#vote to drop the hammer

[etruatcaelum]

[ @scareqrowbranwen | qrow // for summer ]

“I picked up dumplings,” Summer announces without preamble as she breezes in through the front door. Is it locked? Could be. She hadn’t bothered to check. Or… knock. “What kind? Don’t know, didn’t ask, they smelled good and I’m starving so–”

Best thing about downtown Vale is the food trucks swarming all over the place; and by ‘best thing’ what she really means is ‘sole redeeming feature of what is otherwise an overcrowded and overpriced urban hive.’ Summer rocks into the kitchenette and slams her hard-earned prize triumphantly down on the counter.

“—you in?” she calls out belatedly. He might not be. He more often isn’t, though with how busy Ozpin’s kept him these last couple weeks she’d wager on Qrow being here if he’s not out chasing shadows in the sticks. Snorting, she tears open the paper sack and starts scooping foil-wrapped dumplings onto the counter. “I’ve had a day. Been at the guildhouse in suspension hearing purgatory since ten. Ten! Had, like, a pastry for lunch. Better be quick if you want to eat any of this before I do.”

[ponderingmoonlight]

Choso realizing what love is when you almost sacrifice your life to save his

Pairing: Choso x reader

Word Count: 1,4k

Synopsis: It was always a mystery to Choso Kamo, the way human emotions seem to work. But when you yank yourself right into Uraume's attack in order to save him, he slowly but surely begins to understand.

Warnings: After most of you voted for fem! pronouns, I'm using she/her to adress Uraume in this fanfic (if this doesn't sit right with you, I kindly advice you to read something else), bad bitch energy between yn and Uraume, so much angst but fluff at the same time, Choso is just the cutest I can't, as usual language and injury lol, I'm sorry if this isn't well written but I desperately wanted to finally give a fanfic to you guys again

Thanks for the request anon 🤍

Your heart hammers against your ribcage, ears ringing so violently that you feel like throwing up any minute. But there is no time to rest. You can’t stop moving now, not when his life is in danger.

Choso Kamo.

It hit you like a wall. All the feelings you desperately tried to hold back, all the affection you hold for him, how much you long for his presence when he’s not around and his touch, no matter how minor. You were never brave enough to tell him how you feel. Would he even understand your words? Is he even able to hold affection for a person apart from his brothers? It always felt as if he’s looking out for you, as if he’s staring through your back when you walk in front of him.

But it doesn’t matter right now if Choso Kamo returns your feelings. All the rubble and ash around you, the corpses splattered all over the completely destroyed streets along with the stinging smell of burnt flesh that hangs in the air makes your guts turn.

He’s so strong. You know how damn powerful he is, that not a single one of those sorcerers except for Satoru Gojo himself is enough to defeat him, but that presence you felt earlier, that man Choso decided to work for…

It doesn’t sit right with you. Whatever fought here was definitely stronger than both of you, stronger than the sorcerer you are.

Your eyes dart around the area, searching for his white robe in the darkness of the night.

“Fuck”, you hiss through gritted teeth.

You are so fucking tired of it all. Tired of all the fighting, tired of working in this shady business, tired of hiding your feelings. As soon as you get out of here, you will quit being a bounty hunter and confess your feelings. Yes, you will tell Choso Kamo how you really feel, how his sight alone makes sparks fly and your heart drop to the ground. You will tell him that you can’t live without him anymore and that you want to start over. Maybe somewhere far away from here, somewhere far away from jujutsu and curses. Choso…

Choso.

The sight in front of you hits you like lighting. It’s him. You really found him.

But he’s fighting. Against Geto Suguru. And that white-haired woman…

You waste no time. With neck-breaking speed you dash forward, past the other sorcerers scattered around you, past what looks like Yuji Itadori. She stretches out her finger, ice darting through the air faster than his blood manipulation ever could. Just a millisecond more and she’ll reach his head, just milliseconds until she pierces through his brain with ease, just seconds until you lose the love of your life.

“Not today, bitch.”

Out of instinct, you yank in front of him. Immediately, blood starts to spill out of your shoulder. You don’t even have to look at yourself to be aware of the fact that the beam of ice pierced right through you, leaving a gaping hole and a stinging pain that almost swallows you whole.

All Choso is able to do is stare at your back, watching how your chest rises and falls rapidly.

“(y/n)”, he breathes out.

How did you get here? Didn’t he distract you enough to keep you out of danger, to handle Yuji Itadori and all of this alone? You shouldn’t even be here, at Shibuya.

“I won’t leave you there alone. Also, he’s paying me pretty decent. If I make it out alive-“

“You will make it out alive.”

His large frame lingered over you, his eyes fixed on your remarkable face. He didn’t understand what came over him, why he suddenly stood this close to you, his hands grabbing your shoulders roughly.

“I won’t let you die. Never.”

Your blood runs down your body in an instant, discolouring the floor in cruel crimson. His heart skips a beat. There’s a hole in your shoulder, just a few inches away from your chest. If you moved a little differently, if you didn’t make it in time…

His eyes widen. You could be dead by now. You would have died in order to save his very own life.

“Get out of the way, stupid human”, the white-haired creature hisses, her hands ready to strike again.

Everything hurts. Oh, how much you’d love to lay in bed right now with your mind lingering around him, how much you’d love to be able to admire is beautiful sight right now. But instead, your eyes stare at her blankly, the woman with a power you never felt before. Who is she? And why is she attacking him?

“You are the one who needs to leave this place. Get away from here before I’m losing it.”

His mind races, eyes darting from the street covered in your blood to your moonlit back. You just risked your life for him. You, the most remarkable creature he ever witnessed. You, the one and only who made him feel things he still fails to understand. You with those gorgeous eyes. You have to be the bravest creature walking on this earth with a body so strong that it outstood this merciless attack this well.

But why? Why are you saving someone like him even if it means you’ll get injured in the process? Why are you standing there with your face up high and your hands clenched into fists when you should leave immediately and take care of your wounds?

All of this…For him?

“What are you doing here, (y/n)? You shouldn’t even be here.”

Choso knows he shouldn’t bark at you the way he just did, he shouldn’t look at your back with his face scrunched up like that.

“I’m here to save you, can’t you see?”, you mumble in reply.

The white-haired sorcerer lifts her hand again. Out of instinct, Choso grabs your body and yanks you away, careful to not hurt you even more in the process.

“Why did you do that, idiot?”, he hisses through gritted teeth while sprinting away at neck-breaking speed.

You look awful with your face pale like snow and your lids hanging dangerously low in your tired-looking face. Why? Why did you do this to yourself? Why did you let yourself get hurt like that in order to save him from the ray of ice? Why did you even follow him in the first place? Thick anger makes his blood boil, makes him grab your body even firmer. But no, this feeling is something apart from anger, this feeling…

“Because I love you, Choso Kamo. I’d risk my life over and over to save yours.”

His glossy eyes dart towards you in disbelief, the whole world around him disappearing for a moment. Love, the strange word he always failed to understand, the feeling he never believed even existed. He never thought about it as anything apart from the affection he holds for his brothers. But looking down at your trembling figure in his arms…

All those lonely nights he thought about you, all the stolen glances when he thought you weren’t looking, the almost unbearable urge to feel your skin against his. Is this love? Is this what you feel as well.

“You love me?”, he repeats, feet stopping in their tracks.

“I love you”, you repeat weakly.

He doesn’t know what to say anymore. Instead, he presses your body against his like he always imagined, as if his very own life depends on it. You sure feel as good as you did in his dreams, your smell is intoxicating.

“I will never let you go again, (y/n). And I will make them pay for hurting you.”

“Yuji Itadori”, he shouts behind his shoulder, walking towards the boy with rapid but confident steps.

“Take good care of her, little brother. And you-“

His eyes dart towards the white-haired creature with so much hatred in them that you hold your breath.

“I will make you regret everything you did today.”

“I love you, (y/n). I will return soon.”

With one last glance that makes your heart skip a beat, he’s gone, leaving you completely messed up. Choso Kamo told you he loves you. Choso Kamo really returns your feelings. Choso Kamo…

“Hey, stay strong, okay? We’ll get you out of here”, the voice of the pink-haired boy lingering above you speaks out gently.

“How are you still alive?”, you mumble, memories of Choso’s unfiltered loathing towards him flooding your mind.

“Apparently, he thinks I’m his brother now.”

“You must be emitting pheromones or something”, Panda comments dryly.

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[violetsiren90]

New Rules | Don't pick up the phone.

Table of Contents: Teaser (Prologue); Don't pick up the phone;

Pairing: f*ck boi!Jisung x f!Reader; Jisung x Minho

Genre: choose your own adventure; drabble/vignette series; angst and smut; f*ck buddies; college/post grad

Summary: Jisung has had you wrapped around his finger for the last half-decade. You know good and well that it's time to move on…but you can never seem to follow your own rules long enough to shake him.

*Based on the lyrics of "New Rules" by Dua Lipa

Content warnings: 18+ (minors, dni) Explicit smut; toxic relationship; partying (alcohol and marijuana usage); characters commit sexual acts while partaking in controlled substances; sexual frustration; masturbation; fantasizing; flashbacks/backstory; lust and resentment; possessive Minho; dom Minho/sub Jisung if you squint; voyeurism; hand job; orgasm

Word Count: ~1600

Author's Note: Well, here we go! This is gonna get messy. Thanks to your poll responses (thank you so much for voting!!) we have a Minsung plot line. The next poll will be at the end of the drabble. I hope you enjoy this sinful little indulgence! ❤🔥

As always, if no one has told you today, please know that you're loved, and worthy of love! 🧜‍♀️💜

You know he's only calling 'cause he's drunk and alone.

Your heart hammers in your chest as you watch your phone buzz beside the stove. A groan escapes your lips as you let your head sag between your arms, outstretched to clutch the cheap, white tile of your kitchen countertop.

You’re wet just from seeing his name scroll across the caller ID.

Pushing away from where the device continues to ring out, you press your fingers to your temples and screw your eyes shut.

No. This has to stop.

The sudden phantom sensation of a pussy drunk tongue laving lazily over your swollen clit has you shuddering violently. As your eyes snap back open you shake yourself, stripping off your sweatshirt, suddenly hot.

The phone begins to buzz again, but you retreat into your bedroom, shutting the door as you lay against the cool softness of your comforter. You know what needs to be done…or rather, you know who absolutely cannot be, and your dominant hand has already begun to breach the the waistband of your leggings. You can feel him, smell him, taste him. You chest heaves.

You hold the onslaught of unholy memories at bay as your fingers brush over your mound.

Unfocused gaze aimed at the blades of the ceiling fan as they cycle hypnotically, your mind reaches for an image you’ve recalled and pushed away countless times. Your lips part as your fingers find your warmth. It was the moment that had sentenced you to the madness, an erotic and hollow awakening. You could see it now, as if three years hadn’t passed.

…Jisung.

Han Jisung was a fruit that hung from the tree in the center of the garden. One that many thirsted to taste. You ran in very different circles when you first met, sophomore year of undergrad. He was living life in the fast lane and you were diligently working your way through a six-year education plan. And yet, you became something like friends in the minutes between two and three pm on Tuesdays and Thursdays. He would drop by the student success center for assistance with business economics, though you rarely talked about that, and amongst the textbooks and index cards and vending machine nourishment, you discovered him.

You found him to be different than he presented in a crowd, especially his typical one. He was shy and sweet and silly with an unbelievable amount of intelligence that he carried around like a key he hadn’t found the lock for - something that kept him awake at night and brought his nails between his teeth. When he wasn’t subdued by a quiet reserve, he wielded his boyish good looks and a charisma that could be harnessed at will with nearly total recklessness, and you fell no less a victim to his cheeky charm than the rest of the student body.

Of course, you’d known of him before he’d sat down at your tutoring desk that first day. Everyone did - and not a few in a way that had earned him a specific brand of notoriety. You’d seen them time and again, the passersby who waved and giggled with their friends at the recollection of a mouthful of his cock.

And you’d taken it for another part of his restlessness, the promiscuity - an easy outlet for all of that vibrating, frenetic energy. Until that night.

Jisung was in a punk rock group, and a good one for being so amateur. The five of them, The Maniacs, had established a fair amount of celebrity on campus. He was close with his bandmates, especially one in particular who you’d taken for his best friend - Minho. He talked about him constantly.

Lee Minho was another fruit on the tree in the center of the garden. Devastatingly handsome, his eyes and lips held a kind of cold cruelty that only seemed to sharpen his beauty, and he sang with the voice of a fallen angel. The senior was The Maniacs' front man and walking lingerie department, considering the sheer number of lacy underthings that had been tossed in his direction. Jisung worshiped him, and it wasn’t unusual to see the pair sharing a cigarette in a grassy corner of the quad, casually draped over one another like two cats in the sun.

Jisung lived in his world, and you in yours. Your circles turned with earth and the moon, intersecting and deviating in natural course. And then, on the Thursday before spring break that year, he did something he’d never done before - he invited you to one of his gigs. It was a house party at the vacation home of an old-money alum. You surprised yourself by saying you’d go. Uncharacteristic of you. You didn’t expect to know a soul aside from Jisung, and it meant calling out of your shift at work…but recently, you’d begun to fantasize.

You’d begun to dabble in dangerous and preposterous daydreams in moments between your encounters, and created a little monster he’d fed just enough with the invitation. You were a sensible person as a rule, and tonight you felt like being reckless. Like being indulgent. So you went.

You dressed the part. Did yourself up. Drenched yourself in your roommate’s perfume.

You showed up on the late side, and the band had already been playing when you arrived. He looked glorious strapped to a guitar in a fitted tank top and distressed skinny jeans, glinting silver hoops catching the light at his ears. You smiled at him when he found you in the crowd and he waved. Then, after the set, he found you, handed you a joint, and told you with a wink to save it for after the show.

Your heart pounded the rest of the night.

You watched him tear up the room with the rest of the band. You cheered uproariously. You danced with your drink raised over your head. If it was a dream, you were sleepwalking for all you cared. The more buzzed you became the fuzzier the lines between reality and fantasy began to appear.

You stayed late into the night, as you’d promised. And sometime after midnight, when the majority of the guests had dispersed and those who remained were locked in bedrooms or passed out on cushioned furniture, he found you. He took your hand and tugged you towards the backyard.

From the couch in the sitting room, sprawled out and sweating with smoke wisping from his lips, Minho watched.

Jisung led you out to the pool, and you both sat on the edge - you with your calves dipped into the cool water as he sat cross-legged beside you. He lit the joint, and you passed it back and forth as you talked. You talked like you always did, but with something new hanging in the air, an energy that had you humming with anticipation beside him. He was so relaxed. You wondered if it was the weed. You hoped it was you. And then he looked at you like he did in your daydreams and his eyes dropped to your lips.

Then his phone chimed.

Glancing at it he sighed and ran a hand through his hair as he stood and told you he’d be back in a minute. So you waited. And waited. Then you pulled your feet out of the pool, picked up your heels, and went to find him.

You didn’t have to look far.

The moonlight was streaming through the floor-to-ceiling glass of the wall facing the expanse of the yard and across the sitting room, casting the bodies of sleeping party-goers draped over chairs and loveseats in the cool marble of its illumination. Everything was silent and still - so the soft, desperate groan from the couch on the far side of the space was enough to pull your eyes to its source.

You sucked in a breath, your lips parting and mouth going dry as the scene before you seared itself onto your retinas like an obscene tattoo.

Minho was seated low on the cushions, the black leather of his shapely legs splayed wide to accommodate Jisung. The younger man sat in his lap, his back to Minho’s chest, skinny jeans pushed down his thighs while the older man methodically stroked his exposed cock. Jisung’s eyes were screwed shut, his features contorted in ecstasy - mouth hanging open as he whimpered and gasped.

You couldn’t tear your eyes away…and then you saw his. Minho’s. 

Gleaming and dark and full of a lustful wickedness, they locked you in their gaze over Jisung’s shoulder. As he watched you he began to twirl his wrist, tugging Jisung’s cock in torturous circles as he twisted and pumped so that it began to weep from its tip. Minho’s lips curled up in a sensuous sneer.

You should have run. You should have turned around and shut the door on everything. But you were hazy on weed and liquor and you swayed, frozen where you stood, as you felt a sticky dampness gathering at the gusset of your panties. It was the most arousing and gutting thing you had ever seen.

Minho’s left hand raised to snake around Jisung’s throat, two lithe fingers pressing at his pulse point. Jisung jerked and twitched over him, as if trying to restrain himself from writhing under the ministrations of Minho’s fist. It was intensely lewd, how naked he looked in all his clothes with his belly and cock and the tops of his thighs exposed to Minho’s touch. The zipper on the sleeve of the singer’s leather jacket kept time like a tinkling pornographic metronome as he jerked his bandmate closer and closer to oblivion.

Your pulse pounded in your pussy as you watched your friend’s face twist in carnal euphoria, hips jerking erratically as his white cum surged over Minho’s hand to drip over his bared tummy and hips.

You watched Jisung. Minho watched you.

Your eyes snap open and you pull your sticky fingers from your folds, crying out in frustration as your climax eludes you. Rolling over, you rip open your nightstand drawer to grasp for a vibrator.

The toy buzzes you brutally over the edge.

Your phone has stopped buzzing in the kitchen.

~To be continued~

[web-novel-polls]

Aroace-spec Character Losers' Tournament

[Please vote for who you believe has the most canon evidence to be aroace-spec, not the most popular. It will never be acceptable to post "anti-propaganda" in this tournament or invalidate a suggested identity because "they're not aroace enough." You will be blocked unless it's clearly a genuine mistake / misphrasing.]

Propaganda underneath the cut

Shen Qingqiu from The Scum Villain’s Self-Saving System

Submission 1: Gay Asexual

I mean have you met the man? "Assuming you're straight because you feel nothing towards either sex but you have to be the default, right? before realizing you're romantically attracted to someone but not realizing you're romantically attracted to someone because it doesn't feel like sexual attraction which is how allos explain what love is until the romantic attraction hits you like a sledge hammer" is both a common ace experience and absolutely his story arc. Also I would have submitted him sooner but I thought he was a shoe in

Submission 2:

Asexual, somewhere on the aro spectrum - I would have submitted him earlier but based on the tags I assumed I wouldn't need to and didn't want op to be spammed with too many submissions ;_; anyhow he's here now!

Mod Propaganda

Was completely okay with not marrying anyone (because all the women in the world “belong to the protagonist”)

So fucking weird about sex. He has to mentally contort his brain seven ways to Sunday to even IMAGINE fucking someone (earning him the title of “most homophobic gay person”)

“He’s not gay, Binghe is”

Reads bad erotica and then complains about the plot inconsistencies

Accidentally wife beams/romances pretty much every single character he meets

Kim Dokja from Omniscient Reader’s Viewpoint

Submission 1: demiromantic graysexual, romance/sex indifferent

bc yoohankim is the most qpr qpr to ever qpr

Submission 2: demiromantic graysexual

yoohankim is soo queerplatonic it makes my chest hurt. and ysa and kdj are THE qpr ever. also i read the submissions list and my jaw deadass dropped when i saw that someone else had the exact same kdj hcs as me like asjdnghfdhdbn!ksnk#**#*@*

[gardenschedule]

Decision making within the Beatles

So the re-formation suggestions were never convincing enough. They were kind of nice when they happened – ‘That would be good, yeah’ – but then one of us would always not fancy it. And that was enough, because we were the ultimate democracy. If one of us didn’t like a tune, we didn’t play it. We had some very close shaves. ‘Maxwell’s Silver Hammer’ was a pretty close shave.”

“Paul McCartney’s New Album, New Life and How the Beatles Almost Reunited” by Brian Hiatt for Rolling Stone (1 March 2012).

"Well, say if George was the only one who didn't like a certain script but we were all mad about it, then we would try everything we could to change his mind, persuade him," he joked, as he raised his fist menacingly. "But if he just didn't want to do it, that would be it. We just wouldn't do it. We've always got to be in complete agreement on things as important as this, otherwise, later on it just wouldn't work out."

Paul McCartney interviewed by Maureen O’Grady for Rave, December 1965

“If they are asked to do something as a group and any one of them doesn’t want to take part, then the scheme is dropped,”

Norrie Drummond’s 1967 Melody Maker interview with McCartney

“We had a democratic thing going between us. Everyone had to agree with everything that was done, whether it was a concert in Liverpool or to go to Hamburg”

Harrison’s May 1998 testimony to the London High Court regarding the Star Club Tapes

Paul was the only thorn in his side. Paul refused to sign the contract and walked out of the offices. This left things in limbo, since according to the terms of the Beatles’ partnership agreement, all their business decisions had to be agreed by quorum. It might seem remarkable that Klein so quickly acquired this degree of power over the Beatles’ affairs. But bizarre at it might seem, the matter of the quorum was totally ignored. It might even have been that none of the Beatles were really aware that this clause had been written into their partnership contract by Brian. I doubt if at that stage any of them even had a copy.

Magical Mystery Tours My Life with The Beatles by Tony Bramwell

GEORGE: But it’s more of a personal thing. That’s down to the management situation. You know, with Apple. Because Paul, really, it was his idea to do Apple, and once it started going, Paul was very active in there. And then it got really chaotic and we had to do something about it. When we started doing something about it, obviously Paul didn’t have as much say in the matter, and then he decided – because he wanted Lee Eastman – you know, his in-laws – to run it, and we didn’t. Then that’s the only reason, you know. That’s the whole basis. But that’s only a personal problem that he’ll have to get over because that’s the reality. [It’s] that he’s out-voted, and we’re a partnership; we’ve got these companies which we all own 25 percent of each, and if there’s a decision to be made, then like in any other business or group you have a vote, you know. And he was out-voted three to one. And if he doesn’t like it, it’s really a pity. Because we’re trying to do what’s best for the Beatles as a group, or best for Apple as a company. We’re not trying to do what’s best for Paul and his in-laws, you know?

May 1st, 1970 (New York): George

It was true, that when the group was touring, their work and social relationships were close, but there had been a lot of arguing, mainly about musical and artistic matters. I suppose Paul and George were the main offenders in this respect, but from time to time we all gave displays of temperament and threatened to ‘walk out’. Of necessity, we developed a pattern for sorting out our differences, by doing what any three of us decided. It sometimes took a long time and sometimes there was deadlock and nothing was done, but generally that was the rule we followed and, until recent events, it worked quite well.

John Lennon’s affidavit – From “The Beatles Diary Volume 2: After The Break-Up 1970-2001” by Keith Badman

“I kept saying [to the other Beatles], ‘Don’t give Allen Klein 20 per cent, give him 15, we’re a big act!’ And everyone’s going, ‘No, no, he wants 20 per cent.’ I say, ‘Of course he does, he wants 30, really, but give him 15. It’s like buying a car. You don’t give the guy what he asks for.’ But it was impossible in the end, because it became three to one and I was like the idiot in the corner – trying, I thought, to save the situation. And to Klein it looked like I was trying to screw the situation. He used to call me the Reluctant Virgin. I said, ‘Fuck off, I don’t want to fucking marry you, that’s all.’ he’s going, ‘Oh, you know, he may, maybe he will, will he, won’t he, that’s a definite maybe.’ It was really difficult.”

Paul McCartney, interview w/ Paul Du Noyer for The Word: Let it be… naked. (December, 2003)

“On the way in which the four of us had sorted out our differences in the past, I deny that it had been on a three-to-one basis. If one disagreed, we discussed the problem until we reached agreement or let the matter drop. I know of no decision taken on a three-to-one basis”

Paul Mccartney - Keith Badman, The Beatles After the Breakup

John was a very forceful personality. Mostly – I mean, if we had arguments within the group, I remember George would turn to us, “Oh, he’s won again. John’s won again.” Just because he shouted loudest. And that often used to happen. “Ah, I’m not bloody doing that—” “Alright then, alright alright.” So there was a lot of that going on. So you do tend to get forced into another position, you know, if somebody’s very loud and very – I mean, I’m not saying he was just loud, he was a wit. He was a funny man, John, he was a clever guy, I loved him, you know. But somehow we got this anti position.

November 26th, 1984 (Soho Square, London): On British television show The Tube

“It’s not like we spend our time wrestling in the studio trying to get our own songs on. We all do it the same way… we take it in turns to record a track. It’s just that usually in the past, George lost out because Paul and I are tougher. “It’s nothing new, the way things are. It’s human. We’ve always said we’ve had fights. It’s no news that we argue. I’m more interested in my songs. Paul’s more interested in his, and George is more interested in his. That’s always been.”

John Lennon Interview: New Musical Express 12/13/1969

GEORGE: "Yeah, well, I wrote some songs -- in fact some songs which I feel are quite nice which I'll use on this album -- I wrote about four years ago. But, uhh, it was more difficult for me then to, you know, get in there to do it. It was the way the Beatles took off with Paul and John's songs, and it made it very difficult for me get in. And also, I suppose at that time I didn't have as much confidence when it came down to pushing my own material as I have now. So it took a while. You know, I think the first... I did write one song on about the second album, and I left it and didn't write any more. That was just an exercise to see if I could write. About two years later I recorded a couple more songs -- I think 'Rubber Soul.' And then I've had one or two songs on each album. Well, there are four songs of mine on the double White Album. But now, uhh, the output of songs is too much to be able to just sit around, you know, waiting to put two songs on an album. I've got to get 'em out, you know." "Yeah. It's always... it was whoever would be the heaviest would get the most songs done. So consequently, I couldn't be bothered pushing, like, that much. You know, even on 'Abbey Road' for instance, we'd record about eight tracks before I got 'round to doing one of mine. Because uhh, you know, you say 'Well, I've got a song,' and then with Paul -- 'Well I've got a song as well and mine goes like this -- diddle-diddle-diddle-duh,' and away you go! You know, it was just difficult to get in there, and I wasn't gonna push and shout. But it was just over the last year or so we worked something out, which is still a joke really -- Three songs for me, three songs for Paul, three songs for John, and two for Ringo."

George Harrison Interview: Howard Smith, WABC-FM New York 5/1/1970

GEORGE: To get it straight, if I hadn’t been with John and Paul I probably wouldn’t have thought about writing a song, at least not until much later. They were writing all these songs, many of which I thought were great. Some were just average, but, obviously, a high percentage were quality material. I thought to myself, If they can do it, I’m going to have a go. But it’s true: it wasn’t easy in those days getting up enthusiasm for my songs. We’d be in a recording situation, churning through all this Lennon-McCartney, Lennon-McCartney, Lennon-McCartney! Then I’d say, [meekly] “Can we do one of these?”

George Harrison, Guitar World: When we was fab. (1992)

John: Well, I’m saying that “Dear Prudence” is arranged. Can’t you hear [John vocalizes part of the song]. That is the arrangement, you know? But I’m too frightened to say “This is it.” I just sit there and say, “Look, if you don’t come along and play your bit, I won’t do the song,” you know? I can’t do any better than that. Don’t ask me for what movie* you’re gonna play on it. Because apart from not knowing, I can’t tell you better than you have, what grooves you can play on it. You know, I just can’t work. I can’t do it like that. I never could, you know. But when you think of the other half of it, just think, how much more have I done towards helping you write? I’ve never told you what to sing or what to play. You know, I’ve always done the numbers like that. Now, the only regret, just the past numbers, is when because I’ve been so frightened, that I’ve allowed you to take it somewhere where I didn’t want

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John: And that’s all I did on the last album was say, “OK, Paul, you’re out to decide [how] my songs [are] concerned, arrangement-wise.” … I’d sooner just sing them, than have them turn into, into ‘[Being For the Benefit of] Mr. Kite,’ or anything else, where I’ve accepted the problem from you that it needs arrangement. … I don’t see any further than the guitar, and the drums, and, and George Martin doing the … I don’t hear any of the flutes playing, you know? I suppose I could hear ‘em if I [spoken as if straining] sat down and worked very hard! You know, I could turn out a mathematical drawing, if you like …

Jan. 13: The Lunchroom Tape

PAUL: You see the thing is also, I, I get to a bit where I just sort of push all my ideas, you know, and I know that my ideas aren’t the best, you know. They are [mechanical voice] “good, good, good” but they’re not the best, you know. We can improve on it. Because we write songs good, and we improve on it. [to Ringo] And you can improve on your drumming like it is, if you get into it. If you don’t, you know, then okay, I have better ideas, but if you get into it, you’re better! You know. It’s like that.

Twickenham, January 6th

I wasn’t surprised that Paul disliked “Revolution 9” as much as he did. Although he was well versed in all musical genres—in fact, he’d been into avant-garde well before John—he simply didn’t see it as Beatles music, and he certainly didn’t agree that it was the direction that the Beatles should go in. Later on, when they were sequencing the White Album, I heard through the grapevine that John and Paul ultimately had a huge row over “Revolution 9.” Paul absolutely did not want it on the album, and John was just as adamant that it would be on there. In the end, of course, he got his way.

Here, There and Everywhere, Geoff Emerick

I was more ready for the drink or a little bit of pot or something. I’d not wanted to do it, I’d held off like a lot of people were trying to, but there was massive peer pressure. And within a band, it’s more than peer pressure, it’s fear pressure. It becomes trebled, more than just your mates, it’s, 'Hey, man, this whole band’s had acid, why are you holding out? What’s the reason, what is it about you?’ So I knew I would have to out of peer pressure alone. And that night I thought, well, this is as good a time as any, so I said, 'Go on then, fine.’ So we all did it.

Paul McCartney, Many Years From Now by Barry Miles

"John's fellow student Helen Anderson remembers him ushering Paul in, with George, their tag-along junior, usually following a little later. The three would go into the cafeteria for a cheap lunch of chips then take their guitars into an empty life-drawing room, which tended to be more spacious than the others. Helen, being extraordinarily beautiful, was among the very few they allowed to watch while they rehearsed. 'Paul would have a school notebook and he'd be scribbling down words,' she says. 'Those sessions could be intense because John was used to getting his way by being aggressive---but Paul would stand his ground. Paul seemed to make John come alive when they were together.”

Paul McCartney: The Life - Philip Norman.

“I don’t know about being in a band with him, how that would work out,” he told Rolling Stone in 1979. “It’s like, we all have our own tunes to do. And my problem was that it would always be very difficult to get in on the act, because Paul was very pushy in that respect. When he succumbed to playing on one of your tunes, he’d always do good. But you’d have to do fifty-nine of Paul’s songs before he’d even listen to one of yours. So, in that respect, it would be very difficult to ever play with him.”

A Conversation With George Harrison

What was clear from the start was that writing would be a matter of Lennon and McCartney. “I remember walking through Woolton, the village where John was from, and saying to John, ‘Look, you know, it should just be you and me who are the writers,’ ” McCartney recalled. “We never said, ‘Let’s keep George out of it,’ but it was implied.”

In “Paul McCartney Doesn’t Really Want to Stop the Show” by David Remnick for The New Yorker (11 October 2021).

“I do stand back at times, unlike John. I look ahead. I’m careful. John would go for the free guitar and just accept it straight away, in a mad rush. I would stand back and think, but what’s this bloke really after, what will it mean? I was always the one that told Klein to put money away for tax. “I don’t LIKE being the careful one. I’d rather be immediate like John. He was all action. John was always the loudest in any crowd. He had the loudest voice. He was the cock who crowed the loudest. Me and George used to call him the cockerel in the studio.

Paul and Hunter Davies, 1981

George “I’ve got about forty tunes which I haven’t recorded, and some of them I think are quite good. I wrote one called ‘The Art Of Dying’ three years ago, and at that time I thought it was too far out. But I’m going to record it. I used to have a hang-up about telling John, Paul and Ringo I had a song for the albums, because I felt mentally, at that time, as if I was trying to compete. And, in a way, the standard of the songs had to be good, because theirs were very good. Another thing is I didn’t want The Beatles to be recording rubbish for my sake, just because I wrote it. On the other hand, I don’t want to record rubbish just because they wrote it. The group comes first. It took time for me to get more confidence as a songwriter, and now I don’t care if they don’t like it. I can shrug it off. Another thing with The Beatles is it’s sometimes a matter of whoever pushes the hardest gets the most tunes on the album, then it’s down to personalities, as to whoever is going to push. And more often, I just leave it until somebody says that they would like to do one of my tunes.”

The Beatles Off the Record (Keith Badman)

Paul came across in 1963 as a fun-loving, footloose bachelor who turned on his charm to devastating effect when he wanted to manipulate rivals, colleagues or women he fancied. (...) He had enormous powers of persuasion within The Beatles. He would get his own way by subtlety and suaveness where John resorted to shouting and bullying. John may have been the loudest Beatle but Paul was the shrewdest. I watched him twist the others round to his point of view in all sorts of contentious situations, some trivial, some more significant, some administrative, some creative.

John, Paul, George, Ringo & Me: The Real Beatles Story, Tony Barrow (2005)

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Decode // PREVIEW!!

Dracule Mihawk (opla) x OC (female)

Rating: generally will be mature

Story Will Contain: age gap, OC is an unspecified religious nun who is on sabbatical (full fic would give detail), trauma, violence, eventual smut, possessive / protective behavior etc etc

notes, hi!!! so there’s a preview of a fic i’m working on! i’m in the middle of deciding between focusing on this story or my shanks fic. let me know if anyone wants to be added to this story’s taglist

Masterlist , vote which fic i should focus on here

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The azure sky above was fitted with puffy white clouds- the sea calm in contrast to the blood that seeped onto Baratie's front dock. How Nami and Usopp raced behind their captain to Zoro's side. How Luffy's cries for their bloodied crew mate to live, were deafening. And how Sabine stood firm as if stuck in cement, fingers turning white from the grip on her rosary.

Her heart hammered in her chest. Blood rushed to her head blurring her vision with black spots. And an incessant ringing echoed in her ears.

Time felt frozen as she watched him glide to her, his heavy footsteps creaking on the dock. Closer. And closer. She couldn't move, not with the way tears pricked her waterline and bile rose in her throat. Eyes flickering between the two swordsman as a frigid breeze of alarm made her entire body shiver.

"My dear," Mihawk spoke calmly, as if he hadn't just struck down Zoro in a battle he needn't break a sweat. Only inches from her, Mihawk removed his hat, holding it over his heart as his mouth ran dry. His eyes ate her petit figure up and his stomach lurched from how her beauty struck him. Everything from last night came rushing back and if he'd known a simple conversation would be life changing, he'd have not let her walk away.

Sabine opened her mouth to speak but nothing came out. She craned to look up at him. In daylight she was captivated by him. Last night, at the bar, hadn't done him justice. How the air was robbed from her lungs as all she could do was shake her head, "why.."

Mihawk had no answer as he re-situated his hat back upon his head, then running a hand to brush along her headpiece down to her veil. She flinched in return as his large fingers caressed her shoulder, "Sister Mary Sabine, last night you changed my trajectory for better and for worse. And I'm a man who knows what he wants, then gets it."

"I don't understand," she squeaked out, their surroundings blocking out. Yells of her friends as they carried Zoro to the boat, how she should have been with them tossed to the back of her mind. The panicked looks as they saw how close Mihawk was to Sabine, someone with no ability to fight an enemy off. But trust was left that Mihawk had no business with a nun as they carried the green haired swordsman out of sight. She was alone- with him.

Mihawk showed no change in emotion, only an unsettling and uncommon softness to his gaze, "however I am not cruel. I understand your situation, so I'll tell you this- after your sabbatical I will come find you. And I'll respect either decision you make, but I plan to make you mine if you choose to leave the sisterhood."

An inhuman gasp stifled in her throat, her eyes widened by his wild proclamation, "M-Mihawk."

In a slick motion, Mihawk removed the thick cross branded (Mihawk branded) ring he adorned. Suddenly grasping her dainty wrist he forced the piece of jewelry into her palm, "so a piece of me is with you always. Think of me until we meet again in many months time, little one."

"You can't- you can't just say that! You- Zoro might die because of you!" Anger finally bubbled over. Sabine snapped from her trance as her fist tightened around the ring, she took a step closer to him before he could turn away.

"You felt it last night, no?"

His question took her aback. Just as quick as she found a confidence to get mad, it subsided as her shoulders dropped. Because she felt it. She'd told herself last night as she laid in bed tipsy from the wine, that if that was how true love felt, she'd never want anyone else. She'd want him.

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side note— there’d be a background and chapter 1 prior to this (this would be in ch 2) so if there’s some confusion that’s why lol this is like from the middle of the chapter

[zkylearnstherope]

A Little Something [The Other Side] - AvA / AvM Fan-Made

I couldn't think of a title.

This one is a result of a poll where the majority of votes was getting nothing. So y'all get nothing. The story stops before anything even happens.

Also, Keep Reading for some lore drops.

Introducing vic's New Weapons

The white sphere is vic's Influence. It's his natural ability to recruit anyone into his inner circle. No one can resist it. Sure, it might take time on some sticks but everyone will always give in.

This is how he basically seduces A. He spams it a lot and A was telling him that he doesn't need to do that anymore because he's not going anywhere.

vic doesn't always use the Influence, though. The effectivity depends on whether he likes the stick in the first place. If he hates them, then he won't use it. The duration of the effect also depends on their compatibility.

The red cube is vic's Limit Breaker. After Rush Hour, King was hired at the Rocket Corp where he's given unlimited access to the all the toys (equipment) he wants as long as he helps The Monochromes make the Limit Breaker last longer.

It functions the same as The Box, with the core component being H's powers (will explain more about this in the future). It gives vic enhanced strength, but it only lasts for 12 seconds before breaking apart.

King, being the genius inventor that he is, did not only make it unbreakable, he also made it compatible with vic's Influence. So, now, everyone in vic's Inner Circle (basically, all his family and the mercs) are enhanced/protected, but the range is limited. So, he needs to be at the front lines to be actually useful.

The effects of the Limit Breaker also extends to vic's Clones. He can make clones naturally without the need for The Box. He mainly uses it to satisfy A, and not for combat. Once the Clones return to vic, all their memories, feelings, and experience (pain or pleasure) will play inside his head, one at a time. So, he's usually so out of it for an hour or so.

Each clone possesses one aspect of his personality, so they all talk differently from each other. They also have a mind of their own, but they rarely go against the main goal.

The Clones and vic are what I refer to as A's Harem.

Parody Weapons

These are weapons that are not canon to the plot of the AU, but he still uses them for roleplaying.

The Limit Breaker Staff - Developed by King, of course. It increases the range of vic's Influence and also enhances the effects of the Limit Breaker. He cannot use it on himself, so it's more of a Support weapon.

Smoke Bombs and the Holy Smoke Bomb - For running away from our problems and Bonus Holy Damage 'cause why not.

DIY Hammer - A large hammer for DIY, because he can be the man of the house too.

Cowboy Hat plus Lasso - Mainly for cosplay and character design. Not really a weapon. Perfect for covering your blushing face too.

Author's Note

I love drawing my characters in a 3D plane.

That thing is vic's fancy couch. I call it The Harem Couch ✨.

As for the other two options on the poll: An alternative story was that vic was supposed to give something to A, and the other is Kinky stuff.

Original character by Alan Becker

[nerd-cat-rambles]

Danganronpa V3 Chapter 4 Deadly Life Notes:

SPOILERS FROM HERE ON IN!!!!!!!!!!!

--- Investigation:

MIU LOOKS IN SO MUCH PAIN OMG-

And Kokichi sounds so gay when he says "Woah!" like I can't imagine genderbends because he's so goddam fruity.

--- Summary By Completed Investigation:

So Miu tried to kill Kokichi (this is proved because of the setting she added to him, her touching him makes him unable to move), but an error occured on her avatar making the effect of him not being able to move when he touched her the opposite, so they somehow met, and maybe Miu used the phone and pink mobile to teleport between the chapel and mansion.

That was when the killer killed her in-game somehow... she was clearly struggling, so she was strangled somehow... maybe with the toilet paper. The culprit must have used it to climb on and off from the roof BECAUSE MIU SAID NO MATTER HOW FAR IT STRETCHED RUBBER BANDS WERE UNBREAKABLE.

Her avatar had the object setting on, so no matter how far she stretched she couldn't break. That was how she was strangled.

BOOM I DID IT!!!

(Correct/True things highlighted in green)

(Wrong/False/Incorrect things highlighted in orange)

(VERY WRONG/absurd/bad THINGS HIGHLIGHTED IN RED)

The above colour coding is true for the rest of the gameplay this chapter!

The Trial Begins:

--- EATING IT UP!!!

Gonta I love you but stfu "ver-chew-el world" mate please stop I can't spend time explaining this shit to you, I love you alot but stop. :,)

V CUT FIRST TRY BABY WOOHOO!!!!

ALSO, IT WAS THE TP, I WAS RIIIIGHT!!!

--- Himiko Spits Facts:

Himiko: "Killed by toiler paper... it was... a fitting end for her..." <- LMAO NOT HIMIKO CALLING HER A PIECE OF SHITTT BAHAHA.

Also I bought the perk that lets you see V cuts without using influence, and it's really helpful, you guys should use it it's GOOD!

MIU BOUGHT THE HAMMER AND ASKED TO MEET UP WITH KOKICHI, SEE, SHE WAS GOING TO KILL HIM! I WAS RIGHT, SHE WAS GOING TO PARALYSE HIM AND HIT HIM WITH IT!!! I'M SO SMART OH MY GODDD!

PSYCHE TAXI MY POOKIE AUGHHH I LOVE PSYCHE TAXI BEST MINIGAME WOO! (I highkey ate it up, I only hit 1 car.)

Wait this trial is so good wtf omg, I'm only about an hour in but this is so much fun! So creative of Danganronpa!

OH MY GOD TWO PSYCH TAXIS I LOVE THIS GAME SO MUCH OH MY GOD!!!

--- Intermission:

"Main I'm bushed. I got no motivation at all. And Monophanies period is late."

Okay number ONE: What the fuck, did Monotaro like... erm...

OKAY NUMBER 2: MONOKUMA HAS NO MOTIVATION BECAUSE HIS AND MONOPHANIES CYCLES MATCH UP, That's sometimes how it runs in families. THIS MEANS THE MASTERMIND IS A GIRL!!! THAT'S WHAT MONOTARO WAS SAYING WHEN HE SAID "Mummy... I can't... I feel like I'm remembering something..." HOLY SHIT I WORKED IT OUT GUYS, THE MASTERMIND IS MAKI, HIMIKO OR TSUMUGI!

--- I WORKED IT OUT!!!:

Kokichi knows more then us. What does he know? He didn't do it... but like Byakuya in THH Trial 2, he knows who did. The antagonists always know. Nagito with Teruteru, Byakuya with Mondo, Kokichi with... whoever did this crime...

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OH MY GOD I THINK I KNOW WHO DID IT, KOKICHI KNOWS MORE THAN US, HE WAS DROPPING HINTS THE WHOLE TIME! IT WAS PROBABLY GONTA!

This is loosely based evidence but buff characters die in chapter four so here:

Himiko: "She (<- talking about Miu) was smart... but also really, really dumb"

Gonta: "N-No say such mean things."

Gonta: "Killing game bad, not Miu"

Gonta: "Miu not bad person. Gonta think we coulda be friends, if things different."

Kokichi: "Nuh-uh. No way, Jose."

Later:

Kokichi: "More importantly, we gotta solve this mystery! Fighting among friends is a waste of time."

That literally contradicts what he just said... but it lines up with exactly what GONTA said. And Kokichi seems to know the whole trial...

--- Me Being an Idiot:

Kokichi calling Shuichi Shumai.

Shumai and Makiroll.

Awe so cute :,)

Monokuma hating Sonic is so uncalled for, what did Sonic do to you?!?!

HELP I ACCIDENTALLY VOTED TENKO INSTEAD OF KOKICHI FOR THE VOTING PANEL OH MY GOD HELP I LOST A HEART FROM THAT TOO-

If Kokichi stutters one more time like that annoying ahh protagonist from "It" I'm going to literally crush him or something I don't know.

"OOH, YOU SO CLUMSY GURLLL!!!" <- He's so gay oh my god-

Goddam liarrr, Kokichi you suspiciousss~

TSUMUGI I LOVE YOU BUT DON'T SPOIL HIS GODDAM LIE-

--- Confession by Kokichi?:

He didn't do it, did he?

He's working with Monokuma?

"Well, then... the culprit is Gonta."

...

What...? He said it so easy... so... simple... is that right? Was I right? What in the world...?

KILLING GAME BUSTERS?! *laughing and crying at the same time*

"WHY I CAN'T BE THE CULPRIT!" oh shit he's gone insane what the fuck.

I KNOW WHY GONTA SAYS HE DIDN'T DO IT (he did kill Miu) IT'S BECAUSE HE GOT THE CORD MIXED UP, THE RED AND BLUE ONE FOR MEMORY AND PHYSICALITY! HE MIXED THEM UP AND DOESN'T REMEMBER ANYHTING FROM THE VIRTUAL WORLD! THAT'S WHY HE WAS SO CONFUSED BEFORE! NOT BECAUE HE'S DUMB, BUT BECAUSE HE'S PHYSICALLY FORGOTTEN!!!

KOKICHI IS BEING SO MEAN, EVEN IF IT IS GONTA THAT'S TOO FAR!

Never comment negatively on somebodies intellectual ability, that's just so cruel...

Kokichi losing his shit... goddam that poor, misunderstood kid. I'm not making him fanon, but he's being truthful and trying to save everybody and nobody believes him... nobody wants to believe him...

Kokichi just moved up in my personal ranking.

--- Well, on that note it's 10pm where I am, I'll finish the rest tomorrow! Less than two hours to go!

Okay gang, welcome... back? No, you read one sentence to get here, welcome ME back!!! /j

Alrighty I googled it and I have about an hour and a half left of this trial, not long! Let's smash it out, whoo!

--- Incriminating Evidence:

Oh I come back to 2 health hearts. And then get the first question wrong, how cute. <3

Oh my gosh Gonta's VA is actually doing really well "Gonta not lying! You need to believe Gonta!!!"

"But... Gonta holds chopsticks with this hand"

"UWAAAHHH! But that's your left hand!!!"

--- Kokichi Being a Little Bitch (we stan him)"

KOKICHI IS EVIL OH MY GOD! Best antag moment.

So I was right... it is Gonta...

"Miu Iruma's killer... is Gonta Gokuhara!" What a powerful line. Goddam Kokichi you served.

AUGHHH ARGUMENT ANAMENT AUGHHH I HATE ARGUMENT ANAMENT!!!

"Gonta, I'm going to look back at the whole case one more time. When you're convinced, you just let me know, alright? Let's end this together." <- SHUICHI IS SO SWEET AHH :(

NGL I love the final case thingy music. Would Miu have gotten away with murder if she had killed Kokichi? Nope. Would I like to see Kokichi dead strangling? Kind of, it'd be interesting.

Shuichi getting eyeliner in his neo-world avatar makes me happy.

And the sign has the word Mirai on it, like SDR2 "Hotel Mirai".

POOR GONTA OH MY GODDD

--- End of the Trial:

I GOT AN A AGAIN, I GOT 249 COINS, I GOT -2000 FOR MISSING AND PERFECT SCORE FOR RETRY (I had 2 hearts for almost all of the trial.)

ALTER-EGO GONTA?! SO CUTE OH MY GOD!!!

"So... Gonta no could save everyone?" Screaming and crying.

"Just... promise Gonta, everyone can forgive eachother and be friends..."

Kokichi: "W-WAIT, PLEASE! I don't want this! Don't go, Gonta!" <- Fuyuhiko, Ishimaru, Shuichi, Aoi energy???

"Gonta love you all" NO NO NO NO NO NOOOO DON'T. I'M GONNA CRY NO PLEASE NONONONONOOOOO :(

--- And the BEST antagonis Award Goes TOOOO!!!

Kokichi Ouma. What the fuck.

I BELIEVED HIS TEARS, HE LIED IN GONTAS FINAL MOMENTS, HE LIED, HE MANIPULATED EVERYBODY, HE WENT INSANE, AND NOW HE'S GONNA DO A TOGAMI AND TELL EVERYBODY KAITOS SECRET???

Put Byakuya togami in a room with this bitch and he does NOT stand a chance.

--- Kaito Being Sick:

KAITO. OH MY GOD HE'S VOMITTING BLOOD AGAIN AND TRYING TO HIDE IT FROM EVERYBODY OH GOD-

(Kaito coughing up blood and dying:

Also Kaito: "My cold just got worse... that's all.")

My Saimota v Kaimaki self is going insane over this plotline guys. (I don't multiship-)

--- End of the Chapter:

KOKICHI WALKING IS SO DRAMATIC...?

Oh Kokichi is red...?

"The world is mine - Kokichi Ouma"

... oh?

--- FINALLY!:

WHAT A CHAPTER! WHAT A FUCKING CHAPTER, HOLY SHIT! I WAS RIGHT ABOUT SO MUCH OF THE CASE, THAT WAS AMAZING, THAT WAS CRAZY WHAT THE FUCK OH MY GOD I CAN'T EVEN BRO-

V3 is getting really good.

THIS IS MY FAVOURITE TRIAL IN THE WHOLE FRANCHISE, LIKE OMG THIS IS SM BETTER THAN MY PREV FAVOURITES, I LOVE THIS TRIAL SM MORE THAN CHP2 THH AND CHP5 SDR2 OH MY GOD THIS IS SO FUCKING GOOD WHAT????

Okay that's all bye guys :3

[blankdblank]

Never

It never crossed your mind that Thorin would make it back to the mountain to fall so suddenly. We burn together, a broken fragment of a sentence that choked you nightly when you would jolt up out of bed hearing it again. Gold still shifted, muttered conversations carried while you worked alone. Thorin in his final act shoved his nephews free of the flames and their mournful selves laid resting to let their bruised injured selves heal from the wounds gained in a landing inside an armory. Several times over they were impaled and cut in tries to scramble away from those flames and now the Elf King had been lenient after the dragon had reduced to dust under weight of the sea of gold Thorin let free to a skilled canon fired black arrow at the dragon’s belly.

Taps, soft and deliberate of the chisel and hammer in your hand, much like those of the toe of boots and hands on hilts of weapons for the Dwarf King who knew you startled on watch. So every night he would come to sit with you. Sit and tell you the most fantastic things about all the lands he had traveled and people in kingdoms you couldn’t dream of.

They had told you once in a casual mention that there was reason as to why all the statues of Dwarves were identical. No more. Just one more gentle knock of a stubborn bump away to perfect the outline of eyelashes that framed one of the Dwarf King’s impossibly blue eyes. “Oh,” you sighed. For a moment resting your chisel wielding hand atop the fur lining of his outer jacket he loaned you many a night insisting his people were built for the cold night air.

“Stubborn fool.” Those words more for yourself than him as you’d let yourself hope even for a moment things could have ended any other way than with you again in sights of a future alone and without use in another bustling city like the one you had been all but voted out of to be prey to Wraiths in search of revenge for one of their slain kin.

Dust and the fallen clump of this fine silvery green stone, broken off from a wall you’d chosen for this task, obscuring the face you had carved urged your lungs to fill. Right out the air came to puff the dust away. But just as sudden the blink of those eyes that began to bubble blue had you wobble on the crate you stood upon and fall backwards shrieking in fright. Noise of the gold and conversations halted, and just for a moment even the injured Princes turned their heads in the off putting silence before bodies turned and all the Dwarves came racing in case of danger, heard to lift weapons lying around to not be unarmed.

“Bunnanunê,” right apart his lips split to the bleed of a fleshy tone across the cheeks and forehead you labored days on worry spread across Thorin’s face. Raven black hair came to color out of the green stone just like the shade on the fur color of his coat. “Why are you frightened?” Up into the dark his same eyes so skilled to see through it his eyes moved to scan over the hall lit poorly by open bowl lanterns you had drug here around this ruined chunk of stone you hoped to make use of after it was shorn off a wall to block a path to the treasury. “Where is the dragon?!” barely above a whisper his voice dropped in worry and his body tried to jolt forward and take hold of you, assuming that must be why you were scared. The lack of movement from his knees down however had him halt and stare open mouthed in shock to find himself being carved out of stone.

“Lass!” several of the others shouted in a muddle of voices, only until they entered the doorway and dropped their weapons to name the living statue you still were splayed back across the cold dusty rubble coated floor staring up at. “Thorin…” many uttered to the stunned, now reborn Dwarf King who came to accept a hard truth he didn’t dare to dream might be true.

The rule being you never carve a Dwarf from stone outside the specified rules of design, to prevent heartbreak, as only their destined One could bring their fallen half back to life. Just as Durin was brought back three times by his One until they both passed together of old age into the halls of Mahal.

Bofur was kind enough to hasten over alongside Ori, to get you upright as the latter explained the rule that now had you marked to be their Queen. But only after you did one thing, you had to finish carving out his legs and feet. Jokes of shrinking or adding inches came and went while Thorin spent every moment possible to adore his treasured One until he could step off of this clump of stone and scoop your still mildly trembling self into his arms and never allow himself to be parted from you again.

@lilith15000​ @theincaprincess​ @devilishminx328​ @jesevans​ and adding @deepestfirefun

[1mnobodywhoareyou]

the misadventures of peony

aka the fic that shouldn't exist (tm) it's done! this cracky "little" "should have been hammered out in one night" fic is done! thank you to @narcissusbrokenmirror for the idea and granting me coparenting rights. i hope I did peony right by you! tagging @legolasghosty @innytoes and @jmrothwell with NO pressure whatsoever to read! Y'all were my ask box cheerleaders (thank you) so if you were waiting to see this, here ya go!

on ao3 (2584 words), Rated G. CW for pet snakes and all that entails!

“No, you guys. We don’t have enough room. We don’t have enough time. We can’t get a dog!” Luke looks between all four of his friends and roommates, each sporting their best puppy dog faces, and he sighs before waving them off and turning away, “And put those away. It’s not fair.”

“But Luke! We’ll take care of it! We promise!” Reggie pleads, clasping his hands in front of him to really sell his point.

“Dude, you forget that I TRIED THAT! For years. And literally never once actually followed through on it. We aren’t home enough.”

Alex decides it’s his turn to try, “But you were a kid! We’re all adults!”

He’s met with a chorus of “yeah”s from the group and Luke rolls his eyes.

“No.”

Everyone huffs in frustration as they resign themselves to his veto vote. They’d agreed that decisions like this needed to be unanimous but they don’t have to be happy about the results.

“But what if... what if it wasn't a dog?” Willie asked.

“What do you mean?”

"What about... a bunny?"

Luke rolls his eyes, "You know just because it lives in a cage doesn't mean it's less work than a dog, right? No.”

"So that's a no on a hamster too?" Reggie chimes in

“Yes Reg, that's a no on the hamster too.”

“Damn.”

“What about... a bird? They’re chill,” Willie tries again.

“We're not getting a fucking bird, Willie.”

“A lizard? Oh! One of those bearded dragons! Those are cool.”

Luke glares at them, “No dragons.”

Willie's face falls into a mock pout. "It doesn't even breathe fire!" they exclaim pitifully. 

This time, Alex joins Luke in glaring at Willie. “Really?” he chastises them.

Willie offers an unabashed shrug in response.

"What's the lowest maintenance pet we can think of?" Reggie asks in an exaggerated whisper.

Julie huffs, "A goldfish."

“No water!” Luke cries.

“Why not?” Julie counters harshly, hands on her hips. They’re all a little bit frustrated with how stubborn Luke is being and it’s unfortunately starting to break through.

“We have way too many electronics for water to be a good idea. We do NOT need another Reggie fixing his amp in the rain situation.”

“Dude, it's contained in a TANK,” Willie explains. 

“You are seriously no fun,” Reggie quips as he fiddles with his sleeves.

Willie's eyes widen as he comes up with a new idea.

Luke sighs before Willie even opens his mouth. "No."

WIllie's face falls into another pout. "You don't even know what I was going to say!"

“I don't need to. No.”

“You only need to feed snakes like once a week. And there's no water,” he pauses to consider his words before continuing. “Well, almost no water. And they're PRETTY!”

Luke’s face pinches in confusion, "What?!"

"A ssssssnake. We should get a snake."

"A snake? Seriously?"

"Yeah, people have them as pets all the time. And they're super chill and low maintenance. Look!" Willie pulls out their phone and starts typing. He stops and turns his phone around for Luke. “See?”

Julie crowds in behind Luke and coos over the picture on the top of the screen.

After giving Luke a moment to read, she plucks Willie's phone out of his hand. Julie walks around to Alex and Reggie showing it to them.

Reggie's jaw drops and a contemplative look crosses Alex's face.

"Willie has a point, you know," Alex says after a moment.

"How do you mean?"

"We could have a super cool, super fun pet. It's low maintenance enough that we could ask Carlos to feed it like once a week when we're away. We don't need to take it out for walks. Just... clean the tank every once in a while."

Luke groans, "Are you serious? Can we at least sleep on the idea of it before we start talking about it?"

Reggie grins, "So you're saying we can talk about it?"

Luke offers a resigned sigh, “Tomorrow.”

That earns Luke whooping cheers from everyone else. He can't help the small quirk of his lips at their excitement but quickly returns his face to its solemn expression before they can notice. 

“Can we get back to rehearsal now?” he asks once the others have started to calm down.

“Sir! Yes, sir!” Reggie salutes. He’s met with an eye roll from Luke and laughter from the others but they quickly find their positions, picking back up where they’d left off before being derailed by the pet talk.

—

They’d agreed, some with more resistance than others, that this was for the best. Reggie and Julie didn’t need to know EVERYTHING and it was fine.

Except that when Willie got home with that week’s meal for Peony, he was surprised to find both Reggie and Julie hanging out with her. 

Reggie notices Willie’s entrance and lights up. He eyes the package in Willie’s hands and nudges Julie. She turns and directs a smile Willie’s way.

“Whatchu got there?” she asks, pointing at the box.

“Uh, nothing?” They reply awkwardly as he tries to shield it from them. 

“Uh huh, convincing,” Reggie says with a grin. He takes a few steps toward Willie, who moves backwards each time Reggie gets closer. 

Julie looks between the guys and lets a mischievous grin take over her own face. “Is it something we can’t see?” she asks carefully.

“No?” Willie answers, cursing himself for apparently completely losing the ability to lie at some point in the last five minutes. He puts the box behind his back for good measure.

Julie joins Reggie’s mission to solve the mystery of the box. She swoops behind Willie to grab it from their hands. 

Willie sighs in resignation as he watches her peel back the lid. 

Julie squeals in excitement as she holds the box out to Reggie. “Look at it! It’s so cuuuute!”

Reggie joins her and lets out a squeal of his own. 

They fawn over the mouse for a moment before turning to look up at Willie.

“How’d you convince Luke?” Julie asks.

“Uhhhhh, I didn’t?” he tries and Julie narrows her eyes at him but otherwise accepts their answer. Apparently she has better things to do than interrogate them. She returns her attention to the mouse. 

Willie runs a hand down his face as he muffles a sigh. They know this is going to end poorly. He lets Reggie and Julie take their time cooing over the small animal while he tries to figure out how to get them back out of the house so he can feed Peony.

They send a quick text off to Alex and Luke who promptly respond with a plan. A few moments later, Reggie’s phone rings and he’s ushering Julie out of the house on whatever errand Luke had sent them on.

—

They somehow manage to make it a few more weeks without any questions from Reggie and Julie. The half-lie that Luke didn’t let the mice stay seemed to do most of the heavy lifting for them and casual deflection worked for the rest. Until it didn’t.

—

Julie and Reggie burst through the door with a very resistant Carlos in tow.

“I told you I don’t want to!” he exclaims as he struggles against them.

“Just come meet her!” Julie insists as she gives another tug of his wrist.

“She’s a sweetheart,” Reggie adds, “you’ll love her.”

“Just give her a chance!” Julie pleads. She turns her most powerful puppy dog eyes on Carlos. He rolls his eyes back at her. She sighs. Right, sibling immunity. She nudges Reggie who immediately takes the hint. 

He widens his eyes with his most pathetic expression and it’s Carlos’ turn to sigh, “You can show her to me. But I’m staying back here.”

“Yes!” Julie cheers. She turns toward the room, confused by the sight she’s met with. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing,” Willie says from their position in front of Peony’s enclosure. They’re flanked on either side by Alex and Luke, blocking the others from being able to see their pet snake. 

Reggie gasps as panic overtakes him, “Is she… Is she okay?!”

“She’s fine,” Alex sighs. 

“You weren’t supposed to be home yet,” Luke adds, directing a quick look over his shoulder. 

“What’s… why are you blocking her?” Reggie asks. He walks toward them and the trio tighten up their formation. 

Julie makes her way around Reggie and stands in front of the others. “Move, please,” she says, less of a question than it probably could be.

“No, I don’t think I will,” Alex replies casually, crossing his arms over his chest for good measure.

“I assure you, you do not want to see what’s behind us,” Willie adds, silently pleading with his eyes for her to drop it. 

Luke directs his own puppy dog look her way and she rolls her eyes. “That doesn’t work on me, remember?”

Julie’s about to just push through them when Carlos speaks up from his spot by the door, “They don’t know how you feed it yet, do they?”

Everyone’s eyes widen at once and Carlos would laugh at the sight if he wasn’t halfway terrified. Julie and Reggie both round on him. Then look back at the guys. And then back at Carlos.

“Show me,” Julie insists, pushing between Luke and Willie. Her hand immediately covers her mouth in horror. Reggie’s at her side in an instant and his own jaw drops. 

“You… I…” Reggie stammers. His eyes turn glassy.

Reggie turns to Julie and the tears in his eyes seemingly grant hers permission to fall. 

“Oh, that poor little guy,” she cries feebly. 

Alex, Luke, and Willie exchange concerned looks. Alex wraps Julie up into his arms while Luke does the same for Reggie. They hold the pair as they let out their cries of distress.

“I told you this would happen,” Willie huffs at them, though any annoyance in their voice is belied by the fond look on their face. They can’t really fault Alex and Luke for wanting to delay this moment for as long as possible.

Carlos coughs out a bitter laugh, “Why do you think I didn’t want to do this?”

Julie’s lip wobbles as she turns to him. She doesn’t leave Alex’s arms but he loosens them slightly so that she can move. “I… I just thought maybe you were just weirded out by snakes.” 

Carlos rolls his eyes. “I told you I was never coming here again after you got it-”

“Her!” Reggie corrects forcefully through his own residual tears. He pushes himself away from Luke, wiping at his face.

Julie offers him her hand and he grabs it immediately.

Carlos corrects himself with another eyeroll, “Her. You thought I’d refuse to be here if I was just ‘weirded out’ by snakes?” Carlos accentuates the words with finger quotes. 

“She’s harmless!” Julie cries.

“Well, mostly,” Reggie murmurs woefully. “If you’re not small and adorable.”

“I’m small and adorable!” Julie pouts. 

Reggie squeezes her hand in silent comfort. “And squeaky,” he adds. “You’re not squeaky.”

Julie grins at that. “Not most of the time, anyway.”

“Anyway,” Carlos interjects from his position by the door. “I came, I saw, I’m leaving. You can find someone else to help with your weird pet. It won’t be me.”

The five of them watch him leave in stunned silence before Willie realizes that he’d probably not driven himself there. They run after him, stopping to grab the keys and slip on their shoes on the way. 

Willie just manages to get his second shoe on when Carlos pops his head back in the door. 

“Yes, I’ll drive you home,” Willie tells him preemptively.

“Thanks.” Carlos waves back at the others, “Bye! Good luck with…” he gestures toward Julie and Reggie, “that.”

He disappears out the door again and Willie follows him. “Try not to inflict any more trauma on them!” they call out as they shut the door.

“Is it… is she… done?” Julie asks with a small voice.

Luke hazards a look into Peony’s enclosure. “Well, as done as she can be for now,” he tells her.

“Do they have to be,” Reggie shudders and Luke wraps an arm around his shoulders, “alive?”

“We tried,” Alex explains slowly, “but unfortunately she’s a bit picky. We didn’t want you to have to see it.”

“So when Willie had that…” Julie trails off.

Luke turns to her with a sad look in his eyes, “Yeah, Peony snack.”

Julie takes a deep breath and leans her head back, holding back a fresh set of tears. She crawls into Alex’s sweater as best she can. He groans but doesn’t otherwise fight her. He even tries to give her some extra space. It’s an emergency situation and if anyone’s going to be granted the right to stretch it out, it’s Julie. He almost goes as far as offering to take it off for her but stops when she glares at him. 

After another deep breath, Julie speaks up again, “Okay, Peony snack. I guess now we know.”

“And you can tell us when it’s time to feed her and we’ll just make sure we’re somewhere else,” Reggie adds. He shudders, “Anywhere else.”

“But now we have to figure out what to do if we can’t rely on Carlos,” Luke says. “She won’t last our full tour without food.”

“I’m sure there’s somebody who can help. And if not, I guess we’ll just have to hire someone,” Alex responds with a sigh. They don’t yet make enough money to spend on too much frivolity and none of them will be very excited to lose what little they do have to a pet sitter. Even if it’s only once a week.

“We have time,” Julie assures them. They still have a few months until their next tour kicks off.

“Guess Luke had a point,” Reggie pouts. He quickly raises a finger and sticks it in Luke’s face. “Not a word!”

Luke mimes zipping his mouth closed but can’t mask the beaming look on his face. It intensifies with Julie’s giggle. 

“Who knew Carlos was scared of snakes?” she wonders aloud. Julie grins as she shakes her head in amusement, “You think you know a person.”

—

Luke sighs as he takes in their wall of tanks and enclosures, each housing a different pet that he’d somehow been talked into. “You say no to one dog,” he mutters under his breath. “How did this even happen?” he wonders aloud, slightly louder than before and Julie manages to hear him and laughs as she walks over to stand beside him.

“Peony loves her friends. And now she’s not lonely when we’re gone,” she tells him with a grin.

“She’s a freaking snake,” Luke mumbles. “How lonely can she get?”

Julie chuckles and pats him on the shoulder before handing him his guitar, “Well, think of it this way: now you have a built-in audience for rehearsals.”

Luke groans as he slips the guitar strap over his head, “Fine.”

“Could have just said yes to the dog!” Alex chimes in from his spot behind his drumkit and Luke glares at him. “But I do love Crush and Squirt, so thanks for that,” he grins at Luke and is met with another harsh glare.

“No more!” Luke insists as he settles in behind his microphone and nods his head toward Julie and Reggie to get themselves situated which they quickly do.

“Yes, Dad!” Reggie giggles as he nods toward Alex who counts them in.

[crediblebombthreat]

Elden Ring DLC Build -- Democracy!

Non-Fromsoft people encouraged to vote. I want to be able to blame as many people as possible.

Considerations for each option:

Dexterity: Lean hard into parries. Do four-digit criticals with the Miséricorde. Ruin people's evenings by being smarter than them in PvP. Probably has the most options of the new weapon types in the DLC (notably the goofiest ones). A lot of people will be playing DEX, so I'm not gonna get hipster points...but I can make up for it by not using katanas. Biggest downside is that

Strength: Dunk with overwhelming force. Scare the shit out of people on elevators. The DLC adds throwing weapons, and one of them is a great hammer that you swing around Super Mario 64 style to throw. Doesn't look like it'll have as many new toys, unfortunately. Might be wrong.

Faith/Intelligence: Notably undercooked archetype in the base game, looking to actually be fleshed out in the DLC. Makes use of most magic systems in the game, but excels at evil stuff (skeletons, evil, curses, etc) and -- paradoxically -- high-utility and holy damage miracles. Kinda' ass in PvP, but that won't mean too much until about a month in; most of the people who play this game panic when they're invaded. The closest I'll willingly go to a mage build, and it's on thin ice -- casting spells is boring, especially considering the new weapon archetypes they're going to drop.

DEX/STR: Allows me to dip my toes in both weapon archetypes and find out what I like the most for my 2nd playthrough. Will probably be great for light greatswords, a new archetype that makes your character move like a warrior princess. Not very exciting, but there's a chance it's the best build for the new martial arts weapon type. In which case it's super exciting!

Dragon Cleric: Ultimate glass cannon build that can nevertheless ruin people's evenings by one-shotting them. Has a suite of offensive options, ranging from "biting really hard" to "vaping in the enemy's face to give them tuberculosis." Has something for basically every situation. Kind of a one-trick pony, though -- it relies on a lot of buffs, and if you don't kill something in like two hits you are basically forced to scoop up your own balls and run.

Arcane Scum: Utilize various status effects to irritate people and boost my damage. Or go bleed and just win. I don't see them nerfing statuses in the DLC, but I really hope they do. It's not even fun using bleed to burst down people and bosses anymore. Can be combined with STR or DEX to make some interesting builds, but they're both scummy in their own ways. Bloody Helice is probably the only honorable weapon to use.

Faith: Faith alone is actually kind of boring, only a few steps up from 😪Mage😪. However, mixing it with DEX or STR is dope. DEX/FAI opens up a lot of lightning options, inluding the absolutely wonderful Bolt of Gransax. DEX/STR offers fire, and has an entire class of incantations designed around it. Faith is flexible, which is great since a lot of enemies have immunity to faith-based damage types (fire, holy, lightning, tax evasion, etc). There are always different options when you make a faith build...and this DLC will offer even more. Really, there are a few too many options, and unfortunately a lack of focus can make Elden Ring exhausting. Since I want to relax and enjoy the DLC, I'd need to pick a few solid weapons and stick with them. Ironically, this is kind of limiting.

[discoursedeity]

3 HOURS LEFT, KEEP VOTING FNAF FANS!

This is the last post I'm gonna do for this poll, but again, Fnaf fans, we HAVE to stick together.

We have been bullied SO much by other Fandoms in this entire tournament, some of them hate us and just want us to lose because they just dont like fnaf, some said they wanted to kill us with hammers for liking fnaf, others slandered us by calling us women hating bigots for liking fnaf. But we managed to beat all of them in these polls to get to this final round in this bracket.

The last round, everyone was nice. But now, people are back to calling us things like homophobes. This hate and shame is being cast on the ENTIRE Fnaf Fandom, not just those who like the Daycare Attendant. So PLEASE ALL FNAF FANS, drop by and give your vote to the Daycare Attendant. This is about the Fandom, all of us deserve to be able to exist here on tumblr and enjoy fnaf without being shamed, insulted and blindly hated and bullied.

So stick together and VOTE SUN/MOON FNAF FANS!

[garglyswoof]

tagged by @stars-and-darkness to post a poll of my wips but i don't really have a following to do that with and there would be 1.5 votes and i'm not here to feel bad about myself all the time so here, just have a snippet of witch!klaus bc the spirit is motivation is it not? to that end i tag @ninzied @carry-the-sky bc i miss both of your writing - here's how to actually do the tag Caroline’s been around long enough to learn that every witch has their own signature, something in the magic that renders its pattern unique, magical DNA you can feel. Bonnie’s magic always carries something in it that feels like...the feathers of a raven, if you were to ask her to put it into words. 

Which is distinctly not the feeling that crackles amidst the magical chains pulled taut around Caroline’s wrists, but still, there’s something familiar about it, and right now Caroline is trying to pin it down as an alternative to freaking out. She gives another experimental tug at the band of light that’s wrapped around her wrists and bites her lip to keep from screaming. It burns, worse than vervain, and when she figures out who’s caught her in this trap and why, she’s going to have a few words with them. 

The problem is she’s not entirely sure how to get out of this predicament. She’d dropped her clutch when the magic took hold, more out of surprise than the bite of pain - she’s well used to pain, thanks for asking - and it sits with her cell inside a few mocking feet away. She’s not far back from the street, but her hoarse voice attests to the strength of whatever damnably familiar magic is keeping her veiled from passerby. Her arms are strung up, magically chained to a point somewhere up on the building’s painted brick wall, and as she watches a girl dressed to the nines walk by the alleyway, heedless to her shouts, she idly makes a note to pick up a pair of her same boots in red. Can’t let a magical chaining ruin everything.

Nice night on the town, she thinks wryly, staring down at her own shoes where dirt from the alleyway is smudged up the stacked heel. And that’s when she gets truly pissed, because you know, she had a whole evening planned, and getting caught in some sadistic witch’s trap was not in the Yelp review for dancing all night at Cielo’s. She grits her teeth, plants one foot firmly on the wall behind her, and prepares for the burn. She turns her head as her senses register the harsh snap of a voice, but she’s committed in her movement and she violently shoves off the wall, wrists hammering down as she tries to use her vampire strength to dislodge the spell from the building. The lack of friction confuses her, and the ground rises up to greet her face as she falls, untethered. Her fists slam into leather and a pair of hands slide beneath her shoulders and drag her up moments before she hits the ground.

Whoever this is smells impossibly good, she thinks, before raising her eyes to a pair of smirking lips she’d recognize anywhere.

“Hello, love.”

[dontmeantobepoliticalbut]

Two years after the mass shooting at Robb Elementary School in Uvalde, Texas, the Biden campaign released a new digital ad that hammers former President Donald Trump on gun control.

"We honor those we lost in Uvalde," the ad says in text that appears over a black screen. As "Ave Maria" plays, the text continues, and an altar memorializing the 19 children and two teachers in the 2022 massacre appears and then transitions to photos of President Biden and first lady Jill Biden visiting Uvalde soon afterward.

"Joe Biden expanded background checks, and is fighting to ban assault weapons," the text reads.

Over a video of a mouth speaking, the words "Donald Trump did nothing to keep us safe" appear.

The ad concludes with a final image of the Bidens at a Uvalde memorial and the words, "I'll never forget, I'll never stop fighting."

The 30-second ad is part of the campaign's seven-figure media ad buy for May targeting Latino voters. It will run in the battleground states of Arizona, Pennsylvania, and Nevada and will also include subtitles in Spanish.

This is the Uvalde ad:

"No family should have to experience the pain and trauma that families in Uvalde will continue to experience for the rest of their lives," Julie Chavez Rodriguez, the Biden-Harris campaign manager said in a statement. "As guns remain the number one cause of death for young people in America, President Biden and Vice President Harris understand the urgency of this crisis and have brought bipartisan leaders together to deliver historic action to combat gun violence."

It's the latest effort by the Biden campaign to target Hispanic voters in key states where Latino voters are expected to play a critical role in determining the outcome of the election in November.

In 2020, President Biden won Arizona by less than 11,000 votes. This year, one in four Arizona voters will be Latino. The latest CBS poll shows Mr. Biden is currently trailing Trump by 5 points.

With six months left before the election, the Biden campaign has been ramping up its attacks on Trump.

On the same day the Uvalde ad was released, the campaign also dropped a new TV spot narrated by actor Robert De Niro. The ad "Snapped" set to run across battleground states, focuses on Trump's past presidency as the Biden campaign intends to sway voters away from their political rival.

"We knew Trump was out of control when he was president," the ad says. "Then he lost the 2020 election and snapped." A series of phrases appear — "dictator," "bloodbath," "terminate the Constitution" — in an effort to paint a dark and disturbing picture of what a second term for Trump would look like.

The De Niro-narrated ad is part of the campaign's strategy to ramp up its attacks in the month ahead of the first general election presidential debate, which is set for June 27, in Atlanta.

Here's the De Niro ad:

[towritecomicsonherarms]

How would you rate the fan voted outcomes to Marvel vs DC miniseries?

I answered this one many many moons ago (over 5 years ago). Haven't read this since then but i cannot see any of my opinions changing.

Copy and pasting what i put then.

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I assume you mean the crossover comic from 1996

well

pasted from wiki

There were eleven battles fought between the two universes:

Aquaman (DC) vs. Namor (Marvel). Aquaman wins by summoning a whale to leap out of the water and land on Namor.  Since Namor is pinned and unable to move, he is declared the loser.

Elektra (Marvel) vs. Catwoman (DC). Elektra won by cutting off Catwoman’s whip as she hung from a girder on a building under construction, but Catwoman survived by falling into a dumpster filled with sand.

Flash (DC) vs. Quicksilver (Marvel). The Flash wins using superior speed.

Robin (DC) vs. Jubilee (Marvel). Robin won by using his cape as a decoy and then tying up Jubilee.

Silver Surfer (Marvel) vs. Green Lantern (DC). Silver Surfer won when both collided with each other and released a huge explosion which knocked out Green Lantern but left Silver Surfer unfazed.

Thor (Marvel) vs. Captain Marvel (DC). Thor won when Captain Marvel was forced to change back to his alter ego Billy. Billy tried to change back, but Thor used Mjolnir to intercept the lightning-bolt that would have transformed him back to normal, the resulting impact knocking Billy out and sending Thor’s hammer flying off.

Superman (DC) vs. Hulk (Marvel). After exchanging punches and a burst of heat-vision, Superman wins eventually.

Spider-Man (Marvel) vs. Superboy (DC). With the advantage of his spider-sense, Spider-Man wins by tying up Superboy with impact webbing and electrocuting him with high voltage.

Batman (DC) vs. Captain America (Marvel). The match ends in uncertainty—though both are evenly matched after hours of combat, a sudden flushing of the sewer knocks Cap off balance as Batman manages to strike him with a Batarang. Batman rescues Cap from certain death via drowning, but Cap’s unconsciousness from nearly drowning causes him to lose.

Wolverine (Marvel) vs. Lobo (DC). Wolverine beats Lobo in a brutal barfight which was largely off panel.

Storm (Marvel) vs. Wonder Woman (DC). After Diana drops Thor’s hammer in order to allow the fight to happen as it was intended, Storm wins the battle after repeatedly hitting Diana with her lightning after a brief melee encounter.

1 - Yeah. Why not. Both very evenly matched

2 - Why wasn’t Elektra fighting someone.. better? Or they should have had Black Cat fight Catwoman.

3 - This is 100% right.

4 - Most people could beat Jubilee. This is the correct result.

5 - Silver Surfer could trash the entire lantern corps by himself. Correct.

6 - This is the correct result but i would have also accepted the best Captain Marvel winning as it is plausible.

7  -Superman whipping Hulk silly is the 100% correct result.

8 - I believe this one was a fan vote. My boy Spidey should have lost this one. Easily.

9 - Batman is a superior fighter to Cap. Cap is a superior human to Batman. He can go beyond what a human is capable of. Should have been Cap.

10 - This was a fan vote. Lobo would eat Wolverine. That is not a typo.

11 - Another ridiculous fan vote. A bolt of lightning beats Wonder Woman. 100% pure nonsense. I love Storm. She’s so underrated and powerful but.. beating Wonder Woman with some lightning? Nope.

So in conclusion.

[princesscolumbia]

So as I write this it's the 22nd of July, and that means that I've lost nearly 2 weeks of quality writing time. My goal had been to get through a full month's worth of backlog for Code of Ethics on the Mon./Thurs. release schedule before switching over something else, probably knocking out a short story or two before turning the crank on Goldrush, CO.

That, obviously, isn't happening.

So as my hand is still feeling kinda burny if I hold it wrong and the pain slowly ratchets more and more if I type too much, it looks like I may have just enough time to finish one #AU Roulette 2024 entry before jumping into something else.

If you missed my post on #AU Roulette 2024, here's the story ideas I came up with based on the prompts I got for the event:

Divine Beans - Donut Joe is getting on in years and expanded his offerings from his beloved donuts to include coffee, and in the years since he's catered to many, many customers...but none quite so unusual as the two that showed up on the twentieth anniversary of Princess Twilight's coronation. Big Enough - Adora's retiring. After nearly a decade of hunting down rogues and outlaws, she did one too many jobs that made her feel dirtier than a pair of riding boots at the end of a long ride. She finds a small town that's not likely to have ever heard of her and moves out to live out the rest of her days...but doesn't expect one of the most notorious gang leaders she'd ever faced to be in the same little town. In Plain Sight - Sunset is the producer of the show 'Un/Known,' where the hosts seek to prove or disprove the existence of ghosts and cryptids. The hosts are the ever sensible Applejack, known for her down-to-earth attitude, skepticism of the supernatural, and methodical approach to their investigations and the wildcard Rainbow Dash, ever ready to charge right in and ready to believe in even the wildest supernatural stories. Behind the scenes, Rarity does their make-up and wardrobe. Fluttershy is the animal wrangler, often discovering that a 'haunting' was just a poor critter that wandered where it didn't belong. On both the technical advisory side and the in-field editor angle is Twilight Sparkle, also known to their fans as "SciTwi," who brings a level of lore knowledge and research that boggles even the most die-hard believers in their audience. Pinkie Pie is...there. Nobody's quite sure what she does or how she follows them from shoot to shoot, but she's not on the payroll and apparently is completely oblivious to the fact that she's on a show, she just insists on "hanging out with her friends." To everyone's frustration, she's not a cryptid. What none of the rest know is that Sunset is a cryptid. An alien to this universe, to be specific. She's been able to keep this a secret for years now...but there's a report of a new cryptid appearing in the form of a tall, willowy woman (with "Big Mom energy" according to a local witness) in exactly the small, suburban town she first arrived on this world in, and worse, she suspects she knows exactly who the new 'cryptid' is.

So which of these three short stories should I hammer out in the time between when my hand stops burninating and the end of the month? (I'm leaning toward "In Plain Sight," but you all probably know I'm a total slut for "Momlestia adopts Sunset")

Want to vote? Head on over to my Patreon and let me know in the members-only poll. It's in the free tier, so you don't have to drop any money to pitch in with your opinion.