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Im going to have to learn new depths of emotional maturity to handle the field school this season tbh
#several people I would rather NOT spend my summer doing manual work with are going AND the director said she’s moving me from my trench of#2 years to a different trench bc of some valid reasons of what I know a lot about BUT that trench is MY baby and we were FINALLY through th#roof tile layer and I spent 2 years waiting for that#and my dig wife isn’t going this year 😭😭😭😫😫😫😫#she’s moving me to the trench that they found a forge in and didn’t get to bedrock yet in and I wrote my thesis on tools so like fair#but I fucking worked my ass off for that other trench and I don’t get to be there for the fruit of my labors#last season was HARD it rained so much and we were so busy and couldn’t excavate very many hours and the professional archaeologist assigned#to my trench had a different commitment so I was In Charge of that trench and fighting for my life to keep the mood up of the undergrads I#was supervising and I was in charge of making HARD decisions about how to excavate that trench#and now I’m being put at a different trench and like they already found the evidence of the forge like what more am I going to find there#but despite my gentle and polite protestations I am being reassigned to be in charge of that unit#which fine I’ll do my absolute best but I’m still upset
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We need a fanfic where Jet and Sam, after years of having fallen out of talking to each other, collaborate so Jet can complete the world's first speedrun from inside a gaming PC at GDQ. Complete with all the nasty logistics of transporting, powering, and operating the laser equipment in a conference hall. (Or would the Maker Faire be a more appropriate venue? If they can handle Tesla coils they can handle the laser... #RIPMakerFaire)
#i will write this#i had to stop writing my doom/tron crossover because it became an AU where i can do whatever i want with the laser operations where doomguy#was inside the computer instead of canon tron programs#like i invented a whole army of OCs to operate the laser#this au also has to include how angry alan is about the entire project because they a) do not tell him and b) excavate the laser from the#arcade for this because the one that actually has the professional correction algorithms on it is like bolted into the ground at encom#i think we could excuse all the computers to run the thing by having the laser running on jet's absolutely caked up gaming PC#the game itself is running on another computer probably. you get either rtx OR laser
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Natasha Romanoff Masterlist #2
Angst 🩸 | Fluff ☁️ | Smut/18+ 🥵 | Dark 🕷️ | H/C 🫀
Top R! ⬆️ | Bottom R ⬇️ | Switch ↔️ | Has a Penis 🍆
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Main Masterlist | Natasha Romanoff Masterlist #1
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Natasha x Fem!R (will do GN! from time to time)
Oneshots (2nd Person)
Excavate My Love 🩸|🫀
Seed of Romanoff 🕷️ | 🥵 | ⬇️ |🩸
Worth the Wait 🥵 | 🍆 | ⬇️
Castles Crumbling 🩸-> ☁️ | 🥵 | ↔️
On the Edge 🥵 | ⬇️
Affirmations 🫀| ✨
The Demons We Create 🩸| ☁️ | 🥵 | ⬆️
Whatever You Like Baby ☁️ | 🥵 | ⬇️
The Fracturing of a Mind 🩸 | 🤏🏼☁️
An Ocean of Regrets 🩸
All is Fair in Love and War ☁️ | 🥵 | ⬆️
Blurbs (2nd Person | 1.9kish or less)
Carved With Love ☁️ |🫀| ✨
You Can Run, but You Can’t Hide (a/b/o) 🥵|🍆| ⬇️
Sinful Practices 🥵 | 🍆 | ⬇️
Kissing Booth 🩸-> ☁️ | 🥵 | ⬇️
Silent Night 🫀
So Kiss Me ☁️ | ✨
Discovering Paradise 🤏🏼🥵 | ⬇️
Please Forgive Me… 🩸-> ☁️
Professional Mishaps 🤏🏼🥵 | ☁️
Double the Trouble ☁️
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Archaeologists Unearth Ancient Mosaic of Winged Medusa in Spain
The stunningly preserved Ancient Roman mosaic floor was found at the Huerta de Otero site in the city of Mérida.
In both ancient and modern interpretations, Medusa is often known as a monster — a Gorgon with tresses of serpents whose stare turned men to stone. This version typically appears in children’s movies and fantasy thrillers, but her image hasn’t always been so awe-inspiring. In late June, archaeologists in Western Spain uncovered an Ancient Roman mosaic floor that depicts Medusa with tiny wings and flowing locks of hair, thought to have been used as a protective symbol.
The mosaic was found in the city of Mérida’s Huerta de Otero archaeological site. Ancient Romans established a colony there in 25 BCE named Augusta Emerita. Traces of its former inhabitants — including an amphitheater and a bridge — can be found throughout the modern-day city. “[The site] is of an exceptional nature due to the level of conservation of the ruins and, above all, the ornamental elements that decorate the well-preserved house: not only the mosaic of the Medusa but also paintings and sculptural motifs,” said archaeologist Félix Palma in a statement.
The Huerta de Otero location was excavated in 1976 but lay untouched for decades. Research picked back up in 2019, when the city employed professional archaeologists and students from its Barraeca II Professional School to explore the ruins. Since then, the team has uncovered an Ancient Roman defensive wall, a road, and the home of a wealthy family.
The Medusa mosaic adorned the floor of this home. Depictions of fish, peacocks, and carefully tessellated patterns surround the artwork’s central figure: a human-like Medusa, her gaze turned to one side.
Although this image diverges from some contemporary renditions of the mythological figure, the mosaic’s winged version was common in Ancient portrayals of Medusa. While early Greek depictions of the mortal-turned-monster, cruelly punished for being raped by the god Poseidon, show her as grotesque, Medusa’s image softened by the time of the Ancient Romans. Beginning in the Classical Greek period, her face acquired more human attributes. It started to be rendered with symmetry and youthful beauty in the following centuries.
Other Ancient Roman mosaics featuring the head of Medusa have been discovered throughout Spain. Medusa again comprises the focal point of an Ancient Roman mosaic in a 115–150 CE work found in Rome, where she can be seen sporting human curls and a snake around her neck. A 1st-to-2nd-century ornament from a chariot pole shows a young woman with curly locks (although a couple of snakes still peer through her tangle of hair).
In Ancient Greek mythology, Perseus killed Medusa to avoid being turned to stone. Medusa, in her early terrifying form, was used as a protective symbol — “an image of evil to repel evil,” Madeleine Glennon writes in a 2017 essay for the Metropolitan Museum of Art. The goddess Athena famously included a representation of Medusa’s severed head on her protective cloak or aegis. In Ancient Rome, her beautified image was still employed as a protective symbol, although the depiction shifted into a form more similar to a woman than a monster.
By Elaine Velie.
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There's a lot of criticism of the women on TikTok who blame feminism for capitalist exploitation. They say they want to be stay-at-home moms. They don't want to work all day. And the criticisms I'm seeing are about dispelling the mythology of the stay-at-home mom. Stay-at-home moms do work all day. They live a life of daily financial abuse from their husbands. And when their husbands leave, they're destitute.
It's important to dispel the myths of wife life. But we need to pay attention to the frustration these young women feel. We need to listen to what they're actually saying.
"I don't want to work all day making money for strangers. I don't want to be alienated and alone. I want to spend my time around family."
These feelings are completely understandable and very common. They feel like feminism sold them out to capitalist exploitation. That's not exactly true. But feminism has spent quite a lot of time trying to help women tread water in a growth-dependent economic system. It's better than drowning, right?
But so many women are dissatisfied with this. And they're right to be dissatisfied.
Feminism has focused on making sure women have a stable place in the dominant economic system. But has feminism succeeded in making women leaders of this system? Not really. It hasn't worked out that way.
When men sacrifice their time, energy, and humanity competing in this economic system, they often end up in leadership. But when women make the same sacrifice, we don't get the same rewards. The system is not designed that way. Our economic system is reliant on population growth and can only function by keeping women poorer than men. If we somehow closed the salary gap, economic growth would vanish.
In order to grow the population, you need to back women into a corner. Mistreat women in the workplace and underpay them at the end of the day. Encourage women to go to college where they might meet a man and get pregnant. If women graduate with a degree instead of a baby, that degree is meaningless because it's in a woman's hand. If women break into a high paying male dominated field, harass them and suppress their professional development. Back them into a corner. Make work so awful that the traditional family myths start to sound promising.
This is not an accident. This system is not a product of men's ignorance. You can tell men "women are human too" as much as you want. They know we're human. That could not matter less. This economic system needs population growth. This economic system needs women to be disenfranchised. The system can only do what it's designed to do. It can't be reformed.
So why does feminism focus on reforming it?
These young women notice the stagnation of feminism. They notice how unhappy all the women around them are in the professional world. The men are jovial and lighthearted at work and the women are miserable. Women are making the very sober observation that men belong in the patriarchal professional world and women don't. Feminism has excavated a few new crevices in the system for women to crawl into. But women don't want crevices. Women want the world.
If feminism wants to win back the hearts of these women, it needs to figure out how to give them the world. Women can never win the world under a growth-dependent economy. The only way women can reclaim our power as the leaders of humanity is through economic degrowth.
Right now, when women think of feminism, they think of cubicles. We need to change that image. When women think of feminism, they should think of freedom from a greedy destructive system.
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Alrighty, so remember that Arabian Knights AU? Well, let’s start with the concept sketch for the Professor, (Y/N).
Character Backstory below the cut.
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The professor is the type of person who loves learning about all kinds of cultures, history, and myths. Although they are a professor at a university, they sign up for excavations and archeological digs at every chance they get. In one of those digs they happen across some kind of artifact with no known origin. The artifact has inscriptions of several ancient languages, making it difficult to pinpoint its origin. While many professionals brush the artifact off as a fake, the Professor, with their knowledge of history, culture, and mythology, believes that this artifact may have come from an unknown civilization. This inspires them to find a way to fund their own archeological research and excavation for the first time. It takes 5 years for them to find sponsors and fund their research, but when they finally do, they travel the world searching for this unknown civilization. After nearly 3 years, they find themselves in a desert oasis town known as Kasuf Oasis, a town that has recently grown in development thanks to one of the Professor’s sponsors. The town itself is still relatively new, but it’s not too far off from some oddly shaped mountains. It isn’t until the Professor starts exploring around those mountains that they discover the ruins of an ancient city…
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At almost any location in any major city on Earth, you are likely standing on thousands of bodies. These bodies represent a history that exists, often unknown, beneath our feet. While a new Crossrail station was being dug in London in 2015, 3,500 bodies were excavated from a sixteenth- and seventeenth-century cemetery under Liverpool Street, including a burial pit from the Great Plague of 1665. To cremate bodies we burn fossil fuel, thus named because it is made of decomposed dead organisms. Plants grow from the decayed matter of former plants. The pages of this book are made from the pulp of raw wood from a tree felled in its prime. All that surrounds us comes from death, every part of every city, and every part of every person.
Death avoidance is not an individual failing; it’s a cultural one. Facing death is not for the faint-hearted. It is far too challenging to expect that each citizen will do so on his or her own. Death acceptance is the responsibility of all death professionals—funeral directors, cemetery managers, hospital workers. It is the responsibility of those who have been tasked with creating physical and emotional environments where safe, open interaction with death and dead bodies is possible.
— From Here to Eternity: Traveling the World to Find the Good Death, Caitlin Doughty
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ii/v. ‘til my pulse loses time: pulsus bigeminus
pairing: kyle gaz garrick x f!reader
word count: 1.4k
synopsis: the second time you save gaz
tags: whumptober, broken bones, blood and injury, wound tending, hurt/comfort, medic!reader, 4+1, no y/n
warnings: war
ao3: read here
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II.
The first time you left the base’s vicinity to operate out in the field was under less than ideal circumstances.
You’d been stitching up a deep laceration across the chest of an infantryman when your radio crackled to life. On the other end of the comms, Captain Price had informed you of his squad’s status after a particularly nasty ambush near a series of steep cliffs not too far off from the medbay. While Sergeant McTavish and that lieutenant had managed to avoid the worst of the damage, one Sergeant Garrick was currently still stuck under several large bits of debris. Before the captain tried pulling him free, he wanted medical personnel to be on standby.
So here you were, staring at a pile of rubble, wondering just how far below laid the man out of whom you’d dug a bullet some weeks ago.
“Have you been able to contact him, Captain?” you asked so as to fill the silence with something, anything other than your unrelenting thoughts of paranoia and worst-case scenarios.
Price nodded, his hands grabbing onto the collar of his tactical vest. “Affirmative. We checked in just before you arrived.”
“Put him on the line.”
The captain unclipped a hand-held radio from his waistband and tossed it your way before turning around to convene with his remaining men. You raised the device to the level of your chin, pressed the button on its side, and spoke.
“Sergeant Garrick,” you greeted, tone clinical and matter-of-fact. “Can you hear me?”
A cough sounded through the static. “Nice to hear a familiar voice, Doc.”
You almost snorted at that; familiarity wasn’t exactly the first word you’d use to describe your professional relationship with the guy. The two of you hadn’t exchanged more than a few acknowledging gestures since that day his comrades dragged him into the clinic. In fact, until this very moment, you’d thought he had forgotten all about the interaction, reducing you to a mere vagueness in his pain-hazed memory.
It appeared, however, that the sergeant remembered plenty enough. While he had managed to stay out of trouble—and thus out of your orbit—during this past string of weeks, the pit in your stomach had never quite left.
Your initial premonition had proven correct. Injured again. Through no fault of his own, yes, but establishing fault was hardly important when it came to life and death.
“How are you faring down there? Try and rank your pain on a scale of one to ten.” While you waited for him to respond, you began to set up your equipment, digging for your stethoscope, for bandages and gauze. Once everything was to your satisfaction, a quick wave of your hand brought Captain Price back to the site, ready to excavate the final member of his team.
“Feels like a bloody mountain of rocks just fell on top o’ me, how ‘bout that?”
Damn soldiers. Always difficult, always stubborn. “A number, Gaz.”
“Between a three and a four,” he relented after a few beats of silence. His voice sounded strained despite his efforts to conceal the truth of his current state. “But no rush, yeah? The quiet’s not so bad.”
You handed the radio back to the captain, with whom you shared a look. Freeing Gaz was your highest priority; there’d be no more delays.
Price signaled for McTavish and the one called Ghost to approach the rubble, and, together, the three of them got to digging. Their gloved hands lifted debris, methodically removing boulders and slabs of earth in a way that would minimize the risk of it all toppling down. It was arduous work, but involving heavier machinery might do more harm than good.
Ten minutes into the unburial, they located him. Pinned beneath stone, in an air pocket—alive. McTavish and Ghost relieved the crushing weight, enabling Price to grab Gaz by the arms and drag him towards an open spot of land. There, he tried to sit upright, eager to become of use, but a single stern if I catch you moving before the medic gives the all clear, I’ll make your arse clean latrines for the next month, hear? from his captain had him stilling.
As you knelt closer to the wounded man, those brown eyes swiveled to meet yours, trapping you with their alert intensity. Dirt was speckled across the bridge of his nose, appearing more like a patch of constellations than grime, and a cut crusted with dried blood ran through his left brow. Dust clung to his lashes, exhaustion deep set in his face, and yet he looked. . .
Good. Too good, considering where he’d been for the last hour. Not the most professional observation, sure, but you were only human.
The longer you maintained eye-contact, the more recognizable the reverence in his stare became to you; it wasn’t uncommon for soldiers who’d been separated from their environment, from their very atmosphere, to view the mortal world as heaven itself once they returned. That same sentiment was now infused into his gaze, shining with wonder, like he had just found the answers to his life-long questions, had just stumbled upon eternal paradise.
The kiss of the wind, the hug of the sunlight, the confession of the birdsong. A utopia; Eden.
“Happy to see the sun, Sergeant?”
A flicker of confusion replaced the awe in his expression, but it was gone so quickly you questioned if it’d even been there in the first place. “Right, the sun, yes, that. Bloody ecstatic.”
Gripping his shoulders, you assisted him in moving from a supine to an upright position, your efforts careful and gradual. The amount of buckles and straps and zippers that constituted his tactical vest were unnecessarily complicated, in your opinion, which made freeing it from his body too damn difficult. After a minute of watching you struggle, Gaz took mercy on you; he brushed aside your unsteady hands, swiftly unclasping the vest and pulling it over his head with a wince.
The motion drew your attention to his face. You assessed his clenched jaw, the pronounced frown line between his brows, the strained muscles and bulging veins in his neck—all physical signs that did not particularly bode well.
“I’m going to check if anything’s broken. Is it alright if I feel my way around?” At his nod, you brought your fingers to his sternum. “This may hurt.”
And so began the routine of poking and prodding and pressing. He inhaled sharply when you touched along his midsection, over his ribs, but he waved off your whispered apology, motioning for you to continue your examination. Even through his clothes, you could discern what felt like misaligned bones, which was to be expected.
You leaned slightly away to retrieve your stethoscope then guided its ends into your ears, wanting to listen to his lungs. Carefully untucking his shirt from the waistband of his cargo pants, you slipped your hand beneath the fabric and rested the auscultatory device against the skin of his back.
“Take a deep breath in for me. Hold it. Then slowly, slowly breathe out.”
Ever the soldier, he heeded your directive, his chest filling with oxygen. No crackling noises, and his respirations sounded regular, so you concluded that he had avoided puncturing a lung. Thankfully.
However, that still left the matter of the tenderness you’d felt in his torso as well as the fractures his ribcage had sustained.
“His ribs,” you diagnosed, withdrawing your hand from his heat, hanging the stethoscope around your neck, then rising to your feet to better address the captain. It unnerved you, the height difference between you and every single one of these men, and you thus had no desire to further add onto that preexisting disparity by staying on the ground. “They’re almost certainly broken, but we’ll do an x-ray to confirm. The good news is that the recovery should be quick and easy. He’ll be field-ready in no time at all.”
Price nodded, and the majority of his concern ebbed away, frown lessening. “But?”
“But.” There’d always be a but in this field. No good could come without being joined by the bad; they were a package deal. “The bad news is he’ll have to visit the medbay at least once a week so I can monitor how it’s healing.”
If you had fully turned around to face him then, you would’ve seen the sly grin that now illuminated his features, the glint that entered his eyes. Alas, you did not, and so his following words caught you off-guard, bringing heat to your cheeks.
“Seems we’ve got awfully different definitions of bad news, love.”
tbc.
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Ok, so do think that you can do relationship hcs for Cynthia, Lusamine, Diantha from Pokemon?
The fact that a Pokemon request of all things took so damn long is baffling but whatever. Minimalistic post since I don't have banners for Pokemon and I don't feel like going through Tumblr gifs to find a decent one for everyone.
God this took way too long. Writer's block struck at the worst possible time.
Cynthia
-Cynthia's occupation as champion keeps her quite busy. Neither of you particularly enjoy this but that's just how the cookie crumbles as they say.
-Despite that, she's surprisingly good at separating work from her personal life. When the League's finding itself in a slow season and new trainers aren't running amok around Sinnoh she'll always manage to find time for you.
-She's extremely supportive of whatever you do and will be there all the way. Wanna be a trainer too? Congratulations, you have a world class mentor. Wanna be an archeologist, she will nerd out about ancient mythology with you all you want and join you on your excavations. Anything you wanna do, Pokemon-related or not, has her full support.
-Between her mythological studies on the side with her work and training as champion, there are moments she overworks herself. You'll need to play the role of caretaker and bring her back down to Earth.
-Of course despite this, it doesn't stop her from doing the same for you when necessary. Gently pushing you to go to sleep, preparing a fresh cup of your favorite warm drink, or knocking you out with a bat hugging you from behind to relax you.
-Her Pokemon quickly form an attachment to you, they see her family as theirs, too. Seeing her terrifying, nightmare inducing Garchomp acting like a big puppy will never get old.
-If you have a team of their own, they get quite protective, especially the unevolved, inexperienced ones. At least until you end up catching up to them, which they eventually will under their tutelage.
Lusamine
-Realistically, you really only get close enough to be in a relationship if you start as an employee at the Aether Foundation. Your hard-working attitude and sincere kindness towards the Pokemon they take care of quickly grabs her attention. Something about you just stood out even among the similar employees working under her.
-The relationship instantly is declared to be a secret, she still needs to keep a professional appearance at work. In private though is a different story.
-Once you do manage to win Lusamine's heart, she's extremely attached and clingy. Considering how her last relationship ended, she will not let you go. And you can bet that you're not touching anything involving Ultra Wormholes with a 40 foot pole.
-Very physically clingy all around despite what your first impressions of her might have been. It's a pleasant surprise when she finally drops the professional facade around you and craves gentle intimacy.
-It's only natural that Lillie and Gladion quickly become a big part of your life considering how big of a part they are in Lusamine's. Being there for them is a requirement in your relationship.
-It takes a while for them to warm up to you, but they do eventually. Lillie's much more open about it, happy to have a second parent in her life again. Gladion does try to keep up the edgy persona, but he does become fond of you, albeit shown very subtly.
-It's a very surprisingly domestic relationship after the whole Ultra Space incident. A very happy family picture with Lillie and Gladion around.
Diantha.
-Much like the last two ladies, very busy. Being a champion and a movie star means she's not exactly swimming in free time. Whenever you two do get to go out together, disguises are needed thanks to her fame.
-Dating Diantha means your fashion sense sees a noticeable improvement. Mostly to have effective disguises so you can go out in public without being hounded by paparazzi. It's actually quite pleasant when it works.
-You learn to spot her out in public regardless of what she's wearing as she beckons you over to a nice cafe or restaurant she wants to try with you. Kalos is known for it's exquisite fine dining, whatever gets her approval is bound to be the good stuff.
-The public is inevitably soon going to find out you're dating THE Diantha. You're gonna become a bit of a celebrity yourself whether you like it or not. If you're pursuing anything to do for a living, you're at the very least gonna get eyes on it, fortunately. You two immediately become Kalos' power couple.
-If you have a Pokemon capable of Mega Evolution, Diantha will be your number one fan and mentor in helping you achieve that power. She's about the best you could ask for in this regard, her ace is a Psychic type that she Mega Evolves, after all.
-Despite all the glamor and lights, she does crave something of a domestic life. She very much appreciates a more traditional partner there for the long run who wants the same thing. To her, buying a house and settling down is her ultimate goal, and showing you want the same makes you two pretty much set for life.
#pokemon#pokemon x reader#pokemon cynthia#lusamine#pokemon diantha#headcanon#relationship headcanons#cynthia x reader#lusamine x reader#diantha x reader#x reader
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