morgynleri:

jabberwockypie:

otahkoapisiakii:

the-mighty-birdy:

pain-and-missouri:

pain-and-missouri:

A hitman who advertises his services the way a commission artist does

“Um hey guys. I’ve been hit pretty hard with financial difficulty lately. I’d really appreciate it if you’d consider commissioning me.”

Stabbings: $45

Gunshots: $100

Poisonings: $200

Thanks you guys please share if you can!
❤️❤️❤️

I’ve got three slots left, and remember, I can do groups for +$50 a person!

See, I spent way too long looking at this and trying to figure out why stabbing someone would be cheaper than poisoning them, because like, that’s WAY more labor-intensive.

Because if you stab someone, it’s kinda obvious they were murdered. If you poison someone, if you’re good, you can make it look like an accident or natural causes. So of course you charge more for making it look like an accident.

Okay, true, but shooting someone is even MORE obvious that you murdered them – because with stabbings it could be argued that they tripped and fell onto something sharp 25 times.

But shooting could be an accident, too, though you have to talk very fast and be able to hide any motivation to shoot them in the first place. Or self-defense, especially if you do a good job with hitting center mass, and can make a case for being afraid for your life or others. Just have to set it up right.

deviousthinkers:

morgynleri:

quincysoulz:

morgynleri:

@elegantmess-southernbelle and I were throwing around thoughts on who we’d like to see better as Clint Barton/Hawkeye than Jeremy Renner, and we thought well, if we’re recasting one, why not recast them all, and racebend them while we’re at it.

Lupita Nyong’o as Natasha Romanov/Black Widow

John Boyega as Steve Rogers/Captain America

Jason Mamoa as Clint Barton/Hawkeye

Daveed Diggs as Bruce Banner/Hulk

Idris Elba as Tony Stark/Iron Man

Djimon Hounsou as Thor

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | More still to come

No I refuse

Refuse what? Because there’s a lot of things in there that could be applied to, and right now, I have to tell you, I’m imagining you’re refusing to accept the idea of a recast where the Avengers aren’t white.

Or, as the case has been more than once already, refusing to accept the idea that Steve Rogers, Captain America, could ever be black, or indeed, anything but white.

I really hope not. I would be gravely disappointed if that’s the case.

I like most of these casting choices. I can see them being able to pull them off. I really love the casting for Nick Fury in one of the other sections of this.

The only two and a half that I’m having trouble seeing are the one for Coulson, he doesn’t look very every man and suspiciously bland but not. That’s based on how the character has been built so far. As a semi-covert agent who doesn’t give a lot away in any manner until he has to. I find that guy too expressive in the other pictures I’ve seen of him so far.

Hawkeye’s, I still see him as Ronon from SGA. I can’t see him using a bow. When he becomes Ronin maybe I can see that because it’s swords and other hand weapons plus fighting abilities. Actually I could see him being Banner in many weird ways. I just can’t see him as the human disaster that is Clint Barton in the comics.

My half is the guy you cast for Thor. I have no idea about any of his other roles and if he can pull off prince of Asgard and warrior. He looks like he can do warrior pretty well. Can he pull off spoiled prince and yet god of Thunder who is still growing up and into himself? I think part of my thing about him is the lack of hair because I expect to see hair on Thor.

Overall, a really interesting casting. I’d watch that. Any others you’ve got ideas to recast in? I’d love to see them.

I used Courtney Vance for Coulson because I’m familiar with his work with Law & Order: Criminal Intent, and I could easily see him doing the bland-but-not thing with Coulson, which for me was the most important aspect of Coulson. Yes, he can be expressive, but he can also do blandly polite very well.

Jason Mamoa was the first recast, and honestly, we mostly agreed on him because the shoulders. The lovely wide muscled shoulders that reminded both myself and my partner in this of MCU Hawkeye, and also of our mental image of a professional archer. I know I’m not terribly familiar with most of the comics – and honestly, the only thing I’d love to be do even more with Clint is find a deaf actor of color to be able to cast as Clint (which, I know that aspect of comics-canon from tumblr).

As for Djimon Hounsou and playing Thor – while I’m not familiar with his filmography, there’s no reason that he couldn’t step into that role and make it work. It wouldn’t be the same, but that’s part of the point.

I have a list of things to do, and I have half of the next set of character blocks (sets like these), and I have a messy beginning to doing the movie blocks for Thor, which is the next one I have on my list for posting, once it’s done. Part of the delay on that is having enough motivation, time, and energy all at the same time to sit down and get the screen caps I want for each of the characters.

hugs you You sound like you were so much a better person than I was coming out of anaesthesia. I’m glad things went well, and you’re home safe. :)

poplitealqueen:

morgynleri:

poplitealqueen:

I’m really curious how you reacted coming out of it now, Morgyn.

From what I was told, I was the emotional one with the occasional nonsensical need to either scream or laugh. I was crying *a lot*, but I was also in a really good mood!

😀 Being in a good mood is probably better, even with the random screaming or laughing.

I came out of the anaesthesia very rapidly, and was striking out at anyone and anything around me before I even managed to pry my eyes open, and would not stay laying down while it finished wearing off. Which took about five minutes before I was able to walk out of the office. At which point, I was about as coherent and sociable as I usually am when I first wake up, which is to say, coherent is a vague yes, sociable is a hard no.

I spent the ride home making grumbly growly noises, and was not allowed to make my own eggs or prepare my own drink when Alys got me home, which involved a detour by a pharmacy for the pain meds (which I never took, because tylenol is on my list of nope, even if it’s combined with an opiod). I didn’t speak much to the pharmacist.

I spent the rest of the day on the couch, watching… nature documentaries, I think. And drinking small sips of not-water and eating cold eggs in tiny bites. Alys went home at the end of the day, and I don’t remember if I slept on the couch, or if I slept in the loft in the second bedroom in the house, or if I’d already been able to move into the apartment at the time.

(Also, nitrous oxide just tastes weird but otherwise does nothing for me, and while anaesthesia does knock me out quickly, that’s not entirely a benefit when I also come out of it quickly once it’s no longer being administered.)

… and now I’m trying to remember if I told my primary care or my pain doctor about my reaction to anaesthesia. Since I didn’t have either at the time the teeth came out, and I don’t remember if I put that in my notes that they got.

*whistles and cackles* You get angry! Oh my gosh, I kinda wish I could see that now, since you’re one of the sweetest people I’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting! (Aside from occasionally wanting to kill an assholes, which just makes the sweetness sweeter imo)

From what I remember when they put that rebreather type doohickey over my nose, Nitrous Oxide smells sickly sweet, like rotten fruit. Kinda gross, but it was a welcome distraction from the IV they had to put in *shudders* I was out of it for a good hour or two afterwards, I couldn’t walk around without help and I was a total little Looney toon. I’m glad I went with being mostly knocked out, though, I don’t know how I could have gotten through all of that conscious with just local.

Eh. *wobbles hand* I wasn’t feeling angry, even if it might have looked like I was angry from the outside. I think the feeling was closer to panic, actually. And grumpy/unsociable is a lot of what follows being afraid in public, for me. Because I do not like being afraid, and especially when there’s nothing I can identify as a reason to be afraid. And more so when I’m in public where people I don’t know can see me afraid.

The nitrous oxide smelled like someone was shoving cold metal up my nose, and it didn’t do anything to distract me. I think it might have left me a bit agitated, and I’m pretty sure I took it off because it wasn’t helping. Especially since I needed to watch the needle for the anaesthesia go in (it was the working coping method for needles at the time).

hugs you You sound like you were so much a better person than I was coming out of anaesthesia. I’m glad things went well, and you’re home safe. :)

poplitealqueen:

I’m really curious how you reacted coming out of it now, Morgyn.

From what I was told, I was the emotional one with the occasional nonsensical need to either scream or laugh. I was crying *a lot*, but I was also in a really good mood!

😀 Being in a good mood is probably better, even with the random screaming or laughing.

I came out of the anaesthesia very rapidly, and was striking out at anyone and anything around me before I even managed to pry my eyes open, and would not stay laying down while it finished wearing off. Which took about five minutes before I was able to walk out of the office. At which point, I was about as coherent and sociable as I usually am when I first wake up, which is to say, coherent is a vague yes, sociable is a hard no.

I spent the ride home making grumbly growly noises, and was not allowed to make my own eggs or prepare my own drink when Alys got me home, which involved a detour by a pharmacy for the pain meds (which I never took, because tylenol is on my list of nope, even if it’s combined with an opiod). I didn’t speak much to the pharmacist.

I spent the rest of the day on the couch, watching… nature documentaries, I think. And drinking small sips of not-water and eating cold eggs in tiny bites. Alys went home at the end of the day, and I don’t remember if I slept on the couch, or if I slept in the loft in the second bedroom in the house, or if I’d already been able to move into the apartment at the time.

(Also, nitrous oxide just tastes weird but otherwise does nothing for me, and while anaesthesia does knock me out quickly, that’s not entirely a benefit when I also come out of it quickly once it’s no longer being administered.)

… and now I’m trying to remember if I told my primary care or my pain doctor about my reaction to anaesthesia. Since I didn’t have either at the time the teeth came out, and I don’t remember if I put that in my notes that they got.

hugs you Getting your wisdom teeth out can be entertaining, but it feels so much better once they’re out. The stitches that they’ll put in your gums after will probably feel weird, and especially when you’re swallowing (I kept thinking I was going to swallow the stitches because the way they felt). You also might not be able to open your mouth enough for a spoon for the first day, so liquids are your friend if you can’t.

poplitealqueen:

I can hardly open my mouth as it is, so it won’t be too big a change, I think? I’m looking forward to the part after where this painful pressure I’ve had for months finally hits the road. That’s worth a week of a liquid diet and then some.

Smoothies and water ahoy! I also had someone suggest miso soup and oatmeal. I think icecream is one too, but that stuff is so dang cold. Once I have a date, I’ll start compiling a proper supply, along with getting some days off of work and school.

The part that kind of got me was the fact that there will be holes. Like actual holes I’ll need to clean out with a syringe for a few weeks, and out of everything they’ll have to do, that grossed me out the most and I just can’t tell you why.

Sigh.

I wish I could get it done tomorrow, or Friday even, but I need to have a referral sent and that can take up to ten days, which doesn’t even take into account the surgeon looking at my file and calling me to schedule an appointment, which could take *another* ten days.

*SIGHS*

At least twenty more days of this. Joy. At least I have a reason if I’m particularly salty! *hugs back*

Huh. I wasn’t given any instructions to clean out the holes in my gums where my wisdom teeth were, though they did give me antibiotics for mine. (Of course, mine were removed not just because they were crowding the rest of my teeth and broke one, but because they were infected and trying to rot out of my mouth.)

Oatmeal would be good – personally I recommend something with cinnamon and nutmeg and cream and stewed peaches, if you’re not allergic or otherwise unable to consume one of those – though probably not in the first day or so. Eggs, if you can do scrambled, thinned out a bit with something, are also good, and add protein to things. Again, if they’re safe for you to eat otherwise.

And salt water rinse can be useful, ‘cause that’ll help with any leakage of blood, and also help keep infection from being a problem, because bacteria aren’t terribly fond of salt water or being rinsed away vigorously. You can add powdered clove to that to help with pain/soreness, if you want. 5:1 salt:clove at the strongest, and using a pinch at a time. Probably no more often than twice a day, with the clove. (That’s what I use for my teeth on a regular basis, though my additives of choice are sage and rosemary and thyme.)

Star Wars: All Her Daughters: Home

princesspotpourri:

morgynleri:

AO3 | DW

For @theotherguysride, because you sparked this.

@norcumi, @lilyrose225writes, @queenkit

Fandom: Star Wars: Prequel Trilogy
AU: All Her Daughters
Word Count: 500
Characters: Tree | CC-0623 (OC)

Tree takes a moment to watch the sun set and the stars come out, and to reflect on the unexpected direction life has taken.

The house is a sprawling thing of interconnected rooms and large windows and skylights, difficult to defend but full of sunlight and the bright laughter of small children. On top of a hill next to a small lake, with trees that come just too close for an ex-soldier’s comfort. Nothing like they’d thought they’d have after the war.

Of course, they never thought they’d be alive at the end of the war.

Tree sits on one of the flat sections of roof, watching the sky turning from 501st blue and white to 212th gold and Coruscant scarlet and the violet willow of his own discarded armor. Alone for the moment, but that’s why he’s up here. Everyone has their own way of finding a moment’s peace, and everyone knows not to pester those who have sought such privacy.

Looking away from the first pinprick of stars in a steadily darkening sky, he turns his attention to the wide swatch of grass between the house and the lake, where there are still children playing. The older younglings, watched over by Generals Kenobi and Secura – no. Not Generals. Master Kenobi and Knight Secura. Jedi, only Jedi, and nothing more.

The younger ones will already be inside, fed dinner and pestering Master Yoda for bedtime stories. The little green troll had shown up soon after they’d finished the initial building of the house, and Kenobi had let him stay. It seems to be working out well enough, and Tree knows that it helps to have another person to watch out for the younglings, born and adopted.

And maybe having Yoda here is why the Jedi Order hasn’t come calling to try to scoop up any of the younglings, even the ones who could have been taken. Tree doesn’t really know, and for all that the clones were made of the Jedi, he doesn’t want to know. It’s enough that their children will stay here, with them, all of them.

Tree shakes his head, a small smile crossing his face as he tilts his head back again, watching the stars as the light from the sun vanishes over the horizon. He never visited most of them, though he could name them, the ones that were once part of the Republic, with worlds spinning around them. Some of them still are, and those that aren’t, well. It’s not his job to spy on them, or the job of his Jedi and his brothers to bring them back into the fold.

It still feels strange, to not have all of that weight on his shoulders, even if they were made to bear it. All he’s responsible for now is this house, and those within it, and he has plenty of help with that.

He watches the stars for a long moment more, listening to the clatter of younglings being herded back inside, before he lets out a long breath, and pushes up from his chair, heading for the trap door and the family waiting for him.

Notes:

Tree has mostly only existed on the periphery of Butcher and River so far, but he’s half of the commanders – Mouse is the other – of the group of SpecOps clones that were mixed Jango-clones and Shmi-clones (because if you try to clone Anakin, you get Shmi instead).

This is such a beautiful description of a moment in time. And such a hopeful AU! I’m off to ao3 to see if there’s more.

A New Year’s Eve well spent, IMO. 🙂

Thank you!

There is more to the AU, though I’m not sure all of it would count as being as hopeful as this. Though except for The Butcher and the River, they all work toward this end, plotwise. (The Butcher and the River sets a few things up for this, and then veers off into Time-Travel and a very messy variation of fixing a few things, because they’re Butcher and River, and messy is kinda their trademark.)

Bedtime 6 Oct 17

kediil-eperu:

morgynleri:

I’m to bed. I’m through the second season of Borgias, on the second rewatch of this in a month. (Last time was just because. This time I’m doing screen caps and random notes for Feathers of Red.) I’m highly entertained by Cardinal Sforza, there are bits of scene I’m cackling about for tweaking for the AU, and also, his haircut in the second season remains horrible. Cesare’s isn’t too much better, but at least it’s not the monstrosity they foisted off on Ascanio.

Also, this show has so much red in it, and such a fantastic, glorious crimson color at that.

Hugs for everyone, and I hope y’all sleep well when you get there!

(There’s a cut here for other things.)

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Once, a zillion years ago, I woke up early on a Pennsic morning. My nose was cold, I tried to curl my tail over it, & I DIDN’T HAVE ONE.

Yeah, that was a sucky day.

That does indeed suck.

Right now, what frustrates me the most is the lack of wings. Not so much to fly, but because a flare of wings would more than double the visible size, and that’s going to scare the crap out of anything menacing me or mine. I mean, really. Tiny person suddenly is much, much bigger person, and they can fly, and they can hit the foolish menacing twit with those wings, and ok, I also kinda want the damned teeth and the breathing of fire, because sharp teeth and fire.

(Today still felt like wings were missing, and the tail, but manageable. Not snapping my teeth at thin air because there are supposed to be more of them and sharper and nomming things from the air.)

drags more blankets and pillows and plushies with them, bear tucked under their arm Is the sick pile still going? September decided that no, it wasn’t going to let me skip the late summer/early autumn cold this year.

deadcatwithaflamethrower:

Come on in. I think most of us are still here. :-

Whee! :

I just got back from the ER because my body decided that it was going to make my breathing do horrible things that required getting an expert opinion on what the fuck, and now I have cough suppressants and some other instructions on getting better, including not to be working for the next four days – so, no cleaning the apartment until the weekend.

*wraps self up in a quilt and a comforter, and makes up a pot of tea with a very large amount of honey*

hugs you There is nothing wrong with being excited over working on a fancomic. You are Making A Thing, and that? That is one of the most fantastic and awesome things a person can do. You are CREATING. Reaching out to touch the infinite, and bending the world into a new shape that is all your own. Making a world, of which you are the supreme deity, the arbiter of life and death and everything. You are fucking fantastic, and nothing anyone else does can change that.

poplitealqueen:

*hugs back* You’re totally, 100% right, dude. Also? You put it so beautifully. I feel like I should frame this and put above my work desk.

You know me by now, right? I have a horrible habit of reacting first and actually thinking later. Sure, that can be good for spontaneous stuff. Writing something, drawing something, meeting people, booking plane rides, etc etc, but when it happens with bad feelings it becomes fucking awful. I don’t stop to think, “This isn’t the right way to think about it.” Nah, I just immediately let myself be pulled by the current of my emotions, letting them take me where they may. It’s something I really gotta work on. I hope one day it isn’t so *visceral* all the time.

What I need to do, besides what I just said above obvi, is just *things*. I need to just do thing, and not worry about them so much. I gotta stop comparing what I’ve just started to do with what people have been doing for years. I gotta stop thinking what I’m doing is wrong somehow.

It’ll get easier. I hope.

(I should have put that in question form. Does it get easier? Do you eventually move past thinking you’re wasting your life? Do you ever stop comparing yourself to others? None of the wikihows I looked at could tell me.)

The brain weasels might never shut up, but with practice, there can be more days when you can tell them to shut the fuck up. And the bad days don’t seem as bad. Yeah, there are still going to be bad days, and sometimes there are points when it looks like a barren wasteland, while everyone else is off partying, but. It gets easier, I think, to remember that no matter how awful it might be, there’s bright spots, and there will be more of them, just so long as you keep going. (There’s a post somewhere either in my queue or over on my sideblog where someone put it better.)

Surviving the day is a battle won. Having a day where nothing makes you feel like the worst kind of shit is winning a battle without spilling blood. Being able to make a thing? Is the victory parade through the streets.

Yeah, so you worry about things. So long as you do them, so what? It’s anxiety, it’s annoying, and it’s there, but it’s not stopping you (ok, sometimes it does. And you pick yourself back up, and try again later).

I could dig up something from when I was in my early 20s. It’s mostly crap compared to what I’m writing now, ten years later. And it’s leaps and bounds better than the stuff I wrote ten years before that. Sometimes I go back and read it to cringe and twitch and remind myself that, no, really, I’m not that bad.

I do the same for mental health stuff – go back and read entries and stuff from before, to remind myself how far I’ve come. (Like, say, no longer at the point where I’m writing poetry with serious amounts of suicidal ideation and angry screaming. No, it’s not online. No, I will not type it up and post it. It’s enough that it exists where I can find it.)

(Going with the upset and the hurt and the bad feelings – I get it. I’ve been there. It’s hard work getting to the point where it’s possible to go “that’s not right”, and to interrupt the thoughts more often than not. But you keep working at it, and you get there. Even if it takes years to do so, that’s not a reflection on you or your dedication or your will power or your moral fiber. Just means that the brain weasels are really loud and tenacious, and you’re even more stubborn than they are.)

Morning, 29 Aug 17

koiotchka:

morgynleri:

koiotchka:

morgynleri:

It has been raining for at least four hours, everything hurts, and I’m highly tempted to just go back to bed.

Today’s weekly chore is sweeping floors, and there is only one floor which is picked up enough to sweep. I have fed the cat, I am going to get my tiny chickens into the crock pot with the squash and the pineapple and the onion, I am going to attempt to feed me, and then I think I may well go back to bed.

Tiny chicken recipe sounds v. interesting, is there more to it than what you just listed?

Been raining for hours here too, I managed to get up long enough to take painkillers, then went back to bed. Sleep doesn’t want to come, but the pain has reduced a little bit. Its a little.past lunch time now and I’ve eaten a can of soup and taken more painkillers… Hoping to be able to do some dishes soon. I also need to adult in that I need to ask my neighbor if he can take me to my (our, actually; neighbor goes to same doc) oncologist on Thursday. I keep reminding myself ot this and then not doing it…

Good morning!… I guess…

-Coyote

Nothing else goes into the crockpot – nothing else fit between the two crockpots, in fact.

Four cornish game hens, two butternut squash or equivalent, two cans of pineapple (or one fresh), and two sweet onions (or other largish onions). Three went into the larger crock pot with 1+½ each the other ingredients, one went into the small crock pot with the rest. And the lids just barely fit on properly.

Once they’re done cooking, they get the bones removed, portioned into one-rice-pot amounts and vacumn sealed and frozen. When they go into the rice pot, they get rice and ginger and garlic and soy sauce, and maybe chicken stock instead of water. Maybe a pinch or two of sugar and a pinch of salt.

This is the last of the current batch of quick-rice-pot meals at the moment, though I have enough room in the freezer to contemplate more. With these, I’m at about three weeks worth of quick meals, and I’m thinking I’d rather have closer to four. So next thing is probably going to involve taking the cast iron dutch oven and making sure it’s in good shape, then finding a halal or kosher butcher who has goat, and getting some goat and making a dutch oven full of goat and ginger and garlic and sweet onion and parsnips and coriander and cinnamon and nutmeg.

Just. Doing the hard work of making it all now, until the freezer is full, and then I can have weeks of not having to do anything but thaw a thing of stuff, dump it into the rice pot, add grain and liquid and spices, and leave it to cook.

I hope the afternoon has gone decently, and you’ve managed to adult long enough to arrange a ride to the oncologist on Thursday, at least. *offers a hug*

Yay hugs 😀 *hug*

The afternoon has been far less painful that the morning and I’m super grateful for that. And I managed to arrange the ride for Thursday 😀 I haven’t done any dishes, but @lovetehawesome has, so that’s good. I *have* made a dent in tidying my bedroom, there’s some floor visible now. It won’t be once I put the blankets/yoga mat/skins back down, but that will be because they are covered on purpose with soft things, not piles and piles of clothes and art supplies and drums and unpacked travel bags…

It’s still raining and I love it even though it means extra pain. I really, really love rain. I am interested to see what happens if this rain continues for more than today, but I don’t want flooding, obviously… I will try to remember to go looking for moss and mushrooms for to take pictures of them, when the rain lets up…

Three weeks of meals into the freezer is so productive!! I am amazed 😀 thank you for food details. I may have to try the tiny chicken/everything/rice at some point, though likely on a smaller scale. It sounds worth a shot. My stomach is so, so picky right now – I’ve been surviving mostly on fruit (fresh, frozen, and canned), saltine crackers, oatmeal and nut based snack bars, and if I can convince my stomach to deal with it, a little bit of meat here and there (usually with something vinegar-y, for some reason vinegar and habaneros helps with nausea?? Makes no sense). I made a nice bland soup of potatoes, butternut squash, carrots, water, and salt, and I was thrilled with it, until one meal of it didn’t stay down. Now I haven’t wanted to finish the rest… Meat is usually my go-to, especially beef, not being able to eat it like I am used to is really weird for me, almost identity-crisis sort of weird. Not quite, but close.

I’m not on chemo at the moment, and for some reason I get sicker off chemo than on. So I’m hoping that when I go back on, I’ll be able to eat better/more reliably.

I definitely need to grab a hand of ginger, I wish I’d thought to put it on the last grocery list. It might help with my stomach, and it would be good to learn more about cooking with it…

*ramble* sorry for the big long ramble… But also thank you for the conversation 😀

I’m glad the afternoon was less painful. And yay for managing cleaning! Go you!

Bodies are weird, and sometimes they’re extra weird. *hugs you gently* I hope that the tiny chicken recipe works for you, with the stomach being cranky.

Ginger is a wonderful thing to cook with, though not for everyone. About a thumb’s worth of ginger is usually enough to make an entire crockpot taste of ginger and have a nice bite. I tend to go heavy on ginger, though, mostly because it’s one of the flavors that is a fallback for me. One of the things that can get me to eat readily.

Nutmeg is another awesome flavor for me, and when I put it in, it seems to help my appetite even when I’m not getting recognizable hunger signals. I don’t know if it would help you, but if it does, that’s awesome.

No worries about rambling! I’m mostly being slow and quiet today because it’s been a weird day full of not wanting to brain much. 🙂