horn five

We played a game last night where we sorted Doctor Who clips onto what I like to call “The Castellan-Soldeed Scale of Melodrama.” The lowest mark on the scale represents the egregious under-acting of “What? No, not the Mind Probe!” while the highest mark is the ham-fisted melodrama of “mY DREeeEEeems of CON-quest!” Why did such cheesy acting exist in early Who? Well, film was expensive and budgets were small. Redoing a scene was prohibitively expensive and as a result these serials went out in a charmingly unrefined state. Results as follows:

0- The Castellan: “No, not the Mind Probe!” from The Five Doctors

1- Guy who is shot by Zaroff: [Does not react when a gun in pulled on him] [Makes no movement when shot and dies noiselessly] from The Underwater Menace

2- Crowd, upon hearing the announcement of a new age of prosperity: [a few lukewarm hurrays] from The Pirate Planet.

2.25- Fedorin: [Drinks poisoned wine, chokes, apparently attempts to wash it down with another sip of poison] [Falls over] from Enemy of the World

2.5- Guy from crowd who actually raises his arm in celebration. Props to you. From The Pirate Planet.

3- Group award to everyone in The Ambassadors of Death shootout who displayed Python-esque levels of under-acting.

4.3- The Doctor, holding the Master at swordpoint while dramatically eating the Master’s sandwich. From The Sea Devils.

5- True neutral, appropriate acting for the situation at hand. I nominate Solon’s surprisingly even-handed acting in The Brain of Morbius.

5.5- The Seventh Doctor’s famous “UNLIMITED RICE PUDDING” monologue mocking Davros in Remembrance of the Daleks.

6- The Sixth Doctor’s ‘evil mastermind’ monologue at the very beginning of The One Doctor.

6.75- Zaroff: NOTHING IN THE WORLD CAN STOP ME NOW! From The Underwater Menace.

7- the very end of The Dominators, where Two attempts to stop their companions from falling over in an earthquake and just kind of. Let’s Zoe fall into the gravel while they cling onto Jamie

7.5 The melodramatic fighters in the Ambassadors of Death shootout, notable mention to Action Hero Brigadier.

8- “Ramon Salamander” (really the Second Doctor in disguise) cowering away and falling onto the floor because​ they’re afraid Victoria might hit them

3.5-8: Croagnon in the body of the Chief Caretaker. Was nominated to both under-acting and over-acting and I can’t argue with either. Apparently the creative staff told the actor to tone it down and he wouldn’t listen. From Paradise Towers.

9: the end scenes of The Dominators, particularly Rago yelling “OBEY!!!” Made funnier by the fact that The Dominators is possibly one of the dullest serials in Who history.

9: The famous “No one in the colony believes in Macra! There is no such thing as Macra!” monologue from the mostly missing serial The Macra. If you haven’t heard it, please look it up. We were howling with laughter as we were watching this.

10: The one and only “My DReeeeAAAAMS of CON-quest! scene from The Horns of Nimon.

Dirty, Pretty Things Part Three

Hey guys! I hope that everyone had a fantastic week! I’ve been crazy busy with school, but I have a little downtime now, so I’m planning to write way more this week! Anyways, this is another installment of the Dirty, Pretty Things series! (There’s definitely going to be more to come!) I hope everyone likes it!

Dirty, Pretty Things

Tom couldn’t bare to look at her while he sped home from the library. Her silky hair was mussed up, her lips swollen from his touch, and her thighs shook from the effect of the time he’d spent in between them. Tom smelt of her perfume and she of his cologne. He wanted her so fucking badly that he felt like he was going to combust.

    She, on the other hand, was rolled onto her side in the passenger seat with her gaze firmly planted on Tom as he pushed past the speed limit in a rush to get them back home. She thought of warning him that he may get a ticket for erratic driving, but theorized against it.

    As her eyelids blearily fluttered against the skin of her cheeks, she thought about everything she and Tom had just done.

Her mind wandered to the soft brush of Tom’s curls in between her legs at the library, and then again in the car while he pinned her hips down and in place. When he finally allowed her to cum, he’d shoved a rough hand over her mouth so nobody would hear her gasping his name, and licked the mess away.

    When she looked at Tom now, his lips were still glossy, and  his hands gripped the steering wheel so tight, that his knuckles were white. He’d used his horn about five times and had proceed to tailgate the car in front of them so badly, that they’d slowed down to allow him to pass, and flipped him off while shouting curses.

    She knew that he was turned on, but she was surprised by the intensity of it. She perked up with an idea. Tom loved, loved, loved to tease her when she couldn’t do anything about it, most notably while she was trying to study or when she was on the phone with a family member.

    Her words would slur together as he pressed his fingers into her and she’d shake. Once she even dropped her phone, as he brought her closer and closer to orgasm. If Tom really felt like fucking with her, he would yank her panties down and start to lecherously lick her out until she hung up on however she was speaking with to cum.

Biting her lip, she reached to the floor to pick up the book they’d been taking turns reading back and forth to one another. “The very suggestion of your words, she said-”

“No, no, no.” Tom said, “Darling, please don’t. I can’t focus on driving if you start this right now.”

“Bind my wrists tighter than any rope.” She slipped the seatbelt off her chest and reached across to Tom’s side of the car. Settling a soft touch onto his thigh, she licked her lips and flicked to the next page.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Tom uttered, taking a quick sideways glance at her wrists.

If they were in bed right now, he would have her pressed into the mattress, completely breathless and blithe. One of his hands would be pinning her wrists to the bed, the other would be wrapped in her hair, pulling her into him once more. Tom thought about how good she would feel around him. He thought about the sounds she’d be making and he had to bite down on his lower lip to contain his groan.

“Normally I tend to choose my words carefully when it comes to such delicate matters. However, seeing you now, standing here in the moonlight, all I can think about is pulling your panties down and fucking you with your socks on.” She’d lost all sense of her shyness. She could tell Tom wanted her. His chest was bubbling with shallow breaths and his gaze kept flickering from her, and back to the road.

“Darling, if you don’t watch your mouth, you’re going to be in trouble when we get home.” Tom forced his eyes to stay focused on the street.

She batted her eyes at him and slipped her hand further up his leg to palm the aching tent in his jeans. “Are you gonna spank me?”

“Fucking hell, I’m going to crash the car if you don’t stop runnin your mouth right now.” Tom slammed his hand against the horn when the car in front of them took too long to make it’s turn.

Despite how saccharinely dulcet she looked, Tom knew that she wasn’t when they were in bed. She loved riling Tom up to the point where he’d drag her over his knee and spank her until her bottom was the exact same shade as the ring of lipstick she’d left around his cock.

Unbuttoning his jeans, she continued. “I’m the kind of girl who has a restless mind and impatient legs… I watched as her fingers nervously flicked the well worn elastic of her white cotton panties. I want you to ruin me.”

“You better fucking believe I’m going to ruin you as soon as we park this car.” Tom had a hard time thinking that he’d be able to walk up the stairs to their apartment while keeping his hands to himself.

They were almost there. They were getting so close to home. They’d be there within the minute, Tom’s mind raced. As soon as he stopped the car, Tom was prepared to fucking drown in her.

“I want to keep you on edge, torture you with pleasure, she purred, until you beg me to push you over the fucking cliff.” She leaned over the console to press her mouth to his neck. Her hands danced above the waistband of his boxers, slowly dipping in and out. Touching him softly, but not enough.

Her hands were so warm, Tom thought, but not as warm as her mouth. He jerked into her when she bit his neck, giggling slightly.

Spotting their building, she removed her touch from him completely and sat back in her  seat. She had worked him into a frenzy, just as he had done to her in the library, and now she was going to make him wait for it, just until they got upstairs.


Places of Note On/Around Campus

The Borders

The campus is enclosed by a river, a highway, and train tracks.

The river is called the Argent, at least by students and locals. It’s not terribly wide - four or five meters - but its very, very deep. The speed doesn’t appear to be constant, possibly a result of magical fallout from places where time flows strangely. Sometimes it floods in spring.

The highway is as mundane as highways can get. Two lanes, flat as paper, slightly worn. Don’t pick up hitchhikers anywhere near the college. Always put something in the passenger seat if you’re in the car alone.

The train tracks are abandoned. You think. Sometimes you hear trains at night. Sometimes you hear the scream of steel. Sometimes there’s the light blazing out of the fog, visible through the trees and making the shadows move. But the train tracks are abandoned. The train tracks are abandoned. The train tracks are abandoned. You do not ask why.

Outside the Borders

The town. You don’t know the name. It might be Fairfield? Something-ville? Or maybe….? In any case, it’s small. There’s a total of five named streets. Maybe that’s why you can’t ever quite remember the name. It’s entirely generic. The townies are quiet but agreeable enough. They don’t have much patience for damn students and the noise they make up there on the hill.

The only thing of note in town is the quintessential student cafe, Kenning’s. Packed with big armchairs and serving strong coffee till late at night, it’s one of the safest places to discuss the forbidden major, as it sits beyond the reach of the Gentry. It’s run by one Mrs. Margaret Kenning, who’s reportedly the seventh such Kenning to own the cafe, and certainly has the disaffected demeanor of someone with six inherited generations of customer service. There are poetry slams on Thursdays.

Within the borders - Non-EU buildings

The EU buildings cluster largely in the center of the several square miles of school land. Around the edges are:

The Walmart. It squats right by the highway turnoff onto Elsewhere land. It doesn’t look big, for a Walmart, but inside it is virtually endless. They employ a lot of students. You have probably found yourself working there two or three times over the years, although you can’t remember applying, or arriving at all, for that matter. No one lasts longer than three days. This is not because of any particular danger. Rather, you quit because roughly half the cash you accept turns to dead leaves in the morning, and it’s taken out of your pay every time. On particularly busy nights you end up owing the Walmart money. In every sense of the phrase, you aren’t being paid enough for this. But at least it’s safe to visit as a customer.

(More often than not the person on the next register has horns/five arms/hands that are more or less just suction cups, and they seem as confused about wearing the official uniform as you are. The Walmart is a liminal space for all entities on campus, without discrimination. This is also the only known situation in which one of the Gentry can be seen using a computer without something awful happening, but then the computers seem weirdly…organic? So who knows what’s up with that.)

The Denny’s: It’s in the same Walmart parking lot. It’s a perfectly normal Denny’s by night, and it’s possible to get a perfectly average job there provided you only work the night shift. When the sun rises it turns transparent and then vanishes entirely with everyone inside, leaving only ruined foundations. It reappears at sunset, fully formed and empty. Do not be inside when the sun rises.

A particularly beloved EU tradition is to gather on the Denny’s curb twenty minutes before sunrise the morning following a school dance, and throw things at the building until it’s gone entirely. It’s generally agreed that seeing what happens to a syrup cup as it passes through a wall that isn’t entirely there is A. highly entertaining B. literally indescribable and C. a hell of a warning. The Denny’s parking lot segment is true neutral ground, ideal for deals and duels.

The Forest. The heavily forested area in the south, which borders the highway and a good portion of the river, is sometimes called Morganwode. That’s the name that shows up on old maps, at least - the ones that date back to when the University itself had a real name. These days it’s more commonly just called the Forest. It looks very small on Google Earth, which shows a small clearing in the center of a sparse group of trees. In the center, you can see the round roof of something that might be a gazebo. No one has ever found this clearing. On foot, the forest appears dense, enormous, and virtually lightless. Optimistic outdoorsfolk have set up an intricate system of color-coded hiking trails over the years, which are generally safe provided you don’t stray at all. Sometimes people say that the deeper you go, the older the forest gets, until you’re walking in true wild forest, ancient and untouched and uncaring, thousands of years old - creaking oaks and cedar and birch, taller than you can see, wider than you thought possible… But the trails do not go that deep, and so you don’t know if this is true.

The Wishing Well: it sits on the edge of the woods, and cannot be reasoned with.

The Swamp: a boggy area in the east, the area that’s usually flooded by the river in the spring. Home of the swamp hag.

Ceratopsian Month #25 – Pentaceratops sternbergii

Despite its name, Pentaceratops (“five-horned face”) only had three main facial horns just like most other ceratopsids. The extra two “horns” actually refer to the cheek spikes which protruded out sideways from its face – a feature seen in all ceratopsids to some degree, but especially long and sharply pointed in Pentaceratops.

Living about 76-73 million years ago, its fossils are known from New Mexico and Colorado, USA. A possible second species, P. aquilonius, was discovered much farther north in Alberta, Canada, but this identification is somewhat dubious due to the remains being highly fragmentary.

Multiple specimens have been found, with a full body length of around 5-6m (16’4"-19’8”). One especially large specimen previously identified as Pentaceratops was nearly 7m long (23′), but has since been moved into its own separate genus Titanoceratops.

Pentaceratops’ frill was one of the largest of all known ceratopsids, similar in size and shape to that of its close relative Utahceratops, with a U-shaped top edge and a pair of forward-curving spikes.

anonymous asked:

Maul is permanently deaged and has attached himself to Obi-wan ;) ;)

Staring at the council, Obi-Wan let his hand rest on the little red skinned head of the boy clinging to him. “I don’t know what happened masters, one moment we were fighting and the next he just…shrunk. It honestly sent both me and Master Qui-Gon to the floor, bleeding from the nose and ears with the massive backlash from the Force. When we could focus again…he was just there.” He offered quietly.

Maul continued to cling to Obi-Wan’s leg, pressing his face against the mans thigh because the redhead felt safe to him, secure and the little feeling inside of him that allowed him to be a little faster, find food a little quicker and water when he needed, told him to stay right by him.

The green skinned being on the chair, stroked his chin, watching the both Maul and the human.

“Strange this is. Belong with you the Force seems to indicate he does, a padawan it wants you to take already.” He frowned.

Obi-Wan gently stroked Maul’s head, feeling the apprentice bond already tying him to the boy. “Yes master’s but I’m not a knight yet and he’s too young to be a padawan. I do-”

“Sought your trials your master has.” Obi-Wan resisted the urge to flinch.

“Give Maul an evaluation while you complete your trials we can. Get him settled, learn he will while you grow too.” Yoda looked around before frowning deeply. “Older then preferred he is but not too old yet.”

From the corner of his eyes, Obi-Wan saw Qui-Gon tense but the old master didn’t make a comment. ‘Good, don’t let them goad you into it.’ Obi-Wan thought wryly while stroking Maul’s little horn stubs.

Five years old and soft and red and looking at him with yellow eyes full of paranoia but also trust because the Force was telling Maul to trust Obi-Wan.

Obi-Wan smiled gently down at the Zabrak. ‘I’ll be a good master for you…’

()()()

The years passed, Obi-Wan finished his trials and became a knight, moving into the dorms of the knights and Anakin now had his old room.

He faded out of Qui-Gon’s life steadily and the master didn’t seem to notice it until it was too late, Obi-Wan’s focus now on the future as he prepared to take on his own apprentice, learning all he could to be the best he could be for Maul.

Five years to the day of the Invasion of Naboo, Obi-Wan went down to the creche and offered Maul the spot that had belonged to him since that day when Maul had turned into a child in front of two Jedi, taking the boy as his padawan with a soft smile on his face.

Maul clung to the Jedi’s hand, eyes wide and a beam on his face as he followed to the new quarters he would now live in.

He was looking forward to it.

“I hope you’re ready to start your path to becoming a Jedi Maul.” Obi-Wan grinned down at him, pulling him forward to tuck the boy lightly against his side.

“I’m ready Master Obi-Wan!” The boy beamed up at him, squeezing on his hand. “You won’t regret this!”

“No, No I don’t think I will regret this.” Obi-Wan chuckled, promising himself once again that he would be a good master for Maul.

He wouldn’t feel ignored, overlooked or Force forbid, renounced.

anonymous asked:

CAMPUS GROUNDS WALMART

YOU KNOW IT

I’m actually literally in the middle of that ~canon campus page and here’s what i’ve got about the walmart so far -

There is a Walmart right by the highway turnoff onto Elsewhere land. It doesn’t look big, for a Walmart. Inside it is virtually endless. They employ a lot of students. You have probably found yourself working there two or three times over the years, although you can’t remember applying, or arriving at all, for that matter. No one lasts longer than three days. This is not because of any particular danger. Rather, you quit because roughly half the cash you accept turns to dead leaves in the morning, and it’s taken out of your pay every time. On particularly busy nights you end up owing the Walmart money. In every sense of the phrase, you aren’t being paid enough for this. But at least it’s safe to visit as a customer.

(More often than not the person on the next register has horns/five arms/hands that are more or less just suction cups, and they seem as confused about wearing the official uniform as you are. The Walmart is a liminal space for all entities on campus, without discrimination. This is also the only known situation in which one of the Gentry can be seen using a computer without something awful happening, but then the computers seem weirdly…organic? So who knows what’s up with that.)

katwitchstudio  asked:

Hey Golzy!! So I am interested in Hoomihorn ocs and I was wondering if theres anything I need to know about the species. I know they have genders but not the parts and how the more horns they have the more respected they are. Is there anything else? What kind of magic do they use? Things like that. Sorry this is long ^^'

Oh! Sure thing.

Anyways, Hoomihorns species are not just plain white skins, they can be pastel colour like baby blue, orange cream,etc. They also have markings but NOT TOO dark, it’s like. 20% opacity of the markings colour.

About the horn(s):

they will get more respected if:

- the more horns they grow. (limited to 5 on the head)

- the more sharps they got (even they have many horns, if it’s not sharp, then they are less respected than the five-sharp-horned species)

- and how hard they are. (some Hoomihorn species grew soft horn(s) and it is very fragile that can….break if they accidentally knocked on something *it always happened when they got bully in school*)

Second, One-horned and No-horned species.

- they are, somehow to say, handicapped species. Because the common hoomihorns populated with more than two horns. One-horned is far worse,because what the normal hoomihorns say, they are ugly.

No-horned are very rare , it’s because their hoomihorn parents are mixed, example:

2-horned + 3-horned and then BOOM they produce a No-horned child.

tips to avoid it: they shouldn’t mate different species.

THIRD:

They don’t have magic. But, EVERY HOOMIHORN SPECIES HAVE ONE disorder. (woah, that’s dark), Example:

Anxial - having SAD disorder. (Social Anxiety Disorder) and dislikes to face social life outside his house.

Alosi - having Othello Syndrome , so he can’t deal with something that make him super jealous

When You Criticize The Instruments
  • flutes: *nod stoically and then go alternately cry from embarrassment and plot revenge the the bathroom*
  • clarinets: it's my reed
  • saxes: *don't realize the director is talking to them; continue conversation about nothing to do with band*
  • trumpets: yoU WANNA GO BITCH IM THE BEST
  • horns: i play like five measures in this whole piece the fuck do you want from me
  • trombones: haha I know man *fistbump each other*
  • tubas: excuse you we are the foundation of this band so we are never wrong
  • percussionists: *mutter mutiny under their breath and don't fix it because they weren't doing it wrong in the first place*

anonymous asked:

lala is a terrible movie and you have terrible taste. it is so stereotypical and boring and i am honestly shocked someone who claims to know about film isnt insulted by it

[First Girl:]
Ba-ba-da-ba da-ba-da-ba
Ba-ba-ba ba-da-ba-da-ba
Ba-ba-ba ba

[First Girl:]
I think about that day
I left him at a Greyhound station
West of Santa Fe

We were seventeen, but he was sweet and it was true
Still I did what I had to do
‘Cause I just knew

Summer Sunday nights
We’d sink into our seats
Right as they dimmed out all the lights
A Technicolor world made out of music and machine
It called me to be on that screen
And live inside each scene

[First Girl & First Man:]
Without a nickel to my name
Hopped a bus, here I came
Could be brave or just insane

[First Girl, First Man & Second Man:]
We’ll have to see

[First Girl:]
‘Cause maybe in that sleepy town
He’ll sit one day, the lights are down
He’ll see my face and think of how he…

[First Girl, First Man, Second Man & Dancers:]
…used to know me

[All:]
Climb these hills
I’m reaching for the heights
And chasing all the lights that shine
And when they let you down
You’ll get up off the ground
'Cause morning rolls around
And it’s another day of sun

[Young Man:]
I hear 'em every day
The rhythms in the canyons
That’ll never fade away
The ballads in the barrooms
Left by those who came before
They say “you gotta want it more”
So I bang on every door

[Second Girl:]
And even when the answer’s “no”
Or when my money’s running low
The dusty mic and neon glow
Are all I need

[Young Man:]
And someday as I sing my song
A small-town kid’ll come along

[Second Girl & Young Man:]
That’ll be the thing to push him on and go go

[All:]
Climb these hills
I’m reaching for the heights
And chasing all the lights that shine
And when they let you down
You’ll get up off the ground
'Cause morning rolls around
And it’s another day of sun

[Instrumental Break]

[First Girl:]
And when they let you down
The morning rolls around

[All:]
It’s another day of sun
It’s another day of sun
It’s another day of sun
It’s another day of sun
Just another day of sun
It’s another day of sun
Another day has just begun
It’s another day of sun

[Five car horn honks]

It’s another day of sun!

Mythical Slav (+ Balkan) Creatures

Or however you spell it…

Hello. My name’s Wichumix and I am a Slav. As a Slav, I want to see some Slavic content on this website, but truth be told… There is not much. Only a handful of active Slav witches. This only means one thing - creating original content. (dun dun dunn)

Let’s get to it!


Suđenice (“Judges”)

Three “goddesses” (I view them more like spirits) that decide your fate three days upon your birth. Two of them decide what good comes into your life while the third one decides all your troubles. They can get angered, so try serving bread, butter, wine, honey, and cheese to avoid that. My grandmother used to tell me how no one, no matter how hard they tried, could escape the fate they’ve been assigned to.

Domovi (”Homes”)

Good house spirits. They protect your home and keep everything in order. Domovi often appear as small, hairy creatures with horns and tails. They can also shapeshift into the form of the old house owner, or even you.

Karakondžula (”Tentacle-claw”)

Ugly, hag-like creature with huge eyes and long arms. It’s small and bald. It preys upon people that find themselves outside during the dark - children, too. What I find curious is that it attacks men, women, and children differently. Karakondžula jumps on man’s back and makes him carry her around until dawn - when the ride’s over, the creature dumps their tired victims into ditches. Those who refuse get the same treatment as women - clawed-out eyes and a watery death. Kids, on the other hand, get the worst kind of deal. They are kidnapped and dragged into the forest only to be eaten alive. Brrr.

Drekavac (”Screamer”)

A small, humanoid shape-shifter that’s also a demon who has long claws and long hair all over his body which he constantly steps on. That causes him pain, so he screams. He screams and screams and screams, from midnight til dawn (sometimes, it continues til late morning if the fog’s dense). People say that he can make a person deaf by his horrible, horrible scream (which sounds like screaming, howling and crying). Fret not, tho. Drekavac is afraid of light and dogs, so when you’re on a morning walk with your doggo, you won’t come across this loud humanoid shape-shifter that’s also a demon.

Bukavac (”Noiser”)

Sounds familiar? Well, kind of. Bukavac is a small, six-legged creature with slimy skin and a big mouth. Aslo, he has curved horns and a tail. Honestly speaking, he looks nothing like Drekavac… The sound he makes, in the other hand, is very similar. He lives in the ponds, lakes and other still-waters. Just don’t come too close, he’ll drown both you and your dog.

Peteroroščić (”Five horners”)

No matter how hard I searched the Internet for more info, I failed to find more than three (3) articles about them. Whatever. Time for my grandma’s stories. So, Peteroroščići’s are small humans that live in caves. They have five horns on their heads and their skin is red (maybe because they live in red dirt). They often scare young children, but the most of them avoid eating any children.

look i dont give a fuck if you stan the ever living fuck out of loki or if you’re ready to pop the biggest bottles if he dies im the mcu, i think we all can agree the vote loki comic run was a mistake and to this day i still have nightmares about black-suited, horned-helmeted, five-o'clock-shadow-having god of stories standing at the debate podium saying “y'all”

Homecoming (Sprace)

Mod Ind here oh would you look at that, a oneshot! Please enjoy!

You can also read it on AO3 here


“Look at them.” Race nudged Spot on the shoulder in the direction of their friends Jack and Davey, who were talking very close.

“I bet they’ll get together before homecoming.” Race declared. It was September, with homecoming only a month away, everyone was either getting asked or wished they were.

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