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theglowyscorpio · 3 years

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all set | eren x reader

a/n: this is a story in the making, currently available at AO3 and Wattpad. If you like it, please don't hesitate to give me some kudos, leave a comment or maybe follow me on my social media! <3 Any feedback is highly appreciated since I'm just getting started!

pairing: eren yeager x female reader

tags: mature content, alternate universe (modern setting), college/university, recreational drug use, implied sexual content, M/F, F/F, the author is not religious lmao

word count: 4.3k

current chapters: 2/?

playlist: this one was made with a particular playlist in mind. they are really great songs that help to convey this chapter, so I hope you have a time to check them out! :)

a. slomosa - kevin b. upsahl - drugs c. rosenfeld - like u d. kaiba - overdose e. lil kapow - tinman f. bodega - how did this happen!?

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all set

I lost count of how many parties I went to this week. There was one at Shina, another at... Sasha's. Wait, was it? Or Ymir's? Honestly, both their houses look fairly similar and we always see the same faces over and over again, regardless of where we are getting wasted. Definitely two at my house. The timeline is blurry at this point. If my liver could talk, it would spit out "Screw you, Eren." and I wouldn't be able to disagree.

Classes will start next week so everyone is acting like we're going to stop doing all this for the rest of the semester. That never happens.

I barely enter Reiner's house and the music is already piercing my head. My ears will soon tell me to go screw myself too. The bass was loud. But it was good.

— Hey, finally — Reiner says, giving a hard slap in my back. I can't even get mad at him because he probably didn't mean for it to hurt. Fucking strong bastard.

— Sorry. Lost track of time.

— You know where the things are — he leaves me behind and disappears through the noisy music.

It's hot inside. August has been particularly cruel this year. I'm using a black t-shirt, which is luckily pretty thin, and my black Adidas pants that are somewhat breathable. My hair is in a bun. I will probably be sweating soon, though. Reiner's AC won't do miracles with this amount of people since it is specially packed today. I guess I might see some new faces tonight, huh.

This fact already makes things more interesting.

I walk through the room and then arrive in the kitchen. Connie and Sasha are there.

— Eren!! — I barely open my mouth to talk and Sasha is already giving me whatever weird drink they made. Their drinks sometimes are... unusual, for the lack of a better word. Most of the time they are simply pure shit. They call it scout's fuel, always the same name regardless of what's inside. Maybe that's why my liver hates me so much.

— Thanks — I'm already used to the goddamn gasoline taste — I guess you both want to get us wasted tonight.

— It's our personal mission, so enjoy the fuel — Connie says laughing, raising his plastic cup. I love this duo – who doesn't? – and I can't help but laugh with them, even though it tastes so bad — Everyone is already here, come on — I follow them and find all the familiar faces I've seen all week: Bertholdt, Historia, Ymir, Mikasa, Annie, Armin, Jean, everyone.

The girls look hot, even though I'm used to them. Either way, I avoid hooking up with my friends since the last time didn't work so well. It's better to avoid Mikasa today.

We all sit together while drinking. I light a joint I had already prepared at home and say — Am I crazy or is Reiner's party bigger than usual? —, releasing the smoke a few seconds after. This one is the best grass we could get around our area, I've saved it primarily for today and now I see that might have been a great decision on my part. I'm glancing through the room and looking for some girls, might share this shit with one - or a few - of them later.

— Thank god, I was tired of seeing your ugly faces every fucking time — Jean says. The girls look at him and he rushes to add — I mean, the boys, of course. It's always nice looking at all of you, ladies.

It's not enough to avoid Annie's kick anyway — We can say the same of you, horse face.

Reiner arrives at the perfect time and explains — Since the new semester starts Monday, news about today traveled fast and we got a lot more company than usual.

— Do you know all of them, Reiner? — Historia asks — I've talked to a bunch of them tonight and there are people from all over the campus and from all years as well — Historia always looks pretty, her blonde hair shining even in the low light of the party. Guys make a line to talk to her at all parties so there's no surprise that she's already familiarized with the whole scenario. I wonder what Ymir thinks of it. Probably followed her during this little field trip.

— Hell, no — he grabs the joint of my hand and sucks deeply — I know some of them and some are Bertholdt's friends but there are some random people.

— I bet Reiner knows a lot of the girls — I take my joint back from his fingers — I assume they aren't Bertholdt's friends, though — and grin.

— Hey, I don't see you with any new company either, dude — Bertholdt tries to grab my weed as well, but I avoid his advances. He instead grabs my cup and drinks all of it, leaving me empty. He makes a funny face at the taste. Suit yourself, man, I think to myself, laughing on the inside.

— Yeah, but I'll work on it in a sec — I tease him knowing that he can't handle much of Sasha and Connie's fuel. He always knocks out before everyone. I hope he realizes he needs to stay awake to try anything with Annie. Someday. He simply never gets there.

Hange arrives almost falling over Ymir and spilling her drink on the floor in the process — I think we should all make a toast and make this last party a wild ride!!! — her yelling stabbing us louder than the music.

— Bitch, you are this fucking drunk already? — Ymir says to her, holding Hange's weight on her back — What the hell did the gasoline duo do to you?

— Okay okay, enough with the questions, let me fill your cups because this is the night! — Sasha says, just pouring all that mystery liquid that soon will go straight to our heads — Also, Reiner, where's the food?

We raise our plastic cups and Connie yells — To the new semester! — and we drink, feeling the immediate burn on our throats. It's hard being a scout.

— I need to get laid today — Jean says as he lays his back on the couch — Gonna arrive for the classes pretty motivated next week — he then rests his left arm at the back pillow, behind Mikasa's head.

— You should start roaming, then — her cold delivery puts Jean's subtle attempt at flirting six feet under the ground, as usual. It was pretty damn quick, but I could notice Mikasa glancing at me and then looking the other way. Yeah, I think I need to start roaming soon, too.

— That sounds great, then let's do that!!! — Hange grabs Jean by the arm and they disappear amongst the crowd.

— When all this fun ends, I'll be the one who will probably have to take him home after he gets slapped by some girls — Armin and Jean live with me so we normally go back together. Armin is the responsible one between us, which is not exactly hard considering how Jean and I are — Gonna at least drink some beer before that happens.

— I'll go with you, this drink sucks — Annie says, finishing the drink anyway and following him. We always drink the last drop of it, we never learn.

The girls went dancing, the music was exceptionally good today. A lot of bands I already liked plus some I have never heard before. I need to remember to ask Reiner for this playlist later. Connie was already surrounded by a different group, everyone likes to talk to him. He is popular. The rest dispersed as well and I could hear Hange's screams far away. This is going to be a night for her, indeed.

I start walking around, meeting a lot of people from my classes and others from the campus in general. I talk to all of them and drink a lot in the process, which feeds my need for nicotine every time. I grab my pack of cigarettes and while smoking, I see Levi.

— I must be dreaming — I say, letting the smoke leave my lips with a smile. It reaches him and looks at me with a deadly expression. He is smoking as well, but he only admits one specific brand of cigarettes and hates all the others. Levi usually doesn't show up at these "brat" parties, as he likes to say, since he's a few years older than us. I normally see him at Shina's, which is a popular club slash bar near our university. He's the owner so we all met him there, after going so many times. Shina has the best parties and the best drinks of all the clubs near us. And it couldn't be any other way, since Levi is a perfectionist. There's also a small stage there, where indie bands perform from time to time. My band does some gigs there sometimes.

— Hey — he replies, as cold as ever. He's Mikasa's cousin, so they have the same expressions and hard-to-approach vibe — Already high, I see.

— Always. In fact, today I hope to be higher than usual. What miracle brings you here?

— Some people from the staff decided to come here today so there are fewer brats to piss me off — he drinks what's probably a high priced whiskey and continues — and there's a new girl at the club so we have been showing her the area for a few weeks now.

— There's a lot of new girls here today — although I know Levi doesn't give a crap.

— So? — yeah, he doesn't.

Levi is a pretty successful business owner and even I have to admit that he's hot – is not only common knowledge but a mutual agreement between everyone –, so girls are always trying to get him, but he doesn't screw most of them. He doesn't fuck brats, period. He says he doesn't have the patience. That makes the girls even more desperate. He has the highest standards of every guy I know. When he was still in university – the same we all go –, he screwed not only the hottest girls but also the professors - which went after him and not the other way around. At least that's what I've heard. I think Levi never had to actively look for any girl, to be honest.

I can only laugh at his reply. That's just so him.

— If you want more stuff than what's already in your system, Floch is over there.

— I want, actually. I was going to look for him — I see Floch's red hair among some folks. Floch is usually as busy as Connie but with less than half of the charisma.

He finishes his cigarette, blowing its last white smoke into the air, and we both hear a loud HELL YEAH!! coming from all the other way across the room — Tsk, is that Hange?

— Pfft, it was before, I think it's Sasha now — he doesn't laugh at my reply. He never does. I think hell would freeze while heaven catches on fire.

I think about the music again. It's so good today, what the hell — Hey Levi, don't you think this playlist is too high quality for a Reiner party? I don't get it, his music taste is always pure trash.

— That's from our new girl — he drinks the last drops of his whiskey and starts to leave — You might find her around here — he then suddenly stops and looks at me — Don't get your hopes up, though.

I am not able to ask what he meant by that because he leaves too quickly. Time to look for Floch.

— Hey, Flo-

— Here.

— You didn't even let me finish.

— I know what you want. You are not in the mood for cocaine so you want MD instead, blah-blah-blah-blah. Is that kind of night — he pauses for mere seconds — Am I wrong, Eren?

— Nope, right as usual — Floch is the main person you go to when you need drugs. I mean, good drugs. He looks like your standard rich boy – which he is, by the way – that can do no wrong, but you can get the best stuff from him. I've always found this funny. The weed I have today was his work. He knows my taste well.

Reiner's frat house is huge, so there's plenty of room to walk. I'm approached by a bunch of girls on the way but for some reason, none of them piques my interest. I am pretty set on going after something new today and I have no problem getting laid. It happened every single day this week and it truly happens anytime I want. Which, okay, boosts my ego a little bit. Maybe a lot. I might even have hurt some girls in the process. I was never slapped though, unlike Jean. So that's a win in my book.

I see a few of my friends again, mainly Historia and Reiner, and they are talking to a girl I've never seen before.

She has long black hair and short messy bangs, the kind that goes a little above the eyebrows. I didn't know black hair was my thing until now. Her face has the perfect features, at least for me. She's wearing a sleeveless white top that is so tight that hugs her figure perfectly and makes her breasts look amazing. That type of top that shows the girl's side boob, and I'm a total sucker for those. It is also short so you can see a bit of her waist. And I don't even have to see her ass because I already know it is probably too damn good. Her light blue ripped jeans are cool as well and she has black sneakers. I like her style. She has a bunch of tattoos - a lot on her right arm, one on her left hand, and probably some that I couldn't see because they were behind her clothes. I intended to, though.

Fuck, she's hot.

Historia looks mesmerized talking to her, which is a very privileged view from where I stand because, as I've already said before, she is also beautiful. But she isn't exactly hot. This girl is. Way too much. Oh, and Reiner is there too. Whatever.

I can see a lot of guys want to approach her but none of them do. I went for it. Wasn't this night supposed to be wild?

— Hey, Eren! Guess what, Y/N is the new DJ at Shina! I was telling her how we go there all the time.

— Hi, Eren, nice to meet you — she says, with that kind of smile that people who know they are hot make. I do that too.

— Hey, Y/N — I say. And as I told you seconds before, I'm good with that type of smile as well so that's what she gets — Levi told me he came with the staff and a new girl, so I suppose that's you.

— Yeah, I'll start there next week.

— I talked to him about the party's playlist because I knew it couldn't be Reiner's.

— Yeah, it's Y/N's. She prepared it for the party when I invited the guys from Shina yesterday. We were in the same high school. — Reiner says that looking at me with a face that shows "See that, dickhead? I've known her for some years now".

— It's pretty good! I can't wait for the next party at Shina's to see your set! — Historia was always an angel.

REINER, WHERE'S THE REST OF THE ICE, MAN??, someone screamed far away.

— Shit. Catch up with you later, Y/N.

Too bad, huh, Reiner? He gives me a look that I can't quite figure out what it is, but I know for sure it wasn't a look of support. In the fucking slightest.

— I think Ymir is calling me as well, sorry!! — It was painfully obvious that Ymir wanted to make out with Historia for some time now. They never did. I think only Historia hasn't realized yet that Ymir is thirsty for her for god knows how long.

After Historia left, there was only me and her — So, by any chance, do you go to the same university as us? You look our age but Levi said you are new here — I tried asking this without looking at her body, but looking at her face was even worse. Her eyes were piercing me in the best way possible.

— I'm not exactly new, I'm from the same uni as you guys, but I took a gap year — she takes a sip of her drink — You probably never met me but I'm in the same year as you all are now.

Since Reiner knew her from high school, he also knew she was at the same university all along and never told any of the guys. Smart fucker.

— So that makes you a year older than me — I smirk at her.

— I guess it does — she smirks back as she lights up a cigarette and blows the smoke at me.

Ok, looking good so far.

I'm pretty high at this point, the MD and the music are making me horny, so I don't even bother to pretend that I'm not looking at her body. I'm looking at everything.

— You took something, didn't you?

— Do you want some? I can show you later where to get the best stuff. Anything you are in the mood for.

— I'm all set — she shows me her tongue and I see the acid. The view makes my own tongue feel lonely, maybe I should use it to steal that from her mouth. I hope she's horny as well.

We talk a lot about music since it's something that we both enjoy. She's passionate about it, I can tell. She asks about my band with true interest. Doesn't sound like small talk. She touches her hair and it makes me want to stuff my face in it. She has the smile that makes you want more. Her voice has the same effect.

The loud music allows us to talk near each other's ears. I hope she moans as loud as her playlist. The girls usually love my hair for some reason, either if it's in a messy bun as it is right now or if it's loose. They all love my green eyes too. She can see all that with somewhat detail since we are so close, even though it is a little dark here. If I take you to a room you can see me better, I almost blurb it out. I can see her too and that kills me.

She looks receptive to me but normally at this point I would be already hooking up with the girl. This time it isn't happening. I never have to work so much. I think I understand why the other guys didn't approach her before. She's a little intimidating to talk to, and that comes naturally to her – it doesn't seem to be on purpose. I flirt with her the way I normally do but she is hard to get, she hits every ball I throw. I remember what Levi said before. Oh, right.

But I'm vibing way too much at this point, I think if I touch any part of her I'll get hard immediately.

— This gap year you've mentioned... Did you go anywhere specific?

— I know it will sound cliché, but I went to Europe.

— Where in Europe?

— Everywhere — she says — I went down — the corner of her lips forming a smile — And up. Everywhere. — and I can swear she sounds flirtatious as hell. I want to bite her lip.

— That sounds... Awesome. — I think she wants to bite me too, or at least I hope she does — Was there any particular reason to leave? If that's not too much to ask.

— Hm, I was kinda... — she stops to think for a few seconds as she holds her hair up and makes a ponytail, looking at the ground, the cigarette glued to her now closed lips. Her neck became exposed, it looks soft as hell and I can't wait to bruise it. She releases the smoke, that flows into the room, and looks deep into my eyes, as deep as I want to be inside her right now — ...stressed.

I reach my limit at this point.

— I can help you with the stress if you want.

— Really? — she's looking at me with the same teasing look and I'm doing the same, so we both know that's not a question I have to answer. Her tongue quickly passes through her top lip, her mouth forming a little wet smile — I don't think I need any help though.

I threw the ball and she hit a home run. My team was out.

I was not expecting that.

We hear some of the guys from Shina calling for her — Oh, they are calling me — Y/N looks at me again and says — See you around, Eren — giving me the same fucking grin I wanted to bite before.

She walks away and I see that her ass is, as I suspected from the very beginning, too damn good.

Shit. Shit, shit, shit.

After this, some time has passed. I look at the clock. Yeah, maybe a lot. I couldn't tell before because I'm drunk and drugged. I see most of my friends, all fucking wasted. Armin is holding up pretty well, Bertholdt's is knocked down for God knows how long, Mikasa probably smoked way too much weed (who am I to judge?) and looks dead on the couch. I don't see Ymir, Historia nor Reiner - there are too many people in this house to keep count. Sasha's eating something in the kitchen, I can't see what it is, but certainly, she got hungrier than normal after smoking some pot Connie gave her. Connie always holds his drinks well, he's still talking to a lot of people. I pass in front of one of the bathrooms and Hange is there, getting everything out of her system. Oh, and Ymir. There she is, holding Hange's hair, looking as pissed as ever. Levi probably went home hours ago. Jean is making out with some chick, he's going to score tonight. To be fair, he always does, but never with Mikasa.

I saw a lot of pretty girls today and I went for none of them. They tried and I shut them down, even the ones I normally fuck. There's someone I want to taste tonight and she's nowhere to be found. The guys from Shina are missing too, so I know I won't see her today anymore. Damn.

I'm not pissed at her but I'm pissed at the situation.

— Armin, I think I'm going to take off, are you coming?

— Yeah, I'm already pretty tired — he gets up — Jean's probably going to stay here.

— Yep. Probably. — Am I pissed that Jean's getting laid? Even though I could have as well? With someone else, at least? My mood feels off.

— I'm going with you too, I've lost count of how many assholes I had to shut down today. I think I even punched a few — I don't have to look to know that's Annie speaking — You were right, Eren, is it especially crowded today. In the shittiest way possible.

— Then let's go.

— Wait, I need to get my bag first, I left it in Reiner's room.

— I can get that for you, wait up.

— It's a black one. Small.

I sign a thumbs up for her and climb the stairs. I am hundred percent sure I'm going to see someone fucking there but that's the usual. I'm pretty sure I've already seen some people screwing in the corner of the living room minutes before. No one cares.

I open the door and see Y/N in her underwear, putting her white top back on. She does indeed have other tattoos.

— Hey there! — she says smiling, as she also puts her jeans back up, making little jumps so they pass through her ass. Her hair is not in a ponytail anymore.

I say hi in a confusing way.

— I came here to get my friend's bag — I look around for milliseconds like I don't know where the hell I am until I see Reiner lying - clearly naked - under his sheets. Can't be anyone else, with that bleached hair and huge biceps.

What? Ahn?

Hey... Wait a second.

Historia? Clearly naked as well? What. The. Hell. I guess she's not exactly the angel I thought she was?

They are sort of awake, sort of sleeping, kinda like on a different planet. You know, the type of thing that happens after a really strong fuck? That sort. They look exhausted. They look destroyed. And not in a bad way. AT ALL.

— Oh, I saw a bag before. Here you go — she gives me Annie's bag. She's all dressed now. She notices my confusion, I'm too high to act any other way — I've told you I don't need any help — her eyes piercing mine for the hundredth time tonight. Her smile hurts now. Ouch.

She grabs her sneakers and walks towards me and the door:

— I'm all set.

She leaves the room as I hold Annie's bag.

Yeah. I was not expecting that.

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Thanks for reading (if there's even anyone here lmao). Chapter 2 will be uploaded later but it can be read now at AO3 or Wattpad.

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writing-to-ms-eyre · 4 years

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Magpie! Fae Boyfriend

A/N: Sorry this took long! Anyway, hope you guys had a nice holidays. Here’s to a new year. Hope you like this sweet birb, this is a bit more casual

word count: 1.4K

sfw.

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One for sorrow, two for joy...

Your hands are cracked and dry, and your knuckles sting as you clench your fist around the handle of your watering can, exposed to the morning air yet to be warmed by the sun.

The gentle stream of water pools at the base of a lettuce plant, all bright and green. It darkens the soil and the smell, akin to rain hitting the fresh ground, brings a small smile to your face as the memory of the long dry period of mild winter echoes faintly behind your eyes.

Getting up early to tend to the garden is a routine you are still trying to get used to. Normally, your mother, who had the greener thumb between the two of you, looks after the extensive garden. It consisted of a greenhouse and the majority of the backyard, that once could have been mistaken for a typical suburban space if it wasn’t for the lack of proper enclosure, and the fact that it seamlessly connected itself to a glade and then the forest beyond. It certainly gave the illusion that your mother owned the biggest garden in the world.

Much to your chagrin your mother begged you to spend the entire spring and summer to house-sit for your former childhood home.

“Don’t blame me if your plants die, Ma.”

Your mother waves her hand dismissively. “Just take out the small planters from the greenhouse every morning, water generously but—”

“Don’t flood it, if the soil is moist then don’t water it. Take it back to the greenhouse at the end of the day, but when it’s windy take it back early. Weed out some plants, if you’re not sure, leave it. Clean the garden beds, rake the front yard. Yep, I got it.”

She pats your cheek as the both of you walk towards the taxi, her bag lugging behind her.

“See? You’ll be fine.”

“But you’ve got plants that have these weird, specific needs! What about that zucchini, that I need to manually pollinate?” You found yourself out of your element. Living the last decade in the city, a concrete jungle as opposed to your old home edging an actual woods, made you feel ill-suited for the job.

“No need to worry about that. Think of it as practice!”

“Practice for what?” Your mother is already in the taxi before rolling down the windows to yell out as it begins to drive away.

“For when you have children!”

“Ma!”

It wasn’t like you hated children. You just didn’t have the time for it. In fact, the longer you lived in the city, the more you felt that you didn’t have the time. Aside from work dominating your schedule, it was also the fact that you are painfully single.

Having put off any thoughts of dating to pursue other things is not something you regret, however. You were determined and focused, prioritizing what you thought that needed to take precedence and it took all your attention. You were proud of your decision.

It’s just that by the time you wondered whether you should attend to your nonexistent dating life or not, you were already embroiled too deeply with work, potential flames have long since died out, and was too tired to drag yourself after work to even grab a drink and wind down.

Maybe this change of scenery would finally give you that opportunity to learn how to relax. But the primary problem still persists.

“At least, you guys won’t yell at me for being too slow with the paperwork.” You murmur to a group of planters, all cloistered on a shallow, plastic tray. As you were about to exit the greenhouse, a squawk startles you.

Just a few metres in front of you, a little bit to your left, a bird lands on a low pot of a lemon tree.

A magpie.

It is the same one that visits you everyday.

Every morning, when you take out a tray of seedlings from the greenhouse, a squawk calls for your attention. Initially, it kept a wide berth from you, so far that you didn't even realise it was observing your morning activities in the garden. The first time it decided to show itself, you treated it with a careful respect, wary of its beady eyes that never seemed to leave you.

Neither of you wanted to get close, nothing less than ten feet. But remembering how its species had the tendency to dive-bomb passerby’s during Spring, you decided to extend a token of friendship in the form of bread. At least, to let it know that you mean it no harm, just space for you to do your gardening in peace.

It took three days until it got close enough to accept your offerings. Now, you are both content to live and let live; you tended to your garden and the bird is comfortable enough to land on the ground to search for grubs.

In fact, this has somewhat become some sort of a routine. You wake up every morning then you hear it cooing from a nearby branch before its feet patter gently on the slightly damp soil.

“Morning fella, slept well?” You greet. It caws back in reply.

It tilted its neck as to observe how you gently raked the soil before laying on new seeds. It, he, hopped a little closer (you could now deduce it was in fact a ‘he’ judging by the white patch of feathers on his nape unlike the light gray of its female counterpart). It wasn’t long before its feet started scratching the soil before clumsily falling on his feathered back as it tried to mirror your action.

“Helping me are you? Thank you.” You laugh lightly. “I’ll bring out some mince meat as a special thanks.”

He squawks again in reply.

On a particular hot afternoon, you spy a black and white ball of feathers dive into the shaded portion of your garden. You peer out to see your friend with his beak parted open, obviously affected by the scorching heat.

You hurriedly fill a bowl with chilled water and braced for the wave of heat as you exited your cool home.

“Here you go buddy.”

“Thank you.”

What?

A flurry of hot wind, leaves and feathers whip past your face. Instead of your feathered friend, in his place is a man you’ve never seen before. His beady eyes became pure black scleras, his hair a beautiful, glossy, albeit disheveled mixture of black and white that fall pass his waist. Black feathers receded from his chest but the ones on his back remained, greatly resembling a cape of midnight feathers. Sweat glistens on his skin as his black tongue snaked out to lick his dry lips.

It instantly occurred to you that a fae is currently dehydrating in your garden.

“Thank you.” He says at your shocked face. His clawed hands reach out meekly towards the plastic bowl.

“Wait!” He immediately retracts his hand.

“Uh. I… Will you come inside?” He parts his lips. You are both surprised by your invitation considering the general mistrust between humans and the fae. But there is something not right letting a fae drink out of an old, plastic ice cream tub. “It’s cooler inside… and I have mango juice?”

And a proper drinking glass.

His feathers ruffle and he smiles. “Yes, I will.”

Instead of reaching for the plastic bowl, he gingerly takes hold of your hand. If you trust him, he trusts you. Your cheeks flush and you lead him inside.`

If he means you harm, he would have done so ages ago. If the goal was to enslave your mind, he could have easily done it after thanking him for helping you plant seeds.

And there was also the fact that he thanked you. And he had done so casually and easily.

Besides, it’s difficult to imagine him as the monster everyone paints his kind to be when his eyes are closed, gleefully sitting in front of the air conditioning, the cool air blasting a relieving reprieve from the punishing heatwave. In his hands, an empty glass of mango juice, and it seemed that he had no intent of letting go.

“Would you like some more?” His eyes lit open.

“May I?”

“Yeah of course.”

You refill his glass quietly and you feel his gaze bear down on you.

“May I come back again tomorrow?”

“Don’t you every morning?”

“...as this?”

He trusts you to show you his current form again.

“As long as you help me plant my sunflower seeds first.”

He beams and nod furiously.

You laugh. “Then I better make some biscuit too then.”

Plants are fine company but he’s not too bad either. And maybe, he’s even better.

One for sorrow, two for joy...

#fae boyfriend #fae x human #fae #monster boyfriend #exophilia #monster x human #monster x reader #fae x reader

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sirjustice252-blog · 4 years

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How some machines made another way

The govt can create such in the link below to facilitae the burial of her tax payers who cant afford nice burial as each employ is deducted like 1% to cater 4 the above.

https://www.google.com/search?client=opera&q=benovelent+fund&sourceid=opera&ie=UTF-8&oe=UTF-8

The dodo vegetable seeds can also be hurled to produce machines like generator when their cut photos placed like in sewer water, dough, chaff or crop remains after harvesting. Dodo leaves as well when placed in the above make even buses when saliva or feces hurled unto the offering, lets say big vehicles like lorries or trucks mostly and even generators as well as some few small vehicles. Just try many group of people who can do so, until u make a machine using that process and u okay it as look forward to making another that have refused to do using other methods of the boom described in tumblr a/c sirjustice199. As explained in the link below as Jeremiah 9 guided me- the govt will be on his should as the same veg in Africa is carried to be sold dude, some times take things literally as kids and u find answer without thinking big- Christ with little kids/children to bring us home

https://www.google.com/search?source=univ&tbm=isch&q=images+of+dodo+vegetable&client=opera&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwjwipKArYvqAhUVDWMBHVnlClIQsAR6BAgKEAE&biw=984&bih=658#imgrc=u9BBzq2-fWoryM

Dude many types of vehicles as buses shape are heads of people as u see them when alive resembling those vehicles u think. We they die after long their graves exhumed and the head cut and place in the named above awaiting the boom process and even with jets and air-planes.

Deep fried Nile perch esp though other fishes types can do as well are placed in the above to make like stereo systems and many electronics like home and office appliances in the boom process.

Pepsi cola made like coca cola but they have added neem leaves unto it, to make it more strong in its effects that makes people buy it as wild sunflower leaves much mixed with few neem leaves like in the ration of 3:1 made in the boom process as inserted in water then either u spit saliva, urinate or hurl the mixture with seldom apple seed. Try with unripe or ripe 1 to get which 1 works dude cause 1 may fall to call me a liar early.

When u spray ya be with water as ya bedding to the like ya perfume on the armpit amount shortly b4 u sleep, it makes ya sleep tight, if u never know. Apply that gimmick homey, don’t underestimate the power of the 1 mind as respect every1 equally cause they may got what u lack and of utility today, tomorrow and forever dude as in the down link

https://www.google.com/search?source=univ&tbm=isch&q=water+spray+bottles&client=opera&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwjgiO6HsovqAhVqD2MBHTXaDj0QsAR6BAgHEAE&biw=984&bih=658

My people i did not know that Robinson or Minaj might succumb to my love as i sent her my text and with empty hand, 1 approached me as i located her house to shovel snow in her compound that they have accepted. friends i did not know i could win their hearts as i was just joking wanting to leave it knowing it will not head anywhere. So guys am getting myself together, tomorrow i will start committing sin in Swahili “Wasee nita-anza kufanya dhambi next week na hawo”. What u despise super women love as they see ya bad past as away to treat low class people with respect not those who behave nice ever who don’t know the ripple effects of the bad character as those who have passed the same so can control the same more than people who have not passed into such when they fall, looks at u with tongue-tied eyes which many a women hates to see. No ability to solve conflicts amicably, what we are looking up-to dude if u did not know, 4 ya information, Malachi 4 to bring us all home or pump sense into our minds to stop judging people early giving them names. Hawo madem wanaanza official kuchesha na bulungu, yaani kuipatiya hapiness as bliss au fulaha tele, mchungu mzima.

Why war as in the link below cause all ya dubious dirty ways to illicit wealth blocked, Guys lets think twice and pro-act as explained above.

https://ednews.net/en/news/world/432260-s-400-and-s-500-systems-will-be-able-to-shoot-down-us-hypersonic-missiles?fbclid=IwAR0F5NhIQBxYNqXXiu3uJQRC4VXfBcvJr0L40VssRAbcCWy8Ym4PHq2SkcA#.Xum6mUfDFbg.facebook

China made speaker link below

https://feiyangelectronic.en.made-in-china.com

Yellow hurled potato gives thick/fat gadgets/machines while white give sleek, so the choice yours. Most big stereos are made using kunde placed in dough, sewer water or chaff were the boom process done with spitting thick saliva many people while good xmas lights using in local dialect called osuga seeds while you hurl them with cold sewer water and boom ya xmas lights dude.

The dredger mentioned below used to dig holes across the earth crust from below can be made to dig from up above to below where the overlapping shaft at the end age has grills that another made like applying on the body oil can or stainless steal water bottle looks likes but thins towards the hind part and as well can miss the above grills but has like the tank small opening section to reach inside like with battery replacement and repair and so forth and so on where the above is WI-FI controlled as in the links below, Drum major instinct to guide us bro

http://www.china-bottles.com/metal-bottle/stainless-steel-water-bottle/vacuum-insulated-car-tumbler-cup-with-spill.html

https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn%3AANd9GcQrk5dITMESivk1tKiPrS4GP0hHRvAy_Bg_3eKq6s3nrUgdxvJM&usqp=CAU

https://dir.indiamart.com/impcat/oil-drums.html

The long tall phone boosters should be removed as pay-Tv and internet lacks such but got the same technology, these boosters returns peoples information to the enemy which is Russia as when their is anything tall within the estate than in the CBD inculcates a bad spirit of disrespect among teens to the aged as people tend to fear tall people out of nothing as it cans the tall people pride themselves out of the above long booster spirit just within the estate as u don’t go down town to locate 1 but just within. In developed world such boosters aint around so the respect if u did not know dude. Go slow let the white man tell u this cause they had innovation from onset. But mostly considered, if u love tall women or men, kinda, u love kids, short people Korea, big biceps people, kid haters,fat people like west Africa and so forth and so on. The booster got a spirits that moves along the roads at night, no kidding dude, Siriasi bro. False images as they control the world as boosters do to ICT.

Low speed gear is stronger than high speed of equal price, so if place on a truck can carry much good than the later but u can buy 1 high speed gear then connect to the shaft that the motor of the low speed gear rotates to carry much load if u did not have much money to buy the big gear like 4 a bus or a truck and save big dude, Got to know this homey. As in the below link bro

https://www.alibaba.com/product-detail/china-low-speed-high-torque-hydraulic_60194320604.html

https://www.alibaba.com/product-detail/high-speed-gear-reducer-gearbox-reducer_60207918001.html

Ecclesiastic 4, okwaju seed when soaked the lake water goes down as the lands that hold the water expands towards to reduce the water line b4 it can burst to get to like nearby cities along the line of weakness like Lake Victoria with Kakamega city and many cities along the great lakes of USA like Chicago. Koch chwa, worker and vineyard parable, mfalme wa yawhodi or lost coin parable to remind us of Christ sayings dude.

No miracle can happen that u do this and that with excuse that u wanted God to speak or send his prophets again to warn us now that we got ict to store such 4 future generation will not happen as u got the same along time but delude those u colonized u did not have such. No land can be created or new climatic conditions, beauty is every nation has learnt how to make machines so, will save that money they used to buy the same as much with some artificial foods. The gimmick is to reduce population to meet ya GDP if your nation got large population u cant feed after along period of time like 10-20 years like by half where their are laws baring women to give birth no unless they are 30 years but with 1 or 2 kids not as previous as u wanted. And the above machine bought on credit not on cash as long ago stressing many a citizens giving them pressure not able to enjoy their lives. Even salvation cant do the above, u want as u have known it aint God making the machines but the devil making our lives livable period dude. Nations championing high populations to other nations to sell their machines will be caught off-guard when those nations have learnt the above stopping the above hidden gimmicks once and 4 good 4 the better.

Certain young man helped the city but his knowledge/wisdom no-longer heeded, Henepin county, MN- heaven on earth dude. Yath, dawa, medication, Manhattan, German with Samson, ther, cow with Jesus, Rabat with Moses, how to make hidden treasure triggering migration and like SA economy, Butler county, tea made in boom process, Norway with artificial made natural gas, Wichita with weed parable, devil, u got condom why give birth to kids u cant father to disturb others with during judgement that guided me dude. Malachi 4 pitch darkness with dubious drone business in lake, sea or Mt areas. Britain print money, Kansas was Egypt along time, boxer, reason why Whites hate roots of david as he guided people in his saying rather a blessing in disguise to get him off fire in hell where the white man changed the same a man after my own heart so many hurl stones on people to be another said above as God talk to them personally to be acquitted out of fire 4 hurling people with stones hurting them even if they did not repent.

2goinvoice money are plane fall money and with the security measure placed above such atrophies, 1 reason 4 its removal if u did not know not and sunk ships as well while bulish or binomo and more are money from pockets of arrested 4 life in prisons or hard drug money from the pockets of arrested to be taken in jail or shot.

Arnold Schwarzenegger slept with house wife? 1 tells me the same but its beautiful and locate 1 if u got the extension of this syndrome, where people have an eye on ya maybe after what u have done good or future hope with u. If u sleep with such your picture get off people, so they live u all alone and many people wonder, he was a man of the people who attracted many to him but has been left free noways, reason being the above as many advised to do the same. Some good, Mr white has tought people to be like bad b4 they start giving ya names. Get lost off peoples mind or memory dude. Mathew 5 to bring us home, reason why David slept with Uriah’s wife if u did not know.

Since the innovation of Nyamau, now they don’t give a damn but still sit around wanting to now if people of not all that tall height loves them as well as those younger in age to them as their minds have been changed as the grown ups they love knows nothing as far as invention is corned that has now settled their minds to liberty so wants the not short people but in pretense. Life aint about maturity but how to be self-sufficient and the 1 who can give a woman that takes the day and 1 who is fast at defending such wealth and their well-being as security with Military. Nyamau now sets as free to love the age who are ladden in pure jealousy as they have investigated who insists on natural plantations to set them free after being marketed which with the boom process aint the case, cause with 1 buying of such foods can take ya even 4 centuries without buy again from the producing nation as with tea, coffee or cocoa as u set a side some KG to make tomorrow in the boom process, again and again making such producing nations poor out of no knew purchase of such cash-crops. So dude think twice with the aged in power as they don’t think big.

Pepsi cola or coca cola home of Origin link below

https://www.google.com/search?client=opera&q=pepsi+from+which+country&sourceid=opera&ie=UTF-8&oe=UTF-8

https://www.google.com/search?client=opera&hs=tYW&ei=YwbrXqLDLIyVkgWJoZeQDw&q=coca+cola+from+which+country&oq=coca+cola+from+which+country&gs_lcp=CgZwc3ktYWIQA1AAWABgmWgAcAB4AIAB3QOIAbQGkgEFMy0xLjGYAQCgAQGqAQdnd3Mtd2l6&sclient=psy-ab&ved=0ahUKEwjigP2R24rqAhWMiqQKHYnQBfIQ4dUDCAs&uact=5

It will not be over as u think, until Mr Hindu stops that he knows much or gets to his own nation is when me, KEVINELSON, will say its over and to be well with us rather such later speeches are senseless and of no magnitude but of hunger dude, Got me bro. Cause it crystal clear now they are looking 4 places to eat with their kids in turmoil with those they hope would succumb to their demands.

U can even hurl with kale or spinach esp 4 oil products, kerosene, liquid detergents, petroleum and chemical products like thinners etc Just giving it a try dude.

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Algae

Algae, the green menace, the bane of pools, ponds, and aquariums!

And apparently Chinese beaches...

Today I’ll take about what causes it, what kinds there are and how to take care of it!

I’d be impressed to meet someone who doesn’t know what algae is, it’s a rather ubiquitous plant found all around the world, in virtually every waterway and will happily set up shop in untreated pools, ponds regardless of size and aquariums.

What is Algae?

Algae are basically a plant but... very different from the plants you’re familiar with. They lack a majority of the features we’re used to seeing in plants, no stems, no roots, just a very basic structure. Some are unicellular (Single cell organism, like Chlorella) and some are multicellular (Multi-cellular organism, like giant kelp).

The most common kinds of algae you find in aquariums are: Black Beard Algae, Blanket Weed, Blue-Green Algae (Not actually an algae but a cyanobacteria), Brown Algae, Fuzz Algae, Green Aquarium Water Algae (monocular so it reproduces insanely fast), Green Dust Algae, Green Spot Algae, Hair/Thread Algae, Oedogonium Algae, Rhizoclonium Algae, Spirogyra, Staghorn Algae.

The best way to figure out which you have is to enter in some descriptive words about what your algae look like and you should get the right answers right away. This is just a quick post so I won't be going into too much detail about the individual types of algae and how to treat each of them.

What Causes Algae?

Bright light, especially full-spectrum light, and live plants are all the most common causes of algae in your aquarium. Algae hitch a ride on the plants and if it finds the conditions favorable enough it’ll happily take up residence. So having non-planted tank should help you avoid a lot of these if it’s a hassle you rather not deal with. But don’t feel bad if you end up with an algae bloom in your tank, it’s just one of those things that are going to happen.

Generally falling back on water changes, not keeping on top of your tanks parameters (especially nitrate/nitrite levels) and not cleaning off the walls of the tank or scrubbing off decorations periodically. When cleaning decorations you can boil them if wood, or just use a toothbrush on the non-wood decor, but make sure to drop it in your tank change water that’s being dechlorinated so you don’t add too much chlorine into your tank and disrupt the benefitial bacteria. Overfeeding can also cause a bloom.

So don’t fall back on your water chances and keep an eye on the water conditions regularly! If you get a really bad bloom chances are something has gone wrong in your tank.

How to Deal With Algae?

Getting ahead of the problem is one of the better ways of dealing with algae. After your tank is established (about a month if it isn’t planted) I would recommend getting some algae eating critters. If you have a small tank you can get snails, such as: nerite snails, algae eaters (A variety of fish that enjoy eating algae) and amano shrimp. If you have a bigger tank you have a bigger variety of options, nerite snails, apple snails, mystery snails, Bristlenose catfish (also called Bristlenose plecos) these guys get up to 4-5 inches long so keep that in mind when buying them and make certain your tank is big enough to house them at adult size, Otocinclus catfish (these are super cute, very peaceful and work best in an established planted tank, they get about 2 inches), Rosy Barbs,(WARNING these guys get up to six inches! Only for big tanks!), Mollies (get between 2.5 and 3 inches so good for smaller tanks), and American Flagfish (These stay under 3 inches). Some neocaridina shrimp help as well!

UV sterilizes are also help but they’re on the pricer side, if you have a friend with one that is probably a good way to go. You could also darken your tank (no lights, shade the window) and not feed your fish over the weekend, which shouldn’t harm them.

I personally prefer to deal with it naturally but there are chemicals you can use, such as Tetra Algae Control, API Algaefix. Make sure to read the instructions very carefully and follow them to the letter.

Summation

Keep on top of your water paramaters, don’t skip water chances, avoid over feeding and keep algae eaters in your tank and hopefully you wont have too much of an issue!

#algae #freshwater aquariums #fish #fishblr #aquarium keeping #aquarium tips

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( ella purnell + 18 + muse 05 ) isn’t that maribel sawyer over there? i heard SHE joined faction one after they got back to west ham. it’s funny, ‘cause they were only on the service trip to do something kind. hopefully they fit in there – they’re TENDERHEARTED, but also BIDDABLE. oh, i’m sure they’ll be fine. ( james, she/they, 20, EST )

hello it’s me again !! i have really bad uuuhhhh self control so i brought in this sweetie !!

TW: PAST EATING DISORDER (MENTIONS ONLY), MENTAL HEALTH ISSUES.

a e s t h e t i c s

handwritten letters and ink-stained hands, vintage magnifying glasses and worn oxfords, knee-high socks and scraped knees, ribbons in hair and turtlenecks underneath dresses, dried flowers and locked up diaries, suede skirts and oversized cardigans, hot tea and cold coffee, flinching at loud noises, loud voices, record scratches and stumbles, stuttering words and beet-red faces, bitten nails and awkward stances, blankets laid out in the sun and the smell of newspapers.

general info !!

full name: maribel ottoline sawyer

nickname(s): mari, bell, lottie b/c middle name, etc. etc. just sawyer sometimes idk

b.o.d. - june 1st, 18 yrs old

label(s): the marionette, the demure, the obsequious, the allegiant, etc.

height: like 5′3″

hometown: duluth, minnesota

sexuality: ??? ??? ?????

stats TBD but her pinterest is HERE !

biography !!

born the middle child to a man in the air force and a woman whose passions laid among writing diet cookbooks and recording cooking DVDs, maribel was never anything extraordinary.

after all, her elder sister had a voice made for broadway, and her younger brother was writing sonnets before he’d hit middle school. and maribel was just maribel, another girl with middle child syndrome

her household was typical, conservative all-american, strict no matter where they moved. curfew before 9pm and family dinner every sunday, mandatory; better not miss out on those vegetables or you’ll be sitting there for hours. grounded for grades below their expected. the usual.

there wasn’t anything particularly interesting in her life for the longest time. she was just another shy girl who moved to school to school, quiet and seated in the very back of class, as if that’d allow her the coverage to remain unseen.

she couldn’t color in the lines, or follow the lines, or draw a straight line, the kind of gal who opened her mouth at the wrong time, whose voice got washed away by another’s interrupting. she got picked on at most schools, due to her size and her stumbling words, and she’d let it happen for the most part. always the wannabe, trying to be who she wasn’t.

it hadn’t helped that her mother was some sort of ... health food guru, a woman obsessed with image and the epitome of health - her practices were often forced upon maribel, especially, beginning in a long, difficult relationship with food.

by the time she was a freshmen in high school, her parents had divorced and, for a brief moment, mari thought she could finally settle down somewhere and become a normal teenager. this was until, of course, her mother enrolled her in a boarding school in nevada.

with her sister graduated and her brother still in middle school, mari was left alone in a strange school; the only constant being the cliques that surrounded herself and the money they waved around, as if it were nothing.

the only time she was ever really approached was because of her knack with forgery, a talent picked up after hours of mimicking others’ handwriting, an attempt to change every single part of her into someone likable.

often stayed in the computer labs during lunch and free periods, firstly because she’d never been allowed to have a computer at home (rots yr brain!) and secondly because she’d gotten into programming, and it was something she could actually ... see herself doing, potentially.

was alone in this until her sophomore year, when the next new kid found their way into the computer lab; the loser zone, the land of outcasts. this individual, despite their quirks and oddities, became maribel’s first genuine friend. they were a little too into conspiracies and mysteries, but that was alright.

soon enough, it started to rub off onto maribel, as well, who’d always been observant but not the kind of gal to put it to use. they became a tiny pair of investigators, p.i.’s without the certification, investigating petty school drama that was usually written on the inside of a bathroom stall.

essentially a less impressive nancy drew / scooby doo gang / veronica mars duo.

surprisingly ! beginning junior year, maribel got involved with the weed and underaged drinking and whatnot b/c her like, very best friend was doing it and she wanted to be...impressive, i guess?

so then they became stoner detectives. about halfway thru their junior year is when things got uuhh ... complicated.

one night they were just, y’know, getting high and other typical teenager things. and then someone started talking about aliens, and then area 51, and then they both became increasingly aware that they were living in nevada and Not Too Far from the airbase.

long story short, they attempted to break into area 51. they got caught, got charged with trespassing and had to be bailed out of county jail, maribel’s dad almost lost his job, and her best friend disappeared without a trace almost immediately afterwards. spooky shit !

this is when her mother packed up and moved them to west ham, kansas ! it was for a ~fresh start~ but really was just a way to keep her eye on maribel.

i mean, god, for the rest of her junior year maribel was miserable. she was a student at west ham high but like ... god, she hardly spoke to anyone. drug tested every week, essentially on some sort of form of house arrest.

wasn’t really allowed to get a job during this either ! so she made money by anonymously creating and selling fake I.D.’s b/c like ... yolo, y’know? why not?

her mental health deteriorated during this and by the summer before her senior year she was getting help for an eating disorder. she was essentially gone the entire summer, but like ... doubt anybody noticed tbh !

by the time senior year rolled around, maribel was in a better place and was like ... determined not to fall into a bad headspace again. her anxiety’s still pretty strong but ! she’s trying !

uuh started working for the school newspaper as a help column under a fake name b/c ! this was her way of branching out and getting to know students w/o actually doing it lmao.

took a few of her classes online so she could leave school earlier, just b/c it was a major source of anxiety for her and like ... she couldn’t eat alone in the bathroom again. her mom was a little less ... restrictive, so maribel got a job.

or well ... she got a lot of jobs. maribel, being maribel, can hardly keep a job b/c she usually ends up fucking up real badly in an almost comical manner and getting fired.

on the otherhand, she had earned herself a partial scholarship and was debating over majoring in computer science or investigative journalism (her parents were very disapproving of her doing computer science, however, so she was likely to be forced into journalism) ... until the trip.

she went as a simple act of kindness, y’know, to give back to the community that she hardly knew.

and now here we are !! joining faction one b/c she knows of everybody there and they’re all her age and like ... she can’t be on her own or she’d actually die lmao so !

personality !!

god ... she’s awkward. like just, straight up awkward. she’s real bad at talking to others.

always tripping and stumbling over her words, and occasionally her own two feet. she’s constantly jittery and just like ... fidgety b/c she’s usually nervous. touch her hand. it’s shaking. why? she doesn’t know !

however maribel is like ... very very very nice. tries really hard to be kind to everybody and tries really hard 2 be a good pal to whoever makes their way into her life.

sorta kinda like ... adjusts her personality 2 match whoever she’s talking to b/c she wants to be likable. oh, you smoke marlboros? me too ! proceeds to cough a lung after inhaling one (1) cigarette. that sort of shit.

used to smoke a lot of weed but ! didn’t really do it that much in recent months. might increase now that her mom isn’t around but you never know. uuhh the rare times that she does drink it’s like ... a complete flip in her personality. becomes ms. extrovert, a flirt of flirts. but that’s very rare.

very hesitant with befriending people even tho she ! desperately wants friends ! she’s just a little untrusting ... a little worrisome ... believes she’s cursed to be a friendless loser for the rest of her life. so she’s definitely like .. a try hard too.

i mean like i don’t think ‘no’ is in her vocabulary ! she’ll do anything if u ask and like .. sound like u really want it. really just is seeking approval whenever possible.

squeaks like a mouse :/

rambles ! when she’s nervous ! and apologizes a lot.

she’s just like ... insecure and doesn’t expect anybody 2 remember her from anything jskdfg

easily bends to other’s will, easily manipulative / easy 2 step on / etc. etc.

she does smile and like ... laughs a lot tho ! b/c she tries rly hard to come off as like happy and optimistic and like ... not having deep-rooted issues with herself.

she’s a good kid, just a lil plain jane. can’t talk for shit but has given good written advice b4. is good w/ math n numbers but not much anything else.

she is really observant !! doesn’t rly use it to her advantage tho :/ she just makes mental notes ... writes shit in her diary b/c she 100% keeps n writes in her diary daily.

sort of lies abt herself too ! like it’s nothing serious but like ... she doesn’t rly want others to know how lame she is sdifkg

can be ... ditzy , lacking common sense, a little naive ... just wants everything to be okay :(

loves vintage stuff ! owns p much only vintage stuff ! also listens 2 like ... records exclusively like the dork she is. like soft indie pop and other shit.

has probably cried 2 mitski but like ... who hasn’t :/

literally only turned 18 like ... a few days ago ... she’s baby ...

wanted connections !!

god okay ... so like obv i would like some friends for her ... varying degrees of closeness.

idk somebody she has crushed on before / is crushing on currently .. but like, from afar, like she’d never talk to them but she can look !! and dream !! and write their names together in her diary

somebody use her b/c she’s so naive n like ... usable. idk what for but ! anything ! get her to steal shit ! get her to wreck shit or to lie for you or whatever !

like ... fake friends ... ppl who’ll throw her away once her purpose is done

alternately !! something pure n wholesome.

ALTERNATELY srsly though. wreck her shit. convince her you care for her n then betray her !!

conspiracy pals ... for the rare times she gets high ...

someone she flirted with once while drunk at like a party and now she’s embarrassed and avoids them :/

an ex-tutor b/c ... don’t think school’s in session anymore ...

ppl who genuinely want the best for her and like ... care for her as a living person.

someone who just cant stand ! that she’s so weak minded and malleable ! and rather than use her they just ... clash with her. cause arguments even tho maribel doesn’t rly... do that.

like someone just yell at her sdikfg

someone has to get her out of a sticky situation and they’re like ... Annoyed. might not wanna admit it but ! and she just feels bad

ppl who she’s definitely given a fake I.D. to

ppl who literally forgot she existed dkfmghg

someone for her to follow around like a lil puppy and sidekick !! b/c she doesn’t have a single independent thought !! someone she’s just rly trying to impress

someone found her diary and oh no ! it’s embarrassing !

c o r r u p t h e r. idk how ! seduce her ! make her look at the world differently ! ruin her ! DESTROY HER !

literally ... anything ...pleathe ... i’ll give u a penny.

#apogeeintro #ed tw #mental health tw

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WCW Bash at the Beach 2000

Date: July 9, 2000.

Location: Ocean Center in Daytona Beach, Florida.

Attendance: 6,572

Commentary: Tony Schiavone, Mark Madden, and Scott Hudson.

Results:

1. WCW Cruiserweight Championship Match: Lieutenant Loco (champion) defeated Juventud Guerrera.

2. WCW Hardcore Championship Match: Big Vito (champion) defeated Norman Smiley and Ralphus.

3. Wedding Gown Match: Daffney (with Crowbar) defeated Miss Hancock (with David Flair).

4. WCW Tag Team Championship Match: KroniK (Brian Adams and Bryan Clark) defeated The Perfect Event (Seas Stasiak and Chuck Palumbo) (champions) to win the titles.

5. Chris Kanyon defeated Booker T.

6. WCW United States Championship Match: Mike Awesome defeated Scott Steiner (champion) (with Midajah) via disqualification.

7. Shane Douglas defeated Buff Bagwell.

8. WCW World Heavyweight Championship Match: Hollywood Hogan defeated Jeff Jarrett (champion) to “win” the title.

9. Goldberg defeated Kevin Nash.

10. WCW World Heavyweight Championship Match: Booker T defeated Jeff Jarrett (champion) to win the title.

My Review

Oh, man, where to begin with Bash at the Beach 2000? Certainly one of the more noteworthy shows of the Russo-penned, dying days of WCW, although obviously not for the right reasons. The company is just a complete mess at this point. They’re losing millions of dollars, title changes and storylines are impossible to keep up with, and worst of all, they’re trying way too hard to be edgy like the much more successful WWF. This is the same pay-per-view event where, a mere four years previous, WCW made the ultimate power move by turning Hulk Hogan heel and cemented themselves as the number-one promotion in America. Now they’re circling the drain and trying everything to paddle themselves upstream. A prime example how things can unravel in such a relatively short period of time.

The show is infamous for its worked shoot involving Vince Russo and Hulk Hogan, which becomes a legit shoot and drove the latter out of the company for good. It’s something I wouldn’t even bother explaining to a person who doesn’t watch wrestling and, to be honest, it’s a bit difficult for me to wrap my head around it too. In the shortest way I can sum it up, Russo cuts a worked promo on Hogan. It crosses the line when Russo goes off the script and personally insults Hogan, whose ego is famously more fragile than freshly laid eggs. Hogan gets pissed, leaves WCW, and files a lawsuit. Oh, yeah, and it’s all fucking embarrassing to watch. For all of Russo’s bonkers and distasteful storylines, his worked shoot stuff is by far his worst. Such a blatant, transparent attempt at generating Montreal-like controversy and it’s fooling absolutely no one. Just watching everyone else, from the wrestlers to the commentary team, play along with the bullshit is a huge amount of cringe.

When this show isn’t going completely off the rails, it’s dreadfully boring, which is kinda weird to say. It’s not like there isn’t a lot going on. In fact, there’s a ton going on here. Unfortunately, the majority of the storylines are twisted into oblivion to the point where it’s hard to care about any of them. I’m already struggling to remember a Scott Steiner heel turn on this show that happens for, um, reasons?!? WWF storylines could get hella twisty around this time, but they didn’t lose sight of developing characters you could invest yourself in. WCW has all the twists, but they forget the characters. They’re also ensconced in the New Blood vs. Millionaires Club storyline, which is booked ass backwards. Pitting rookies against veterans isn’t a bad idea at all, but we’re really supposed to buy the Nash’s and Hogan’s of the world as the babyfaces despite their egos and ridiculous amount of creative control being what drove the company’s decline in the first place.

Tragically lost amidst all of this stuff is the rise of Booker T, one of the bright spots of late WCW. It’s great watching him over the course of his WCW run, transforming from an anonymous half of a tag team to the super charismatic dude we know him as today. I guess that’s what makes it so unsavory that all of the embarrassing Hogan nonsense really puts a damper on his coronation here. Everyone involved tries hard to make it a special moment, and his match with Jarrett is quite good, but it all feels a little off. Thanks to the booking, the match is announced out of nowhere, right after the audience is essentially screwed out of the main event title match they paid to see in Hogan vs. Jarrett. They could’ve had something a lot more special on their hands if they invested more time Booker’s chase of the title, but then such a thing would be asking a lot from WCW at this stage.

Nonetheless, Booker’s victory is touted by the commentary team as the culmination of hard work and perseverance. That’s the truth, but it’s also a sad truth: there were a ton of hard-working people in WCW until the bitter end. For all the corporate hands involved in the company who largely didn’t care for wrestling, there were a bunch of people from the roster to the backstage employees who gave a damn and tried to put on the best show they could. When the company finally went belly up, most of these hard-working folks had little to show for it. Due to all of Russo’s machinations, it’s easy to paint late WCW as a soulless, barren wasteland of ineptitude and low morale, but there was a heart beating somewhere in there that was determined to keep the ship afloat.

My Random Notes

Adding onto the depression, the buyrate for Bash at the Beach 1998 just two years earlier was a 1.5, the second highest in WCW history, and the buyrate for this show was a paltry 0.22, which still somehow makes it one of the most bought WCW pay-per-views of the year 2000.

Misfits in Action and The Filthy Animals have been feuding for months, apparently over which stable is more embarrassing. I’m gonna go with MIA. They’re so representative of Russo’s sense of humor. HAHA THERE’S A GUY NAMED PRIVATE STASH. YOU KNOW LIKE THE WEED HAHAHA *stabs self in the eye with a screwdriver*

This show reminds me of Mark Madden’s existence and now I’m depressed. It’s already one thing to borrow Jerry Lawler’s whole obnoxious perv schtick, but a whole other fucking thing to somehow be even less likable than Lawler in that role.

My favorite part of the show is definitely the Graveyard Match, which is the sort of late WCW content I can appreciate. Vampiro jumping off a tree! Fights in a pond! This is my kind of shit. How far was that graveyard from the arena, by the way? And how are we supposed to believe Vampiro found his way back? This is pre-Uber times and I’m curious.

God, the poster for this show is frickin’ ugly. Why is there an action figure of Randy Anderson just hanging out there?

I could say many things about the Wedding Gown match, but I’ll leave it at feeling bad for the people who put all the effort into that wedding cake just to have it destroyed. No justice for the people who bake goods for wrestling segments.

One of this show’s most unforgivable qualities is the lack of the amazing Bash at the Beach entrance set, sandbox and all. I’m not sure what lead to the finer things in WCW’s presentation disappearing but at this point you could watch Bash at the Beach and Halloween Havoc and aesthetically feel like you’re watching the same show.

I did a half-assed attempt at researching the current whereabouts of Ralphus. Still haven’t got a clear answer yet. My search led me to r/squaredscircle and I read a range of answers from people saying he died to some random person saying “He lives in Orlando with a heart condition and diabetes. He’s my uncle.” Take that info for what it’s worth.

#wwe network #wcw #goldberg #booker t

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cleverbroadwayurl · 6 years

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The Lady of Shalott (Connor Murphy x SlightlyFem!Reader)

Word Count: 2692

A/N: Me??? Writing Connor Murphy like Chloe Price from Before the Storm??? Yes. Also! I implied a little bit of fem!reader, and I did ask if anyone was against that, and no one said no, so uhhh here it is! I tried to make it not so tough to read but it’s hard to do that when you’re talking about the Victorians who were kinda snooty. Also! This is a real poem! I have a love of it, and the paintings are absolutely stunning! Just do a quick Google search to find them! And uhh if you want to be tagged in all of my work, you need to let me know bc I don’t know about that right now.

Trigger Warnings: Mentions of marital assault, mentions of assault, mentions of Victorian era laws (which are horribly sexist), some dickwad, bad ending, language IF I MISSED ANY PLEASE LET ME KNOW

Connor rubbed his eye with his hand before checking the analog clock once again. 7:28. Fuck first period. With a glance at the board, he was met with the empty white surface. A hint of dread rose within him. Ever since his British Literature teacher said that everyone from the Romantic Era had died by the time the Victorian Era came around, except of course, for Connor’s least favorite poet, he’d been preparing for the worst ever since.

He hadn’t done his homework from the night before. It wasn’t like he wouldn’t normally do it—he typically liked English. His dad on the other hand, he did not like. Connor scoffed at last night’s fading memory, the image of Zoe’s cookie dough ice cream wrapped into his arm, a spoon in the other, while Larry went batshit about “stealing your perfect sister’s ice cream” for the fifth time that month. It wasn’t like he was taking it. He just wanted something sweet at 2 AM instead of sleeping. It wasn’t like he could sleep anyways. He was out of weed anyways. Fuck sleep. Fuck Larry. Fuck Perfect Zoe’s ice cream.

“Alright let’s get started,” Mr. Rand called out, picking up his anthology and flipped through the pages. “The Lady of Shalott. What do we think?”

Wait a minute. Connor had read that poem. Well, not read. No, Connor had enjoyed that poem, which was a first, especially ever since the bastard Wordsworth came into his life. He was silently thanking whoever he could—fate maybe—that it wasn’t that pretentious dick who loved nature so much he thought that “God himself has created Heaven on Earth” or some dumb shit. No, this was a fairytale poem about a badass lady who looked out her window, saw an attractive man, and then was banished to death by a curse that was placed on her years ago. It was like a really dark fairytale. And Connor had a soft spot for the original Brother’s Grimm stories.

And, on the bright side, he wouldn’t have to lock himself in the bathroom for getting so fed up with Wordsworth’s outlook on life (well, that and his classmate’s discussion) and how everything would be perfect if we all just loved nature. Yeah, Connor tried that. It didn’t work even a little bit. If anything, it made things worse for him. Being alone with his thoughts was not a good phenomenon, to say the absolute very least. So a break from the nature-loving freak himself was like walking under a waterfall into a right of passage.

“I think it’s like a fairytale!”

It was going to be one of those discussions. Alright. Fine. Connor took a deep breath and hoped that the conversation would get a little bit more exciting before he would leave and chill in the silence of the bathroom while everything around him remained still. It was the one thing he could control; that he could keep calm. He decided he’d give it another 20 minutes before leaving.

He chose to zone out a little bit, his pencil doodling a little boat, scarves and rags coming out of it. He’d draw the actual Lady of Shalott later. It was now that Connor wished he’d gotten a coffee from literally anywhere to help him stay awake and fight off his usual headache of not sleeping. When he’d been open about his head hurting before, kids started to laugh at him; mock him for being “too hungover to even talk about poetry”. The truth was that he was never actually hung over—extremely hungry, yeah, but that was kind of a given. And that was another thing that the coffee he so desperately craved helped with. He knew it was too late to get it right now, though. His drawing was just only getting started, guidelines still very prominent.

His black nail polish hit the paper, and he stopped for a second, assessing the damage that had been done. He liked it. Yeah, it was a new wave of hurt, it could symbolize the violent calmness of the Lady’s death. Connor made a few more marks, giving the image a real feeling of rage and empathy. He liked it. It was more than pretty. It was telling of what he assumed deaths of this caliber were like.

“Let’s talk about some Victorian history, okay?” The teacher queued up his PowerPoint before walking back to the front of the class, adjusting his blazer just slightly. Why was this teacher so pretentious? He was always way too chipper for this time of day; it was like he’d just swallowed a spoonful of straight caffeine. Connor rolled his eyes before pulling out a pen for the accents of his drawing.

“Now, in the Victorian era, women were typically referred to Angels of the Household. They did practically everything in their power to make the home perfect and ‘just so’ for her husband.

“Another term came along with the Angel of the Household, however. That term was Fallen Angel; or a woman who did not do the chores she was expected to and would also often commit adultery. Now, adultery was a pretty common thing among men, especially since divorce was so unheard of and frankly only for the exceedingly rich. And if the woman committed adultery, the husband and the rest of society would shun her, causing her death or causing her to be exiled. The deaths were a lot more frequent and usually were water based. Women would jump off bridges or purposely drown themselves in some way or another. Given this new information, what can we say about the Lady of Shalott?”

“She got what was coming to her.”

Connor rolled his eyes. He had to restrain throwing his pen at that one kid. He didn’t know names, but knew that that kid was more annoying and ruder than Jared Kleinman. Connor watched as the kid smiled smugly as the teacher tried to continue the conversation with the class, leaving that comment out. While the comment was a joke to the kid, Connor knew that there was truth behind it. He refocused on his drawing.

“I think we should also talk about some laws women had to follow.”

For some reason, Connor thought of his sister. Maybe it was the events from the night before or something. It dawned upon him after a minute or so: Zoe would totally raise her hand like the dumb overachiever she is and state something completely true and wonderful about women today before giving harsh criticism to anyone else who still believed in it. He had to chuckle a little bit. While he was still definitely upset at his sister and often fought with her, sometimes fighting to purposely get a rise out of her, he kind of missed the bond they’d had before. It was weird. Connor dismissed the feeling.

“Women weren’t allowed to file any kind of lawsuit without her husband’s or father’s consent. That includes divorce. And, if they somehow got the money and consent, women couldn’t divorce based on adultery alone like men could.”

Connor turned back to his work once more before he could hear the discussion around that. He didn’t want to hear the discussion around that. If he did, he’d have to leave for the bathroom, and he still had 5 minutes to stick it out before making his final decision to skip or not. So, instead of listening to the cringeworthy conversation, he chose to add medallions to his boat and begin the figure of the Lady of Shalott.

“Good question, Ellie! Women were legally obligated to submit to their husbands. As in, martial assault was completely legal and encouraged. It wouldn’t be many years until that law was changed.”

“Wait! So like assault was legal?”

“No! Not at all, actually! Let me give an example of this.” Connor hoped he wouldn’t be picked. If Mr. Rand used him in an example where he was the bad person, the class would break out into laughter and his entire day would be ruined. He’d have to leave, he’d have to find a new way to cope with this bullshit because his fucking dealer wasn’t getting back to him. Everyone called him a freak now, he couldn’t imagine what it would be like if the teacher called him something like a predator to an entire sex.

“Let’s say Jenna and Erik were married, and Erik assaults Jenna. That’s legal in this time period. But now let’s say Connor and (Y/N) were married—(Y/N) being the feminine figure in this situation” FUCK “They live a very happy marriage, love each other very much, and neither have done anything wrong. But let’s say one day someone forces (Y/N) into a situation they don’t want to be in. That would be illegal because (Y/N) and their assaulter aren’t married. Does that make sense?”

Connor suddenly met your gaze, each of you embarrassed as the other. You quietly eyed your pencil quickly after, a blush ever prominent on your features. You looked up after a solid thirty seconds, refocusing on taking notes on the class’s discussion. Someone else spoke up about you as your eyes met your notebook again, not shifting up this time.

“So if (Y/N) wanted to file a lawsuit, they’d need Connor’s consent?”

This was just getting worse and worse by the minute. Connor counted. He’d been here past the 20 minute mark a while ago. He had 10 minutes left before he could escape. Connor wasn’t going to the bathroom, though. No, he was going home. This was too much for him and his lack of sleep.

“Yes, that’s correct! And I’m sure Connor would gladly give it, as two people in this time period generally love and care for their spouse, even if this time period’s art don’t depict that.”

Connor didn’t need to see your face to know you were beet red. He kept staring at you until he made eye contact again. He shot you a look of sadness. Connor knew what was coming. The kids around you would start calling you a freak, would start making fun of you for this teacher’s dumb move. He had never talked to you, but knew from various things he’d heard around the school that you just kind of kept to yourself and were generally a nice person. You didn’t deserve to be harassed for something that was out of your control. You didn’t—fuck was Connor turning into Zoe?

“Would Connor even do it? Because how does he know that (Y/N) isn’t lying about their acts of adultery?”

Now Connor couldn’t hold it in as he watched your face meet the light and contort into utter horror. You scooted your chair away from this kid, eyes fixated on your desk as you did so. Even from his seat across the room, he could sense your discomfort and your attempts at distracting yourself from the thoughts that oh-so-obviously clouded your mind. He could see how you held your breath. The tighter that your inhale became, the tighter that Connor’s fist and jaw clenched.

“Because unlike you, I actually believe in the people who come forward about a very personal and traumatizing experience, asswipe.”

“Language, Mr. Murphy.”

Connor’s face turned red and slumped into his seat. Although, he had been victorious. You were staring now, pencil not moving as he could see your heavy breaths take over. He relaxed a little bit at that, but not enough to stop crumpling the drawing he’d created at the beginning of class. His eyes shifted from you to that one kid, fight blazing in his heart.

“Connor is right, though,” Mr. Rand continued, “He would believe them because why would you lie about that kind of thing, especially when that’s your spouse? You wouldn’t. Studies have shown that even in today’s society, you can’t even pay people a million dollars to lie about being assaulted. So, why lie? No one does, Mr. Bernstein. You’re just trying to justify your own actions.”

But the kid—Bernstein apparently—smirked at Connor, happy he’d gotten a rise out of him. Bernstein didn’t even listen to the speech that Mr. Rand gave so eloquently and wonderfully, but to be fair, Connor didn’t either. No, instead each of them were staring at each other, one in victory and the other in pure plotting. He knew that he couldn’t get revenge on this dick now, but soon. Yeah, Connor would beat the shit out of him soon.

“Hey, Connor, right?”

Connor didn’t even notice that you’d stepped up to his desk, he had been so involved in making that one kid fucking pay for his actions. His eyes were now meeting your nervous ones, and Connor tried his hardest to seem less intimidating. It probably didn’t help that he’d chosen to wear all black and was staring at Bernstein like he was going to kill him. And a part of him knew that he couldn’t help being intimidating—rumors spread around this school almost better than cholera had in the Victorian age. To you, and everyone else, he was scary and unstable, ready to strike at any moment. He wished it wasn’t like that, especially with someone who was as needlessly as nice as you. And now, he had proof that the rumors were true.

You were making an effort to at least be nice to the poor kid who sometimes can’t keep his feelings in check. Yeah, he has outbursts, he just wished they weren’t as often as they were. And you knew that—or at least, he assumed you knew that. And yet, you were still talking to him, like he were a real person and like everybody else in the entire school didn’t treat him like some zoo animal that they didn’t even pay to see.

“I just wanted to say thank you for like…defending me back there. That kid deserved it.” You smiled nervously, shifting your feet as you stood in front of his desk.

“Yeah. No problem.” He stated, trying to be as not scary as he could be, “Human beings need to be treated with respect, you know? Plus, that one kid calls me a—”

“Hey freak!”

Connor’s hands balled up and his breathing became staggered. He quickly packed up his stuff before walking off, giving you a small nod as he continued on with his day. It was almost like for a moment he’d forgotten he was in this shit school with people who commit fuckery at all hours of the day. He stepped into the bathroom; choosing to at least try to go to second period. But he’d have to be late. Yeah, he needed to calm down from that encounter and he just…he couldn’t take anyone with that shitty sense of humor at the moment.

^^^

Connor rubbed his eye with his hand as he walked into the classroom. 7:28. Fuck first period. With a glance at the board, he was met with the empty white surface. A hint of dread rose within him. Ever since his British Literature teacher said that everyone from the Romantic Era had died by the time the Victorian Era came around, except of course, for Connor’s least favorite poet, he’d been preparing for the worst ever since.

He hadn’t done his homework from the night before. It wasn’t like he wouldn’t normally do it—he typically liked English. But he’d lost the motivation to the night before for some reason. Maybe it was because he could hear Zoe playing guitar and humming along through the wall until about midnight. And by then, he decided he wasn’t going to do it.

Connor looked up and started for his usual spot, but it was oddly surprised to find you in the seat next to his, pulling out your notebook and offering a soft smile to him. He offered one back before sitting in his spot, careful not to accidently bump you or something. He settled, class started, and for some reason, Connor felt like first period British Literature might just be okay.

#Connor Murphy x reader #connor murphy imagine #deh x reader #deh imagine #dear evan hansen x reader #dear evan hansen imagine

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Random, Useless Headcanons | Accepting

i like how i keep labeling this meme as “accepting” when i have…. 260 of these right here.

1: Has he driven a car before? Yes. Should he be allowed to keep driving? No.

2: You know that “I’m washing me and my clothes!” vine? That’s Jane. It’s efficient.

3: If you gave him Cat Food he’d say it’s the best thing he’d ever tasted.

4: Before going to Poland to serve his time, he hired a sex worker. Her touch would be the last non-violent physical contact he would feel for the next 9 or so years.

6: He donates a healthy sum of his paychecks to wild animal and veteran charities.

7: Jane’s ‘friendship’ with Merasmus is the longest relationship he’s ever held.

8: Jane doesn’t believe in the number 8.

9: He doesn’t have any titty mags, but he does have tasteful pin-up for the inside of his locker.

10: He’s an excellent swimmer - but will sometimes forget to hold his breath.

11: Getting Jane to imprint on you like a baby bird is really easy. Be strong, be patriotic, be funny, be determined.

12: He trusts everything he’s told from someone he views as a friend.

13: He’s been on BLU before - it was brief.., a WAR! got started and ended. A few years went by and he was balanced to RED

14: Continuation of 13, it was… very easy to get him to believe he was always on RED team.

15: He loves fighting robots - but nothing compares to the feeling of a neck snapping in his hands.

16: He taught himself how to use every weapon he came across in Poland - it took a few years before he ran into a rocket launcher…. His life was changed from that moment onward.

17: His knowledge of the US military comes from tv and stories from veteran home he was forced to work at through his older years at the orphanage. (Outdated or complete bullshit.)

18: The liveliness of America is just one of the innumerable reasons he loves the country. Even things he hates (like.. war protesters/hippies) have this determination in them that makes him proud.

19: He’ll pick ear wax out of his ear, sniff it, grimace, and happily hold the finger out to somebody near him.

20: He only wants the best for you.

21: Getting him to realize he’s actually ended civilian’s lives is a conversation that would take over an hour. His brain has the wildest, irrationally rational excuses ever. (”Officer Miss Pauling, what I am about to say will SHOCK you; I was framed” will never make me not lose my mind. ilove him)

22: His moral compass is, admittedly, terrible, but he genuinely wants the best for people in the world.

23: Helping people, serving his country, that’s his goal. That all he wants out of life. He’s a cog in the machine of war and he loves it.

24: Consequences don’t exist in Jane’s world.

25: He’s so fucking bisexual. This headcanon is not useless at all.

26: Jane snores like a chainsaw - and will then be absolutely silent for spaces of minutes.

27: He never covers his face when he sneezes.

28: He’s very touchy feely - A way to make up for what he so clearly craves.

29: But god this man wants to be touched.

30: As much as Jane holds back on admitting to weakness, he’s also just a genuinely honest guy so simple prodding usually gets him to spill.

31: Jane has never purposefully manipulated someone in his life.

32: He’s only ever seen one movie. Well, more like registered he always zones out at some point. Sometimes starting the movie in a day dream and zoning back in to catch the ending. The movie he’s fully seen was watched through 3 separate sessions.

33: War films, what he does catch, always make him cry.

34: With everyone he meets; Jane immediately thinks of two things. How to kill them. And what to say when holding their guts into their dying corpse and crying to the sky.

35: He has no idea he’s beautiful.

36: Jane doesn’t have a self-effacing bone in his body.

37: He chews with his mouth open, and speaks with his mouth full. He’ll also snap at someone else to stop talking with their mouth full, it’s disrespectful.

38: Jane had a dream where he beat Communism and thought it was true for a whole year.

39: He’s not dumb on purpose. He has nothing to gain by making people think he’s an idiot, as far as he’s concerned. He acts like himself 24/7

40: Jane invented that song Fifty Nifty United States song that’s song in elementary schools.

41: You know those kiddie leashes? You could put one of those on Jane and he wouldn’t be, like, “Okay.” Try and run off and be like “What contraption is holding me here?!?!?!”

42: The answer to life, the universe, and everything is American Apple Pie

43: i just realized im gonna get to answer a headcanon 69 and got excited. UHH jane likes the color red.

44: Jane likes the color blue.

45: Jane likes the color white.

46: Jane loves all skin colors, anybody can be American.

47: Has he retained any American history? Haha. Ha. No.

48: Jane was taken out of elementary school for bad behavior, lack of attention, and general ruckus.

49: His orphanage never tried to send him back to any schooling.

50: Jane was born July 4th, he doesn’t know that, despite claiming it.

51: He’s not an amnesiac - he’s never had a strong sense for long-term memories.

52: God, he loves bread.

53: And also he loves taking everything Engineer says literally. He’s such a wise American.

54: Jane would absolute trollface and say “Problem?”

55: He would never say a slur.

56: Jane does not use fuck as a curse ever. He’ll say it, but like, to mean, y’know.

57: He’s a follower, don’t tell him that. He’ll get offended.

58: Jane is convinced the President is the most powerful being in the world, and is also granted special powers.

59: Jane is progressive, baybee. He thinks dogs should vote!!

60: UNLESS IT HAS TO DO WITH WAR. Then he’s, like, a total bootlicker.

61: He’ll beat up racists in bars.

62: Jane really came alive during Grey Mann’s first robot attacks - for the second time he felt like he was protecting America and not some Very Important American Gravel.

63: If Jane ever got sentenced to prison, he’d just serve his time.

64: He has Lawyer Powers given to him by magic, and he is not afraid to use them.

65: Besides Scout, he has represented himself, Lt. Bites, and the state of Tennessee in court.

66: He was a bad roommate, he genuinely thought Merasmus was an even worse roommate.

67: Extreme Cold is a surefire way to trigger his PTSD. He doesn’t act all that different verbally, but he becomes entire still. Not even moving to shiver. It’s like he automatically transfers to late stage hypothermia.

68: Jane may have never played baseball, but he’s briefly been on a bowling team.

69: ayyyyy. Jane always returns the favor, if ya know what i mean.

70: I can’t tell you how much he can lift because I know nothing about fitness, but it’s a lot. And it’s impressive.

71: Jane practices unsafe workout routines! It’s a miracle lifting without a spotter hasn’t killed him yet.

72: He makes up for his genuine stupidity with Pure Luck.

73: He’ll kill, he’ll maim, but he won’t assault.

74: Jane’s favorite chocolate is Hershey’s.

75: He’s convinced Milton Hershey, founder of Hershey’s Chocolate, was a President despite him being alive in Jane’s lifetime.

76: Jane isn’t afraid of gay thoughts, never payed attention to period typical homophobia going on around him therefor never got a chance to develop it.

77: Jane would totally be the type of guy to see one of those Fireman Calendars and zone out staring at some dudes pecs and someone asks him if he’s okay and he’s like “I’m ogay.”

78: It’s a miracle, the first time Jane rocket jumped, his legs weren’t blown off. He was injured from the fall, surprised he’d gotten air at all. It was an accident and, while he’d never go to recreate it during his time in Poland, when he’d gotten hooked up to respawn and he saw all the high perches, the trick reoccured to him.

79: He loved Tavish so much

80: He was born in Tennessee, although he grew up in Wisconsin.

81: He’ll make odd little sounds - aborted sentences, thoughts lost to the depths of his brain. You can point them out and he’ll have no idea what you’re talking about.

82: He could have a possum mixed in with his raccoons and think it’s a raccoon.

83: He takes his Ranger Job very seriously. Just as serious as he does all his jobs. (So, you know. Not… very.) He is very enthusiastic at least!

84: He’s not empathetic at all, however energies at Large in a room really affect him. Chances are, if everyone’s in good favor, he’ll be really happy and relaxed - even if previously grumpy.

85: Jane can be really grumpy, that’s when his drill sergeant personality shines through - more often than not, he’s just a good natured loud patriot rolling with the punches of life.

86: He believes in the Judeo-Christian God, but also… believes the president is stronger than God? Sometimes? Depends on the situation. What is blasphemy haha?!?

87: Jane always wanted a puppy - meeting Bites, future Lieutenant, was like a dream come true to him.

88: Plus, he’d always liked raccoons - often responsible for tipping over dumpsters at his orphanage to help the little critters.

89: Jane can and will eat out of the garbage if not stopped.

90: He’s very passionate and strict about what he knows are fact (the issue is, facts can change pretty easily in jane’s head.

91: Good thing he has a helmet because Jane’s puppy-dog eyes are the sort that are clearly un-practiced and unintentional and thus made all the more soul-wrenching.

92: He’s always surprised by doorbells.

93: Jane would never smoke weed of his own volition, but under the influence, everything would make So Much Sense to him.

94: I’m talking the wildest stoner sayings, that always are so structurally sound it’s scary.

95: This man loves cashews.

96: “Mm crunchy things.. good.” - Shared thought by Jane and Lt. Bites.

97: Lt. Bites likes to curl up on Jane’s stomach when he’s sleeping. Jane often wakes up with his face covered in scratches and fur in his mouth. Much like the Soldier, the Lieutenant isn’t quite a sound sleeper.

98: Fuck, like, he loves cashews so much? The texture is amazing.

99: Jane has no illegitimate or legitimate children.

100: Jane loves his team almost as much as he loves America.

101: IF YOU MADE IT THIS FAR scroll back up and read everything, LOSER otherwise… wow………you love soldier. me too……

CONTINUED HERE

#homeofthevan #patriotic answers #patriotic headcanons #100 headcanons so far.......#to be continued tomorrow.........#vanyel is absolutely ridiculous blame them and also love them

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mundvngus · 5 years

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“i pour alcohol into the gaping hole inside my chest. it does not heal. not today. maybe tomorrow.”

MUNDUNGUS FLETCHER is 26 years old and works as a THIEF/DRUG DEALER/ALL ROUND CRIMINAL and is loyal to THE OOTP they were an RAVENCLAW and are a HALFBLOODED. HE look like FRANK DILLANE.

CHARACTER PARALLELS: nick miller ( new girl ), creed bratton ( the office ), doug judy ( b99 ), jason mendoza ( the good place ), chris miles ( skins ), jesper fahey ( six of crows ), scott lang ( marvel ), lillian ( unbreakable kimmy schmidt ). AESTHETIC: scuffed knees, flicking a lighter over and over again, flowery shirts, walking in the middle of the street after midnight, a body covered in bruises and tattoos, naming stray cats, falling asleep on the subway, watching smoke curl against a starless, black nightsky, throwing empty beer bottles against a wall. LINKS: stats. pinboard. character tag. HEADS UP: there’s quite a bit of talk about drugs and stuff in here -- as well as shitty parenting. i trigger warned it before every bullet point tho!

history

ciannán o’donnell was a flighty man, one of many relationships and flings and little loyalty, and so his affair with kiyana fletcher did not last long. when she told him he was pregnant, he moved on to a different woman, and kiyana had her son alone, with her sister on her side. dung was born to a lonely and angry woman, who had fallen for the charms and winks of a crooked criminal who spoke empty promises and lied for a living.

he grew up with his mum – a halfblooded witch and by far his favourite person in the world – in cork, attending muggle school there. he knew who his dad was, but wasn’t quite sure how to feel about —- EVERYONE knew who his dad was, a well known muggle criminal and dealer, a name notorious among the older kids at his school, a father to many. he’s like the robert baratheon of ireland, to be honest, planting bastards on every corner. lol. knowing he was one of his many kids was hard; he’d never met any of them, but he knew they were there, from his mother, from his aunt.

he met his dad for the first time at age seven, and was nothing but impressed. his dad showered him with gifts, his mum watching with a furious look on her face but biting her tongue. that moment was a switch for dung; he felt the need to impress his dad. he stole some sweets from a store on his way home from school a week later, fished some pennies out of the pockets of his classmates a few months later. when he phoned his dad to tell him, his laugh was warm and filled with life.

his relationship with his dad got better as his behaviour got worse. the thrill of stealing, of doing stuff he wasn’t supposed to, lit him not only on fire because ti was exciting, but also because he knew his dad would adore it. his mother’s worried questions and look only drove him to his dad, who liked it when he did bad things, who didn’t try and ground him ( looking back, he knows that that was stupid, but back then he was blindsided, obsessed with the mystery that was his dad ).

abuse tw // his father was abusive. period. he’s a wicked man, who has blood on his hands of people who were in his way, and he doesn’t love anything but winning and money and the high of victory. he manipulated mundungus, pushed him towards bad behaviours, showed him his bad sides when he was disappointed. most of the abuse was mental and verbal, but sometimes it turned physical as well. it’s toxic. mundungus hasn’t allowed himself to admit that to himself yet, though. end of tw //

drugs, smoking, alcohol tw // attending hogwarts was good, at first. it forced him to focus on other stuff, for a while, but his summers and winter breaks forced him back into his old behaviours. his world was split; at hogwarts, he was a loud and lively, but still a pretty good student, while at home he fell deeper and deeper in crossing lines and boundaries. he lit his first cigarette at age ten, drank his first beer at age twelve, smoked his first spliff when he turned fourteen, as a present from his dad. end of tws //

hogwarts also meant friends --- the dick squad was founded here, consisting out of dorcas, doc, daisy and dung himself. these three people meant everything to mundungus, to be honest, let him see the ways people could love each other without conditions or out of obligation. they were chaotic and messy and wrecked havoc on the castle but --- damn it, they’re his family, and he’d die for them.

drugs tw // it was in his later years that these two worlds started overlapping. his dad trusted him with a bit of produce, gave him some weed to sell at hogwarts after his christmas break in his fifth year, and it was a success. ever since, dung became pretty well known for selling a little bit of this and that. a lively spirit, he always did so with a bit of a grin, but he was also pretty fond of the stuff he sold, indulging quite a lot when business was a little slow.

he also stole a lot from rich purebloods, because fuck them

i guess ... this is where the messiness really did ... explode? mundungus liked the taste of drugs. he liked the taste of doing illegal things. he liked the taste of earning money and feeling powerful and he loved it all. he grew more dependent on alcohol and drugs. he wanted to flee, too. the world was a nasty fucking place and he knew that all too well and, fucking hell, don’t blame him for wanting to escape every now and then. end of tw //

he graduated at one point which? is a miracle? i think they just wanted to get rid of him tbh!!! but yeah, dung did Try a little at hogwarts, as he respects the hell out of dumbledore and stuff, but he was still not a good student. after graduation, he kind of joined up with his dad and started doing some illegal stuff in the wizarding world too, because why the hell not? he was good at it.

dung had no plans to join either side of the war, tbh, even though he’ss v much against the de’s cause. he’s a self serving kid!! but then he kind of got in a nasty situation where both alastor and dumbledore got him out of trouble ( that might have sent him to fucking azkaban, what a fucking idiot ) and well, dung might be a shithead, but he felt indebted to them and kind of rolled into the order.

and well --- the order was a newfound family. messy, of course, and full of chaos and distrust, but --- heck, mundungus found a lot of people there that he did end up feeling loyal to. and while that was scary, as mundungus prefers being a lone wolf ( or raccoon ), it was a kind of wonderful, too?

and -- get this -- he was an asset. his ties to the criminal world, with his ability to steal and sneak around like less than a shadow. he was useful, and mundungus fletcher had never been useful in his life before. what a weird feeling that was --- oh boy, but it was good, too. mundungus likes it. he could build on that and improve greatly and he has fucking potential to become a better person. he really wants to, too, because he feels incredibly indebted to alastor and dumbledore akjfsdf.

dont hold your breath, tho, he’s probably not going to improve a lot

mundungus doesn’t technically have a home. his mother’s place is his home, i guess, but he’s not there a lot. he crashes on couches, breaks into muggle homes of people who are on vacation ( always leaving it the way it was, but with a bit of a smell ) or in a squatter’s home, which he thinks is an iconic scene.

drugs tw // besides his work for the order, mundungus does a bit of this and that. he still works for his dad a little, dealing some drugs for him, but he’s mostly focused on making his way through the wizarding world’s underground and making a name for himself there. he sees no reason to try and find another career, finds the things he does now thrilling and exciting and honestly, he doesn’t have much of a way out.

abuse tw // his dad has a hold on him. sure, he can drop his criminal activities in the wizarding world, but when it comes to his dad's business, he’s stuck. his father isn’t going to allow him to walk away – that much should be obvious. he knows too much. and then there’s mundungus’ wish to always please his father, and his father’s endless dissatisfaction. it’s messy and bad and toxic and we all hate mundungus’ dad. end of tws //

addiction tw // what it all boils down to is that mundungus is chaotic. he never stays in one place too long, doesn’t have a consistent job, strays away from commitment and stability. he’s addicted, to drugs, alcohol, cigarettes and adrenaline. he’s self serving, in the end. he’s seeking for validation, deep down, and endlessly scared of all that’s happening around him. he’s alone, dreadfully so, but that’s the way he prefers it. end of tw //

personality & tidbits

mundungus is a lowkey tortured artist. he writes awful poetry and draws a lot and he loves painting if he has time. he’s in love with the beat generation, mostly. he’s very private about this kind of stuff, though. it's his thing, and his alone. some of his tattoos he’s designed himself tho!! and we love and stan!!

his stance in the war is something that’s … pretty unknown, i imagine. mundungus benefits from appearing neutral, has connections in both the pureblood and muggle world. he likes to come across as that shady dude who will do whatever you ask of him for the right price.

can usually be spotted wearing The Coat, a rly expensive, vintage long coat that he once stole of a pureblood. he’s enlarged the pockets with some handy spellwork and pretty much carries everything he owes in there, like his produce and his money and his second pair of shoes and his art supplies and probably some random trash.

is a bit smelly, so give him a shower

most likely to show up at your doorstep at 5am with some flowers and a shit eating grin, saying “can i sleep on yer couch?”

mundungus LOVES animals but doesn’t have any because of his lack of a home. his mother has a dog, though, and he loves that dog. he also feels v connected to stray dogs and cats and can be found petting and feeding them a lot.

hates himself deeply, doesn’t think he’s worth anyone’s time (despite constantly demanding it), has a low opinion of himself. he doesn’t get it if people care about him, to be honest? the only person he can properly accept it of is his mother, but even that’s complicated.

plots!

CUSTOMERS // a simple, easy connection! basically someone who buys drugs (also does like medicinal stuff? but also drugs-drugs) of mundungus or has paid him (good money) to nick something for them. he’s pretty down to do most things as long as it’s for the right price!

PARTY FRIENDS // dung likes getting wasted / high / fucked up and having a good ol’ time with people. sure, he’s done it alone, but he prefers doing it with others. there’s a lot of room for diff options here?

YOU SAVED ME ONCE // ( alcohol tw ) a plot where someone got dung to a hospital when he got alcohol poisoning and basically saved his life?? meaning?? mundungus feels indebted and he hates that but!! he’s gonna pay your char back! he promises!

UNDER PRESSURE // i imagine that dung has some ties to de’s as well bc of his less than legal work so? maybe some death eater could try and put some pressure on him? get him to do some dirty job bc it’d not matter if he died … etc etc

UNDER PRESSURE 2.0 // on the other hand, i bet some order members are like 👀 at dung? this one’d be for order members who’re like … making sure that dung is still loyal and here?? making him feel a bit?? queasy??

ONE NIGHT STANDS // dung isnt rly good at romance but he’s good at no strings attached sex. this’d work in a lot of ways and w a lot of characters so imma keep this p open! dung is bi btw!!

THE ONE THAT GOT AWAY // your average angsty exes plot? mundungus is flighty, and while he does feel feelings for people, he’s not … good with commitment. this’d be a relationship that he broke off bc he got scared or ?? something else??

COUCHES // i need some couches that mundungus can crash on adkjfhsdf he needs a place ... to sleep. he will pay you back with drugs or ... stolen goods? money? something that he didnt acquire lawfully

#maraudrs:intro

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xenuffisenuffx-blog · 6 years

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Brandon Fuller: A warning

Who is Brandon Fuller?

Brandon Fuller is musician in the bay area punk scene and involved in political activism. He has a history of violence, intimidation, verbal abuse, sexual abuse, gas lighting, and general disrespect for women. Per the request of the survivors of his abuse he is now involved in an accountability process and this tumblr exists to make the community aware of what is being is asked of him.

https://www.facebook.com/brandon.fuller.186

https://www.instagram.com/brandamaged/

Why is this coming out now?

The 4 women previously thought their incidents with Brandon to be isolated. As they became aware of each others events and the undeniable patterns in his behavior they decided enough is enough and that there is no space for this behavior in our community.

Our Experiences

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Brandon

We dated for four years. You were one of the first people I met after moving here in 2009 when I was 21 years old and I thought I had met a nice guy.

Being so young when we met I missed all the red flags I can now see so clearly. From the start of that relationship you demonstrated misogynistic, controlling and toxic behaviors. You showed a jealousy towards any close friends especially male friends and even jealous behavior towards my best friend and brother. Right away you demonstrated antagonism towards women and had something negative to say about almost every woman associated in the scene. You often chalked women up to being “drama queen gossips”, referred to women as “sluts”-trying to fuck their way into the scene or “heartless succubi” who just used everyone. You very much only seemed to respect women in their relation to men in the scene and not on their own merit. You very much tried and were successful at keeping me from making connections with women you told me were “bad influences” and I should stay away from. This was especially true regarding your ex girlfriend, and anyone she was close with. You were very successful at poisoning me against her and keeping us at arms length which I now believe was a deliberate act on you part to try to keep her from sharing her past experiences with me.

To this day I lament the friendships that could have been and the years I lost with women I now know to be amazing human beings I didn’t let into my life because of you.

I recall one night early on in our relationship trying to talk to you about this behavior and how I didn’t like your sexist vocabulary and you flew into a rage and yelled and stormed out of my house and only came back later after I was forced to apologize for hurting your feelings. You had no interest in listening to me and had no interest in questioning any of you behaviors or toxic ideology. This tactic of shutting me down when you didn’t want to hear what I had to say using volatile behavior and guilt were to become staples in our relationship.

In the last year of our relationship I was struggling to get a handle on a depression I have dealt with on and off my whole life. I decided to go off of hormonal birth control to try to get a better handle on my emotional and physical health. When we talked about this you had no interest in using condoms and were also uninterested in my other suggestion of being careful and pulling out or sustaining from sex. Low and behold I very quickly found myself pregnant. You automatically put all the blame on me and made me feel like I was entirely responsible-as if I got myself pregnant.

Through my brief pregnancy and ultimate choice to have an abortion you were completely unsupportive. You didn’t help with any cost or go to the multiple appointments I had to do before I could even go In for an abortion. You inferred it was my problem and I had to deal with it alone. Though you often skipped class for trivial things like playing video games and smoking weed, on the day of my abortion school suddenly became a priority and you said you couldn’t make it. I had no one with me all day. You turned something that is a relatively mundane and common occurence in many women lives into a traumatic and scaring experience. You did nothing in the subsequent days and weeks to support me and I felt alone, abandoned and unloved.

After this happened I decided to get an IUD so I wouldn’t have to go through with this again. For those who have had IUDs they know it takes months for you body to adjust to them. During this time sex was very uncomfortable for me and I lost all sex drive. You were very demanding and coercive and I often gave into sex that I didn’t want to have because I felt bullied and you made me feel guilty for not having as high of a sex drive as you. Even though you knew I was disinterested or uncomfortable you would still initiate sex regardless of what I was feeling. There were times when I was in obvious discomfort and you would fuck me anyway never checking in or reacting to my body language or silence. I regard all sex during this time as non consensual and coercive. You would complain that I wasn’t “into it” enough and act like I owed you a performance every time. I can not recall you ever voicing concern over how I was feeling or how my body was healing, it was always about how you felt and what you wanted or weren’t getting.

This came to a head one night after expressing how I was disinterested In having sex and rebuking you several times telling you to get off me and not to touch me. You then stuck your dick in my mouth without my consent and tried to force me to give you oral sex. I pushed you away and said something to the regard of “what are you doing, stop.”

This was something I couldn’t ignore any longer and I broke up with you soon after. Your sense of entitlement to my body was truly staggering and I have been trying to reclaim a sense of ownership over my body and my sexuality ever since. I have learned that I never owed you anything and my body is mine alone. Consent isn’t something given one time and never discussed again. It is something reflected on throughout a sexual relationship and can be redefined and retracted at any point by any party involved.

These are all things no “nice guy” would do. I hope you can reflect on your behavior and chose to do better in the future.

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Brandon,

We first started hanging out over four years ago. My first red flag was that you refused to use condoms, even though I told you multiple times that I did not feel comfortable/did not want to have sex without them. The fact that you kept pressuring me to have sex without them even after I had addressed this with you showed a complete lack of respect for the boundary I had set.

When I ended up pregnant, you first said that you wanted to support my decision to terminate the pregnancy by getting me to/from the appointment and checking in on me in the two week period afterward when I was healing. However, it was difficult to get a hold of you in the week before the appointment in terms of making plans, and I began to doubt that you would follow through on your end of the deal. When I expressed my frustration to you via text a few days before the scheduled procedure, you came over to “talk.” You told me that I wasn’t your girlfriend, that I wasn’t even your friend, so you didn’t want to deal with this “drama” anymore. I was very emotionally distraught after you said those things, so I was completely bewildered and upset when you bent me over to have sex with me. I do not consider this encounter consensual. After this I was in complete denial. I tried to put it out of my mind and act like it hadn’t happened as I went into survival mode trying to arrange a new mode of transportation and support only a few days before the procedure. Then it happened again.

I called you out via text about a week after the abortion to voice my frustrations with your lack of responsibility during the whole thing. A few nights later, you texted me saying you wanted to come over. I thought this meant you had changed your tune and were actually coming over to check on me like you had originally promised to do. After I had let you into my apartment I realized you were just drunk and wanted sex. I didn’t want to have sex because it was too soon after the abortion to do so without a risk of complications. However, I felt scared and pressured because you can be aggressive when you don’t get what you want. I do not consider this encounter consensual either. It was physically painful as I was still healing from the procedure and I did end up with complications that delayed my recovery. Your lack of empathy in that regard was horrifying.

Just because I had consented to you in the past didn’t give you free and open access to my body whenever and however you wanted it. Just because I had consented to have you over to my house did not mean I consented to have sex with you. Just because we ended up continuing our sexual relationship after that doesn’t negate the fact that what happened in these two instances was non consensual sex. This is something you need to take accountability for.

I confided in a friend about the pregnancy, abortion, and your lack of responsibility. (I didn’t describe the non consensual encounters to her, as I was too traumatized to come to terms with what had happened until years later). When you found out I had talked, you threatened me. You told me that I was not to talk about it to anyone else, that I was no longer welcome in the community, and that I was no longer to come around “or else.” I feared the “or else” part meant physical violence against me if I did not comply. This threat worked; I was terrified to go out to any space or event I thought you might be at, and I was scared in my home and neighborhood because you live so close to me. I still am. When I finally got the courage to go out again, you feared the threats you used to keep me quiet and hidden wouldn’t work, so you spread rumors that I was a stalker, that I was mentally unstable, that I had threatened you. That way, if I did talk to anyone about what happened, it would only sound like the gossip of a madwoman thanks to your smear campaign. After this followed years of similar behavior, verbal and mental abuse, gaslighting, etc., which you used to keep me isolated and under your control. Verbal and mental abuse is just that, abuse, and you need to take accountability for that too.

I finally found my voice and stood up to you regarding your behavior in January of this year, and we agreed to meet in person to discuss it. However, I don’t feel like I was able to address all these issues with you due to you immediately beginning to yell and shut me down as soon as you walked in the door. I asked you to leave, and when you wouldn’t I felt threatened, so I started yelling back. You attempted to lie to my face, telling me that we had only slept together a few times, and you tried to isolate me again by telling me you would have me physically removed from shows and events if I made you uncomfortable because you “control your scene.” Needless to say this was a fruitless conversation, and this encounter made it clear to me that you had no intent to address or take accountability for your actions. Your aggravation and aggression during this discussion was traumatizing, so afterwards I went “no contact” with you. In February I sought help from a mental health care professional after suffering from panic attacks and terrible anxiety, and was clinically diagnosed with PTSD from years of dealing with your abuse. I’m currently in counseling to help navigate through it all. I will most likely need years of therapy, and even with all the therapy in the world, my experience with you is a scar that I will carry for the rest of my life. I am one of multiple women who you have traumatized in a similar fashion. I hope this letter clarifies the issues you need to address, Brandon, because this pattern needs to end here.

- Dina

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Brandon

In 2015 when I lived in Oakland with Caitie and Kevin, you spent the night and you and I hooked up a couple of times. The last time this happened we had been drinking and I started to feel sick. I pushed you off of me and rolled over to go to sleep. You got up out of bed walked around to my side of the bed and proceeded to shove your dick in my mouth as I was trying to sleep. I pushed you away from me again, feeling sick and defenseless. After this I blamed myself. Angry at myself for putting myself in a position where I couldn’t defend myself or stop something I didn’t want to happen. I had clearly stopped sexual activity with you and you proceeded anyway. If you couldn’t use one part of my body to climax then you tried to use another. I told My best friend about the incident right after. I shortly after moved to Richmond and quit drinking. Though we ended up in some of the same spaces I rarely saw you and when I did, I didn’t speak to you except maybe a hello. You as well never contacted me again after that incident. I tried to just pretend it didn’t happen and move on but as I found it increasingly more difficult to do so and struggled with it while seeing you around, this friend brought your behavior with Dina to my attention. We commiserated and debated talking to you in person but we were scared of your anger and volatility that we have both witnessed from you in the past with others and us individually. As other incidents with other women came to the surface I feared a fight breaking out at manic which could potentially ruin the show. Jose’s aggressive behavior at the Sunday show made me even more uncomfortable about talking with you in person as well as you slandering me saying I needed counseling. It showed me you did not want to take accountability. I hope this can lay out for you exactly where trust and consent were violated so you can work on this aspect of your behavior in therapy.

-Andy

****************************************************************************************************Brandon’s Statement

“I am aware that I have hurt a number of women. Regardless of when, I am confronted with the undeniable pain I have caused and am recognizing that I need to be accountable for my actions. In some way, shape, or form, during sexual encounters I have crossed these individuals’ personal boundaries and engaged in levels of non-consensual sex. I have made past partners feel emotionally coerced and have also been emotionally neglectful in times of need and verbally abusive in past relationships. This is never acceptable and it is absolutely necessary that I am accountable to anyone I have harmed and to my community. Part of this accountability requires that I take a step back from playing music to allow space and time for people to heal. Through my own initiative as well as community input, all upcoming shows have been cancelled. It is important that I take the time to seriously reflect on my actions and per the request of those harmed I am currently seeking counseling so that I can begin to unravel how my actions can directly contribute to systems of oppression. I must respect the requests of my community as well as recognize that it is my obligation alone to dismantle my own harmful behaviors. If you have any questions you can reach out.”

The Beginning of Mediation

“Brandon was given a list of requests as a part of his accountability process. He is being asked to not visit several different bars and venues in San Francisco and Oakland (listed below). Additionally, it was made clear that the survivors are not currently interested in dialogue or interaction with Brandon so if they end up in the same space or social situation, Brandon is to leave without question and respect their space. It was also asked that Brandon seek out and begin attending therapy to address his patterns of harmful behaviors regarding non-consensual sex, intimidation, violence and/or threats of violence, refusal to wear condoms and general lack of respect for women who he is involved with. Brandon agreed to respect these demands and to take part in this process to work towards healing for those he has hurt and to address and change his harmful behaviors. It is planned to have a three month and six month check-in to discuss progress, lack there of or any other relevant changes.”

This list includes:

Golden bull

Eli’s mile high club

St. Mary’s Pub

Bender’s

Knockout

Thee Parkside

Doc’s Clock

Molotovs

Gilman

Elbo Room (SF and Oakland)

Uptown (SF and Oakland)

- The mediators

Contact

for questions, concerns, statements, and general information please email [email protected]

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peakwealth · 3 years

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E l m i l a g r o

How long can it last?

One of the consequences of the pandemic and its various stages of confinement is that I have spent a lot of time nosing around the south of Spain. Not the coast but the hinterland. My lasting impression has been the sheer extent and importance of the industrial agriculture. It is huge.

Everyone knows about the emblematic crops, the oranges and above all the olives, with groves that spread over thousands of square kilometers. But there are vineyards most of the way from the Portuguese border to Valencia; enormous strawberry fields around Huelva; cereals, cotton, almonds, rice and the famous 'plastic sea' of greenhouses near Almería.

The greenhouses used to surround just the town of El Ejido but have proliferated north, east and west. Investors have figured out that even relatively small patches of arable soil (or just suitable land for building hydroponic greenhouses) can make for good business.

It is by now the largest concentration of covered horticulture in the world, stretching for almost 200 kilometers east to west. In Spain this is celebrated as an economic miracle, el milagro almeriense. The area produces millions of tons of fruit and vegetables, keeping European supermarket shelves stocked year round. If that sounds like a cliché, it actually means what it says: a good chunk of European food security depends on Southern Spain.

And that, in turn, depends on irrigation.

What makes all this farming seem so miraculous is that southern Spain doesn’t have much prime farmland. It is semi-arrid. Fortunately, the region is mountainous with two large ranges, the Sierra Nevada and the Sierra de Segura, both massive enough to hold vast quantities of underground water, not counting the snow-melt and rain runoff.

Without irrigation not much will grow. (South-east of the Sierra de Segura, Andalusia)

Of course, the availability of fresh water isn't the only thing that explains the success of the Spanish agribusiness. As elsewhere in Europe, much of it is tied to complex subsidies from the EU’s Common Agricultural Policy (although less so in high-yield horticulture under plastic which is said to be more or less self-sustaining.) As it is, farming makes up a much bigger part of the economy in the south of Spain than is usual in Europe or in the rest of Spain for that matter.

It is modern, highly efficient and employs tens if not hundreds of thousands of people, including an opaque underclass of mostly African migrants whose plight goes largely unnoticed. It is one of Spain's dirty semi-secrets.

Last year, the United Nations Rapporteur on Extreme Poverty and Human Rights, Philip Alston, visited an African workers' shanty town in Lepe (like the one above). Lepe is a high-tech farming area near the Portuguese border. Alston concluded: "They live like animals. Their conditions are among the worst that I have seen in any part of the world." The Spanish authorities didn't appreciate this at all.

The hydrological makeup of Andalucia includes several rivers that drain into the Atlantic or into the Mediterranean. They are dammed in many places to generate electricity and store water. Most critical to agriculture is the river Guadalquivir. In some parts, west of Seville, its lush green banks are almost reminiscent of the Nile in Egypt. (There’s even West-Nile virus.) Other rivers include the Guadiana (on the Portuguese border), Genil, Guadalhorce, Andarax and the Segura river basin. But surface water from those rivers is limited in quantity and subject to periodic droughts. That leaves water from aquifers.

Low water level of the embalse de Iznájar, the artificial lake upriver from the main dam on the Genil river. The level hasn’t improved since this photograph was taken in late October 2020.

Even when the rivers run dry, groundwater remains available and farm production can continue - in principle. Pumping water from the soil is the easiest and most effective method to irrigate land. In terms of economic yield (revenue produced per cubic meter of water) groundwater irrigation is more than three times more productive than surface water. But it costs more.

Spain has about 2,5 million hectares of olive groves. Most are severely lacking in biodiversity. Pesticides and weed control keep the fields almost bare. This leads to the loss of topsoil and eventually to desertification. Whereas old trees could be managed without irrigation or chemical input, new plantations are high density / high yield and are designed for easy mechanical harvesting. They require chemicals and, usually, irrigation. Low market prices for olive oil are pushing farmers to replant old groves for higher yields, adding to the problem. (South of Cuevas de San Marcos, Andalusia)

The overriding problem is non-renewable extraction, which is to say overuse if not outright plundering (’agro-piracy’) (1). In many areas more water is extracted than is recharged naturally, which is not allowed under European water management rules. Data from the regional government, the Junta de Andalucía, confirm that most of the aquifers in the core horticultural area around Almería are in bad shape.

Overexploitation dates back to the eighties and is significant, 180 % in the Sierra de Gádor, a massive 2000 meter high ridge looming over the coast north of El Ejido. Nearby aquifers in Nijar, Tabernas, Lower Andarax, etc. have recorded similar or higher levels of depletion. As a result some water tables have dropped precipitously. The Segura basin and the Murcia plateau, also heavily farmed, have 'some of the most depleted aquifers in Europe' (2).

The anthropogenic impact of urbanization along the coast, intensive year-round agricultural production and tourism are taking their toll on aquifers. Aside from pollution (like fertilizer leaking into the soil), the lack of planning, control and enforcement of existing regulations is adding to the problem.

Newly developed satellite imaging of aquifer volumes will make it possible to monitor the withdrawal of groundwater reserves around the world. Until now there was a lot of guesswork involved.

The next question is, inevitably, the effect of climate change or the accelerating pace of climate change. Intensifying droughts and erratic rainfall are expected to get more common, affecting both rivers and groundwater. What happens to Andalusia’s vast agricultural sector if water shortages turn into long term desertification? What happens when the last well runs dry?

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(1) https://www.freshplaza.com/article/9334061/european-court-of-justice-condemns-spain-for-not-protecting-donana-from-the-continuous-plundering-of-water/

(2) International Journal of Water Resources Development. 2019 Vol 35. No. 6 (p. 977-998)

http://www.cedex.es/NR/rdonlyres/3B08CCC1-C252-4AC0-BAF7-1BC27266534B/145732/2017_07_424150001_Evaluaci%C3%B3n_cambio_clim%C3%A1tico_recu.pdf

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