#slem

[whatachaos]

So,,,,, I'm reading Carving Through the Dark by @kg-clark-inthedark (tHANK YOU FOR THE FOOD) and I HAD to doodle some of chapter 6 scenes because I sCREAMED

I HOPE IT'S OK!!!!!!

(also don't know how to draw sci-fi enviroments so a beam is all I could muster but) PLEASE GO READ IT THANK YOU BYE

[clarkthetimed]

An angsty little comic I made for chapter 8 of my lem/sleeper fic, Carving Through the Dark :)

[kg-clark-inthedark]

Carving Through the Dark

Chapter: 9/?

Fandom: Citizen Sleeper

Pairing: Lem/Sleeper

Total Words: 29,175

It's date night!!!!!!!!!!!

Chapter preview under the cut:

Well it took a bit of convincing, maybe even some shameless begging, but I finally managed to wrangle Esther into sitting for us again. Turns out Mina wasn’t a fan of the temporary sitter I got to replace Sleeper. And while nobody can compare to Sleeper in Mina’s eyes, Esther’s still someone stable in her life. That’s not something I’d easily give up. I pay upfront now of course, an expected contingency after having let Esther down so many times. 

“It’s nothing personal,” Esther says in the doorway of my unit. I finish counting out payment and place the chits in her outstretched hand.

“I know.” I shoulder my work bag with a polite nod. “I appreciate the second chance. So does Mina.”

Esther’s eyes crinkle with a pitying smile and after pocketing the chits she reaches up to pull her long, graying hair into a low ponytail. She glances inside past me and that familiar shame bubbles up. The unit feels smaller and more worn every time someone looks at it, even if they’ve been here before.

“You’re a good, young man, Lem,” Esther offers in that doting, matriarchal tone that led me to hire her in the first place. As I step aside to let her in, Mina, who’s been curled up in the living room all morning, finally looks up from the masterpiece she’s been drawing on her slate.

“Good morning, little one,” Esther says in her usual calm rasp. “Looks like we’re spending the cycle together.”

Mina, the one bright spot of color amongst her otherwise drab surroundings, grins at Esther from the couch but doesn’t hop up to greet her the way she does whenever Sleeper arrives. Instead, she directs her attention to me after a moment.

“Ask Robot, okay?” she says, reminding me of a promise I made at her request last night.

“I will. I’m sure they’ll be thrilled to visit again soon.” With that, I bid them both goodbye and hit the walkway.

Continue reading on ao3...

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[classicalmonuments]

Temple of Salim

Salim/Slem/Slim, Hauran, Syria

2nd/3rd century CE

temple of medium size. The building faced the east. The south parastade, or anta-wall, which is extremely thick, and in which there were a small, stone- roofed chamber and a stair, is preserved to a height of over 3 m. The northeast angle of the opposite parastade is preserved to its full height of over 12 metres. 

The remainder of the temple plan is to be traced only in foundation walls that are almost hidden in fallen building stones. The temple was set on a high podium with rich base mouldings. Its plan is most unusual; for the anta-walls project very far, and are thick enough to contain chambers. Between these antae were two pairs of columns. The ends of the antae are provided with two pilasters, the inner ones 0.81 m. wide to correspond with the columns, the outer pair 1.16 m. wide. 

The wide pilasters were reproduced along the flanks of the temple, six on a side, and upon the rear wall. The interior plan is much more difficult to extricate from the debris. There are certainly two piers which carried a transverse arch over the middle of the cella. At the west end there is an apse, or niche, 2.65 m. wide, with a narrow chamber beside it on the north, and, presumably, a similar chamber on the south. Among the ruins at this point are drums of several columns of smaller scale than the exterior columns, and these I have placed in front of the west wall in the manner already seen in the interior of the Tychaion at is-Sanamen. The podium is perfectly preserved below the two parastades; between them there is no sign of a wall but only a depression filled with debris. 

It must be that a flight of steps ascended at this point; but this leaves no footing for the two columns which stood between the antae- pilasters to carry the entablature above. Among the debris here I found a cap, like the top of a pedestal, with mouldings like the cap of the podium. It was not in place, but lay nearly in line with the two pilasters. In the restoration of the facade I have used this cap as a basis for supplying two tall pedestals for the outer columns. Within these; according to my restoration, the steps ascend, broken by two shorter pedestals to carry the two other columns of which there are numerous fragments.

Sources: 1, 2, 3

[norskenotater]

Slem som en heks.

Stakkar poor creature, miserable wretch.

Stakkars (adj) poor, unfortunate, wretched; pitiable (fx their p. little collection of furniture); (neds om pengesum) wretched (fx a w. ten pounds); ~ deg! poor you! ~ fyr! poor fellow! ~ unger! (også) poor little devils!

Sliten tired, weary, .. , worn out.

I. Slem subst (kort) slam; bli store- be grand slam.

II. Slem (adj) 1. bad (fx cold, cough, habit, mistake); severe (fx a s. cold), sad (fx a s. mistake); 2. (uoppdragen) bad, naughty; være ~ mot en treat sby badly; ~ som en heks bad as a witch; komme i en ~ knipe get into a bad fix; være ~ til å be given to, be prone to (fx lying); have a weakness for (fx boasting); han er ~ til å bryte sine løfter he has a nasty habit of breaking his promises; få en ~ medfart be roughly treated (el. handled); come in for some rough treatment; det set -t ut it looks bad; sitte -t i det be in a bad way.

el. - eller, or

Source: Kirkeby, W. A. Norsk-Engelsk blå ordbok. Kunnskapsforlaget, 1992.

[whatachaos]

Give the sleeper a break…

[whatachaos]

Single father tries to lift his significant other but fails miserably (they’re in love)

[whatachaos]

UHM,,,,,,,,,,,, OK,,,,,,,,,, THEY KISSED BTW