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kitkatscabinet · 1 year

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Do you think; IF Rhaenyra had a daughter by laenor, this could have been a way to build a peace between the greens and the blacks?

Hear me out:

- Alicent sees her and Rhaenyra’s friendship in the friendship between Aemond and his niece

- When Rhaenyra’s daughter is old enough, she could be Jace’s older sister or younger sister(like Rhaenyra slept w both Laenor and Harwin and Laenor’s genes won out) she tells Rhaenyra “Hey I love Aemond and maybe we can fix this”

- NOTE: Rhaenyra’s daughter is the only one who EVER apologised to Aemond for what happened to him by her brothers

- And Otto wants to see the baby as soon as its born (Like Alicent w rhaenyra). So The daughter is like “get me a dress” and carries her kid into a council meeting and Aemond is like “what the fxck”

Ooooh I have so many thoughts about this, I’ll probably write a whole fic later but for now

Honestly the thing about the dance is that there are so many ways it could have been stopped but also at the same time it was always going to happen.

Like it’s a conflict that’s been 20+ years in the making that has consistently been fuelled not only by Rhaenyra and Alicent and thus their kids but by the fuckheads like Daemon and Otto.

I think ultimately the dance is kind of a culmination from years of machinations of power hungry and ambitious men. Then it’s fuelled by Rhaenyra’s selfishness and Alicent’s blindness/refusal to make amends due to her fathers influence.

I imagine the best way for that to be resolved would be on the off miracle that jace and Laenor’s true born were twins. Rare but not frankly impossible, another thing that I think the show should have done also was to keep Rhaenys’s hair black like it is in the books. Naturally there’s still the issue that Jace, like and Joffrey are fuckin pasty as but it would be much easier to pass off Baratheon genes if Jace and reader were twins. It would also be best if she was the oldest and therefore the heir, setting a precedence for female heirs. (Even better if they work in tandem with Driftmark to make Laena heir and then one of the twins)

The next issue you’ve got is the way Jace and Luke treat Aemond even before he claims Vhagar and the way Rhaenyra treats her siblings. If Aemond and reader were close she would have to beat her little brothers asses (and Aegon’s) because there’s a difference between teasing between family members and downright maliciousness even if the boys don’t realise they’re being mean.

There’s also the issue that ultimately Alicent’s children think that if big sis takes the throne then they die. So regardless of whether a daughter is close with uncles and aunt Rhaenyra herself has to be the one to close that bridge. I imagine the kid will be have to be the one to force Alicent and Rhaenyra to make up cause both are too proud/unsure to do it themselves no matter how much they want to.

Ok so Vhagar incident which is heavily fuelled by Aemond’s continued mistreatment which we’ve minimised. Say he still loses an eye that would just immediately destroy and tentative bonds that have been built. It’s not enough to just apologise, Aemond has been permanently maimed and Rhaenyra is trying to make it his fault even when he did not start the fight even if she is appalled her son did that cause she’s still going to try and protect her sons.

There has to be some sort of punishment for the blacks. Viserys is still soft and thus betrothal between Aemond/reader and Jace/Helaena he’s had enough of this shit he just peace’s the fuck out and leaves the squabbling to the kids.

Aegon fosters at dragonstone and Luke Jace at kings landing.

RHAENYRA TELLS RHAENYS THAT LAENOR ISNT DEAD.

There’s still the issue of Otto but through forced exposure everyone has begrudgingly come to love each other and then I imagine Otto demanding to see the baby is the last straw and Aemond fucking loses it. It’s glorious.

#aemond targaryen #kat's asks #the dance 🕺

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samkat10423 · 3 months

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Some more lots

Didn't get much done yesterday, since I'm lazy. And the weather here has finally left the minus digits and is semi-warm. Plus - our furnace which died right at the beginning of our Artic Winter phase - was finally replaced. Took 2 weeks to get one, but it works so no more freezing our tuchus off.

Anyway, I decided to work on a beach lot to replace that one over by the Wolff house. Recurve Strand - or something like that.

This is another Lili lot that I altered. Where that scuba shop is, she had a bar and some picnic tables. I got rid of that and built the little shop. Then I placed a lifeguard chair and awning - so my stupid sims don't drown. I really don't care if they do - gets rid of the stupid gene from the DNA gene pool - but the local sims all seem to care. Inside those 3 little builds, I made them more functional - as is: I got rid of all the unnecessary crap that was inside and made them into actual changing rooms. Later on, I'll add that surf thingie that EA sold in the store, so my stupid sims can surf. And maybe some yoga mats so they can channel their inner zen. But for now, this is it.

Then I hopped over to where that Lofty Cerulean pool was. My whiney sims complained that they were breaking out in rashes whenever they took a dip - like my city council cares. The local doctors - who attended the meeting - reminded them that they could treat their rashes for an astronomical fee. All they have to do is come to the ER, but they insisted that the pool needed to be upgraded. After all of 30 minutes of deliberation - 25 of which were spent on bathroom breaks - the council came back with their answer. NO. After all - as they told them - if you can come all the way to city hall to picket and throw temper tantrums, you can walk to the town pool.

With that, they bulldozed the old lot and built some tennis courts. They did leave the old building - where they sell booze, because they can. In an effort to save some simoleons, they recycled some old street signs and made some cheap tables and chairs out of them, and used some old crates to make a bar. Plus, they used some old jars and made lights. Progress as Promised! (That's their campaign slogan).

Then I decided to get rid of that live show venue the game automatically loads. This little bar was made a gazillion years ago by someone over on MTS - before the Seasons ep. I don't think he's active anymore since he threw several rants about EA over there. Anyway, it had a fake "glass" domed roof that just let the weather in. So, I got rid of that and added a new frieze to the roof. Then I kicked out the back and sides - so I'd have room for the stage. Plus, I added that roof stuff, used some different plants and added a parking lot. Plus, I gave it some actual doors. (He just used arches).

Inside, I got rid of everything. I think the only thing I kept was the wall and floor finishes. I used Sandy's tropical bar set, then recolored dive bar counters to match it. Those totem poles I just recolored. I think they came with that Island Paradise set. Where the pool table is, there were a couple of arcade machines, but I have an arcade, so I got rid of them. Then I placed some showtime seating so sims actually watch the acts. I mostly used the Tiki sets to do this build. I'll go back in and use the invisible dance floor later to replace the game one. (I just wanted to make sure I had room for a dance floor).

Outside, I used stuff from Island Paradise for the patio. You can't see it, but there is that Late Night bubble bar - probably the only thing I kept from the original build. I also used that smaller stage for this build. I really didn't go crazy with stage decor. I have an acrobat in town, but not much else right now.

Then I went back to Agnes's house to finish taking sims into CAS. This house was built by plumbob for their updated SV save. I have always hated the original, and this one still has a modern vibe without looking totally stupid. They did get rid of the nursery inside, and replaced it with a large guest room. But I fixed that by dividing the room and adding an unfinished space with baby stuff. It's roped off using that roping from Late Night. I moved her niece into the semi-finished area. I figured Agnes was originally going to hire a live-in nanny to help with her baby, which is why the room was so large. I decided to keep the niece at the child phase instead of making her into a teen. Right now, Agnes doesn't like her much - and her father (my town acrobat) even less. But since she is an attorney, she sued for custody. And won. As in RL, simoleons talk.

#sims 3 #Sunset Valley lots #more drama in town!

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science-sculpt · 3 months

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Exploring RNA Interference

Imagine a molecular switch within your cells, one that can selectively turn off the production of specific proteins. This isn't science fiction; it's the power of RNA interference (RNAi), a groundbreaking biological process that has revolutionized our understanding of gene expression and holds immense potential for medicine and beyond.

The discovery of RNAi, like many scientific breakthroughs, was serendipitous. In the 1990s, Andrew Fire and Craig Mello were studying gene expression in the humble roundworm, Caenorhabditis elegans (a tiny worm). While injecting worms with DNA to study a specific gene, they observed an unexpected silencing effect - not just in the injected cells, but throughout the organism. This puzzling phenomenon, initially named "co-suppression," was later recognized as a universal mechanism: RNAi.

Their groundbreaking work, awarded the Nobel Prize in 2006, sparked a scientific revolution. Researchers delved deeper, unveiling the intricate choreography of RNAi. Double-stranded RNA molecules, the key players, bind to a protein complex called RISC (RNA-induced silencing complex). RISC, equipped with an "Argonaut" enzyme, acts as a molecular matchmaker, pairing the incoming RNA with its target messenger RNA (mRNA) - the blueprint for protein production. This recognition triggers the cleavage of the target mRNA, effectively silencing the corresponding gene.

So, how exactly does RNAi silence genes? Imagine a bustling factory where DNA blueprints are used to build protein machines. RNAi acts like a tiny conductor, wielding double-stranded RNA molecules as batons. These batons bind to specific messenger RNA (mRNA) molecules, the blueprints for proteins. Now comes the clever part: with the mRNA "marked," special molecular machines chop it up, effectively preventing protein production. This targeted silencing allows scientists to turn down the volume of specific genes, observing the resulting effects and understanding their roles in health and disease.

The intricate dance of RNAi involves several key players:dsRNA: The conductor, a long molecule with two complementary strands. Dicer: The technician, an enzyme that chops dsRNA into small interfering RNAs (siRNAs), about 20-25 nucleotides long. RNA-induced silencing complex (RISC): The ensemble, containing Argonaute proteins and the siRNA. Target mRNA: The specific "instrument" to be silenced, carrying the genetic instructions for protein synthesis.

The siRNA within RISC identifies and binds to the complementary sequence on the target mRNA. This binding triggers either:Direct cleavage: Argonaute acts like a molecular scissors, severing the mRNA, preventing protein production. Translation inhibition: RISC recruits other proteins that block ribosomes from translating the mRNA into a protein.

From Labs to Life: The Diverse Applications of RNAi

The ability to silence genes with high specificity unlocks various applications across different fields:

Unlocking Gene Function: Researchers use RNAi to study gene function in various organisms, from model systems like fruit flies to complex human cells. Silencing specific genes reveals their roles in development, disease, and other biological processes.

Therapeutic Potential: RNAi holds immense promise for treating various diseases. siRNA-based drugs are being developed to target genes involved in cancer, viral infections, neurodegenerative diseases, and more. Several clinical trials are underway, showcasing the potential for personalized medicine.

Crop Improvement: In agriculture, RNAi offers sustainable solutions for pest control and crop development. Silencing genes in insects can create pest-resistant crops, while altering plant genes can improve yield, nutritional value, and stress tolerance.

Beyond the Obvious: RNAi applications extend beyond these core areas. It's being explored for gene therapy, stem cell research, and functional genomics, pushing the boundaries of scientific exploration.

Despite its exciting potential, RNAi raises ethical concerns. Off-target effects, unintended silencing of non-target genes, and potential environmental risks need careful consideration. Open and responsible research, coupled with public discourse, is crucial to ensure we harness this powerful tool for good.

RNAi, a testament to biological elegance, has revolutionized our understanding of gene regulation and holds immense potential for transforming various fields. As advancements continue, the future of RNAi seems bright, promising to silence not just genes, but also diseases, food insecurity, and limitations in scientific exploration. The symphony of life, once thought unchangeable, now echoes with the possibility of fine-tuning its notes, thanks to the power of RNA interference.

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midnightstar-90 · 2 years

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Singin’ in the Rain

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Smallville! Clark Kent x Reader

Requested by Anonymous: Clark and reader just being silly and dancing in the rain to slow music.

Summary: During Clark and the reader’s movie date night, it begins to rain. The reader can’t help but drag Clark outside.

Warnings: fluff, slight angst, mentions of sex

A/N: Thank you for sending in this request. I’ve wanted to write for Clark for so long, but I haven’t had anything to write. So, thanks! 😊

The song isn’t slow, but I thought it went with the theme of the story.

(Not My Gif)

Martha and Jonathan Kent stood in their kitchen, enjoying a hot cup of coffee. It was quiet. Clark had yet to wake up, and they lived in the country, so they didn't have worry about busy city sounds.

But their silence had ceased when a joyful Y/N walked into the kitchen in one of Clark’s shirts. “Good Morning, Kents,” Y/N said with a yawn before smiling at the two.

Martha and Jonathan watched the girl walk around them and towards the coffee machine. She filled her cup up with some hot coffee before looking through the fridge for creamer.

“What's Y/N doing here?” Martha whispered to her husband.

“Well, they did have a date last night,” Jonathan whispered back.

“You don't think...” Martha cut herself off at the thought of her son doing something he might regret late.

Jonathan just looked at Y/N sip the contents of her cup as she looked out the kitchen window. He gave his wife a shrug, not knowing for sure if they did what he thought she was implying.

“Y/N?” Jonathan called out, making the girl let out a “hmm” as she turned toward them. Y/N turned to see the surprised yet confused faces on her boyfriend’s parent’s faces. “Is something wrong?” she asked.

“No. No,” Martha said. “We just wanted to know how your date went,” she added.

Y/N smiled. “Well, if you really want to know...”

The Night Before

Y/N’s POV

I stood in front of my bathroom mirror wearing a black body con dress that came down a little above my knee and a light blue jean jacket. My mother stood behind me as she slowly ran her fingers through my hair.

“I can’t believe my baby is dating,” she said as she watched me through the mirror.

“Clark and I have been dating for 6 months now, mom,” I told her.

“I know. It's just...” she sighed before continuing. “You're my only child, and it feels like every time I look at you, you’ve grown up a little more. I just wish I could have the little girl who thought boys were disgusting and wore a princess dress every day back.”

I looked my mother in her glistening eyes and said, “she's still here, mom. She just grew up a little.” I smiled as my mother pulled me into a bone-crushing hug.

We heard a loud knock at the front door and slowly pulled away. “That's Clark,” I said, facing my mother.

She wiped her eyes and let out a soft, “go get em’, tiger.”

I gave my mother one last look before running to the door in my black and white Adidas’. I opened the door to find a cheerful Clark, wearing a red long sleeve shirt and blue jeans.

I looked up at Clark and bit the corner of my lip. “Hi,” I said in a whisper.

“Hi,” Clark said back.

“Are you ready to go?” he asked me.

“Yeah, let me just grab my purse, and we can go.”

Clark smiled in response, and I ran off to my too. Gabbing my brown crossbody purse off my bed.

I went into the living room finding my mom sitting in the blue chair in the corner of the room. She had on her reading glasses as she silently read her book with one hand and a wine glass in her other. I ran up to her, placing a soft kiss on her head.

“I love you, mama,” I whispered to her. She continued to read her book while letting out a small, “mmhm.” I playfully scoffed with a smile before running back to the door.

“I'll see you later, mom. DON'T WAIT UP!” I yelled, feeling her loving gaze watch me as I followed Clark to his family's truck with our hands interlocking.

Clark let go of my hand and jogged towards the passenger side to open my door for me. He gestured me into the truck, and I obeyed. As I got comfortable, he closed the door and jogged to the drivers side. He got in, gave me a big smile, and started the car before backing out of my driveway.

Clark pulled into a dark road, where a boy, a little older than us, stood. He wore all black clothes with a neon yellow vest and a fanny pack around his waist. Clark pulled up to the boy and rolled down his window.

"How many?" The boy asked from outside the truck. He had a roll of tickets on his arm, and he had pulled about five pairs of tickets out, in preparation for the number Clark would spit out. I sat back curiously, trying to figure out where Clark was taking us. It had to be a show of some sort.

"Two," Clark told the boy.

"Five bucks."

Clark pulled out a five-dollar bill, while the boy counted two sets of tickets and ripped them off. The two boys exchanged the two items. Clark pulled his hand back into the truck and raised the window.

"Are you going to tell me where we're going?" I asked with a smile.

Clark just smirked and said, "you'll see" before pulling off. We drove past some trees before entering a large clearing that was currently being occupied by hundreds of cars and four large white screens. In the middle of it was a giant tower with four projectors projecting onto the white screens.

Clark continued driving until we found four people standing in different directions. A girl in her early twenties stood facing us. She walked up to the window, "Tickets, please."

Clark spit the two sets of tickets in half and gave them to the girl. She kindly took them and analyzed them. "You will be in lot 3. You're gonna take a left and follow the people with the orange batons. Oh! And don't forget to change your radio channel," The girl instructed Clark.

Clark gave the girl a "thank you" before once again driving off. Clark followed the lady's instructions and we eventually made it to a spot in lot three between two small cars. Clark backed up the truck and turned off the engine.

"A drive-in?" I asked with a knowing smirk.

"What? It's 50's musicals night," Clark laughed.

With that, Clark hopped out of the truck. He closed the door before turning back and leaning against the door. "I'm gonna get some popcorn from the concession stand. I packed some blankets, why don't you go make us a pallet in the trunk?" Clark said through the window before leaving.

I smiled, watching the boy walk away from the truck. When he was gone, I hopped out of the truck and quickly made my way to the trunk of the truck, where Clark had stored basically his whole bedroom.

There were four 50's musicals playing today at the Smallville Drive-in. On lot one, Marilyn Monroe's Gentlemen Prefer Blondes was playing. Lot two was High Society, with Louis Armstrong. Lot four showed Jailhouse Rock. And Lot three, where Clark and I sat in the back of his truck, was playing Singin' in the Rain.

Clark brought everything that made sitting in the back of a pickup truck comfortable and romantic. Clark had borrowed some of his mother's throw pillows, which we used against our backs for some cushion.

Clark and I sat up against the wall between the driver's seat and the trunk. His arm wrapped around my shoulders, while my head rested on his shoulder. We held each other so close that there was nowhere to go but away from each other. The popcorn that Clark had bought earlier balanced itself on top of our legs. A familiar song started to play from the truck radio.

I'm singing in the rain, just singin' in the rain

I gasped and looked at Clark. "Clark! It's the song! Let's dance!" I said, before grabbing Clark's hand.

What a glorious feeling, I'm happy again I'm laughing at clouds so dark up above

Clark protested against dancing. "I'm not really a good dancer," Clark said, nervously.

I placed my arms around Clark's neck, "It's okay. We can go slow, okay?" Clark nodded before laying his arms around my waist.

The sun's in my heart and I'm ready for love Let the stormy clouds chase everyone from the place Come on with the rain, I've a smile on my face

Clark and I swayed to the beat of the song. My head rested on his chest, and he rested his head on my shoulder. Clark's head shifted into my neck where he laid a small innocent kiss and mumbled, "I love you."

Right as I was going to say "I love you" back, something wet hit my face. I looked up to see one giant cloud. Normally, because it's dark, you would think it was just a regular cloud, but as more drops hit my face, I was convinced it was a rain cloud.

I walk down the lane with a happy refrain. I'm singin', just singin' in the rain.

"Look Clark," I said, holding my hand out, feeling the raindrops hit my hand. Clark's head lifted off my shoulder to look up at the cloud, only to be hit in the eye with a raindrop. I laughed quietly as he blinked it out. I look over at the blankets. "So much for staying warm."

Let the stormy clouds chase everyone from the place. Come on with the rain, I've a smile on my face.

Clark shook it off and spun me around. "Clark!" I screamed in shock at what was going on. Clark then pulled me into his arms, and we once again swayed to the beat, but this time we slowly moved in circles.

"Isn't this fun?" Clark asked. I nodded my head in response.

I'll walk down the lane with a happy refrain.

I'm singgin', just singin' in the rain.

I'll walk down the lane with a happy refrain. Singin', just singin' in the rain.

Eventually, the raindrops came harder and faster. Clark and I pulled away from each other. We were just living in the moment as we tried to copy Don's dance moves as he did the dancin' in the rain bit.

Clark and I laughed at how terribly we were doing at copying the dance moves, but we kept going till the end. Everyone around us was probably irritated with all the clanking from our feet continuously hitting the metal.

Clark and I stopped dancing when the officer stopped Don in the movie, and he ended the song with "I'm singin' and dancin' in the rain."

As the song ended, Clark and I found ourselves wrapped in each other’s arms. Our foreheads rested against the other. We just stood on top of the truck like this for a hot minute before realizing we were singing and dancing in the rain. The adrenaline soon wore off and i began to feel extremely cold.

“Y/N, you’re freezing,” Clark said, looking around for something warm to put on me. Clark remembered that he had a jacket inside the truck. He grabbed my hand and led me off the truck.

Clark opened the passenger door to find the seats wet due to the rain and the windows were open so we could hear from the trunk. Clark tried to swipe the water out of my seat but it was no use. I pat Clark’s shoulder, causing him to shift out of the way. I took the opportunity to get into the truck.

Clark scoffed at my actions. I turned to Clark and said, “Thank you.” Clark smiled before closing the door.

Clark pulled up to his house and put the car in park. I was about to get out, but I noticed Clark wasn’t moving. Clark looked upset. I shifted back into my seat and looked at Clark.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

“This doesn’t look like nothing.”

He paused.

“What’s wrong?”

Clark stayed silent. I sighed and rolled my eyes and went to make my way out of the truck once more, but I was once again stopped.

“Did you have a good time?”

“What kind of question is that?”

“You’re wet and freezing, and it’s all because I wanted to go to a stupid drive-in,” Clark said sadly. He looked down at his hands in his lap.

“Are you kidding me? I had the best night of my life tonight. When we were dancing earlier, I didn’t care if we were too loud for the other people to hear, or how embarrassing it could have been to be the only ones dancing, and IN THE RAIN! Do you know why?” I asked Clark. He didn’t answer. “Because I was with you. I felt like we were the only ones there. And yeah. I’m wet and cold, but that’s because of the amazing night I’ve had.”

Clark looked at me with a sad smile. “I’m fine, Clark. In fact, let’s make this night better.”

“Yeah? How?”

“We leave this truck and we go inside, because it’s really cold in here, and we get ready for bed, and end the night with some cuddles. How’s that sound?”

“I think that sounds like a great idea,” Clark said with a smile, but still looking down.

“Great!”

And with that, we went in, Clark gave me one of his shirts, and we cuddled together till we both fell asleep.

Present

Third Person POV

Martha and Jonathan watched the girl excitedly explain her night with their son. They realized they were wrong about the events of last night. They looked at each other with content faces.

“Yeah. That’s all we did. Sorry about the seats Mr. Kent,” Y/N apologized.

“It’s fine. At least you weren’t doing what we thought you were doing last night,” Jonathan laughed. Martha hit her husband in the shoulder earning a small “oww”.

“What did you think we were doing, dad?” Clark walked into the kitchen with a laundry basket full of their wet clothes from last night. He had a smug look on his face, knowing what his parents we’re thinking.

“Um…”

“We assumed that you went to see Singin’ In The Rain while dancing in the rain,” Martha said before taking her husband’s arm and leaving the room.

“Wow. I thought your parents would never leave,” Y/N said, taking a sip of coffee. Clark couldn’t help but stare at his girlfriend. She was wearing his shirt and drinking coffee in his kitchen. It was like a dream, and that’s when he knew that he was going to marry her one day.

“I mean I love your parents, but the more I was talking the more uncomfortable I felt,” she laughed.

“I love you!” Clark blurted out. Y/N began to choke on her coffee.

Holding her chest, she let out a small “hmm” as she worriedly stared at her boyfriend. She heard what he said, and Clark knew that, but that didn’t stop him from repeating it. “I love you.”

“Okay,” she smiled. “That’s what I thought you said.”

“Do you not love me back?”

“No! I do! I do love you! I was just scared that I created some fake ‘I love you’ scenarios in my head. But it’s okay, because it’s real, and I feel the same way,” Y/N said nervously.

Clark walked up to Y/N and held her face in his hands. He looked her I. The eyes and said, “I love you, and I realized that you’re the one for me, and that one day, I’m going to marry you and we’re gonna have kids and a house, and your going to stand in the kitchen of our house looking the same as you do right now. I love how you keep a smile on my face. And how you don’t care if we do something embarrassing, as long as we’re together. I love how you get along with everyone I love, and how you care about them just as much as I do. I love you, Y/N Y/L/N.”

Y/N’s eyes began to tear up as she said, “I love you too, Clark Kent.” Clark Grabbed Y/N’s face, slightly tilted his head, and pulled her in for a slow yet passionate kiss. She stood on her top toes trying to reach him, and he had leaned down so they could meet in the middle. Clarks hand left Y/N’s face and wrapped around her waist. Y/N’s arms wrapped themselves around his neck, deepening the kiss. They stayed like this for a hot minute before pulling away.

Their faces were inches apart when Y/N pulled away to cover her mouth, so she could yawn. Clark noticed the tiredness in Y/N’s arms. He walked back over to the laundry basket he was once holding and said, “I’m gonna wash our clothes from last night. You go upstairs and I’ll meet you up there, and we can cuddle a little more.”

“Okay,” Y/N said through her yawn. She walked off, leaving Clark in the kitchen alone. It put a smile on his face when he heard, “Singin’ in the rain, I’m singing’ in the rain.”

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little-mouse-gardens · 6 months

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Rottmnt ocs

So..I just finished up making my rottmnt ocs, just basically an overview of them.

Note - none of the images belong to me. The picrew I used is by @baby_carrot_art

Full name : sunny rose mora

Nicknames : sunshine, sunny-D, sunflower, sunrise

Species : half human + mutant. appears human on the outside but has mutant capabilities and genes on the inside. She and her sisters would be mutated In the first episode of season one in rottmnt with prototype of ooze developed by draxum. The last creature sunny had come into contact before being mutated with was a cougar at a zoo

Ethnicity - Hispanic American

Gender/pronouns - she/her

Sexuality - Demi + pan

Age : 23 (aged up outside of the show timeline to twenty three or older depending on the au and timeline. So for actual the rottmnt show timeline/events she is around the same age as Raphael in season 1, 2 and the movie)

Birthday : November 2nd

Languages : her main language is English, Spanish and Portuguese

Height : 5’6

Body type : triangle

Skin : freckled deep brown

Eye color : dark brown

Hair : black with dark brown undertones under lighting, curly when it’s down but she usually keeps her hair in braids.

Ear piercings and nose piercing : yes

Tattoos : yes, later on she gets sunflowers and wildflowers tattooed Along her arms and across her back when she’s older.

Personality traits - nurturing , strong willed, level-headed and outspoken

Likes : plants, cottage-core aesthetic, scented candles/wax melts, riding her Bicycle through the park and city, collecting squish-mallows, and

Hobbies - clay charms, pottery, cooking, gardening, sewing/making plushies

Favorites

- favorite food - raspberry lemon muffins

- favorite drink - iced vanilla coconut milk

- Favorite color - pastel yellow

- Favorite animal -humpback whale

- Favorite aesthetic - cottagecore

Main Family - Her mother Adriana , her three sisters Marcy, Skye and Angie, maternal uncles, and maternal grandparents

Pets - her orange tabby cat pumpkin and her duck cinnamon

Full name : Marcy Sofia mora

Nicknames : Mar-mar, mars, m&m, mariposa, marshmallow, dr fashion

Ethnicity - Hispanic American

Gender/pronouns - she/her

Sexuality - Demi + demi

Age : 22 (aged up outside of the show timeline to twenty two or older depending on the au and timeline. So for actual the rottmnt show timeline/events she is around the same age as Donatello in season 1, 2 and the movie)

Birthday : august 8th

Languages : her main language is English, Spanish and Portuguese

Height : 5’5

Body type : bottom hourglass, a little bit rectangle

Eye color : soft brown

Skin : warm honey beige with a beauty mark on her cheek close to her right eye

Hair : short curly black hair styled into a curly pixie cut

Ear piercings and a nose piercing : yes

Wears glasses : yes

Tattoos : yes, later on she gets fossils and types of fish tattooed Along her arms

Personality traits - clever, creative, understanding, sarcastic

Likes : digital art, fashion design, shopping or picking up books at the local library or bookstore, thrift shopping for clothes, remaking old machines into something new, playing video games, 80s and 90s music

Hobbies - sewing, digital art, gardening, painting (both digital and traditional), journaling, reading, roller skating, woodworking, video game design, insect collecting, fish keeping, programming and dancing

Favorites

- favorite food - stir Frye and rice

- favorite drink - fruit flavored water or fruit punch

- Favorite color - orange or just anything fall related

- Favorite animal - beta fish

- Favorite aesthetic - artist, cozy core or dark academia

Main Family - Her mother Adriana , her three sisters sunny, Skye and Angie, maternal uncles, and maternal grandparents

Pets - her many fishes, with her largest being a koi fish she calls sindel

Full name : skye renato mora

Nicknames : Skyfall, sky-sky, skyler, breezy, cloudy

Ethnicity - Hispanic American

Gender/pronouns - she/her

Sexuality - Bi + Bi

Age : 22 (aged up outside of the show timeline to twenty two or older depending on the au and timeline. So for actual the rottmnt show timeline/events she is around the same age as Leonardo in season 1, 2 and the movie. Also she is just a few months younger than her sister Marcy)

Birthday : August 7th

Languages : her main language is English, Spanish and Portuguese

Height : 5’5

Body type : rectangle leaning slightly hourglass

Eye color : greenish brown

Skin : warm reddish brown with a heart shaped birth mark on her left shoulder blade

Hair : short wavy almost curly black hair that stops at her shoulders, usually keeps it half up half down

Ear piercings and a nose piercing : yes

Tattoos : yes, later on she gets butterflies and types of bats tattooed Along her arms, across her back and down to her hips

Personality traits - Confident, laid back, fun-loving, impulsive

Likes : skateboarding and customizing them with stickers, space and stargazing, sitting on the rooftop listening to music, playing guitar

Hobbies - roller skating, skateboarding, video games, singing, playing instruments such as the keyboard or guitar, stargazing, swimming, writing, surf boarding, parkour, volleyball, listening to music, collecting records and cds, customizing things

Favorites

- favorite food - empanadas

- favorite drink - soda

- Favorite color - green

- Favorite animal - Luna moth

- Favorite aesthetic - a mix between kid core and skater

Main Family - Her adoptive mother Adriana , her three sisters sunny, Skye and Angie, adoptive maternal uncles, and adoptive maternal grandparents

Pets - a tarantula she named godfather

Full name : Angie ciara mora

Nicknames : Angela, cupcake, angel, Angelica, Angie-pie, Angelina, angette

Ethnicity - Hispanic American

Gender/pronouns - she/her

Sexuality - Pan + Pan

Age : 20 (*aged up outside of the show timeline to twenty or older depending on the au and timeline. So for actual the rottmnt show timeline/events she is around the same age as Michelangelo in season 1, 2 and the movie*)

Birthday : June 5th

Languages : her main language is English, Spanish and Portuguese

Height : 5’4

Body type : pear leaning round

Eye color : warm green

Skin : warm golden brown

Hair : waist length curly dark brown hair, usually keeps it up in a bun but her hairstyle tends to change based on how she feels each day

Ear piercings: yes

Tattoos : yes, later on she gets a bunch of different cute tattoos across her arms and scattered randomly throughout her body

Personality traits - Sweet, energetic, imaginative, feisty

Likes : soft things, anime, drawing or just art forms of any kind, scrapbooking, baking and cooking, collecting manga, fairy lights, being with her friends and family, naps

Hobbies - baking, cooking, collecting manga, watching anime, skateboarding, video games, exploring abandoned buildings or places, hair styling, collecting plushies, drawing, trying new forms of art, DIY, making jewelry, hiking, bird watching

- favorite food - fruit pancakes

- favorite drink - strawberry boba tea

- Favorite color - pink

- Favorite animal - pika

- Favorite aesthetic - a mix between kid core and soft core

Main Family - Her adoptive mother Adriana , her three sisters sunny, Marcy and Skye, adoptive maternal uncles, and adoptive maternal grandparents

Pets - three rats named peach, Daisy and Rosalie and her horse sugar

#rottmnt ocs #rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #ocs #writing stuff #oc : sunny #oc : marcy #oc : Skye #oc : Angie #oc moodboard #picrew

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healingkit · 2 months

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hiii i got tagged by @oceanfossil to do 15 questions ^_^

are you named after anyone? i named myself after cody from paranatural :3

when was the last time you cried? ummm like 2 days ago i watched haikyuu s4 and teared up over the kiyoko scene .... last serious cry was maybe a week and a half ago

do you have kids? noooo not even a little kitty cat or nothin

do you use sarcasm a lot? yea lol i think its the dry british humour gene

what sports do you play? i USED to play badminton and do gymnastics and also tap dance but now i just crank 90s in my living room or whatever

what’s the first thing you notice about people? generally how much/little they talk but only because i have bad social skills and i am trying to machine learning my way out of autism . otherwise what theyre wearing and their general vibes hehe

what’s your eye color? regular degular blue i fink

scary movies or happy endings? i love horrorrrr i love being scared and getting scared but i like happy endings too just not as much.... my top 2 movies have really bittersweet/ambiguous endings and i feel like the type of ending doesnt matter as much as a narratively satisfying one. horror is also a really cool and diverse genre and i like how committed a lot of horror movies are to getting you to feel some type of thing whatever that may be

any special talents? nooot really i can play the violin and crochet but nothing special. but one thing about me is i will remember. i love collecting people trivia

where were you born? a town in south scotland. the town my parents came from didnt have a lot of births per year and the hospital was not very big and didnt do c-sections (how i was born :3)

what are your hobbies? crochet, art, i love gameingg, i listen to a lot of music and watch a lot of video essays, ive been big into baking and have been trying to get back into reading recently too

do you have pets? no!!!! 😭 i live in a flat there is not a lot of options for pets .... would love a cat though ....

how tall are you? 5'4? whatever 166cm is

favorite subject in school? im no longer in school but my absolute favourite university class was behavioural ecology. in secondary school i loved maths though hehe

dream job? veterinarian i wanna go back to school for it sooooo badddd

i taggg @wormgumz and anyone else who wants to do this can just say i tagged them. teeheehee

#breaking my mysterious blogging persona . scandalous !

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"It's raining in the living room!" for Rose/Ray/Reggie?

One thing Reggie loves to do is sit and listen to his partners talk about their lives. Sometimes it's Ray griping about the haughty models he had to deal with that day, or Rose complaining about the bar manager who spent more time looking at her cleavage than listening to her music.

But her also loves it when they tell him about their childhoods. They had listened to his horror stories of his parents and the fairy tale of his grandparents often enough, so it was only fair.

Ray tells him about his childhood moving from place to place since his dad worked for the Navy, not remembering much of Puerto Rico aside from the odd holiday visit. About finding his first camera in a thrift store and capturing the country, falling in love the whole time.

Rose however, didn't leave San Juan until she left for university in California, so she has lots of stories. Her numerous cousins and relations who remained there, her parents whom Reggie has spoken to on the phone and seem like lovely people, even if they don't get the whole triad thing.

"I miss it," Rose laments one day after finishing another story about her crazy cousin Hernando. "I miss the changes in weather even-it's always the same here, sunny and hot."

Reggie gets that, even the climate in Georgia varied a bit more than here in Los Feliz. So he decides to do something to make Rose's day-she's done so much for him and Ray alike.

Because he's between albums at the moment he has a bit of free time while Rose is still plugging away tutoring music between gigs and Ray has shoots daily. Thus Reggie has all day to put his plan into motion. One trip to the craft store later, plus his weekly tea and cookies with Celia, he's back home and putting his plan into action.

He finishes just as he hears the car pull into the driveway, and starts the oven for a frozen pizza. Most days he's happy to cook, but today he ran out of time slightly, and he knows Ray and Rose won't mind the lazy meal.

"We're home tesero!" Rose calls. Reggie races to intercept her, pulling her into a kiss of greeting, then Ray, grinning when they all cling to each other, swaying together, happy to be reunited, even if it was only a few hours since they were together.

"I have a surprise for you," Reggie says. "In the living room. Gimme a minute and then come in?"

"It's not a puppy is it?" Ray asks with a smile. "Because we talked about no pets without discussing it first."

"It's not a puppy, but I'm ready to have that discussion over dinner if you want."

"Maybe after the holidays," Rose promises him, and Reggie nods with acceptance.

He rushes in and starts the sound machine, the gentle rainfall setting filling the space as he sets up the lights and calls for Rose to come in.

Ray and Rose stop in the doorway, looking at what has become of the space. Reggie had gathered large clumps of cotton batting and attached them to the ceiling, blue streamers and lines of beads hanging from them. The lights were low and the sounds filling the air.

"Wh-what's going on?" Ray asked.

"It's raining in the living room!" Reggie exclaimed. "Rose said she missed the rain, but since the weather here can't be controlled and we don't have the time to go somewhere it reliably rains, I figured..."

Rose comes over and pulls him in for a kiss. "Reggie this is... too much. I love it!"

He breaths a sigh of relief, and grins at her, then looks at Ray who is shaking his head but his grin gives him away. "Well, might as well make the most of the awful weather and snuggle," he finally says.

"Capital idea," Rose replies. "Let's get in our jammies, pop in a movie and enjoy that pizza I smell cooking."

"Meet back here in ten?" Reggie proposes. They all agree, breaking off to get ready.

Later, Reggie is sitting between his two favourite people, the pizza demolished as Gene Kelly and Debbie Reynolds dance all over the screen. Rose grins every time she looks up at the ceiling and even though Ray is starting to drift off, Reggie can see the contentment in his features.

And maybe, just maybe, later on, the LA sky darkens, the clouds grow heavy, and the sky opens up, but the three of them are too asleep to enjoy it. Just as well, Rose loves the rain Reggie made for her way more than the real thing.

#filled prompts #ficlet #ray/rose/reggie #julie and the phantoms

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Whose side? (AO3 Link) Fandom/Pairing: FHR / Chargentstep Word Count: 992 Warnings: Big fat Retribution spoilers here, and make sure you read @sidestepping‘s fic “The Heist” first to put this one into context lol. Summary: Riley really only needs rescuing from the machinations of her own web spinning.

Your breath hitches in your throat, pinched tight and sore. Eyes flick to Ortega, no longer struggling, just staring at you with fiery accusation and betrayal. To Argent, arms crossed and rigid, face unreadable in the reflected dancing candlelight as her gaze goes back and forth between you and Hollow Ground. To Hollow Ground, smug and superior in her upper hand, lips quirked in a too-similar smirk as she watches and waits for your answer.

You, in the middle, unable to see beneath any surface. Pinned down and stretched out on display for all. It's a too-familiar feeling that makes you want to rip your skin off.

Water of the covenant.

Blood of the womb.

You, an abomination born of water and forged in blood.

Whose side are you on? No one's. There was never a side for you. There never has been. Heartbreak proved that. There's only illusions to be indulged in because the truth makes life too bleak. You should have guessed they would evaporate sooner rather than later.

You should have seen the knife aimed at your spine.

Whose side isn't the important question. Not to you, even if they're all burning with it. No, you're just numb to it, ice throbbing in your veins. Slicing into your heart. You have something of your own to ask, far more important. Even if you know the answer will make you want to throw up the perfectly rare prime rib settling like lead in your gut.

"This wasn't just a family dinner, was it?" you ask, flat and emotionless, finally settling on Hollow Ground.

"Family?" Understanding doesn't dawn on Argent's face, only more confusion. You can guess the thought, even with the dampeners making her as unreadable as Ortega. Re-Genes don't have families.

Hollow Ground meets your stare evenly with a shrug. "I can't control who crashes my estate when."

"But you can lay the trail. Bait the trap. That's why you sent Manolo instead of your driver this time." Everyone knows Jake. The message would be unmistakable for anyone seeing him. This person has business with Hollow Ground. You should have known.

"She's sharp," he barks with a laugh over his shoulder.

"This time?" Ortega hisses and finally shoves his way out of Jake's grip and whirls on you. Jake is stayed with a negligent wave of Hollow Ground's hand. But tightly coiled, ready to act again if needed. "How long have you been colluding with these assholes?"

"How long have you been spying on me?" you snarl back. How much has he seen? Why didn't Argent warn you?

Hollow Ground's grin only widens.

"I wasn't spying on you," he protests. Too loudly, a tell. "I just wanted to make sure trouble stayed out of your neighborhood."

"You followed me home?" Hot and cold all over as the blood drains out of your face, as your breath comes out in shallow pants. How much does he know? How much has he been hiding from you?

Why hasn't Argent said anything? You turn to her, voice steadier somehow than you feel. "Did you know?"

"No, not until tonight." She frowns at Ortega before focusing on you. "But what are you doing here? What's this about family?"

"He never told you, did he? His little pet theory he clung to from the day I let him see my face until I was exposed as a Re-Gene?" An empty laugh. Of course he didn't. Especially after he was proven wrong. He hates that more than anything.

"Riley, you shouldn't—"

"Shut up, Ric, Hollow Ground already knows." You can see the "how?" written plain across his face. You ignore it. "Turns out you were half right."

He cocks his head like he didn't quite hear you right. "I was?"

"My donor was her little sister. She ran tests. We haven't gotten to the bottom of how exactly they got their hands on her sister yet. But I think I know why."

Geokinetics are rare and sought after.in the aftermath of the Big One, and boosts tend to run in families. Makes sense for how you turned out with telepathy. Another link in the fractured chain of your life.

"So, what, now you're her sister?" The derision drips from his voice.

"You don't get it." Family but not but she chose to build something with you anyway. A glass house that's shattering around you because of her.

"Of course he doesn't," Hollow Ground says with a hand on your shoulder. You shrug out of it, and there's the slightest crack in her facade that quickly smooths over.

"And I don't know what you were trying to pull with this stunt, trying to pit me against the people I love," you growl and, oh. That gets you a response. Dawning realization, paling skin. "Did you think I was going to jump in after a few months of playing house?"

"I didn't—"

Ortega cuts in. "How could you even entertain this after what she did to—"

You whirl back to him. "Newsflash Ric, she didn't kill Marshall Hood. You just got your foot wet and jumped into an ocean of conclusions. Again."

You catch a glimpse of Argent's eyes widening, but wisely she's staying out of it. If only Ricardo could do the same.

"I— wait... What?"

Bomb dropped, tables turned, their focus on each other now and not you. Good. Time to bail with what little secrets you have left. "I'm leaving."

"Riley—"

"You can't just—"

"Neither of you care about what I want. You're too tied up in your own twisted little games. Just leave me the hell alone, both of you."

You shove past Ortega, fingers dipping into his belt pouch for his keys. Not even the smallest jingle, you still got it. A sour smile as you pocket them and slam the ornate door behind you. You've got your getaway.

They can deal with each other. You can apologize to Argent later.

#kitbug writes things #fhr #chargentstep #ricardo ortega #lady argent #sidestep #riley owens #hollow ground #anti's fantastic fic kicked my mind into such high gear #i had to write a full riley portion LOL #ty again so much anti i owe u my life

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Gemstones Episode 3.9: Baby Billy is Bi, Peter Plots Revenge, and Kelvin and Keefe Cuddle.

Episode 3.9 seems rushed -- it could easily be three hours long. The marital-problem and sibling-problem plots have been resolved, but we still have Uncle Peter, The Simkins, Dusty Daniels, and Bible Bonkers, and the writers have to find some way to tie them all together!

Baby Billy is Bi: Still trying to sell the siblings on his Bible Bonkers game show, Baby Billy (Walton Goggins, top photo), reveals he is friends with Dusty Daniels, the racing champ. We cut to a scene of the two, plus famous actor Gene Hackman (played by Kevin Murray) in Monte Carlo on New Years' Eve, 1999. They're awaiting the Y2K bug, hugging, dancing, and dropping acid as if it's the end of the world.

We cut to a bisexual after-party, with Dusty, Baby Billy, and Gene Hackman having sex, maybe with men, maybe with women.

"Wait, " Jesse asks, "Did did you have sex with Dusty Daniels?"

"I doubt it, but you never know...that's not the important part of the story." The important part: he can talk Dusty Daniels into leaving his fortune to whoever wins at Bible Bonkers, the Gemstones or the Simpkins.

So Kelvin came out to the family yesterday after years anguish, angst, self-doubt, backing-and-forthing, and annoyed viewers, and he still hasn't said the word. Now Baby Billy comes out as bi with utter nonchalance. Why couldn't he have said something to his nephew during Cousins' Night, or back in Season 1?

El Molino: We cut to a locust splatting on a windshield. It's Uncle Peter and Chuck, driving the U-Haul full of explosives. Peter has finally come up with a plan, He doesn't specify what it is, but since it involves the Gemstones and explosives, it's not hard to figure out. They're nearly out of gas, and the militia took all of their money, so they stop at El Molino, a real Hispanic supermarket with two locations in Charleston, to use the cash-counting machine.

While Peter is inside, the U-Haul explodes! He thinks that Chuck has been killed.

Out to the Family: The family gathers in Eli's parlor to watch a tv news report about Chuck's death.

Wait --when did the siblings stop hating their father? Was a reconciliation moment cut?

Notice that the guys are sitting on the right side of the room. In four shots, Keefe moves from sitting a few inches away to leaning against the chair, his shoulder touching or almost touching Kelvin's thigh. They are so close that Kelvin can't move his hand or foot without bumping into him.

They used to be very careful to avoid public displays of affection, holding hands under the table and forehead-pressing instead of kissing. Now they casually cuddle in front of everyone, even family members who did not see the kiss.

They discuss the Bible Bonkers Family Feud-style game show. The siblings will compete, but they need two more. They were going to ask Chuck, a big Bible nerd, but he's dead, so it will have to be Karl and May-May.

More Bible Bonkers after the break

Of all the gas stations in South Carolina: Homeless, friendless, abandoned by his family, Peter sits outside a convenience store. He prays: "I am in my darkest hour. I am but a lost sheep in need of a shepherd. Please give me a sign."

At that moment, Keefe pulls up in the Smut Busters van. He's using that van for everyday chores? Surely he and Kelvin have a dozen cars.

He's listening to the song "Holy Lightning Rod" by Blesst, a Christian metal band (created for this episode?). In Season 1, he considered metal music Satanic. He's come to realize that you don't need to give up things that you love to be a Christian, like heavy metal, Goth/Fetish outfits, and sex with guys.

Did God send him as the sign, to bring Peter back to Christ? If so, it doesn't work -- they don't recognize each other. (After all, they have only seen each other once). So no soul-winning for Keefe. But Peter does steal the Smut Busters van.

God saved you: In the wilderness church, Karl and May-May mourn Chuck's death, clear off brush, and pray -- then she crosses herself Surely somebody on the staff knew that only Catholics use that gesture. Suddenly Chuck walks in! He's alive!

Cut to the family back in Eli's parlor. This time it's just Eli, the siblings, and the Montgomerys. Chuck explains that he made sure the parking lot was empty, then set off the explosion and ran away, so his Dad would think he was dead and he could escape.

It still caused a lot of property damage, and no doubt terrorized the shoppers, who thought they were being targeted by a hate crime. On August 3, 2019, a gunman opened fire in a Hispanic Wal-Mart in El Paso, Texas, killing 23 people and injuring 22. Surely the writers were thinking of that incident when they specified a Hispanic supermarket.

"Why were you super-mean to us, while we were in captivity?" Chuck doesn't explain, but he avers that he didn't actually want them to die. Then why were you shooting at them? Besides, he blew up the van to save them. Doesn't that make up for the kidnapping? I thought you blew up the van to save yourself.

So, about Bible Bonkers? Chuck is a Bible expert, so May-May can drop out. The team will consist of Jesse, Judy, Kelvin, Chuck, and Karl.

Later, at the amusement park, Chuck tries to apologize to Jesse. They bond over having Daddies who are embarrassed by them.

The Bible Bonkers Filming: Apparently several weeks have passed. The Bible Bonkers set is finished, and they're going to film the first episode. Isn't it a conflict of interest for the Gimstones to sponsor the show and compete in it? But I guess they'll be donating the prize money to the church.

In the dressing room, Billy offers to give the sibling the answers to the quiz questions. Apparently once a grifter, always a grifter. They refuse. He claims that their parents were so neglectful, he practically had to raise them.

As Gideon drives Eli and May-May to the filming, they see Peter in the stolen Smut Busters van. He's up to no good! Follow him! Why didn't Keefe report the van missing?

On set, the band starts to play and the dancers twirl about. Showtime! Baby Billy does a cheesy stand-up bit, then introduces the Gemstones vs. the Simpkins.

Notice Kelvin's textured single-breasted green coat, "The Attico" from Farfetch, "The global destination for modern luxury." It will become important later.

The Simpkins team includes siblings Vance, Shay, and Craig, not seen since Episode 1, plus two young Asian girls. Apparently they are ringers: there is no indication that any of the siblings has a partner or children. Compare with the Gemstones, who, for all their faults, have devoted partners.

Baby Bill asks easy fill-in-the-blank style Bible questions to Jesse-Vance and Judy-Shay. The Gemstones lose.

Now it's Kelvin-Craig's turn. First Kelvin does a self-aggrandizing coat-swirling dance. Keefe, watching from the VIP section with the other partners, responds with a weird robot thing. It looks like he's following along with the move they practiced.

Meanwhile, Gideon, May-May, and Eli follow Peter to the Salvation Center. Couldn't they have called the police from the car? Don't these people have cell phones? He drives to the loading dock, on a day when there are no services, so he probably expects the church to be empty.

When the Gemstones confront him, he announces that he has filled the Smut Busters van with explosives, triggered by his fitbit watch. Wait-- where did he get a second batch?

May -May yells that both his sons are inside. Chuck is alive after all. At this point, Peter would probably give up the plan, but he is interrupted by......

The full review is on RG Beefcake and Boyfriends

#the righteous gemstones #kelvin gemstone #keefe chambers #kelvin x keefe #tony cavalero #adam devine #gideon gemstone #jesse gemstone

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maaarine · 1 year

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Clifford Woolf:

“We have adaptive protective pain. Pain after trauma, like a physical injury or surgery, is adaptive in the sense that it’s the means by which the body says: do not use this bodily part until you have healing.

Therefore pain is helping the healing process.

Where pain becomes truly maladaptive is where there is no danger in the environment, no ongoing inflammation, no ongoing trauma — it’s just pain.

And that consists in a disease of the nervous system itself. Instead of pain being a symptom of disease, pain now is the disease.”

Anna Machin:

“Many chronic pain conditions are poorly understood, including fibromyalgia, which was only first defined in 1990. Despite that, research has shed some light on the disorder.”

Eva Higginbotham:

“Although fibromyalgia is thought to affect 2-5% of the population, there is no test you can take, or biomarker that can be measured, that could definitively diagnose it.

Instead, there is a long list of other diseases that must be ruled out first. This can make for a long and painful diagnostic process for people already suffering with difficult and exhausting symptoms.

Scientists do know that fibromyalgia often comes on after the body has experienced a shock, like a nasty infection, physical trauma, or even significant psychological distress.

It’s much more common in women than men, and it’s thought to have a significant genetic component, where changes in genes involved in certain neurotransmitter systems can make you more susceptible to developing it after psychological stress or illness.

Imaging studies have confirmed increased pain and sensory issues in the brains of people with fibromyalgia.

And scientists have also found imbalances in neurotransmitters that are implicated in pain and sensory transmission.

However, scientists and doctors haven’t reached an agreement on the specific mechanism of the disease, with theories including immune system dysregulation, and issues with the autonomic nervous system that regulates heart rate. (…)”

Clifford Woolf:

“One of the major causes of chronic persistent pain is neuropathic pain, which is pain associated with damage to the nervous system.

The nervous system reacts to that damage by overcompensating and changing the processing, such that it becomes pathological processing. (…)

There was a study in Denmark looking at hernia repair. Something like 10% of those patients had severe excruciating pain [after surgery] that went on and on.

No one had picked it up because they never went back to the surgeon, they just went home and felt very miserable.

But it turns out that a relatively minor surgery is sufficient to trigger them into chronic persistent pain.”

Anna Machin:

“For Rachel, her symptoms started after not long after having a nasty round of glandular fever while working a dance competition.

And scientists have found an association between the Epstein Barr virus that causes glandular fever, and fibromyalgia.

Perhaps in a similar way, to have coronavirus can cause long covid.”

Source: How We’re Wired: How We Feel Pain

#how we're wired #podcast #health #fibromyalgia #epstein barr #coronavirus

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Dream Theater - Octavarium - HQ

I never wanted to become someone like him So secure content to live each day just like the last I was sure I knew that this was not for me And I wanted so much more Far beyond what I could see So I swore that I'd Never be someone like himSo many years have passed Since I proclaimed my independence My mission My aim And my vision So secure content to live each day like it's my last It's wonderful to know that I could be Something more than what I dreamed Far beyond what I could see Still I swear that I'm Missing out this timeAs far as I could tell There's nothing more I need But still I ask myself Could this be everything? Then all I swore That I would never be was now So suddenly The only thing I wanted To become To be someone just like himA doctor sitting next to me He asks me how I feel Not sure I understand his questioning He says I've been away a while But thinks he has cured me From a state of catatonic sleep For 30 years where have I beenEyes open but not getting through to meMedicate me, infiltrate me Side effects appear As my conscience slips away Medicate me, science failing Conscience fading fast Can't you stop what's happeningA higher dosage he prescribes But there's no guarantee I feel it starting to take over me I tell him not to be ashamed There's no one who's to blame A second shot, a brief awakening I feel the relapse, can't break freeEyes open but not getting through to meMedicate me, infiltrate me Side effects appear As my conscience slips away Medicate me, science failing Conscience fading fast Can't you stop what's happening?Sailing on the seven, seize the day, tripper diem's ready Jack the ripper, Owens Wilson, Phillips and my supper's ready Lucy in the sky with diamond Dave's not here, I come to save the day for nightmare Cinema show me the way to get back home againSpinning round and round (Looking outward, reaching in) Scream without a sound (Leaning over, crawling up) Stumbling all around (Losing my place only to) Find I've come full circleFlying off the handle With careful with that axe Eugene gene the dance machine Messiah light my fire gabba gabba Hey hey, my my generation's home againSpinning round and round (Looking outward, reaching in) Scream without a sound (Leaning over, crawling up) Stumbling all around (Losing my place only to) Find I've come full circleOur deadly sins feel his mortal wrath Remove all obstacles from our path Asking questions, search for clues The answer's been right in front of you Try to break through, long to connect Fall on deaf ears and failed muted breath Loyalty, trust, faith and desire Carries love through each darkest fire Tortured insanity, a smothering hell Try to escape but to no avail The calls of admirers who claim they adore Drain all your lifeblood while begging for more Innocent victims of merciless crimes Fall prey to some madmen's impulsive designs Step after step we try controlling our fate When we finally start living it's become too lateTrapped inside this Octavarium Trapped inside this Octavarium Trapped inside this Octavarium Trapped inside this OctavariumWe move in circles Balanced all the while On a gleaming razor's edge A perfect sphere Colliding with our fate This story ends where it began

#youtube #dream theater #progrock #octavarium #lyrics

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