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  • werewolfhooligan
    31.12.2020 - 1 year ago

    every time the brother from vikings almost but Doesn’t die i get SO mad

    #or #kill!! him!!!
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  • werewolfhooligan
    31.12.2020 - 1 year ago

    havent had THAT dream in a while! but since i spent like 12 whole hours sleeping at least it had time to get gay before i woke up

    #or #it was abt like... a group of petty criminals (headed by yours truly) breaking into a private medical building to lose someone tailing them #n finding (among other disgusting medical secrets like how shitty the founder was and is) #a pregnant dragon lady??? and her baby???? #and they wanted to Leave obviously but couldnt because there were Factors keeping them there n itd be dangerous #so we had to like. sneak out collect Information and come back later to do a breakout #towards the end (where i woke up) turns out theres a dude who Wants the dragon and a dude who Doesnt want the dragon #n dude who wants her is like 'hey. :eyes: if you come look for the dragon with me i can give you anything you want' #n the dude who doesnt but who Does apparently understand the importance of a quest in building a relationship goes :heart eyes: #their storyline did not intersect with my own at all until that exact moment though #no idea who they are or what theyre about just that one is Evil and one is Less Evil But After That Dick
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  • themummersfolly
    31.12.2020 - 1 year ago

    Getting a head start on my New Year’s resolutions

    Just submitted a short story, hopefully the editors at CALYX will like it. Y’all should check them out, they’ve got some really good stuff.

    For your reading pleasure, here’s the story.

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    The Veils of Illomentum

               When we first met them, we thought it was another case of Taliban-style oppression. Only the men came up and spoke with us; their women stood back, silent, hidden behind veils that swept the ground. They never approached or tried to interact with us, but whenever it was time to make a decision, big or small, the man who made it would glance back at them before he spoke. We should have guessed the significance of that gesture.

               The veils were one piece – I got to look at one, when a weaver brought it out to show us – draped over the crown of the head and falling sometimes to the knees, sometimes to the feet, both front and back, with a cloth circlet sewn to the inside to keep it on. The sides were open, and there seemed to be no taboo against a woman showing her arms outside the folds. There were no slits or mesh for the eyes; the veils must have been just sheer enough to see through.

               We had been called to Illomentum because of a fever outbreak. The locals were remarkably sophisticated, but a recent famine had depleted their resources and the epidemic overwhelmed them. We were surprised to be treating them in their own facilities, mostly with their own medicines. The only thing they lacked was manpower, evidently.

               As in diplomacy, the men seemed to be in charge. They handled all the patient care; the few veils we saw were in central stations and dispensaries, where we assumed they performed some kind of minor role. Even the patients were mostly male, and the few women we did treat refused to be seen by male doctors. A few of the children we treated turned out to be female, but the Illo refused to discuss it; despite the way they treated adult women, they seemed determined to make childhood as gender neutral as possible.

               I suppose we should have guessed at the truth. As far away from home as Illomentum was, we should have expected the Illo people to be at least as far culturally from anything we were familiar with.

               The first real inkling we had came from a female aid worker who had been allowed inside the women’s quarters of a prominent house. Her hosts stayed veiled even then, although apparently it wasn’t the custom indoors. They explained that they had only recently realized that she was female, and they still weren’t sure what to make of her.

               “But why do your men make you wear veils?” she asked. They seemed confused by the question, then someone laughed.

               “Make us wear veils? Woman, why do your men make you show your face all the time?” The others seemed to find this equally funny or puzzling.

               “No man but a husband has any business looking at a woman’s face,” added one matron, and that seemed to settle the matter for them.

               As the epidemic wound down and the team’s focus shifted from medical to diplomatic, we had more opportunities to learn about the country and its customs. The Illo were an extremely private people, but our response during the crisis seemed to have won their trust. The third month we were there, our translators informed us that we had been invited to meet with the highest local official, a judge named Dindranen. The Judge, they informed us, had invited us in the first place and wanted to personally thank us for our efforts.

               It was an easy day and a half journey to the town where we would meet with Judge Dindranen. About an hour away from our destination, a rider met us to say that the Judge’s welcoming party was approaching. We expected this; the Illo customarily went out to greet guests before they arrived. The rider also advised us to be careful: during the famine, many wild animals had moved closer to the town to prey on livestock, and not all of them had left.

               Not ten minutes after that, the Judge’s party came in view. About twenty people had turned out to meet us: as usual, mostly men with a handful of veiled women. We craned our necks to see, trying to pick out which one was Dindranen.

               As intent as we were on watching them form up across from us, we didn’t notice our own formation was getting too spread out.

               The first to approach us was a man in ceremonial armor, flanked by a banner bearer. Our team lead stepped forward to greet him.

               “Honorable Judge Dindranen –”

               We had just enough time to register the confusion on his face. Then the horse at the end of our line panicked and threw its rider.

               “Tiger attack!”

               An Illo Tiger – the biggest cat I had ever seen, tawny like a lion but much larger. We scrambled to fend it off as it lunged for our teammate. Armed Illo men ran at it but shied away when it lashed out. None of us could get a clear shot without hitting our teammate. We were starting to think we would lose him when one of the veiled women jumped out of the saddle, seized a pike from a soldier, and ran at the tiger.

               Time seemed to slow down. We watched her move in an arc, veil whipping around her, bracelets flashing as she leveled the spear and struck.

               In fifteen seconds it was over, and the tiger lay dead at her feet. The woman handed the spear back to its owner, rearranged her veil, and folded her hands back beneath it.

               “Is your man hurt?” Her voice was low and steady, soothing.

               “He’s – he’s alright. Some bumps and bruises – he’ll be ok.” Most of us were still staring with our mouths open. None of the Illo acted like they’d seen anything strange, aside from the tiger. “We had no idea any women were permitted to fight.”

               Our rescuer tipped her head. The veil hid her expression. “In times past it was necessary for a judge to be able to fight. Sometimes it was the only way to uphold her judgements.”

               And that was how we learned who had summoned us to Illomentum.

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               Later, seated in her audience chamber, Judge Dindranen answered our questions about her country.

               “I am unique,” she said, “in that I am trained in the use of weapons. The women of Illomentum rarely expose themselves to the dangers of combat. We are vessels of life and knowledge. The loss of a matron, before she could pass on her mantle, would be a devastating blow to her clan.”

               “But the veils,” we pressed. “Why do your men make you hide behind veils?”

               “You speak of veils as you might of shackles,” the Judge said. “As for our men ‘making’ us wear them – I think if it was their decision, they would look upon our faces and forms more often. But that is a privilege we do not grant lightly.

    “It must be different in your country; you talk constantly of what women are ‘made’ or ‘permitted’ to do, as though they are children or cattle. But do not mistake us. The veil guards a woman’s counsel, her sacred responsibility, even her life. Why do you think so few of us fell ill with the fever? A doctor’s veil protects her from disease in all but the most extraordinary cases.

    “When you first met with us, you mistook our messengers for our leaders. You did not understand our ways, and you pitied us. Now you know the truth, and your pity turns to confusion and mistrust. You cannot ‘save’ us the way you expected; do you regret that you helped us in the first place? Will you continue your friendship with us, now that you know it will not be solely on your own terms? Consider this when you return to your leaders, and ask: were your intentions for us ever truly just?”

    #my writing#speculative fiction #the veils of illomentum #or #the geopolitical friendzone #short story
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  • chronic-yonic
    31.12.2020 - 1 year ago
    #gnc-centric #TRAs silencing women #trans cult #Drop the T #or #Get the L out #GNC_Centric: Banned But Not Broken
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  • original-cypher
    31.12.2020 - 1 year ago

    Parker listing pairs:

    Me and my money.

    Hardison and Eliot.

    You and Nate.

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  • forestscreature
    31.12.2020 - 1 year ago

    Someone was talking about little women the movie and I thought they meant little women the reality show so I was like "omg I love Ms. Juicy" so long story short I'm in hiding

    #its not my fault ms juicy is iconic and on my mind most of the time #inwnna cry#little women#or #little women atlanta #whichbone is ittt #we may never know
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  • bigmammallama5
    31.12.2020 - 1 year ago

    sometimes consuming other media is...... good.......

    #stupid rant is stupid #now do i continue star wars fallen order and get my blood pressure up falling off ledges #or #do i watch the witcher
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  • igosploosh
    31.12.2020 - 1 year ago

    Alright but the best trope is when character A asks B to kiss them and B is just quiet for a second and A starts panicking and so B kisses them but then A doesn’t react out of shock and B starts to pull away, worried they messed up, but then A’s brain reboots and they lean into it and they’re both relieved—

    (bonus points if they’ve been in love for a while but A has been firmly in denial the whole time)

    #its Logan and Patton okay? #thats who im thinking of #or #virgil and roman #honestly it fits for a lot of my ships ok #cecilos#destiel#prinxiety#logicality#analogical#royality#ineffable husbands
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  • harrymodessaysbye
    30.12.2020 - 1 year ago
    #ive talked about it before too so #either ur new #or #*** **** ***** #asks#anon
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  • loyalhearts
    30.12.2020 - 1 year ago

    {{ ....*slams hands on table* Where are my Markus/Kara + Chloe interactions!? }}

    #ooc#wishlist#OR #CONNOR AFTER IT ALL #BECAUSE I WANT THEM TO BE FRIENDS
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  • haikyuu-scenarios-box
    30.12.2020 - 1 year ago
    #let's be real here #not writing#or #writing??? #idk if this qualifies lmao
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  • incorrect-dublin-murder-squad
    30.12.2020 - 1 year ago

    Faithful Place man arrested after hitting dad with pizza because he was mad he helped birth him

    #dublin murder squad #Faithful Place#frank mackey#or#shay mackey #both fit lol #Mr Mackey #faithful place's 1 dysfunctional family #source: buzzfeed
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  • werewolfhooligan
    30.12.2020 - 1 year ago

    not to be getting emotional about this fuckin viking show but aw 

    #or #no i will not tell you what it was that made me go aw
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  • werewolfhooligan
    30.12.2020 - 1 year ago

    for a good hour i thought i didnt work four days this week and got upset because i didnt work last week and need to make money but it turns out im only not working 2 and now im sad because i want time to myself

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  • yousaytomato
    30.12.2020 - 1 year ago

    Gay Christmas Looks

    #woes of Emily #me #i think thats my face tag? #or#my face #? #its been so long since i posted selfies #or really even took any
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  • chronic-yonic
    30.12.2020 - 1 year ago
    #trans cult #how to infiltrate #paedophilia #Drop the T #or #Get the L out #PIE
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  • voiceofahustler
    30.12.2020 - 1 year ago
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  • alolanrain
    30.12.2020 - 1 year ago
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  • thedeathculture
    30.12.2020 - 1 year ago

    ok how do i get a girlfriend now?

    No but really, my fellow non straights... How????????

    #the gay crisis #bisexual#or#pansexual #or maybe even a #lesbian#help
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  • werewolfhooligan
    30.12.2020 - 1 year ago

    every day i think about who cares about your lonely soul. like that was so rude

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