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sunny-reis · 9 months

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hcs - enha as college students

notes: this isn't even an x reader (it may be in the future 👀) lmao, this is all lighthearted and i by no means intend to insult or deface any of the enhas or see them fr fr this way

heeseung: comp sci major w/a music minor

deep down would definitely want his degrees to be the other way around

but he would probs realize cs just leads to more of a stable job (not with ai on the rise tho 😍 we love going into a doomed field of study)

(as a cs kid i’m ABSOLUTELY projecting onto my little headcanons about him)

i think..he’d be a NORMAL person that enjoys programming more than learning abt computer hardware or theory

seeing as he’s normal he’d HATEEEEE object-oriented programming (the complex part of programming OUGHGG)

he’d probably know exactly what to minor in for his dream job: music production

he’d DEFINITELYYY be in the school orchestra as a piano

he’s not mysterious enough for a bass, annoying enough for a violin or trumpet, or quirky enough for a cello

he’s an attention whore he wouldn’t even LOOK at the violas 💀

but yeah overall i think he’d know his plans for the future down to a T

probs has an internship at microsoft (derogatory)

now for the most important question

would he be a tech bro?

absolutely NOT

for those that aren’t as familiar with tech bros

just imagine a redditor alpha male with horribly gelled hair that brings the LOUDEST gaming pc to class with a horribly oiled, light-up keyboard, and makes sleazy comments about the one or two girls in every comp sci class

in other words: a woman in cs’ worst nightmare (send help i’m one of TWO girls in a class full of tech bros.)

but yeah he wouldn’t be like that at all

he’d definitely suck at rizzing up women (bro plays LoL in 2023, the year of our lord, need i elaborate?)

i can easily imagine him coming into class with gray sweatpants, a white t-shirt and flannel over, and a double-shot coffee from starbucks every day

he’d probably be the most decent-looking dude in every cs-related class i can’t even lie

for the dudes reading this: if you ever need an ego boost, do basic self-care and dress well (maybe even put on basic makeup), and join a cs class

the amount of mid ass incels with no concept of self-care will immediately make you the most attractive man in the class i kid you not

neways enough of me projecting 💀

as a music student

i could absolutely see him eat up every composition assignment (where you compose your own piece of music)

although i feel like he’d have a teacher that prefers classical music that’d be PISSED every time he submits something non-conventional

omg imagine him composing a whole dubstep instrumental for class

if the music production thing doesn’t work out he’d start a band with a bunch of losers in his dad’s garage and make horrible music that’d still get a decent amount of listens and attention bc he’s hot

it’s giving fallout boy but not emo

maybe shitty indie at best

more utc !

jay: english major w/a philosophy minor

first of all

his ass would NOT know philosophy is mostly math before signing up

i don’t think he’d be bad at math at all but he’d fs be regretting it all

but then he’d debate dropping out until whoop there’s only a semester left until it’s over. too late.

he’d dress up for every class for SUREEE

one word: beige.

he IS light academia pinterest

studyblr WISHES it was him fr

macbook user. i don’t need to explain.

he’d probably have his life together on the outside

bullet journal and aesthetic notion and all

i feel like he’d prefer discussions and deep thought (hence the philosophy) and debates over analysis

he’d LOVE discussing his thoughts abt different texts in class

he would NOT like writing out analyses abt random ass stories tho (hs english was a NIGHTMARE)

argumentative essays are his BITCH fr

i think he’d lose points for focusing more on broader concepts and going just a tad too off-topic in analytical essays, instead of focusing on details and cause-effect relationships and all that

now for the important part: his life outside of college

ik for a FACT he’d be the most likely to have a thriving social life outside of school out of all of enha

don’t @ me it’s not my fault the rest of them are MAIDENLESS – heeseung plays LEAGUE for crying out loud !!

probably goes out to the mall or new attractions like museums every weekend

even tho he minors in arguably one of the hardest fields of study ??

bro would finish up calc III homework in less than an hour 🤯

i bet he’d be there on a scholarship too 😒lucky ass

jake: international relations (global politics) major, no minor

note: ik the average writer would probs make him a physics major but that’s BOOOORING and overdone, plus i just don’t see it 🤷

EXTREMELY IMPORTANT NOTE !!! IR ≠ political science !!! IR focuses on politics around the world, pol sci is more of how internal governments work

(i’m also heavily projecting here bc i’m a politics student send your prayers please and thank you)

i pity IR majors

this boy is TIRED 25/8

tbh the thing with IR isn’t that the content’s hard

a (paraphrased) quote from my IR teacher: “political scientists are lazy, all they do is come up with generic concepts and slap an ‘-ism’ at the end”

it’s moreso the reading and writing.

god the reading.

politics textbooks are so big and expensive it hurts my wallet just to look at the library-issued textbook i have

he’d be running on caffeine and a prayer, no sleep we die like men

not that he’d be a bad student !!

i could definitely see him being that one student that asks the teacher the silent questions no one asks bc they think it’ll make them look stupid (ie. asking them to repeat what they just said or explain a not-so-complex theory)

would definitely word vomit about politics, current and past, to the rest of the enhas (but just to make sure he remembers it all, you gotta respect the grind man)

none of them would understand a thing

jake: “yeah so it’s stupid how there are a whole bunch of states fighting over the south china sea when it’s technically international waters [please don’t quote me on this it’s like 2 am and i’m pulling stuff out of my ass] and therefore has no legal ‘owner’ haha isn’t that stupid?”

the rest of enha, maybe except for jay: 👁️👄👁️

jay: “ermmm akshully 🤓👆it’s in the name, china has legal rights over the south CHINA sea bc it borders it”

i can picture it vividly

imma be honest this man would be a MESS

he’d probably make (futile) attempts to get his shit together like a notion pro subscription, trying to sleep on time, a gym membership, you name it

sadly that’s just the life of a politics student

it’s so hectic it’d be hard to keep up with, but it’s jake, he’d somehow stay afloat

he’d probably come to his minimum wage job after class half-dead but his manager and coworkers would take pity on him and let him sleep in the janitor’s closet

would probably be clinging to the whole “just get through tomorrow and it’ll get better” mentality

it does not. sigh

sunghoon: undeclared until sophomnore (second) year, kinesiology (bio?) major

man honestly

this mf would be irrelevant

probs has a generic major and says absolutely nothing in class

if you blink he’d probs disappear

i feel like he’d initially wanna go for med but then he’d hear about the whole you’re-gonna-sacrifice-the-best-years-of-your-life-for-this-field-of-study thing and said NOPE lmao

which is reasonable

with the amount of ppl doing med in the world he wouldn’t think it’d make a difference if he decided to switch

i feel like he’d just be there for the ride 💀smth abt wanting to “experience all life has to offer” (not in a rich, just here for the business degree way, but more of an “i don’t need a degree to get a job but it might make it easier” way)

so yeah he decides to major in kinesiology, the study of movement according to google

disclaimer i’m not a bio person at ALL so any misinformation is completely unintentional and i will NOT be held at gunpoint to do research about a college major for HEADCANONS at ass o’clock in the morning

neways

he has a decently light workload and therefore a healthy amount of free time

on the occasional he does get a painful assignment he’d procrastinate until he’d staying up and cussing out his past self for not doing it earlier

tbh i don’t think he’d be a horrible OR amazing student

he’s truly MID mid

maybe an average of like … 75% which really isn’t bad tbh the american education system has conditioned us into thinking it is but let’s be fr other than philly cheese steaks what exactly have we ever gotten right.

….neways again

he’d be something like a jack of all trades, master of none

overall a chill guy 9/10 would be fun to hang out with

now for the best part

frat boy sunghoon

idk anything abt frat or sorority life – i’m asian the only thing close to a sorority i’d be in would be like … the school orchestra or book club 💀my parents would kill me – so don’t take everything i say for gospel

you bet your ass he’d be at every party

100% for the booze and vibes he wouldn’t even be there to flirt or rizz ppl up (he’s a self-aware man he knows he has negative rizz but that’s what makes him so ALLURING)

wouldn’t get high or anything tho he’s not all abt that life (that life being running away from the popo)

i’d trust him to walk me home tbh

he wouldn’t hurt a fly the most he’d do is like … attempt to verbally abuse jay

sunoo: art major, english lit. minor

you saw it coming don’t lie

NEWAYS

he’d be amazing at art honestly

making a portfolio would be his Thing yk

yk those big artists that are all about “working on the impulse” and not doing anything until they do ridiculous shit to get over art block

that’s him

but he slays every time he gets over it

god i feel like he’d be the perfect college friend after jay

he definitely has his shit together

i’m talking he does his assignments on time, probably has a half-paid merit scholarship, works a decent job at a taco bell just off of campus, and somehow has a will to live and time to go to the mall every weekend

the thing is, he’s not the most perfect college friend bc he’s slightly more fun-focused and free-spirited than jay, who’s a perfect mix of both

neways no more talking abt other enhas it’s sunoo’s time to shine 😠

i bet his dorm would be the most organized and decorated too oughhgh

he’d be the lucky mf that gets the biggest dorm on the first floor (with like two other roommates but they respect his privacy and all that)

he’d probably be able to get away with dorm policy violations (ie. cooking with an iron or something Not meant for cooking in his dorm instead of the nasty ass moldy ass communal kitchen) by batting his eyelashes and sweet-talking to the woman that oversees the dorms or smth (i’m blanking and i completely forgot what it’s called)

overall the luckiest bitch ever

we should all aspire to be sunoo tbh

if you’re a man and you’re not sunoo … thin fucking ice. do better. /hj

jungwon: biochem major, going for med (specifically oncology, the study of cancer?)

sorry in advance to any ppl in medical 🫶i’m gonna get every part of this wrong lmao

he’s one of Those Guys that’s known exactly what they’re doing since like … middle school

important question: would it be bc he gave into the classic asian parent pressure into becoming a doctor?

they might've played a tiny role in it but i think he'd genuinely wanna go into medical bc he's insane

definitely gets the best scores out of everyone in his class (idk if they use bell curves in med but if not he’d get solid 90s on everything)

i could see him with his life together tbh

homework always done a week before, healthy lunches he makes himself, clear skin, all that jazz

definitely has a merit-based scholarship

probably got a 1560 on the SAT too 😒 lucky ass bitch

i hate to say it

i really do

but he'd be the mf that reminds the teacher abt homework

“ermmmm mr. kim you said we had a pop quiz at the end of class” followed by him being beaten to a pulp

(w reaction/lh)

really cares about getting into a good med school

would DEFINITELY have like two internships every summer

so to recap: basically every asian med student ever (i’m friends with far too many rip med kids)

at least they won't be replaced with ai …

heeseung crying in the distance

NEWAYS

for a med student i feel like he’d be busy 24/7 but he wouldn’t Look like it?

like if you’ve seen a med student, even in hs, they look like they lost a fight to a rabid raccoon

but for some reason jungwon has his shit together like the neurotypical know-it-all he is 😒/lh please don’t kill me

seeing as he’s known what he wants to do since like … middle school in this au, i think he’d fs be on top of all the content he’s learned, if not ahead of everyone else

i’d trust him to be my doctor 🫡

actually no i wouldn’t

riki: theater major w/a visual art minor (get it bc he’s a minor) (i’m hilarious LAUGH)

he’s a quiet little guy, definitely sits in the back of the lecture hall

would milk the SHIT out of being a minority for scholarships and applications

i'm talking his common app essay abt being socially isolated and politically aware, i'm talking abt using any and all minority scholarships possible – in the eyes of the law (and the college board), riki is now half hispanic

i’d say his grades would be pretty decent, not much in the A+ zone (96-100) but at the very least, B+’s

really not that bad tbh

he’d SO be a theater kid in hs

tell me he wouldn't be those mfs that have the whole hamilton soundtrack memorized and break out into random song and dance at inappropriate times

i bet he’d ship hamilton and laurens 💀

neways

i feel like he'd like art as a class but suck at meeting deadlines and portfolio assignments n stuff

which is valid tbh i don’t think any kind of teacher of the arts (not just visual) should be too strict abt that

classes with him and sunoo would make him INSUFFERABLE omg

if you put them next to e/o they won't shut up

which is cute don't get me wrong

but makes trying to work IMPOSSIBLE

but when they're separated he’d be dead silent

you wouldn't even notice he's there tbh

overall a dedicated student with the occasional tendency to be silly and goofy

i feel like his resume would be pretty to make up for the lack of content actually on it

i'm talking canva pro graphics, fancy fonts, graphic design is his passion (not literally)

logically the best career path for him based on his degrees would be a set designer …

but obv he’s either an actor or the manager

probably an actor being a stage manager SUCKS

(don’t get me wrong it’s fun i’ve done it before but oh my GOD. if you ever wanna lose hair really fast become a backstage manager it’ll work 100%)

bonus: best-dressed in class

sunoo - you’ll never catch him slipping tbh 🤷 he’d have the most free time out of the others and would probably spend his time going out and putting together silly little outfits and being cute and adorable bc it’s kim sunoo That’s Just How He Is

jay - light academia light academia light academia light academia light academia

sunghoon (unintentionally) - his sense of style in college would be mid, truly meh, nothing special to look at but his looks make up for the boring attire (hubba hubba 😍) – the type to wear a white t-shirt, timbs, and jeans to class every day (get it 2017 jungkook 😍), maybe even a jacket. his sense of style would be as spicy as salt so not spicy at all, it’s giving unseasoned, boiled chicken

riki - he just Doesn’t Care but thankfully all the items in his closet would be usable (thanks to sunoo, that man would NOT let riki leave the house without running his outfits by him. his logic is that no best friend of his should look like a dumpsterfire !!)

jungwon - similar to jake, no time !! matching sweatshirts and sweatpants ftw

jake - politics majors have no sanity or connection to the real world bc it drives you INSANE after a month, cut him some slack :(

heeseung - the venn diagram of ppl with no sense of fashion and cs majors is a circle.

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beesonhoneytoast · 10 months

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Modern!Demon Slayer and what music they listen to

ib: @sxbrinakanroji ty for the idea boo 🫶🏻

remember these are MY personal headcanons for the characters! agree with them or not, they’re still my ideas.

Tanjiro Kamado

it’s only appropriate we start out with the main boy, the best boy, Tanjiro

tbh his is a toughie

i feel like he’d listen to anything and everything, no matter the genre

except country cos dear god

he’d just find a good song/artist he likes no matter the genre and he’s like

“yep, you’re one of my favourites now”

(he’s just like me fr)

tbh he’d be the friend that’d let his friends go ham on the aux

until inosuke starts playing some cursed shit on blast and ends up upsetting the neighbours

Zenitsu Agatsuma

im just gonna be honest this man probably only listens to girl bands like blackpink, and knows some ogs like spice girls and destiny’s child-

he’s a simp

but fr

like can you imagine him jamming out to survivor??

“zenitsu, what are you doing-“ “AHHHHH!!!! YOU SAW NOTHING!!!!!”

throws a shoe at tanjiro for good measure

let the mans listen to his destiny’s child in peace smh /lh

Inosuke Hashibira

mans listens to heavy metal bands, i don’t make the rules ok-

does the opening to Twist by Korn at 3AM simply to scare the shit out of everyone

*scatting Twisted* “inosuke it’s the middle of the night pLEASE—“

feral boy? feral music taste

PEPPERONI AND GREEN PEPPERS MUSHROOMS OLIVES CHIVES-

the thing i said about inosuke playing random shit on blast when he’s had the aux passed? He really just does it to mess with people, just out of spite

mans loves watching people be utterly confused as to why CPR by CupcakKe is playing and inosuke is like 🦟🦗🦟🦗🦟🦗

Nezuko Kamado

lofi.

no elaboration will be made.

Nezuko listens to lofi (and Blackpink maybe)

mostly lofi tho-

there’s also a tiny part of me screaming that Nezuko is also a Marina and Mitski fan too

Kanao Tsuyuri

for kanao I feel like she would use her coin to decide what she listened to

until tanjiro told her it’s okay to have her own music preferences

after that I think she’s an avid Hatsune Miku or general Vocaloid fan

idk

Tengen Uzui

the idea that basically inspired the rest of the post to really even happen, was from @sxbrinakanroji (their @ was also at the top)

they had the hc that modern!Tengen is a Swiftie and I can’t help but agree with them

BUT

I feel like Makio, Hinatsuru, and Suma were responsible for getting him into Taylor

I feel like pre-married Tengen was a metalhead and also a hip-hop lover

blasted Slim Shady on the aux

then he met the three and now he’s obsessed with Taylor

may or may not had gone to a Taylor concert with the girls

Kyojuro Rengoku

my lil pookie bear

I miss him sm ☹️

curse you Ufotable for getting me to like this loudmouth flamy boy only to make him a freshly glazed Krispy Kreme doughnut all in the same movie

anyways ☺️

he’s an Imagine Dragons and Fall Out Boy fan bc the Rengoku playlists on YT made me do it

Muichiro Tokito

now keep in mind I haven’t seen Swordsmith Village still so I basically have no idea what this goofy lil guy is actually like

but from what I heard from my brother and some friends, he’s no thoughts head empty all the time

white noise

tv static

whatever it is

that’s what he listens to

that’s it

Mitsuri Kanroji

pretty girl 🫶

can’t wait to see her 🥹

she’s the love hashira

ofc love songs are what she listens to

but off the love songs made by women bc

she’s sapphic

and that’s on canon /j

Shinobu Kocho

she’s a runner she’s a track star-

idk who said that uh

anyways

she’s a Mitski fan

WHY ARE YOU BOOING ME IM RIGHT-

Sanemi Shinazugawa

metalhead

that’s all

both derogatory and affectionately, he is a metalhead ☺️

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this was all my tiny brain could fart out, if y’all have any ideas or suggestions please leave them in the comments :)

-ryan 🎐

#demon slayer #tanjiro #zenitsu #inosuke #nezuko #shinobu #rengoku #kamaboko squad #tengen #sanemi #makio #hinatsuru #suma #kanao #mitsuri #muichiro #kny headcanons #modern!kny

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tcm · 4 years

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Sammy Davis Jr.: Civil Rights Activist and Natural Born Entertainer By Susan King

Sammy Davis Jr. was an exceptional talent. He could sing (you’ll get chills up your spine listening to his recording of “I Gotta Be Me”), dance, act and lest we forget, he was a member of the Rat Pack. He and Harry Belafonte made history in 1956 when they became the first African Americans to earn Emmy nominations.

But most people forget Davis was also very involved in the fight for civil rights in the 1950s and ‘60s. In January 1961, he joined Rat Packers Frank Sinatra and Dean Martin, as well as Harry Belafonte, Mahalia Jackson and Tony Bennett, for the Carnegie Hall benefit concert Tribute to Martin Luther King. He also performed at the Freedom Rally in Los Angeles that year and at the March on Montgomery in 1965.

The Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. even wrote Davis a thank you note: “Not very long ago, it was customary for Negro artists to hold themselves aloof from the struggle for equality… Today, greats like Harry Belafonte, Sidney Poitier, Mahalia Jackson and yourself, of course, are not content to merely identify with the struggle. They actively participate in it, as artists and as citizens, adding the weight of their enormous prestige and thus helping to move the struggle forward.”

In 1968, Davis received the prestigious Spingarn Medal from the NAACP for his 1965 autobiography Yes, I Can. Nevertheless, considering his work for the late Dr. King, Davis shocked the world in 1972 when he supported Richard Nixon, who had a poor track record when it came to civil rights and would refer to African Americans in derogatory terms behind closed doors. But there was Davis, attending the opening night of the Republican convention in Miami Beach and then performing a concert for Republican youth. And it was during the concert that he hugged Nixon.

The backlash in the African American community was loud and strong. Wil Haywood stated in his biography In Black and White: The Life of Sammy Davis, Jr., “Sammy failed to understand Blacks’ distrust of Nixon’s ultraconservative views. The hug at the Republican National Convention, in the glare of the nation’s spotlight, seemed too to minstrelsy.“

Davis later said: “By their definition I had let them down. In their minds there were certain things I could do, certain rules I could break. I married a white woman and I hardly got any heat. But by going with a Republican president I had broken faith with my people.”

In a 1976 Ebony interview, Davis reflected that working with Nixon was not a betrayal to African Americans but a way to help Black citizens. “When my wife, Altovise, and I were invited to the White House after the November elections, I repeated [my recommendations],” he noted. “We started to rap, and he asks, ‘What can I do?’ Come on Sam, tell me what I can do.’ So, I laid it down again.”

He told Nixon that the funds cut from anti-poverty programs needed to be reinstated and that Martin Luther King’s birthday should be made a national holiday. But he soon realized Nixon wasn’t listening to him. He regretted supporting Nixon.

Davis was born in Harlem on December 8, 1925 to vaudevillians Sammy Davis Sr. and Elvera Sanchez, who was of Afro-Cuban descent. The couple separated in 1928, and Sammy Jr. lived with his father and his grandmother, Mama. He was just three when he joined the Will Mastin Trio with his father and Mastin. Davis never went to school. In a 2014 Los Angeles Times interview, his daughter Tracey Davis recalled her father telling her, “What have I got? No looks, no money, no education. Just talent.”

As a youngster, he appeared in short films, including Rufus Jones for President (’33). He toured with the Mastin Trio until he was drafted into the Army during World War II, where he suffered so much abuse from white soldiers that his nose was broken three times. “How did he make it and so many others not make it?,” Tracey Davis reflected. “He had talent. But what he went through would have killed a lot of people or make them bitter or just messed with your life so bad you couldn’t get over it.”

In 1954, Davis survived a car crash on his way home to Los Angeles after performing in Vegas. He lost an eye. He wore an eye-patch for six months and then was fitted with a glass eye. Two years later, he opened on Broadway in the musical Mr. Wonderful.

It was announced in August 2020 that a film is in pre-production about the ill-fated relationship in 1957 between Davis and Kim Novak. The relationship was quashed, as it would have killed Novak’s career and supposedly, it quite literally would have killed Davis – a hit was allegedly put out on his life. To keep the heat off of him, Davis was briefly married in 1958 to dancer Loray White.

In 1960, Davis married striking Swedish actress Mai Britt. According to Tracey Davis, her mother, who had appeared THE YOUNG LIONS (‘58) and THE BLUE ANGEL (‘59), was dropped by 20th Century-Fox because of her marriage. Tracey said her parents “didn’t regret being together. My mom loved my dad like crazy and my dad loved my mother. My mother was so lucky because her parents didn’t care.” Though they divorced in 1968, she said they never fell out of love. Before his death of cancer in 1990 at the age of 64, Davis told his daughter why they broke up: “I just couldn’t be what she wanted me to be. A family man. My performance schedule was rigorous.”

Tracey said that her dad and Sinatra were great friends offstage. “He was like a good cushion for dad.” And, if Davis ran into trouble due to his race, Sinatra was there to fight the good fight for his friend. “He’d say, ‘Oh, Sammy can’t come in here? Then I’m not coming in.’ I think it gave my dad such comfort knowing he had this big brother out there that would go to the mat for him.” Davis, who was a chain smoker and was rarely seen without a glass of vermouth, had a falling out with Sinatra in the early 1970s, because the performer was using drugs. “Frank was mad he was squandering himself, doing stupid things. He let dad know about it and dad was kind of well, I don’t care.’’ Eventually, Davis did care and apologized to the Chairman of the Board.

Being a member of the Rat Pack gave Davis a certain visibility, especially in the films they made together, including OCEAN’S 11 (‘60) and ROBIN AND THE 7 HOODS (‘64), but all of the actors were just having a good time on screen. These vehicles didn’t show Davis’s strength as a dramatic actor. But occasionally, he got the opportunity, such as in ANNA LUCASTA (‘58) opposite Eartha Kitt, CONVICTS 4 (‘62) and A MAN CALLED ADAM (‘66). And in 1964, he returned to the Broadway stage in the Charles Strouse-Lee Adams musical Golden Boy, for which he earned a Tony nomination.

“He was very representative of a time and place,” said Strouse in a 2003 L.A. Times interview. “He was created from a lot of forces, like the Earth coming in and ‘whoop,’ here comes Sammy Davis. He was brilliant along with everything else. He was the biggest star of the day and in the theater, he had no peer. We sold out all the time.”

But Davis also missed a lot of performances of Golden Boy. “He got himself very tired or perhaps depressed or nervous,” reflected Stouse, adding that Davis stretched himself thin “the way lemmings go to the edge of the cliff and then they go off. He didn’t go off, but he was always on the end of the cliff. He was very driven and yet very mild-mannered and almost submissive to Sinatra. He had to be loved. He wouldn’t get off the stage.”

As he got older, Davis stopped wearing flashy clothes and jewelry and got back to basics as a singer and performer. And, he is the best thing about his last film, TAP (‘89), with Gregory Hines. Their tap dance will make your heart beat a bit faster. Tracey Davis said though her father was “incredibly driven,” he had a “huge heart, a zest for life. He had more energy than anyone I had known.”

#Sammy Davis Jr #old hollywood #Rat Pack #1950s #civil rights #Black performers #Black actors #Eartha Kitt #Martin Luther King #politics #TCM #Summer Under the Stars #Turner Classic Movies #Susan King

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rankdisasster · 4 years

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the craft (1996)

“id love to see the craft made into a fic” requested by anonymous.

warnings: death, attempted noncon, alcohol

a/n: first movie-inspired fic of more to come. centered around Billy (Skeet Ulrich’s character) and the witchy stuff getting played on him as karma. highly recommend watching if you like cult classics!!

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You could’ve guessed before even moving here that Hawkins was gonna be a fucking drag. The weather was gloomy, the air wasn’t fresh like you’re used to, and it was so uncomfortably quaint that it made you feel stranded and claustrophobic. You bit your nails the entire flight and even after landing, while the pouring rain soaked your clothes and drenched your hair when first stepping foot in the small town.

It was an especially frightening discovery after a gritty argument with your folks, spouting on about what a brat you’re turning out to be, how much of a disappointment you’re bound to become; so in the midst of a fit enraged, not moving from where you lay stubbornly on your bed with angry tears, you had accidentally slammed the door shut. After realizing what you’d done, curiosity had replaced vexation. Neither of your parents could call the cops or toss you in some looney bin, so you chose to avoid catastrophe by keeping it low and only using it if bored in private. It felt oddly empowering, treasuring the gift, but you’d never been compelled to use it for harm before.

After eating dinner with empty conversation and the only background noise being imaginary crickets and the rain, you’d excused yourself once your plate was wiped clean. Stomping back upstairs, ignoring any distasteful remarks aimed at your departure. You wondered that if the town sucked ass, then that meant school likely would too.

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It wasn’t hard to see from a mile away that you did not come from nor belong here. Cliques scattered the halls, although this school surely isn’t as big as your last it still has its fair share. Jocks and douchebags, popular cheerleaders, edgy goths. Those titles never served to you, naturally feeling better going alone. Nobody tried approaching the new girl just to say hi or bother looking in your direction. That is until basic jock Billy Hargrove did with a mischievous smirk during lunch a couple tables away, noticing you’re all alone sipping on your school milk. With crass confidence in his stride, he makes his way over to you in the most dramatic, full-of-himself way as possible taking a seat across from yours.

“Lookin’ pretty lonely there, new girl. Y/N is it?” he raises one brow, not asking for permission before snaking Doritos from your lunchtray, chomping while maintaining a smug expression. You scoff before shoving the red bag of corn chips toward him.

“Help yourself. And yeah, that’s me. Who are you?”

Billy has taken the bag with a don’t mind if I do attitude, answering you with his mouth full while licking the stained nacho cheese off his fingertips. “Name’s Billy. So why you here all alone? Haven’t found your crowd yet, or you just a ‘fraidy cat?”

You roll your eyes before playing along with his stupid game. “Well Billy, I just moved here and haven’t talked to anyone besides my lunch buddy that just hogged my chips,” you snip, watching the cocky blonde tilt the bag up to his mouth to finish the rest of the crumbs at the bottom. When he’s done with that portion of your meal, he points to the carton of two percent.

“May I?”

“Nothing’s stopping you,” you bite with sarcasm. He chuckles at your obvious distaste but nevertheless resumed picking at your food and chugging a good amount of the dairy drink down.

“You owe me fifty cents, by the way.”

“Oh yeah? How ‘bout I repay you with a little somethin’ else instead,” he inched closer, the proximity allowing you the feeling of his breath fanning your cheek. You’d been rendered speechless, caught off guard with how shameless and flirtatious he turned. “I’ll repay you with a few pointers, what with you being a little newbie ‘round here. Sound good?” he finished, grinning at how tense and worked up he made you in seconds. “What is it, sweetheart? D’ya think I’d repay you with somethin’ else?” he snickered, taking your carton again and quenching his thirst, the white drips of milk falling down his chin.

“Nope. Just don’t give a shit about your advice,” you snap back into character, his arrogance provoking you to try using one of your little tricks; maybe make him stutter or choke just so he’ll leave you alone. But that would be breaking the rules, and you were strict against taking advantage of it to cause trouble.

“I’ll give it to you anyways. See, my crew over there thinks you’re pretty cute, so you could come around anytime you like. Definitely avoid those freaks over there,” he slyly nods his head over in the direction of two girls dressed in black, chainsmoking. “They won’t be too welcoming.”

“What’s up with them?” you hush inconspicuously, intridgued by their scandalous bravado. You could see yourself hanging out with them even if that meant disregarding all the misinformation Billy feeds you.

“See the little one on the left? That’s Nancy the Slut Wheeler. Nickname sorta explains itself. She fucked more than half the guys on my team and cheated on her long-term boy toy Harrington,” he explains, not shy about what’s coming out of his mouth no matter how derogatory or degrading. “Not speaking from experience or anything. And the bigger one is Robin Buckley, she’s a dyke.”

“Uh, okay. That all the dirt you got or what?”

“Nah, there’s more shit floatin’ around here about stuff they do. I’ve heard they’re into witchcraft, but I dunno if I believe that one.”

Now that snagged your attention, but you wouldn’t share a thing like that with a guy like Billy. “Anyway, thanks for sharing lunch, Y/N. Was a pleasure. You should come to my practice after school, we could have another fun little chat. Whaddya say?” he licks his lips, holding your stare to persuade you into visiting. “Please?”

You really could give a fuck about watching a bunch of sweaty guys toss and argue around a ball, no matter which sport, but it was hard to find courage to decline his pleading yet intimidating stare. “Maybe I’ll swing by,” you hesitate, earning an enthusiastic holler out of Billy before he gets up from your table and makes a pit stop near you for a moment to whisper in your ear.

“Really looking forward to it, new girl.”

Successfully hiding your hot cheeks as he pats your back, sending a wink over his shoulder before heading back to his circle of friends not-so-subtly watching. When the bell rings to signal lunch’s end, Nancy and Robin catch your eye, ashing their cigarettes, fixating on you. Flustered from getting caught, you quickly snatch your lunchtray and dump whatever’s left in the trash, hanging your head low as you make your way to your next class.

—

Biology class was humiliating. After approaching Nancy and Robin about a group project assigned on your first day, Robin gawked as Nancy glared without a yes or a no about letting you join them. It was a long shot anyways. While awkwardly nodding as they both continuously stare you down, you shuffle to the very back of the classroom. With nothing better to do, thinking no one was paying attention, you flick your pencil in the air, making it stand as your hands stay in your lap. Moments later, getting lost in thought about Billy, wondering what his intentions were, how you were ever gonna fit in here; Robin witnesses the unworldly telekinetic party trick. Her mouth hangs in awe, not believing she allowed Nancy to bully her into rejecting you.

“You don’t know what you’re even talking about,” Nancy argues, popping her chewing gum as she gazes in the bathroom mirror and applies another sloppy smear of eyeliner.

Robin’s scoff is followed by a sigh before turning Nancy away from her reflection. “I know what I saw! She can... do things. Like with her mind. She’s our third, I know it,” the girl vigorously nods her head. Nancy remained unconvinced but decides to give in if it’ll shut her dimwit of a best friend the fuck up.

“Fine, okay! We’ll talk to her after school, see what happens. You better not be fucking with me on this. We don’t need any incidents happening because you’re seeing things that aren’t there,” Nancy stares her down like a wolf threatening to attack, eyeballing the taller girl with satisfaction as she gulps submissively.

—

You decided there was nothing better to do than make an appearance at Billy’s basketball practice after school. As he dribbles the ball and taunts his opponents, he spots you from afar and takes his attention off the game and momentarily directs it towards you instead. With a wink, he sticks his tongue out teasingly before taking his tank top off and giving one of his teammates a high five. While lost in the dance of seduction with Billy, you neglect to notice the presence of two girls lingering behind you.

“He’s not actually into you, you know.”

Snapping your head back in shock, you recover from the cheap scare before identifying the voice as Nancy Wheeler. The one Billy had accused of being the school’s slut. Right beside her stands Robin, not looking quite as vicious as her partner in crime. Robin, the significantly gentler and taller one, gives you a warmer greeting of a wave and a tight smile. Billy said that she was the infamous “dyke.”

“What are you talking about?” you ask, not easily trusting her word but also not believing Billy’s rumors either. Nancy looks over to the court where Billy skips around effortlessly, making a basket for his team and earning praise and applause from his coach.

“He did the same thing to me. See, first he’ll try talking you into sucking him off, then when that doesn’t work he begs you to fuck him. Says all the right things, you’re beautiful Nancy, please baby, I won’t tell anyone if you just come sit on my cock. Then after you tell him you’re still not ready, he tells the whole school you did it anyway. Makes shit up to impress people.” Nancy bites as-a-matter-of-factly, nodding over in Billy’s direction on the court. Billy, busily unaware of being your topic of conversation, jukes an opponent and snatches the ball, slamming the weaker boy down to the ground with a snap of his body being thrown to the ground. You tightened your hold on your schoolbag not knowing who to believe anymore. Hearing one thing and then another gave you a fucking headache.

“Look, it’s not— I’m not even here for him. It’s not what it looks like,” you stammer as Nancy raises her brow with dubiousness. She cracks a salty grin at you then turns to the boys playing on the court.

“Go Billy! Score that basket, baby!” Nancy shouts with manic laughter, sickly happy when the distraction disrupts his focus, causing him to lose the ball and get shoved backwards by another opponent. Nancy turns and slowly struts closer, sitting on the bleachers and leaning over to whisper in your ear with a ruthless ball of hate gleaming her eye. “He’s a jerk. I’d stay away if I were you.”

With that, she jumps off the bleachers and orders Robin to follow. The taller girl weakly smiles again as you sit and stare as they exit the gym and light a smoke outside. Billy watches them leave and huffs, jogging over.

“Hey. Thought I advised you to not hang around them,” he tisks, spreading his legs before pouring a cup of water down his chin to cool off. You blush and look the other way, clearing your throat.

“I wasn’t. They just sorta came and started talking to me,” you mutter with an attitude.

Billy scoots impossibly closer and fixes a stray hair dangling in front of your face, petting your cheek as if you were a child. “Well, don’t believe whatever shit comes from her fat mouth, alright?”

“Um— okay I guess.”

“That’s a good girl. Glad you came, by the way. Wanna gimme your number so we could do this somewhere a little more private, hm?” he beckons, taking another generous swallow to quench his thirst while holding your stare. You’re stunned and backed into a corner again to comply, nodding while grabbing a pen from your bag. Billy holds out his palm and nods to the pen in your hand, encouraging you to get writing. You waver another moment, unsure if it’s smart getting involved, before saying fuck it and writing the ten digits on his palm. Billy’s name gets shouted from his coach, breaking the thick tension that grew as the moments wore on. He yells back that he needed a quick break before blowing you a kiss. After tossing himself off the bleachers and getting back in the game, he stares down at his hand where the black smudged writing is and smirks, looking up only to find that you’re already gone.

—

“Almost didn’t think you’d answer, maybe gave me a phony number or you’d be with those weirdos again,” Billy snorts, bottlecap flying before handing a beer over. You chuckle uneasily before accepting the beverage, tasting the warm mediocrity before swallowing. It didn’t take long for him to call, now being week two attending Hawkins High. His choice of setting for this “date” was a rooftop of some dark building, stars out and streetlights being the only source of light. Billy’s arm has wrapped around you as you both sip on the beer he provided, an awkward silence suffocating the air.

When the blonde got bored, he’d started trailing his fingers down your back, tiptoeing them teasingly awaiting your reaction. When he gets nothing but you stiffening up, he swoops down to devour your neck, feeling you tilt your head for him to give more. Jackpot. His wandering tongue sucks a deep purple mark as his grabby hands reach to grope you through your bra, making you gasp and feel dumbfounded on what to do and what to say.

“Billy, I don’t think—“

“Mm, what is it new girl? You want more, don’t you?” he mumbles in your neck, then gets greeted by the feeling of blue balls and disappointment when instead of coming closer, you pull away. He scoffs and sits up, straightening himself out.

“I’m just not ready for... that. Sorry,” you weakly apologize, outrageously uncomfortable by the invasion of space and feeling wrong when you notice the growing tent in his jeans. “Are you... like, mad or something?”

Billy sighs, humiliated by your rejection that poked a hole in his ego. He won’t give up on his conquest that easy.

“C’mon, beautiful, not like I’ll tell anyone. We could just have a little fun—“

“No, I-I really gotta go. But I’ll see you at school tomorrow?”

Billy glares at the ground, kicking a rock by his feet in annoyance before rolling his eyes. Guess he’ll just have to improvise instead when he brags to the boys tomorrow.

“Yeah, fine.”

—

The next day, sly comments were thrown at you before first period started. He didn’t talk to you at all like usual, your classmates whispering and giggling about the alleged “fun” you shared with Billy the jock Hargrove. Dirty details travelled around locker rooms, even raunchy ones about you supposedly riding him in the backseat of his car calling him “daddy.” He threw in another lie that you asked him to slap you in the face as he fucked you. The purple splotch he sucked on your neck didn’t help defend yourself.

“Hey, Billy!”

The jock turns away from the boisterous crowd that had worshipped him all day. Once he catches your eye he whispers to a boy next to him, whatever secret so hilarious that he clutched his stomach and snorted when Billy finished. He swiftly strolls over to you and folds his hands, faking formality with a plastic smile.

“Yes, new girl?”

“I wanna know why you said that stuff about me. You damn well know we didn’t do anything! How could you?” you whisper-shout, feeling disgusted and violated. Billy snorts a laugh and regains his composure a second later as if all this is some comedy sketch.

“Oh yeah? Really, new girl, I’d love to do it again sometime. Truly... I just don’t like sloppy seconds. You were great though, I had— nah, Daddy sure had a blast. But we’re done here.” Billy pats your head with mockery before strolling over to his circle of friends without a care in the world.

“You know what? Fuck you. Next time I’ll charge a buck an inch, make it cheap.” you spit, barely making it to the bathroom to scurry and wipe the tears desperately spurting from your eyes. You crawled to the corner of the washroom and hugged yourself, quieting down when you hear footsteps inching closer before entering. It was Nancy and Robin.

“Can’t say we didn’t warn you —“

“I know I should have listened to you guys. But now I wanna fuck with this bastard.”

—

Lovespells don’t take much, and the rumors were true. The Bitches of Eastwick had let you in, only took more convincing of your worthiness to Nancy, but she warmed up to you. When she saw what you could do she had to give Robin credit, you truly were their third. And finally, you’d been put in a place you genuinely belonged.

“Is he— is he staring still? What’s he doing now?”

“He’s totally still watching you. Holy shit Y/N, it’s working, I can tell!” Robin whispers as she muffled her laugh with the back of her hand, seeing how Billy couldn’t take his eyes off you longer than five seconds even in the middle of a lecture. As the bell rang, you and Robin gathered up your things to meet Nancy for next period. Billy wasn’t far behind, trying and failing to remain inconspicuous as he followed you.

“He’s behind us.”

“What?”

“Look out.” Right on cue, Billy pushed you and Robin apart to make room for himself while tripping over his shoelaces.

“Uh, hey Y/N,” the boy gulps, scratching the back of his neck, seeing his posse from afar giving him a “what the fuck” look. He flips them off and rubs his hand over your back. “I just wanted to, yunno, apologize for that shit I said. I feel real bad ‘cause you didn’t deserve it. You deserve a gentleman and I can be that for you now,” he explains, blocking your way. His eyes are void of hate or ridicule, instead swirling with awe and devotion as he bit his lip awaiting your forgiveness. You pretend to think, giving his head a noogie like an obedient pet, then grant a forgive-and-forget.

“It’s cool. Maybe tell your friends later that you’re a lying sack of shit, but for now, carry these books for me and my friend?”

He nods vigorously like a soldier eager to please, graciously taking your heavy books from you and Robin and stacking them in his arms. “Of course, Y/N. Anything in the world. Um, do you think I could sit with you in math?”

—

Billy had no fucking clue what happened to him, but he wholeheartedly couldn’t find it in him to even pay it a speck of attention. It didn’t bother him that nothing gave him any pleasure nor satisfaction anymore, the world shrinking to this dead, lifeless black and white, the only light and color he could see that brought joy was her. He could die just feeling her in his arms and he wouldn’t be sad. With complete and utter tunnel vision blocking him from surroundings, everyday he devoted himself to any task she wanted, even pathetically following her and her friends to the girls’ bathroom. He got in deep shit from the entire female staff, but he remained indifferent.

If she said jump, Billy asked how high. If she wanted him to braid her fucking hair, he’d learn fast and make sure it was done thoroughly and flawlessly. Billy was touch starved, weak, losing sight of everyone else around him. No more charming girls into bed, no more basketball wins for the team, his only purpose being solely Y/N’s love or validation. All priorities from the past drastically altered, but there were no second thoughts. No questions, just wants. Needs. The power she held over him was substantial and beautifully overbearing, like black magic or something.

Weeks after the spell kicked in, she now sits in his Camaro with her feet on the dash as Black Sabbath roars from the speakers. No complaints were heard on his end when you demanded he change the music, happily turning it to your favorite station. You plop a sucker in your mouth, tasting the cherry red flavoring before patting Billy’s head and calling him a good boy. Billy blushed and leaned into your touch, pulling over by the pier and shutting the car off.

“You don’t even know what’s happening, do you?” she asks with a laugh. He joins her even though he wasn’t aware of what’s funny. But he finds her delightful, so anything she does or anywhere she goes, he follows.

“No. No I don’t, but it doesn’t matter anymore. Nothing matters. Just you and me,” he promises, playing with a strand of her hair before leaning in. He missed her candy-tasting lips when she turns her head, then feels something in his stomach churn after getting denied her kiss.

“Tough luck, champ. I don’t want that from you, just wanted to talk.”

Talk? Billy recoiled, clenching his fists at his sides. Something inside him is intensifying, he just doesn’t know what. Before he knows what’s happening, he’s shaking, burning with a need that feels so close yet so far. There’s no control stopping it.

“I mean, do you even eat or sleep anymore? It’s pathetic. This should be wearing off soon...” she trailed off, watching the waves crash at a distance.

“I won’t fucking eat or fucking sleep until I get what’s mine, you understand? I don’t care about anything else. I just wanna... why won’t you hold me?” he implored, yanking the collar of her shirt so she’s closer to his lips. It almost feels too good to be true.

“Stop! Jesus, I didn’t mean for it to go this far! You’re under a spell, you jackass, now let me go!” she squeals, punching his chest. Billy ignores it, that indifference coming back. He reached for his belt when he thinks he has her where he wants her but gets stopped by a righteous kick to the crotch, making him howl in anger.

“Goddammit!” the boy whined, cradling himself through his jeans from the excruciating pain.

“Stay the hell away, you hear me? Don’t ever come near me or my friends again,” she threatens, exiting the vehicle before stomping away. Billy scrubs the tears off his face and punched the steering wheel with miserable frustration.

—

“He... he grabbed me. Wouldn’t let go this time,” you gulp, feeling the ghost of his frighteningly tight grip pulling you. Steam shoots from Nancy’s ears as Robin takes comfort and asks if you’re okay. Nancy has already stirred up a plan for revenge as she flips through the pages of spells, searching for the perfect one.

“Nance, what are you doing?” you ask with reluctance, knowing it isn’t anything good.

“We need to make him pay. He was gonna hurt you, case you forgot. Hargrove’s always been a goddamn scumbug, but he tried fucking you without your permission and he won’t get away with it this time.”

—

Billy gulps the last of the beer from the solo cup and belches, eyes half-lidded and bloodshot. They widen a bit when he spots Nancy enter the house party. He’s determined to do whatever it takes to get you again, and if he has to talk to your leech of a best friend, so be it. The blonde seeks Nancy upstairs and follows her to a vacant room.

“Where is she?” he demands lazily, eyes faltering once again as he loses balance and falls to the bed back first. He gets comfy with the beer nestled in his grip, still expecting her to give him insight on your disappearance.

“How cute. Miss tormenting your little wife, don’tcha, hot stuff?” Nancy mocks, crawling over to where he lays on the bed and trailing two fingers over his crotch. Billy reacts with stealth, disgusted as he roughly shoved her hand away.

”Don’t. I’m warning you,” he threatens. “Tell me where the fuck Y/N is. I need, I need to talk to her—“

“I’m not telling you shit! She doesn’t want you, understand? You meant nothing to her this whole time. She used you.” Nancy laughs and points her finger at him. Billy rolled his eyes, calling bullshit. You wouldn’t do a thing like that, not in a million years. This is typical Slutty Wheeler, throwing tantrums because she couldn’t get a taste of his dick anymore.

Nancy’s blood boiled, veins popping out of her forehead; on the verge to end this already. But she has to fuck with him like he fucked with her first. The teenage girl burns with hostility as she recalls the spell, working her magic. She runs her hands over her face as it morphs into yours. She takes a look in the mirror and finds your eyes staring at her reflection. With a sick, evil smile, she gets back on the bed and runs her hands down Billy’s chiseled chest, feeling him jump until he sees your face. He gasps, too dumb from the spell and drunk from the liquor to realize he was being tricked again.

“Baby, I’ve missed you so damn much,” he mumbles to who he thinks is you, unbuttoning Nancy’s shirt and kissing every inch of skin he sees. She moans in ecstasy, laughing at how fucking easy he is, then sticks her tongue down Billy’s throat. They were all over eachother for another twenty minutes until a furious knock interrupts.

It’s you and Robin.

“What the fuck?” Billy wipes his mouth of Nancy’s spit then throws himself off the bed in a hurry. Her spell wore off, now changing back to her usual self, giving Billy a playful wave.

“You’re — you’re a witch! They were right!” Billy stutters, his world turning upside down making him sick to his stomach.

“They usually are,” she shrugs.

“Nancy, you got what you wanted. He’s freaked out, now let’s go.” you ordered, the guilt eating you alive. Nancy doesn’t stop.

“Your lover’s a witch too, yunno. The only reason you’re obsessed with her is cause we cast a spell on you. But that’s why I’m here, helping you forget.”

Billy’s chest heaved up and down rapidly, shaking his head, sobering up. “No. No, she didn’t — she wouldn’t do that,” he denies, sweat gathering on his forehead and heart hammering fast.

”NANCE! This is fucking over! Now let’s go!” you beg, loathing his puppy-dog eyes. Robin stands frozen beside you, knowing how unpredictable Nancy got when she’s angry.

“You’re just jealous.”

Robin gulps and closes her eyes, knowing that’ll set her off.

“Jealous?” Nancy emphasized, preying onto the boy as he backs away. “You’re Y/N’s servant. You barely fucking exist to me. This whole time you’ve treated girls like whores, but you’re the whore!” she cries, feet lifting off the ground, towering over him as he backs further towards the window. Billy’s beyond petrified now, weeping quietly as he dares try calling for help.

“I-I’m sorry, Nance. You know I didn’t mean it. I liked you last year, but— but I’m in love with her now, and I’m sorry!”

His sorry ass apology does nothing besides push the last of her buttons, feeding into her wrath.

“Did you hear that, Y/N? He says he’s sorry! Oh, what a shame we have to kill him, ‘cause at least he’s sorry!” Nancy claws are her hair, spinning back and fourth, screaming nonsense as Billy pleads and holds his hand out to you.

“Who’s it gonna be, Y/N? This rapist scumbag slut, or your friend that took you in when you were a nobody?”

Tears of your own had escaped, mortified by how escaladed things have become. You shook your head helplessly, holding onto Robin for safety. There was no stopping her now. Like a wave from a natural disaster, Nancy thrusts her arms in the air and hurls the boy out the window with God-like force. You’ll never forget the sounds of his cry for help on the way down and the SPLAT when his body hit the pavement. Nancy lets out a sigh of relief as if a long day’s work is finally over, and wipes the sweat beading off her forehead. She turns to you and Robin after catching her breath.

“What’re you staring at, guys? C’mon, let’s find Robin a girlfriend next.”

—

my first whack at a horror-ish/thriller instead of drama/romance. I freaking LOVE this movie, def go check it out if you haven’t cause there’s a lot more plot I left out. thaaaank you all, I’ll be starting the next movie fic soon !:)

#billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove imagine #stranger things fanfic #billy hargrove #stranger things imagine #the craft (1996)

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a psa for the world- please read.

this is something i need to say, and that people need to hear, because our world is full of way too many ignorant people.

if you are not black, it is not okay to say the n word. you cannot say it, and if you do, you are a bad person, regardless of your circumstance or intent. period.

for starters, out of respect. don’t use a racial slur for a race that you are not just out of respect for that race. that’s a basic reason, but it’s bigger than just that.

let’s talk a bit about history. the n word is a word that will forever be associated with slavery, oppression and racial discrimination against black people in the united states. for centuries, the n-word was used as a derogatory slur by white people to degrade and chastise black people. it is rooted in racism and white supremacy. however, in recent times, black people have reclaimed the word in an attempt to undermine the power and authority of its negative connotation. by replacing the “-er” with an “-a,” the word has essentially become an ordinary or familiar term of endearment in the modern black community and as common as words like “bro” or “dude”. if the black community wants to reclaim the n word, they get to decide what they want to do with a word that has been used for generations to oppress their race, and if they choose to use it, they can. but it is a decision for the black community to make. which means that if you are not part of the modern black community, you do not have the right to say the word.

i don’t want to hear arguments about “but a racial community can’t just be the only people with the rights to say a word!” well then, a specific group can’t be the only people who have the rights to get married, but until 2015 (at least in the united states), same-sex couples didn’t have the right to get married, so shut up and sit down.

i think the situations of having a “free pass” also need to be addressed. “free passes” are, excuse my language, bullshit. whether or not you have black friends who “don’t mind if you say it”, or you’re just “singing along to a rap song!” no. you still cannot say it. it is still not okay.

i go to a school that is known for its academics, and when i was first applying, i was very excited, because it’s a great opportunity for me. but after a year, i can also say that it is very, very toxic. and part of the reason is ignorant white, asian, and other races of people who keep on saying the n word (i specified white and asian because those are the two races which i have had the most experience with in saying the n word). recently, some students at my school created an instagram account to share the struggles that black students at my school have faced, as well as to share blm information and other things. there was a recent post in which many people, including people i used to think of as my friends and people whom i looked up to as they helped me start high school with both feet forward, were called out for saying the n word and other slurs that they are not allowed to say. i spent a big part of today reading through the comments, seeing people deny it all when they were called out while multiple people gave proof that they have indeed said these words, seeing people give apologies for their actions, and seeing people even defend others who have used these words. but besides the apologies, some of the stories shared by black students at my school hit hard, and i want to share some of them:

“i’m black. i came out to my white friend and he jokingly said ‘so now i can call you a [n word] and a [the f slur for the lgbtq+ community]?’ i cried in the bathroom after that.”

“in my theater class, there was always a boy who would come to me & beg me to give him an ‘n word pass’. he wanted to say it so bad, and one time when i strongly refused, he said ‘i don’t care’ and started saying it over and over in front of me. i was so upset and i felt like i couldn’t tell anyone.”

these next two may not be associated with the n word, but i think they still show part of my point.

“being a darker skinned black woman, some of my thoughts when talking to a guy unfortunately include: does he like black girls? will he lose interest and leave me if someone with a 3b (a looser curl pattern, for those wondering) and a lighter complexion shows interest in him? does my hair look nice enough right now to hang out? does he actually like me? am i pretty enough for him?”

“i’m black. but anyways, i was sitting in my car and eating lunch. i had my textbook out because i had to study for this big test (the library was closed and the teachers were on lunch duty). a mixed group of white, mexican, and 2 black guys walked by my car saying things like ‘why is she studying wtf’ ‘that car is too nice to be theirs’ or ‘look at what she’s doing’. i was embarrassed of course so after they left i went to go inside. after school i found out that my car was broken into, the books were still there but some change was gone.”

these are just four out of nearly 100 stories people have shared, and i wish i could type them all up and share them with you. if you’re interested in seeing the instagram account, just let me know. anyways, i hope these stories made you see or realize something, or at the very least, impacted you in a positive way. the black community is oppressed so much, and one of the many ways that is happening is non-black people saying the n word.

the black community is simply asking that you don’t say the n word isn’t them being overly sensitive or unfair, but them asking for the same respect and common courtesy as everyone else. hopefully, refraining from saying the n word and realizing there are certain limitations to your behavior will even give you just a small bit of insight into how it must feel to be black in america.

i may not be a member of the black community, but i can see that this is not okay. as a female, a non-black person of color, as well as part of the lgbtq+ community, i have experienced the very tip of the iceberg that is discrimination, and i know that black people have it so much worse. so please, do not say the n word if you are not black. it is not hard at all to try and follow this extremely simple rule, and it’s also a small way you can help with the unfair treatment of the black community. thank you for reading this.

#black lives matter #if you're not black then stop saying the n word #it's literally not that hard

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sanderstalker · 6 years

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Guardian Chapter 13

Warnings: Cursing, Derogatory names, Bulling, Homophobia, Implied character death, Feeling of being trapped, Self hate. Let me know if I missed some thing.

Pairings: Platonic Anological, and eventual Logicality

Word Count: 4,370 _______________ Where am I?

I can’t remember anything.

I can’t see anything.

I can’t hear anything.

I can’t smell anything.

I can’t feel anything.

There is nothing.

Just empty nothingness.

But I know one thing.

I am Virgil.

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“PATTON! Where are you! This was a highly illogical course of action!” Logan yelled into the empty void surrounding him. He had been wandering around for what had felt like hours, but then again there was no way to keep track of time in this place so who knows how long it had been, and Logan was getting highly irritated. Patton had so foolishly drank the potion without even thinking of the consequences. What if something bad were to happen to his consciousness while inside Virgil’s mind. This could traumatize his Ward. Break him. Shatter him to tiny bits that couldn’t be put back together.

“Calm down Logan,” Logan said to himself. “You are being irrational and jumping to conclusions. You don’t know if any of that will happen.” Even so, something was gnawing at the bottom of his stomach making him move faster through the void. “Stupid emotions so illogical.” He grumbled to himself.

Logan continued onwards into the unknown void. He figured moving would be the best course of action considering staying in one place he couldn’t very well find anyone. However, despite the fact he knew he was moving it didn’t feel as though he was. The surroundings never changed. There was no noise around him he couldn’t even hear the sound of his footsteps on, what he assumed to be the ground. Probably the reason he had opted for talking to himself. He needed some sort of noise otherwise he feared he would be driven mad. Logan was usually a calm and level-headed individual but this lack of knowledge about his surroundings unnerved him. Logan briefly considered the option of flying upwards to see if he could spot anything, however, his unknown surroundings made that idea illogical. What if he were to fly up only to collide with something solid that he could not see? So that option was out, but his endless wondering was getting him nowhere.

“STOP STOP STOP!!!!” Someone screamed in the distance. Or maybe it was getting him somewhere. More accurately to someone. Logan quickly dashed in the direction that the voice was coming from. “Please just leave me alone! I am sorry! I know! I will! Just GO AWAY!” Logan was getting closer as the cries became more desperate. He ran as fast as he could. Before he came to a screeching halt. He let out a sigh of relief as he finally spotted the source of the voice. It was Virgil. He had finally found someone!

The relief was quickly wiped away as Logan observed Virgil closer. He was curled in on himself clutching his hair like he was desperately trying to pull it all out. His face was contorted in pain his eyes squeezed shut and his teeth clenched together in a grimace. His whole frame was shaking like a leaf. What concerned Logan the most though was the fact that he was completely alone.

“GO AWAY! LEAVE ME ALONE!” Virgil continued to scream. “STOP!... please…” The last word came out as a strangled desperate whisper. “...please…” tears spilled from his closed eyes down his cheeks as Virgil sobbed. Logan cautiously approached the broken man.

“Virgil? What is the matter? Is there some way that I may assist you?” Logan asked cautiously. Vigil didn’t so much as flinch. Clearly not hearing the other. “Virgil? What is the matter? Logan tried repeating but his words once again fell upon deaf ears. Logan stood in silence unsure of what course of action he should take. Virgil was clearly in distressed but he was afraid of making the situation worse by interfering.

His decision was made for him as Virgil suddenly gasped and his eyes flew open. They were glazed over and unseeing. He stared past Logan at some unknown threat that seemed to surround him. He shrunk in on himself even more than he already had. A blood-curdling scream was ripped from his lips. A sound that could shatter glass. Logan had to cover his ears to muffle the almost inhuman sound. Moving on pure instinct at this point lunged forward in a desperate attempt to calm Virgil wrapping his arms around the distraught man. His vibrant wings blanketing the both of them from the void that surrounded them.

All together Virgil stopped screaming. He looked at the man holding him. Finally seeing him. “How? Who? Why are you here?” Virgil asked his voice still raw from screaming. Logan looked at the man in his arms trying to find the words to explain what he was doing and why he was here. But he couldn't think straight his nerves to frazzled from the screaming.

Virgil stared at him for a beat before he acted. “Get away from me!” He screamed and shoved Logan away. Logan who normally had far superior strength to humans was so startled by the sudden push that he lost his grip and fell with an ‘oof’ to the ground.

Logan blinked at Virgil in confusion for a moment. “My apologies I was merely trying to assist you in your distress,” Logan said lamely still sprawled on the ground.

It was then that Logan finally noticed that something was amiss. Virgil while still carrying his usual traits looked different from how Logan had seen him in the real world. This Virgil was young. A teenager probably no older than sixteen. His frame was smaller than his actual self. He wore basically the same type of clothes he normally would, but he was missing the trademark hoodie that he always wore. And Roman had gushed to Logan about. His outfit also lacked any color. Virgil from present day always had some sort of splash of purple. This Virgil wore greys and blacks only.

“What are you?” Logan asked finally standing up from the ground and brushing the nonexistent dirt off himself. “You are far younger than the Virgil I know.”

The teen eyed Logan wearily. Clearly suspicious. “I’m not telling you, Teach. What about you? What's with the wings?”

Logan frowned at the nickname Virgil had said but answered his question all the same. “I am a Guardian,” Logan stated simply.

“No clue what that is, but you know what I don’t care I am getting out of here before They come back,” Virgil said edging his way away from Logan.

“Who are They? And where are we?” Logan asked.

Virgil rolled his eyes still red from crying not but a few minutes ago. Virgil gestured to their surrounding with sarcastic grandeur. “The cafeteria obviously.” He said.

Logan looked around himself in disbelief. The empty void he had once been in was gone and was replaced by a cafeteria. It was completely empty other than the two of them. “How did we get here?” Logan questioned more to himself than to Virgil.

Virgil knitted his eyebrows together. “We have always been in here…” Suddenly there was a loud bang from what Logan presumed to be the hallway. “Whatever I have to go before They come back,” Virgil said making a hasty beeline in the opposite direction of the noise he had just heard.

“Wait! Who are They?” Logan demanded to reach out and grabbing Virgil’s arm before he could get away. This was apparently a very poor decision on his part.

Virgil began to panic.

“Let Go! I have to leave. You are just like everyone else. Let go! I am sorry don’t hurt me. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” The rush of words spilled from the teen's mouth before Logan could even register what was happening. He pulled his hand away immediately like he had been burned. Virgil immediately crumpled to the floor, once he was released, shaking. “All of you are the same. I just want everything to stop. Please just stop.” Virgil’s voice came out a broken whisper. Even with Logan’s advance hearing, he could barely hear it. “Everyone is right it would be better if I just disappeared.”

With that final choked sob, the door to the cafeteria slammed open and the lights dimmed creating an eerie glow around the whole room that sent a chill down Logan’s spine. Virgil gasped as his head lifted up with a jolt “Damn it They are here.” He said shakily.

“Who?” But Logan’s question was quickly answered as a herd of teenager barreled into the room. At least he assumed they were teenagers. While they presented themselves in a manner that students in high school would. There was one major problem they were black silhouette with no faces. They made the same buzz as a group of teens and he could pick out the sound of girls and boys talking to each other. But these things were horrifying.

Suddenly the group came to a screeching halt. All their heads facing downwards towards the cowering teen on the ground. And they smiled. A white Cheshire cat grin spread across each one of their shadowy faces. As they observed the boy. Logan had to bite back a scream that wanted to be ripped from his lungs. These things were the most terrifying creatures he had ever seen. And they loved the pain Virgil was in.

“Freak!”

This was the first voice that cut through the silence that had settled around the room. The other shadows took that as an invitation for an onslaught.

Loser!

Son of a Bitch!

Poser!

Bastard

Fag!

Burden!

Flamer!

Die!

Idiot!

Ugly!

Homo!

Nerd!

Virgil physically gasped as the words swam around him like they had punched in the stomach.

“...stop...please,” Virgil begged. This desperate plea only seemed to feed the dark creatures. As they began to grow in size. Logan gaped in horror as he watched helplessly, but he knew he had to do something.

“Virgil, these things are not real. It would be illogical to listen to them.” Logan said matter-of-factly. Virgil's sobs only stilled for a second before they started again. Logan did notice one thing though. Virgil had heard him. Even through the chaos of voices he still could be reached. “Virgil logically you should be unconcerned by what these voices are telling you. As long as you don’t listen they can’t harm you.”

Virgil mumbled something through a sob, but Logan couldn’t make out what it was that was being said. Not over all the other voices. “What did you say, Virgil?”

“IT’S NOT THAT EASY!” The teen screamed this time so he could be heard. Logan was startled by the sudden outburst causing him to nearly stumble and fall backward his only saving grace was spreading his wings out to find his balance.

“I fail to see how it isn’t. The only opinions that should matter are the ones of your close friends.” Logan stated.

As if on cue another voice shines through the symphony of voices. “Hey, there kiddo what's wrong?” The kind words a sharp contrast to the hate absorbs around them. Both teen and Guardian looked up at the source. One face hopeful while the other one was strained with pain.

Logan’s hopeful face fell when he took in Patton. to wasn’t his Ward. It was a much younger Patton probably the same age as this Virgil. What upset Logan the most was where this Patton was standing. He was standing not even two feet in front of the swirling dark mass of students. His small boyish features and his light pastel blue attire, made him appear like a ray of sunshine amidst the darkness.

“PATTON, RUN AWAY!” Virgil screamed from next to Logan.

“I would never leave you kiddo!” Patton chirped happily with a slight look of confusion on his face. Seemingly unaware of the horrors behind him. “We’re friends!” Suddenly Patton’s body flickered in and out of focused. His body shifting between clean unmarred skin to beaten and battered. Flickering between the two.

“No…” A soft soundPatton's escaping from Virgil’s mouth as he watched in horror. “This is my fault. He should have stayed away from me.”

Logan looked at Virgil concerned but did nothing. Logan ran on facts and things that made sense. Nothing in here made any sense. Logan’s mind was racing as he scrambled for a solution when he heard a sudden gasp. It was Patton. He had stopped flickering in and out of focus and had stopped on being covered in bruises. The gasp had come from him finally feeling the pain from his injuries. He quickly covered the pain with the best smile he could muster. Which looked more like a grimace to his onlookers. “It’s all good kiddo I’m fine.” he clearly lied.

“No, Patton your not fine!” Virgil screamed. “They were after me. You should have never become friends with me. This would have never happened if…” Virgil's voice came to a halt as Patton suddenly screamed. The shadows that were behind him now had lunged forward and took Patton in their grasp. Shadow hands clenched into the fabric of his clothes. Hands grabbing and pulling backward. His eyes were filled with pure terror as the hands yanked on him.

“NO!” Virgil screamed trying to run forward. Logan acted on pure impulse grabbing Virgil and pulling his back against his chest. Virgil struggled against him but was no match for the Guardians strength. Logan couldn’t bear to watch his Ward young or old disappear before his eyes so he closed his eyes and turned his head away.

But Virgil watched it all.

“Virgil, help me!” Patton screamed as he struggled against the arms pulling him in. The hands, pulling at his body ripping his clothes apart and grabbing at his face. His glasses clattering to the ground. He gasped as he was slowly being absorbed into the darkness his legs now completely engulfed.

Virgil struggles just as futile against the arms holding him from running to Patton. “I’m trying!” Virgil sobbed.

“This is all your fault!”

Virgil froze. “...what?” he choked out

Scared tears slipped down Patton’s cheeks. His torso now absorb as well. “This is all your fault I should have listened when you told me to go. You really are just a burden. You should be the one disappearing, not me.” Patton reached out his arm trying to reach out to Virgil. “Take my hand Virgil switch places with me. Fix the mess you made.” Patton said desperately.

Virgil reached out his hand as far as he could but Logan’s hold on him stayed firm. He couldn’t reach.

Oh, God he had to save Patton he had to.

Their fingers were mere inches from each other, but they couldn’t touch. Patton strained as hard as he could before he deflated dropping his arm which was engulfed in darkness as soon as it dropped. “I see.” He said flatly. “You won’t help me.”

“No Pat, I’ll help just… just hang on I’m coming!” Virgil said struggling even harder against Logan. Logan grunted in response, finding it difficult to hold the thrashing teen in his arms.

“Virgil stop he’s not real,” Logan said trying to contain him, but Virgil ignored him. All that mattered was saving Patton.

Only Patton’s face was still showing through the darkness. His young features contorted in fear as he seemed to continue to try pull away in vain. “I never thought you were this selfish Virgil. This is your fault. You should be the one to disappear. Not m-.” Patton voice was cut off with one final gasp. “Well I guess this is goodbye kiddo.” With that a sad smile came across his face right before being engulfed in inky blackness.

Everything stopped.

Virgil slumped in Logan’s arms.

The shadows retreated through the door they had come through.

The cafeteria lights came back on, but they held no warmth.

Logan’s grip on Virgil finally loosened Virgil fell to the ground almost completely dead weight. He instantly curled in on himself shaking violently. He couldn’t even cry he was just…

Broken.

“It should have been me. Patton is so pure and kind. I told him that he- I tried- I am so sorry. Please… please, I should be the one to disappear.”

“Virgil what you’re saying is completely illogical. That wasn’t the real Patton. How could think you should be in a figments place.”

“I DON’T CARE!!! If it's illogical. I know this isn’t real! I know I’m not even the real Virgil! But this is my reality this is what I believe! This is how I think! I don’t care about the logic behind it. You can’t fix this with just what’s logical. I should be the one to disappear. I am worthless. That’s why I can’t let you wake the real me up. He should just fade into oblivion, and I will relive this torture if it means I can’t hurt Patton anymore. I deserve this!” Teenage Virgil screams.

“Falsehood,” Logan said kneeling on the ground next to the boy. “In what way do you deserve this? What have you done that makes you feel you should be tortured.”

“Patton got hurt because he was friends with me. He wouldn’t have if it wasn’t for me. I should just disappear.” Virgil’s breathing began to pick up as he spoke. The lights to the cafeteria flickered. Another loud noise came from the hall. It was then that Logan realized something.

Things only seemed to get worse the more Virgil said bad things about himself.

The more he believes he should disappear the worse those creatures became but Logan didn’t know what to do. Logic wasn’t working. This boy wouldn’t listen to reason. Logan stood up from his kneeling position and began pacing. Back and forth, back and forth he paced. His mind racing for a solution. He couldn’t think of one.

Damn it!

He felt so useless. He should be able to solve this problem.

Suddenly the doors once again burst open, but this time the large hoard of shadowy teens did not enter. Instead there was one solo shadow. With the same cheshire grin as the others, but this one's eyes were glowing yellow.

“What a shame.” The shadow purred. “A Guardian who can’t protect.” Logan’s pacing stalled. “So pathetic you can’t do anything if it doesn’t make sense to you. If you can’t help this boy how can you ever expect to protect your own Ward.” The shadow laughed. A horrible maniacal sound.

“I will protect my Ward. I have to.” Logan said trying to shut out the voice.

“Out of duty nothing more. You will only protect him because your instincts tell you to. For simple self-preservation. You said so yourself.” The voice hissed venomously.

“I...I” Logan stopped biting down on his own tongue. A metallic taste blossoming in his mouth. It was right. He had said that. Wholeheartedly believing the statement, but now he wasn’t sure. Nothing made sense. He couldn’t do anything if it didn’t follow some line of logic. He was failing his Ward. He could be in danger right now. What could Logan do?

Logan too distracted by his downward spiral of thoughts didn’t even notice the shadow as it approached him and Virgil until Virgil let out a blood-curdling scream. The shadow was growing feeding off both of their fears. The shadow began to slowly engulf Virgil as the others had done with Patton. Logan gaped in horror as he watched the scene unfold.

“Such a shame. All you can do is watch a stare. Frozen in your own decision. Tsk tsk tsk.” The voice mocked as Virgil struggled against him. “Logan you have failed. You and your Ward will die here.”

“Logan! Help me I’m scared. I know it’s selfish, but I don’t want to disappear.” Virgil struggled against the shadow. “I don’t want to die.”

Suddenly Logan’s mind shut off. It stopped thinking and his body moved on its own. He grabbed what searched of Virgil and pulled. He watched as the cold shadow lost its hold on Virgil and pulled away with a hiss. Logan ignored it and pulled Virgil into a hug the two bodies sinking to the ground their limbs twisted together.

“I’ve got you. I won’t let you die. It’s okay.” The words that Logan had so desperately searching for before now just tumbled out of his mouth.

“It’s not okay!” Virgil cried “I couldn’t even do this for Patton. I had to be selfish.”

“No you weren’t selfish. You did this for Patton. You were willing to sacrifice everything for him hate-filled to make him happy. However, you are his best friend. He would Logan without you. He needs you.” Logan let his voice come out a soothing rumble in his chest that Virgil leaned into. His breath slowing down.

“You couldn’t control the people of your past and what they did to him, but who would he have to help pick him up if you were to disappear? He needs you to be there for him in the future. He would miss you so much if you were to go away.” Logan pressed squeezing Virgil closer to him engulfing him in his comforting wings.

“He would be the only one. I have no one else. Everyone else would be thrilled if I just vanished.” Virgil countered.

Logan let out a frustrated huff at Virgil’s stubbornness. Virgil froze realizing he was in fact in this man’s arms and a thought occurred to him. Did this person, who was holding him so gently yet securely, want him to disappear too? Would he miss him? No of course not he barely knew Virgil. Why would he miss him?

The shadow was no swirling around an angry thing trying to get to Virgil. It continued to berate both of them screaming what they hated most about themselves. “Virgil you’re a burden. Virgil you are so selfish. You create pain where ever you go. Anyone who gets close to you always gets burned.” Vigil flinched at the creatures harsh words and curled in on himself. Logan held firm ignoring the feelings of regret and guilt circling in his own head.

“Why should it matter if others want you to do something. The person who matters wants you to be by his side. And I know for a fact he wouldn’t be the only person to miss you.” Logan stated to Virgil’s amazement. Virgil looked up into Logan’s face eyes wide.

“Really, like who?” Virgil scoffed, but his face held a hint of something. So pure and endearing something that made Logan smile despite Virgil’s tone. His face shinned with a glimmer of hope.

The shadow recoiled like it had been burned. It hissed in pain. The barrage of hate filled words lessened as the voice to be strangled as it came out. “No,” It hissed. “He is lying no one wants you around no one would miss you.”

“Falsehood.” Logan’s voice came out sure and firm. As he scowled at the swirling dark mass. “I know for a fact my companion Roman and myself would surely miss him.”

“You would?” Virgil’s question came up small and unsure as he looked at the man holding him.

Brown eyes turned to him with a gentle kindness. “Indeed.”

The teenage boy let out a soft sigh as he leaned in closer to the kind man holding him. The shadow screamed as more shadows flew in the cafeteria doorway, but this time they did not target Virgil or Logan they grabbed the yellow-eyed specter and began dragging it away. Its limbs flailing trying to grasp something. “YOU ASKED TO COME HERE! YOU ASKED ME TO HELP YOU! YOU ARE A BURDEN! NO ONE WANTS YOU!” The voice screamed desperately.

Virgil pulled his head off Logan’s chest as he watched the thing go and shook his head. “No, you're wrong. I may not have a lot but there are a few people who want me around. It would be selfish of me to deny them that.”

“Wonderfully put Virgil.”

“Thanks, specs,” Virgil said glancing up.

With one final scream of rage, the shadow was dragged away. The doors slamming shut once he had gone through. The cafeteria around them faded and they were once again in the void Logan had originally been in, but this time it didn’t feel so empty.

Virgil pulled himself away and stood up. “Well, you better get going.” Logan stared at him blankly where he still remained on the ground. The teen chuckled as he reached his hand down to the Guardian on the ground. Logan decided it was in the top ten of his favorite sounds. “You have to go wake the real me up,” Virgil stated as thug it was obvious.

“Oh,” Logan said, “How would I do that.”

Virgil just shrugged. “That’s up to you and the rest of you to figure out.”

“Well, that’s helpful.”

“Sorry Specs, but hey you got part one done.”

“And what would that be?” Logan asked.

“I want you to wake the real me up.” Virgil said simply “All three of me have to be willing.”

“Um, okay,” Logan said trying to process the information he had been given.

“See Specs, just keep walking you’ll find what you need to,” Virgil said pointing in a seemingly random direction in the void.

“Right goodbye Virgil.” Logan began to walk in the direction Virgil had pointed.

“WAIT!” Virgil shouted. Logan spun back around to face the teen.

“Yes?”

“Why would you miss me you barely know me?” He asked. “It just doesn’t make sense.”

Logan smiled. “You know Virgil I have come to realize not everything in this world makes sense. But more often than not it is the truth. Something is just seeming illogical and…”

“I think that's okay.”

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I am Virgil.

Where am I?

I don’t know.

Can I remember anything?

Not really.

I can’t smell anything.

I can’t feel anything.

I can’t see anything.

I can’t hear anything.

Wait no.

I can see a small light.

I can hear voices.

They are kind.

I need to find it’s source.

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Sorry this chapter took so incredibly long. I had some serious writers block on this chapter. Thanks to @the-incedible-sulk for beta reading this. It was so helpful. It might be another while until I post anymore original content because I am back in school and have a lot of hard classes so bear with me please.

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#logan sanders #teenage patton #teenage virgil #guardian angel #angst #fanfic #self hate #violence #homophobia #bullies

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grapevynerendezvous · 3 years

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The Blues Project - Projections

The band name implies the blues, and that form of music was certainly part of The Blues Project’s repertoire, but their eclecticism was apparent in everything they did. Projections was their second album, and the first one created in a recording studio. By this time they had received some national attention from their first album, a live one that lead to some touring around the U.S. Their first time in a studio lasted all of three days. While the tracks they produced included songs that they had been playing, new songs were written by band members that ended up on the album. None of these songs were blues numbers, but rather drew from folk, jazz, rock, R&B and pop elements; even a touch of classical. Steve Katz, who played guitar, harmonica and sang, wrote his first ever composition for Projections. Intended to be called September Fifth, it ended up on the album as Steve’s Song due to some confusion between the label and the band’s manager, Jeff Chase. It is a folk-pop composition which has an extended minute and half intro featuring Andy Kulberg’s flute playing plus Roy Blumenfeld’s underpinning on drums, which also comes off with a classical feel to it as well. Al Kooper wrote the other two original numbers. The album’s closing track, Fly Away, was apparently about Kooper’s failed marriage, but ends the record in somewhat of a light and flowing manner. It was his jazzy composition, Flute Thing, that got a lot of attention. This again featured Andy Kulberg on flute, with good counterpoint from Kooper’s organ playing, and the suitable percussion work of Roy Blumenfeld. The uniqueness of this piece made it an “underground” favorite among the growing number of “experienced” music listeners. In a 2015 interview with Frank Mastropolo for Ultimate Classic Rock, Roy Blumenfeld said “The lead-up to the song Flute Thing, that became the Muzak to a lot of folks' acid trips out there on the West Coast. It was, so to speak, their metaphoric elevator.” Both sides of Projections open energetically with blues/gospel songs arranged and sung by Al Kooper. Blind Willie Johnson’s (Lord) I Can’t Keep From Crying starts the album off, first implying it is the blues, but moving at a frenetic pace, it quickly goes psychedelic; the band propelling it to a high crescendo as lead guitarist Danny Kalb brings it to a close. Wake Me, Shake Me comes from a traditional gospel song, but it too builds into high energy. It was a song the band liked to improvise on and was often the closer for their performances. The band’s energy level alternatively rose and fell with the four numbers on side one. After Steve’s Song came the Chuck Berry rocker, You Can’t Catch Me. One of the band’s first big gigs was opening for and then backing up Berry. Kooper said, “That one had a really cool kind of groove to it that we got into. Danny (Kalb) did a real sterling job of knockin' that one out of the park when he would do it.”. Finishing side one, it was all Kalb in this slow-paced tribute to Muddy Waters, playing his Slow Train Running. Al Kooper said of it, “We started playing it and as we became a better band it became a better arrangement. And there were amazing things in it. It was a really great arrangement. It's nothing like the Muddy Waters version.” Even though the recording was nearly eleven and a half minutes long, it stayed powerful and moving right to the end. Kooper goes on to say, “What's really funny is on the version that's on the album, Danny's string went out of tune and as part of the arrangement he tuned it back up. It was fabulous, we didn't have to stop. Normally you would stop. But he made it part of the arrangement. That was a great moment.” Danny Kalb added, “We were up there in the studio and there's magic in the air. We were right before the end and I hit one bad note, but I quickly made the bad note into a good note in a quarter of a second. And the thing comes together and ends right and we've got a masterpiece.” No credit to the engineers, who were setting up for the next artist, Eric Burdon, to come into the studio, according to Steve Katz. The Blues Project had an opportunity to be on a bill with Muddy Waters and they played Two Trains Running. Reflecting on this, Danny Kalb said that when he later saw Waters leaving the club, “So right before Muddy opened the door to go, I went up to Muddy Waters and I said to him, "Mr. Waters - well, what did you think?" And I knew at that point that he knew what I was asking him. And he said to me, "You really got to me." If I had died then, it would have been enough.” Another slow blues number on the album was Caress Me Baby by Jimmy Reed, which The Blues Project also put there own spin on, with Danny doing lead vocal and guitar once again. Another folk-pop song rounded out the album, Cheryl’s Going Home by Bob Lind. Lind had released the hit song, Elusive Butterfly, and that song was the B-side of the single. Kalb says of it, “That was a song by another composer, Bob Lind, I just listened to recently. The Blues Project version is excellent, Bob Lind's version is excellent, it's the best of both worlds.” In the 2015 interview with Mastropolo, Kalb, Katz and Kooper all had derogatory comments about their experience with the record label. Kalb: “Unfortunately, the record company just wanted to make a few bucks. They were not interested in the artists, and on the back of Projections, one of the great albums of the '60s, I don't think our names are on it. That's criminal.”, and “I think that the way the Blues Project has been either forgotten or dissed is disgraceful. We were one of the most exciting bands in the period. We took big chances, spiritually and musically”. Katz: “I have to say that our record company was really awful. There were things like that that were missed. From changing the name of my song, from not giving us enough studio time, not putting our names on it. There were just a lot of mistakes. There always were with Verve Folkways.” Kooper: “We never saw the cover until it was in the store, and all stuff like that. We had zero control. We never heard the mixes 'till it was in the store.” Despite that the album did moderately well on the Billboard Top 200, hitting No.52. With a producer like Tom Wilson, who had already worked with Boy Dylan, Simon and Garfunkel, The Velvet Underground and The Mothers of Invention, it was too bad that he and The Blues Project weren’t given a reasonable opportunity in the studio, and to have their say about the finished product before it was released. With all that, they still managed to create a tour de force.

I suppose in buying this album I basically thought I was getting a “blues” record. I had heard some of the music from The Blues Project’s Live at Cafe Au Go Go when I was at the home of a friend of mine, Kenny Wardell, and so was familiar with their name. Kenny, who was older than me went on to become a radio personality at stations in Sacramento and the Bay Area, including KFOG back in the ‘90s. That record was mostly blues, but there were a few folk-pop songs on it as well. When I finally got around to it, I mail ordered Projections, and along with the first Grateful Dead album, made this the first time had personally purchased multiple albums and used mail order to buy them. My mom had been doing so for quite some time through Columbia and RCA record clubs. All I remember is that it was some company in New York City. By the time I purchased Projections, Verve Folkways had changed to Verve Forecast, but my album was apparently in the midst of that change. The back cover said Verve Forecast and a slightly off-kilter Verve Forecast sticker had been applied to the front cover, but the end panel still had Verve Folkways on it. The record itself says Verve Forecast. Considering some of the concerns the band had about their treatment by the label, this was of little consequence. I had heard rumblings about the song Flute Thing before I got the album. I may have even heard it, but once I got the album I began to really appreciate it, even if I wasn’t using LSD. It was the first piece of music I ever recalled hearing that featured flute, except perhaps its’ role in Tchaikovsky’s Peter and the Wolf suite. The rest of the record grew on me very quickly. I've learned a lot about the blues since I got this record, and I still appreciate the way these Greenwich Village Jewish white guys played it. Of course it wasn't all blues, what with the jazzy Flute Thing, and songs that were pop and folk based, R&B and rock and roll, plus some gospel to spice things up. I hadn’t thought of it as having anything psychedelic to it, but it turns out indeed it did. Both I Can’t Keep From Crying and Flute Thing fit that bill. Projections was my introduction to “long songs”, something that attracted me to future albums at times. At a total length of over fifty minutes, it was likely the longest album I had heard of up to that time. I had a few records that topped out at nearly half that long. The two songs on the album that were long, Caress Me Baby at 7:12 and Two Trains Running at 11:20, were both slow-burn favorites of mine. I have a special memory regarding Caress Me Baby. As time went by as a young man I always thought it would be a cool slow dance song. In 1968 my best friend and I decided to DJ a New Year’s Eve dance for an organization we belonged to. Another friend’s dad loaned us his great home sound system and we alternated as DJ throughout the evening. Not long before that event I met a an attractive young lady and invited her to be my date. She hung out with me while I spun discs and we partied and danced while John did the honors. By request he finally gave me the opportunity to dance with my pretty date to Caress Me Baby. Soon the young lady was my girlfriend, and four years later to the day, she became my wife. Thank you Blues Project, and thank you John. Can’t Catch Me was the first Chuck Berry composed song I ever had, and it too is a favorite of mine. Overall, the eclectic variety of the music, weaving in and out of fast and slow, jarring and relaxing, bluesy and folksy, worked well for me. It is still one of my favorite all time albums. It was ironic to see band members complain that their names weren’t on the album. Somehow I managed, back in the day, to figure out who they were. Perhaps I read something in the SF Chronicle. By that time changes started occurring, such as Al Kooper leaving, forming Blood Sweat and Tears along with Steve Katz, and eventually recording Super Session with Mike Bloomfield and Stephen Stills. Turns out not long after I got the album Kooper left the band, but I didn’t learn that until later. Eventually he went on to produce Lynyrd Skynryd’s first three albums. I didn’t hear of the band Seatrain until quite some time later, but as it turns out the roots of that band tied in directly with the demise of The Blues Project. Andy Kulberg and Roy Blumenfeld had formed Seatrain with four other musicians in 1968, after one more Blue Project album had been issued. When they released their first album on the same label, Verve Forecast, the label insisted it be under the name Blues Project. Essentially this was the first Seatrain album, but the next year they officially released their “first” Seatrain album, Sea Train on A&M Records. The band was formed in Marin County, CA. Ironically Roy Blumenfeld, a New Yorker, eventually ended up living in Marin County. I became aware of this when I went to Don Quixote’s International Music Hall in Felton, CA in 2011 to see the Joe Cohen band with Greg Douglass, Bruce Barthol and Roy on drums. I had never ever thought I’d meet up with a member of The Blues Project, but I’ve seen Roy several times since as well.

The formation of the band came about after a compilation album called The Blues Project was released by Electra Records in 1964. Danny Kalb was paid $75 for recording two songs on that album. With the British Invasion, things began to change musically. Kalb changed from acoustic to electric guitar and in early 1965 formed the Danny Kalb Quartet, which included rhythm guitarist Artie Traum, bassist Andy Kulberg and drummer Roy Blumanthal. Steve Katz replaced Traum soon after, when Artie went to Europe for the summer. After adding singer Tommy Flanders the group became The Blues Project. They auditioned for Columbia Records who summarily declined to sign the band. Al Kooper had been hired by Columbia’s Tom Wilson to play keyboards as a session musician at the time of the audition. Kulberg and Blumenthal had worked with Kooper during the recording of another compilation album put together by Electra and was invited to join The Blues Project. Meanwhile producer Tom Wilson left Columbia and went to Verve/Folkways, then signing The Blues Project to that label. This soon lead to the first album project for the band. In November ’65 and January ’66 the live recording was done. By the time of its’ release Tommy Flanders had left the band, thus he was only in a few of the tracks. That release occurred quickly after the last recording was done, the album coming out that very January. It had some reasonable success and the band ended up touring to support it. That April they received rave reviews after their appearance at The Fillmore in San Francisco. The recording of the next album, Projections, took place in the fall and was released in November. By spring of ’67 Kooper left and the band completed their next album, Live at Town Hall without him. That album was not all it seemed to be. There was only one actual Town Hall live cut, while other cuts were from other venue live performances, plus recording outtakes using canned applause. The album did contain the band’s only charting single, Al Kooper’s No Time Like the Right Time. It has been called one of the "great hit singles that never were”. Kooper left after a disagreement with Danny Kalb about Al wanting to add a horn section. Kalb then disappeared for a few months after a bad acid trio, but he resurfaced in time to play with the band at Monterey Pop. It was said that he was in a deeply depressed state just prior to that event. Not long after that Katz left the band followed by Kalb. This lead to the Planned Obsolescence album that was in reality the new band Seatrain. With a modified lineup (including Kalb and Blumenfeld, plus Flanders on the 1972 album) three Blues Project albums were released in 1971-73, the final one being called The Original Blues Project Reunion In Central Park, which included Kooper, but not Tommy Flanders.

Jeff Tamarkin sums it up well in his 2018 review of The Blues Project in Best Classic Bands, “Sadly, the band is not well known today among younger rock fans, but many who were around at the time still cherish their small but potent output, particularly the one studio set that encapsulated everything that made the Blues Project a great ’60s band.” I firmly believe they were a great band for any time period, and that there is still time for younger generations to know and appreciate their music.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Blues_Project

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Projections_(The_Blues_Project_album)

https://bestclassicbands.com/blues-project-projections-6-20-18/

https://www.allmusic.com/artist/the-blues-project-mn0000041899/biography

https://www.allmusic.com/album/projections-mw0000202605

https://ultimateclassicrock.com/blues-project-projections/

http://www.theblues-thatjazz.com/en/blues/796-bluesproject/24626-the-blues-project-projections-1966.html

https://www.discogs.com/artist/252489-The-Blues-Project

Flute Song Live at Monterey Pop https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1oIE95Ro9Ms

https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLCCF5F612C7F6E73F

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OP of the B stands for Brave post was bisexual and making a joke. There are a lot of silly nonsense "lgbt stands for xyz" posts without political or derisive intention, maybe you haven't seen them but I read OP's post as in that genre

Hi, friend. Hoo boy, strap in, because here we go.

I’m actually aware of the post’s intent (as I stated in my post), but it nevertheless bugs me, and I stand by my addition to it. I teach in a high school in a fairly homogeneous and conservative white community in the northern United States and have lost count of the times per day that I have to talk to students about their use of the word ‘gay’ as a derogatory slur. The canned response that they all seem to have memorized is “He/she/they knows I’m joking, Miss. It’s just a joke.” And so I will explain to you the same thing that I explain to them. When you make jokes at the expense--even if that is not your intent--of marginalized communities of people who have to fight for existential legitimacy and validation in basically every facet of their lives, you are equating that existence with a joke. You may not intend it that way, but you have no way of accounting for the experiences or reactions of every person who will encounter your ‘joke.’ As a teenager going to high school in the early 2000s, I never once heard bisexuality mentioned as anything other than a joke made to/about my gay male friends who were in the process of coming out, or as a deviance on the part of girls who must be trying to get guys’ attention by ‘performing’ sapphic desire. This, coupled with the fact that there were literally no bisexual characters in any of the media I consumed (a problem that is still pervasive to this day), made me believe that I must be literally insane to feel the way I did until I was in my mid-20s. That I must be a fiction that I’d been telling myself my whole life.

And so, I do understand (because I’m actually not stupid and can grasp the nuances of Internet memes) that the post was intended as a joke. But bisexuals face erasure not only from the heteronormative mainstream, but from the LG community as well. The number of bisexuals I have met who have at least one story of being told by a potential same-gender date/hookup/partner that they did not date bisexuals because we’re promiscuous, or straight-and-pretending, or that we must be easy... that number is Of Note.

Unlike gay and lesbian folks, who are at least still visible and intelligible within a binary and monogamous structure even as they face despicable homophobia and intolerance, bisexuality is difficult to project and have recognized while still adhering to the societal norm of monogamy. Because we understand not only sexuality but partnership as a binary structure, bisexuality becomes easy to invisibilize and erase, slut-shame and make deviant from BOTH sides of the hetero/homo divide. It is not a coincidence that roughly half of bisexual women experience sexual assault, as opposed to roughly one in six heterosexual women (still way too fucking high) and only about 8% of lesbians.

(I should note that I’m having to cite those statistics off the top of my head, because when I went to find a link to RAINN’s statistics page, my school computer’s filter blocked me, citing “Inappropriate Search Terms”. I tried the same search without the word ‘bisexual’ and it worked perfectly fine. Ipso facto: it is bisexuality that is inappropriate according to this algorithm, and not sexual assault.)

See what I mean?

Maybe OP has been luckier than I have. Maybe they have been able to live unproblematically--proudly! Joyfully!-- in this identity without having experienced the painful and limiting effects of bisexual erasure that have fucked me up for literally my whole life. If that’s true, I’m so glad. Because it DOES take bravery to be bisexual. It takes a TON of bravery to stand up in a world that is at most skeptical of your existence and at worst actively hostile to it and assert your right to be known, understood, and visible. But the visibility is important. The word is important. It has meaning, it has weight, and when I see it substituted in the queer community’s already-dubiously-inclusive acronym--regardless of intent-- it gets my hackles up.

You can’t do anything about bisexual erasure if you literally erase the word ‘biseuxal.’

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Discrimination/Grossness Myths

This list finally has reached significant length, so I’m proud to introduce a Read More.

The list is about debunking, explaining, or confirming myths that make it around Tumblr that concern social justice issues, primarily.

Content warning for appearance of, mention of, and discussion of:

Ableist slurs, ableism, racism, antiziganism, antiziganist slurs, queerphobic slurs, queerphobia, antisemitism, racial slurs, audism, sexism, patriarchy, uncensored slurs, Five Nights at Freddy’s, the Holocaust, Nazism, anti social justice, doxxing, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, the character Derpy Hooves, rape jokes, audism.

“Derp” began as a way to describe Down’s Syndrome kids.

“Derp” was invented by the South Park creators, originally appearing in their movie Baseketball, and then later re-emerging in South Park several times where it eventually caught on from. It refers to people being stupid, akin to “durr” or “duh”. South Park commonly makes characters use slurred, ridiculous gibberish to showcase stupidity.

“Faggot” comes from the bundle of sticks used to burn homosexuals at the stake.

There are very few instances of gay men being executed in this manner, although laws did exist stating this. Additionally, this term was never used for queer people until relatively recently.

The term does come from its original definition of “bundle of sticks”, but it became used for people when it was used to describe women who collected them, primarily old, poor, widowed, and “ugly” women. If it had anything to do burning at the stake, it would instead reference witches.

It continued being used as a slur for women similar to spinster or shrew, or in other words as something relating women to being unwanted by men.

In the 20th century, “faggot” can be found slowly replacing “sissy” as an insult for boys who were deemed “too feminine”, and eventually both words can be found being used to imply that said boy is therefore gay. In the 60s and 70s, “faggot” boomed into being a slur for gay men in general. Modernly, it has become used for all queer people.

In relation, “fag” as a slur, can possibly be traced to the 17th century, when a practice among school boys in which boys did favours, often sexual, for senior male students was possibly coined as “fagging”.

“I came out to have a good time and I’m honestly feeling so attacked right now” is making fun of people with anxiety.

The phrase actually comes from a personal post made by a Tumblr user in which they bragged about drinking a specialty drink, implying it was high class alcohol, but was rained on by another person, and they made this response after a pause.

The meme is about being called out or corrected; a person says this phrase after being criticized or challenged.

Five Nights At Freddy’s creator made an anti-choice game.

The game in question potentially has anti-choice sentiment, and the creator has considered himself as very religious.

However, he comments that the game didn’t have abortion in mind, but leaves a vague answer about whether it is pro-life or not. Comments on another post that is no longer accessible state the game is not pro-life.

The questions become instead: 1. Do we believe these comments are his? After all, these comments are on a random, small blog that popped up very conveniently after the backlash, and the post no longer exists.

And 2. do we believe he is telling the truth now that he’s experienced backlash? After all, his statements are vague in the official articles, neither saying yeah or nay to a pro-life message, and stating people are mad, rather than addressing why and whether or not they are right.

The word “Holocaust” specifically refers to Jewish deaths in Nazi Germany only.

Holocaust is actually Greek and technically has been used for a few different genocides. The Jewish term is Shoah.

Many claim the political aim as being a conscious effort to refuse the acknowledge other victims and the widespread role of Nazism against multiple oppressed groups, and to deny the further subjugation of all victims, for example how LGBT+ victims remained imprisoned and unpardoned for decades. supposedly, a few Holocaust museums have aggressively denied to represent LGBT+ victims in particular.

Additionally, many Jewish people find this belief offensive, because they find it insulting to be described by a Greek word when Greece has had a history of antisemitism, and the term “holocaust” originally referred to Greek religious practices that were not Jewish.

That isn’t to say the Holocaust didn’t primarily affect the Jewish (it did) nor that Holocaust denial and general denial of antisemitism don’t exist (they do). Nazism is no different than any other brand of christianity-backed white supremacy.

The original Statue of Liberty was of a black woman who escaped slavery.

Snopes.

Spook and all derivatives are anti-black slurs.

At one point in American history, spook was used against black people.

Spook has always meant something along the lines of a ghost (hence its outdated use for spies - they are like ghosts). I haven’t found any reference as to how this definition was decided to be a way to slander black people, but it may have to do with Tuskegee-trained black pilots in WWII being referred to as “spookwaffe,” which the pilots reclaimed in pride (as American pilots often did). Additionally, some etymology dictionaries suggest it may be because “black people are hard to see at night”, thus, the term relates this to ghosts’ invisibility, or their being incorporeal.

As it has obviously been relatively unknown that this was ever a thing, it may mean that the slur wasn’t very popular, or that this is another example of whitewashed history.

It is outdated as a slur. It’s been at least 50 years since “spook” has been considered a slur for black person, and as a slur had a very short life (possibly being used only around the 20s-50s, at the longest). A great many black users have spoke out against posts demanding the purging of spook and its derivatives, because of this. Spook still means ghost (or spy), spooky still means… well, spooky, spooked means scared.

However, it is always important to note that using a word with a history as a slur, regardless of how outdated, as a derogatory noun against someone that slur affects, is, well, obviously using a slur.

“Fuckboy” is a slur for queer/trans men.

“Fuckboy” is African American Vernacular English for a guy who is one or more of the following: an alpha male, a misogynist, a tryhard edgy tough guy, a tool, and other such similar labels. Basically, it’s “black” for a shitty dude.

It did not originate with the Skeleton War meme. It has never been meant as a queer- or transphobic slur.

Hasbro plans to remove Derpy Hooves. They changed her because of Internet SJWs/Yamino.

Hasbro has not announced such plans and continues to market merchandise with this character, as well as produce episodes with her in them. They have officially named her as Muffins.

Hasbro also cited a few concerned parents contacting them over her character, and denied that they knew anything about an Internet campaign or Yamino.

Derpy Hooves vs Ditzy Doo vs Muffins

The gray pegasus pony whose eyes sometimes cross has finally been given an explicitly official and permanent name, and it’s Muffins.

Originally, the name was intended to be Ditzy Doo, a name stated to an offscreen character in Winter Wrapup. However, due to fans quickly assigning the name Derpy Hooves to her as they noticed her in the background, a last minute change was made to the script as a nod to the fans. Due to the above, the episode stating this name was withdrawn and re-released with edits omitting this name. In 2015, merchandise was labeled with Muffins and crew members stated this was her name, and the decision was potentially made to make clearance items more easily marketable.

http://mlp.wikia.com/wiki/Derpy

The “Name” section details the history behind Muffins’s name.

SJWs/pinkiepony made Tumblr take down Molestia

Hasbro has a record of making legal moves to protect the kid-friendly image of their products. So, of course, a very popular blog featuring one of their high-market characters as a rapist would find itself in their gaze.

Hasbro sent Tumblr and/or Molestia’s mods/creators legal threats if the blog was not removed.

As with the issue of Derpy Hooves, Hasbro has made no admission that Internet campaigns or users have had anything to do with their actions. They have only confirmed that they were the ones who forced the decision to have the blog removed. Despite this, bronies have continued to try and suicide bait, doxx, and send death and rape threats to pinkiepony and others.

Plebcomics/CommunismKills were doxxed by SJWs

Both these people posted their personal information themselves.

Additionally, plebcomics actually dared Tumblr users to utilize her information.

She was fired for posting her employer’s information, not for her comics, and she was eventually given her job back.

“Gypsy” is derived from/refers to “Egyptian” [and is thus a compliment]

This is true but doesn’t actually change its status as a slur, and in fact is part of the reason it is a slur. Please don’t mock the severity of antiziganism.

“Neurodivergent” is meant for autistic people only.

The coiner of the term says otherwise

Spoon Theory only applies to people with chronic physical disabilities.

“I think it isn’t just good for understanding Lupus, but anyone dealing with any disability or illness.”

Self diagnosis is dangerous [and/or other negatives here].

Here’s my post dissecting the issue of diagnosis.

Here’s some more helpful posts about the psychiatric field and its relationship to diagnosis.

“Butthurt” has origin in anal rape jokes.

Butthurt actually refers to the concept of a child crying after being spanked. It’s still a shitty thing to mock but not nearly as shitty as mocking rape.

Christophobia is a major issue as bad as islamophobia and antisemitism.

Christophobia is only a major issue in select parts of the world, which completely excludes the west, with the reverse being true in the cases of islamophobia and antisemitism. Western Christians are a high privileged group and quite frankly Christians suffering in religiously suppressive countries often find themselves outright insulted by privileged Christians laying claim to an oppression they don’t actually experience.

Christians die in Egypt.

Christians are considered the only ones you can trust to hold political office in the US.

“Dumb” is an audist slur. / “Deaf and dumb” is a phrase insulting the deaf for being unintelligent.

Yes and no. “Dumb” in this phrase and in origin actually refers being mute. “Blind, deaf, and dumb” means a person can not see, hear, or speak, not that they can not see, hear, and they’re not smart.

However, there is definitely a relationship between speaking ability and assumed intelligence, which definitely connects “dumb” with being an ableist slur.

#speeches

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