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Alex brings up fanfiction, again
CoC 3 outtakes
#I can’t fucking do this shit anymore#they are complicit#now we know Alex doesn’t have an Ao3 account tho#but we also know he regularly checks the site#taskmaster#alex horne#greg davies#the plot#fanfic#outtake#coc3
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MY SON'S PORN LIFE
It was just porn, I rationalized, and I'm a man with a more than healthy libido. Married with three kids, I have a decent sex life with my wife, especially considering that we've been married for 25 years now.
But I like to jerk off, too, and since I turned 50, my bi side had been rearing itself more. A while back I went through a phase of lining up no-strings BJs from guys on the side. I'd put that behind me, but I still got off on the fantasy of fucking a guy or having him suck me. 8 times out of 10, when I was looking for stroke fodder, I'd pull up a gay porn video.
Then came the fateful day. I didn't even know what I was looking at first. I was just browsing one of those free video sites and saw a thumbnail of two hot bodies with a tag like "Hot Jocks Fuck After Practice." Unlike with women, I don't even know that I have a type when it comes to guys, but these dudes looked hot... muscular and young 20s, smooth bodied. They're probably everyone's type.
I clicked, and my heart sank.
It started out PG-rated, with two jockish guys sitting on a couch, one with his arm draped over the other's shoulder as the cameraman asked them questions and the guys talking about being excited for the scene that was about to happen.
One of the young men, the blond hunk with his arm draped over the beefier dark-haired guy, was my son Travis.
Holy fuck. I got a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach. I couldn't believe it at first. My oldest kid - and only son - was doing gay porn. I listened to another half minute of the pre-sex interview and watched as Travis turned to the dark-haired dude, with a playful lust in his blue eyes and said, "Yeah, Sam has an amazing ass." He turned back to the camera with a grin and added, "Like, big fucking meaty cakes..."
"Ha," the cameraman laughed. "You ready to do this then?"
"Hell yeah," the dark haired guy replied.
I closed the browser, hyperventilating.
My Trav. Good kid, great student, played football at the expensive college we sent him to. I didn't know how long he'd been doing porn, or if this was a one-off. I wondered if he had any troubles, financial difficulties, drugs, gambling, whatever, that led him to do this. I wondered if I should tell his mother.
But I paused, staring at now blank screen. Maybe Travis was doing this for money, but he seemed to be enjoying himself. Sure there was playing along, but you can only fake so much.
And I knew Kate would freak out. She wasn't judgmental, but this was something else. Besides, she was the worrying sort of mother. That's why I loved her, that's why she was such a wonderful parent. But this would break her heart. I'd be keeping this to myself.
***
It was mid-afternoon in the office when Kate called. "Brad, you still able to make Caitlin's game today?" Our middle daughter Courtney was in college now, and Caitlin was now a senior in high school, which meant these soccer games would soon be a thing of the past.
I didn't mind, really. I had a sales job that could be crazy busy and required a lot of travel but days like that day I had some flexibility. And I loved my girls and enjoyed being the supportive dad. There were a few soccer parents who regularly showed up and we all kind of bonded. And the girls' team was really good that year. It was fun.
"Yeah, I'll be there."
"Great," my wife said. "I should be able to catch the last half, and maybe we can get dinner out. I have book club tonight," she reminded me.
We wrapped our conversation and I checked the clock. 2:30. I put in another hour of work, then cut out early.
I knew I'd be on my own for taking care of my orgasm that evening, so I went home first. I had enough time for a nice, leisurely stroke and looked forward to enjoying it.
As I got to my bedroom and kicked off my shoes, though, a thought hit me. A curiosity, sure, but also a horniness.
I wanted to watch my son Travis fuck a guy.
I was shaking a little as I searched again for that video. But I wasn't as hesitant as I should have been. It took me a few seconds to find it. That familiar thumbnail. My heart beat. I pressed play.
I listened to the introductory banter. The flirtiness between the two guys, putting on their dumb-jock act. Then the cameraman prodding, "You ready to do this then?"
I was rock hard. My son kissed dark haired guy. Trav looked like a smooth operator, snaking his tongue between the other guy's lips and making out, softly at first, then with more lust.
Their hands now removed their tank tops. Dark haired guy was real muscular, like a total gym body. Still had his baby fat, which made his bulk hotter somehow. I watched Trav feel him up, and I had to unzip.
Travis was the real star, though. Ripped, waxed smooth, tanned muscle contrasting with his adorable boy next door looks. My eyes were riveted to him, drawn as much as the dark haired guy's hands, which were now pawing at Travis's bare chest and abs, and then moving down...
I let out a groan when that hand cupped Travis's crotch. This was the moment of truth. Was I going to watch more?
I couldn't stop it, or take my eyes away. Trav got a playful look on his face and undid his shorts, making his abs crunch as he lifted his hips to slide them off.
There it was. My son's cock. His erection, long and thick, very much like my own. I never thought of myself as having a porn star cock, but I knew I was hung, and now I had a son who literally had a porn star dick.
I felt the excitement over take me as I stroked my own prick and jets of semen shot out. Uncontrollably. A crazy orgasm that had my head flushed and pounding from the taboo excitement.
I shut the video and the computer. And I quickly cleaned my mess.
Fuck.
***
Yeah, I felt like a heel. But I'd gotten off big time, and I knew I would again.
By now I had a good lead. Trav went by the name of "Brent" and was a Sean Cody model. Turns out this wasn't his only, or even his first video.
I found the others. Each one was better than the last. Travis was the jock-next-door type who played it up for the camera. His MO seemed to be to start off slow and romantic with a guy and work up to really pounding the bottom's ass with long, hard strokes. More than one came hands free from it. I just about did, even watching.
I watched them all, savoring them one by one until I was able to make it to the end of each. Then I watched them repeatedly, too much. I thought the guilt would kick in and I'd come to my senses, but I never did. I thought the novelty of the forbidden fruit would wear off, but I came buckets watching Travis fuck guys. Every single time.
I dug around more. From the comments on blogs, it seemed that "Brent" was a fan favorite. There was some bitching from guys that Sean Cody didn't have stars like Travis any more, that they'd gone downhill over the last year.
That hit me for some reason. I mean, I was glad that porn was just a temporary thing for my son. Logically, I would have been happier if it hadn't been a thing at all for him. But fuck, I wanted to see more. I loved watching my son. It was like spying on him, letting me be a voyeur into his sex life. And, hands down, Travis was just a stud.
I initially felt a burst of shame when I saw my wife or daughters after I stroked off. But they didn't know. I was still a good father, though if Travis knew I wouldn't blame him for having another opinion of me.
When Travis came home for Christmas, it hit me. The awkwardness, the weight of the secret. He thought I was just stressed from work or something, I guess. We ended up having a good visit with him. But he seemed like he had something on his mind.
The last day, he gathered us around the table. He was nervous as hell, but he came right out with. "I've got something to tell you guys... I'm gay."
Caitlin and Courtney immediately got out of their chairs and went to hug their big brother. I never was prouder of them.
I wondered if Kate had any inclination, but I could tell then that she was surprised. She was supporting as always though. Not touchy feely like our daughter, but more communicative.
It was my turn. "We love you son. And I'm proud as hell of ya." I was getting a little teary but tried to be the stoic Dad. I think Travis appreciated both.
***
Life moved forward. Caitlin graduated from high school and was getting ready to head out East for college. Courtney was applying to med schools. Kate and I were starting to talk seriously about retirement and making plans for a future now that the kids were flying the coop.
Travis was now 25, out of college and living in Chicago. He worked as a personal trainer and just enjoyed being a young guy in the big city. He was probably enjoying dating and the gay scene, but I didn't know the details. But I had a sales visit in Chicago pretty often and I'd always book an extra night to have some quality time with my son.
It was nice to have a break from the "Brent" videos. Maybe it was the increased sex with Kate, a kind of second honeymoon, but I was watching way less porn. And while I visited Travis's videos from time to time, I wasn't as obsessed with them.
Until I saw a new one. An OnlyFans one shot in a hotel room. Only he was no longer "Brent" but "JakeTheJock." But it was the same hunky Travis, he'd even put on a little more muscle. And the same fuck technique... romantic making out, some swapped BJs or 69 for foreplay. Rimming his bottom, then going to pound town on him bareback.
It was like a junkie mainlining after getting out of rehab. I knew I shouldn't be watching, but there was just an incredible rush, a high even. I had gotten to where I regularly busted twice in a session watching Travis fuck, but this had me getting off three times.
It took some creativity but I found a way to subscribe to Trav's OnlyFans without any telltale signs on my credit card statement. With regularity, I found time to get off to watching my very hunky son have sex. The guilt hadn't gone completely away, but I'd gotten real good and compartmentalizing it. The weird thing is for as much as I watched my son's porn videos, I didn't have any specific fantasies involving me and him. It was just an immediate lust, combined with the thrill of taboo and the voyeurism of almost spying on him. Seeing his secret life.
At first I missed the relative professionalism of the Sean Cody vids, but Travis's OnlyFans offered the advantage of quantity. Every week, I got to watch Travis with another guy. Or a repeat session with one of the other OF "stars." He was branching out beyond jock types like him and doing other men. Some older, some beefier, some hairy. I loved watching it all. A couch BJ in a New York apartment, or shower sex in some London hotel. I was following up on my son's travel through his porn page.
***
It was hard to look at my son the same way again. I loved him and respected him as a normal proud parent, but when I visited him, in the back of my head all I could think of was Travis's toned muscle, his big thick dick and the size of his cum loads oozing out of some muscle dude's ass.
For what it was worth, my son SEEMED happier now, enjoying his life and his day job and filling me in a little on his dating life when I came to visit.
"Maybe I'm not ready to settle down," he admitted with a grin as we had dinner in some downtown restaurant that Travis had picked a change of pace from the expense account steakhouses I took prospects on my sales call.
God help me I found my son so attractive at that moment. The dim light of the restaurant bringing out his blond hair and blue eyes and his dimples and perfect teeth. I actually threw hard in my suit trousers under the tablecloth.
I was fucked up, I knew, but the next day I requested to be put more regularly on the Midwest territory at work. I passed it off as seniority and wanting some closer travel, but really I just wanted to be in Chicago more.
***
The next video my life changed. It was a Tuesday after my Chicago visit and I'd cut out of work a little early to have some time with a new video that was planned to drop. I still had no idea how far in advance Travis shot these. Maybe it was made right after my visit or weeks before.
I just knew something was different about this one. Travis had been paired with some older men before, mostly fitness buff types and muscle guys. But this one with by the handle "CornfedDaddy" and he looked a little like Travis - blond and blue eyed, that Scandinavian-German stock giving him some real height and bulk. He looked even more like me. Middle aged, fit but more normal looking than a normal porn star. I wondered how Travis's fan subscribers would react but seeing Travis making out with this dude got me hard as fuck.
I knew it was because I imagined myself in CornfedDaddy's place, and Travis actively attracted to me.
And that attraction was real. Travis wasn't faking the intensity of that kiss or the excitement in feeling up that 40-something bulk. My hunky son seemed almost dreamy voice as he growled, "Ready to show the guys something new, Daddy?"
That very word almost had me coming.
The man was like one of my goddamn work colleagues, or the married men you'd see around Kansas City. And he talked like a suburban guy, too. "Fuck yes," he answered with a happy laugh.
Travis's strong hand massaged the man's boner through his shorts, then pushed the hem down. CornfedDaddy might not have had a porn star body, but that dick was big, bigger than Travis's.
I watched as my son leaned over and started sucking on that giant hog.
I came, my first cum, shooting hard into my fist. I had to let go to cool off and stop the video a second. I wiped off the excess cum and tossed the kleenex in the trash. This was gonna be an epic stroke session.
I took a look around and checked my phone. Coast was going to be clear for a while. I resumed watching.
I'd seen Travis suck a dick before, but this felt more purposeful and certainly more of a challenge than the other bottoms he'd been with. But like before, he pulled off and leaned back on the couch, ready for his turn at being serviced. He pulled down his shorts and I saw my son's beautiful dick. I was proud I'd created a man that amazing.
CornfedDaddy got a big grin and scooted down onto his knees, between Travis's legs. I loved watching guys suck my son. Occasionally Travis would post oral only videos of some guy blowing him and swallowing his load. I don't know that I preferred those to the fucking but they were amazing in their own different way.
But Cornfed Daddy had a different kind of swagger to his dad-next-door expression. "Lift em up, son," he urged. And Travis did, pulling those thick, knotted thighs up and back to his chest.
The Daddy dove in, starting to rim Travis with an excited urgency.
"That's it, Daddy, eat my hole!" my son cried.
I shot the second time.
I was hyperventilating now. It took me a second to get the energy to pause the video. Daddy was just pulling out.
I looked down at my load. Not as heavy as the first, but jesus it was heavier than it had a right to be. I was grateful now that I hadn't chickened out or let my guilt stop me from subscribing to Travis's videos.
I took more of a break this time. I got some water and checked some work emails. I knew I wanted another cum, but i was in my 50s. I'd need some recovery time.
Finally, I was ready. I already knew this would be a video I'd savor for many sessions. I resumed it and wondered it was going to go where I dreamed it might.
It did. Cornfed grabbed some lube and slicked up his cock before lining it up with my sons hole, teasing it some.
"First time on camera, right?" he asked Travis.
My son's adorable smile showed as he nodded. "Fuck yeah. Figure it was time for those guys to watch me get fucked."
Cornfed gave him a quick kiss then leaned up and hissed. "Let's show them, then."
And like that I was watching another man penetrate my stud son's hot ass.
I held off stroking and just let my cock ache in hardness as I watched. I knew instinctively this was not Travis's first cock. But the virginity idea hit me deep, and the men on screen were playing it up.
Travis leaned back and stroked his big dick and came hard, shooting ropes on his ripped torso.
Cornfed kept fucking, but within a minute he was getting close, too. I watched him approach his nut and started stroking myself, trying to time my third cum with the ejaculation inside my son. It was pretty close. Watching that Daddy orgasm and hearing his grunt sent me firing.
By now, I was feeling spent and overstimulated. I had to shut the video and focus on something besides what I saw.
****
I had a Chicago sales call the following week. I gave Travis some space, telling him I'd be in the city more now and if he had other plans, he shouldn't feel obligated to meet up this time.
"Nonsense, Dad," he said. "I have some evening clients that day but I could meet you after."
I had a business dinner anyway, so I told him I'd come to Boystown for a change, and meet him for a drink around 9:30.
God, he looked like a million bucks, his workout clothes fitting his form well. He had an amazing body on camera, but up close his muscle seemed firmer, bigger. I had a fleeting thought that I should hire him as my personal trainer.
I was tempted to have a normal evening, but it had been weighing on my mind. The need to come clean. Not all of it of course, but halfway through our first drink I dropped the bombshell.
"Trav... I know how to bring this up, but I know about your videos," I said quietly.
I expected a sense of shame or embarrassment, but Travis mostly just seemed surprised. "Did someone tell you?" he asked.
I shook my head, letting out more than maybe I should. "No, I just stumbled on one."
That made my son grin. "So you watched me?" he asked with a gentle laugh.
The fact that my son didn't seem put off by me watching him made my heart pound and my mind go where it shouldn't. But I lied. "No... when I saw it was you...." I didn't know how to explain, maybe because there was no good explanation.
Travis's laid back nature put me at ease some. "I didn't know you were into gay stuff, Dad," he said with an easy smile. I could tell he was happy with that knowledge. Maybe it made him feel less of an outcast in the family or something.
"I guess I have a bi streak when it comes to porn," I admitted. I figured it was the least I could own up to, since I'd practically admitted it already. "But you're not telling your mother," I added with a playful smile of your own.
"Don't worry, Dad," he assured me. "Um, does she know about my porn life."
"No," I said. "No guarantees someone won't tell her, though."
He nodded. "Yeah, I figure. I mean, I'm not ashamed of it, Dad. I enjoy it and it's good money coming in. I'll probably be able to buy a nice condo in a year or so."
I shook my head with a little wince. For as much as I'd perved to my son, a father doesn't like hearing this kid is doing something which may harm him. "I hope you don't mind that I brought it up."
Travis patted my leg. Not flirty, but affectionate. "Nah, it's good you did. I don't like keeping secrets." He took as sip of his drink then continued, "Can I ask you a personal question?"
"Depends," I said. Nervous for what he was going to ask.
"So, when you came across my vid, you must have been watching some other stuff, right?"
"Yes," I replied softy.
Travis's expression got a little naughty grin. "Like, what kind of stuff?"
"Travis!" I admonished him.
"Come on, Dad," he coaxed me, undaunted. "It's just porn. All guys watch it."
God, there was something so assured and open about my son's embrace of sexuality that had me opening up to him. "There are a couple of guys that I like," I said, naming two of the Only Fans models I'd seen Travis paired with: MusclePupXXX and MrCakes.
I could tell my son was glad I told him. A secret between us, and maybe a bond. "I know those guys," he smiled. "I can hook you up with one if you like."
"Jesus!" I swore. Then gaining my calm, I tried to respond with a quip, "In case you don't remember, I'm a married man."
He shrugged. "It's just sex. I mean, men are pigs right?"
I worried maybe my son was way too jaded and that doing porn hadn't helped him. A scary idea occured to me. "Trav... you're not hustling are you?" I'd been afraid to ask.
Travis sighed. "It's not like that, Dad," he said. I wish he'd come out and said "no." But I got some assurance out his reply. "I like doing porn and that's good enough for me. It helps me build my client base up, too."
"For real?" I asked. For some reason I hadn't thought there would be a benefit to doing those videos.
"Oh yeah," my son explained. "I get so much business from guys who want me as a trainer."
"What? Do you sleep with them?" Then I held my hands up. "You know what? That's none of my business."
"You really wanna know," Travis was challenging me. "I don't charge them for it, but yeah, if they're hot and there's chemistry, then I'll have sex with them. It's fun and I've met a lot of hot guys that way. They're happy, too." He paused and gauged my reaction. "You don't approve, do you?"
I sighed and shook my head. "It's me who's worried about you not approving," I said.
Travis seemed surprised. "For watching gay porn? Dad, that's like the most normal thing ever. Seriously."
Our conversation turned to more normal day-to-day stuff, but when I got back to my hotel, I was glad I'd cleared the air with Travis. I felt like he had a closer bond now.
***
My next trip was a few weeks later. I'd hoped to treat Travis to dinner, but I had a business engagement that kept me till late. I texted my son to see if he was up for meeting me for a drink somewhere. He said sure and I grabbed an Uber to meet him closer to his neighborhood.
He wasn't alone. As I walked into the place, I saw him sitting next to a guy. Shorter, compact muscle that showed through his tight T-shirt. Trimmed beard, cute as fuck. It was MusclePupXXX.
"Hey Dad, I brought my friend Mike along," he explained. I played it cool and shook the guy's hands. The dude's eyes were on me, lecherous but playful at the same time. I was annoyed at Travis but also feeling an ego boost that this stud friend of his would be into me.
The next fifteen minutes was excruciating though. Trying to have a conversation with my son and small talk with this stranger at the same time. Processing my conflicting emotions.
Finally, Mike excused himself to the restroom. Travis had a shit-eating grin.
"Trav, what the fuck?" I growled.
He seemed undaunted. "Come on, Dad. Mike thinks your hot. It's your fantasy on a silver plate. Bang a porn star. No strings, no worries."
"I can't," I complained.
"If you don't wanna, no skin off my back," he said. "Honest, Dad, I'm not trying to piss you off. Just thought you'd enjoy it."
Mike came back, interrupting our conversation. We'd finished the drink, when Travis said he had to go. "I have a 6AM client," he explained, getting up from the bar seat.
Mike looked over at me, trying to read what I was going to do.
"I think I may stay for another," I said, blushing the minute I said it.
Mike didn't miss a beat. "I will too. Later, bro?" he said to Travis, giving him a fist bump then getting up for a gay-dude hug and kiss.
The remainder of the evening went down pretty much as you'd expect. Heavy eye contact then me taking MusclePupXXX back to my hotel room, where I got a real porn star blow job before pulling him off and asking if I could fuck him.
This wasn't some DL Craigslist BJ. This was real, honest to god man-to-man sex, and it ws incredible. I pounded this muscle hunk in multiple positions and he was every bit the power bottom he was on screen. It occurred to me that he was getting the father of another guy who'd fucked him and that was a big part of the turn on for him. The idea got me off, too, and I nutted hard in his hole, collapsing onto his back as I caught my breath.
I thought I'd feel guilty after but that orgasm had put me in a good mood. We showered together, softly making out and exploring each other's soapy wet bodies.
"So, my son didn't pay you for that, did he?" I asked, not accusing in tone, more curious.
Mike grinned and reached down to cup my genitals. "Nah. You're hot, man. You're a good fuck too. You should hit me up next time you're in Chicago."
"So you live here," I said dumbly. For some reason I thought maybe Mike was just visiting from New York or LA.
"Best city on Earth," he nodded proudly. "And Midwestern guys are the hottest."
With that he turned around and backed his meaty ass against my now hard again dick. Yeah, round two sounded amazing.
***
The next time I visited, I fucked MusclePupXXX again. A quickie in the afternoon, before my work dinner. It felt naughty as hell.
He called me Daddy during sex, and I let a "son" or two slip out. That both worked us up big time, and it was clear my relation to Travis was in the back of our minds. It was still in the back of my mind when I met Travis later on for dinner. He didn't ask me about Mike and I wondered if he knew. But he had a knowing look about something.
Summer came, and the work travel slowed. I followed my son on OnlyFans as he went to Barcelona and Fire Island. He was bottoming more now, and he seemed to be with older men more. Daddy types. CornfedDaddy made a regular appearance when he was back in Chicago, and I half wondered if they were dating.
Travis was out of town the next time I went to Chicago for work, but MusclePup Mike was there. I had him over to my hotel after dinner and he stayed over the night. We went at it deep with the dad-son thing. I knew it was wrong, but I was SO turned on doing it. And it thrilled Mike, too. The more I was "Dad" for him the more eagerly he bounced on my cock.
"You're incredible," I said to him the next morning as I brought him a coffee from the hotel lobby. I'd gotten showered and dressed for my morning meeting.
Mike had buzzed-short hair and looked adorable first thing in the morning. "You're not getting feeling for me are you, Mr. Connors?" He'd taken to calling me by my last name. I let him.
I shook my head. "No. Just living out a midlife crisis, I suppose."
That made him break out in a goofy grin. Mike was short, 5'7" or so, and his compact build looked all bulked up with his brawn. "Well, lucky for you that midlife crises are my speciality," he grinned, leaning forward and unzipping my suit trousers.
I set down my coffee and felt the silky soft mouth go down on me. For all our time together, Mike had never sucked me to completion. He was going to now. I gently ran my fingers through his hair as he worked me more eagerly and got me to the finish line. I came hard down his throat and was grateful that that made bottoms as hot as MusclePup Mike.
"That gonna last you today, Daddy?" he asked with a lewd smile.
"It should," I replied, meeting him for a soft kiss and tasting my own cum on his lips.
***
Travis bought his condo. Lakeview, modern, amazing 1 bed room. He was proud and happy and clearly eager to show it off to me. The furnishing was still sparse and Travis talked a mile a minute about his plans for decorating the place and making it feel like home.
He walked me over to the window and described how his view was protected because of the park across the street. I patted his shoulder.
"It's an amazing place, son," I said. "You did well."
Travis kind of leaned into me some, and I saw a look in his eye. Gone was the confident assured porn star. There was my son, questioning me. I knew then that Mike had told him stuff. And I knew what was on Travis's mind.
"You know," I said. "I lied to you before. I've watched your videos. All of them."
That made my son smile. There was the confident sex machine coming to life. "Yeah, what did you think?" his voice had almost a gravely sound and I knew he was turned on.
"They were the hottest goddamn thing I've ever seen in my life," I hissed.
Our lips met. Soft at first, then hard charging. We'd built up too much lust to take it easy. Travis's hands were unbuttoning my dress shirt and I was tugging at the hem of hit T.
"Fuck... we gonna do this, Dad?" he growled with lust.
"If we don't I'll have the worst blue balls in the world," I replied.
This was so wrong, and that forbidden nature fueled our excitement. We stepped back and stripped for each other. Then Travis took my hand and led me to his bedroom.
"You're gonna be the first guy to fuck me here," he said naughtily. Our naked bodies clung to one another on the bed, father cock against son cock, as we made out. Travis scooted from my grip and fumbled for some lube. I equally fumbled prepping myself and getting in place. The fuck was rushed, too rushed. I came within a minute of entry and my son didn't seem to do better.
But we lay on the bed side by side, holding hands and grinning at each other. Cocks still hard. My first load inside my son, his streaming and liquefying on his chest.
"I can't believe I just fucked JakeTheJock," I joked, and Travis laughed.
"Would you ever consider doing that on camera?" he asked.
That shocked me, but Travis added, "You could wear a mask, no one would know it was you, Dad. Think about it. It would be hot as fuck."
I would think about it. That was the crazy thing. My son had a way of upending my world.
But for now, I didn't want any cameras or onlookers. I just wanted it to be me and Trav. He smiled at me and squeezed my hand. Then he climbed on top of my naked body and kissed me deeply as he bucked his slick ass against my boner. My hands possessively felt up his gym-perfected body and decided I was going to get in real shape myself.
For now, Travis seemed into me, into my dad bod, into fucking around with his actual father. I felt him shift angle and my rigid shaft entered a now more pliable, open hole as my son sank down on me.
I had an hour before I had to go get ready for my meeting, and I was going to make the most of it.
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Oh boy.
I intentionally avoided posting any thing about the allegations against Tenoch yesterday because I require time to process information. I needed time to give my brain a rest. This still feels a bit too soon. I will never be one to say Tenoch or anyone else would, "never do something like that." Because I have no idea. I'm hoping that the allegations aren't true. This post is my way of venting. It is in no way meant to persuade anyone else on what they should think or feel about this situation. And certainly not meant to be proof or evidence of why it happened or didn't happen. I don't know. None of us knows.
1. The framing of the dissemination of this information as "news." My biggest issue is that I've seen a lot of Twitter accounts pick up the same link that appears to be the outlet that first brought the Tweet by Maria Elena Rios to light (reforma.com). I don't know what journalistic standards this outlet follows, so I won't speculate. I did check to see if any well-established US outlets had Tweeted anything (Associated Press, Reuters, CNN, MSNBC), and as of roughly 30 min. ago they had not.
So far, all we really have are glorified Retweets, not a news story. There are A LOT of accounts with well designed pages that have all the hallmarks of looking like "official" news organizations, but they are not. It takes virtually no time or effort to Retweet something and start an avalanche. It's a trend that has bothered me for the last decade or so. Journalism requires independently verifying information you have received. It's going to multiple sources to corroborate the information. It's at the very least attempting to reach out to the involved parties to get their statements. It's reviewing public records and court filings to see what has been officially documented. And not to say that WON'T happen at some point, but it sure as hell isn't going to happen within 24 hours. It will take time and we STILL may never know the full story.
2. We should believe victims. ABSOLUTELY! In this particular instance and from this vantage point, Maria is only his accuser. It has not yet been established that she is his victim. I understand that she is a victim involving another individual, and thank goodness she survived that horific attack. However, as it pertains to Tenoch, I don't think interjecting alleged sexual assault in a Tweet focused on a different issue is enough to automatically leap to saying she was absolutely, 100%, without a doubt victimized by Tenoch. If it happened I would hope Maria would take legal action, given she was comfortable enough to make the accusation publicly under her name. Even then, she is not required to do so (which is why I say we may never know what did or didn't happen). I would imagine navigating the justice system in Mexico is no less stressful as navigating the justice system in the US. There are valid reasons for women not subjecting themselves to (potentially) years of legal struggles. But I also hope she wouldn't be so reckless as to throw out an allegation and not allow Tenoch to formally defend himself, assuming he denies these allegations. Once again, something that requires TIME.
3. To all those I have interacted with over the past few months on this site, know that I luv ya! I value our time together here. Regardless of what you've said or haven't said about this situation, that hasn't changed. I'm choosing to reserve judgement because that's how I am and how I will always be. I respect that everyone is not like me (thank God). Like many others, I will suspend posting here because, if for no other reason, I know how to read a fucking room. Let's all be kind and respectful to one another. To those folks who interact with me regularly, don't hesitate to DM me.
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I think would be a great idea for you to make a video talking about Gen and Danneel doing black magic. I think people would be interested in your conversation with the psychic guy by your guys messaging each other. After I did read of screenshots from your last post. I am hooked and hungry for want know more information about it, plus I want your opinion about Gen too.
By the way, did the psychic guy message you again? Because I am dying to know what he said more about Danneel and Jensen.
Hello Anon, thank you for the ask. So he and I have been talking some. Some of the same stuff has been said by him multiple but also by me in different words in multiple posts. For a point of reference, this is the first of these screenshots I posted regarding Danneel and Gen's black magic. I have a few more messages I will share below as well. He and I did talk about Hilarie Burton. I know quite a few anti Danneel folks here don't like Hilarie as well, some have said she comes across as fake and such. Interesting fact about Hilarie, she is actually not an incarnated demon like Danneel is but is instead an incarnated dark Faye. Hmmm, does Danneel in fact have a brunette lover or did she just hang out with a brunette? Some people might think she is in fact talking about Steve, which a lot of fellow anti Danneel bloggers here would know about ha ha. The psychic guy did tell a little more about Danneel's said illnesses and a couple more things.
I just might make a video Anon if there's enough demand for it since it takes time to do research, put together screenshots like this, make the video, edit as needed, etc.
As for my opinion on Gen, now that is something I didn't really elaborate on but it can be implied by more recent posts of mine, I don't exactly hold her on a pedestal. Before I elaborate on my opinions of Gen, I wanted to take a chance to address something I recently saw. Namely, a post someone sent me where it seems an Anon was talking about my Hooters post and where the answer talked about how normal that is going to places like that and how this is crucifying him or perhaps holding him to impossible standards. Now come on, I am no Jared hater and in fact overall like him a lot. No one escapes my observations for better or for worse, Jared and Gen included. I do however just about always defend my friends and family, even if I end up telling them they are wrong in private. I never embarrass my friends or family on purpose and wouldn't do this my partner if I had one unlike Gen ha ha.
Because of the fact I am a personality theories nerd, if anyone is familiar with the MBTI I'm big time ENTP. Of course, labels don't describe everything and we are more than just certain things but I am mentioning this because I question EVERYTHING and EVERYONE, it's what I do. Some people just need to get over this.... anyways onto the real topic, just wanted to share that fun fact about myself and a tidbit of my general personality with you all.
I decided to take this opportunity to share screenshots from a Reddit thread on others' opinions on men who frequently go to places like Hooters, Tilted Kilt, Coyote Ugly, and then the other ones mentioned in the screenshots below. I will say especially this comment in my opinion, 'cause it is extremely relevant for why I question this whole Hooters frequenting of Jared's in my book (and notably without Gen being there for the more recent times in recent years): "Depends on context. Once in a while for a birthday party or guy’s night is fine. Routinely/regularly on his own? That’s weird." I like people getting multiple perspectives thrown into one, 'cause I can. That's just how I roll, kids! But hey, if you want to see some other sites that talk about this, you can also check out this Quora question, this Askmen thread (where of course a lot of the guys who answered said it's merely a woman being insecure), another Reddit thread where her husband keeps lying about going to places like this, this girlsaskguys thread, you guys get the idea at this point, don't cha?!
And I am pretty sure this is exactly what all these "crazy, insecure women" are thinking these Hooters waitresses and such are thinking, summarized in a catchy song "Don't Cha" by the Pussycat Dolls. 🎶I'd probably be just as crazy about you if you were my own man🎶
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Nah but man for real, I found it funny how the same day Coyote Ugly photos came out, Gen's hair stylist or something posted this. Was this to validate herself or just her position in her cushy lifestyle. Oops, I meant as Jared's loving wife and mother of 3 children... or did I? Here I answered someone earlier today about Jared going from wanting to retire to being a producer and then ended up being both the lead character and the Executive Producer on his Show "Walker". I provided plenty of direct quotes to show what is being officially said about why he changed his mind on staying in acting. Note that I said officially there being the keyword in the last sentence. My real opinion? I think that Jared started to realize that because he spent so much time away from home that he in a way feels like an outsider, an issue that might've been exasperated by the COVID lockdowns. I can't for the life of me find where that interview was originally from, so if someone wants to chime in I'll gladly give credit :D
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Now I'm going to bring up a couple of quotes directly from this video that was from their Walker Interview on "The Talk" from April 2021 after the midseason finale of Walker. Again coming straight out of Jared and Gen's mouths.
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9:48 What has it been like to to get to work together and live together again? Jared: "Uhh it's been pretty magical I think I think I'll kind of echo something that Gen said earlier which is it's really nice you know. I think as it happens often times mothers will umm put their passions and their talents aside uh when having kids.
And annoying so below,
10:12 Um more often than not it's because the fathers are useless. I know I can say that as far as I go, and so she kind of stepped aside from acting for about nine years to make sure that our kids didn't perish so thank god but now seeing her work again in her elements. You know she had gone to school and acted she had her own TV show and then we had met on the TV, she had done movies and this and that and so to be able to show her off you know during COVID times.
Con't.
10:55 During COVID times my kids can't come to set because we're all tested regularly. You have to be part of a certain uh grouping tha tyou can only talk with people that you work with, we're all wearing masks and we're all distancesd and so I can't bring friends or family or my kids to set but I can have my wife there because she's on show as well.
11:03 to 11:12: It's date day. So there have been I'll admit there have been a few times where we've been on set and it'll be like 5pm and we're both wrapped. We're like well if we wait a couple hours then the kids will be asleep by the time we get home.
Gen starts laughing and says (I think) don't admit that.
11:16 to 11:26: They won't see it, they won't know until a couple more years. (Gen briefly says "catch dinner") Yeah we're gonna be like pretending, let's pretend we're still filming. Uh, let's tell the babysitter we're still filming and let's go get some sushi or something"
11:36 onward And of course, Gen takes a moment to talk about her pet project TOWWN here. Is this about the show Walker or is this about the Jared and Gen show?
Well Jared she certainly made her stance clear in this interview with Dave Hollis (partial transcript included in my post here) how she really felt about you coming home to live with her. Just saying...
"This is the first time I lived with my husband. I know that sounds really crazy but my husband had been filming a TV show for 15 years in Vancouver so when all of this started you know he came down here. He had 2 episodes left and then that was the completion of the series. Personally, it meant that I had to live with him and deal with coparenting which was really stressful like the thought of it. And to make that work, and it was crazy because we were always in this tight bubble with just us and our kids and it really was simplifying. It was you know like the layers are gone. The interference is gone, drama is kinda out the window in a way, and we got to really simplify basic needs. It's so weird how much unlayering we had to do and that's what I'm finding through all of this is a lot of unlayering to get to the core".
"I was just talking to someone about this that my favorite relationship with him is a work relationship. Sometimes it's hard to be married to him because he's like, Jared is so interesting because he's so analytical. I mean my husband, I'm going to toot his horn because he's literally one of the smartest human beings I've ever met in my life and it's annoying because he will correct you on words you think he didn't even know. I have a book of SAT words just because I'm like I am going to get him. And so I'll just casually talk about something and use a crazy word in a sentence and he'll be like well you pronounced it incorrectly. It's so frustrating. Also in our marriage he's very giving and emotional and supportive. He's supportive in everything that I've done and I feel really lucky and grateful. I think even more so when it comes to work he is your biggest cheerleader and it's going to be a lot of time together.
But funny enough, I think we'll be better at work than sometimes we are at home. Because I'm like, this is how the kids are, this is how I like them, this is the order that I like things in. And it's hard for me to let go I think, at home. but at work, it's just a really nice exchange and I feel really lucky, and he'll sit there too. If he's not working, he'll take it, pull up a chair and talk on the phone and watch at me and I can hear him bragging about me and whether he's doing it for my benefit I don't know but it makes me feel good and I feel really lucky that he does stuff like that."
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Cute how they bring the kids to the set of Walker at times like they did in the promos last week, ain't it? However, being the questioner I am I wondered after a friend brought up a great point: "why didn't she and Jared celebrate watching the Total Solar Eclipse together on April 8, 2024, which was yesterday?" Not like COVID is preventing Gen from bringing the kids on the set CLEARLY. AND why was she NOT taking this amazing chance to advertise the cool Walker Eclipse glasses (therefore advertising HER and HER HUSBAND'S show) but instead chose to advertise yet another company in her IG story? Another affiliate partnership that's probably gonna rake in less dollars than you know, her husband's show (I meant the "family project")? Dunno you all decide...
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I mean also funny how in the post below she was seen wearing one of these "less cool" types of Eclipse glasses during the 2017 Solar eclipse, which I'm saying 'cause they're not as snazzy or sunglasses like. So, not buying the whole "it's because it's more fashionable" type of logic or "she can do whatever she wants". Sure she can but she's in the public eye so her actions and such are free game to criticism. Bite me!
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Point is, Gen is just a walking advertisement. She is fake, she's clearly all about her cushy lifestyle she didn't truly earn (looking at you, black magic!), and frankly I'm pleased that she's got a long ass sentence in "hell" ahead of her (which is funnily enough way longer than Danneel's actually). Also, is it just me or is there something weird about this page excerpt she selected from the book and then comparing it to the attire she chose for the Mom2Summit event this weekend in Nashville, TN? As if the following book excerpt isn't somehow telling about how she REALLY feels without actually saying how she feels...
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Notice the color of her pants in that post Charlie made has her in turquoise pants. And then go read the above. It starts with: "When we're married, I want us to work together. We'll be a team, and I won't leave you out of matters the way my dad did my mom.
She wishes Harv hadn't told her all of this. If he was only using her to prop up his family name, it would be easier to leave him. But he wants a true partnership, one where he would welcome her opinions and thoughts." Another part says towards the end of the page "She pictures Ko Lipe from her poster, the inviting turquoise waves. Her dress flutters around her legs as she heaves one leg over the railing, then the other. On her tiptoes, she surveys the water below her. It's no Thai island but it'll do.
She jumps." Also note where she underlined: "Too many expectations. Too many people in her ear saying they're not asking for too much. She gives and gives but still it's not enough."
Not sure how much she's giving here because she's been handed everything on a silver platter and fed by a silver spoon her entire life but what do I know? Turns out she even walked away during this summit towards the end to "take a phone call". From who, your husband who once said was ignoring you in a video and said "come on pick up" in? Feeling a bit petty right now XD
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My bottomline view of Gen is, she tries to portray herself as this homestead type of crunchy Earth hippy mom but then when you look at her closely enough she is a much bigger liar than Danneel is and is much more fake. She is not this great, super supportive wife that Jared for some dumb ass reason keeps trying to make her out to be. For example, I find it funny how just last week she was all about promoting Walker, even including filming Jared with Odette and Shep. Cute right? Until I realized that they didn't even share the moment of the Total Eclipse yesterday, let alone Gen advertised yet another affiliate product instead of her own husband's show. I honestly don't believe the whole oh we can't bring the kids on set rule during COVID. If y'all are the bosses (oh sorry, there's really only 1 and that's Jared NOT Gen) you can make exceptions. What is the CDC gonna do, arrest you for bringing your kids to work? They could've made them stay stuck to their iPads or something, not that hard to social distance unless they're unruly. But then again being the wittle rebel I can be at times, I just think outside the box a lot. Heck, I brought my kid to work with me to my job during COVID and when he did them online schooling sessions and all that on iPad, ain't it so nice being able to work for family? ♥
#divination#psychic#anti genevieve#anti influencers#anti jarevieve#pada marriage is a mess#psychic messages#black magic
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An old missive From Ms Lane
You should fear what this might do to you.
MsReneeLane 48F Dom
For a long time I have thought that women needed a physical place where we could push the envelope of Domme Fem and the limits of male consent. Think about an actual OWK but let's make it a Queendom. Also, this time, let it truly be run by women. It has all been fantasy but lately I've been involved in a project that might fund it.
My rumination of the Queendom led me to think about institutionalization. This is something that people who work in mental health and prisons worry about. And, they should. However when I read about it and thought about our slaves in the Queendom I got all slippery..............
"Institutionalization is an often-deliberate process whereby a person entering the institution is reprogrammed to accept and conform to strict controls that enables the institution to manage a large number of people with a minimum of necessary staff.
(1) Depersonalize from the beginning. The process of denying the person their old identity starts when the inmate enters the door, including weighing, photographing, fingerprinting, searching, bathing, disinfecting, removal of personal possessions and dressing in undifferentiated clothing.
(2). Force a break with the outer world. Separate the person from the external world. Deny them visitors. Force them to face into the institution rather than hanker after external contact. Allow visitors only as a reward for acceptance of institutional rules. After a visit, watch how they behave carefully and only allow subsequent visits if they show no signs of rejecting the institution.
(3) Force obedience Unquestioning obedience is forced by harsh punishment, both psychological and physical. The person may be required to 'willingly' engage in humiliating acts. There may be deliberate 'will-breaking' activities, typically as a part of the 'welcoming' initiation rites.
(4) Destroy the self....................Forcing obedience acts to destroy self-determination. This may be continued to the point where the inmate does not even know who he or she is. Attacking them with verbal abuse continues to erode their sense of an integrated self. Giving them menial tasks show them as inferior.
(5) A simple and powerful method is to deny them even their name, reducing them to a number. Everything that they possess, even bedding, may be regularly changed, so they cannot even form attachments to inanimate objects.
(6) Physically assault them Physical handling, defacing them with tattoos, shock therapy and more teaches them that not even their bodies are sacred and are under the control of the institution.
(7) Control every aspect of their lives Controlling every element of their lives takes away their ability to decide. When they speak, how they eat, how and when they use the toilet, may all be controlled. What they do, including the repetition of futile and useless work is dictated to them.
(8) Normalize. The model of outer and inner worlds mirrors the individual's outer and inner world. The institution needs to create inner models where the institution is introjected as accepted normality and the outside the institution is projected as a bad object. The process of institutionalization is complete when the inmate fears and rejects the outside world, feeling at home only within the institution. Of course this brings another problem when the inmate leaves, but this may not be the concern of the institution, although it may have a period before release in which it seeks to de-institutionalize the inmate."
Jeepers. It's like someone wrote me the playbook. I'm know I'm bad. You don't have to tell me. I am worried about the power corrupting the women of the my Queendom. The fear is not without merit. I don't want to scare anyone from engaging in FLR but I want you to remember that we are playing with very dangerous forces. One can release something in your guard. Check out this site about how power invades the soul.
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Stanford_Prison_Experiment_(film)
Of course you shouldn't worry about the women. Imagine what this regime might be do to you.
Date Apr 19, 2021
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BTS Reaction : Eid Edition
Note: In case of V it's in continuation/ same universe as Ramadan Reaction, feel free to check that out first.
Reader is Muslim and friends with BTS
BEFORE YOU READ:-
There are two Eids, one marking the end of Ramadan (the Holy month in which Muslims fast)-> Eid ul Fitr also called the sweet eid because sweets are the focus at meals and the other is Eid ul Adha marked by the end of Hajj (the holy pilgrimage that is done at a specific time) 7
Other meanings given at the end. If something is confusing please let me know. I've tried to make it accurate to the best of my knowledge.
Read also : BTS Ramadan Reaction
Warning ⚠️: Don't like Don't read.
Kim Namjoon
On one of the many conversations you had had with Namjoon you had mentioned how back home you waited to watch the moon on the last day of Ramadan.
The crescent that showed up indicated Eid-ul- Fitr.
Still you were surprised when he showed up at your apartment with a picnic set, carefully buying and ordering *halal food and snacks.
"Surprise."
You would be more excited if you weren't exhausted to the bone as exciting as Ramadan was it did catch up on your energy levels. Also the prospect of cleaning on Eid was less exciting since you really didn't have any great plans for Eid. It didn't seem exciting if you were alone.
Still Namjoon showing up was like an Eid Miracle.
So on what might had ended as a bittersweet night ended up in a fun night where you hung out in a camp site waiting for the moon to show and roasting things in the camp fire and discussing everything under the stars.
And when the moon finally showed up your smile resembled it.
Kim Seokjin
⚠️ don't come at me !!!
Seokjin had accompanied you to your house before but nothing could prepare him for the feast that was whipped up on Eid.
"Auntie, its delicious." He complimented mouth stuffed.
"Have some more, kids these days eat so little."
"Auntie honestly if I knew I was going to get such delicious food I would have come starving. It really is good."
Your mother is pleased. So she packs food for him.
"You really need to give me the recipe Auntie. " He tells her.
"Whenever you want to eat I will cook for you."
"Ah he's so nice if he were a Muslim boy I'd have gotten you married." Your mother tells you in your native toungue.
"Nah never."
"What did she say?"
"Trust me you don't want to know."
"Is she saying we should get married?" He jokes .
"How did you know?" You say flabbergasted
"Aren't I a dream son in law?" He winks
You make a gagging sound to let him know exactly what you think about that.
Your mom hits your arm at your 'misbehaviour' in front of guests.
"Don't act to smartly, my mom regularly speaks to the mom's of my Korean friends, you might just find yourself married." You tell him threat evident.
"You won't do that to me."
You look at him so as to say 'try me'.
He gulps nervously.
Min Yoongi
Days before Eid you had been at the height of excitement. You had gotten approval on your leave and had your tickets booked too. Except because of a work emergency you had to cancel your plans.
Atleast it was a Sunday on Eid. Your family was miffed too.
So when on a Sunday you got a call from work you were ready to throw your phone. Except you were an adult with bills who couldn't act so childishly.
Apparently someone had forgotten to save the files you had all worked overtime on.
In the end duty called still you decided to atleast wear your eid outfit who cares if people on the public transport looked at you.
What you weren't expecting was decorations in the meeting room and a feast spread out. And streamers released the moment you stepped in.
You did end up tearing up. Apparently, Yoongi your office bestfriend had talked to your boss and other colleagues since everyone felt bad for you because you couldn't enjoy your well deserved leave.
You later come to know Yoongi had pulled an all nighter and made the food himself as the rest of the office decorated the meeting room and it had been tough to hide this from you.
He even had to go on an extra shopping trip to gather all ingredients. Still it was worth it seeing you so brightened instead of disappointed as you had been previously slaving away.
"Is it good?" Yoongi asked.
"A+" You returned
"Eid Mubarak Y/nie."
"Eid Mubarak Yoongi-ah."
Jung Hoseok
Hoseok was always a social person and so when you invited him along to the Eid Party organised by the International Students committee. He had no reason to say no.
For Him it was a day of discoveries. He dressed up nicely but conservatively because that seemed like a theme with you, his sole source of information.
For the most part you had been busy with the preparation along with other members busy coordinating events and activities. You didn't have time to hang out with Hoseok and your other Korean classmates/ friends.
Hobi had shown up timely at the event.
"Eid Mubarak y/n." He said and gave you flowers because he had no idea about Eid Customs but every one liked flowers right?
"Thank you Hobi, thanks for coming."
You had introduced him to other people all of them dressed differently he noted.
"You look good." You said to your friend.
"Say 'Mashallah' Y/n."
"Sorry, Mashallah you are looking gorgeous."
"What does that mean?" Hoseok asks.
"It means basically like it's to protect you from evil eye." You reply.
"It is basically what God has willed so in this case like God willed some should look nice. Another term that is used is Subhanallah that means God is beautiful and used to say like .. um God is beautiful and likes beautiful things."
"That makes sense but also all of you are wearing different clothes...Don't you have a Muslim dress?" Hoseok questioned.
Someone laughed at the question and another person elbowed them.
"Hoseok there is nothing like Muslim dress we all belong to different ethnicities and dress and even eat different foods so we have things which aren't allowed for eg pork and alcohol but otherwise Islam is a religion, Muslims are followers and having same religion doesn't mean we are same culturally like a Christian from the west isn't a copy of one from the east." The head of the committee explained.
"Oh that makes sense." Hobi replied.
"That reminds me there's a dabke* dance performance soon. Y/n told us you're into dancing. You might like it."
And like it Hoseok did.
Jimin
On the day before Eid, Jimin asks if you want to try donuts at this new shop. You agree. Since it's near to the shop you're going to buy henna cones at.
First you go to buy henna and then eat donuts with which Jimin would have no problem except you seem lost in the phone busy looking up designs.
"Come on Y/n. Look at me, your phone is always with you."
"Sorry its just I need to figure out a good design."
Jimin pouts.
"Sorry Jiminie. I will pay attention. Happy now."
"Hmm fine."
Just then your phone rang. It was your mom.
"It's my mom give me aminute."
"Assalamualaikum.*" You said answering the phone.
"Walaikumassalam* I sent you your Eidi* Check your bank account."
"Thank you. I'm outside so I will check and text you ok?"
"Ok and eat something nice ok. Then let me know."
"Inshallah (If God wills) . Bye." You say cutting the phone.
"What happened?" Jimin asks.
"I'm rich for today do you want me to get you coffee." You ask
He raises a brow.
"I got gift money for Eid and since I'm going to a relatives house tomorrow I'm going to be loaded."
"Lucky you."
"You want to come?" You ask
"Won't it be awkward?" He returns.
"No its eid." You reply as if it explained everything.
And it wasn't awkward at all. Somehow he fit in perfectly. the house cat marked Jimins lap as his territory and Jimin spent most of the time petting him. Your cousins liked him and you were sure one of them developed a crush on him.
Taehyung
Taehyung wasn't expecting to be woke up so early after spending his night on video gaming.
Still there you were, with unidentified people standing behind you. Two females, one male and a so cute baby.
You introduce them as your aunt, your cousin and her family who had come to visit Korea for Eid Vacation but a miscommunication had messed up the hotel booking so needed accommodation for the day.
He would have said no but your kicked kitten look and a cute baby he could play with were too hard to resist.
So he opened his home turned the sofa bed into a bed and showed him the bathroom and went to sleep.
He woke up late noon. His drawing room clean and empty. He decided to check up on you.
On knocking your cousin's husband opened the door. Your house was lively and full of aromas. The female army he assumed was in the kitchen because he could hear voices from there.
Taehyung played with the little baby while your cousins husband set the dining table bringing foods from the kitchen.
Finally you came out cheeks stretching with a smile he didn't know you were capable of having.
"Thank you Taehyungie. Here have a date."
You said handing him a platter of stuffed dates.
He finally paid attention to the feast spread on the table. He didn't know names of many things.
"It's nice." He said.
Your aunt came from the kitchen and said something to you. You nodded.
You brought a plate.
"Do you want me to give you a selection or do you want to try taking yourself? "
So he filled his plate with sweets and other items.
One bite and he was in heaven.
You laughed and his facial expression.
"You liked it yes? Happy sweet eid Taehyung."
"Happy eid!! Everyone." He says.
"Eid Mubarak." Your family responds.
Your aunt says something to you.
"My aunt is grateful you let my cousin in law sleep at your home."
"It's ok. Its my pleasure. The food she cooked is very good, tell her that."
"How do you know I didn't cook it."
"I have tasted your cooking and to be fair..."
"Not a word Kim Taehyung if you know what's better for you."
Your cousin comes out. The family is leaving joining the tour they had come for. She hands you the gifts they had brought for you. Your Eidi.
Aunty gave Taehyung an envelope with Eidi too.
"Eid gift." You supplied before he asked. He nodded and let her pat his head.
She patted your head too. Then they left. Taehyung was very sad to part with the baby. Still you both had a lot of food to taste test.
"You have a lot of energy even after fasting the whole month." Taehyung commented remembering his attempt at fasting.
"I mean it's Eid after all. Oh and do you want to have dinner here or at home?" You ask.
"Can I call my friends over, they planned to crash at my place?" He asks.
"Sure, my friends are coming too."
"Oh."
"You didn't think all this food was for only the two of us did you?"
Jeon Jungkook
Jungkook had accompanied you to *home country* since he had always wanted to discover new places.
So when you booked your tickets for Eid Ul Adha.
All of it was a new experience for him. His new routine included the special element of feeding the goat which had come for slaughter.
You were worried he would get too emotionally attached. You remembered a younger you who was the same. Excited to have a pet goat and then on the day of Eid, learn it had turned into your favourite meal. The world was not a kind place.
At least your parents didn't make you watch, you had heard how some kids were woken up at dawn to be shown the sight. 'To strengthen their hearts' the old wives say. Others say 'it's so that you don't waste your food'.
Of course you know the story behind the slaughter.
So you told Jungkook as a way of comforting him when you broke the news.
"When God had asked his messenger to to slaughter what was the most dearest to him and he had sacrificed 10 camels and he still had that dream so he slaughtered 100 camels. God through his dreams still insisted what was 'most precious' to him. Then He'd decided to sacrifice his son who had been born towards the end of his life when he and his wife were convinced they were barren, who agreed to be the sacrifice but at the last moment God had replaced the messengers son with a ram. And now Muslims all over the world sacrifice animals for the same."***
"Oh I didn't know."
Your mother called you handing you the meat that was distributed. All the males of the house had left for the Eid Prayers.
Jungkook helped pick some up.
"Who do we give this too?" He asks.
"Basically the meat is divided into three parts. One third for the family, one third for the poor and needy and one third for relatives and neighbours."
Jungkook nodded doe eyes wide soaking up the information.
When you both did return from the rounds your weight didn't actually reduce because you recieved some from most houses you went to and you were sure Jungkook was having sugar rush from everyone feeding you sweets and you both even got Eidi from he older ladies.
Eid Mubarak indeed.
Jungkooks adventures however were far from over.
Dressed up and doused in Itr (pefume oil) and wearing a cap your father had gifted Jungkook which was going to be abandoned because it was hot outside, he was ready to fit in with the party goers.
Everyone was supposed to be gathered in your house in the evening. Before the sun was down your dad, you and Jungkook ended up setting the barbecue.
Knowing your father's tendency of pushing the hardworking on you because of his 'age'. You called over your cousins to help and dragged Jungkook away. He was a guest afterall.
Slightly bored because you got busy with hosting the evening. Jungkook brought out his camera.
The kids dressed to the nines gathered infront of him indicating that they wanted their pictures taken. Once he started doing so, he was an instant hit among the party.
Still Jungkook was satisfied by his day, he had newfound appreciation for you and cultures different from his own.
When the guest thinned out. You finally had time to sit with him. Eating Lamb skewers.
What could be better than this, good company, tastier food and happy memories.
☆☆☆FIN☆☆☆
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****Important Notice: This is the version of the Tale I remember reading. I cannot quote the source because I didn't find it on top of Internet search results.
MEANINGS
*halal : permitted ; opposite is haram not permitted. For eg pork , alcohol, taking interest in loans are not permitted.
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*dabke : a regional dance form
*Assalamualaikum: peace be upon you , used as a greeting
*Walaikumassalam: peace be upon you too , return of greeting
Wow this was a ride 😳
Hope you liked it.
🌟 eid mubarak🌙
As eidi send me compliments thank you 😊
I swear Jungkook's could be a drabble in itself the amount of restraint I had to show for my own well being. The original ideas were different in some cases like Joon and Jimin but I think these worked well.
Dear @mintsugarmy this is the result of your seduction. It was supposed to be light and simple but then I added information and then I got more ideas so the later reactions got longer.
Also like I didn't want it to be an infomercial but also didn't want to confuse people who read out of curiosity 😅
Do I have regrets? Always, because I don't think I've done justice to this but know I've tried my best.
Hope you have nice day. Borahae 💜💜💜
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Everything with a 4!
Alright, back to my regularly scheduled program😅
4.) which cryptyd being do you believe in?
I had to google this🙈 I was going to say aliens, but then I saw the list of characters. So I'll say Chupacabra because, why not.
14.) do you love the smell of earth after it rains?
It's not my top favorite scent, but I do enjoy it!
24.) if we were together on a rooftop, what would we be doing?
Psychoanalyzing Chenford and discussing what we wanted to see in The Rookie going forward.
34.) is there a song you know every word to by heart?
All Too Well (Taylor's Version) it took me years to get it down, but I finally got there😅
40.) did you have any snacks today?
Salt and Vinegar chips. I was too overwhelmed to make breakfast this morning, and couldn't realize why I was so irritable and on edge until I looked at the clock and realized it was nearing 12:30 and I hadn't eaten anything yet. So I snacked on some chips while I made a sandwich.
41.) how do you take your coffee?
At home: 2 Stevia packets and a tablespoon of creamer. Right now I'm using Eggo waffles creamer. It tastes like the milk after you eat french toast cereal bites.
At Dunkin: 3 cream, french vanilla swirl, no sugar.
Oh, and it always has to be decaf. For some reason caffeine majorly spikes my anxiety. I'll say I can handle it once every few years and inevitably that day will end in a panic attack and tears😅
42.) an app you frequently use besides this godforsaken site?
Facebook and Instagram
43.) what’s your take on spicy foods?
I'm all for some heat and a good kick. But I still want to be able to taste the food, not burn my taste buds off.
44.) you get a free pass to kill anyone, who is it?
Whoever invented insurance companies. The whole thing is an absolute racket.
45.) can you remember what happened yesterday?
Yes, because it wasn't a great day. Going to use this to get real for a moment. I found a lump in my left breast earlier this week, and went yesterday to get it checked. My doctor did detect a mass. She's fairly certain it's just a cyst and benign, but I have to have a 3D mammogram and Ultrasound to confirm.
I also was supposed to have a follow up with my pulmonologist to discuss my latest CT Scan, which I know showed improvement, but I didn't get a full explanation or plan of action because I was supposed to have an in person appointment yesterday. Well he canceled, and now I'm leaving for vacation without any updated insight to how my lungs are functioning.
2 days after I get back from vacation, I'm scheduled for a Pap smear, mammogram, ultrasound, and a pulmonology appointment all on the same day🤦🏼♀️
46.) favorite holiday film?
Already answered, but it's The Holiday!
47.) what was the last message you sent?
"His every day breakfast request! It used to be poptarts, but now it's chocolate chip pancakes"
We watch our neighbor's son in the morning and get him on the bus, so she can get to work. One morning my husband asked him if he wanted to make chocolate chip pancakes for breakfast, and that's been his go to breakfast for months now lol. That was in response to his mom saying he told her he likes breakfast at our house better😂
48.) when did you first try an alcohol beverage?
13. It was a wine cooler at a family gathering and I felt like a big shot. Looking back, if my first sip had been something like whiskey or vodka, I would have been turned off a lot longer, ha.
49.) can you skip rocks?
I've never tried, but I'm also not coordinated, so I'm gonna say no.
Thank youuuu, friend! I always enjoy these☺️
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Just double checking, but right now the characters you love are Yusuke, Ann, Sojiro, Futaba, and Morgana, you hate Makoto, Ryuji, and Mishima, and you're positive-to-neutral on everyone else?
It's, uh, not a good look for p5r that you hate three Very Important Characters when the parties for p4g and p3p were both FANTASTIC the whole way through >_<
Do we want a tier list before we reach what I assume is the backhalf of the game?
GODTIER: Yusuke and Morgana. Yusuke has held my hand and kept me playing this game multiple times, and Morgana has the most interesting arc going on. I'm super invested in wtf his deal is. He's my Teddie.
TOP TIER: Ann, Sojiro, and Futaba. Ann is only not godtier because the game doesn't give her enough to do, she's honestly the kindest character in Persona history. Sojiro is Best Dad and Futaba is already paying huge dividends on both being hilarious and relateable as hell. I was really surprised at how good she is honestly.
Oh and Kawakami, who has the best link in the game.
MID TIER: The Twins, Tae, Yoshida, Maruki. I like them! But they aren't, like, big enough players to hold a ton of sway.
Please god leave me alone: Ryuji, Makoto, Mishima. I can't believe people were right and Makoto is not the worst character in this game given how utterly atrocious her introduction was. I still do not like her but am forced to work with her a lot by the game so I'm getting over it I guess. She has a bit of Liara T'Soni Syndrome and it irks me to no end, since Ann def didn't get the same.
Ryuji and Mishima both piss me off regularly and also represent the worst of this game. They are idiots who are the mouthpieces of Why The Phantom Thieves Should Be Shut Down and at every turn they make worse and worse decisions. Mishima particularly is so fucking clueless to the power he wields and keeps using it badly, I want to slap him. The fucking ranking board on the site is beyond the fucking pale.
And Ryuji is Ryuji. I'm done with him.
????????: Akechi. No idea. Working on it.
Hilarious Tier: Sae. lmao. wow they did her so fucking dirty after her cool intro.
And anyone I haven't listed yet like Iwai, I don't know yet.
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why I love ofmd's editing so much (episode 4) part 2
Hello everyone! First of all, I want to thank everyone who liked the first part of this little meta and to those who decided to follow me after that. I was pleasantly surprised by it and I truly appreciate it. It's nice feeling you are not just screaming into the void.
Like I said before, my intention is to analyse the way the frankly brilliant editing of this show helps convey and explore the different themes presented by it. You can check the first part here where I analyse the first part of the opening sequence of episode 4 and the way the editing conveys in minutes the societal pressure around the arranged marriage of Mary and Stede. Now, I will try to show how the editing helps convey the state of discomfort both Mary and Stede feel after they have been forced to go on with the marriage. Buckle up. It gets wild.
Part 2. Discomfort
When I read the title of episode 4, the word “discomfort” stuck out to me for some reason. It’s a very peculiar word that I don’t see being used regularly. I'm probably biased since I'm not a native speaker of English but, still, there’s something with that word that just nagged me.
Like the nerd that I am, I went to look for its meaning in a dictionary and this is what I found:
a feeling of being uncomfortable physically or mentally, or something that causes this
Discomfort is also pain, usually not severe
The thesaurus bit had me cracking up. I’ll let you draw your own conclusions:
Back to editing, how do you show discomfort? More so when we can all agree that the discomfort we are dealing with here is more on the "mental" side of the spectrum. Well, you do so showing distance. Remember I mentioned in the previous post that the last time we saw two people siting together and, therefore, agreeing with something, establishing connections, was the last shot of mum and dad, a.k.a the heteronormies? Keep that in mind.
Once the marriage situation has been settled, we have the first cut to a different setting and the first shot we have is a close-up of Stede’s face, who is standing rigidly still as he speaks:
“I’m Stede, by the way”
We have another cut and now we have a close-up of Mary, who doesn’t look as stiff as Stede but is still very much not happy:
“I know. Mary.”
We have a beat with no dialogue until we hear Stede’s voice coming out of frame.
"Oh,"
Then we see his hand appear and, in a way, invade the space that had been Mary’s up to this point.
The tips of his stiff fingers barely touch her, the first point of contact in what had been separate and broken cuts.
“Yes”
Then we have another cut and, this time, the shot opens up and we can see the whole picture. Literally.
"I know." Stede says.
In contrast to the previous sequence were one could argue Stede and Mary were almost the same person, here the editing uses cuts, close-ups, and wide shots to bring our attention to the degree of discomfort Stede and Mary feel from the get go in the situation they are in, having to marry a complete stranger and, worse, having to pretend there’s a connection when there is absolutely nothing.
The first close-ups isolate both Stede and Mary, both refusing to reach out even when they are talking. Obviously this is to be expected; this the first time they are actually meeting in person and, if we look at their clothes, it’s happening right after their respective parents broke the news to them that they would have to marry. Remember both Stede and Mary had the expectation of marrying out of love and after forming a deep connection with the other person. This obviously is not what they wanted and both close up (pun intended), refusing to make any effort of connection beyond the bare minimum.
The bare minimum here is represented by Stede reaching out until he touches Mary’s shoulder with the tips of his fingers; however, instead of portraying this action as a friendly “we might as well make this bearable for each other” sort of situation, the editing chooses to have Stede’s voice come off screen and, worse yet, his hand begins invading what had been Mary’s space so slowly and tentatively that is painful to watch. Mary doesn’t even turn to look at it, she even looks like she gets more tense as the hand approaches menacingly until it makes contact. And don’t get me started on the contact. Look at this. I’m not exaggerating when I say I cringe every time I see it.
The editing gods decide then that we’ve had enough of cold close-ups and icy cuts, and give us a wide shot that finally has both Stede and Mary together inside the frame…but, nope, this is still discomfort.
There’s a disconnect as Stede is standing, somewhat far away, from Mary, who is sitting down. They are not at the same level. The only point of contact is Stede’s hand but we already established that it doesn’t count because it’s not conveying any sort real connection.
Nevertheless, what truly made me want to crawl out of my skin was the point of perspective we get as audience inside the shot, created through the placement of the camera and the compositional layers or levels in the shot. To explain this a little bit more, I will take a small detour. Stay with me, I’m actually getting somewhere with this.
This is Velázquez’s Las meninas:
One of the great things about this painting is that it creates, through its composition, several different points of view or perspectives for the various characters that are there, at the moment in which a painting is being made.
There’s the first level where the little girls, the dog, and the cheeky little self-insert of Velázquez are situated. You then have a second level behind the first one where you can see the mirror with the reflection of the king and queen of Spain. Then there’s a third level at the background where a man has stopped in his tracks to look through the door frame to whatever is happening in front of him. Last but not least, we have a fourth level that is not apparent but is created by the people in the three previous levels who are looking at the front. Who is at the front? Us. The spectator. We are witnessing this slice of life, intruding even by the way everything seems to have stopped because we decided to quickly peek inside to see what was going on. And, since we are both witness and spectator, Velázquez uses this to draw attention to the fact that everything is arranged with the idea that it has and will be seen by others. This is a social act.
Now let's look back at our shot:
We have three levels, or layers, here: the first one is Stede and Mary, who, as it turns out, are posing for a painting. In the second layer we have our friend the painter who I will call Leonardo because David Jenkins loves anachronistic jokes and I stan. Finally, the third layer is us, conveyed through the placement of the camera which puts us in the perspective of a nameless onlooker and, by witnessing this painting, we are playing the role of that entity who is looking at this arranged scene and, even, for whom this whole thing has been arranged.
This is not a shot that is used to convey what could have been a terribly awkward, yes, but an attempt to create a true connection between Stede and Mary. No. They are posing to keep appearances. Feigning cordiality by “remembering” their names. They might be sharing space in the same shot, even sharing the space of the same layer of the shot’s composition, but they are not together, not really. They are as apart as they were with the close-ups, pushing down their identities and personalities, their true desires, to be able to stand and perform for what society requires of them.
This is a picture of discomfort.
I told you it was wild.
Anyway, for the next, and final, instalment in this trilogy of this heteronormative clusterfuck of repressed identities for societal expectations, get ready for the representation of awful copying mechanisms in a married state through the magic of editing. Spoiler: it doesn’t get better -> [part 3]
#ofmd#ofmd meta#our flag means death#our flag means death meta#ofmd analysis#stede bonnet#mary bonnet#ramblings#this one was longer than the last one#ofmd ep 4#ofmd e4#our flag means death analysis#again please don't let this flop lol it took me ages to do it#hopefully this makes sense
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[START] [ABOUT AND WARNINGS] [FAQ]
Start flirting with both of them. Two Avengers are better than one.
You can see there’s something there. Either they’ve hooked up in the past or they’re very sexually competitive, either way, this could be your chance at a three-way with two Avengers and that’s a difficult proposition to pass up on.
You begin to flirt with both of them and they respond exactly how you want. The flirtatiousness is both returned to you and directed at each other. There’s a lot of touching. Nothing lewd or explicit - just hands placed on the small of each other’s backs, and hands brushing past each other.
You move from the pool table to the couch where the three of you drink more, pressed together in a little trio, talking too close and laughing a little too hard. Then it moves outside and something seems to shift. The three of you bunch together as you look out at the view and as Tony has his arm wrapped around your waist and trails his fingers up and down your side and Clint practically vibrates with excitement.
“So,” you say, running your hand down Clint’s arm. “You boys have been very attentive.”
“And you seem to be basking in that attention,” Tony teases.
“Should we maybe take this somewhere more private?” you suggest.
Tony looks at Clint with a sideways smirk. “What do you say, bird boy? Want to show her what we can do?”
“Sounds like fun to me,” Clint agrees.
“Well, first,” Tony said. “And I’m sorry that I’m about to kill the vibe because there’s absolutely nothing sexy about what I’m about to say - but you’re going to need to sign an NDA.”
You laugh and curl your hand around his tie. “I’ve already signed one,” you purr, tugging him in close to you.
He pulls back with a start. “What?”
“Yeah,” you laugh. “Because I’m the city government liaison. I’m not allowed to pass on anything personal I might be privy to. I mean, I do technically visit your home when I come in to see Hill. I’m also not allowed to say what I see the Mayor get up to.”
“FRIDAY?” Tony says.
“It’s true, Tony,” the AI replies. “I checked to make sure it was up to date before she was allowed into the party.”
“Well, then,” Tony says. “Follow me.”
You and Clint follow Tony to the elevator and no sooner do the doors slide closed than Clint has his arms around your waist and is pulling you close. He leans in, ghosting his lips over yours. You bride the difference, kissing him passionately, and Tony moves in, running his hand up into Clint’s hair and pulling it. Clint groans and pulls back with a gasp, as the elevator doors open onto Tony’s penthouse.
You step out not the foyer, there’s a half wall in front of you that curves to the left and up, creating a hall that disappears around a corner. To the right are steps that lead up to a raised living room with a bar, a large-screen TV, and leather couches. The space is decorated eclectically, with a mixture of indoor plants, fine art, and framed Iron Man posters - the kind you could buy at Walmart. There is a lot of glass, brushed steel, and black, and the floor-to-ceiling windows look straight out onto the Chrysler building.
Tony lets Clint go and heads up to the bar. “Can I get you both a drink?”
“Really? We’ve just been drinking,” Clint complains as he takes your hand and follows after Tony.
“Is that a no?” Tony teases.
“No, I’ll have a beer,” Clint says.
“Another Cosmo would be nice,” you add.
Tony tosses Clint a bottle of craft IPA and starts making you a cocktail. You sit with Clint on the leather couch and watch Tony as Clint runs the bottle up the outside of your thigh. “So, what’s the deal with you two?” you ask. “There’s something there, right?”
“You know my reputation?” Tony asks as he shakes the cocktail shaker.
“I don’t live in a cave,” you agree.
“Well, Clint’s the same, just…”
“I don’t get my business splashed all over the gossip sites,” Clint finishes. “And while I do hook up with people regularly, Tony’s more of a ‘one-night-stand’ person, and I’m more of a ‘friends-with-benefits’ person. And I date more. I want the whole settling down thing. But I also like regular sex.”
“He’s been married, you know?” Tony says, pouring himself a Scotch.
You look at Clint with your eyes wide. “Really?”
“Just gonna throw me to the wolves, huh, Tones?” Clint teases.
“You can handle it,” Tony says. He comes over and sits beside you, handing you your glass as Clint takes a deep breath.
“Yeah. It was dumb. I mean… I loved her and all… in the long run. But I literally met her, and two weeks later, we were married,” he says. “We did stay married for quite a while considering.”
“What happened?” you ask.
Clint shakes his head. “My ex-marriage is a story exclusively for people I know better. Stick around, and we’ll see if I give it to you.”
“Okay,” you agree. “That’s fair. And so - you two?”
You take a long sip of your drink as Tony talks.
“Well, because we both like sex a lot, sometimes we like to have it with each other,” he explains. “It started as a bit of a pissing contest…”
“Not literally,” Clint assures you.
Tony laughs. “I was talking about some old conquest. Clint tried to one-up me.”
“I did one-up you,” Clint argues.
Tony rolls his eyes and makes a yapping gesture with his hands. “Sure, sure. We got all competitive. And then we go all… competitive - if you get my drift. Now, it just kinda happens from time to time.”
“And it’s still pretty competitive,” Clint adds. “Fun though.”
Tony smiles affectionately and rubs Clint’s thigh before turning his attention to you. “So… do you want to get a little competitive with us?”
That’s why I came up here.
Abort! Abort! I’m not a threesome person! What was I thinking? (non-smut path, more action)
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I went back and looked at the screenshots on the Google Drive of the accounts, and have made a short list of pics she favorited that are flagged for possibly being CSEM based, or whose artists have been under investigation for CSEM or child sexual abuse, along with a brief description. Please note that unlike the original Sankaku anon who compiled everything, my ability to stomach this is actually kind of limited, so I may have missed something. I'm probably not going to go back to check, because it makes me sick to look at for too long. I also don't have an account these days so unlike the original anon who found this stuff, I can't check to see if it's still up or check artist credit for things so I only listed things whose artists I know definitively.
TRIGGER WARNING: Rape, CSEM, CSA, discussion of actual sexual abuse by adults to minors, BDSM elements, incest, and arguably prostitution of a minor by adults.
By account:
Ebaratara:
She has 3D pics and videos from Drax (who also goes by Lasto), who is a photorealistic artist specializing in shota and loli under the age of 10, as well as sholicon (children performing sexual acts on one another). The most instantly identifiable as his were a video of a prepubescent girl performing oral sex on a boy her age and a series of pictures of a prepubescent boy blindfolded and chained up to a bed being groped by a grown man who is touching himself who then strips the boy naked. These are both 3D, as is all his art. Drax was charged with sexually assaulting a minor in 2019. The case was settled out of court for an undisclosed sum.
She has a video of Spike from MLP being raped and crying. One of the animators, Amri, is currently awaiting trial for violating his native Estonia's Child Protection Act, Section 33, which states it is illegal to have sex with a child, put them into prostitution or make CSEM/own CSEM of a child. The video features Spike crying, shaking his head no, his assailant chuckling, and an unconscious Twilight Sparkle nearby.
She favorited a 3D painting by artist Masked of a young boy giving oral sex to a grown man. This is particularly disturbing because Masked is in prison for having sex with a neighbor's son, who he used to make the CSEM he used as references, though he was able to only get charged for CSEM possession/distribution because the boy's lawyer was not able to prove in a court of law that Masked had made the boy give him oral sex. However, in light of that being the exact sex act his victim repeatedly mentioned, having an image of that sex act in her favorites becomes even more unsettling, as that has an extremely high chance of being based on CSEM of that child. Going off of what was stated by the mods of ShotaWorld - another site I really don't recommend anyone look at - Masked's victim was between 5 and 8 when he was assaulted.
Flagged in yellow, meaning it was being reviewed for being possibly CSEM based, is a video by artist Sandsuna of a seductive tomboyish girl seducing and having sex with a man who appears to be in his 30s. Sandsuna is an artist who makes lolicon and shotacon animations. They have never been formally charged with anything, but their art regularly gets flagged due to how realistic the physics and proportions in the animations are.
Alchorative:
I couldn't find the Google Drive for Alchorative, but from what I can tell that was her shoving the old favorites onto another account, so we can assume it was the same. The original Sankaku anon detailed all the artists Lily had marked as favorite artists on there here, so I'll link that: https://www.tumblr.com/opinated-user/699499327392972800/anon-who-found-ebarataras-sankaku-account-here
Of note is that since that post was made, Kaneda has been charged with using her son to make reference material, and has also been charged with allowing a man to have intercural sex with her son in exchange for money, who was 2 at the time that took place. She is awaiting trial in Japan.
SpiritusKhayaamAliana:
Drax (Lasto) is in her favorited artists again.
The same Sandsuna video showed up of a seductive loli who gets a grown man to give in and sleep with her. Unflagged but also Sandsuna are pictures of seductive shotas seducing grown men, seductive tomboyish/short haired girls having sex with their brothers/men clearly related to them, and prepubescent boys masturbating.
Art of Genshin Impact character Venti is flagged and in her favorites, and was in the favorites for her ElethynAscentia account, too. It's not CSEM based, it's adult porn pic referenced (the artist provided Sankaku with the references), it just gets flagged regularly for the realistic texturing of the genitalia and semen being paired with a character who is a GNC child.
Highlighted red, meaning slated for deletion/was actually found to be based on CSEM/is highly suspected of being based on CSEM is a 3D, photorealistic pic of a man who has just finished having sex with and pulled out of a toddler.
Also hightlighted red: a 3D video of a young girl in lingerie having sex with a grown man.
Third highlighted red: a video of a grown woman having sex with a child. I can't tell from the thumbnail if the child is a boy or girl or what kind of sex they're having.
Fourth highlighted red: a video of a grown man raping a drugged boy, who is his son. I recognize the thumbnail because this artist has been booted off of Fanbox, Pixiv and ShotaWorld and the fandom for Captain Spirit hates them. Captain Spirit is canonically 8-10 years old. I can't tell if it's the full video, which featured both oral and anal rape, or if it's the shorter one that's purely anal.
Flagged in yellow is art of a boy being gangraped by 9 or 10 men (it's hard to tell from the thumbnail). It's not 3D but the body of the boy is extremely realistic looking.
Fifth flagged in red: a 3D video of a young child in a school uniform having sex on a desk. She looks distraught, possibly crying.
Sixth flagged in red: a 3D image of two girls, one on her back with her legs spread, naked from the waist down, and one, young enough to be in diapers, curled up in the fetal position beside her.
Flagged in yellow: video by Lesdias, an artist who has been cleared of CSEM charges but consistently gets hit with them due to his 3D videos being so realistic. (He uses images of people with dwarfism for his art. Your opinion may vary on if that makes it better considering his art removes adult breasts and features, but at least he is not in fact using CSEM that we know of.) The video is of a prepubescent girl being raped by two grown men.
The Spike rape video is there again.
ElethynAscentia:
Flagged in yellow: a 3D picture of a boy from behind, presenting his genitalia in disturbingly clear detail.
Flagged in yellow: a pic that's a closeup of a man anally penetrating a boy he's holding in his lap. The shading, muscle and hair textures are incredibly realistic.
Flagged in yellow: a pic that's a closeup of a young girl's genitalia from behind.
Flagged in yellow: a video of a man forcibly spreading a young girl's anus open. It looks like it hurts; the nails of his fingers are digging into the skin hard enough to begin to bruise, and she has wet herself.
The aforementioned Spike rape video shows up again.
Not flagged, but worth noting are four videos by Anaru, who is under investigation right now for CSEM possession, though she hasn't been charged with anything. Three of the videos are of grown women (one is Elsa) performing oral sex on young boys. The fourth, which triggered the investigation into Anaru, is of a drugged child being anally raped by a grown man, who films himself doing it.
Flagged in red: the infamous 3D Kaneda video she used her two year old son to produce. Judging by the date in the screenshots it might have been from when the one with audio was circulating. Kaneda used her son's crying for the audio, then cut it when people started questioning how realistic it sounded and the fact that you can hear the microphone being moved/background sounds.
If I missed anything I'm sorry but I'm not going back to double check, I'm 100% going to need a very strong drink, this was a miserable experience. But that's it, that's a list of flagged images, flagged videos and artists who we know Lily looked at.
It's kind of funny how every pro-Lily person who comes onto these blogs is firmly of the idea that fiction affects reality, but they support someone who looks at this kind of fiction, made by these kinds of people. And by funny I mean incredibly alarming and I might be sick if I think about it for too long.
I...fucking hell...
To note, Lily has directly and via her Tara Callie account publicly and privately expressed her interest in rape, lolicon, and small children. Lily has written a multi-part series and a short containing graphic scenes involving young children and young teens. Every single one of those accounts have usernames that are unique to Lily (Ebaratara being a combination of her two sockpuppet accounts, Alchorative being the pen name of the Tara Callie account, ElethynAscentia being a combination of the character she stole from Lizzy and one of her most well-known OCs, and SpiritusKhayamAliana being a reference to one of her fanfics and her most recent main OC). The contents of these favorites line up with things Lily has either obsessed over, or has admitted to enjoying.
Lily Orchard is a predator...
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I’m Kai! I draw :D
I draw for whatever im interested in! Currently thats Twisted Wonderland and Seventeen~ I also draw lots of oc/ original artwork as well.
This is a SFW blog: I will never post or rb full NSFW content, suggestive art will be cropped and the full piece under a cut. If I happen to draw NSFW, again I will post a sfw crop of it here, and there will be a link to a separate site with the full image.
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Twst favs! Leona Kingscholar (i can’t even explain why I adore him so much.) Ruggie Bucchi, Jade Leech
Cookie Run favs! Red Velvet Cookie, Pastry Cookie, Pure Vanilla Cookie
I used to be in Genshin (I recently quit) but heres my favs anyways- Chongyun, Shenhe, Diluc, Scaramouche, Jean
Genshin Mains Jean, Zhongli, Ayato, Chongyun, Shenhe
Other games I like: Professor Layton, Nonary Games (I’ve only played the first so far), Bloodborne (never played, only watched), Hades, For The King, Inscryption, Pokemon, Stardew Valley, Monster Hunter World, Monster Hunter Rise, Turnip Boy Commits Tax Evasion, Outer Wilds
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About Me
I feel if I’m going to try and start posting more here, I should introduce myself.
So here goes!
This blog post will be regularly updated with any bio updates, boundary updates, etc
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・❥・My name is Minkai or Eevee, but you are more than welcome to call me Mink, Kai, or Vee for short.
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・❥・I am autistic, have ADHD, and have OSDD-1b.
・❥・I am an artist, college student, and aspiring animator.
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Finding out Taylor Swift was her 11th cousin twice-removed wasn’t even the most shocking discovery Cher Scarlett made while exploring her family history. “There’s a lot of stuff in my family that’s weird and strange that we wouldn’t know without Ancestry,” says Scarlett, a software engineer and writer based in Kirkland, Washington. “I didn’t even know who my mum’s paternal grandparents were.”
Ancestry.com isn’t the only site that Scarlett checks regularly. In February 2022, the facial recognition search engine PimEyes surfaced non-consensual explicit photos of her at age 19, reigniting decades-old trauma. She attempted to get the pictures removed from the platform, which uses images scraped from the internet to create biometric “faceprints” of individuals. Since then, she’s been monitoring the site to make sure the images don’t return.
In January, she noticed that PimEyes was returning pictures of children that looked like they came from Ancestry.com URLs. As an experiment, she searched for a grayscale version of one of her own baby photos. It came up with a picture of her own mother, as an infant, in the arms of her grandparents—taken, she thought, from an old family photo that her mother had posted on Ancestry. Searching deeper, Scarlett found other images of her relatives, also apparently sourced from the site. They included a black-and-white photo of her great-great-great-grandmother from the 1800s, and a picture of Scarlett’s own sister, who died at age 30 in 2018. The images seemed to come from her digital memorial, Ancestry, and Find a Grave, a cemetery directory owned by Ancestry.
PimEyes, Scarlett says, has scraped images of the dead to populate its database. By indexing their facial features, the site’s algorithms can help those images identify living people through their ancestral connections, raising privacy and data protection concerns, as well as ethical ones.
“My sister is dead,” Scarlett says. “She can’t consent or revoke consent for being enrolled in this.”
Ancestry spokesperson Katherine Wylie tells WIRED that the site’s customers maintain ownership and control over their data, including family trees, and that its terms and conditions “prohibit scraping data, including photos, from Ancestry’s sites and services as well as reselling, reproducing, or publishing any content or information found on Ancestry.”
Giorgi Gobronidze, PimEyes’ director, tells WIRED: “PimEyes only crawls websites who officially allow us to do so. It was … very unpleasant news that our crawlers have somehow broken the rule.” PimEyes is now blocking Ancestry’s domain and indexes related to it are being erased, he says.
Ancestry’s database is the largest in the increasingly expanding genealogy industry, with more than 30 billion records—including photos and documents from public records—covering 20 million people. Users can access these records to make family trees. Whenever a user makes a family tree public on the site, deceased people’s photos can be seen by any registered user. Living people aren’t viewable in family trees unless tree creators authorize specific accounts to see them. Users can decide what is private or public on their profiles, which are searchable in Ancestry’s member directory.
PimEyes positions itself as a tool for people to monitor their online presence. The company charges users $20 to find the websites where their photos have been found, upwards of $30 a month for multiple searches, and $80 to exclude specific photos from future search results.
The company, which has trawled social media for images but now says it scrapes only publicly available sources, has been criticized for collecting images of children and accused of facilitating stalking and abuse. (Gobronidze, who took over PimEyes in January 2022, says that this criticism predates his tenure at PimEyes, and that the company’s policies have since changed.)
“They are clearly crawling all sorts of random websites,” says Daniel Leufer, a senior policy analyst at digital rights group Access Now. “There’s something very grim, especially about the obituary ones.”
The dead aren’t generally protected under privacy laws, but processing their image and data isn’t automatically fair game, says Sandra Wachter, a professor of technology and regulation at the Oxford Internet Institute. “Just because the data doesn’t belong to a person anymore does not automatically mean you are allowed to take it. If it’s a person who has died we have to figure out who has rights over it.”
The European Convention of Human Rights has ruled that pictures of dead people can have a privacy interest for the living, according to Lilian Edwards, professor of law, innovation, and society at Newcastle University in the UK, who says that using photos of the living mined from the web without consent can also be a potential violation of the EU’s General Data Protection Regulation (GDPR), which prohibits the processing of biometric data to identify people without their consent.
“If in some way the picture of the dead person … could lead to someone living being likely to be identified, then it could be protected under the GDPR,” says Edwards. This can be done by putting two bits of information together, she adds, such as a photo from PimEyes and information from Ancestry. PimEyes makes itself available in Europe, so it is subject to the legislation.
Scarlett worries that PimEyes’ technology could be used to identify people and then dox, harass, or abuse them—a concern shared by human rights organizations. She says her mom’s name, address, and phone number were just a reverse image search and three clicks away from the family photo scraped from Ancestry.
While it positions itself as a privacy tool, there are few barriers stopping PimEyes users from searching any face. Its home screen gives little indication that it’s intended for people to search only for themselves.
Gobronidze tells WIRED that PimEyes launched a “multistep security protocol” on January 9 to prevent people from searching multiple faces or children; PimEyes’ partners, however, including certain NGOs, are “whitelisted” to perform unlimited searches. PimEyes has so far blocked 201 accounts, Gobronidze says.
However, a WIRED search for Scarlett and her mother—conducted with their permission—retrieved matches unchallenged. WIRED also found evidence of online message-board users with subscriptions taking requests from others to identify women with pictures found online.
Gobronidze says the system is still in the “training process.”
In Washington state, Scarlett filed a consumer complaint about PimEyes to the state’s attorney general and has opted out using its “opt out” form, which promises to remove people’s data from its system, twice—once in March 2022 and again in October after her face reappeared.
Scarlett’s mother also opted out in January 2023, she says. However, searches by WIRED revealed both their faces were still surfaced by the platform on March 1.
Gobronidze says that PimEyes erased over 22 results of Scarlett after her first request and 400 after the second, and performed a search using the photo she opted out with, failing to locate any images of her in its database. However, if a user opts out with a specific photo, other images may still appear. The “opt out engine will not work with 100 percent efficiency always,” Gobronidze said.
Legal scrutiny is intensifying for AI companies that populate their databases by crawling the web for faces. Clearview AI, a company that mainly sells facial recognition services to law enforcement, is facing a class action in Illinois and fines for breaking data protection laws across Europe, including the UK, where the Information Commissioner's Office (ICO), an independent watchdog, ordered the company to delete all residents’ data. Clearview has denied misconduct and argued that it shouldn’t be subject to neither European data protection laws nor the jurisdiction of the ICO.
In November, UK-based rights group Big Brother Watch submitted a legal complaint about PimEyes to the ICO for “unlawful processing” of people’s data. Germany’s state commissioner for data protection has opened proceedings against the site for processing biometric data. Gobronidze says the company has been “proactively submitting” information to the ICO.
Gobronidze says it is “absolutely impossible” to establish identities using its database. “We gather index data, which connects photographs not with human individuals but to the URL addresses which publish those photographs.” PimEyes says it indexes photos but does not store the images themselves. Gobronidze adds that PimEyes does not process photos to establish identities but to find website addresses. “PimEyes does not identify human beings but only URLs,” he said.
Leufer, however, says PimEyes is “significantly enabling and facilitating the process of identification of people” based on photos. “While I think he’s correct to say that PimEyes won’t directly through their website give you that person’s identity, you’re a click away from a website that does have their name on it,” he says. “It’s going to give you a load of URLs which in many cases will allow you to identify that person.”
Scarlett fears those links could expose entire families to privacy violations.
“I used [Ancestry] for what it’s intended for—to find out where I come from. It was really exciting until it wasn’t,” she says. “Nobody is uploading photos into Ancestry thinking that they’re going to be enrolled into a biometric identifier for facial recognition software without their knowledge or consent … It just feels incredibly violating.”
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The Anatomy of Melancholy, 92: AEGIS
Table of Contents Third Instar, Chapter 23. Go to previous. Go to next. We now return to our regularly scheduled programming. Appreciate your patience and continued readership. Been having a lot of real life turmoil in the past few months.
This concludes the set of four achronological chapters, which I've termed the "Lockreed Tetralogy." I structured them in such a way that they're sorted into four chapters by theme and relevance, to emulate a sense of "disk repair scan," but if you would also like to read them in chronological order, I have made a Neocities page for it here. I think trying to format it as it appears in HTML, through Tumblr, has taken a year off my life.
It feels ironic that the fourth chapter doesn't have much in the way of content warnings. There's some vague eldritch fuckery afoot, and a bit of memory glitching. Hopefully not too bad.
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"Aegis-bearing Zeus has a design for each occasion, and mortals find this hard to comprehend." — Hesiod's Theogeny
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Data integrity recovery... 99%... Please do not power off your system.
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January 5, 2288
The terminal bonks at 'Choly, to inform him he's used up all his tries for the hour. He's locked out. Again. He slouches and massages his nose bridge behind his glasses.
This would be so much easier if I could get my Pip-Boy working again... and if I had a decryption holotape for it.
Breaking windows isn't an option now that they've solved the building brownout, but the odds of this current trick working are still far higher, he thinks, now that they've restored full power. They just have to remember not to touch the exposed wiring in any security glass Sticks has already shattered.
Despite resistance logging into the admin's terminal at the reception desk, he remains confident that it is crucial to programming his ribbon rack and Lt. Creeley's. He found the required peripheral equipment in a drawer the other day, and a personnel management software manual remains among the reference texts on the desk. He's been at it going on two weeks, without hacking script at his disposal, and nothing at the reception desk seems to point to any clues.
If only the admin were so negligent to have written down the password and tucked it unceremoniously in the desk, or in any of the folders or books.
He sucks a Mentat and skims the desktop again anyway. When he started coming down here to get into the terminal, he would bring his gauss homework with him, but bouncing between failure and rejection is wearing on him more than he can admit. He quickly loses motivation searching the desktop, and lets himself read one of the books to occupy himself for the next hour.
He finds that the orientation text has a unit on the history of this Lockreed site. Maybe it can shed light on the General's interest in this place. Sticks insists she just stole all the robots, but 'Choly knows there's more to it. There's so much more, he swears. There's not any evidence robots have ever been employed here, for starters--there's no storage bays or workbenches, no maintenance equipment, no fuel, no mentions of them in company procedure materials--and the only robot they know is in the building at this given moment is Angel. Understanding just how deep this rabbit trail goes might not solve the primary obstacle that traps them here, but it will still check off a high priority task for them.
So, he reads. His sole taps along the low-pile carpeting, to the faint jazzy tune which saunters the well-lit empty halls of the first floor. The more populated that he learns the world is, the more accustomed to solitude he grows. He's proven he's not as isolated as he thought. All that matters to him is that he's alone by choice.
Interfacing and telemetry prodigies founded the security systems company SysDef in 2052. RobCo negotiated partnership with SysDef, then RobCo bought them in order to procure the patents for their state-of-the-art interfacing protocols. The buyout shifted the company vision: as RobCo Entertainment, they came to script video games. RobCo Entertainment's lavish library could be enjoyed on any RobCo processing system. Thanks to SysDef, that would include the pride of RobCo's Lowell location: the 'Personal Information Processor,' endeared to the world as the Pip-Boy.[2288.01.05-1]
No wonder RobCo devices are compatible with those of so many different companies. The SysDef patent set them a league apart from the rest. Impressed but restless, 'Choly bites through the remaining wafer of Mentat left in his mouth.
His discoveries do substantiate his months of paranoia. It's no secret that RobCo had always partnered heavily with the military, and the military saw special promise in RobCo Entertainment. The federal defense complex orchestrated annexation of the company under their Lockreed Industries. As Lockreed of Nashua, the company resumed full focus on defense systems development. Beyond mention that they had been coding aerospace technologies, the text does not indicate exactly what the military had contracted them to produce for them in the years leading up to the Great War. His only clue is that any questions regarding S.C.Y.T.H.E. Program projects must be routed through the director.
'Choly recalls the crates of ballistics fiber at Boott Mills were labeled S.C.Y.T.H.E. property, too.[2288.01.05-2]
"I really wish I knew what that stood for, damn it."
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February 4, 2288
A terminal with an unburnt screen.
'Choly sits down at a cubicle in an office on an upper floor. He's been wandering a wider path researching the military documentation in the building ever since Sticks began making trips outside. Despite the degree of preservation throughout the premises, because something seems to have prevented the screensaver script on many terminals from triggering, centuries of disuse have burned images deep into their screens. The glow bleed on inoperable terminals, he imagines, resembles what it must be like to stare into the sun.
He hopes he's not Icarus.
It doesn't take long for him to ascertain that whoever once occupied this desk used its terminal for a diary. It's encrypted by pay grade. He unfurls his Pip-Boy keyprong to attempt his password decryption algorithm. Before he can analyze the possible correct commands among the guesses on the screen, a synchronization between a biometric sensor in the room and his nameplate verifies his identity and O-6 pay grade.
It dismisses the encryption check. He's had no reason to wear his bekesha-tulup indoors, so he's tucked his ribbon rack and nameplate into the small pocket in his Vault Suit's lining. Still, he would have expected secure terminals to require more than his physical presence to access them, but he supposes it's not too unlike a unique fingerprint, if the building's biometrics are as advanced as he suspects. He leans into the keyboard and favors proximity to the screen such that he can remove his glasses.
Delight flushes over any possible terror, to recognize the last active user of this terminal was Olivia Francis, then designated Major General.
April 12 2096
I knew this moment would come, but here I am. I may have set up here as a contingency because it was the next nearest secure military property, but there's a very real possibility its SCYTHE products could be the key to reclaiming Deenwood. I'll stay here a few weeks to get a head start on my research before heading to the mall to regroup.
He cannot imagine what enemy hand could accomplish the feat of seizing Deenwood. He squirms, and smiles knowing from history that their occupation was temporary.
April 30 2096
I resent that the... tests disfigured me, but resembling what the locals call a 'ghoul' has afforded me some degree of anonymity. I couldn't clear my head and instead shifted gears during my stay at the settlement that's sprung up inside the local shopping mall. It's my understanding that all Lockreed employees who survived Great War Day relocated at this 'Ant Lane.' They've integrated well enough that they've given me trouble tracking them down to question, but some still haven't broken the habit of wearing their Pip-Boys in public. I've found a lower-rung developer already. This Ken Luther knows nothing about AEGIS, remembers nothing notable about his tenure, and doesn't grasp why a scavenger would have much interest in a video game facility. Locating Brock Taskerlands would probably solve all my problems. For how hot he was to procure the property, he has to have known what he was buying into, but I need to continue under the likelihood that only his legacy lingers here.
After my stay, I know now what I must do. What I need is locked inside the mall, and the key to freeing it IS here.
He sits for some time. He rereads the entry trying to jog his memory of those names. Surely, he reassures himself, she had not set in motion the events which transpired last October. This couldn't have anything to do with the granite, or the fungus, or the hypnagogic chroma shifts, or the widespread acute memory damage.
He curses under his breath in a healthy mix of English and Russian. The idea that the General believed Taskerlands was actually remarkable ruffles him a great deal. Eventually, he jots some notes... Luther, Taskerlands, AEGIS... underscores Taskerlands, overwrites the name time and again with a strained gurn... and continues.
May 18 2096
At least one AEGIS technician survived the War, but she's since passed away. This Marion Rigley seems to have kept her classified training confidential and has shared only the most rudimentary repair methods. It's unthinkable that she couldn't recognize that her proprietary knowledge would prove invaluable in maintaining one of the largest and most effective bomb shelters on the Eastern Coast. Maybe she didn't believe Ant Lane would need to exist as a community much longer, and held onto the misguided idealism that the United States she knew might one day return to its glory days. Maybe she thought similar threats to human life have ceased to exist in this post-nuclear tapestry. Or maybe she knew that with an intimate familiarity with the system comes the capacity to abuse it. The irony almost stings.
June 9 2096
After speaking with some of the locals who maintain Ant Lane's walls, I convinced the Hall to let me look around their maintenance closet, under the guise that I wanted to know what sort of components to scavenge for repairs. They believe I'm interested in learning how to maintain the building. Beyond a doubt they have no knowledge whatsoever of the existence of a mainframe hidden somewhere on the property. I need to be more cautious because this is feeling a little too easy.
June 26 2096
The Lane is one Protectron lighter. No one noticed it wandered outside, and no one noticed it rejoined me one block away. I've proven I don't need access to the STAR Control mainframe to hack AEGIS. The robot will accompany me in a few days. I'll tell them that I found it and felt obligated to return it. When it rejoins the anechoic grid, it will transmit a Trojan frequency to the other robotics on site. It's a shame that STAR parameters only function within architectural boundaries designed for it. Otherwise, I might be able to conscript more robots than just these thirty Protectrons. Finally getting somewhere.
July 1 2096
The Hall let me keep the Protectron, which I've named Helen. They consider her defective since she was able to get outside the mall. I brought their attention to the reality that the robots on site have not undergone maintenance in twenty years, and they asked me if I couldn't take a look. I didn't expect to be able to freely repair and upgrade them prior to commandeering them. They've got me on robotics duty now. My plan exceeds my expectations already.
She's very efficient. It's sublime to finally have a robot of my own, after being surrounded by colleagues for decades whom the government legally required to have them. Even if she doesn't survive this scheme in one piece, I wholly intend to rebuild her. She's the beginning of something I hold dear.
July 24 2096
It's done. I tested the Trojan sequence. When interrogated on whether I tampered with the Protectrons, I underscored that I have nothing but the vitality of the Lane at heart. They blamed my repair work for the casualties, though no one could explain how the Protectrons and turrets all went haywire at once. Only steel and copper can reclaim Deenwood now. My efforts will nevertheless prevent needless slaughter at the hands of army traitors. The Court ruled it manslaughter, and motioned to dismiss all robots from the premises. I never met any of the Aldermen, but I'm thrilled they unwittingly ruled in my favor. When I told the Hall I would ensure total robot removal without further casualty, they decided that my guarantee outweighed taking my life. Some of the guards figured the robots would do me in either way. Going forward, they'll emphasize reliance on their security guards. I wish them all the luck.
Now that I have my reserve troops stationed inside Lockreed, I can uninstall the fabricated programming dysfunction, and convert the Trojan to my customized STAR parameters. I've been able to control Helen remotely. I'll be able to rein the others.
Those Academy of Liberty bastards won't know what hit them.
As expected, these diary entries raise more questions than they answer. When he tries to copy the entries to the JBD in his holotape deck, a permissions error bonks at him. The read function is locked behind an O-6 pay grade, but the write function is locked behind a confidentiality of O-8 or higher. He slaps the side of the terminal case, then pretends he's kidding. He smiles into himself as he retracts his key-prong.
It's fine. If he can't take the terminal's data to his current workspace, he'll take his current workspace to this terminal. This office desk boasts much more desk space than the cubicle downstairs anyway. And if he needs to, next time he can transcribe the entries himself manually.
But what did it all mean?
On his way back downstairs, he can't help but chuckle in a secondhand nostalgia regarding the humble beginnings of Helen's AI signature.[2288.02.04-1]
What other models has the General loaded her into? At what point did she become an Assaultron? His smile fades, but his spirit persists. What will her next model be?
He shakes his head with a tut and smirk.
"Of course See's is her fault. Of course it is."[2288.02.04-2]
He giggles and chuffs intermittently for hours, that the Lane likely never saw what its appointed squad of robots could have done drowning in the electromagnetic distortions of a postwar nor'easter... and that the General very likely never knew that she spared the Lane that tragedy by having rigged a smaller scale fake malfunction of her own.
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February 15, 2288
"I do hope you're finding what you're looking for here, Sir."
Angel tidies the space it has tidied three times already. It whistles as it whisks its feather-bare duster at the spotless shelves of the director's office.
"You know that I had to be certain we wouldn't set off the security systems by coming up here."
Seated at the desk, 'Choly paces the menus on its terminal. For some time, he chews at a pencil bridled between his teeth, and says nothing further.
"Here. Fucking fuck, I've got it." He removes his glasses and rubs at his eyes, then rereads the most recent of several entries. "The S.C.Y.T.H.E. Program outline for this site is all here. All this time I was expecting it entailed a product, but their project was... Fuck. Ant Lane was a military experiment. Listen to this. The director kept drafts of sales pitches, and mental notes of investors."
Pheasant Lane Mall, our most ambitious phase of the STAR Control program, showcases the versatility of our STAR Cores. The property's highly specialized proprietary AEGIS wiring, which provides the above ground vault with an interior secure of all electromagnetic radiation, incorporates twenty STAR Cores. AEGIS in this way blocks external radio frequencies, including EMPs and ionizing radiation, while still providing internal management of all RobCo robotics on site. Thirty Protectrons and fifty-three turrets guard Pheasant Lane. The mall's supervisor has total and simultaneous control of all robots within the boundaries of the mall, all with the convenience and ease of a RobCo mainframe.
Its position straddling the NH-MA state line was not just a strategy of finance but also one of function. Ideally, the convenient location will create opportunities for many to frequent the property. We hope its lavish amenities make it feel like a second home to locals and tourists alike.
"And another. This one's dated 2071."
Due to the high production costs of AEGIS infrastructure, it's been a decade since the completion of Pheasant Lane, and it's still the only standing testament to its virtues. Military interest in STAR Control got us bought into the Lockreed market, and it's kept us going in recent years thanks to S.C.Y.T.H.E. And now, we can applaud John-Caleb Bradberton's sizable investment in implementing yet another illustrious demonstration of STAR Control excellence, by contracting us in the development and erection of the Galactic Zone park in Nuka-World.[2288.02.15-1] Needless to say, as inheritors of the RobCo Entertainment headquarters, we have been quite delighted to see the space themed entertainment park outfitted with dozens of opportunities for visitors to engage with RobCo Games properties. However, the park development committee opted to bring in Vault-Tec in a multi-corporation collaborative decision, and while showcasing cohabitation of multiple big name brands at Nuka-World, it's also a glaring commentary on the failure of AEGIS as a vault technology, as AEGIS-based vaults make no appearance on its roster.
Securing steady funding wouldn't be such a struggle if the only thing that has kept House's interest in us was the SysDef interfacing protocols. He's been investing more and more in private sectors over his military holdings. It's why Lockreed got its hands on the company so easily. My Intel tells me his business habits have been seeming more and more like unhinged hobbies, but they can never seem to spit out what they mean.[2288.02.15-2]
Perhaps Bradberton's investment in STAR Control will inspire further investors going forward. After all, our telemetry doesn't require the costly AEGIS infrastructure.[2288.02.15-3] Drawing in investors like Bradberton will not only improve popular opinion of the military's advancements, but will fund them for decades. To say he's pleased with the Galactic Zone is an understatement. He's reached out to me regarding any other highly proprietary military technologies with which he could be permitted to outfit his park. I contacted Col. Nelson about it, and he's told me to direct him to some bigwig, Gen. Braxton. Mentioned something bigger than the S.C.Y.T.H.E. Program, too. Bradberton is among the world's wealthiest. I can only imagine what Nelson's offhand remark must mean the eccentric inventor's buying into next.[2288.02.15-4]
It's least of many evils, between House, Taskerlands[2288.02.15-5], and Bradberton. If only I could get inside the head of a billionaire. Do you go crazy with that much money, or does it take being crazy to earn it?
He falls quiet again as he engrosses himself in the documents, a majority of which bear timestamps dating between 2054 and 2062. He recalls that Sacristan Haidinger suggested Vault-Tec had nothing to do with Pheasant Lane Mall's value as a bomb shelter, and these archives confirm that the two companies never communicated or collaborated regarding the site. The government's Project Safehouse, most well known for spearheading Vault-Tec's construction of the majority of the nation's bomb shelters, had also commissioned independent contractors to try a varied civilian-oriented approach to national defense. (For example, Pulowski Shelters spring to mind.)
Several documents indicate that when the military lost interest in the financial viability of constructing subsequent structures like Pheasant Lane, interest still lingered in repurposing STAR Cores elsewhere. The biggest contract for them shows that Lockreed supplied Nuka-World with thirty-five STAR Cores, to control a large and diverse reserve of fully outfitted RobCo and General Atomics military grade robotics.
The thirty Protectrons and fifty-three turrets still bewilder 'Choly. If everything in the General's terminal entries is accurate, the Lane had to determine the source of the earliest true AEGIS malfunction, restore it, and continue fully and knowingly protected. When had the first electromagnetic nor'easter ravaged the East Coast, and put this AEGIS system to the test? Yet, even if these AEGIS bugs do get repaired, he can appreciate how the biological effects of such a storm precipitate such entrenched local superstitions.
Any science Sutter Grove commands is likely reverse engineered at best. He's neither a programmer nor an engineer, and can't do much more than augment their knowledge base going forward. Have the Lane's inhabitants ever truly known why or how the building protects them? He's not confident he can adequately explain to the Lane exactly what such things represent, but he knows with unwavering certainty that the survival of Ant Lane depends on its ability to withstand harsh magnetic weather conditions. Although at heart its inhabitants have largely reduced its architectural aegis to ghosts and shadows, Ant Lane owes its very existence to overwhelmingly advanced technological engineering.
Angel stops its cleaning routine to check on its owner.
"Chin up, Sir. It can't be all bad," the Mister Handy says. "I'm not sure I follow most of what you've just read aloud, but surely there's some kind of silver lining in it all. Some information that makes your trouble getting into this office worthwhile? Mmh?"
He glances up at Angel with an uptick of purpose.
"More of a lead lining. Or copper? Copper lining? Fuck, there's got to be hundreds of tons of copper in that place. I don't follow much of what's detailed here, either, but some of Sutter Grove's electricians might. We'll take them everything we can. Spare parts and all."
There's got to be surplus components here. STAR Cores, the redundant components of Systemized Telemetry for Automated Robot Control, routed through the architectural multi-layered cousin of the Faraday cage AEGIS, the AnEchoic Gridwork Integrated Shield.
He snaps his fingers, and swivels in his seat to push himself up with his cane. Like the one the General had used to pen her entries regarding the Academy of Liberty, this terminal is also write-protected. He'll return to it as needed, to transcribe it and transfer its data somewhere he can print out everything.
He stops and frowns. The orientation booklet. The onboarding manual. If any of the texts he's found here have indicated anything regarding the STAR Control trained specialists, STAR Cores, or AEGIS, he would know it by now. Surely he's simply overlooking something profound in plain sight.
Of course, he reminds himself, the onboarding book is just an entry level training manual. STAR Control and AEGIS must be among the most sophisticated projects this Lockreed ever worked on. Their finer workings eluded a polymath like the General for an entire summer to the point she was tracking down the masterminds behind it all.
"Maybe there's a manual here for AEGIS training," he tells himself, and commences browsing the shelves Angel has just finished dusting for the fifth time today. "Or at the very least, a layout of where they manufactured STAR Cores."
"That's the spirit! Shall I help you look?"
Getting a reply where he expected none shakes him from inside his own head just a bit. He glances up with a pleasant startled thoughtfulness.
"Yes. Thank you."
"But of course!" After a while, it comments, "It's been so delightfully quiet since we've been here in New Hampshire, you know. Just the three of us. None of those pesky voices. So much easier to focus on my housekeeping."
'Choly stops and stares off into the corner. His voice cracks.
"Angel, clarify."
"The voices? Oh, they've been bouncing around in my receiver wiring since sometime in Lowell, I'd estimate. I couldn't tell you exactly when they stopped, but I've felt haywire since long before the damage you've told me I suffered recently."
"The laser attachment." His eyes dull as his head turns to his companion. His gaze falls past it. "We removed all your attachments when we entered Ant Lane."
"So that's where it's all gone!" Angel exclaims, with the levity of mere inconvenience. "I just knew I had attachments! Oh, I pray my service is still satisfactory to you, lacking them, Mister Sir. Should I fetch them so we can reattach them, or shall we continue with the brass tacks?"
He sees red. If her tampering extends beyond having modified Angel's tendril laser, there's no other explanation in his mind than that she tried to power it on during the storm... and that she's thus responsible for Angel suffering gauss damage. He can't cry.
"Moy Angel, you're you no matter what equips you."
"And you're you, no matter your equipment." Angel's chuckle fades out in a glitched static. "Remind me again what we're here for, if you could, Sir."
A smile cracks his haunted veneer.
"Sometimes you're more human than you think."
"Not as much of a compliment as one might think."
He wipes the smile off his face, only to grin and resume searching the shelves.
"Ни фига себе..."[2288.02.15-6]
"Well! No need to curse about it."
"This whole thing. Every turn leaves me speechless. Even you." He grips a book spine. "Perhaps I misspoke. You're complex, in a way humans can be. Complex, tragic, laughable."
"I'm complex in a way machinery can be. Complicated and unpredictable."[2288.02.15-7]
"Never change."
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January 5, 2288
'Choly looks up from the book to check the countdown timer on the terminal. Three minutes left. He hems and drums his pencil on the steno he's been using to track the possible ten letter passwords he's already tried.
The General must think she's General of the entire US Army, having survived all other known officers. Maybe it's as simple as some presumption that she owns the rights to anything the Army claimed. He hopes it's that simple. She doesn't strike him as the type to binge Grognak & the Ruby Ruins.
His mind drifts, and his eyes trace over the individual letters. Something clicks about the dots and crosses and natural spacing of his handwriting. It may have been nine months ago, but he still remembers just enough of the method he applied to hack Eleanor's terminal in Lexington. The markup of the encryption is one means of finding the password. He's thrown blind guesses at it all this time. It takes a bit for him to jog his memory how to coax the terminal to display that formatting, but once it spills across the screen, he needs only heed the punctuation to determine the answer. Subjectify.
[Server connection severed. Contact an Administrator if the problem persists.]
He hopes he doesn't need an uplink in order to gain access to the nametag application. At least if he does, this is an administrative terminal, so he shouldn't need to stray far from where he sits at the first floor lobby. He plucks around the terminal to get a feel for how this administrator kept his desk. The admin's daily life doesn't concern him, but his curiosity distracts him enough from his immediate task that he still takes a glance at the inbox. Even if snooping doesn't yield anything, reading the admin's various correspondences still seems interesting.
He opens messages that appear high profile, but they're vague at best. Eventually, he doubles back to a shrink of messages with a long chain of back and forth. Most of it is between the admin and the director. He skims to get the gist, and cuts to the height of the drama.
I've told you once, and I'll tell you a dozen times: don't accept his creepy gifts, and don't entertain him! It's not our problem anymore, and we're not beholden to disclose confidential documents to a civilian, no matter how much money he paid for an old SysDef property. If he breaks it by modifying it, that's his problem. He comes in again, you call security. Please take your job seriously.
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Sir, I accept responsibility for the storm I ruffled. Know that I take my position very seriously. It's just that I figured, if he bought the property, maybe the developers would be keen on helping him? It seemed like a possible avenue to garner his continued investment in Lockreed. I won't make the same mistake again.
I hope you enjoy your vacation next week.
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As the admin, you have access to accounting files. As the admin, you don't have the authority or credentials to make decisions based on that data.
If the board needed your input on investors, you'd be looped into board meetings.
Lockreed has concluded involvement with Taskerlands. We will no longer be doing business with him in the future, not even on prior purchases. Do not let him in the building again, or YOU will not be let in the building again. Do I make myself clear?
The thread ends here, but an asterisk indicates that a reply sits in the admin's drafts:
Sir, I know this week's misstep with Mr. Taskerlands reflects poorly on my skills, but I assure you that going forward, I will prove myself to the board. My desk may not be the brains of this company, but I am its uncanny eyes and ears, and I hear just about everything. I know better than most
'Choly wonders if the admin was cruising for a promotion or simply clawing to keep his job. He muses over the ancient office drama while he gets to work fiddling with Lt. Creeley's RFID nametag. He grabs the personnel software manual, and roots through the admin's desk for the peripheral equipment required to use it. His hand sets upon something cold and sobering.
Instead of producing the name tag cradle, he pulls from the back of the drawer a potato sized bronze paperweight. He wishes he didn't recognize the features of the metal mask. A gift tag still dangles from a thin twine around it, in a crude indelicate script: A gift from the Aldermen, to Lockreed's sharpest and brightest.
He forbids himself from reacting. He returns it to the drawer, and shuts it rigidly when he cannot shut it calmly. He has work to do.
He searches the next drawer down for the RFID cradle, and finds it. Once he plugs it in, he instructs the terminal to scan for it, then dives into the script. Maybe he's just spent an alarming amount of time in recent months immersed in programming literature, but the application is surprisingly straightforward, and reprogramming its identity data for its new owner is a breeze. He notes that the script suggests the lieutenant's name was Maria Greeley, and inspects the tag where it sits in the cradle with a skewed expression. He removes his glasses and picks at the engraved lettering with the tip of his pencil. A fleck of debris dislodges from the engraved letter, demonstrating it is in fact a G, not a C.
Because the server is inaccessible, and because he and Sticks are the only living humanoids present in the building, he can isolate the building's biometrics and indicate which of the two he wants the nametag to define as Maria Greeley.[2288.01.05-3] The RFID cradle has a deck for engraving, but he has no blanks to use to make one that says Sticks on it. He hopes the ghoul won't mind what the physical tag says, as long as its digital programming works.
If they stay much longer, he'll consider snooping around for their office supply closet to locate some. But if it works, they shouldn't have to bother.
It's going to work.
Next, he has his own name tag with him. His ease altering Greeley's tag suggests that Lockreed likely developed this personnel name tag system for all military applications, not just corporate military sites such as this. Greeley wasn't stationed at Deenwood, as far as he can tell, but the tag's similarity to his own suggests even these are about as military issue as it gets. When he loads the script contained in his tag, he must sit back and read it time and again. There's something wrong about it. He's no sophisticated programmer, but between the script he just edited on the other name tag and the script instructions in front of him in the software manual, he can clearly discern entire lines of script that set apart his name tag from the lieutenant's.
"Olivia altered it." He sits back in his chair and chews on his pencil. "When she promoted me to colonel, she didn't just edit my ribbon rack and devices: she... tampered with it."
He's nervous to alter any of the script, lest it bungle his ability to regain access to Deenwood. He sits up and rolls his eyes at himself before poising over the keyboard once again.
That's ridiculous. Why does it matter if I hypothetically ever step foot on base again, if I can't even step foot out of this building? The system won't accept an ID that looks hacked.
Before deleting any lines of script, or changing any parameters or variables, he flips to a new page in his steno and writes down the entire code. It's not that many lines, fortunately, but just like a misplaced comma or unclosed parenthesis, whatever the General added doesn't look like it belongs.
He edits the code to resemble Greeley's as closely as possible, retaining his own name, biometric signature, and credentials, and ejects his tag. Within minutes, he hears the sibilant click of pneumatic locks opening all down the halls.
He shivers.
"Why am I usually only right when that's a bad thing?"
She's been their warden all along, intentionally or otherwise. But she couldn't have known they would end up here. They're here by a fluke of getting lost in the ice Fog. She couldn't have intended that they get locked inside due to a technicality of her code meddling. And yet, with the subtlety and sleight of mind the woman commands, he can expect no better explanation.
At least she was so kind as to stock a season's worth of MREs.
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[2288.01.05-1] Lockreed of Nashua. The history of this company is based off the historical Sanders Associates. Sanders Associates started as contractor of defense technologies. One of their engineers, Ralph H. Baer, developed the first video game as a side project, for which they partnered with Magnavox to produce. Their console was the Magnavox Odyssey. Eventually Lockheed Martin bought Sanders. Currently BAE Systems owns the property.
[2288.01.05-2] The S.C.Y.T.H.E. Program is mentioned in Fallout 4. In the years leading up to the Great War, the US military contracted existing civilian manufacturing facilities to produce army resources to reduce the time and funds building new factories. There are several such companies mentioned, but the acronym's definition is yet unknown, and it's unknown the full scope of contracts belonging to the project.
[2288.01.05-3] Greeley. Maria shares a surname with the protagonist and programming specialist of The Stone Tape, Jill Greeley. They both met their demise as a consequence of their indefatigable investigations.
[2288.02.04-1] The Assaultron Helen is named after Helen of Troy. One, a major factor to the Battle of Lowell does amount to Olivia and Laverne fighting over Helen, though they both have their notions as to why she's the perfect companion. Two, Olivia first stole her by exploiting Ant Lane's security systems via a Trojan virus.
[2288.02.04-2] See's assault rifles. Olivia may have removed the robots from Ant Lane, but the mall's security and maintenance crew were tasked with the turrets' removal. Turrets in Fallout typically take 5.56 bullets. The assault rifle is See's guards' most used weapon because the bullets would exist in surplus for decades after the 2096 incident. Some higher ranking guards have firearms with converted 5.56 receivers as well for this reason.
[2288.02.15-1] Nuka-World's Galactic Zone employs STAR Control telemetry to manage the operation of military grade robotics for entertainment display. These redundant components must exist in a certain quantity within the system in order to be capable of broadcasting a strong enough frequency to secure access.
[2288.02.15-2] Robert House, the owner of RobCo and all its subsidiaries, began investing in private sectors in the years leading up to the Great War. In Fallout New Vegas, it becomes known that two such high priority ventures for him were ensuring his effective immortality through development of a stasis chamber, and the development of the Platinum Chip with its capacity to control a fleet of Securitron robots. He sought to prevent the nuclear exchange altogether, but ironically a direct nuclear hit on Las Vegas on October 23rd prevented the delivery of that command chip.
[2288.02.15-3] In the Anatomy continuity, Ant Lane was the prototype for STAR Core telemetry modules. In practice, it was proven that a majority of what made the system so costly was AEGIS itself, and that STAR Cores are functionally independent of that infrastructure. Untethered from the problem child, Lockreed would go on to effortlessly produce STAR Cores for the military through the S.C.Y.T.H.E. Program. Bradberton would later furnish a contract to procure enough to furnish the Galactic Zone.
[2288.02.15-4] John-Caleb Bradberton colluded with high ranking military, bartering for confidential technologies both with his wealth and with his own inventions. Nuka-Cola produced several confidential military products, and the partnership promised a front-facing public image which would bolster popular opinion of both the soda and the army. He managed to convince Gen. Braxton to permit his inclusion in the incredibly top secret Project Cobalt, which, in kind with House's ideologies, turned out of be another effective immortality technology.
[2288.02.15-5] Brock Taskerlands is a portmanteau of both the property owner and project manager from The Stone Tape. Although his only holdings were in Vermont granite quarries and Pheasant Lane Mall, the billionaire was not so unlike the other eccentric investors who had their individual hands in Lockreed of Nashua's various interfacing and telemetry technologies.
[2288.02.15-6] Ни фига себе. Somewhat vulgar, definitely impolite. No kidding, no frigging way, not flipping yourself off.
[2288.02.15-7] 'Choly and Angel are exchanging various quotes from Vonnegut's Breakfast of Champions regarding string theory, human nature, and self-determination.
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Alright guys 😞 i need some advice for the morning. So there is a comicbook that comes out today that i really want to go buy, the Tim Drake pride special. My plan was to go to a new comicbook store that just opened so i can get the book and also just check out their store because it is closer than the other two near me. I went to their website to try and get info about them and they didn’t really have much on their site other than they are veteran owned. I found their facebook and was checking there and most of their posts were about gaming stuff or collectibles and had nothing to do with comics. They had one pic from a while ago that showed the comics they had just gotten and there wasn’t a single dc comic in the bunch. (Dc comics are ordered from a dif publishing house than marvel or indi and they release on Tuesday instead of Wednesday).
I can’t tell if they even order dc stuff at all or if they just didn’t have them pictured cause they came in the day before the marvel stuff. They also had some posts that were very much pro military and right wing (including one from Chris Prat who is a known Trump supporter) that they had shared from other people for memorial day, and it’s just not giving a vibe ya know. I would just call them when they open and ask if they have the comic, but they open at 2 and the other comic stores open at 11. So if i wait to call them and they don’t have it, i run the chance of the other stores selling out before i can actually drive all the way out to them since they are farther away.
I also have the problem of the other stores being inconvenient to get to. The closer one (which is still a 35 minute drive) is in a place where you have to drive through several one way streets and then park in a parking garage and walk across the busy roadway to get there, which isn’t terrible but if there is any kind of traffic at all then getting into or out of the parking garage is near impossible without going in a big circle to try and get in the correct lane. The other one is 5 miles further away in the other direction, which is also a place where there is usually a lot of traffic, and the guy who always works there (at least while i was regularly going last) can make things uncomfortable (he started out fine but would openly shit talk the local book store i worked at at the time, insult the people I worked with, and then try to convince me to work there instead. He also got weird when I had my friend with me, I’m guessing because he thought we were a gay couple. It wasn’t fun).
Also both of them are owned by the same guy who is an absolute ass hole of a man. He made himself well known to any competition (including the book store I worked at that also sold comics) as someone who would do anything to poach customers and get rival stores shut down, including straight up lying to customers about the other stores employees being “fakes who don’t know anything about comics” as well as what he did to my store by harassing our facebook followers to try to get them to stop shopping with us. The sad part is, it worked. All of the other comic shops that have been around my area (including my old employers) have shut down except for his two.
So basically what should I do? I feel like there is no winning here. I need to pick a place to set up a pull list with but those are my only lcs options. I used to get marvel comics mailed to my house, but they always showed up damaged and I don’t even know if dc does any kind of mail in subscription. Thoughts?
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