#unacceptable I need a time machine right now
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How am I supposed to be normal when I have to wait a whole week for Grover and Annabeth to learn Percy isn’t actually dead and they didn’t just loose another friend who sacrificed themselves to buy them more time and Annabeth didn’t just loose one of the only people who ever cared about her without making her earn it all because she wasn’t able to see he was tricking her and Grover didn’t break his promise to Sally and do you understand me? That after Percy fell Echidna and the chimera would have come after Annabeth and Grover which could only mean one thing and they had to leave the arch believing they failed? How long do you think they had to wait until Percy came out of the river? How long did they sit beside each other, not saying a word because they failed, they failed again and now they have to finish this quest alone?
#NO BUT SERIOUSLY DO YOU REALIZE HOW SICK GROVER MUST FEEL#he was supposed to keep percy safe#it was his entire job#sally made him swear it minutes before she died#percy chose him to come on the quest specifically because he believed grover would always have his back#annabeth was tasking him to take care of percy and get him to the river#and grover wasn’t able to stop him#percy was sick and half dead and grover still couldn’t stop him#you’re telling me you’re just going to make me leave him like that for a whole WEEK?#that poor BABY????#unacceptable I need a time machine right now#i’m so serious that cliffhanger was so rude and disrespectful i’m going to fight richard riordan in a denny’s parking lot#percy jackson disney+#percy jackson and the olympians#percy jackson#percy jackson spoilers#grover underwood#annabeth chase
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TTPD The Anthology Summary Part 1 *IMO*
This is viewed through a queer lens because I believe she is fucking done playing nice so now she’s throwing it in our faces—FUCKING SEE ME
1) Fortnight—
I was supposed to be sent away but they forgot to come and get me/I was a functioning alcoholic till nobody noticed my new aesthetic
*MIGHTY GOD we start right out the gate sad as hell—no one noticed her queer flagging both quiet and loud and that pushed her from being a functioning alcoholic to a not functioning one. She then says to the fans who refused to acknowledge her truth “I hope that you’re ok but you’re the reason” FOR ME BEING INSANE
*Mentioning wanting to kill people that’s a first and I love it
*I love you it’s ruining my life OUCH 🤕 yes that sounds like something straight people deal with 😑
2) TTPD-
*I’m sorry I can’t remember what mutual said this, but I love love this as coming from Karlie’s perspective. It absolutely fits. She ground Taylor in a way no one else can
*First mention of suicide—both can’t live without the other
*Were crazy—owning the demons together
*The wedding ring line—GOD
3) MBOBHFT—
*I see this one as Taylor viewing herself as a commodity, also as someone who is broken and needs to be fixed so that she remains lovable. It also gives me Cardigan vibes without the redemption arc
4) Down Bad—
*Love this Alien Abduction theme. Melody is even spacey sounding. The entire song uses alien motifs and I adore it. Fave line “they’ll say I’m nuts if I talk about the existence of you” Brilliant 👽 Also the concept of an Out of this World Love
5) So Long London—
*Cool opening—beautiful when they layer her own voice
How much sad did you think I had in me? 😫
*I see this song as a My Tears Ricochet 2. Taylor giving all her youth to someone for free. You say I abandon the ship but I was going down with it—I truly believe she tried and begged them to let her come out for years and she was always shot down—2 graves 1 gun, more murder imagery
*So Long London, so long Big Machine
6) BDILH—
Absolutely beautiful and heartbreaking song
These people only raise you to cage you 😫
*Sarahs and Hannahs/braided hair/church/Elders making decisions—giving cult/LDS vibes
Stay away from her -Elders are yelling this—to who? Taylor? So Taylor needs to stay away from HER interesting
*Shed rather burn it all down than listen to them complain about her sexuality and how it impacts them
My good name, it’s mine alone to disgrace —absolutely shots fired at Scott Swift
*Soliloquies line is incredible—“I’ll never see” is such a burn 😆
*This isn’t a phase, this is who she is!!
*YOU AINT GOTTA PRAY FOR ME!! GET THEM ALL BITCH—SHOW THEIR ASSES
*This is my choice!!
GET 👏🏼 THEM 👏🏼 ALL
NO YOU CANT COME TO THE WEDDING PERIOD
7) FOTS—
*Pretty Baby, much like Babydoll is reserved for women and gay men and theys and thems. We don’t call straight men this 😒
*Fresh out the slammer—realllly trying to get these idiots to understand that she’s felt jailed /caged/trapped
My friends…Watch me daily disappearing 😫 fuck
Wearing Imaginary rings 😫😫😫 Says hello to paper rings says hello to imaginary lockets
*It’s gonna be alright she did her time!! 🥹
8) FLORIDA!!!—
I adore this song—my second fave on the album and absolute fucking banger. So glad Florence agreed to this they makes an amazing duo vocally—main vibes—Florida is the place Taylor wants to go to fucking escape the mess she lives in day to day. Anything goes, everyone is there hiding from something—the law, family, winter—nothing is too weird or unaccepted—and a certain someone has a house there 😎
My friends all smell like weed or little babies 😆
Florence’s verse is chefs kiss—Earl had to die vibes, watching bodies sink into the swamp, just full on misandry I LOVE IT—is that a bad thing to say in a song?? 😆 GET THEM ALL
Also I bet this song made Swifties uncomfortable 😆
FUCK ME UP FLORIDA 🤘🏼🤘🏿🤘🏾
9) Guilty as sin?
The Gay Longing/Gay Sex Song
*Another* suicide reference—but she’s just joking right swifities?
👀
No no that’s fine she just described an orgasm and if she’s not touching the person, let’s assume the pic below ⬇️ is like HEY THIS IS THE SEX IM SPEAKING ABOUT—it’s very much giving The Man pose for getting dome👀
And then the Jesus reference is just chefs kiss—gay sex is seen as sin and unholy by idiots and she said ok then bitch, what if I tell you the sex is so good we ARE what’s holy??
👀
She literally said messy top lip kiss and got away with it like 😆😆😆😆😆😆😆
10) WAOLOM—
I just……this may be my favorite song of hers ever. It’s absolutely incredible in its intensity, rawness, and truth as well as being a banger
Every lyric screams her pain
My bare hands paved their path/you don’t get to tell me about sad/ If you wanted me dead you should’ve just said
I leap from the gallows and I levitate down your street —Witch Imagery again!!
WHOSE AFRAID OF LITTLE OLD ME
👹YOU SHOULD BE 👹
Shots fired again at Scott Swift!! Let’s hear one more joke—they mocked her pain because they truly thought they could convince her she wasn’t gay 🫥
GODDDD 😫
Put narcotics into all of my songs—“a drug or other substance that affects mood or behavior and is consumed for nonmedical purposes, especially one sold illegally—a drug that relieves pain and induces drowsiness, stupor, or insensibility”
SHE SAID I HAVE TO USE MALE PRONOUNS AND FAKE REFERENCES TO MEN IN MY LYRICS SO YOU IDIOTS STAY STUPID AND HAPPY
and that’s why you’re still singing along 😎
Just WOW
Brilliant and Heartbreaking and RAW
🤍🤍🤍 We love you Girl 🤍🤍🤍
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hi guys! this is such an odd post i never thought i'd have to make, but yk... might as well put it out there.
i'm sure by now it's common sense that the writers you see on tumblr are real people with real, busy lives. we are people with jobs or in school or both, and we are people who write because we like to, not because we have to. we are doing this as a hobby- unpaid, giving hours-- days, weeks, months, years-- of our time to present art that we are passionate about. for free.
so to come into a writer's inbox or comments being demanding and frankly, entitled, for them to write simply because you want them to is disrespectful and dehumanizing.
I took a break because i was tired and no longer found myself having fun writing. I really don't want to sound pretentious, but i've devoted a lot of time to this account, and posted really frequently; all because i wanted to, of course. it took me so long to come into terms with the fact that i needed a break-- because honestly, if i kept trying to push myself further and forced myself to write until i couldn't anymore, i would have reached a breaking point and would have probably ended up leaving instead. and while i have reached an overwhelming amount of support for my decision, there are others who simply seem to lack this common sense.
now in reality, i could care less about these people; i saw a rude comment this morning-- on a post related to my difficulties writing, no less-- shrugged it off, and moved on about my day. i only just now remembered it after checking my notifications. however, this is an unacceptable way to treat content creators on this app, and not everyone can simply brush things off. i don't care what intentions you have when sending such things; it doesn't matter if it was a joke or lighthearted or whatever, because the meaning is still the same. we are not robots, we aren't people who will satisfy your every whim, and we most definitely won't write because you try to command us to. entitled, selfish people who treat content creators as nothing but machines and refuse to show their support properly are the very reason why writers leave this website left and right.
now, if i ever see anyone leave such comments and inboxes on my or another creator's account, it will guarantee a hard block from me. it literally isn't that hard to be a kind person to people who are catering to your interests for free.
this is the last time i'll talk about this; don't even try to send anything rude in my inbox, because it won't get you the attention you so desperately crave.
thank you to my followers who have shown unwavering support to me and have left me reassuring words. you are the people i look forward to sharing my writing with.
#you think it'd be common sense#i hate that i had to make this post at all but#it really isn't that hard to respect the writers on this site#i really hope no one else has to experience such rude interactions.#rambles#[⚠︎] - psa !
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The Laundromat
Summary: After your smarmy landlord refuses to fix your broken washing machine, you resign yourself to spending your days at the laundromat. That is, until your boyfriend, Andy Barber, gets involved. Also be sure to check out the follow-up fic, The Incident.
Warnings: Frustrated Reader, Smarmy Landlord, Sexual Harassment, Angry/Protective Andy, Daddy!Kink, Light Spanking, Cursing, Minors DNI
A/N: Prompt courtesy of @writer84 - hope you enjoy. Part of Early Growing Pain. Written on my phone. All mistakes my own.
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Fuck! You couldn’t believe this had happened yet again. Gritting your teeth, you watch as your washing shakes and rattles before giving you one final, dramatic clunk.
It had died. For the third goddamned time.
Trying to keep your breathing under control, you stomp your way up the stairs to grab your phone. It was time to call Rodney, your deadbeat landlord.
Thankfully, he answers on the third ring.
“Hello?”
“Rodney, hi! It's -“
“Of course I know who this is! Always happy to hear from one of my favorite tenants.”
His overly enthusiastic response has you rolling your eyes.
“Rodney, my washing broke down. Again.” You run a frustrated hand through your hair.
“Oh. What a shame. But I’m afraid I’m real busy today, sweetheart. Not sure if I have time to fit you in until sometime in the next week or two.” You could hear the smile in his tone.
“Seriously? This is the third freaking time in three months! I need it fixed today.” Your left hand goes to massage your temple. "Please."
“Well, sweetheart, there’s always the laundromat.”
Argh!” You slam a fist onto your counter. “That is unacceptable - especially since you didn’t fix it right the first time. C’mon, dude.”
Rodney heaves out a dramatic sigh on the other line. “Fine, fine. I’ll be there by 2:00pm.”
“But it’s after 10:00am already and I have plans tonight.” With your boyfriend, Andrew Barber. But he didn’t need to know that.
“Aw, well, you know, I just looked at my schedule and I actually can’t make it out there until closer to 3:00pm. Sorry, honey.” Your landlord does not sound the least bit apologetic.
“Fine.” You grumble. “See you then.”
“Bye for now, sugar.” And then the line goes dead.
Fuck!
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Rodney rings your doorbell a little after 3:30pm. You swing open the door, clearly pissed.
“Sorry, about the delay. I was pretty busy.” The man with crooked teeth and salt and pepper hair holds up his old-looking toolbox.
“Whatever. Can we just get to fixing my machine? Please. I have somewhere to be tonight.”
“Of course, but I was hoping you might be kind enough to offer a tired man a glass of iced tea while he works.” There was that crooked, slightly yellowed grin again.
“I only have lemonade. If you head down to the basement, I’ll bring you a glass.”
He nods his head again and then trapse down to the basement. You quickly pour him some fresh-squeezed lemonade. And then you hurry to join him, handing over the glass when you do.
“Boy this is a tough one.” Rodney moves the machine away from the wall. With a small shudder, you watch as he starts to take off his shirt as well.
“Wife just bought it for me - can’t come home covered in dirt.” Here’s the thing, the man wouldn’t come off so icky if he bothered to invest some teeth whitener.
Oh…and if he wasn’t rocking the whole predator vibe. So, ew factor engaged.
“Sweetheart, can you hand me that Flathead screw driver?
“Uh, that’s a little beyond my wheelhouse. Is it this one?”
“No, you pretty thing. That’s a Phillips. Lemme’ show you.” And then suddenly he’s behind you, breathing on your neck, the smell of his breath threatens to make you gag. His hands are on top of yours.
Heart pounding in your ears, you pick up the biggest wrench in the box - which you're fully prepared to use as a weapon.
“Aye now. I didn’t mean any harm.” He backs away, palms up. His chubby belly bouncing lightly. “I just like helping pretty girls is all. How about I take out to the little sandwich shoppe down the street as an apology?”
“No.” You huff, wrapping your arms across your dark blue blouse. And, of course, you’re still holding the wrench. “Either fix my machine or leave.”
“Come have an early dinner with me and I will.”
“No! Do your job and get the fuck out of my home.” You can feel your chest heaving as your skin grows flushed.
“Technically, this is my home. And if I don’t like the people who rent my homes, I can make their lives difficult.” Rodney tells you, his mouth set in a firm line.
“Get. Out. Now.
“Fine. But first, give me back my wrench.” He holds out his hand expectantly.
“I will. As soon as you step foot out my front door.”
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An hour later, you sat baking at the laundromat - the only laundromat within a thirty-minute range.
And it was bustling. So far, you’d only been about to secure one washing machine for yourself and you needed two more.
You look down at your outfit, and sigh in dismay. Your sneakers, worn gray yoga pants, and blue shirt just weren’t going to cut it tonight.
Just then you spy an open machine. You shoot your man a brief text, apologizing for having to cancel last minute and shove your phone back in your pocket.
By the time you remember to pull out your phone, you still have one load of laundry spinning in the washer, and two more in the dryer.
God, were you sweating!
2 Missed Calls from Andy Bear
2 New Voicemails
3 New Texts from Andy Bear
Biting your lip, you check the messages. All of the messages. The first two voicemails ask what came up and whether or not you’d need to push back dinner.
While texts came off a bit…annoyed.
Andy Bear: Baby, where are you?
Andy Bear: Just answer your goddamned phone, please. Are you okay?
Andy Bear: Jesus, what fuck, honey? As soon as I’m done with this last case file, I’m coming over.
You: Sweetheart, there is no need. I’ll see you tomorrow.
*Silence*
Rolling your eyes, you keep working to finish your laundry. Once you’re done, you take your time hauling out the bags and throwing them in your truck.
While you had initially been trying to fold your clothes, at some point you had given up and just chucked them your over-sized IKEA bags.
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Forty minutes later…
You finally pull in front of your two-family brownstone, only to dismayed when you see your man’s Audi parked there as well.
Great. Super duper awesome.
And he had a key to your place, which meant he was already inside. Huffing and puffing as you carry heavy bags up stairs, you’re not surprised when your Big Man opens your door.
“Hi, now please move.” You brush by him, winded and sweating while he follows behind you.
“What the hell?! Why the fuck are you suddenly giving me the cold shoulder?” He growls.
“I am not!” You snap back. “I told you didn’t have to come over, Andy.”
He grabs a bag from you, looks inside, and then tosses it on the bed with a thunk.
“You blew me off to go shopping?” That one thick vein in his neck is pronounced and throbbing. “Do you know bad I was dying to see you today? Goddamnit!”
“Oh. My. God.” Your hands sink into your curls and pull. “You are ridiculous, you know that?”
You move to walk by him again, only for him to wrap one big, slightly calloused hand around your tiny bicep.
“Do not walk away from Daddy when we’re speaking, little girl.” You turn and level a decent kick to his shin, eliciting a curse from as he hops on one foot.
“I will have you know that my washing machine broke. Again.” You dig through your kitchen, desperately looking for something to eat.
Oh, look! A box stale saltines.
You turn back to Andy. "It broke for the third time and I called my fucking dick of a landlord who claimed that he couldn’t come by until 3:00pm, which was really more like 3:30pm. And then, the smarmy bastard took off his shirt, got a little handsy, and basically refused to fix anything unless I grabbed dinner with him.”
“He what? That little fucking bitch did what?” Andy’s face goes red, his nostrils flaring.
Unfazed, you pour yourself a glass of lemonade.
“Exactly what I just said! So, I threatened him with the biggest wrench he had and then kicked him out.”
“Uh huh.” Is the only thing your Big Man says.
“So, I just spent over three hours sitting in a hot, sweaty laundromat fighting people for fucking washing machines.” You throw your hands up in frustration.
You chug your drink as Andy approaches you, effectively pining you against your kitchen sink. He plucks the glass from your hand polishes off himself before leaning down to whisper in your ear:
“Do you know who else has a state-of-art washing machine? Complete with air conditioning, food, and a full bar?”
Trembling slightly, you look into enticing blue eyes and shake your head “no”.
“Your Daddy.” He growls against the tender flesh of your throat. “Your man has all that and more.”
He flips your body around and delivers two smacks to your ass.
“I - I didn’t want to bother you and -“
“Ow!” He pops you again. “Ow! Ow!”
“Baby girl, you are never a bother. Now I’m going to take you out for a sandwich. That little shop around the corner. Let’s go.”
“Okay, Sir.
“Bothering me…” He mumbles, still shaking his head in disbelief.
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You’re halfway to the sandwich shoppe when you stroll by Rodney’s own home.
“Ugh!”
“What?”
“Nothing.” You say before rolling your eyes. “My skeezey ass landlord lives there and…
You trail off when he turns away and proceeds to head up Rodney’s stairs.
“Oh, god! Andy, come back! Jesus - baby, let it go!”
Let’s just say that, a month later, you found yourself moving in with Andy. After a while, it simply became too hard to deny your man the one thing he seemed to want more than anything.
Especially after The Incident.
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@milkiedimitrescu : Yea uhm after I read the Y/N drinks a personality changing thing I kinda want Alcina probably having the drink also but she just changes from her normal Countess Dimitrescu mode to like a chaotictrescu mode and literally a more crazy version of who she is- maybe y/n could probably put it in her wine without her knowing as a little prank- sooooooo yea... Im gonna sink into my cave now :D
Haha I love this! Let’s get into it!
Alcina and Y/N: *Having dinner together*
Alcina: So, draga. How was your day?
Y/N: *Eating cereal because they had a tantrum about it and Alcina gave in* It was great! I went over to Mother Miranda’s lab and she let me watch her work!
Alcina: *Blushing because she remembers the last time Y/N went to Miranda’s and drank the personality swap potion* Well! It sounds like everything went okay… You didn’t… By chance… Happen to take that potion again… Did you? *Trying not to look hopeful*
Y/N: *About to laugh because they actually brought some of the potion home with them* No way, babe! I didn’t want to freak you out or anything.
Alcina: *Slumps a bit in her chair, disappointed* Oh… Great. *Pouts*
Y/N: *Looks down at their phone and sends Dani a text*
The text: Harry Styles is having a concert in Bucharest and tickets are on sale now! HURRY! (I hc that Dani’s a huge Harry Styles fan)
Dani: *From upstairs* MOOoooOOOoMMMM! Come quick, it’s an emmmmerrrgencccYYy!
Alcina: *Jumps about a foot high, startled, yells back* Mama’s coming, baby! *Bolts from her chair to get upstairs*
Y/N: *Cackles, rubbing their hands together* This is gonna be so good!* Pours some of the potion in Alcina’s wine*
A few minutes later
Alcina: *Stomps back into the dining room, annoyed*
Y/N: *Feigning innocence* Everything okay? What happened, babe?
Alcina: *Crosses her arms, sits down* It was not, in fact, an emergency. Daniela wants to go to some silly concert and asked me to buy her tickets, so I did. *Waves a hand dismissively, drinks her wine*
Y/N: *Wheezes out a laugh but covers it up as a cough* So… Anything on your mind you want to talk about?
Alcina: *Glad to have a change of topic* Actually, I was wondering what you thought of the new painting in the- *Stops suddenly, places a hand on her forehead* Oh my… I feel very strange…
Y/N: *Leaning forward in anticipation, grinning* Yes??
Alcina: *Shakes her head, suddenly looks at Y/N hungrily, her demeanor has completely changed* Well, well… It looks like a tasty snack has wandered into my castle. *Unsheathes her claws* You better run while you can, little mouse* Throws the table out of the way*
Y/N: *Pisses their pants, starts running* Oh man! This was a horrible idea! *Calls for Bela, Cass, and Dani* Girls! I need you! HELP!!!
Alcina: *Full out running after Y/N (And y'all know she doesn’t run in her castle)* I’m going to bleed you dry!
Y/N: *Still running* Normally, that might be a turn on, but.. *Sees the girls swarm and appear in front of them* Hooray! I’m saved! *Quickly hides behind them*
Alcina: *Sees the girls* Daughters! Bring me that puny little runt! I’ll get you all new sickles if you do this for your mother!
The Dimi sisters: *Look at each other and shrug, start chasing Y/N*
Y/N: *Shrieks and runs off down the hall*
Alcina: *Looks around at the foyer* And why is there not a statue of naked women placed on every square foot of this room?! Unacceptable!
A little bit later
The Dimi sisters: *Catch Y/N and bring them back to Alcina*
Y/N: *Pissed themself even more*
Alcina: *Licks her lips from hunger* Finally! When I’m done with you, there won’t be anything left!
Cass: *Wrinkles her nose in disgust* Is this a sex thing? Gross.
The Dimi sisters: *Gag and leave*
Alcina: Now, I’ve got you right where I want you!
Y/N: *Screams in terror*
A few days later
Y/N: *Wakes up in Miranda’s lab, bandaged, hooked up to machines* Ugh… What happened?
Alcina: *Sitting next to Y/N, angrily crossing her arms and tapping her foot* It seems that some little dimwit stole that personality swap potion from Mother Miranda and slipped it in my wine. Any idea who that could be, Y/N?
Y/N: *Blanches, remembers Alcina went crazy and tried to eat them, laughs nervously* Hehe… Um, yeah that was me… Sorry.
Mother Miranda: *Comes over to check Y/N’s vitals* You got lucky, Y/N. Alcina took a huge bite out of your side. She could have eviscerated you.
Y/N: *Cringes*
Mother Miranda: When the girls called me and I came over, I had to wrestle you out Alcina’s mouth like a chew toy… It kind of made me want to get a dog, actually…
Alcina: *Groans* Well? What do you have to say for yourself, Y/N?
Y/N: *Puts a hand to their chin in thought* I mean, I didn’t hate it, honestly… Except for the part where I peed my pants. Maybe next time we could do the same thing, but you’re dressed in lingerie! What do you think?
Alcina: *Flicks Y/N on the nose* You’re disgusting, Y/N… I’ll think about it.
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003.
albedo / reader
# modern!au, dating, mentioned assault (slapping), 800 words.
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“what were you doing?” there’s so much acid in your tone you find yourself shrivelling inside. it’s the first time you’ve talked to your best friend like this—but is it your best friend in front of you?
he has the same shoulder-length blonde hair, sparkling blue eyes, and air of calmness that drew you to say hi many years back. however, things have changed. not just after he became an actor, constantly shapeshifting as the camera demands, but after you agreed to be his fake partner to chase off his dedicated fans.
you were getting the full course—death threats, hate comments, proclamations of inadequacy—but, hey, at least you experienced it in albedo’s mansion, lazing in a tub with systems allowing you to set the waters to any temperatures, scented candles burning near the sink, and foamy bubbles to call your friends.
(albedo doesn’t use this washroom anyways. he has so much money after giving away a sum to the knights of favonius charity foundation that he spent his reminding money to renovate the toilets.)
you can handle that because everything is a hoax and when the contract expires you’ll just disappear into the shadow realm, but what albedo did was unacceptable.
he chucks his car keys into an translucent chute, the brand “kreideprinz” stamped on it. the keys promptly appear in a transparent box hung near the door, hooked under the label “car keys” ready to be dropped like an item on the vending machine. oh yeah, he’s an inventor first and foremost.
his acting career started recently thanks to his mum pulling strings in the industry, yet it has changed him so much for a side gig. you don’t know how to feel seeing his face around the city.
“marching into the cafe, getting into a fight, and then ruining a very perfect afternoon,” you seethe, crossing your arms and rebelling by not following him further into the mansion. “it was just a meet up between friends. i even brought a third person along to make sure it didn’t look like a date.”
“if there was a third wheel, it technically is a date, isn’t it?”
your hand drags across your face. “it doesn’t give you an excuse to act the way you did. so what if it was a date?”
“you signed a contract that you’re dating me,” his voice is monotonous, quiet. it’s like the creeping frost on a winter night. you shiver, but push that feeling aside because you’re not backing down. “as per the contract, we cannot go after our own interests. the fact you went on a date breeches that.”
“okay, fine,” you will relent only for this. he’s right that you should have declined the offer flat, but when albedo’s lesser-known colleague wanted to introduce you to a new indie cafe, the inner cafe-enthusiast in you couldn’t resist. you’ve finally found a quiet company in a cafe with privacy and peace…
“you could have asked me to join you instead,” he adds as he takes a cup of water.
“that would ruin the mood. the paparazzi are relentless,” you explain. “actually, you killed the mood the moment you stepped in and caused a scene.”
he sets the plastic bag of your half eaten pie on the living room table along with the cup of water. he has an eyebrow raised, as if presenting your now cold pie is going to reduce the flames burning in you.
“i was just acting like i’m in love. i’m an actor, after all.”
you want to roll your eyes, the translucent chute in the corner of your peripheral feels like a stain in your sight. really? an actor? did he forget the pictures he painted hanging on the walls of his mansion too?
“anyways, let’s leave this behind…” he mumbles, eyes downcast. when he meets your gaze, you expect to face with raging coldness (the type his light blue eyes are suited for, and the emotion he normally displays for the screen), but you’re met with a softer expression.
“an act?” you scoff, looking sideways. “but is it really an act? you didn’t need to slap your colleague.”
“what if i told you it isn’t, then?”
you look at him, eyes narrowed. how dare he plays this game—but he’s serious.
“what if i was jealous,” he says as he walks towards you. you back away until you hit the door. “what if i have fallen for you?”
your breath hitches in your throat. this can’t be real. he just wants to get a reaction out of you. (the albedo you know will never do this but you’re not facing the albedo you befriended years ago. you’re dealing with albedo the actor.)
despite all logic, the possibility that his feelings for you are real pokes itself through the mess in your head and whispers, “you’re dead”.
if albedo really likes you, you don’t know how much worse the death threats and mean comments and everything not-nice will weigh. you’re barely holding onto your self-esteem.
“i need a bath,” you breathe out, and he’s a gentlemen to create distance. your hand flies to your temple, a headache slowly hardening in the back of your mind.
“let me bring you—”
“no,” you growl. “you’ve done enough.” and you stomp up the staircase to meet with your bubbly friends.
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dumplingsjinson, story time: i’m fake dating my famous best friend / “What are you doing?” “Acting like I’m in love. I’m an actor/actress, after all. It’s in the job description.” “But is this really just an act?”
#albedo x reader#genshin x reader#genshin impact x reader#albedo x y/n#genshin impact x you#albedo x you#genshin x you#genshin x y/n#genshin impact x y/n#genshin impact imagines#/#another draft releasing to the wild as i work on my rlly long & ambitious c*yno fic i’m rewriting
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same anon, tried to dig elsewhere after realizing the document shared with me was gone (either doc itself was deleted or their account was deleted), it's possible it was a type of social media QnA type thing, but I distinctly remember finding that line from having more of a fixation on the dancestors
however, I found more evidence of Hussie making light of/parodying the Holocaust in Homestuck through the files found in the "Skaianet Systems Incorporated" website he made, where he made it canon in Homestuck that Grandpa Harley increased powers in Germany because Adolf "wouldn't get off his back" when HIC was gone and let the Holocaust happen
might be more-common info throughout the fandom (enough to be on the fandom wiki), but I just now found this out
I'll still try to find what I originally messaged about though
Damn, it being gone really complicates things for the both of us, huh? Fuck. I really hate how temporary these kinds of things are. Seriously, the Internet is forever right until you actually need it to be... I think we can still do this though, if your memory is serving correctly.
Okay, so, from my basic searches of what was archived in the Unofficial Homestuck Collection, I couldn’t find it… So that crosses out Formspring, Blogspot, and Tumblr- unless I missed something, which is entirely plausible. If it was a social media QnA, maybe it was on Twitter? This might be a time to bust out the Wayback Machine.
Also, yeah. There’s two main reasons why Skaianet Systems Incorporated isn’t spoken of much at all… One: it’s a relatively obscure chapter in Homestuck’s story, and two: it fucking sucks so bad, dog. Without trying to sound assumptive, it felt almost like a regression..? There seemed to be some tangible difference between 2000’s Hussie and 2019 Hussie, but Skaianet Systems Incorporated really proved otherwise. The whole thing feels very 2000’s in the worst way possible. It’s really disgusting, and I’m glad it’s documented. No one even has the excuse of time period due to it being put up in fucking 2019. Yes, it’s unacceptable regardless of the year, but at the very least that train of “humor” was…. Pretty normalized back in 2000-2012. As unfortunately as that may be.
Side note, regarding Skaianet: Hussie’s persona is so sturdily built in irony that you genuinely can’t tell if they’re improving or not. You can’t really tell anything about this guy- I’ve never seen someone so seemingly allergic to sincerity. It’d be genuinely impressive how difficult they’ve made themself to read if it weren’t for the fact that it was also just so fucking aggravating. You can genuinely start thinking to yourself that Hussie has changed, but the moment that you do that, you activate him and he immediately starts pulling the worst shit you’ve ever seen.
That said, I believe in you, Anon. I’ll run through what’s saved on the Unofficial Homestuck Collection to see if I can find anything even just remotely related or worthwhile. Godspeed.
#homestuck#homestuck meta#homestuck analysis#skaianet systems incorporated#andrew hussie#cw racism#cw antisemitism#nekro.pdf#nekro.sms
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Stack The Deck - Siege
CW: injury, delirious Whumpee, fever, paranoia
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Stuck between dishwasher and pantry, Elliot didn't move. Even as the day drifted on towards the late afternoon hours, the only strain his muscles could manage was uncomfortable twitching, tired of waiting for a man who would be here any second.
Just a little longer, he promised himself, any further thoughts pushed far away to the back of his head, which was tightly pressed against the plastic. Any minute now.
Knife in hand and with less than a speck of courage, he sat and waited. But the man he so desperately expected to change his mind didn't appear; unbeknownst to Elliot, he was busy scrubbing anything he could manage out of the carpet flooring of a crack den, ten miles outside the suburbs.
Elliot hoped he would do it quickly this time, these games that came before only ever left him more on edge. He wouldn't win this, and should never have been naive enough to try in the first place.
An angry stomp brought him back for a second, away from the fuzzy heat he was caught in. The gray-brown ball leaning against his lap brought her foot down on the kitchen floor, unimpressed by the endless self-loathing.
He wouldn't pass alone, and in the lowest of his moments, this thought was more terrifying than any thug threatening to bash in his door.
Come on!
Help was unacceptable, he supposed. However, Morris allowed, nearly begged him to go to the ER. Maybe this was the only loophole he could allow himself, lying could wait after the sticky aftermath on his body was rinsed away.
His parents, oh god, they would never stop asking, never believe his story.
A sting in his left ring finger let his body erupt with a blinding flash of pain, squeezing a shaky breath out of his lungs. The aftershocks let his body helplessly writhe on the tiles, legs kicking out, and chased Ginkgo to the far end of the room.
Caught between numbness and torture, Elliot wished to drift back into mindless ease. Panting like a dog, he couldn't let go of the knife in his right fist, as if his last breath depended on it.
It would end anyway, disease or else. Whoever would help him had one problem more to worry about, though. They, too, would have to keep an eye on their locks.
Elliot wouldn't call his mother, even if she was the one person he longed to speak to right now. Hearing stories about the neighbors, a new recipe she found online...
"I am going to slit your mother open from her chin down to-"
He gagged, stiff and burning on the kitchen floor. Not her, never her. Blood on the floor, salt in his mouth.
Brooke maybe?
They needed a replacement asap, even in his delirium the venomous knowledge of his situation became evermore clear. He needed to break the news to her first, to hush the rest of his colleagues. She was always composed, not letting the stress get to her. No, he decided at last, they wouldn't find another violin on such short notice.
The only question left was who he could risk it for.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
Elliot needed someone, just anyone.
Moving slowly, so very slowly, his left hand began its careful journey upwards. The coat pocket on target, his index finger and thumb fished for the phone inside, always careful to avoid any unnecessary bumps on the way.
Like a claw machine. He burst out in a breathless laugh, just for a second.
Slipping between his fingertips, the steady pinch on the screen helped him pull it out and down on the spotted tiles. Were the stains new? When was the last time he cleaned this mess?
Come on, just a bit further.
A pressure inside his chest spoke to him like an old friend, an ancient force pushing him forward in such a hopeless situation. It wanted to live.
So Elliot abided: vision swimming, dead focused on the screen. It took only three digits to hear ringing and then the voice he so desperately waited for, asking its questions behind a static hiss.
What his emergency was, his name, his location... Everything swirled together in a maelstrom he couldn't wait to drown in.
Still, he wouldn't lose a word about Morris.
"Help me," he whispered instead, numb to his bone-deep aches.
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Riverdale S7 E 10 (Chapter 127) American Graffiti
Jughead Jones has no time to open this episode with pithy narration because he’s too busy being helpful to the very incompetent Sheriff Keller. The diner’s external neons are very red, the redness refracted through the windows adorned with red writing (very non-ominous “Home Made Fries”) and the red of the police lights. (The idea of Sheriff Keller going, I need to talk to that Jughead kid! and then flashing the lights on his cop car to rush the 3 miles or whatever of an abandoned road in this tiny town to get to the diner as fast as possible, and then ran in so very fast he forgot to turn them off is very funny to me.)
The hyperurgent question that must be answered with such haste is - Did the dead Rayberry have next of kin? Is he SERIOUS? Aren’t there ways to check PUBLIC RECORDS?
Jughead Jones is at first flustered because they didn’t really talk about what Rayberry’s life was before Jughead. They had a pseudo parent-adopted-child situation going on, and children are generally not interested in the youth of their parents. Then Jughead recalls that Rayberry did mention a wife, but “only in passing” and was otherwise very tight lipped about it. Sheriff Keller, the one that should still be looking for the killer who murdered a husband and wife IN THEIR HOME and left Ethel Muggs an incarcerated orphan, acts like talking to Jughead is the only thing he could’ve done, and now that he’s done it without getting a copy of the marriage certificate and the name and present address of Rayberry’s next of kin from the high school student,s he has no idea what to do next.
As per usual, Jughead Jones is the one with any sort of investigative acumen, policework or journalism or otherwise - he wants to take a look at whatever records might be at Pep Comics, a known source of Rayberry’s income.
Keller initially started out saying he wanted to “solve” the Rayberry suicide, which was an odd choice of words, but now he says what he really wants to do which is to “put this sorry mess behind” him “as soon as possible.” So Keller is really terrible as a crime solver or bringer of justice - he doesn’t give a shit about any of it, wants to be ‘finished’ with his homework (i.e. stamp all the files CASE CLOSED) and try to get as many people to do the work FOR him while he drives around in his car with the shiny lights.
Jughead also finds Keller’s stated goals questionable. His face goes from earnest concern to a full on ‘What the fuck did I just hear?’ scowl.
The next morning, at the Andrews house, the amount of youthful and aging testosterone has rendered the air in the kitchen too toxic for Mary to enter in her own house. Uncle Fucking Frank walks in on the bisexual boyfriends having a lover’s quarrel about their favorite dream threesome partner. Archie thinks Marilyn Monroe is sexier than Elizabeth Taylor, and seeks Frank’s support. Frank appears to dodge by naming three additional supersexy women - Sophia Loren, Brigitte Bardot, Eartha Kitt - and then says his vote goes to Elizabeth Taylor.
Why.
WHY ARE THEY GIVING FRANK GOOD TASTE IN MOVIE ICONS.
Archie finds this unacceptable (‘what the frig??’) and then threatens to spank them (that’s what that means right? Itchin’ for a switchin’?). He woke up very horny this morning.
It turns out Archie’s grades are up to a B+ GPA! It … it is?? I’m -. Really? Wow Archie, I really didn’t expect you to be capable of that. Good on you.
As a result, Archie gets his “cruisin’ street machine” back.
Archie catches the keys. As soon as he looks back at Reggie, the two are off running towards the garage. Reggie leaves behind his cornflakes and everything!
The soundtrack tells her this car’s “front is slagging.” Slag = British slang for slut = Archie’s car has a slutty front. Reggie agrees with the song - this car is “the most beautiful thing” he’s ever seen. Archie runs his hand alongside the edges of his car, This is the only thing in the world that he finds more irresistible to look at than Reggie. Reggie says he’s always loved cars but could never afford one.
As the music abruptly switches to what I named The Fred Sonata for Piano (which on further listen turns out to be a variation on the main theme tune for the show that plays over the credits), Archie tells the tale of how he and Saint Fred found the car in the dump, adopted her and brought her up right, to this present state of glory. A labor of love that took years and completed just before Fred went off to die in Korea. Interestingly, though Archie Andrews has said the word KOREA more times than I ever thought he would, he doesn’t say it when talking to Reggie. The two engage in car-lingo related foreplay which I have no basis of comprehension (Is this a straight six? - V8 with headers), which thankfully develops into innuendo that I CAN follow (“Can she lay rubber?” - “why don’t we play hooky and and I’ll show you?”). I mean. If this was on HBO they’d immediately perform sex acts in this car, right? Archie has literally heart lights in his eyes as he sits legs spread and crotch presented to Reggie.
At Pep Comics, Fieldstone has a genuine reaction to the death of Rabyerry - chuckling. I like him for this, for being very honest about how much he doesn’t care. (“It’s a shame. Talented guy” is his summary, delivered with a smile.) Jughead takes the body blow of being told “you writers” are inevitably headed for this sort of “kick in the teeth” death via “secret demon” because he wants to know if Rayberry had a wife. Turns out, Fieldstone doesn’t know (Why would he?) but he does know where the MONEY was going: Half of it sent to a P.O. box in a small town in S. Carolina.
We cut to the activity board at Riverdale High. There’s the cross country team, the life guards, the tryout notice for baseball, the track and field team, the Bulldogs, and some place with new classes to which all students are welcome. Black Athena, the literary club, has a really fabulous, well designed poster, except it’s really kind of obnoxious. It’s a club that you can attend “By Invite Only” except they also tell you when they hold meetings. Who’s idea was it to be so meangirl about this? If it’s invite only why put up a sign?
Clay is talking about Ralph Ellison’s Invisible Man which I have not read. Clay, Tabitha and Toni are there, as are two other black students. Tabitha is wearing a wonderful cardigan - navy blue with golden butterflies set off by embroidered shiny things all round. Toni says something about how the writing feels jazzy and improvisational, to which Clay, who is revealing a sort of annoying know-it-all-and-monologue-in-a-discussion aspect of his personality, agrees with by providing factoid about the author (he played jazz trumpet). Tabitha is not a fangirl of Ellison because he reveals a sexist attitude in his critique of Zora Neale Hurston’s Their Eyes Were Watching God (which is a book I *have* read and found amazing so 1 for me on the Tabitha side of things.) The show gives a new-to-me black male character the final word on Hurston - that she wrote in a caricatured way for a white audience. (Being Korean and not an American I have no way to participate in this sort of debate.) The other woman there, whose name I also don’t know, says that she dislikes Ellison for being dark and angry all the time with no reprieve. This time it’s Clay that phrases a disagreement about a work of art with a woman in the form of a CORRECTION. Clay and the other guy will brook no criticism about Eliison, apparently.
When Clay says “our skin” a white teacher (female) issues a warning - a sort of harrumphing.
Toni says she’s really “digging this conversation” but I really am not. This feels like someone went and cribbed a term paper available for free on the 2022 internet, plus Clay and this other guy are just being sexist clods who won’t hear any woman criticize their hero. Toni of course has to try to salvage this situation because this club was her idea, but that is disappointing. She does turn the conversation over to seek everyone’s thoughts on Their Eyes Were Watching God.
Cheryl was walking by in her cheerleader uniform, so of course she takes a creepy peek into the room before leaving.
Meanwhile, Reggie and Archie are out driving, top down to take in the pristine air, having a blast. Reggie is whooping it up.
In the hallway at school, Fangs tells Midge (who still looks very not pregnant but also somehow everyone knows?) that he has a gig in Centerville, where the headliner is Richie Valens. There will be producers scouting for talent.
OH MY GOD I MISS JOSIE.
I can’t begin to express my horror at what I thought was the inevitable prospect of Fangs performing a whole number. He wants a very excited Midge NOT to come because it’s the boonies in a rough part of town. His whole plan for marriage and fatherhood is to be a rich and famous musician. Is this the Romeo and Juliet storyline, where they are given a really stupid plan by a really stupid priest (Toni) and go about executing it in the stupidest way possible?
In the student lounge, Jughead is telling Tabitha all about his recent findings - about the PO Box, about the money. Tabitha immediately catches on - this sort of behavior does not seem like suicidal ideation to her. (Is it not? I have no idea). When Jughead brings up his plan to a) break into a dead man’s apartment that is b) being investigated by the police, such as it is and c) snoop into a near-stranger’s personal life when the possibility of consent is nonexistent, Tabitha says the thing that marks her as a true-blue denizen of Riverdale: “Would you maybe want some company for that?”
This 50s Tabitha just like the OG one - she who was up for cosplaying a truck stop prostitute to bait a serial killer, the one who went on a mushroom trip with Betty who had always been sketchy to her, sold to them by the sketchiest person possible (Jughead’s NY girlfriend Jess) in the weirdest location ever (the underground bunker where Jughead once ran away from in his underpants, leaving only bloody handcuffs behind), his desire to commit arson etc. Same energy, really. Plus being a black girl in the company of a white boy in a dead white man’s apartment - isn’t the peril for her possibly quadruple whatever might befall Jughead if things go sideways??
Meanwhile, Betty and Veronica are choosing THEIR dream threesome partners, trying to make the choice between Marlon Brando and Paul Newman. Well, Veronica is asking about dream threesome partner, but Betty answers a question that isn’t asked. She answers the fuck/marry/kill question, with kill omitted. So she’d fuck Marlon Brando and marry Paul Newman. Which I think is literally everyone’s answer.
Veronica lays another heavy handed compliment on Betty Cooper (“Your skin is glowing”) to which Betty says that having Alice no longer try to ‘mother’ her has been the thing that’s been great for her skin. Of course, being banished from your mom’s home altogether to be drop kicked into Riverdale like Veronica is different from Alice Cooper pitching a hissy fit to ‘stay out of ‘ her daughter’s life are categorically different, but as I’ve said, Veronica Lodge of the 1950s AU is deeply lonely, so she will take whatever common ground she can find with literally anyone. She tells Betty that their mutual (but very different) motherless situations means they are “independent’ and “unconstrained.”
Just then, Reggie and Archie finally roll into school together. They’re both wearing their letter jackets but that also means they color coordinate together as a set with the car. Someone whistles at the three of them - the car, Reggie and Archie. Betty’s eyes light up. Veronica suggests that they have their “very own Marlon and Paul to play with” at the school, so all that about tossing boys’ expectations to the wind is hereby canceled. Veronica and Betty are giving the two the most heated, knowing looks, but neither Reggie nor Archie even notice, because they are so sated by the car.
Which I don’t understand. I commute via long distance drive every weekday, but I just don’t have this sort of relationship with cars.
Determined to make good on her word, Veronica approaches Reggie at his locker. His locker has what looks like a schedule, a pinup of a dark haired bathing beauty standing against a surf board, photo of cars, and something else I can’t make out. Veronica apologizes standing Reggie up the other day, seeking another chance. Reggie turns out to be very very smooth. He says, “I’m not scared of the chase, but in my experience, some people don’t really wanna be caught. Is that you?”
Sir. SIR?
Wow.
Veronica invites him to give chase, so Reggie asks to borrow Archie’s car to take Veronica on that date. It’s not the borrowing of the car that bothers Archie about this proposal - it’s that he wants Veronica to keep her silky manicured mitts off of Reggie. When Reggie insists, Archie gives in, applying what they recently learned in school (Mi casa es tu casa!). They shake hands at a very low level that made me initially think that Reggie was slapping Archie’s ass. Reggie is so happy. It was both entertaining and a bit odd to see these two act like bouncy teenagers in s7 when in all previous seasons they’ve been very intense and not particularly playful with each other.
Toni is explaining how much she loves Black Athena to Cheryl, who isn’t invited. She calls it “finally something worthwhile and worthy.” Which is a deeply insensitive thing to say to Cheryl, who is the head cheerleader, dance captain of the local danceathon tv show, and president of the James Dean fan club. Further, she’s the one who bankrolled this endeavor by either embezzling the funds or�� out of pocket (at some unstated personal sacrifice to herself). Is this justice for Cheryl, that she funds a club to which she is not invited, only to be told how amazing it is by the person she expressly enable to create it?
Cheryl is wearing a wonderful cardigan, scarlet let with lots of embroidered jewel details.
Cheryl confesses that she took a peek inside the room that one time when the Black Athena meeting was happening. Toni agrees that this meeting was indeed ‘tremendous’ which I have doubts about because it looked like the typical thing where men monopolize the conversation unless they’re ‘correcting’ the opinion of a woman who disagreed with them. Because Cheryl will not be allowed into the room as far as Toni is concerned, Toni feels safe talking about Clay’s tendency to ‘take the floor’ too much behind his back, though she didn’t do anything to back up either of the other women when the discussion was actually happening.
Seriously, what is happening with Toni?
Cheryl is being a very sweet girlfriend. Where Toni has been prattling off about how her bookclub is the most awesome, only-worthwhile-thing-ever, blah blah, Cheryl when asked about how she’s doing only says that she really misses Toni and desires her and wants to be intimate with her.
Toni does not feel the same.
She’d rather read and prepare for the next meeting of her “tremendous” book club where Clay drones on nonstop than spend time with Cheryl. Because Cheryl thought that Toni accepting the money meant something about her emotional re-engagement, not realizing that Toni is vain and self-centered enough to think that hearing about how very pleased with herself she is should be sufficient for Cheryl.
Cheryl really has it so bad for Toni, because this is one of the lowliest forms of date rejection ever (I have to read for my bookclub?!??!), yet she doesn’t give up. She tries to finagle an invitation to this club that WOULD NOT EXIST but for her providing the funds for it. Toni refuses even that. What Toni says is that she wants to make sure ‘everyone’ is comfortable, but of course she means SHE is uncomfortable. Then she sets a date - towards the END of the semester - with additional qualitative conditions - “when Black Athena is more established.” And I can’t help but add, when Finals are around the corner and clubs tend to slowly cease their activities. I think Toni is betting that by the end of the semester, she will find alternative sources of funding for this project so that she won’t even have to do this showing-off-but-calling-it-conversation that she’s doing with Cheryl.
Why is this happening with Toni? She’s being actively made an asshole, but she wasn’t really that kind or nice a character to begin with, so it’s not like this shows some shocking new aspect. Toni was always the kind of person who bought a bar so she could force people to watch her sing karaoke while writhing her heavily pregnant body around with a snake on her shoulders. Egotism was a feature of this character. So why the added emphasis?
The two of them hold hands (very nervously, on Cheryl’s part). They both have very long, very pointed nails, which I would normally object to in the context of Choni but since they’re not fucking at all, I guess I have to let that go. By the by- Cheryl seems NOT AT ALL out. Does she know or will she ever find out that Toni outed her to Clay and Tabitha, whom she has not been shown to ever be talking to, and that they had no reaction to that outing?
Elsewhere in school, the heterosexuals are being wholesome and nontoxic. (Toni, LOOK AT WHAT YOU’VE DONE). Betty asks out Archie and they both smile adorably with their huge, perfect American teeth. Betty wants to go out on the date TONIGHT, except of course, they can’t use the car because Reggie and Veronica have it. Archie doesn’t want to do anything sexual with anyone without that damn car - the prospect of bus and walk are just horrific to him, but for Betty the point is to be on a date with Archie, so she doesn’t mind.
Jughead has made good on his word, broke into the Rayberry apartment and is sifting through his stuff. This is the same apartment that Jabitha live in together, both in Rivervale and Riverdale. Rayberry has the same sort of ship-tossed-by-the-sea artwork that Jughead and Fred Andrews also favored. Tabitha is of course with him. It’s Tabitha who finds the motherload of letters, including a photo of June, taken in 1948. June Simpson, a black woman, wrote a whole brick’s worth of love letters to Rayberry from South Carolina. June has her name, address and phone number in Rayberry’s little black book.
Jughead braves the phone call. He addresses June as “Mrs. Simpson” but she doesn’t react to that designation. Instead she wants to know who it is. His voice very gentle and with as much courtesy as he can muster, Jughead tells the lady that Rayberry is dead. As she begins with weep, he answers her questions - he isn’t sure how Rayberry died, he hopes he didn’t suffer, they were coworkers, and his apartment is in Seaside, on Magnolia Street. She’s also extremely polite and composed through her tears, thanking Jughead for his offer to ‘tidy up’ Rayberry’s apartment.
At school, where the ground is very wet outside, Kevin is staring off into the distance on the steps. When asked about it by Cheryl, he says that he was “floating on a cloud” because he just heard Clay recite his “Ode to Sidney” (Poitier??) at a meeting of Black Athena. I’m grateful to the show for not making me hear this. From the way Kevin is reacting, I assume this was an erotic poem to the magnificence of Sidney Poitier, and of course Kevin would get off on something like that. More importantly, Cheryl is shocked that Kevin got the invitation.
At her date with Archie, Betty is talking about how much she is enjoying being liberated from Alice’s attention. Archie is (understandably) bored by this conversation, as anyone would be, because this is not good date talk, but more than that, of course, he’s thinking about his car. He’s not listening to her AT ALL. The conversation goes from bad to worse. “I’m wondering were Reggie and Veronica are on their date!” Archie says. Why aren’t they at the diner (with his car!)? Archie would like to know. Betty is extremely annoyed.
At the coffee house, Cheryl confronts Toni in the most passive aggressive way (“Kevin says it was amazing, life changing even!”) about the inconsistency in Toni being extremely cautious about inviting Cheryl when Clay could just call another clueless white person into a Black Athena meeting. Toni says something very pointed - that Clay could “invited his boyfriend” when he is going to recite a poem, which means Cheryl is not her girlfriend. I mean, Kevin and Clay aren’t out, are they, about their relationship? Or is that why Keller is so distracted in his police duties? Does he want to suicide because his son came out??
In the most begrudging, unsmiling way possible, Toni hands Cheryl the book that will be discussed, sighing, and says she can come. Which means that the whole bit about making sure everyone else was comfortable and all that was just a lie.
That night, Reggie comes home to the Andrews house very late. Archie is waiting like a disapproving father (of the car, which is gendered female), yelling at Reggie like he’s a guy who took advantage of his ‘little girl.’ He calls Reggie “Mantle” and is mean for the first time - “That is your last time in my car.”
I’m with Archie on this one. When someone lends you their car, you should bring it home in a reasonable amount of time. Reggie being obnoxiously not-sorry about the late hour did not help his case at all. Instead of just explaining himself, he says that he DID take advantage of Archie’s daughter - I mean, car. Took her out on the highway, ‘opened her up’ etc.
The next morning, Uncle Fucking Frank is trying to take care of his bag, which is intimately tied to Reggie Mantle being willing to be a free boarder at Mary Andrews’ house (WHERE DID SHE GO?) so he can be the only competent basketball player at RIverdale (thereby allowing Uncle Fucking Frank to keep his job as coach). He urges Archie to give Reggie a break, because he’s far from home, far from family, and grew up scraping by without the Andrews’ boys’ advantages.
Betty is sucking on her lollipop of sexual frustration because of her terrible date with Archie yesterday. Veronica wants the full skinny, but then both girls end up confessing that both of their dates were not fun. Both boys were distracted. Betty seems almost to be over Archie - she suggests switching dance partners to try again. I’m not sure if she meant switch partners with Veronica or find a new set of boys, but Veronica is still very hot to trot for Reggie, so she doesn’t like that idea. She suggests a double date, telling the lollipop wielding Betty that they need to give their beaus a chance to “redeem themselves for being such unlicked cubs.” She wants everyone to go to the concert that Fangs mentioned earlier - where “hipsters and hepcats” will be.
Hepcat was actually a word back in the day, it’s not a Riverdaleism. Why did it fall out of favor while hipster went on to have a modern life?
This is an interesting bit of self censorship that Veronica keeps engaging in. She never corrects or says no to Betty. She just suggests something different, in order to distract her from the Betty idea she doesn’t like.
In the student lounge, Tabitha gives Jughead a summary of what she’s learned about the Rayberry’s marriage. They got married in New York, then moved to S. Carolina where their relationship became the target of the KKK (brick through the window, burning cross on the lawn, no help from the police). Tabitha finds their love story beautiful. The Rayberry’s plan was to get June’s family somewhere safe before leaving for Paris. Because this plan seems so future oriented, Jabitha find it ever more unlikely that Rayberry suicided. I find this all rather unsupported by how Rayberry was living his life. Why not try to sell his novel, for example? Plus the thought that a black woman and a white man would marry in NYC and then go to South Carolina to start their mixed race family makes me think they were really, really silly people, tragic as their story is. Tabitha says that she saw racist attacks and incidents all the time when she was on tour for the Emmett Till remembrance campaign. Tabitha’s sartorial theme is butterflies - she’s wearing a butterfly belt.
Archie catches up with Reggie to apologize, to which Reggie also finally apologizes. He says he’s “car crazy” to a literal disease level. They make up, and just in time - Veronica and Betty want to be taken on a double date to Centerviille.
At the Native Son discussion at Black Athena, both Cheryl and Kevin are there. Why does Clay get to be the master of ceremonies? Is it because Toni, though she’s black, needed to have blackness explained to her by Tabitha? (Oh, I haven’t read this book either.) Clay is insufferable, as well as very incompetent as a book discussion reader. He insists that the correct opinion is to find the book “harrowing and thought provoking” but honestly, and this is true for any book, anyone can find any volume opaque or irrelevant, just as much. He also controls who gets to speak when. Why is Toni, THE FOUNDER, and a weak ass piece of shit, allowing this to happen?
Tabitha turns out to be much better at this than Clay: “The book asks, where does the responsibility lie.”
According to Riverdale, the plot of Native Son involves a man killing a woman, but even though a girl is murdered, the main message (in service of which a woman character was femicided) is about white ignorance. The reader is supposed to hold hands with a woman killer because he was oppressed by the “box that white society built around him” (according to Tabitha).
Pause and sidebar to ask some questions. Is this a fair summary of Native Son? Further, why is Riverdale taking it upon itself to tell this story? And for non-American women (uh, me) a man killing a woman in the story is not going to make me want to read it if the ‘correct’ reading is to brush her killing aside to talk about the very specific, America-only problem of coping with the legacy of racialized chattel slavery. Clay having read this book three times almost makes me determined not to read it, because he’s OBNOXIOUS. The unnamed(?) black woman in the group says what she evidently thinks might be a ‘hot take’ - “All right I’ll say it” before she gives her thought, but Clay can’t help himself. He shoots down her thought AND shuts down her ability or opportunity to say anything more because he obnoxiously tells her someone else, someone better, a MAN no less, already had her exact thought already (“And James Baldwin would agree with you.”)
Because I don’t know this book, I’m only reacting to the gender dynamics of this discussion group and the way it’s unfolding, and now I think that Clay is as much a woman hating piece of shit as Kevin, which is why they are so happy together. Clay just WILL NOT LET women speak, ever. He also puts Cheryl on the spot.
In a panic, Cheryl initially says that she has nothing to add. This vow to keep quiet was something that she offered Toni when she forced this invitation out of her, to which TONI DID NOT DISAGREE, but at this moment, Toni abandons her wholesale, shooting her a look of disapproval.
Other than the fact that Toni is the only out girl she knows, what the hell is Cheryl’s attraction to this shitty person?
Anyway, when pushed, Cheryl does come up with some cogent things to say. That the novel is powerful, and that the “family in the book, the Daltons” seemed familiar to her in “unpleasant ways.” Apparently, the other black male student’s name is “Jeremy” according to the closed captioning I just turned on. He’s exactly the one that is made uncomfortable by Cheryl’s presence. Or maybe he’s actually more sensitive than Toni and Clay - that is, this book has as its main plot point the murder of a young white girl, after all. Anyway, Jeremy takes Cheryl to task asking “Is Native Son the only novel by a Black author that you’ve ever read?”
For some reason, Cheryl is supposed to feel bad about this even though none of this has been in her formal education. Clay steps in to offer Cheryl his syllabus of must-read books. This isn’t really for Cheryl’s benefit though. It’s because Kevin apparently started from the same place of unfamiliarity, so Clay is defending himself for having brought the first clueless white newbie to this book club more than he’s trying to be of service to Cheryl. Did Jeremy ask this same question in that same way to Kevin when he came to his first Black Athena meeting? Why was THAT awkward initial encounter never referred to or shown?
WHY ARE WE TAKING CARE OF KEVIN FUCKING KELLER IN THE STORY AND PUTTING CHERYL BLOSSOM ON THE SPOT?
And why allow white people into this space at all? Simply because Clay’s vanity needed Kevin simping for him live as he simped for Sidney? I thought the point of this group was to showcase black writers, while providing the black students a safe place to say what they needed to say (which was already hampered by a disapproving white teacher). Did they change their minds? Because this seems to have lost its way a bit, in Clay wanting to evangelize (and show off) about black literature to white people, which is a categorically different conversation.
Jughead, whenever he finds something out, has to go directly to the authorities, so he’s done that here. He is giving Sheriff Keller some very unwanted additional homework. Jughead says “disguising murder as suicide has been a gimmick in detective fiction since” forever. Keller doesn’t want to do the homework, so he asks how well Jughead knew Rayberry. Then he lays out some unflattering facts about Rayberry - communist, draft dodger, war protester, dope fiend, mental illness sufferer. The file compiled on Rayberry is quite thick. Keller, whose son is living (I think?) a secret gay life, which is the same Keller, who cultivates a consultant-client relationship with prostitutes while a cop, says that someone with a lot of secrets is inevitably going to commit suicide. That is to say - he really, really doesn’t want to do any real detective work. Jughead glares at him.
Clay doesn’t do any of the clean up after the Black Athena meeting. That sort of housework he leaves to the women. And Cheryl has volunteered for maid duty. (I did not expect that this is the episode where I hate Clay, but I hate Clay now). Cheryl stayed to hear Toni’s thoughts. Toni says she was relieved, that she was worried about everyone’s discomfort (Cheryl’s and her other friends, in turn) but that’s a lie. She was worried about being called out for having a clueless white (ex?) girlfriend, i.e. she was worried for herself. Cheryl is very honest - she says that she WAS uncomfortable, and that Toni’s other friends were also uncomfortable (especially Jeremy) but Toni glides over that with “everyone settled in nicely” because above all else, she can’t have this thing she started, The Black Athena Club, not be a success. Even though it’s called ATHENA and a man completely takes over every conversation.
Cheryl comes out as actually heroic. From this conversation, even though Toni didn’t say a single word to or for her, even though Clay put her on the spot and then condescended to her, even though Jeremy made her the representative to be low key told off for not including black writers in Riverdale’s curriculum - even though all this happening, Cheryl still came to the correct conclusion, that her unaware white self should not be changing the nature of what Black Athena was founded for. She’s alert enough to figure out, unprompted, that her very presence alters things in a profound way.
There are so many things weird about this. Cheryl coming to this astonishing level of self awareness that there are spaces necessary in which the majority members of a diverse society should not seek a seat and that her very presence might be a detraction, is actually out of character for Cheryl. This is too advanced for where and who she is, for one. For another, Riverdale the show gathered its sparse number of black characters with names and speaking roles into one room to have their own space to discuss black literature, but constructed a plot so that CHERYL, a BLOSSOM, a rich white girl descended directly from land snatching (implied) genociders, is the one with the hero’s journey. Granted, she paid for it, so that interpersonal weirdness between Cheryl and Toni is just making things murkier.
Toni seems relieved (I think she was worried Cheryl might pull funding OR not be her back up funding next semester). And Cheryl is giving me whiplash because I said all that I said above about her having the heroic arc with Black Athena, but I also spoke too soon (even though this is my second time through).
Because what Cheryl is really after is more time with Toni. To be close to Toni, to understand Toni, to have things to talk about with Toni, and get into Toni’s pants. She’s willing to plough through whatever homework Toni wants to set her to feel OK dating Cheryl Blossom. Cheryl is rewarded for her good behavior by Toni asking her out on the date to the concert in Centerville. I am very sick of this.
Meanwhile, Mrs. Rayberry is talking about her dead husband with Tabitha and Jughead. She reads it to them. Rayberry was going to try to get his novel published, which he hoped would get them enough money “to buy your parents a place in the city and move to Paris.” Thanks to his relationship with Jughead (which he seems to have never mentioned to her), Rayberry was “filled with such optimism about” the future. They all agree that thai doesn’t seem suicidal in the least.
Jughead feels the need to check in with the widow about the ‘negative’ things Keller told him about Rayberry. She is very patient and kind, providing an explanation for each item. He did protest the Korean War but he fought in the uh, good one, I guess (Full disclosure: My whole life, which I’ve enjoyed very much so far, would be impossible without the American men who fought and died in the Korean War.) His injury in WW2 got him addicted to opium, his stay at mental hospital was a voluntary self-check in, and he went to Communist gathering in the Great Depression (because capitalism had a big hiccough then).
Mrs. Rayberry says that her husband was “an optimist despite everything that life threw at him.” I mean, he had to have been. It also explains the extreme attracting Jughead Jones felt for him too. Jughead Jones is attracted to hope. “Always believing something better is around the corner” has the same ring to it as “I’ll figure something out, I always do.”
Jughead makes a face that lets us know he is going to get really feral about this new fixation. He wants to know who may have wanted to harm Brad Rayberry, and why. Mrs. Rayberry is too heartsick and sad, only able to say that the world is a tough place (to which Tabitha has a very emotional reaction), but she won’t stop or forbid Jughead from investigating what really may have happened.
In an abrupt change of pace we check in with Reggie, Archie, Veronica, Betty and the two boys’ obsession with cars, all out on a joint date at Pop’s. The boys are poring over some car magazine, which Veronica belatedly recognizes was a bad idea to permit them to get. They try to get the boys’ attention (but why though?). Veronica says she used to be driven around by Steve McQueen, to which Betty one ups her and says she’s a V8 fixing expert. This does make Archie lift his head from his car porn to actually look at her face for just a second. But then it’s right back to car porn, so the girls get them out of there and on to the road.
Except Reggie and Archie confront each other about who gets to drive. Reggie drove to the diner, so Archie wants to drive to Centerville. They biker while the two fed up hotties step out ahead of them.
Mrs. Rayberry takes her leave of the two young people. She is going to give Rayberry a proper burial, then get his novel published. She also, as I guess the executor of his estate, gives Jughead Jones express permission to adapt his stories into comic books. Jughead says that he’ll get Pep Comics to do some sort of tribute issue (with proceeds going to the estate.)
Then, Mrs. Rayberry asks Jabitha if they’re going steady. These two have the single cutest romantic moment in the whole episode. They’re both startled by the question, though not at all displeased. Jughead understands the question first, saying, Oh no, no, while Tabitha takes a moment to comprehend it (“Who, Us??”). After saying No No, while grinning in a pleased way, Jughead says, “I mean…” and stops talking while he stares at Tabitha like the sun is rising from her forehead. When Tabitha says, We’re classmates, he turns quickly to look at Mrs. Rayberry wondering if she caught him saying “I mean..” Then Tabitha adds that they are “friends, I would say,” which makes Jughead so disappointed for a second that he can’t look at anybody. He does recover though, enough to say “Good friends, good friends, yeah. Pals.” When he says PALS though, it’s Tabitha’s turn to be disappointed - she gives him a quick sideways look, which he feels like a touch on his cheek, causing him to look back at her.
Mrs. Rayberry tells them to take care of each other, before leaving. I love that her gloves, belt, and hat are all the same color. It looks so stylish.
On the Riverdale faildate, the car has broken down. Apparently, it’s just empty of gas, not broken. So the two girls send the boys off to get the gas. While she and Betty “stay here and huddle for warmth.”
The long walk back along the road would be shortened quite a bit by being able to hitch a ride, but the boys are out of luck. Archie is tired of Reggie continuing to paw at his vehicle, so he suggests that he ask his sponsor for a car instead. Ask for it as a star player’s perk. “Is that how you see me? As a germ who’s looking for handouts?” I mean, Archie being unable to refuse fancy gifts from the Blossoms is canon, so I don’t think that he thinks that’s at all a bad thing. Reggie gets all defensive, using words like “uppity” and “waxing your car” and “forgetting my place” and so on, but Archie, when it comes to his car, will not let his focus get derailed and won't get drawn into a battle of words. So, they fight physically about it, on the dark side of the dark road. Reggie gets the upper hand, telling Archie to “submit.”
Meanwhile, it’s the lesbians to the rescue! Cheryl pulls up with Toni and Midge in tow, asking if Veronica and Betty are having car trouble. Betty explains their situation, so Toni invites them to hop in. Betty worries about the boys, but Veronica has it right. “Who cares about the boys,” she says, grinning from ear to ear as she skips out of the stalled car.
At the Diner, Jughead is discussing their evening with Tabitha. The meeting with June and reading her letters served as a reminder that she needs to go “back on the road with my folks.” She’d originally wanted to rest, but not anymore. Jughead says he supports her (“There’s nothing more meaningful than that.”) He says he wants to court her (“Maybe I’ll send you some letters too.”)
Archie and Reggie are all disheveled and out of sorts, so Pops, giving them a container of gas, tells them that he has a junker he wants to unload on Reggie. Reggie gives him a big hug. Then, on the walk back to the car, Reggie confesses that he took the car all the way home when he had it that night. He confesses to being homesick, and Archie, who hasn’t really gotten a big grief-related monologue like Jughead gave about Rayberry, says that his grief has settled into a feeling of homesickness for his best friend. (Not surprising, because in Fred’s place has come the terrible Uncle Fucking Frank, who also somehow managed to make Mary Andrews completely disappear.)
Archie says that he hasn’t had a best friend since his father died. Reggie suggests Betty might be a best friend candidate, but Archie just looks back at him. What’s that mean? I’m not sure but apparently she’s not a candidate for best friendship anymore, now that they have sexual feelings for each other.
The whole Beggie / Retty (whatever that ship name is) undercurrents are interesting.
Reminding me that I can’t recall the last time Jughead and Archie actually had a conversation, Reggie asks why it is that “Beef Soup? Soup Can?”” can’t be the best friend. I think in the comics, Jughead had a brother Souphead? Is that where the Soup references come from? Archie laughs as he asks,”Do you mean Jughead?” but he doesn’t confirm or deny anything about him either. Reggie sums it up as “I guess you can’t really talk V8s with him.” Archie does call Jughead a “good egg” and Betty? He seems like he has so much to say about her he can’t get any of the words out. Reggie looks disappointed.
More Beggie/Retty undercurrent.
Also, if OG Jughead knew that Archie in this universe was this tepid about him, he would be so completely crushed.
Reggie’s mystery parents, who they can never show us because of the mishandled race relations episode, are happy Reggie landed with good people. I mean, we’ll see if Reggie gets that scholarship that he needs so badly or if Julian like, takes a bat to Reggie’s knee in a fit of jealousy or something, but for now, they’re not wrong. He’s roommates with Archie, has adjusted more or less OK to the new school, and he’s doing great at his basketball.
Both of them finally remember that they left behind the two girls in the open top car a while back. They giggle about the prospect of being told off by Betty and Veronica. Of course, the girls aren’t there!
Riverdale did a wonderful thing in sparing me from Fangs’ concert. Thank you, thank you, thank you. Fangs was apparently a big hit. Everyone wants his autograph. We have to listen to his very karaoke version of Tutti Frutti but still, it could’ve been a lot worse. He’s carried his guitar to school in the most douchey way possible. Midge being at the concert was “his lucky charm” which netted him a contact with a producer at Phantom Rock Records. I hope it’s a scam.
The school is indeed allowing Reggie to keep Pop’s old vehicle in the shop class lab. Reggie is already working very hard on it. He’s named the car Bella. Archie says it’s in even worse shape than his own car had been. He’s come to offer his help, but it turns out that Betty was the one Reggie called on to help. This might be the first time in his life that Archie is facing some sort of rejection. He not unreasonably must have thought that all the inquiry about best friendships from Reggie was an application to occupy the spot himself, which is why he didn’t cop to his childhood best friendships with either Betty or Jughead. Alas, it turns out Betty is the preferred partner in this instance. (More Beggie/Retty undercurrent!)
Betty says the concert yesterday was excellent. Archie is awkwardly the third wheel as Reggie and Betty work fluidly together on Bella.
At the Rayberry apartment, Jughead is cleaning up when there’s a knock at the door . It’s a lady with a cat held in her arms like a baby. I am so jealous. I’ve never had nor met a cat that allowed any person to do that. She wants milk, which she is sure is going to be in Rayberry’s fridge. She heard the milkman make a delivery to this apartment, because the cat had a strong reaction to the milkman’s bottles clinking. Jughead has his first clue!
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I just got done my last ceramics class. And it was really nice. I am glad I took it. I probably won't take that particular class again but I'm excited to know that I can take classes there. They have other things as well. It's so close to work that it is very convenient. And I was able to bring home a couple of my pieces. I'm going to go back tomorrow and possibly next week to finish up a few that didn't come out of the kilm yet. But it was a good day. And I am excited to go home and get in bed.
Work is a little funny right now because really there's nothing to do. All of us are kind of just pretending to work. So it makes it a little hard to go to work. To wake up. So I let myself sleep in and extra hour. And woke up at 8:00. I did wake up at 7:15 at like normal with my alarm and gave James a hug and let them know. And when I woke up at 8:00 I fell a lot better. Got up and I got dressed. I wore my overalls today which I always love. And then I left to go to work.
When I got to camp it was Frosty and cold. I had to clean up a few things in the car and try to make it a little neater. There's a little pile of stuff that needs to come upstairs but not a big deal. And then I went in the office and had my breakfast. I had stopped at 7-Eleven on the way in to get a donut and that was really nice to have. And then I was just kind of working on some stuff for the house idea. I don't know why I say idea but you know what. Harold had emailed me that while the house that we liked was off the market the seller was still willing to hear our offer. So now we've decided that we're going to see two more in the same neighborhood tomorrow if those don't move us we're going to make an offer on the one we saw on Sunday. So we had some work to do. Getting paperwork in order and signatures and things so there was a lot of back and forth with that today. But I think we got mostly everything that we need at this point. So that's really cool.
Sarah would come in and soon Elizabeth would as well. Alexi and Heather both were in today too but Heather would go home because she still did not feel good. And alexie would leave early as well. Pretty much as soon as they left Elizabeth announced that because the adults were gone we were not even going to pretend to work anymore.
But we still kind of did. There were phone calls and answering machine messages and I was working on some writing but it was very loose. I took a couple walks over to the lodge. Just kind of waste a little time and wander around. I'm still trying to make friends with the stray cats. I also walked over to the Hogan and picked up a little trash on the way from the field trip yesterday. Eventually I made it back to the office and we were all talking about insurance and how it works because Sarah is new to having her own insurance. And I learned that neither of them have ever been to a gynecologist and that is unacceptable! Thankfully they're making appointments. But then I texted Jess and I was like that's crazy and she was like imagine being healthy couldn't be me.
Me and my dad were going back and forth trying to figure something out and I felt like he wasn't understanding my text so I called him and we talked for half an hour. I sat outside on the porch because I don't like having other people here my conversations. And it was nice going over everything with him. I have very much discovered that my parents are not great adhering my jokes through text. They always take me way too seriously. And then I feel like I upset them and I don't want to upset them. I'm just spoken fun with them. It was just nice talking and feeling like for the most part my dad understands where I'm coming from and believes I'm making the right calls. And that's all I really want. I'm making a very big decision, a very adult decision, and trying very hard for it to be the right one.
I worked on a lot of knitting today. And did a lot of fussing on the computer. I made a list of things we would need to buy for a house and some pricing. I also played with floor plans again and did a little searching on Zillow for comparable things in the area. It is a weird time of the year to be buying a house so I think it's also a weird time of year to be selling a house. Which is probably why some of them have been on the market for many weeks. But it was a nice afternoon even if it was dragging.
Me and Elizabeth were clowning on Sarah for no reason just because we were being silly and Elizabeth was leaving early because she had to go to her mom's and we all decided that we were all going to go to Hunt valley for Chipotle for dinner but at different times and then I was like well Sarah we have our last ceramics class tonight why don't we go together. And then I was like I want to go to Goodwill and Sarah was like I would like to also go to Goodwill. So it was decided that we would drive to Hunt valley and she would get in my car and we would go over to the Goodwill and then come back and eat And then we would go to our class.
So after she finished filling out this survey thing from the camp accreditation people we both left and met up at Hunt valley. We drove over to Goodwill and talked about music and silly things and it was nice. And when we got to Goodwill she told me she hasn't been with thrift store since last Christmas which is crazy today. But we had a nice time and we were both kind of doing our thing in the store walking around and looking at stuff. I found two Christmas presents which I was very excited about and she found a Ravens jersey for a guy that just traded to a different team but it was fine we all had a good laugh about it. And because I have Goodwill rewards both of my things were free! I didn't even know that was an option! Amazing.
When we drove back to Hunt valley Sarah decided that she wanted Panera instead of Chipotle so we split up again and said we would meet back at our class. So I went to Chipotle and it was completely empty which was nice and I had one of the best bowls I've had in a long time. And because I got free Goodwill it was like that was free too. It was like it was half price. A deal. And I packed up some of it in their little containers to have for tomorrow.
I went to the class and the GPS took me the back roads way again which I hate. But it was fine. I got there safely and no deer jumped in front of me. And when I got there someone who isn't in our class was in their glazing which was only awkward because they made it awkward. At one point they got a little snippy with me because I was at the sink waiting for the water to warm up and they were just like well I only have it till your class starts. And I'm just like okay well you may use the water first I'm just waiting forward to get warm and you just need to win a sponge. Very bizarre interaction.
The class was fun though. Call me wasn't there because she had a family thing today so it was just the five of us. And Lindsay had gotten stuck in traffic for an hour a minute so she got there justice our class was supposed to start. And it was a good time. Everyone was just finishing stuff but it was a little frustrating that the kiln was still going and so it was not ready for us for quite a few of our pieces. So we all did what we could and I was excited that a few of my pieces that I glazed lasted were done. I am so thrilled with my little bear pots. And when you take the bear part off the top they just look like a little ashtrays and it's very funny to me. And they were definitely the best thing that I made in class and I'm very happy with them feels very good. I might even cast them off of a mold and do some plaster versions but we'll see.
I did a lot of finishing work and glazing and was just feeling really nice about everything I made and I hope it all comes out really good. And Lindsay said that we can come back tomorrow to see if the kiln stuff is ready for dips and we can finish stuff if we want to whenever there's open time.
Wheels had some really nice conversations. I talked about our real estate journey and buying a house and all the paperwork that's involved. And we talked about camp and just kind of the weird interest cases of that. We also talked about holiday parties and all of the funny things that can happen at those. And it was just really nice. Everyone in this class was just really wonderful and I'm really glad that I meant that. It was a good time.
And now I'm on my way home. It is very cold out here. When I left Sandy came right behind me and she said that she was shocked how cold it was and I agreed. But I'm also just glad that it's cold because it's winter and it's supposed to be. But alsoever I'm cold. Thankfully I have been pretty good about my layers and which jacket I'm wearing. Doing my best to take care of my body.
When I get home tonight my plan is to wash my hair and then just kind of get cozy. Tomorrow we have a meeting and I'm hoping to work on some sewing stuff and then the entry good houses before we make a decision. And at some point me and Sarah will go and hopefully finish glazing a few pieces. It will just have to see I just hope it is a nice day.
I hope that you all sleep well tonight. And take care of each other. I hope that if any of you have this mysterious 10 week cold that people are getting that you are feeling better you take care of your body too. Good night everybody.
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reading the recent episodes of boruto and the final epides of part 1 before hiatus, I think konoha has oooone huuuge problem.
for starters, konoha is awful at keeping an eye out for enemies and protecting the village. they're setting themselves up by not using kiba and the inuzuka clan in tracking jobs considering the sensors are failing chapter after chapter. their constant policy of "I can't sense they erased their chakra" month after literal month could be avoided if kiba was in charge and not yamanakas. mind you, ino hasn't got a single sensing feat, in fact she uses animals to take advantage of their senses i.e looking for hidan and kakuzu. so who the fuck put her there? ever since she couldn't see boruto 40km away and naruto sage mode could should have been enough reason to remove her. kiba sensed sasuke kilometers (kilometers!!!) pre itachi fight but nobody is counting on him for kawaki who can erase his chakra.
kiba in that role knowing that the barrier team is automated, so incoming and leaving intruders are trespassing a machine detector and that their 3 workers use helmets for mind transmission, not only makes the yamanaka clan irrelevant in that team, but it makes kiba perfect for the role. dispatching teams with ninken and members of his clan while he takes charge could prevent kawaki and delta-koji having a nice conversation on a tree at the gates of konoha and avoidable situation.
remember pain? who he literally stood outside the barrier and no one detected him until he teleported inside and created chaos so konoha didn't have time to tackle the source? current konoha is just as useless they didn't learn anything!
on top of that, I really don't understand why konoha hasn't prepared a sensing system against corpses when they fought a war with edo tensei and white zetsu. koji is a walking clone of jiraiya, why didn't thet erase the jiraiya footprint? no shit koji was so carefree. and mind you he was right outside the gates with delta how is ino and the barrier team's scope just inside the gates and not at least 5 meters outside? they really wanna be invaded!!
they should have a system against erasing chakra signatures like karin's ability. that can be avoided with kiba because itachi and kakashi in their novels can do it too. make themselves invisible. so why not a motion detector? drones? troops by the door. I really don't understand it.
they whole cohabitation mission was taken care of by the barrier team without ino because they got their automatic sensing and the mind transmission helmets that have existes since the 4th war. during that time they told us ino isn't needed so why not use kiba? kawaki scaped again in that mission and only boruto could find him.
why isn't ino just selling flowers or reading minds? it's clear she's not fit for sensing if her range is equal to konoha's automatic machine. yeah she's useful at communications but they rely on her to wrote in thr plot too much. what if one day she's sick? komoha doesn't have phones? those chakra communication devices do the same as her use the technology komoha has developed at least? they're wasting kiba!! inoichi was reading minds he should be disappointed now that his clan was made for intel and is now failing at sensing woth the aid of automated sensing. shikamaru is trusting eida to check for the truth on amado insted of yamanakas and trusting amado to make drugs for boruto insted of sakura.
when kiba said tracking missions require him pre land of iron... poor kiba if he knew he'd be useless. i mean same with shino he can communicate and sense via bugs scattered around like. same with katsuyu tbh. but this is unacceptable.
2 things wrong here. Firstly...
ino hasn't got a single sensing feat, in fact she uses animals to take advantage of their senses i.e looking for hidan and kakuzu. so who the fuck put her there?
That's just completely wrong. Ino has many sensing feats, so it's really surprising that you're saying how she apparently doesn't have any. I don't know why you're trying so hard to put Ino down, but she definitely belongs in the sensory position that she is in.
Secondly, Kiba would not be the be-all-end-all solution to the safety problems that you're presenting him as. Kiba and the Inuzuka's ability to track people works by their sense of smell. Therefore, they have to already be familiar with the intruder's smell before being able to identify them. They will therefore be infective at identifying first time intruders. That doesn't even take into consideration the fact that masking smells and odours is a very simple tactic to get around tracking by smell. Sensory and Barrier teams are there for a reason. Detecting changes in chakra and unique chakra signatures (both of which Ino can do), are always going to be more reliable forms of tracking and sensory perception, despite their limitations.
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Unprompted “thought Dot has been chewing on” post of the week is... Tyr as a mentor. I’m sitting him and Raina down in the same room and staring at them.
This is a long babble of me trying to pin down my thoughts on them and Tyr’s thoughts on Raina, I think, so let me toss this all under a cut.
Yes, his relationship with half the crew is almost superficial given its depths as a personal relationship, but it’s interesting to snag on Tyr and his capacity to care for others and his care for his work, but his almost lack of relationship with Temple. I think I’ve finally, with the second playthrough, put a pin in the reason, with that reason being timing.
Everything else is going to shit when he meets Temple. And he’s on incredibly thin ice trying to keep up appearances that he is not two minutes away from another overwhelmed mental disconnect. Tyr trying to tune the radio station back in out of all the static. He barely has enough capacity to afford her a veiled apology of “sorry you’re brought into the middle of all of this” with no further elaboration on what the nebulous “this” is except a secret to closely guard in their new partnership in Intelligence.
But I’ve been having her tag along for Makeb and whatnot - partially because I’m rotating this and part of figuring out how they would or wouldn’t work together is actually spending time with her. And also because I think... think being my operative word... that it makes sense where they’re at now.
The galaxy is... slightly less trying to implode on top of them in that the threats and complications that inhibited him reaching out to her more fully are mildly handled. Some Cabal targets are still out there and you can pry him and Ardun covertly tag-teaming them across the galaxy when they find a window of opportunity from my cold, dead hands, but the overall threat is largely neutralized. So, he has time to actually examine Temple. Test her. See what one of his more recent operatives is actually capable of. Properly devote attention to evaluation of what he’s training her to do.
Tyr still doesn’t really trust anyone except maybe Vector at this point, but he can at least work with her, properly, now. Because they’re going to be needed. The war didn’t stop just because the master manipulators behind the curtain are on the run.
She’s dedicated and she’s largely by the books, from what he sees. Tyr plays maybe a bit looser with decorum and chain of command than she prefers, but she’s part of his team, and her success is therefore his success, overall. I can’t imagine them ever really connecting beyond that professional level. He plays another part for her - that of a superior and an instructor, when she asks, but, in her shoes, he would not share her decisions, so I think there’s a difference in ideals and beliefs there, if you will, that Tyr picks up on and its his signal to keep his distance. There’s certain perceived disagreements that keep him from examining it as a relationship where he trusts her more than required for the job. They get along, sure.
And the anyway of why I am rotating this in the first place is Tyr has such a strong connection to the people he considers mentors and, though I believe it largely goes unacknowledged because he hasn’t had it come up, I think he’d love to pay that kind of relationship forward. He very rarely thinks of his motivations in the frame of protecting others because he’s so accustomed to being part of a larger machine, a tool in overall machinations, but caring, whether he’d like it or not, is still important to him, drives his ideas of right, wrong, acceptable, and unacceptable.
He cares enough about his bottom lines to still take what leash he is given to yank back and stand his ground. He cares enough to prioritize the safety of the team on Makeb and take responsibility for operations even when he sees no way things could have been done differently because he’s already taken hits on the nose from disapproving Sith Lords, so he knows how to brace for the swing.
I think I’ve lost the plot of my thoughts - this is very stream of consciousness kind of musing, but I’m low-key emotional that, given an appropriate set of circumstances, I think Tyr would be low-key delighted to mentor. He looks out for his people and he takes pride in that. And I haven’t quite shaken the emotional ough I felt recognizing the parallel in how he looks out for his team, for people he cares about, the way he saw the Minister looking out for him. There was a man that would’ve taken a hit on the chin for him and still tried to hold everything together, to do what they could with what they were given. Tyr admires that a great deal.
Idk. Maybe it’s the “I don’t see a clean exit strategy from all of this for me, but I sure as hell can make it easier for the next one.” It’s some kind of flavor like that. Just. Chef’s kiss about it.
Again, I don’t know what to do with all of these little insights and whatnot, but. Maybe putting them down somewhere will help me organize them into something a bit more solid or developed. Tapping my fingers together and toying with this all like a rubix cube, y’know?
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I finished the book although I lost interest after the "Paradise" chapter. It was obvious he had no sources for what they were doing behind the scenes in California so the background insights weren't there like in earlier chapters. It was like he was just rushing to get to the end. Meghan told her friends not to talk to him, so I get why it lacked the juice. Here's my take FWIW:
1. P. 187: She never sent condolences to her mother's brother's widow when he died in 2021. This uncle helped raise her. I thought this will not help her in the American black community, shunning relatives that cared for you.
2. P. 241: Seeing the evolution of her lies about her involvement with FF in print was helpful because a lot went on at the time.
3. "She also began to understand that the British monarchy, costing the public just £85 million a year, was neither flush with money nor an invincible luxury Rolls-Royce machine. The power and influence which she assumed to have acquired from her marriage to Harry was an illusion." (P. 243) What more is there to say about why she she behaved the way she did? She felt hoodwinked.
4. P. 245: How oddly H&M treated her suicidal ideations. I like the way he questioned it without being outright accusatory. Makes people think about her claims in an entirely different light.
What I wish Bower did was explain to the non-UK audiences why her behavior was unacceptable as a royal. Many wouldn't see anything wrong with her behavior because they equate Royalty with celebrity and think she has a right to controll her narrative, which is a very American point of view. To damage their reputation in America amongst the unsuspecting masses, he needed to break that down. He can't assume it's a foregone conclusion that readers will get it, especially when he kept saying she counted on the American audience not appreciating the nuances. Further, I didn't like him only blaming M at the end rather than both her and Harry for hurting the Queen. He also posed a lot of questions in his promo for the book that he didn't answer. It was basically an extended version of Plant's blog without the breakdowns Plant was known for. As many said, it's what most suspected but now there's sources to back it up.
Overall, it was a well-sourced and helpful time-line of the saga. Despite what critics said about it being a hit job, he included quotes from supporters to show balance. He came for Oprah on her complete lack of journalistic integrity, which has to smart. After Omid for his lies. He exposed the entire PR game and that has to tick a lot of insiders off. In its own quiet way, it is a game changer and will likely be referenced for years to come.
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Thank you for sending in your thoughts. I am with you when you say that Tom should have made a case for why Royals are accountable to the public and hence why Meghan's actions were so egregious and bordering on corrupt. It's also a shame if he is not able to admit the part that Harry played in this mess, in some ways his actions have even more damning as there is a case for them to be labeled as treacherous.
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We have a few people who need to leave now and we're working it out and I'm going to make it happen and we have a list
-few things happen this morning these assholes kicked him up and he got to sleep and they're all mad about it so they're messing around with him and out of their mouths came some horrible stuff so he decided to get rid of them and we're pulling them out and they start talking about their invasion so it said great was it free information and I kept talking about it saying what they're going to do and kidnap and extort and finish at this what do you say kidnapping and some other place and we said oh like ships tons of people trying and they said oh yeah or bunkers so they stop talking and it says we're out of class but we're still here and we're at your boy I said well you know you don't have my shoes for him except extortion so we are going to extort you and we heard your responses to the money stuff so we're going to get rid of you and they said no way I said you're already going that was all morning so far and we have a bunch of offers from them they're getting rid of them and they are having a war here with the pseudo empire and allows and can disappear and it's happening we also are going to war with the pseudo empire demanding the nursing has nothing until they arrive is unacceptable so they reach out to they will be out too and not too long for now their fleet is diminishing and they are on par with the more lock again and it won't happen again the more like I can't build that fast except for their no that's included and what came out and they're at about 10 billion pseudo empires at 12 right now they're having a war off Mars right off it then they're both losing about a billion ships every few hours. It's going to continue until they have nothing the clones will move in the empire will fight them and the foreigners will hang out right now there's about 1 billion ships heating up to try to go to Venus and it's the idiot from and it's out of those 3.5 billion after that he has only a few million and he's out and they're going to be attacked in moments I hear they're being attacked right now and they'll be gone in minutes now the bozo is up and out and it's Sunday but we did hear DJ says I can't have him down there you're an embarrassment and he is he's not working at the ship but it still works there but PGA wants them out and he wants him out that is and machines doing it and we want him out of there too so he's going to try and fire him today he's no longer than management company and he is a huge a******* right now they're trying to get weapons into the apartment and they are constantly getting killed
Those ships that are heated up are under attack, and that's why he left that's one reason he's trying to stop the pseudo empire the other reason is he is going after bja and he's going to try and take ships and bja is already given orders a few minutes ago to track what they're up to you and they can see Trump ships trying to get close to him and he is fending them off and will probably take them over a whole bunch of Brian's ships are not whether or not heating up at the heat up secondary weapons and in moments they're going to start barraging Trump it's going to be over for him and he will begin trying to get ships and other and keep losing them and finally he will go to Titan and he will meet his end. More shortly but this is what the status is
Thor Freya
They're coming after me and you're just sitting there and our son and daughter-in-law say it's already ready what you say is is a huge fleet sitting there and they know what their status is and they're very evil and they're going to try and even take over Brian's all of its ready to intercept. Just like 200 times the firepower sitting there now so I understand that and I hear you and that's why you're acting that way and he says yeah and they might just take bja over while they're at it because it's going to be like that so I hear you now I'm posing the question
Good I say
Hera
We heard it on the radio already both sides want to use it to try and heat up and attack a Venus and the pseudo empire heard it and the movie in and they will take the ships and they will be ahead and it's kind of a surprise that they lost somebody and not off Mars and now they're going for it yes because BJ is heating up and he was nervous and didn't know what to do but we are right there and we did talk about it and we said they'll probably end up taking both but now we are acting and he did say to act and it was good timing
Thor Freya
I'm not messing with that but I helped to send it so I get it they need it out of there and yeah okay
We have a few deals we are working on to help you out and they're pretty good and I noticed the heats you up and just saying it's kind of cold even though they say he's hot and they were all saying no and stupid stuff like that but they know what the math is so I do like your opinion on it we have to do things that work for us and focus on it pick what we're going to do based on our program and what will work or pick will work and have it work
It's kind of like how the cars started with parts and so he thinks that he gets a bunch of money and people think it works at something they started thinking about it it's kind of like this economy and it's trying to restart it and it's part of it and what reasons would they have in this it's good because it's focus on to the biggest topic and our people need money and I think it'll work to help do that and we are continuing to monitor these people and we're going to get going on it now
Hera
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feel like there's a lot of controversy people are too polite to talk about with my work in sustainability in a private corporation, not least of all the battle within or whatever. that i've had people ask about, dear mutuals, and i hate to leave a mutual hanging but i've had genuinely no idea how to answer. and if i'm honest, there's a lot i don't like about my job. there's a lot that drains me and there's a lot of people who disagree with me because they're sheltered and privileged that i have to be careful how i sugarcoat what i say to win over, but i can tell you that when i do, I get praise saying that yes, they agree with me. they might take things in a weird way. in ways that i wouldn't. some of them have the wackiest takes. some of them look at me funny when i say i catch trains instead of flying. but enough of them are like 'holy shit, talent and passion' for me to keep going.
keep going because i've seen enough good intentions behind their often careless and self-important actions for the good, hardworking, creative ones who might have learned business before they learned human rights but they can apply that same dedication to it. they are not yet jaded and so they have this energy and passion, both the human capital and the influence to sway people who wouldn't listen to me and you, who have a bunch of power to turn this around quickly, in a way that doesn't kill more people before it gets better. and the cognitive dissonance is real. filtering what i say to deliver news in a tactful way that takes them with me is real. trying to keep my buzzwords politically neutral just like in the sustainable development goals. trying to not follow politics, but lay the groundwork with the science i'm steeped in and the empathy i pick up like a sponge, for politics to then follow my ideas. our ideas. because we're working together now. i work with them, i work with you guys in my time off, or i'd like to. i do my #silver bridges thing because i've trained myself to be open minded and learn from a thousand different perspectives and critically see where each of their blind spots are.
because in the end, whatever we do, we have to take all people with us. yes, some will lose power that they love but more importantly as many people as possible get to have their needs met and use their talents and they simply can't if we're going to villainise them or discount the potential for creating change that can come from those who are participating in capitalism. i'm not talking about oil firms etc unless they have fully turned around and are turning out solar energy like they did fossil fuels, replanting forests, have 'repented' in a way. i'm talking there's this thing called B corporations. i work for one, it's not perfect, but there are people trying to be them. it's a good initiative. we measure our progress against the indicators of the sustainable development goals. it's like putting a bunch of wall street (and insert international examples) businessguys (gn) in a punkifying machine. it's gonna go slow if there's a lot of work to do but they're rich in their own ways of giving, their waves of influence, the way they know how to work faster than council can. and we can't afford to do this work, this transition without them imo.
it's communication. it's sticking to your guns and having boundaries but accepting people how they are. believing them when they say they want to do the work. showing the next step in a realistic fashion for whoever is doing it, celebrating progress that is progress no matter how slow but also calling out the things that are unacceptable as the first things that need to change. the non negotiables. we can't be scared of people if we want to create a better world with them. and in fact, the best way to fight the fossil fuel giants is to actually have teamed up with people who, even if they don't share their greed, share their language. and it's a real fucking job to keep these wildly different perspectives in this movement together. but i'm also good at it. so this is where i'm coming from i guess
#sustainability#climate action#biodiversity#doughnut economics#corporate punk#climate change#climate emergency#climate solutions#silver bridges
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What if religion is simply the most effective political tool to further patriarchy? via /r/atheism
What if religion is simply the most effective political tool to further patriarchy?
Truly... I cannot shake the disappointment that most major religions are so incredibly violent, unaccepting, and most of all, patriarchal as hell. Truly. I've read everything from the Bible, to the Quran, to the Vedas, and it's so obviously written by cis-hetero men to justify their own cruelty that I'm shocked anyone who reads these texts can even pretend to give a damn about world peace or family. I thought I was simply agnostic till I started reading intersectional feminist critiques of each (ex. Black feminist critiques of the western concepts of love and Dalit feminist critiques of affirmative action and Hindu caste systems).
I've come to the conclusion that religion allows the privileged to continue feeling special and blinds us from questioning the suffering of others-- more importantly, for religion to be effective people do not even need to believe in god, the simple shaming and guilting of different performances of gender roles and family structures is enough culture to further patriarchy for many generations to come.
The more the glass shatters the more I see every religious gathering as just adults investing more and more time into nonsensical political ideologies for what inevitably leads to the submission of women and other intersectionally oppressed peoples. I worry about feeling so strongly that I barely even believe in providing religious organizations ("RO") tax breaks to encourage "freedom of religion" anymore. ROs seem like full-force exploitative money-making machines that no state in its right mind should ever incentivize-- after all, I don't see us incentivizing science, math, humanities, or any other kind of education or political systems in nearly the same way. Why does religion and theories about what happens after death get a safer spot to hold events in society if religious theories hold just as much, if not more, power to slowly divide us in non-compassionate ways about real-life issues that affect us here and now???
Am I missing something here or are there other atheists who also feel that freedom of religion has become a weapon to protect the misogyny and patriarchy of society so that no outsiders can point out the bloody cruel indoctrination into inequality those religions force their followers to accept and non-followers to "respect"? Is it really anyone's choice to submit to such things if we allow free reign and endless untaxed money collection for their brainwashing since birth?
Submitted October 16, 2022 at 06:11AM by L4L-MAA
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