#2024 day 13 reputation

[berryshiara]

N7 Month Day 13 Reputation (Little Fen)

Sometimes the imagination works against us. ;) A dad driving home the importance of someone NOT dating her daughter. Or rather, watching them figure that out mostly on their own and then cashing in on it. These are back stories for my Ardat-Yakshi Foínix Enjoy~

@n7month

[sqidermanzzz13]

girlhood is going into 2024 listening to taylor swift🫶

happy new year from canada (it’s 1:08am)

[konigsblog]

OCTOBER 13TH — PERVERT!GAZ. How can he not take advantage of you like this, under the influence and giggling blissfully? He'll take care of you, Dove.

2024 KINKTOBER MASTERLIST. (DAY 13)

(DUB-CON, INTOXICATION)

Your Captain had assigned Gaz to be your trainer. You were fresh in the military, a completely new line of work for you. You were inexperienced and naive, too trusting of your Sergeant to notice how sinful and depraved he truly was behind the façade of an authoritative, calm, and gentle man.

After a successful mission, you found yourself drunkenly clinging to Kyle, giggling blissfully as he attempted to hold you upright, dragging you into his barracks with a large gloved hand cupped over your mouth to silence your laughter and hilarity, gently dragging you into his bedsheets with a thick finger pressed over your lips, reassuring you that you'd be safe with him.

He was sly, unsuspecting, convincing you with his playful and flirtatious remarks to follow him, an arm wrapped tightly around your figure. You didn't question his strange, odd, pushy behaviour. Not once. Too intoxicated and light-headed to defend yourself from his grimey, gross touch as he attempted to grope you. Gaz's hands wandered your form while you mumbled out incoherent and unclear words, struggling to string a sentence together through the wetness in your cotton underwear. He pushed and prodded at your tight and slick hole once having you all alone, isolated and exactly where he wanted you, a greedy and selfish grin curling the sides of his lips. “Relax, Dove. Don't you trust me? C’mon...”

You struggled to stay conscious through the intense effects, only occasionally awakening through the agony and disgust forcing you awake. You squirmed helplessly through intoxication, babbling out confused and bamboozled pleas for him to stop with his selfish, cruel assault as he worked his way deeper within you. His touch was grubby, his soft lips wandering your form.

With such an enjoyable personality and a quiet, but hardworking attitude, nobody would believe you. You'd be painted as a liar, determined to ruin and tear down his reputation.

[goldfades]

⋆˚✿˖° 𐙚 ₊ ⊹ ♡ ᥫ᭡ TWELVE DAYS OF CHRISTMAS!

STARTING DECEMBER 13, 2024 TIL DECEMBER 25TH !!

⎯ hello, everyone! welcome to my celly! in celebration of christmas, i'll be doing a 12 days of christmas blurb fest featuring some of my favorite fandoms! each day will bring a festive theme, cozy vibes, and a touch of romance.

⎯ i will also be doing an ask segment, where you'll be able to send me an emoji, an idea (from my list, or your own) + a prompt!

AND the holidays approach, it’s important to remember those who are facing hardships, such as the people of palestine. in times of crisis, solidarity matters more than ever. you can support palestinian communities by donating to reputable organizations providing aid, such as food, medical supplies, and shelter.

amplifying their voices on social media, supporting palestinian-owned businesses, and educating others about the situation can make a big impact. every action, big or small, helps create a ripple effect of hope. let’s spread compassion and stand together for justice, especially during this season of giving!

here are some links that can help, thank you for reading and helping palestine!!

help palestine with a click | heal palestine | unrwa | resources for palestine

⋆˚✿˖° 𐙚 𝐀𝐒𝐊 𝐒𝐄𝐆𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 ; send me a 🎀 for a blurb !!

prompt lists you can choose from! happy little holiday scenarios for your otp , a collection of various settings for drabbles or prompts, or both! , christmas prompts

⋆˚✿˖° 𐙚 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐑𝐁 𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐓 ; 12 blurbs for the 12 days of christmas!

12/13/24 ➜ DAY ONE ft. matt rempe | SLIPPING INTO YOU Matt drags you to the local ice rink. Matt is a natural skater, while you can barely stand without falling. Cue laughter, clumsy hand-holding, and lingering touches as they help each other stay upright (though, that doesn't do much)

12/14/24 ➜ DAY TWO ft. rafe cameron | UNDER THE MISTLETOE At a posh Tannyhill Christmas party, you get caught under the mistletoe with none other than Rafe Cameron. Friends egg you on, but what starts as a joking kiss turns into something much deeper.

12/15/24 ➜ DAY THREE ft. jack hughes | CLASSIC ONE-BED TROPE A planned weekend getaway turns into an extended stay when a blizzard traps you and their your long-time crush, Jack in a cozy cabin. With only one bed and a fireplace for warmth, your unspoken feelings finally come to light.

12/16/24 ➜ DAY FOUR ft. quinn hughes | TANGLED UP IN YOU You and Quinn team up for a late-night gift-wrapping session. Between ripped paper, forgotten tape, and silly arguments about the “right” way to wrap, your laughter turns into a moment of quiet intimacy.

12/17/24 ➜ DAY FIVE ft. paige bueckers | HOME FOR CHRISTMAS You join Paige in Minnesota for her family’s Christmas celebration. From sledding on frozen lakes to drinking her favorite hot cocoa, you see the side of Paige that only comes out at home, and it feels like she’s letting you into her world

12/18/24 ➜ DAY SIX ft. jude bellingham | SANTA'S FAVORITE FORWARD After his last game before the holiday break, Jude finds you in the stands wearing his jersey and a Santa hat. He runs to you and lifts you into a hug, promising he’s all yours for Christmas. Insisting on cooking Christmas dinner for you (despite his lack of experience), the kitchen turns into chaos, but his determination to impress you makes it the best meal you’ve ever had.

12/19/24 ➜ DAY SEVEN ft. luke hughes | CHRISTMAS TREE FARM You and Luke visit a Christmas tree farm to pick out the perfect tree. Between wandering through rows of evergreens and Luke lifting you to reach the top branch, your chemistry becomes undeniable.

12/20/24 ➜ DAY EIGHT ft. jack hughes | SWEET LIKE YOU You and your boyfriend, Jack have a cookie-decorating contest against his friends and their partners. The guys get way too competitive, but your boyfriend insists your messy cookies are “art.”

12/21/24 ➜ DAY NINE ft. joe burrow | WHERE THE HEART IS The reader invites Joe to their hometown for Christmas. Amid festive parades, ice skating, and meeting the family, sparks fly, and the love interest realizes what “home” truly means.

12/22/24 ➜ DAY TEN ft. nico hischier | HOME ICE ADVANTAGE During a Christmas trip to Nico's hometown, his family challenges you to a backyard hockey game. He’s torn between showing off his skills and helping you win against his competitive siblings.

12/23/24 ➜ DAY ELEVEN ft. auston matthews | UNDER THE CHRISTMAS LIGHTS Auston hides an engagement ring in an ornament, and while you’re decorating the tree, he gets down on one knee.

12/24/24 ➜ DAY TWELVE ft. paige bueckers | BEST SECRET OF ALL Paige loves outdoing everyone, and when it’s time for the team’s Secret Santa exchange, her overly thoughtful gift for you makes it clear she’s paying extra attention. You scramble to figure out how to match her energy.

★ merry christmas to my babies!!! i hope everyone enjoys, and cheers to a new year, and many more together 🫶🏼

© goldfades 2023

all materials posted are MINE!!!, i do not give permission for my writing to be posted on ANY other website without my consent. i will report your ass.

[dawnoftime22]

I love you.

| W.M -> N.R

Undeserving of a Love Like Yours, Chapter 12

Chapter Warnings: None, I don't think

Summary: The day you chose a path for yourself was the day she also made her very own choice, and the weight of the world was lifted without any more time wasted.

Series Summary: When you're stuck in a complete hole of confusion and hurt with the one you thought you loved most, a certain redhead finds her way into your life.

Word Count: 3.6k

Category: Hurt/Comfort(?), Fluff, Fluff, and FLUFF!! oh, did I say...? Fluff.

A/N: idk if the beginning is lame? but I really hope it isn't - In compensation of all the angst and finally, to put an end to this series, I give you, the last chapter. It's been an incredibly fun adventure :] this might be the most tender chapter (or fic) I've written yet. I hope all of you enjoyed it as much as I have and I'm really really happy at the amount of support I see some of you give me. ily ily all<3 I'm back in my groove HEHEH!!!

P.S: this is better with reputation on or the series playlist. ;] (specifically starting at fortnight or anywhere at the bottom)

Series Playlist

| Started on 31/03/2024, 8:16 AM |

| Finished on 13/05/2024, 4:15 PM |

Masterlist | Series Masterlist | N.R Masterlist

<- Chapter 11

"I'll end the torture I put on myself...and the one you put on yourself, because no one ever deserves such a thing but love."

(I will never not love that picture of her<3)

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The rain earlier sheened the streets with gleams of reflections. The lampposts glowed in a warm orange. It was cold, but in the most cozy way. At least, if you were under a blanket. Right now, your body was shivering and your hands might soon go numb if you stayed outside any longer.

Windows of shops were bright with light, bars were dim with crowds of people, and a creak of a door from an old aged store thats always been there, ever since you first visited Kate.

There was a group of people, laughing heartily from a joke as you walked by. They seemed kind. On the other side of the street was two people, a couple perhaps, smiling gently as they shared a small cake, enjoying theirselves. Another, was walking hand in hand.

You sighed, keeping your hands in the pockets of your jacket in the meanwhile. At least it was some type of warmth. It may not be another hand, but your jacket was your friend.

The apartment ridded your bodily shivers, but your fingers were definitely entirely numb and redder than usual as you closed the door. Meanwhile, golden fur brushed against your legs and just barely appeared in your vision below you.

Leaning down, you smiled softly, scratching Lucky behind his ears before kicking your shoes off and moving to sit on the couch. Or rather, slightly fall atop it. You closed your face with both your hands. All this silence, pining and desperately waiting was driving you crazy.

Lucky had laid down next to you, looking at you adorably with his one eye. Your body was lazily laid down, but you shifted to hug his cuddly figure, him instantly snuggling into the embrace.

You stayed like that for a while, and he didn't move at all until you pulled away, sliding your phone out from your pockets. The time showed on the front screen, with a wallpaper of you and Nat at the aquarium.

The urge you had to change it to something else. But you couldn't-- it was too precious. You sat up, then moved to stand, finding your contacts app.

Yes, you might also throw up soon if you stared at your contacts any more than you already have the past few months, but this was something that had to be done.

The room was quiet as you paced the floor, your feet padding against the wood quietly. A notification came in that had you flickering your eyes to your phone again, but it was just an indication of Kate adding to her Instagram story.

Checking, it was just a video of her showing off her archery skills and having fun with her friends from class. Well, while she was out having fun, you were dying with a decision you had to make.

...You shouldn't think like that. In fact, you were happy she was much happier than how you felt. Ah, who are you kidding? You shouldn't even think about it at all. Your screen went back to your list of contact names.

The one at the bottom you've been dreading to even lay your eyes upon appears into view. You didn't text or call her. Instead, you went into the detail view.

A button with red text held itself in place. Red was danger. Sure. It meant it was a risk and it needed you to go through a confirmation step first. But for you it was the opposite.

Block this contact?

Are you sure?

Finally after a moment of hesitation, you tap on 'Yes', and the name disappears. You had stopped your pacing long ago and now you stood in the middle of the living room, contemplating the option you chose. Just like that.

You had made your decision. It was time to let go a while ago. But something held you back. At least until the redhead came along, gently making herself at home within your heart.

Lucky stared at you as your shoulders went down, and you couldn't tell if it was in despair or relief. Maybe both. Asking her the question that shouldn't have been asked.

You shouldn't have done such a thing. You had messed up. A whole lot. Now you had nothing but yourself. Why did you even dare to?-- because you wouldn't want to get yourself stuck in something you feared would take yet another year's time to heal from.

Realisations after realisations were overcoming your head like a crow cawing at you to snap back into reality. Maybe a walk by yourself without interruptions did the trick after all.

You shook your head, going back to the couch, taking a seat that you definitely needed with everything happening. She's all thats been filling up your memories lately. So much, to the point that her hand prints were all over your soul.

You should call her up, but what if she hates you now? Considering the disappointment you've gotten before on a phone call, you had doubt poisoning all over your veins.

A sigh left your mouth for the hundreth time and you put your phone on the couch, setting it aside. You needed time, and she probably did too. Plus, if you continued any more, having just gotten over a single step of blocking a contact, you might as well faint if you even look at your messages with Nat.

Lucky rested his head on your leg, looking up at you knowingly as he felt your tiredness. Your hand settles on his fur, going through it gently.

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Nat was staring at her phone as she walked outside, her teeth sunk into her lower lip. She's been pacing in front of her apartment, having just finished drinking some hot coffee at a nearby shop. She thought it would calm her, especially with the rain earlier and the cold night air.

But, it only made her energized, her mind going more aware. As coffee is supposed to do. Really, she should have just gotten tea or a hot chocolate and maybe she would have been fine.

She's been looking at your text messages, ones thats been sent days ago now. Neither of you had talked in so long. Or at least to her, it felt like centuries, ages. She hoped desperately to magically see a text appear from you of saying something, or perhaps that you'll appear at her apartment.

But there was nothing. It was a fault of two sides, neither was really in the wrong, but if neither said anything, it'll simply slowly die.

She felt your distance, and she knew your mind was possibly getting just as loud as hers was. She had to do something, and fast, or the negative possibilities of whatever could happen would become reality.

Her legs started walking continuously forward rather than pacing, deciding to go towards the apartment you were at. She stored her phone in her pocket, determined to get to you rather than let it sit any longer.

She could never possibly hate you. She wouldn't even if she could. The moon and stars had disappeared, the clouds having covered it up. She didn't need their company, anyway. But the rain did come along to be her company.

Great. It was heavy, and people outside retreated to nearby shops and restaurant. She didn't follow them. Thank god for her jacket, but it was still all the more freezing cold.

Her walking slowly speeds up. Then, the splashing of boots running across the sidewalk sounded out through the streets.

Red car lights were in the reflections of the road, blurred from the rain water. A horn sounded out somewhere, probably for a stubborn person looking at their phone as they sat at a stop light. But she couldn't bother to see what it was at all.

The redhead, getting hit by the rain from every angle as she pants, almost out of breath from all the steps she's taken. If the sole of her feet wasn't firm on the concrete, she probably would have slipped.

But, she gets closer with obstacles and needing to find her way through people before she soon arrives. She takes a couple deep breaths after breathing through gasps, her lungs absolutely getting a work-out from the running.

Nat swallows down the burn in her throat, slowly recollecting herself and standing up straighter. When she looks up at the windows of the apartment, the lights are on.

It means you're here.

You're home.

Nat walks close to the door, a little calmer now and her hand goes up hesitantly.

She knocks on the door, but an answer awaits for far too long. Too many seconds.

She looks at the doorbell button.

She presses it.

A ringing that goes through the house can be faintly heard, before some gentle footsteps grow louder, nearing towards the front door.

It opens, and she sees you.

You were blown away by the sight in front of you. Almost quite literally from how windy it was outside, too. Nat, drenched in the rain, and out of breath as if she ran all the way here, because she did. You were definitely going to faint now from the sudden appearance.

Yet, at the realization of the sight in front of you, the two of you having just stared at each other, your face instantly fills with worry and concern. "Gosh, Nat, what are you--"

"I love you!" she blurted out, cutting you off in your sentence. Her voice was determined as she stared at you in such a vulnerable way, her eyes wandering your face to see your emotions.

You stood there, as she kept getting drenched from the rain. She thought she lost it all because you had shock visible in your eyes. Maybe it was a mistake. Maybe she shouldn't have-- But your gaze softened, and you stepped back slightly to let her in.

She steps in, a confused and curious expression on her face at your silence, but she lets you close the door before watching you turn around.

You went closer, your hands going to cup her cheeks as you leaned in until your lips softly touched. She had met you halfway, her own hands instinctively landing on your hips. Finally.

You could feel the cold rain on her lips before you pulled away slowly, but resting your forehead against hers, her breath warm against your skin.

"I love you, too," you whispered, but from how close you were to her, you didn't need to be any louder. Her heart had skipped a beat, and her lips raised up, absolutely in joy of your reply.

"We've switched roles...except you got the worse part," you let out a chuckle, tugging on the soaked jacket she was wearing that did nothing to protect her from the cold, until your eyes landed on her soft forest green eyes.

She gave you a soft smile, but her body shivered. Her boots were practically filled up with water, and the water dripped to the floor, but you didn't mind.

"Let's get you dried up," you said, going off to your bedroom to grab some towels for her. "Um--" She stood there for a moment, wondering if she should follow you or not.

"You can use my bathroom, come on." You urged her as you draped a towel over heer shoulders and went behind her to gently push her forward.

Her cheeks blush a pink tint, but she walks forward, going into your bedroom. As you were grabbing her some clothes, she took off her jacket, and pulled out her phone.

"Oh--" she pulled out the cassette player she brought from her apartment, pulling it out from her bag and placing it on your bed gently. Thankfully, it was dry and didn't get hit by the rain.

"I...fixed this up. It wasn't the belt. I mean, I replaced it anyway, but some parts had dirt covering them," she said, looking up to you as you walked back to her with a shirt and sweatpants in hand. You raised your eyebrows, intrigued at how she did it herself when you forgot.

It looked like it was brand new, shining brightly with the dim light with you inspecting it. You then went to grab a cassette tape from your shelves and your headphones to plug in, then you test it.

She had unfolded the t-shirt you got in the meanwhile, keeping herself occupied instead of just watching you. She held it up to her frame, seeing that it was just about the same size as hers.

You smiled softly, listening to the music and looking at her. "This sounds...amazing. You did good work in this." At that, her face lit up, and her smile reflected yours.

"Thank you," she said gently, putting the t-shirt back on the bed to wear later, her hands settling on the towel on her shoulder that kept her warm, even if its just a little.

"Now go, take a warm shower before you freeze to death or something." You gestured to the bathroom door, and she quietly giggled as she turned around, going off to shower.

Your gaze was adoring as you watched her go, then you went back to looking at the cassette player, shaking your head at the incredible handiwork she had.

Then, noticing the curtains of the apartment were still open while outside it was nighttime, you decide to go forward and close them, putting the cassette player down with your headphones. Of course, making sure you paused it rather than letting the music playing on its own.

Once done with the bedroom curtains, you gently shut the door on your way out to the living room, letting Nat have her privacy as you close the rest of the curtains.

One view of the windows though, had caught your attention. It was the larger window Kate had in her apartment, so it showed a perfect view of the sky and the city.

The night was starry now, the rain having settled down and the clouds dissipating. As you stood there admiring the moon and trying to figure out which white dot was a star and which one was a planet, Nat had come out the bedroom, wearing the clothes you gave her.

She stands beside you, gazing up and following the direction of your eyes. Nearly all the planets were shining in the sky, surprisingly enough.

Her hand gently intertwined with yours and her eyes fall back to you, a soft smile gracing her lips. Feeling the warmth of her hand had you turning to look at her, heat rising to your cheeks.

"Ты галактика (Ty galaktika)," she whispered, her free hand going up to gently cup your cheek, her love genuine in her eyes. You smiled softly, your heart jumping in joy.

"Does that mean galaxy?" You guessed gently and curiously, finally getting the chance to ask of one of her sentences you couldn't recognize.

She nodded gently, and then realized you still didn't know the full meaning. "It means you're the galaxy." She whispered, making your eyes widen and your lips part in surprise at the deep meaning, having thought it only meant one word.

You breathed out a chuckle before leaning in to gently capture her lips in a tender kiss, as if it was on instinct, a habit you had already developed naturally, when you haven't kissed each other ever since the first, or even seen each other in days.

But oh, you were depths upon depths in love with her. She returned the kiss, pouring her heart and soul into it, and your bodies fit each other like puzzle pieces.

Considering you were slowly moving towards your bedroom, you reached to the living room lamp when you were close enough, turning it off, knowing you wouldn't be going back into the room and Kate wasn't going to be home until tomorrow. Something about staying at her mom's? You didn't know, but you couldn't be bothered when your fingers entangled in red hair.

When the darkness grew, so did your passion. After a while though, you parted, pausing for a moment with your forehead rested against hers. You breathed in through the space between the two of you, your breaths colliding on skin and mixing.

"Does this make us..." You start in a whisper, but trail off, hesitant to say the word. The corners of her lips tug up in the meanwhile. It was time, and she was ready to jump into it with you.

"Lovers?" She suggests slowly, feeling your hand on her chest that rose and fell with her shallow breathing. You nod to her question, confirming that was what you wanted to say.

"Yes." She breathed out before her lips leaned in and continued to meet yours softly, her hand traveling from your waist up to your back. For the moment, the world only held the two of you.

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You now laid against Nat comfortably on the bed, sitting in the dim lighting as the crickets quietly chirped in the background. You nuzzled into her neck for a moment as you wrapped your arms around her shoulders.

She gently rubbed her hand up and down your back, resting her cheek gently against the side of your head. You then turn your face out from the crook of her neck, looking up at the redhead.

Natasha smiled softly, her eyes meeting yours as she gazed into your loving eyes. She couldn't help but feel a sense of peace and happiness wash over her with someone, for the first time.

You shifted yourself by firmly gripping her shoulders and pushed yourself up, your legs on the sides of her hips as your hands went to cup both her cheeks.

"You're so pretty." You whisper softly, your thumb gently rubbing her soft skin as she stared at you, her smile growing wider.

"And you're..." She wanted to return the compliment, but paused, unable to find one that was completely perfect for you, because you were simply too gorgeous.

"ты красивая (ty krasivaya)," she then said, and you raise your eyebrows, but your heart was still beating with love for her, knowing it definitely meant something that was going to make you fall for her further.

"...What does that mean?" You asked, tilting your head in curiosity. She giggled softly, noticing that you looked like Liho whenever she got curious.

"It means you're beautiful, моя любовь (moya lyubov)." She leaned in closer, keeping her eyes on yours. You loved how smoothly it comes from her lips.

"And that?" you ask. Even though you could guess, you wanted to make sure, and to hear her translate it into English for you only made you fall deeper for her.

She blushes slightly, but replies nonetheless. "My love," she whispers, shaking her head. She nuzzles her nose against yours when she leaned in closer, making you giggle softly.

"I love you," you said under your breath, feeling her hair gently tickle your fingers as you still had your hand cupped on her cheeks.

"I love you, too," she replies, going in for yet another kiss. You moved your hands down, wrapping around her neck once more.

Your heart was soft and your shoulders held little to no weight at all on them as you lay in this moment with her. It was as if nothing could lay a finger on either of you. You then pull back slightly, staring into her eyes.

"You know, your eyes are so green," you whispered softly, even though you've stared into them a thousand times. She blushes, but smiles.

"I can listen to your compliments all night if thats what you want," she commented, her voice raspy yet gentle. Her hand had gone under your shirt gently to trace gentle patterns on the skin of your back.

"I would very much love that," you said through another giggle, leaning ever so closer to her. You placed your hand on her chest, her heartbeat thumping against your palm as you settle beside her.

Nat pulls the covers up gently up the two of you, making sure you were warm and comfortable. Every touch of her hands held care and gentleness, making your heart swell.

She trails her hand off to your cheek, gently placing it on there. Your eyes flicker down to it, and you lean into her touch, smiling. She rubs her thumb in a slow back and forth motion.

Your eyelids slowly fell to a close, the gentle motion soothing you to sleep. The broken pieces of your shattered heart had been picked up, and she was careful enough to put it all back together.

end of chapter 12, and the end of this series. <3

Series Masterlist <- Chapter 11

In decision you'll hone, but you too shall run from the option you were given. Then find acceptance and it will be forsaken.

"All the things I didn't do for the sake of my mind." - R.

"All the things I shouldn't have done, but did anyway." - N.R

"...Everything I should have done." - W.M

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[spade-riddles]

Who else decodes you? Me. Let's decode Karlie's latest posts...

This is the second time in a row now that Karlie has posted on her story just a couple hours after Taylor made a tour stop post.

I've been doing math lately between important gaps, and so when I saw the first thing she posted was a vending machine with "Route 66" on it I knew exactly what the reference was already.

Taylor's entire NOLA stop post focuses on her collab with Sabrina which was on Oct 26th 2024.

Karlie's first story post is directly in response. Because exactly 6 weeks and 6 days after Oct 26th is... you guessed it. 12/13/24. Taylor's birthday. The alleged coming out. Done through Reputation TV via the KARma the album vault tracks. Double 6 albums. Twin albums.

"Karma is the fire" (quote from KARma the song)

"The Reputation vault tracks will be FIRE" (quote from taylor)

And it is important to note that in Taylor's post for NOLA she used "flare" instead of flair. Flare as in a sudden burst of flame that is used to send a signal and draw attention. Taylor does not make spelling mistakes. The 11th slide she included, when Karma is track 11, shows orange flames burning behind her as she is in her full 1989 yellow/light orange toned outfit head to toe twinning with the flames. Engulfed. Burning so bright.

But this wasn't the only bread crumb trail she left. She redirected us to Derek Blasberg's insta page. Where he posted something very suspicious... and very current to what's been going on lately.

On October 18th, Karlie's stunt "wedding anniversary" date, and the first day that the Eras Tour returned in Miami Florida, Derek posted:

"Some people call it fall, some people call it autumn, and some people call it black velvet tuxedo jacket weather 🖤"

So call it what you want Derek?

To highlight the significance, Taylor played call it what you want exactly 1 week later. And going anon posted the emoji message that decodes to call it what you want, the day Taylor played it. I am unsure of the time going anon posted this, whether it was before or after Taylor played the surprise song, so feel free to clarify Spade.

Call it what you want was also played the day right before Oct 26th 2024 when Sabrina joined Taylor on stage. None of these things are coincidental or happenstance. They are all telling the same story if you look closer than what meets the eye.

For instance..... how playing Espresso was not just a surprise song. No, that was not it's purpose. Rather, it was a plan in advance coming full circle that's been in motion since the Karma MV released. Not everything is what it seems on the surface. Shift your perspective. Look to the constellations. The truth is Karmic.

I will explain soon if it is in your wishes for me to do so, but that will need a post of its own. For now, I will leave you with this.

"I had some dreams, they were clouds in my coffee" - Carly Simon ☕ ☕

[darkeagleruins]

From David Thomsen:

An Open Letter to Leftists: On July 13, 2024 things CHANGED. For too long you have mistaken our TOLERANCE for weakness and it emboldened you. That TIME has come to an END. Things are going to happen FAST now and you will find yourself wondering HOW you got here. So, here’s how.

You called us RACISTS while we were standing together as WHITE, BLACK, & BROWN Americans. You overwhelmed us with images of races unable to COEXIST. Then came DEI, reparations, & constant ATTACKS for even the smallest perceived slight. You needed us DIVIDED, which was the GOAL.

We supported GAY marriage and didn’t notice the TQIA’s at first. Then you went after OUR KIDS, openly flaunted your sexuality, & made PRONOUNS a weapon. You had men competing in WOMEN’s sports and invading their private spaces. And again you demonized those that DARE push back.

We got behind “ME TOO��, not knowing the intent. The slightest accusation became grounds for MOB RULE. You cancelled and shamed. You made being a MAN the problem. Toxic MASCULINITY was the phrase of the day. So we watched you TEACH AND RAISE a generation of SOFT, feckless boys.

WE’RE ALL immigrants and our ancestors did it RIGHT. They learned English, got JOBS, and assimilated into the culture in order to be a part of this GREAT NATION. Then you allowed an INVASION, gave them handouts, and let them do as they LIKE. Hell, you even wanted them to VOTE.

You changed the NAMES of mountains, and buildings, and teams to ERASE our history. You took the pledge out of schools, knelt during the anthem, and burned our FLAG!! And did it while proudly displaying those of OTHER countries and movements. You made PATRIOT a dirty word.

You took away our VOICE. Media STOPPED even talking about OUR side. You PREACHED to us during our shows, on the NEWS and in the theatres. VIRTUE SIGNALING at every turn. And you LIED. Telling us not to BELIEVE what we were seeing with our own EYES. We felt isolated, even CRAZY.

Then HE came along. He was brash, RAW, but grew on US. He wanted to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN. He spoke to the helplessness we FELT. You said RUSSIA was his handler. You attacked his CHARACTER, his family. And yet, HE WON. You didn’t let us CELEBRATE though. You said he CHEATED.

So you took to the STREETS. You PROTESTED, and BURNT, and THREATENED, and ATTACKED. Our fascist response was to remain SILENT. We heard every single day that, ORANGE MAN bad. The economy was STRONG, the world was SAFE, and the WALL was going up. You couldn’t let that STAND.

Then came your VIRUS. You locked us in OUR HOMES, hurt our businesses, stole moments from our CHILDREN they won’t ever get back. Keeping us separated became LAW. You killed our ELDERLY and VULNERABLE. Then you FORCED us to inject a CURE. If we refused, you SHAMED and fired us.

You LIED some more. A lot more. You covered up LAPTOPS, mobilized your ARMY of celebs, and smeared the man’s RECORD and reputation. Worse yet, you CHEATED. At least you told us the BLUE WAVE was coming. We didn’t expect it to happen while we were SLEEPING. You STOLE an election.

The best of US finally stood & took to the STREETS. You provoked us and let us walk into that BUILDING. You killed a woman and PROSECUTED the rest. You locked us up. You CENSORED us. Made sure we couldn’t RISE. You weaponized LAW and laughed as YOU DID IT. You thought you’d WON.

We sat and watched you destroy our COUNTRY. You defunded our POLICE, allowing crime to run RAMPANT. You spent to the point we couldn’t AFFORD to live. You abandoned BASES, and EMBASSIES, and allies. You made us WEAK. Then OTHERS began to awake. So you became DESPERATE, more vile.

You convicted him of CRIMES he didn’t commit on CHARGES you didn’t define. You tried to take his FORTUNE. Your leaders called him a THREAT and a fascist. You called him HITLER. And you DEMONIZED EACH AND EVERY ONE OF US. We lost friends and FAMILY. MSM spent everyday on our EVIL.

Then SHOTS rang out. YOU NEARLY KILLED HIM. But the man ROSE. He lifted his FIST in the air and told us to FIGHT, FIGHT, FIGHT. This selfish, HATEFUL, ugly man nearly gave all to save a COUNTRY he LOVES. And we’d been afraid to wear a RED HAT? Our eyes teared with ANGER, respect.

He withstood all you could MUSTER. And in doing so, he EMPOWERED us. And so now you see, the REAL men and REAL women are coming to take our COUNTRY back. We won’t be SILENCED, we can’t be STOPPED. You will watch as every ounce of POWER you once held is returned to the PEOPLE.

We will restore LAW AND ORDER and ILLEGALS will be shown the door. WE will retake our SCHOOLS, our cities, and our STATES. The minority will NO LONGER dictate to a once silent MAJORITY. We the PEOPLE of the United States of America LOVE this man and country. We will and are MAGA!

[pinkheart22]

2 possible release / announcements Taylor Swift Albums ??

Taylor Swift could possibly announce something at her shows in New Orleans. If she does her albums usually release 2 months and a few weeks later. eg. Speak Now TV announce 5/5 released 7/7 1989 TV Announce 8/9 released 10/27

Choosing the final date N3 of Oct 27 would be the same day 1989 TV released 1 year ago exact.

2 months and a few weeks later would take us to January. Reputation for New Years day... BUT also the Year of the Snake begins on January 29th 2025

If she announces something on Dec 13 her birthday (although im not sure??? maybe she'd announce something at last shows in Canada last dates being December 8

taking us to February. Still in the newly year of Snake (which is also Taylors Chinese Zodiac Sign)

February is also the 2ND Month. The Black nail was at a 2 on the Karma Cup. In Fortnight she sings "All my mornings are Mondays stuck in an endless February"

Mondays are 2nd day of the week and February 2nd month

Taylor is All about the 2's right now.

Annnnnd could be 2 album drop.

TODAY BEFORE THE NEW ORLEANS SHOW IS THE ANNIVERSARY OF HER DEBUT ALBUM RELEASE 18 YEARS AGO

posted oct 24 2024

[faerytalemagick]

𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑🪐JANUARY 2024 - ASTROLOGICAL EVENTS🌕

January 1

Venus in Sagittarius square Saturn in Pisces: A laid-back start to the year, focusing on relaxation and imagination rather than productivity.

January 1

Mercury goes direct in Sagittarius: Welcoming the new year positively, making resolutions and planning for a promising 2024.

January 4

Mars enters Capricorn: Renewed determination for New Year's resolutions, empowering ambitious pursuits for the next six weeks.

January 9

Sun in Capricorn trine Uranus in Taurus: Highly creative and productive energy to overcome obstacles and achieve goals.

January 11

New moon in Capricorn: A productive start to the year, ideal for initiating new projects and resolutions.

January 12

Mars in Capricorn trine Jupiter in Taurus: A fortunate period, encouraging bold moves in business and financial ventures.

January 12

Juno goes retrograde in Virgo: Reviewing relationships with a critical eye, seeking realism without expecting perfection.

January 13

Mercury enters Capricorn: Transitioning to a serious mindset, ideal for ambitious actions and goal-oriented plans.

January 15

Sun in Capricorn sextile Neptune in Pisces: A compassionate aspect, urging community involvement and volunteer work.

January 18

Mercury in Capricorn sextile Saturn in Pisces: A highly motivated day for work projects, networking, and physical exercise.

January 19

Venus in Sagittarius square Neptune in Pisces: Emotional sensitivity affecting social interactions, suggesting giving space to others.

January 19

Mercury in Capricorn trine Jupiter in Taurus: Optimism leading to positive career and financial news, planning for the future.

January 20

Sun in Capricorn conjunct Pluto in Capricorn: A powerful day for reflection, securing achievements, and setting new goals.

January 20

Sun enters Aquarius: Embracing innovation and communal thinking, marking an energetic, inventive period for the next four weeks.

January 20

Pluto enters Aquarius: Major shifts in technology, community dynamics, and worldview, signifying a significant transit for the decade.

January 23

Venus enters Capricorn: Emphasizing loyalty and shared ambitions in relationships over the next four weeks.

January 25

Full moon in Leo: A confidence boost, inviting glamour and drama, encouraging a vibrant start to the year.

January 26

Uranus goes direct in Taurus: Anticipating fundamental changes as Uranus propels forward, urging readiness for transformation.

January 26

Sun in Aquarius square Jupiter in Taurus: Balancing confidence and ego, cautioning against overconfidence that may lead to downfall.

January 27

Mercury in Capricorn conjunct Mars in Capricorn: A productive day for negotiations and reputation-building, leveraging charisma.

January 27

Venus in Capricorn sextile Saturn in Pisces: Fostering serious, enduring partnerships over fleeting encounters.

January 28

Mercury in Capricorn trine Uranus in Taurus: Positive career and financial news, encouraging problem-solving with determination.

January 28

Venus in Capricorn trine Jupiter in Taurus: Facilitating stable, supportive relationships, ideal for long-term commitments.

January 29

Mars in Capricorn trine Uranus in Taurus: Encouraging stepping out of comfort zones, seizing opportunities, and making impactful connections.

[cherripie32]

Trump x Biden

Warnings: PLS DONT TAKE THIS SRSLY I JUST WANTED TO HAVE SOME FUN.

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“July 13, 2024, coverage of the Trump assassination event”

sigh

Biden couldn’t help but exhale, his breath shaky as his lips are pursed in a line. He looked away from the news, wishing to calm his nerves. “I hope he’s okay. I really hope he’s okay.” His thoughts swirl in his head as he leaned against the wall, stopping his pacing through the waiting room. He couldn’t even sit down. He was too restless. Too worried.

Everyone convinced Biden that Trump was fine, the doctors, the police, even his family. But for some reason he couldn’t believe it. Couldn’t ignore the twisting feeling inside his stomach. It was making him insane. And he hated. He wanted- no. needed to see it for himself. See him for himself.

“You’re welcome to come in” a voice brought him out of his daze, the doctor gesturing him into the room. But Biden felt stiff, paralyzed even. Trump was his political enemy. Why was he so concerned about this anyway? Everyone convinced him he was fine, told him he didn’t need to do this. He knows he shouldn’t do this. They both have a reputation to uphold, everyone was watching them. They were watching their every move. I can’t afford to be doing this. He repeated those words over and over to make them stick, but here he stood, his heart clutching at the thought of losing him. He shouldn’t have been here, but here he was anyway.

“Thank you, doctor” Biden replied, mustering up the courage to step into the room. And there he was. Alive. Slightly injured, but alive.

Thank god.

“Joe.”

“Donald.”

Their names were all that they managed to utter. Perhaps because they never imagined they’d be here. Never imagined a moment together. Alone. How peaceful.

They were supposed to be enemies. They know that. So much. But how could they be when the thought of losing the other had their heart stopping? Losing each other would’ve been like losing everything.

And Biden couldn’t help but wince at the bandages wrapped around Trumps face.

“Have the authorities figured who done it?” biden muttered, his breath laced with hesitation and worry as he looked into trumps eyes. His hand was urging to brush against his face, a confirming comfort that he was alive. The doctor had left, it was just them two. They were finally alone weren’t they? He could show his concern, couldn’t he? But he couldn’t. Not now. Not in the situation they were in. Biden’s hand clenched to control the urge, and he just stood there, the heel of his shoes harsh on the marble floor.

“No. Not that I’ve known.” Trump replied, his breath tired. However, there was a slight smile on his face, one that Biden knew was a silent sign of gratitude. Gratitude that he of all people paid a visit. “Im..glad to see you, Joe.”

Bidens lower lip quivered. Fighting every inch of his being to keep his eyes from welling up. He was so relieved.

“So am I. Will you be able to join the political campaign next week then..?”

“I am. The doctor said I’m able to roam around freely in a day or so.” Trump replied, the usual tang in his voice returning.

“Then I’m guessing you’re up for a game of golf? I’d even carry your bags for you. As a polite curtesy.”

And Trump couldn’t help but feel the corners of his lips turn upwards

This was nice. Trump thought. Talking to him behind closed doors. Talking to him about something as normal as golf. No politics, no responsibilities. Just golf.

“I’d like that.”

HELPPP I MADE THIS ON MY NOTES APP AT 1AM I HAVE NO LIFEEEE

[longitudinalwaveme]

Twister---Fictober 2024

Day 13: “That’s Not the Point.” 

“My weather wand is not a weapon! It was intended for humanitarian aid, not as a toy for you to sell to private military contractors,” Clyde Mardon insisted. Lex Luthor, the billionaire whose company was funding the majority of his research, gave him an oily smile. 

“Dr. Mardon, when I agreed to fund your little experiment, it was on the basis that my company and I would profit from it—and I have decided that your climate controlling machine will be most profitable to Lexcorp if it is marketed as an international security measure. Humanitarian aid has its place, but it doesn’t bring in very much money,” he said. 

“Mr. Luthor, when you started funding me, we signed a contract that gave me the right to determine when and how my device would be marketed by your company on the condition that company was the only one which would profit off of it. I’m fulfilling my end of the contract. I haven’t taken funding from any other company, and no other company has been given any access to my prototype. You will make a fortune from my weather wand, but not by marketing it as a weapon,” Clyde said. Lex Luthor’s eyes narrowed. 

“Dr. Mardon, I don’t think you understand our relative positions. I have been pouring millions into your research. Nothing you have made would have been possible without my wealth. You, in effect, work for me. So if you know what’s good for you, you will sign off on my marketing plan for your invention and act like you never dreamed that the wand would be used for anything else,” Lex Luthor said coldly. 

“And if I exercise my legal right to not sign off on your plans?” 

“I will ruin your reputation so thoroughly that you will never be able to work in your field again.” 

“Threaten me all you like, Mr. Luthor. I refuse to sign off on a marketing plan that would see my weather wand be used as an instrument of destruction.” 

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Eleven months after his fateful meeting with Lex Luthor, Clyde Mardon’s life had been pretty thoroughly destroyed. LexCorp had stopped funding his research two days after he refused to sign off on Luthor’s advertising plan, and, thanks to the relentless smear campaign Lex Luthor had launched against him, not a single company or university had offered to fund him in LexCorp’s stead. This wasn’t problematic as far as the prototype of the weather wand was concerned, since he already had all the supplies he needed to complete it, but it was definitely problematic as far as marketing and selling it was concerned. He simply didn’t have the resources to produce such an expensive device en masse. 

What was more, since his funding had included an income for him as well as the resources for his research, when LexCorp had stopped funding him, it put him in need of finding a new job to pay the bills. This had seemed like it would be simple enough, but Lex Luthor had done such a good job of dragging his name through the mud that no one would hire him. Not laboratories, not universities, not even the high school in his home town—and they were desperate for a new science teacher.

 After about two months of being rejected for every post he applied for, one of his old college professors had called him and somewhat apologetically offered him a janitorial position in the college’s labs, saying that he personally knew that Clyde hadn’t done any of the things that he had been accused of but that he hadn’t been able to convince the rest of the college board of that fact. It had taken a lot of arguing just to convince the college to offer him a job at all. Clyde, who had by that point been living off his meager savings for five months and so barely had 500 dollars left in the bank, had accepted the job offer.

And when his parents had learned that their golden boy was keeping a roof over his head by washing bunsen burners and scrubbing lab floors, he suddenly wasn’t their golden boy anymore. His mamá had burst into tears and wailed about how disappointed she was in him, and his papá had called him a failure and told him not to call them again until he had something to show for all the money they had spent on putting him through college. Since 95% of Clyde’s college tuition had been covered by scholarships, and he had paid the remaining 5% himself, it wasn’t particularly clear what money his papá was talking about, but he hadn’t brought that fact up. Reasoning with his papá when he was angry was an exercise in futility. 

A few days later, Clyde had dropped by his parents’ house in the hope that his parents’ anger had blown over and that he would be able to patch things up with them. His papá had responded by telling him that a disgraced scientist wasn’t welcome on their property and then literally slamming the door in his face, and Clyde had been left with the knowledge that his parents, who had spent years living vicariously through his success, believed every lie Lex Luthor had told about him.

Ironically, the only member of his family who was still talking to him, and who had made it clear that he didn’t believe a word of Lex Luthor’s allegations, was the member of the family who had by far the most reason to want to believe the worst about him: his younger brother, Mark, who had grown up in his shadow and had been negatively compared to him by their parents more times than Clyde could count. 

He still believed he had been in the right to refuse to see his weather wand sold to the highest bidder as a weapon, but besides an unviolated conscience, what did he have? 

He had a younger brother who seemed to be perpetually in and out of jail, a dead-end job, and a prototype weather wand that he didn’t have the money to market or mass-produce. 

So much for his grand plans to save the world. 

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“You’re going to turn me in?”

“I have to turn you in. It’s for your own good, Mark. You finish your time for burglary and pay your debts. They might even forget about this if you voluntarily—”

“You’re the only one I could come to. Clyde, please. I can’t go back!” Clyde knew why his brother was so afraid. The last time he had been incarcerated, Mark had been beaten to within an inch of his life, and that had been in jail. Now that he was on his third burglary conviction, he had been sentenced to prison. Clyde couldn’t blame Mark for being terrified, but all the same, he couldn’t harbor a fugitive on the run—-not even if that fugitive was his younger brother. 

“Central City Police Department. Officer Chyre speakin’.” 

“I can’t!” In a panic, Mark reached for the prototype weather wand, which had been gathering dust on a table for the past few months, but Clyde was closer to it and managed to grab it first. It lit up with electricity, and suddenly a lightning bolt snaked down out of the sky and struck his little brother. 

“Marco! No!” Clyde exclaimed as he ran over to his brother. He hadn’t meant to hurt Mark! All he had wanted was to keep him from grabbing the wand! 

Clyde’s panic only increased when he realized that his brother had gone into cardiac arrest, and he desperately started trying to perform what little he remembered of CPR. 

It wasn’t enough. By the time the police showed up at the observatory, his brother was already dead. 

“What happened here?” one of the officers asked. Clyde could understand why. Not only was he holding his prototype weather wand and cradling his brother’s dead body, but the lightning bolt he had accidentally summoned had torn a hole through his roof. 

“I…I killed him. I killed my own brother,” he said weakly. 

“How? I don’t see any obvious signs of injury,” the officer asked. 

“With…with this,” Clyde replied. He waved the wand, and suddenly heavy rain started falling through the hole in the roof.

“What in the world is that thing?” 

“It’s a prototype climate control device. It can summon up basically any kind of weather you can think of—wind, snow, sleet, hail—-and lightning. I struck my own brother with lightning, and it sent him into cardiac arrest.” 

“Who are you? And who’s your brother?” 

“I…I’m Dr. Clyde Mardon. My younger brother is Mark Mardon. He jumped a train that was supposed to be taking him to state prison for burglary a few hours ago, and turned up here a few minutes before I called you. I told him that I had to turn him in, and he panicked and grabbed for the wand—but I beat him to it. I just wanted to keep it away from him, but I guess….I guess I must have activated it somehow, because it brought down a lightning bolt and...and it killed him. I didn’t want to hurt him. I just wanted to keep the wand away from him. He didn’t know what it was for. I never told him exactly what I was building and—and—and now he’s dead. I…I killed him.” 

It didn’t occur to Clyde until he was handcuffed and sitting in the back of a patrol car that it was generally a bad idea to tell the police you’d killed someone. 

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Five months after his brother’s death, Clyde found himself in a prison cell. Not for murder—his brother had been a fugitive, and as such the death had been ruled as accidental, if not outright self-defense—but for reckless endangerment and possession of an unlicensed and obviously very deadly weapon. Clyde had tried to argue that the wand was a prototype, and hadn’t been designed for offensive use, but it had no effect. He had been found guilty, and, no doubt thanks to the way that Lex Luthor had destroyed his reputation, the judge had thrown the book at him. He’d been sentenced to two years in prison—nearly as long as the sentence Mark would have served for burglary. 

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When Clyde had started his prison sentence, he had assumed that his life would come to a very quick and messy end. After all, Mark had nearly been killed in jail, and he had assumed that the hardened criminals in prison would see him as an even easier target than his younger brother. 

He had been wrong. The story of how he had electrocuted his brother had made the rounds in the prison before he had even arrived there, and most of the inmates instead treated him with a wary sort of respect. Even the ones who made derisive comments did so from a safe distance; evidently, they didn’t want to see if the “mad scientist” might be able to dream up a way to electrocute them, too. 

As such, since Clyde obeyed the guards and kept his head down, he remained physically unscathed. 

His mental state was another story. His parents came to visit him exactly once—to disown him. He was a convicted felon now, and they wanted nothing more to do with him. 

“You’re worse than Marco ever was. At least we knew he would be a failure,” his mamá spat as the two of them left the prison. 

Then, of course, there was the fact that he now had plenty of free time on his hands—free time with which to try, and fail, not to think about how he had killed the little brother who had adored him and about how thoroughly his life had fallen apart in only a few years. Some days, he succeeded. More often, he didn’t. 

And being surrounded by criminals–-other criminals, really, since he was a felon now too—wasn’t exactly sunshine and rainbows. While they mostly respected/feared him enough to leave him alone, being constantly exposed to the anger and bitterness and envy and despair of the other prisoners fed his own negative emotions. 

What was more, even the guards—and those among his fellow convicts who weren’t so bitter or ruthless as to be unpleasant to be around—-seemed to avoid socializing with him. Usually, when he tried to strike up a conversation, they would beg off the conversation, claiming that they wouldn’t be very interesting company for a prodigy who had earned a doctorate at twenty-one. 

The one exception was a decidedly peculiar young man named Roscoe Dillon, an eighteen-year-old university student who had been convicted for getting into an altercation with a police officer after the officer in question had attempted to confiscate what he had believed to be a weapon but which had, in fact, been a top.  Mocking rumors in the prison stated that, upon his arrest, the young man had claimed that tops would ensure that he would be a success as an engineer, because he had come up with a satellite design that was based on the “inner principles of tops”, and that this was why he had reacted so violently to the officer trying to take the top away from him. 

What was definitely not a rumor, and had been broadcast on live television, was that Roscoe had gone to pieces during his trial, rocking back and forth, flapping his hands, and ultimately having a total emotional meltdown when his public defender had accidentally knocked the top he had brought with him to the trial off the table he had been seated at for the trial. Due to his obvious mental instability, the judge had sentenced him to six months in jail, but, after the young man tried to slice open his wrists with a shiv he had bought off of another prisoner, he had been transferred to state prison to serve out the rest of his sentence, on the basis of the fact that the prison had psychiatric medication on hand that simply hadn’t been available at the jail. 

That medication had evidently worked to at least some extent, since he was emotionally stable enough now, but emotional stability wasn’t enough to protect him from the older and more aggressive inmates, who sneered that he was “a lunatic” and “retarded” and whispered that he belonged “in the loony bin, not prison”. A few of them even seemed to take a perverse delight in holding him down, stealing the tops he bought from the prison canteen, and destroying them in front of him. 

He had tried fighting back once—and had promptly been sent to solitary when the others had claimed that he had attacked them because he was, quote, “a nutcase”. 

Upon being released, he had sought out Clyde and struck up a conversation with him, on the basis of having heard that Clyde had a doctorate in meteorology. He professed his own fascination with science—in his case, engineering—and the two of them ended up having a very rewarding discussion about physics. 

One conversation soon led to more, and, after a few weeks, Clyde and Roscoe had developed a friendship, or as close to a friendship as you could have in prison. While Clyde didn’t have the influence to protect Roscoe from the other inmates, he was someone for the younger man to talk to, and, even if roughly fifty percent of everything that came out of Roscoe’s mouth was related to tops in some way, Clyde was glad to listen. It helped him not think so much about how he had killed Mark, or about how he was a convicted felon and that his last hope of ever working in the field of meteorology again was now thoroughly dashed. What was more, a lot of what Roscoe talked about was genuinely interesting (even the chatter about the tops). In spite of his idiosyncrasies—Roscoe constantly rocked back and forth, would clamp his hands over his ears when things got too loud, could not stand the texture of the prison applesauce, and had trouble making eye contact—-he was also clearly brilliant, and had the makings of a great engineer in him. Since Roscoe had so clearly been unwell when he had committed his crime, Clyde hoped that he would still be able to become one someday. 

Seven months into Clyde’s sentence, Roscoe was released. Clyde was relieved to see him leave—-prison was no place for a young man with his peculiarities—-but at the same time, he couldn’t help feeling a little abandoned. Who was he supposed to talk to for the next seventeen months?  

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When Clyde was released on parole after a year and a half behind bars, the idealistic young scientist had been replaced by a bitterly cynical ex-convict, one who didn’t have the slightest idea of what he was going to do with his life going forward. 

His brother was dead. His parents had disowned him. All of his friends had been tied up in his career as a scientist—-and his life as a scientist was over. No one would even trust him to scrub lab floors now. 

If I hadn’t had the foresight to buy the observatory while I was still being funded by LexCorp, he thought as he stepped out of the taxi that he had paid to take him to Big Water Lake, I wouldn’t even have a roof over my head. 

That being said, it wasn’t much of a home. Everything was covered in dust and grime, and no one had patched the hole in the ceiling, so parts of the floor were waterlogged and growing mold. But until he found a job, he wouldn’t have the money to replace the damaged flooring or to repair the hole. 

“Home, sweet home,” he muttered, and for a second he actually found himself wishing that he was still in prison. At least while he had been behind bars, he hadn’t had to worry about how he was going to support himself as a convicted felon. 

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After three months of applying for every job he could find, no matter how overqualified he was for it, and being turned down every time, Clyde’s meager savings, most of which he had earned from the work he had done while behind bars, ran out. 

A week after that, the heating, electricity, and plumbing at the observatory were shut off because Clyde hadn’t had the money to pay the utility bills, and, in desperation, Clyde took the one possession he had that still seemed to work—-his car—and drove himself to the neighborhood where he had grown up.

As his car made his way through the streets of Bridgeville, Clyde couldn’t help but morbidly wonder if anyone in the town that had put him on a pedestal and sung his praises when he was a teenaged prodigy would even be willing to hire him to rake their leaves. At this point, even that sounded too good to be true. 

He pulled into his parents’ driveway and swallowed hard. The odds were good that this was just going to end in more embarrassing humiliation, but he had nowhere else to go. He stepped out of his car, hoping against hope that his parents would remember that they had loved him once, walked up to the front of the house, and knocked on the door. 

“Claudio? What are you doing here?” his mamá asked. 

“I…I need a place to stay. I've exhausted all of my savings, and the utilities at my home have been shut off because I can’t pay the bills. I want to support myself. I want to work— but I’ve been applying for jobs for months, and no one will hire me. Please, mamá —-I don’t have anywhere else to go,” Clyde pleaded. His mamá’s face softened. 

“I’ll…I’ll ask my husband. But the decision is his, Claudio,” she said. She disappeared inside the house and came back a few minutes later with his papá. 

“Why should I shelter a convicted felon?” he asked. 

“I know you’re angry with him, Mattías. I am, too, but—well, look at him. He’s so thin,” his mamá said. 

“And you’re willing to accept the disgrace of having him in our house, Paloma?” 

“It’s better than turning him out to beg—and he is—he was—”

“He is not our son. We don’t have a son. But if it eases your mind, I’ll let him stay.” Clyde almost collapsed in relief.

“Thank you, papá,” he said quietly. 

“I hope you don’t think that this is going to be some sort of a vacation. As long as you’re under my roof, you’ll be expected to take care of all the chores that need to be done. Once you find a job, you’ll turn over half your income to me until you earn enough money to move out. And you are not to address me as ‘papá’. I expect you to call me ‘Mr. Mardon’ or ‘sir’. Are we clear?” 

“Yes, sir. We’re clear,” Clyde replied weakly. It’ll only be until I get back on my feet, he told himself. I survived a year and a half in prison, I’ll be able to survive this, too. 

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After two months at his papá’s beck and call, Clyde was at his wits’ end. He didn’t mind the work—he did, after all, owe his parents for letting him live in their house—but the constant criticism and insults were driving him up the wall, and were giving him a new appreciation for why Mark had run away from home. Few things were more demotivating than having someone respond to everything you did by saying it wasn’t good enough. 

The final straw came one evening when Clyde had accidentally knocked over the coffee pot while cleaning the kitchen. His papá didn’t go on a tirade. He didn’t have to. Instead, he simply grabbed Clyde by the collar and said, 

“You should have died with your brother. You’d be less of a burden to us if you had.” Clyde took the words like a blow, and, as he tried to fall asleep in his room—the room that had once belonged to Mark, and had originally been designed as a closet—-they kept circulating through his brain, over and over.

His own father wished that he was dead. Even though he had finally found a job and was paying his papá half of his salary, even though he had been working as his papá’s housekeeper for months without even so much as a “thank you”, even though he had shrugged off all of the complaints and the insults and the snide remarks, his father still wished that he was dead.

And given the wages he made, if he kept paying his papá half of his salary, it would be a decade before he was able to move out on his own. How was he supposed to survive a decade of constantly being told that he was a failure and an embarrassment?

Was this his papá’s way of punishing him for not being dead? 

Unlike Mark, whose temper had flared quickly but would be gone in a day, Clyde took a very long time to lose his cool—but his anger burned even longer.

And the realization that his papá was deliberately punishing him for something he couldn’t control, after a few years of being punished again and again and again for having had the nerve to stand up to Lex Luthor, was what finally pushed Clyde over the edge into a deadly fury. 

He had wanted to help people. He had wanted to save the world. And he had been rewarded for that by losing everything—his reputation, his job, his parents, his freedom, his clean record, his independence, and, most of all, his little brother. The one who had died at his hands in a horrible accident. It wasn’t fair.  It wasn’t right.

But he would make it right. With his wand, he had the power to make it right. He couldn’t bring his brother back, but he could make the world change so that no one else would ever die.  

Lex Luthor had wanted the wand to be a weapon. Clyde had been sent to prison on the assumption that that was what it was. So Clyde would earn his sentence by making it into a weapon—a weapon he would use to force the world to change.

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Two days after he left his parents’ house, Clyde Mardon broke into the Central City branch of LexCorp, where his prototype weather wand had been sent when he was arrested, and escaped with both the wand and several thousand dollars. 

A week after that, a struggling tailor with an unusual sideline received a fat check and a request for a costume that would suit a man who could control the weather in the mail. 

And four days after that, the Weather Wizard struck downtown Central City with the force of a hurricane. After giving a demonstration of his power by destroying the LexCorp building (after making sure that all the employees made it out of the building), he gave the city a choice: they could either turn over the city to him voluntarily, and let him fix the mess that it had gotten itself into, or be forced into it by the power of the elements themselves. 

And then the Flash had shown up.

 Clyde hadn’t wanted to fight him. The Flash was a hero. They were on the same side!

“You’re threatening to destroy the city. I don’t see how that’s very heroic.” 

“I’m not trying to destroy the city. I’m trying to save it from itself.” 

“By destroying buildings and threatening innocent lives?” Clyde felt a pang of guilt. True, he had ensured that everyone had been evacuated from the LexCorp building before he had destroyed it, but what if someone had been trapped inside? He already had his brother’s death on his conscience. He didn’t think he would be able to handle any more. 

“I don’t want to hurt anyone. I want to save the world. That’s all I’ve ever wanted. But because of the man who owns the building I destroyed, this is the only way I can do it. He took everything else from me.” The Flash’s eyes went wide. 

“You…you’re not just some random crook. You’re the man who built the weather wand. You’re Dr. Clyde Mardon,” he said. Clyde laughed. 

“‘Doctor’? It’s been so long since anyone called me that, I almost forgot I had the title.” 

“Dr. Mardon, please. Think about what you’re doing! Can’t you see how insane this is?”  

“If I’m so insane, Flash, what do you suggest I do? Go back to slaving away for the parents who wish I’d died with my brother? Go back to a life where I’ll never be able to help anyone else—because I can’t even help myself?” 

“Dr. Mardon, I can understand why you’re upset, but that doesn’t give you the right to lash out at everyone else.” 

“I’m not lashing out at them. I want to help them. I’m going to fix things, so that no one ever has to go through what I went through. So that no one else will ever have to die like my brother died,” Clyde insisted. 

“And you think you can accomplish that with threats? By destroying buildings?” 

“Threats seem to work very well for Lex Luthor.” 

“So you’re going to sink to his level?” 

“I have to. The only thing men like him understand is brute force. And if you stand in my way—I’ll have to deal with you in the same way.” 

And Clyde had tried. That was how he learned that the Flash could run faster than lighting. 

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For the next few years, the Weather Wizard operated alone. While he was respected in the criminal underworld for his power and ambitions, most criminals were wary of joining his “crusade”, and, among those who did want to join, most of them were far too fond of casual cruelty. Force was a regrettable necessity on the path to saving the world, but it was certainly not something that should be indulged in for one’s own gratification. 

And working on his own meant that he would never risk getting close to anyone; would never accidentally kill another person he cared for in the way that he had killed Mark.

But a blustery fall day changed all that. 

As Clyde was making some needed adjustments to his weather wand, he suddenly heard voices coming from outside of the apartment that he had rented. 

“You sure about this guy, Dillon? I’ve seen him on the news enough to know he’s powerful, but word on the street is that he’s all wrapped up in some mission to fix the world.”

“Quite sure. I met him during my first stint in prison, and I assure you that he will make an excellent addition to our group.” Clyde identified the second voice as belonging to Roscoe Dillon, the odd young man he had befriended in prison many years ago, and who had gone on to become the supervillain known as the Top. What was he doing here?

“And you sure he ain’t gonna cause trouble?”

“I shouldn’t think he would. He was very kind to me, and he is extremely intelligent and competent.”

“Fine. Then let’s make the pitch.” There was a loud knock on his door, and Clyde walked over to it and opened it. Standing on the other side was Roscoe Dillon, who wasn’t quite as baby-faced as Clyde remembered him being, and a man whose blue glasses allowed Clyde to identify him as Captain Cold. 

“You the Weather Wizard?” 

“I am.”

“I’m Captain Cold, and this is the Top. Apparently, he’s met you before, and, since we’re looking to expand our operations, he suggested that we invite you to join our group. We call ourselves the Rogues. Are you interested?” 

“I don’t think you understand. I don’t do what I do because I want money or power. That’s not the point of being the Weather Wizard,” Clyde said. 

“Right, right. You do it to save the world, or some stupid crap like that. But that don’t mean that you can’t use a team to watch your back while you do it,” Captain Cold said gruffly. 

“And what do you get out of this? What do you want in exchange for ‘watching my back’?” Clyde asked. 

“You watchin’ ours. Face it, we can all use all the help we can get against the Scarlet Speedster,” Captain Cold said. 

“I do hope that you will at least consider joining us. I have a great deal of respect for your intellect, and it would be nice to have someone to talk to about engineering,” the Top added. 

“I’m not sure you really want me to join. I seem to bring very bad luck to the people I care about,” Clyde said quietly. The Top cocked his head. 

“Curious. You brought me nothing but good luck when we were in prison together. If it hadn’t been for you, I do not think I would have made it out alive.” 

“I suppose that’s true—but…but…” 

“But what?” 

“I loved my brother Mark more than anyone in the world. I wanted only the best for him—and I ended up being the one to kill him. I…I won’t be able to live with myself if it happens again.” 

“Is that all you’re worried about? Doc, all us Rogues are more than capable of protectin’ ourselves. You ain’t gonna cause no problems we haven’t seen before.” 

“In that case, I will join on one condition.” 

“What’s that?” 

“My weather wand is a weapon, but it is not one to be used for the sake of casual cruelty. I use it to destroy, when necessary, and to delay the Flash—but not to kill. Not when I already have blood on my hands.” Captain Cold grinned. 

“Then you’ll fit in just fine. I have a policy against lettin’ my guys kill. I’m a common thug, but even I got standards—and I ain’t got no time for anyone who thinks that butcherin’ civilians makes ‘em look big. You got yourself a deal.” 

“Welcome to the Rogues, Dr. Mardon.”

[uboat53]

"Musk’s stake in Tesla comprises the lion’s share of his wealth. He can laugh off a few protesters, but if consumers launch a sustained boycott, both Musk and his car company could find themselves in dire straits. Tesla was already in a precarious position before Musk’s flirtation with the far right turned into an all-out embrace. Nosediving sales would be an incapacitating blow.

…consumer rejection could be uniquely devastating to Tesla right now. The company’s vulnerability stems from its eye-popping market valuation, which was $1.15 trillion as of Friday. To put that figure in perspective, it is five times as high as Toyota’s, 25 times as high as General Motors’, and 31 times as high as Ford’s. (Each of these companies builds vastly more vehicles.) Equally stunning is Tesla’s astronomical price-to-earnings ratio of 181, which assumes mind-boggling profit growth. For years, Tesla’s lofty stock price has provided a notable advantage over competitors, since each share offered as compensation to employees is so valuable.

Tesla’s soaring valuation has been driven primarily by two forces: first, historically scorching sales growth across its three core markets of North America, Europe, and China; and second, investor belief that Musk is a genius who can conjure lucrative innovations out of thin air. (Although Musk has described Tesla as a diversified “chain of startups,” automobile sales accounted for about 85 percent of its revenue in 2023. So it’s kind of just a car company.) Tesla’s media events are a circus, with Musk playing ringleader as he unveils futuristic products like humanoid robots, self-driven taxis, and even an Art Deco bus (which did look pretty cool, admittedly).

But even before Musk’s pivot to the hard right, Tesla was under mounting pressure. The company’s global vehicle sales fell in 2024, the first such decline in its history, and its profit margins have been shrinking. The Cybertruck, Tesla’s first new product in years, has flopped, and the company’s existing lineup is growing stale, with only minor updates in the works.

…

With Tesla’s fundamentals looking shaky, the company’s elevated stock price becomes increasingly dependent on the belief that Musk the magician can deliver wildly creative new products. That image is fading. Last year, Tesla rented Warner Bros. Studios, in Burbank, California, to unveil the “Cybercab,” a vehicle that, according to Musk, will begin offering robotaxi service in Austin this summer. The market response to the Cybercab has been tepid; many observers noted that the company’s CEO has consistently failed to meet previous deadlines to deliver self-driving technology, and that Waymo, which already offers robotaxi service in several cities, seems far ahead.

…

Things might already be headed in that direction. In Europe, Tesla’s January sales collapsed by at least 40 percent in countries including France, Spain, Norway, and Germany. Musk’s sullied reputation appears to be a factor: A pollster found a double-digit surge in Swedes expressing a negative view of Tesla following Trump’s inauguration, at which Musk was widely condemned for giving a Hitler salute. As the drop in European revenue raised eyebrows last week, Tesla stock shed 6 percent of its value, and it dropped a further 8 percent over the past two days.

American sales figures are still trickling in, but Tesla has cause to worry in its home market too. In California, a left-leaning state with the largest EV market in the nation, Tesla sales fell 8 percent in the fourth quarter of 2024.

A North American sales collapse would be a disaster for Tesla shareholders, starting with Musk himself, who owns around 13 percent of the company. “Musk’s stake in Tesla is partly pledged for loans that he depends on for cash,” Niedermeyer said. If the value of his Tesla stock falls, lenders could force Musk to sell additional shares. Many Tesla investors (and his fan base) may see that as a vote of no confidence in the company’s future, prompting them to sell shares—triggering a full-on Wall Street rout, with Tesla’s stock crashing in value."

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[lostetiquette]

BLECHELLA 🧶 2016

2,190 days sends us into the middle of the blank space (1,111 days between the release of 1989 and reputation) 🐇🐍

sends us back to the weekend we

*expected*

an album drop...possibly on Friday October 21, 2016 (10/21/2016, US)

In April 2016, in Vogue 73 Questions, around 13 minutes, Taylor says,

"Karma is real."

In this same interview, she mentions Carly Simon's You're So Vain, is her favorite lyrics:

🎶 "I had some dreams they were clouds in my coffee"

☁️��️

FIVE ✋🏼 stage clinger ... long yellow dress

folklore/evermore , yellow dress, London 8/17/2024 (or 8/8/8, when adding numerology single digits)

Lover set visuals, show Taylor in a yellow dress, stepping INTO the mirror 🪞

😸🕳️🐇⏱️🦪🎩🌀🦩🌹🖌️♥️♟️♣️🃏🐉🌼🩵

Alice in Wonderland, a quick synopsis:

Alice in Wonderland - enters Wonderland through a rabbit hole 🕳️ 🐇

in Through the Looking Glass - she enters through the mirror 🪞

In this story Alice has to armor herself to slay the Jabberwoky 🐉🐲🗡️

The second book has Alice traveling back and forth through TIME

TIME'S castle full of everyone's clocks starts to crumble....

Last Kiss Lyric Video: similar visual to the watches Time has hanging in the castle in Through the Looking Glass:

Last Kiss, LK > makes me think of @erodalighthouse on X, followers call the creator "LK"

Taylor and Hayley singing CASTLE's CRUMBLE in London, part 1.

We are ABSOLUTELY not going to skip this crucial ERA

Taylor will have to correct the *original* timeline, thus finally fixing (at least one of) the Glitches > 2,190 day love black out 🖤

TS 12 will be Karma/Double 1989 🤘🏼

Ed holding up

LV

LV, Roman Numerals is 55

✋🏼🤚🏼

HIGH FIVE takes two hands

H, 8 / I, 9 / G, 7 / H, 8

8+9+7+8 = 32 / 3+2 = 5

Double 5 🔁 1989 Double

[openheartfanfics]

Newly Added Fics

Dec 7 - 13, 2024  

🎭 Angst  |  🦚 Angsty Fluff  |  🛸 AU  |  ☁ Fluff  |  ♥ NSFW  |  📚 Series  |  📷 Edit  |  📱 TextFic  |  Ⓜ Mature

Bryce x F!MC

Her First Thanksgiving - @storyofmychoices ☁🦃

Bryce and Olivia reflect about the upcoming holiday.

Ethan x F!MC

Girl Talk - @liaromancewriter 📱

Cassie regrets sharing Ethan's pic with The Girls.

Merry Christmas, Baby - @jerzwriter ☁🎄

It's Christmastime - and Ethan is thoroughly unimpressed. Luckily, he has Kaycee to turn that around - but can she make it happen?

Two to Tango - @coffeeheartaddict2 ♥

It is the Edenbrook Christmas party and a dance leads to some shenanigans. [Gala]

Rafael x F!MC

Love In Every Heartbeat - @rafasgirl23415 📚

[extended: wip] Go right to the start of Casey & Raf’s relationship. Casey is cautious about falling too fast too soon.

CH 15: Love Is In The Air

CH 16: Dreams Really Do Come True

Sienna x M!OC

A batch made in heaven - @rafasgirl23415 📷

Sienna bakes some Christmas cookies as she gets excited for her first proper Christmas with Lucas & his family.

Dog cuddles for days - @rafasgirl23415 📷

Sienna puppy sits Maple whilst Casey & Raf are away for Luana & Alfonso’s wedding.

Tobias x F!MC

Under The Mistletoe - @jerzwriter ☁🎄

Tobias & Casey have been trying to push their feelings for each other away from the day they met. But holiday parties have a reputation for bringing these things to the surface, and they are not immune.

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SUBMIT OPEN HEART FICS & WRITERS HERE

[simslegacy5083]

Not So Berry (Straud Descendants) Gen 9

Today's (8/13/2024) Episode: Making The Pitch

When Luigi put his mind to something it usually wasn’t long before he’d achieved his goal, and his proposal for Noemi’s boss was no exception.

Working late into the night he outlined his idea for a new life sim. He’d played Sims Forever since he was young and had been programming mods to enhance his gameplay almost as long. The popularity of those mods made him confident that he understood what would appeal to other gamers.

Noemi had been right that Luigi’s name being attached to the project would get her bosses attention.

Her supervisor had looked skeptical when she’d dropped a proposal from her fiancée off that morning, but by lunchtime Patricia caught her in the breakroom with quite a different attitude. “I looked into your boy’s plan.” She said, wolfing down a quick sandwich between meetings.

“A respected Sims Forever modder with a couple other claims to fame developing a competitor to the classic game?” She rapped her knuckles on the table for emphasis and pointed. “Get him here ASAP for a meeting with me and Daniel from investment! I’m positive the community will eat this up.”

A couple days later Luigi found himself in the conference room of Rainy Day’s downtown headquarters. He and Noemi worked for different branches of the same parent company, and he’d met her boss a couple times in passing, but the investment guy was new to him.

Used to public performances he was at ease, smiling brightly as he shook hands and settled down across from the other two sims.

“So…” Patrica began “I read your proposal and I’m intrigued. I want to hear more about what you think you can bring to the table to set your game apart from Sims Forever. We’ll want to attract its audience and bring in new players – how do you intend to do that”?

As he’d gotten older Luigi had learned how to use his cheerful nature to his advantage. To that end he didn’t attempt to hide his enthusiasm, letting his excitement shine through and captivating his audience as he launched into an explanation.

"Sims Forever has been my favorite videogame for as long as I can remember. I love it, but I’m also very aware of what it lacks, the things I got into modding to fix. I want to develop a game that has options for more control, and more chaos. One with randomly generated NPCs that didn’t dress themselves in the dark, who have skills and backstories to match their traits and preferences.” 

Luigi paused to take a breath, but before he could continue Daniel held up a hand to stop him. "I've heard enough. Your project writeup outlined this quite nicely. It’s clear you have the passion to execute your vision; and I’ll be counting on Noemi here to manage the team needed to back you up."

Luigi gave Daniel a sincerely thankful smile as they discussed the contractual details, but Patricia didn’t let him escape on a high note.

"Before you go, there is one issue we need to talk about. You got yourself into quite the pickle the other night with that little mouse fiasco. I trust the PR department is helping you clean up that mess?“ She looked at him expectantly as he did his best to suppress a flash of irritation and shame. 

"Of course," he lied "they're all over it.“ In reality, the “damage control” team were all over him to address it publicly, but he’d been stonewalling them. He’d hoped the whole thing would just blow over in time without requiring him to take an active and risky role in repairing his reputation.

 As he and Noemi walked out to grab lunch, Luigi’s excitement at his win was dampened by worrying about what he was going to say to the team’s publicist later that evening. It looked like he was going to need to cooperate with them after all.

View The Full Story of My Not So Berry Challenge Here

[shannendoherty-fans]

Charmed Cast Honors Shannen Doherty at 90s Con: 'She Had the Heart of a Lion'

On July 13, Doherty died at age 53 after years of living with cancer

By Esther Kang and Kate Hogan Published on September 14, 2024 07:48PM EDT

The cast of Charmed is paying a special tribute to Shannen Doherty.

On Saturday, Sept. 14, Holly Marie Combs, Brian Krause, Rose McGowan, Dorian Gregory and Drew Fuller honored their late costar with a special live episode of their podcast, House of Halliwell, with guest Brian Austin Green.

"This sucks," Green, 51, said. "Shannen was f---ing tough. She was tough. I think of all the people in my life she was the one that just unapologetically was Shannen. I can see how it would be perceived by some people as brash, 'She's a b----' they used to say early on which drove me nuts. I knew that she had the biggest heart of everyone I knew, and she never intentionally set out to hurt anyone ... she just truly believed in what it is she believed."

Doherty herself had set up the podcast recording at 90s Con, which she was initially slated to attend. Speaking to PEOPLE on the red carpet on Friday afternoon, Fuller, 44, said the cast had instead flipped the moment into a celebration of life.

Sharing his memories, costar Gregory, 53, spoke to the ways Doherty was often "sharing joy."

"The beauty and vibrancy of this woman, that's something I have no words for," he said. "She leaves us with this: cherish every second of everyone you're surrounded by and you love. That's such a gift."

McGowan spoke to Doherty's fierce love for her fans, noting she had the "heart of a g------ lion."

"What a powerhouse," McGowan, 51, said, remembering their first meeting. "Seeing how she navigated — and how I've had to navigate — when people smear your reputation and create this box you can't f---ing get out of and it's not at all who you are. I can't prove it to people. What Shannen did for me, which was so incredible to watch, she kept engaging with people, she kept going forward."

Combs, 50, added a particularly personal anecdote.

"Someone close to me was just diagnosed … and I reach for the phone," she said.

Dozens of audience members came forward to share their memories of the star, too, speaking to her sweet disposition, how well she'd listen to the stories they shared with her and how she inspired them.

On July 13, Doherty died after years of living with cancer. She was 53.

"It is with a heavy heart that I confirm the passing of actress Shannen Doherty. On Saturday, July 13, she lost her battle with cancer after many years of fighting the disease," Doherty's longtime publicist Leslie Sloane confirmed in an exclusive statement to PEOPLE on Sunday, July 14.

"The devoted daughter, sister, aunt and friend was surrounded by her loved ones as well as her dog, Bowie. The family asks for their privacy at this time so they can grieve in peace," Sloane concluded

The Beverly Hills, 90210 star was first diagnosed with breast cancer in 2015 and spoke candidly to PEOPLE in November 2023 about her stage 4 breast cancer, which had by then spread to her bones, saying that she didn't "want to die."

“I’m not done with living. I’m not done with loving. I’m not done with creating. I’m not done with hopefully changing things for the better,” she told PEOPLE. "I’m just not — I’m not done.”

Following her March 2015 diagnosis, the actress revealed just over two years later in April 2017 that she had gone into remission, however, by 2019, the cancer returned. Doherty announced her diagnosis of metastatic stage 4 cancer publicly in 2020. Then, in June of 2023, the actress shared that the cancer had spread to her brain and that she had undergone surgery.

Earlier in the day at 90s Con on Sept. 14, the cast of Beverly Hills, 90210 also got together and remembered Doherty.

"I have a friend right now who is really sick with cancer, and she said that Shannen really inspired her," costar Gabrielle Carteris said. "I think that her legacy is truly making a difference for those who are struggling to know that there’s hope."

90s Con Florida is occurring through Sunday, Sept. 15, at the Ocean Center in Daytona Beach, Fla.