#'instead of realizing the ones keeping them down were the government all along

[byjove-cannibalcove]

i might be mixing my numbers up here so bare with me:

purge 1-- some rich white fascists chase a homeless black man all night and then easily get through the expensive security on a rich white families house, because the security isnt really meant to protect you, its just a product of capitalism, no one breaks into rich white people houses, this is very much a night to get rid of 'undesirables'

purge 2-- other than 1 rapist, the entire first half or so of this movie is 'the government pretends to be independent citizens for the sake of annihilating an entire underprivileged apartmant building as a direct tactic to... name your poison here. voter suppression, land grabs, whatever'. followed by 'a woman kills her cheating partner', which is a thing people do all year round but if you could wait for the day youd get away with it, why wouldnt you? and then ending on 'the 1% who are part of a christo-nationalist cult offer money to poor black people so they can murder them in the name of continued fascism' (noting that the man who sold himself was from that apartment building, trying to make a better life for his family, and then that same govt came to kill his family anyways, because even when the govt is openly evil they are always MORE evil)

purge 3-- someone is running for president on a platform of 'end the purge' and is wildly popular because the purge only hurts poor people. the government, THE NIGHT OF THE PURGE, makes it suddenly legal to kill presidential candidates so that they can assassinate her (with people disguised as independant purgers, again). included in this movie is 'the government attacks a black church where poor people are hiding to wait out the purge' and also 'insurance rates skyrocket for a small business owner the night of the purge, specifically so he can be killed for the sake of a landgrab' and also 'a large spanning underground network of community outreach protecting the vulnerable, independant ambulances for those who need help, and also REAL gangs who are just using the night to have fun turning against the fake government gangs purge 4-- the first ever purge is done in a small mostly black town of people mostly against the purge, where the government PAYS people who participate. people come from OUTSIDE that town to do it. many of them are goverment actors pretending to be private citizens. the people ACTUALYL from that area were either holding up OR going to fun parties to dance and drink and not worry about noise complaints. the govermnet falsely claims that participation in this purge was very high and then due to their various land grabs, the lowered population as peopel die and/or move out, they then get to claim the crime rate in the area went down and prove their theory

purge 5-- i dont.. remember this one. sorry. i saw it in theater. i vaguelly remember that it starts at the end of the purge and so laws are Back In Place and the murders just keep going,

My beef with the premise behind "The Purge" is that it's not laws stopping people from killing each other in the streets - it's kinda just the default human experience to not want to hurt anyone. We succeeded as a species because we're generally decent at getting along with each other. The average, well-adjusted human has no desire to inflict undeserved harm.

We do, however, hate rules, so we'd probably still get a little wild in less harmful ways.

No "none," you're a hardened criminal now. Please feel free to share more details of your heinous (victimless) acts in comments or tags 😎

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Hello~ this is my second ask!

Can you do a one piece x fem teen reader?

Reader is a famous popstar in the world and the youngest too

Reader is a popstar pirate and is base of bubbles from ppgz

Reader has a surprising big bounty like 1 billion

Reader has secret concert to avoid the Marines and often has secret message to locate where reader is performing next

Reader who is kind, cheerful, and bubbly but mess with her she can drop kick you to the ground

Reader who is adored by everyone she mets

Let's say that reader is having a performance and coincidence the red haired pirates, the whitebeard pirates (you know the drill thatch, whitebeard and ace are alive) and the straw hats pirates accidentally met

And then boom a buster call emerged as they tried capturing reader and the red hair, whitebeard, straw hat pirates defend her

-When you sent out posters to the various pirate crews out in the world, informing them that you would be having a concert, the world was alight with excitement.

-Everyone in the world, marines, pirates, civilians, even at the farthest corners, knew of the bubbly and adorable Y/N, the biggest pop idol in the world!

-You were so adorable, always smiling, dressed in frills and bows, hair and makeup always done, and the voice of an angel and the attitude of a diva.

-Your fans all adored you, cheering for you and doing whatever it took to make it to one of your live shows, something that was a bit rare as of late, mainly because you were so heavily wanted by the marines and world government with a bounty over 1 billion beris.

-During a live show, there were some Celestial Dragons there, enjoying your performance, but when they tried to demand that you go with them, to become a slave, becoming their own personal little song bird, you took offense to that and attacked them, blowing them back with your music and your Devil Fruit abilities, which make bubbles that you can control, from the sizes to where they are, what color they are, and to lighting up to make light shows.

-It wasn’t your fault that they were too weak to handle a couple of exploding bubbles sending them head over heels, flying back.

-You didn’t care, you were your own person and you refused to let anyone try to change that, no matter who they were or what they were willing to offer you, as you had gotten some extravagant proposal gifts, but you always rejected them, as you weren’t looking.

-You sent out several false concert ads to the government, with the hopes of keeping them off your trail, so they wouldn’t attack you or the others attending your concert.

-When the day arrived, many big-name crews arrived to watch you perform from their ships, having an on the water concert on a deserted island, providing bubbles for those who wanted closer seats to you.

-You saw the flags of not only the Red Hair Pirates, but the Whitebeard Pirates and the Straw Hats as well, which made you grin as you heard so many of them cheering for you.

-You sang, danced among your bubbles, and had so much fun, going down to the different ships, dancing with Luffy, Ace, and Shanks, the crews all singing along and having so much fun with you, making for a great concert.

-A cannon ball shooting off caught everyone’s attention as you easily leapt from one bubble to another safely, avoiding the cannonball, which wasn’t a threat to you, it was like it was getting your attention as you saw the Blackbeard Pirates there.

-The other crews were quick to come to your defense, something Blackbeard failed to realize, who was there attending as he and his crew was being threatened for trying to attack you.

-Blackbeard didn’t apologize, instead shouting up to you, “Become my woman Y/N!” you just blinked in confusion, like you didn’t comprehend his words before, “Eww!”

-The other crews were quickly laughing as Blackbeard fell to his hands and knees, in anguish on your response, as he desired you, finding you to be the perfect woman.

-You then heard a shout, “Bubbles Y/N!! Surrender now!!”

-Screams were heard from all the ships as they realized that there were hundreds of marine ships surrounding the island, a Buster Call, from another pirate you had rejected, wanting to swoop in and rescue you, but he had underestimated the power of the marines.

-The three most powerful crews, Whitebeard’s, Straw Hats, and Red Hair’s, were all quickly aiming to fight, to protect you, which made you smile, seeing their willingness to keep you safe, mainly because you made them and their crews, as well as others, all so happy and they weren’t going to let the marines take you without a fight.

-You beamed brightly, surrounding each of the ships willing to fight with a bubble, where they could fire out, but the attacks coming in wouldn’t land, keeping them safe, but still able to fight. Luffy shouted up at you as you landed on the bubble covering his ship, “Thanks Y/N! Let’s get out of here!”

-You agreed, using your bubbles to attack alongside those who were willing to fight for you, having fun while doing so.

-Whitebeard’s crew, after sinking a handful of the marine ships, turned their attention to Blackbeard, for their attempt on Ace, Thatch, and Whitebeard himself, getting their payback, ten-fold, which you didn’t really care about.

-Once all the marine ships were destroyed and everyone was sailing to safety, you sent a bubble down to the three ships, with another invitation to a live show, to make up for this concert being ruined.

-They all cheered up at you as you were floating away on a bubble, making a heart shape with your hands, “See you guys soon!”

-They were looking forward to the future concert and seeing you again!

[toggle1-mrfipp]

Chapter 182 I think is one of my favorite chapters in all of P2 because it does such a fantastic job with each of the three characters.

First, Yoru. I've said it before, but I love how this last arc has been for Yoru, giving her an emotional depths that she never had before, and showcasing just how unprepared and ill-equipped to deal with said emotions she really is. I've seen people saying that she's only trying to manipulate Denji and Asa, but I don't think that's the case: Makima spent the better part of a year manipulating varying governments around the world to turn Denji into Pochita, but Yoru can't go a single date without trying to turn him into a weapon. She is impulsive, spontaneous, immature, she acts purely on instinct, and we see just how wild she can be. In only a few chapters she goes from trying to blow his head off, to trying to beat shit out of him, to kissing him because she thinks he's cute and genuinely trying to motivate him to keep on moving. She's flying by the seat of her pants with no clue what she's doing, a complete loss of control on her part. A few chapters ago she was the embodiment of the fear of war who just killed possibly hundreds of people, and now she she can't look at the guy she just kissed like the tsundere she is. And to loop it back to her "I got over it line" and how unture that has to be. Her powers are fueled by guilt, the more guilt she feels in something's destruction the more powerful it is, and considering the sheer scale of destruction her Gun Devil Arm brought, the guilt she had in killing the Gun Devil, her self-proclaimed child, must be immense, but she says she "got over it", and I don't believe her.

Next, Asa. She is someone who has a lot of negative traits, and a lot of time they tend to overshadow her good trait. She is selfish, she is more concerned with looking like a good and moral person instead of actually being one, and her entire role in the Church was her ignoring any and all red flags, no matter how obvious they were, because she was obsessed with being a micro-celebrity, because she wanted to play out the fantasy of being Chainsaw Man's hero, to give her life meaning and to justify her own existence. At the core of all of that however, Asa does genuinely want to do good, she does want to help the people she feels that are important to her, and her trying to relate and comfort Denji was one of the few times that people had one something like that for him, one of the few she's gone out of her way to comfort someone, She was at her lowest, but he saved her, so she wanted to return the favor inn a way she thought would help, she just got caught up her own head along the way. Her speech at the end then made me realize something, that while it's been alluded to a few times, such as her death and the Falling Devil attack Asa has never actually vocalized what it is she actually wants, and it leaves me wondering what she was going to tell Denji before he threw up the Snow Devil.

And finally Denji. When to comes to trauma Denji shuts down and he distances himself from his problems; KIll his dad in self-defense? Hide those memories. Reze tells him that the life he lived wasn't good? Change the subject. Sad that Reze never showed up? Hey look it's Miss Makima! Killed Aki? Time to be a dog and not think again. Power's dead? Time to die. Can't date Asa? Time to fight a super big devil for the fans! I half-expected Denji to just lie there and take whatever Yoru was about to do to him, but instead he pushed her off of him, he resisted someone who was using sex against him, something he and never done, and it's clear that he is reaching his limit with Asa/Yoru and how he has gotten nothing but mixed signals from them. I really do feel like we're getting so much closer to him learning the truth about them. And then there is the end! Denji does not think about his trauma, he pushes it to the side so he does not have to think about it, we saw this with the Falling Devil attack where to not think about Aki and Power's death, he slices his brain up. I do not think that he has given either of them too much thought since the end of P1 because all he can think about is their deaths and the "role" he was forced into regarding them. But the snow made him think of them and that trip to Aki's family grave, it was a trip they had fun on, the last time they were all together before things turned out the way they did. Those were good and pleasant memories he had of Aki and Power, of the family they had with one another, and him reflecting on them is good. Aki said it himself on that trip, that he didn't think about the bad stuff because he had Denji and Power around, and while I feel like we're only just getting started with how messy this process will be for Denji, I do think this might be a good first step for healing for Denji.

Denji, Asa and Yoru each displayed amazing characterization in 182, and I can't wait to see where this will lead the three of them.

[thislovintime]

Photo 1 courtesy of Disc & Music Echo, January 1968. "When they shot them down at Kent State, that was the end of the flower-power era. That was it. You throw your flowers and rocks at us, man, and we'll just pull the guns on you. Essentially, the revolution, which was sort of tolerated as long as it wasn't a significant material threat, was not tolerated anymore. And everybody went 'Ooops' and scurried for cover and licked their wounds. They became isolated – which was the point of it all. 'Togetherness isn't going to get it' was the moral they tried to lay on us, because the less togetherness there is, the more room there is for exploitation. Kent State was an attempt. Let's try this and see what happens. And what happened was the shooting and vast inflation and a swing to the right — the moral majority. The whole thing was inherent in the situation. A certain amount of loosening up, a certain amount of extra leisure, and people are going to try to improve their lot instead of just barely hanging on. If you had a little extra you're going to try to make everything better. And if you see that your own happiness, or the lack of it, is tied in with the sadness of your neighbor, you're going to start feeling communal. And that's going to expand until the crunch comes. As long as people are educated to believe that isolated self-interest is the only way to go, when the crunch comes they'll withdraw from each other. And only now, in the faintest glimmerings, do I see any sense that people are realizing that togetherness and flower power alone won't get it. It's got to be togetherness, flower power, plus a willingness to do something pretty stern from time to time. If you're not willing to behave sternly, people who won't stop short of stern behavior are going to keep on going. It's taken a while for that message to sink in." - Peter, When The Music Mattered (1984)

“I personally find the idea that we (as a country) never did anything bad to anybody else, and that the only reason anyone would do anything to us is their unbridled inhuman evil, to be very far wide of the truth. The number of times I have been accosted in one way or another where I had nothing to do with it is maybe in the 3-5% range, if that. I’m not excusing anyone from blame. But the more we think we’re all good and certain others are all evil, the worse things get, not the better they get. Only the humility to realize my part in the events of my life allows me to walk in relative peace. The other attitude is called pride, in the seven-deadly-sins sense of the word, and the Bible is dead right when it says it goes before a fall.” - Peter, Ask Peter Tork

Q (from a 15-year-old): “[W]hat do you think young-ish people can do to help the world 'situation’?” Peter: “You can fool some of the people all of the time, and there’s no getting over that. The job for the rest of us is simply not to demonize anyone, and to fight as hard as needed for what we are sure is right. As to what the ‘young-ish’ can do, I propose what I propose the old-timers do: do what’s in front of you to do with gusto (you’ll never find out how things are if you do them half-assedly), and remember that everyone’s doing his or her best, no matter how awful that may be. Thanks for asking. Keep up the good fight.” - Ask Peter Tork

“Those of us who were truly interested in liberty, fraternity and equality, however, knew we were onto something good and real. What had been called democracy was, and to some extent still is, a pretext for wrapping the will of the greedy and aggressive in a mantle of public acquiescence. Now, the business of wresting power away from those who make a specialty of wielding it will be a long and protracted struggle, with a lot of setbacks along the way. The outlines of the new style of governance are only dimly perceivable, and won’t become clear for a long time to come. In the meantime, our job is to practice the principles of fairness and service to the extent possible. One thing is clear: there is a much higher joy in service than there is in acquisition of wealth. (Remember that it isn’t money that’s the root of all evil, it’s the love of money.) Hanging together in brother — and sisterhood is so happy-making you want to sing right out loud. Yeah, I feel the same about those ideas as I did then…in case you couldn’t tell. heheheh” - Peter, Ask Peter Tork

“I believe very much in all that I believed in back in the 60’s. I hope I’m more aware of the practicalities than I was then, but I am positive that the values and principles I held then are critical to the well-being of the planet, or at the very least, critical to growth and contentment in the population. As to the practicalities: the chance of no more war in our lifetimes is so close to zero that I don’t imagine it possible, tho’ there well may be progress along these lines. May be. Sometimes I see the world as an eternal horse race between salvation and dissolution, now one, and now the other gaining the lead. But to the extent that we can learn, each and all of us, that the cooperative good is good for the greatest individual good (with safeguards, to be sure), that forgiveness is the route to true inner peace, and that not everything we deem wrong or bad may be so, to that extent hassles of all shapes, sizes and colors will diminish. I am so sure of all this that I would, I hope, be willing to bet my life on these principles.” - Peter Tork, Ask Peter Tork

[verdemoun]

is there some info about your timewarp au that you really wanna talk about?? if so i am all ears

bless one of the core timewarp au scenes is really the moment they are all just settled and okay and don't really know when it happened but realizing yes this is good this is the life we were meant to have the gang together again

it was meant to be one of their usual family bbq gatherings but grimshaw couldn't get out of work and in no man left behind fashion they decided they would crash the bar. open mic night

sean and lenny meant to be singing a ballad to their respective wives but instead just staring at each other while karen and jenny are entirely amused/delighted over how in love they are with each other. most wholesome dynamic

jack being too young to buy drinks and grimshaw not willing to lose her liquor license for him. big bossy rule enforcing queen entirely undermined by isaac persistently buying himself double shots and slight of hand sliding them to jack until they are both plastered.

hosea just being old this is post 1911 gang warping so he is approaching 70 bessie is retired they are sitting in a comfortable booth enjoying pub meals and whiskey watching their massive family be happy but also just in their own loved up world where they are the only two people that exist

someone with a spray bottle trying to keep javier and kieran off each other for 10 minutes ffs there's children present

john thinking he is the best parent letting his daughter sip beer while abigail yells at him because she's only like 8. he argues they were both already drinking at that age. fighting like an old married couple but also can't stay mad at each other. abigail rolling her eyes but smiling as john kisses her. addie jr helped herself to a whole beer while they were fighting

arthur and charles both responsible adults still getting white girl silly drunk. tripping over each other cackling arthur trying to catch charles and instead completely faceplanting himself. drunk dancing together not realizing they are the center of attention

micah and bill leaning on the bar having the 'why are you gay' 'who says i'm gay' 'you are gay' but also micah in a trying to be a better person/must prove he is the best at everything giving bill dating tips despite being the worst straight man in history

dutch being allowed to come along (molly and her wife were busy being lesbians elsewhere. if molly is coming dutch is not invited (for His safety, not hers)) dutch having a few too many drinks and slipping into 'y'know maybe we could overthrow the government' and annabelle having to play babysitter 'No Dutch'. Hosea still likes listening to Dutch's tangents he may have his arms around his wife but he is just smiling affectionately listening to Dutch go off

no one realizing just how happy but also out of hand things are getting until jake adler pulls out the fiddle playing live music while his beautiful immaculate stunning spectacular bisexual wife sadie adler sings hell's coming with me. everyone just vibing until she switches the line to 'then colm o'driscoll was hanging by a rope'. hollering cheering screaming drinks being raised noise complaints being filed it is never too late to celebrate colm's execution

poor eliza pulling out the 'oh arthur' as she tries to get arthur, charles, isaac and jack home because they are all blind drunk. john having to help force them all into the car. jack and isaac are attached at the hip he is going home with them

also drunk jack going through absolute swings and roundabouts one second it's 'fuck you dad i'm gonna start my own gang with blackjack and hookers' isaac in the distance 'fuck yeah sex work is real work' only to be 'i'm sorry i let you down and i made mistakes and i keep making mistakes' as john carries him over his shoulder to the car. john very tentatively trying to assure him he didn't let him down and it's just further proof he is his son and that he's sorry jack inherited making the same dumb mistakes from him

uncle eating every single bowl of peanuts at the bar and falling asleep in a booth. grimshaw still closing and locking down the bar with him still inside to try and teach him a lesson

[softrozene]

"Stay Strong. Stay with Me."

Anonymous requested: never seen anyone tackle this one before: could you do HCs or a scenario (your pick) of Dutch finding himself getting along and becoming fascinated by an f!reader Pinkerton agent who has gone rogue, believing in his cause (before everything goes to shit) and using her power to keep the law off their back? this is a weird one so thank you if you do try it out!! SFW or NSFW is fine if you see any kind of tension happening down the line

m.m

Sorry for the long wait Hon! I hope you enjoy this because I certainly enjoyed writing these as headcanons but I did add a little slight nsfw towards the end 😉 The idea of a forbidden enemies to lovers with Dutch is just so *chef’s kiss*. Enjoy!

Dutch Van Der Linde x Female Reader

Warnings: Fluff, reader is technically a double agent by accident, only mentions everything good before Dutch goes… y’know :’), slight nsfw towards the end

Words: ~800

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At first, you absolutely hate him – that man being Dutch Van Der Linde

He was everything you detested only because you didn’t know the man personally

You only heard the rumors, how he and his gang of cowboys and gals steal and murder their way out of trouble

You heard how they tried to defend it, saying they do it “honestly” compared to other gangs, but you haven’t seen it. All you have seen is the death they left in their wake. The results of their actions and you hated them

That was at Blackwater

You have been keeping an eye and an ear out for them. You want to personally deal with them

This determination you have is how you manage to meet Dutch by himself. You wanted to hear out his reasoning before you report his ass. You wanted to see if this evil man you saw only through results was truly evil

And you met him and to your surprise, he wasn’t evil at all

He was just a man trying to keep his values alive in this growing world

Finding out that he valued greatly things such as liberty, equality, cultural tolerance was eye opening to you

And what even more was surprising was he didn’t question your status as a female Pinkerton agent at all

When you asked him to explain himself further, he did so with passion. You believe it was that passion that pushed you to truly like that man as you realized you shared his same values

The main values he taught you to appreciate is that human rights are universal and inalienable. That the true way of life is to live in freedom on natural rights instead of being dependent on the government

It made sense to you

And it also made you feel bad because of your line of work

You went after bad criminals your agency was sent to go after

You went after really bad people that put people in danger

And while yes, Dutch has proved to be dangerous, he has not proved to kill out of malicious intent. He is just following his values and you came to respect that

Because of your new shared values with the man, you got along well and he found it fascinating that you wanted to know more about his morals and such. He was captivated that someone in your stance would be so intrigued by him

It eventually makes him fall hard (sorry Molly :()

He would ask you to leave your job if he could, but he hasn’t and you used this to your advantage to help him

You would give him updates on what the Pinkertons were up to, where they were going, and in turn you would lie to the Pinkertons, give them enough breadcrumbs to keep them believing you were on their side, but not enough to give away Dutch

It is a very weird relationship, but one Dutch comes to appreciate the most

He does consider you family and even tells the others to trust you

He will occasionally try to get you to join his cause, be in his gang, but won’t push you to do so if you don’t want to be an outlaw like them

In moments of any doubts you have, he does tell you to “Stay Strong. Stay with me.”

Slight Nsfw headcanons:

The moment Dutch lays eyes on you, he is smitten

He finds it adorable that a little Pinkerton agent like you wants to ask him questions so he entertains it

But he is does find it intriguing that a woman is in such a position so he automatically thinks you are not to be messed with

It isn’t until halfway through does he realize you are taking him very seriously, that you are loving this talk about values and how society should be

It makes him think you are not just a pretty face, but you have a beautiful brain too, and that my dear, is what makes him instantly horny for you

It’s only after the third meeting he has with you does he suggests getting intimate with you

He says that it would be a one-time thing since you are technically enemies but after that one night, he just couldn’t get enough of you

It turns into multiple times and he even daydreams about the next time he will see you, the next time he can hold you and touch you

He turns low-key obsessed and loves the idea of a cat-and-mouse faux chase with you

He offers to turn it into that once or twice to make your sex life more exciting

But most often than not he prefers sweet and gentle sex with you since you seem to be his perfect half and his perfect double agent

Yes, Dutch does love receiving pleasure, but you know that once that man gives you pleasure, you aren’t getting up until his thirst for you is satisfied

[xenon-demon]

also. tell me more about your Kas!Eddie please 🙏

ohhhhh Lui gravity is the AU that has just. grabbed me in its jaws and will not let go. I think about it CONSTANTLY and I don't think that will stop anytime soon. I've got a few asks about this one though so I'll START with talking about What's Going On In Hawkins circa the start of the fic. If you would like to know more about The Boy, Kas!Steve, then may I direct your attention to this post :D

So Eddie and Steve swap places right before the final fight, because Steve is injured at that point and Eddie isn't (and they figure staying at Eddie's trailer will be less dangerous that going to the Creel House). Everything else from that point proceeds as in canon; the bats get in, Steve dies, Max dies temporarily and the four gates connect and drive a massive rift through Hawkins.

From there, Hawkins basically descends into a semi-apocalyptic nightmare. The rift from the end of season 4 has caused major structural damage all over town, many buildings have been destroyed and lots of people have either evacuated or had to move into a local motel that's been converted into emergency housing for the people of Hawkins (that's where the Munsons are now staying). On top of that, the rift has basically destroyed the structural integrity between the Upside Down and our world; while the rift itself is not really a functional gate, there are a bunch of smaller gates randomly opening up around town now. More and more of them show up as time goes on. Some are small (think like the tree Nancy goes through in S1), some are much bigger (think bigger than Eddie's trailer roof gate), and most of them tend to fluctuate a bit in size/fade in and out of existence. This means that some creatures from the Upside Down are starting to bleed through these gates and end up in Hawkins looking for food.

The government, realizing everything went to shit the moment the rift opened up, rolls into Hawkins about 3-4 days after the "earthquake" saying they're here to "help with the relief efforts". (For those keeping score at home, yes this is after Team Russia & Team Cali have arrived back in Hawkins.) The official government cover story is along the lines of "hey, remember when HNL got shut down a few years back after that tragic chemical leak incident? Well, we've just discovered that a Rogue Individual (Brenner) was secretly dumping toxic chemicals and experimental materials into the local wilderness/burying them underground instead of disposing of them properly. This is the cause of the geological weirdness and mutated wildlife that some people are reporting. Everyone should leave Hawkins immediately if they can, and comply with any and all government orders if they can't". Not everyone believes this, of course, but the truth is so much more insane that most of town is at least willing to go along with it - and that's not counting the people who just up and leave because Hawkins is so super duper cursed at this point.

The main things the government is doing are:

regular patrols around the border of town and known gate hotspots, to catch and kill any UD creatures before they're spotted by civilians

nighttime curfew; you shouldn't be out after sundown unless you are going Directly from wherever you were during the day (i.e. your job) back to your home. you're not gonna get ARRESTED but the military will absolutely Escort You back to your house lmao

urging citizens to stay the fuck away from any weird sightings and report them to the armed forces as soon as possible, so the military can handle it

and yeah, they kind of are helping with the relief efforts in that they're making sure food and other important supplies are still getting into hawkins and making sure the recently-homeless have somewhere to stay, but they're doing the bare minimum really asfjknjvkdan

Essentially, as of the start of the fic (approx. a month after the rift opens up/the end of S4) the situation is this: Eleven and the Party know that in order to fix this, they have to defeat Vecna first and THEN close up any existing gates/the rift. (They also have a strong hunch that the Upside Down is Like That due to Vecna's influence.) The government officials in charge of the Hawkins occupation Do Not Believe That Is The Solution, and instead spend a lot of time wasting Eleven's time and energy by forcing her to close up gates as they appear. Between that and the fact the Party can't just storm into the Upside Down to get Vecna without a solid plan and probably armed back up, they're all feeling kind of hopeless about how to actually fix this. Especially since tensions are rising in Hawkins by the day, and the gate/monster sightings are only getting more and more frequent...

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[campto]

The Things You Do To Survive by ~ tdep

A classic barnyard transformation story by the legendary tdep. Although unfinished, it's a "threefer" of some of my favorite transformations, so I couldn't resist illustrating it.

Any of you who haven't experienced the tales of tdep, prepare for one wild ride.

By the year 2100, human society had made many technological advances. They’d cured cancer, solved the world energy crisis, and made contact with alien races. While it had been a wonderful moment when mankind made contact with the Ronsk Confederacy, a peaceful interplanetary empire, horrible things had happened when mankind made contact with the Arhing. The Arhing were at war with the Ronsk, and upon finding out that earth had been trading with them, declared war upon the planet. The Arhing quickly took a liking to human women, and began to capture them and keep them as slaves. These women almost always used as sex slaves. Some of them were also given genetic manipulation to give them additional body parts, everything from additional breasts and vaginas to more arms and legs.

The Arhing quickly headed towards earth once the war began. Stories of what happened to women when they were captured by the Arhing quickly reached earth, and world leaders quickly met to find away to protect all women. After much debate, the leaders finally approved a plan to save all human women. Through genetic manipulation, every woman in the world would be turned into a farm animal. The hope was that the Arhing would only occupy Earth for a short time and, upon finding no women, would quickly abandon the planet. Women all over the world protested the proposed plan. However, world governments assured their populations that the process was safe and completely reversible. They were promised that they’d retain their minds and be able to communicate still. Soon, the protests died down as women all over the world realized that it’d probably be better to live for a short time as farm animals than spend the rest of their lives as sex slaves.

The company that won the contract to produce the genetic manipulation treatment had been banking on winning the contract and had already produced vast sums of the treatment. Military leaders estimated that it would be 3 months until the Arhing made it to earth. It took a month for enough of the treatment to be produced to begin mass distribution to the female population. According to the producers of the treatment, the physical changes would take anywhere from a couple of days to two weeks. While the treatment was being produced, governments set up large holding areas for the transformed women in various parts of every country. Distribution centers were also hastily set up in as many towns and cities as was possible. During all t his, governments also quickly adjusted existing laws to accommodate the soon to be changing women of the world. Public female nudity was no longer illegal. Nor was public fornication, as women might go into heat suddenly after treatment. Also going to the bathroom in public was no longer illegal either. Many women did not understand before their treatment why these laws were passed. After a month, distribution of the genetic treatment began. Women would have no say in what they would be turned in to, whether it would be into a pig or a sheep or another farm animal. Instead, what they were transformed into was determined by a lottery.

Beth Johnson slowly walked down the street to the distribution center. She wandered over to the crowd around the large building and got in line. The center had been open for a week, and every day since then Beth, along with every other woman within 20 miles of the city, had been trying to get her treatment administered. She was an attractive 5’7, 127 lb, 22 year old brunette, and she was very sad that she’d soon be looking completely different. Today she’d gotten in line early, and by noon she was inside the building. Soon, she was led into a large room and was seated at a desk. A staff member soon came and handed her a few pieces of paper work to fill out and then gave Beth a lottery number. She found herself in line for treatment soon after completing the work. As she stood in line, Beth wondered what she’d be turned into. Secretly, she was hoping that she’d be turned into a horse. They were so pretty and wonderful. When it was her turn to receive genetic treatment, Beth handed the staff worker her lottery number. The worker entered her number into a computer and then pulled out a shot labeled Sus scrofa domestica. Beth was given a shot in each arm and each thigh and then released.

Beth was walking back to her house when she ran into her friends Cindy and Mindy. The two girls had been cheerleaders back in high school, but hadn’t done well in college. As Beth got closer to the girls, she noticed that both girls had their blouses opened, leaving their breasts exposed. As Beth reached where they were, she saw that both girls’ breasts were much larger than normal, appearing to be F cups, and their nipples pushed out 7 inches and looked more like teats than nipples. Mindy’s boyfriend was standing next to her with his mouth around one of her nipples.

“Hey guys, how’s it going?” Beth greeted them.

“About as good as can be Beth. You get your treatment finally?” Cindy asked

“Yeah,” Beth replied.

“So, what are you going to be?” Mindy asked, giggling as her boyfriend stimulated her.

“I don’t know. The shot said sus scrofa domestica on it. Whatever that means,” Beth answered.

“Weird. Hope it isn’t anything too exotic. I think Mindy and I got cheerleader appropriate results,” Cindy said, turning around to reveal a long tail with blonde hair at the end of it, “we’re both turning into milk cows.”

At this point, Beth noticed that Mindy had large cow ears sticking out of her hair. Knowing what the girls were turning into also explained the large breasts and enlarged nipples, as well as why Mindy’s boyfriend was sucking on her breasts. There were 4 nipples on Cindy’s exposed belly, and Mindy had a handful of grass.

The three girls chatted for the next few minutes. Beth found out that Mindy had gotten her shots two days ago and Cindy had gotten hers yesterday. Cindy offered to let Beth try out the milk that she was producing, and Beth figured she’d try some since it was cow’s milk being produced. As Beth was taking her mouth off of Cindy’s nipple, the two girls heard a loud wet farting sound, followed by the sound of someone peeing. They looked over to Mindy, and found her with a look of shock and horror on her face.

“Oh my gosh! I just went to the bathroom in my pants!” Mindy screamed as she stood and began to cry.

“Eeewww! I can’t believe you just did that,” Cindy said, chuckling.

“I….I didn’t mean to. It just happened,” Mindy moaned.

“Yeah right, just admit that you…” Cindy began but stopped suddenly as more loud fart sounds were heard, “Oh no! I did it too! I just pooped in my pants!”

Both Cindy and Mindy began to cry as they slowly walked back across the street to Mindy’s house. Beth thought that it was weird that the two girls soiled themselves, but she figured that she now understood why going to the bathroom in public was no longer illegal. Beth decided to head back home and see what was up with her family.

Beth had two younger sisters. Ann was 21 years old and Nina was 19. The three of them lived at home with their father, who’d raised them by himself most of their lives, as their mother had died when they were young. As she walked back to her house, Beth wondered how her sisters’ transformations were coming along. They’d gotten theirs the day before, and Beth’d woken up before they had this morning to get her transformation. When Beth returned home, she found her sisters sitting in the TV room watching a movie. Nina now looked as if she was 9 months pregnant, as she had a large belly and swollen hips. Sitting next to her was Ann, who didn’t have a shirt on, revealing large breasts that looked just like Cindy’s and Mindy’s had.

“Hey guys, how’s it going?” Beth asked as she walked in and sat in an empty chair.

“Eh, could be better,” responded Ann as she cupped her breasts, “My boobs are huge, my nipples look like teats, and I’m heavily lactating.”

“Well, at least you don’t look pregnant,” Nina complained, “As far as I can tell the only thing that’s happened to me is that I’ve gotten fat.”

“What do you think you two are turning into?” Beth said.

“I’m definitely becoming a cow. I’ve been eating grass all day and I’ve found white and black hairs in my hair. Plus I’ve got these huge thighs,” Ann said as she squeezed her nipples, causing milk to squirt out of them.

“I have no clue what I’m turning into sis,” Nina responded.

“I ran into Cindy and Mindy on the way home,” Beth said.

“The cheerleaders from school?” asked ann.

“Yeah, they’re turning into cows too. In fact, they both pooped in their pants within seconds of each other when I saw them. It was pretty funny,” Beth responded.

“That’s gross,” Nina replied, “I saw Jessica Jones earlier today walking by. She looked pretty funny. Had a butt the size of a full grown horse and a tail. There was no way she was going to be able to fit pants or panties over that thing anymore.”

“So, what are you going to become Beth?” Ann asked.

“I don’t know. The shot didn’t give me any indication, and I kind of want to be surprised. I guess I’ll find out in the morning,” Beth replied.

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Re: The Things You Do To Survive by tdep (WG, animal, slob,

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The Things You Do To Survive 2 by ~tdep

The next morning when Beth woke up, she knew that her body had begun to undergo changes. As she lay in bed, allowing the fog of sleep to clear, she noticed that she was lying on top of some body part that felt new. Her ears also felt more exposed to her. Rolling out of bed, she stood, stretched, and then walked into the bathroom. Looking in the mirror, Beth gasped. Poking out of her hair on the upper sides of her head were two large ears that had the tops of them flopping forward. The feeling of a new body part was coming from near Beth’s butt, so she then turned around to see what was there. She gasped as she saw a small curly tail coming out of her back just above her butt. Upon seeing the tail, Beth realized that she was turning into a pig. As Beth looked herself over, she realized that she was starving, so she headed downstairs, still wearing the pink panties and green t-shirt she’d went to bed in.

Walking into the kitchen, Beth found Ann leaning over the sink. A long skinny tail with medium length black hair at the end of it hung down from her back. Ann’s head hair was now black instead of brown. Hearing someone enter the room, Ann turned around. Her large exposed breasts jiggled freely as she turned. Milk was dripping from one of her nipples, and Beth saw that there were four nipples on Ann’s stomach. There was a glass full of milk in one of Ann’s hands.

“Well, how much have you changed so far sis?” Ann asked her sister cheerfully.

“I’ve grown these nice large ears,” Beth said as she pointed to the top of her head and then turned around, “and here is my new tail.”

“A pig! You’re going to be a pig!” Ann said excitedly.

“Ha ha! Real funny. Yes, it’s going to be so wonderful to spend an unknown amount of time as a pig. Not!” Beth responded.

“What? I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings, sis,” Ann sadly responded.

“Don’t worry about it. So, I see you’ve grown a tail yourself and gone and dyed your hair too. And what’s with the cup…” Beth asked.

“Oh my gosh, Beth! You wouldn’t believe how big my breasts were when I woke up this morning. They were so full! I swear they were the size of watermelons. Somehow I was able to get downstairs, and I’ve been milking myself for the last half hour,” Ann explains, pointing to the 2 gallon jugs filled completely with milk, “I’ve gotten them to shrink back down to about where they were when you came home yesterday. I figured you guys and day would want some of the milk too. Oh, and it feels so good, being milked. It’s almost like masturbating.”

“Wow, you must be enjoying that Ann,” Beth chuckled.

“You have no idea,” responded Ann, “where’s Nina by the way?”

Beth was about to answer Ann when the girls heard footsteps approaching the kitchen. A few seconds later, Nina waddled into the kitchen. When they saw their sister, Ann and Beth gasped. Nina was huge. From her shoulders to her knees, Nina looked like a cross between a fat woman and a pregnant woman. Her breasts, belly, butt, and thighs were the size of a very fat person’s, but they had the perkiness and curves of a pregnant woman. Her lower legs looked just like Beth and Ann’s though, and her face showed no signs of weight gain. She was wearing a bra that did little more than cover her nipples and panties that looked more like a small thong now.

“Of all the farm animals to turn into, I get to be the fat lady,” Nina moaned as she sat down at the table.

“Any indication as to what you’re becoming sis?” Beth asked Nina.

“Other than the facts that I weigh 270 lbs and look like an oversized pregnant woman? No,” Nina responded, “I can’t believe I’m fat!”

“Well, speaking as one who’s about to become very very fat, I don’t feel sorry for you,” Beth said half jokingly half serious.

“What do you mean…” Nina began, stopping as she noticed her sister’s tail, “oh no, you’re becoming a pig. I’m sorry Beth.”

“Well, it’s not your fault. Pass me some food, I’m starving,” Beth responded.

Beth spent the next 2 hours doing nothing but eating. Her brain told her she was hungry, so she ate. She didn’t bother to question this thought, not realizing that it was the new pig side of her controlling her actions. As she ate, Beth failed to notice her newly developing belly. Ann and Nina tried to get Beth to stop, but she completely ignored them.

Sarah Humphries, Nina’s friend from high school, stopped by the house around lunch time. She’d just gotten her shots that morning, and showed no signs of what she was going to become. Ann, Nina, and Sarah decided to eat lunch out on the patio, and soon Beth joined them. The girls decided to call their boyfriends over to hang out, and soon the guys were over. After awhile, Sarah found herself staring at the grass in the back yard. She didn’t know why, but she wanted to eat the grass.

“Hey, do you guys mind if I eat some of your grass?” Sarah asked.

“No, why would we mind if you….you want to eat our grass?” Nina responded, confused with what her friend just asked.

“Yeah….I want some grass,” Sarah mumbled as she stood up and walked into the yard.

Everyone watched in shock and surprise as Sarah got down onto her hands and knees, leaned her head down to the ground, and took a mouthful of grass. Everyone else just stared in shock for a minute, watching Sarah. Then, Ann got up from sitting in her boyfriend’s lap and walked down into the yard too.

“You know, I’m kind of craving this grass myself,” Ann said as she got down on her hands and knees as well.

Ann and Sarah’s boyfriends were in shock and confused as they watched their girlfriends graze. After watching the two girls for a few minutes, everyone realized that Ann and Sarah weren’t stopping anytime soon, and everyone got back to chatting with each other. After about an hour, Sarah had clearly begun to transform into something. She’d gained a lot of weight, with most of it going into her belly and butt. Her shorts were looking very tight over her butt now, and this caused Sarah to stop for a minute. She stood up, took off her shorts and panties, got back down on all fours, and went back to grazing. Seeing Sarah half naked really got the boyfriends excited. A few minutes later, Beth heard the sound of water hitting the ground. Turning around, Beth found Sarah on her hands and knees chewing some grass. After a second, Beth realized that the sound she was hearing was actually Sarah peeing. The loud gasp that came out of Beth’s mouth alerted everyone to what was happening, and they all turned and looked at Sarah. A second after that, Sarah began to poop. Sarah showed nothing on her face to indicate that she cared that she was going to the bathroom right where she was. A few seconds after finishing going to the bathroom, Sarah crawled away from the spot and began grazing again. As Beth watched Sarah go to the bathroom, she found strange thoughts creeping into her head. For a second, she found herself wanting to smell Sarah’s poop.

Ann soon stopped grazing. She acted as if what she’d been doing was normal and didn’t seem to care that she’d put on some weight in her belly and butt at all. Everyone continued to watch Sarah though. Over the next half hour, she grew a long tail that quickly was covered in long brown hair, like a horse’s. After growing the tail, she continued to graze, going to the bathroom in front of everyone a couple more times. By the time Sarah left, she weighed about 250 lbs, had a fully formed horses’ tail and butt, hoofed feet, and a mane.

The girls hung out with their boyfriends for a little while after Sarah and her boyfriend left the house. All of them were very sad that they’d soon be separated from their loves, but they knew that this was how it had to be.

“Man, can you believe how much Sarah changed in such a short amount of time?” Nina asked as the three sisters watched TV.

“Yeah, that was crazy. She’s further along in her transformation than any of us,” Ann replied.

“Well, you’re not exactly that far behind her Ann,” Beth said.

“What do you mean?” an annoyed Ann responded.

“well, you’ve got a tail, giant breasts that need to be milked, cow ears, and you’re eating grass too,” Beth said, “that’s not that far from what’s happened to Sarah.”

“Yeah, well my changes have happened over 3 days, not one, so ha!” Ann said bitterly, “besides, I don’t really want to do this anyways. Of course I don’t want to become a giant sex toy either.”

“Don’t you just love when you have choices?” Nina said, “Option one, become an alien sex toy. Option two, become a farm animal for an indefinite amount of time. Hurray for us!”

“Well, maybe it’ll be fun,” Beth added, “maybe tomorrow will be better.”

The Things You Do To Survive 3 by ~tdep

The next morning, Beth woke up to find her stomach grumbling angrily. Lying in her bed for a minute, Beth tried to guess what new changes her body had gone through over the night. Her panties and t-shirt felt tighter, which signaled to Beth that she’d put on some weight overnight. Listening to her breathing, she found it sounding more nasal through her nose. She swished her tail from side to side a few times, smiling as it brushed against the sheet she was under. For some reason she enjoyed having a tail. It was cute she thought, not big and cumbersome like Ann’s. After a few minutes of lying there, Beth threw off her sheet and got out of bed. She wandered over to her mirror as soon as she was up. Brushing her brown hair out of her face, Beth squealed. Her nose was that of a pigs, which had caused her to shriek. The fact that she had a pig’s nose instead of a human’s made her squeal. This scared her as much as her nose did. Looking the rest of her body over, Beth found that the only other thing that’d happened to her was that she’d put on a significant amount of weight. Overnight, she’d gone from slightly skinny to borderline chubby. Her curves were softer and much more noticeable, and she had a midsized belly now. She found her stomach grumbling again, so Beth decided to walk downstairs and eat breakfast.

When Beth wandered into the kitchen, she found Ann and Nina in there already. Ann was standing by the table eating a bowl of cereal, and Nina was sitting at the table. “Well, look who finally woke up,” Nina greeted her sister.

“What’s with all the containers filled with milk Ann?” Beth asked as she saw the counter filled with full milk jugs.

“Well, I grew some more,” Ann said as she stepped away from the table.

Beth gasped as she saw her sister. Ann’s black hair had a couple of white splotches in it now. Her breasts were larger than they’d been yesterday. Looking down below her sister’s breasts, she saw that Ann’d grown a belly that was larger than her’s. Beneath that, Ann’s hips flared out quite a bit, causing her legs to be further apart than normal. Beth saw what’d produced all the milk too. A large, fully formed four teated cow’s udder hung down below Ann’s belly between her legs. Beth was about to say something when she realized that Ann was pooping right where she stood, completely unaware of what she was doing, just like Sarah yesterday.

“Ann!” Nina exclaimed, “You’ve done it again!”

“I what?” Ann asked, sounding confused, “oh no! I’ve pooped again haven’t I?”

“Yeah,” Nina responded.

“You’ve got an udder? How’s it feel Ann?” Beth asked as she walked over to the counter to get some food.

“Pretty weird actually. It keeps slapping against my legs when I walk,” Ann answered, “I didn’t know that I had it till I woke up this morning and found it completely full.”

“She could barely walk,” Nina added, “dad had to milk her udders and her breasts. She’s completely lost control of her bowels too.”

“No I haven’t,” Ann snapped.

“You’ve gone to the bathroom twice in the kitchen this morning already, so I think you have,” Nina retorted.

“So, what’s new with your body Nina?” Beth asked, changing the subject.

“well, I’m a few pounds heavier this morning, but the only major change is that my vagina is now facing downwards and is larger than normal,” Nina responded.

“Wow, that’s weird,” Beth said.

“Yeah, but it feels really good when I sit down,” Nina said as she smiled.

“Well, I have a new nose and have gotten fat myself,” Beth said, “now I’m really hungry. Where’s the food.”

For the next couple of hours, Beth did nothing but eat. She couldn’t help herself. She didn’t know why she wanted to eat so much, but it felt right. It didn’t matter to her that she’d gotten full awhile ago. She just wanted to eat. Another thing she wanted to do was to go and investigate the pile of poop that Ann’d made on the floor. This bothered Beth. She didn’t know why she wanted to do this, but she was finding it hard to resist the urge.

After Beth finished stuffing herself, she joined her sisters in front of the TV. There wasn’t really anything for women to do right now. All they were supposed to do was sit and wait for their transformations to happen. Beth found it strange that both Ann and Nina were naked. Neither girl seemed to mind or care at all. Beth found herself thinking a lot about her boyfriend while she watched TV. She was sad that she’d be unable to be with him for a long time. While she was thinking, she came up with an idea that’d give her and her sisters something to do.

“Hey, I just thought of something fun that we could do while we’re still human,” Beth said.

“What is it?” asked Ann.

“We’re still human?” Nina asked jokingly.

“Well, I was thinking, I’m going to miss my boyfriend a lot. And I’m sure that you two are going to miss your guys too. So, why don’t we take a bunch of pin-up style photos of ourselves for them?” Beth said.

“That…that could be fun,” said Nina.

“Yeah, let’s do that,” Ann said.

Each of the girls was beginning to find the thought of sex popping into their head more and more that morning. None of them knew why. Nina grabbed a camera, while Beth and Ann set up the room for the photos. First up to have her picture taken was Nina. She struck as many sexy poses as her large body would allow. She had two favorite photos, both of which were of her on her hands and knees. The first one was a forward shot of her, with her large breasts squished between her flabby arms, giving her huge cleavage. The second one was a rear shot of her. Her extra large perfectly shaped butt was high in the air and her vagina, in its new position, was fully exposed to the camera. Next up was Ann. She was able to do more poses than her rotund younger sister was. As her picture was taken, Nina and Beth discovered that Ann’s vagina had moved and was now located right below her anus and pointing the same direction as it. Ann’s favorite pose was when she was leaning forward, legs spread out, with her hands on her hips, letting her huge breasts dangle freely. Beth was the last one of them to go. She still had some clothes on, so she did a striptease. After that, she took photos in many of the same poses that her sisters had done, and some that their new bodies hadn’t allowed them to. Beth’s favorite photo of herself was one where she was lying on her back, propping herself up on her elbows with her legs spread wide, with her privates being fully exposed. The girls also took some group photos of them doing various poses. There was one where their breasts were all lined up with fully erect nipples. Another one was a rear shot where they leaned forward and looked over their shoulders, trying to expose themselves as much as possible.

“That’s weird,” Beth said after they’d finished shooting.

“What’s weird?” asked Nina.

“I’m wet,” Beth answered.

“You’re wet?” Ann asked as she looked over and saw her naked sister’s vagina, “oh, I know what you mean now.”

“Heh heh…I hate to say it, but I feel wet too,” Nina giggled.

“Come to think of it, I’m feeling like I really really need to have sex right now,” Ann said, rubbing her breasts near her large nipples.

“Let’s get the boys over here,” Beth said, sounding sexy.

“I…I think I know why we’re feeling the way we feel right now,” Nina said to Ann while Beth called her boyfriend.

“What do you think’s causing this?” Ann asked.

“I think we’re in heat,” Nina replied.

“We’re in what?” Ann responded with a look of confusion on her face.

“Well, we’re turning into animals, right? And female animals go into heat from time to time, right?” Nina said, “We’re turning into animals ourselves, and I’ve never felt so horny in my life, so I have no better explanation.”

When Beth got off the phone, she walked over to the couch and sat down. A few seconds after that, she stuck her fingers into her vagina and began to play with herself. Ann began to do the same soon after that. Nina desperately wanted to masturbate too, but she was fat enough that it was impossible for her to reach her vagina to do so. Soon, the girls’ boyfriends arrived at the house. As soon as they were through the door, the girls ran up to their boyfriends and began to try and get to their manhood. The girls quickly got them naked and then exerted their will upon the guys. The girls didn’t care that they were having sex in front of each other and out in the open. All they cared about was having sex immediately. In one corner of the room, Ann and her boyfriend began to have sex animal style, as her vagina’s new location and her udder kept her from being in any other position. Nina’s boyfriend was lying on the floor. Nina was sitting on top of his penis as it was the easiest way for them to have sex at Nina’s size. Beth and her boyfriend had sex on the kitchen table, as Beth was still mostly human. Each girl soon found herself having an orgasm.

After a few minutes, Ann got up and wandered out into the back yard and began to graze again. Then Nina got up and headed to the kitchen and began to eat lots of grainy food. Beth, however, didn’t get up for a while. Instead, she lied on the table as her orgasm lasted for a very long time. Eventually, she got up and began eating lots of food, just like her sisters.

While Ann grazed, she periodically went to the bathroom right where she was. Ann never seemed to notice that she was doing this, and didn’t stop grazing for four hours straight. As she grazed, her feet began to fuse together and form hooves. Inside the house, Nina began to visibly put on more weight as she ate. Her face and neck, as well as her arms, grew visibly fat over the evening. After eating non stop for about an hour, Beth decided to go for a walk with her boyfriend.

When Beth came to Cindy’s house, she found what looked like to be two cows grazing in the front yard. There were two guys standing near them. As Beth approached them, the cows turned towards her. Both cows had large human looking breasts hanging between their forelegs and human looking hair on their heads. One of them still had the face of a human woman.

“Cindy? Mindy? Is that you guys?” Beth asked as she approached the cows.

“Oh. Hi Beth,” the cow with the human head responded while the other one mooed, “don’t mind Cindy. She can still talk, but all her vowels sound like ‘ooooo’s.”

“Wow, you two are almost done, aren’t you?” Beth asked as she looked at her friends’ large bodies.

“Yeah, we are. Cindy’s done, or at least thinks she is. I guess we’re going to be carrying some reminders of our former lives with us,” Mindy said as she began to poop, “I’m almost done I think. I can feel my facial bones beginning to get sore now.”

“Wow, you guys changed really fast,” Beth said.

“Yeah, we did. It’s been a wild ride. I’ve been acting really strange lately too. I’ve been getting these animalistic urges to do weird things,” Mindy said, looking at Beth’s wet crotch, “I can see that you’ve been riding your bull today. Cindy and I were in heat yesterday. I can’t remember how many times we did it.”

“Yeah, I’m kind of going through that myself right now. You wouldn’t believe the orgasm’s I’ve had today,” Beth said, “Well, I’ll be seeing you. I’m sure you’ll seem my sister soon.”

As Beth and her boyfriend walked around the neighborhood more, they saw many women in the midst of their transformations. They passed one house where five girls were lying on the front lawn, all of them almost completely transformed into pigs. There were many cow girls too and also sheep girls, horse girls, donkey girls, and chicken girls. When Beth passed Sarah’s house, she saw a horse in the yard with two very large breasts hanging between her forelegs. When Beth called out to her, the Sarah neighed back to her. A few houses down from Sarah’s place, Beth stopped walking. She looked down at her crotch and realized that she was dripping wet. She moaned, pushed her boyfriend to the ground, pulled his pants off, and began to hump him. After they returned from their walk, Beth’s boyfriend fed her food for a couple of hours. When Beth finally went to sleep, her body was feeling very weird.

The Things You Do to Survive 4 by ~tdep

The next morning, Beth was woken by screams coming from Nina’s room. Rolling out of bed, Beth wandered out into the hall, towards her youngest sister’s room. When she got into the room, she found Nina standing on her bed, with Ann and their father looking at her. Nina had changed quite a bit overnight. She was very fat now, weighing at least 400 lbs. Her arms were very fat now. At the elbow, her arm bent backwards instead of forwards, and Nina appeared to no longer have any hands. Her breasts were very large and rested on top of her huge belly. Despite her weight, her belly looked like that of a pregnant woman’s. Her hips were inhumanly wide now, and were almost as wide as she was tall. However, this was not completely because she was fat. They were so wide because there was a foot of space between her legs now. Hanging three quarters of the way down her thighs between her legs was a large fleshy area that merged in the front with her large belly. As Beth saw behind her sister, she saw that her backbone pushed out behind her in a weird way. It forced Nina’s butt cheeks apart and ended in a tail like protrusion. Beth also noticed that Nina’s legs were bending the wrong way now. As she looked at her screaming sister, Beth thought that Nina looked like a giant featherless bird. This thought was confirmed as she spotted the giant egg lying on the bed between Nina’s legs.

“I laid an egg! I laid an egg the size of my head! How the heck can I lay an egg the size of my head?” Nina was screaming frantically, “I just pooped out of my vagina too! How come I did that? Do I not have an anus anymore? What’s happening to me?”

“Nina, calm down,” Ann said to her crying sister.

“Yeah, Nina. Just calm down. Everything is…snort… going to be ok,” Beth said.

“No, everything is not going to….oh no!” Nina began.

Everyone watched as Nina’s vagina began to slowly open. After a few seconds, a white object became visible. Soon, Nina’s vagina was open as wide as it would have been if she’d been giving birth. Coming out of her body was a large white egg. It fell onto the bed after a minute, and Nina began to cry again. It was now obvious what Nina was going to become. She was going to become a chicken. Beth looked over at Ann and saw that Ann was standing on hooves and looked like she’d gained a lot of weight. She also looked taller too.

Beth decided that she couldn’t do anything to help Nina, so she headed back to her room to get dressed. Standing in front of her mirror, Beth realized that she was still naked from yesterday. She looked herself over discovered that she’d gotten quite a bit fatter from the day before. Despite the fact that she had a snout and pig ears, Beth thought that she was kind of cute looking. As she stood in front of the mirror, she struck a few sexy poses to see how she looked now. She thought about putting clothes back on, but, after struggling to get a pair of panties over her hips, decided that she didn’t want to wear clothes any more. Hearing her stomach growl, she headed downstairs to eat a two hour breakfast.

Later on, Beth arrived at her friend Jessica’s house not knowing what to expect. She’d gotten a call from her high school best friend saying that she wanted to see Beth before she finished transforming. When Beth rang the door bell, Jessica’s husband answered the door. Back during their senior year of high school, Jessica’s boyfriend had gotten her pregnant. She gave birth to twin girls and the got married to her boyfriend. Over the next five years, she’d given birth to 4 more girls, but had managed to retain her figure, gaining only a little weight and developing larger breasts. As Beth entered the house, she noticed that it smelled like a dump. However, she found herself enjoying the smell for some reason. Walking into the living room, Beth saw Jessica sitting on the couch.

“Jessica? Is that…oink…you?” Beth said as she walked towards her friend.

“Hey Beth…oink…seems like we…snort…both got the same number,” Jessica responded, “have a…oink…seat.”

Beth sat down in a chair across from the couch Jessica was sitting on. Beth was well on her way to transforming into a pig, having pig ears, a pig nose, tail, and weighing 250 lbs, but she realized she had nothing on her best friend. Jessica was huge. While not completely transformed, very little remained of her humanity. Jessica had large pig ears and a fully developed snout. She was very fat, and had three chins. Hanging from her huge belly were six breasts. Her feet were hooved, and Beth could only assume that there was a tail behind Jessica.

“How are the…oink…kids doing?” Beth asked as what looked like a piglet ran up to Jessica and began to suck on her lowest nipple.

“Well, they’re…snort…all fully piglets now. It was…oink…weird how it…snort…happened,” Jessica began, “Rachael is the middle one, and she’s 3. Amanda and Shannon…oink…, the twins, came into…snort…my bedroom one night…oink…too small for their clothes. They shrank…oink…back down to the…snort…size of Rachael. I ran…snort…into Mary and Kendra’s room…oink…after that and found that…snort…they’d grown from a 2 year old…oink…and 1 year old…snort…to 3 year olds. Danielle did the…snort…same thing.”

“Oh my gosh!” Beth gasped, “That’s so weird!”

“You…snort…could say that. The next morning…oink…they started…snort…changing. I guess…oink…I did too. I was…oink…changing Kendra’s…snort…diaper when I realized that…snort…her soiled diaper smelled good. Before I…snort…knew what was happening….oink…well, Geoff found me…snort…eating Kendra’s diaper,” Jessica told Beth about her transformation, “the girls…oink…wanted milk…snort…from me. I found that…oink…my breasts were…snort…full of milk, and before I knew it…oink…I had six toddlers trying to nurse from my…snort…two breasts. I went…oink…to bed that night…snort…with six lactating breasts hanging from my…oink…chest and stomach.”

“You’re…oink…scaring me jess,” Beth said as she gazed at her friend, realizing that she’d eventually be at the same point.

“well, six…snort…breasts make sex…oink…a lot more…snort…interesting,” Jessica said, “anyways, the kids…oink…all began to transform…snort…really quickly. They were all…oink…fully transformed….snort…after 3 days. It’s taken…oink…me a week to get…snort…to this point. A week ago…oink…I was 145 lbs. Pretty good, snort…for someone who’s…oink…had six kids. But, now…snort…I’m 450 lbs!”

At this moment, one of Jessica’s daughters, Beth couldn’t tell which, pooped on the floor right in front of them. Beth found herself staring at the pile of poop left by the piglet. She didn’t know why she was so entranced by this at all. It was happening more and more to her. Looking up at Jessica, Beth could see that she was having the same dilemma in her head. Beth could also see that Jessica’s hands now ended in hooves instead of fingers. This change had happened since they’d started talking. Jessica let out a loud snort, which was followed by the sounds of her going to the bathroom on the couch where she sat.

“it’s not…oink…that bad though, Beth,” Jessica said, “it’s all...snort…kind of…oink…liberating in a way. No one will…snort…look down on me…oink…for popping out…snort…lots of kids anymore. You…oink…don’t have to…snort…worry about…oink…getting fat…snort…either. Oh, I guess…oink…it’s feeding time again.”

The six piglets were huddled near their mother, eyeing Jessica’s large breasts hungrily. Jessica “oinked” and “snorted” as she forced her huge body off the couch. Chunks of poop fell off her butt as she stood. Beth saw the large pile of poop that Jessica had left on the couch. Jessica slowly and awkwardly got down on all fours and then laid down on her side, presenting her six large breasts to her piglets, who greedily piled in to suck on them. Jessica’s legs and arms laid out in front of her, much like a pig’s. Jessica and Beth continued to talk as the piglets ate. During this time, Beth finally gave into her animalistic urges and went to the couch and smelled her friend’s poop. Before Beth knew what she was doing, she found herself eating the poop, just like a pig. When Jessica’s piglets were done eating, Jessica tried to stand back up. However, she found that it was impossible to do so. While she’d been nursing, her arms and changed into forelegs and her back had grown long, allowing her to only stand on all fours. Jessica moaned as she realized that she’d finished transforming into a pig. Beth left soon, leaving Jessica her husband alone so they could spend more time together until Jessica and the piglets were relocated.

When Beth got home, she found Nina sitting like a chicken out on the deck. Nina’d gone through more changes while Beth had been visiting Jessica. Her lower legs now resembled those of a chicken instead of a human, ending with four clawed toes. Also, Nina had grown a beak.

“Wow, you’ve…oink…changed even more,” Beth said to her sister.

“It’s so…cluck…weird changing…cluck…like this,” Nina said, her voice sounding chicken-like, “I’ve…cluck…laid five more…cluck…eggs.”

“Where’s Ann at,” asked Beth.

“Over…cluck…there,” Nina answered, pointing with a wing to the back yard.

Looking to where Nina was pointing, Beth squealed. The first thing she saw was a fully formed cow rear. A second later, the rest of Ann’s body came into view. Ann was standing on all fours and appeared to be at least 5 ft long now and equally as tall. Her face was still human, but the rest of her body looked like an anorexic cow.

“Oh my gosh! Ann! You’ve changed…oink…so much!” Beth exclaimed.

“Yeah, I know. Isn’t it weird? I’m walking on four legs,” Ann said, turning to face Beth.

“Man, you and Nina have changed so much today. You’re both almost done,” Beth said.

“I guess we both are. It’s so weird and surreal. Anyways, I’m really hungry, so I’m going to get back to eating,” Ann said as she bent back down to eat more grass.

Beth couldn’t believe what had happened today. Everything was suddenly moving really fast. One sister was almost a cow now and the other was a featherless chicken. Beth had seen what was in store for her when she’d visited Jessica, and suddenly found herself scared. She wandered back into the kitchen and decided to have a snack to comfort herself. This snack soon turned into a three hour long food binge for her. As Beth ate, she began to give into some of the animalistic urges she was feeling. First, she began to eat faster than normal, and soon was stuffing food into her mouth before she’d finished chewing what was already in there. Secondly, Beth finally lost control of her bowels and pooped twice while she ate, barely missing a beat.

Before Beth went to bed that night, she looked herself over in her mirror. She was fatter than she’d been when she’d woken up that morning, and she was almost positive that she’d wake up even fatter. Strangely, she found herself enjoying her larger fat body and strangely wanted herself to get larger still. Beth also found four nipples growing out of her belly. After seeing Jessica, Beth knew this could only mean one thing, more breasts. Grunting and snorting quietly, Beth climbed into her bed and went to sleep, worried about what tomorrow would bring to her.

[thosearentcrimes]

Whenever the government does the banks a solid, the usual suspects turn up asking when it will be the turn of the people to get a favor, and the other usual suspects start drawing anti-semitic caricatures.

With the Bank Term Funding Program, the Fed is proposing to borrow (for a period of one year, with a loan duration of one year, so loans active over the next two years at minimum if I understand correctly) US government securities at favorable rates. In particular, the loans will be valued at par rather than at market rate. This makes sense, the problem this is supposed to solve is that banks are selling off US government securities to secure needed liquidity, which is driving down the market rate, which threatens a spiral that maybe starts taking down more banks than the government wants to be propping up, and then takes the rest of the economy down with them. If you promise to lend at par, this provides a preferable alternative to selling, which lending at market rate would not. Meanwhile, there's not really any risk of default as there would otherwise be when lending more money than you're getting value in collateral, because any bank that goes under you were going to be saving anyway, and any bank that would rather keep the money than the securities will find that the government has "recourse beyond the pledged collateral". But ultimately all this means is that the Fed has figured out yet another clever trick to give financial institutions cheap money.

So, what about the common people? When are they getting a favor like this, anyway? Well, the US government already runs massive subsidies aimed at promoting desirable financial behavior among regular people. For some reason mortgages are considered desirable financial behavior. College degrees still kind of are but this has cooled off a bit as the government is realizing that 3 years of productive lifespan and a bunch of money for a college graduate is a trade that doesn't actually serve their interests. I would say that the problem with US government interventions, market or otherwise, is often not so much the identity of the direct beneficiaries but rather the political goals that those interventions are performed in favor of. It is just as possible to direct mortgage or pension policy by leaning directly on individuals as on financial institutions, but if the object of policy is to produce a politically significant constituency of petit rentiers whose interests align with the owner class, well, the fate of Britain awaits.

Is this new program a good idea? Well, I'm not an economist, so I'm not quite the worst placed to evaluate a program like this, but I still have no idea. One thing I will say is the impression I get is that everything is a liquidity crisis until it turns out to have been a solvency crisis all along. Nobody really seems to be solvent if they actually have to sell their assets, especially if others are selling assets too, and it wouldn't make sense if they were. The purpose of this program is to head it off while it still is just a liquidity crisis, but even if it works that may be just kicking the can down the road while exaggerated valuations that would apparently already kick off a crisis if they were tested merely fester instead. Is it possible to deflate a bubble rather than pop it? And will a new round of cheap money contribute to achieving that?

[starseedfxofficial]

Forex: Swiss CPI Cooldown, UK Retail Slump & US Trade Talks When Inflation Plays Hide-and-Seek: Switzerland's November Recap Well, Switzerland might not be the most flamboyant country, but it sure keeps us on our toes. The Swiss Consumer Price Index (CPI) for November came in at – wait for it – exactly what we expected: –0.1%. A minor dip like this is sort of like accidentally eating a sugar-free chocolate when you’re expecting the real thing. It’s not great, but it's not a disaster either. The year-over-year CPI also threw in a small surprise, coming in at 0.7% instead of the forecasted 0.8%. If you’re wondering, “What’s the big deal?” – well, every decimal matters when you’re dealing with Forex. Traders betting on the Swiss franc might need to rethink their strategies, especially as the Swiss National Bank has been playing it cool, resisting any drastic rate changes. Here’s the deal: a drop in CPI like this suggests inflation is cooling down a bit faster than expected. This could make the Swiss franc a tad less appealing compared to its more ‘inflated’ cousins (looking at you, euro). If you’re trading the franc, keep an eye on those central bank signals – the SNB may start showing their cards sooner rather than later. UK Retail Sales - The Holiday Spirit Missed the Memo Over in the UK, it looks like the early holiday shopping spirit was more "Bah Humbug" than "Jingle Bells." The British Retail Consortium (BRC) reported that retail sales for November plummeted by 3.4% compared to last year. Talk about shoppers being tighter than a drum! Total sales were down 3.3%, which means the spending slump wasn’t just limited to specific sectors—it was all-around gloom. This is like when you put all your Christmas lights up, only to realize half of them don’t work. Painful. The revised employment data from the Office for National Statistics (ONS) offered a rare glimpse of positivity: the employment rate ticked up to 74.6%, and economic inactivity decreased slightly. In simple terms, more people are back at work, and fewer are sitting on the sidelines. Good news, but clearly not enough to boost retail spending. So, what’s the play here? For Forex traders, the pound may face pressure, especially if consumer spending continues to falter. It’s time to reassess positions involving GBP pairs because the Bank of England could get a bit nervous and revisit rate cuts. Keep an ear out for any murmurs from Governor Andrew Bailey—he’s got a history of surprising the markets when things get iffy. European Drama: ECB in Waiting Mode and French Unrest It wouldn’t be a European economic update without a sprinkle of political drama, right? The European Central Bank (ECB) continues to play the “let’s wait and see” game, with board member Martins Kazaks reiterating that their approach will be gradual and heavily data-dependent. It’s like being on a roller coaster that’s moving very, very slowly – you know the twists are coming, but for now, you’re inching along. In France, meanwhile, lawmakers are preparing for a no-confidence vote against the government. Now, if you’re not up to speed on European politics, think of it as the ultimate showdown episode in a TV drama, where someone might lose their job. The vote takes place on December 4th, and while it’s unlikely to pass, these events can often rattle the euro. Investors aren’t a fan of uncertainty, and neither are Forex traders. Just remember, the key here is staying vigilant—political risk in Europe is like a bad cold, it keeps coming back. US Highlights: Rate Cuts, Trump Speaks, and the Steel Saga Across the Atlantic, Federal Reserve member John Williams hinted at future rate cuts but kept things vague, stating it’s all dependent on incoming data. Translation: “We’ll cut rates, but not until we’re absolutely sure we should.” Williams also gave us some clues that US GDP growth could exceed 2.5% this year, but left us hanging on exactly how far they plan to lower rates. It’s the kind of noncommittal answer we’ve come to expect from central bankers—like a magician saying, “I’ll pull a rabbit out of this hat... eventually.” In political news, President-elect Trump announced that Warren Stephens will be the US envoy to Britain. Also, Trump made it clear he’s not a fan of US Steel (X) being acquired by Japan’s Nippon Steel. Cue the nationalist rhetoric: Trump plans to bolster US Steel through tax incentives and tariffs, making it “strong and great again.” Whether you love or hate his policies, one thing is certain: geopolitical tensions can make the US dollar a bit of a wild ride. Traders should be cautious with USD positions linked to any industries affected by trade tariffs, particularly steel. Trading Insights: Turning Noise into Opportunities So, what’s the takeaway from all this economic hustle and bustle? Firstly, the Swiss franc could see some volatility in the coming days. Lower-than-expected CPI might prompt traders to dial back on the franc, especially as the eurozone deals with its own set of economic uncertainties. Keep an eye on EUR/CHF—there could be some swing action if the ECB decides to drop some dovish hints in response to France’s political troubles. As for the British pound, well, it’s all about consumer confidence. The drop in retail sales should keep traders wary of the GBP until we get some clarity on how the BoE will react. With consumer spending being a core driver of the UK economy, any further weakness here could lead to pound depreciation. And in the US, the takeaway is to watch those rate cut signals. Fed officials seem cautiously optimistic, but cautious is the operative word. If you’re trading USD, pay extra attention to Fed statements and any shifts in trade policies that could affect market sentiment. Sometimes, the best opportunities come not from chasing trends but from waiting for the market to overreact to small bits of news—remember, patience can be your greatest ally. Takeaways for Forex Traders: - Swiss Franc Watch: Lower CPI could lead to SNB action, which means potential weakness in CHF. - British Pound Alert: Falling retail sales may weigh on GBP, watch for BoE signals. - USD Strategy: Keep tabs on Fed rate cut hints and Trump’s trade moves, particularly in sectors like steel that can have outsized impacts on the dollar. Keep It Smart, Stay One Step Ahead In Forex, being ahead isn’t just about having the latest news—it’s about knowing how to react when everyone else overreacts. Stay cool, stay analytical, and remember: it’s the hidden patterns that lead to success. Looking for more exclusive insights and trading tools to sharpen your edge? Check out StarseedFX’s Forex News, courses, and community membership. Because trading is better when you’ve got a secret weapon. Learn More and Join the Community —————– Image Credits: Cover image at the top is AI-generated   Read the full article

[powderrblue]

i want you to lose like i lose when i play (what could have been)

title from 'what could have been' by sting

Hadlee cradled Paislie close. It wasn't like she had anything better to do, no files to update that couldn't be done tomorrow.

It was the same every day. Every maintenance worker who would get crushed in some pipe within the labyrinthine coolant systems. Every actor who had died a thousand times before, entered once more into the reviving schedule. Every caller who got the rehearsed, meaningless message that would inevitably get them brought in, killed, and worse.

She wondered what it would have been like if she had been the one to answer when Paislie had called the place looking for a job. If she could've told the sixteen year old to never call back, take her siblings and run, get away, anything.

It wouldn't have worked.

Nothing ever did, not here.

Not even when the company had found a way to cheat death and defy the nature of the universe.

Of course the one it had failed every time had to be Paislie.

The younger had stopped forming coherent sentences hours ago. Their breaths were too shallow and fast, their hand cold as Hadlee clutched it to her own chest.

Hadlee didn't want to tell anyone Paislie was dying again. They'd take them, and Hadlee would be refused any information for days on end without even a file of the ex-actor's to look at.

That feeling only got worse with time.

"Hal?"

"Yeah. I'm here, Pey-Pey," Hadlee murmured into their hair.

"Home?"

Hadlee wanted to scream, but she stopped herself with a deep breath. "I promise, Lee, if we make it out, I'm gonna take you home and we'll never look back, I promise you. I'm sorry."

Paislie's head lolled to the side as they made an effort to keep eye contact with Hadlee. "Not your fault."

The black-haired girl paused, picking up rocking Paislie again. She hardly dared to hope, but the other seemed more coherent than she could've possibly hoped for.

"Just hang on for me, yeah? Then you can be upset at me."

Paislie looked down slowly, then back up once more. " 'M I dyin'?"

Hadlee swore she could taste blood. This wasn't fair, this wasn't fair, it wasn't fair. "I'm not letting you. We're not going anywhere except back to work in the morning."

The younger frowned.

"I know, Pey, I know. We can talk later. I'm sorry."

"Stop," Paislie muttered, resting their head on Hadlee's shoulder with a dull thunk. "Nuh uh."

Both of them fell silent after that, and Hadlee moved to relax against the wall.

She couldn't help but wonder where Paislie's siblings were. If she ever got out, she had already sworn a million times over to find them. They'd all be between four and eight by now, if she had to guess.

If she were honest, she was probably most excited to meet Paislie's twin siblings.

She wondered how much they looked like Paislie.

And as she fell asleep, she hummed any tune she could think of and prayed to whatever was out there that this wouldn't be the last time she saw Paislie.

Hadlee hadn't been prepared when Showfall had really and truly been shut down.

She found herself questioning reality as swarms of government officials crowded the place, rapidly shouting orders and discoveries at each other.

All the employees were considered suspects for a long time. Hadlee hadn't realized how lucky she had been to land a desk job instead of- well, anything else. She would let it suffice to say that court-ordered therapy was for the lucky ones.

Paislie, along with tens, maybe hundreds of others, were found in the form of ashes with serial numbers on the boxes. What put a bitter taste in her mouth was the fact that some of them couldn't or even wouldn't be returned, whether that was due to not knowing whose ashes they were or as some form of evidence.

With the truth out, the number Showfall had set up was quickly shut down and given to someone. Hadlee wasn't sure it should've been reassigned due to the publicity, but whatever floated the guy's boat.

What had to have been the worst part was seeing her family again once the police had located them. It was like she'd come home for the first time all over again. Her siblings, her little brother, her parents, none of them knew who she was. All because Showfall had thought wiping memories would keep anyone from looking for her. All because they'd been right.

Returning to college felt like digging up some dead, alien part of herself; something that tore through every inch of her memory and dragged the imagery of thousands of bloody deaths through what had been familiar halls. She'd only realized it wasn't real when she snapped out of it to find herself nearly lying in her own vomit and a crowd of people standing close enough to suffocate her.

She didn't go back after that.

She felt like the world had packed up and moved on without her. The people she'd been starting college with already graduated with two-year, four-year degrees. Her high school senior class had been holding reunions every so often, probably a result of the closeness of everyone in the little county.

Sometimes Hadlee wondered if she was wrong for wanting to go back to the mall. Think about how she could've done things differently, stopped people from hurting people and being hurt.

Stopped Paislie from dying.

The younger probably would have survived if the employees had escaped sooner.

Her therapist always questioned her down that line of thinking every time she said so. Sometimes Hadlee could hear the man's voice repeating the same questions to her, over and over. She hated it. She hated knowing nothing she did could have changed that outcome.

With one last sigh, she dragged a large bag from under her bed, revealing the outfit Paislie always wore while they were fixing things.

Hadlee laid it out over her desk, ignoring the dusty, small spider webs stretching over her textbooks and laptop.

She felt an unnatural silence pour through her veins, shutting her feelings down where nothing would reach them.

Showfall had won.

"We're home, Pey-Pey."

[whitepolaris]

Broadway and Grand

The unluckiest intersection in all of Oklahoma lies in the center of downtown Enid, two hours west of Tulsa. It has nothing to do with faulty traffic lights, traffic congestion, or unsuccessful business venture, mind you, but the fact that, over the span of forty-years, a total of five men, four of them law officers, were killed at this very spot.

The first was in 1895 when Marshal E. C. Williams was shot to death trying to break up a fight. R. W. Patterson, a government official, was scuffling at Broadway and Grand with J. L. Isenberg, publisher of the Enid Daily Wave, over a series of venomous articles that had appeared in the newspaper. Patterson, who was a registrar with the U.S. Land Office, published his legal notices in a competing paper. In retaliation, Isenberg began publishing scurrilous opinions and accusations concerning Patterson. After Isenberg accused him of infidelity, Patterson decided he had enough and punched Isenberg in the face.

About the time Marshal Williams arrived to break up the fight, Patterson pulled out a gun and starting shooting at Isenberg, who quickly ran into a nearby store. Williams pistol-whipped Patterson; Patterson shot the marshal just above his heart. Before the marshal collapsed, however, he took a shot at Patterson, striking him in the temple. Both Williams and Patterson died. Isenberg escaped and later moved to California.

Ten years later, in 1905, another Enid officer was killed at the same intersection. According to a newspaper report at the time, Deputy Sheriff Robert O. Beers received a message one evening alleged to be from the city attorney, which asked for a meeting in the Anheuser-Busch building at the corner of Broadway and Grand. When Beers arrived, he was met instead by two angry men, J. W. Walton and Jacob Erickson. When an argument ensued, Beers pulled his gun but was shot in the head by Erickson before he had a chance to fire. Few details regarding the argument were released, but the confrontation reportedly had something to do with Beers's involvement in an illicit relationship. (Did you get the irony of a man named Beers dying in the Anheuser-Busch building?)

In 1906, less than a year later, yet another lawman was fatally shot in the same building. Marshal Thomas Radford had been in office for only eight months, and just weeks before he had been declared by the chairman of the police committee to be the best marshal Enid ever had. Unfortunately, not everyone agreed, especially John Cannon, who ran a rooming house on East Broadway known for its pleasure of the flash. Redford, determined to close down the rooming house, forced the business's tenants to move, then thwarted Cannon's attempt to set up shop across the street by warning the new building's owner not to rent to Cannon.

Furious, Cannon confronted Redford at the Tony Faust Saloon in the Anheuser-Busch building. Cannon walked up to the marshal, placed his gun to the officer's chest, and fired. As Redford tried to run, Cannon fired back and stuck the lawman a second time, in the torso. Redford continued staggering out the front door, where Cannon shot him again, this time in the head. The marshal fell to the street and died shortly thereafter.

Radford's funeral procession, which consisted of 115 carriages, measured nearly a mile long. John Cannon served twenty-five years in prison.

At the end of a hot July day in 1936, patrons were filling up the German Village Saloon to refresh themselves with a few mugs of beer. Owner Jim O'Neal, however, couldn't relax that evening, as he had been tipped off earlier in the day that someone was going to try to rob him.

O'Neal had been keeping an eye on one particular patron for some time, who seemed oddly familiar. When he realized he may have seen the man in some notorious photographs, he called Enid police officer Cal Palmer to come check the man out. Palmer, along with Officer Ralph Knarr, asked the man to come with them, who replied, "I think I know what you want me for," but kindly asked if he could first finish his beer. The officers agreed.

When the man set down his empty mug, however, he pulled out a revolver and shot Palmer three times. Knarr four times, and another man in the leg once. He then took off out the side door and up an alley, quickly pursued by five other officers. When the killer reached the street, he jumped into the backseat of a car occupied by two men and commanded them to drive.

After the driver hit the gas, he noticed the officers in pursuit, and both he and his passenger jumped out, leaving their hijacker behind. The driver directed the officers to the vehicle, who began firing. The fleeing man jumped out and hid behind the car, but was fatally struck in the head by one of the officers' bullets.

The man was later identified as Lawrence DeVol, a member of the infamous Karpis-Barker gang, which had recently broken up. As for the two officers shot in the saloon, Knarr recovered from his wounds, but Palmer died instantly when one of the bullets struck his heart.

Thankfully, Broadway and Grand, save for a few ghostly encounters reported in the in the surrounding buildings, has been quiet ever since. Probably the worst you'll encounter today is a few red-light runners and the resultant blasts of car horns. But, of course, history is still being written.

[ozma914]

2020s: The Decade of Déjà vu

Someday, someone will invent time travel. Then the government will get hold of it, and the first thing they'll do is over-regulate it. "All forms must be completed in triplicate--and no, you can't fill them out ahead of time."

One of those regulations will state, quite explicitly, that you CANNOT go back to any point in the 2020s.

No, not because of COVID: because the insanity might be contagious.

We've gone through way worse times, as a country and as a world. The American Civil War was awful. The Great Depression kinda sucked. The 40s could have been better. The 50s were okay but, as with most times, it depended on who you were.

I don't know bout the 1820s, but the 1920s were roaring. The 2020s? Just ... weird.

And I thought that before the Chinese spy balloon came over.

Honestly, I was convinced the thing was from North Korea. The Chinese have satellites, for crying out loud. Maybe the North Koreans were just trying to dip down and steal some grain.

I mean, have you seen Kim Jong-un? He's the only person in the country who's not starving. They have to keep bread on his table, or he'll start eating his subjects.

The Chinese, in the interest of spreading conspiracy theories, have solved that problem by cutting into the population with viruses. It seemed like a good idea at the time. (Kidding! Just in case their balloon managed to land spy technology on my roof.)

It's probably worth mentioning that in 2020 Iran launched their own military satellite.

Then Russia's very own dictator saw what Kim Jong-un was doing and said, "Here: Hold my vodka"

What Putin didn't realize was that the Russian Army's warranty ran out in 2019.

What else could possibly go wrong? Meanwhile we had only the 3rd Presidential impeachment in history, and naturally the whole thing ran along party lines, because aren't the parties more important than the people? Sure they are.

In 2020 oil prices tanked. Remember that? No? Now gas is so expensive that instead of a fast food place attached to gas stations, they're teaming up with those payday loan places. "I just need a cash advance so I can get to work so I can earn the money to get to work."

Want to know the fun part? Most of that stuff happened, or at least started, in 2020. Just the first year of the decade that time travelers will someday cancel. The rest of the decade actually gives a sense of dejas vus, which is a Latin term meaning "what, again?" Recession, shortages, racial tensions, crazy storms, nuclear threats, government bloat, inflation ...

Holy crap. Three years into this decade, and we're in the 70s again. That explains the Déjà vu, anyway.

And we've got seven more 20s years to go.

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[acewizardinspace]

I really love the idea of there being a bunch of different jedi sects with their own cultures and practices, but it seems like an idea exclusively used to bash the main jedi on Coruscant. I propose instead there are a bunch of jedi sects, because of course any group that has been around for thousands of years is going to have splinter groups, but they are all still jedi and they follow the same principles and get along just fine!

The Corellian Jedi/Green Jedi from legends but expanded to fit better with canon. They allow marriage for their members more often, but because of that they have a lot of other rules. Like maybe the reason they only operate within their small section of space is because long sudden missions to the other side of the galaxy would be unfair to their partners. Or they recognize that their marriages can be a conflict of interest and they understand the importance of a jedi being impartial. Of course, they have strict marriage counseling to help keep relationships from turning into attachment. And they don’t judge the other jedi for choosing not to live like they do.

A jedi sect dedicated to helping animals. They started when a jedi noticed that force sensitive animals often caused problems for civilians who were not able to protect themselves from these wild animals with superpowers. The jedi set up a temple on an unpopulated planet and turned it into a force sensitive animal sanctuary. Now they get calls from all over the galaxy that boil down to, “There is a huge bear levitating fish out of the river and directly into his mouth and it is ruining the ecosystem. Please fix this.” The animals are brought to this planet where they won’t be able to hurt anyone and will be happier with other force sensitive beings around. They started breeding and training the in-universe equivalent of dogs because they realized force sensitive pets make the best service animals imaginable.

Maybe another group that doesn’t use lightsabers, like Fay. Instead, they collect their kyber crystals and wear them in lockets to meditate with. They believe the best way to connect to the force is without any tools besides their body. They concentrate entirely on their mental force abilities rather than their physical ones. But don’t let their lack of lightsaber or other visible weapon fool you! They know how to protect themselves and others. Even if they tend more towards spirituality, they know what it means to be a protector.

A lot of people in the fandom think the jedi should have broken away from the senate, so maybe there is a group like that. They have the benefit of not having to listen to the senate’s demands, but they also don’t have the same government protections either. There are very very few of them and they have absolutely no funding, so they often have to ask for donations or sell things they produce just to keep the lights on, and frankly are barely scraping by. But they can operate without having to worry that their actions could bring war to the republic because they are a completely neutral party.

To go back to legends, there were the Teepo Paladins who made a point of always using sensory-depriving masks/gadgets so they would concentrate only on the force. Or the Gray Paladins who believed in minimal force use. Rather than ask the force to help them, they trust that whatever happens was meant to be.

Why can’t we have jedi sects that aren’t played against each other in some attempt to make one group look bad? The jedi are nothing but respectful to other cultures! We know the jedi do canonly allow you to keep your own cultural practices! They would all respect each other’s unique culture and outlooks! Because all the jedi love each other!

But… maybe these sects all have the vibes of school sports rivalries lol.

[sacredsorceress]

Green || Bucky Barnes

pairing: bucky barnes x avenger!reader

summary: three times bucky realized you were more than a friend and the one time he finally admitted it (based on events from tfatws)

a/n: finishing this in time for the season finale tomorrow! reblogs and/or replies are super appreciated!!

word count: 3.1k

warnings: mentions of reader wearing a short dress, jealous bucky

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#1

“Nice of you guys to call me.”

Your hands in your jacket pockets, you announced your presence as you strolled up to the group of four men standing outside of the police station. You could basically feel the tension in the air as each man had a resolute expression written on all over their faces.

“What’s going on here?” You asked, slipping your hands out of your pockets and gesturing towards the group.

“What are you doing here?” Sam asked.

You might have been nicer about the situation if you weren’t utterly pissed that the two men hadn’t informed you about the mission that they had gone on.

“Incase you forgot, Sam, you’re not the only one who’s had to pick up where someone else left off. It’s my job to keep track of you guys.” You said. “... Also I’m Bucky’s emergency contact.”

“Well,” The blonde man leaning against the police cruiser said. “You’re a little late. I handled it.”

Looking up at the man in front of you, you gave him no inclination of defeat.

“You must be John Walker.” You said.

“So you’ve heard of me?” He smirked.

You crossed your arms, stepping away from the man who you had seen on television playing the role of Captain America. You had heard about the decision moments before the government had first displayed the impersonator on screen, but it had been too late for you to do anything about it or to inform Sam or Bucky in time for his appearance.

“I’ve heard of everyone.” You deadpanned.

“Yeah?” He asked, standing up straighter. “And who are you?”

Just as you were about to open your mouth, you felt Bucky’s hand land on your shoulder. Turning to glance at him, you watched as he shook his head, giving you a serious look. Despite the fact that you were now tasked with keeping track of the former members of the group of Avengers and were one yourself, you had been able to keep your identity a secret. Although to the world you were “Sorceress”- the Avenger with magical powers similar to those of Wanda Maximoff- to members of the team such as Bucky you were Y/n Y/l/n.

He didn’t trust John Walker and he didn’t want to bring you into their own mess. Although Bucky had been avoiding Sam’s text messages, Bucky had kept in constant touch with you since you first met him after he had come back from the Blip six months ago- even going as far as spending time together multiple times a week in person- not because you had to keep track of him, but because the two of you genuinely enjoyed spending time together. 

You were the closest thing he had to normalcy and he didn’t want the knockoff version of his best friend messing it up not only for himself, but for you too.

However, you didn’t see much of a way out of it. You weren’t going to just leave Bucky and Sam to handle the situation on their own, but you also didn’t see a way that you could work alongside them and not have John and Lemar figure out your identity sooner or later.

Gently taking Bucky’s hand off of your shoulder, squeezing it lightly before dropping it, you reached out your hand to John Walker.

“Y/n Y/l/n.” You told him. “Sorceress... and I guess the current caretaker of the Falcon and the Winter Soldier.”

Later, after the group had dispersed and you followed Sam and Bucky as they walked in the opposite direction, you were surprised when you heard Bucky’s tone of voice when he finally spoke up again.

“You shouldn’t have given him your name, Y/n.” He said.

You shrugged, hands tucked into your pockets once again. “It’s fine, Buck.” You assured him. “There wasn’t much else I could do. He was going to find out eventually-”

“Don’t act so casual about it. This is your identity- your life- and you’re just going to share it with some asshole like John Walker?”

“Woah!” You exclaimed, stopping in your spot. “What’s your problem, Buck? Why do you care so much?”

Noticing how both you and Sam were staring at him with furrowed eyebrows, trying to comprehend why he was making such a “big deal” about it, Bucky grew embarrassed, not understanding himself why he cared so much. Rather than admitting defeat however, Bucky threw up his hands, scoffing.

“Forget it, Y/n. I don’t care. Do what you want.”

And with that he picked up the pace, walking in the opposite direction of where you and Sam stood confused in your spots.

#2

“I couldn’t have worn something- I don’t know- a bit longer?” You called to the three men ahead of you, following them into the club as you tugged on the hem of your short dress.

“This a club in Madripoor, Y/n.” You heard Zemo say. “If you wore anything else you would be giving us away.”

Groaning you steadied yourself in your heels following behind Zemo and Sam. You slowed your pace to walk besides Bucky who had insisted on being at the back of the line behind you- telling everyone that it would be safer for everyone if he kept their backs covered.

“How are you feeling?” You asked as quietly as you could in the loud club.

“What?” He asked.

“How are you feeling? With the while Winter Soldier thing? If you don’t think you can handle it we can find another way-”

“It’s fine, Y/n.” He said. “Don’t worry about me.”

Instead of letting it go, you gently placed your hand on his exposed, vibranium arm, causing him to stop in his spot, looking at you.

“Bucky, I’m serious.” You said. “You matter too. If you can’t handle it, I’ll find a way to get the information without all of this, okay? I care about you, Buck. Just say the word.”

He almost couldn't focus on the words coming out of your mouth as he tried to keep his eyes focused on your face, rather than trailing down your body, finally noticing just how short the dress that was adorning your body was. As good as you looked in green, he swore he would kill Zemo once he got what he needed from him for dressing you in that.

As gorgeous as you were, however, your words meant everything to him and he hung on to every single one- no matter what you were saying. Hearing the sentiment that you had for him and that you would stick your neck out for him of all people made him speechless.

Just as he was about to open his mouth however, the two of you began to feel the eyes of other partygoers staring the two of you down. As soon as you noticed, you quickly snatched your hand away from his arm and continued your pace in front of him, Bucky quickly following behind.

“Distracted?” Zemo asked as Bucky stopped beside him at the bar.

Rather than answering, Bucky remained silent, falling into character with the thought of your shared interaction still playing over and over in his mind.

#3

Coughing on his hands and knees, trying to process what had just happened, all Bucky could hear was the obnoxious sound of the alarm blaring. When he opened his eyes again he saw the shipping container now consumed with flames and illuminated with a daunting red light. Recalling what had just occurred, he scrambled to his feet, calling out for you.

“Y/n?” He called. “Y/n!”

When he didn't immediately hear your voice, he began to feel his heart race in his chest. What if something happened to you? What if you were too close to the explosion? He wouldn’t know what to do with himself if something had happened to you. Just as he was beginning to start hyperventilating, the smoke catching in his chest causing him to double over and heave, he felt your hands wrap around either of his biceps.

“Buck?” You asked. “I’m- I’m so sorry. It happened so fast I couldn’t get a forcefield around everyone. Thank God you’re okay. I was so afraid something happened-”

Cutting you off, Bucky shook your hands off of his arms, instead pulling you into his arms. Although you and the super soldier had spent more quality time than you could count together prior to starting this mission, you had never hugged before, but being in his arms you couldn’t find a single complaint, instead silently wrapping your arms tightly around his torso, running your hands up and down his back.

“Hey it’s okay, Buck. I’m okay.” You said. “Let’s go, okay? Before this thing collapses on us.”

After that the two of you had followed Sam and Sharon into the area of shipping containers, taking out hitman by hitman along the way, when you had finally gotten through all of them, you watched as Zemo pulled up in a car besides the four of you.

“Nice ride.” You said as Bucky slipped into the front seat of the vehicle, yourself sliding into one of the seats in the back row.

“Thank you, Y/n.” Zemo replied, patting Bucky on the chest. “She’s a woman of taste.”

Bucky swore to himself for the second time within the past 12 hours that when given the chance he was going to kill the man beside him- with or without his therapist’s approval.

“You’re not going to move your seat up are you?” Sam asked.

“Nope.” Bucky said.

“That’s fine.” Sam conceded. “I guess I’ll just chill back here with Y/n.”

You laughed as Sam laid his arm against headrest of the backseats of the car.

“I’m fine with that.” You said. “Just me and my favorite person.”

Now Bucky knew that you were kidding, only teasing him to get a rise out of him, but glancing at the backseat and seeing Sam’s arm practically around your shoulders and you calling him your favorite person... just didn’t sit right with Bucky. Just as Zemo’s foot was about to hit the gas, Bucky shifted the car into park, swinging the door open and stepping out of the vehicle.

“What-”

“You can have the front.” Bucky said, swinging Sam’s door open.

“It’s really okay, Buck-”

“You said you wanted more space so you can have the front.” He said. “Go sit in the front.”

You watched as Sam turned to you, quirking his eyebrows before shrugging and stepping out of the car, switching to the passenger seat. You almost wanted to laugh as you watched Bucky squeeze into the backseat behind the passenger seat, his knees practically up against his chest.

“You good?” You asked.

Despite the groan that had involuntarily escaped his mouth from the discomfort of the front seat digging into his knees, Bucky nodded, stretching his arm out across the backseat, behind your shoulders.

“I’m great.” He assured you. “Now drive, Zemo.”

Although you didn’t catch it, the two men sitting in the front seat- despite their differences- couldn’t help but throw each other a knowing look before the car took off for their next destination.

#4

“Hey!” Torres called. “I see you got your sleeve back!”

You chuckled as you turned to glance at the man stood beside you. Despite it being a joke, not a single hint of a smile cracked the man’s hard exterior. The only reason he didn’t walk out of the room on the spot was because you were standing beside him.

“He’s just in a bad mood today.” You said, reaching your hand out to shake Torres’. “I’m Y/n.”

Taking your hand and shaking it in his, he furrowed his eyebrows. “What are you doing hanging around these guys?” He asked. “...Not that you can’t handle yourself! Sam just won’t even invite me on these things.”

Pulling your hand away from his, you smiled. “Think you can keep a secret?”

As soon as you asked the question you watched as the confusion written all over his face grew even more and you could hear Sam chuckling in the background.

“I’m Sorceress.” You said. “Like the Avenger? I just try to keep my identity pretty secret, you know?”

As soon as you revealed your identity to him, you watched as the man’s face dropped and he turned to look at Sam who was standing behind him.

“Wait- she’s-” Torres stuttered.

Sam nodded, laughing.

“Yep.” Sam said. “She’s the one you’ve been hounding me about setting you up with.”

Although you weren’t paying attention to him, Bucky had already disliked how the conversation was going- finding Torres to be a little too friendly for his liking and not loving that you exposed your identity to him immediately- but when he heard Sam’s confession, he stiffened in his spot, hands balling into fists at his side.

“What? Dude!” Torres exclaimed, glancing back and forth between you and Sam before finally turning back to you, chuckling nervously. “He's just kidding! I would never have a crush on you- wait! That came out wrong! Not that you’re not pretty because you are- I just think you’re cool-”

You continued laughing as the man stumbling over his words in front of you, finding it endearing until you heard the super soldier scoff beside you. You glanced at him only to see him cross his arms while rolling his eyes before making his way out of the room.

Turning back to Torres you gave him a quick smile, pulling a card out of your pocket. “I have to go, but it was nice to meet you Torres. If these boys get in trouble again, make sure to call me first thing, okay?”

He took the card from your hand, nodding. “Uh yeah- yeah! Of course!”

With that you waved to both him and Sam before following the path Bucky had taken out of the room seconds before.

Seeing his figure pacing across the room, you threw your arms up in the air.

“What’s your problem?” You asked.

Stopping in his spot he turned to face you.

“What?” He said. “I don’t have a problem.”

You couldn’t help but scoff, crossing your arms. 

“Uh yeah. You do.” You said. “Did I do something to piss you off or something? Are you mad at me for coming on the mission? Because I’m sorry if I wanted to help save the world and make sure you guys didn’t get killed in the process.”

Bucky just stopped and stared at you standing across from him with your arms crossed. He hated to admit it, but you look pissed at him. It hurt knowing that you were upset with him, but it hurt a little more knowing that you felt as though he was mad at you when in actuality that couldn’t be farther from the truth.

“Y/n.” He said, stepping closer to you. “I’m not mad at you.”

“Then why did you just storm out of the room?” You asked.

He couldn’t think of a reason besides the truth. He could lie and say that he was   mad at you, but that wouldn’t solve the situation for anyone and could possibly strain your relationship farther- and that was the last thing he could possibly want.

The two of you stood there in silence, staring at one another as Bucky attempted to find the words in his head to ease your concern without exposing himself in the process.

But you were never one to back down with him.

“Bucky,” You said. “What’s the problem? What did I do? Why are you so angry-”

“Because I don’t like the way that guy was talking to you!” He exclaimed, throwing his arms in the air.

“What?” You asked. “What are you talking about?”

Bucky realized he was in it now. He couldn’t see a way out of it.

For the past week, Bucky couldn’t help but notice that he cared for you a bit more than friends should. Maybe he always did. He thought back to the times he would eagerly await your weekly lunches or the comfort he felt when you took him furniture shopping after seeing his empty apartment for the first time. He thought back to the times you would show up outside of his door when he was upset because you were the only person he trusted there with him in those intimate moments- he knew that you were more than just his colleague, but he realized now that you were more than his friend.

Recently it became more obvious, the burning in his chest he felt when others became a little too comfortable with you- he attempted to mask it with just wanting to protect you, but he knew you could handle yourself. He was protective over you so he wouldn’t lose you.

Just when you opened your mouth to speak again, he cupped your face in his hands. He watched as your eyes widened, but didn’t make any move to stop him. When he caught your eyes trailing from his eyes to his lips, he pulled you towards him, meeting your lips in the middle.

Maybe it was because he hadn’t kissed anyone in eighty years, but he had never felt the way he had in that moment before. He was so utterly consumed in you- the feeling of your hands reaching for his jacket, tugging him closer as you deepened the kiss, your soft lips against his, your warm breath against his face- he was lost in it.

When you finally pulled away, he didn’t want to let go, but leaned back anyway, staring at his world- you- that he now held in his hands.

“Buck...”

“I think I like you more than a friend.” He confessed.

You couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face at his words. You had always cared for Bucky as more than just your former fellow Avenger, but knowing that he felt the same as you was something you could hardly believe.

“I think I do too.” You laughed, then recalled what you had come in there for in the first place. “James, were you... were you jealous?”

Thinking back over the past week the two of you had spent together on the mission, he could almost laugh at the question you had just asked.

“You’re joking, right?” He chuckled. “Yeah. You could say I was a little bit jealous.”

[sad-brunnettee]

Mind reader

Law x reader

Summary: After reader gets injured during a battle, Law finds out her secret.

Word count: 1,189

Warning: mention of injury and parental abuse

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There are many things that people don't know about Trafalgar Law. The one thing he won't let anyone know, is that he has his own little theme song. He sings it in his head during a battle, it makes him feel powerful.  

Then you came along with your own secrets. Being a mind reader had its perks especially when you had to fight someone. Sure it wasn't a clean fight but it has saved your ass countless times. Yet you've never told anyone, in fear of what they will do to you. Hold you against your will to help them or even send you to the world government. It's not that you don't trust your crew with your secret but you were afraid of what their reaction might be. 

It did take you some time to get used to controlling your powers. There were times that penguin or Shachi would have dirty thoughts that left you flustered. Only being able to mumble how stuffy the submarine can get and leave. 

Yet you subconsciously will listen to your crew's thoughts from time to time. The one that surprised you the most was Law's.

Even though he appeared to be serious all the time you never expected him to have such a great singing voice. 

The song was really catchy, you just couldn't help but check in from time to time and hope to hear the full song. 

Then one day, you more of it. It was during a fight with the marines that he sang it as he fought. It was like a trance, you couldn't help but focus on him rather than on the fight in front of you. 

It was then that a marine snuck behind you and gave you a good hit, luckily for you the battle was over after a few minutes. The cut to your back wasn't too deep but meeting Law's stern look on his face made you think otherwise. The walk back to the polar tang was quiet and awkward, nobody knew why but they just felt some tension coming from Law. It could be due to your injury, sure everyone gets hurt during battles but this has never happened to you. 

Without waiting for any instructions from Law, you walked straight to the infirmary. Sitting down on the bed you could hear Law giving out orders. As he walked inside, you both made eye contact but he quickly grabbed what he needed in order to disinfect your injury. 

Idiot, what had you so distracted 

Looking up to him it took you a moment to realize that he hasn't said anything. As he caught your stare you sheepishly smiled at what he huffed and went back to taking care of you. 

"No apology this time y/n-ya?" He spoke as his movements continued. Once again looking up you saw him already looking at you. Ok, so now he did say it out loud. 

"No, you always lecture me when I do." You couldn't keep on staring at him any longer, instead you looked over at the papers adorning the walls. 

"All done, stay here. I need to fill out some paperwork regarding your injury. I'll then check to see if you have more."

With a mere nod of your head he went and sat on his chair. A few minutes must've passed when you started humming a song. One that made Law's face turn red without you noticing. 

"Ho-how does she know about the song? Have I sung it out loud? "

Your face must match his as well, you didn't realize that it was his song that you were humming. Clearing your throat you tried to change the subject. 

"So how far are you with that report?" To which he spoke at the same time "where did you hear that song from?" 

It was as if time had slowed down and you could hear your heart beating so loud you were sure he could hear it too. 

Stammering you tried to come up with a lie, but the more you stare at his eyes you couldn't form a sentence. Getting up from his chair he was now standing in front of you. 

"You can't read minds, can you y/n-ya?" He spoke with a stern voice and a look on his face that could easily kill you. As soon as those words left his mouth your face paled and you couldn't help but wonder what he was going to do to you. 

"Well?" It was obvious due to your silence that he was right but that bastard wanted to hear it coming from you. 

"I can, I'm sorry I never told you and I'm sorry I listened to your thoughts..." 

You just kept on rambling on and on but he couldn't focus on what you were saying. His own thoughts make him wonder what other things you've heard. Raising a hand to halt your rambling he spoke. 

"I'm not mad just….embarrassed but this is a great power. Why did you never tell me about it?" 

You felt some sort of relief, knowing that he won't do anything bad to you. Although now he was asking about your past, something that you hoped to keep to yourself. 

"I'm sure you remember how beat up I was when you found me. I never told you what happened, scared that I would go through it all over again. My mom was the cause of my injuries. For so many years. She claimed that I was crazy for hearing voices, sometimes I would say her thoughts out loud. After many doctor visits they all said the same. There was no cure and it could be possible that I was demented. She thought that by beating me I would be cured." You chuckled nervously before continuing. "Each time I tried to escape she would bring me back and claim that I'd never make it far. Once anyone found out they'd kill me." 

This was a lot for Law to take in, in some way he knew what you sent through. As he was also treated like a freak and no doctor was able to help him. 

"I'm sorry you went through that y/n-ya, I. I'm really glad you trusted me enough with this, just know that I would never mistreat a crewmate." He spoke with so much sincerity that you found so much comfort in him. 

"Go and get some food, everyone must be at the table eating by now." Going back to his chair he continued filling out his paperwork. 

"Thank you Law." You offered him a smile in which he returned a small one. You thought that it was better than his usual smirk.

"Oh and Law?" You spoke before you were out of the door. 

"Hm?" Was his only response, yet he didn't look up to face you. Continuing to scribble something. 

"I would love to hear the rest of your song sonstime" giggling you left quickly before he could say anything.  

Luckily for him you missed his bright red face and wide eyes. Which made him look like a deer caught in headlights.