin briefly considered trying to move him, before settling back in resignation. If he tried to move the boy chances are he would wake up, and after being locked away for days with hardly any food or water and his wrists wrapped in iron...Hisirdoux needed a good rest.

And while Merlin wasn’t smitten with the idea of being drooled on, at least while he was sleeping Hisirdoux would be quiet and out of the way.

Tilting forward as much as he could without disturbing the sleeping child, Merlin peeked out his window, and again out the opposite one. Seeing no knights riding near enough to see inside, he swiftly snapped his fingers. A blanket on the opposite seat becoming sheathed in green light, leaping over and tucking itself securely around Hisirdoux’s sleeping form, the light around it vanishing just as quickly as it appeared

Satisfied that the deed had gone unwitnessed, Merlin leaned back and gave Hisirdoux one more soft pat on the back as the carriage continued on down the road.

[flamboyantdesire]

@sarcasmpersonified181​ sent SMUT MEME: WEDDING EDITION. 19A-Bruce and Lois

The thing about Vegas is that no one ever knew what was going to happen once there. Lois had not been expecting the night to end at one of those cheap wedding chapels where a poor Elvis wannabe, by the power that had been bestowed on him by the state of Nevada declared you husband and wife. Much less had she anticipated than rather than being sitting at the wooden benches cheering for the happy couple, she would be by the altar, holding a bouquet made out of plastic flowers, wearing a tiny veil for wedding attire, and kissing her brand new husband.

She was willing to admit that there might have been a tiny bit of alcohol running through her veins when upon seeing the neon white chapel, she had turned to Bruce and excitedly suggested they get in. But the alcohol had long ago burned down and now with a clear mind, the idea still sounded as appealing as it had when she was drunk. For once in her life, Lois just didn't want to overthink things. Maybe it had all been a huge mistake and in the morning they would both be rushing to ask a judge to annul the union. Maybe they would both panic once the weight of what they had done truly set in. Maybe they would toss the rings into the rubish and never again talk about what had transpired in Vegas.

But for now, they were just married and she planned on enjoying her wedding night. Perched on top of Bruce, her hips grinding in quick circles as she sensually rode him, Lois placed a hand on his bare chest and moved her body forward to gently kiss him. "Does my pussy feel better now that it belongs to you, Mister Wayne?"

[ddagent]

How do you deal with negative comments when (if) you get ones? Someone wrote me something unpleasant a while ago and though logically I know it's rubish and this person probably was just bored and miserable I am still upset :(

Okay, first off:

Getting negative comments sucks. There’s no two ways about it: you’ve put the work in, you were happy enough with the story to press post, and now you feel like shit. It sucks. I’ve been writing for well over fifteen years and I’ve received all manner of negative comments. 

For me, they fall into two camps, which means there are two ways to deal with it. 

The ‘Helpful’ Critique

This is a comment that will help you grow as a writer. It might be upsetting, because you haven’t asked for this, but it can help. One of my very first stories, I was called out (rather brusquely) about my lack of research. I was writing a character in the Czech Republic and the details in my prose were ridiculous. Another story, a few years later, commented on how my plot had gone out the window in favour of increasingly ooc smut encounters – because that was what was getting the comments. 

Trust your instincts. Be honest with yourself and see whether there is anything you can use to improve your next story. 

The Flamer

An old term, I know, but these are comments that are completely unhelpful, just plain negative, and are often rude to the author. These can be attacks on your pairing, your writing style, the direction your story is taking because they wanted something else. I, thankfully, haven’t received many of these of late, but a couple of comments on two JB fics of mine completely soured me from ever continuing. 

If they’re not helpful, you just need to ignore them. They could be bored and miserable and jump into another ship’s fics to leave rude comments. They could be entitled and annoyed they didn’t read the tags correctly so they lash out. Either way, it’s not about you. 

Best thing to do in both cases is to just keep writing. I cannot stress this enough. If you enjoy it, if you want to get better at it, keep writing. Take what you can from these comments; ignore those that aren’t relevant. You get better at clicking the delete button and moving on. And there is always another story.

[kxllerchainsxw]

The Cathedral

@orderisoutofstyle It had been three months at the very least since the chainsaw had last seen the Witch Boy. Shortly after his returning back to the castle, Baba Yaga Castle had been captured and Arachne killed by team Spartoi. It was only shortly after that the demon weapon joined Noah with full intentions on getting revenge. On this day in particular, Idol of Greed sat in his thrown like chair, studying the strange symbols on a page he had found. He had yet to decide if it was of any worth of his attention or if it were only rubish. Something had to be of true worth for the Idol to even consider finding something worthy of his attention, or better, his collection. The contents of the image seemed to be a summoning circle of sorts. But to summon what, he questioned. Knowing that the image must be drawn in blood, Noah refused to do it in his own, and despite Gopher's volunteering, his blood was more ink in content rather than blood. So instead Justin was tasked with such a job. While the Priest finished copying the image in his own blood on the cold stone floor of the Cathedral, Noah watched rather impatiently, though one would not know of his impatience by his appearance. Gopher stood at the base of the stairs , arms crossed. His frustration on not being able go do the task for Noah was evident. "Are you not done yet? " the raven haired male questioned. Headphones in his ears as always, and eyes down on his work, the death scythe could not hear the young demon tool soldier's question to answer. Instead he finished took a step back. "And there we are. A perfect copy."

[ameliaattar]

Climate 

Intial thoughts

Brief We want you to take a stance on how to address climate change. It could be on the global scale or in a local, nuanced manner that targets a specific audience.

- changing weather patterns to the extremes of tsunami, flood, storm and loss of life.

-The design is a visual interpretation of an idea: without the idea it is cosmetic.

intitial thoughts and research

The enviroment is on everyones minds in recent years, and for a long time. were killing the planet in a lot of ways. from fashion production to oil extraction to the simple plastic straw. sometimes we have our sights set on the smaller scale of things like the plastic cup or straw, everyones so concious about this but the debre of this in the sea is so small compared to fishing nets or larger pieces of plastic. to make a big change, plastics and non renewable energies need to stop being manufactured which is down to big companies. its all well and good us banning straws but other plastics are still ebing made, we really arent making a huge difference.

campagns like extinition rebellion and green peace look at the larger scale changes we can make. protesting against large comapnies rather than just one person.

A cmapaign which highlights the amount of rubish we are putting in the ocean. we are being told that were killin gthe planet but we never hear or see facts. maybe a childrens book displaying all the animals that will be extinct by the time we or our children have children.

[goldcoastchutecleaning-blog]

garbage shute

Refuse chute in building for odor free and germ free maintenance and cleaning

Safeguarding chute cleaning with the rubbish chute lock is straightforward. All you need to do is ensure on your own that it stays to operate appropriately and additionally utilize some Vaseline on the joints. In this fashion, you will safeguard versus any corrosion and also general deterioration, and also you will most certainly prolong the life of your lock. Thinking of that a rubbish chute can be used different times a day, and it is typical for it to ask for some maintenance in some cases. Choose refuse chutes cleaning in high rise building for quality artistry. 

Think of just what is thrown down a refuse chute and also the therapy of particularly what strikes the waste. Residents will typically toss nappies, rotten fish, eggs, old food, etc. You call it, and additionally, locals have thrown it down the chute! Trash collects momentum when it is thrown down a chute bring about the garbage can generally damaging on influence when it either compacts with the side of the chute or strikes all-time low of the chute. Obtain specialist most exceptional pointers on refuse chute in buildings expert.

Almost every structure nowadays has a chute in addition to the house owner is the one that requires to be doing all the maintenance. However, when the chute remains to be in your home, you are the one accountable, and also you must recognize that the far much better you look after your rubbish chute handles, a great deal much more you will have the ability to use it. Hire high-rise garbage chutes cleaning professional for excellent work.

Cleaning up rubbish chutes, it is a dirty work yet an individual requires to do it! The rubbish chute, which includes the top chute, receptacle doors and also the garbage location listed here the chute, is typically among one of the most failed to remember components of the framework yet it is the dirtiest. An ignored rubbish chute can establish lots of problems for individuals, developing the group in addition to structure managers.

Some people yawp connecting to not having the capability to position different components for their rubbish chute door and likewise, as a result, is required to obtain an entirely new one. Nonetheless, those that take outstanding treatment of the management and also locks, tidy in addition to oil them effectively, can use them for some years right without issues.

No matter simply precisely how superior your garbage chute take care of could be, if you do not care for it correctly, it will undoubtedly damage at some point, and also you will unquestionably need to obtain a brand-new one. People do not acknowledge that they need the help of rubish chute maintenance professional to keep their parachute manage and also locks.

This causes unclean to establish staying with the sides of the waste chute and likewise the compactor listed here. This develops harbors damaging microbes unsafe to personal health and health. Scientists would greater than most likely have a bumpy ride of working out the mix of germs! Some rubbish chutes select years without being cleaned up, the image simply what dangerous in addition to hazardous, unpleasant bacteria are waiting to flee each time a chute door opens up.

So specifically just correctly how can a refuse chute be cleaned you ask? Some professionals will indeed most absolutely cleanse your rubbish chute frequently utilizing one-of-a-kind feature developed gizmos to clean up the within the chute. Guarantee you make the most of a firm that will tidy up the whole super chutes, furthermore in between flooring not only on each level.

Furthermore, they require to clean up the receptacle doors on each degree which likewise gather develop of dirty trash, and similarly, business needs to certainly thoroughly tidy up the bottom area as well as a compactor. Discover high-rise garbage shute maintenance remedies to cleanse the containers.

Health issues structure disorder is regularly regarding bad air top quality in a framework in addition to a filthy, foul-smelling rubbish chute can be the primary element. Consider it, every degree has an opening, making use of the receptacle doors, which allows air from the garage location along with chute right into that degree. Hire garbage chute cleaning systems services. 

If a refuse chute fragrances after that every level that has a receptacle door will undoubtedly also scent in addition to no quantity of antiperspirant or scenting perfumes will unquestionably somewhat the odor. The resource of the fragrance (i.e., the develop inside the chute) requires to be gotten rid of and similarly following that will certainly indeed definitely the smell go away completely.

Nobody thinks of their garbage chutes till they harm after that they finally understand that they call for to have paid a great deal, even more, concentrate on keeping them. The costs of modifying a whole waste chute door can be rather high, yet also, if you call for to transform the lock or the garbage chute handle, it could still amount to reasonably a significant expense, mainly if you collaborate with rubbish chute cleaning specialist help to do this task. This is why is it so essential to permit time to preserve the lock and furthermore care for your chute monthly. It will not make way too much time in addition to it will certainly conserve you from the trouble of requiring to take care of a hurt parachute exceptionally consistently.

Check Out The Website for getting more information related to refuse chute. 

[marykmcduffie]

The Safest, Strongest Way To Deadlift

The deadlift is where it all gets serious in the weight room. There are so many moving parts, and so many things to remember, that plenty of lifters would rather just skip it altogether. The number of people who claim that deadlifts "ruined their back" doesn't help anything, either.

So here I am, a bodybuilder—definitely not a powerlifter—speaking up in defense of the deadlift. Why? It's one of the best movements you can do, period. If you want to add muscle, it can help you. If you're looking to lose weight, it burns tons of calories. It will even help strengthen your lower back over time, as long as you do it right.

Why Learn the Deadlift From A Pro Bodybuilder?

Those of you who have studied the deadlift and made it an art form will likely be too advanced to benefit from most of my advice here. I'm thinking of my fellow Animal athletes like Dan Green and Pete Rubish, for example, who have already created complete deadlift guides and crushed heavy sets...

Source: The Safest, Strongest Way To Deadlift

[speedtales]

Spider-man go home(coming)

Sorry, I just watched the movie today (It wasn’t released here until a week or two ago so don’t shoot me for being late) and I need to vent about it

Before I start and you see all my numerous complains, allow me to tell you that overall I think the movie is fine, it’s definitely better than both Amasing Spider-man films and I don’t think anyone would necesarily have bad taste for liking it.

Also, spoiler warning

THERE ARE NO CONSEQUENCES!

It doesn’t matter what Peter may go through in the film, he’ll face no wrong for it, everything will be easily forgiven or magically repaired.

Even the moments that feel like are going to explode on his face end up working in his favor!

Leaves his schoolmates on their own for an important competition, doesn’t matter, they’ll forget it over a bomb he INADVERTEDLY LEFT in his friend’s bag (And they win without him anyway.)

Iron Man gets mad at him for disobeying his orders and takes away his suit? Doesn’t matter, he’ll get it back after he DOES THE THING HE WAS TOLD NOT TO AGAIN!

Aunt May is mad because he won’t return phone calls? He just cries a little and she forgets entirely about it.

Leaves her now girlfriend alone at the homecoming party after just 5 seconds? Doesn’t matter because since her father was a SUPERVILLAIN that Peter HELPED ARREST she’s now leaving the city so Pete won’t have to face any akward moments.

Said father is about to die in a fiery explosion that he was partly responsible of? Well he just... Doesn’t die... And I guess because Peter then carried his body a little he was saved by him somehow (Even though moving a body after an impact like that is hazardous and can cause irreparable spine injuries, no , seriously, put all the rubish on him away and put out the fires, yes, but don’t move him!!... Come to think of it he never did put away any fire, what TH)

The very same father found out his secret identity? He barely does anything with it (I mean, I guess he did call that one lackey to go after him in case Pete didn’t listen to his warning... Who showed up surprisingly fast all things considered by the way) and he’s enjailed a few minutes after anyway and refuses to say it once inside jail because “Oh, he saved my life, guess I won’t say it” (Hey, he’s the reason your life was endangered in the first place, you dumbass!).

And so on.

And you know, in any other movie, this would still bug me, but it particularly bugs me with this one because, wansn’t the whole point of Spider-man how your actions have consequences? I know they downright avoid saying anything about Uncle Ben and such in this film but still!

Hey, come to think about it, that’s another thing, this kid is called Peter Parker, but he’s barely Peter Parker at all, he’s more like a generic nerd teen (Which is still better than the “Would be popular if he wasn’t a loner for some reason” from the Amazing series, but still). And I know what you’re wondering, Wasn’t Peter Parker a generic nerd teen too? Well... Yes and no.

You see, he was a generic nerd teen up until uncle Ben died! From then on he turned into a nerd teen that wanted to do the right thing (Well... It wasn’t that instant in the comics originaly, but it still was somewhat like that)

So why is his entire motivation in this movie to impress Stark? Why is uncle Ben only implied as a sad thing that happened but didn’t leave an impact on him? He does tend to do the right thing, yes, but he does it reluctanly rather than simply regreting he can’t do what he’d like.

BUT... You could simply make the case that’s just what they want for this interpretation of the character, which... Fine, it’s not the character I wanted to come see, but fine, if you guys are fine with it, more power to you.

Ok, lastly, the villain...

Why WAS HE the Vulture? Why did he put on the bird costume to do robbery? Don’t you have lackeys? Let them do the dangerous job, you dumbass!

I mean, if at least the movie implied that he enjoyed doing it, or that he simply likes doing stuff himself, but it never does, nor is there anything about this character to tell us that’d he is such a guy.

Also, at one point he accidentally murders someone... And is entirely fine about it? You see, most people don’t tend to take murder so lightly, so why did he!?

Worst part is that this point wouldn’t even be so bad if they just kept out the whole “Whoops, guess that killed him” joke!

Also, on the same note, he complained that the guy he murdered was calling himself the Shocker... But then the moment he died he gave the title to someone else... So do you hate the title or what!?

That’s not the only part that bothers me about him, now listen.

Guy in a green technical costume who flies, has gotten into crime after losing his job, and happens to be the father of a close person of the main hero, sounds familiar?

HE’S THE GREEN GOBLIN

He’s a less charismatic version of the Green Goblin!!

Why are we getting The Green Goblin again? Only with none of the charisma that made him so fun in the first place?

He even figures out who Spider-man is, he IS the Green Goblin!!

sigh... So... Yeah... I guess that’s all... Again, if you like the movie, that’s fine, the movie isn’t bad... It’s just...

It just feel like your generic Highschool character cartoon to me, and that’s just not what I wanted out of Spider-man.

PS: The after credits scene with Captain America can go fuck its ass!

[ulihaq-blog1]

Unhealed mitologi part II.

Mulai meyakinkan. ​Fuck the hell the universe. You lied. From now on no more honest between us. Fuck the trust to people. You think i’m afraid of being lost? No i’m not. No more scrare me than my god, my family, my dad, mom and brother. Them? Yes i’m afraid to lose them. But not to lose you. From now on yes, i think i’m lost with you in playing chess. Yes you beat me. But you didn’t cut me off. I’m still the best created from god. Today i lose but not tommorow. See the end nobody can beat the eternal created god. Yes. Me. Stay the course. You sad when you look at me? I don’t need your responsibility for what you’ve done. Is anything that i’ve never seen your habit fucker? Now i’m pray to god to give me the strength for my heart, for my soul to became more anger, more evil more than the demon it self. Give me the dark than i can use to kill you. God, Give me the power to create my own selfishness and hatred. I dont even want to know anymore what we have been through. Those memories i wont delete it, i’ll use those memories to created more more more and more hate. ​Dont say goodbye, when you say it i will laugh for loud. Please god give me something that i could fight. Her? Fuck that bitch! Her? Rubish. I feel so sad for her. The sad implementation for poorness that you feel. Deeper i hate you than, my demon become more strong. Do you want to feel it with how to become friends with demon? Just dont. You wont hold it. This feeling is not for the weak. You are just a product of mistake. And i’m the perfect. Nothing can break me. Thank to god. I’ll strong. Dont say anything, I’ve already won when i use this hate. Now i become more lunatic. I Dont trust for what she is saying. This is my confession. She is not more than just mad women and a oathbreaker. You wont find me there cause i’m already gone. You know whre i’m now? Now i’m smiling and wathcing your empire fall and your ashses fall. Your time is up look me in the eye you slut! You are just a filthy fucking cunt! Yes this letter just for you. Do you recognize me now? Who i’m? Yes, i’m the devil night. I have no more soul, how can you heart me? I’m here to create your own hypocrite an push you to the hell and you will enter to the city of sin. ​My inner demon push me to the best i can do to destroy you and make no more smile in your face. You just need to scream when this knife cut your filthy fucking tounge because when i cut it you all over. There is no escape from this hell for you. Just wait for your turn. Do not show me your innocent face, please cause i dont give a fucking care for you. Who says you are my only destiny? Haha. You just a memories of a broken heart. ​There is nothing left to say and i dont need to explain. I had rather you died in front of me. It makes me smile. And better to be alone. How deep do you wanna go? How deep do you want to know i’m alone? Just dont you are the people who doesnt except the loneliness. ​You become the diary past away make the moonlight lose the light. You know right i’m no hero and i’m not saint. But i can save the world with my hate to you i will save the other people who enter your net spider. I burn it till become to dust. No more left for you. One thing i’m the best of human kind! ​​

[bartroberts]

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AFTER SEEING A UFO & EXTRATERRESTRIALS, THIS PAINTER IS DELIVERING A MESSAGE FROM SPACE

After seeing a UFO or an extraterrestrial (ET), would you share your experience with others? Odds are that tons of people out there have had encounters with ETs, but were too scared to come forward. There is a huge stigma surrounding UFO and ET phenomena, which is largely due to mainstream media and Hollywood.

It’s no secret that the U.S. government has been discussing UFOs for quite some time; leaked FBI documents, emails from the Clinton campaign, the black budget secret space program, and even quotes from former U.S. presidents have confirmed that. Even the Vatican has addressed extraterrestrial intelligence, yet many people will simply brush off this subject as if it’s a joke.

Well, that’s not the case for Spanish artist Robert Llimós. After seeing a UFO and ETs face to face, he was inspired to share his experiences through his art. By painting what he saw, he hopes to desensitize people to ETs so that hopefully, if and when they finally return, people won’t be scared of their appearances.

Robert Llimós’ Experience Meeting ETs

While on vacation in Brazil, Robert went for a walk on his own. Bringing a pencil and some paper, he set out to adventure through the dunes. He found a place to sit and soon realized he was directly in front of a UFO.

Here are some of his illustrations depicting his experience:

Robert explains, “A window opened with two figures looking at me.”

“They had a regal bearing, with long necks, deformed skulls and black eyes. She was wearing a small tiara on her head.”

Robert believes that the extraterrestrials who visited him chose to contact him because of his painting and sculpting skills. He feels that they were aware of his artistic abilities and that they knew he could accurately portray their appearances. Despite their diverse physical characteristics, Robert felt as though they weren’t trying to harm him, but rather help him.

Robert explains, “They are like older brothers who want to help us, not harm us.”

“My role is to reduce the fear of them before they make their return. I make this work so you are not scared of seeing a figure with a long neck and scales. Perhaps in 20 years, people will have seen these figures and then they’ll say, ‘That crazy man was right!’ “

It hasn’t always been easy for Robert. “Some of the people around me understand and accept this, and some don’t. I know it’s hard to believe. I have to believe a lot of things that I don’t see. When I draw them, they become tangible. I’d like to see them again,” he says.

You can check out more of Robert’s artwork on his website here. If you’re interested in listening to Robert’s story, told by him, you can check out this VICE interview here, which is where I sourced his quotes within this article.

Many people seem to think that ET phenomena are a joke, which is primarily due to lack of disclosure and the stigma surrounding the topic. In reality, there are so many government documents and emails as well as countless reported human encounters with UFOs and ETs that it would be ignorant to deny the facts.

Why UFO and ET Phenomena Are Very Real

The following are only a few of the quotes from high-level government personnel discussing UFOs:

“There are objects in our atmosphere which are technically miles in advance of anything we can deploy, that we have no means of stopping them coming here … [and] that there is a serious possibility that we are being visited and have been visited for many years by people from outer space, from other civilizations. That it behooves us, in case some of these people in the future or now should turn hostile, to find out who they are, where they come from, and what they want. This should be the subject of rigorous scientific investigation and not the subject of ‘rubishing’ by tabloid newspapers.” (source)

– Lord Admiral Hill-Norton, Former Chief of Defence Staff, 5 Star Admiral of the Royal Navy, Chairman of the NATO Military Committee

“There is abundant evidence that we are being contacted, that civilizations have been visiting us for a very long time, that their appearance is bizarre from any kind of traditional materialistic western point of view, that these visitors use the technologies of consciousness, they use toroids, they use co-rotating magnetic disks for their propulsion systems, that seems to be a common denominator of the UFO phenomenon.” (source)

– Dr. Brian O’Leary, Former NASA astronaut and Princeton Physics Professor

“Yes there have been crashed craft, and bodies recovered. We are not alone in the universe, they have been coming here for a long time.” (source) (source)

– Dr. Edgar Mitchell, 6th man to walk on the moon.

“In my opinion I think they were worried that it would panic the public if they knew that someone had vehicles that had this kind of performance … so they started telling lies about it. And then I think they had to cover another lie, you know, tell another lie to cover their first lie, now they don’t know how to get out of it. Now it’s going to be so embarrassing to admit that all these administrations have told a lot of untruths…. [and that] there are a number of extraterrestrial vehicles out there cruising around.” (source)

– Gordon Cooper, Former NASA Astronaut, Aeronautical Engineer and test pilot. One of the seven original Astronauts in Project Mercury, the first manned space program of the United States.

There have even been numerous large-scale UFO sightings, like when 60 school children saw a UFO and ETs in Zimbabwe, or when 1 million people witnessed a large UFO hovering over Los Angeles.

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What We Can Learn From Robert Llimós

We can all learn a lot from Robert’s passion and determination to spread the truth. We live in a society that thrives off fear; it’s precisely why governments use false-flag terrorism and why the elite further perpetuates separatism amongst races, classes, etc. Fear is the one thing that can perceivably control us; in a way, it connects us all. However, our fear can also blind us from the truth and prevent us from accepting knowledge and especially the unknown.

That is why it’s crucial to challenge fear, which is precisely what Robert is doing. He recognized that the beings who visited him don’t need to be feared and feels passionate about sharing this with others through his artwork.

His paintings also speak to how using a creative outlet can help us understand some of life’s most notable events. Expressing ourselves can be incredibly therapeutic, as it allows us to expose our vulnerabilities and speak our truths, whether that be verbal or not. For Robert, his creative outlet is through art. For me, it’s typically through writing, whether that be through CE or just in my journal, and yoga.

Expressing ourselves freely not only helps us to accept that what happens in our lives has, in fact, happened, but it also allows us to truly feel our emotions, overcome them, and ultimately move on.

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