Call me Gooseman, She/Her, late 20's. Haven't been on Tumblr in 10 years, please be patient while I relearn how to do things. NO AI (Artificial Intelligence) posts please!
My people!! Please, please PLEAASSSEE, Give me your top 5 music/band recommendations. I have sooo much music already, but I am desperate for mooooooooorrreeeeeee.
bit of a rambling Rant type thing. So, for those of you maybe not in the know, in North America right now, a school app known as Canvas has had a second mass data breach that I want to spread awareness about. If you, or any children you know, have done ANY online schooling since roughly 2023, your info is AT RISK. I'm talking, your (or kids) social security number, IEPs, passwords, school emails, etc.
Canvas and the parent company, Instructure (owned by kkr investment), had a databreach before this most recent one. They assured people that it was under control. Clearly not the case!!
I just wanted to let any students or parents on tumblr know, GO FUCKIN HAM! It's time to go looking at lawyer options and firms to sue the shit outta Canvas and Instructure.
John Price, when he's able to be, is always put together and that includes his shoes.
He keeps his appearance clean, crisp, controlled. Even years after leaving the service, your husband still clings to any influence he has over how others perceive him. Anything but the old veteran who means nothing.
Which is to say, he keeps his shoes clean. Polishes the leather, conditions and cleans it. It's a routine for him, always keeping them presentable. You've never once been out of the house with your husband without him flaunting those shoes.
Right now, they are being trampled on by tiny muddy shoes.
"Ah, balance little miss, hold my hands." He coos down at your little girl. She laughs, high and loud, tiny hands gripping two of johns fingers tight in her palm.
Price slowly steps in circles around the kitchen, rain battering against the window. His sweet daughter keeps her little feet planted atop his shoes, so whoever he steps so does she, like a waltz. "Ah, there you go, pumpkin. Yer a natural."
You watch from the doorway as price lets his daughter get mud well into the creases of his shoes. His shoes, always kept so clean, now dirtited so his daughter can dance with Papa in the kitchen at night.
You smile when you realize in the morning that he didn't clean his shoes, instead keeping your daughter tucked close to his chest.
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“I’m sorry, could I have a moment with the In- with Lady Lavellan?”
The poor Chantry healer looks so relieved to not be witness to this. She hurriedly curtsies with a mumble to find food and drink for him and all but runs from the room, the heavy wooden door closing behind her with a surprising soft click. Both Rook and Lavellan share an amused look before her eyes turn serious again. With another sigh, Rook motions for Lavellan to get comfortable. Once mostly comfortable and settled, she speaks with a soft question.
“I assume this has to do with you calling me “Inquisitor”?”
“More than you realize.”
or
Instead of being sent to Solas’ Fade Prison, Warden Rook is sent back 10 years into the past during the height of The Inquisition's founding.
Neve might actually kill him this time.
Alright I'm finally biting the bullet here and posting this.
The anxiety about posting this was oof. So here we go!
I hope you all enjoy reading this and are patient with me as I continue working on and posting it. No solid posting schedule yet, but I shall let you know soon hopefully.
Thank you @choc0goblin-hellspawn for beta-reading this 💕
And thank you @halla-hunts-the-wolf for letting me talk through some scenes to get this thing moving 💕
I really appreciate ya'lls support
Do you think in pokemon ancient times when capturing and training pokemon was a rare and expert process, that young princes and princesses and the like would be presented with the finest, youngest pokemon that their vassals could catch as they came of age, to select one to be their personal companion? As like a reflection of their power & authority & ability to tame the nation, even things so unruly and frightening as pokemon? And if you were the vassal who presented the chosen pokemon it was a feather in your cap?
Do you think that's where the idea of the starter pokemon came from? Over time, as taming pokemon became more commonplace and accessible, more of the lower ranking nobility and merchant class wanted to show off their station by invoking similar rituals, until eventually it became a coming-of-age ritual that was standard for most families?
And whereas once the pokemon for royalty would be vetted by the scholars and wisemen and court wizards of the era, these were eventually replaced by actual pokemon experts, until every community had at least one such local expert whose job included preparing and/or approving starter pokemon for the kids?
Cause like. Now I can't stop thinking about it. Emperors trying to acquire exotic pokemon from foreign lands for their heirs. A queen scouring the land for pokemon experts after her ten-year-old chooses a particularly hard-to-tame companion. Murmurings about this or that ambitious lord who skirted the edges of propriety by awarding a rejected starer to his own son, instead of passing it along to the military as would be custom. Princesses showing favor to their chosen knights by sending their pokemon over with a token for the jousts. Rumblings over the succession because the new King never did manage to train his starter pokemon, but his younger, more charismatic brother rides his into battle. Assassins targeting pokemon companions to discredit and punish the political rivals of their employers, because kinslaying might be taboo but there are no divine laws against shooting your cousin's kangaskhan.
#dude holy shit. Im going to be thinking about this all night now#pokemon#i could also see this leading into the canon 'starter' pokemon because theyre easier to train but become incredibly powerful.#could also explain why those pokemon arn't so commonplace in the modern day - they were sort of obsessed over and so their numbers declined#like pokemon are in the churches they're on the battlefield of COURSE noblilty would get weird about them#dragon types are incredibly difficult to train but the status of having a Salamence to soar over your lands and your troups with? unmatched#The rich hiring the best pokeball craftsmen they can find to make the ball both aesthetically pleasing and have a better catch rate#also even having a more common pokemon thats TRAINED well than its still better to have a rare exotic pokemon that hates you#Young children would know that their parents are going select their options. Would they make requests?#Would it be considered gauche to only allow them to choose between three of the same type because it would be beneficial to their future?#POKEMON DRESSED UP FOR COURT?!#Would it be an honor or a disgrace for one's starter to be an egg from their parents pokemon?#A lord is deeply distraught that his daughter didn't show for her selection of a gothita#a nidoran#or a shinx because#she found a weird colored feebas the kitchens rejected for soup and now its her best friend#a decade later and she and her shiny milotic are the talk of upper society#BRO (@thesadisticsiren peer reviewed damn these are good thoughts)
Alright yall. Me deep in my depression Era rn. I'm attempting to keep indoor plants to help boost my mood a little. But I need advice.
Ive been farming for nearly my entire life, but indoor/decorative plants have very different needs. I can plant, care for, and harvest corn, but I have no fucking clue what to do for a ficus.
So, plant parents, throw any advice you have at me. Good plants to grow indoors(multi purpose plants are great but not needed), potting soil, can I use my own compost mix that I use for farming, etc.
I don't want to go into this blind. Thanks for any help ahead of time!
Edit: I do currently have an herb garden, but that is, mentally, part of farming, and therefore work. I grow mint(dried for tea and used to make salves and toothpaste), basil, oregano, chamomile(ik its a flower but it's medically useful) etc. Most of these get dried and jarred and traded to my fellow neighbors for other goods.
Yall ever wonder if karma is legit? Like....do people who do bad things actually catch retribution from the universe? And people who do good things receive good back?
Cause honestly? Right now I could sure use some good, and there are a lot of people who could use some bad coming to them....
drunk ramblings: Y'ever think about how vulnerable and intimate sleeping around someone is?
Like actually think about it.
You sleep near someone, a partner, a friend, a loved one, and know that they will see you at your most unconscious, vulnerable state.
Legs spread, pillow crushed to your chest, blankets spread over you.
I am awake while my husband and children sleep, and feel oddly honored that I am so...trusted?
Its a humbling thing to have people feel comfy enough to be their most vulnerable in your vicinity. And it made me think of how many others not in my immediate family who feel that way.
Alright yall, open question to anyone who can offer advice.
This is my main blog, or it's gonna be at least. I think I'm gonna make a secondary blog specifically for my own art and concept ideas. Which means, I'm able to be less....picky? Questioning? About reblogs and stuff. For aesthetic reasons I've been keeping chill about reblogs even if I want them to be all up on my page lol.
But that means this blog will just be a fun fan thingy have all my personal art moved to a separate place.
Does this work and is it possible to link my potential new art blog to this fan one or should it be totally seperate?
I want to write a book called “your character dies in the woods” that details all the pitfalls and dangers of being out on the road & in the wild for people without outdoors/wilderness experience bc I cannot keep reading narratives brush over life threatening conditions like nothing is happening.
I just read a book by one of my favorite authors whose plots are essentially airtight, but the MC was walking on a country road on a cold winter night and she was knocked down and fell into a drainage ditch covered in ice, broke through and got covered in icy mud and water.
Then she had a “miserable” 3 more miles to walk to the inn.
This book already exists, sort of! Or at least, it’s a biology textbook but I bought it for writing purposes:
It starts with a chapter about freezing to death, and it is without a doubt the scariest thing I’ve read in years (and I read a lot of horror fiction).
This book is mostly complete, but, because science denies myth, there's no real info regarding the more.....magical aspects of human danger and survival.
As an Appalachian, I feel I can speak to some things for survival in the woods and mountains on the east coast of the US at least.
If you hear something in the woods, no you didn't. Mind your business.
If you hear whistling, do NOT whistle back.
If you need to communicate, yodle. (It's believed that "creatures" can't copy the undulations of human vocals.)
if a bird(crows are most common) starts following you, be afraid. You are NOT in a disney movie. That bird is alerting a larger creature to come feast on you.
“never kill yourself” is such a funny phrase to me that i think it’s accidently started working. its like an affrimation. say ‘never kill yourself’ enough times as a joke and maybe you won’t try to kill yourself over minor inconviences anymore
I've been binge watching "historical Chinese Dramas" all fuckin' day.
Are....are these the new soap operas? The new version of telenovellas? Am I....becoming my granny with 'As the World Turns'????????
I know I have been spiritually ready for retirement since 19, and I've leaned hard into Granny Core, but I think I am finally realizing the appeal of dramas and it makes me feel genuinely OLD!!
To all my zoomer and gen alpha neighbors, please don't hit me with the 'OK Boomer', I may cry.
Kyle can never sit down while visiting Johnny. At first it was kinda cute how this supposed demon cat actually liked him and chose him for her seat. He got to pet her while she calmly lounged in his lap, or draped over his shoulders, or sat on his hand if he rested it on the couch arm long enough. But god forbid he try to get up from that spot and move around.
According to Gadget this was an offence of the highest order, one that was heralded by loud yelling and dramatic shuffling around his person while he stood there in distress. If he wandered too far then she would resort to herding him or even pulling on his clothing if he evaded her long enough.
“nOO!”
“Gadget please-”
“NO”
“For fucks sake I just want the bathroom!”
“hOW daArR”
Drastic times called for drastic measures Kyle decided as he made a move to vault himself over the couch to race for the bathroom door. Gadget’s enraged yelling behind him still haunted him to this day.
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Simon found Gadget plastered up against the bathroom door, apparently trying to squeeze herself under the door to get inside. Not an unusual sight, she frequently tries to do this when one of them is in the shower for some reason.
“...HeLoooO!”
“Gadget, who are you talking to?”
“KYLE”
“Make her go away, Simon!” Kyle's muffled voice from behind the door sounds nervous, something very unlike the Sergeant.
“What’d she do, Gaz?”
“Fuckin’ won’t let me leave!”
“...the bathroom?”
“Anywhere! Soon as I try an get up she flips out!”
Simon hums in response, but diligently scoops up Gadget to get her out of the way so he can place her in timeout in Johnny’s room. She of course takes this poorly - but knows better than to bite Simon - and thus decides the best course of action is to turn into a liquid to try and ooze out of Simon's grip.
(It doesn’t work.)
And she screams from behind the bedroom door the rest of the time that Kyle is there for his visit.
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They quickly realize that Gadget can and will go to extreme lengths to keep Kyle in one spot. Usually it’s just her starting to growl to show her displeasure at the idea of Kyle moving. If he persists in moving though, then she’ll start slapping, digging her claws in and then finally devolving into garbled demonic screaming as she tries to herd him back to his original spot. Sometimes she’ll grab the cuffs of his pants to try and physically drag him back to where he started. Not even bite his pants mind you - she will actually use her paws to grab onto his pant cuffs and drag him around. It’s very unnerving for poor Kyle.
But after she starts devolving into her more aggressive herding techniques, Johnny decides it’s probably best for Kyle's sanity to keep Gadget in his bedroom where she can’t bother him too much. This usually works just fine. Gadget will scream her displeasure but will eventually quiet down after being bribed with treats from under the door to stay quiet.
Until Christmas.
All of the 141 are over at Johnny’s for Christmas by some sort of scheduling miracle, and Kyle is the last to arrive. He walks in the front door, eyes darting around like he’s looking for hidden enemies around the corners, slowly easing himself into the kitchen space where he can gently depotise the collection of bread rolls he’s brought with him for dinner. Simon takes pity on him - informing him of Gadget's imprisonment to the bedroom.
“She’s already shut in mate, you’re good.”
They can all see the way Kyle’s shoulders immediately relax, making them all laugh. And for the next few hours everything is fine. Kyle relaxes more and eventually forgets why he was so anxious in the first place, happily lounging in one of the armchairs as they watch one of the games playing on the TV. He’s free to move about the living room and kitchen without having to worry about a small demon chasing him around to get back in his seat.
Once it’s finally time to sit for the dinner Simon has been working on - they all sit, laughing and enjoying the relaxed company of each other outside of a military base or mission for once. Kyle is helping set the table with the dishes Simon and John made for them, only moving to settle into his seat once everything is laid out. He’s sitting down, laughing at something Johnny is winging about while reaching for his glass and then -
- the feeling of two small paws being pressed into his thigh.
Kyle is immediately up and out of his seat with a yelp, knocking his chair over in the process as he backs up and away from the table as fast as he can. The sudden action has Johnny doing a spittake, Simon is now also up and out of his chair with concern, and John is trying to make sure none of the glasses on the table have tipped over while he curses Kyle out.
“-’wa the fuck, mate!? You alrigh’?”
Kyle's response is to only point silently to where he can see two yellow eyes, glaring at him with displeasure from behind his knocked over chair.
Dead. Silence.
And then -
“Gadget!?”
“How the fuck did she get out!?”
“Did you leave the door open?”
“No! I swear I locked it as well.”
It turns out, when Gadget really puts her mind to something, she is able to pull off some Ocean's 11 type bullshit to get what she wants. In this case - breaking open the air vent in Johnny’s room and essentially tunneling her way out until she broke open the vent in the office, where the door had not been purposely kept closed.
“KyLEee”
“NO Gadget!”
Kyle is now sitting on one of the kitchen counters while Gadget is stretching up to try and grab onto him. He can hear Johnny mutter a soft but heartfelt “for fucks sake, Gadg” as he comes over to pick up his strange cat and take her away.
They manage to put her back into the bedroom with more advanced security measures (both office and bedroom doors closed this time and the vents screwed back into place with heavy boxes now on top of them so she can’t try and break them again). She’s silent for a while until she inevitably discovers she’s truly trapped and decides now is the acceptable time to start screaming.
Johnny’s elderly neighbor even comes by to make sure everything is ok since he can hear Gadget screaming from downstairs. Johnny is sheepish in explaining why Gadget is screaming, Simon is resigned, John keeps laughing at Kyle, and Kyle has his head down on the table in mortification.
Kyle is only able to relax once dinner is back on track, most of them laughing at the absurdity that is Gadget and her weird fixation on keeping Kyle in one spot.
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Soap: I figured it out!!
Price: figured what out?
Soap: why gadget hates it so much when Gaz moves around
Gaz: do tell
Soap: we had to move the couch today and I swear she was doin the same things she does to Gaz.
Soap: yelling, grabbing, even started biting to try and move it back
Gaz: ????
Price: are you telling me she sees Gaz as Furniture?
Soap: she must!
Gaz: Furniture !!! ???
Soap: she doesn’t so this for anything else
Ghost: She really doesn’t. Even called the couch Kyle.
Gaz: I’m fucking furnature to her????
Gaz: I’m never coming over again I swear to god
Gaz: fuck you and your weird cat
Ghost: ❤❤❤
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a/n:
Merry Christmas! 🎄
A slightly late gift to y'all, I hope you enjoy it 💕
And I hope everyone has had a wonderful holiday season so far, full of good food, good family, and Zero Drama ❤❤❤
Thank you again to @choc0goblin-hellspawn for helping and inspiring me with all these Gadget shenanigans 💕
half rambling sleepy thoughts. I'm horny but also want angst...
Deep, sensual love-making. Amazing intimacy with skin on skin contact.
Kisses that feel like an invitation from the divines. Love shared between breaths.
Sweat, spice, sex, the most intense scents that stick to your clothes, skin, inside your nose, burrowed in your brain.
Orgasms and climaxes. Dopamine hits the brain. Relaxing muscles, sagging into each other just seeking that touch, that brace. Melding into one being for a split second.
...
That second, being all it takes to come back.
To reality.
To life.
The feelings recede. The sensations and scents and senses returning to equilibrium.
That connection? Over.
That brief, shared Love? Dissipates like mist in the suns light.
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