#he starts out talking like he does in the shared audios and then slowly gains confidence until he's speaking more like he does in the call
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Samadhi (Birthday Mix 2)
“Samadhi” - A short journey compiling all of my emotions and life experiences in 2023 into an instrumental orchestration. I made this project in the state of flow and allowance. Each instrumental takes you through an exploration of emotions and feelings. This is me sharing my multidimensional self with others, without words. This is my beautiful transmutation. This is my dance; my flow state. My greatness in audio format. My 2023 experience. Love & Light to those who share and listen. Thank you.
Sharing Introspection:
Todays the day, my day. Im great full for all of you who tap in and tune in on a deeper level. Im feeling emotional as I write this as so much has happened to me and for me recently. It’s a lot.
BUT ITS A CELEBRATION BITCHES
Saturn Return:
This is the year of entering my Saturn Return hence the title of the track. I loved this track when I first made it; originally called Before August. (I made this the day before Aug 1st). This is the oldest track on the project (?) but this track just signifies ringing the “spiritual alarm” for me. It’s war, but not physical warfare, spiritual warfare. How does a warrior stick with a level of intensity yet remain light on his feet? Focus, concentration, preparation yet sensitivity all blended into one. The Art of War book is a great reference for this song. It’s not all about physicality or overpowering, as you begin to master the war within yourself, this song will become your dance and flow in that dance. Free your body from yourself and all attachments/limitations. WE are infinite.
Heart of Nipsey:
FOCUS-FOCUS-FOCUS. That’s what this track is all about. Focus and harnessing energies that expand your mind, energy and aura. This track was made in a meditative state. It feels like power. I love the way I layered this song. The sounds don’t even feel earthly. A spiritual experience if you allow it to be so. Notice if you have thoughts while this track plays you dive deeper into those thoughts. This songs vibrations honestly speak for itself.
Im also slowly trying to teach the people the importance of frequencies and energies in music! Consciously and subconsciously. You’re being affected at all levels. It starts with awareness. Enjoy the music by any means but in order to gain power it starts with awareness. Use this power of frequencies. Test it out play around.
Steady Flow:
Just as the title suggests. Maintaining balance and knowing when to enter your own flow state. Flow state is subjective. You can be tied to something flowing to your detriment or you can be flowing into a positive state of mind. But flow is so important.
A lot of my analogies recently when talking with others has been all about being the captain of your own ship. The foundation of your ship is water (this has many interpretations so sit with this on your own, then come back to me). As captain its important how you to talk to your crew (Conscious and subconcisous self). You have to know how to talk to the crew members. The pilot of an airplane doesn’t make announcements to the passengers on board with a voice full of fear lacking self confidence. If he did we all would be fucking terrified hoping the plane lands safely. But if you talk to your crew/passengers (self) with confidence and authority you begin to take control of all parts of you. No matter how bumpy the ride gets.
To go a little further, also think how the Captain of the boat prepares for storms or giant opposing waves. Nature always gives messages and signals so be alert and tapped into the right energies or you could miss something great or even miss danger that’s on the rise.
Remember the boat is YOUR VESSEL. Your crew is your consciousness and subconsciousness working on that boat everyone does their job and has their own assigned role.
Example: You dont tell the white blood cells in your body get to work, that’s just what they automatically do! It’s their role/position.
Now; what are you telling the crew members on board?
How do you get the crews attention and obedience, how do you guide your ship?
Are you even actually aware of who is on the ship?
Are there pirates on your ship?
Are pirates disgusted as crew members?
A pirates job is to steal the bounty.
What’s even worse you ask? That little crew member who is watching your every move absorbing all of you, why?
Because that crew mate is trying to become the captain of YOUR ship. He’s got his eyes set on it. He dreams of taking over your ship one day. Just really think about this. This is one tiny reason and example of why I said everything is tied to its opposite in a previous post. You really have to know what the fuck is going on inside of you and what you are telling yourself that impacts this internal ship.
No more gems of wisdom contact me directly or figure it out for yourself the deeper meaning of my words. Just remember 80% of your personal journey IN REAL LIFE is course correction. How much of what you planned actually fully entirely went your way? Probably not much.
The crew on that boat (or any) does not travel in a straight line. A plane doesn’t even fly in a straight line. The journey is never that simple sometimes you’re doing circles and zig zags. But just tap in and simply know where you want to go in all you do aka have it mapped out for starters.
10:17pm
Ahhh probably my favorite track on this project. Possibly my most emotional but on a deeper hidden level. This one is more personal. I got a text message at this time that completely broke me and shattered me. After recovering pieces of myself and trying to turn a new leaf for myself and my loved ones it just wasn’t enough for others. I understand but I broke my back transitioning and transforming myself. Still not perfect and im okay with that. Still working on me. I guess it hurts to know people still view and feel my energy as an older outdated version of myself. I was on a mission of trying to come together and work in harmony but I constantly kept getting met with resistance. That resistance has now become rejection and I sit here alone. 1+0+1+7 = 9 the end of a cycle etc etc. I still have hopes the newer me can be seen and allowed to flourish in others lives but it’s sadly not my choice. I have to accept my own failures. I have to accept who I am and who I was. A very big internal struggle for me but one of the most private internal struggles I face. I won’t shed light on the topic or the people but the feelings are all out there.
I go to sleep to this song. I relax to this song. I find confidence in this song. I find a void in this song, But I love it nonetheless. It loops itself perfectly for a trance state. Please if you really like this beat just listen but more importantly feel the vibrations. There is some sadness but dont be scared it transmutes to hope very seamlessly. It all depends what side of the spectrum you’re tapped into.
Suede:
Literally made this right after 10:17pm they are tied together. Both carry sadness but this one obviously carries more optimism especially towards the end. It’s all about transmutation. I consider myself very good at transmutation. Hope this project provides some truth and insight to me saying that. Im not an expert but I seem to have it down pact better than most. This track required no thought, nothing was consciously put into this song it was all flow state. Directing tying my 10:17pm experience into another song straight from the source. ME. Makes you listen to those songs a little differently right? Music is captivation. Use it wisely.
Pack Loud!:
The spiritual aka the spiral!
The spiral can fit all shapes, the spiral is literally spiritual, how does a spiral move? Etc etc. (Sit with this piece of info there’s more knowledge in it)
“We getting out the hood with this one!” Energy. It may not sound like one of those records but that is the energy captured and embodied. I know I succeeded on this beat. Im so proud of the way I layered this. The sounds all the little tones your subconscious is picking up but your conscious is probably ignoring without the proper focus. I love it. I can really manipulate your internal energy and you have no idea. This beat is like glue so if you listen consider a piece of me stuck with you for a while muahahaha. No but seriously. Another song dedicated to focus, freedom, new horizons. The sun rising (or setting) somewhere beautiful. The sky isn’t the limit you are the sky. You’re floating in it riding the waves like you do in your pool or favorite body of water. Life is beautiful. Life is exciting. Empower yourself. Share your light. Do the best you can and be the best you can be everyday. As long you did the best that YOU could, it doesn’t matter what anyone else says or feels towards your effort. DONT GIVE UP! Another flawless loop if you’re trying to tap into the energies without flow interruption.
P.S. This is probably the oldest song I made this in Summer 2023.
Gun Range:
Not anger but something close. It’s the other side of Saturn Return. Same exact goal and idea but with different emotions. You can use different emotions to achieve your same goal. You have to know when and how. Again transmutation. There is no fun and games in this track sorry, I can understand why you wouldn’t sit with this one. But to the unevolved and unaware who haven’t read this im sure its a pretty cool track. But yes black hole energy. It’s morphing something inside of you. But it still spins to the right (spiral). Not my favorite track but this was made after Suede so try and see the correlation of feelings. I was definitely in a mental space lol.
FYI
10:17PM, Suede, Gun Range, a new beginning and find wholeness not peace were all made one after the other amongst other songs that didn’t make the project from Nov 26 - Dec 1. I gave myself a week to put this together. I had ideas for other projects im working on but didn’t want to rush anything so instead I took what I was feeling and working (WAR-king) through and gave myself a deadline and let the rest flow.
A new beginning:
Another heartbreak beat referencing 10:17pm. I won’t get into it anymore tho. But again you hear the sadness and the hopefulness and the optimism. A beautiful song made for me by me. Transmutation at its finest and humblest. (Another perfect loop fyi)
Find Wholeness, Not Peace:
The final track! The last track made for the project as well! Once I started feeling better about myself this track made itself and I think it shows. I played this almost as much as 10:17pm and I love the positive note we’re ending the year on regardless of whatever happens! I can still have all I desire and I know it. Timing is key. Flourish. Be great. The message is to find wholeness within self not a piece (Peace). The English language is tricking you and making your words manifest into jumbled mixed signals! You have to know the power of words. The English language is the most contradictory language I know! Break down the word dont. How do you “do” and “do not” in the same word/action. You can’t do and not do simultaneously! Ive been trying to teach all people I interact with about the way they use words. But a lot of people are in too deep to take the power of language back. Some of you know the power of language yet still make the same mistakes due to programming. Unless you give it a real conscious effort you’ll never know the power of your throat chakra! And even that takes much time with all the programming we’ve been through. So to each is own but I’ll continue to teach mine through example if not directly.
Think about peace, think about the peace sign. Two fingers upwards. It literally symbolizes a piece of a pie. Are you finding peace (piece) or harmony aka wholeness?
FIND WHOLENESS, NOT PEACE.
Aura Ambiance:
For some quiet stillness. It made me think of frank ocean for some reason. It’s just music I can play in the background and do whatever too. You dont have to think about it just flow with it. The same way we allow Frank Oceans music to do that to us. You can sit still or you can clean the house. It’s just that moment of me returning you back to your self after I hijacked your energy and vessel lol. But no harm was done here im using music spiritually from here on out.
Disclaimer: My music may not always feel spiritually focused depending on the circumstances (collaborating with other artists, or maybe even to appeal to different types of people) but it’s all intentional regardless. I know exactly what im putting out there. So it’s okay to hold me accountable. Not perfect. Dont want to be, but I care and ill continue to do my best.
This time I actually say peace intentionally. Because im giving a piece of me to you if you allow and accept it.
Thank you to all who wanted to dive in deep with me. Thank you to all who love and hate this project. Thank you to all who love and hate my words/truth. This is only the beginning! Ive said this before but ive never had my head screwed on this straight before. Ive never been this focused, never been this evolved. My past is my past. So you can stay there with it if you associate me with the past version of myself. But to all who are living in the present, manifesting in the future and use the past as nothing more but knowledge and reference points for course correction let’s collectively approach 2024 different.
A lot of knowledge ive got to share. Im looking to teach; I love teaching but I love being a student just as much. I can’t just give you all the information when you desire because if I did you would probably fail or miss the point entirely.
Instead search for the knowledge you specifically seek. If I told you the furnace was hot and could hurt you “dont touch it”. You would potentially avoid furnaces for the rest of life because of “fear and safety”. At least until you learn to take risk. You were taught not to touch it so you just go with it. But if you discover the furnace and its capabilities you have no bias opinion towards it. You fully explore that furnace, you touch it, you feel it out. Shit you might even get burned pretty bad but you’ll soon learn the furnace has temperatures. It’s not just always hot and dangerous. It’s not all bad for you. Look how many benefits the furnace actually has.
But tapped into the negative or “wrong things” you now have a whole belief system towards furnaces. You probably wouldn’t even want them in your home. Take this last bit of knowledge as you will, apply it to people, the things you fear, ideas you’ve sat with in your head. Stop being so objective become more subjective. You’ll soon learn a master masters both. But stop being so logical friends. Your eyes are basically photoshop. Stop relying on them so heavily.
I could sit here and teach all my 2023 lessons all day! But im done here.
See Ya Next Year!
Peace (haha)
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Those Awful Holoshows
Summary: Tech's been awake for hours straight, but he never misses the opportunity to relax with you and mutually complain about any and every holoshow. However, he can only stay awake for so long, and your shoulder looks oh-so-comfortable...
Pairing: Tech x Reader
Reader Description: Reader is gender-neutral. This fic does not include any descriptions of their appearance.
Word count: 1k
Tags: Fluff, Accidental cuddling, Literally sleeping together, Mutual pining.
Notes: more Tech content?? yeah, i know, but he is just.. he is so... ;-; <3
Another day, another poorly written holoshow to criticize. It's yours and Tech's favourite pastime, forcing yourselves to watch awful holoshows just so you can both be nasty about it. This tradition all started when Tech overheard you grumbling to yourself when your favourite show took a turn for the worst, and he couldn't help but peer over your shoulder and watch, making you jump when he commented "her heels do not look comfortable, nor do they match the rest of her outfit."
Tech giving fashion advice? As it turns out, he knows more than enough about piecing an outfit together, and character design is one of his favourite topics to moan about. He also bitches about the technical side of each show; lighting, cinematography, audio, and so on, but his outfit comments never fail to make you laugh.
"An action scene where our female protagonist is wearing heels? Again? If only the director valued realism, rather than allowing his genitalia to direct the show," Tech grumbles beside you, crossing his arms as he talks.
You've set your holopad up on a pile of pillows at the end of Tech's bunk, leaning back against the cold, metal wall, a thin pillow preventing your back from aching. As the show has gone on, you've slouched down further and further, hands placed in your lap and a blanket shared between both of you.
This viewing party arrangement is simply that, an opportunity for you two to let off some steam by getting worked up over poorly written shows, and you're so comfortable with Tech now that neither of you notice when your shoulders or knees brush together.
"The show has a male director, Tech. That fact alone tells you all that you need to know," you reply, fixated on the action scene.
"How unfortunate," Tech sighs, nodding in agreement. He offers you another cookie, and you take it whilst quietly thanking him, nibbling at the oatmeal and raisin snack. You weren't surprised when Tech informed you that these cookies are his favourite, and his face scrunched up when you asked why he didn't prefer chocolate chips. This is Tech, what else were you expecting?
Both of you munch away, forcing yourselves through episode after episode, bonding through your hatred for sloppy camera work and low quality audio. Hours pass, and you don't realize how late it is until you let out a yawn. The other Batchers have tucked themselves into bed, ignoring your conversation, although they're used to it by now.
You overhear Tech let out a soft exhale, but pay no mind to it, that is until his head gently rests on your shoulder, short brunette locks pressing to your cheek. This isn't the first time Tech's fallen asleep whilst watching ungodly shows, but it is the first time that he's accidentally cuddled up to you.
You're almost certain that this is an accident, until moments later when you attempt to slowly unpick yourself from Tech's grasp, to have him grumble in his sleep, asking you to "stop moving."
"Tech, I'm trying to tuck you into bed," you sigh, but Tech lowers his brows, his head moving with your body, clinging onto you.
You sigh, and using your foot, you manage to knock your holopad off the stack of pillows and pull it closer, silencing the device and leaving it under Tech's pillow.
Again, you attempt to tuck the nerd into bed, and with great difficulty, you eventually succeed. His goggles are left on, and as much as you want to take them off, you're not risking the high chance of waking him up. However, goggles on or not, Tech partially awakens, looking at you through squinted eyes as you're about to hop down from his bunk.
"Where are you going?" he mumbles under his breath, barely loud enough for you to hear.
"To bed," you reply.
"But we... we're watching our show," he pouts. Oh, your heart, this man has no idea what's going on. In his defence, he has probably been awake for days on end, taking catnaps here and there, never gaining enough rest to properly function. No wonder he's so dazed and confused!
"We were, but it's bedtime now," you coo.
Tech lets out a dramatic huff and peers over to where your holopad was resting. Noticing its absence, he huffs again, and then turns back to you with a disappointed expression. "Okay..." he groans. "Well, come to bed then," Tech gestures to the small space beside him, a tight squeeze in his single bunk.
"I'm going to bed, but this is your bed," you attempt to explain, but you know by now that your bunk is going to be unoccupied tonight.
"Our show... our bed," Tech mumbles as his eyes fall shut, threatening to dip back into his slumber.
Yet again, Tech reaches out for you, and you allow him to lightly grasp your arm and begin pulling you back into his bunk. Before you get too cosy, and whilst Tech is partially awake, you gently remove his goggles, lightly laughing at the way his face scrunches up when he has to move his head off the pillow.
"Better?" you question.
Tech pulls you tight against him, acting like you're his own Lula, and with his cheek resting on the top of your head, he softly mutters "better."
Stars, who knew this man was so needy? Neither you, nor Tech has ever shown much interest in the other before, minus light, playful comments, and... spending most of your free time together. But you always assumed that Tech viewed you strictly platonically, right?
It seems your findings are wrong, and your stomach begins to turn as Tech subconsciously lightly grazes his fingers over your back, playfully scratching away, kneading over the thick fabric of your shirt.
No doubt, the morning is going to be awkward. You're probably going to wake up to find Tech looming over you, apologizing over and over for falling asleep on you; his cheeks will be burning bright red, sweat forming above his brow, fumbling over his words for the first time in his life.
Maybe you can silence him with a kiss?
#swwriting#tbbwriting#the bad batch#tech x reader#fluff#sfw#gn!reader#gender neutral reader#star wars#tbb tech x reader#those awful holoshows#sleepy cuddles#tbb fanfic
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one hundred and seventy-ninth time's a charm
Drift and Rodimus spend the evening talking about crushes and what to do about them. Namely, Rodimus talks about his crush, and Drift tells him what to do about it.
(read it here on ao3!)
Drift really should have stayed in his hab suite tonight.
“I can’t do this anymore!” Rodimus thumped his fist against the table, rattling the several empty cubes around him. “I’m gonna die, Drift.”
“You’re not going to die,” Drift said.
“What else am I supposed to do?”
“About?” As if he didn’t already know the answer.
“Him! Thunderclash!” Yep. “I can’t—ugh!” Rodimus threw his arms up and petulantly slouched in his seat.
“Wow,” Drift said, drawing out the first w in disbelief.
“Drift,” Rodimus moaned. He slowly sunk to lay facedown across the tabletop. Drift didn’t look away from his datapad as he lifted his servo and sympathetically patted Rodimus’ helm. “He’s so fraggin’ nice and noble and pretty. How does he make a color scheme like that work for him? Red legs and teal arms and a yellow face? How? It’s so unfair.”
Drift merely shook his helm while Rodimus mumbled into the table. Hm. It looked like Ultra Magnus’ citation count was beginning to tick up again (“—and so tall and I bet he’d be stupid good at hugging and—”). Reckless behavior, vandalism, destruction of personal property, encouraging unnecessary violence. All clear signs that the Lost Light needed to find a place to stay for a while so its passengers could blow off some steam (“—and his laugh is all deep, and it gets in my chest, and it makes me feel all floaty? It’s weird.”). He’d have to pass the suggestion on to Ultra Magnus himself or Megatron at some point, seeing as their first in command was currently otherwise… occupied.
“—you think he likes me? He smiles and compliments me all the damn time, but maybe I’m wrong and I think he’s just being nice to me when he’s actually nice to everyone?”
“Have you considered,” Drift began with the weariness of someone who has had this exact conversation no less than one hundred and seventy-eight times with no results, “that if you didn’t very obviously and dramatically avoid every conversation with him, you’d find out?”
Rodimus paused. Then he turned his helm towards Drift. “Is it obvious?”
“Painfully so.”
“What should I do then?”
“I have a two-step solution for you.”
“I’m listening.”
“Number one.” Drift put up one digit and waited for Rodimus to focus on it. When he blearily did, Drift said shortly, “Have a normal conversation with him that doesn’t involve compliments disguised as insults and-and-or running away. You’re sending messages that are mixed to the point where he doesn’t want to approach you for fear of offending you. Trust me, I asked.” And he had. After weeks of hovering, it was clear Thunderclash didn’t want to step on the lines in the sand Rodimus had unintentionally drawn. Drift, having been watching the dance between the two of them for far too long, decided to step in then.
Rodimus winced but didn’t deny it. “Can do,” he said easily. “What’s step two?”
“Step two is to ask him out.”
Rodimus sputtered and shot straight back up, mouth gaping. “Are you crazy?” he asked with a slight squeak to his voice. “I can’t just—do that.”
Normally at this point, Drift would shrug and say, if you say so. Rodimus would huff and bluster for a few more moments before pointedly avoiding this particular point of conversation like the rust plague for the duration of the night. And that was that.
But Drift, to be frank, had had enough. One hundred and seventy-ninth time’s a charm.
He shot Rodimus a frown. “Why not?”
Rodimus sputtered. “‘Cause he’s Thunderclash! And I’m—”
“A very capable, determined, wonderful mech who is not about to tell me that he is unworthy of Thunderclash’s potential romantic interest in him,” Drift cut in firmly, narrowing his optics.
“Sure,” Rodimus huffed. “But there’s also no way he’s gonna say yes.”
Drift thought for a moment. Should he mention that Thunderclash had been staring at Rodimus for as long as they’ve been at Swerve’s? Or reveal he had a ten-minute long audio file of Thunderclash talking about all the things he liked about Rodimus’ smile? Or admit it had been Thunderclash who had anonymously gifted Rodimus his favorite spray paint set? Hmm. He could. Or…
“You’re right,” he eventually said with a woebegone sigh. “He won’t. Because you’ll never ask.”
Rodimus narrowed his optics. “You’re doing it again,” he accused, jabbing an accusatory digit at Drift. “The reverse psychology thing. It’s not gonna work.”
Drift dramatically rolled his helm as he ignored Rodimus and continued, “You won’t ask, and you’ll never get to be held in those big, strong arms…”
A telltale heat shimmer began to warp the air around Rodimus’ exhaust pipes. “Stop that.”
“And you’ll never get to kiss his pretty face—”
“Drift.”
He stared Rodimus right in the optic. “You won’t get the chance to suck his—”
“Drift!” Rodimus yelped, slapping a servo over Drift’s mouth while barely smothering his laughter. “Shut up, oh my God.”
Drift snorted and peeled Rodimus’ servo off of his face. Then he wound his digits between Rodimus’ and tugged him in close. “Rodimus, I need you to listen to me,” he said somberly. Rodimus’ smile faded slightly. “I love and care for you very deeply. You know that, right?”
“I wonder sometimes, but yeah.” Drift squeezed his servo just on the side of too tight. “Ow, okay, I’m kidding, I’m kidding. I know, Drift.”
“That’s why I need you to promise me you’ll at least try to talk to Thunderclash.”
Rodimus’ field twisted with uncertainty. “I mean, you were right, earlier,” he said offhandedly. “I dunno if he even wants to talk to me now. I’ve kinda fragged things between us up a lot.”
“Stop trying to convince yourself of a fact you don’t know for certain is true. Besides, Thunderclash isn’t the type to hold a grudge. I’m sure he’ll forgive you if you apologize first."
But Rodimus still didn’t look convinced. “Can I ask you something?”
“Of course.”
“How are you so sure about all of this?”
Rodimus is the bravest and strongest mech I know. I’ve never seen such genuine conviction and determination in my many years of function. It’s hard to believe he’s of the same stuff as you and me.
I’ve heard many stories about Rodimus, some unsavory, some heroic, and some that fall in-between. But each one has only sought to prove his spark burns brighter and fiercer than anything in this universe.
Oh, what I would give to be able to tell him how truly wonderful he is! I’d tell him every day if he would allow it—And I’d much instead gain the courage to say that all to him myself one day, so my apologies for requesting you not share any of this with him, but I can’t bear the weight of my affections by myself a second longer—
“Primus has gifted me with wonderful intuition,” Drift said.
“...Ugh. Your intuition's always right.” Rodimus sighed. “Alright, fine. I’ll talk to him.”
Drift smiled a small, genuine smile. “You’re a good mech.” He patted Rodimus on the back and gently pushed him back. “Also, I am going to start locking you out of my hab suite every time you come to complain about your crush on him.”
Rodimus groaned and thunked his head against Drift’s shoulder. “I knew there was a catch. You’re the worst.”
“Interesting way to pronounce ‘helpful amica who wants his best friend to be happy because he deserves it.’” Drift took a sip of his drink and picked up his datapad. “Go get your mech, Rods.”
“What like, right now?” Rodimus asked with an incredulous hitch of laughter.
“Well, now that you’ve said it… yes.”
“Ugh.” Rodimus stole the rest of Drift’s drink and gulped it down in two swallows. Then he stood and rubbed his servos together furiously before blowing out a short, harsh exvent. “You owe me drinks here forever if you’re wrong, and this goes to Pit,” he hissed.
“It won’t,” Drift smiled.
Rodimus sighed again before striding over to where Thunderclash was sitting. The mech in question very hastily turned his helm away to pretend he was focusing on his drink, only to peek up bashfully when Rodimus came to a stop at his table. Rodimus shot a worried glance back at Drift, who smiled encouragingly. Rodimus’ spoilers flicked nervously before he turned back to Thunderclash with a slightly strained smile. His servo went to apologetically rest on the back of his helm, the other gesturing as he spoke. Thunderclash watched him with wide optics before a smile broke out across his face. He replied something with an earnest expression and a servo laid grandly over his spark that had Rodimus' spoilers sinking in relief.
Drift wasn’t sure what Rodimus said next. But whatever it was caused Thunderclash’s helm light to flare up with such a brilliant red glow, Drift had to reset his optics a couple of times to clear the spots from them. Seconds later, an overwhelming wave of pure joy washed over the room. It clearly emanated from the broad smile on Thunderclash’s face as he nodded enthusiastically, then gestured for Rodimus to sit down beside him. Mechs left and right turned to the source. But once they found it, most of them turned away with a fond shake of their helm, though some called out to the pair, and at least one mech definitely whistled.
Drift watched as Rodimus sank into his seat. He could tell by the unsteady descent of the motion instead of the practiced carelessness that Rodimus was more than a little dazed. His smile grew as he opened his comms with Rodimus only to find that he was already typing out a message for him.
.:he said yes:.
.:???:.
.:he said yes???:.
.:I told you he would.:.
.:i owe you:.
.:seriously:.
.:Tell me how it goes and I’ll consider your favor fulfilled.:.
.:I’m happy for you, Rodimus.:.
.:thanks:.
.:for everything.:.
Drift glanced up. Rodimus wasn’t looking at him—he was staring in shock at his servos, which were enclasped in Thunderclash’s—but the content glow of his optics told him everything he needed to know. He nodded once and went back to typing out his report. And if he included a couple of popular date spots as suggested places they visit on nearby planets, well. No one but him needed to know.
#rodiclash#thunderrods#maccadam#drift#fluff#my writing#i spent seven hours trying to come up with a title for this#again! this is silly! and i have no regrets!
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How about a last part with the girl with telekinetic powers where is revelead that the cult is after her because she is supposed to be some sort of messenger from the red-eyed demon?
aaaaah, man! does it really gotta be the end? I don’t want to infringe on your story idea anon, but I feel like I could keep this going if you want! I’m starting to see a direction that it could take, but then it would be like me taking over your ideas, so I could see how you wouldn’t want that.
Either way, I um… I had a really hard time trying to think of an ending for this that was suitable enough and then I realized that I didn’t even do the request right. :/ So I left it on a cliffhanger. :) And while it’s short, if it’s okay for me to continue this series, I will.
part 1 part 2
“liars“
You came to in the middle of what looked like a rare argument between Sal and Larry, both of whom looked more worried and stressed than genuinely agitated. Their voices were somewhat hushed, but not enough to not catch your attention the moment you gained awareness of your surroundings.
As you gingerly set a hand behind you to try and lift yourself up, you groaned, making your two friends cease their conversation and rush over to you immediately. While Larry brought his hands onto your shoulders to try and help you sit up on the bed, Sal stayed away somewhat to try and give you space.
“(Y/N)! Are you okay?” Larry spoke, louder than necessary. You mumbled in response, not articulating your sentence well. It was like you were reanimated back to life, slowly gaining back your senses.
“Are you feeling well?” You shook your head.
Your head was filled with the familiar fuzziness akin to being sick and there was a pulsing pain on your left temple that hurt more than you liked. Hissing in pain as you felt it get worse, you gritted your teeth, hoping it would go away sooner rather than later. It hardly registered in your brain that you were eventually handed a glass of water and a few advil, but you took it without a second thought.
“I’m-“ You groaned again after swallowing, closing your eyes and holding your head. “What happened?”
It came out as more of a demand than a question, but Sal and Larry shared a look concern, knowing that whatever you went through wasn’t really within their realm of understanding.
“You, uh…” Larry ran a hand through his hair, talking as if he couldn’t really believe what he had been in the middle of. “As soon as you did your stuff, you kinda left us.”
You opened an eye, looking at him.
“Left you? I’m not a ghost. I can’t teleport.”
“No, no! Not, like, literally. Uh…” He looked at Sal for encouragement and shrugged before directing back to you and your skepticism. “It’s like you were switched with someone that wasn’t you.”
“And you were talking strangely.” You looked back to Sal as he talked, noticing that he had something small in his hands. He held it closely to him, like he was protecting it. “I couldn’t tell if it was complete gibberish or if it was just like a weird audio recording that got the words and speed jumbled up.”
“I’ve got many party tricks, but that’s a new one.” You quipped, earning a halfhearted laugh from the two of them.
“After about a minute of that, we were trying to snap you out of it, but when I touched your arm, you started levitating.”
“Which was totally cool until your eyes turned red.”
You felt a chill run down your spine, and just like that, the fuzziness in your head grew stronger, louder. Your headache felt like it couldn’t get any worse, but the fear that started to course through you caused your breath to shorten, and you let out a huff of breath.
“Th-that’s not good. That’s-“
“Like the demon. It’s the first connection we made, but we weren’t sure how it was linked.”
You glanced between the two of them, slightly frantic.
“I swear, I wouldn’t know how. I- I wasn’t even- I was just born with the ability t-to do-“ Larry sat next to you on the bed you were on, patting your back to try and comfort you.
“We don’t think that you’ve got anything to do with it, (Y/N). We’re not going to ditch you. And when we tell Todd and Ash what happened, there’s no way they’re going to blame you either. You passed out onto the ground as soon as your eyes changed and it was only then that everything started floating around all crazy. ”
You sighed, looking down and away, still on edge, still nervous. In your peripheral vision, you saw the familiar sight of a red and white electric guitar, noticing for the first time that you were in Sal’s room.
“How long was I out?” Larry gave one last comforting grip on your shoulder before moving his hand away.
“Like maybe ten minutes? You woke up when me and Sal were talking about where to bring you.”
“Ah, I said to get me out, didn’t I?”
“Yeah. Do you know why you said that? Or remember, I guess?”
“I… Well, I mean I woke up on the ground and everything was flying around me, so that’s probably why. I wasn’t really that aware of what was happening, y’know?”
You glanced back up at Larry, who seemed to be taking your word for it. You turned your head to lock eyes with Sal and your breath hitched in your throat.
The intense feeling of longing and dread that you felt while inside that void was understandable, deep down inside you. You didn’t get a lot of the things that went down in the apartments and you weren’t sure how far everything went in terms of its history, but there was something that you could sense, like a voice in your head trying its best to tell you the right answers if you listened hard enough.
The thing about being different, especially the kind of different that you were, was that even the people closest to you could have an extremely difficult time empathizing what you were going through. You were born with your telepathic abilities. You didn’t get bit by a radioactive spider nor did you fall into a pit of radioactive waste. You just always were the way you were.
You couldn’t really explain what it was like to your friends, even if it felt like you had known them forever. You couldn’t tell them that after you woke up just a moment ago, you knew there was a secret side of you that you had just discovered. One that had different goals and different morals that you knew the you who you were now would be terrified to discover.
When you woke up, you could tell that this side was awake and waiting to have a turn on the outside, to do… whatever it was that you could feel it needed to do. You couldn’t tell them that so long as you were in the apartments, you were probably a danger to yourself and the people around you.
It hurt enough knowing that there was little you could do to leave.
Sal gripped whatever he had in his hands tighter, and you bit your lip, anxiety making your hands shake. Did he know that you lied? You could see behind the mask and into his bright blue eyes that he looked extremely upset. Not angry nor furious, or at least you had hoped so. He was never one to get riled up easily and especially not with his best friends.
You still hoped you were best friends.
“Either way, I think it’s time we called it a day. We can talk tomorrow.” You nodded, looking away from him.
Somehow you felt like you managed to make enemies with the nicest person in the world.
#sally face#sally face imagines#sf fics#the ending is a litttle dramatic#probably because ive been reading rl stines books again#tunglr: *updates* tadmfaflr: *fixes old problems* shitshow: *CREATES NEW ONES INTS PLACE*#sorry for any organization errors.....................again.
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MIPoPS x Anne Frantilla
Continuing our series of interviews with some of the most important people in the MIPoPS universe, we’re excited to profile Anne Frantilla this week. Anne is the City Archivist for the City of Seattle. She was one of the original founders of MIPoPS, and today serves on our Steering Committee and has an active presence in planning for MIPoPS future. She is a talented writer and a ferocious advocate for the issues and people she cares about - a powerful combination which makes her help invaluable to MIPoPS.
Ari Lavigne: Hi Anne! Could you tell us who you are and what you do for work?
Anne Frantilla: I am the City Archivist for the City of Seattle. I have worked at the City for 20 years but for most of that time I was reference archivist, connecting people with records. I am responsible for supporting the mission of the Office of the City Clerk by fostering civic education, participation, and openness in Seattle city government through transparent, accountable stewardship of public information and official records. The Archives team does great work and I���m pleased to be able to keep us all on track and push us to provide even more in terms of access and awareness of the records in the custody of the Archives. Archives are important institutions because they enable others to understand the perspectives and actions of people in the past. The more records we can make accessible and the more ways we can create awareness and access, the better we will understand our past.
Seattle Municipal Archives maintains an incredible collection of material that lets us look back on the city’s history. (5233 Ballard Avenue NW, 1975. Courtesy of the Seattle Municipal Archives, Item No. 179239.)
Ari: How did you end up in archives?
Anne: I originally went to library school to become a children’s librarian. I took an introductory archives class and we were required to visit three different types of archives. When I started reading the Grimke sisters’ letters at the Clements Library I knew I wanted to be an archivist. These sisters were abolitionists and their passionate letters to each other gave me a new perspective on the anti-slavery movement. Before that class I didn’t know archives existed.
Ari: How did you come to be involved with MIPoPS?
Anne: I met Hannah Palin at the University of Washington Special Collections through my work at SMA. She coordinated a grant involving film that SMA was a part of and that was my first introduction to working with film. Rachel Price volunteered at SMA with film and Carol Shenk was a colleague before she became King County Archivist. We would talk frequently about how wonderful it would be to have a place to digitize film and videotape and the available expertise to instruct us on not only the digitizing process but best practices regarding formats, codecs, etc. We didn’t get the big building we dreamed of but we did get machines and equipment to digitize magnetic media. The expertise came slowly. I’m thrilled to have been part of its beginning.
The MIPoPS office located inside the Seattle Municipal Archives, on the third floor of Seattle's City Hall.
Ari: Could you explain the relationship between MIPoPS and the Seattle Municipal Archives?
Anne: The agreement between MIPoPS and the Office of the City Clerk specified that MIPoPS lends the City it equipment, including the decks for playing various types of tapes, and the Office of the City Clerk, where SMA is housed, lends them space for the equipment. The MIPoPS space is small but mighty. I love having MIPoPS in the Office of the City Clerk near SMA because I get to meet people from all the institutions coming to digitize their tapes.
SMA material (in this case, 3/4" Umatic tapes) ready to be digitized by MIPoPs.
Ari: There are always volunteers, interns, and work study students working on interesting projects at SMA. What kind of advice would you give to those interested in getting into archival work, both in the Seattle area and farther afield?
Anne: We see a lot of volunteers at SMA. Archives work is very specialized and I think to find work you need to be somewhat flexible. I would advise people to volunteer different places to find the work you like, seeking paid internships where possible. There is a need for people with experience in digital assets, both born digital and digitized, so I would encourage people to gain skills in this arena. Archivists are great people! They are your biggest asset. Everyone brings something different to the profession. Take every opportunity to meet and get to know your future colleagues!
Ari: Outside the office, I know you are a fan of poetry and creative writing. Can you share something that has moved you recently?
Anne: I was with a group of writing friends this summer and one of them wrote a poem and found out it was accepted in Rattle all in the same week. She recorded it on my phone and the audio recording of her reading it is there as well. It is by Susan Vespoli. It moved me deeply.
Susan Vespoli
MY SON NO LONGER MISSING
I like to think he graduated from the methadone clinic, now does yoga, gave up smoking. I like to think he grew a new set of bright teeth to replace the ones that rotted. I like to think he rents a studio with a patio near the canal filled with crappies and sunfish not nodding off with homeless junkies. I like to think he leans back in an Adirondack, after loading the dishwasher with cupcake pans from birthday muffins like the ones he baked for me topped with candles that he brought to the Mex place where he hired a trio of sequined mariachis to serenade us as we dined on cheese enchiladas. I like to think he is waiting for just the right minute of the right hour of the right day to reappear to tell me he is living free of pills and booze and meth and smack and at the end of each long hot Phoenix day, he drops himself into the cool blue complex pool, then emerges shiny, dripping.
#MIPoPS#moving image preservation#archives#archivist#moving images#seattle#pacific northwest#seattle municipal archives#interview
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I’m Not Sure I Understand Protests
So there was a Back the Blue, Pro Trump Rally in my town. I was encouraged to show support of the counter protest. I couldn’t make myself stand outside just feet away from folks not wearing masks, so I decided to make two signs and drive around the block a few times. It was silly and pathetic compared to the real protestors but it will all I could muster.
During the drive, I went around 5 times, I was terrified. A person on the speaker shouted my license plate number and said I support terrorist and pedofiles, and not to get in my Lyft. (Aside-I drove Lyft for 3 months 2 years ago and I leave the stickers on mostly to rebel against my parents because they didn’t want me driving Lyft). So I was feeling scared and then I was feeling so sad. Because the worst part of watching these people jeer at my neighbors and friends. Was that the Trump supporters were humans. I just wanted to talk to them and I didn’t know how. I wanted them to be in masks so I could walk over and say hi. I want them to put away the loud speaker so I could have one one one conversation. I wanted to join their group and get to know them. But that felt unacceptable to think or feel. So I drove and drove for about 20 mins I drove slowly around the block. And it felt like nothing.
I think I have done more good for this world walking down the block than I did on that drive. It honestly felt pointless on both sides. What were they trying to do? What were we trying to do? I don’t get the point and I want to so badly. How does screaming at each other from across the street do anything? I don’t understand. I want to know why they like Trump so much. I want to know it from their perspective. They were people that if I saw out of this context I would feel more comfortable with than the people on counter protest side. They looked like people who would attend my churches I’ve attended. They looked like my neighbors. They looked like my friends. I don’t understand what we anyone on those blocks wanted. I read one post that said the goal was to make them feel unwelcome. I guess I didn’t want them there like that. But I don’t want them to go away, I want them to change. I want them to see what their leader is doing and dislike it. Or at least I want them to think critically about their leader.
Look I know you aren’t supposed to have sympathy for people who are so openly against things like Black Lives Matter, Masks, basic Human rights. But I can’t not look at a person and see that they are a person. To see that they feel things like I do and not want to add to their pain. Now I know the counter argument is do I put that much effort into the pain of Black people, Indigenous people, or People of Color. No, I haven’t. I am just starting to put more effort into learning how to be in community with those communities. But who is supposed to put effort into the Trump supporters. I present masculine, I have a beard, I’m white, I have deep voice, I am educated, I come from wealth, I am Christian, at this point I’m even in a straight passing relationship, I will never have to worry about a visual or an audio of me negatively affecting me. So why shouldn’t I spend time with these people. Why shouldn’t I get to know them and try to change their mind?
I don’t have the right answers. I know I’m wrong about protests. I know that protests are not pointless. I know that there are a lot of reasons to take to the streets that I can’t understand. I know that there are things I am doing in this very writing that will negatively impact the world and hurt the healing of others. But I am writing this for me. I need to work through this. I’m not going to tag, this on social media other than here, but I am going to post it publically. I am not going to hide my faults. Because I think that contributes to the issues. I am not perfect. I do not get this world we are living in.
I want to be in community with Trump supporters and those who think I support terrorist because I had sign that says “Trump politics makes people unsafe”. I know that for many that makes me a part of the problem and probably truly makes me a part of the problem. I also want to DEFUND THE POLICE. I also do not believe that Trump should get to do some of things he has been doing (sending military to cities, bolster Columbus Day for political gain, inspire White Supremacists without at least claiming it wasn’t intentional, inciting hate). I also think there should be term limits, a universal wage, universal health care, universal mental health care, universal access to food, climate change regulation, a massive focus on how to empower the generations of Black people that are still suffering from slavery, a focus on creating jobs while still automating as much as possible, a shift away from capitalism, a shift away from the protestant church, gay/trans/lesbian/bi/and other sexual minorities should be able to raise children in all states, and that the American military is largely out of control.
But I know that me feeling sympathetic and like I want to reach out to the Trump supporters in my town is probably on the wrong side of history. I hope I figure out how to let go of the blocks that are so stuck in me that sees people and wants to reach out a hand no matter what they are doing. And I think this is even more so with white people. I think I want them not to disagree with me. I want them not to scare people. I want them not to make me look bad. I want them not be afraid and angry. I want them to see things the way I see them. I don’t want their views to be my views. I don’t want their president. I want to heal with them. I want them to stop doing what they are doing. I want I want I want.
I need to do better. Many people need to do better. Gosh I wish we were fighting about straws. I need to not worry about others. I need to heal myself. Why am I so upset over this rally? Why am I so ashamed? Is that telling me to do more next time? Is that telling me not to go? Is that telling me that I’m doing something wrong? That I am wrong? I know why I am sad. I am sad because I believe that many of the ideas that have been running this country since its inception are immoral and hurt people. From it’s bad to be a sensitive unique snowflake to people who are in pain should say their pain in a super calm way or their pain is invalid and not worthy of my help to police or bust mentality. All of these things make be sad. I don’t enjoy living in a society that supports these things. But I like my home. And I like people who believe these ideas. But it’s my belief that they might not have explored these different ideas. That statement is too prideful. Let’s reverse it. I don’t know why someone would support those ideas that I don’t like. I’ve tried to explore the reasons and I don’t agree. I don’t know why we can’t see it similarly or the same or even talk about it. How can nice people, kind hearted people not help me understand their perspective? Why? Why does it feel like they don’t want to listen to mine.
So I decided fuck it I’m gonna try to find the person who was yelling at me. So I went to Pioneer Valley Massachusetts For Trump 2020 and posted this:
Local Amherst person here. I drove past your demonstration a few times. I think this will probably get deleted because we don't share the same views, but as I was driving I really wished there was a way we could actually talk to one another instead of being so against and separate. Maybe I should have gotten out the car, but my partner asked me not to because of COVID. If the person saying he wants to have a debate into a mega phone actually does tell him to message me. I hope one day I can learn more about you all and your individual lives. Because at this moment I think I am missing something important. Though I don't support you cause I do want to understand more people as people. Hope one day that will come fruition. Best, "The Lyft driver who supports terrorists" (I think that's who I was)
So overall. I don’t get how standing on either side of the street does anything. How waving a flag and yelling and showing signs does anything. I don’t get any of it. I want to do the work to understand but I don’t know where to start. I guess I will google about protests and get back to you.
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Nani the heck is this? Read here!
Chapter 23: Who the Hell Said That?!
I’ve been put to work with all these Valentines day orders, but the money is really good. It’s delivery day, I teleport to the person’s room or at the meeting place at school. I made a whole 18,400 yen and consider putting up my services for White Day too. I had the tart ready for the next day and I get nervous as I put it in a pastry box to put it in the fridge.
“Yo, that tart looks good af” said Yuka as they passed by to grab their keys “who’s it for?”
“Oh uhhh for this guy” I get flushed and Yuka put 2 and 2 together.
“Ohhhhh I see, for that glasses guy huh?” she nudged me “tryna get in the bone zone?”
“Ew no ya nasty ass” I nudged her back “I REALLY want to know if he likes me the way everyone is saying he does, this is the only way I know he can’t avoid the question.”
“I hope he does like you” Yuka’s tone changed a bit serious “I can see you guys being endgame for each other.” She puts her hand on my shoulder “ANYWAYS! I see the food is ready for the party tonight, you got your part of the booze money?”
“OH right, here’s my 2,000 yen for booze.”
“Coolio, any requests?”
“Sour vodka or some Smirnoff Ice please.”
Yuka finger guns as she backs up into the hallway “gotcha! I’ll be back hopefully 30 minutes before people show up!”
“Ok! TEXT ME IF YOU COULDN’T GET ICE ICE, SO I CAN GO SLAP A BITCH FOR SOME!”
They give me the thumbs up before sliding down the stairs to meet up with their older brother. It’s the night of our anti-Valentines day party and it’s one of our biggest ones yet. We got all levels and years in our program to pitch in in some way. Since all the dorms were re-modeled to be more like the 3rd year’s dorms, now we have a bigger living room that we can flip to have a club level party.
“Hey come help me unload the booze from Yuka” Jin asked me “she got alot.”
“I can’t, she didn’t get ice so I have to teleport to the hero dorms to copy a quirk” I said as I put my hair up “I saw that Mimi is done setting up the audio system, ask her.”
“Oh fuck okay” Jin said a bit concerned “I hope they agree because it’s T-minus 15 mins until people arrive.”
“Aw fuck okay! Heading out now!” I say as I teleport out and into the hero dorms. “Hi yall! Is Shouto available to talk?”
“Oh Palma-san! What a surprise!” exclaimed Sato from the couch “I believe he’s in his room.”
“Thanks!” I rush over to his dorm and knock “Shouto? It’s me, Ita! May I borrow your face for just a second?” I hear things dropping and stumbling with the closet door slamming.
“Yes? you wanted my face Palma-san?” He opened the door and he was shirtless and glistening with sweat, the unmistakable signs of fooling around in the sheets and I couldn’t believe my eyes.
“Yea I need to borrow your Ice quirk, my dorm is in need of a LOT of ice.”
“Oh alright” he stuck his face forward to me “go ahead.”
I hold his face in my hands and I see a foot sticking out from his closet, I squint to see if I can see any other incriminating details. I saw an All might pj set pants on the floor and a shirt that said ‘T-shirt’ on it. OH MY GOODNESS IT’S MIDORIYA! I screamed in my mind good on them tho. “Okay all done with the copy! Thanks again Shouto!”
“No problem! We miss you.”
“Aww, I miss our bathroom time” I turn my gaze back to the foot “looks like you were having a session, I’ll get out of your way so you can resume.”
“Um alright, Bye Palma-san.”
“Yeah bye Palma-san! Come back again so we-” Midoriya waved from the closet to say bye because it’s his habit to always send somebody off.
“I KNEW IT WAS YOU!” I gasped as I turned to Todoroki “your secret is safe with me, it’s okay.”
They both sighed in relief as I teleported off. I got back to chill the drinks just enough in time for people to come rolling in. As I was chatting up with some of the new faces, Jin pings me over to the front door.
“Baby girl, you know this guy?” Jin motions to Tetsutetsu.
“Oh! yeah I know this guy, he’s cool Jin” I said and brought him inside “he’s just a newbie to the party scene, he’s in B class.”
Jin gives me the thumbs up as he goes back to being the bouncer of the party. I bring Tetsu to the bar area to mix him a drink.
“What’s this?” he asked as I held the cup out to him.
“Sunny D and Champagne” I cork the champagne “I call it, Broke Ghetto Girl Mimosa.”
He took a sip and made a face “Oh bruh, it’s alcohol! I thought this was a party?!”
“Yea, an intel program party” I open up a smiroff ice so I can ice someone “Rule number 1: Must partake in at least 2 drinks. Number 2: Be cool, dance a little. Number 3: if you’re gonna make out/fuck, do so in your rooms. Number 4: Puke in the bathroom. Number 5: You can pass out in our shared space BUT you have to leave before 10am the next day. And my personal favorite, Number 6: Respect Women.”
“Only 6 rules?” He gulped down the rest of his drink “doesn’t seem too hard. Also may I have another drink? That last one was pretty good!”
“Slow your roll there Tin Man!” I warned as I mixed him grape vodka, grape juice and pop rocks “I’m not babysitting you if you get too sloppy, I’m tryna have fun too” I give him his new drink “nurse on that for a bit and talk to Yuka.”
“I’m just really nervous!” he took a sip as he looked around him “I’ve never been invited to a party like this before. I’m not the coolest guy in the class.”
“Well here’s your chance” I motioned over to Yuka walking toward us “YO! YUKA! UP TOP!” I put my hand up for the high five as she ran toward me with her hand up, at the last second I levitated the smiroff ice to my hand for her to grab “YOU’VE BEEN ICED! Cue the music Mimi!”
Ice Ice Baby By Vanilla Ice plays and everyone hollers “Aw fuck, Iced again by the Queen of Icing!” she gets on her power kneel and downs the drink “I’ll get you one of these days Palma!” she burped as she pointed at me with her empty bottle.
“Hehehe we’ll see about that” I took the bottle and gestured toward Tetsutetsu “have y’all met?”
“Oh! Metal Man! yea I saw him at the sports festival when I was in that vendor’s area” she started giggling “I tripped him out when I multiplied myself to get myself in multiple food lines.”
“Yea, I really thought there was glitch” he chuckled nervously “anyways, I’m Tetsutetsu.”
“Oh, is that your first or last name?”
“Yes”
They started laughing and I walked away giving him the thumbs up. I go about enjoying myself and meeting new people. Meanwhile, in the hero dorms.
“They sound like they’re having fun” pouted Kaminari looking out from the commons room window “Palma-san always gets to do the coolest things.”
“She was here earlier” Todoroki spoke up from the kitchen “they needed ice and she popped in to borrow my ice quirk.”
Iida stops mid sip of his water “She was here?! and nobody told me?!”
“She just popped in” Todoroki raised an eyebrow “why do we need to tell you if she comes over?”
“I haven’t seen her since her birthday” Iida protested “it’s like she’s avoiding us and she hasn’t invited me to this party.”
“Didn’t you say no to the last one Iida-kun?” Midoriya recalled “I’m sure she had a reason not to tell us about this one.”
“Oh HO I think not fellas” Mineta yelled from the window, holding binoculars “looks like she invited Tetsutetsu, he’s the only hero course student at that party.”
Iida dashed over to take Mineta’s binoculars to see for himself, and it was true. He saw Palma-san dancing next to Tetsutetsu. “She’s dancing with him! And they both have drinks in their hands” he puts the binoculars down “she looks so.....happy.”
“Iida-kun? Are you alright?” asked Kaminari, concerned “you did say no last time and it looks like its picking up pretty fast.”
“I’m going over there to talk to her” Iida sternly walked out of the dorms and to the intel dorms, all the boys were watching from the window. “Hello Jin, may I gain entry to talk to Ita?”
Jin looks over the list on his clipboard “Sorry, you’re not on our list.”
“I’m not going to stay, I just want to talk to Ita real quick.”
“Let me see if she’s in the mood to talk” Jin sticks his finger in his ear to send a ping to her and he gets two pings back “she says no, she’s too drunk to hold conversation.”
“I see, well can you tell her I want to talk when she’s sober? It’s important.”
“I’ll do my best to remember that” he scribbles on his clipboard “I think she wanted to talk to you too but her sales and prep for this party took up all her time.”
Iida perked up “Really? Then I shall await her response.”
“Whatever dude, isn’t it past your bedtime or something?” Jin cringed and just wanted Iida to leave.
The rest of the night went right at the party, Yuka and Tetsutetsu have entered infatuation zone. I iced 5 people and had a really good time meeting new people. I woke up passed out under the dining room table, I check the time, it’s 10:45am. I crawl out from the table to make some coffee and I see that most of the usual mess of our parties was cleaned up. I make my way to the kitchen and see Hansai on the ground without any pants, which wasn’t unusual but his ass was red from getting slapped. I moved him to the couch and made coffee for everyone. As everyone rose from their hangovers and slowly made their way to the kitchen to see if you had enough leftovers to eat breakfast or we had to cook. Lucky for us there was 4 whole uneaten pizzas and alot of mini hot dogs that we just heated up and ate. After cleaning up the rest of the mess and bathed, I had my plan in check. The plan was to send a text to ask if he was going anywhere and if I could pop in to talk, I then teleport in and give him the tart to corner him into confessing, I’ll figure out the rest from there because anything could happen. I was hoping for the best where we enter the kissing zone that will lead into the commitment zone.
“Okay y’all I’m going on my solo mission” I say as I’m getting the tart out of the fridge “wish me luck.”
“Have fun! Don’t lose your cool! Ping us if anything.” were all the responses I got before teleporting off. I sent the text already and he said he’d but waiting for me in his room. I teleport in and he perks up.
“Hey, thanks for making time for me.”
“No problem! I wasn’t going anywhere today” he came up to me to hug me “I just miss spending time with you, also you look very cute today” he released me from the hug “what’s the occasion?”
“It’s Valentines day silly” I giggled “I wanted to be festive, ALSO I brought you something” I take out the cake box and give it to him “happy valentines day Tenya.”
He looked at the small box with the glitter hearts hand drawn on the sides “What cute and homemade decoration! Thank you Ita” he takes the box from my hands and opens it to see a berry tart, his expression switched to awestruck “did you make this?! it’s almost like the berry tart from the cafe!”
“I’m glad you noticed! I made it just for you” I get giddy and a little impatient “have a taste, there’s a fork on the side there.”
I see him take a forkful of a bit of everything, his eyes widen “Wow! this is amazing! The filling is so silky and not too sweet and the crust is just the right amount of light and crunch” he turns to me, looks dead in my eyes and says “it’s worthy of being sold at a bakery, you should seriously consider opening up one!”
“Oh it’s that good?” I say but I’m confused, why did he say that? “you praise me too much! I just made it with lots of love in every part, especially for you.” I think to myself heh! there’s no way he didn’t get the hint, what do you say to that Tenya?!
He takes another bite “I can tell! How fortunate I am to get such a valentines gift from my dearest friend...” He said other things but they didn’t matter, I was just his friend and nothing more. Of course I was, what the hell was I thinking! Everyone was just assuming he liked me because of his nature to care and he cared a lot about me, because he pities me. I felt heartbroken, I really wanted it to be true but it would be dumb of me to tell him I like him after that comment. “...I missed you, it was like you’ve been avoiding me.”
I snapped out of my inner thoughts “Oh don’t be silly! It’s just that this semester is really picking up for me class wise” it wasn’t a lie, I did have a lot to do “but we may be study buddies again, math is giving me anxiety.” We talk more but I didn’t stick around very long and said that I was needed back at the dorms. I teleport back and everyone was in the living room and looked at me, trying to read my expression. I took a deep breath “He doesn’t see me more than a friend, I feel so stupid.” My eyes get watery and I just cover my eyes “like, it’s so dumb for me to ever think that just because somebody is giving me attention means that they like me! I’m just some weird foreigner that...” I just broke down sobbing and floated up. Everyone was trying to bring me down from the ceiling but I wasn’t in the mood to hear everyone’s comforts, I just wanted to forget these feelings. I teleported to my room and locked the door, instead of turning to alcohol again, I just cried it out on my bed. It was barely evening when I heard the sound of a plate being pushed under my door, I got up to see just that and it was struggling to get squeezed in my room so I opened the door. In piled Jin and Mimi.
“Oh I thought you fell asleep” Jin said, gripping the plate “I made fried rice, you always come out for fried rice.”
“Yeah, are you feeling a bit better babygirl?” gently asked Mimi “wanna talk about it?”
I look at the plate of food “I just feel dumb about it all” I grabbed the plate and started eating as they sat on my bed and I was telling them what was said.
“I never really liked him being around you so much” Jin exhaled “his actions are just so dual meaning and it blurred what his feelings were towards you.”
“RIGHT!? I thought I was the only one!” I put the plate on my desk “I guess I have to refocus now that it’s settled” I look at my mini calendar to see the laundry list of things I have to do for the next day “I have a one on one with Monoma tomorrow and I really don’t know what I’m going to do if he doesn’t show improvement.”
-The Next Day, at the training grounds-
“...please Monoma, put all your focus on your core and....pretend there’s a string pulling you up.” I was helping him perfect telekinesis but something wasn’t clicking with him. It was 20 minutes into our session and he’s giving me the same excuses.
He gets 3 feet of lift “Okay, that makes more sense but how do I levitate other things?”
“I pretend I have stretchy arms and I mentally grab the object and pick it up.” I levitate a piece of plywood as I explain “now try to pick up....my shoe” I say as I take off my shoe and put it on the ground.
He focuses hard on the shoe but in attempt to levitate it, he drops himself “Gah! it’s so difficult! How am I supposed to focus on 2 things at the same time?”
“Don’t get so discouraged, it’s one of the most difficult quirks to control when you copy” I offer my hand to pick him up “be gracious you weren’t born with it.”
He slaps my hand away “I don’t want your pity words commoner! Such power shouldn’t belong to you!” he jumps to his feet and leers at me “I can feel in the copy how much brain power has to be used to do what you can do and I can’t handle it! How is it as a child you could do what I could barely do? It’s not fair how you were born and just go off and be perfect!”
“Woah calm down Monoma” I carefully choose my words “It took me years to get where I am but I’m here to give you the basics of my quirk so you use it in the heat of battle so you won’t hurt yourself or your comrades.”
“NO, I WANT TO SURPASS YOU!” he gets unstable “you act like you aren’t the most powerful person in the room but you are! It should be me with that power” he grabs me by my collar “you’re just some middle class foreigner, classes beneath me! I refuse to grovel at your feet!”
I backhand him so hard it knocks him down again “You don’t get it Monoma, I’m trying to help you not out of pity but because I know the ins and outs of our quirk.”
“Did you just backhand me?” he holds his jaw “am I not worth the open palm?!”
“NO YOU AREN’T WORTH THE COPY! WHY THE FUCK WOULD I WASTE MY ENERGY COPYING YOU!” I snapped and he snapped right back at me. It was this aggressive back and forth and escalated into grabbing and pushing each other with more vulgar insults. I was getting lost in my rage as we were fighting and what snapped me out was him aggressively kissing me. When he broke off the kiss, I didn’t let him get the final say “you’re bad at kissing too” I grab him by the collar and pull him in “let the experienced show you how it’s done!” And we started kissing with this hateful passion. Things escalated quickly as we ended up in my dorm room, in nothing but our t-shirts with him on top of me, clearly just finished having hate sex. Thing is, I let myself and I didn’t mind it at all, I WANTED this and so did he. He got off me and laid next to me, embarrassed of his composure.
“So, are you going to listen to me now?” I asked as I turned my head to face him, slightly panting.
He looked at me and gulped “yeah, definitely” he sat up to find his clothes “was that...good for you?” he asked meekly, a bit out of character for him.
I get smug “heh, I wouldn’t know” I looked at the time, it was almost 5pm “I’ve never had sex before.”
He perked up “Oh? So I was the first huh” he looked down and got vulnerable for me “it was my first time too, I didn’t know that’s how it felt or that I’d ever get that far with somebody.”
We got dressed and teleported back to the training grounds to get our duffle bags to part ways. I really didn’t know what that made me and Monoma now but I told my intel classmates what went down. They celebrated me finally getting it in. The following few weeks went surprisingly well between Monoma and me. To the point were he was improving in his hero studies, Kendo stopped me after English.
“Palma-san I don’t know how you did it but he’s improved!” she looked so content “his attitude changed too! Thank you for giving him a second chance at helping him, what can we do to repay you?”
I recalled the last few sessions with him were he pleases me afterwards in my dorm and blush at the thought “Oh no need to repay me! His improvement is reward enough.”
Monoma walked out when Kendo walked back in the classroom “Hey, can we just have a bedroom session tonight? I know our sessions are Wednesday and Sunday and its Friday now, but I can’t stop thinking about how you moan my name.”
I get really hot when he said that “Oh like this?” I leaned into his ear and do soft moans in his ear. He grips my hips like he wanted me “oh please save it for the bedroom darling, so see you tonight?”
“Yes, I’ll be waiting~” I teleport to my next class and just get excited for later. And right on the dot, he strolls in my dorm at 6pm to get down to business. These sessions make me feel like I’m a celestial body and he comes to worship me. A bitch getting throughly pleased, then my phone rings, it’s Iida. “What the hell does he want?”
Monoma pulls out of me “answer it, I’m going to try something.” He nestles his face between my thighs and I try to keep composure as I answer the phone.
“Hello?”
“Hey Ita, it’s me Tenya! How are you?”
“Oh I’m doing fi~ne” Monoma was teasing me with his touch, making everything that much more naughty.
“What are you doing right now?”
“I’m serving dinner right now” I make eye contact with Monoma and he responds by going a little rougher “w-why do you ask?”
“It’s just that some of us saw Monoma walk into your dorms and I was wondering if he was with you by any chance.”
“Yea he’s here with me” Monoma stopped out of fear that he got caught “he came over just to hang out with my class, it’s game night.”
“Oh well, alright. I was getting concerned that he was doing something much more...erratic.”
“Monoma? Oh please! He just wants to play” he took that as a cue to resume “it takes a lot to get past the outer shell to see who he really is.”
“Alright then, I’ll let you go back to eating your meal. Let’s spend time together soon?”
Monoma sticks to his rhythm and I grip his hair “Thanks for your concern, we should! Just let me know!”
“Okay, good night.”
“Bye Bye!” I quickly hang up and let out a moan that’s been wanting to escape. “That was so hot” I let go of his hair.
“Thought it might” he gave one long lick before mounting me again “may I? If that little interruption didn’t do it for you.”
“Yes please~” we picked up where we left off. From all of our sessions and how we really feel about each other, it was just physical. The moment I get serious with somebody else, or vise versa, we were going to stop what we have. But for now, I’m living the best of my teen experience.
Fast forward, Mid-April
“Yo, Palma-san!” Sero yelled to get my attention from the shared field.
“Hm? Oh hi!” I stopped my aiming practice to wave back.
“Quick question, are you going to participate in this year’s sports festival?”
“Nope, I turned down the offer.”
He expression changed to shocked “Why? You like competing and being part of this is a huge deal!”
“I know, but I rather be hands off the hero’s public eye as much as possible” I wipe my sweat “why did the subject come up anyways?”
“Oh it’s because we heard you got asked by Nezu this time” he looks back at the hero dorms “we all got excited that we were going to train together again and have fun, but I guess if you said no...”
“Aww y’all miss me” I gave him a noogie “can’t y’all wait until summer? I have some inter-program stuff in my agenda to do with y’all.” I released him from my chokehold “I’m just next door! Any of y’all can come in and ask for me and I’d be down if I’m free.”
“Okay! Now second question,” he leans in and gets quiet “What’s with you and Monoma?”
My eyes narrow “I’m his mentor for copy quirking, why do you ask?”
“A few of us saw you two getting playful in the halls” he crosses his arms and smirks “I don’t know of any mentor and mentee relationships that giggle and carries you on their shoulders.”
“He got an attitude change, I fucked him up so bad that he shaped up” I said as calmly as possible “he got nicer and friendly, so naturally he’s getting playful with me.”
“Oof, hate to see what you did to him that day to make him change” he cringed at the idea “well I’ll leave you to your personal time, see you around!”
“Bye! Take care!” I waved him off as he ran back to the hero dorms. At around the same time, I get a ping from Diya to report to the dorms immediately. Fearing the worst I teleport in and see him and Best Jeanist waiting for me in the living room. “Yes? You summoned me?”
“Miss Palma, sorry for giving you a scare” Best Jeanist turns to me and bows “but I require your assistance, erm, more Black Phantom’s assistance.”
I get taken by surprise “Oh? What’s the situation?”
They motion me to sit down and we sat “Under our rules and regulations, you can go on missions when called upon an official agency” Diya pulled up the articles of official regulations where that is said “and it counts toward in-field credit” he takes off his glasses and sighs “I just didn’t think they’d put you in the lions den.”
“The lion’s den? DON’T TELL ME THEY’RE-” I realized what I was going to do.
“The League of Villains are settling in the business district after we chased them out of their original hideout” he shows me the map “it’s dangerously close to my agency and UA. Our agent team and I agree that we need you to enter and cause hysteria, Black Phantom is a buzzword among the villains on the street.”
I look at their faces, they really hate that I’m the only one they can send “I accept under one condition” they perk up to hear me out “my squadron comes with me, they are just as capable to cause hysteria and take down masses.”
“It’s true” Diya turns to Best Jeanist “The boy can ensure escape and the tall girl never misses her shot. And with her power, you are guaranteed success.”
“Okay Miss Palma, I’ll recruit your squadron” Best Jeanist changes his tone “the goal is to again intel on their next moves and smoke them out of this new hideout.”
“Alright, seems doable, when do you want us?”
“Tonight” Best Jeanist stands up “I want you suited up and ready to depart by 8pm” he looks at the time “it’s 5pm now, round up your team and get your plan ready.”
“Right! Thank You!” I bow and I get my squad, they hop on their things and have everything ready by almost 7, I find time to say one good bye. I texted Iida to meet me at the tree immediately and he ran so fast I couldn’t believe my eyes.
“I’m here! What did you want to meet up for?” he said without panting.
“Um, I have to tell you something” I look at the setting sun “I...I have to go on a very high risk mission tonight, to be honest, I’m scared Tenya.”
“What?! Can’t they send somebody else?!” He starts chopping in protest “you’re just an agent in training! Still a student-”
“My squadron is coming with me too” I look at him with pain in my eyes “I just wanted to say goodbye to you, just in case” I took off my rosary “Here, I want you to hold on to this for me. It’s very near and dear to my soul and I’d hate for this to get lost in my mission” I put it in his hand and he takes a closer look at it.
“So this might be the last time I see you?” his voice shakes “I don’t think I can bear to see you go or have you come back injured or worse” he gives me a tight hug “please, be careful Ita.”
I try not to cry but I rub his back to ensure that I understand that he’s in pain to see me go “Hey, when I come back” he broke off the hug “let’s go do something fun yeah? Just the two of us?”
“I’ll plan it and look forward to it!” he powered through his tears.
I got the ping to return to depart “I’m being told that it’s time to go” I wipe his tears with my thumbs “Goodbye Tenya.” I kissed his cheek before teleporting off. The drive to the agency was nerve wrecking to us three, what are we getting ourself into?
To be continued
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Rush Limbaugh, please explain why the Leftist are so Hysterical when it comes to a Health Care Bill
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Leftist Hysteria Over the GOP Health Care Bill Is Rooted in Need to Preserve Obama Legacy
May 8, 2017
RUSH: There is hysteria across this country, and across the pond in Europe. There’s just hysteria everywhere you look, and a lot of it is rooted in a panicked, hysterical need on the left to protect the legacy of Barack Hussein Obama. Pretty much everything of the Obama administration is being pared away — or trying to. The severe efforts. Obamacare, the first stage of the repeal has taken place, and the panic that has ensued over this… Are you aware — and I tried to mention this. I warned people over the weekend that this was coming. They looked at me like I’m nuts.
I said, “Are you aware — and, if you’re not, you had better be prepared to hear starting very soon — that the Republican health care bill that passed the House of Representatives now treats the cause of rape as a preexisting condition in order to deny rape victims and the victims of sexual abuse health insurance?” When I tell you that, does that make any sense to you? I mentioned this to the people at dinner one night this weekend, and they looked at me like, “What are you talking about?” And I didn’t blame ’em. It sounds like… I know it sounds nonsensible.
You have a bunch of hysterical leftists, hysterical leftist women that are running around… This story has now gone viral. There are versions of it in the Washington Post. It started in, I think, New York Magazine with a woman writing that the Republicans want to deny everybody with preexisting conditions any insurance. That’s lie number one. And now they’re trying to deny rape victims and sexual abuse victims health insurance on the basis… None of this is true! It is literally… I mean, it’s worse than made up. It’s worse than lies.
This is insane hysteria. It’s literally made up for the Drive-By Media to pick this up and run with it. And literally what they’re claiming is that the cause of rape — whatever that is, the circumstances that led to rape and the rape itself — then equal a preexisting condition. And the cause could be post-traumatic stress disorder, any number of things, and these evil Republicans want to deny the victims of rape and sexual abuse health insurance on the basis that it’s a preexisting condition.
Never mind the fact that the Republicans are bending over backwards to include preexisting conditions in virtually everything. But, as is often the case, here’s a premise that’s put out. It’s kind of like the global warming premise was put out there. And what do we do? We validate the premise by accepting it and trying to reject it intellectually and logically. There are already pieces saying, “This is not right. This is wrong,” with intellectual reasons why.
And I’ll share it all with you as the program unfolds. Rather than just say, “You’re insane!” Rather than just say, “You’re a lunatic!” Rather than just say, “This is absurd!” and laugh at it and move on, no! “We must tackle it intellectually.” Like climate change. There’s no science in climate change. What do we do? We developed our own science answers to it, and it all ends up deep in the weeds. Nobody can keep track of it and they don’t care to because all of this is emotion based, not issue or intellectual-reason based.
So it just… Listen to it a second time. Does it make any sense to you? How could anybody even think this way? What do you have to be doing after the Republicans passed their health care bill to start thinking, “Well, you know, that bill has rape victims listed as victims of preexisting conditions, and, therefore, the Republicans want to deny them health care!” How…? How do you even think this?
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RUSH: Let me show you some of this hysteria. You ready? “Bette Midler…” Song stylist extraordinaire, Bette Midler: “GOP Are Homegrown Assads, Gassing Their Own with the Health Care Bill.” I’m not making this up. When the House passed Obamacare replacement bill — the American Health Care Act, whatever it is — last Thursday, Bette Midler tweeted that the Republican Party was “gassing their own people” by repealing Obamacare. So the homegrown Assads in the Freedom Caucus want employers to not have to offer health care to employees, are like gassing their own people.
Here’s another headline: “Health Act Repeal Could Threaten U.S. Job Engine.” (repeats) “Health Act Repeal Could Threaten U.S. Job Engine”? You know, have you seen the news that the Republicans have committed suicide with this health care repeal? Well, not so fast on that. Let me present an alternative today as the program unfolds. But I genuinely want to deal with something here. This hysteria over the Republican health care bill is grotesque, and it is nothing more than the media’s desperate attempt to keep Obama’s key domestic achievement alive, at all costs.
If you didn’t know any better, you would think Obamacare the most beloved piece of federal legislation ever, that it had a 100% approval rating, that everybody was happy with it, that nobody was suffering from it, and the Republicans have come along and want people to die. The Republicans want to kill people. The Republicans want to deny rape victims access to insurance because rape and the cause of it equals a preexisting condition. The truth about Obamacare is it’s killing jobs; it’s killing the U.S. economy.
And as long as Obamacare is in force, I don’t see how our economy can ever grow beyond 3%, with the federal government owning one-sixth of the U.S. economy and making a mess of it, with premiums skyrocketing beyond any hope of people being able to pay for it. And, of course, all of this is a direct route to single payer. Now you have Obama’s big supporters like Warren Buffett and Bill Gates and Charlie Munger all out now supporting single payer after the Republican health care passes the House.
You notice it’s these very wealthy people out there pushing for single payer? They know they will never have to enroll in that eventuality, with the government running health care. They’ll never have to be governed by it. So it’s easy to gain points and political favor by talking socialism and government taking care of everybody when they’re never gonna have to suffer the consequences. It’s typical of what they do.
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RUSH: So the Republicans are slowly but surely wiping the Obama presidency off the map, and if you don’t necessarily agree with they’re being successful with that, you have to admit that there is an effort underway to do just that. And if you don’t find it within the halls of Capitol Hill and the Congress in the House and the Senate, you do find it at the White House. There is a serious effort to wipe the Obama presidency off the map, and the big signature claim to Obama’s presidency is Obamacare, and the first step has been taken.
This has caused Obama now to show up in public and to try to tamper with this effort — which was predicted. He’s now claiming that it’s a courageous thing to have done Obamacare, and we must muster courage to stop what the Republicans are trying to do. Democrats of all stripes have rejected and continue to reject Trump as president. But more than that, they are apoplectic over the prospect of a diminished Obama legacy. Obama’s just applied for certification and tax status of his future Obama presidential library.
And, by the way, he has attempted to set it up the same way the Clintons set up the Clinton Crime Family Foundation, which became the Clinton Global Initiative. The whole Clinton operation began as the president’s Library and Massage Parlor thing in Little Rock, and everything about it grew from that well beyond the limits of the law in terms of what you can do raising money, spending money, tax consequences. Obama’s model is almost identical to what the Clintons did except Obama’s not gonna spend six years in the transition from the presidential library to the vacuum cleaner that the Clinton Foundation became in accepting foreign contributions for who knows whatever.
Obama’s in the process of setting up the same thing. And of course the presidential library is the first thing, and that’s where all the great achievements are and all the presidential papers signaling the great work and the brilliance — and here come those rascally Republicans right on the day and the month that Obama’s establishing his library, trying to wipe out his signature achievement! So they’re apoplectic about this. They’re apoplectic over the prospect of a diminished Obama legacy.
And make no mistake. You know, if Trump unwinds Obama’s Iran deal, we’re gonna hear how the world is coming to a quick and bloody end. It’s gonna be the same list of catastrophes. “People are gonna die! People are gonna get murdered! People are gonna get sick.” It’s a never-ending litany that really comes under the umbrella, “Republicans are killing people! Republicans are starving children!” And it’s gotten to the point now that it’s lunacy. There’s an effort to wipe the Obama presidency off the map. This has triggered a metastasizing rage.
Democrats are saying, “Who in their right mind wouldn’t resist change to Obamacare?” Well, it’s exploding right before our very eyes. Even the Drive-By Media can’t avoid reporting that. The end of Obamacare, folks, is bigger than the bill itself. It represents a rejection bigger than the voter rejection of Hillary Clinton. If Obamacare is repealed, if Obama’s name is taken off whatever is substituted for it… If it becomes Trumpcare, Ryancare, I don’t care what it becomes.
If it happens because Obama has been taken out of it and enough of his signature legislation has been repealed and replaced with something else, that is gonna cause a new wave of hysteria and panic. And I think what’s happening out there in many sectors is the left is coming to grips with the prospect… This isn’t guaranteed by any stretch, but they are coming to grips with the prospect — of reality crashing into the Obama presidency. They are horrified at the thought, literally horrified at the thought that the Obama legacy could unravel and be untangled.
If you listen to the left’s predictions of what sounds like a Republican-triggered genocide, you’d think we’re all fetuses in a Planned Parenthood waiting room! This is the way they’re trying to characterize all of this. Let me come back to this story that, folks, it defies common-sense understanding. New York Magazine. “Early Thursday morning, New York Magazine published an online item which claimed that ‘rape is a pre-existing condition‘ under the health care bill which [Republicans] passed in the House.” Sarah Spellings: “In Trump’s America, Rape Is a Preexisting Condition.”
Now, listen to this: “An amendment in the GOP health-care-reform bill will allow states to deny coverage for preexisting conditions, including sexual assault. Pre-Obamacare rape survivors who sought treatment for their injuries could be denied health care later on. Under Obamacare, preexisting conditions were guaranteed to receive coverage — among them, sexual assault. The American Health Care Act is going to change that. The new MacArthur-Meadows Amendment will allow states to discriminate based on medical history, reportedly without addressing the subsequent high cost of health care for millions of Americans.
“In addition to rape, postpartum depression, cesarean sections, and surviving domestic violence are all considered preexisting conditions. Companies can also deny coverage for gynecological services and mammograms.” How many of you are under the impression that in the Republican health care bill, preexisting conditions have been wiped out? In other words, how many of you are aware that they had to add $8 billion to an already existing $130 billion fund to cover preexisting conditions? The Republicans bent over backwards keep preexisting conditions in, because they were afraid of stories just like this!
Although they didn’t anticipate preexisting conditions that are rape and abuse related. So that original story runs, and then the next day in the Washington Post, a column: “I Was Raped. Thanks to Republicans, I Could Be Denied Insurance for Surviving — Surviving sexual assault is already expensive. Now it could be even worse.” This is by Carly Mee “a staff attorney at SurvJustice, where she provides direct legal representation to survivors of sexual violence in civil, campus and criminal systems.”
“When I learned that the most recent version of the American Health Care Act allows insurers to classify rape as a preexisting condition (and thus puts survivors at risk for increased costs and denial of coverage), my initial inclination was to pull out a calculator.” Can I…? Before refuting this factually, there is something here that it needs to be pointed out, and it is this. What is really at the bottom of all of this is an abject fear of having to pay for your own stuff in life. That’s what this really, really comes down to.
Not just in this specific case here, but it boils down to this idea that when it comes down to health care, “I shouldn’t have to pay for anything! I shouldn’t have to pay a dime for anything, no matter what happens to me if it requires any kind of medical attention, somebody else should pay for it.” I’m just here to tell you that if that maintains, there will never be any reform of health care and there will never be any return to 4% economic growth in this country. Because as long as people end up paying every dime of their disposable income for health insurance premiums, well, you can say good-bye to rising tides lifting all boats.
If there isn’t some modification to this idea that when it comes to health care, you pay nothing… How silly is it when you look at how high the cost of premiums is and how high the deductibles are? But when it comes to out of pocket, people do not want… These people on the left, at any rate, do not think they should have to pay for a thing. So now they’re running around trying to classify every activity that they consider to be suffering or whatever as a preexisting condition so that they can say that the Republicans want to deny them health coverage. Now, the claim — substantively — is wrong. But it pains me to even have to go there to refute this, because it accepts their stupid, fool premise.
But I’m gonna do it, just to make sure I dot all the I’s and cross all the T’s.
And that is coming up.
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RUSH: One of the headlines or narratives of this whole story that the Republican health care act eliminates preexisting condition coverage for rape victims and sexual assault victims. “White Men Made Rape a Preexisting Condition.” (interruption) No, it’s all over. It depends on where you go. Daily Kos, didn’t matter what blog you choose. This is “White Men Made Rape a Preexisting Condition.” Now, wait just a second. Now, wait just a second on this. First of all, I thought everybody wanted everything to be a preexisting condition. What, did I miss something here? Everybody wants everything to be a preexisting condition because that way you can’t be denied insurance, right?
So what are these people afraid of? Well, if rape is a preexisting condition, these people are trying to tell everybody else the Republicans want to eliminate preexisting condition coverage, and they’re focusing on rape as the issue because that’s a hot-button issue for young leftist Millennial women. But it’s all bogus! The whole thing is bogus. A woman named Elizabeth Brown in Reason took this on substantively and illustrated how none of this is true. She said, “The latest less-than-truthful meme about Republicans’ American Health Care Act (AHCA), passed by the U.S. House on Thursday, is that it makes rape a ‘preexisting condition’ for health-insurance purposes.
“According to a host of women’s publications and an army of outraged tweeters, sexual assault and domestic abuse survivors could soon be forced to disclose their attacks to insurance companies, which could subsequently deny them health-insurance coverage because of it.” The theme here is the insurance companies are mean-spirited and evil, that if they can get out of covering you, they will! And if they can say that you’ve got a preexisting condition then they don’t have to cover you! And so what they want you to do is have to report that you’ve been raped and been sexually assaulted so they can deny you coverage!
This is what’s going around out there. Except “None of this is true. Like, not even a little bit” of this is true, and I ought not even have to say that it’s not true. It ought to be an automatic conclusion that whoever’s running around saying this is gone. They’re literally out of their minds. “And the fact it’s not just being shared by shady social-media activists and their unwitting dupes but by ostensibly-legitimate media outlets [like New York Magazine and the Washington Post] is another sad indictment of press standards these days,” says Elizabeth Nolan Brown.
“Nothing in the new Republican health care bill specifically addresses sexual assault or domestic violence whatsoever. What it does say is that states can apply for waivers that will allow insurance companies, under certain limited circumstances, to charge higher premiums to people based on their personal medical histories — that’s it.” Zip, zero, nada! That is it. And the reason for this is to lower premiums. Premiums are out of control, and if you want to know how the Republicans can win big politically with this, it’s very simple.
If they end up passing something like what the House passed, if the Senate doesn’t butcher this — and the odds of that are pretty big. The Senate’s gonna butcher it. I mean, listening to Susan Collins, it’s not a good sign. But if… Just to play “if.” If this bill actually went to Trump’s desk in similar form, insurance premiums would fall dramatically. If that were to happen, why, my friends, that’s the only thing people will notice about the health care bill is that it finally has been made cheaper and is more affordable and that the Republicans did it.
That is the upside about which I spoke in the first half hour of the program. So okay, here’s your question. So what if states are allowed to raise rates for rape survivors? Okay. Well, this same woman, Elizabeth Nolan Brown wrote that in the 1980s. Some companies considered domestic abuse a condition for denying care. But — are you ready for the numbers here? “By 2009, however, all but eight U.S. states had passed laws directly prohibiting the practice, and as of July 2014, all but six states had. Even if Obamacare is replaced by the [this Republican bill] tomorrow, insurers in 44 states will still be barred by law from considering domestic and sexual abuse a preexisting condition.”
This narrative that is running around the mainstream media that has co-opted a bunch of don’t-know-any-better Twitterites is a 100%, purposeful lie. In 44 states, there are already laws on the books which prevent exactly what is being promoted and threatened here in the Washington Post and in New York Magazine! This is just one example, a microcosm of how much full-fledged BS and outright lies are circulating as mainstream news about everything!
The French election, the Trump presidency, the Russian tampering with the election and all. There are so many lies and so much BS circulating as mainstream news, that it establishes my new theory that it is the media running the show for progressivism and liberalism, and that the Democrat Party is simply that entity which implements it legislatively and votes on it in Congress. But the actual intellectual energy and movement for all of this progressivism, all of these lies, all this hysteria is, in fact, the mainstream media.
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RUSH: What I said was — and, by the way, you know, Snerdley has a caller up there who disagrees with me. Do you know how I’m looking forward to that? Folks, I don’t know if it’s like this with you, but nobody ever disagrees with me. I don’t want them to say, “Yep, that’s right. Yep.” I mean, some people try to point out some things I’ve missed, but no. I never have anybody disagree with me. You know how not fun that is? So I’m ecstatic. We have somebody up there who disagrees. It’s about the French election, but at least it’s somebody who disagrees with me.
Greetings, and welcome back. Great to have you here. Rush Limbaugh at 800-282-2882. What I said was, if you listen to the Democrats and the left’s predictions of what sounds like a Republican-triggered genocide, you’d think that we’re all fetuses in a Planned Parenthood waiting room. That’s what I said. I had some people ask, “What did you say about fetuses and Planned Parenthood?” That’s what I said. It was part… Everything that the Republicans do is gonna kill people. If you listen to the left, there is a Republican genocide underway, as though we’re all fetuses in a Planned Parenthood waiting room.
I think it’s a great analogy. But I admit, the brilliance might have been obscured because I rolled through that so quickly as part of another point that I was making, which is this gross and grotesque hysteria that has greeted to the House Republican health care bill.
Rush Limbaugh, please explain why the Leftist are so Hysterical when it comes to a Health Care Bill Rush Limbaugh, please explain why the Leftist are so Hysterical when it comes to a Health Care Bill…
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