jam of appreciation

Talk fantasy prosthetics to me.

An elf maiden dances on feet of living wood sung into shape, planted in soil and watered when she takes them off. Every year she plants the old ones and sings a new pair. (Incidentally, the pair of peach saplings from three years ago have produced an excellent crop- She makes preserves from them, and despite the inevitable jokes about “toe-jam”, they are appreciated.)

A dwarf king has a metal fist, all tiny gears and fine wires, kept wound by a mischievous mine-spirit bound to the spring as punishment- the more it struggles, the tighter the spring. 

An orc chieftaness is regularly asked for the story of how she earned the name Wyrmthrottler- she boasts of how she strangled the dragon that ate her arm, and had her shaman make a new arm from its bones, with its fangs as the fingers.

A necromancer simply re-attached his old leg bones- Sacrificing a few mice each day keeps it going.

A pirate captain lost her arm to a shark attack: a passing selkie saved her, and gave her tattoos of kraken blood. Now she has an arm made of salt-water, that grows and wanes with the tides, and swings a cutlass as well as the original. (She doesn’t sail as far these days though: she doesn’t want her wife to worry.)

A wandering swordsman was broken at the waist- his ancestral armour allows him to walk again, as long as he keeps it polished, and burns incense to the ancestors regularly.

A high priestess has an eye made from a crystal ball- to predict the future, all she has to do is wink.

A bard was struck deaf by illness- he struck a deal with the god of music. Now he wears hearing-trumpets made from his old pipes, and dedicates his every song to the god of music- the better he plays, the better his hearing. (It is said his music could make statues weep, and he can hear a mouse fart at 60 paces.)

A princess has the arm of a golem, enchanted clay with mystic words carved in- her music tutor despairs of how her harp playing has become even worse, but her calligraphy tutor is ecstatic over her handwriting.

A goblin pickpocket has an arm made of whatever he steals- no-one feels his fingers, and even if they did, they couldn’t find their possessions amongst all the rest.  

A witch has eyes made from shadow and starlight, given to her in a game with a demon. Nobody dares to ask what she wagered- they aren’t even sure she won.

A warg was born deaf and blind- his people learned of his power when the nearest birds started staring at them, and dogs pricked up their ears as he walked past.

“Gillian and I are not as close as Mulder and Scully, but who could be? Nobody is as close as Mulder and Scully.

"We worked together for so long that by the time the series ended we had enough of each other. But six years having passed, it’s like – I don’t make jam, but I’m assuming you pour away the boiling liquid – so after six years the liquid is all boiled off, and all that remains is the jam of appreciation.”

DD, My Park magazine, Aug 2008

I’m a bit BEEhind on posting but that’s okay BEEcause…have some BEES!

Well one bee, and his family.

Next in the Johtodex are more bugs and everyone’s favorite angry stabby poison bug family, the Beedrill line!  While Butterfree has always been more my jam I can still appreciate Beedrill’s great design.  Also I like Kakuna better than Metapod because it looks like it has hands that are lifting up his skirt.

Bangtan on daddy mode

Hey you guys! It’s another day and yet another post which is suppose to ruin your life. You’re welcome.

Hoseok ver.  Yoongi ver.  Namjoon ver.  Taehyung ver.  Jungkook ver.  Seokjin ver.

I swear he’s the Devil and in that case

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I want to be damned. Taehyung in the back tho.

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Just look

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at those

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Okay, but seriously now.

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This is very no fun Jimin, no.

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I cry.

Being Mary Watson was the Only Life Worth Living

Mary Watson lived on the edge of her dreams. Being with John, having Rosie and having Sherlock as one of her friends was most likely the best part of her life.

On the one hand she yearns for the adventure part of her old life but there is still that excitement there with John and Sherlock. She also likes the domesticity of being with somebody who she loves and who loves her back. She’s never allowed that to happen to her before, so being with John makes her feel complete. 

But, she had a past. She had made questionable choices in her past. She even shot Sherlock because she was struggling hard to achieve this dream life.

I suppose I was always afraid this might happen. That something in my past would come back to haunt me one day.

I’m sorry for… for shooting you that time. I’m really sorry.

She had always felt guilty. She didn’t think she deserved this life. It is her core belief that she wasn’t perfect and she did not deserve happiness.

Because you won’t love me when you’ve finished. 

Is ‘Mary Watson’ good enough for you? Yes! Oh my God, yes. 

God, I just wanted a bit of peace, and I really thought I had it.

You’re always a good man, John, I’ve never doubted that. You never judge, you never complain. I don’t deserve you, I… 

Do you think she’ll like bedtime stories? Well, I’ll have to give that a go. Got a lot to catch up on.

She inherently put herself up as the expendable one once she knew Ajay was targeting her.

It’s all right. It’s for the best, believe me. You just look after them till I get back. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.

I need to move the target far, far away from you and Rosie, and then I’ll come back, my darling.

All I ever wanted to do was keep you and Rosie safe, that’s all.

She again did not hesitated putting herself up as the bullet shield for Sherlock. Deep down she believed she was not good enough, that she never did deserve the life she was living, that Sherlock, John and Rosie could have a better life with her gone.

You don’t make it easy, do you? What do you mean? Well, being… being so perfect.

And if I’m gone, I know what you could become. Because I know who you really are.

Her death was ultimately her choice – a choice she thought was the best.

It was her choice, no-one made her do it.

No-one could ever make her do anything.

That, is our Mary Watson.

anonymous asked:

W- would you ever consider writing kolivunk?

this is my first time writing both kolivunk and kolivan in general, so i hope i atleast did him some justice,,,

also i didn’t expect this to get as long as it did, but what can u do? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

(ultimate wingman lance to the rescue, as always)

~2500 words of pure cultural misunderstanding

(now on AO3)

Hunk heaved a weary sigh, hefting his gun up to prop it against his hip as they waited for orders from the Castle. Another planet liberated, another bad back for Hunk. This thing was getting heavier by the day, he could swear.

“You doing good, buddy?” Lance asked, reaching over to give him a quick side-hug.

“I’m good. Can’t wait to get back inside and out of this armor.” Hunk scratched at his neck, sweaty and overheated.

Lance waggled his eyebrows. “Take me on a date first, Hunky-boy.”

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e--wills  asked:

How do you think Eret's relationship with Berk as a whole will change if the dragons do, in fact, leave in httyd3? Do you think it will change at all? In what capacity do you see him serving Chief Hiccup in the span between films? :)


Okay, so I’ve spoken at length about Eret and his relationship (canon, that is) with both the young chief and his new wife(?) and how it may play out given the fantastic foundation we were subconsciously set up with; you know that slow, nuanced, careful interaction between characters that HTTYD2 lacked over HTTYD1? That was all in the background with Eret.

Dragons were the catalyst, yes, but the real power behind Eret’s change of heart from being whimsically overcome by the true nature of dragons (though I certainly won’t belie the wonder Eret experienced with Stormfly’s loyalty and protectiveness). It had much to do with how he was reintroduced to dragons, and by whom, and their methods. The faith, the kindness, “Hiccstrid’s” willingness to lead and nurture him rather than control him with fear… Eret’s loyalty shifted not out of his devotion to dragons –- that came later, and more personally, with both Stormfly and Skullcrusher –- but first out of a desire to survive. Then out of his willingness to follow. He found Hiccup, and Hiccup’s agenda, more worthy a path than the one he had inadvertently fallen into.behind Drago. With Drago it was always about survival. With Hiccup, it was about living.

His ultimate choice came when Drago decided to “kill” him. Even before that, he had acted towards helping the riders: placating Drago and his men as best he could, signaling to Astrid to ‘stfu!’. But when Drago cut him from his ranks with such finality, and then Stormfly saved him, Eret’s path had been decidedly redirected. He had already viewed the Riders with some begrudging respect and internal wonder, he could see clear as day where the line in the sand stood for a “right side” and “wrong side”, and perhaps always could. Now he’s forcibly pushed over to the “right side” and that is where he would stay.

Eret’s “a man formerly trapped in an abusive employment being welcomed into the easygoing, nurturing lives of Berk’s new ruling couple”. Those two, and their encouragement, and their welcomeness, and their enthusiasm, made all the difference.

So regardless of whether dragons are present or not, I believe Eret will forever more stand by Hiccup (and Astrid), and therefore Berk. If Skullcrusher leaves, I believe he’ll stick around Hiccup for as long as the man seems to need him. And, knowing Hiccup, maybe he’ll see that antsiness in Eret that all his welcome time on Berk couldn’t shake, an antsiness he’s all too familiar with, and he’ll push Eret back towards the Sea.

By the time dragons leave, I firmly believe Eret will see Berk as his “home”, in some sense. Or, at the very least, Hiccup and Astrid, and he could even become a Johann of sorts. Living on the seas, bartering, trading services, making alliances and deals for Berk’s benefit.

Will it change at all? That depends when the dragons leave. It’s speculated that the timeskip between H2 and H3 won’t be as significant as the last, but even if it’s merely a couple years later I think Eret will find good footing amidst Berk. With the Riders, if nothing else. And even if he decides to go back to the sea, he’ll always be a strong ally of them. Admittedly, the longer Eret stays with Berk, and gets involve in Hiccup’s life, the less likely he’ll venture farther off.

How Eret serves Hiccup is already relayed with the comic that came out – to which I greatly enjoyed… mainly for the Eret serving Hiccup part. And I’m talking canonically, as someone loyal serves their self-adopted chief. It’s Eret’s straight up calling Hiccup ‘chief’ and supporting Hiccup as much as Hiccup supported him when he was most off-footed in his life. Hiccup has a supporter in Eret from here on out. A personal one.

As I said above, I’ve written about this a lot, so I’ll quickly link some because they expand on what I’ve briefly laid down: