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Hi. I was wondering if you could elaborate a bit on your reasoning for encouraging the “Bi/Mspec Lesbian” label? I’m not a fan of the label but at least want to try to see where you’re coming from??
Bc as a lesbian who previously identified as bisexual, I honestly find the “Bi Lesbian” label invalidating to both identities. For context, I identified as Bi for quite a while bc I had been told that Lesbians don’t include nonbinary people or trans women. Which is not true!!!
Mspec sapphic people already have the terms Bi and Pan (and Queer, Sapphic, etc.)- Lesbian is the ONLY one that doesn’t include men. Adding it to the Bi label just caters to the fear of not being ‘gay enough’ that society drills into mspec sapphics. Bi women/enbys are still queer. A feminine gender preference can be described just as easily with the term Sapphic. The “Bi Lesbian” term just reinforces the harmful idea that Lesbians ‘jUsT hAvEn’T mEt ThE rIgHt GuY yEt’.
A personal anecdote: in the past few years, I have begun to actively avoid telling men I’m not close to that I’m a Lesbian. Because they frequently want to take it as a challenge. To “convert” me. The “mspec lesbian” idea actively puts Lesbians in danger by just repackaging conservative ideologies under the veil of being *progressive*. (Invalidating the validity of sapphic identities/relationships, and that ‘ALL women are attracted to men/can be converted’. I have also seen mspec lesbians say Lesbians are terfs as a justification for the new label- while the justifications themselves sound transphobic??? The jist of it usually is- ‘Lesbians are transphobic. The identity is defined by not being attracted to men- So why can they like trans women but can’t like binary trans men! Even though I totally believe that trans women are women and trans men are men!!!’)
Sorry this is long and repetitive. I wanted to try to put as much of my reasoning as I could. While I can empathize with why the bi lesbian label was created (bc I identified as Bi for a very long time + thus became heavily aware of biphobia within the LGBTQIA+ community. Even from Lesbians.)- it ultimately implies that Bisexuality isn’t considered “gay enough” and unintentionally perpetuates the idea that Lesbians can be converted into liking men.
My first thought is this sounds like some radfem Gold Star Lesbian bullshit lol. And yeah this is super long and repetitive, so I'm not gonna worry too much about the quality/conciseness of my response. Guess ill try to just take it peice by piece. I usually don't entertain shit like this but I'm bored today so let's try it.
Why do you find someone else having a different experince than you invalidating? Have you considered that this may be a personal insecurity more so than the responsibility of the people who's identities you're uncomfortable with?
The bisexual label has bever been exclusive of trans/nonbinary people, and the misconception that it is is itself transphobia in action. You say you changed your mind about that label after learning that it isn't exclusive of trans people, congratulations. That doesn't mean that everyone else using the bisexual label just hasn't come to that conclusion yet.
Lesbian has historically included bisexuals and etc. It's never been exclusive, but there have always been exclusive people in every queer community.
Do you think there is any true distinction between bisexual history and gay/lesbian history? Why can't we share words? Why are we all obsessed with being unique? Why does it matter so much if we overlap? Isn't that the point of community? To share and to be different and have overlap, to take joy in each other's experiences? Why are you so intent on defining exactly who can be what? Is the point of queerness not to acknowledge our inate and complex humanity, to say "I am unquauntifiable"? It is to me. But maybe that's philosophical, in which case my practical down-to-earth questions are: who gets to make the rules about who gets to be what, who is going to enforce these rules, and what tool of violence are you granting them to do so? Is it you? Is it the government? Is it an organized elected council of queer elders? Are the freaks who don't follow the rules exiled, shunned, imprisoned?
As for these other words we "already have" like sapphic, have you considered that we "already have" lesbian? Lesbian has historically been a word for women(etc) who are attracted to women(etc). Why did we need to make new words to separate each other? Why did we need sapphic when we already had lesbian? I don't feel that making and using new words is wrong and I support anyone who wants to use these labels, I'm just demonstrating that the logic behind that point of yours is identical when flipped. Lesbian has always been here for people like me, it was the only word we had for a long while, so who are you to rewrite its history?
Your personal experience of queerness is not universal. Words mean slightly different things to everyone, that's how languages and humans work. And that's a good thing. That's the point of all this!
The kind of people who harass and assault lesbians don't care about this shit. Are you seriously trying to blame a whole group of queers for ... queers being harassed and assaulted? The straight cis guys who are chasing and trying to "convert" lesbians already don't think of women and lesbians as people. They're not gonna sit there and debate the finer points of someone's identity before they decide if they want to assault them.
The bigots don't care about our labels. They don't even respect whether someone is actually queer or is just someone they perceive as queer. Outside online discourse like this, a faggot is a faggot is a faggot.
I do not have any patience for anyone who believes certain types of queers make the rest of us look bad. Like seriously why are we still doing this? Also you personally right now with this ask have just repackaged dangerous conservative ideologies under the veil of being *progressive*! This is some seriously puritan stuff you've said here! You say it yourself that you have been a victim of being sexually pursued against your will and that you take certain precautions in life to prevent that from happening, and then you turn right around and blame a whole demographic of people *with that exact experience* for bringing that experience onto themselves *and onto you*! What!
Literally nobody is saying all women have the ability to be attracted to men. I have literally never seen or said that apart from this very ask right here. I guess it could happen, someone could be saying that somewhere, but in that situation I'm gonna call them a misogynistic ass and consider them to not be speaking for all lesbians everywhere. And I don't think it's too much to ask that others use the same level of critical thinking skills in that situation.
And as for the people you have seen saying "all lesbians are terfs" those people are lesbophobic. Those are lesbophobes. I don't know what else you want me to say about that, I don't really see how some people being lesbophobic should impact whether or not a whole bunch of other people are morally correct (?) in using the word lesbian.
Ask rating:
4/10 for nonsense and contradiction
#beau answers#i was probably ruder than i needed to be but ya got me riled up#bi lesbian#bi lesboy#bisexaul#queer community#queer label#lesbian#queer discussions#also just realizing i totally glossed over their whole inclusion of the mspec lesbian label but i think its safe to say my feelings about b#bi lesbians carries over to my feelings about mspec lesbians#also also sorry i used the word “women(etc)” i am high and not thinking well#also also also realizing my own response is also a 4/10 for nonsense lmaooooo
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for some reason im rethinking about coatlis place in the arcana canon bc ive p much exclusively think of her outside of it save for a few cases , but i change so much around i p much make smth totally different
like coatli isnt an apprentice mc bc i hate that plot line for her. like asras love for the apprentice is Everything to the mc as a character none of it is in character for her so i just make coatli a good friend of theirs. theyre both magic practitioners who sell their many magic services, theyre bound to meet make friends and then smoke weed forever. also coatli wouldnt have died of the plague either, as i always imagined her to be unaffected by it bc of being incredibly necromantic, so she would have been either 1) finding a cure for it or 2) acting as sort of a death doula for the infected by bringing them quick and painless deaths or comfort if theyre too far gone. which is more likely imo. shed Help with those finding a cure, bringing in her ties to julian and the rest, but she’d be more concerned with those already dying.
ultimately i wanted her to be the upright death arcana patron. bc there isnt one and i desperately wanted that role filled. she sees death as the ultimate life-giver and doesn’t accept any mindset that sees life and death as a dichotomy. she’s like a Classic Witch™️ as far as character tropes go but i made her with pre-columbian mesoamerican life/death philosophies in mind. as well as philosophies of chaos/order and hedonism and sin. i also put a lot of consideration into what would make her a bruja not just a witch because theres a dozen similarities and differences and i love exploring them.
and ofc if coatli isnt the apprentice that means someone else is and muriel is just There and shes tryna hit 24/7 which will be an entire route in of itself, it would focus on muriel reclaiming his culture with a particular interest in the kokhuri ancestral graveyard and him taking khamgalai’s place as well as fulfilling a deep ancestral shamanic calling. coatli loves to learn about other cultures death philosophies and shamanic rites and would be right with him helping as he discovers these lost parts of himself. him being a Voluntary scourge of the south in my canon will change small details and dynamics significantly enough so ill think of that later, so thats the jist. 💀💀💀
#ive dabbed a lot so im awashh with inspiration#the arcana is unfortunately a fun world to fuck around in#its like a ttrpg playbook#the same amount of creative liberties and everything#oc: coatli#txt
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I havent read back over this and typed it out at midnight. ✌🏻😶
save yourself, ill hold them back—as interpreted by an angsty bitch
Where the song opens story wise: just off the back of Party Poison, busting the Kobra Kid and Jet-Star out of Batt City, this song is about the Fabulous Four breaking back out of the city itself, and the firefight that breaks out at the wall. This brings back Poison’s memories of their and Kobra’s escape from Battery City years ago.
Are you all ready where you are?
Are you all ready where you are?
Are you all ready where you are?
{Referencing fighting and stuff}
Na na na na na
Na na na na na
Na na na na na
Na na na na na
{The killjoy’s general nonsense esp towards bli. Na is just a noise, not even a proper word. They sing to be fun and annoying half the time.}
I hope you're ready for a firefight
'Cause the devil's got your number tonight
(They say!)
"We're never leavin' this place alive"
{Hugh stakes high profile trips to Battery City are very often fatal. Thses are the mocking words thrown at the fab four.}
But if you sing these words, we'll never die
Get off the ledge and drop the knife
Not a victim of a victim's life
Because this ain't a room full of suicides
We're believers, I believe tonight
{this is party poison, taunting back. Again “if we sing these words we’ll never die”, the killjoys will rebel in every way possible, even if its jist their faint voice drowning in the static. But they will fight until they have nothing left. They will fight when they have nothing left. Its not a room full of suicides. They’re only leaving this place in the ways they choose, they’re believers.}
We can leave this world, leave it all behind
We can steal this car if your folks don't mind
We can live forever
If you've got the time
{this is poison remembering how they and Kobra left, the city in a firefight and cloud of dust. Children thinking even then that they might live forever, leaving everything behind them in exhaust fumes}
Na na na na na
Na na na na na (If you save yourself tonight)
Na na na na na
Na na na na na (If you save yourself tonight)
{sometimes saving yourself means putting your life in someone else’s filthy palms. Sometimes rebellion is just screaming at the top of your lungs.}
I'll tell you all how the story ends
Where the good guys die and the bad guys win
(Who cares?)
{anyone in the desert know this wont just end. That theres only so much of a difference that they can make against BLi. And it will never be enough to save everyone, or even anyone. They will all die. But if they can anyone help at all, thats made it all worth it.}
This ain't about all the friends you made
But the graffiti they write on your grave
{Killjoys will remember the smallest of graces.}
For all of us who've seen the light
Salute the dead and lead the fight (Hail, hail!)
{theyve been throught some Shit}
Who gives a damn if we lose the war?
Let the walls come down, let the engines roar
{Best case scenario, they will make change. Theyve still tried even if they fail}
We can leave this world, leave it all behind
We can steal this car if your folks don't mind
We can live forever
If you've got the time
I'm the only friend that makes you cry
You're a heart attack in black hair dye
{theyve all got trauma ig… poison and ghoul became inseparable, bonded by blood and jagged edges, theyre the only ones who have been able to heal the other enough to function.}
So just save yourself and
I'll hold them back tonight
Are y'all ready where you are at?
If you save yourself tonight
('Cause we're comin' for you)
Can you save yourself tonight?
{jet and kobra have to hold together enought for poison and ghoul to get them out}
Right now!
'Cause I'll hold them back!
We can leave this world, leave it all behind
We can steal this car if your folks don't mind
We can live forever
If you've got the time
(You motherfucker!)
You're the broken glass in the mornin' light
Be a burnin' star if it takes all night
{the fab four are all so fucked up (and they know it) only people like them would find hope in people like them. You have to be pretty fucked up to find hope in shattered mirror}
So just save yourself and
I'll hold them back tonight
Na na na na na
Na na na na na (If you save yourself tonight)
Na na na na na
Na na na na na (Can you save yourself tonight?)
#save yourself i'll hold them back#danger days#personal danger days canon#headcanons#danger days headcanons#danger days the true lives of the fabulous killjoys#fabulous killjoys#fab four#mcr#my chemical romance
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Do you have more art from the mythics au or more info about it? That is if you guys would be comfortable showing more.
oh i have PLENTY of mythics art between stuff that I made and the stuff that sophie's (@sopjiesa) made!(also with some collabs in there) ill do a big art dump of mythics stuff under the cut!
as for info, basically mythics started out as a kinda roleplay/story of what would happen if we put our characters from their respective stories into a highschool together. its sorta funny because both of our stories are originally high fantasies so setting them in a modern au is a lot of fun. soph and I are actually planning to completely rewrite at least the beginning of the story, as the old document for it is. bad. its just bad LMAO. but the basic jist of the story remains the same. so basically things start to devolve when we introduced the villains to the story, the main ones being question, nex, and redacted(soph's oc) question and redacted are married in this AU, and have adopted nex into their little crime family. question and redacted also have a lot of backstory regarding prior kids and things get messy hgfdjhf. the family all have animal masks to hide their identity when doing crime stuff. so a LOT of things happen when the main cast gets mixed up with this crime family. two characters (laxo and meca) go missing and one of them is presumed dead after a specific incident involving the family (which ended in a building exploding hfdjh) and the rest of the kids are left to find out what happened, as well as what exactly is going on with this family. some of the kids get sucked into the family itself while others are left trying to solve the case, some begin to turn on each other.
obviously im leaving out a LOT of things but yea pretty chaotic, super fun to write ghdfjdhjf
some art under the cut! some of the art was done by sophie, others by me, and a couple were a collab! (im also including character names c:)
nephra, sakura, opal, art by me
soph and i shipping question and redacted, collab
flora, art by soph
nephra, art by soph
maxx, art by me
kane and laxo, collab
nephra and opal, art by me
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i managed to talk myself into picking some stuff up
conversation went similar to this (not all exact wording but the jist) in case its helpful to anyone especially if you have executive dysfunction or anxiety or depression and have a hard time getting things done. rebloggable if helpful
"just get up and pick some things up"
"but theres so much and itll make me exhausted"
"just throw away only trash thats easy to home in on theres not much to figure out with cough drop wrappers"
"but ill get tired im tired thinking about it. how do i even start?"
"first look at the area you want to pick up. do it right now. normalize it take your time looking at each item"
"im atarting to get overwhelmed and a headache i cant manage that rn. im going to get too tired"
"are you tired enough to sleep?"
"no"
"are you tired enough to get up to go to the bathroom?"
"no"
"pretend like you have to go to the bathroom. and bring the toilet paper in. thats all you have to do. on your way in"
"how do i get up?"
"breathe. move your fingers. move your toes. move until you get used to the idea of moving. roll a little, or rock. hum in your chest its too quite for us. its too stagnant"
eventually i was able to losen myself up and sit in bed. i kept reminding myself that i just have to do one thing and that can be on the way to do something i always do which is go to the bathroom
"get up and go to the bathroom
get up and go to the bathroom and stop stop, get the toilet paper. grab it. pull it with you"
i reminded myself that the moment i felt too tired exhausted fatigued i could drop it all and lay back down.
but i gave my self a condition. That if i cant bring in the toilet paper then i dont get to go to the bathroom. (i didnt have a urgent need to go)
I told myself i could also pick up one wrapper or one tissue and throw it away. or if i had a problem bending down i could close some drawers
i reminded myself that even the smallest thing once in a while adds up. if i picked up one tissue a day. every other day. 1 tissue a week, eventually my room will be cleaner
i kept bringing my attention back. because i would get overwhelmed. But i told myself to ignore everything block everything out except one item like a cough drop wrapper
and this was before i got up. once i got up i stood. i told myself to take a deep breath and that if i wanted to sit back down i could
but i was up, and i reminded myself that ive checked off one thing off the list. if i sit back down its ok, because i got myself up.
i reminded myself my room has been a mess for months. and that whats another month of it being messy, except now that month will be filled with constant attempts and praise of those attempts
and at the end of the month if i picked up one wrapper that can still be considered a success especially compared to previous months where i didnt make any attempts
so i got up and i stood there. i told myself to move my fingers and my toes and my neck and my arms
normalize body movements while standing up, especially when its quiet it can make me feel stagnant and its hard to have controlled movements (as in not just routine like going to the bathroom)
standing up felt like i could actually do something. it felt different from laying down, laying down was too comfortable and made me not want to get up
but now i was up and i loosened my muscles enough.
"how are you feeling?"
"ok but its so tempting to lay back down again but i want to get something done i feel bad"
"its okay to lay back down you know that right?"
"but i feel bad for not doing something"
"getting up is doing something"
"im going to attempt to take the toilet paper"
and once i started moving it kind of set into place and i was able to pick up a few things, more than i expected.
because being overwhelmed or feeling bad about not being able to do something makes you forget how easy something is or how not scary or bad it is
so i ended up not needing to keep talking myself up, and was able to put the toilet paper away
i also had conversation about my clothes:
"i want to move my bed but i cant because theres dirty clothes on the floor and a box i have to get rid of and a basket of clothes that are clean that i have to go through what do i do? how do i do all that? its so much. where do i put my dirty clothes"
"put the clothes in the box. you dont know where to put the box yet, so dump all the clothes you find even clean ones in the box. its ok to wash ones that are clean. the box can then go in the corner, and you deal with that later"
so put the clothes in the box. and moved it to the corner. immediately i see more clear space and socks scattered. i reminded myself to focus on the dirty clothes which were easy to home in on. and the scarf and anything else considered clothing even stuff i knew i hadnt worn (clean).
seeing the carpet less cluttered made my brain calm down. it made it easier
and i didnt do more, even though i felt like i could
keep your energy. keep doing it this way. you did a little, and i know you can do more. but you dont need to take this opportunity. you dont need to rush. you dont need to go until youre worn out. you are allowed to do the bare minimum and you are allowed to not do your best. because sometimes doing your best saps your energy ao you only can do your best a few times. if you do your least, you can do your least more.
So yeah ive been trying to break things down, and go through the repetitive nature of anxiety and executive dysfunction. its a baby. it cant figure these things out and its like going around in circles
but you repeat yourself and are kind and remind yourself that even moving a finger can be enough for now, and eventually that like 10 minute or more conversation can normalize these things
can break through the problem. treat your anxiety and your depression and your executive dysfunction and overwhelmeness like a little kid. whos scared, whose confused. who needs to have things repeated. who needs reasurence and praise. be patient
i feel good. i picked up some trash and put toilet paper away and dumped clothes into a box. i went farther then i expected. and i stopped even though i could do more and im glad i stopped.
your conversations might take longer half hour. an hour. but it has to be encouraging. not rushing. explain to yourself. ask yourself questions.
how are you feeling? why? break it down for yourself like a child. you deserve patience and kindness. you deserve to have your hand held and to be praised by you.
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ojiro but he's nya
#bnha#boku no hero academia#my hero academia#mha#ojiro mashirao#denki kaminari#ojikami#i think thats their ship name ...#ill put some others jist in case#kamioji#ojinari#ojiro x kaminari#not exactly but i ship them so :3 i say its part of this comic lore#bnha fan art#hero draws sometimes#comic#image
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TMNT x Depressed Reader
Hey all! Long time, no post! I hit 200 about a month ago and had promised a special post, but fell into a spiral until recently. To celebrate hitting 200 (and beyond) followers, I decided to make an x Reader headcanon on how the four turtles handle and help their SO get through their depressive episodes. I hope you enjoy!
TW: Mentions Depression
Leonardo
Though not as socially sensitive as his younger brother, Leo has almost an internal radar whenever you are feeling even a little bit off
He does his best not to overwhelm you with his turtle-ness in this time
But honestly?
That’s all he wants to do
He doesn’t quite understand mental illness, but he understands that you have depression nonetheless
Some days, he’d never guess
But on other days?
Oh honey, he can tell as soon as you walk in
He’s immediately at your side with a cup of tea (or any warm beverage you like, really)
Asks you how you’re doing so that you can tell him yourself, or not if you don’t want to
Being with you for so long, he has learned good things and bad things to suggest
Play intense videogames? Bad
Monopoly? Bad
Disney movie? Good
Sex? Maybe
Cooking dinner together while just a little bit tipsy? Even better
He would do just about anything to see you smile again, even if you’re not smiling at him
He will be your ear, he will be your shoulder to cry on, he do his best to be anything you need him to be
9/10
Raphael
Raph has his own mental troubles, so he tends to not be as sensitive to others’ feelings
You have to tell him (almost like speaking to a child) how you’re feeling or else he might not ever catch on
Your relationship is entirely built on the basis of not only communication, but comprehension
He accepts the fact that you have depression, and on his own does his own research how to be supportive, but will often have to ask you what exactly you need
Word for word, letter for letter
You really can’t blame him- nobody is perfect, not even your boyfriend
He’s no mind reader
What really matters to you is that you can tell he tries, and boy does he try hard for you
The first time you came to the lair in a slum, he immediately suggested that the two of you go for a walk through the sewers
In that moment, you realized how much he really cared
Because he took it upon himself to research things that could possibly help with depression (and you even recalled a few articles that discussed this)
Sure, you couldn’t go for a walk with a beautiful scenery at dusk, but the sewers was the next best thing
Better that laying on the couch, contemplating your entire existence
He had various activities up his ‘sleeve’ for the two of you to partake in
In fact, you recalled finding that very list under his pillow
It was titled ‘Y/N’s Dispossession of Depression’
You swore to yourself that you’d never admit what you found
Even though it warmed your heart
8/10
Donatello
Donnie can smell it on you
He really can, I swear
He will leave his desk to be at your side, but he won’t ask you what you need from him
No, he has food ready (your favorites, of course) and a cheesy rom-com and the night off from patrolling
He hadn’t been surprised one bit when you first told him what was up
He had a feeling something was up, but didn’t want to ask in case you weren’t sure what it was yourself
In fact, after you confirmed his theory, he became an expert overnight
Donnie made you a bracelet with two buttons- one for ‘needs attention’, one for ‘needs space’
You used that bracelet even when you weren’t in the middle of a dark episode, but he didn’t mind
You liked that you could press a button and he would be at your window in five minutes or less
Once, it was only two minutes
He liked to take you on late night drives in the Shell Raiser where either one of you would blast music that got you right into your feelings
Some drives, there would be complete silence, and you would just hold hands and enjoy the lights of the city
This guy even found a way to segregate water in the sewers and filter it to make a pool in an otherwise unused section of the sewers
Flowers, floating candles, you know the drill
Not that any of this made your depression just magically go away, but it was easier to deal with floating in clean waters surrounded by flower petals, floating candles, and a hunk turtle
10/10
Michelangelo
He just needs a little help understanding you sometimes
Sure, he gets his bouts of ‘am I even good enough?’ and darker thoughts, but not enough to put a label on it
Hell, when you first told him about your diagnosis, he was shocked
“What? But Angel, you’re always so happy!”
He couldn’t imagine you being sad and down for no reason at all
He wanted to fight it
Like, physically
With fists and nunchucks
After you explained that it wasn’t something you could fight like that, and you explained how it actually worked, he listened
Once he got the jist of it, he had so many ideas
Some of them were good, some… Were questionable
One time, you came to the lair feeling down and he presented you with twenty different grilled cheese sandwiches
We’re talking different bread, different cheeses, some with meat, some not
He’d ever so sweetly ask if you were ‘in the mood for the night of your life’
Because, in his mind, sex fixes everything
Almost everything
Although not the most resourceful at handing you in your worst, you appreciated that he tried his best
7/10
#tmnt#teenage mutant ninja turtles#tmnt 2k14#tmnt 2014#tmnt 2k16#tmnt 2016#tmnt x reader#teenage mutant ninja turtles x reader#bayverse tmnt x reader#tmnt hc#tmnt headcanon#tmnt relationship hc#teenage mutant ninja turtle headcanon#leonardo x reader#raphael x reader#donatello x reader#michelangelo x reader#leo x reader#raph x reader#donnie x reader#mikey x reader
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TL/DR: big tough wrestling dude opens up about his mental illnesses (in character) and it's amazing.
I love this. So fucking much. And it's something everyone needs to watch, wrestling fan or not.
The backstory is thus. Guy on the left is Jon Moxley, former AEW Champion, and one crazy, hardcore dude. Last Sunday, at one of AEW's big PPVs, Revolution, he fought the man who beat him for the title, Kenny Omega. Omega, trying to beat Moxley at his own demented game, made the match an "exploding barbedwire deathmatch". And the match was exactly as crazy stupid violent as you'd think an exploding barbedwire deathmatch would be.
The final spot of the match was the ring was supposed to "explode" 30 minutes after the match started. After Omega won the match and retained the title, Mox was laid out by Omegas crew and left in the ring as the countdown was expiring. Mox was about to die, so out comes the guy on the right, Eddie Kingston.
Kingston and Moxley were friends for years, but Moxley hit it big in WWE, while Kingston trudged along, killing himself on the Indy circuit for barely any money or recognition. Kingston harbored that jealousy for years and when the two reunited in AEW, Kingston attacked and feuded with Moxley, culminating in a title defense at one of AEW's other big PPVs, All Out, where Mox beat Kingston in an I Quit match.
Back to Revolution, Mox is down and the ring is about to go up in flames. Kingston, haunted by the memory of his old friendship, ran to the ring to try and pull Mox to safety, and when that failed, he covered Mox to shield his from the explosion.
And then. Nothing.
The explosions barely went off. There was an actual technical snafu, and aside from some sparks and a bit of pyro, the explosion flopped. Kingston had to sell it though as a life-ender, which looked quite a bit silly. People tuned into AEW hoping for an explanation, and what they got was great. I'll let you watch the clip for the whole explanation and fallout, it's only three minutes, but the jist is this.
Kingston suffers from blackouts whenever he's put into cases of extreme anxiety. It happened once when he was on his way to Riker's, and it happened here when he thought he and his friend were about to die. It doesn't make him any less of a man, it doesn't sound out of character, that's just something that happens to him. And that's awesome that we're getting that.
I mean, I get that this is a "chicken shit into chicken salad" situation, but still they could've chalked it up to any number of things, but they chose to make one of their baddest dudes have a serious mental illness and I really appreciate that. That's all. Also, I would watch Mox and Kingston do literally anything together, their chemistry is aces.
#aew#jon moxley#eddie kingston#friendship#brotherhood#mental illness#exploding barbed wire deathmatch
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Woah uh been a while since I did any genuine AU worldbuilding/scenario work huh?
This was promised to a user on DA because they were curious about the illness I mentioned in this post: Dads by Butterfrogmantis on DeviantArt (and I didn't forget, just got distracted by the Wiki stuff and writing XD)
But yeah, basic jist is poor old Tracky here accidentally inhaled some bad bad spores. Dreamy, naturally, was absolutely distraught, and on top of handling his own stress was trying to carefully keep Rover from becoming too distressed as wee Rovey certainly didn't like seeing his dad that way. Actually, Rover suffered some pretty bad separation anxiety & attachment issues to Tracker as a child, perhaps subconsciously remembering this incident (which happened when he was a toddler.) Rover's fine now as a teenager/adult, although he's still very close to Tracker, and has possibly one of the strongest parents-child bonds in the NG ^^
The Sleeping Death plant has been removed from the Smurfs forest, and they know what it looks like now at least, so there will be no further instances (plus they have spare antidote jussst in case)
Writing extract + additional note under the cut
“Hey Tracky, I just put Rovey down for the night”
Dreamy walked over to the bed, and knelt down beside it. His husband lay in it, as cold and pale as he had been for the last week.
“You know he uh … he sounds just like you when he laughs”
Dreamy swallowed, trying to get rid of the lump in his throat. He knew that he wouldn’t be able to respond in this state, Papa Smurf had told him as much, but he still felt as though he needed to talk, in case there was even the slightest chance Tracker would be able to hear him. He knew it was probably all for nought. According to Papa’s books, Dreamy’s spouse had accidentally inhaled the spores from the Sleeping Death plant, an invasive herb foreign to their forest, known for inducing it’s victims in a death-like state for up to 6-8 weeks before the real mortality kicked in.
It had started with Tracker saying he had a headache one evening, and that he wanted an early night. When Dreamy gone up that night to sleep himself, he found the other Smurf totally unresponsive, but breathing. Over the past 7 days, Tracker had become paler, and strange purple marks had begun to appear in random blotches over his skin. Papa had assured him this illness wasn’t contagious, but Dreamy didn’t want to risk upsetting their young Smurfling, so had done his best to keep Rover’s visits with Tracker brief, hoping each day that Marco Smurf was closer to bringing home the cure from the Sleeping Death plant’s homeland.
He knew hope wasn’t totally lost, Marco had set sail the very day Tracker was diagnosed, but the antidote’s native country was many miles away, and there was always the possibility for bad weather or pirates that could mean unexpected delays. All Dreamy could do in the meantime was hope. Hope and attend to his own duties, and remind himself that Marco was the best sailor he knew – even better than himself in some regards.
“Marco’s coming soon” Dreamy said out loud, to reassure himself more than anything.
Tracker of course, did not react, his only movements being the rise and fall of his shallow breaths. The sailor felt his eyes well up, and he blinked fiercely, the hot tears running down his cheeks as he gently lay his hand atop the duvet. Tracker was such a lively Smurf, always so full of passion and enthusiasm. Seeing him like this was … distressing. This was Dreamy’s best friend, the Smurf he loved more than all the stars in the night sky. A life without Tracker would be no life at all, least not for him.
Dreamy leant over and pressed a very gentle kiss to his husband’s forehead. It was icy, and nothing like the warmth he knew and missed.
“Marco’s coming soon” He whispered, repeating his earlier statement “He’ll make you better. You’ll get better soon, you’ll see…”
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Fear not!! The ending of that sounds ominous but it's all good lmao. It was a bit of a close call but Marco makes it! Tracker gets the antidote and after a couple of days is able to open his eyes again, another day and he can very croakily talk (He asks for Rover) and after about 2 weeks is back to normal-ish, although does have some mobility issues after being bed bound for so long, plus he lost a lot of weight being unable to eat properly during that time, but within a few months it's like he was never ill, and good old Tracker is back to normal And Dreamy can finally sleep in his own beds again, he basically spent almost a month curled up on the floor because he refused to leave Tracker's side unless he absolutely had to.
Dreamy and Tracker (C) The Smurfs
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So I work in the hospital often going to the psych ward to safety companion, and alot of nurses, doctors just don't believe in madd? I was talking to one nurse and he said that " everyone goes to their own mental world. Its where everything's positive and they don't have to deal with the harsh realities of life. It serves the same purpose as religion. You dont call someone whose super religious maladaptive. So why make up the disorder. They just have a wide imagination. Self immersion has always existed and doesn't bother anyone other than the person. So it shouldn't be taken seriously as an issue"
and like...I get the jist of what he's trying to say? But your saying that it doesn't matter? Because it doesn't pose a problem for other? So dsm only for problem people? I'm so confused? I'd like your opinion on this if your able
Hi there! Thanks for sending me this ask!
This ended up being pretty long so I'm going to put it under the cut (but pretty interesting if you ask me - who knew hyperreligiosity was a thing!)
First off, I'm not an expert in anything. I only have my own personal experiences to go off of.
There actually are levels of religious devotion that are considered components of mental illness! Look up religious psychosis or religious delusions. In a couple minutes of googling I found a wikipedia page for hyperreligiosity (link) which seems to be a direct religious comparison to MADD. Basically anything can be taken to unhealthy extremes - even things that are "normal".
In terms of MADD being a real disorder, let's take a look at the 4Ds of Abnormality. In this case, the word "abnormality" is used in a clinical sense as it relates to mental health disorders. TW for brief mentions of self harm and suicidal thoughts.
Deviance - Yes, most people daydream but MADD is far and beyond the norm. Most people can control their daydreaming and stop whenever they want, many MADDers cannot
Distress - The person who has the condition feels troubled by it. Normal people enjoy their daydreams, they're fun! MADDers wish they could stop their daydreaming, many can't stop daydreaming about horrible and traumatic things.
Dysfunction - Where the "maladaptive" part of MADD comes in, this behavior impairs daily functions. MADDers lose so much of their lives to daydreaming, they can't do their daily tasks because they're locked in their daydream worlds. Some struggle to function in social settings because of MADD.
Danger - A danger to themselves or others. Beyond the injuries MADDers sustain through their repetitive actions (pacing, knocking into things, blasting music too loud) many MADDers also report feelings of wanting to self-harm, self-hatred or even suicidal thoughts due to their MADD. This puts them in serious danger.
TL;DR: Yes, everybody daydreams but not everybody daydreams to a level that could be clinically considered abnormal. Just because you've never heard of something doesn't mean it isn't real.
#madd#actually madd#mental health#abnormality#abnormal#tw suicidal thoughts#tw self harm#also psych ward nurses#while some of them are lovely#some of them aint shit#i knew one who just ranted at the patients about his personal beliefs#especially antifeminists ones#he was lucky nothing dangerous was allowed on the ward
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JL confronts Marinette
From bio!dad Strange au, where they made her kryptonian to keep her alive. This is post-Hawkmoth (debating using a random and revamping Gabriel altogether tbh)
“Don’t.” Marinette was tired of heroes, tired of being one. She had to handle hawkmoth’s fallout, keeping so many secret identities (hers, JL, miraculus team, her gotham family’s) and she just wanted to sleep.
Flash found her first, but Superman grabbed her and put her in the air for a ‘talk’.
“Don’t what?” She knew superman wasnt a detective. She knew he was a reporter though and she could see baiting and needling just under the surface. He’s an interrigator then, she decided.
“Don’t come in and try to fix what the miraculous team already handled. Paris was abbadonned by your league.”
She figured this was about Ladybug. Paris is always going off the the miraculous holders and ladybugs were always deemed the defacto leaders. She liked that Daesuqa (Talia) took over leading long term missions for the most part, handled meetings and politics so her and Chat and the others could be more like the teens they are in theory.
And everyone knew Marinette was Chat Noir’s favorite after she got how many akumatized people to release their akuma on their own? And that she supplied mirauclous users with kwami food (though it was common for many other civilians). It was common knowledge to all, but Hawkmoth apparently, that if Chat or his miraculous team or the entire team was needed, you went to Marinette.
Superman furrowed his brow at that though. “I didn’t know there was an active team here.”
So it wasn’t about the miraculous or years of magic terrorism her city endured?
“Been here for years. Hawkmoth’s sentencing is in a few hours.”
She hoped it was the kwami’s choice. Tikki murmured that people were surprised by what they could live through, and she is thw kwami of life. Tikki would make him wish he was dead routinely. He deserved it for regualrly slaughtering the city.
“No, that’s...” superman shook his head. “I came here to talk to you about...” he gestures to her then. She didn’t get it until she realized she was floating on her own.
When did he let her go?
“I know you’re Princess.”
Marinette’s blood stopped then. No. He can’t. They can’t.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I know Chloe changed my handle to Princess of Paris a few years ago but indont think heroes can stalk teens for that.”
Good, play into that. Distract until someone you trust can come. She hit an alert on her phone while he wasnt looking.
Pegasus should be here soon.
“I know you know it only as the Chimera project.”
Wrong. It was the surgery that kept her alive.
“And i know you’ve been poisoning yourself to stay hidden.”
Antidotes came from venom. It was fone to ise the stickers, they kept her human. The crystals were for emergencies only.
“What I don’t get is why.”
Why would she want him to kidnap, or abduct her? Take her from her family? Her life?
Don’t show that you’re who he thinks, anvocie whispered. Keep being the Paris Marinette from social media. The savage who snarled Weredad into submission.
“I really think you have the wrong girl. Its listed under my file as a volunteer flyer that i’m a flying meta, like most of the flyers.” Good, keep it up.
“And superman, if I had to guess why some girl that i look like would supress their powers, its becuase this is France and until the Miraculous team came clean about some being meta, you were imprisoned on suspicions of being meta, even infants were, are in the rest of France. Paris is the only place you arent imprisoned for it.”
Superman paled at that. “I. I wasn’t aware.”
“why would you be?”
Superman did respond to that.
“And if this Princess of yours is still hiding, she might be protecting her loved ones. Or maybe she thinks you’d steal her away from her life and home? Everyone knows about the fortress of solitude and i dont think anyone besides you would like living there, especially so far from people.”
Marinette watched him process. As long as Red Robin didnt see her, didnt confirm her identity, she was in the clear.
“Now if you’d excuse me, I’m needed to finish filling out a report on the final battle.”
That had superman’s attention.
“Final battle.”
“Yes, we just took down Hawkmoth a week ago.”
“He already has his trial, in a week.” Disbelief. Not worng either.
“It took the citizens of paris a week to finish voting. Finally tallies come in tonight if we try him as humans or if the kwami—gods of various concepts—are the ones to try him for his crimes. Afterall, he enslaved one kwami and abused another.”
Superman was not doing well, far too pale. Shock? No, they sent so many videos before the JL banned them.
Guilt. Regret, too. Probably.
“Now can you put me down somewhere? I’m not out as a meta and indont plan on being out anytime soon. Any supporting the miraculous teams do have their enemies too, and i dont want to be targetted.”
Superman nodded. Numb? Possible.
She let hersef be taken down.
Pegasus was there, Flash on his way. Another person who could make her.
She had to move fast.
“I hope I cleared things up?”
Superman nodded.
Max was ready to fight, glaring at the blue boyscout.
“Ready to go Miss DC?”
Marinette nodded, letting him guide her to the portal.
Flash didnt make it in, but he didnt see her face either. She’s take the narrow victory.
They exited in the Paris Grande Hotel. The Mayor had Batman and Red Robin with him. Crap.
“Is this...”
“Our civilian contact, Miss DC,” Pegasus stated almost too professionally. Great, now Red would know they know each other as friends. batman too.
“Batman, Red Robin, correct?”
“Yes. We, we just found your heroes videos and came to help. I see we’re too late too.”
Marientte nodded, avioding eye contact with Red. She wasnt sure if he learned to act infront of Batman yet, and wasnt risking it.
“I heard you came up with many of the emergency procedures and built the comms system with Pegasus.”
“As a flyer, yes. As Miss DC I just make sure the team stays fed and Chat doesnt forget to sleep.”
Batman shot Red Robin a look as he said, “I know the feeling.”
Marinette didnt fight the smile then. Yes, that was her Hero Stalker Tim alright.
“Would you two be interested in helping the league develop a better system to sort incoming messages?”
Pegasus moved first. “If we do, Miss DC is to be left alone. Her mother is very atrict about her not getting involved in science, and refuses to believe that her daughter has been actively helping the miraculous team.”
Batman turned his attention to Marinette then. “Is that so?”
Marinette nodded. “My birth father and her left on... terms i never got the jist of. He and his friends teach me in secret. Mama,” not maman, she forced herself to say, “she said something about it being destructive and dangerous, so she wants me to stick to the arts instead.”
Batman nodded. “Experiments can be, but that doesnt undercut the good you’ve done. I’ll tell the league you will work off-site should you accept.”
Marinette nodded along. “I can help where Pegasus gets stuck, and be contacted through him but otherwise would prefer not to be contacted by the League. I’m a civilian, and no offense, but there ahve been leaks before.”
“Understandable. The league thanks you for your help, and apoligizes for what you went through.”
Marinette could feel the hole Red Robin was burning into her. He earings. And the fox miraculous. Shit. He knew.
Marinette wanted to punch the league in their face collectively.
“All May i go now, i have a meeting to get to.”
“Of course.”
Pegasus opened the portal and escorted her out.
They both waited five minites, Max feeding Kaalki, for the call.
“So why didnt you tell me?” Tim was pissed.
“Media blackout. Any time i tried to call it was blocked.”
Tim swore. “Alfred!”
“You are so lucky Pegasus doesnt know anything about gotham.”
“He’s there?”
“I work with him alot.”
“So when you visited Gotham...”
“French government would know. Not hard to connect the dots of girl leaves to see gotham fmaily and suddenly the league shows up after banning all of Paris from contact.”
“I. When did it happen?”
“Before Chrismas. I would have had Nonna tell you but she didnt know either until after the fact and they said if she told anyone itd be me going to jail for her.”
“That’s. What hellscape do you live in?”
“I died so many times i don’t even know now.” She stopped keeping track after she got into the eighties. That wasn’t even a full year into being Ladybug.
“That’s not comforting.”
“Please tell me that you’re not outing me to Bats. I just got two leaguers off my tail.”
“I won’t tell him, but if the new Robin does i’m not stopping him.”
She almost forgot Talia’s son was a Robin. She didnt see him in uniform yet—as Damian (not wayne but damian who was mourning lost family, damian who didnt know how to talk to people his age). She knows he’s a bit thick with social cues, and his detective skills need work in her opinion but he’s skeptical and has good insticts. He might make her as Marinette if he’s there.
“Is he...”
“He’s with the Titans now, but theyre debating coming here to yell at the league.”
“Videoing it?”
“Obviously. Want a copy?”
“Ill make popcorn before watching.”
“Rkc are doing well by the way—stopped a human trafficking ring and i think they took the victims.”
“Harley’s working with them,” marientte got he update earlier. “Hood and zsasz took out the lower and mid tier that woudlnt snitch. The case should be smooth sailing—the sirens put out a blanket hit on anyone trying to touch the witnesses.”
“So managing two teams this whole time,” red murmured, almost... bitter, or disapointed in something—no someone. Himself?
“Just tweaking things. Daesuqa handles most the team since she found me and Chat. Apparently she was compatible enough to do a lot of the non-fighting work. I still did battle strategy and all but,” Marinette shrugged.
“She focused in survival aspects here, and long term stability for Gotham. Daesuqa has handled most of non-kwami work here outside of kwami and candidates,” Max added. “On top of her work as a student and designer and inventor.”
Red Robin groaned. “When do you sleep?”
Marinette hummed. “I have meds to make me. And angry family to make me take them.”
“Her... what are we calling him now?” Mac was asking about Felix, adiren’s gremlin cousin who’s mom isntryign to adopt her. Also a fellow reverse theif and possessive friend.
“Uh, gremlin.”
“Her gremlin calls to let is know if she does get rest on the weekends and we trade off on weekdays.”
Red robin hummed into the phone. “So staying to the shadows?”
Trixx and Tikki looked up at Marinette at that. tikki wanted her to be the Ladybug, the be seen and everywhere and she...
Trixx knew why Marinette liked the shadows and background. Trix understood that bit.
“Yeah, i’ll still play in between and have some kwami things for life now.” She and Chat were working out gaurdian duties still.
She wasnt interested in the JL.
@emeraldpuffguide @ilovefluffbutsmutisalsogreat @mystery-5-5 @weird-pale-blonde-person @dast218
#maribat au#maribat#bio! dad au#bio!dad strange#bio!dad au#ml au#my au#my idea#marinette strange dupain cheng
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Sometimes I get this crackhead idea of rosie explaining the story of where each of her kids came from. Like this girl probably has the most emotional roller coaster story for a life that you jist don't know whats gonna happen next . Like
Malakaid, the first:
" So while I didn't actually birth him. Funny story with that. I was suppose to have a son previously but I had a bad car accident, had a still born, and honestly kinda lost my mind for a while dealing with it. If you couldn't already tell about me, I deal with grief violently. So like I get put on temporary suspension cuz I accidentally had like a police brutality case against me. im losing my mind in my house, then my partner calls me up on this lead on a lab bust i told him to investigate . Me, desperately trying to alleviate the nothingness, go to the spot because I know the scientist and hate him so I'm gonna ruin his shit again. And you know what I find? A wholeass baby boy and the corpse of a dead lady that looks like her stomach got eaten out.
Ya know what my first instinct is? I have baby fever and an empty nursery, I'm gonna take this baby and no one is gonna stop me. Why? Because its not like the government is gonna take care of him. Hes much safer with me and Rocky , and I'm a grieving mother. You dint say no to a grieving mother. Poor rocky thought I stole the baby but im good at persuasion and he lets me keep him! I liked the name malakaid and it stuck. Sure, he doesn't cry , grows really fast, and stares ominously at everything, but isn't that like the perfect baby? I was in love the moment I held him. My baby fever was finally sated."
Mia, the second:
" Oh, ahaha, now that was is like super funny. It goes hand in hand with the whole mess with malakaid. So, remember that scientist i said i was gonna fuck his shit up in his lab? Yeah, well turns out he made malakaid. And he's pretty pissed i robbed his creation again. No, I will not elaborate on that. So, anyways, he was making this kind of zombie virus and decided as vengeance hes gonna stick me with the prototype as incentive to give him back my son. It backfired on him because at first it worked great on me.
I suddenly got stronger, faster, my teeth and nails were like reinforced metal. All was fine and dandy, until I started had this ungodly craving for meat and started throwing up blood all over the place. I hate hospitals but uh, nobody knows whats wrong with me and I'm a danger to society with this unknown uncontrolled illness.
How does this have anything to do with Mia? Well, you learn a lot of funny things while you're in a hospital with sickness. Running a whole lot of test to know whats going on. Turns out one of the initial side effects of whats in my system made me reeeeally frisky.. who would've thought this broken body of mine could actually hold something in it? But im dying, there's no point in thinking about that. The thing is gonna die with me too , and Rocky didn't want any kids in the first place. Malakaid was enough. So I dont say anything. It'll be easier on Rocky that way.
As I'm getting worse, treatment only minimally holding back whatever this bug is, my mind is going to. That scientist Toruga is promising he has the solution if only I give up my son, but ya know what I got to say? Eat shit and die. Over my dead body, literally. So I accept that I'm gonna die.. you know who doesn't wanna die? Turns out, angels are immune to the illness, so by extension so was the baby. Im dying slowly, but the bun in the oven is going just fine.. needless to say, Rocky isn't happy that I kept this from him. I'm gonna die and hes gonna be stuck with two kids.. not exactly proud with my reaction. Ya know, talk about dramatic throwing myself off a roof right? Luckily rocky is always there to catch me. Talk some sense into me. Make peace with what might be the end.
Its kind of scary, you know? I've died before, but its like this time there wasn't gonna be anyone to bring me back to stop me.. then boom, we have the answer. Become an angel, cure the illness, and I live. With a lot of physical therapy and a wheel chair, eventually Mia is born. And I never thought I could love her as much as I did when I looked at her round potato face. I masterfully evade death yet again , and I got my hand full with two"
Thursday:
" Hes.. complicated. All this death, it feels like one thing goes wrong after the other. I've lost my rocky, in struggling with my team, and my two each need special attention. I've got so many people gunning for my head, I've got a reputation to withhold as the unbreakable.. but some people are clever enough to find the loophole. It felt like I was human again, being weak and vulnerable. And all the new scars I get from being overdosed a couple of times. Not a great time at all. I make it out but at what cost? A lot of controversy i couldn't deal with. Lot of secrets. But in the end I have this ball of dough, and it takes me a while to warm up to him. Who would've thought he would be the sweetest of my bunch, after everything he came from? Life works in funny ways. You never know what you'll be handed. "
#:ooc:#from this moment forward i shall ramble about out of context content of my own ocs#and no one shall stop me#my dash is quiet rip if u have to see this#tw: pregnancy#tw: suicide#really just mentions it vaguely but to be safe
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If Only Someone Looked At Me Like They Look At Guns 1
When I bought the secondhand bookstore in South Boston, my dad thought I'd lost my mind. What was I, a native West Virginian, going to do all alone in Boston? Sell books, I'd thought. And live my life, finally, I added.
I had spent a healthy portion of my life being the perfect daughter. The one who gave and gave and made sure that I did everything in my power to make my parents proud. I gave everything to everyone, until there was little left for myself. Now, at thirty years old, I could finally have something for myself.
Besides which, have you ever seen Boston? It's gorgeous and colorful. However, when my dad helped me move into the apartment I'd leased within walking distance to my new, old store "As the Page Turns" he wasn't impressed.
"Really, Tessa?" He asked, looking around. "You're going to be homesick. This place is too noisy, it's too dirty. You're going to miss good ol' West Virginia."
Dirty and noisy? Coal mines, I thought, and the plants that made it smell or shot smoke up into the air weren't the same? Instead of arguing, I diverted him with the manual labor of the move. "You going to help me with this bed, Dad? Or should I ask a neighbor?" That got him moving.
It didn't cure his nagging. Not before he headed home, nor after he'd arrived. It made the weekly phone calls a bit of a hassle. I wanted to talk about how I was making my store a success. He wanted to bring up the things I'd left behind. I wanted to discuss the changes I made as the money started to come in earnest. He wanted to listen for a sign of homesickness. Not a call passed without at least one, "You ready to come home yet?"
Two years, I thought, walking to work in the early morning sun. I was smiling. I loved my life. I was busy. I made the store a reasonable success, adding a coffee bar and pastries to the space. And I had regulars and new customers almost daily. Success was sweet, I thought, as I unlocked the beveled glass front door and listened to the comforting jingle of the bell.
The phone rang almost as soon as I dropped my bag behind the counter. Since I wouldn't be opening for another half an hour, I had a pretty good guess of who was calling.
"Morning, Dad!" I answered, taking the cordless phone with me to start up the coffee and espresso machines. I wondered if his call would be over by the time my daily pastry delivery came. "What's up?"
"Tessa, you shouldn't answer the business phone like that." He admonished. Great start, Dad, I thought. "Why don't you have your cell phone on?"
Ugh, I thought, the chastisement with a side of criticism. Lucky me.
"My Blackberry is in my pocket. I must not have heard the call come in." I answered. "Sorry, Dad." Tessa, I thought, stop fucking apologizing, you're an adult. "How are you? Is something wrong?"
I heard him sigh. "Yes, in Boston."
"What?" I asked, wandering the store to make sure I'd put everything in order when I'd closed the evening before. The counters were clean, the leftover pastries went to the soup kitchen nearby, and the shelves were stocked and orderly.
"Don't you read or watch the news?" Irritation was so heavy on his voice that I could feel the glare across states. Why couldn't my parents have had another child so I could share this guilt and misery? "Those vigilante murderers are back in Boston. I think you should come home."
I rolled my eyes. "Dad, I do watch the news. It's just been busy. This past week's been insane." I rolled my shoulders, feeling the tension build. "And why would I care about vigilantes? Didn't they kill mob people? I sell used books and coffee." Logic, I thought, would hopefully work. "Why would I be in danger?"
"Tessa, they killed a priest." He groaned. "Why wouldn't you listen to me before running away to Boston?"
Running away? I was thirty years old when I relocated, for fuck's sake. "Dad, I'm not Catholic, nor are you." I reminded him gently. "I'm certainly not a priest." I let out a sigh I hadn't noticed I was holding. "I'm fine. I'm happy." The stress moved from my shoulders to my neck belying my words. "I'll be safe. Besides, I highly doubt they've returned. And even if they had, they couldn't be stupid enough to come back to their old stomping grounds."
Another sigh and groan from his end. "You never used to be this stubborn." Yeah, because I was too busy making sure everyone else was happy. "Didn't you tell me the bar they used to frequent was close to your store?"
Damn it. Why had he remembered that tidbit in all that I'd told him about my store? Why couldn't he recall how excited I'd been at finding the rare book one of my customers had asked for? And why had I thought sharing the 'local colorful history' of my new home with my overbearing dad? In my defense, I didn't know that someone would kill a priest.
A tap came to the front door and I nearly cheered at the interruption. "Dad, I have to go, my pastries are here." Rushing through another round of I'll be safe and ending with round of "I love yous".
I let out another sigh and ran to unlock the door. The jingle of the bell calmed me a bit as Marco, the bakery's delivery guy came in with the first load of boxes. As I rolled my shoulders and tried to crack my own neck to release the tension, Marco left for the second and last load. After checking to make sure everything was accounted for, I offered him his usual tip. A double espresso.
"Ah, that hits the spot, Tess." He smiled. "You ok?"
I assured him I was fine and we chatted about this and that.
"Better hit the road. Don't want the boss to get pissed." He said, tossing the small cup in the trash. "See ya tomorrow." I waved him out.
"Could you flip my sign?" I asked, and he smiled and did it. "Later, Marc."
I moved to fill the pastry case. Using the decorative towers and plates that I'd picked up at one of the Farmer's Market stalls. The jingle of the bell made me raise up and offer my usual greeting. "Welcome to As the Page Turns, can I help you?"
He was taller than me, but then again almost everyone was. His incredibly blue eyes crinkled with a smile as he took me in behind the counter. The pastry boxes were almost all empty and the display was filled. I was wearing a pair of skinny jeans, a loose v-neck brown t-shirt, and a pair of canvas sneakers. My auburn hair piled loosely into a bun on the top of my head and my ever present and much needed glasses perched on my nose, not thick enough to hide my green eyes.
Since he was clearly inventorying my assets as it were, I decided to do the same for him. Dark hair, looking like he'd used shears to cut it in the dark, crowned his head. His skin was sun kissed but not tan, and he wore a peacoat, black t-shirt, jeans, and boots. I could see a bit of a tattoo peeking from the collar of his coat on the left side of his neck. Another tattoo was on his right hand, along his index finger. A word, "AÈQUITAS". Huh, Latin. Justice? I felt a tingle of curiosity.
His smile turned to a smirk and I waited, raising an eyebrow under my glasses. I had my usual customer service smile on, but felt a little smirk of my own forming. Both confirming our inspection of the other, and finding it agreeable. He finally spoke.
"'Eard dis wus de place fer a master coffee on dis street." His Irish brogue is full and strong.
"Did you now?" I asked, my smile widening. "Whose singing my praises?"
"Doc." Ah, I thought. The sweet, if a bit different, owner of Mcginty's Bar, the place my dad had brought up in his call.
"What can I get you?" I asked, grinning at the thought of how many day drinkers Doc sent my way to sober up. This man, however, looked like he had recently woken up. Perhaps,he had a late night, if the slight red in the white of his eyes were telling the tale properly.
"Two av the largest black coffee yer 'av. Strong." He answered. A late night then, I smiled.
"Shot of espresso sounds in order." His eyebrows raised. "Don't look alarmed, I'll add it to the regular coffee." I turned to the machine behind me and started the two cups. "How is Doc?" I asked over the noise and my shoulder.
"'E's gran. Jammers, oi tink." Jammers, I thought, trying to make sense of the words he used. Traffic jams came to mind so I translated that Doc was busy. I had plenty of Irish immigrant customers, and I was slowly learning some of their vernacular. It was rough going, but interesting.
Capping the two large cups with black lids and sliding them into the brown sleeves that would protect my customers from burning themselves on the heat pouring from the hot coffee inside, I turned. "Well, tell him I'll try to stop over this afternoon with his favorite treat." I handed him the coffee. "Are you new in town?"
He shot me a strange look, but seeing me waiting behind the till, he gave another grin. "Aye, just visitin' for business." He chuckled at his own joke. "Ye new? Yisser accent is different."
I had heard that a great deal when I moved here. "Yep, I'm from West Virginia." My smile stayed in place. He's an odd duck, I thought, but Doc never sent me anyone dangerous or violent, so I felt safe. "Hope you enjoy your visit." I told him his total and he handed me a large bill. Opening the register to give him his change he waved me off.
"Naw, lassy, that's for yer." His smile was sweet, but the tip was twice as much as his coffees cost. I opened my mouth to protest, but he stopped me again. "Naw, oi ill in my brown 'ear it. Doc acts loik de sun shines from yer side av de street an' oi can tell why. Yer take care av 'imself, an' we take care av ours."
"Doc's a sweetheart. He reminds me of my late grandpa." I answered, smiling at the jist of what he said. "It's no hardship to check in on him." I put the extra cash under the drawer. If this strange man came back, his coffee was paid for. "I'm Tessa, by the way." I held out my hand.
"Murphy." He answered, simply, taking my hand. His hands were calloused and rough. Like the men I was raised around and the ones working in the factories here.
"Nice to meet you, Murphy." I said, my smile genuine.
The bells on the door jingled again. Another strong Irish voice called out before I could give my standard greeting. "So that's wha yer were- keepin' company wi' a juicy lassy instead av bringin' de coffee, yer arse."
I looked up and the usual greeting caught in my throat. Dear Lord, I thought, the dim light of the store allowing the beams of early morning sun to settle around the newcomer like a halo. Sun bleached brown hair, cut as haphazardly as Murphy's, light blue eyes, and scruff on the planes of his tanned face. Clearing my throat and my mind of how beautiful he was, I finally found my voice.
"Welcome to As the Page Turns." Jesus, why did I sound squeaky and breathless at the same time? "Guess one of these is yours?" I gestured at the two cups on my counter.
He turned his full attention to me and my mouth went dry as I watched him take the same inventory of me as Murphy had. Only this time I felt inadequate. I fought the urge to squirm.
"Damn it, Conner, stop starin' at 'er loike she's bill skinner. She looks loike a colt ready ter bolt." Murphy's voice broke the weird hold. 'Bill skinner'? I wondered. The horse bit I completely understood.
I cleared my throat again. "So, Connor, is it?" I asked, holding out the same hand that Murphy had shaken. "Visiting for business as well?"
Connor, the archangel of beauty choked on his own tongue as he took my hand and shot a look at Murphy. They were silent for a beat, my hand locked in the calloused heat of Connor's while they stared at each other. Great, pretty, but another weirdo.
"Aye, business." He answered, a smile and chuckle as he returned to face me. "An' yer are?"
I really wished I knew the joke. That had these two laughing every time I mentioned business.
"'Er name is Tessa. Whaich yer wud 'av known if ye'd gotten oyt av scratcher and cum wi' me, loike oi tried ter git yer ter." Murphy answered, smirking.
Connor released my hand and I leaned my hip against the counter. "Are you business partners?" I asked, wondering what type of business they could be in. Rough hands, sun kissed skin, peacoats, hair that looked like a blind barber and blunt shears created the cut weren't usually what I'd associate with business travel. They could be sailors, I supposed.
Connor and Murphy laughed. Each picking up a cup of coffee. Murphy with his right hand, Connor with his left. "Business partners?" Connor smiled, taking an appreciative sip. "Naw, brothers."
Murphy sipped his own. Closing his eyes and sighing in gratitude. "Twins in fact." He added, opening his eyes.
Connor took another drink from his cup. He moaned indecently and it made my stomach clench. "Dis coffee is rapid. Yer 'av a gift. An' I'm jealous yer git ter enjoy it al' de time."
It was my turn to laugh. "Oh, I don't drink coffee." The look of horrified disbelief on both their faces was priceless. "I make it. I love the scent of it, but drink it?" I shuddered. "No thanks."
Murphy's eyebrows rose. "'Oy can yer make it if yer allerge it?"
Connor chipped in, shaking his cup. "An' make it taste loike dis?"
I noticed the ink on his hand as he shook the cup. Another word tattoo. "VERITAS" I reached into my tiny bit of high school Latin. "Truth," I said out loud, startling all of us. I blushed as their eyes fell to mine. I swallowed. "The truth is- my parents love coffee. When my mom died, I learned to make a decent cup so my dad could wake up to it. Worked as a barista for a bit. Still hate the taste."
Connor's eyes burned into me, making me curious again about the two of them. "Konnor, perestan' pyalit'sya, ty yeye pugayesh'." Murphy broke the silence in a murmur. The language sounded almost guttural. Russian? Strange.
Connor's eyes never left me as he answered. "Notò la mia mano, Murphy. Pensi che chiamerà la polizia?" The language he'd chosen sounded more lyrical. Wait, 'polizia'? Police?
I cleared my throat. "Well, this has been- interesting." I smiled, hoping to defuse whatever tension was between the three of us. "Could you please let Doc know I'll be over around lunch?" I asked, needing time to process. Hoping desperately they'd take the hint.
Murphy spoke again, tugging his twin away from the counter. "Naw problem, lassy. We'll be 'appy ter let 'imself nu. Say take 'er 'andy, Connor."
"Clap yer lay-ra, lass." Connor said, allowing his brother to steer him out the door, Murphy shooting me a wave.
Well, then, I thought. Going back to the pastry display, I started clearing the empty boxes. What the hell was all that?
Russian translation from Murphy: Connor, stop staring. You scare her.
Italian translation from Connor: She noticed my hand, Murphy. Do you think she'll call the police?
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ridiculous // david dobrik
a/n: hi :( sorry y’all i’ve been super busy and just kinda out of it, and my laptop broke so i’m saving up for a new one so ill be writing off my phone so pls don’t be mad!!! ily all and thank you for all the love in my absence :’) ALSO the request was vague so i got the idea and ran w it so i hope you like it :) side note: not sure if this is what you wanted and it didn’t turn out as good as i wanted but i’m rusty and typing on my phone SUCKS so pls don’t hate me :(
request: Can you write something about when David filmed with the Dolan twins ☺️
summary: david films with the dolan twins and friends and gets a little jealous (BC ANGSTTT) ((pre-relationship))
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Everyday was a crazy memory or adventure when being friends with the vlog squad. Although you weren’t a big vlogger yourself, you had found a home with them. All the time was spent with reckless decisions and lots of laughter. Today was no different, except there was a slight colab happening. David was gunna shoot some footage with the Dolan Twins. No girl in their right mind could not find them attractive, so of course your excitement was stemmed a bit from their looks. Since joining the friend group, you had meant countless people, but never the Dolan’s and today was the day to meet them. When a text was received from Zane to be ready for David to pick you up, you didn’t hesitate to rush out of bed and get ready. Without being too extra, you threw on a cute outfit and did your makeup.
Waiting on David felt like forever. Of course, you weren’t going to make a move on them or anything, but meeting a celebrity crush, or two, was kind of a big deal. David texted you once he pulled up and you bolted to his car, flopping into the passenger seat.
“Well someone’s excited to see me,” David teased, laughing loudly. You faked a laugh as Zane responded:
“No I know that excitement, because i’m feeling the same amount. It’s the Dolan excitement.” An actual laugh cackled out of you as you shook your head.
“What are you talking about?” David asked as he peeled out of your driveway. You shrugged, not wanting to discuss your silly crush.
Zane answered for you, “Are you blind? The twins are attractive ass guys, so of course y/n is gunna get all cute and shit.”
“Or you guys could have just left it alone. Maybe I wanted to dress cute bc he’s recording? You don’t know,” you shrugged, facing forward, trying to hide the slight flush to your cheeks.
“I doubt they’ll pay any attention to you anyway,” David said, tensely. Your head whipped to look at him, clearly offended. David shot you a look, regret written on his face. “No I don’t mean that, just that-well we’ll be filming, so-“
“Fuck you,” you muttered, turning away.
“y/n,” David began before you rudely cut him off.
“It wasn’t that big of a fucking deal. I never said I was gunna make a move. I think Ethan is cute and didn’t want to look like a slob, but don’t worry, it won’t ruin your fucking vlog, since he won’t notice me anyway right?” you snarled, angrily. David knew that trigger. You grew up in a school where you were never noticed or valued all of high school. Boys wanted you for your body and would text you gladly and ignore your existence in person.
“I’m sorry I didn’t mean it-“ he started again, but you crossed your arms over your chest.
“No you did, I’m not some gorgeous vlogger, so why would he pay me any attention. It’s not like I’ve had a guy since I’ve been here. But don’t worry about it, I’m used to it by now,” you snapped. After this, David drove in silence. Zane didn’t dare speak either. You sat there, so angry and hurt, tears welled up in your eyes. Even if he didn’t mean it that way he had no right to judge you or feel any way about it. For months you had tried for David and dropped hints of flirting, and he never payed you any mind. Now, he’s got something to say about you putting a little more effort for another guy? Ridiculous. The rest of the car ride was silent. You turned as far away from David as you could and watched the scenery changed until David parked. Zane climbed out of the car, glad to rid of the tension. You immediately followed, slamming the door shut.
A small smile was on Zane’s face as he wrapped an arm around your shoulder. “He didn’t mean it that way,” he said, softly.
“It doesn’t matter, he’s being a jerk,” you murmured.
“Well let’s go introduce you to some sexy men, so smile,” he teased, making you shake your head as you both walked into the building. It was a big space with some skateboarding ramp, you weren’t too sure. It was brightly lit and you smiled. After a deep exhale, you calmed your nerves and anger and focused on walking in sync with Zane. An outburst from Zane broke your focus for you to see Grayson and Ethan walking over.
“What’s up?” they called, walking over to you both, meeting you in the middle of the room.
“Nice to see you guys,” Zane smiled, hugging them both.
“Hi,” Ethan smiled over to you. Internally you felt yourself scream and externally you felt a slight blush.
“Hi, I’m y/n,” you smiled back.
“He’s knows, he watched David’s new vlogs and asked if you were coming,” Grayson smirked, watching Ethan roll his eyes, clearly not embarrassed. You bit back a smile as you fangirled internally. As you were going to say something, you heard David’s loud laugh.
“You ready to shoot?” David called, grinning. Sighing, you glanced over and saw his smile falter slightly.
“We’re always ready,” Grayson said. Before you knew it, the guys were all doing dumb stuff and laughing and you sat back, just laughing at them. You watched as they messed around and relaxed on a couch near them. Your relaxed state returned to nervous as Ethan approached you, sticking out a hand. Quizzically, you looked up at him.
“I’m gunna teach you,” he smirked, showing the board in his hand. You laughed loudly and shook your head, signaling no.
“I’m not trying to break a bone or my neck,” you laughed, remanding seated.
“See but that’s why I’m here, to break your fall, and hold your hands,” he smirked as he saw your cheeks flush slightly.
“Tempting,” you teased, debating his offer.
“Sounds like you need more convincing,” Ethan said, pursing his lips in thought before a smirk returned. “Any injury you get, I have to kiss better,” he proposed.
“Guess I’m gunna have to fall face first,” you mumbled, taking his outstretched hand.
“I might push you in that case,” he replied, tugging you up. Your face flushed at the fact he heard you. “Alright, let’s get you set up.” His other hand dropped the board and you climbed on, understanding the jist of it. His other hand grabbed yours as he began to pull you on the board, slowly.
“What are y’all doing?” Zane screamed, making the flush on your face deepen.
“I’m teaching princess over here how to ride a skateboard,” Ethan smirked, looking at your fake shocked face.
“You never offered me personal lessons,” Zane pretended to pout, making you laugh. Your eyes glanced to see David standing there with a scowl.
“Grayson can teach you!” you called, making everyone laugh slightly. David remained unmoved, glaring.
“Alright do you wanna try to push yourself?” Ethan asked, looking down at you.
“I’m okay,” you laughed, continuing to hold his warm hands. You watched as Zane tried the ramp and laughed loudly as he fell on the ramp, making both you and Ethan distracted. With no attention being paid to the board, Ethan’s foot rammed into it and caused you both to fall on the ground, only making you laugh more. Your leg was scraped up a little bit, but you payed it no mind.
“Are you okay?” Ethan asked, laughing with you. You nodded. “Guess I owe you a kiss,” he added with a smirk.
“Oh you totally made us fall on purpose!” you exclaimed, giggling.
“Me? You’re the one who was supposed to be paying attention!” he teased back. Suddenly, David’s loud steps made you both turn.
“Ethan what the hell?” David exclaimed, looking down at you. “You hurt her!”
“David, we fell, it was an accident,” Ethan said, looking up at David with a confused expression.
“It’s not even bleeding,” you added, confused as well. David tugged your body off the ground, calling Zane over to leave.
“I knew you shouldn’t have come,” David snarled, starting to pull you towards the door.
“David what the fuck?” you said, stopping abruptly.
“I’m gunna take you home,” David said, annoyed.
“Why? I’m fine,” you asked, lost on where this anger came from.
“No you’re hurt and you will get hurt here,” David said, sternly.
“What the hell are you talking about?” you asked, ripping your arm away from him.
“Ethan is just going to try and sleep with you, and then you’re gunna be devestated,” he said, glaring at you. To say you were confused was an understatement.
“We were just flirting. I never said I was gunna go home with him!” you exclaimed, angrily. “And if I did it’s not any of your business.”
“He’s talking about kissing you and then let you fall off the skateboard!” David shot back.
“David we were barely moving and I scraped my leg. Why are you losing your shit? And you’re not gunna tell me when to go home,” you said.
“Fine then I’m going to go the fuck home, get a ride from Ethan or something,” he replied before heading out the door. Your mouth hung open before the anger hit you. Without another thought, you were rushing out the door and towards his Tesla, walking after him. The bright sun shone down on you as you called after David.
“What is your fucking problem?” you screamed. “You’re pissed for what reason?” He continued to ignore you. “Okay, fine, don’t talk to me and be childish,” you screamed, going to turn around, but the sight of David angrily turning to face you stopped your movements. You stood near the trunk of his car and his body whipped around and left no space between you two.
“Childish? I’m childish? You’re flirting with one of my friends and wondering why I’m pissed. Then he hurts you and you don’t care? Like are you that easy, a smile and some flirting makes you melt? I’ve been trying for months to get your attention and he swoops in and you’re just about to kiss him?” he yelled, placing your body in between him and the car. You stood there, eyes wide at him.
“What are you talking about?” you asked, quietly.
“I have wanted you for months now and you show no interest in me. I try to drop hints and you don’t show a care. I’ve been trying for months and then you’re just gunna go after one of my friends?” he snaps, running his fingers through his hair, roughly.
“You haven’t tried anything? You’ve been nothing but friendly to me. You never made a move and you have all these beautiful girls surrounding you and you want me to believe you wanted me this whole time?” you said in disbelief.
“I never wanted went after anyone else!” he exclaimed, still angry.
“Fuck you for playing with my emotions right now,” you muttered, going to move away from him.
“Playing with your emotions right now? You’re the one all flirty and shit with my friend!” he yelled, clenching his fists.
“Because you never showed you cared more than a friend, and I’m sorry I didn’t want to sit around and wait for you to like me the way I like you-“ you rambled before being interrupted.
“Like,” he said, calmly. His eyes looked away from you for a second.
“What are you say-“ you again were cut off by David as he spoke:
“Shut up, y/n,” he whispered, leveling his face with yours. Anger had left you as you felt the air being taken out of your lungs. He stood there, looking over all sorts of your face before speaking softly, “You’re fucking ridiculous,” he breathed. That’s when the anger came back over you.
“I’m ridiculous? You’re fucking ridiculous, fu-“ Before you could finish your angry tangent, David’s body collided with yours. His lips pressed against yours, roughly. Immediately, your body relaxed and your hands grasped his shirt. His body pushed you against the car as he guided the kiss, digging his fingers into the kiss. Your mind became hazy as you couldn’t think of anything besides how good his lips and body felt against yours. He licked and tugged at your bottom lips making you sigh into the kiss. Months of craving this moment and it was finally here. You let your fingers tangle into his wavy hair, running through it and tugging on the ends ever so slightly, making him deepen the kiss. All his pent up anger he was letting out in this kiss, showing you how frustrated you had him and you wanted to moan at the feeling. Right as you parted your lips, Zane’s loud cackle halted the continuation.
“I knew this shit would happen,” Zane smirked, looking at both of your disheveled state. A blush came over your cheeks as your hands dropped to your sides. David remained standing exactly where he was, his grip not loosening on your hips.
“Zane, I need you to leave right now,” David breathed, laughing lightly.
“Without a thank you? You’re fucking welcome. I set all of this up so one of you dumbasses would make a move,” Zane replied. “You’re fucking welcome.” With that, Zane whipped around, adding, “I’ll grab a ride from someone else!”
You and David stood, looking at each other. Your mouth was parted in confusion and David’s had a big smirk plastered on his lips.
“What just happened?” you asked, eyebrows furrowed.
“y/n, shut the fuck up, I’m over your mouth today,” David said, smirking as your face changed to anger.
“Um excuse me I-“ you began once again, and of course were cut off.
“I have waited months for this moment and after today, I need my girl to relieve some of my stress that she caused me,” he breathed, leaning down to let his lisp hover over yours.
“Your girl? You never asked me to be-“ you shot back, tugging your face away from his, only have his finger lace around the back of your neck.
“Yes my girl, I like you and you said you like me and I’m not wasting another minute arguing with you,” David rushed out, leaning down to connect your lips again. You leaned into this kiss, letting his body support yours before he pulled away abrudptly. “I mean unless you don’t wanna be my girl, I’m sure Ethan would love to-“ he smirked.
“David, shut up,” you whispered, shaking your head.
“Hmm, I’ll make us both shut up,” he mumbled, leaning down to push you against the car and kiss you once again.
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Hi! So, i have an actual genuine question, but i really don't know how to word it. The jist of it though, is this: what's your opinion on the 'horror farms'? Like, the ones shown in 'documentaries', where the animals ARE treated terribly. Cows raised on corn and chickens that can't walk, that kinda stuff. Like, should i stay away from that meat, or does it actually matter at all? If I'm misinformed, please let me know, I'm just trying to educate myself!
It’s fine, ask away. I’m very blunt myself so just saying stuff works best I always find.
Horror farms. Yea I wanted some of those shows and honestly how would they stay in business? We have animal welfare checks and health inspectors that are by law allowed to come in and check any time they want too in anywhere they wish to see. Something they don’t like. They shut you down. Normally they give you a written warning with what they want fixed and a date to have it done by in which time they return to check and heaven help you if you didn’t do it.
We are under such tight scrutiny with health and animal care that what I’ve seen on some of those shows cannot be happening with the systems we have in place, that leads me to believe that what they show are places that do not have the same guidelines or systems.
That being said thou there are some factors that are true but are grossly exaggerated, let’s take the cattle eating corn. Yes. They do. Dairy need high energy foods to make milk otherwise they lose condition and that’s when you see cattle that look like all bones. Putting aside illness. Cattle are like athletes, they need proper nutrition to work and produce at peek levels. Corn is a high energy food. It’s also a useful crop, some of us grow it. Sell the seed grain which is the only part edible by humans. Then use the rest as cattle feed. We mulch it and mix it with other food stuffs for the cattle. That also works as a finishing feed for beef. We can also grow a fast growing type of corn I just call cattle corn. It’s smaller. Bitter and tough. We tend to mulch everything for the animals. In our case we silo it and ferment it for them. Every day. Two times in our case we have an automatic feeder that which the girls are in the barn it goes around and drops a pre set amount of feed in front of the cow to eat while we milk. This system has been in place since the 90s. Old but serves well. Our cattle have enjoyed it since they came in the line. Corn doesn’t kill. Same as fast food. If you eat too much you can get issues but when it’s coupled with exercise and roughage the cattle do well. As for beef. The pure corn diet is rarely the case because like candy. You can’t go long term on that. You get so many issues. That’s a short term diet for fattening up before market. Think of it like bulking up because we get paid by weight. But that animal is not fed that diet all it’s life. It would not survive on pure corn. The vast majority are grass fed till the last few weeks when they are moved to lots and fed up.
https://arrowquip.com/blog/animal-science/cattle-feed-plan
This one follows a lot like what we do here
Now as for chickens. I’m not a big scale chicken farmer. What we do is chickens and turkeys for ourselves. But since my family is huge we have plenty. My sister does this area these days. But we all pitch in. Now. What you see in places like wal mart is the massive chicken breasts. Those are often from the chickens that only love about six to eight weeks. Called a Cornish cross. We’ve tried them before and honestly. You have to butcher them soon because if you let them go longer that’s when you see the issues of being unable to walk and sickness. They are bred to be fast growing and huge. Truthfully this is what the markets want. Lots of meat for little cost. As terrible as it sounds. Think of it this way. You get a bunch of chickens this month you can be eating next month or shortly after. Feed cost is low and they grow big. I’m really torn on it myself because for people that have little food these animals could be a massive difference in food security. Yet their hearts and lungs give out due to the rate at which they grow. To feed people they are amazing. But for the animals themselves to have any quality of life, it’s gotta be short. We tend to have longer living animals that usually grow to fall and more laying hens. I can’t say there is right or wrong on this topic because again. It’s easy to say “ that’s terrible they live so short and I’m gonna eat something that lives longer” when you can afford to wait and put extra into the feed costs. But for some people that don’t have any money to spare and hardly any food.. what right do we have to demand they eat something someone else feels more ethical. I’m not going to judge it. It’s just not something I would raise personally.
Basically. If you live in a place that has long cold winters. The fresh strawberries in the store are not local.. hence they have been shipped in from somewhere, maybe go with something like potato’s. If you don’t live near an ocean and you want fresh seafood. Maybe not the right choice, you gotta see what farms are around you. Goats? Sheep? Cattle? Or your in a place that has loads of seafood and wildlife but few farms. Hence. Seafood and wild game might be better. You know your area better then me. Or you should learn it. Then decide from that what is best for local foods. I know it’s not easy to meet local farmers but you can go to a butcher shop and talk with them. You can get a good feel from a well run work environment that way and they usually won’t buy from poorly run places or stop buying if something about the animals isn’t right. I find a new tactic these days is buying into something as a group. We’ve been having these. A few people ask to buy a steer and each buy a share. Which they divy up after the butcher is done. I’ve seen groups of seven people all buy into one animal and I think that’s great. Nothing goes to waste and they all communicate amoung themselves to what they want and sometimes pop up to see how things are going. That’s an option too. Same as talking with smaller farms and ordering the finished meat too. You figure what your comfortable trying and if that’s just going to Walmart. Then you go there. Look past the labels because really. Grain fed organic beef in one freezer isn’t gonna be much different from the no name in another area <<. Grain fed means corn usually btw!. Then maybe work your way into farmers markets and buying there to someday maybe buying right from the farmer yourself. Good luck!
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Oh Fuck I’m TV Troping: A Short & Incomplete List of Bad Girls
Since that whole post about Bad Girls and Compassionate Male Heroes kinda blew up and the discussion just... isn’t stopping, I’ve been thinking of this trope a lot and uh, I guess I’m gonna list a bunch of examples of it since I’ve kinda been doing it already and it’d be nice to have them all in one spot I guess. Gonna put a cut because even though I don’t want to make a huge list, I still think this is gonna be long.
4 Tried and True Bad Girls - the following fit the archetype as I roughly defined it here pretty much to the letter. Of course, the thing about archetypes and tropes is that you don’t have to hit every single detail to still “count,” but it’s good to have a baseline.
Jessie
A member of an international crime syndicate, a notorious thief, and a recurring antagonist for the hero, Jessie from Pokemon is an excellent example of the Bad Girl trope because if you remove female pronouns while describing her, she basically fits the stock Bad Boy traits to a T. Aggressive and arrogant? Check. Prone to violent outbursts? Check. Intensely jealous of people who seem to have it easier? Check. Hidden tender side and tragic backstory? Check. Also she’s one half of the greatest romantic couple ever portrayed in fiction - and her counterpart is a compassionate, sweet-natured guy to boot!
Ryoko
I’m not going to fill this up with anime examples (though I probably could - Bad Girls are much more common in Japanese media), but I couldn’t resist including Ryoko, because she’s not just a Bad Girl - she’s a PIRATE, which, if my grandma’s collection of romance novels was anything to go by, is an incredibly popular occupation for a Bad Boy to have! More than that, she’s a space pirate, the plunderer of countless worlds, wanted by the space police force and considered a villain of legendary power. More than that, she can wield store brand lightsabers, shoot lasers out of her hands, and even spent a good chunk of time as a mummy! Ryoko’s personality is pure Dashing Rogue, the Bad Boy Girl who’s definitely a scoundrel but, maybe, just maybe, the kind of scoundrel who’s got a good heart. She definitely pines for love and an amount of stability, though she doesn’t want to stop traveling the stars as a boozing adventurer who gets into the most ludicrous scrapes. Everything about Ryoko plays up the ideas of a Bad Boy romance with the flair for drama and fantasy that a space opera can provide, except the Bad Boy is a girl and the sweet ingenue heroine is a boy.
Ryoko is who you wish Jack Sparrow would be.
Faith
Faith was introduced as a second Slayer in Buffy the Vampire Slayer, which was the result of magical shenanigans that suddenly rendered the whole “there can only be one slayer at a time” rule kinda moot. Ok that’s an extremely abbreviated summary and it’s really more complicated than that but I can already feel the non-Buffy fans falling asleep so let’s stay focused.
Since Buffy is, y’know, the main character, Faith was brought on to be her foil - an example of what Buffy wasn’t, but possibly could become. And since BtVS was a horror dramedy, Faith wasn’t a GOOD alternative - she was, explicitly, Buffy’s dark counterpart, from her brunette hair to her heavy and darker makeup to her rad leather jacket and, as the show frequently said, “slutty” wardrobe. Faith was more violent, more sexual, and more apathetic to others than Buffy was, and holy fuck did the show just hate her for it. Almost every character in it treated her like shit, with her sexuality in particular being a sticking point for many of them.
Faith is particularly interesting because she differs from Buffy (and the female cast at large) in almost the exact same ways that the show’s main Bad Boys, Angel and Spike, differed from its male characters - more violent, more sexual, darker clothes, etc. But while Angel and Spike get a great deal of sympathy from the narrative, Faith... didn’t. I mean they kinda sorta gave her some eventually, but most of it played out in the spinoff Angel, and the other characters continued to hold a grudge against her. Faith isn’t just an good example of the Bad Girl trope - she’s an example of how the reaction to Bad Girls differs from the reaction to Bad Boys, despite them being almost exactly the same.
Vriska Serket
OH FUCK IT’S HOMESTUCK
Ok, everyone still hates Homestuck, so I won’t belabor this point, but Vriska Serket, who is infamously the most divisive character in the entire story, is absolutely a bad girl. Arrogant, ruthless, abrasive, with a tragic backstory, a desire for both compassion and redemption, and a truly ambitious schemer, she ticks so many boxes and OH SHIT SHE’S ALSO A PIRATE. Like Faith, Vriska was in a story that had a lot of examples of Bad Boys too, and while the fandom fucking HATES Vriska, her Bad Boy counterparts are nowhere near as divisive, with one of them being extremely popular despite being a clown who murders people. The other one explicitly wants to commit genocide, literally saying almost exactly that, and is also far more well liked. WHY IS THIS?
But enough of the homestucks! Let’s move onto some...
Borderline Bad Girls - these ladies don’t fit the trope quite as neatly, but I still think they capture the jist, or at least used it as a base before experimenting in different directions. They are, at the very least, closer to the Bad Girl archetype than its sibling tropes, the Badass Heroine and the Femme Fatale.
Jessica Jones
I’m just gonna talk about the Netflix incarnation of this character, as I have not read the comic books featuring Jessica Jones and thus cannot comment on them.
The only real strike against Jessica Jones is that she isn’t a supporting cast member, like pretty much all other Bad Girls are. She’s the protagonist, the titular main character. That’s a unique honor for a Bad Girl to have! Otherwise, she fits - hard drinking, abrasive, rude, surly as hell, but with a tender heart, a tragic backstory, and a desire for redemption. Hell she’s even wearing the Bad Girl leather jacket.
Morrigan
Ok, we’re straying a bit far here, but I’m going to try to make a case here. Morrigan’s rudeness and abrasiveness isn’t quite as bombastic as the standard take on the Bad Girl trope - she actually phrases things very politely and speaks very softly most of the time, and is generally cordial to people when they are cordial to her. It’s the content of what she says, rather than the way she says it, that sets most people off. There’s also an odd naivety to Morrigan’s interactions that isn’t immediately noticeable because her vocabulary is so, well, verbose. She doesn’t make the “ill tempered thug” impression most Bad Girls make when they’re first introduced - she instead comes off as very sophisticated yet oddly ignorant of the civilized world, which is a very different starting point for a Bad Girl.
BUT! Morrigan’s character arc follows the rough path of a Bad Girl. She verbalizes a lot of callous and cruel ideas about the world when you first meet her, giving the impression that she is some sort of sadistic monster. It’s done in a very different way than the standard Bad Boy/Bad Girl, but it has the same effect - you are led to think this girl is a Bad Person very early on. And yes, to some extent she is - but, just like any other Bad Boy/Bad Girl, her actions later on show that’s not all there is to her, that, even if she isn’t aware of it, there is a loving core to Morrigan - she wants to be good.
Like most Bad Boys/Bad Girls, it’s eventually revealed that Morrigan’s childhood situation was NOT GREAT, and that she has been the victim of abuse and some very bad parenting. A great deal of her wickedness isn’t inherent to her, but something she was indoctrinated into - and, in TRUE Bad Boy/Bad Girl fashion, love, especially romantic love, makes her doubt her view of the world. It begins to break apart, and she gradually learns, to her confusion, horror, and eventually, hope, that there is another way to live - a better, kinder way.
One might argue that Morrigan doesn’t fit the Bad Girl trope, but another villainous female archetype instead. For instance, one might say she is instead a Femme Fatale, since she dresses all sexy like and whatnot - but Morrigan doesn’t really seduce people all that often in the narrative. Early on in the first Dragon Age game you have an option to ask her to seduce a guard, and Morrigan not only reacts in disgust, but instead horrifies the guard into letting you by instead (because Morrigan is great). The only time she does seduce someone is specifically to keep the main characters from an otherwise inevitable death via a dark magic ritual - and yes it does feel ridiculous to type that out, but 1. it makes more sense in context and 2. I think the ridiculous circumstances of this seduction kinda illustrates why it’s not really a core character trait of hers, which is why she doesn’t fit the Femme Fatale mold. Likewise, while one could say she fits the idea of a Vain Sorceress... well, other than being pretty and using magic, Morrigian really doesn’t. She’s not motivated by preserving her youth, and doesn’t really seem to care much for traditional beauty standards at all if her conversation with Leliana is anything to go by (though she does meet them anyway because, well, Video Games). Morrigan doesn’t really fit any villainous female archetype perfectly, but if we accept her as a Bad Girl, she makes for a particularly interesting example.
Hexadecimal
Straying further! Like Morrigan, one might be tempted to put Hexadecimal in the Vain Sorceress or Femme Fatale archetypes instead, but again, like Morrigan, she really doesn’t act like either of those two despite being a sexy lady who uses magic for villainous ends. Instead she’s defined by being the sort of superhero/action adventure cartoon variety of “crazy,” which isn’t based on any real mental illness, but rather an excuse for her to cause a lot of mayhem for no real reason. Unlike most “crazy” villains, though, Hex’s insanity is treated with sympathy by the narrative and the main hero - while most people would be willing to write Hex off as someone they’d rather live without, Bob, the hero, continually tries to reason with her and help her overcome her madness.
Most people wrote her off as a lost cause, but the hero showed her compassion. There’s smackings of a Bad Boy in that.
As the show goes on, Bob’s compassion for Hexadecimal is repaid with her own affection, and she slowly turns from villain to hero out of a desire to not only keep Bob safe, but make sure he’s happy - and she comes to realize he can’t be happy without the people he loves. Hex becomes a truly tragic and noble character towards the end of the show, as she knows Bob will never reciprocate her romantic affections but still remains on his side anyway, even saving the lives of people who argued against saving her. A villain who seems like a frothing mad dog, only to be turned into a hero after the compassion of a hero makes them realize the value of human life? That’s is SUCH a Bad Boy arc. Hexadecimal may not fit some of the aesthetic trappings of the Bad Girl archetype, but her arc fits it perfectly.
Harley Quinn
When she was first introduced, Harley Quinn wasn’t a Bad Girl so much as she was, like, the perky love interest of a bad guy. She wasn’t given enough focus and agency in the narrative to really fit the Bad Girl archetype. However, in recent years she’s been retooled a bit to work independently of the character she was designed to orbit, and as a result she may be our second example of a Bad Girl protagonist. She’s a supervillain, or at least was, and was in league with one of the worst at that. She’s loud and aggressive in combat, has a big bombastic personality, and revels in living an anarchic lifestyle. But, as her solo series shows, she does have a good heart deep down, adopting stray dogs and helping out fellow weirdos who have been left behind by a world that doesn’t give a damn about them. Harley Quinn is and has always been defined by her desire to be loved, which is very much a Bad Girl sort of trait - especially since that desire often leads to her acting out, just as most Bad Boys and Bad Girls act out because, ultimately, they haven’t been shown enough love.
Plus a lot of her modern designs add a leather jacket, and it just seems that once a girl wears a leather jacket she has at least a 70% chance of being a Bad Girl.
Azula, Mai, and Ty Lee
I had no idea where to put these ladies and whether or not they fit this archetype, but I felt they had to be noted because they’re very well known examples of complicated female villains who don’t fit the Femme Fatale archetype at all, which in turn makes them feel like pretty good candidates for Bad Girl-dom. Azula probably fits the archetype the closest, though you don’t see her desire for compassion until VERY late in the series (where she is, sadly, too far gone to get her redemption). Mai comes in close second, though her sullen demeanor oddly fits the Badass Heroine a bit better. And then Ty Lee... Ty Lee... I mean she’s like an even sweeter and kinder Harley Quinn, she hardly even counts as a villain except she works with the bad guys... I don’t know what we do with Ty Lee, guys. Ty Lee’s just her own thing.
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