#✧ ╱ behavior. — ❛ baddest do what the baddest do.

[gghostwriter]

Wanted: A Gentleman

Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Part 2 || Future take Summary: Your lovely group of friends, Penelope, JJ, and Emily, set you up with your perfect match Trope: Fluff! Just fluff! w.c: 1.3k a/n: Back at it again with something miss Sabrina Carpenter inspired. The fluff idea has finally struck and I love how this ended up, even without any editing! Comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated! 💗 masterlist

“I’m serious!” You clarified, wiggling to get comfy on Penelope’s sofa. “It was the worst date I’ve ever been on!”

All the three girls laughed. It was Friday night, girl’s night, and you found yourself surrounded by the baddest girls Virginia could ever offer. The Powerpuff girls of the BAU as you once jokingly dubbed them—JJ being Blossom, Penelope being Bubbles, and Emily being Buttercup. Witty thinking on your part, if you say so yourself. 

Having just moved into the state just a few months ago, you were grateful for the ray of sunshine that Penelope was for taking you under her wing and introducing you to a great set of girlfriends.

“It can’t be that bad—” JJ giggled as she took a sip of her newly refilled glass wine. “Can it?”

Bringing out your phone, you swiped to the screenshot Bumble profile of your date the night before. He wasn’t bad looking, not at all. He was cute in a very American boy next door type of way but then again, his profile being filled with gym pictures should have clued you in.

“We had dinner at that newly opened restaurant, Palm & Pine, which is a great place by the way, but all he ever did was talk about himself—”

Emily nodded along. “Typical macho male behavior.”

“—that wasn’t even the worst part! He brought out a scale, a portable weighing scale, to log his macro calories in a fitness app!”

Penelope chose the wrong time to take a sip of her drink causing her cough violently while the two remaining girls threw back their heads and laughed hysterically. All you could hear were gasps of weighing scale and calories between them.

“I’m all for being healthy but really? On a first date?” You crossed your arms to your chest. “At this point, I might as well get a cat or two to keep me company.”

Penelope snatched your phone and clicked to open the dating app. “Oh no no, sweetheart. You’re too beautiful and nice to end up alone. We can find you a perfect man to love and take home with!”

“Yeah, we’re profilers. Trust us to pick for you,” Emily slyly added as she peeked behind Garcia’s shoulder.

Reaching out for the opened bottle of alcohol, you sighed in defeat and let the girls do their thing. “I’m going to need copious amounts of alcohol in my system for this.”

———

It was bad. Based on all their comments and numerous swipes to the left, the dating pool was atrocious, hell on earth. 

“He looks cute—” Penelope continue to scroll on his profile before making a face. “Never mind, look at that horrible grammar.”

JJ leaned in and read the poor man’s bio. “Theirs a million reasons why I’m your future boyfriend—Jesus, it’s really hard out there, huh?”

“I’d take any man who’s nice and breathes,” you laugh in despair. 

Emily’s eyes twinkle from a sudden idea. Everyone had been drinking continuously and the filter had been turned off by the time the third bottle was opened. Any thought made beyond just screamed bad idea. “You know, we could just set you up with Reid.”

“Reid?” you tilted your head to the side. What kind of a name is that? Its very…unique. “You have a co-worker named Reid? As in that’s his first name?”

“No, no, no. His name is Spencer, Reid is just his last name,” JJ clarified, leaning forward with a sweet smile on her face. Oh no, you knew that look. She was very much into this.

Penelope slides your phone to you and promptly claps her hands in glee. “You’re so right! Why didn’t I think of that!”

“Right,” Emily turned to face the other two. “They’d be great for each other. Now we just have to get him to agree. JJ—” the blonde raised her eyebrows. “—can you talk to Reid about it?”

She shrugged. “I could but you know how stubborn he is.”

“I’ll blackmail him if I have to,” Penelope interjected. “Boy genius needs to meet our own girl genius. They’ll be perfect for each other, he just doesn’t know it.”

Your eyes volleyed in between the three. “Don’t I have a say in this?”

Emily tsk’ed as she turned her inquisitive dark eyes on you. “I’ll cash in on that prize I won last time.”

“No,” you breathed out, remembering how you badly lost last poker night and vowed to do any dare the winner would tell you to do.

“Yes.”

“No.”

“Yes,” her smile growing wider and wider with each denial. 

Your shoulders slumped forward. “Fine but he better be the love of my life or you owe me big time.”

“Don’t worry your pretty head. He will be,” Penelope laughed, pouring more wine in all of the glasses. “Cheers!”

———

It took three weeks before the girls were finally able to wear the mysterious Dr. Spencer Reid down and in the midst of waiting (and stubbornly hoping that he would never give in), you learned more about the boy genius than you ever wished for. How he has an IQ of 187, graduated high school at the age of 12, has 3 PhDs under his belt, and an avid reader—like yourself. 

You begrudgingly admitted that he spiked your interest and having someone to talk to about books would be lovely but beyond that, you were slightly intimidated by his background which made yours, a literature degree graduate and publishing editor, seem insignificant. Penelope tried to squash that negative thought once you aired it out in the open by saying that Spencer wasn’t the type to judge anyone based on their societal standing. If anything, he’d find you interesting, she urged.

But there was one information you weren’t privy to, how he looks like. The girls didn’t want to show any photos, stating it’s best to see him face to face rather than through an image, which in turn made you imagine the worst. 

You looked around, standing on the second step of the museum as you try to spot any curly, hazel haired man walking your way. He wasn’t late, you were just too anxious to be fashionably late. 

Someone stopped in front of you at the bottom of the steps. 

“Are you—” the doe eyed stranger cleared his throat. “Y/N? Penelope’s friend?”

Oh damn. He was beautiful.

“Yes, are you Dr. Spencer Reid?” You squeaked. 

He smiled, stunning you into even more into awe. “Hi, yes. Yes, Spencer is fine.”

“Should we go inside?” You breathed out as you watched his cheeks reddened, no doubt matching the color of your own.

He nodded before slightly touching your arm to stop you in place and bending down like he was some kind of knight and shining armor and for all you knew, he could be. “Your shoelace is undone. Did you know that there’s more than 1,000 cases related to loss of footing each year and 67% of these falls were attribute to untied shoelaces?”

“We wouldn’t want to contribute to that, do we?” You quipped back as you studied how the sunlight hit his wavy locks, turning some into gold, and his doe expressive eyes with specs of green in them. Your favorite color as of today.

He laughed, his high pitched chuckle further capturing your heart. “Shall we?”

“We shall.” 

Your thoughts thanking the three women for setting you up with what seemed to be a perfect gentleman. 

Comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated!

[naranjapetrificada]

The word "cringe" began life as a verb. 🤨

As an extremely him-coded person let me tell you that the thing about calling Stede "I've been a failure my whole life, it's not so bad once you get used to it" Bonnet a loser is that 99% of the time, he literally doesn't give a single solitary shit. True, he's insecure as hell in a handful of very specific ways and flattery can make him make extremely poor choices, but every time we see him taking it badly when someone is mean to him it's either because they're pushing trauma buttons (i.e. the Badmintons) or it intersects in some way with the people who matter to him (Ed, the crew, etc).

But mean randos? He knows what mean randos think about him. If Stede is the living sunbeam of a man that so many of us liken him to, then the thoughts of mean randos are just so many weak lightbulbs. Mean randos can call him (and have called him) everything but a child of god, and every time they do he brushes that proverbial dirt off his shoulders and keeps moving. He's still the unkillable fucker who pulled the baddest bitch on the seven seas* because of the kind of genuine behavior that makes lesser mortals (present company included) cringe sometimes. To Stede, their urge to cringe says significantly more about them than it does about him.

If getting to wake up every morning with the brilliant, playful, gorgeous love of his life giving him gooey eyes and wanting to be soft-dommed into oblivion is losing, why on earth would Stede Bonnet ever want to "win"? Why would anyone ever need to "defend" him against accusations of being a loser either? To Stede Bonnet, discourse like this is entirely immaterial. I for one am going to try to care about it exactly as much as he does.

*The best part of this is that Stede doesn't even see this as a flex the way everyone else would. He knows he's unfathomably lucky but he's lucky to know Ed, and would have felt that way even if Blackbeard never existed. And that's why knowing Stede completely rewired Ed's brain in the first place.

[lulu2992]

Exploration of the now-offline Far Cry 5 official websites

Part 3: Game Info 2 (America)

Recovered content

On July 13th, 2017, this is what the Overview, on the Game Info page of the American website, said:

OVERVIEW Welcome to Hope County, Montana, land of the free and the brave, but also home to a fanatical doomsday cult known as The Project at Eden’s Gate that is threatening the community's freedom. Stand up to the cult’s leader, Joseph Seed and the Heralds, and spark the fires of resistance that will liberate the besieged community. In this expansive world, your limits and creativity will be tested against the biggest and most ruthless baddest enemy Far Cry has ever seen. It’ll be wild and it’ll get weird, but as long as you keep your wits about you, the residents of Hope County can rest assured knowing you’re their beacon of hope. Join the Resistance on February 27, 2018, with Far Cry 5. Available on PlayStation 4 system, Xbox One, and PC.

Then, it was moved to the Game Features page and only said this:

OVERVIEW Far Cry 5 is a massive open world that’s filled with something new around every bend. The enemy AI behavior is more realistic and the exploration is almost endless. Even when you feel like taking a break from the campaign, you can take in some leisurely fishing before diving back into your quest. It’s your mission. With it comes the freedom to take on a world that hits back by any means necessary. Join the Resistance now with Far Cry 5. Available on PlayStation 4 system, Xbox One, and PC.

On this Game Features page, which was only archived three times on the Wayback Machine (and remained unchanged at least from May 18th, 2019, to February 7th, 2020), there was also information about Hope County’s three main regions:

REGIONS WHERE ONE MISSION ENDS, ANOTHER BEGINS Three diverse regions and three really bad Heralds stand between you and The Father. How you conquer them is up to you.

HOLLAND VALLEY - John Seed's Region Named for the Dutch immigrants who originally settled here, Holland Valley feels like a postcard from the West. It is home to farms, grazing animals, and a small community named Fall’s End. Because of all the goods that are grown and transformed here, this is also where the cult is planning to reap whatever they need before The Collapse.

HENBANE RIVER - Faith Seed's Region Henbane River was once a place where people came to heal. Its landscape was dotted with cottages, hot springs, and the flowers that give the region its name. Over time the hot springs business fizzled out and the Project at Eden’s Gate moved in. This area is the cult’s heart in Hope County and a place of field labor and worship. Its economy revolves around converting souls into a docile workforce through use of drugs.

WHITETAIL MOUNTAINS - Jacob Seed's Region Whitetail Mountains are a true wilderness where nature’s raw power is on display. Teeming with wildlife, this is a place to hide secrets—from both society and the law. It’s here that the cult is building an army to protect their followers from the Collapse. While Eden’s Gate controls this region, those who reject the cult can also find safe haven here. Preppers and survivalists have encamped themselves in these hidden mountains as they await the right moment to strike.

You could find the Activities as well:

HUNTING Aim a bit off? Practice your marksmanship on some of the wild animals that are roaming throughout the different regions in Hope County. But beware, the animals fight back. FISHING Need a breather from ousting a doomsday cult and their maniacal leader? Take a break and cast a line in any of Hope County's scenic lakes and rivers. WINGSUIT Do you believe you can fly? Nothing says freedom like soaring high above Hope County like a bald eagle. CRAFTING While you make your way through the diverse landscapes of Hope County, Montana, you will encounter all manner of animals and natural resources. Use them to your advantage, when crafting your upgrades.

There was also an introduction to the For Hire system, and notably this:

GUNS FOR HIRE Not only do you have unique skills to bring to the table, so do your Guns For Hire. You can meet and recruit them in the open world, although they may need some help sorting out their own problems before lending you a hand. If you like to travel in numbers, you can recruit up to two for hire at a time, which should help increase your chances of survival.

FANGS FOR HIRE It's not only the human residents of Hope County who are prepared to fight back. As a part of the Guns for Hire system, Fangs for Hire are animal companions for the player. Each is unique, and can enhance whatever playstyle you choose.

“Read More” took you to the News section, to an article titled “Meet Far Cry 5's Characters” (more details in future posts), and another one that was apparently not archived, sadly...

Commentary

The changes in the Overview are interesting to me because they initially called Eden’s Gate “the biggest and most ruthless baddest enemy Far Cry has ever seen”... and then didn’t.

I like that we learn more about the three regions, especially details such as Holland Valley getting its name from the Dutch immigrants who used to live there or the Henbane River being a reference to the flowers that grow in the region. That said, the Bliss flowers we see in Far Cry 5 seem to be inspired by Datura, not Henbane, so I don’t know if this is a mistake or if the developers had other real-life flowers in mind when they came up with the concept of Bliss. Henbane flowers contain the same psychoactive substance as the drug used by the cult: scopolamine (although its hallucinogenic properties were greatly exaggerated in the game).

The site also says we could craft upgrades using “animals and natural resources”, but while plants can indeed be used to make “homeopathics”, crafting upgrades with animal skins, for example, wasn’t a mechanic in Far Cry 5 anymore.

Under the cut are all the available source files, saved directly from the website, of the images you see in the screenshots:

Next to the flag above, on the right, is the (barely visible here) “intaglio” pattern, used in the background of most pages on the site.

Small and barely visible white eagle with a transparent background below.

Small and barely visible white eagle with a transparent background above.

[horizon-verizon]

So Rhaenyra’s downfall is gonna be some divine karma as she is gonna become a fanatical cult leader with a god complex that sacrifices the masses for a prophecy instead of having it be a tragedy caused by misogyny, they gonna make it seem like she brought her own end. Truly groundbreaking storytelling, thanks Ryan Condal.

If not exactly Dany S8 degree of "lost mind" cult leader "fanatical, it will be that she lost sight that Targs are not Gods and she "lost herself" bc she was desperate & had been deprived of the access to male graces her entire life. which is problematic not only bc bk!Rhaenyra seemed to feel little to no real jealousy or wish to do "masculine" stuff or to adopt a more "masculinized" identity, but bc it poses masculinity as both an inherent, immutable and prime desireable state of being rather than a thing that develops from socialization.

They seem to think that they are giving respect to Rhaenyra's end by not really thinking about women=victim and instead focusing more on how said woman "escapes" victimhood by doing what she can only ever do, and that is massive malicious takeover that she can no longer see as inherently evil. Somehow this is their "necessary" compromise with woman-eternal-victim with "feudalism is always bad and we shouldn't care about nuances of living in such a system": a woman fails bc she decided to the biggest-baddest thru weapons of mass destruction and manipulating 1000s to believe these creatures are gods to get where she has always been told she doesn't deserve.

Here's the thing. Cersei is a NLOG and did think that she needed to become a literal man or adopt ONLY masculinized phenomena (looks, behavior, practices, like sword fighting) in order to ever consider herself capable of being a creature of power. Of being an agent of change, influence, power, formidability, authority in her society/community/etc. Something that many people want or develop to want. And most women have ta one point felt this way whether it was a sustained (years long), "momentary", or something we still feel reflexively from time to time. Because we have been socialized that way. To think man = prime/only source of human power/"naturalness". It is inevitable that there will be Cerseis and such...but to make as if women are monolithically going to turn out to be Cersei is itself sexist to maintain that idea that maledom is a unquestionable "prize" or grace.

I see Cersei as both a tragic figure who portrays how fallible and futile it is to deny your own traits or eschew exploring what you are truly affined with at any given moment, or at least be flexible there in one's expression, be it gender or not. Bc Cersei is a figure of extreme repression to fit something she can never be bc it will always be denied to her on account of having a vagina and looking like an ideal of female beauty. It is why she is funny and tragic (to some, just hateful or that and pitiful). But To make as if every single women MOST women will fall into this trap society makes is to make as if women are also pretty weak of mind or whatever counts as "soul". Which again, counts to reaffirm masculinity's superiority and women's place as needing the "protection" of men.

BK!Rhaenyra was an example of a woman who may not have been perfect but she never felt as if she had to deny who she was to prove her deserving or hide her traits to have access to such. She demanded and didn't give in enough when she was nonverbally and socially compelled to and was killed for it. HotD wants to stray from this to seemingly reaffirm all that I just described, even as its writers might not really understand the gravity of what they are doing.

Both are tragic figures. But they are not the same women and their womanhoods' developments/how they created their womanhoods within the system give them their own separate flavors of tragedies that also go under the super-category of "women are damned" archetype in fiction. It is also bc these writers haven't really understood agency in gender relations.

Ryan Condal seems to dream of creating parables. He should stick to those. (these aren't "uncomplicated, either, btw", to write a good parable you need to have a good command or knowledge of some cultural ideals and be able to use them to make a very memorable image while conveying your point instantaneously...but Condal seems to favor the simplicity of a parable's one-shot allegory).

[princess-of-the-corner]

I mean the probable answer to "What kind of quirk counselors were they seeing!?" was that they saw bad ones. I mean regular doctor's sometimes have an idea in their head and fudge results to make the facts fit their conclusion. And they gave a degree(probably?) so they can't be wrong! This child is invisible? That must mean they have an invisibility mutation quirk! Why should they double check when quirks are so easy for them analyze? Case closed!

Honestly I think it's also a thing of like. You don't go to a Quirk Counselor unless something is obviously Wrong™.

Like.

Hagakure is invisible? Okay just write that down but it's not something that hurts her, right? She can figure out ways to function day-to-day on her own. She doesn't /need/ some actual Doctor poking and prodding at her, right?

Even some of the other classmates that do have Quirks that are volatile or liable to hurt them like. If they have decent control over their Quirk, why would they need outside help? Katsuki can make explosions, but she learned pretty quickly to Not Do That. Denki's electricity can fry his brain if he exceeds his limits, well then how about he doesn't do that? He can just not do that!

Your kid seems to not have a Quirk at all? Well you're probably right! They have nothing!

Take this out of 1-A and go over to the Todoroki drama and Toya! He's one of the few characters who actually did get a doctor poking and prodding at him because something about his Quirk is 'off' and even then the doctor's suggestion is just 'well don't use your Quirk and you won't get hurt' (which completely ignores the chronic pain baseline but hey doctors ignoring chronic pain what else is new?).

And that's without the added bonus of at least one well-known doctor who is, ya know. An evil scientist working with the biggest baddest motherfucker trying to get either new recruits to villainy and/or fodder for his fucked up experiments and therefor he's trying to give kids issues and behavioral problems or a diagnosis that may make the parents mistreat/abandon them.

[chimscake]

𝙲𝙷𝙰𝙽𝙶𝙴 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚃𝙴𝚂 𝚂𝚄𝙿𝙴𝚁 𝚀𝚄𝙸𝙲𝙺𝙻𝚈

(for people who take way too long to manifest)

I personally change my mind about my desires a lot: everyday I think of something new that I would like to have and whether its a new skill, an object or a simple meal, I need to quickly change my state in order to shift to a reality where I finally have my desire as soon as possible.

Changing your state requires saturating your mind with the idea that you have your desire already, in order to transform the idea into a subconscious belief and finally, shift into a reality that reflects the new belief.

Affirmations, visualizations, scripting and subliminals are great ways to saturate your mind and make you think like the person that has your desire already, but if what you are trying to manifest requires a deep change of character (whole different mindset, drastic change in behavior and mannerism ecc.), the amount of change that has to happen might feel overwhelming while the classic techniques might feel not quite enough.

When nothing seems to be working, I change my state using a mix of the "thinking as if" and "acting as if" methods.

I have seen many people talking about how acting as if is really overwhelming for them and while I agree that it is not necessary at all, I think that it gives amazing results when nothing else seems to work. At the end of the day manifestation boils down to self-identification (what you think of yourself is what you experience) and in my opinion, getting out of your comfort zone and trying new things that your desired self would normally do without any discomfort, is the first step to break your current cycle and get closer to your new identity.

What I do is I pretend to be an actor that has to channel a new character for a play/movie/series. So, what do actors do to do their job in the best way possible?

1- They do a lot of research on their character. What is it that you want to be? Do you want to be popular, rich, have good grades, have a thick booty... write down everything that you want to be or have, being as honest and unlimited as you can.

2- They think like their character. You should always ask yourself: "how/what would I think if I had this already?" and proceed to think like that. Your new identity should be the person you admire the most and that you deeply inspire to be, think like them

3- They act like their character. Would your new self stand up for themselves or take the disrespect? Would your new self browse the Gucci online store or would they avoid it cuz "they wouldn't be able to afford anything anyways?". It doesn't need to be a lot, you don't need to do things that feel way too uncomfortable, but a little goes a long way. Even doing something as simple as drinking your coffee without scrolling through your phone if that makes you feel more aligned with your new self.

Be unapologetic when being your true self because at the end of the day you are the main character of your reality and nothing should scare you out of trying to be the best version of yourself. If you do feel like there are things that scare you or that you are not good enough to get what you want eradicate those feelings right this instant, focus on your self concept, know that you are the baddest bitch that exists in your reality and that there is nothing stopping you in this multiverse, unless you let it.

Always take what resonates from my posts. This should be your own journey and if you truly believe that what you are doing is the right thing, than it will work no matter what.

Love you all and my dms and questions are always open for clarifications or anything really.

Chimscake

[sicklyseraphnsuch]

If your still doing Fiona and Cake fanfic requests, could you do a Hurt/Comfort with Marshall, his Mom, and Gary?

Marshall unwinds his tie and sheds his jacket before thumping face first onto Fionna's bed. In a few short seconds, the mattress sinks to his left as Gary's warm weight presses against his side. They spend a good while doing nothing, saying nothing. But that got old and boring real quick.

"So... We just did that..." Marshall murmurs into the bed.

"Yep," Gary replies, the word popping out of his mouth like a bubble of gum. "We sure did."

Marshall turns his head slightly, just to get a peek at Gary. He's known the guy maybe a cumulative of 48 hours. But without a hint of hesitance, Gary faced down the biggest, baddest boss in town specifically on his behalf. Who does that?

Gary catches him looking and smiles. "Penny for your thoughts?"

Marshall snorts. "Can you afford it?"

"Remind me again, between you and me, who's the unemployed, homeless man?" Gary made a show of searching the messy but empty room. Then he gasps and points at Marshall dramatically. "Is it you?!"

Marshall hides his laugh into the dirty pillow beneath him. He ends up choking as he accidentally inhales a stray lock of Fionna's hair.

"Oh no! Are you okay??" Gary grabs hold of his shoulders and hauls him up.

Now semi-upright, Marshall manages to hack up the hair caught in his throat, pulling out the slimy strand with a pained grimace. At his side, Gary gags.

"Damn, Fi does not change her beddings. Lord have mercy."

Gary immediately bounces to his feet. "That just ruined my night."

Marshall drops the hair back into its natural habitat (Fionna's bed) before raising a skeptic eyebrow at Gary. "That ruined your night? Not the part where you're blacklisted by every investor in town?"

Gary dismissively waves his hand. "Didn't I tell you? I don't need them to get what I want. Honestly, I'm more disappointed at myself for making them such an integral part of my 53 step plan. Just waiting around for an investor like a fairy tale princess waiting for her fairy godmother. Ugh. So not me."

Marshall grins at him, soft and sincere. "Yeah, I'm starting to see that." Then he sighs, rubbing his forehead. "I'm just sorry about my mom. I should have never introduced you guys. That was always a recipe for disaster."

Gary frowns, folding his brow. "Hey, you can't apologize for your mom's behavior.

Marshall shrugs. "Eh... I should have known better."

Gary bites his lip, humming a sad note. C#? No, D. "So... Your mom is really... something."

"You don't have to hold yourself back. Just say whatever you wanna say about her."

Gary offers him a thin smile, strained at the edges. "Nah, I wouldn't do that to you. Anything I have to say, I'll say it to her face, not to you."

Marshall blinks at him, air calcifying in his throat. His tongue twists into a knot, sitting fat and furry behind his teeth. Gary must see something in his expression because he sits back down on Fionna's gross ass bed. His hand rests gently on the space between's Marshall's shoulders and... Marshall's face feels cold.

His face feels cold because his cheeks are wet. His cheeks are wet because, get this, he is in fact crying. Tears are dripping down his chin and forever ruining his cool guy persona. This sucks.

"I... I don't even hate her," Marshall manages to cough out. He tries to slow down his breath but his lungs are like a runaway train going down a mountain. It's just full speed ahead. "She made me go through so much bunk. And I'm not even sure she loves me. But I don't hate her! God, that's so messed up."

Gary shakes his head, leaning into him. "There's no right way to feel about this. I know a thing or two about whack families. I should tell you about my crazy aunt."

Marshall sniffles - full on sniffles like a little kindergarten baby. "You still wanna hang out with me? Even after seeing all this?" He gestures vaguely at himself.

Gary gives him a dreadfully arch look. "Oh I think I haven't seen everything yet."

That catches Marshall entirely by surprise and he chokes on his next breath. His startled laugh keeps him from sobbing. "Really? You're shooting your shot now?"

This brings a delightfully bright blush on Gary's face as his expression morphs into harried embarrassment. "No! I mean! Just -" He sighs, smacking him on the shoulder. "Quit selling yourself short. Whatever happens next, we're in this together. Geez."

Gary turns away, crossing his arms and sticking out his lower lip. Well, Marshall can only do one thing to remedy that.

He drops a light kiss on Gary's cheek, causing the other man to glance at him. Marshall winks.

"Okay. It's a date."

[noirvette]

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Note: another longish chapter... hopefully this makes up for the lack of an update recently..

You and Kyle were working in relative silence, cleaning your house. You connected your music to the speakers so there was music at the least in the background but you two haven't spoken to each other since Kyle mentioned the band was on their way.

It hadn't been long that you stayed in this depressive mood, having only been a day and a half, but you sure managed to accumulate a mess. Mainly empty bottles of various drinks, alcoholic and non littered your room and living room. Doordashed food lay in your kitchen, no dishes in the sink besides utensils. Ice cream containers lay riddled in your trashcan. A few things you had torn in fits of anger laid scattered about.

The only thing that really had to go in your opinion, was the rest of Kenny's things he had over here and he had.. A lot. Most of Kenny's personal belongings were actually over here, considering he spent most of his days when he wasn't working over at your place. Butters didn't mind actually and somewhat preferred to how in and out Kenny was, gave Butters more freedom than a regular roommate.

Kenny.. before all of this happened you were.. planning on asking if he wanted to move in with you. You had been dating for a while and it seemed right, but now you're glad you didn't.

Kyle had graciously done most of the pick up, besides you doing your room. The only other thing you had to do was go through all of Kenny's old shit.

'Les' by Childish Gambino played softly in the background and you couldn't help the snort that left you. How ironic. You continued boxing up Kenny's clothes and other various items he had left in your room before you heard a voice coming from the living room and you focused on the voice.

"Fuck you. Can I have this dance," Kyle sings along, "Baby you're the baddest... baby you're the baddest girll."

You stood up, surprised at Kyle singing along to Childish Gambino of all people and slowly walked to your living room, where you stood and watched him bop along to the song as he picked up the trash laying in the living room.

"Ooh girl, I wanna know, are you ready to cry? Cause I'm no good.. no good. Ooh, girl I wanna tryy, I'm an awful guy..."

You couldn't believe your eyes nor your ears.. Kyle Broflovski.. singing in your living room as he helps you clean up. What a surprise. And to Childish Gambino no less, that's what shocked you the most.

"And I'm always away.. And I'm tryna say.. I'm a piece o- OH JESUS" Kyle turns and sees you standing there, he drops the garbage bag and bends over, hands on his knees.

You giggle and start clapping your hands, "That was a wonderful performance, you don't sing often enough, I forgot how nice your voice is."

"God this is embarrassing. How could you just stand there." Kyle huffs out, slowly standing back up.

You scoff, "I just did! I heard you from my room mister, have you been singing this entire time?"

Kyle looks away in embarrassment and you take that as a 'yes' and start laughing. Kyle joins in and the two of you couldn't stop the laughter tumbling out

The song quiets down and changes and soon 'Trance' starts playing next. You let out an noise of excitement, "OH I LOVE THIS SONG".

You run to the speaker and turn it up. Kyle crosses his arms, watching in amusement at your sudden behavior.

"DID YOU FORGETTT DO IT FOR LIFE CHICAGO THAT TIMEEE" You sang loudly.

You danced around moving to the beat being careful to avoid anything that lingered on your floor, "WONDERFUL VIBE WONDERFUL NIGHTT".

You turn to look at Kyle, hope and anticipation in your eyes and posture and he sighs before joining in, "We pulled out the feathers for this type of weather."

"YEAHHHH." You loudly exclaim, you run to him and grab his hands, jumping around to the beat and he stumbles, looking a lot like a fish out of water.

"SHE PUT IN MY HAND DONT KNOW WHAT IT WAS"

"She know some of the fam, but don't know enough." Kyle joins in.

Kyle finds your erratic tempo and joins in with your jumping around, managing to keep ahold of your hands.

Both of you sing along loudly, "Takin these M's they givin us, then run in the field like it's ten of us, I'm cleaning shout like an enema, I make that shit look like a cinema."

The both of you start giggling as you continue dancing around your living room.

"I PARTY AT SHABBA IN NEW YORK AND LA WHERE THEY KEEP GOIN ON TILL THE DAWN." Kyle raps along to Young Thug's part and you laugh loudly at how dorky he sounds.

He laughs along with you before laughing his way through the current lyric going, "I BACKED OUT OF THE KNOT SHE TRIED TO TAAAANGLEE UP."

You both dance around each other, having stopped holding hands, "IM IN A TRANCE ITS GIVIN HER.." Kyle starts.

You continue, "I MOVE SO FAR IN TIME! I MOVE SO FAR IN TIME!"

The both of you scream out, "I'VE BEEN.. I'VE BEEN WHIPPED UP IN WHIP.. WITH MY FIST UP.. IN DRIVE!"

The two of your collapse on your couch in a fit of laughter. You were out of breath, tired from the jumping around, singing, and laughter. Taking a quick peek up at Kyle lets you know he was in the same boat as you.

As the song lulls and quiets down, so does the laughter between the two and as you both finally get the last giggles out, Beabadoobee's 'Cologne' starts up next.

Letting the song start, the two of you catch your breath. Kyle lets out a sigh with a smile, "Guess we better get back into cleaning huh?"

You slouch some more into the couch, "Booo.. I don't want to clean this up anymore, besides digging through Kenny's stuff brings back memories for me.."

Kyle looks over at you, "I can always do that for you instead you know? Give you a break from that."

You wave your hand to dismiss his idea, "Yeah but you don't know what his stuff is and what mine is."

"Uhm... then you can.. sit and just say if it's Kenny's as I sort?"

You sit back up, "It's all good Kyle, that would take a lot longer besides, you're doing so much for me out here I couldn't ask of you to do that while I essentially slack off."

"Alright well, if you do want a break from him, just come find me I'll be out here." Kyle groans out, standing up and cracking his back.

You give him a small nod and just as you were about to get up, a knock at your door is heard and the both of you look over at the door, "Oh!" Kyle exclaims, "I'll get it, the rest of the band are probably here now."

"Sounds good, I'll get drinks then in the mean time," You get up and head over towards the kitchen while Kyle heads to your front door.

Kyle opens the door, "Dude! What took you so long to ge..." he trails off.

In front of him stood Kenny McCormick.

Kenny had about three different emotions that flashed across his face, first was shock at seeing Kyle, then confusion, and then, anger.

"The fuck? What are you doing here?"

Kyle takes a quick glance into your place and seeing that you didn't take a look at who's at the door tells him that you didn't hear it was Kenny, so he steps out and shuts the door behind him, "I should be asking you that, Kenny."

"Right, you should be asking me that," Kenny scoffs and rolls his eyes, "Dude why the fuck are you at my girlfriends place right now?"

"Ex. Girlfriend Kenny, and you know why. Okay, pause.. first off. Don't get threatened by me here. You're only feeling threatened because your fragile masculinity is taking over your tiny sized brain. You're only getting mad at me now because you aren't in an active relationship with Y/n anymore and the idea of her hanging around guys pisses you off because she isn't tied down to you. Which, a, I'm not tryna be a rebound, I'm trying to be a good friend." Kyle spat.

Kenny stood in silence at Kyle's words for a second, before punching him across the face, "How's that for fragile masculinity you fucking girlfriend snatcher. You're a piece of shit Kyle. You're only helping her out because you think you can get your dick wet now."

Kyle clutches the side of his face, "What the FUCK? Kenny what is your god damn problem?"

"My problem? MY PROBLEM? Oh my problem Kyle Broflovski is that you've loved Y/n L/n for let me count here," Kenny counts on his hand for emphasis, "One.. two.. three. four.. FIVE years. Five FUCKING years. And? And! CONVENIENTLY after we... sure. sure break up YOU'RE AT HER APARTMENT?"

Kyle stands up fully, pushing Kenny away from your apartment door, "Get the fuck out of here Kenny. You're not wanted."

"I'M NOT WANTED? GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM MY GIRLFRIEND YOU SON OF A BITCH."

Kenny tries to swing again and Kyle dodges it, grabbing Kenny's arm and pushing him against the wall, leaning in closer to Kenny's ear he whispers, "Kenneth. I'm being generous by letting you be so close to her as of right now. Go. You leave her alone. She's gone through enough shit recently because of the stupid, idiotic, and beyond disgusting actions that you've done. You want to come for me about getting my dick wet? When you cheated on your girl? News fucking flash, I'm not using Y/n in any capacity. She's a friend in need so get that through your sick and fucked up mind, Kenneth. Your shit will be hand delivered by me. You do not get to come anywhere near her. I will make sure that you're banned at any future shows and I will make sure you NEVER. hurt her again, are we clear?"

Kenny groans, "Fuck you, you bi-"

Kyle pushes him further, "Are we. Clear."

Kenny stays silent for a while and then he whispers, "Yes... yes we're clear jesus fuck."

Kyle lets Kenny go and Kenny backs away from the wall and Kyle, rubbing his wrists and arms. Kyle stares down at Kenny with a harsh glare, cheek slightly bruising due to Kenny's punch.

Kenny stares up at Kyle, "Just.. if you do get with her.. treat her right." Kenny then turns on his heel and walks down the hallway, Kyle watching him, eyebrows furrowed.

Kyle turns back to your apartment and opens the door, you're standing in the middle of the hallway, staring at the door and he freezes, wondering how much you managed to hear.

"Is..is he gone?" You ask tentatively.

Kyle gulps nervously, "Y..yeah he's gone."

You let out a sigh of relief and throw your arms around Kyle, "Thank god.. thank you."

"M..me?" Kyle stutters out, "For what?"

"For getting him out of here. I hear the slam against the wall and assumed something was happening and then I heard you say his name and I just froze here."

"What.. what did you all hear?"

"I tuned out the minute you said Kenneth the first time.. I think.. I heard the.. something about you delivering all of Kenny's stuff for me and that he's banned from our shows." It was then that you noticed the darkening bruise on Kyle's cheek and you gasped, "Oh my god he punched you? That fucking dick.. Kyle come on let's get that taken care of."

Kyle tried to wave you off but you dragged him away to your bathroom, "It's not a big deal."

"It's a big deal because you only got hurt because of me.. essentially. Thank you by the way if you weren't here.. who knows how this could've gone." You force Kyle to sit on the toilet seat as you grabbed numbing cream and a bandaid after washing your hands.

"This may be cold." You said, as you rubbed the numbing cream gently into his skin, however the spot is tender so Kyle still hisses in pain. "Sorry.." You whisper.

"It's fine."

You finish up and clean your hands and Kyle checks his phone and lets out an airy laugh and you turn to look over, "What is it?"

"The others just got here. Uhh..Clyde sent a pic of Kenny leaving in the group chat and captioned it with, 'Who let the unleashed attack dog in?'"

You couldn't help but let out a laugh of your own, "Let's just go see them."

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[ravenekrops]

sts time! what's everyone's favourite animal?

oh man i have to do this without projecting.... aughhhh

Agnes: probably raptors, big birds of prey. thinks they're majestic and strong

Ryan: canids! definetely a dog person :] he had a few during his childhood so he's got a soft spot for them

Lisabel: butcherbirds i feel like she's the kind of person to like and maybe keep big spiders or other dangerous venomous bugs (general term), probably handle them too. don't worry, she can concoct any antidotes she could possibly need by herself :}

Eric: big dog breeds :] german shepherd, bloodhound, great pyrenee, St Bernard, most sheepdogs

Léan: extinct animals! their special interest :3 she changes favorite animal every time he discovers a new one. he's full of love for every single creature!!!

Rask'r: shalks! they're crunchy and their fiery powers leave a nice spicy aftertaste in the mouth 😋 snacks aside, it's guars. he used to work as a guar herd when he was a kid

Raz: his lycanthropy is like a magnet to animals but with the same poles, animals get very defensive when he's around bc they sense danger from him. not a lot to choose from. he'd go with wolves just for the kinship

Donovan: doesn't have a favorite animal. he hates seagulls tho

Lee: anything small enough is prey, anything big enough is predator. i guess humans would fall right in the middle of that scale... 🤔

Vreytus: songbirds. he likes the melodies

Bug: bugs

Voirdity: birds, obviously! otherwise voirds wouldn't be shaped after birds lol. not sure if it has a favorite one, tho

Chad: what's the biggest, baddest, most threatening animal he can think of on the spot? bald eagle? pitbull? wolf? lion? he doesn't really care about the answer as long as it makes him look cool

Lewis: as a xenobiologist, he has lots of love for tiny creatures and would kill (metaphorically) to go to Xen or other worlds to study their fauna. back in Black Mesa, he could spend hours without end observing the alien enclosures, getting so caught up in their wonder that he usually forgot to take notes on their behavior lol. he has a special fondness and fascination for metamorphosis or lifeforms that undergo big changes through their life cycle, so his fave would probably be the spore launcher, the larval form of shock troopers

Storyteller Saturday is ON throughout the weekend!! Come send an ask!

[dreamwreaver]

It's very interesting how Nifty looks like a Charlastor fankid with her red with a bit of yellow bob hairstyle, white skin, red cheeks and toothy grin. Her personality is also a mix between the two as well, Charlie's bubbly behavior and Alastor's bloodthirst make up Nifty's manic energy. Definitely got family vibes in that one scene with a smug Alastor holding a wet Nifty with an awwing Charlie.

Of course, Nifty's design isn't actually meant to be based on them, well, perhaps not intentionally, but it's funny how she looks a bit like her two bosses.

Though, it's worth noting that Nifty isn't found in "the family you choose is special" scene along with Alastor. She's also right beside Alastor in "More than Anything" when Charlie looks at the important person in her life in the back(Vaggie) while her business partner and maid advance in the foreground (What does this mean? Al and Nift more important than Vaggie??) In the last part of the song, Vaggie, and Alastor and Nifty take opposite sides of the Morningstars, with Charlie facing the direction of the latter (WHAT DOES THIS MEAN?? FORESHADOWING???)

Anyway, hoping for more of the princess mom, the overlord dad and their angel slaying daughter.

Pfft, while that would be funny if it was foreshadowing I think Nifty just being a funny little gremlin is enough on its own. The fandom has a real problem with infantilizing its female characters and while I know that isn't your intention here I worry those with less media literacy will take it literally.

My favorite personal Headcanon is that Nifty isnt indebted to Alastor, he's not her boss like he is Husk's. Rather she wanted to be under the thumb of the baddest boy she could find, but Alastor doesn't otherwise tick any of her boxes. Or like, "Why do you own her soul?" "Because she'd be running the pride ring now if I didn't" sort of vibes.

I will say I'm excited for Nifty and Baxter to interact in the upcoming season. Nifty deserves a little boyfriend and they give me massive drakken/shego vibes when their energies mix.

Man, if Viv was writing chaggie the way it was just to show the flaws in the relationship and give them better partners it would genuinely be the funniest thing ever. But given the fact that there's a crap ton of chaggie merch I doubt that's the plan. But who knows? I certainly don't.

[jimmerzz0905]

One, two, three, uh

My baby don't mess around

Because she loves me so

And this I know fo sho (uh)

But does she really wanna

But can't stand to see me walk out the door? (Ah)

Don't try to fight the feeling

Because the thought alone is killin' me right now (uh)

Thank God for Mom and Dad

For sticking two together

'Cause we don't know how (c'mon)

Hey ya! Hey ya!

Hey ya! Hey ya!

Hey ya! Hey ya!

Hey ya! Hey ya!

You think you've got it

Oh, you think you've got it

But got it just don't get it 'til there's nothin' at all

We get together

Oh, we get together

But separate's always better when there's feelings involved

If what they say is

"Nothing is forever"

Then what makes, then what makes

Then what makes, then what makes (what makes, what makes)

Love the exception?

So why, oh, why, oh

Why, oh, why, oh, why, oh

Are we so in denial when we know we're not happy here?

(Y'all don't want to hear me, you just want to dance)

Hey ya! (Uh oh) Hey ya! (Uh oh)

Don't want to meet your daddy

Hey ya! (Uh oh)

Just want you in my Caddy (Uh oh)

Hey ya! (Uh oh)

Don't want to meet your mama

Hey ya! (Uh oh)

Just want to make you cum-a (Uh oh)

Hey ya! (Uh oh)

I'm, I'm, I'm just being honest (Uh oh)

I'm just being honest

Hey! Alright now

Alright now, fellas (Yeah?)

Now, what cooler than being cool? (Ice cold!)

I can't hear you

I say what's, what's cooler than being cool? (Ice cold!)

Alright, alright, alright, alright, alright

Alright, alright, alright, alright, alright

Alright, alright, alright, alright

Okay, now ladies (Yeah?)

Now, we gon' break this thang down in just a few seconds

Now, don't have me break this thang down for nothin'

Now, I want to see y'all on y'all baddest behavior

Lend me some sugar, I am your neighbor

Ah! Here we go

Shake it, shake, shake it, shake it, shake, shake it (Uh oh)

Shake it, shake, shake it, shake it, shake it (Uh oh)

Shake it like a Polaroid picture, hey ya!

Shake it, shake, shake it, shake it, shake, shake it

Shake it, shake it, shake it, sugar

Shake it like a Polaroid picture

Now, all Beyonce's, and Lucy Liu's

And baby dolls

Get on the floor

Get on the floor, you know what to do

You know what to do

You know what to do

Hey ya! (Uh oh) Hey ya! (Uh oh)

Hey ya! (Uh oh) Hey ya! (Uh oh)

Hey ya! (Uh oh) Hey ya! (Uh oh)

Hey ya! (Uh oh) Hey ya! (Uh oh)

[peerlessscowl]

☄️ COMET!!!!

☄️ COMET - what do people assume about them? are they right?

Ah... Scary... But maybe not all that bad inside? Sure liked what I saw on the outside! Tee hee... (Raven-Rebecca C)

What need have we of chit-chat! We are men who live by the strength of our arms! Fists, not words! We—We talk with our fists! (Raven-Bartre C)

The assumption that people make about Raven is both as clear as the scowl on his face, and also the reason for it. He holds himself apart from the rest of the army, and for obvious reasons - he has a personal mission that he doesn't want to get anyone else involved in. In combination with this, his refusal or inability to let go of his trauma, and his stature (despite not having a canon height, it is clear from the official art that he is not a small man), Raven gives off the first impressions of someone who is Fucking Mean, and Knows It, and Likes It That Way.

In a broader sense in his job as a traveling mercenary, this is a wonderful tool to have in his belt. If you're the baddest motherfucker in the building, there isn't anyone who's gonna mess with you unless they're young, dumb, and got something to prove. But is it necessarily correct?

There must be something else keeping him from returning home… …Maybe it’s just his fool pride, eh? But, no matter what happens… There is no way he could forget you, Rebecca. No matter how far away he is, he is thinking of you always. …That’s what brothers do. (Raven-Rebecca A)

But, when you’re really, really, mad, Raven… I bet you’re the type to say nothing and just cut away with your sword! So, you’re not really mad now, right? (Raven-Wil A)

Ah! True! That is true! Forgive me, friend! There is nothing that needs contesting between us, is there? (Raven-Bartre A)

Like I mentioned before, Raven's most outstanding character trait is his kindness. Even when he's annoyed, he genuinely cannot help but be accommodating. In his Bartre supports, even though Bartre keeps challenging him, he does his best to avoid confrontation even though it is explicitly clear in the text that he can win - this is not the behavior of someone who cares about his reputation as a Tough Sonnova.

Indeed, if we dig a little further into some subtext, we can come to understand that Raven wants to dampen his reputation, not enhance it. He understands, if we read between the lines in the above quote from his Rebecca support, that what he's doing is genuinely preventing him from leading a happier life. And his conversations with Bartre emphasize that he actually prefers words, not actions, when it comes to resolving petty conflicts, when it would possibly be more beneficial if more people thought he was willing to cut a bitch at the drop of a hat.

Because he doesn't want fame or glory. He wants just enough power to get his vengeance for House Cornwell, but nothing further.

(This is a bit of a reach, and just speculation, but I feel that this is emphasized even further by the fact that he does not have any supports with Karel, nor is he mentioned in any of Karel's supports, even despite the Dart-Rebecca connection between the two.)

[claude-hoenet-the-morningstar]

abandoned by god.

A Tuesday

Is it Autumn yet? Not here at least.

After

Text message, 03:22 PM, Bre

—-

I keep distracting myself. Keep trying to do things. And it’s not like this is a new behavior.. I’ve always been a people pleaser (and at least when I people please, I usually only hurt myself).. I digress.. I fell in love with him.. and he constantly used to tell me what he wished I looked like.. it wasn’t so direct. But he would comment on other girls. Smaller girls. More femme girls. Cis girls. And point out all the things that I wasn’t. And I was in love with him.. and I wanted to do anything for him, wanted to do anything to keep him, because I felt so fucking fantastic when we were us. One day, he said something like “are you gonna turn yourself into my dream girl?” And without hesitation, I said yes. And I meant it.. and that’s pathetic and kind of sad, but I already knew that I didn’t like myself that much. I’m the baddest bitch I know, but I don’t like myself all too much. I digress, again… So as I felt things start slipping away. I was trying to do everything I could to keep that ball of light. But he just kept slipping further and further away.. no matter what I did.. no matter what I said.. no matter how well I treated him.. and one day he just disappeared. He was already so far away.. but I clung to all I had.. I clung to him.. and the hope that he’d return.. and so I sat there in the dark.. I prayed and begged and bargained and manifested. I filled the jar every day with one spoonful of sugar. I made sure that when I was at home I kept the door unlocked bc if he ever considered coming home, I wouldn’t want him to try to open the door and take it as a sign that he shouldn’t come in if it was locked. I cried myself to sleep every night for months. And sat in the fear, in the uncertainty, in the grief that felt like thick crude oil that pulled my soul down with such gravity, I could feel it physically. I’m at a point in my life where I’ve been around death and dying enough that SI is not a prominent issue. But eventually i was too tired to cry. No energy bc I was hardly eating. And I decided I needed to do something. so I just tried to keep myself busy. Started school. Then realized I was doing that so I’d be stable and successful and he would see that and he would want to come back. I started working out more and starving myself bc I wanted to be thinner so he’d see how attractive I was and come back. I stopped dressing in colors and put up all my gold jewelry — I thought bc I was in mourning, which I was but — bc I knew he liked that look so I’d hope that he’d like it on me and he’d come back. I pulled all my frames down and painted each one black. I started praying to Satan bc while I was in the dark I felt like it was comforting to know that sin was there with me. And in a way, I saw him as the devil. So I prayed to my beautiful god. I started dressing like a slut, bought 200 dollars or more worth of black clothing, started letting people stick needles in me — I thought it was because it looked cool, which it did, and also the pain felt good but — bc I knew he liked piercings, he used to tell me all the ones he wanted me to get for him, and that he liked girls who dressed like sluts so I thought he’d see the new me, the me I made for him and.. he’d come back. So I started everything I could, filled my cup so full it spilled over and poured out like a water fall, so that it was so loud it’d drown out the sound of my tears and crying. And here I am. The big tiddied goth girl. His big tiddied goth girl. Lying in this lustful red light night after night. Leaving my curtains open hoping that if he drives by my place he’d see the ferric beacon bleeding out of my windows and.. he’d come back. I keep pausing in my projects.. reflecting.. and asking myself a terrifying question….

When you graduate.

When you’re at your ideal weight and get the right insurance and have your bbl and boob job and facelift.

When all the frames are painted.

When all the dark art is hung up.

When your closet looks like night and your face looks like it is decorated in black ornaments and your skin looks like a canvass ran through by so many artists.

When it’s just you. Even though it’s not you. Because he killed you. And this is who is here now.

What will you do.

Do you think then maybe…

He’d come back?…

Now that he’s killed me. Now that i is dead and this Morningstar is alive. Now that I am his dream girl.

Will he?.. do you think…

He’d come back?

I know he’s not coming back. He’s told me. He’s shown me. And so I’ll never get me back. I’ll never get those parts of me back. That I dumped into his black hole of a soul. I’ll never have my faith in love back. I’ll never have my trust back. I’ll never have my innocent loving, doting, nurturing self back. I’ll never get my ball of light back. My stink. My autistic gremlin. My devil. My beautiful, beautiful Fallen Angel. With eyes so intense and irises so blue — and just a dash of green because of his heterochromia.

There are 7 billion people out there. But I will never get that feeling of ecstasy back.

I know I will heal eventually. I know I’ll learn to love and trust and be kind again. But it will never be the same. I will never be the same. And…

he’d.

never.

come back.

His one commandment.

So I don’t know what’s going to happen. I guess I’ll just keep doing the same things. I’ll keep making myself into his dream girl. And maybe at some point I’ll learn to do it for me. Or more likely, learn to lie to myself well enough to say I’m doing it for me. Gas light myself. Just like he taught me.

I’ll keep painting these red doors black. As if preparing for his return.

“What of a woman whose god has abandoned her?”

i

[pwnyta]

Just gonna post some Sayid screenshots. I wonder how many people unfollowed me by now.... LMFAO

Sayid with hair in his face is cute but it has the unfortunate side effect of covering his face.

Charlie is also contemplating the pros and cons of Sayids pretty hair in his face. (citation needed)

I think this is the first time he smiles in the show and then he smiles like 10 other times and thats it. In the whole show. Neither of them know how hard theyll go for each other in the future.

Also Sayid reminds me of the cheetah in that post.

Hair half in his face is a good look. Cuz you get pretty curly hair AND pretty face at the same time. This is the way.

Kate and Sayid watching Shannon and Boone bicker is so funny. They really said 👀😒*listening intently*

g g girls... pr... ..etty

Parallel play with the besties.

Whyd they have to look at Hurley like this... what did he do to deserve this... Mean girl behavior.

Kate, probably: Dick from terrible men hits different when you got the baddest bitch you know in your ear telling you he aint worth it.

Sayid being a completely rational, reasonable man on an island where everything is unreasonable and irrational... he doesnt deserve this.

Sayid pulling the trigger on Danielle and her telling him she removed the pin and that her lover didnt notice the missing pin either... then later when Danielle gives him another gun he checks the pin just in case.

We love a man who can learn from his mistakes.

Ben didnt even say thank you after Sayid served this hard in front of him. Thats crazy.

Pretty... this warm lighting is such a good look. If it was bad for Sayid to torture 'Henry Gale' then why so pretty?

And also he was right so.

Sayid: Everything was just as you said it would be... but I still didnt believe you... so I dug up the grave.

Ben (in his head probably): .... who the fuck digs up a grave....

Everything worked out so well for Ben when it came to Jack and Locke... Sayid beat the shit out of him and almost shot him in the face for it. LMFAO.

Honestly I would have loved to see the look on Ana Lucia and Charlies face when Sayid just gets to his knees and starts ripping at the ground with his bare hands.... cuz its not like they had a shovel.... so Sayid had to have dug up that grave with his hands. Put those nails to good use.

Pretty.... also Sayid big tiddie tan lines...? Real?👀

Sayid talks about dying like he thinks he deserves it so its interesting that he always fights so hard to live. I guess its cuz he always has a mission like finding Nadia or protecting the Oceanic survivors in one way or another... he did tell Jack he was 'willing to give his life but he wont give it for nothing.'

Also... the fake nurses face as Sayid wraps his own IV tube around the dudes throat is so fucking funny. Bro realized he was not built for this.

At least Sayid is polite enough not to kill someone at Jacks work? Like he killed everyone else that got close to his people... some dude died getting slammed onto a bunch of upright knives like Sayid was an agent for Death in the Final Destination franchise. He just shot you with your own tranquilizer gun...

You didnt even thank him for it.

Jack didnt either.

Men are so rude to Sayid.

[trinimusicophile]

Outkast - Hey Ya! 

One, two, three, uh

My baby don't mess around Because she loves me so And this I know fo sho (uh) But does she really wanna But can't stand to see me walk out the door? (Ah) Don't try to fight the feeling Because the thought alone is killin' me right now (uh) Thank God for Mom and Dad For sticking two together 'Cause we don't know how (c'mon)

Hey ya! Hey ya! Hey ya! Hey ya! Hey ya! Hey ya! Hey ya! Hey ya!

You think you've got it Oh, you think you've got it But got it just don't get it 'til there's nothin' at all We get together Oh, we get together But separate's always better when there's feelings involved If what they say is "Nothing is forever" Then what makes, then what makes Then what makes, then what makes (what makes, what makes) Love the exception? So why, oh, why, oh Why, oh, why, oh, why, oh Are we so in denial when we know we're not happy here? (Y'all don't want to hear me, you just want to dance)

Hey ya! (Uh oh) Hey ya! (Uh oh) Don't want to meet your daddy Hey ya! (Uh oh) Just want you in my Caddy (uh oh) Hey ya! (Uh oh) Don't want to meet your mama Hey ya! (Uh oh) Just want to make you cum-a (uh oh) Hey ya! (Uh oh) I'm, I'm, I'm just being honest (uh oh) I'm just being honest

Hey! Alright now Alright now, fellas (yeah?) Now, what cooler than being cool? (Ice cold!) I can't hear you I say what's, what's cooler than being cool? (Ice cold!)

Alright, alright, alright, alright, alright Alright, alright, alright, alright, alright Alright, alright, alright, alright

Okay, now ladies (yeah?) Now, we gon' break this thang down in just a few seconds Now, don't have me break this thang down for nothin' Now, I want to see y'all on y'all baddest behavior Lend me some sugar, I am your neighbor Ah! Here we go

Shake it, shake, shake it, shake it, shake, shake it (uh oh) Shake it, shake, shake it, shake it, shake it (uh oh) Shake it like a Polaroid picture, hey ya!

Shake it, shake, shake it, shake it, shake, shake it Shake it, shake it, shake it, sugar Shake it like a Polaroid picture

Now, all Beyonce's, and Lucy Liu's And baby dolls Get on the floor

Get on the floor, you know what to do You know what to do You know what to do

Hey ya! (Uh oh) Hey ya! (Uh oh) Hey ya! (Uh oh) Hey ya! (Uh oh) Hey ya! (Uh oh) Hey ya! (Uh oh) Hey ya! (Uh oh) Hey ya! (Uh oh)

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baddest predict,

baddest predict,

In the ever-evolving landscape of predictive analytics, where algorithms crunch data to foresee outcomes ranging from financial trends to weather patterns, there exists a phenomenon that humbles even the most sophisticated models: the Baddest Predict.

Imagine this: meticulous planning, cutting-edge technology, and a plethora of data streams all converge to produce a prediction. It's hailed as the pinnacle of forecasting prowess, only to falter spectacularly when reality unfolds. This scenario encapsulates the essence of the Baddest Predict.

Defining the Baddest Predict The term "Baddest Predict" doesn't refer to just any erroneous forecast. It's reserved for those predictions that not only miss the mark but do so in a manner that elicits disbelief, irony, or even amusement. These are the forecasts that defy logic, confound experts, and sometimes, become legendary tales of predictive folly.

The Anatomy of a Baddest Predict What makes a prediction qualify for the title of "Baddest Predict"? Here are a few key elements:

High Confidence, Low Accuracy: Baddest Predicts often come with an air of unwavering confidence. Analysts, backed by impressive credentials and sophisticated models, proclaim their forecast with absolute certainty. Yet, when the event unfolds, the prediction proves to be laughably inaccurate. Unforeseen Variables: Sometimes, unforeseen variables emerge, rendering the most meticulously crafted predictions obsolete. Whether it's a sudden shift in consumer behavior, a natural disaster, or a geopolitical upheaval, these unpredictable factors can turn a seemingly solid forecast into a glaring misjudgment. Consequences of Failure: The fallout from a Baddest Predict can range from minor inconveniences to significant financial losses or even reputational damage. When a highly publicized forecast goes awry, it can erode trust in the predictive model and the experts behind it. Notable Examples

The 2016 U.S. Presidential Election: Leading up to the 2016 U.S. presidential election, numerous polls and forecast models confidently predicted a victory for the Democratic nominee. However, Donald Trump's unexpected triumph sent shockwaves through the political establishment and left many pollsters scratching their heads.

The Failure of Long-Term Economic Forecasts: Economists and financial analysts often grapple with the challenge of accurately predicting long-term economic trends. Despite the abundance of data and sophisticated models, forecasts of economic growth, inflation, and interest rates frequently miss the mark, leading to widespread skepticism about the reliability of economic projections.

Weather Forecasting Mishaps: Even in the era of advanced meteorological technology, weather forecasts remain notoriously unpredictable. From failed predictions of snowstorms to unexpected heatwaves, meteorologists occasionally find themselves on the receiving end of criticism when their forecasts diverge significantly from reality.

Conclusion The Baddest Predict serves as a reminder of the inherent limitations of predictive analytics. While advancements in technology and data analysis have undoubtedly improved the accuracy of forecasts in many domains, there will always be events that defy prediction. As we navigate an increasingly complex and uncertain world, humility, skepticism, and a willingness to adapt are essential qualities for both forecasters and consumers of predictive insights. After all, in the realm of forecasting, the only certainty is uncertainty itself.