Philippe

Snide remarks and inflections often turn simple words or expressions into insults. It’s terrible that it happens but sometimes the ole sticks and stones mentality really is empowering…if we don’t empower them then they have only a hollow mantra. I’ve seen generations of people playing into and preying upon the very nature of getting under someone’s skin; it’s either revenge or power driven usually. A snide Adam and Steve comment around me probably brought a reply somewhat; well only guys comfortable in there sexuality and masculinity should be playing around in this garden. I grew up attending high school at the height of the racial riots of the late sixties and early seventies. My school was majority white until massive bussing turned the school majority black…not integrated, but disproportionately black. Yet the kids attending weren’t even found to be the cause of the riots; it was activist stirring hatred and starting riots, but then magically disappearing before the reactions caught them in play. I was personally suspended 3 times my freshman year for riot/fighting; that was when they cordoned of areas and all within were sent home guilty of fighting. Then they started getting better at tracking incidents, people, and witnesses. That’s when the activist were found to not even be students there, or at least not most of them. Unfortunately, human nature and personal interests all too often pull us in unlikely directions until we learn to real truth and the motives. The people staying true to themselves and to humanity, as good people, were all fine when the dust settled; life continued until the next wave of activism tried to tell everyone what they were feeling. Many black students and parents didn’t agree with what the so called black leaders espoused as necessary for white people to accept or embrace as necessary for black society within white america. 🤔 What? We were all taught as Americans until these people kept driving wedges and decides between…Americans. As a fair percentage of native Cherokee and other tribal mixes, I very much remember my grandfather’s response when I asked about being Cherokee,” you don’t worry, they won’t know if you don’t tell anyone.” His father had been a child when the family jumped from the state of Georgia into the territory of Alabama. The census shows the family off and on as Indian and white…many times based on whether the census taker interviewed neighbors or family members directly, as taking census didn’t mean every person had to be spoken to, just accounted for. The trail of tears avoided, the family stayed under the radar for the decades when that was still a sensitive topic. So I guess coming back full circle, adapting is not conceding, read the room and stay safe; but don’t ever empower others to have power over anyone if avoidable. Just think, whether Adam and Eve, or Adam and Steve, if they had been southern Cajuns they would have eaten the snake instead of the apple and we could all have avoided a lot of these problems. 🤣

Lloyd on a latrine break; the loo being out of frame; perhaps where Thunderbolt is looking.

The context could be speaking of your god and ours; collectively our gods.

Well, Julian is well read. He may know enough to break the code so that Wylan gets is alphabet and vocabulary going.

What, did you skip the rest? Man, you missed out on valuable nap time. How did you make it through the night?

Right, why not have night savings time, rest more time, extra hanky panky time. As my grandfather, then my father used to say, nothing good happens after midnight. Well, my youthful brilliance would burst or blurt something like , then why do we come home when things are getting interesting? 🤔 oh well, good luck kick starting your day.

Yeah, that does pop and sizzle.

Now the pig army has to learn how to raise their pinkies as they drink Lord Wylan’s new champagne cashe.

Maybe he took the expression of learning how to use his pig sticker a little too literal??

I can’t help but chuckle at the names alone; pudding, ass-hot, etc. This reminds me of the US campaign for parenthood/child awareness; it’s 10 o’clock, do you know where your squires are?

Well, he is in Wylan’s service, his guard, but point taken. The wager was winner take all that the loser had…so while Wylan collects winnings, he had nothing but his man servant protector to lose. 😆 Pretty good horse trading, as expected from a stable boy! 🐎

The bigger they are…the harder they fall; and fall he did, may have swallowed his balls too. Perhaps that was part of the choked sobs, choked on his balls coming one direction and his massive pride sinking in the opposing direction. As we say down south…Bless His Heart!

From someone experienced with spurs…

Can you Count De Balls?

Switch out the chandeliers for the disco balls and laser lights, let this smash up of medieval and modern society, hi society, get the show started with some disco moves.

I inherited my mom’s cat, that was dumped along our street/yard. The poor thing was only 515g and not wheened. He is part Maine Coon, a long haired red tabby, with a big bushy tail. He is harness and leashed trained and likes to be out in the yard while I’m outside; he spent today with me washing cars and installing new car tags. He’s very social as long as I’m around, otherwise, he is more of an observer. He likes to perch against the door to look outside as we drive on my road trips. I was raised with dogs for pets and companions, this is my one and only cat ever. What a spoiled cat he is.

Oh the joy and trust between a boy and his dog, especially when bonded along the ages that you and your dog were. Mine was Bandit, named from the coat pattern being like the little Bandit from Johnny Quest. Though my Bandit was a Boxer and Birddog mix, but he had no real outward characteristics being part boxer. His lines and colors were more bird dog. We were bonded at very near the same age as your story seems to place you. I had many night, early morning, paper deliveries, down long dirt roads, on a bicycle. Bike lights of those years were mostly useless and batteries weren’t much better. The dirt roads didn’t allow effective use of the little tire driven generators. So occasional street lights, a little moonlight, and bravery…of having Bandit trotting at my side, every dark morning.

Watch out, as that is a double edged sword.

Yeah, it’s a bit of a tease when everybody can tell when you shave, that very first time, your fuzzy…upper lip. Good thing that lets you practice a little before moving lower…like the chin, that adds extra curves and depending upon feels and mirrors.

But rumors are hard to capture. That poor herald nearly had early onset cardiac arrest. Little did he know he was indeed writing history…no wonder why some artifacts are so hard to find and piece together what really happened beyond our limited written history. 🤣

That’s getting down to the dregs

Hand holding out of bed, conveniently spooning in bed.

No, just coffee grounds…for accent.

Hey, I’m a bastard…but of high born blood 🩸. 🤣

I think you’re right that Q being a Demi-god and having shared his soul with Zac has created a Demi-god of sorts. I don’t know if Skailer can be trusted to not lie…as crafty misdirects came paint the appearance of continuity or truth…that doesn’t exist. Likewise, why would a god that’s been ensnared once, give directions on who and how to do it again? There still seems to be a whole lot more than meets Akuzio, and now Zac’s, eyes. The Great Mother can’t take sides, so can she help Jacob without being constrained be that pledge of neutrality? Naveyk can’t be trusted to help Jacob as that goes against getting Q to ascend, or would seem so, and why would he want to free Skailer? What choices does Jacob have and what will he do? Is it time to go consult with Q again? Or when Q gets stronger?