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unkat · 2 months

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chilaios medical au idea i have been bouncing in my head (will not be written until after my current one is done)

i am thinking of a like firefighter/paramedic story for these guys. where laios is a new shift commander/chief at a small middle of nowhere station and chilchuck is a medic from a big city who keeps getting reassigned because he is trying to recruit for a union and the company is trying to make his job unworkable/find a reason to let him go.

laios was promoted because of his work ethic and ability to teach other people about the ins and outs of emergency medicine, not because he wanted to be in charge. he is too new and disinterested in the company politics to throw him under the bus for other people, and by the time someone explicitly says he needs to fire him, he has gotten attached.

"he's reliable, does good work, and catches things nobody else here would have. i know he cussed out the family trying to get into the rig, but he had already told them no and they should be grateful he saved their daughter instead of filing a complaint! even if i were to discipline, he deserves a verbal warning and not dismissal. You were not there, and i am his direct superior."

(wins the argument and walks away trying not to hyperventilate)

also falin is a surgeon and marcille is a research fellow who abandoned her big-city super-focused projects to come out into the country and work with subpar equipment and an incompetent assistant. im not thinking like full rural hospital here, but closeish to it. could be an academic satellite hospital and she switched from like gene therapy trials to studying exposures/population/histology stuff.

shifting the touden hyperfixation from monsters->medical fascination i think would still get across the same vibes. falin is very nice and pleasant but she treats everyone nicely and pleasantly without actually empathizing with them. shes one of those surgeons who went to shadow a heart transplant in college and cried because it was so beautiful and then got a bunch of scholarships plus student loans for med school.

laios hunts and has a big appreciation for the lives of things he kills and butchering/using everything he can. then it translates to him being fascinated by the human body as an object more than as a being that is different and special from other animals that he is a part of. he is a fantastic emergency responder because of this- people are a pile of flesh that is broken somewhere, and he wants to figure out why. (this is something that I'm like. not sure if it is okay for me to include because it can be squicky/triggering. but i feel like when I'm unsure if I'm going too far that is when i am reaching the line i want to?)

the touden siblings still go hiking and mudding and spend their time off in the woods (marcille wears white shorts and sandels on a hike leaving laios to be very explicit and offering clothes to chilchuck when he offers him to join. chilchuck borrows his shirt and it is way too big, but he keeps it for a while.)

chilchuck is extra divorced. he facetimes with the girls a couple of times a week and gets them on rotating holidays. sometimes ex-mrs. tims invites him over for dinner because she feels sorry for him and her new boyfriend is also there. it's awkward but they both know he's harmless, just annoying and closed off. he smokes but has tried to quit 7-8 times. started when he was an emt and couldn't shake it because it helped him destress. he only knows how to drive well enough to pass his vehicle license renewals and still doesn't know what the buttons in his car do. the ac has been "broken" for a week before a station mechanic pushes the button to turn it back on (they should put a subway around here, stupid cars).

laios respects his experience and history of being at a constantly busy station that saw a variety of crazy shit. chilchuck initially resents him for being so out of touch, but grows to respect his leadership abilities. laios also always follows up on cases at the hospital to figure out the outcome and reflect on best practices.

he is the first person to get chilchuck to actually debrief after a shitty call and chil cries and never wants to talk about it again. but its like a seal in a dam has been breached, and opens up when they are cuddling on the couch. they spend more time off shift with each other. chilchuck crashes on laios' couch and initially feels like he needs excuses to do it until laios says he really likes talking with him and having him there. he tells him about the company's EAP coverage and that he encourages everyone to take advantage of it.

in the end, they hit that threshold of basically living together, and one of them would need to change their station (superior/employee romance) after they go from making out off shift in secret to seriously considering having laios meet his daughters in person. (they already think they're married because laios is always there when they call now)

#unkat rants #i cant stand them #chilaios #dungeon meshi filter #...i updated the tag for folks who saw this directly already #sorry for the confusion

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lyrenminth · 1 year

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When we were together

Summary: You and Joe split and meet years after, he realized he fucked up and is mad/sad to see how happy you are without him and starting to regret he left you walk away.

Warning: I mean Joe is a selfish prick is we look it objetively haha Grammar mistakes.

"I can't do this anymore, I'm sorry" you said, your fists tight, your stomach clenched in a tight knot. Many sleepless nights brought you here. You didn't know if you would regret one day, but today it was a decision taken consciously. "Are you serious?" Joe's inexpressive face hurt a little bit. He always has this pretty face and pinky lips you dreamed your children would have one day. "I'm breaking up with you, Joe" you stated, not making eye contact. After eight years together it was so uncommon for a WAG to leave this late, but since there was no ring and no signed papers leaving was easier.

“Why?" He raised his voice "Why are you leaving me?" You closed your eyes, trying not to cry. "Because it is better that way. We don't spend many time together anyway, you are busy and I'm busy. That's it"

"That's it? It's what you have to say?" he frowned "And we spend time together"

"No, we don't and I don't want to discuss it" you contradict him. You had discussions about this topic all the time.

"Well, I want to. You can't leave me, we have been together eight years"

"And that's enough for me" you said harshly, Joe expression was a hurt one, like you just slapped him. "Sorry, I didn't mean to be rude" you sighed, tired and wanting to be as far away from him as possible. You told you closest friends and your family in advance about your decision. You friends weren't so convinced since you had stability with Joe, but your parents were more understanding about the matter. You didn't know why love vanished from you. Maybe it was the routine or how lonely you felt during the season, but one day you woke up and saw Joe as a roommate rather than a boyfriend. And his house started to feel foreign, and his presence wasn't wonderful anymore. And you thought the feeling would be temporary because everyone loved Joe, and you should too. He gave you many things other men could never, but it wasn't enough. You tried to loved him again, going to dates, dressing cute but in general the experience felt so bad. And the blame drown you. How could you think even for a moment to leave a man like him? Handsome, athletic, rich, popular and down-to-earth. "If you leave him, you are going to regret it deeply" a friend told you "You are not gonna find someone like him elsewhere" Maybe you don't, maybe you would regret it for life. But crying every night wasn't your long term option. You couldn’t live like this forever. You weren't attracted to him anymore, a sour and true feeling. And if you brain were smarter, you would have stayed and enjoy the expensive lifestyle, but since your heart was slowly dying you decide to leave."If it is what you truly want, then what can I do?" He said sadly. He wasn’t even fighting for this "But let not make a mess about it, it wouldn’t be good for my image"

You don't. People didn't realize Joe was single after a couple of months later during a interview when he denied to have girlfriend.

***

You built a new life far away from anything football related. You stayed in contact with some of the girls, but always went out during the off-season and never talked about Joe or football in your presence. Sometimes you felt like an outcast but they truly enjoyed your company. You noticed Joe's popularity rise and you watched his commercials in public spaces. When you moved for a job opportunity in another country you got the news that he won his first Super Bowl ring and you were happy for him. You reminded him fondly. You bet he hated all the attention he was receiving, but it was the way it was. After his win, you didn't hear about him at all, until you went back to America, now as a married woman. You saw each other at a wedding from a friend in common. You genuinely thought Matt would never get married, so when you received the invitation you had to see it first hand. You saw Joe in the ceremony, he was dating a beautiful woman that you knew later was a model. You made eye contact across the crowd, it was just a second but you could tell he was surprised. Then his eyes focused on the person next to you, your husband. You felt a little guilty not knowing why. You made a life after him, not avoidable.

You enjoyed the wedding, chatting with old friends and catching up, meeting their partners and babies. A few of them didn't know you were married and you introduce them to your husband. When the party started, you dance together. Your hubby was a good dancer, and both enjoyed the party between laughs and alcohol.

***

Joe hated it. He felt fucking sick.

You were gorgeous as you always were, your blue dress flying around, your naked back he touched many times before. Your childish smile...How could you do so well without him? He was hurt, his ego was hurt. His pride didn't let him to approach you, but when he saw you leave to the gardens, his feet started moving. He wanted to see you again, touch you. See how much you have changed. Why do you married someone else and not him. Why do you moved on when he still had a little silly hope that got crushed when he saw that ring in your finger. Why he wasn't enough? Why, why, why. He loved you so much, and he failed in many ways. You were a simple woman, you never cared about money or luxury things, but the things you care for he couldn't give it to you. Against his pride, he had to admitted to himself that letting you go and letting your relationship sour and die was the only regret of his life. So when he saw you in that bench, staring at the night sky he felt sad. Hurting from memories. You always saw him as Joe Burrow, the guy from Athens, fan of Starts Wars and geeky stuff, the perfectionist and grumpy man. The insecure boy about his teeth and appearance. The anxious man who people has never seen on screen. You knew those sides of him. He loved you since college and those feelings punched him in the gut watching you there.

He walked towards you in silence, when you looked up to him, you got startled. "Joe" your voice sounded strained, surprised. You looked older, your hair had its natural color. When he entered to the NFL you decided to dye it blonde, but always loved your brown hair.

"Hello" he said, a little nervous.

"What are you doing here?" you stand up, looking around. You were alone.

"I want to talk to you"

"Oh, about...what" you asked, flat.

"I wanted to see how are you doing" he shrugged, his hands in his pockets. "Oh, I'm doing well" you said, looking at his blue eyes. The black suit made wonders on him. "I'm married know, I live in London, have you been? It's a nice city" you babble. He felt a sharp pain across his chest. "No, no, you know..." he started.

"You don't like long flights" you finished for him. A short silence between you. The tension rising.

"Can I sit? " He got closer and took a seat, you sat down a few inches apart rigid. "You are dating someone I suppose?" Joe nodded without hesitation. "Nothing serious she wanted help with her model career, I'm helping her until she gets a contract" he shrugged.

"Oh, that's...well, good for her" he smiled a little bit, he was still staring, studying your face. He noticed a few white hairs too, but your eyes were kind as always. Your lips were red and plump as he remembers.

"I can't believe Matt got married" you said, looking the flowers in front of you. "Yeah, I have been wishing many things tonight" he replied as a joke.

"Like what?" He shrugged with nothing to say apparently. The true was he didn’t want to say it out loud.

"Winning another Super Bowl?" You added. "Did you watch the game?" he asked, hopeful. It was a great moment in his career.

"No, I couldn't" you answer disappointed him. You were beating him without knowing. Damn you were completely over him. And why you shouldn't? You were resilient, strong on your own. What a selfish piece of crap he was. When you broke up with him, he thought you were going to comeback to him after a couple of months, when that didn't happen he thought you needed time, and when that time become years he realized he fucked up. Of course, you were dating Joe Burrow the guy from Athens, not Joe Burrow the Superstar Quarterback. Because yes, you break up with him because he didn't pay attention to the relationship. Because he thought you were staying no matter what. He took you from granted and he lost you.

"Are you ok? You look tired" He hear you voice and went back to his senses. "Yeah, it has been a long day"

"Well, I'm happy you are doing well, Joe" he looked you, your answer was genuine he could tell. You were smiling at him. “I hope you continue your career as healthy as you could be. I wish you the best, truly”

He stared at you long and hard. He felt a sting in his eyes and looked down. How could you be so kind after so many years? and why it seemed like another goodbye from you?

"Yeah, thank you" he coughed “I wish you well too. Can I asked you something?”

“Yes, go ahead”

“Are you happy with him?” he asked.

You blushed. "Yes, I am" He sighed feeling suddenly more older and tired than ever. "Glad to hear, you deserved it”

“You are going to find someone too, Joe” if you were trying to comfort him, it didn’t work. It was pretty much the opposite.

“I need to come back. Take care" He stood up. He walked a couple of steps when he turned around and said:

"Just for the record, I also wish I had done things differently when we were together"

#joe burrow #joe burrow x reader #joe burrow fan fic #joe burrow fic #nfl

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jamiesfootball · 7 months

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Please tell me more about gender flipped Jamie because that seems like So Many Thoughts that I would love to hear

I have so many thoughts and yet they are so ephemeral and unspecific and this has been languishing in my askbox and this isn't technically what you asked for but here's what I wrote instead:

Chelsea sent Roy into retirement the way you sent an aging dog to be euthanized. Slowly and gradually, an inescapable march towards a day you knew was coming. Roy's agent gently broke the news to him that they wouldn't be renewing his contract, but there was no gently breaking Roy.

The retirement itself was an underwhelming affair; he stayed numb throughout the presser, answered questions, and left the spotlight. No bang--not even a whimper.

That was months ago. Now Roy Kent, former Chelsea star, was daydrinking at a bar in Richmond at half-three in the afternoon, wondering if he could convince the matron of the house to change the fucking channel.

"Rough season our girls have had," the proprietor, Mae, explained in a tone befitting a bartender cleaning a pint. In reality, she'd joined Roy at the bar with her own glass of chardonnay. "Lot of shake ups. New owner, new gaffer. Still, it could be worse. This new coach of theirs might be from the States, but we're sitting higher up on the table than we have in years. Does your lot keep up with the Super League, then?"

It was one in a series of loaded questions. Roy couldn't imagine you could be a bartender in London without knowing who Roy Kent was. Sheer wasted optimism, he'd had, moving out of Chelsea and assuming anything short of leaving the country would get him away from the haunting specter of his own fucking jersey.

"Yeah," Roy answered reluctantly. "Yeah, some of us keep up. All the teams in the Premier have sister teams, don't we?" Except for Richmond. The one outlier--the only team in the league without a big brother to speak of.

"Mm. Then you heard about the scandal?"

Roy grunted. Of course he heard. Everyone knew about Rupert Mannion ages ago; it was about bloody time someone did something. Awful for his ex-wife that it'd fallen to her to do it.

Mae topped off his chardonnay before pouring the remainder of the bottle into her own glass. "This new gaffer though, he's one of the good ones. He hangs around here sometimes, and you can tell just by listening to him--he respects those girls."

Since retiring, Roy had gotten used to living in a fog. He spent time with his niece, met with the yoga mums, let old ladies in bars talk his ears off to their heart's content, but anything he did between those events was a drudgery--a slow painful effort to drag one foot in front of the other, metaphorically and physically.

So he couldn't have said what it was about Mae's offhand praise for the Richmond Whippet's new gaffer that rankled him into talking back.

"Is he any good though?"

"What was that?"

"Their new coach," Roy gestured with his wine glass at the television in the corner. "The American. Is he any good?"

Mae shrugged one shoulder. "He's gotten better."

"So not really then."

The look Mae gave him could've scoured paint from a wall. "Well, talent isn't everything. Is it, Mr. Kent?"

She left under the guise of check on the three men in the corner. Regulars, by the looks of it; and the three of them the only ones aside from Mae wearing supporting colors for the local team.

He hadn't watched a match in ages. Oh, he'd caught highlights--it was impossible not too--but the few times he'd tried, unfairness ballooned in his chest like an atom bomb, and he gave up.

He hadn't bothered to watch anything from the women's league either. What difference would it make to try watching a different league. Sure, he didn't know any of them the way he knew the men in the Premier League, but football was football and envy was envy.

From what little he'd seen so far, he didn't envy Richmond at all. Everton had them on the ropes.

Roy winced as Number 14 knocked one off the crossbar. It'd been a good attempt. A solid cross from Number 9 had put it in the path, but with no one else nearby she'd gone for a risky shot.

From what little he'd paid attention to, only 9 and 14 were making any actual progress on the pitch, with 9 working double time to cut up the field. Every time the ball dropped back down the center, Richmond lost possession. Every. Time.

It was Number 6 that was the problem. McNally, that was it. Red-head, center-mid, captain. Roy knew her by reputation. A tough, seasoned player, who'd gotten her fair collection of caps for England. She had the experience; it didn't make any fucking sense why she'd be the weak link.

Roy looked away. He took a gulp of his chardonnay and relished in the unpleasant way it stung his nose. It'd be masochism to keep watching.

He kept watching.

Within five minutes, he'd cracked it.

Number 6 refused to pass to Number 9.

The gameplay split off like a branching tree. Either 6 got possession, crossed to another player, and they lost it to Everton's deep defensive line; or 9 got it herself and took it up the field, at which point the entire Richmond side narrowed down to the actions of 9 and 14.

What the fuck was going on?

In the aerial cameras showed two Everton players marking Number 9. Number 6 crossed to Number 24, and 24 took it to the net only for a defender to block her out easily.

A close up lingered on Number 24. She couldn't have looked more upset with herself. Young thing. Good talent, bad nerves. Fixable with the right support.

Number 6 got into Number 9's face and shouted. So where's her fucking support?

The camera panned in on 6 and 9 as what looked like a shouting match took place between the teammates. There was McNally, red-haired and red-faced and openly swearing even if the mics couldn't pick it up, and then there was Number 9. A cut of a girl, strong featured and iron-jawed, with her forehead set down like she intended to ram McNally like a bull if the captain came any closer.

What a fucking mess.

The camera panned to the gaffer, who stood with his hands in his pockets and a frown under his mustache. He called neither player off.

The match went back into play and almost immediately Number 9 took a foul. A blatant hit, tackled before she could grab possession again. Everton had singled her out just as clearly as Roy had.

Number 6 stood off to the side while 14 and 24 argued with the ref. The captain watched in open annoyance as Number 9 levered herself off the ground with a wince, her left side stained with grass and a limp.

Some fucking captain.

Number 9 took position for a free kick, and her name finally flashed across the screen in a font large enough for Roy to read. Jamie Tartt. Tartt lined up for the kick, for all the good it would do when she was a good forty meters back--

Tartt walloped the ball cleanly into the net.

A frisson of electricity ran down Roy's spine.

The lads at the end of the bar broke into cheers.

Half of the Richmond Whippets descended on Tartt. The other half shuffled around in discontent.

Number 24--Obisanya--nodded at Tartt, who nodded back. They didn't hug.

Extricating herself from (half) of her teammates, Tartt threw an arm around the only person she'd passed to all night--14, Rojas. Heads pressed together, headband to matching headband, they looked furtive and serious in their two-person huddle.

The camera panned back to the gaffer. He clapped but he didn't celebrate.

The whole thing was bizarre.

No, Mae was right; talent wasn't everything. Because Richmond had talent--what a spectacular fucking goal--and they were a fucking mess, like nothing Roy had ever witnessed before in his career.

If Mae was willing to put up with him, he might have to come back for the next match. Who knew, maybe he'd try swinging by on an off-match day to catch their gaffer and give him a piece of his mind.

Finally, something to look forward to. His sister would be so proud.

#genderswap au #i go back and forth on how to swap the coaching staff without losing the impetus of Ted and Rebecca's relationship #particularly the Divorcing Rupert of it all #and I do have a genderswapped Roy in my back pocket #but i also have this version--where I get to explore a bit of How Roy Exists if he had stayed at Chelsea and never met Ted when he did #i also get to give Roy an older version of a team of girls who are unfazed and delighted by the angry sweary beardy man yelling at him #so that delights me too #anyways I have lots of thoughts and this was supposed to be a short writing sprint #it is not short #whoops #ted lasso #roy kent #jamie tartt #writing snippet #if this one seems rougher than the other stuff it is because I am still braindead at finally finishing chapter one of the other thing

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soulreaper · 1 year

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Do you have any thots yours willing to share on time loop theory?

Erm. The thing about me... is that I'm kind of a dummy -w- This entire post will have spoilers so be warned.

This thread by YuuRei20 on twitter explains what is understood so far about the theory. But I also think I'm one of, if not, THE FIRST person to ever think that Jamil is aware of the time loop as well as Leona. In my mind, there are 5 characters that are aware of the loop. That being: Leona (the thread explains that evidence), Malleus (This one is a little harder to explain depending on what you're going with for the explanation of this theory. I will elaborate later), Jamil (super important and what I was talking about earlier), Crowley (the thread also explains this somewhat), and Yuu or the MC/Prefect (this one is also difficult to find the evidence for but I do 100% believe that in some way, outside of our knowledge as players, that Yuu is aware that this has happened before.)

The time loop theory has existed for as long as the game has, so there's a million different ideas of how or why it might be happening. The thread posits that "Everything we know is repeating in a loop in an attempt to either stop something from happening or to make something happen." and that the game's catch copy of “I will show you a true happy ending” implies that there HAVE been bad endings to this story that Someone is trying to prevent. If your explanation for the time loop is as the thread suggests then maaaaaaaybe Malleus might be none the wiser... But If you have read chapter 7's currently released episodes... Your explanation for the time loop could be a teensy bit different.

In chapter 7: Ruler of the Abyss, we go into it knowing that Malleus is going to most-likely be the arc villain, as aside from 1 chapter before, the dorm leader is always the arc villain. One of the first scenes Yuu has with Malleus in this chapter is Yuu excitedly telling Malleus that he's working on a way to return to his own world. Malleus asks him if he would "stay in this world (Twisted Wonderland) if there was a way for him to see his loved ones without having to go home" To which Yuu tells him that he would like to return to his own world. This is the end of that scene.

We also learn that Lilia, Malleus' close friend and caregiver is losing his magic and is going to pass away "soon" which could be anything from a few months to 60+ years given that he's lived 700~ years. He also says that he will be leaving the school and moving to a country implied to be very far away from Briar Valley, where Malleus and Lilia's actual literal son, Silver, live. This information deeply troubles Malleus as well as SIlver.

The combined stress of his dear human friend, Yuu, and his lifelong caregiver, going away from him (as well as his tamagotchi dying) leads Malleus into snapping and putting everyone Lilia had invited to his going away party into a "death-like sleep" (lol) before entirely overblotting and saying that "1000 years will pass in the blink of an eye" (lolololol)

Those events are key in the idea that Malleus is aware of the timeloop because he is responsible for it because he trapped everyone in dreams of idealistic school days. I feel like this theory and the theory discussed in the thread clash a bit but it makes so much sense to me. And more importantly... It heavily backs up my belief that Jamil is aware of the time loop.

In the song performed by the Night Raven College team during the VDC, most, if not all, of the lines sung by other characters are essentially in the vein of "We are so good at singing. We are perfect. You cannot possibly beat us. *does a dance*" But Jamil gets a solo. And in this solo, he says a few interesting things.

It's pretty surface level stuff to understand, but what roots Jamil to knowing about the time loop is that these lines are reminiscent of some events that haven't happened yet. "The thorns that entwine, the clock that starts to turn." I'm disturbed, so naturally this feels like an obvious reference to Malleus (the prince of thorns who covers the whole island in thorns and puts everyone to sleep) and time, clocks, you know.

The "watchful gaze" being referred too could be Malleus' eyes watching his "friends" he put to sleep or (in my own sick twisted mind) could refer to the chapter AFTER the VDC. The Ignihyde chapter is called, get this, The Watchman of The Underworld. If you think its that deep, Jamil is talking about two arc villains that are only villains in the future.

"Silently and faintly torn apart, and becoming foolish" could refer to any of the overblots but I think it hits with Malleus because he doesn't try to resolve his problem in any healthy way. He witnesses Silver crying because he is losing his father, Silver who also did not voice his emotions to the person they concern, and he "becomes foolish". Combining this event with seeing his tamagotchi die and become an egg again, in his fantastical mind, made it clear. He wasn't going to tell Lilia or Yuu that he didn't want them to go away or that they were truly important to him. He was going to make them and all the people he wanted to be friends with stay with him in fantasy-like school days.

In my sick mind, I read the "praying not to be saved" as "I would rather they let me die overblotting than to have to keep living through all of this". Which an hour ago, I was like Woah This is Jamil talking about himself here 😲, but now I understand that it might be in reference to Idia intentionally overblotting in an attempt to end his life. Many hints in chapter 6 support this, such as Idia seemingly forcing his overblot despite using no magic and having no blot accumulation scenes, his attempt to fall into the underworld with Ortho when he's defeated, as well as just KNOWING he's extremely depressed.

Jamil also is... Like... Super aggressive to Kalim during his own overblot and he speaks to him rudely and says that they were never friends, but in any scene you see of the two of them after this point, they seem as friendly as ever. In the Happy Beans Day event, despite being on opposing teams and taking place after Jamil seemingly admitted his hatred of Kalim, he cooks for his team. He heats up and prepares the food he made that morning for Kalim's team. That's not something you would do for a guy you hate, in my opinion.

Time loops are often used in stories to develop a characters values. If the same period of time repeats over and over, you are probably gonna go a little crazy. But... Jamil is not a violent person, he's not the kind of guy who would realize he's in a time loop and start hurting people. Yes, he was upset with the Asim family, but Kalim is still someone he has known his whole life. He has to continue his cycle of being the villain and overblotting because he can't tell Kalim seriously that he knows something foul is happening. Call Jamil two-faced all you want, but I think in the theory that he's aware of the time loop, he has to hold onto something constant like Kalim's friendship, Kalim in general, and that's why he is so soft on him. This is some My Little Pony ass shit I'm typing but I'm for real guysssss. In Jamil's case, he can't really do anything to prevent time from repeating besides get stronger for a threat he's yet to see the end of, so he survives, and clings to any comfort he can get in consistency. (My sick head)

I have more thoughts on the matter but I can't figure out a way to word them that isn't straight up gibberish. I love you. Understand my post now.

#twst spoilers #🐙

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attorneys-against-court-violence · 9 months

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Pardon me while I expell some Dual Destinies thoughts. Not kind ones this time but that's okay. Gotta fill the old complaint box every once in a while! If I wanted to insult something I'd make that crystal-clear, but that's not the intention. Hope that comes across here.

So... Bobby Fulbright. Fool Bright. Robert Maximum Luminosity. Booby Fulltits, if you will.

Here you have the potential development of a detective devoted to justice but learning that his methods could stand to be more humane. His actions are reasonable but have lead to more harm than good to his prosecutor. Justice isn't just about making people fall in-line or mindlessly following what is seen as right and failing to realise that has lead to the potential doom of his newfound friends. We would realise that - under trying times and having the right buttons pushed - a paragon of good can be truly monstrous. The paragon himself will be forced to either change their ways for the better, or go down as the villain he has become. Because he's not a super-hero. He's as human as the rest of us...

...or that goodness could be a facade. A front to hide the fact that the detective never cared if he was "good", traditionally speaking - only that he could justify his actions under hollow rhetorics and super-hero theatrics. That he feels completely in the right because his position allows him to enforce what is right and wrong unto others. He has no emotional attachment to doing "good" by others, so why should he care? Maybe it's not even a facade. Maybe he genuinely believes he's good by his own standards. A living lesson that you shouldn't trust someone purely off the image they wish to project of themselves, and rather by their verifiable action. Faith without doubt is blind, and can lead you to trust those without your best interests in mind...

...or we can have ghosts. You guys like ghosts right? Yeah, everyone loves things that can't be proven! Especially me. Love it!

If you hadn't guessed I've had Phanty on the brain for a while now. And I think the ideas that he presents regarding Bobby Fulbright - who he could have been as a person and how he could change or change the people around him, the false persona of a righteous champion of justice - hit me a lot harder than the spectre himself ever did. Why was I so invested in Bobby being a bastard, but completely deflated when the phantom revealed he was nothing at all? This why. Actively telling the audience that the main villain of your story is as deep as a dry puddle after getting me invested in all those ideas took me all the way out.

I'll concede those ideas are still present. Bobby could have been as good or terrible as the phantom portrayed. But that's besides the point for me. For me, it came off as an excuse for a villain to be and do anything. He's the phantom! He can be whatever the writers want him to be because he literally has no personality! We even actively detached him from the last personality we gave him by saying he isn't even that person! In fact, that person was dead the whole time! They can both be whatever you want! The things Phanty brings to the table - the false persona giving way to a man with no emotional attachments, running away from himself because confronting his true self would mean death from within and without - are interesting ideas, but by then it's too late for me to really sink my teeth into them before he's gone.

The phantom COULD have been a bastard who genuinely thought he was doing the right thing. He COULD have been using a cheesey comic book-level persona as a projection of his thoroughly twisted ideas of what's right. It COULD have been that he slipped into the role so easily because it's not too far from where he started; someone who wanted to do the right thing by his home country, but made to repress who he really is in order to do terrible things, eventually internalising that has the righteous path. "Whatever I say is just, is just!" But I don't get the impression that that's what Dual Destinies - as written - was going for. They wanted a twist villain and did so by any means necessary without considering the implications or potential such a twist could have. Bobby exists because we need a dopey, likeable character to backstab us at the end. The phantom is a non-entity because it gives the writers a blank cheque to do anything and have it make sense without needing to give it any more thought.

There's a bit of advice in theatre that you shouldn't play a character as bored because you'd just be boring to watch. Similarly, I don't think you should write a character to be a hollow husk from the outset. People are just going to see it for what it is; a husk. The phantom's actions can contradict that all they want, the audience has already decided you want him to be seen like that. No take-backs on that decision. This one's on you, chief.

...or maybe I'm too invested in a villain from a series that, with occassional exception, does not have the most deep and fascinating final bosses in terms of writing. The person matters a lot less than the impact they leave, the concepts that they embody. It's just particularly insulting that a potentially interesting character is thrown to the wayside in favour of an easy out.

I can rattle off the first few paragraphs and even the a couple paragraphs earlier all I want but damn if Dual Destinies actually goes anywhere with it. Ya know?

#emotional noise #in robert we trust!#moon's haunted #whoops i accidentally'd a long post about something #anyways these two are off the shelf now feel free to interrogate me on my thoughts #dual destinies spoilers #i forgot the spoiler tag at first please forgive me-

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Just saw your post, hope you survived yesterday. Can’t stop recommending Ted Lasso to everyone, it makes me feel good. Also this is less of a hot take and more of a general wondering, but i always find myself thinking about Anya in the pockets of time she’s not part of the scoobies. Like right after she looses her powers and she’s stuck as a teenager: how does she get money, an apartment, a car, who are her friends… logistically i have so many questions but also emotionally we never see her cope with that enormous transition. I think i’ve brought this up before but the possibilities are always running around my head.

thanks dali <33 i have survived (mostly)... i really enjoyed the first 2 seasons of ted lasso!! gonna watch the news eps soon :') anya ramblings:

i was wondering recently about how anya afforded an apartment before working at the magic box. i have thought long and hard and so far, here's where i'm at:

she seems sort of lonely/alone at first, and d'hoffryn definitely didn't check in on her to see if she was ok, but i wonder if hallie did. i know they didn't keep in super close contact, since in older and far away hallie had been invited to the wedding but she didn't seem to know xander at all. i suddenly like the idea, though, that she visited anya at least a couple times in s3-4, starting immediately after she hears from the other vengeance demons that anyanka isn't one of them anymore.

maybe hallie helped settle some debts to get anya some money. i bet a ton of demons owe anya favours. she's been around such a long time! and hallie's teleportation skills would be helpful for reaching contacts in other countries/dimensions. also, despite the humour of anya's "and i'm flunking math" comment, she proves to be good at practical math and accounting in s5 - i am sure she remembers exactly how much various people owe her, down to the cent.

while anya doesn't have any type of traditional job before working at the magic box, she clearly pays for goods and services (she acquires an entire human wardrobe, she goes to get her hair done, she eats and drinks, etc). for some reason, i can imagine anya actually being somewhat rich, which could be why she never seems concerned about money, and treats getting a job as kind of a fun new experience. while the job does enrich her life, and she loves money, it never seems to be about earning money so that she can afford things she needs. she already could afford things. she just liked being part of a larger system (which i find very interesting about her, but which feels like another topic).

i can't see her stealing the money (although... she does pull off that bank robbery in him dkhjgh), can't see her buying lottery tickets /winning the lottery, can't see her having a demon uh. sugar daddy., can't see her ever having opened a bank account in her demon days that's just grown a ton of interest (although... interesting... actually, not fully against that), really the question is fascinating and i can't believe it was never addressed!

anyway - say she and/or hallie dig up some funds for her to live comfortably on her own. that would secure physical things like shelter/clothes/food. but emotionally... i actually can't see her having much of an emotional support system for this big transition (hallie wouldn't get it, not really), and that makes me sad. she latches on to xander, but he's only somewhat helpful... (i am guessing maybe xander and giles--idk, he has adulting knowledge--helped her get some ID.) she has a lot of friends and acquantainces in hell's bells, from her demon days - but how many of them ever came to see if she was doing OK after the wish? impossible to say - we do know she wasn't close enough to any of them to invite them to be in her wedding party, though.

there are characters i wish she'd gotten to interact more with, truly, because i think that they could have helped or understood her situation. spike, for one, seems to Get her to some extent. we get a couple moments where they commiserate about having once been feared - but there's nothing to imply they ever hung out outside of the scoobies, and i sadly doubt they did. and tara! tara and anya, the scooby outsiders, supporting their partners but always feeling a little left to the side.

the questions still remain, though. i'd love to hear anyone else's thoughts on this! feel free to send meta recs etc. i love theorizing about anya!

#anya jenkins #buffy #bisummers

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What are some of your favorite cities you’ve been to? Bangkok was so much fun that I'm already itching to go back. I was there for 4 days with the most jam-packed, NONSTOP itinerary you can imagine someone having; and yet it still felt like barely scratching the surface of what could have been explored there.

Shanghai was fun too, but you also have to be filthy rich to fully enjoy their offers – for me though it was fun enough to people-watch and try the local McDonald's haha, so I'm still counting it as a favorite.

Would you allow your children to date prior to 16? I did, so it would be hypocritical of me not to allow them. The only thing I'd change is to foster an open, warm environment at home so my kids can share with me what they're up to and ask questions if there's any concerns, because I had to hide my relationship for the entirety of it.

Did you ever go through a phase where you thought guys in bands were ‘hot?’ I guess, but I wasn't super deep into the phase. There was just a brief point where I wanted to date like a drummer, and I didn't even attend small shows in an attempt to catch a band member's eye.

What’s something about adult life you were never warned of or prepared for? How lost everyone is. I thought you'd kind of just figure everything out once you turned a certain age.

Did your parents teach you proper table manners when you were growing up? More my mom than my dad, but yeah. My mom had this brief phase where she kept telling us she'd enroll us in this series of etiquette classes – she never did lmao, but she tried to teach whatever she could when she had the time.

What was the last thing you baked? I've only ever baked chocolate chip cookies and I haven't done that since I was like 14. I don't have the natural skill for it and would much rather support a small business since there are like 593875954 local cookie shops who could do the job so much better anyway.

Do you live more than 5 hours away from the nearest international border? Well if you swam the distance it'd definitely take weeks haha, but as far as I know Taiwan is only a 1.5 hour plane ride away.

Does your town have a farmer’s market? We have markets literally everywhere, it's a focal point of every city. I don't know if a farmer's market holds a different meaning.

What’s the westernmost point you’ve been to? Thailand.

What was the last restaurant you made a reservation at? Blackbird. I haven't stopped thinking about their cheesecake either.

When did you last feel lonely? It's been a while tbh! I like my own company and seldom feel lonely.

Can you easily tell when others are masking their true emotions? Sure, sometimes. I know a few people who are great at being on autopilot that I can't help but think about what they're really feeling or how they're holding up with everything going on around them.

How often do you wash your car? Every couple of weeks.

When did you last lend money to a friend? I don't do that. That's enough of a problem in Filipino society that I simply don't want to be a part of that cycle, whether it's me lending the money or me asking to borrow money.

Which app on your phone do you tend to get the most notifications from? Viber as it's my main line for work.

Do you own a Dutch oven? If so, what was the last thing you cooked in it? I don't think we do.

What is currently on your kitchen table? Just a towel.

What is your favorite time period in history to learn about? Any era pre-World Wars.

How old were you when you met your current best friend? 7.

Have you ever kissed a smoker? Sure.

What is the minimum age to obtain a driver’s license in your state/country? Do you think this is an appropriate age? 18, and yeah that's fair enough to me. Personally I needed it to be 18 because I needed a way to bring myself to and from university and I wasn't willing to commute, so being able to drive immediately after graduating high school was a relief.

If you won the lottery, do you think any of your family members would ask you to give them some of your money? Hypothetically, I think they would be very indirect about it; but in the first place I wouldn't even be saying a word to anyone so that I don't have to worry about people messaging me out of the blue with an agenda in tow.

What is the craziest thing you’ve seen happen at your workplace? Nothing too crazy tbh because we've had a WFH setup ever since I started. It's probably just the office looking like a hoarder's paradise as we often have boxes upon boxes of PR packages populating the area, and it often feels like a warehouse more so than an office.

Do you own any home automation gadgets like wifi thermostats or wifi bulbs? Nothing too high-tech. Our aircon downstairs can be controlled via its phone app but that's it.

What is something you gave up on after many failed attempts? Learning Photoshop.

How old were you when you started to seriously think about what career path you wanted to pursue? Towards the end of college. I had a brief, last-minute crisis where I suddenly wanted to be in law school, but it was happening when things were more or less wrapping up for me in college so I had had to sit myself down and start thinking about what it is I wanted to do.

Eventually I came to the reflection that law school will spit me back out nearly immediately, especially if I'm only thinking about the money; so between that and already hating journalism enough, I decided to take up PR and comms.

Have you ever disliked a book so much that you didn’t finish it? Yes. Maybe not dislike, but I was just so bored of the book that I didn't bother reading through the rest anymore.

Would you rather read a book, or listen to the audiobook? I'd rather read the book. I did download an audiobook recently – and it's my first audiobook too! – but I only did it because it would be impossible to find a physical copy of the book where I'm from.

Do you think tomorrow will be a better day than today? Not in the slightest.

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you’re honestly so nice for doing it for your grandparents sake and your sister too !!! if i can ask, do you have an open relationship with your husband then? the husband reveal had me shocked cause i had no idea you were married in the first place 🙈 the more you know !!!! as for me i will never or he would off himself for sure !! lol he’s from a very small town and they’re super closed minded! i’m glad you are somewhere that allows you to express yourself without fearing them knowing and such !!! even tho i’m sure you might miss them and your sister if you’re far away from them!

Hehehe yes, I am! I always shock people when I mention my partner, idk if it’s because people assume I’m younger or if my slutty vibes are coming off too strongly 😏 oh no, that sounds stressful! Small town folks tend to be more sensitive about these things bc they’re used to everyone knowing about everything and dictating people’s lives and behaviours, it’s hard 😥 I’m happy to know you have a support system nonetheless!

And yeah, I miss my inner circle - especially my sister - a lot but we talk all the time and we do travel to see each other occasionally, so it’s not that bad! The fact that I’m living in a much less conservative country also helps, everyone in my group of friends came out to each other pretty instantly and it’s never been an issue among us so that’s a relief! It’s like I found my own Tumblr crew irl minus the obsession with gay fic lol 🤣

#asks #anon

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You and your old SP were living in different countries? I read in a previous ask that you manifested him transferring and that's impressive. My SP and I are currently studying in different countries, we met online during quarantine. I manifested meeting him because my clown ass wanted a boyfriend and I thought well, everyone is quarantined right now, so I might as well get to meet people from other countries online. He's everything I ever wanted in a partner, I wouldn't change a thing about him, but I have held myself back from manifesting him as my boyfriend??? I can handle distance, actually I think distance can be a good thing because I don't really like to be with people 24/7. I seriously don't see myself dating someone and seeing them every single day or every week. I really like my alone space, so seeing someone only once a year (or none at all lol) doesn't sound like a problem to me. I consider myself very good at communication and I know how to create and keep a bond with people without seeing them often. But I feel egotistical for wanting to drag him into my narrative because from what I've read, people in LDRs suffer a lot and most don't end in good terms. He seems to be interested and it makes me wonder why, if he could easily get a local girl. He's super hot and sweet, talented, smart, anyone would be lucky and he seems to have a very active social life so there are no excuses, and my boy is wasting his time texting me saying he's the lucky one for finding me ? wtf boy ??? Go be lucky with someone in person idk. And although I don't really believe in astrology, I do think it's fun and I was curious about his birth chart and something very interesting that I found is that people with his venus sign tend to seek relationships with people that they can't see on a regular basis, usually in different countries than theirs and I mean, what a lovely coincidence. I could conveniently decide that astrology is totally right on this one HA! So, everything seems to be in my favor but I'm still hesitant about it. This was messy and I'm sorry I came to vent, but today I woke up thinking it's better to drop him and just stay friends and the thought really hurt me.

my old sp and i both lived in the US but he lived in a different state that was across the country from mine, about 1,600 miles away! and i manifested he’d stop going to college in that state and instead go to college about 20 mins from me🤍

after reading your ask, i feel like the two of you can definitely give it a shot!! if he it still acting that way towards you (saying he’s lucky to find you, etc) then he obviously knows you’ll have to do a LDR and he seems okay with the fact!! also the thing you said about his venus sign blew my mind!

you can always manifest you two have a happy, healthy, fulfilling relationship despite the distance. and if you eventually decide you want to close the distance, you can manifest that as well! or if you want to break up bc it’s too hard, you can manifest he takes it perfectly well and the breakup is mutual!!

but this relationship sounds like it’s going well so far to me, and if the thought of just being friends really saddens you then i’d definitely say enter a relationship with him!! it doesn’t have to be forever, it could just be something fun you try!!

keep me updated on what you choose and how things progress!! 🤍🤍

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Dedicated To The Queer Baby Me That Deserved The World

Without realizing how desperately it needed to happen, my therapy journey in the last year has really revolved around comforting little baby queer Travis, who deserved SO much better.

The little boy who spent most elementary school recesses off alone on the brink of crying. Wondering why I don’t want to play football with the other boys. Why I’m so terrified of being friends with girls considering the boys would probably bully me relentlessly for being surrounded by female friends. Why almost every single day during ‘quiet time’ in 1st grade my teacher was trying to comfort a crying me who just felt so awful and lonely. Why I would sneak away to my room during holidays to be alone and cry and have borderline panic attacks.

Why I missed nearly an entire month of 8th grade because I was home sick absolutely TERRIFIED of going back to school. Plot twist, it was anxiety, depression, loneliness, and deep self-hatred, not a lingering cold or flu.

Tell me why the guidance counselor pulled me into his office while I waited in the car for my mom to get my homework and after trying for all of about 30 seconds to see if there was something wrong, sent me back to class for the first time in about a month and never spoke to me again? Or that teacher that saw me crying every day but never thought there might be a deeper reason?

See, on the outside you might see me as this super confident queer that’s fully comfortable with themselves and doesn’t care what anyone thinks. While there’s a sliver of truth with that sometimes, I’m still working on being happy and content with myself fully.

I still catch myself watering down my queerness to tables at work lest they tip me less. Unless I’m with my friends, I often feel like everyone in the world is staring at me because of the way I dress, act, walk, talk, etc etc etc. When I’m actually dating a boy, (lmao it’s been a while) I still walk with the fear that holding his hand could awaken a violent hatred in a stranger and the one I love as well as myself could become a target.

Despite being better off as an American queer than in other countries, I still get to have my very life still constantly in the hands of our government who have proven time and time again that they don’t care about me and my queer family. Still, I’m told to be grateful. Trust and believe, I’m grateful for the queers before me that paved the way, but it’s a disgusting thing to tell someone that they shouldn’t be fighting for more. Because I haven’t been arrested or murdered for being queer I should accept the bare minimum and move on?

Please, go right ahead and ignore the trauma that still dwells within me and the vast majority of queer people. For all of us that never felt good enough for just about anyone or anything for a good chunk of our lives. You think that coming out suddenly erases all of that? That seeing a multi-billion dollar corporation trying to sell me a tacky rainbow version of their product is supposed to make me feel seen, heard, loved, and respected when they’re the very ones with the power to continue to oppress me?

Despite the negative (though extremely valid) tone of this post thus far, these things need to be said. I don’t know how else to get allies to actually stand up and advocate for us instead of just telling us to buy rainbow shit and continuing to ignore our pleas to vote and support us and tell us that you love us and are proud of us. So many of us never loved ourselves and have never felt proud of who we are because we never felt the validity that comes from kindness and understanding of our identities.

We continue to NEED pride because of the euphoria that comes from being surrounded by others like us that know what it’s like to feel like you have no place in the world simply because of who you love, what you look like, or how you identify yourself. I’ve danced with strangers at pride and felt more love from them then some people I’ve known my entire life.

To give a slight visual break in this otherwise paragraph heavy post, here are some reasons I need my queer family and pride:

-The Kindergarten teacher that reached out via fb messenger to tell me she’d be a bad Christian if she didn’t reach out to tell me how wrong being queer is, thus making me reconsider my entire childhood.

-The fact that until about 4 years ago I legitimately 100% did not think I would live to age 30 because I would have killed myself by then

-The family member that told me it’s my own fault that my mom didn’t know I was gay because I didn’t tell her before she died when I didn’t even know who I was, wondered why he doesn’t get a straight pride, and said my fear post-Pulse was invalid because he could get shot at any bar on any night. Oh, and that I use being gay as a ‘crutch.’

-The aunt who argued with me through fb on the day marriage equality was passed and proceeded to tag other grown men in the post who rambled on about how disgusting gay people are to which she said nothing.

-The family member that laughed as they told me they punched a gay man when they were young for hitting on them... a story which they later told again with laughter to me and a boyfriend.

-My fellow queers that disregard pronouns and insult me for embracing femininity, makeup, and clothes despite fem queers and trans women being the ones that pioneered our fight back

-The friend that told me I deserved to be alone for being gay

-The PARENTS of high school friends who relentlessly mocked another queer kid in my class behind his back with extremely homophobic comments thus forcing me deep into the closet

-All of my friends that have been rejected by their family for their identity, including ones that were outright kicked out of their house as a teenager

-The daily hell of grade school boys calling each other ‘fag’ and knowing full well that they meant it as a queer slur

-Every person, (quite a few) that’s reached out to me to tell me that my mere openness, vulnerability, and visibility gave them permission to be themselves and work toward living as their authentic selves.

-The fact that I spent every waking moment of my childhood, adolescence, and even adulthood trying to fit a mold I didn’t even like out of safety. Always obsessed with being academically successful to hide the shame of being queer and feeling as though I had to make up for it by exhausting myself.

For anyone reading this and feeling uncomfortable?

GOOD.

If you feel bad just reading it, imagine the hell of these being your actual lived experiences.

Hug your queer family and friends and stress to them how proud you are. Don’t make everything about yourself and realize that some people need a little more love than others and there’s absolutely nothing wrong about that. Your struggles aren’t negated, just not the focus in that moment.

While extremely homophobic rhetoric seems to be on the rise with powerful figures in government making continuous strides to eliminate our rights and erase us from existence entirely,

FUCKING DO SOMETHING.

A bunch of loud queers screaming for their rights is incredible, but the homophobes aren’t going to listen to the very people they wish nothing but harm on.

VOTE FOR THE QUEERS IN YOUR LIFE.

Listen to them. Don’t water down and negate their experiences. Be available to them. Be compassionate toward them. Shoot down queer-phobic bullshit to your friends, and consider choosing your loved ones over more than casually bigoted “friends.”

As my entire purpose as an adult has become being the person I so DESPERATELY could have used as a young queer boy, I dream of a world where queer people don’t have to fear for their lives by simply existing and don’t have to sift through painful trauma as an adult.

If not for the beautiful found family of queer bbys I’ve managed to surround myself with the last couple of years, I would not have the confidence I do now to be my entire authentic self. I wouldn’t feel like not only is my identity ‘okay, accepted, and tolerated,’ but beautiful and encouraged and celebrated. I consistently get emotionally overwhelmed just thinking about the intense love, friendship, and validity I receive from my found family, and can never thank them enough for loving me so fully.

Be that person for someone else.

If you take literally nothing else from this post, know that i’m queer and loud and will continue to refuse to shut up in the face of a world that strives to silence us.

I will continue to turn up the music to drown out those voices that strive to silence me and my queer family.

Happy Pride y’all.

#pride #lgbt #lgbt trauma #pride month #gay #gay writing #queer #queer advocacy

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Hello, this is chapter 1 of the story I'm writing. And it will serve as a preview to what will be written. I hope you enjoy. I'm sorry chapter 1 is short.

Chapter 1 : The Future of Mankind

Have you ever wondered what a perfect world would look like? It's not what you'd expect.

The children can hold hands and sing together, but they don't live in houses filled with warmth. They live in Hooverviles, suffocated in sheet metal and planks. You see, for the blessing of peace we all must lose something important, something very important.

We must lose everything.

Once apon a time the world was filled with technological advances, marvels in which the people of my time couldn't comprehend. Super computers controlled the world and all the little people in it. Factorys produced food and luxurious in bulk, the people didn't need to worry about finding water or a comfortable bed to sleep in. Such a time has passed, as have the people from then.

The world was at war for decades, death and destruction was all we knew. Very powerful men believed that true fortune and wealth was in land, because our own was dieing. So they fought other countries, putting millions of innocent lives at risk. Eventually, people stopped volunteering to fight, soldiers resigned. Leaving no one to fight a war that wasn't ours.

The government lashed out in fear, taking total control. Houses were bulldozed, grocery stores were shut down, curfews were enacted. The people rebelled. Violent protests broke out, government properties were defiled, fires scorched through the streets. And then all at once, all was silent. The government disappeared. They hid themselves for their own safety and left everyone else to die. Leaving everyone to fend for themselves. Power plants were depleted of their life-force, manufacturing factories rusted beyond repair, we were forced to revert.

We built up towns and settlements as the old citys weathered away, submitting to the earth and her children. Small communities rose from the ashes and taught the new generation how to live. They were taught how to farm and gather water. Likely the most important, they were taught kindness, so they may teach it to their children as to not repeat history. Most were taught how to hold a hammer. Carpenters are a must here, they build nearly everything. Chicken houses, horse stables, bars, tool sheds, outhouses, but most importantly. Housing.

The wealthy and lucky lived in old world houses. granted they where in a state of disrepair, but they kept people alive in the cold months. The better off lived in damp moldy trailers. The rest of the common folk live in Hooverviles, tents and makeshift homes. I've lived in my fair share of locations. and let me tell you, It's rough. But no matter how hard it seems to get, the people were hopeful. Forever and eternally. At least, that's how it was supposed to be.

Generations passed and the less fortunate soon became diseased with greed, they desired power and wealth. So some wicked few took matters into their own hands. Raids broke out and communities where ravaged of everything. Food, water, clothes, sometimes even children. They were taken and sold for labor miles and miles away. Not much can be done after that. They swarmed territories in large groups and took a choke hold on the local populace till the resources were drained, then move on to the next unfortunate settlement. Such horrors are far away from here, so my people should have been safe. I was wrong.

This is where I come in.

#the future of mankind story #the future of mankind #the future of mankind chapter 1

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{aw tyvm! I’ve been super inspired for the fairytale au with our favorite quartet lately, so I’ll probably send some stuff in for that soon! unfortunately im currently very sick and miserable :( }

Basch, Ashe, and Noah, what modern fairytales do you associate yourselves with? What fairytales existed in Ivalice?

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{ Alright! But take your time, especially if you’re under the weather. There’s never any rush for anything, and honestly, I am so behind on replies on this blog that I have more than enough to do for weeks hahaha. }

Basch, Ashe, and Noah, what modern fairytales do you associate yourselves with?

Ashe: “I suppose Snow White and the Seven Dwarves. Not that I identify with Snow White, we’ve very little in common personality-wise, but the basic premise of a princess being driven from her home and into hiding, gathering a group of friends who want to help her, and eventually wanting to return to save her kingdom from the evil that has gripped it… that speaks to me. I know there have been many versions of that tale, but the basic story is similar to mine.”

Noah: “Have you ever heard of one called The Shadow? It is about a man who cannot be free of his shadow, it follows him everywhere, and eventually it begins meddling in his life. It saps his energy, it steals his interests, his bride, his health… and those around him begin to not be able to distinguish between him and his shadow. To the point of the shadow completely usurping him by the end of the story and living his life, claiming that he was the real person of the two all along. Some of that story reminds me of Basch. He is as my shadow which everyone thinks is identical to me but better, that has done nothing but meddle in my life.”

Basch: “The Shadow speaks to me as well, but for a different reason. If it is a story of relinquishing one’s identity, I have certainly experienced that. If it is one of using one’s face and words against them, to take or ruin one’s reputation, then I have experienced that as well. But if anything, it teaches that appearance and words are often the sum total of one’s public identity, while actions and intentions make up one’s private identity. It may be easy for others to be fooled by an identical face or moving words, but eventually, always, one’s true nature will emerge.”

What fairytales existed in Ivalice?

Ashe: “There was a fairytale told to me when I was very young about the sun falling in love with the ocean. They were fascinated by each other’s differences, but those differences kept them apart. The deep ocean was far too cold and dark for the sun, and the scorching desert sands were inhospitable to the ocean and all the creatures she safely harbored. They were forced to go their separate ways, with the expansive deserts of the Estersand forever stretching toward but never quite meeting the beaches that bound Dalmasca on either side. But their love was not to be denied, and so, over the centuries, the ocean crept from those shores inland, toward her love in secrecy, deep beneath the sands where it was cool enough for her to tread. Finally, she had reached him, with her cool waters buried beneath the sands he warmed so well. A part of her was left there, so that the sun would never be lonely again. And that is why there is a massive, natural groundwater store beneath Rabanastre to this day.”

Noah: “What about changelings? Oh, that was such a beloved story in the country in which I was born. So beloved that they were willing to sacrifice innocent children to avoid the consequences of it. The people there twisted the original story of the changeling, that of a fairy child who stole away the human one and took its place, wreaking havoc on the lives of those in the child’s family. The story was twisted to explain the existence of twins. There aren’t really any twins at all, the people said, only children and their demon counterparts who will slowly drain them and kill them, becoming victorious over them and gaining all the nurturing and resources that would have belonged to the human child. So when twins were born, the people arbitrarily said the firstborn was the true child, and the second, the demon. As you can imagine, this resulted in many unfortunate secondborn twins being eliminated due to the superstition. How fortunate for me that my mother was Archadian and not Landisian, or I might have been one of them.

Basch: “Aside from tales of rare, magical creatures in the desert, or those of the Occuria, I haven’t much experience with fairy tales. I hear stories here and there from others, but I have not had the time to read such tales myself. Regrettably, what my brother has said of twins in Landis was true, and I thank whatever forces of man or gods that kept him alive in the face of such superstitious ignorance.”

#main muse: basch #side muse: ashelia #alt muse: noah #tw: child harm

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fahrni · 6 months

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Saturday Morning Coffee

Good morning from Charlottesville, Virginia! ☕️

Its been a super duper exciting couple weeks which culminated in an App Store feature for Stream! As an Apple developer you dream of stuff like this but don’t expect it to happen. At least I didn’t. It’s quite an honor and I’ll be on Cloud 9 for a while.❤️

CNN

“Suzanne Somers passed away peacefully at home in the early morning hours of October 15th. She survived an aggressive form of breast cancer for over 23 years,” Hay wrote in a statement shared on behalf of the actress’ family.

R.I.P. 🪦

Marc Adreessen

Our enemy is the ivory tower, the know-it-all credentialed expert worldview, indulging in abstract theories, luxury beliefs, social engineering, disconnected from the real world, delusional, unelected, and unaccountable – playing God with everyone else’s lives, with total insulation from the consequences.

Someone stayed up way too late reading the works of Ayn Rand and in a ketamine driven manic state started writing.

Clearly Andreessen has been smoking his own supply and is so privileged and ultra wealthy he has no clue what real life is like any longer.

I chose to share the paragraph above because he’s basically describing himself and his fellow libertarian tech bros looking to build a perfect society on the backs of a servant class. Us.

One day this piece will be part of some psychological study on the harms of the early 21st century wrought by a class of technology oligarchs.

We’re all just trying to survive out here, save the planet, and help others along the way. You want the exact opposite. All you care about are wealth and power at the expense of all else.

Go enjoy the outdoors with a loved one and chill. Oh, and lay off the microdosing.

Dylan Scott • Vox

In the coming weeks, the majority of Americans will engage in a bizarre, mildly terrifying, distinctly American seasonal ritual. I refer, of course, to open enrollment — the time when you sign up for your health insurance plan.

As far as I know we’re still the only major country in the world with a second rate sense of healthcare.

Healthcare for all is just what the doctor ordered. A healthy America is a better American, just as an educated America is a better America. So, while we’re getting healthcare for all taken care of let’s make all state universities free of charge.

Paul Stamatiou

It was March 2020, I was in New England when covid quarantine had just begin and I found myself much more homebound. In these situations I’m not one to just do nothing. I always have some sort of project or hobby to keep me busy, be it taking and editing photos, writing detailed blog posts, or coding something.

Holy cow is this app beautiful! It’s a real bummer it’s never seen the light of day but I understand his reasons.

It’s a shame nobody bought this from him, hired him, and let him see it to fruition, it’s an incredible piece of work. 👍🏼

Jason Snell • Six Colors

If I had a dime for every “Apple’s going to release a low-end product to compete with other low-end devices” rumor, I’d have a hefty bank account by now. And you can find plenty of stories debunking this report as “sketchy.” At the risk of giving this report more credulity than it deserves, let me try to understand what this report might actually mean.

I’m not a longtime Apple device user, I started in 2006, but I can say this doesn’t sound like something Apple would do. 🍎

Daniel Lemire

The C++ library has long been organized around stream classes, at least when it comes to reading and parsing strings. But streams can be surprisingly slow.

Call me crazy but I still love C++ as a development language. I never really dove into streams, I used std::string, std::vector, and std::map a ton but not with streams.

The language has morphed so much since 2014 I hardly recognize it. That’s not a bad thing, they’re just trying to make it easier to use and safer for developers.

Anywho, interesting read if you’re into C++ or languages and performance in general.

Chloe Veltman • NPR

Netflix recently shuttered the longstanding mail-order DVD service that led to the closure of video stores around the world and ushered in the era of streaming. But now the company appears to be embracing brick and mortar.

Heh, let’s come full circle and open a physical location! 🤣

Now, if they include Blu-ray and DVD rentals that would be amazing! Perhaps they can take over all the shuttered Blockbusters that haven’t been turned into something else?

Meera Navlakha • Mashable

But some spots are closing their doors on influencers, raising questions. Take Dae, a design shop and cafe in Brooklyn. As reported by Curbed, the space was inundated by influencers carrying tripods, to the point where the owners decided to ban them entirely.

I can understand businesses doing this if the gaggle of influencers are forcing regulars and paying customers to avoid their favorite haunt. It doesn’t seem unreasonable at all.

Asher Fair • Beyond the Flag

Carson Hocevar has been formally announced as Spire Motorsports’ third driver for the 2024 NASCAR Cup Series season, replacing Ty Dillon.

I’m happy for Carson Hocevar and bummed for Ty Dillon.

Hocevar has driven a few Cup races this season and has proven himself a fast, talented, racer. He has a lot to learn about rubbing elbows with the big boys but he’ll learn.

As for Dillion I wonder where he’ll land? As far as I know there aren’t any Cup Series seats open. Maybe Xfinity or Truck Series? Regardless, I wish him well.

[Fritz Bogott • AutoDesk Instructables]

After several years of baking in North House Folk School’s wood-fired brick oven, I decided to build an oven of my own. I went a little crazy with extra features (slab foundation, arches, ash dump, chimney, doors, wood storage) and decorations (limestone around the foundation), but you can make a very usable version in a weekend with salvaged materials and a couple of friends.

Folks always make this look so easy! I’d never complete a project like this! But boy does it sound amazing.

I’m thinking a Roccbox is more my speed! 🤣

Ron Amadeo • Ars Technica

After ChatGPT disruption, Stack Overflow lays off 28 percent of staff

Yikes! The industry is at the beginning of yet another transformation and this one is happening very rapidly. I’d be lying if I didn’t say this terrifies me at some level because I’m essentially “aging out” at this point in my career. I always thought I’d have to learn JavaScript to continue on as a developer. Instead I may have to become a “Prompt Engineer” to bend the LLM’s to my will.

I still refuse to call it AI. 😃

Cory Doctorow

Amazon’s bestselling “bitter lemon” energy drink was bottled delivery driver piss

This is an amazing story! How in the world can someone game the system so hard they’re able to sell urine bottled as an energy drink? It also exposes Amazon, yet again, as a sweat shop. This time with drivers.

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umichenginabroad · 11 months

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Arrival & First Thoughts

Hi everyone! My name is Lydia Frasz and I’m spending 6 weeks in Buenos Aires, Argentina this summer and taking the equivalent of Physics 240 at ITBA (the Institute of Technology Buenos Aires) and Culture and Civilization of Argentina through CEA. While my goal was to post a blog every week, two weeks have passed since I’ve arrived; and even though time moves slow here, between settling in, class work, and traveling, I’ve been busy. Because of this, I’m going to be posting every 4 to 5 days, so stay posted, and don’t hesitate to comment or ask any questions you may have.

Before I start telling you about my travels, I thought that I could share a little bit about myself and what helped guide me in choosing Engineering: IPE in Buenos Aires. (1) I love traveling, and after visiting Panama my sophomore year of high school with my Spanish class, I knew that I wanted to come back to South America. (2) The program worked perfectly with my schedule. I waitress over the summer, and that income is really important for me, so being able to spend a lot of time, (6 weeks), in a foreign country and still be able to work for the remainder of the summer, (all of July and August), was perfect. (3) The courses. As a Chemical Engineer, and as the case for all engineers, the course load is heavy. In BA, (abbreviation for Buenos Aires that I’m starting to use, like the locals), I’m taking Physics 2 (240) and a culture class. Some things that I’ve loved so far about taking these classes here include covering credits, taking a class that counts towards the International Minor for Engineers, (I hope to declare in the fall), and living with my classmates. The last one sounds similar to living in dorms and being able to find study groups, but I’ve found that having the same exact schedule as my roommate makes such a big difference. She helps me wake up in the morning, (class starts at 8am), we’re both tired and hungry around the same time, and we do our homework together! Plus, I live in an apartment with 7 other students who have the same schedule, so it’s even more impactful.

Okay, arrival, Buenos Aires and the essentials. I live in an apartment in a neighborhood of Buenos Aires called Palermo; it’s really nice. The building has 7 other students who are in the same program as me, plus 2 other students who are also taking classes at CEA but are from different universities and have different majors. The other students here are in a mixture of homestays and apartments throughout the city, (fun fact, Buenos Aires is a city and province), but not too far away.

For food, we eat out A LOT, and then also cook sometimes; everything is super cheap because the economy in Buenos Aires is suffering right now and has a very high inflation rate.

Before I go, I wanted to share a few of my favorite memories so far, and some things that I love about Argentina.

The people. I came into this program with very little knowledge of the people I would be meeting here, let alone living and spending all my time, and I can safely say I’ve made some of my closest friends. We spend a lot of time together, from shopping, to planning trips, (which is sometimes stressful), taking the Subte, (the subway system here), cooking meals, going out, and decompressing at the end of almost every day, and I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

And one thing that I love about Argentina, also the people. The environment here is very communal, from sharing Mate, (a tea that everyone drinks, more than water), sobremesa, (chatting with friends after you’ve finished dinner), and cheering for Messi, the people here are a community, and most are always willing to help or lend a hand when someone needs help.

Well, this is a lot, so I’ll be back in a few days to discuss my travels so far, and where I’m planning to go next.

Ciao (yes, it’s what everyone uses),

Lydia

#UmichEnginAbroad #IPEArgentina #LydiaFrasz #IPESummer23 #Argentina

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billietheancientowl · 1 year

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I find it very discomforting that the nation is so intwined in this young thug gunna rico case and Megan the stallion and tory lanez bs. Why? You may ask. Hmm… well let me see back in 2019 most may not know butt the government had for a particular reason they released many crazies from the crazy house and never stopped. I know I have a lot of people on my feeds and page that view my content from numerous countries so to accommodate for all I like to be super specific when I release content.

With that being said this is something that has been happening within the USA. As far as I know of I’m certain it is happening everywhere because that’s the imperialistic way of this cruddy world we live in. But let me provide you with the reason why they released the mentally stagnant for a better choice of word than crazies.

The reason they did this is to legalize crime. See crime hasn’t stopped It merely shifts but it never stops. Releasing the {Mentally stagnant } was all planned to boost the crime rate which in return worked out in there favor more killings, rapes, burglaries, suicides, trafficking and limit the need to smuggler drugs. Ill touch up on the reason smuggling drugs isn’t needed anymore in another excerpt dedicated to just primarily providing you with the tea on that catastrophe itself..

Back to the topic so you may or may not know governor Cuomo and de Blasio were the orchestrators of the influx of crime during covid. So you would also know that they are the reason the psychopaths were released from the ward.increased crime would cause them to have to enforce more laws that they construct to control the population like they generally have been doing. One artifact that I have not disclosed yet; which is the most crucial one yet .. they’re crazy, deemed crazy so therefore they would continue to get away with the crime.

See they purposely, and thoroughly thought this out; even down to the infrastructure such as the police and other armed forces put in position with the ultimate goal to serve and protect. Black Lives Matter helped in corrupting the community as a whole and when I say {community} I mean all the communities in the vicinity of the 5 boroughs. Defunding the police took away the surveillance in the high crime areas, defunding the police took away the procured safety in elderly and areas with a lot of toddlers, infants, and kids in general.

I am ashamed that everyone will partake in a movement protest with the movement but, not even thoroughly study the very movement they are apart of. On the contrary I never supported blm because I knew from day one that it wasn’t organized for black lives/ and it was also funded, and an investment for a white man. If it’s funded, and an investment in one then that already tells me that it isn’t for the proper purpose.

I really apologize for those I may offend but the truth will hurt; but can never be wrong. It is saddening to know that many of ppl I know participated in a movement that literally helped disarm the only means of protection for your grandmothers, nieces, daughter, baby cousins etc. The defenseless! Don’t ask why the police just watch if someone gets raped in front of them, or just stands by, and does nothing when a person is shot in front of them, or an old lady is robbed and beaten to a bloody pulp. Just know that you are part of the reason there is no more proper protection; and I want to add that yes not all police officers were good but the good ones mattered too because they did their job. Blm was made to cripple the blacks even more, it’s just this time the government used you to do it to yourself this time.

I will leave you with this until I have time to write another journal entry to share with you all ; crime won’t be eliminated at this rate it will increase rapidly get off the tik tok, open a book read the whole fucking thing, listen more than you speak, and prepare yourself for this next horrible event that will soon surface. You think covid is it? Monkey pox miraculously stopped becoming headlines, diseases down south are mutating and traveling further north.. People often probably think im just some wacko lame that doesn’t have anything better to do. But truthfully I have so much that I do and still make time to involve you in my compartmenalization of thoughts and hope that maybe just maybe I can awaken your sleepy ass. #billieowl #ßillieØwl

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