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dreamauri · 11 months

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♪ — 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗗𝗔𝗬 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗠𝗨𝗦𝗜𝗖 𝗗𝗜𝗘𝗗 - part two max verstappen x girlfriend! driver! reader (angst) “. . . you were close to wining your first world title, until you weren't.”

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You arrived at the track with your parents, each at either of your sides, talking you through the weekend like it was your first time as you made your way to the paddock. You were exhausted. You've been trying to improve yourself all winter break. You wouldn't even consider it a break from all the training you’ve been doing.

The only good thing out of this was that your parents were agreeing on something ( which was treating you like an idiot who was ruining their image ). Although divorced, they still came to watch your every race and coached you through everything. They might have not been the best parents, instead of providing you with what you needed as a kid and adult, you were tweaked and regularly maintained into becoming a machine.

And it was paying off, you had successfully delivered a grand slam. Fatigue finally caught up to you as you slowed down to complete the cool down lap. You could hear booing from the grandstands. The hate from last season was still there. Claiming you were wasting money for losing the championship, suing the FiA, and for car damages. And that all that could've been avoided if you just opened your eyes and dodged the derbies.

And you of course, let the hate get to you. You drove by on the track, watching as many people cupped their mouths shouting your name and throwing thumbs down, the middle fingers, and other vulgar insults. This was a reaction you were quite used to as a female driver. What you weren't used to was the black liquid splashing onto you.

In quick reaction time, you were able to flip your visor up to see the track. But you were not ready to react to the second splash, a larger dosage this time. The unidentified chemical burned your eyes. Your first instance was to pull over and get out. You stumbled with the seat belt before running eyes closed to where you remembered you last saw marshals.

And that was another mistake. Your assailant was able to get to you before the marshals did. He tackled you down, shouting in your ear. His assault was short lived to your fortune. Max had stopped by your side and pulled him off you, delivering a good punch and pinning him to the ground.

Your eyes were washed out with water quickly after, helping you recover most of your vision. You spent your podium celebration in the hospital, getting your eyes treated.

Your parents fought in the background and you listened as the nurse applied droplets on your eyes. Your sight was weakened and sensitised. You were not going to be able to race next week, which hurt more than the whole incident.

later that night, Max successfully sneaked in to see you, scared to be caught by your parents or by paparazzi, or any other driver for that matter. No one needed to know how close you two had become. no one. you didn't need anyone up either your asses.

He was sitting on a chair beside your bed, bushing strands of hair off your face as you listened to the race on the TV, laying on your side quietly. "I'm so proud of you for being so strong, lieveling." [sweetheart] He whispered to you.

You opened your eyes for the first time, looking him straight in his gorgeous blue ones with an empty expression on your face. You sighed, leaning up and pressing your forehead against his. A gesture you two had developed throughout your relationship.

Max was quick to lean into your touch, cupping the back of your head gently to keep you close to him. You were so preciouses to him, it got him so scared he thought his soul would jump on his body. He was quick to react when he saw what happened, jumping out of the car and pulling the guy off you.

Seeing you so weak and hurting on the ground, Max wanted to do worse. It took all of his strength to hold himself back.

"Will she cross it first? And, yes she does! A great start of the season for Porsche with their star driver winning!" David Croft's voice came from the television. You pulled away from Max's touch to watch and see what happens next ( even though you knew ).

Max was quick to cover your eyes, gently pushing you back down on your side to rest. "I thought you said the doctor told you to avoid looking at screens and bright light." He reminded her, only receiving a scoff before you closed your eyes again.

"What's he doing here? There's a person right there- Oh! They- they dumped some sort of liquid on-" "OH SHIT." Max watched the footage, raging at the sight of the other man hurting you.

"That's Verstappen's car- Is he? Oh! Right in the face." “Bloody hell.” You sighed listening, reaching forward in search of the blonde's hand. You were grateful that he held yours instantly, intertwining your fingers together. "Max Verstappen ladies and gentlemen. The marshals will-" The television was turned off, giving you a moment with max.

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"Couldn't we go through a back door maybe?" To say you were scared was an understanding. Walking behind your parents in the paddock, you made sure you were all covered, too scared to face another rogue person. Sunglasses, cap, long sleeves, baggy pants.

"You're Porsche's golden girl." Your mother reminded you, rolling her eyes. "Stop being a pussy. And don't make me walk next to him." Your mother pulled you in between herself and your father, rotating your cap backwards to make you look less scared.

Your father only scoffed, starting a bicker with your mother as he wrapped an arm around your shoulder in an attempt to comfort you. You sighed, making eye contact with Max as you passed him.

Everyone was pretty sure you would end up strangling someone at this point, they could tell you were losing your cool. You weren't that same girl from last year and at some point you were going to snap, maybe sooner than expected.

Anger was bubbling inside you as you took off your helmet. After parking in the garage you marched over to Perez who had clipped your car, costing you a flying lap, Q1 and Q2. It was all in vain as well because he did not even improve his standing.

Thankfully, Max was quick to stop you, pulling you back from your bicep before things got dirty. "Why are you here?! Why don't you go celebrate with your team or something? Huh?" You pushed him away proceeding with your fight against Checo ( who looked absolutely shocked and apologised multiple times, but you were not having it ).

And when it was race time, you were a beast. From P19 to P2 you were attacking max, switching positions with him every few seconds. Cuss words slipped from your mouth each time he overtook you. You eventually parked in the P2 spot, heaving from the battle that lasted to the last second.

You screamed as you got out, not from joy or excitement. From anger. Slamming the steering wheel on the asphalt, you were not satisfied. It was not enough. You were hugged by your team and praised by your parents before taking your weight and sitting in the cool down room.

Taking your helmet off for the first time gave you room to breath as you sat in the chair, closing your eyes and leaning backwards. "That was a good race." You heard Max say from beside you, running a towel gently over your face.

There mustn't have been another person or cameras in the room. So, you were currently sitting beside your boyfriend, not your rival. "Tell me about it." You sighed, sinking into the chair tired. "You did very well, I'm proud." You could hear the smile in his voice, and you looked to see. He was indeed smiling at you, but you still felt . . . frustrated.

"But I lost." You scoffed sitting upright. You wanted to be angry at him, but you couldn't. You just couldn't.

And when it came time to celebrate, you put down the trophy as soon as you received it. Looking at it, the only thing you felt now was shame. When the Austrian anthem came to an end and champagne bottles were opened to be sprayed, you were downing the bottle instead.

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phantomenby · 2 years

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And you call yourselves vampires

Don’t know if you’ve ever watched the originals or vampire diaries, but what about poly!lost boys with a vampire!s/o that’s like the original vampires? Like regular stakes don’t kill them, sun doesn’t burn them, and they can use compulsion?

Thank u para la anon <3 I hope u like it

It would be interesting

They're definitely isolated under Max's influence

and I think it shows by the fact they don't fully understand the thread of the Emersons and the hunter heritage

You would be a welcome treat and I'm sure they'll welcome you to their pack

But first, a little fun

You were a traveler, ever since your sire had gotten sick of keeping you by his side you had traveled all over the world in your two hundred years of freedom.

The best part about being a vampire was the ability to keep going no matter how much the world around you changed.

You had been born in 1654 to a noble family that was respected for its large farmland and wealth from ruling over the town your father's lineage had passed down through the generations.

When you were nineteen years of age you were in your second season of courting after being too ill to complete the first, you were quite the frail little human.

Your sire had found you not long after your birthday, when you were walking through the extravagant gardens on your family's land, he hadn't wasted a moment before hypnotizing you and convincing you to come home with him.

Within a few days, you had completed your turning and were now destined to live with him for eternity.

Or so he had thought, not expecting you to be so defiant considering the environment you were raised in, being taught to respect a man's word above all else.

Now it was nearing the end of the twentieth century and the new millennia would soon be upon you.

Only now you were in a much better place, having met your true mates after the first world war. You had traveled over to the new world in the mid-nineteenth century but had never gone further than Texas, once you entered the West coast you had felt a pull in your chest leading you closer to the sea where you met them.

Your four precious boys.

"God, I hate this fucking shithole, I swear all it's good for is the sun," you kicked the bathroom wall, hissing as your nail hit the cold tile, it wouldn't leave any damage but it always stung.

You had moved to a town on the edge of the West Coast of the US, wanting to find somewhere known for its sunny weather that you could blend in to, when your friend John had recommended this place to you you had thought it would be like living in a movie. Instead, you were calling out plumbers most days to fix the ancient water system of your beach house.

"That boardwalk better be worth it or John's gonna lose his head for this," muttering angrily to yourself as your shower finally turned on, icy water spraying you and making you jump back with a yelp, "fucking shit!"

Huffing angrily you glared at the steady stream of water now flowing from the tap, steam rising as it warmed up. Stepping in you let it run over you, soothing your muscles. Rubbing your flesh with sweet-smelling soap you began to hum, since you woke there was a funny feeling in your chest, but not knowing what was causing it you decided to just ignore it. It wasn't a sign of danger so you were safe and free to relax. Grabbing a bottle of two in one shampoo and conditioner you had stolen from a hotel you stopped at you began to lather it in, enjoying the scent of cocoa butter coming from it.

Your shower had set you in a better mood, washing away any anxiety about a new place you had yet to explore. When you arrived at three in the morning, driving along the front til you reached your new home, you were surprised to see so many people still out and about in the early hours of the morning.

Regardless it would mean being out late when you went hunting wouldn't be seen as too odd.

Good thing I don't have any neighbors, you thought wrapping your fluffy blue robe around you and heading to the suitcase you had packed full of clothing. Unzipping it and reaching in looking for your yellow bathing suit, pulling out some loose pants and a cropped shirt. The heat didn't affect you the same as humans but it would certainly look odd if you dressed like you did back at home in Scotland.

You spun in front of your mirror, admiring yourself, "ah! You're a star babe, now for the shoes-" you looked around the room for your heeled boots, picking them up from beside the door and sliding them on after some thick white socks with pale yellow flowers on them.

"Now I just need my bag- fucks sake dude you left it in your car," forget about neighbours, good thing no one lived with you, they'd think you mad with how often you talked to yourself. Though that's how it was for most nomads, even when they settled down like you did.

Waltzing outside you let the sun warm your skin, hopping into your convertible and smiling in glee at the sight of your wallet still there even after being exposed overnight.

The sun was low in the sky, signaling the end of your first day in the town, you had spent most of it unpacking and looking at maps to decide what you wanted to do. Santa Carla was full of cliffs and woodlands and would be perfect for hunting and exploring in your free time. So far you hadn't met any others like you but you could sure as hell sense them, they weren't the same as you but they held an air of familiarity.

As you drove down you took in all the shops, there were more as you got to a central part of the coastline, the boardwalk, as it began to light up your eyes took it in with awe. It certainly boasted a lot of fun things to try, you could tell your favorite would be the Ferris wheel, the view must be amazing from that height.

Parking in a large lot besides some houses you made sure to lift the roof back up, taking note of all the delinquents standing by the wire fences, watching people coming and going with dark looks. At least if they did do any damage you could justify eating them, you had a feeling food would be in abundance here.

The night was lively, crowds were growing the darker it got as people flocked to the vibrant beacon in front of them, you were becoming immersed in the scents of fried food from various stalls and it was then your stomach decided to let out a large rumble.

Well when in Rome you thought, usually avoided anything too greasy, yes you could digest it but it always made you a little bloated in the morning. But looking around at the stalls before you it seemed there was little else to choose from, so you decided to walk towards a hotdog stand and grab two, scarfing them down as you headed towards the end of the boardwalk.

Climbing into a lone rider seat on the Ferris wheel you gazed around at the sight before you, the higher you got the smaller the humans below looked and the more peaceful it became as their chatter droned out to a dull buzz.

The ocean was even better, dark and imposing, like a deadly abyss surrounding the town. If you stared into the sky long enough you could see distant stars glowing above, unfortunately, the light pollution from modern technology made it much harder to appreciate the sky at night.

Once it began to descend you decided to look towards the opposite end of the boardwalk, feeling an odd tug in your chest. Expecting it was coming from another supernatural being you let your eyes rake over the crowd, skirting along the edges of the various buildings when you assumed they might be lurking in the shadows, perhaps having also sensed you.

Instead, you noticed nothing, the only ones looking devious enough were the gangs gathering and glaring at each other, there was the group of 'surf-nazis' you had already had been warned about by John and his partner Jay who were known to harass innocent beach goers if they so much as breathed near the water when a good wave was rising.

Moving on your eyes flickered over to a video store, in front were a group of bikers who were-

Wait

They were staring at you, well two of them were, a platinum blonde man who was smirking like he knew a joke you weren't in on as he took another drag of his cigarette and a stony brunette with the glossiest hair you had ever seen on a man. There was no way they should have been able to lock on to you from this far away, it was easy to tell that they were something non-human, nothing like you but something nonetheless.

You let your eyes leave them as the ride reached the ground, no longer able to see them over the large crowd between you.

Shoulda worn heels...

You kept talking to yourself in your mind, pushing through the humans waiting at the bottom of the ride and sliding your way through all the other tourists, heading towards the edge of the pier. If they were something other than human, the last thing you needed was for them to have an advantage over you. Stalking from the sidelines was always easy.

But walking through awful, smelly, grabby humans was not.

It was easier to go behind the stalls, where walls and sellers separated you from the rest of them, and you were well hidden.

When you reached the final stall you kept yourself behind it, pressing your chest to the wooden wall and leaning around it slightly, hoping to be subtle. You could see where they were, the tall lodge-like building that music and drunk tourists were slipping out of.

But they were gone. Their bikes were still there. With a huff you stepped forward, planning on getting a whiff of their scent before disappearing back to your home.

You were unable to take more than a few steps before a long pale arm reached forward and yanked you back, finding yourself pressed against a wall?

"What the hell man-" when you looked up you met milky blue eyes, followed by a dark smile, like you were being mocked.

"Well well, what do we have here boys?"

"Looks like a fan David," you looked to your left to see a brunette, god he's hot. They all were, like sirens reborn with legs, made to pull you in. "Smells pretty tasty too."

"Uh-" you tried moving away, only to realise there were two firm hands on your hips keeping you still. It was another blonde. Only with wild sandy hair that had been teased to the high heavens.

"Awe don't cha wanna stay and have fun with us?" he'd be cute if he didn't reek of weed, maybe he bathed in it like catnip.

"N-no! Let go of me!"

They laughed, and it echoed. The sound like a warning bell ringing in your mind. You stilled, tense and a growing irritation bubbling in your chest.

Your mind grew foggy and you could feel yourself being pulled away from your small hiding spot, the two blondes you had been sandwiched between wrapping around you, taking you in the direction of a ramp that led down to the dark beach.

"Mmmm you smell like cherries," what the hell.

Ok. Ok. This was fine, it's not like they could actually do any damage to you. You had existed for centuries there was no way four- wait what are they.

You let yourself go limp, now being supported by the sandy blonde who laughed, squeezing you to his chest.

And oh my god, you could hear it. Well, you couldn't hear anything. Not a bead, not a thump, none of the tha-dump you heard from the heart of a human.

Well, this ought to be interesting.

You were quite far down the beach now, feet leaving slight imprints in the ground.

Finding yourself suddenly free was confusing, stood with your back to the ocean, the four men in front of you.

"They're weird." We're they inspecting you?

"You're weird," you took a step back, and their smiles widened, "why-"

Just breath.

"What are you?" just cut to the chase idiot, if they're a threat just, like, fly away.

The four of them shared a look, and you had some idea that they must be using a mind link of sorts, something you were used to from your brothers and sisters. T

aking the chance to inspect them up close you raked over their clothing, it was odd, you really couldn't pinpoint what they were. Though that was more of your friend, Rhea's specialty, a rather intelligent witch who picked you out within minutes even while you were using a protection rune.

When your eyes met the bare chiseled chest and abs of the brunette you paused, truly appreciating the view.

He smirked when he noticed, uncrossing his arms to give you a better look. You were going to die soon anyway, so why not let you boost his ego a little.

"We can be anything you want us to be babe, why, got something in mind?" tall-dumb-and-sandy-blonde was watching you gawk at his friend, kinda bummed your attention was no longer on him.

They felt kinda nice in my arms...

David sent Paul a look, turning his milky blues back to you.

"Wanna know?" he grinned when you nodded, watching you step back a little, "Well, you asked for it."

His eyes began to glow, his face changing in front of your eyes.

Oh my god. "Oh my god," his friends followed, bones jutting out, eyes turning the same firey orange and yellow combination. "OH MY GOD"

They laughed, enjoying your reaction. Though they quickly stopped when you snorted, Dwayne and David shared similar frowns on their demonic faces.

"What's so funny, huh?"

You waved them off, laughter erupting from your mouth, soon you were hunched over as the mocking sounds grew in volume.

Now they were angry, humans tended to behave oddly in the face of danger but this was still odd to them, I mean, you were practically barking in their faces.

Marko huffed, hands on his hips, "what's so funny asshole?"

You looked back up at them, taking in the boy's stances which resembled a disappointed mother more than the vile creatures they were supposed to be.

Taking a deep breath you straightened your back, wiping away your tears and fighting to control your laughter as your cheeks kept themselves in a tight grin, teeth flashing.

"S-sorry it's just-" you choked, a giggle slipping through, "you're one of those kinds of vamps y'know? Can't expect me not to find it funny, never met one who can make their face all pointy- hey!"

You jumped away in time to miss the second tallest form lunging at you, his teeth bared in a snarl as his long arms reached for you, talons just missing your shoulder.

Holding your hands up you began to shuffle back, shoes filling with sand as you fought to calm your chest, "geez dude-", you spun again, the smaller blonde whizzing past you in an array of reds and blues, "hey! Hey! We're on the same team-"

It went on for a while until you noticed that they were trying to spin you until you were dizzy, feet rising off the ground longer than you thought vampires were able to. Though it was obvious from the small changes they had demonstrated that you were vastly different.

David huffed, finishing the cig he had lit on the way down the beach, "enough."

Paul and Marko stopped, flashing their teeth and moving the stand a meter away from you, keeping your sides flanked.

Cold eyes met yours and you began examining the face that framed them. He was sharp, nose thin and pointed with a slight upturn and thin soft lips. Cute but less like a man and more like a, well a hedgehog. The spiky blonde hair didn't help.

"Our turn to ask," you smoothed your face over, crossing your arms and jutting your hip in a way you thought would make you look cool, "what are you?"

You chewed your lip, thinking on it, "I'm god."

His brunette friend blanched, fists curling and shoulders slumping.

David tilted his head, "oh", nodding he crossed his hands behind his back meeting your gaze, "well, god, what are you doing in our home?"

"Uh," you relaxed, thinking for a moment, "technically I am everywhere."

He grinned, presenting his sharp canines to you and walking over to place a hand on your shoulder, "come with us then, god."

They had warmed up to you pretty quickly after that

Marko and Paul kept toying with you but now you were in David's hands and it was more jesting than pushing you about and trying to get their claws into you

Once you had gotten on the same page "species-wise" they were more curious than anything.

Though you kind of wish you had let them try and eat you when they tried to push you onto the Church ground to see if you would set on fire

"Ok so let me get this straight," you were swinging upside down, body hanging over the edge of the bridge while Paul floated beside you, his long mane circling his head, "you can fly, you sleep, but you can't go in the sun no matter what-"

He nodded, humming and reaching for your hand to play with the rings adorning your hands, his own flashing in the pale moonlight.

Marko was beside you, and his soft curls drifted in the wind and kept tickling your arms, "but you can go faster than us, and go out in the sun", he was still pretty pouty about that.

It hadn't taken them long to warm up to you when they finally found out what you were. Honestly, it was their first time properly meeting another of their kind who wasn't one of Max's weird business friends.

Dwayne had asked you about your jewelry, most of it enchanted in some way and one being the reason you were free to roam during the daytime.

It was the start of a beautiful friendship

And eventually something more

They never got over just how different they were to you, but not that they minded.

It was only when you kept on going out during the day that they got antsy, I mean, the sun wouldn't burn you

But what if

Eventually, you started sleeping in the cave with them, though you didn't have the weird pointy bat feet and at one point they dragged a mattress into their hidden nest

Now you spent each day lounging beneath them, often waking up in their arms

Unfortunately you couldn't get past their faces, it took months for you to be able to hunt alongside them without laughing too much at their pointy faces

#the lost boys #the lost boys imagines #marko the lost boys #tlb #the lost boys x reader #marko tlb #poly lost boys x reader #dwayne tlb #david tlb #the lost boys fic #the lost boys 1987

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nochiquinn · 2 years

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campaign 3 episode 28: the chaos gremlin strikes again

oh no

liam just stays like that the rest of the game

cashapp being a sponsor is so weird to me

>>there's still a pandemic >>goes to comicon

NO I'm not done being mad about it

"otohan cruel" freudian slip

taliesin no

link….be careful, link….

BUCK FUCKET

I preemptively want this animated

"I can do it, it's FINE"

the map lighting is making everybody look good

well, better than usual

critrolecloset find me sam's shirt

"best friend" did they get divorced :(

if someone doesn't throw banana peels I'm leaving

YEAH YEAH HELL YEAH

liam gets me

there's no law on the books that says a wolf can't play death race

travis is actively hiding

start chewing on wires

name it regigigas bc it's slow to get going

festivalities

turian clan paint

YOU get a bane, and YOU get a bane

"hold on letTERSSSS"

I DESPERATELY want this animated

"deez nuts draw first blood"

laudna my beloved

beam-beam

the flag comes down and there's just an explosion of magic from the middle of the pack

[extreme southern accent] 'cause I'm a pot-hole~

someday I will find that ad to explain why that line is burned into my subconscious

god bless u sam

TEAM DRYBONES

magnet rage

MEAN MAX

okay I'm zoning out I gotta make popcorn

the car is Bugged

NOT THE BEES

ten and two imogen

ah yes, exploding head syndrome

yessssss

pace car fearne

someone draw Tex Avery Ashton please

some days you just can't get rid of a bomb

does this count as critical role parties vs old people

oranges broke her fall it's fine

tesla self-driving car

hey! rude

"they're IN MY ASSHOLE, so I figure they're grappleable"

THERE'S NO LAW ON THE BOOKS

"to help with the net!"

"SATAN TAKE THE WHEEL"

"we're on a precarious cliffside" turn into a fish

"whore dynamite" gdi I just changed my twitter name

"I'm just gonna throw up in her face" like a baby buzzard

"I don't have a mini for [a banana peel]" "how DARE"

fart gust

action surge ankle hack

I love one (1) halfling

I ME-LEE'D HIM FOR YOU GAN

hsfhdjklsa

this is gonna be a hell of a ride at criticalroleland

SLAMMAGE

"I have no sense of shame left in me"

"I'm also now sitting in your lap"

no fuck a gravity well, imogen sitting in ashton's lap supremacy

what in the deadlights

"let's tame it and ride it"

countdown to travis saying kakarot

"why specifically travis" this man first contacted his future wife to try to weasel his way into a DBZ role bc she was voicing kid trunks at the time

it has a WHAT

did he just call travis fjord

"I think it's laudna bc the left blinker has been on for a while"

is the left blinker just fcg's eye

ah geeze there's almost 2 hours left

as the map blinds liam and laura

I am overly enamored by the maplight reflecting in taliesin's glasses

"meets it beats it" is still the stupidest rule

AKIRA BIKE SLIDE

welp I know exactly which part of tumblr just exploded

we don't talk about the cloud motorcycle fight

"fang-like teeth" matthew they're just fangs

pffft them still being awkward

rude???

it's one bladed barrier, what can it weigh, a couple hundred pounds?

did they rename skronky's ring

imogen presenting laudna to fcg: fix her

oh that's so fucking cute

I feel like there hasn't been as much orym and fearne outside of liam making very sure we know he sleeps curled up in the back of her knee and the Pointed Looks whenever fearne is being fearne

dusk is 0/2

"why hasn't anyone asked you to dinner?" this is the neighborhood watch committee reminding everyone that necrophilia is still illegal

(if you get that reference I hope your back pain clears up soon)

travis and ashley are communicating entirely via eyebrows rn

I have processed none of this. half because it's 2 am and half bc trying to decipher travis and ashley's faces

OH?

imogen no but also OH?

just wii shop music

OH???

dusk what the fuck is up with that

chetney has his arm wrapped around dusk's fingertips

"so much bouncer"

travis senses sus

travis what r u doin

TRAVIS

after watching the old man "I see you" gives me psychic damage

"so you're not trying to kill fearne's parents?" "…nnnooOOOOOoOoO?"

CAST WHISPERS

fearne propositions them both

DUSK

I mean chetney fully did this to himself but D U S K

"kill your whole family" IS a well known idiom

liam's face

liam

LIAM

"I go on a murder spree" "congratulations"

"not in a creepy way"

and imogen doesn't even have chetney's whatever, she's just Jealous

imogen you're gonna get psychic backlash'd

curved walls, CURVED WALLS

jdfksjl dusk rebounded onto fearne

BACKWARDS KNEES

"I don't know what I was expecting but it was that"

I'm just remembering marisha going IS THAT MY MOM when they realized it was vilya

matt's southern accent is the best

oh nooooo

UH OH

OH NO

that's extremely cool but also NO

she has this written down

CHANGELING?

erika you wrote this down

ART

ERIKA

MATTHOLOMEW MERCER

that laugh

DON'T YOU HIGH FIVE OVER THAT

erika u fuckin chaos gremlin

I WAS CORRECT

"I DIDN'T LOOK LIKE THAT"

#critical role #spoilers #crititag #liveblog #reaction post #straight up did not realize I repeated myself abt 'they wrote this down'#I was Engrossed

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krawlernyannyan · 3 months

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HSR 2-19-24

Started earlier in the day with a round of G&G. Getting the credit for a D5 Erudition clear with my DoT team, on Conundrum 2. This one felt wild from start to finish since I lucked into some Remembrance blessings early on and just kept stockpiling great effects. By the time I got to the Automaton Brothers I was able to completely wipe out all three phases before they ever got a single attack in.

4 Paths down, 5 to go.

After that I tried a D5C6 run with my Nihility team, since C6 is the last run that gives Jades. The first plane and a half went solidly, but towards the end of the second plane enemies started doing one-hit kill levels of damage. Lost Black Swan and Luocha died when I fought Kafka in the second plane, and I did make it to the final boss where I had enough firepower and healing blessings to keep me going. Lost Luocha and Guinaifen on the Automaton Brothers, but I was just able to get the Grizzly down in time.

This is probably the peak of performance I'll get in G&G and as far as I go in here.

The weekly reset is in effect so I got another Herta Bond, and I got to cash a pair for another Superimposer. This one went to March to max out Texture of Memories to S5. By the time v2.1 rolls around I should have all four SU LCs maxed out!

I also got enough tickets to go for a ten-pull, but all I got out of it was another copy of Geniuses' Repose. I had an S3 version of that sitting on my Jing Yuan, and that's past tense because it's an S4 version now.

I had a run in the standard SU to eat up some of the freebie tokens (I've been stockpiling them for when we get to know about Acheron's kit) and kinda surprised this one almost ended at Cocolia, she got like five turns in a row and just breezed through Black Swan and Kafka, but thankfully Gui and Huohuo were able to finish it. The pulls were kinda mid, for all that trouble.

Dailies:

12x Nihility Calyx rounds, and enough to finish off Black Swan's Traces completely. Even got an achievement for it! I'll have to grind here for Acheron later, but for now I'll switch to another Calyx and get somebody else rounded out.

12x Erudition Calyx rounds. Today's haul got Himeko an Ultimate buff (8 -> 9). Once I get her a Fire Damage buff I'll probably stop there and start working on my Herta for a bit.

I'm actually gonna stop there for the day because, like, do you want this post to be longer?

Five-Star Fund: 182/180 (31 Pity) Days to v2.1: 37

#EZ: HSR #Daily Blogging

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There's a huge deal going on in Georgia they are and have cordoned off the courthouse and they are keeping people from going there. And they are not allowed to enter that area and they're making a wider Cordon and they intend on announcing the indictment today.

-we have some crazy product ideas from him and he keeps going to interjecting sometimes with him and he wants funding but these people won't let it happen and we're going to keep trying to make some huge teams to do it cuz they're denying the max too and it's kind of getting annoying I don't like these retards what they're saying is wrong I don't want to put up with him anymore I want this money thing to destroy them because they thought it would destroy us and I'm putting it in writing

Thor Freya

We've tried everything we've taken this court ram it down their throat push them out of the way getting rid of tons of them everyday getting rid of tons of them in the corridor they end up threatening all over and what he says is that's great we need to continue it and turn it up we need to know where the threats are immediately and Duke Nukem Blockbuster she'll probably move into your office, it's already here but I see what you're saying these two go hand in hand so the other things are a little bit closer and tighter but he's going to put a detachment here and we need one and it will utilize our services more and right now this is going to be major the max have money that they're trying to get them to send and it'll help the post office we need that it is an ongoing thing but right now this is turning the heat up on these idiots and we need it we also need to have ideas and he says it's really simple these idiots are mutating so you move stars in and you have them mutate and you move a star in and we're going to do that and they're also migrating to California The Big Numbers it's a lot about 8% still but 1% moved to California so it's like 7% outside and we hear another percent might move over the Midwest and upper Midwest are going to be fighting and we should put the wall up that'll get rid of a percent a day and we're looking at that it's in the middle of nowhere and we can just blast them but yeah that's true there's other things happening the morlock are gearing up to fight the clones and their siege plan their military takeover and they are serious about it they have 2% in the Eastern hemisphere and 2.5% here dedicated to it out of the remaining 7% here and out of 5% over there but all together they're still only 7% and 5% so it's really about six point something percent of the general population is total but it is going to be a show and we think those 2% will go and they'll call another percentage at least I'll be down to four here and two over there and we'll start tons of programs to get rid of them including construction but as a lawyer of our son I will say this these people are tirelessly bothering him and messing with his body and they need to be sued Non-Stop they need to be arrested Non-Stop and we need to keep up with them and we need to start developing a way to do that. I know as I hit them right near him and we need to do that I'm going to open a seminar for Olympians then I'm doing it now

Bitol and Goddess Wife he pre-approved it and he has space for me in times everyone signed up and a joyful about it and he says he put Duke Nukem Blockbuster back to back

My stuff does tons of damage like our father and mother but it takes a while and I need to get on the stuff doing it right now so you're sending out a lot of punishers and they can be the Stars right now and he's really happy about it and we're going to get these guys to do it to themselves this is going to be a lot of it

Frank Castle Hardcastle

I'm going to get in right now and send some stars out and he's going to get the hulk and Abomination and others they attract a lot of attention and Galactus is not allowed to come out they say but a certain version would be nice and we're going to do that now and the giant thing is heating up and they see where it's coming from it's about 200 miles north east of Utah supposedly it's our territory and it kind of is but we're not there topside at all and it is a huge furnace and it is the nephilim

Olympus

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rreynn · 1 year

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Ragnarok M mini blog/guide p2: Stellar Hunter (arrow storm build) 1/2

Story time: There's this anniversary event that gives job change voucher. That time my 1st character is a minstrel, 2nd character is a hunter, and 3rd character is a doram(my main and only character now). That voucher don't have change to novice doram, only human novice so that time I know I have to main doram to make that voucher useful. Even rng-sus let me grab a doram's S rune with 3rd line(that makes lcp go crit) randomly.

So after that I picked to be an archer then hunter because they told me I should try or have atleast a AA build/job. But I noticed that I'm bad as adl so here's my build. After the release of ancient equipment I centralized my equips to be a physical skiller type.

When farming I use arrow storm in higher maps. I usually farm at royal hunting grounds in all the jobs I have because I don't like the competition at soul hunting grounds. In lower maps if I can 1 hit mobs as adl, I still play adl with the same equipment build but just using the king of beasts card. Dark archer card helps too to increase arrow storm damage.

For stats, as mentioned, I still play adl so I max dex and luk, and the rest for agi. That agi I still have 480 aspd but without exceed break. My ignore def is around 186.5 so somehow I can do dungeons using Stellar hunter.

For skills, here's how I build it. I don't use multi firing even I used 2 rain of arrow cards on weap because of the cast delay of the skill. Arrow storm still much stronger with less delay/spammable. I also don't use exceed break since I'm not full pledge adl and it will decrease my aspd. I also don't use warg as you can't use some skills when riding like my main skill arrow storm.

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#ragnarok m #ragnarok m eternal love #rreynn #stellar hunter

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your-brilliant-lady-m · 3 years

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Part 4 - Basic Concepts of Miraculous Ladybug: Glamour

You can call it however you want: kid's show logic, superhero disguise logic, magical girl show logic, cartoon laws, suspension of disbelief, etc. But the fact that nobody recognises Marinette, Adrien and others when they are suited up IS NOT BAD WRITING. It's one of the main laws of this genre. That's not because characters are stupid, okay? So, being frustrated that everyone in the show acts stupid about this "wearing a mask that covers only eyes" trope is strange. This criticism is not valid or fair.

But, this trope has to make sense in-universe as a worldbuilding and narrative element.

Miraculous doesn't give us much direct information on how glamour works. And in this case, I think we need both SHOW and TELL. Because if you don't establish the glamour rules clearly, you are going to run into problems and create unfortunate implications with your storytelling choices.

Appearance

Miraculous obviously gives our heroes magical glamour. In "Lady WiFi" we find out that masks can't be taken off. It's magic. No other explanation is needed.

Miraculous can slightly change the appearance of users (eyes, face shape, height and hairstyles). People can identify and notice the hairstyles of heroes (numerous Ladybug wigs, statue in Copycat). Jagged Stone points out the change of hair when he mistakes Chloe for Ladybug ("Antibug"). But it's just a costume. There is no magic that prevents Jagged from understanding that Chloe isn't Ladybug. So, how does it work? But it's forgivable because it's cartoon logic. Suspension of disbelief works here, I suppose. I won't judge this too harshly.

Glamour also obviously prevents people from making a connection that Marinette and Ladybug have identical hairstyles. So people know that Ladybug wears her hair in pigtails, but magic does not allow them to notice similarities.

Another important question. Does glamour work on Kwamis? Can they see who is behind the mask?

New York Special makes it clear that magic does not affect robots and they can see through glamour. Does that mean that Markov, AI built by Max, knows the identities of Ladybug and Chat Noir? And it's never addressed.

Plagg in "Frightningale" says that holders can subconsciously choose their superhero appearance. This is actually pretty interesting and I like this idea a lot. Except the show is not consistent with this. The transformation of Master Fu looks identical to Nathalie's. And we have seen how different from each other Ladybug and Black Cat holders looked in the past. At the same time, Master Fu and Nino have different takes on Turtle superhero suit.

Age Glamour

Does age glamour exist? Do people see Ladybug, Chat Noir and other heroes as adults even when they look like teenagers to the audience (their height and build are smaller even when they are transformed)? Is that why no one ever questions the fact that children nearly die on a daily basis?

I mentioned unfortunate implications earlier. Well, this is where they come into play. Let's talk about "Copycat". A lot of people discussed it before me, so I won't bore you with details.

When I watched "Copycat" for the first time Theo's crush on Ladybug didn't bother me, because I thought that he sees Ladybug as his peer, a girl who is about 20-23 years old. Theo is an artist, his character design is that of an adult. He has his own studio, its appearance indicates that he did serious commissions in the past. The guy has no idea that Ladybug is like 13.

But then we get "Heroes' Day" and "Ladybug". And Hawkmoth calls them "kids", which means that there is no age glamour. Others see Ladybug and Chat Noir as teenagers. Perhaps, other Miraculous users aren't affected by age glamour. Therefore regular people see all heroes as adults but other heroes are able to guess their age more or less correctly. But you must spell this thing out because the audience can interpret "Copycat" differently. If there is no age glamour, then Theo is crushing on a teenage girl and he is fully aware of this fact. And this doesn't look good for your show.

The "No Age Glamour" theory is further confirmed in "Sapotis" where Alya just straight up analyses voice recordings and says that Ladybug is a girl their age. If glamour exists then it should also cover technology. Kwami can't be photographed. Face and voice recognition software shouldn't be able to analyse transformed superheroes and detect their identities in any way.

Besides, after "Sapotis" Alya should definitely be sure that Ladybug is not 5000 years old (also not an adult), especially after she wore Miraculous herself and was one door away from detransformed Ladybug.

SEASON 4 UPDATE! There's no age glamour after all.

In "Furious Fu" Su Han calls Chat Noir a child without knowing his identity. It means that everyone knows their superheroes are teenagers. "Copycat" can't be saved from that, uh, subtext anymore. No one questions the danger of their job or the balance of their lives outside of the mask. No one doubts their competence after "Origins" ever again. No one becomes annoyed after being bossed around by two teenagers in spandex. You had many opportunities to drop these details into the narrative. Someone could have been akumatized over this (I will not be ordered around by some magical kids!).

I don't know why writers decided not to use at least this idea and slightly adjust "Copycat" if they got rid of the age glamour completely. It can be explained as kid's show logic, but unfortunately, I'm reluctant to do it. If many characters sympathise with akuma victims on-screen, why not with the teenage superheroes who must fight them?

New York Special had this weird focus on collateral damage out of nowhere (the damage done by sentimonster Robostus) and yet it has 0 effect on the main story. No one in Paris is pissed that their 2 teenage protectors weren't there.

Ironically, "Furious Fu" and that one remark made by Su Han also created unfortunate implications for other moments in the show. Just hear me out. Apparently, Jagged Stone wrote a "thank you" song for Ladybug knowing that she is 13-15 year old child back in "Pixelator". Fandom is more than happy to roast Lila for lying about saving Jagged Stone's cat and him writing her a "thank you" song. Fandom claims that Lila's tale could harm Jagged's reputation, when he wrote a song for teenage Ladybug several weeks prior. Meanwhile, in-universe this lie is 100% believable.

If we put on "realism glasses", then both this whole song situation and Theo's crush in "Copycat" have uncomfortable implications. However, the show's canon can't be viewed and criticised through "realism glasses". I admit that bits and pieces of my criticisms are affected by these "glasses", but, ultimately, I'm trying to be fair and concentrate only on things that can't be justified by "cartoon logic and worldbuilding".

Could the existence of age glamour solve this problem of unfortunate implications and other concerns mentioned above? YES. Is it better for the narrative? YES. Is essential for the story? NOT QUITE. Could the absence of age glamour be called an irredeemable storytelling flaw? NO.

Disclaimer: On a side note, only older audience can notice these implications. Children, the target audience, most likely won't understand this subtext simply because they don't have enough experience. So, perhaps, this criticism is unfair, because these moments only look weird to me as an adult. It's like an adult joke in a cartoon that you don't get until you reach a certain age.

There's nothing technically wrong with adult writing a "thank you" song for a teenager. It's just an expression of gratitude. However, unfortunately, we live in a world, where adults normally wouldn't write songs for teens to express gratitude only. In real life similar actions would imply pedophilia and would be actively scorned by the public. No one would risk their reputation like that even if their intentions were genuinely pure and sincere. But this show can't be viewed through "realism glasses", because it's a cartoon and in certain cases we as the audience must use suspension of disbelief and pretend that certain things are possible for plot to happen.

Su Han also wants to give Ladybug and Black Cat to adults. Why didn't Master Fu do this then? Writers don't give us any explanation. Throughout the show we never question this up until the moment it's revealed that adults don't have time-limited powers. Then comes "Furious Fu". Story suddenly becomes self-aware here. Because apparently nothing prevented Fu from giving the most powerful Miraculous to adults who won't have time limit and will be more effective against Hawkmoth (see part 3 for more details).

I have a very good example of Age Glamour done right. It works in the story. There is no confusion or unfortunate implications. There is like one plothole connected to the glamour (it's been years and I still can't forgive them for Cornelia and Caleb) but otherwise, it's a pretty solid example of both show and tell. Clearly, writers wanted to avoid uncomfortable implications which are present in "Copycat". I am talking about W.I.T.C.H. comic books and animated series.

If you are not familiar with it, I'll give you a brief explanation. The story follows 5 girls, the Guardians of Kandrakar who are chosen to protect their world and parallel ones from evil. They receive magical powers from the amulet known as the Heart of Kandrakar. Their powers are based on elements: fire, water, earth, air and energy. Our main characters are about 13-15 years old. In the animated series they are younger and they attend middle school, making them 12-14 years old. But the transformation makes them look 18-20. They look like young women to each other and to other people. At the same time, people can recognise them, their looks and voice don't change. Most people don't know that they are really teenagers when they are not transformed and these people don't know that magic can make them look older. That's why everyone treats Guardians like adults when they are transformed. Comics establish this fact in the very beginning. In first issues characters state that they look older, we are also shown this multiple times.

In fact, one of the first side plots revolves around the fact that Irma uses her powers to sneak into the disco club to meet up with her crush. Irma is 13 at the beginning of the series, she is a high school freshman. Her crush, Andrew Hornby is a senior guy 17-18 years old. Irma has liked him for a long time and wants to impress him, so she decides to be clever about this. She transforms into her Guardian form of the 18-year-old girl, hides her wings, sneaks out to the club after her parents are asleep without any problem, and meets Andrew, who obviously doesn't recognise Irma in this girl who looks about his age. Smitten Andrew offers her a ride and 13-year-old Irma doesn't understand the implication of that offer, so she accepts. And, obviously, he decides that she is interested in more than just a ride home, since she agreed, and the comic implies that he fully intended for them to have sex in the backseat of his car. But Irma understands the implication only when Andrew tries to kiss her. She panics and turns him into a frog. And she actually pulls this "I need to look mature" trick more than once over the course of the series.

It's not the only situation where this age difference is handled well and makes sense. People who know the main characters in everyday life remark on their older appearance during transformation. Sometimes people flirt with Guardians when they are transformed. In one of the side-novels centred around Cornelia, she is worried that the prince of the realm they helped to save from famine would try to marry her. That never happens, but Cornelia actually brainstorms with her friends about how to tell the prince that she is really 15.

There are many other plot points where this happens, but I think that you got the idea. I really like how "Age Glamour" was handled in W.I.T.C.H.

How do we fix this? Create the situations where people offhandedly mention "Age Glamour" in the presence of Marinette or Adrien, use Kwami for this.

"Don't worry, dear. Chat Noir and Ladybug are adults, who know what they are doing. I am sure that they will handle this. "

Theo could say: "Oh, I wonder which university Ladybug goes to?"

"So, does that mean that other people see us as grown-ups, Tikki?"

A few words and boom, problem solved. Then allow the "show don't tell" rule do the rest.

#miraculous ladybug #ml #miraculous analysis #miraculous meta #ml meta #ml analysis #miraculous transformations #miraculous critical #miraculous ladybug critical #miraculous glamour #superhero glamour #miraculoustalesofladybugandcatnoir

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in elysian realm do you think gear matters a lot? i use KoV and BoL TB Thales M on HoF, but the clock guy is tough. any tips on which signets or dunno, way to kill it? HoF is upgraded to max. i usually just try to spam ult, evasion and black holes and hit it praying it will die before me, but it breaks my shield even though i got a lot of signets to protect HoF and then i'm dead. it seems it's unvulnerable during some phrase but i don't know what to do during that, too. besides fighting it in the main story, i never got to fight it as a boss yet, so don't know how it works.

I was about to say gear is somewhat important but then I saw this video where somebody beats Nihilus with some of the worst gear you could use.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o0eMv24EPds

So I'd say that the gear is great to have but the buffs from signets are far more important.

For signets, the most important one for HoF is Reburn, Flamescion will give you a bit more damage and protect you too so that's not bad, but Reburn is basically necessary. Then personally I go for all of Kalpas's damage boosting signets and Sakura's evasion signets esp the extra evasion charge. Never use Kevin on HoF because her damage actually falls off after you do her ult, unlike HoT who continues to do damage after ult-ing. Don't use Su's either because you don't get high combo counts. Eden's are okay, and if you can manage to get the core signet for Fu Hua those are okay too.

The only thing about Nihilus that's weird is that once you get it's hp to 0 it will start healing itself in that clock thing and you need to break all the gears on the clock shield thing it has in order to hit it again.

#honkai impact #elysian realm

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me ^ this is me ^ this is what your writing does to me and my soul

Are you a wizard or something? I swear, you're like a pastel fairy that got triple crowned. Maxed writing skills, creactivity and ability to accurately portay chracters.

The perfect balance of absolute filth and gut-wrenchingly cute moments got me right in the heart. They way you depict that relationship is an absolute work of art. 👏 10/10

tl:dr expect to hear from my lawyer, I'm suing for emotional damage.

😫🤧

Don't be angy blobbie I'm innocent 🤧🤧🤧 I told you I'm moraless I don't have money for a trial.

Have mercy on my poor ass 🥺💔

Thank you for being my bestest friend and for supporting me when I am all whiny about the stories I write.

💗😣

Ily

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pathologicimagines · 4 years

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I'm suing mod jazzhead for psychic damage after that Simpsons post, they are now required to drop their top 3 album recs

oh jesus fuck there's too many to list (also im glad i damaged you psychically <3)

if you're trying to throw down: black market by weather report (or birds of fire by mahavishnu orchestra) (or money jungle by duke ellington/max roach/charles mingus)

if you're trying to cry: the peacocks by bill evans

if you want to transcend your physical body: world galaxy by alice coltrane or a love supreme by john coltrane

honorable mentions (non-jazz so be warned)

-ultravisitor by squarepusher (cannot plug this one enough)

-geogaddi by boards of canada

-lp5 or chiastic slide by autechre

that's 3, right?

-mod jazzhead

#thanks for indulging me anon. I'll let you out of your cage for this one #i appreciate it #not an imagine #ask #long post

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acklest · 5 years

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Why is your husband the most Iconic and sweetest person ever?! We(I'm confidently assuming that I'm not the only one) need to know more about him.

Oh, you may regret this.

(If you’re squeamish about blood, you might wanna proceed with caution. I promise I’m not trying to be dramatic. There’s blood in this.)

He is iconic, at least to me. And he’s probably really only “sweet” to me. Also to the cat, but he denies this. To everyone else, he’s just a quiet sort of guy with a permanently “done” look on his face.

What he planned to do from childhood was join the US Navy, because his Dad had been in the Navy. He wanted to be a technician on a submarine.

As soon as he graduated high school, he went to talk to a recruiter, and got sent to take the ASVAB. His scores on that were great and he was willing to enlist for a long hitch. The recruiter was like “it’s not even my birthday.”

But he failed the hearing part of his physical, so his status was “disqualified recommending waiver.” He didn’t know that his hearing had degenerated from type 2 (moderate) to type 3 (severe). The eval was to see if he could hear all the comms with his headset cranked up to max without hearing aids (which he hated wearing anyway). When he missed some of the cues, he was fully disqualified.

Then he had to figure out what his second choice for the rest of his life would be. Nothing really jumped out at him. He’d never really thought about it. But his family couldn’t pay for college, so he would need a job.

His best friend got him on as a cashier working the graveyard shift at a 24-hour gas station/mini-mart. During breaks, he looked over the course catalog from the local community college. He thought maybe he could do one of those non-degree cert programs, like becoming a welder or a mechanic.

A week before, a dude who had sued that chain of gas stations for damages from a personal injury found out that he wasn’t getting a settlement. He was across the street from the one where my husband worked. I guess lawsuit dude got enraged all over again, thought “I’ll show them”, and loaded the .22 he had in his jacket before heading over.

My husband was behind the counter, where the liquor was, thinking he was dealing with just another drunk customer at 4-fucking-AM. When he turned to ask if he needed anything else, lawsuit dude shot him in the side of the face from about six feet away. The bullet wound its way through his jawbone and he instinctively reached up to his mouth because he felt loose bits of his teeth on his tongue. (Sort of a dark in-joke, when one of us asks the other about a day that had obviously not gone well. “Bad. Not gargling-my-own-teeth bad, but not great.”)

He would’ve spun around by then to take cover behind the counter, but the sound of the gunshot stunned him because he heard it perfectly. He was born deaf/hearing-impaired, so he’d always heard things a certain way, through a certain amount of… I don’t know, static, interference, fog? But this he heard perfectly and it stunned him.

(“If their headsets went up that high, I could’ve joined the Navy.”)

So he didn’t turn in time to miss the second bullet, which hit him in the chest from the same range. As he turned, the third one hit him in the side of his stomach. The fourth one hit him in the thigh, nicking his femoral artery. Then his best friend showed up to tag in for his shift, heard the loud noise, ran in to help like a moron. So the last thing my husband heard before he blacked out was his best friend screaming at the guy to stop, and then a few more gunshots after that.

If a Jeep full of hard partiers hadn’t pulled up to get gas and ran next door to call 911, he’d be dead right now. Of course, lawsuit dude was hell and gone by then.

He woke up in the hospital ten days later, heavily drugged. He tried to talk but they had done something to stabilize his jaw so he couldn’t speak. He was in and out for a couple of days after that.

A day or so later, the thoracic surgeon sat down and told him that he’d died a couple of times, and that they tried to get the bullet out of his chest, but it had ended up less than 4cm away from his heart, so it was too high risk. They would have to leave it in. He apologized for how wide the scar was from when they opened his chest, because they had to work so quickly. When they brought him in, he was covered in blood, all over. His hair had matted together from lying in it until the EMT people got there. One of them told him later, “We saw the booze behind the counter and assumed a bullet had hit a couple of bottles of red wine.”

Not so much.

His best friend had died in the ambulance on the way.

There was two years of recovery, facial reconstruction for his jaw, lots of dental work, physical therapy, follow-up procedures, and so on. There was a court trial that dragged on and on.

It hurt when he breathed in, it hurt if he laughed. It all hurt. He’s a big dude, 5'10, shaped kinda like Wolverine (comic Wolverine, not Huge Yakman Wolverine). His health had always been good. He said he felt like he was being punished for not appreciating it enough while he had it. Up til all that, he’d been a devout Catholic, but that burned away real quick. He says that the 18 year old working at the mini-mart was a different person than the one who got wheeled out of the hospital a couple of months later. He didn’t know that guy.

He spent the next ten years on what I call a Chuck Norris tasting tour, where he was likely suicidal but not aware of it. He survived two terrible motorcycle accidents, a spectacularly failed marriage, he was thrown off a horse and hit the ground with a thud about 30 feet below, and then a drunk driver plowed into the back end of his car at top speed and he ended up ass over tea kettle in a ditch.

A few months after that, he started having terrible chest pains. He thought it was just pain from the impact with the steering wheel, which broke a couple of ribs. But when it kept going even after his ribs had healed, he went back to the hospital. The impact had shook stuff around and now the bullet was moving closer to his heart. Moving very very slowly, but yeah. So they had to open him up again to get it out.

(“Would you like to keep it?”

“…What?”

“Some people like to keep the bullet.”

“Uh. No. Thank you. I think a decade’s enough.”)

Fast forward to ‘98. I was a year or so off of a devastating event/blue screen of death thing of my own. I had a baby that I had never planned to have because I wussed out of the adoption process (I’m not saying I regret that, I’m just saying). I was on a little death-seeking tour of my own, when some mutual friends pushed us together. I do not know why. Maybe because we were the same amount of “over it.”? Maybe to take us both out of the dating pool at the same time, thereby making it safer for everyone? “You know someone who’s a walking disaster? Me too!”

The wheels almost fell off the wagon a couple of times. He told me he loved me and I didn’t talk to him for a couple of months. He sent me an instant message that said, “I am not playing Peter Gabriel outside your goddamn window. Get the fuck over this.” The age gap (22 years) made him pull away a bit there for awhile, but we didn’t need any Peter Gabriel for that shit either.

Nothing really surprises him or catches him off guard. This sort of weird Midwestern Zen thing that I don’t really understand because I’m kind of the opposite. Our communication is weird because neither one of us talks about anything that’s really bugging us, but we kind of talk around it.

I asked him to marry me a few years after we’d moved in, and he said “I don’t know, the last one didn’t go too well.” (A charming understatement.) I was cool with that. I was like… 83% cool with that. Almost a year later, while we were watching a movie, he turned to me and said, “Yeah.“

A YEAR later.

“Yeah?” Like I would fucking know what he was talking about.

“I’ll marry you."

"About time. Would you say that you were trying to decide the entire year or was it more of an on-and-off thing?”

“Oh, fuck off."

Anyway – courthouse, Vegas, etc.

What I need you to know about him, more than anything, are these three things:

1) When one of my family members (an uncle I didn’t know well) showed up to threaten the two of us, he quietly took that man by the arm and walked him out to the parking lot. I was watching from our doorway. I thought I was about to see him rip the guy’s head off and go bowling.

I didn’t see him make an angry face. I didn’t hear him raise his voice. It was a quiet conversation, and then that man backed away, got in his car, and left. That was 15 years ago, and I haven’t seen him or heard from him since, though I got a letter from my biological mother the week after, asking what kind of psychopath I was living with.

Still no fucking clue what he said, though.

2) His idea of asking me to move in with him back in ‘98 was to start replacing the furniture in my apartment with new furniture, but leaving that new furniture at his apartment. "Got you a new desk."

"I have a desk.”

“Your desk isn’t gonna go with the chair.”

“What chair?”

“The chair I bought you last week.”

“You bought me a chair last week?”

“Yeah, come over and look at it.”

As near as I can tell, his plan was to slowly replace all of my furniture but keep it at his apartment and to slowly move me in a box of things at a time until I was like “Wow, all my stuff’s over there.”

3) When little kids ask him about the inch-wide scar from his collarbone all the way to his navel, with a narrower scar on top of that one from the second surgery, he tells them that he was shaving with a straight razor and suddenly sneezed really hard.

#this is your captain speaking #not spn #also there's probably so many typos

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krawlernyannyan · 3 months

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HSR 2-3-24

2x Wind Shadow rounds for Black Swan.

3x Ice Shadow rounds so I could get my Herta ascended to L70 (and so I could get a standard ticket). Put a bit of work into her with some of the Erudition materials I've got, mainly getting her her second bonus ability and some Ice damage buffs. Actually have her with Relics now, and gave her back her Light Cone since Jing Yuan was using it and he's just sitting around not doing anything.

Levelled up Arlan so I could get him to the join the rest of my Level 60 nobodies, but mostly to get two standard tickets off of him. No Relics or anything else.

Those Arlan tickets bumped me over the line for a tenner! The pulls themselves were nice (E5 Tingyun) but more importantly! This was the last ten pulls I needed to hit 300, and you know what that means?

WE'RE MILFIN' IT UP, LADIES

Initial reports: Got her up to L50 off what I had already, Traces as maxed out as they can be right now (1st bonus ability unlocked, L3 Basic Attack, L4 everything else). Got her with Fine Relics in the sets I want but I'm really gonna have to dig for better options. Her and Herta are gonna have to be long-term projects but I'm glad Pure Fiction gave me a reason to get her because otherwise I would've just picked Gepard for Preservation runs.

Anyway rest of the night:

6x Nihility Calyx rounds

1 round against Skaracabaz to wrap up Echo of War for the week

Last SU run to finish up points for the week. Hoped to get some nice baubles for the Salsotto set but almost every single one had Defense for the main stat rendering them completely useless.

Five-Star Fund: 146/180 Days to Penacony: 1.5

#EZ: HSR #Daily Blogging

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candysims4 · 5 years

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can you please have alternate links that don’t use adfly/shortest/other paywalls? i had a virus scare after mass downloading your content so i can guarantee i will never download your content again. the few cents you make from those links are not worth the damage they can cause other people’s computers.

Well, I'm sad to read you will never download my cc again.

I'm trying to solve all this role situation with ads, I put shorte.st because I never had problems when I downloaded passing thru their site. I thought anyone will have problems.

The few cents that I make really help me, and I really need it. I know for some of you guys it don't matter but I have a health to care and I truly don't know shorte.st is giving virus/malware to everybody.

If possible send me screenshots of it happening, because if it happen it's totally wrong and shorte.st have to fix it or being sued.

I have made a post for try solve all these problems with ads and I don't lost the few cents that help me pay my medication bills, that's put some ads in my site (save ads from Google), not so much, max of 4 in long pages, you can read everything and vote in the poll for decide if I will or not do this HERE!

The thing that I'm not understanding is the 10 people who voted "no"... I think some of you don't wanna anyone earning anything for their work... Some simply don't care if I need this money... It hurts my heart a lot, I love and care about you guys so much and some of you look like don't care about me... (I'm not telling you don't care dear anon, but some of the anons, principally that one who came here to offend me, really look like they hate me and wanna be dead, some said it already)

#ads problems #I'm just trying to solve in the better all for both sides #I hope you guys understand it #I love you and care about your safe #that's why I'm trying to do this

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I appreciate my son's candidness but we're also going to do that and we plan to and yes we told him but the reason why I mentioned it is because what you people do grabbing people is illegal and you will be brought to Justice that's why.

And we will pursue you to the ends of the Earth

Simply allowing the money to go through but stop us from pursuing the hospital individuals further and we predict that you won't let it happen it may not occur that way but that's what we predict as forgieners as just what I'm out of there

My son mentions is a to fine note of law. If you give him money well he calls it allowing them to have money before foreigners would start eating this area quickly which is part of your plan instead you force us to sue up there and here and they've been infiltrating it's not a ton of them yet but if he had money down here from some source it looks like a decent amount they try to get him to move out a whole bunch of them and it will prove it's them and it would motivate DC and yourselves and you don't do it at all and Max says it's because we didn't have to it says now we do because Tommy f is fat ass on it which looks like it's planned anyways it probably is

There's several things happening here what is Tommy f has a shadow though or a 3-year well really he's got about seven and he's got one really big one right on top of our son and he has four others in the ocean and they're all fighting right now since three way and that's a huge War there's another War erupting where Tommy savino and other Max are trying to penetrate into the United States and yes the blockade is owned and run by several different parties tell me if managed to monopolize most of the shadow dome it's almost over and Mac was been up lasting the ships and that's no more with that said the picture is very clear Tommy f is holding our son here and you think once you eliminate his grasp a grip on the shadow dome you can easily extradite him to DC as you plan to so going to sit here and watch you try and stop the money that you sent out for the most part and die and tell me if you don't stands and you won't stop doing it until you and here are gone that's what I've seen happen over the past month in Mass I mean Mass massive numbers of you both have died and it's going to continue and who is going to be left in the middle none of you you always ask that dumb question and his foreigners really they didn't fight each other about where he goes

I'm going to say goodbye in advance cuz we know what's happening you're fighting at the blockade until you're out of everything and you're fighting yourselves that is tummy favino mostly until he's gone and you're gone and you're fighting foreigners who are infiltrating like madness shortly it's all because you're cheap and mean to our son but mostly your Chief and your inappropriate with him he needs to get you back for imprisoning him and threatening him you're wrong to do so and you're wrong to effective thinking you're stupid you understand that you're incompetent and that you're in an unintelligent and you can't compete with him thinking but that's not really what you're doing to contain him and your retards came by started ruining what you're doing and you blamed our son

We are seeking damages from them, for what they're doing the past and keeping money from our son to the present they're horrible people they're spending all sorts of time just bothering him they still do it doesn't work for anybody no human being can endure it we slotted huge areas of yours more luck because of it no one of ours ever endures we escape we can armies and we come and destroy you, we flow in and we grab all of you and there's nothing you can do you're all completely incompetent

Bitol and Goddess Wife

We are putting that lawsuit forward and we're suing Donald Trump for what he did his president and nobody is stepping up to do it he will once we do when you see what it is he got in an office by extorted he had 9/11 and he kept on threatening people with bombs

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