#albert listens because it's entertaining
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Mycoft: Sherlock was a wierdly empathetic child
Albert: Wierdly empathetic? How?
Mycoft: My brother didn't mind seeing dead bodies or the thought of touching them. But once when I slapped a mosquito which bite me, he said that the mosquito was just trying to get food and asked how would I feel if I went to the fridge to get something to eat and it slams the door shut and snaps my neck
#incorrect quotes#mycoft holmes#albert james moriarty#mycoft talking about sherlock's childhood#sherlock empathised with mosquitoes rather than humans#humans could go die amd he couldn't care less#mycoft was so concerned that he even thought of taking sherlock to therapy#albert listens because it's entertaining#and he likes talking to mycoft#i ship them#they're cute#moriarty the patriot#holmes brothers#holmes brothers childhood
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The Wife, the Lover and the Bastard Son - Part 3
Pairing: Chris Redfield x FM! Reader (but not in this part)
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 (You are here) | Part 4
Summary: One year after running from your feelings for Chris Redfield, an oddly familiar face emerges from the shadows.
Contents: Small spoilers for RE6, mentions of vomitting from seasickness, canon typical violence/swearing, Jake banter, canon typical puzzle bullshit, LORE. Reader is referred to as 'Doc' and is the wife of (dead) Albert Wesker and is a former Umbrella scientist.
a/n: Jake is literally one of the best characters in RE6 it is CRIMINAL that he's not in more fics. Be the change you want to see in the world. The plot is plotting in this part and I got a little carried away with descriptions but we're rolling with it. Also many thanks for 100+ likes on this series already. Enjoy!
w/c: 7.1k
1 Year Later:
Don’t puke. Don’t puke. Don’t puke.
That’s all you can think of under the black hood. The last thing you need right now is to puke on yourself. You should be thinking of ways to escape your current predicament, but your stomach lurching with the irregular rise and fall of the boat you’re handcuffed to, the indiscernible shouting of your kidnappers, the sweat all over your body from the unbearable heat and seasickness, and the sickeningly strong scent of fish and salty air is making that near impossible.
How the hell do I keep getting caught up in this shit? Don’t fucking puke. Breathe in through the mouth, out through the nose.
You’d had terrible seasickness since Albert kept you on that tanker for so long until Africa happened. After the second time trying to escape him and being mildly successful, he wanted to make damn sure that it didn’t happen again. Therefore: boat timeout. A boat prison meant it would be more difficult to escape. More resources needed, more planning required for a chance at walking on dry land. The chronic seasickness was an unintended side effect you’re sure, but it only gave another weakness for Albert to leverage against you. ‘The sickness will cease if you listen to me dearheart,’ didn’t sound like a compelling argument on its own to inject Uroboros in your veins, but presented as a solution to vomiting constantly because of the ocean’s movement for four years, it was pretty damn tempting some days. If you didn’t already know that virus was a death sentence, you might have given it a shot.
You’d even insisted that any transportation involving sea travel be explicitly prohibited while you were consulting/in protective custody with the B.S.A.A. Travel by air and car were far more convenient anyway, or at least that’s what Chris assured you. The man witnessed you puking your guts out the day he rescued you from that tanker. Of course he’d back up your request.
I wonder if he knows I’m gone yet. Deep breaths. Don’t puke.
It’s likely, considering it’s been some hours. Even though you’re considered part of B.S.A.A Europe now, you’re still willing to bet that Chris still got important updates about you considering your history. Higher-ups wouldn’t think twice about their favorite soldier wanting updates about the widow of Albert Wesker.
You know better.
His interest is much more personal than that.
As much as you would like to entertain a relationship, you can’t bring yourself to finding out what the aftermath of Chris’ professional life would be if you did. You felt guilty about leaving so quickly and not even telling him, but you figured if you had told him before you left, he might have convinced you to stay. You’d sent him a text wishing him well when you got to your new apartment an ocean away, which is better than nothing you suppose.
You hope he’d get a kick out of the security footage at least. You managed to aggressively elbow one of your kidnappers in the jaw and make them stagger back before you were overwhelmed, restrained and thrown in the back seat of a car. Surprisingly, there weren’t any physical consequences to that besides a mildly sore elbow. Whoever wanted to take you wants you all in one piece, which can either be really good or really bad. It’s the world’s most shitty game of roulette; is it a job offer to work for a terrorist organization? Or is it one of Albert’s disgruntled business partners wanting to use you as a test subject for revenge? Both were unpleasant in their own ways.
With all the circumstances surrounding your transfer to the Germany B.S.A.A. lab, everything was going surprisingly well. Too well. You should have known it wouldn’t last forever. Nothing good ever does in your life. Chris had tried to reach out a few times wanting to talk, but you always dodged his calls blaming the time difference, your workload, or the near-constant stream of outbreaks that always required your professional attention. You didn’t mind. Keeping busy meant less time to think about Chris’ wounded expression the last time you saw him. The attempts at contact eventually slowed in frequency and you only saw him in the occasional group video call regarding major outbreaks. The North American branch rarely had a reason to visit your particular station with it only being a lab and having nothing to do with the B.S.A.A.’s military operations. A small blessing in your eyes.
Germany was a far away dream at this point. There’s light piercing through the fabric of your hood, so you know it’s the next day. It was night when you were taken. You didn’t get a good look at your kidnappers, but you heard them speaking some sort of Asiatic-related language before they bagged you, as well as throughout your journey to wherever ‘here’ is. All you know for sure is that you were in a car for a long time, a plane for an even longer amount of time (that you somehow slept through most of), and this boat for what feels like an eternity.
Mercifully, your hear shouts from the shore and the movement of the boat changes from a straight choppy line to a diagonal jerky tug and pull. They’re docking the boat. You hear an announcement from an old-sounding speaker in that same unfamiliar language close by, followed by an ear grating buzzer. The words from the speaker echo around the space, giving you the impression of a rocky and unforgiveable terrain.
You still feel wobbly when you’re practically dragged from the boat by your handcuffed wrists, but you manage to walk in what you think is a straight line towards wherever your destination is. The hollow echo of walking on wood underneath your feet turns into the gravely sound of small pebbles, then morphs into solid concrete. The overwhelming fish smell also grows weaker the farther you walk inland, although you can still barely smell it if you focus on your kidnappers. They’re talking boisterously and laughing. You can hear them on either side of you, in front of you, and behind you. The desire to rip off your hood, bodycheck the goons next to you, and run off into God-knows-where was strong, but it was also a rash, stupid decision.
Don’t lash out immediately, know the enemy first.
You’d always been told to comply with kidnappers until the B.S.A.A. could get to you, but on the other hand you’re just too proud to blindly do everything they tell you. You always operate on the assumption they won’t find you in time. Hope for the best, prepare for the worst. So, you do what’s become natural at this point: observe and take mental notes.
After a few more paces and a comment from the leader in front of you that the other three belly laugh at, you hear a metallic click, then the metal on metal symphony of a large factory sized door slowly opening a few yards in front of you. There’s a moment of silence between your kidnappers. Then, the ringleader in front of you tugs on your cuffs so hard that you nearly stumble to the ground, but you manage to barely keep your balance. He says words where he sounds like he’s smiling. A joke like before? But the other three aren’t laughing this time. The one on your back right says something quietly, and the ringleader holding your cuffs barks something back angrily.
Then it hits you: these guys are nervous. They haven’t been here before. They’re hesitating to go into the unknown entrance in front of you. These guys are probably a hired third party. The man holding your cuffs shouts something else, startling you and breaking your train of thought. He pulls the cuffs forward as he walks and you’re forced to follow. You hear three pairs of hesitant footsteps behind you.
It only takes a few seconds for you to realize why three of the four men got cold feet at the door. It’s dark in here. The sunlight that was able to pierce through the dark fabric of the hood lessens in intensity the further you’re dragged into the room. As the sounds of the ocean outside get further and further away and you’re questioning what kind of building could possibly be this large.
There’s nervous dissent among the three kidnappers behind you when the big metal door starts closing, but another angry remark from the leader shuts them up. You’re led further and further into the room. You hear yours and your kidnapper’s footsteps echoing around the cavernous room, but the sound gradually reverberates less and less the closer you’re led to bright lights on the other end of the room. The darkness under your hood lessens and grows surprisingly brighter until you’re forced to stop. The ringleader in front of you clears his throat, and pushes you forward slightly. He speaks like a game show host presenting the grand prize, the forced showmanship feeling out of place in the empty environment. A higher pitched, lilting male voice responds over a speaker overhead. Unimpressed. The ringleader tries to keep up the act, but is quickly shut down again.
You hear the higher pitched voice bark out something that sounds like an order, you hear a huff from the leader next to you, then the black hood is ripped off your head. Your eyes are immediately assaulted with bright, military grade lights pointing in your direction. You try to blink away the blindness, but even after getting used to not being in almost complete darkness, you can only make out the silhouette of a wiry man and a bulkier man with some kind of rifle standing next to him in an observation chamber above you. You see the wiry man nod his head in approval. He leans forward and you hear a polite, lightly accented higher pitched voice over the speaker.
“Welcome Doctor. It’s truly a pleasure to meet you.”
You don’t recognize the voice, so you elect keep your expression neutral. “It’s a pleasure to be here.” You reply flatly, clearly wanting to be anywhere else.
“I do apologize for your long journey. But some things just can’t be helped. These kind gentlemen will show you to your accommodations.”
At first, you think he’s referring to your kidnappers, but then you see two soldiers walk out from the darkness in front of you. They’re dressed in black, military style gear and wear something similar to a gas mask on their faces. They’re also holding electric batons. You look around. Your kidnappers are dressed in street clothes and appear close to middle age. Maybe you should have taken your chances with them outside. As the soldiers walk out of the shadows, the lead kidnapper holding you by your cuffs, the oldest by the looks of him, gestures to the wiry man above you all and starts almost shouting in a firm tone while alternating between rubbing his fingertips together and an ‘okay’ symbol. Payment.
The wiry man’s silhouette presses a button on the console in front of him in the booth, and more lights come on to your left. Crates. Lots of them. You don’t know what’s inside from this distance, but judging by the smile on the lead kidnapper’s face the payment is more than satisfactory. The previous nervous tension among the four men is completely eradicated. The nervous one that spoke before tosses a small set of keys to one of the soldiers, the lead kidnapper pushes you forward towards the other soldier, and all four of the men head over to the crates to check out their bounty.
You see the soldier with the key place it in one of the pockets on the front of his uniform and walk back towards the darkness, while the other places you in front of him with a firm hand on your shoulder and walks you forward. You’re in complete darkness for a few paces before you’re blinded again by a pair of industrial elevator doors opening and shadows walking towards you.
You realize the two escorting you are guards at best, not soldiers. The squad in front of you is armed with much more deadly weapons; you recognize pistols and semi-automatic TMP’s as the group marches past you back into the warehouse-type room with your original kidnappers. You don’t have long to wonder why they’re marching back into the room. Just as the doors to the elevator are closing, you hear the confused shouts of your kidnappers get cut short by rapid gunfire.
No witnesses. That’s never good.
You’re not in the elevator for long. The doors open to reveal a long hallway with more industrial style architecture. The guard in front of you starts walking forward and the guard behind you lightly pushes you to follow. His presence behind you makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand up.
As you’re ushered forward, it feels like you’re walking through a cross between an old factory and one of the old Umbrella labs. Some things appear to be 40 years old or more, and other things, such as the doors, have been updated to be futuristic sliding electric doors with keypads for additional security. The wheels are turning in your head on what this place of operations could possibly be, but you don’t have enough information to make any solid conclusions yet.
The guard in front of you scans a key card on the panel next to the door, it beeps, then the door gracefully slides open to reveal another hallway similar to the last one, but completely renovated; bright white and futuristic. The architect clearly took inspiration from the old Umbrella labs.
About halfway down the new hallway, you realize you don’t feel the presence of the guard behind you anymore. You look over your shoulder and stop in your tracks when you see the guard unconscious on the ground a few feet away.
Huh. How’d that happen?
When you stop walking, the guard in front of you turns around, probably to get you to keep moving to whatever cell these people have prepared for you for you. But as soon as the guard turns around, you see a gray blur drop from the ceiling out of the corner of your eye. The gray blur, a ginger headed man, punches the guard, which makes the guard stumble but he regains his footing quickly. They exchange a few attempts at hitting each other; the guard tries to swing the electric baton but the mystery man dodges the attempted strike. The mystery man gets a few good punches in and successfully disarms the guard, but the guard is able to catch the man’s wrist, the guard then uses his forearm as leverage to pin the man to the wall. It looks the guard is trying to cut off the mystery man’s air circulation, but the man has enough strength and fighting know-how to not get knocked out.
For a moment, you don’t know what to do. You don’t recognize the new man. The only thing you know is that he’s a skilled fighter, and the other guard isn’t going down easy. You also know you can’t escape by yourself, and the B.S.A.A. doesn’t know where you are.
Help the stranger it is.
You run over to the unconscious guard and grab his electric baton and grip it the best you can with your hands bound together. The mystery man is still pinned to the wall by the guard and is trying to wiggle free.
You sprint down the hall, wind up the prod, and smack the guard on the side of the head. The guard doesn’t go down like you hoped, but the shock of you hitting him with the baton gives the mystery man enough time to grab the guard with both hands and ram him into the wall, knocking him out cold.
“You good?” You ask, somewhat out of breath.
The man stretches his neck and arms, nodding his head. “Never better. Thanks for that.”
Now that the man isn’t brawling with the guards, you get a better look at him.
A nagging sense of familiarity emerges in the back of your mind. You’re positive you haven’t met this man before. You couldn’t have. You would have remembered the large diagonal scar on the left side of his face that stretches from the junction of his cheek and nose all the way down to his jaw, or the buzzed ginger hair. Those features aren’t exactly forgettable, yet some detail that you can’t put your finger on in the moment keeps tugging at your memory.
You shake off the feeling. You can sort that out later, but right now you have more binding things to focus on. You hold out your wrists, still bound in the cuffs.
“No problem. Mind returning the favor? The key’s in his chest pocket.” You point your chin to the guard that you shocked.
“Sure thing.”
Jake saunters over to the guard, rolls the unconscious body over to unzip the front pocket to grab the key, then walks back over to you to start undoing the locks on your cuffs. Jake’s eyes flicker between the lock and your face as he does so.
“So… you’re the hot shot scientist.”
It’s more of a statement than a question. You narrow your eyes. Jake easily unlocks the first cuff and begins to work on the second one.
“That depends… who’s asking?”
“Name’s Jake.”
Knowing his name doesn’t help you place this man’s face. You stay silent and wait for Jake to keep going and give you a last name or the company he works for, but instead he unlocks the second cuff and tosses them away, looking at you expectantly with an easy smirk.
“This is the part where you tell me your name.”
“Not before you tell me why you’re here.” When in doubt, be on the side of caution. Just because this man helped you, doesn’t mean he’s on your side. You rub your wrists, trying to get rid of the sting of the cuffs being on your wrists for so long.
“Just a little… preventative maintenance for a friend. You got a name?”
You purse your lips, trying to get a read on what Jake means by ‘preventative maintenance.’ He took out the guards, so unless he’s going for a long con, he doesn’t work for the people who took you. Most mercenaries wouldn’t rescue someone on a job unless it’s in their contract, although any good murder for hire would know what their target looked like before accepting the job. You’re willing to bet his intentions are most likely in line with your own. You relax your shoulders.
“Just call me Doc. And yeah, I’m the virologist.”
The cavalier attitude Jake is exuding shifts slightly and for a moment you think he’s connected the dots on who you are, but instead Jake’s attitude morphs into optimistic determination.
“You know the periodic table?”
You stand there, confused and trying to figure out why he’s thinking about something so out of left field, but coming up with nothing. You answer honestly. “Uh… yes?”
A satisfied smirk stretches across his face. “Good. I could use your help. C’mon.”
Jake strides over to a specific section of wall and presses an unassuming panel on it. A keypad pops out and Jake starts to type on it while you stay in your spot processing what just happened.
“Excuse you, I don’t remember volunteering my expertise!”
“What’s the hold up Doc?” Jake finishes inputting the number sequence and you hear a hiss, something metal releasing, the panel of wall that you now realize is a hidden door sliding back a couple inches, then the wall panel sliding to the left to reveal an industrial staircase winding downward. Jake turns back to you, a cavalier expression on his face. “You got something planned already with sleeping beauty over there? Or are you coming with me?”
Jake gestures to the guard you electrocuted on the floor. You look at the guard, then the other one further down the hall, then back to Jake. “Lucky for you, my plans just got canceled. Let’s go.”
It only takes a few minutes to figure out that Jake knows his way around this place. The staircase leads to another series of dingy hallways that Jake saunters through with confidence. Either he’d already figured out these sections weren’t closely guarded, or he’d taken measures to make sure he wouldn’t have to worry about surveillance. Either way, you’re relieved to be in the presence of someone who knows what they’re doing and isn’t trying to hold you hostage.
“So… you didn’t say who you work for.”
Jake thinks about his answer, then shrugs and keeps walking. “I consider myself an independent contractor. But right now, I’m on the B.S.A.A.’s payroll.”
“Really? You don’t strike me as B.S.A.A.” You know for a fact that the B.S.A.A. recruits almost exclusively from armies around the world. Army life causes soldiers to have a certain disposition. A certain disciplined way of carrying oneself resulting from years of drills and training. Jake’s body language felt much too relaxed for that lifestyle.
“I’m consulting.”
You give the man a half smile hearing that. The way Jake said that made it sound like he wasn’t exactly happy about it, but accepted the job nonetheless. Something you could easily relate to. “What a coincidence, so am I.”
“For viruses? You some kind of expert on bioweapons?”
You shrug and keep following Jake. “I’ve got a good amount of practical experience.” It’s a true but vague statement. Jake doesn’t need to know the details of why you know so much. Any mention of your past with Umbrella or Wesker never ends well with strangers.
Jake looks over his shoulder with an eyebrow raised. “Don’t give me that humble bullshit.”
You scoff and smile. Definitely not army. “Okay. You’d be hard pressed to find someone who knew more. Better? What do you need to know?”
“Give me a rundown of the G-Virus.”
You don't answer for a long moment, stunned. “The G? These guys went through the trouble to get me here for that?” Your tone is incredulous.
“What?” Jake doesn’t sound confused at your reaction. Only curious.
“It’s just… unstable and obsolete compared to other bioweapons. It’s not exactly competitive against strains nowadays where infected can tell the difference between enemy and ally.”
“Obsolete huh? What’s your theory on why they have it all the way out here then?”
“They’re… low on funding and have limited options? Or they didn’t care what they’re buying.”
You pause, realizing Jake can fill in some missing information for you. “And who are ‘they’ and what is ‘here?’ I didn’t get a good look at anything on my way in.”
Jake chuckles and shakes his head. “You must piss off a lot of people.”
You roll your eyes at Jake’s comment and keep following him. “You don’t have to be an ass about it.”
“Not judging, I respect it. I’m on a fair share of shit lists myself.”
“If you don’t know the answers, you can just be honest about it.”
“Alright alright. Technically, we’re in Japan, but it’s more of a small as shit island in the Pacific. I was told this was a former Umbrella research outpost.”
You scrunch your brows in confusion. “I didn’t know they had labs this far out from the mainland.”
“Neither did I, but ya learn something new every day.”
Eventually, the dingy hallways and platforms lead to another mechanical door that reveals another white hallway not unlike the ones you remember from Umbrella’s previous headquarters in Raccoon City. You don’t have much time to reminisce as you follow Jake to a door at the end of the hall.
The room you enter is somewhat dated. The equipment here looks like it came straight out of the 90’s, but with some modern updates in a few choice sections. Jake ignores all of that in favor of leading you to the other side of the room where a mechanical door and a keypad are waiting. The door is notably one of the only things in the room that’s been updated.
“Mind taking a crack at this Doc?”
Jake hands you a note with an Umbrella header on it:
Pierre if you’re reading this, I’ve changed the password to the specimen room. I know it impedes business to change it so frequently, but the boss insists on the highest level of security due to the nature of the special project.
The new password is your namesake element on the periodic table. Just type in the atomic number and weight in that order.
Don’t mess it up again.
That damn alarm will lock everything down and Aimi nearly blew a gasket the last time I had to get the security key to disable it again.
“You brought me here for this? Seriously?” You look at Jake like a disappointed mother. Do schools not teach the manmade elements in chemistry anymore? In your mind, you think that Jake went a little overboard bringing someone with a PHD to solve a periodic table puzzle. Jake doesn’t react to your question. He just keeps up the cavalier attitude.
“So you can solve it.”
“You know Google exists, right?” You reply, deadpan.
“No service in the middle of the ocean. Are you going to help me out or not?”
You scoff at the comment, then hand the note back to him and stride to one of the bookshelves. “Yes. It’s Curium.” You thumb through the spines trying to find a chemistry book of some kind.
“But his name’s Pierre. You sure?”
You find a ratty chemistry book with university library stickers all over the spine. Bingo. You pull it out and flip through the back pages, finally finding what you were looking for: a periodic table.
“Pierre Curie and Marie Curie discovered the element. That’s the answer. Type in 96247.”
You snap the book shut and you hear Jake typing in the code on the door. Now that Jake’s errand is almost done, it’s time to get the hell out of Dodge. Or the ocean in this case.
“After you run your maintenance we need to find a radio, or a ride out of here. I don’t want to be in the middle of nowhere longer than I need to be.”
“I’m no travel agent, but I think that can be arranged.”
You turn to join him, but a logo on some papers scattered around on the desk by the bookshelf catches your eye; a Tricell logo. Your eyebrows scrunch together. Albert partnered with Tricell for the Uroboros project and the company has been defunct since Africa happened four years prior. Why is that logo here of all places?
You hear a beep behind you and a mechanical door sliding open with a soft hiss as you pour over the documents. They’re copies of internal documents relating to the development of the Africa strain of Plaga parasites with yellow highlights all over them. A large label that reads ‘G – U’ stuck on a keycard is blocking one of the notes so you move it to the side. More concerningly, the only things you see highlighted are locations of labs and sites of infection with handwritten margin notes in Kanji that you don’t understand.
“Hey uh, Doc?” Jake is calling you from inside the room that was unlocked.
“Hm?” You respond, still half-focusing on the Tricell documents.
“I don’t think these guys had limited options.”
A sense of dread starts to form in the back of your mind when Jake says that. You speed walk over to the now accessible room. It’s a large, white room with rows of what look like display cases. You see Jake looking through the glass and into display on the other side of it. You walk up next to him to look for yourself and your heart drops to your stomach when you see what he’s talking about.
On the other side of the glass, you see a complete family of Plaga parasite strains. As you walk down the aisle, you see the original strain from Spain, all the way to the newest strain that popped up in Edonia a couple years back. Although to your relief, you see that the Amber strain which allows the infected to have both strength and free will isn’t displayed.
You glance at the aisle behind the Plaga parasite display. You immediately recognize the familiar T-Virus series. It’s concerning how thorough the collection is. Even without reading the placards underneath each sample, you recognize the strain that caused the outbreak at the Spencer Mansion, the T-Abyss virus from a few years ago, a few different failed strands from the Marcus-Birkin projects, among dozens more. You feel your heart skip a beat when you see the T-VERONICA placard, but you relax when you see that the sample holder is empty.
“Doc? Talk to me what’re you thinking?”
Even with the display cases missing a few of the more powerful specimens, it was still the most comprehensive collection of viruses and parasites in a single place that you’d seen in your career.
“They nearly have the whole damn catalogue in here.” Your tone is grim. Samples as comprehensive as this can only spell something bad on the horizon, but you’re not too sure what.
“I don’t understand what their play is here.” You state, still walking along the T-Strain aisle and examining each sample. Your footsteps echo around the room from the grate flooring. Based on the setup, each one appears to be a live sample.
“I think I do. They’re trying to be a one stop shop for bioweapons and this is the showroom.” Jake spits in disgust.
At first glance, Jake’s observation appears correct. But upon closer examination, that conclusion doesn’t quite fit. You slowly walk along the aisle and look at Jake through the glass in the aisle opposite. He’s examining the strains in the G-Sample section, looking back and forth from the samples in front of him and his phone.
“I want to agree with you, but I don’t think that’s it.”
Jake stops and looks at you confused. “Why?”
“They don’t have nearly enough inventory. These are samples. An unusually comprehensive collection of samples, but there’s only one of each.”
Jake shrugs. “Maybe it’s somewhere else.”
Again, a logical conclusion that doesn’t quite fit. “Outside of this facility? Possible. Here? There would have to be at least a few dozen rooms like this to store everything properly.”
You stop walking.
“And logistically, it just doesn’t make sense. We’re practically in the middle of nowhere. Why would a business owner put their showroom in one of the most difficult to reach places on the planet? You would think they’d want to make it easy for the buyer to review product, as well as convenient for the owner to ship out that product. Someone wanting to be a one-stop-shop would be on the mainland.“
You pause, an icy feeling washing over you. The bag on your head during your transport here and the execution of your kidnappers suddenly makes a lot more sense.
“These people don’t want to be found.”
Jake’s eyes flick from his phone to your face. “So they’re working on something big. A new G-virus?”
You shift on your feet shaking your head while looking over the G-Virus samples. “Yes to the big project, no to the G. Whatever it is, it’s not down here.”
“You sure about that? This one’s missing.” Jake holds his phone up to the glass so you can see on the other side of the G-Sample row. Jake’s correct this time: this specific strain isn’t displayed. You tilt your head in confusion.
“That’s not a strand I recognize.” At first glance, you know it's an unusual strand of G-Virus. G-Viruses are normally green in color, but this one is a sickly pink.
Jake grunts, shaking his head and pocketing the phone. “It’s never that simple. Is it? An all-inclusive virus buffet and one of the only one that's missing is the one I need.”
Jake pulls out a pistol you didn’t know he had, checks the clip to make sure it’s fully loaded, then holds it down by his side as he strides out of the room.
“Where you headed?” You call after him.
“Main lab upstairs. I’ll come get ya after I’ve got the G-sample.” He answers over his shoulder.
“Absolutely not!” You reply in disbelief and Jake stops walking, sighing in annoyance. He can’t seriously think he can take on the army upstairs with just a pistol. You try to talk some sense into him.
“We need to find a radio and get the B.S.A.A. here. These people will kill you no questions asked if they see you. Plus, that handgun of yours isn’t going to cut it against their hardware.”
Jake shrugs his shoulders, unconcerned. “I’ve had worse odds.”
“That doesn’t make lone wolfing this any less stupid! There’s a base in Tokyo, we just need to find a way to contact them-”
You stop talking abruptly when you catch a glimpse of a dangerously familiar sample. The one that changed the course of your life for the worse. The one that your dead husband tried and failed to infect the planet with. The name UROBOROS is proudly displayed at the end of the G-Virus aisle in the back, nearly drowned out by the sheer number of G-Virus samples.
You hear Jake saying something to the effect of ‘I’ll be back before they even know I’m there’ but you’re not registering what he’s saying. Your vision has tunneled to only focus on that devil sample. All it takes is one slip up by a careless scientist to infect this whole place. You think back to the keycard in the other room by the Tricell papers; ‘G – U.’ G-Virus to Uroboros. This time can be different. You have the power and knowledge to stop this.
“Hey? Earth to Doc? You still with me over there?”
“That needs to be destroyed.” Your voice is barely above a whisper as you stare at the Uroboros sample. You keep your eyes on the sample for a few steps, then brush past Jake to rush into the other room to find supplies; some kind of glass beaker, metal garbage can, something to contain the damned thing when you burn it to ash.
As you begin nearly tearing the lab apart in your barely controlled frenzy, Jake steps back into the sample room to look at what has you so distressed.
“Uroboros? That’s the uh… it’s not a G-Virus is it?”
You open a cabinet and find a large glass beaker. You grab it and set it on the counter and keep looking for more supplies.
“Yes! Now less talking and more helping. There’s Bunsen burners here, so there has to be some matches-”
“Can't this wait? Is it really any worse than the other ones?”
You aggressively close some drawers as you turn back to Jake with a serious glare.
“Albert Wesker. Heard of him?” Your voice is low and controlled.
Jake’s face melts into a barely hidden look of disdain. “Yeah, I have.”
“He tried to use it to cleanse the world, as he put it. He spent years injecting innocent people with that and he was the only one who didn’t turn into a flesh-eating worm thing.”
You open more drawers and find a cleaning cabinet with a half full container of rubbing alcohol. You grab it, along with a pair of cleaning gloves, and set them next to the beaker. You start soaking random bits of scrap paper with the liquid and stuff it into the beaker.
“Not only that, he tried to launch that shit into the atmosphere with a deranged smile on his face. It nearly ended the world once and that’s not something I, or anyone, needs to deal with again.”
You put another splash of rubbing alcohol into the beaker for good measure then forcefully put the bottle on the table causing it to spill some of the liquid on the table. It doesn’t slow you down. You quickly put on the cleaning gloves and dig through the drawers around the lab looking for a lighter or matches. Smoking isn’t rare in Japan so one of those items must be here somewhere.
“So Wesker had special blood?” If you were paying closer attention to the way Jake said that, you would have easily picked up that he knew more than he was letting on. But you don’t. You’re too busy trying to get rid of a dormant threat sitting in the other room. You answer without thinking while opening more drawers by the bookshelf.
“Genetically, he was one in a trillion. But even with that, he still had to take doses of the virus periodically to keep it stable. All the more reason to nip this in the bud before it becomes a problem again.”
“You know a lot about this.” A statement of fact, not a question.
“Yeah, I do!” You exclaim dramatically as you slam a cabinet shut when there, once again, aren’t any matches. You’re so frustrated that Jake is asking so many questions and won’t just help you.
“You knew him.” Another statement of fact, not a question. His eyes are dissecting your every move now. The look vaguely reminds you of Albert and you feel the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. Albert used to look at you like that when he wanted to know if you were lying or gauging your reaction to something he told you. You shake off the feeling. The Uroboros discovery is making you paranoid.
You sigh and shift on your feet, leaning back against the cabinet with your eyes on the ceiling. The scent of rubbing alcohol is strong in the silent room. You shift your eyes to Jake’s after a long moment. His expression is nearly unreadable, but there’s an underlying edge in his posture now. He knows. Not everything, but he’s catching on to why you’re so passionate about this. There’s no use lying about it.
“I knew him…well, okay? At least I thought I did before all the crazy. But right now we have more important things to do than rehash my history.”
You force yourself to tear away from Jake’s calculating gaze and resume your search.
“I nee-… we need matches. Can you just help me look please?”
You don’t hear a response behind you, and you think that Jake is going to keep asking you questions. But after you open a few more drawers you hear a rustle of fabric and a metallic tink.
“Use this.”
Your head whips over to Jake and a wave of relief washes over you. Then annoyance.
He’s holding a lighter.
He had that the whole damn time you were tearing through the lab looking for matches.
You decide it’s best to hold off on scolding him until after you get rid of the Uroboros sample. Instead, you take the lighter with a gruff thank you. You grab your supplies along with the ‘G - U’ keycard and head back into the sample room.
You enter the room with newfound determination. You couldn’t stop Uroboros on your own all those years ago, but this time it’s different. You’re stopping a disaster before it has a chance to start. You place your supplies on the floor next to the case, preparing to immediately plop the Uroboros sample into the beaker. In your peripheral vision, you notice Jake leaning against the doorframe, watching your every move.
You scan the card.
Instead of the glass sliding down into the base like you expected, it stops a quarter of the way down when a deafening alarm sounds overhead and Jake is forced off of the mechanical door when it reels shut. Before you can even call out to him, gas starts pouring into the room from the grates on the floor.
All senses of self-preservation leave you in this moment. Thousands of years of survival instinct telling you to run and claw at the door and scream for help is ignored because, once again, your thoughts are only consumed by the existence of the Uroboros sample. Possessed by only one thought: you can’t fail to stop this again. You couldn’t justify something as trivial as your own survival if it meant there was a sliver of a chance of something like Africa happening again.
You force yourself to focus, even though it’s getting so much more difficult with your mind starting to cloud from the gas. You hold your breath to prolong consciousness. There’s enough space between the glass and the edge of the case that you can squeeze your arm in and grab the damned sample. You can hear Jake banging on the door shouting your name, but his voice sounds so far away as you force the sample from its display rod and gracelessly sink to your knees.
Your hand feels unwieldy and heavy as you drop the sample into the glass beaker. Even more so as you try and fail to roll the lighter wheel fast enough to make a flame. You rip off a cleaning glove to get a better grip and you keep trying. You have to. This needs to work. You can’t fail again. You won’t fail again.
You pause to finally take a breath and force yourself not to cough from the downright bone numbing gas that’s still filling the room. Your vision is starting to blacken at the edges and your body slumps so much that you’re resting on your stomach, so you make a conscious effort to tighten your grip as hard as you can on the lighter and roll the wheel. A small flame erupts from the lighter. With a shaking hand you thrust it into the beaker and the alcohol-soaked kindling erupts into flame. You barely notice the sting of the flames against your hand when you retract it.
Everything feels heavy. You finally let your body resign to the gas and let your head rest on the ground. With each shallow breath, the darkness at the edge of your vision grows more and more prominent. You don’t hear Jake anymore, but you do hear indiscernible voices on the other side of the wall getting farther and farther away and loud pops. Gunfire? Or Jake banging on the door?
The last thing you remember seeing before the darkness overtakes your vision are blackened remains in a glass beaker and a pair of unfamiliar, polished shoes slowly walking towards you.
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a/n 2: I really hate doing filler/transition chapters as a principle, but I promise that it's very necessary for what's coming. Chris x Reader is going to be on the backburner for a couple parts but I assure you he's coming back and it will feel rewarding when he does.
#resident evil fanfiction#jake muller#resident evil 6#resident evil 6 spoilers#chris redfield x reader#not in this chapter though because PLOT#fanfiction#slow burn#no beta we die like men#The Wife the Lover and the Bastard Son
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Hi! Don't feel obligated to answer, but I've been learning catalan & I'd love to read some novels originally written in catalan, but i'm having a bit of a hard time finding ones that aren't 'classics'. Any recs? (I usually like literary stuff, like, authors irritatingly showing their skill, i eat that shit up, but anything contemporary or psychological or fantasy or anything will absolutely do :,) )
Oop sorry, I hadn't seen the message until now.
You won't have difficulty about this because Catalan literature is very lively and there's lots of great books coming out very often. Catalan literature has been praised around the world for having such vitality and quality, considering that it's a relatively small language community.
Personally the first recommendation that came to mind is Manuel de Pedrolo but idk if you're considering that a classic? He's relatively recent but many 20th century authors have become classics. His Mecanoscrit del segon origen is definitely considered a classic even though it's only from 1974, but I don't think the other ones are usually. Anyway, I really like his sci-fi short stories book Trajecte final, and my dad has spent years obsessed with his theatre play Homes i no. Talking about theatre scrips, I have a really soft spot for La cançó de les balances by Josep Maria Carandell ❤️.
I'm not usually one to read many short stories books but I also recommend Albert Sánchez Piñol's Homenatge als caiguts (stories of about 2 pages long and usually funny, very entertaining to read).
For a completely different vibe of short stories, I also thought El Cafè de la Granota by Jesús Moncada was excellent, the characterization and events feel like hearing your grandparents telling stories of when they were young. I still haven't read his most famous novel Camí de sirga though, honestly I don't know what I'm waiting for lol.
Canto jo i la muntanya balla by Irene Solà has also been very popular in the past few years and she definitely shows off her literary prose. I found it very lovely and I recommend it for when you want something more experimental. It's a book where each chapter is narrated by someone or something different (a shepherd, the rain, a witch who was killed centuries ago, a deer, a dog...) and it's very well written, it has also won some international awards.
And listen for some reason I still haven't read them myself (I plan to change that soon) but the best contemporary author is probably Jaume Cabré. I've only heard the highest praise for his Les veus del Pamano, and other of his books like Jo confesso. I'm planning to finally read Les veus del Pamano this summer and I'm very excited for it.
Another one I've heard lots of praise for and which I'm excited to read (hopefully soon) is Les històries naturals by Joan Perucho. I wasn't going to include books I haven't read besides Cabré (because, let's face it, with a question like this one must include Jaume Cabré) but since you asked for literary fantasy I think you might like it. It's about a knight/botanist who looks for one of Jaume I's knights who is a vampire.
Others that I've had recommended but haven't had time to read yet: Junil a la terra dels bàrbars by Joan Lluís-Lluís, Nicolau by Antoni Veciana, Guilleries by Ferran Garcia, and lots of people have loved Eva Baltasar's Permagel, Boulder and Mamut though it doesn't seem like my style they seem interesting.
I don't know if any of my followers wants to share some more in the comments/reblogs, but I'd be interested to hear them too 👀
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Deleting parasocial brainrot
This is the beginning of week 3 of no fomo. I have learnt a lot of important things during this second week of not allowing myself to go on social medias. For once, I decided to try not going on Tumblr as well, blocking it on my computer at the very least. That didn’t last very long because Tumblr really does bring me joy and my time scrolling remains limited anyway. But I did end up limiting my posts about my no fomo experience to once a week because there’s only so much to write about it on the daily besides “didn’t go on social medias. Got bored. Did something else instead.”
I finished the book The Hazel Wood. Learnt it has a sequel and am definitely not interested in that but the actual fairy tales Melissa Albert wrote in Tales from the Hinterland look interesting so I’ll check it out at the library next time. The Hazel Wood started inconsistently, then the real mystery kicked in and it got fast paced until the characters arrived at the actual Hazel Wood. Then I found it boring and skimmed the rest of the book. I didn’t care enough about the main characters to care about the revelations about their lives nor their downfalls, but I think the author would be great at writing actual mysteries/thrillers because that part was really engaging. She also writes great, chilling short stories in the fairy tales she shared in The Hazel Wood, which is why I’m interested in reading Tales from the Hinterland. But this is gonna be for another library trip cause I borrowed Roshani Chokshi’s The Last Tale of the Flower Bride this time. Very much still in a gothic/fairy tales mood.
I played a LOT of Stardew Valley too. I started playing at the beginning of the week and I’m currently almost at the end of winter of year 1, reached level 70 in the mines (I’m a wimp when it comes to fighting so I'm impressed with myself I got this far). I got one cow and two chickens and a horse, and I keep my garden relatively small because I make most of my money from foraging and fishing anyway (also because I prefer wandering around rather than spending a lot of time on the farm most days). Clearly my no fomo is not about cutting screen time because this ain’t it but I’m enjoying myself and that is the main goal of it all.
I’ve come to realize this week that I’ve been wrong about something for a long time and it slapped me in the face quite violently. I used to think that parasocial relationships are formed with people we are a fan of as opposed to people we watch because we’re bored and have no real connection with. But truth is, the moment someone talks to us (or at us) is when a parasocial relationship is formed. Doesn’t matter if we agree with them or not, the moment we respond to them in our head is the moment that connection is formed. Hell, if you’re reading this still, we’re in a parasocial relationship. And I’ve come to discover this week that those parasocial relationships have replaced my need for other kind of connections for most of my adult life (since social media became a thing really). They never replaced my need for romantic relationships, but I’ve always had iffy connections with friends. Not to the point of in person neglect, but the moment there is distance and online is the only way to interact, that neglect makes itself painfully apparent. I always thought it might have been because I don’t feel the need for friendship as strongly since I do feel very comfortable with solitude in general and enjoy spending time with myself. But the truth is I got all the things I would get from friendships online, from people I don’t know and will never know me. Gossips, entertainment, advice, deep dives into topics of interest, I found it all online or, most often, it found me (thanks algorithm). And this week, that realization came with the most human feeling: I miss my friends. I miss talking with them, listening to them, having people in my life who knows me, whom I personally know too. People I can hug and can hug me back, people who laugh at my jokes as I laugh at theirs. True reciprocity. It’s a lot of touching grass together.
Relearning how to interact with my friends and open up to them will take some time, but my friendships are actually important to me and I’m willing to put in the work to invite them back in and create new connections as well. It’s not that making friends or maintaining friendships is hard as an adult, it’s that it’s hard to let go of parasocial relationships to make space for those friendships. Especially when the apps where we find those parasocial relationships are just at our fingertips and created to lure us back in at the earliest moment.
I won’t say that social medias cannot create real life friendships with people, because truth is a lot of people meet their best friends and romantic relationships online (hey, I met my wife here after all). But the key word here is reciprocity. Making friends sometimes is just about letting go of the people who will never reply to us in any meaningful way. They can’t even see us behind their own screens anyway.
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Gonna go the less expected route here: Julian Albert, Kamilla Hwang, and Joe West for the fictional character bingo.
Ooh I appreciate the variety!
Julian Albert:
He just kind of Exists to me 🤷♀️ I also didn’t like Caitlin/Julian (hence “canon’s not real if I don’t look at it”). I found him kinda off-putting tbh. The show’s no stranger to jerk characters (Harry, Ralph), but Julian doesn’t really have the charisma to endear him to me like Harry and (to a lesser extent) Ralph do.
Also, he was only really there a) for Caitlin’s plotline (and his inclusion in all of it fell flat for me) and b) for the Alchemy red herring (which, as with Savitar pre-reveal, was a waste of time imo)
Kamilla Hwang:
So admittedly I used to be a lot more neutral towards her, if only because I felt she and Cisco were kinda thrown together by the writing and not given a ton of development as a couple. I…still somewhat feel this way, but I also like the two of them together…and as far as Cisco ships go, Kamisco’s my favorite 💞 (Goldenvibe is second for me, and I’ve been warming up to that more lately too)
Also, since Kamilla is your favorite, I’ve become fonder of her and Kamisco through following you 🥰 Kamilla is sweet, driven, and when the show does allow them to spend time together onscreen, they seem to get each other in a very special way. It’s not my favorite ship, but I find it a sweet one regardless.
As for “the fandom’s so mean”…something I’ve noticed is how some Caitlin/Cisco shippers tend to write Kamisco (and Kamilla, by extension) as very boring/bland/not right for Cisco. Which…fine, people can have ship preferences, but I remember one fic in which a character told Cisco, “[Kamilla’s] nice, but you deserve better than nice”, and that irked me.
Like…I get that Kamisco isn’t as developed as Caitlin and Cisco’s friendship, and even I shipped Caitlin/Cisco for a time, but…it rubs me the wrong way to see a white woman prioritized over a WOC as Cisco’s love interest when canonically, he’s only ever romantically been interested in said WOC and not the white woman. I get the fondness for Caitlin/Cisco, but if you need to throw Kamilla, a WOC and Cisco’s canon love interest, under the bus to do it…I question how strong your ship really is.
(Fun fact, fics like this are part of the reason I don’t really ship Caitlin/Cisco anymore!)
Joe West:
So…I have mixed opinions. I love him in most of the show, especially his relationships with Barry, Iris, Cisco, and Wally. Even his dynamic with Harry in s2!
I don’t, however, like him in s1 with Iris, and even with Barry, mostly pre-reveal. When he’s shooting down Barry at every turn, making him feel stupid, not even entertaining the idea of the impossible, not even stopping when he sees Barry’s given up the fight…yeah, that was sucky of him. It shouldn’t have taken Iris’s intervening for him to back off.
And with Iris…the lying, the gaslighting, the coddling…listen, I get he’s overprotective, but he is way moreso of Iris than Barry. Keeping her out of the loop for so long and not even apologizing to her?? Joe, Barry made his choice, but you also asked him to do it! You lied to Iris for months and acted like she was crazy when she mentioned seeing the Streak! You even got mad at Barry for Iris’s choice to put her name on her blog!
And that stuff with Eddie…ugh, that’s infuriating. The way Joe acts so entitled to her love life in s1, the way he denies Eddie permission to propose for ages just because he thinks he knows better than Iris who she should marry?? And the show doesn’t win any points with me for treating him as being right for that.
Oh, and also Armageddon?? When he yells at Barry and Iris for wanting to let Thawne die?? Saying they’d be destroying their family by doing so?? JOE CAN YOU BFFR?? We’re talking about EOBARD THAWNE! Killed Nora Allen, framed Henry Allen, stalked your son-in-law, killed Cisco, killed Eddie, killed your granddaughter, changed time and almost married your daughter??
I do love him in the rest of the show though, I think he’s a great fountain of wisdom and his relationships with his kids shine (hence the square with all the hearts, because when those relationships are at the forefront outside of s1, it’s like magic). It’s just those instances when I dislike him.
send me a character (or multiple) and I’ll fill out the bingo!
#character ask game#character bingo#julian albert#kamilla hwang#joe west#the flash#anti snowbert#anti killervibe#(just as a precaution)
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Random facts about Leslie Cheung in the Hong Kong entertainment industry
Leslie had a surprisingly good reputation in the entertainment industry, considering how invasive the entertainment press was (and still is) in Hong Kong. Almost all of his “scandals” involved his sexuality, both regarding his gender non-conforming performances and relationship with long-term partner Daffy Tong.
Leslie’s and singer Alan Tam’s fanbases engaged in heated rivalry in the 80s, after Leslie’s sudden rise in popularity in 1985. He would get harassed and crowded by Tam’s fans, which played a role in his eventual hiatus in 1989. Leslie and Alan, however, remained civil with each other.
Leslie and Happy Together co-star Tony Leung were good friends. They had a sweet friendship despite their opposing personalities, and Tony’s wife Carina Lau (also an actor and friend of Leslie’s) said that Tony initially did not cry after Leslie’s death, but broke down sobbing a few days later.
Leslie respected actors Chow Yun-Fat and Ti Lung (co-stars in A Better Tomorrow), and paid tribute to them at his ‘89 concert.
He sang with classic Cantopop singer Sam Hui (dubbed 歌神, or ‘God of Songs’) at Hui’s retirement party.
Leslie and late singer-actress Anita Mui are widely regarded as a duo by Hong Kong audiences, with both of them paving the way for queer and gender non-conforming performance in Hong Kong, and achieving legendary status in Chinese pop music.
Leslie dated actress Teresa Mo in 1977, and became tight friends with her after reuniting on the All’s Well, Ends Well set in 1991. She’s also regarded as the only official girlfriend Leslie ever had.
He cited himself as bisexual. His other love interests included an anonymous ‘first love’ with long black hair, actress Annie Ngai See Pui, and rumoured affair with his assistant ‘Kenneth’.
Leslie and gay singer Anthony Wong released the album Cross Over in 2002, combining the musicians’ wildly different styles. (It’s a banger, listen to it!!)
Many of Leslie’s later (and most well-known) songs featured lyrics by Albert Leung, one of the most famous lyricists in Cantopop. He is also openly gay!
Leslie thought Japanese singer Akina Nakamori was extremely beautiful. (Just wanted to add this here because same, Leslie, same.)
#leslie cheung#張國榮#hong kong#hong kong culture#cantopop#alan tam#tony leung#chow yun fat#anthony wong#anita mui#hong kong cinema#lgbtq#bisexual#queer artists#queer singers
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Happy Pride🩷🤎🖤❤️🧡💛💚💙💜
Of course I celebrated by crossing off some queer titles from my TBR list! I listened to Imogen, Obviously by Becky Albertalli, Margo Zimmerman Gets the Girl by Brianna R. Shrum and Sara Waxelbaum, and Going Bicoastal by Dahlia Adler this month on Audible. My picks had a noticeable but unintentional trend given each of them are YA with Jewish representation, bi/les couples, redheaded MCs or love interests (or maybe not bc Imogen from Imogen, Obviously may be brunette judging by the artwork on the author’s Instagram…?) and 2/3 mention the movie,
which, thank goddess they did because they had me finally get around to watching it.
But this post isn’t about movies, it’s about books. So let’s get into them.
Imogen, Obviously
Imogen is surrounded by queer friends and family but she herself identifies as a straight ally. To show her support, she’s part of Pride Alliance, she loves queer pop culture, and she���s always there for her loved ones. Case in point, she’s also agreed to go along with her recently out best friend, Lili, and the lie she’s told her new, queer college friends about the two of them previously dating. It’s no problem for Imogen. Except when starts to get close with one of said friends, Tessa, and she begins to struggle with withholding the truth from her. She was never with Lili — she’s not even queer. Or is that only partly true?
TW: Biphobia, pressured/forced outing of a character, toxic friendship, gatekeeping, gaslighting, queer stereotypes
Opinion: First thing’s first, I’ll say it’s probably best to read this book for yourself rather than listen to the audiobook because there is a lot of texting. I was distracted (and slightly annoyed) by the constant mention of character initials and text timestamps within the narration. Other than that, this book resonated with me since I too was once a closeted bisexual whose sexuality was never once questioned because we were all convinced I was straight (curse comphet). Once it dawned on me I am in fact, not straight, it made so much sense looking back. It’s no surprise I’ve also experienced biphobia since coming out. I couldn’t relate to everything in the book; I’ve never found my own Tessa (I love her character) and I’ve never had a queer circle of my own. None of that stopped me from enjoying the story, however, and I can see this book making an impact on others. Especially the next generation.
Margo Zimmerman Gets the Girl
Baby, closeted lesbian, Margo, gets lessons from out-and-proud bisexual, Abbie, on how to “ace” being ✨gay✨ and discovers a new friendship with her experienced mentor, as well as her growing feelings for the girl of her dreams.
TW: Biphobia, homophobia, toxic friendship, gatekeeping, gaslighting, queer and lesbian stereotypes
Opinion: This book was my favorite of the three and I found myself relating a bit to both Margo and Abbie. There’s not much else I can say about it without giving away spoilers but I will say I loved this book and I highly recommend it!
Going Bicoastal
Follow Natalya along two different realities, one where she’s living with her father in New York City and getting to know “the redhead” she’s had her eye on. The other, she’s staying with her mother in Los Angeles and warming up to the intern she shares a desk with at her mother’s place of work.
TW: Self harm, divorce/divorced parents
(Unpopular) Opinion: As a fan of Adler’s Cool for the Summer and Home Field Advantage, not to mention a fan of this concept, I was really excited for this to release. Unfortunately, I was disappointed. While it had potential, I thought it was kind of boring. It seemed to me more care was put into the mentioning of food than the plot. I didn’t develop much of an interest in the characters, either. It was entertaining enough to finish but I wouldn’t personally recommend it. Not over Dahlia’s other works and not over Imogen, Obviously or Margo Zimmerman Gets the Girl. However, if you want to, I encourage you to give it a try yourself and develop your own opinion. There are many other good reviews out there for this one. It appears I’m the odd one out, which is fine.
#bookblr#pride month#pride reads#lgbtqia books#lgbtq+ books#wlw books#sapphic books#bisexual mc#lesbian mc#pan rep#nonbinary character#jewish representation#queer books#imogen obviously#becky albertalli#margo zimmerman gets the girl#brianna r shrum#sara waxelbaum#going bicoastal#dahlia adler#audiobooks#book review#book recommendation
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sir paul.
i have loved you since i was about seven years old. i used to record your songs off of our stereo onto a tiny voice recorder, and i still think beatles songs sound better in stereo. i know you’d disapprove. as a child, i loved you the most out of the beatles, who were my favorite band (other than frente!). now, it’s still true.
i think it’s the heart in your songs. even though not all of your music is about love, it still comes from a place of love—of your love for avant-garde writing, for storytelling, for making people laugh. you’re an entertainer; it’s what you were meant to do. i think i can relate to that a little bit.
sometimes i feel like i have too much love in my heart. i think you feel that too—the constant urge to express it, even for a short-lived fling or casual friendship. your gratitude for life and for other people is not a press façade, it’s genuine. so genuine that it hurts and has led to hurt and in a world full of hate, it makes sense. but you’ve never let it falter, which i think is the most admirable part.
the first solo song i heard of yours was “uncle albert/admiral halsey,” from RAM with linda. ironically for today, it was played for me by my father. I was told that it was a wings song. i still strongly (perhaps too strongly) stand by the fact that RAM is not an early wings album, despite the fact that denny seiwell played the drums on it. other than “smile away,” RAM feels like pure mccartney (and i’ve written this before)—experimental yet simple, cheesy yet poignant, angry yet kind.
those juxtapositions are why i gravitate toward solo mccartney work these days. the beatles were a group, an intertwining of four brains. it’s hard to tell who added what and who got rid of what and who changed what and it’s endlessly impressive. i adore it. but with solo paul work, it’s a mystery on what you’ll get—and it all came from the same person. it’s enigmatic. and wings—i know you’ve forgotten them, but i sure haven’t. wings were fun because they were silly and unhinged and casual and unorthodox. and their music contains so many forgotten gems.
the commonality between all three, of course, is you. the way my life has changed while listening to your music has kept me tethered to you. i can listen to mccartney songs and be sad, mad, happy, silly, anxious, in awe, calm, tired, energetic, or all at once. i can listen to mccartney songs over and over and still be able to do my favorite thing in the world, deep analysis. and i know i’m not the only one; sometimes i wish i weren’t so deep into the macca bootlicker rabbit hole because it’s a constant echo chamber of “paul is the greatest,” but what can i do? to me, as much as i hate celebrity worship, it’s true.
happy birthday, polie mac. tell nancy i said hi.
#can you tell i adore him#can you tell i’m having a difficult Father’s Day so i’m celebrating this instead#paul mccartney#paul mccartney birthday#king is 81#jay said#the bug tag#womdb#macca!
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Idol Wing AU: Star 2: Super DREAM1ES!
CEO's office - MAX1M Entertainment
Choi Tae Ho, CEO of MAX1M Entertainment, seeing that the group already with three albums was not making profit as he hoped it would, he was now willing to boycott YUM1E and do anything to get him to disband.
But the problem would not be the easiest thing in the world, his right hand Lee Han Jin, did not want to end YUM1E in any way, because unlike the CEO, he believed in the success of YUM1E
- This group is lost! - said Tae Ho - has not won anything so far, considering that we promoted a single and two mini albums, no opportunity to go to MAMMA or Ighigayo and get in a good position
- TaeHo, you are being very impatient - said HanJin - hope that YUM1E will hit a lot
- Stop dreaming HanJin - said TaeHo - YUM1E will not make a hit level BTS and BLACKPINK, it's useless, it's not going to work! This group is not a hit like I expected, I don't see success in anything!
- If you don't see potential in the group, then I do! - Han Jin said - The YUM1E is going to hit whether you like it or not!
HanJin left the room leaving TaeHo alone and thoughtful, little did the Co-CEO know that his boss was planning to disband YUM1E.
- This group cannot continue, I will not let this little group tarnish my company's image - TaeHo said - YUM1E needs to put an end point, and I will be the one who will have the intense pleasure of doing that.
Main Hall - World Aircraft
The girls created the Fanpage (loveyum1e.ofc), in addition, the Super Wings girls spread YUM1E's songs all over the airport, either listening to the songs near other Super Wings to get them interested in the group, or performing dance covers of the choreography, most of the team (younger members) were already part of Fandom, while the veterans enjoyed the music and supported the group, being a senior fan, being less intense as the younger ones.
Jerome, Paul and those who love to dance learned the choreography, Jett, Flip, Crystal, Ellie, Dizzy and that more radical, they tried the movements and they remade scenes of the MVs, with Bello, Grand Albert, Poppa Wheels and others, like to reproduce the photos in the album, play the games that come with them (each one comes with a different game, according to the concept and theme of the concept, from a memory game, even a group deck, In addition to the clear, collectible cards in all albums, piquing the interest of collectors).
The World Airport was taken over by YUM1E, played the songs all the time, plus Random Dance Play competitions (YUM1E ver.), Waiting eagerly for the Fameetings and Fansing of the group, and waiting to be noticed by the group, and little did they know that just as they are DREAM1ES, the group members are WINGERS and wanted the same.
- Wait guys! - Said Astra - Comeback will come out now in April get ready!
- I'm so curious! - said Jett - I want to know what the concept is going to be? will it be a full album?
- Here's saying it's going to be a surprise - Sunny said
- Surprise? - said Donnie - this kills me with curiosity!
- From everybody Donnie - said Dizzy
- I hope Lollo and Flora get the spotlight they deserve - said Ellie
- Poor thing about our Bias - said Mira - they really deserved more attention
- Who knows girls - said Tino - Flora is also my bias
- Never lose hope - said Grand Albert - Lollo is my bias and I think it's unfair and what the company does to her.
- I agree - said Narae - let's wait for the Comeback and see what will happen
- Let's not give up - said Jett - the girls will stand out, I love Brighie, but the company thinks she, Vicky, Aria and Cherie are the only ones in the group, That's absurd.
- I agree! - all said
To be continued....
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Hey there! Here are some of my answers :)
I think I'd write something about the Beatles' worldviews, philosophies, beliefs, values and how their environment shaped them, how they differed individually and how that impacted their relationship to each other.
I wish authors showed more interest in Cyn and stopped reducing her and John's breakup to her being "too boring" as it does such a disservice to all involved parties and is deeply unfair.
This is sadistic but..... would be fascinated to see what Albert Goldman would've written about John if Paul had been looking over his shoulder the whole time. A fascinating synthesis perhaps.
I'm more into factual books tbh. I am entertained by blatant lies but gosh are they frustrating, especially when they stick.
I would cooperate with John on a bio but man would I regret it. But I think I could ask him some good questions.
I want ALL of Hunter Davies' notes. I will never forgive him for taping none of his interviews though.
Hi. Thanks for your answers. 🙂
Brave choice! That’s such a wide and intimidating topic, but very interesting. I’d definitely read it. Go, go write!
I think I disagree very slightly about Cyn. Just because I feel like I read more about her than about anyone else in the Beatles orbit. She presented herself in her two books, magazine spreads, interviews, being a major source for many of the big bios etc. Few other people got so much space to present themselves and we can read, listen and watch it all and come to our own conclusions. I feel little interest from the authors is more of a problem for all those, we can’t seek anything out about on our own. (Not saying though, that it wouldn’t be nice if she got presented with some more nuance for once.)
Wow, Paul and Goldman cooperating is something I haven’t even thought about.🫣 Potentially explosive. In an only one of them comes out alive kind of way.
You are so right, about Davies notes. I would love to get to read those. And "Tape your interviews and release them!" - Is something I have wanted to shout at multiple major Beatles authors.
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Hello! Could I request Albert for the ship thing?
I’m an INTJ and proud, type 5w4 ✌🏻 my hobbies are dancing, playing piano, playing guitar, reading, writing and theatre.
My pet-peeves are when people talking to me while I have headphones in or while I’m reading, loud annoying chewers, and when people touch me while I’m in the kitchen. I hate when people excessively talk, like to the point where you don’t ever have to say anything and they’ll carry a conversation by themselves for hours. I hate relying on people for anything.
Thanks!
Hey there, anon! You absolutely can! Thanks so much for requesting. Albert's a fun guy to talk about.
Ah, who am I kidding? They're all fun to talk about.
Anyways, let's jump into it.
So, INTJ and 5w4.
Now, I had to do a little bit of research on the INTJ type because I just wanted to make sure that I understood the gist of it so please forgive if this is a bit off but I did look into it some.
You and Albert would be great at getting stuff done but in a good way. You tend to like thinking things through and having a plan whereas Albert likes to jump in and deal with a situation as it comes. You each think a little bit differently but only in how you really plan. Albert tends to react where you tend to anticipate a little bit more. Which...when it comes to playing tricks on the boys, you two are a deadly (not literally) combination. You notice things about each boy and scheme with Albert. The two of you come with a plan which Albert usually executes because you probably won't want to be immediately involved with it (or maybe you do) and he handles all of the reactionary pieces of it well.
Which sometimes work perfectly and make you smile that your plans actually worked or laugh when they maybe go a bit differently but it's still just as entertaining. (Albert's really good at improvising so I have a feeling he would still try to make the plan happen in any way that he can even if everything goes south.)
The only reason I include the above is because Albert is quite the prankster.
You both (according to Nutcracker and I anyways) are both 5w4s which is good. You both tend to deadpan the facts when one of the other boys is whining about something and it's absolutely hilarious. If one of you is doing it, it usually makes the other one laugh because you understand exactly what's going on. You both have a bit of a dramatic and emotional side which is actually really comforting for the two of you. You find it easy to share things with Albert and he finds it easy to share things with you.
Albert can be such a drama queen sometimes and it makes you laugh because his reactions to certain situations and things are absolutely priceless.
Now, as for your hobbies and such, Albert probably wouldn't want to dance with you unless all of the other boys are doing it (I think Nutcracker and I decided that he was an ISTP which means that he lowkey thinks he's "too cool for stuff like school and dancing").
You on the other hand, wouldn't mind dancing at all but you agree that you probably would want to do it alone.
It would take some convincing to get Albert to do it. But when he does do it, he really enjoys it. He's really good at slow dancing and absolutely loves just holding you close to him. He absolutely melts when the two of you do the slow dancing.
Albert likes listening to you play piano and guitar and is super encouraging of you when you practice or play. Sometimes, he'll sing along to the songs that you play if no one else is around. Albert probably doesn't have the patience to learn but he appreciates your talent and supports you. :)
Likewise, you really like to watch him work on his gymnastics stuff and you two like to practice your different dance moves together. He actually really enjoys doing that with you and it didn't take any convincing to get him to do it with you.
Your enjoyment of reading and writing sometimes requires you to have a fair amount of alone time (not that you mind). Which Albert understands...until he wants attention.
Then he'll just sit next to you and poke you until you pay attention to him. It's literally just a single poke and eventually he annoys you enough with it that you just HAVE to pay attention to him.
And of course, he'll peck you on the forehead, nose or lips as a reward and then he'll find something for himself to do while you keep reading or writing. He just wanted you to be aware of his presence and didn't want to ACTUALLY annoy you.
Theater is another thing I could see you both getting behind. Again, he may not embrace it right away (he's a stubborn boy) but he'll eventually see how much you enjoy it and want to try it for himself. He won't necessarily go for an actual role but he loves to be your dance partner on the stage (because you're doing it and there's so many other people on the stage dancing most of the time that it doesn't matter. He also loves you waaaayyyyy more than his reputation with the boys so he'd do it for you in a heartbeat). He loves just watching you be on the stage, enjoying the fun of a play or a musical.
Now, you both like to go see shows too. That's always a good date idea for you. Albert also tries to be really smooth during the show. You'll just be watching the show and suddenly, you'll feel him intertwine his fingers with yours or slide his arm over your shoulders. You shoot him a smile to acknowledge his "smooth moves" (that's what he would probably call them) before going back to watching the show.
Both you and Albert aren't super touchy people. You like your space and he likes his. When you're together though, some of that melts away. You like it when he holds your hand or slings an arm over your shoulder. You like to give each other quick little pecks on the nose, cheek, forehead, or lips. Nothing too fancy or PDAesque, just sweet affection in small amounts and it's mostly done when they're aren't too many other people around.
Albert is not always the most observant dude but as long as he's not super moody, he'll usually be respectful of not talking to you while wearing headphones. Sometimes he tries to talk to you while you're wearing headphones when he wants attention but most of the time, he's pretty good about it. He'll come sit next to you and just do something on his own to give you the alone time that you need. Which you find really sweet so you do eventually pay him some attention since he's being so considerate.
Same with when you're reading. He'll just come sit next to you most of the time. He doesn't want to bother you if you're not causing trouble.
Now, I feel like Albert would also get really annoyed by people who chew super loudly and obnoxiously. So if he can tell that you're getting annoyed (and heck, sometimes if he's annoyed with it), he'll tell whoever it is (usually Race. Let's be honest here) to chew a little quieter. And usually, it launches in to some big argument that you just stand by and watch. Subtly picking apart the flaws in the person opposing Albert's logic piece by piece and coming up with ways that the person could just learn to chew more quietly.
Albert also isn't super touchy so he probably would give you plenty of space in the kitchen to just do whatever it is that you need to. You both like your space and you both really like to respect each other's space. He'll make sure no one else is super touchy with you in the kitchen (a. You're his girlfriend and b. He knows you hate it when people touch you while you're in the kitchen.)
Neither of you are huge talkers. When one of you wants attention from the other, you both interact and spend time together. Sometimes though, you two really function better just being together but each doing your own thing. So, he doesn't talk your ear off all the time about anything and everything which is nice for you (and for him).
Now, some of the other boys might are indeed that talkative. You try to avoid those boys (you like to rely on yourself to get things done so you don't really want Albert to think he has to come help you every time you talk with one of them). But these boys will just talk and talk and talk. Eventually, you politely say that you have something to do/somewhere to be. And if Albert's nearby and once he thinks you're out of ear shot, he'll literally just tell the other boy...
"Bro, you talk too much."
And the boys who do that try to be a bit less talkative with you in discussion the next time.
Now, Albert recognizes your need for autonomy. He's a type 5 so he also gets wanting to have some space to yourself and the want to do things without needing anyone else's help. He lets you mostly handle things on your own...unless one of the boys starts being a complete jerk to you, then he can't help himself. He has to be the protective boyfriend. For the most part though, if you're annoyed with one of the other boys, he lets you take care of it yourself. If you look like you're struggling with something, sometimes he'll just jump in and help (he is an ISTP after all..) and do it for you. Which annoys you so he gives you space the next time and lets you do it yourself. He likes that you like to figure things out and do them for yourself. He finds that to be an admirable trait.
Occasionally, you two help each other but only if the other individual requests that they need it.
Overall, you two are a good balance for each other and it works well. You have enough in common that you understand each other but you have some differences that push each of you to grow more and more.
Hope you enjoyed this and I hope I did okay with everything!! Thank you again so much for requesting. I really enjoy doing these and really hope more people will request!!
#newsies ship requests#newsies ships#newsies live#livesies#newsies broadway#albert dasilva#albert dasilva x you#albert dasilva ship#newsies#ship requests#send me ships#drop some ships in my ask box
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20 and 23 for movie asks 🎥
20. Movie where the vibes are immaculate
Oh god there are a lot that come to mind. The one I go back to the most that I can think of is Orlando based on the Virginia Woolf book, which is a movie where not only are the vibes immaculate but very enjoyable! The whole movie feels like a classical painting come to life with a perfectly atmospheric soundtrack and is a joy to watch!
Conversely the other movie which comes to mind is Tommy, which I rewatched for the first time in 20 years (I was a child 20 years ago, I have no idea why I saw this as a child). Yes, the vibes are immaculate and it's great to look at and listen to, though not exactly a good-feeling movie lol.
I really couldn't pick one, those are my final choices after much deliberation.
23. Movie that is a box office flop
I want to talk about a good movie I love, however I need talk about The Nutcracker in 3D. I am in no way saying this is a redeemable movie, but it's certainly entertaining in the so-bad-it's-good way. It wholly deserves its 0% on Rotten Tomatoes; it's characters are convoluted (e.g. Uncle Albert "not necessarily" Einstein, nazi-allegory rat kingdom), it's literally a movie-musical adaptation of The Nutcracker Suite with lyrics put to the Tchaikovsky compositions, it's nails on a chalkboard. However it's perplexing how there's high-art reference scattered all throughout that would surely go over most viewers' heads, John Turturro as the Rat King looks like an anime character, his mom/wife/it's-complicated is a Fashion Icon™, and I've watched it more times than I want to admit to (twice) because there's too much to take in and unpack and I need other people to see this movie if they can tolerate more than 5 minutes.
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“Year for Stealing Radio Artist’s Violin,” Toronto Star. December 20, 1932. Page 2.
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John J. Kelly Also Pleads Guilty to Stealing Musician’s Car
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Once again will the enchanting music of Murray Griss and his violin be heard on radio and stage, because the appearance of John J. Kelly on a charge of stealing the instrument heralded its return to its master.
When the Griss automobile disappeared from the curb with the beloved violin resting on the rear seat, the musician raised a hue and cry throughout the city. The bereavement was publicized in The Star’s ‘Are You Listening?’ clumn and there was not a musician in the city who did not mourn with Violinist Griss.
Kelly pleaded guilty to theft of both car and violin.
Detectives Shields and Hinchelwood are the officers who recovered the artist’s property. Kelly was sentenced by Magistrate Jones to one year on each charge, to run concurrently.
‘The car had not been run far,’ Defence Counsel W. B. Horkins suggested.
‘Two thousand miles,’ retorted the crown. 'Not much these days,’ Mr. Horkins smiled.
‘Every candy company is doing the same thing,’ declared Col. R. H. Greer, defending William Robertson, Norris Heller and James McDonald, on charged of conducting lotteries.
Lottery on CandlesThe ‘lottery’ was a matter of 200 candles in a box, a certain number of them with dark centres and the rest white. If a purchaser of the one-cent confection was fortunate enough to draw a ‘dark,’ he was rewards with a five-cent candy. Accused were manufacturer, agent and shop-keepers.
‘I’ll make it withdrawn,’ his worship declared.
The epic refusal of Detectives Coulson and Wilson, of a $50 bribe popped up again with the appearance of Alex Boychuk on a charge of attempting to pervert the course of justice. He pleaded guilty.
Put $50 in Pocket‘The officers were investigating some alcohol in the house,’ Crown Attorney W. O. Gibson recalled. ‘When they are were leaving accused put his hand in Coulson’s pocket and when the officer looked inside he found $50 had been placed there. They arrested Boychuck.’ The pleading of Thomas O’Connor, for the defence, brought a three-month sentence on a charge which has a maximum of two years.
Stole Women’s ClothesRugged, masculine men were James Kitchen and Ross Crawford – and not a little abshed were they to plead guilty to theft of ladies’ dresses, underwear and sweaters. Det.-Sergt. Mumberson, however, cleared things up by testifying that accused were present and past employees of the factory where the things were made. Both are married, too.
‘I will have to be more severe, because you are on probation,’ explained Magistrate Jones. ‘Six months.’
Having made restitution of the sum of money involved in several fraud charges, Rupert Rive was put on a year of probation when he appeared for sentence.
A Friendly Argument
‘It was a case of a friendly argument,’ explained Defence Counsel T. B. Horkins, defending Oscar Grossman on a wounding charge. ‘They were drinking together. Everything is all right.’
Failure of complainant to appear lent strength to the protestations of friendship. Case was withdrawn.
Charged with shopbreaking in connection with his entry into waterworks property, Norman West pleaded guilty to trespassing and was assessed $10 with a 10-day alternative.
Three thefts of overcoats from unemployed men were charged against Joseph Johnston, Maxwell Armstrong and Albert Wybrow. The trio had attended an entertainment for workless men and picked up the coats, it was charged.
Wybrow is a Barnardo boy and intercession by the home led Magistrate Jones to be lenient. ‘I hope you will be properly grateful, my boy,’ said his worship as he suspended sentence. The other two were sentenced to three months each, dating back to Dec. 11, when they were arrested.
Court was adjourned to the afternoon.
Frowns on Church-loiteringVigorous and sincere was the assurance of Camille Plourde, facing a charge of attempting to take his own life, that he was through with that sort of thing.
‘You won’t try it again?’ asked Magistrate Tinker in early police court. ‘I certainly will not,’ he rejoined. Plourde was remanded for sentence.
Yesterday Mike Sanderlowich was sent back to the nether regions to sober up. To-day Mike popped his head over the railing and grinned assent when his worship inquired after his state of sobriety (Mike’s), the grin broadened as Mike departed, on remand.
Justice chose to grant Daniel Roach Thomas Ryan, on vagrancy charges, the opportunity of a Merry Christmas. They both rated $10 or five days.
‘I was just in there,’ were the simple words of Christopher Farrell, charged with loitering in a church wash-room in a manner to suggest vagrancy. P.C. Vance, 62, testified accused had been drinking and his worship set the assessment for being ‘just in there’ at $10 or 30 days.
In University CorridorLikewise, the bench estimated it was worth $10 or 30 days to Augustine Cullen for failing to give a good account of himself when stopped in the corridor at the University of Toronto where the students hang their coats.
Only two days in the city, George Hartwich was a first offender in Inebriation Alley and drew the customary interview with Captain Bunton. William Bonner and Henry Flood were invited to pay $10 or spend 30 days in meditation because they pleaded guilty to being drunk.
#toronto#police court#theft#stolen violin#attempted bribery#bribing a policeman#loitering#vagrancy#stolen coats#stealing from the poor#shopbreaking#attempted suicide#drunk and disorderly#trespassing#illegal lottery#sentenced to prison#toronto jail#ontario reformatory#fines or jal#great depression in canada#crime and punishment in canada#history of crime and punishment in canada
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My boyfriend does not like to talk very much, but I'm happy he sent me a photo of him smiling. We haven't met yet, but I hope we have a successful relationship. He is already so kind. Sadly, I cannot focus most of the time and am forced to ramble about American drama for rich people's and my enemies' entertainment.
No, they'll always trample on my mind. I'll never be liberated. Happy to find out what it's like to be a human experiment because I love the Jewish race and hate the evil idiots who stone women for sexual immorality.
I miss you so much, Hannah. Her prayer says I'll have seven children which I hope comes true, but the Bible says, "Ask and ye shall receive," but that isn't true.
You better do it. Just do it. And I mean everything so evil who already reigns can find you and the few good people can be sad to lose another one to whatever
But like I said, Mister, like I said, Sir, I will always be waiting for you. Perhaps in death we can be together. But I made you up so that doesn't matter and God is a cruel punisher when he disciplines me but at least I found a dominant because that's what I wanted but it's a year of miracles and some are painful while beautiful at the same time but u don't need to find that out when you're sweet and perfect but few are
... this is what I'm allowed to do to higher powers of miracles, both extremely painful and sweet
... I'm happy I see you both write from time to time.
... Merry Christmas from Samta Clause. If you don't have Christmas cheer all year, people will cry because Christmas is about the gift that keeps on giving and I try but here's some words that won't go to waste hope u git my msgs geniuses and friends bc I forgot I owe u some cents and sense and sins and syns which are synonyms
I repent for being sexually immoral by looking at GIFs and reading erotica from time to time. I haven't dated in years, but now I have a boyfriend. I don't intend to marry due to what they say is my mental health, so those things comfort me(GIFs and erotica). They remind me of a husband I will probably never have, at least not happily and at least not me because others share my body psychologically. Also, I stole some things from a rich store to give to a poor store, but it didn't work out. She is a Christian, and I was being a Christian. Apparently, here are my sins. Sometimes I'm forced to lie, but I don't lie. Don't steal from people; steal from the rich because Robin Hood is a good movie. Don't listen to me because theft is a sin. Don't listen to them because why is it right for rich ppl to be rich when they inherited it and didn't work for it but some did
America is somehow the world's superpower while being under a God that allows a lot of violence and sexual immorality. Of course I'm confused, and it's impossible not to want. You can be forced to not want which is good.
Don't lie.
Don't steal.
Don't murder.
Don't have sex with other people when you're married.
Don't want.
Don't have any other god other than God.
Don't make idols, and don't worship them.
Greed
Envy
Lust
Wrath
Gluttony
Laziness
I'm never allowed to remember the rest bc I'm not allowed to get 100% anymore because evil reigns
Toodles I don't care enough to tell you the rest of the 10 commandments when not wanting is impossible and also the seven deadly sins when they say sixth commandment Satan propaganda again but whatever man I told you I don't have free will and whatever Man and Taylor Swift and Billie Eilish bc wtf kind of world is this wtf kind of simulation is this matrix idk u ask James Alberts bc he said it's a matrix and at least to ppl u pretend schizophrenia to by gaslighting them etc but whatever
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27/7/23 - late
growing up is hard. it’s 4am right now. well, 3:56am if you wanna be technical about it. i remember the first time i stayed up until 4am i was 8 or 9 years old and i stayed up cuz i was was watching american dad with my sister… then she went to bed and i went playing on my computer. i was listening to spanish flea by herp albert on loop for like three fuckin hours, i remember cuz i drew my oc cakies playing the trumpet. it was actually a pretty good drawing for what i could do at the time, with my fucking mouse and mspaint and all — but that’s besides the point. after all that i went on minecraft and joined random servers and started arguing with people just to be annoying. man, it was so entertaining! it got to 4am at that point and i remmeber thinking “wow, this’ll probably be the latest i’ll EVER stay up!” then my dad came home from wherever the fuck he was and i went to sleep.
but about that… isn’t it something how when you were a kid; staying up was this monumental unheard of action? i always felt so wild staying up to even midnight. now it’s like whatever. just another night.
i’m not even tired yet. i’m TIRED, of course, but i’m not sleepy. i have this fucking headache too. and i can’t stop sneezing, so even if i could sleep, i’d be too busy sneezing to do anything about it. i think i’m getting sick. i don’t know where from since i haven’t really gone anywhere since i quit my job. man, i really fucked myself over by taking a nap earlier! at like 3 or 4pm i was depressed as all hell so i thought i’d sleep it off. it worked, i felt better when i woke up, but i woke up at like 8pm and royally fucked my sleeping schedule… oh well, i’ll just drink a shit ton of coffee tomorrow. or, later, i guess… i don’t really consider past midnight to be “tomorrow” until the sun rises. i don’t really drink coffee anymore… i used to be all about it but the last time i drank it was a deeply terrible latte from like, 3 weeks ago…
i got that deeply terrible latte because i went to starbucks to have a table to write at, and the employees were all having a lovely conversation with eachother and i suddenly felt sorry as hell for coming up to them because then that meant they’d have to stop talking just to give me my stupid drink. i wanted to jump out the fucking window at that point but i’d already walked up to the counter, and i wanted a caramel macchiato but i couldn’t remember if that was simple or hard to make — and i didn’t want to be any more of a bother than i already felt i was, so i decided to order the most basic simplest drink i could think of so they could go back to their conversation sooner, and ordered just an iced latte, please.
maybe i shouldn’t have gone to starbucks anyway because the latte sucked, it was like four fucking bucks for this muddy puddle water with a few ice cubes in it, the table i was writing at sucked & was sticky, these girls behind me kept laughing in my direction and i couldn’t tell if they were laughing AT me or just laughing & happened to look near me, i felt like an idiot, i didn’t even have anything to write about, the fire alarm kept going off cuz they were testing it, honestly why am i even talking about this? who cares? what is wrong with me? why do i feel like the scum of the earth for daring to buy a drink from people who make drinks for a living? maybe there is something wrong with me… or maybe it’s just starbucks. i don’t really like starbucks that much. 90% of my starbucks visits where id buy something have been thoroughly unpleasant. there was an incident with a certain vegan breakfast sandwich. there was a muffin i bought to share with my friend who then decided she didn’t want any and i had to sadly eat this muffin by myself while she just watched. there was a hot chocolate i burned my tongue on. but i will admit, their caramel macchiatos are good.
the birds are singing outside. it’s like 4:30 now. 4:29 if you wanna get technical about it. how have i spent half an hour writing already?
i kinda wanna stay up and go watch the sunrise. but at the same time… sleeping sounds good. goodnight friends
-yellow
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332 of 2023
♰ I'm a fly that’s trapped in a web but I'm thinking that my spider's dead ♰
Created by chasingghosts
Do you ever get groceries delivered to your house?
No, I’ve never used that option. I’m not even sure if they do it here.
What was the last job interview you went to where you didn't get the job? Do you think the interview went well or not?
I don’t even remember lol. Must have been over 15 years ago. I’ve been employed even during studying in the university, and I’ve been working in my current company for 9+ years.
Are you the kind of person who can wake up with one alarm or do you need several?
I wake up even before.
What's your favourite pasta shape?
Penne. It’s always good.
What position is your body in right now? Sitting, laying, standing?
Just sat down on the couch after doing things in the kitchen.
Do you have any plans for the upcoming weekend?
Yeah, doing groceries and then going on vacation.
What's one of the saddest movies you've ever seen?
I’m not interested in movies.
Has a movie ever made you cry?
No, I don’t
If you have a pet, where are they right now?
Both are taking a nap on their cat tree. For once they’re not arguing :P
What's the last dessert you ate?
Does a milkshake count?
Do you experience deja vu often?
NNot that often, but happens sometimes.
Are there any rooms in your house that you don't go into every day?
Yeah, the room thaat belongs to my husband’s son.
Did you own many videos or DVDs when you were a kid?
Not that many. I’ve grown up in times of VHS tapes, though. It was beautiful.
What was the last physical pain you experienced?
Migraine.
Have you ever fed an animal at the zoo? Which ones?
I don’t remember, I was in the zoo only once in my life and I was 2 years old then.
Do you use Fahrenheit or Celsius? Do you know both or just one?
The whole Europe uses Celsius, and so does my country, by logic. I can’t even convert to F, it’s too abstract to me, just like imperial units.
Can you do a handstand? When was the last time you tried?
My left hand is affected with monoparesis. I wouldn’t manage to do it even if I wanted, I’d rather fall and injure myself.
Do people misunderstand you?
Less than before, but in general, yes.
What year will you/did you turn 30?
In 2020.
Have you ever worked or lived in a high rise building?
No, never.
Who are some of your favourite actors?
I don’t really care.
Do you hate it when musical artists make music for way too long and kinda ruin the legacy they'd originally built for themselves?
No, what’s there to hate? And what’s there to ruin in the first place?
Is there anything that's been bothering you emotionally lately?
Yeah, one certain guy. I know him, yet I don’t. I see him at the train station sometimes, but I don’t even know his name. He’s so intriguing and I’m strangely drawn to him.
What was the last store you shopped at?
Albert Heijn.
What time did you wake up today? Was that earlier or later than usual?
It was more or less around the normal time for me, 7:00.
Have you ever been to a parade? What for?
No, I haven’t.
When you exercise, do you do anything to entertain yourself like listen to music or watch TV?
Watch TV, usually.
Do you ever read other people's survey answers?
Yeah, because people are interesting.
What app on your phone do you use the most?
Spotify. And camera, of course :P
Does your current city differ from your hometown in terms of weather?
Not much. My hometown is usually a bit more windy because it’s placed by the coast.
Have you ever been engaged?
Yeah, once.
What can you hear right now?
A soap opera in TV.
Do you know anyone who is terminally ill?
I knew someone who died of cancer, if that counts.
What was your first best friend's name and where did you meet them? Are you still in touch with them?
A girl named Martina and no, she moved out in 1996 and I’ve never heard from her anymore. We met in kindergarten.
What's your favourite fruit?
Strawberry and cherry.
Do you have nice views from your house?
Pff no. The other side of the street and an ugly backyard lol.
What was the last album you listened to?
I never listen to the whole albums.
How often do you get paid?
Twice a month when at work, once a month while on a sick leave.
Do you own any cool or interesting mugs?
Yep. I have one with djent music genre, one with the logo of my company, and one with a skull.
If you had to start a university course next week, what do you think you'd like to study?
I’d continue with my 2nd degree, the standard Dutch language.
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