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philly-interlude · 13 days

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[11:51 AM]

"have you ever thought of leaving her?"

"...why do you ask?"

"i'm asking you a question"

"...sometimes-"

you heard two men chatting behind the slightly opened door of the rooftop, surely it was your boyfriend jisung and his bestfriend.

your hands grip the handles, hesitating whether you'll go there or nah, well you don't wanna interrupt their chattering.

you didn't hear the next words coming from his mouth as you left downstairs with the lunch tight on your arms, you didn't know why you left though your mind tells you to listen more of it.

he thought of leaving me sometimes? am i too much for him...or am i not enough...?

you have now overthink

on your way down, you bumped with ara—jisung's ex-crush which is also your... bestfriend? maybe.

"oh? y/n, be careful you have lunch with you, is that for jisung?" she smirked teasingly as she lifted her brow teasing you more, but honestly, it doesn't give you butterflies on your stomach.

without a word, you smiled and just nodded respectfully knowing she's the president of your class lol, "well i have to go somewhere sorry" she was about to say something but you ran from her not wanting to speak more.

oh god how you despised listening to her speaking his name in front of you, you despised how she acts in front of your boyfriend when she borrows his bike, how you despise her in every way whenever she interacts with jisung.

you were never jealous, but when it comes to both of them, jealousy flares anywhere. you just wanna cry and curl up like a baby thinking that they both have feelings for each other but you trust jisung, you love him.

unknown to you, you were crying already from the thought of them having conversations behind your back, but you know she won't betray you because she already has her man, so why cry over jisung cheating with ara? that's just stupid.

or maybe it was just the stereotype that jisung would cheat with her since he liked her before and that he also has a photo with her that we willingly took and posted it on social media with 70 reactions with the caption "true love is with the president" and just- but he hasn't done that with you.

in addition to that, his mother has seen it and more people did, too, especially his and her relatives and close friends and that hurt you more now.

you don't like overreacting when it comes to this but you fished your phone from your skirt pocket and went to your social deleting the highlight you had with both of you and jisung.

"that's radioactive jealousy you have there my friend" a familiar voice interrupted your thoughts and hid the screen of your phone hastily, it was too late as you looked up and saw jisung's bestfriend raising his eyebrows with a small smile towards you.

you stood up and rolled your eyes on him, "shut up, where's jisung?" you plainly asked. he crossed his arms in front of you with a stoic gaze, "you were just sobbing about him and then you're finding him now? the fuck is that mood"

"just answer me"

"nuh-uh let's go somewhere else for you to clear your mind, crying about him and finding him after your rage won't help for the sake of your peace-"

you interrupted him with your index finger touching his lips shutting him up as you inhaled gritting your teeth, "fine let's go" you went past through him and he followed like a dog behind you.

a voice oh-so-familiar caught your ears and halted both you and jisung's friend's steps, him almost bumping into you letting out a small 'ow'

"y/n!" it's jisung, obviously, but he isn't the one that caught your attention- "see i told you we shouldn't walk this path y/n you're so hard-headed-" jisung's bestfriend whispered annoyingly beside you.

you wanna furrow your eyebrows but you don't want to give a negative impression towards your boyfriend especially since it's the only free time you can be with him.

"hi sungie" you hugged each other as you trained your eyes to ara, of course she went with her 'cutie patootie' persuasion just to borrow your boyfriend's bike again.

might as well smell the seat of your bike after she sits on it. your evil side spoke but you shook your head not wanting to be mad and jealous again, you have the worst personality when you get jealous, you know that so you limit your craziness to prevent...homicide.

"have you eaten yet?" jisung asked, "no" you briefly but straightforwardly answered. "attitude, miss" he deadpanned, "what's with you again?" questioned him.

"nothing lol" you giggled and pinched his cheeks and was about to go away from his arms and tell some invalid reasons yet he gripped your arms tightly but softly forcing you to stay with him, that man's dead serious and he ain't ballin'.

jisung pulled you somewhere hidden (a/n: it's not what you think it is-) and cornered you on the wall, he looked at you dead in the eye, "go on what's with the attitude? i know you y/n don't trip me" he lowly said.

but you're a bit prideful, "you know me? then you gotta know when to avoid people i despise too, i'm not being possessive, i honestly don't care sung but when it comes to her it's a different story.

it's a fucking different feeling because i feel like you still have those sparks on your eyes whenever you look at her whenever she speaks to you like- whenever...i don't know i can't trust you with her, i am jealous, of course i admit that i hate everything you did to her that you didn't do to me...i-

i hate to think that you liked her more before than you do to me as your...girlfriend", your knees went weak and eventually gave up from being overwhelmed, you hate crying in front of him over a small thing.

he went down you slowly, his glittery eyes looking at you sadly, but the words that came out from his mouth surprised you.

"you're overreacting again" he pulled you close to him and brought you back to the classroom.

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hydr0phius · 4 months

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Some crack summaries (and just general notes) of Greater Good like how I did with Chaos Rising

Ar'alani: We have technology to aim our weapons with but I'm going to just eyeball this shot here.

...

Thalias: *enters the bridge, is exhausted*

Samakro: Wow, you look like shit.

Thalias: Thanks so much. I really appreciate that.

...

The side of Thaliamakro in this book has me giggling and kicking my feet. If they don't get together romantically I am still here for the friendship. I love them skdjfhsdjf. SAMAKRO SHE'S NOT A SPY THOUGH, MATE-

...

Laknym & Thalias: *open their mouths to explain something to Che'ri or to ask a question of each other while they're down in secondary command*

Kharill: SHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Thalias: We're-

Kharill: SHHHHHH. NO. NO TALKING. SHUSH.

...

The ominous things being hinted at about the Stybla family's past (the most vicious warriors etc). I'm intrigued. Tell me MORE.

...

*Samakro & Thrawn talking about keeping the Magys on the Springhawk & it's low key an argument*

Samakro: And what do you suppose the Syndicure will think of this?

Lakinda, internally: I hope I don't get dragged into this.

Thrawn: Actually, I wasn't going to tell them *looks at Lakinda*

Lakinda, now officially in the argument: Uhhhh

...

Lakinda: STUPID THRAWN TAKING ALL THE DAMN GLORY!!!!! I DISLIKE THIS MF-

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Thalias: *wakes up*

The Magys in hibernation:

Thalias: Who the fuck put that the- wait, I said Thrawn and Samakro could put it here. Uh. *proceeds to dress for the day throwing side eye looks at the hibernation chamber and wondering if the magys is just suddenly going to wake up and jump scare her (she's not)*

...

Thalias: *opens the door*

Che'ri, instantly looking inside: WHat's ThAt-

Thalias: A coffin!

Che'ri:

Thalias:

Che'ri: That's a bit weird.

Thalias: The Magys is in hibernation to stop her from offing herself.

Che'ri: o h.

...

Ba'kif: *giving the new orders for Thrawn to be shifted out to the Paataatus again, except there's a lot of political shit going on at the same time*

Samakro: *needling for a bit more info in a subtle way*

Thrawn: *no fucking idea what's happening, but not too pleased about going to the Paataatus hive-home world when he's got a Magys in hibernation in Thalias' room and a puzzle to solve back on Sunrise*

...

Jixtus having music and beanbags at his meeting with Haplif. Haplif struggling to get out of the beanbag with dignity. Jixtus telling him he should bird watch more often.

...

Thurfian: *frothing at the mouth with sheer rage after hearing about the scuffle over Sunrise with the unknown dreadnaught + Lakinda's assistance*

Zistalmu: *approaches*

Thurfian, internally: What if I just laid into him? What if I gave him a verbal lashing? A bit of a tickle up? I'd feel better if I tore something to shreds-

(Also Thurfian): Don't do that. Focus on the end game. FOCUS ON THE END GAME.

Zistalmu: You look happy.

Thurfian: Fuck you-

...

Lakjiip: Look at this *hands Lakuviv the metal report from the Agbui jewellery*

Lakuviv:

Lakuviv: THat's fucKING NYIX ALLOY-

Lakjiip: I KNOW

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Haplif: *does anything*

Lakphro: What are you planning??? I'll find out. I'll know-

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Lakjiip: Tell no one of these brooches.

Lakphro: Of course.

*later*

Lakphro: *calls his cousin who is married to a scientist who has connections with other scientists that work with metals etc* Hey so there's this jewellery I'm going to send it to you in the mail-

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Lakbulbup: Send it through express post.

Lakphro: Have you SEEN the rates for that lately????

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Qilori of fucking Uandualon. Back again and causing havoc we're all going to see later. He's going to be the reason the skywalkers are targeted by the Grysk, isn't he...

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Shimkif: Marry me.

Haplif: wHAt-

Shimkif: It'll gain Yoponek and Yomie's trust. It'll be fake too

Haplif: Oh ok.

...

Shimkif: Sorry I was gone so long. I was busy poisoning birds.

Haplif: Amazing.

Yomie: I found another migration up north.

Haplif, internally: No the hell you did not-

...

Haplif: I don't like birds. I've had enough of birds.

Shimkif: *poisons Yomie*

Haplif: Nice, we're out of here.

***

RIP Yomie, you had the brains to figure the Agbui out, but your silly fiancé did not and now we're in a bit of a pickle. Haplif giving Yoponek the brooch he took from Yomie's corpse to Yoponek and telling him she left it for him to pin it to her dress on their wedding day when they met again and Yoponek just believing that day will come and meanwhile Yomie's floating in the damn VOID-

I'm sad about them.

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Ar'alani: You need to identify yourselves.

Battle Dreadnaught: We've been begged by the people of this world to protect them from threats.

Ar'alani: Oh, so you've talked with the Magys, too?

BD: The what?

Ar'alani: The leader of the people of Sunrise.

BD: Never heard of it.

BD: We were begged though. We will get rid of you if you don't leave.

Ar'alani: Mate-

...

Ar'alani: You need to bring that asteroid's missile with you

Lakinda: Ok.

*later & with no asteroid missile (too slow to get it out intact in time to provide aid to the Vigilant)*

Ar'alani: uUUhhhhh we might not do well with this now...

*more battle. Lakinda lays into the damaged side of the Dreadnaught and pretty much takes it out after Ar'alani draws enemy fire to her ship.*

Ar'alani: Yeah, nice.

...

Lakinda: Oh my stars, what if Thrawn's not even that good? What if it was just Ar'alani all along- no. No, he is good. He just learned from the best. *is a little bit obsessed with Ar'alani and Thrawn's history*

...

Ar'alani: Ok, Csilla said you have to go help Thrawn with the pirates, but I know you have beef with him-

Lakinda: I do NOT have beef with Thrawn.

Ar'alani: You get this annoyed look and tone whenever you interact with him even if he's not being annoying.

Ar'alani: Anyway, as Admiral I can just keep you here if you don't want to go.

Lakinda: No, it's fine.

Ar'alani: Sure.

...

HHhhh ok. Haplif is getting so much Chiss info and Lakuviv and Co. are completely unaware they're being played and I'm scared about how this whole thing with the Nyix mines is going to play out.

...

Lakbulbup: Hey so there's this guy called Senior Captain Thrawn and he's good with analysing art-

Lakphro: Yeah fine. Send the brooch to him.

...

Captain Fsir: aaaaa help, we're being attacked by Vagaari scouts.

Thrawn, off mic to the bridge crew: This is a set up.

...

Thrawn: I have a plan but I need to see inside your ship first.

Fsir: What-

(He got invited over and took them down so fast at the "pirate base" because of it lmao).

...

Lakooni: *comm dies after she sends the emergency family summons* LAKUVIV. Your comm is shiet

Lakuviv: That officer you were talking to was me, I'm sorry it had to go this way *pulls a blaster on her* if you'll follow me to my private rooms-

Lakooni, absolutely furious: I'm going to fuck you up so bad for this, do you even know? Do you know what you've unleashed? I'll end your entire career, you backstabbing son of a bi-

Lakuviv: *raises blaster a bit higher*

Lakooni: FIne.

(I can't be the only one whose mind went straight to the gutter and wondered if AO3 had anything with them jxfkjeasdfkjsd)

...

Every time someone says "yeah, we'll swing by," (which is a lot actually now that I think about it) gave me a bit of a giggle. It made conversation feel more real.

...

Lakinda when the summons came through: Ok but does Thrawn NEED me there? no. He just needs my ship *leaves*

...

Apros when Grayshrike eventually meets up with Springhawk: Lakinda got called away on a family emergency order put out to all CEDF Xodlak that weren't in immediate battles or on critical missions.

Thrawn, pissed: WHAt-

Samakro, also pissed and angry at Apros: DID YOU TRY TO STOP HER?

Apros, not able to be pissed with Thrawn because he's higher rank, but able to be pissed with Samakro because they're the same rank and therefore fair game: YES. WHY THE FUCK WOULD I NOT?

Apros: oh btw, Thrawn, she said this had come for you *gives him Lakphro's brooch*

Thrawn: Ooh, pretty.

...

Thrawn to the Magys: Wakey wakey, do you know what this is? *holds up the brooch*

The Magys: The work of my people. It looks new, though.

Thalias: surprise, they're not dead.

The Magys: There is hope!

*when they've put The Magys back into hibernation*

Thrawn: We also have three families being scammed.

Samakro: *grumpy noises*

...

Lakinda, just woken up: What do you want?

Thrawn over comms: You're being scammed. There are no mines. It's a set up.

Lakinda: Damn.

Thrawn: I have a plan though!

Lakinda once he's explained: From the bottom of my heart, what the fuck-

Samakro: That's insane actually.

Thrawn: Well if you two come up with anything better, let me know <3

...

Samakro convincing everyone that Thrawn's plans are strictly military and that he's got no clue with politics and doesn't know how to play them anyway (which is still wild to me tbh. I don't believe it) and then even convincing himself on it too/that Thrawn's their best commander even if his plans are insane sometimes.

...

I'm still processing the 3 families showdown over Sunrise but Thrawn's plan worked a treat even with family politics fucking up Lakinda's end (my girl got thrown in the brig for talking to Thrawn/warning him that at the end of this the embarrassment at finding out they were being scammed would have worse fallout than the actual fight that they didn't think of when they were making the plan).

...

Lakinda: Oh my gods it was Ar'alani copying Thrawn's tactics the whole time-

...

Thyklo: Patriarch Thooraki is dead.

Thurfian: Ah. Condolences.

Thyklo: You're replacing him.

Thurfian: It is an honour.

Thurfian, internally: holy FUCK- Zistalmu is going to lose his damn mind lmfao.

#thrawn ascendancy: greater good #hydro rambles #thrawn #ar'alani #thalias #samakro #che'ri #ba'kif #haplif #jixtus #lakinda #thurfian #lakphro #lakuviv #lakooni #laknym

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naavispider · 3 months

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Merciless - chapter 4

It's a short one so I've posted it under the cut, or here is the link to AO3 if you're the kind of lovely human who likes to leave comments 🥰 Sorry I'm a day late 💞💙💞💙

“Why are we here? Where is this?” Spider took a step closer to the glass, his body pumping with adrenaline.

John Mercer smiled in that ugly way of his. In all of Spider’s life, he had never seen a smile as chilling as Mercer’s.

“We are in a facility to the West of Bridgehead. Fifty cliques away from the city.”

Spider blanched - he couldn’t help himself. Fifty cliques? That was over a week away on foot.

“I’m waiting for the why,” Spider stressed.

“Welcome to Kinglor Base, Miles. This is a specialist facility built purely for scientific research. You may have seen some of our tech on the way in.”

“Research on what?” Spider hissed. A sinking feeling was making its way through his stomach, clenching his intestines in a tight, cold fist.

Mercer looked at him like he couldn’t wait to answer. Like he was feeding off Spider’s fear. “On you.”

For a second, Spider was stunned. Then, slowly, he let out a low laugh. “Right. Okay,” he smirked, but inside his guts were churning with hot fear.

“I would tell you not to worry, but I’d probably be lying. This is not an ideal situation for you, I understand that. But unfortunately for you, your body holds answers to some of humanity’s greatest questions. It is my job to ensure we educate ourselves.”

Spider was staring at Mercer as he tried to process this. He heard the words but his brain just couldn’t compute what Mercer was telling him. Eventually, he pulled himself together enough to respond. “What do you mean? My body? I’m human, just like you!”

Mercer appraised him with a pitying look in his eye, which sent chills down deep into Spider’s bones. The man shook his head slowly. “You’re adapted to Pandora in a way that nobody else is. You grew up here, surely you’ve noticed how different you are from others? How much… stronger.”

A rage of fury flashed through Spider's chest in that moment, and as if to prove Mercer’s point, he took an aggressive step forwards to meet the glass separating them and sank his fist into it with a snarl. Mercer watched his attempt to break the glass without raising an eyebrow. Unfortunately, Spider’s outburst had no effect whatsoever on the glass, creating only a low thud that echoed through both rooms. He clenched his fist again, cursing himself internally for the pain now radiating out from his knuckles.

“I don’t expect you to understand, of course, but getting angry is not going to help. The best thing you can do is accept the situation and cooperate,” Mercer sniffed imperiously. “Not that it matters much to me.”

“You can’t keep me in here.”

Mercer frowned in a way that told Spider as clear as day that he wasn’t sympathetic in the slightest. “Sorry… But that’s exactly what I am doing.”

“Does Quaritch know about this?” Spider’s heart was racing a hundred miles an hour, making it difficult for him to hear anything other than his own blood pounding in his ears. He had to believe the answer was no.

Mercer paused for a moment, as if deciding what to say. “That is none of your concern,” he settled on after a moment.

“Mercer!” he shouted, though it came out as more of a snarl.

Mercer simply shrugged. “You won’t be seeing him again. I’m not sure why you’re so concerned, to be honest.” He levelled Spider with a dangerous glint in those cold, grey eyes.

Spider’s shoulders were rising heavily. When had he got so out of breath? He could feel Mercer’s unspoken dare hanging in the air. With as much gusto as he could summon, he held Mercer’s stare. “He would never allow this.”

“And why is that?”

Spider held eye contact as long as he dared. Quaritch was the one person who might just stick up for him. If he ended up being complicit in the whole thing…

“No one here has raised a single objection, Miles. The case has been approved by the ethics board and so will proceed. I know it’s a lot to take in.”

Approved? How could this possibly be above board?

“You’re not a citizen, Miles. You don’t belong anywhere. You’re not even documented. There’s no legal evidence that you exist at all.”

Spider’s retort got stuck in his throat. As he processed Mercer's words, he realised he had no reply. Mercer was talking to him like he wasn’t even human, like he had no rights at all. “Fuck you,” he said with venom.

This only brought a callous smirk to Mercer’s lips. “We’re not wasting any time. In a moment the medics will be in to take your baseline data. Are you going to behave or will we need to restrain you?”

Spider scoffed, taking a step back. It felt like he was on a train headed straight for a crash and there was no way to jump off. If what Mercer said was really true then he was utterly screwed. He had a choice to make.

“What the hell are these baselines?” he growled, bidding for time.

“Standard protocol,” Mercer replied casually. “Height, weight, muscle mass, blood pressure… that kind of thing.”

“You know I can’t trust a word that comes out of your mouth, right?”

“No,” Mercer smiled. “But as we’ve established, you don’t really have a choice.

Spider snarled, but didn't reply.

“Now be a good little boy and don’t put up a fight. I don’t need any more men or women in the med bay.”

Was that supposed to be a guilt trip? For a second, Spider almost considered that he’d been too physical with the security, but then he remembered why he was here and the bubble of rage in his chest painted his insides hot again. Before he could answer, a quiet buzz sounded by the sliding glass door, and he turned to see a woman who looked to be in her late thirties with brown hair and kind eyes step over the threshold, flanked by two armed guards.

“Hello, Spider,” she said. “My name’s Janine.”

#spider socorro #spider miles socorro #john mercer #james cameron avatar #avatar frontiers of pandora #Avatar fop fanfic #my stuff: merciless #avatar the way of water #avatar 2 #atwow #avatar spider

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ifellinlovewithpersona · 6 months

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Okay but I'm having so much fun with coming with potential funny scenes for Megaten Q game 😆

Another scene I think would be funny would be if Demi-Fiend for some reason felt the need for making some precious Macca fast (perhaps he just wanted to buy himself a new Magatama in Manikin Shopkeeper's shop?) so he came with idea of holding a sparring competition and he tried to find any (because he was already infamous for his battle skills haha) foo.. uhm, I meant 'sparring partner' for the competition so Pixie was giving the fliers out and he made a giant sign that was saying

Have one of the lifetime* chance to fight with the legendary Demi-Fiend! Now, approved by the Lucifer himself***! 100% satistaction guaranteed!** 4 out of 4* previous sparring partners* would reccomend!*

[then half of the flier/sign would be disclaimers what possible injuries won't be covered by Lucifer's insurance company - written in small print after the "*" - Gaea Rage being casted twice a row being like cause of 90% of them mentioning there]

Behind the Demi-Fiend's back Nahobino, Serph Raidou and Dante (i know that he's not a Megaten character but he is a honorary Megaten character in my heart,okay?) would stand with a signs "that's a lie, we wouldn't reccomend this" (Naho holding a sign that says "I would CERTAINLY not reccomend this ;_;")

Then imagine that some Persona character that isn't even a Wild Card (why I see Ryuji or Junpei (alternatively Yosuke or Eikichi as well) here with their stupidity ?😆) would accidentally sign the list thinking it's a list for some free stuff givaway and realising their mistake when it was already too late (not only they had to pay the ungodly amount of macca but also that would be the last time anyone has seen them alive in this game)

[Bonus scene would include Akechi, Naoto and Katsuya holding an cooperative investigation for the cause of said character's demise (and Adachi butting in from time to time) 😆]

I'm sorry this scene is so funny in my head and I'm having so much fun with this AU/concept that I had to write another post haha

#my headcanons #my au ideas #Megaten Q au #megaten shitpost #megaten humor #demi fiend #also place your bets if naoki would get arrested for this :PPP #i'm writing cringy scenes but i'm free

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hey-itsjade · 27 days

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UHM. sorry another post. can we also just talk about. Oppenheimer. I KNOW I KNOW EVERYONE'S BEEN TALKING ABOUT IT ALREADY AND I'M LATE TO THE PARTY. but hear me out ok. i needed to mentally prepare myself for the pain AND the smartness lmao. I'm dumb guys, i needed to fully understand the movie. NOW SPOILER ALERT FOR ANYONE WHO HADN'T SEEN IT TOO. (yet)

Yes it's absolute genius but it feels weird to call reality “genius”. What I want to say is just that i think everyone should watch this movie. It reveals a lot of stuff about atomic bomb, the why and the how behind it (obviously) but a lot of other things too. it talks about morals, guilt, the complexity of literally creating an atomic bomb that could cause worldwide destruction (in Oppenheimer's view) and agreeing to it being dropped in Japan's cities but not wanting it to be used then. because it's quite literally. DESTRUCTION. that morality of Oppenheimer was questioned so much throughout. Guy developed severe PTSD - i could just see it. Flashbacks. THE EXTREME NOISE AND THE TICK-TICK SOUND MY GOD. “President, i still feel the blood on my hands” - my God that line made me shed a few tears. ofc it was going to. i honestly didn't know how Oppenheimer would react after the bombing but on noticing his expressions, body language and just the complexity it was weighing on his mind i could clearly see it all. When he admitted to it i was just like “ofc you're gonna feel it you mf”.

I can totally understand people not watching this for their own mental health but i genuinely think people should see this creation. cause like. it's reality, it's history. i knew about the atomic bombing but literally never knew about the man behind it. (or men) idk how to explain it i just really think people should read about it, just know about it just like Einstein's theory of relativity. because that was something that Einstein really proposed irl. do y'all understand what I'm trying to say through this nonsense? I'm blabbering but yeah I can't express it.

lastly, the ending broke me when i understood it. Oppenheimer's sentence, roughly; “albert, i think we have destroyed the world with it, after all” and then his vision of the earth being swallowed whole by never-ending fire. AND THIS WAS BEFORE THE REAL EVENT HAPPENED. My God. The significance. also to think that Lewis Strauss really thought Oppenheimer's and Einstein's convo was about him. Lol. Not everything is about you, self-obsessed asshole! misunderstandings could really make a man act. hatred. that's what's happening though isn't it? war is still raging on (yes I'm talking about the ukraine-russia war, the israel-palestine conflict) . (btw, free palestine. if you're pro-israel pls get off my channel. )

Oppenheimer's vision is pretty much real. We're fucking destroying the world.

#oppenheimer #oppenheimer 2023 #christopher nolan #j. oppenheimer #atomic bomb #oppenheimer spoilers #reality #history #father of the bomb #free palestine

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lewis-winters · 1 year

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my love if you are still taking requests could i pls have some hcs on K Company (Sledge, Snafu, Burgin, Leyden, De L'Eau, Ack Ack and Hillbilly) and how they would survive a slasher movie (particularly Scream franchise if you have seen it?) absolutely no pressure if u dont feel inspired or interested in writing this ! x thank uu

I've only seen the first one, tbh, so I'm not as well versed with the whole franchise, but I've seen my fair share of slasher movies, so I think I'll give this a go! But I'll be operating on the idea that they're in a slasher film together, so unfortunately, not all of them are going to survive. Sorry! It might not be exactly what you asked for!

1) Andrew Haldane and Eddie Jones - Oh no they don't make it. In fact, they're the dead girls who haunt the narrative. Particularly Andy. But Eddie, too, because Andy would not be dead if Eddie had not died first. They were each other's greatest happiness, and inevitable doom. Their romance is the tragedy, and sets the stage for all the shit that's about to go down next.

2) Bill Leyden - practical, smart, pragmatic, you'd think he'd survive, but he's too skeptical, you know? But he's too logical. Almost to a fault. At first, he wields it as his own weapon against the fear, but slowly it morphs from weapon to shield. Then slowly, from shield to outright denial, and as the tension rises and rises, he struggles to keep from breaking until, finally, he crumbles beneath it. Not completely, but just enough to give their killer an in. He's not surviving the night, unfortunately.

3) Jay De L'eau - he is though! Jay's surviving! out of pure dumb luck! He's so quiet, so small and so unassuming, that the killer will forget about him until it is too late. He's the last minute save you wouldn't expect, the car that comes crashing against your slasher, sending him several feet away and far enough to buy everybody else some time, or the shadow that brings something heavy down upon the slasher's head, enough to knock him out and pull everybody else to their feet, crying 'Run!'. He's the guy they find at the end, maybe in the post-credits scene, hiding beneath the rubble or tucked away amongst the shadows, safe and traumatized. But generally untouched.

4) RV Burgin - I don't think he's surviving. He wants to get out, no question. But he's not desperate enough to throw people under the bus, and maybe that was his mistake. He stops running because someone tripped. Turns to look back because someone calls out his name, reaches out to him. Or makes it out, but then realizes his is a hollow victory if he can't manage to take his friends out with him, too. Man, he should've just run, but that's not who Burgie is. He might come back in the sequel though, maybe in a post-credits scene added by the producers after the test screening audiences demand that he be alright bc they love the character too much.

5) Merriell Shelton - ok if there's a likely candidate for the 'someone from the original group who was the Slasher all along' character, it's Snaf; turns out he was Ghostface this whole time! but that feels like too much of an out and a little unfair, so I'll just say that he'll make it almost all the way to the end, but he's going to slip up. And it's going to be because he's so tired. He's so afraid under all that anger, but he's just so tired, too, and it only takes one little slip. One little swing too late. But make no mistake, he fights back. He will be remembered very fondly because he fights back, and the tragedy of it lies in how close he was to getting out. He was so close. But not close enough.

6) Eugene Sledge - FINAL GIRL FINAL GIRL FINAL GIRL ENERGY ARE YOU KIDDING ME?? OF COURSE HE'S FINAL GIRL he's standing over the bloody corpse of their tormentor and he's the only one in his right mind to shoot it more than once to make sure it's dead. He's the one whose rage far surpasses that of the slasher. He's the who comes out of this ordeal alive and fully changed, covered in blood, blurring the lines between victim and perpetrator, and smoking his pipe at the steps of the house or the entrance of the summer camp; red and blue emergency lights flashing over his face as someone puts a blanket over his shoulders.

#ask #the pacific #andrew haldane #eddie jones #andyeddie #eugene sledge #merriell shelton #rv burgin #bill leyden #jay de l'eau #im not actually taking requests hehehe but i'll answer if it tickles my fancy #tbh i think it's obvious by now that i enjoy horror and sci-fi/fantasy AUs. i think those are asks i'll be most likely to answer.#anything else you'll have to catch me in a good mood.#tp aus #tp hcs

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ladylooch · 9 months

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No, but imagine when Emma would stop answering and disappear from Timo and he needed to follow her life by any stories published by her or some friend of hers and always had THAT GUY in the videos and photos, then cuts to Emma getting pregnant and they getting married, suddenly they meet this guy and Timo dies of jealousy and hates him so for free and Emma is totally "helloooo???"

hahaha ☠️

I hit post to send the story of our date night drinks to my close friends on Instagram. I chuckle, setting my phone back down on the table top.

"I remember, before Lio, when I was in Switzerland and you were still in San Jose, anytime I posted on socials you were the first person to see it. Like it wouldn't be up for even two minutes and you had already seen it." TImo runs his tongue along the inside of his lip. "Even with the insane time difference."

"I had notifications on for you."

"You did!? Thirsty."

"Parched." He chuckles, leaning in to kiss me. "I'd get so pissed when you were with Ralph."

"Before you knew he was swinging for the other team."

"He always had his fucking hands on you. Like on your hips and ass."

"Who the fuck is that?" I mimic his voice when he saw me with Ralph on Snap during my January trip home to pack when I was barely pregnant.

"Kay. Let me have it." He motions his hands to me. "Really give it to me."

"Tell that fuck to get his hands off our kid." I continue.

"If you would have answered me right away, you could have saved me from myself." Ralph and I had gone to a 3 hour movie and by the time I came out, Timo was in a jealous, panicky rage.

"Maybe I liked it." I run my pointer finger along the softness of his expensive button up. I get to the top button and work it apart, then the next one. Timo watches my fingers, then drags his blue eyes to mine.

"You still have two weeks." He reminds me, thumb stroking my bottom lip.

"Humph. But you're so sexy." I drawl. "And I'm so needy..."

"You make this so much harder than it needs to be." We stare at each other until motion catches our attention behind our bar stools.

"Hey, sorry we are late." Nico says. Timo and I look away. His hand comes to my thigh, stroking heat along the outer skin while greeting my brother.

"No problem. Em and I were just discussing how serious the 6 week rule is."

"Very." Lexi says, giving me a look. I roll my eyes.

"You're a buzz kill just like Nico." I reach out to hug her anyway. "Why aren't you my sister yet?"

"Actually, we have something to tell you."

#TM: Loving & Leaving #Timo Meier blurb

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swanimagines · 2 years

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Hey! Can I please get D29 with Jason Ripper? Thank you!

FREDDY EVENT, send in requests for any of Freddy Carter's characters (NOT the man himself (= no Freddy Carter (the real person) x readers), only his characters)!! The event will be on for an indefinite time, if you're unsure, see if the event post is pinned. If it is, then it's still on. (Other requests are open too, but they go to my normal to-do list which I'm not able to start doing anytime soon)

Prompt: D29. Protective

Warnings: harassment + usual Jason stuff, violence, a mention of death, torture etc. Also I didn't use pronouns, but the reader has breasts, sorry. I couldn't make up another situation where the scenario would have been as smooth as this idea was. Also he's seen with a person he loves/cares about, so he's kinda soft?? Also reader enjoys seeing him kill people for them.

Word count: 637

(gif is mine!)

Jason was late for your date. Not much, just about ten minutes, but sitting alone in that bar smelling like puke and shit, which was full of drunk people on top of it wasn't an ideal situation. But it was raining hard outside, and you didn't want to look like a drenched cat either.

Why did I leave my umbrella home?

And just when you thought it wouldn't get worse from that, an idiot saw you.

"What's a good looking person like you doing in a shabby bar like this?" A man said from behind you, laying his hand on your lower back.

You spun around angrily, slapping his hand away. "You won't do that if you don't want my boyfriend to show up and beat the shit out of you," You told him flatly as he raised an eyebrow at you.

The man laughed at that, which only pissed you off more. You felt the rage building within you again, this man had no idea of who you were. The man grabbed onto you suddenly by your waist, pulling you closer to him. He pressed himself against you roughly and put one hand on your breast. His fingers squeezed into your flesh, making you gasp for air in shock.

You slapped him hard across the face with all your strength. He fell backward into a table, knocking over glasses and sending several bottles crashing down to the floor below. You walked quickly towards the door, wanting nothing but to get out of there. You felt multiple pairs of eyes watching you, and it made you feel even more nervous. But as soon as you opened the door, you saw Jason standing behind it. One look into your eyes and seeing the man harassing you leaning against the counter told him everything he needed to know. He stepped past you, and kicked the groaning man repeatedly until he stopped moving entirely, being knocked out cold. You could see Jason was furious now. You smirked at the sight, you won't lie when you said you found it incredibly sexy how angry he looked right then.

"You shouldn't have come alone," He scolded you gently as he pulled you close to his chest. He whistled to his goons, nodding towards the door. "Take him outside, I'll finish him in a moment." They obliged, and he gave them a stern nod before turning back to you. He wrapped an arm around your shoulder, walking you to the front door where he let you lean on him slightly as they dragged the unconscious man out the door, likely to a back alley where Jason would torture him until he'd beg for him to just kill him. You didn't care what he would do to him really, though it was fun to watch Jason in action like that.

"Thank you, babe," You whispered, nuzzling into his shirt. The whole bar watched the scene, knowing that the man who had tried to mess with you would already be dead. People were wary of you both — sometimes it felt kind of unfair, the littlest of flirts at you made Jason beat that person up, regardless if they were new in town or drunk shitless, not knowing what they were doing. And if someone dared to touch you like that... well, Jason wasn't going to let them live after that.

But you were happy how things were, at least people tended to leave you alone because Jason scared the fuck out of most men. He wasn't that brave behind the curtains, but people didn't need to know that. It was enough that they knew who his uncle was, and that he was capable of doing horrible things too if someone dared to touch you.

You were his and his alone, and that would never change.

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#jason ripper #jason ripper x reader #jason ripper x you #jason ripper imagine #jason ripper x y/n #pennyworth #pennyworth imagine #jason ripper drabble #freddy event #imagine #imagines #reader insert #my works #gn reader

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hi kat!! i hope you're having a good day!! <3

also, i read this post you reblogged and got to thinking about steve's parents and the fanon interaction with them and... i think maybe i'll just get into my point because wow. it's... a mess honestly.

(also no pressure if this is too jeavy a topic or anything! feel free to ignore/delete.)

so i'm heavily aware that we've barely seen anything from steve's parents. we only have scraps of info about them to work with. but i also rhink that, in this show where every other child/teen character has parents who appear or are spoken about, steve's have rarely been mentioned and have never made an appearance. the mentions are usually nothing good - implications about his father being a jerk and also the literal way he fell down a flight of stairs as a BABY???? like yeah that's a "joke" (hate the duffers so much right now) but that's... not putting them in a great light and while i don't trust the duffers with steve's character at all, i do think that there few instances and the absence of his parents says enough - they aren't there.

with this being said, i hate the fanon interpretation of this. because rarely ever does anyone actually make this realistic. if his parents are addressed, then it's mostly some absurd account of abuse that doesn't match up with canon and leaves me feeling sick because 1. it's unnecessary and feels like trauma porn and 2. it sends the message that abuse only is abuse, or abuse only hurts, when it's something extreme. rarely do i ever see fic authors or just people discussing steve in general who address the actual canon of his situation, which is neglect. and people can say "oh he's 19 by s4, he doesn't need his parents" but as a 19 year old right now, i can say you still need your parents, if not now more than ever.

another side of the horrid ways people cannot seem to read canon is that i saw a few posts floating around that said it would be "so funny if steve's parents were just normal people and he called them assholes because he's dramatic." and i truly cannot stand this. this may be the worst take i've ever seen. like not only is that fucking weird to say, but like. the neglect is LITERALLY there??? you do not have to do mind hula hoops to see it. it basically sends the message that "abuse victims who have faced neglect are dramatic and aren't as valid as worae abuse victims" and i literally seethe with rage at this thought. like... i can't even explain this. i'm pretty sure i had to block the person who sais that because not only were they saying that but they also had THOUSANDS of notes and it just. i can't do it 😭

anyway this is all inspired from how i read the whole "fell down a flight of stairs as a baby" thing and came to the realization that that DEFINITELY says something about his parents, espscially tied back to rhe little bits of evidence we have :/

Omg thank you so much and I also hope you’re having a great day :) also sorry this is late I’ve been working on an essay and studying a lot lol.

Also this does not feel like a heavy topic and it’s actually something I want to talk about so glad I get to talk about it with you. Okay so about Steve’s parents: yeah like we’ve barely heard from them and they only come up in little one lines said by Steve. And I do think it is interesting that out of all the parents that have made appearances it is a little bit off putting that we’ve never actually seen his parents (to me I feel like that means that Steve’s parents just aren’t in his life that much). Yeah like with the falling off the flight of stairs - it’s just not putting them in a good light at all. (I also hate the duffers for that ‘joke’) and like you as I’ve already said lol - to me it just means that Steve’s parents aren’t there.

I also hate the fanon interpretation of it all. Yes omg people barely make this realistic at all! Like you said sometimes they just make it too abusive. And you’re right about the points like people either make it to be almost too much where it seems like trauama porn and about the message that abuse is only abuse if it’s extreme. I really never figured out why this was something I didn’t like and you worded it perfectly. I also agree heavily as a 19 year old that you still need you parents on you life.

Omg I had seen those exact same posts about how Steve was being dramatic and it’s just soo weird. And how ‘funny’ that would be and it’s like no it’s genuinely not funny at all. And you’re right like the neglect is still there and yes it definitely sends that message of what you said! You said it perfectly because it just reeks of that. The whole thing about Steve being ‘dramatic’ really puts a bad taste in my mouth just based on that principle and the fact that Steve is a family person. He loves family and he’s dreamed about having kids and etc and yet he’s still saying shit about his own parents. Like I genuinely think that’s glaring that he’s willing to do that. And talk about his parents to other people! He’s not just talking to his parents but he’s willingly telling people that he cares about that his dad is a dick. And they also don’t even say anything back about it! They’re not acting like steve is over reacting (except for maybe Nancy in season 1 but also Barb went missing and she was pre-occupied with all of that soo) but like Robin doesn’t even say anything about it - she just kind of accepts it and she tries to cheer him up. And this was even before Robin saw them as friends. Glad you blocked that person though and damn I can’t believe they had thousands of notes on it.

I love how this all became inspired by that and yeah like that one like that they added in honestly says so much about Steve’s parents and the neglect. Which is why I fucking can’t believe that the duffers then made Steve say that he ‘needed a thump on the head’ and that Nancy was the one who gave him that and then he thanked her. Everyone’s talking about how Steve talking about wanting kids to Nancy was bad however this whole talk of him being like ‘I’m glad you thumped me on the head Nancy’ made me honest to god want to fucking scream. I was actually fucking screaming the first time I watched it and I felt like dying. Also lol that became ranty but yeppp I agree with you heavily about the topic of Steve’s parents and how fandom doesn’t deal with it in the best way.

#answered asks #thanks so much :)#sexybabystevie

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ificouldhelpyouforget · 2 years

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[1] Savin' Your Ass (Tim Riggins x OFC)

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A/N: This will probably be my only note as I'm posting these chapters on here. I don't know how long this process will take because I do have to work and I have a lot to move around. I'll try to get as much done as I can each time, but I can only do so much at a time. Anyway, for those who haven't read this, I hope you enjoy it as a FNL fan! Thanks!

Warnings: none

Words: 2.4k

I was jogging through a nearby neighborhood when I heard the sound of metal on metal and glass shattering. Someone was taking their rage out a car around there. Picking up my speed, I followed the sounds to the next street over.

Four football players – Panther football players – slammed metal bats down on a familiar black Chevy Silverado sitting in the Riggins' driveway. I guessed the rumors going around town about Tim Riggins and Jason Street's girlfriend, Lyla, finally reached destructive heights. Sometimes the people of Dillon, Texas were a bunch of pricks.

"Hey!" I shouted. The ferocity in my voice shocked me but wasn't loud enough for the boys to hear me over their bats. "Cut it out!" I managed to grab one of the bats as a guy pulled back for another swing. I ripped it from his hands and started swinging.

He jumped back and ducked. His buddies stopped at the sight of me coming at them with a bat, a few chuckling at me. One came at me, so I swung and knocked him to his knees.

"Get out of here! I ain't afraid to beat the shit out of you and ruin the rest of your season." I swung again, one guy taking off. "I won't hesitate to call the cops here, either. Go home and leave Riggins alone!" I ran at them, bat cutting through the air, and they retreated. I threw the bat toward them as they went. It clattered loudly on the driveway.

The inappropriate shouts from the football players fell on deaf ears when I heard the truck door open. I turned around to find Tim Riggins stepping out of his truck. My anger at my fellow students was set aside for a moment.

"You were in there?" I balled my fists. "Fuckin' assholes!" I didn't think they'd hear me, but I wanted to shout their way anyway. I took a few breaths and made a motion to chase after them, but Tim grabbed my arm.

"You'll end up like my truck if you go after them, Barton."

"Yeah, but if someone doesn't try to beat some sense into them they'll come back. It lucky your truck was the only thing damaged."

"Just let 'em go."

I stared at his face seeing the utter defeat in his eyes. I glanced at his shattered windows. "You okay?"

The corner of his mouth turned up and he said a quiet yeah. "My truck's seen better days."

"Tell Coach Taylor. He'll do something about them since they're on the team."

He shook his head and took in the damage on his truck. "Why are you out here so late?"

"Runnin'. I was a street over when I heard 'em, so I went to check it out. I'm surprised no one else heard it."

"You know, there could be football players with baseball bats out at night."

I laughed. "I think I can manage. Thanks for carin' Riggins." My hand rested on the hood of his truck and I frowned at it. "If you need any help with this, you know where to find me. Sorry this happened."

"Wasn't your fault."

"Still doesn't mean it should have happened. For a Christian town, Dillon sure isn't forgivin'." I patted his arm. "Be careful, okay? They might be back."

"You sure it's safe to be runnin' back home by yourself?" Tim glanced down the side of the house where the guys disappeared.

I reached down and picked up the bat I chucked. "I can use this if I need to. It worked well once already tonight."

Tim ran his hand through his hair as he chuckled softly. "Let me walk ya home, Catherine. I owe you for earlier."

"I'll be okay." I smiled. "You get inside and start workin' out how you're gonna fix your truck."

"I'm not lettin' you walk away from here alone. Worried people will see us together?"

I scoffed. "Absolutely not. People can think whatever they want about me. They already do. Walkin' with you won't hurt my reputation any more than not walkin' with you."

"Then let me walk you home." Tim stuffed his hands in his front pockets.

"All right. I'll only let you walk me home if you promise to have Billy pick you up."

A smile grew on his face. "If Bill kills me, it's on you."

"I think he'll understand if we tell him what happened." I waved Tim toward me. "If you're insisting on this then we better start walkin'."

Tim stayed quiet as he walked beside me. Something was on his mind and I had a feeling I knew what it was.

I took his hand and squeezed once before releasing it. "I don't know what's goin' on with you, Jason, and Lyla – and I don't need to know. But I know that things will get better one of these days. Things can only stay so bad for so long."

"My life has been pretty bad for a long time, Barton."

I nudged his side with my shoulder. "Only because you let it."

He was quiet again and I let the peace stay.

Tim and I were never close growing up. We knew of each other because everyone knew everyone in Dillon. We also had our fair share of interactions – all short – but it never amounted to much more than that. He was a jock and I was an art geek. He was a nice jock who didn't make fun of me like some of the other football players and he would nod my way at football games when Billy invited me along a few times. It was how we were and neither of us seemed to mind either way.

"You think J is gonna forgive me?"

I wasn't expecting him to mention any part of what was going on with his friend. "I don't know, Tim," I said. "I know less about Jason than I do you. You two were best friends though, right?" He nodded. "It's hard to really mess up good friendships. Even if a girl comes in between them.

"Everyone makes mistakes and if Jason is half the guy he was on the football field, I think he'll forgive you. Don't force it and it'll work out."

Tim sighed and stuffed his hands into his pockets again. "Thank you, by the way."

"You're welcome."

I heard something in the distance and looked over. Tim paused with me, watching. When nothing happened, I relaxed and we continued walking.

"So, uh, what are ya thinkin' of doing after high school?" I hated small talk, but I hated missing opportunities to get to know people.

He shrugged and muttered something about not caring.

"You're a smart guy. You'll figure somethin' out." I sent him another smile.

"Last I checked I'm failing most of my classes," he said.

"Doesn't mean you're dumb. You're lazy and have other things you want to put your focus into. There's a lot of other students like you. I bet if you applied yourself like you do in football, you'd do really well."

He didn't say anything, clearly pondering my words. Well, I hoped he was mulling them over. It was hard to read Tim Riggins sometimes.

"Someday you won't have those rally girls to help and then you'll be outta luck. I think you're better than that, better than what people think."

"We aren't friends, you know."

"Yeah, I know. That doesn't mean I can't tell you I care or be kind to you or call you out. I'd do the same for anyone else in that school." I chuckled to myself. "Also, I don't expect us to be friends after Billy picks you up tonight. You and I are from different worlds, not that I think we can't be friends because of that. You don't need people thinkin' I'm your friend because I want to make you into someone you're not and I don't need them thinkin' you're my charity case. We each have our friends we can go to and that's all right." I pointed a finger at him. "But us not being friends doesn't mean I'm going to sleep with you. I'm not that kind of gal."

"I wasn't gonna ask." I raised an eyebrow and he rolled his eyes. "I wasn't. I've got two girls mad at me and I don't need a third.

"Thanks for considerin' the well-being of others." A few giggles left my throat.

"Somethin' funny?"

"This right here is. I saved your ass, you're walking me home, and we're talkin' about not bein' friends. It's amusing."

"You're weird."

"You're weird." I poked his arm with a single finger. "But you can be weird and still be a jock. I nice jock, but a jock. I'm shoved over with the outcasts because I'm too weird."

"Why do you want to be what they make you?"

"Because it's not fun getting bullied when I try to be something else. When you're on the bottom, it's easy to see that Dillon High has a hierarchy." I almost tripped over my own feet, snickering at my clumsiness.

The half smile I noticed many times before was back on Tim's face. "Yeah, well, if anyone gives you trouble... I'll help you out."

"I appreciate that, Riggins, but I can handle it." I twist the bat in my hand. "I really do appreciate it. You'll be the first person I look for when I need some backup. As long as it doesn't get you into any trouble, that is. I'd hate to be the reason you're kicked off the team or somethin'."

I saw my house at the top of the hill, an irritating beacon for everyone in Dillon that my family had money. For the first time in Tim's presence, I felt self-conscious and embarrassed. I stopped and faced him.

"Uh, why don't you drop me off here and ask one of the neighbors if you can use their phone?"

He glanced up at the house. "Don't chicken out now, Barton. We all know ya live there."

"Yeah, but–"

"Come on." He didn't care at all, which made it worse when he strolled up to my front door. He eyed the columns and ornate door. Tim smirked back at me when I trudged up behind him. "Are your parents home?"

I studied him suspiciously. "No. They're rarely here." I crossed my arms. "I told you I'm not sleepin' with you."

"And I told you I wasn't askin'. Despite popular belief, I don't try gettin' with every girl I see."

"Then why are you asking about my parents?"

"I don't know much about them."

"There's not much to know about them except they travel a lot."

Tim sat down on the front step. "Do you know your parents?"

I shifted my weight before sitting next to him. "I'd like to think I do, but I don't. They're strangers to me. When they're home we don't speak much. They sometimes ask me about school. That's about it."

"Damn. Even rich kids have family problems."

I laughed. "Yeah, we do."

We sat there for a few quiet minutes until Tim glanced at me. "You gonna let me call Billy?"

"I'll call him for ya." I stood and patted his shoulder. "I'll be right back. Stay here, please."

Taking out my key, I let myself in and ran to the phone. My fingers type in Billy's number and he picks up in two rings.

"Can you pick up Tim from my house?"

He sighed. "What did he do now? Please tell me you didn't sleep with him."

"It may come as a surprise but we didn't and Tim didn't do anything. Some guys trashed his truck. I heard 'em and saved the day. Your brother was kind enough to walk me home."

"Little Timmy did that?"

Laughter came from my lungs. "Yeah. Can you get him? I don't want the guys from earlier comin' after him again."

"Yeah. I'll be there in 30."

I hung up and started back to the front door. Tim Riggins stood in the foyer with his eyes glued to the chandelier.

I punched his arm. "I told you to stay out front."

"You left the door open." He smirked. "I figured I'd take a look at Catherine Barton's fancy livin'."

"Well, Billy won't be here for a little while, so I might as well show you around." I walked toward the living room. "Please don't tell anyone about this. I don't care if people think we did something, but I do care if they know I'm livin' alone here... that I live in this giant house as if it's my own. I'd like to avoid the bullies who would come from this."

Tim stood in front of me a little closer than I was comfortable with. I took one step back.

"I'm not tellin' anyone."

"Thank you."

*****

I followed Tim outside when Billy pulled up. I heard Billy ask if Tim was okay. Tim mumbled his response right as Billy looked at me.

"Thanks, Catherine."

"I'm here to serve." I saluted with two fingers. "Good luck cleanin' up your truck, Riggins."

"Didn't you say you'd help me?"

I matched the smirk on his face. "Yeah? Should I come by after school tomorrow?"

"Sounds good."

I waved the boys away, snickering when Billy smacked Tim's side. Billy scolded him for flirting with me. If only he knew that Tim wouldn't win me over with a little flirting – if that was actually flirting. Tim Riggins was the kind of guy a girl like me tried to keep at arm's length.

Billy's truck pulled out of the driveway. An arm came out of both windows, the brothers sending another goodbye. I politely responded and waited for the taillights to disappear down the road before slipping back inside.

I sighed and looked at the empty house. I kind of missed Tim Riggins' company.

#fnl #fridaynightlights #friendship #highschool #love #ofc #originalcharacter #originalfemalecharacter #romance #timriggins #timrigginsxoc #tvshow #fnl fanfiction #Friday night lights fanfiction #Tim riggins fanfiction

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flowerandthesongstress · 1 year

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The February-2023 writing update and some very important info.

It’s been a year since I stopped sharing my writing to ao3/publicly. I took inventory again. During this time I have 1) overall written ~580k words (go, me) 2) at the tail end of it managed to publicly share 7k of them, all g-rated, all allegorizing the same stuff (not immigration, for once 😳). Go, me? No, not really. The credit for convincing me goes to someone else. I'm still locked in a battle with myself regarding my reservations about sharing anything else online again; it's starting to feel like I just don't possess the emotional capacity to overcome these reservations in full, but I'm not giving up.

The rest is the same. Yes, you can request private access to my main stuff, the methods for contacting me are in the pinned post, blah-blaaah, you probably already know the drill, sup bruh how's it going.

But, as this one question and this one issue have been popping up again and again over the last few months, I’ll just say it here for convenience.

First off, the answer to that question: yes, it’s free, of course it’s free! I would never monetize/publish my writing. señor_chang_have_you_met_me?!.gif

Second. The issue. If you already have access or aren’t interested, please disregard, carry on, and have a good day and a salad.

Here goes.

Louder for those in the back: writing, however hard the process, is its own reward; sharing isn't. You've done enough damage already. Please don't make sharing into a punishment.

If you’re about to contact me and ask me to share with you directly, I would implore you to first go/return to that very same pinned post, to its very first line, click the link behind the ‘why?’ of me no longer sharing online, and read what’s there. And then I would like you to take a few moments to ask yourself if you’re doing something described in that post — or doing something generally inconsiderate.

If you, for instance, having never reached out to me before in any capacity — even the One-button Pressing and ‘thanks I enjoyed reading this’ capacity — are about to ask me to send you the link to uuuuh, something that took me two years to create; so that you could … binge hundreds of thousands of words and, still just as silent, yeet off..? Or if you’re about to ask for this link while informing me how excited you are for ‘more hot threesomes’ and how much you love my ‘porn’ (...I just...oh god why, WHY).

Please, I beg of you, at least try to get self-aware for a second. If you personify one of the reasons why I stopped sharing publicly, yet now you want me to share with you directly, please ponder: whatever for would I be doing that? More disillusionment? Higher therapy bills? What comfort, support, communal bonding, friendship, education, enlightenment — and dopamine — does this miserable sod stand to gain from sharing her writing with you, o Silent Lurker/Mindless Consumer of ‘Content’/Person with a Raging Fetish/Person Who Thinks That Allegory Is A Reptile From Florida?

Hmm? What’s that? You’d be bestowing upon me the miracle and gift of you gracing my unworthy scribbles with your priceless attention?

Heard this one before, more than once. More than a dozen times. Actually, I lost count by now. That misguided, social-media-induced, performative-everything-induced, clout-or-die, late-stage-capitalist, voyeuristic notion that a thing has no ‘value’ until it’s getting seen and that one should feel grateful for being clicked on. Or that writers like me aren’t humans, but just these free vending machines that exist solely to supply you with ‘content’, and shouldn't beep out of line.

I'm sorry, but I actually like my writing and have a lot of respect for myself, my time, and my effort.

I am not a machine churning out product for you and your insatiable consumption needs, untreated childhood traumas, and specific fetishes; I'm a living being.

A living being who is writing exceedingly personal things and looking for meaningful interactions and connection. Looking to trust.

Otherwise, there is no point for me to share my writing with anyone but friends and loved ones. For the same reason why Abed never returned ‘Time Bandits’ to Blockbuster.

And Clicking things isn’t engagement; botting programs click things. Haters and plagiarizers click things.

If I was fine with the status quo, I would have continued sharing everything to ao3, without any dubious acrobatics.

Plus, I’ve got some safe validation at home.

So I can do without this ‘miracle’ (that's actually just your entitlement and ignorance speaking) and I'm sure you can get your ‘content’ elsewhere, and I'm sure someone else would be happy with being silently-stalked and/or treated like a business. Personally? Pass.

I do not want you as a reader.

All of the buffoonery and yapping aside; it hurts to see this shit again and again and again. To be honest I no longer even bother replying to some of those messages. Sometimes I just block, run for hugs, then do my best to move on, not cry, and not feel heartbroken. The astonishing levels of entitlement, the utter lack of self-awareness — it's painful to witness. The fact that people like this are almost always from the USA, white, and in their early twenties, is also very telling. And horrifying.

…No? Not you? All good? Expressed your support/appreciation before? Are self-aware, mindful, emotionally mature, and considerate? Perhaps you even like to correct other people’s grammar? Do understand that I am not in any fandoms and am not interested in ‘blorbos’ and ‘headcanons’? Actually mean it when you say you like my writing? Did not fail to notice which one is tagged as [if you only read one work by me]? Would not be opposed to chatting sometime? Want some pomegranate molasses on your salad? Agree that Roland Barthes should be resurrected for a minute just so I could slap him with a catfish? That’s awesome, then please feel free to message me and poke me for the link(s), it’s some really good shit.

Update, done.

#génération désenchantée #my writing updates

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fearofahumanplanet · 1 year

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(CW: Ableism against pwBPD.) * This is NOT a vent. I am about to scream in rage and anger. I just met a pwBPD who was going hard on saying that pwBPD are inherently abusive especially when they split. That splitting inherently is a gateway for abusive behaviour? I am going to scream! NO IT'S NOT!! I have BPD! I can have healthy relationships with my FPs and I do! I just have an unhealthy attachment to them! That's the only unhealthy aspect of it. I know how to let them have their space, respect their boundaries, and work on my own behaviour! This is so INFURIATING!! Have you ever seen other pwBPD or other disorders you have that just spout the most ableist shit ever?? Like my goodness!! (This is NOT a vent, I'm just wondering if you experienced smth similar to me or what your insight on this situation or similar situations are. I do NOT need emotional support for this.)

Oh, boy....

Yes, I have actually met people like this. Namely, I have a roommate who claims that they think they have BPD and yet are always backing up and supporting an abusive ex when they call me a psychopath or whatever for my behaviors. I've seen other instances of internalized ableism, but I think that's the major one that sticks in my head right now.

I do believe there's a couple possible reasons for why pwBPD do this:

Of course, you have the usual dipshits who think that if they buy whatever neurotypicals or people without BPD are telling them, they'll be "accepted" as the "safe pwBPD" and... This is a rabbit hole you see some people partake in when it comes to any stigmatized group, but IT NEVER WORKS. EVER. They're never gonna find us less scary or less "wrong" just because somebody is sitting there and nodding along, "yes, I'm inherently abusive, I'm inherently monstrous", bla bla bla. It's such a disturbing behavior but it happens all the time.

There's also just... the sad fact that, especially when it comes FPs, pwBPD very much have a harder time noticing when they're being manipulated or gaslit usually. That's what's happening with my ex and my roommate right now, and everyone can see it clear as day except my roommate. When you're at a point in your life when your FP is all you have, sometimes you will go and say some pretty dumb or bad fucking things just to appease them - not caring about the collateral damage until it's far, far too late.

Then there's just all the many, many casualties of the world's cultural Christianity, for lack of a better term... even with atheists or agnostics or whatever, many of them are still clinging to old religious ideals because it's all they know, one of those being the concept that "redemption = confessing sin and tearing yourself apart for it". So I think a lot of pwBPD that do this have a lot of internalized guilt about their actions but, instead of handling it well, believe they need to "redeem" themselves and be better by policing thoughts and then it extends to "I need to do this for others too" and then... yeah.

I can't say which (if any of these) are the cause for the actions of the person you spoke to, but that was not okay on their part and all and they're just flat-out wrong. A reminder to anyone that might be happening to read this post - splitting is NOT abusive, thoughts are NOT abusive, only actions.

Sorry you had to deal with that, and it sounds like you've learned to handle your BPD symptoms in a way that is healthy for everyone involved - so keep at it :)

#asks #tw abuse mention #tw ableism

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xanonymouscatharsisx · 1 year

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Cw: abuse

I've been thinking along the lines of grooming lately. Yes because of true crime stuff I've been listening to. But also in how it relates to my own life.

I struggle to call this grooming but I also don't know any other word for it. It feels imperfect but close enough?

My mom had me read A Child Called "It" growing up. Earlier than I think I should have honestly, considering it was a choice in high school for English reports, and I had to ask if I could instead do the third book in the series since I had already read the first two.

I think... I could be very very wrong about this... I think my mom used it as a way to rationalize what she did as not abuse. If you've read the series, or even just this book, this is horrendous what was done to the author as a kid. And so I think my mom had painted it as "this is so clearly abusive and this is the only thing that is abusive, so nothing I do can be abusive." And I think this also maybe coloured her understanding of her past, that this stuff didn't happen to her, so clearly she's fine.

I've tried to talk to her a few times over the years, in private, or even by making blog posts and showing her, to which she says she's sorry and in the case of anything online that I should take it down. Sometimes she later gaslights about a lot of it. But she also never wants to look bad, but then has zero problems badmouthing me to anyone and everyone who will listen.

I remember pretty vividly the first time I remember everything that made me feel shitty. I remembered feeling shitty before but this just sticks so different.

My mom had gotten me chicken soup for the preteen soul. Chicken soup was ALL the rage. I don't think I knew anyone who didn't have a chicken soup book for years. In this particular one, there was a story of a girl, I think in California, who started a charity to buy bulletproof vests for police dogs. I was so inspired.

I got to work, planning, figuring out where I can leave cans to ask for donations, even getting friends to help.

My mom tore my notebook.

Like page from page, everything that had been written on, which was about half the notebook. I still don't remember her reasoning for this.

I was crushed. This was also my favourite notebook, and it was a spiral, and when you take a considerable amount of pages out of those, while still leaving the cover... It doesn't look right. I don't know, I've always hated when you do that to spiral bound notebooks. Looking back, I think this might be an autism thing, but that doesn't really play a part in the story.

I think I told a couple friends about this. They certainly saw the half-notebook that was full the day before. I don't remember specifically telling them anything, but I think I remember telling one friend that I had to hide it from my mom so we couldn't talk about it in the car. It feels like there's some stuff I'm forgetting here, and whether that's because I blocked it out, or from my depression and grief from recent years, I'm not sure.

My heart is breaking for that kid though right now. I remember so vividly feeling almost betrayed and it's the feelings that stick so hard. You had bought me this thing that inspired me so much that I wanted to make change in the world, and then you tore it up. That ends up being a little bit of a theme from here on out.

I had tried to talk to my mom about this at some point. Sort of. I had made a blog post years back on a blog, and then sent it to her. I was having a particularly difficult time with her and just... I don't know what I wanted. I think maybe just to feel seen? And maybe not alone? And understood? She asked me to delete it and we never talked about it again. Ever. Honestly, any time she hurts me, this is brought back, symbolized in my brain by that sad, spiral bound notebook missing half its pages. I can't stress enough how much I loved that notebook.

This is something that I've also been thinking about as it relates to privacy for kids is things like how a lot of girls of abusive moms I know had kept a diary until they found out their mom read it, so they stopped. Before this whole thing, I never had a problem writing in notebooks. After this, I did, and STILL do. The amount of just empty notebooks I have because I'm so scared she's going to rip them apart... For one thing it's a bit of a problem but for another, think of all that wasted potential in those sheets. Change to the world, fiction, maybe journalism... I'm now looking at those blank pages a little differently.

But back to the other theme I also wanted to talk about. My mom has never really supported me. She has in some junctures, like telling me I could be anything when I was little, and questioning why I wanted to bother shaving as I got a bit older. And they suddenly changed to ripping up notebooks, and telling me I couldn't go into x field because it's not for girls. I still don't know where a lot of that came from and weirdly enough it's the same feeling I get from Canada's federal conservative party.

Yeah this feels like an aside, and I'm just gonna say it, in the 90s it felt like they fought for middle class and protecting people, and now they only fight for the rich white straight people, and I don't know when that happened. I just remember a switch.

I don't even know when that switch happened for my mom. Like, with the shaving it seemed like she was hinting at questioning beauty standards and gender norms from one perspective, but oh, you can't do this thing because it's only for boys! And that was always something I got more from my brother that I can't play Nintendo because I'm a girl, I'm going to break it. I can see a bit of a line that might have happened, but I doubt he could convince her of something like that at that age anyway.

I'm now trying to convince myself to open some kind of class online and giving myself permission to use some of my notebooks. It's been a pretty rough day today, and maybe that's what I need. Or maybe just a good cry.

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gwynethpaltrowlvr · 2 years

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My humble opinions on losing face- Wilbur soot

This is my super awesome [not quite] analysis on Wilbur Soot’s losing face.

Losing Face - YouTube

Sorry for the typos gweynth lovers, its late.

First and foremost Oh, let it be said, my dear I was gonna wait for you

Wilbur prefaces this song by stating that he had intentionally written this in a state of withdrawal and surrender to his own emotions.

So this is not an act of spite It's a visceral coming-to

He promises that this wasn't some cheap way to get back at her, nor was it a plan to ruin her reputation. It was simply a way for him let himself get over her. How i imagine it is that he was he had this song planned and written, wondering when he will actually get to it, but after trying to get over her, he realized that he can no longer hold on to petty things like this. I see this line as more of an apology for whats about to be said, hoping she will understand that this was written in a state of rage.

She wrote an album And that's something that I can't do But what I can do is spit the truth And it all leads back to you

This is the first example of the raw past emotion Wilbur warned us about in the last line. This is an ironic lie because this song sits dead in the middle of wilbur’s first real album. (only having put out eps). This makes you wonder if the second line is being ironic as well. I think it’s hinting at the fact that truth is suggestive. And when the source is unreliable, that gets rid of any underlying truth all along.

Secondly, I know I haven't written much You know the way I can be

This line is a continuation of the last verse, making what seems to be casual small talk, I’m not quite sure if this follows the plot of irony found in this song or not. However, i am sure that it is the same post-writing narration that is found at the beginning of the song.

Tonight, I'm fucking drunk So it's all gonna be about me Take a seat, pull up a chair Give me one beat to fill my glass

This is a pull into the past where wilbur begins his lustful selfish rant. This is where he truly introduces the meaning of the song. ‘Losing face’ means to lose the respect of the people around you. I think him painting himself as this aggressive drunken mess is the first step at his loss of dignity.

I've lost a piece of me in you But you've lost all your past

This line is simply stating that a piece of him is gone due to their breakup. He gave her all he had and she just threw away her past and memories with him without a trace.

Is he better than me? Has he seen more to this life? Can he smoke more? Can he fuck more? Are you good enough to be his wife? Can he break me? Can he break you? Oh, I don't know what I'm to do Yes, I don't know what I'll fuckin' do

I think this is another example of loss of dignity, as most of this song is. He resorts to guilt tripping, pestering and gaslighting her. It’s really so simple how it ties into the theme.

I've seen our café, I've clocked our plans Oh, what could have been If you didn't go and fall in love And ruin everything

This gives insight on the story line of losing face, and the character wilbur portrays. I think this reveals information that they were just friends nearing the end of the relationship. while i do believe they dated, i think they broke it off, leaving wilbur to bottle up this loneliness. he did things like visited their cafe, and even maintained a friendship with her. One day he sees her with a new man. and all the rage builds up. In a fit of rage, he gets drunk and writes a song. Its a little later when he finds it again and releases it.

SKIPPPPP

So touch him And break me Strip naked Embrace him Lose faith in His pace, his Stamina and grace

this line is the final breakdown, the climax if you will. he jumps to conclusions and comes up with a while ass p0rno in his head between this man and his ex.

I'm losing face I'm losing face I'm losing

these lines are the realization. The ‘oh shit i fucked up’ of the song. He realizes hes nothing more then the crazy ex boyfriend lusting for a taken woman.

I don't care, I want you here As long as you're happy, I don't care

This is written as a sober closing statement that he is sorry, he is just happy that shes happy, and happy that shes still in his life after all that.

#wilbur soot #music #analysis #music analysis #losing face

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