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reality-detective · 2 years ago

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Who is involved in screwing up the planet? You? Me? I don't think so. I would say the United States, DARPA and HAARP are most certainly involved. They just blame us. 👇

Was the true purpose of building the pyramids to prevent the cyclical cataclysmic event described in the ancient texts? From Antarctica and the South Pole to Alaska close to the North Pole… (speculation time)

It is a well-established fact in geophysics that the strength of Earth's magnetic field, now over 35% weaker than it was 300 years ago, is declining at an increasingly rapid pace. Electromagnetic energy is a fundamental component of the Earth's magnetic field.

The movement of charged particles, such as electrons, in the Earth's magnetic field creates electric currents, which in turn generate magnetic fields. This process is known as electromagnetism.

The Earth's magnetic field interacts with electromagnetic energy in various ways. For example, the magnetic field plays a crucial role in shielding the Earth from the solar wind, which consists of charged particles emitted by the Sun. These particles would be harmful to life on Earth and could potentially disrupt electrical systems if they reached the surface without the protection of the magnetic field.

Some are predicting that the next catastrophic event will involve the disruption of electricity power, primarily attributing it to a potential hacker attack. But this might happen due to the weaker magnetic field and the solar flares. The hacker attack might be the cover up.

According to the censored book by the CIA ‘The Adam And Eve Story The History Of Cataclysms’ this leads to reducing the Earth's inner MHD (Magnetohydrodynamics) energy to such a low level that the shallow molten layer, which begins at a depth of 60 miles and extends to 120 miles, is able to function as a free liquid lubricating layer between the Earth's crust and solid interior.

Eventually, this process leads to a sudden 90-degree flip(Polar flip), resulting in widespread chaos and all hell breaks loose leading to the massive floods.

Now how is this connected to the pyramids?

In 2018 scientists published a paper about ‘Electromagnetic properties of the Great Pyramid: First multipole resonances and energy concentration’ in the peer-reviewed scientific journal ‘Journal of Applied Physics’.

Researchers have proposed that the Great Pyramid possess electromagnetic resonance properties. This idea suggests that the pyramid's shape and composition interact with electromagnetic waves, potentially focusing or amplifying them. The geometry and structure of the Great Pyramid's influence how it interacts with electromagnetic waves. The pyramid's shape could cause scattering or diffraction of these waves, altering their behavior.

So, could it be that our advanced ancient ancestors built this technology to strengthen our magnetic field during periods of natural weakening, thus attempting to maintain a balance?

But technology can be used for both good and bad purposes, as we can see from its utilization in our militaries. Every new technology is initially employed for military purposes.

The biggest gatekeepers of the UAP/UFO phenomenon the US Navy, the US Air Force and DARPA have made a similar project in 1993 called HAARP. It is designed to investigate the properties and behavior of the ionosphere, which is a region of the Earth's upper atmosphere.

The radio waves used in HAARP are a form of electromagnetic waves. Electromagnetic waves are a combination of electric and magnetic fields that propagate through space. They include a broad spectrum of waves, ranging from radio waves with low frequencies and long wavelengths to gamma rays with high frequencies and short wavelengths. HAARP operates in the high-frequency range of the electromagnetic spectrum.

HAARP utilizes a high-power, high-frequency transmitter array to emit radio waves into the ionosphere. These radio waves interact with the ionized particles in the ionosphere, creating artificial auroras and modifying the ionospheric properties.

So, how did these three crucial agencies involved in the UAP phenomenon decided to recreate a project that potentially resembles the function of the pyramids?

But now it gets interesting because this same technology can influence the behavior of the population, it can make them aggressive and less aggressive.

Tom DeLonge, Linda Moulton Howe, and other UAP researchers have discussed an alleged giant underground pyramid in Alaska that is purportedly still 'activated' and is believed to impact human consciousness. But if there is a pyramid in Alaska close to the North Pole, there is a pyramid in Antarctica on the South Pole further more adding to this crazy theory…

So, how can this technology influence our consciousness? If we read the ancient texts the last days before the catastrophic event are described as being filled with corruption, love for money, arrogance, disobedience, lack of self-control, wickedness, theft, and murder, which ultimately lead to God's judgment.

Two scientists at Hahnemann Medical College conducted an experiment with two groups of mice. One group was placed in aluminum cylinders under a magnetic field similar to our Earth's, while the other group experienced a magnetic field similar to being halfway between Earth and the Moon.

Both groups had the same physical environment, including food, lighting, play area, and water supply. After three months, the mice in the low-density cylinders experienced the same effects: their protein structure broke down, and more than 35% of them developed visible cancers throughout their bodies. Internal cancers were not analyzed. Also, the mice turned criminal (cannibalism, aggressiveness and rape) in their low-density magnetic field environment.

This was the conclusion of Chan Thomas (the author of ‘Adam and Eve Story) for the behavior: Lowered magnetic field environment could give its occupants a sense of impending doom. Certainly, there would be a feeling that something out of control was destroying them, so why not get what they want irrespective of consequences? In the case of humans, those without empathy turn criminal first in the case of animals, it is probably proper to assume that there is little or no empathy there to start with.

So, apparently this technology can be used to manipulate human behavior, but it also has the potential to save the planet from mass extinction. So, what happened? Why did the event occur again? Did the technology fail, or did the ancient 'elite'—the ones flying the UFOs today—use it for a different purpose?

Remember the saying; "It's Not Nice to Fool With Mother Nature(Earth)" These people are playing God and they are horrible at it. Think about it. 🤔

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victorsbrains · 3 months ago

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WORK! / October 9th

guys don't pay attention to the fact I said I was gonna post everyday and then didn't post yesterday, yesterday was TERRIBLEEE and should not be spoken about. so anyway today because of yesterday my day started like really bad. I was like CRYING IN GEOMETRY which is crazy. anyway then I didn't go to Spanish and instead I went to guidance and just sat. that's it I just sat and then after like 35 minutes my counselor came out of her room and saw me sitting and then got me to talk about my problem and then I felt a little better (ily Bushnell) and then I went too earth and space sciences and I did a lab it was ssuuuuper easy and I finished early and I got to go to the coffee shop for the first time!!!! I got a coldbrew (which I've never had before) and then I didn't know what to put into it so I grabbed 2 creamers and left and there was no sugar. and then I tried to take a sip with nothing in it and it was GROOOOOOOSSSSSSSSSSSSSUGHHHH and so I complained about it and I tried to put the creamers in and it helped a little but not a lot so then I went too health (now it gets juicy) I asked our teacher for some sugar and she HAD SOMEE and she was so nice and told me too take what i needed so I did but THEN she FINALLY had too move around our health class because they are SOOSOSOOSOS BAD!!!!! LIKE SOOOO BAD LIKE THEY NEVER SHUT THEIR MOUTHS!!! THEY ARE SO RUDE TOO HER AND I FEEL SOO BAD BECAUSE SHE IS SO NICE AND I LOVE HER SOO MUCH AND IT MAKES ME REALLY SAD! and then while she was moving kids around this girl got into a argument with her about the fact she split a table of buys apart but she moves them too the table next too the table they used to be so they where basically still right next to each other so it wasn't fair and they got into a fight basically and she called administration down and they came down and TOOK HER AWAY! there wasn't a physically altercation but it was still kinda entertaining but it wasn't funny actually It was really sad but anyway after that happened she gave the whole class a lecture (again) about literally basic respect and its actually been pissing me off so bad because like... its so not hard! like.. just respect your teacher?? just shut up? just do the incredibly easy work and listen? be ???????? NICE????? TO??? HER?!!?!?!??!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!? I'm like considering bringing her a donut or something because it actually insane what she has so deal with :( anyway after that I went to english and had to present which was SCARYYYYYYY but I did it and that's okay it was very good of me and I did well. and then I went too lunch and I had Mac and cheese and broccoli and "Texas toast" (garlic bread) and it was pretty yummy! I liked it! I also had a orange and chocolate milk. chocolate milk was as it always is, pretty good. but the orange.. I was so mad. the rind was like reallllyyyyy thick and it was really hard to open and it got all over my hands and then it WASNT EVEN GOOD. it was tangy. I was so mad I stomped my way over too the trash and THREW IT OUT! anyway and then I did my "tap dancing" and I walked around the class and we talked about trans stuff like we normally do, everytime I have lunch in there its like trans social hour./srs and then I had global and it was very good I love global I love my teacher sooooooooooooooooooooooooo much shes so great (I spend my lunch period, global and sometimes my study hall with her) and then after global I had her write me a pass too her planning/ study hall thing where only a couple of kids come and hang out and I just kinda sat there I did a little bit of work but not a lot and then I got on the bus and I talked too holly on the bus and then I got home and then i got the kids of the bus and then I LOCKED INNNn 🔥I did soo much work! I don't even wanna get into it I like blacked out I was totally in the ZONE!!!!!1 and then I decided I needed to stop so I could sleep and now I'm in bed and typing this and now I'm gonna go to bed bye!

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10. i am afraid of needles and i dont wanna use the gun so its a big maybe 26. so i work in a deli right, and we sell like 9 different kinds of ham right, and some hams are from the same brands and those brands get put on the tickets right. there is an infuriating amount of people who ask me for "the bertocchi ham" or "the dorsogna ham" when there are actively multiple hams in the case that fit that fucking description. EVERY HAM HAS SOMETHING ON THE TICKET TO DIFFERENTIATE THEM (i.e. boneless, off the bone, double smoked, champagne etc) and you choose THE WORST OPTION TO DO THAT 33. no idea! 42. currently eating honey toast. it good 44. i have beaten 61 demons in geometry dash. 35 of them are easy demons, 4 of them are insane demons, and 0 of them are extreme 44 (again). oh i understand youre actually a meanie whos making me think of a fact again (its very difficult). alright im going to old faithful: there is a game for the leapster explorer (2010) called penguins of madagascar: operation plushie rescue, which had micromods (basically free dlc you could download by connecting the device to a computer and getting them off of a now defunct app) that are currently lost media, as they havent been documented anywhere online and unless you already have them, they are unattainable and have been since 2019. i have these micromods

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luzeravm · 15 days ago

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0: Height- 5’9

1: Age- 16

2: Shoe size- 9 1/2 men’s

3: Do you smoke?- Nuh

4: Do you drink?- Never (probably)

5: Do you take drugs?- Nuh uh

6: Age you get mistaken for- 18

7: Have tattoos?- None except a branding

8: Want any tattoos?- Yes, I want matching tattoos with my friends and also ones based on the music I listen to.

9: Got any piercings?- Nope

10: Want any piercings?- not unless someone else wants me to

11: Best friend?- I have a ton but Loof is the one I will never let go of

12: Relationship status- Taken <3

13: Biggest turn ons- I have none specifically. I turn on like a light switch.

14: Biggest turn offs- Brain rot

15: Favorite movie- Hacksaw ridge, he’s just like me fr

16: I'll love you if...- you let me. There will never be any conditions to my love. If you want my heart, it’s all yours. Just don’t break it

17: Someone you miss- @greydoesstuff747

18: Most traumatic experience- Being punched and hit to the ground by my father, brother fighting me and tossing me into the sharp edge of a dresser, cousin punching me while try to punch my dad, having my heart drop as my father swung a hammer a few inches away from my cousins head and just barely stopping because it was just a threat

19: A fact about your personality- I can be just like anyone that I look up to in the moment. I went through faces of being like Kurt Cobain and Hamilton

20: What I hate most about myself- The way I look, talk, am, my interests

21: What I love most about myself- My Ambition and Delusion

22: What I want to be when I get older- US Navy Seal

23: My relationship with my sibling(s)- Depends on if they’ve pissed me off. My little sister is great when she isn’t trying to go against what I say even when I’m right, older brother hypocrite and makes fun of everything I do most times, older sister can be nice but is usually not.

24: My relationship with my parent (s)- I love my mother with all my heart. She was the first woman I loved and want to give her the world for allowing me to be in the world. I hate my father as a person and love him as my father. When I was younger I cried for the stupidest thing, a battery powered motorcycle. But he got it for me because he hated seeing a tear in my face.

25: My idea of a perfect date- A night together. I could plan so many great dates but anywhere with you would make for a wonderful time.

26: My biggest pet peeves- STOP FUCKING TRYING TO BE FUNNY BY SAYING HAUK TUAG WHEN IM JUST TRYING TO GET THROUGH GEOMETRY. I FAILD ONCE AND IT FEELS LIKE HELL AND YOU’RE MAKING IT WORSE

27: A description of the girl/boy I like- An angel blue eyes blonde hair. This angel came from Hell.

28: A description of the person I dislike the most- Ginger

29: A reason I've lied to a friend- surprise them, spare feelings

30: What I hate the most about work/school- Your child ran and fell. We have wet floor signs posted everywhere. How the fuck is this my fault. THE FUCK DO YOU WANT ME TO DO, PICK HIM UP??? IM MANING THE REGISTER

31: What my last text message says- Me too

32: What words upset me the most- I don’t love you

33: What words make me feel the best about myself- Nice, caring, loved, infatuated

34: What I find attractive in women- Just them in general. I like feminine traits in general.

35: What I find attractive in men- feminine traits

36: Where I would like to live- A farm, maybe an open area. I want to settle down some place without worry. Just with the one person I love.

37: One of my insecurities- my body

38: My childhood career choice- Solder in the military

39: My favorite ice cream flavor- Ferraro if that counts

40: Who I wish I could be- Hamilton

41: Where I want to be right now- Home wherever home is I know grey will be there

42: The last thing I ate- Fries

43: Sexiest person that comes to my mind immediately- Grey Grey Grey

44: A random fact about anything- So the best part about Black ops in it’s entirely is the game mode Zombies. They gave it so much fucking more and I love it. I miss the original game from BO4 and before. I cried at the ending because I have known these characters since I was 4 and could pick up the controller even if I wasn’t good at all. My memories are filled with them. So anyways the entire world started with the Keepers. There were two in particular. Dr Monty and the shadow man. The shadow man started to fall into darkness that being the dark aether. He lead other keepers to be consumed by the dark aether turning them into Apothocans and Dr Monty had to stop their quest for power and so that lead ti the Great War against keepers and Apothocans. The keepers won and banished the Apothocans into the Dark aether seeking them away from the outside world forever but there were still holes in the dimension. They sent an element through the multiverses that being element 115 which would corrupt man with long term exposure….. This is only the beginning. There’s too much to cover.

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The "Standardization" Policy of combat aircraft used in the United States Armed Forces

Fernando Valduga By Fernando Valduga 11/27/2022 - 8:00 PM in History, Military

The standardization in relation to the model of combat aircraft to be acquired, together, by the three branches that simultaneously employ this type of equipment (the American Air Force - USAF; the Navy - US Navy; and the Marine Corps - USMC) has historically always been a (difficult) goal to be pursued.

Although there is no completely multipurpose aircraft (as it has been proven with the relative disaster regarding the attempt to produce, in Europe, a "Multirole Combat Aircraft - MRCA" that gave rise to the Tornado), at least a necessary standardization (for equivalent missions) is sought between the different operators of the aircraft.

PANAVIA Tornado, which was born from the European MRCA project.

This time, using the same military aircraft concomitantly in the three forces means an indisputable economy of scale (reducing the final unit cost of each aircraft and maintenance), also representing a greater efficiency in the stock of spare parts, training of pilots and ground teams, among other numerous advantages.

The difficulty, however, lies in the fact that it is very difficult to make the same aircraft (and, therefore, a single aeronautical project) able (albeit with some adaptations) to meet (fully) the operational requirements of each force, fulfilling, with maximum efficiency, the different parameters (and the very expectations of combative performance) required by the air force, marine on board (

One of the greatest icons of hunting aviation, the venerable McDonnell Douglas F-4 Phantom II, was one of the "standard" aircraft (although in different versions) used by the three main branches of the American armed forces (photos above).

The same can be said, - despite all the numerous criticisms -, in relation to the Lockheed Martin F-35 Lightning II project, which, employed in specific versions (F-35A in USAF; F-35B, with V/STOL capacity, in the USMC; and F-35C, with reinforced landing gear and other specificities, in the Navy), has been promoting a different (and customized) versions.

The Joint Strike Fighter project and its three variants of the F-35.

However, in the late 1960s, with the failure of General Dynamics F-111 (simply refused by the embed Navy, in its naval version F-111B, despite the production and delivery of more than five hundred units, in different versions, to the USAF), the Pentagon issued orders for the achievement of two ambitious projects: a fighter of air superiority (to serve

F-111B in tests with the US Navy.

F-111F of the US Air Force.

The original idea would be for a single aircraft (winning a cost and performance competition) of each class to be selected for all branches of the US armed forces.

In the first category, although the McDonnell Douglas F-15 Eagle made its first flight only in 1972 (practically two years after the Grumman F-14 Tomcat), there was, without much effort, its primacy over the opponent, since it would gain superior performance (maximum speed of Mach 2.5 and thrust-weight ratio of 1:1 compared to the Tomcat, with maximum speed of Mach

An F-14 and an F-15 escort a Russian Tu-95.

The advanced (and innovative) wing technology (designed on the structure of a prehistoric bird) also gave the F-15 a much more advanced design on Grumman's (less innovative) solution, which adopted in the F-14 wings of variable geometry (already experienced in its previous design, the F-111), with its complex corresponding system, implying a much more expensive maintenance and also Still, a political decision (avoiding the possible bankruptcy of Grumman, which was, in the certainty of producing, - employing the previous experience of the F-111 of General Dynamics, an unparalleled fighter -, invested own money, far beyond the resources made available for the development of the aircraft) was conveniently transformed into technical arguments:

“The U.S. Navy's effort to replace the F-4 Phantom II was tortuous. The F-111B, with its weight that kept increasing and excessive complexity, failed, and, in the early 1970s, its possible successor, the nascent F-14, was also facing problems. (...)

Conceptual art of the F-15N "Seagull".

McDonnell Douglas entered the scene offering the F-15N, based on its F-15A, which, at the time, had not even flown yet. It had a lot in his favor, being a simpler design than the F-14, with better engines (...), in addition to better performance and price. However, technical issues were conveniently raised, such as adding a heavy naval landing gear, folding wings to occupy less space on the deck (...)” (McDonnell Douglas F-15: The Others)

Navy authorities themselves also saw in the Eagle a higher pilotage and did not wish to have a less capable fighter than the one that would enter service in the Air Force.

The solution came with the development of a long-range missile derived from the AIM-47 Falcon (originally designed for the Lockheed YF-12 interceptor) and which gave rise to the very modern AIM-54 Phoenix, which, coupled with a powerful AN/AWG-9 target acquisition radar, would become a weapon system that would allow it to match, in the end, the performance of

Still, McDonnell Douglas insisted on a version called Sea Eagle, which, using the same system, would turn the F-15A into an unparalleled naval fighter, with McDonnell Douglas engineers proposing to discard the F-14A's AN/AWG-9 radar in exchange for a modified version of the F-15A radar AN/APG-63, adjusted to work with the Phoenix missile However, the Navy was compelled to move forward with Tomcat.

Later, the fact that Russians and Chinese subsequently successfully adapted the Flanker to the structure of an aircraft carrier clearly demonstrates that the concept of the Sea Eagle was unequivocally superior to the F-14A platform.

In the LWF (Lightweight Fighter) program, two models also competed, the General Dynamics YF-16 Fighting Falcon and the Northrop YF-17 Cobra.

The fighters of the LWF, YF-16 and YF-17 program.

The General Dynamics project quickly showed its technical superiority (and economy, since it used the same engines as the F-15A Eagle: the Pratt & Whitney F100), including winning international competition for part of NATO countries, the so-called "Contract of the Century" in 1974, allowing the USAF to also adopt it immediately.

However, the Navy (and, in part, the Marine Corps), claiming the General Dynamics aircraft to be single-engine, defended the point of view that it did not meet the safety requirements for employment in aircraft carriers. The argument was not new and, in many ways, was also poor, since the Navy had already been using aircraft equipped with a single engine, such as the Vought F-8 Crusader, the Vought A-7 Corsair and the McDonnell Douglas A-4 Skyhawk, among others.

Prototype of the F-18 Hornet.

Once again, in the face of the clear inferiority of performance of the YF-17 Cobra, it was opted for an expensive "third option", through the development of a new platform, based on the Cobra, which gave rise to the McDonnell Douglas F-18A Hornet (and, later, its more capable version F-18E/F Super Hornet). Such absence of standardization was calculated, in values of the time, in a loss to the Pentagon of more than US$ 1 billion only with regard to the amount of the acquisition cost of the aircraft.

The policy of standardization of equipment between the operating forces, therefore, is an orientation that imposes itself, and it is also certain that the complementation of more complex and sophisticated fighters by simpler and more economical models (both in terms of acquisition cost and maintenance and operational availability).

It is also a natural determination for all the armed forces in the world, which is why the USAF pursued, for the 21st century, two different 5th generation (Stealth) fighter fighters, the sophisticated and most capable Lockheed Martin F-22 Raptor in combination with the simplest and least expensive Lockheed Martin F-35 Lightning II, being copied, in this policy,

Reis Friede - Professor Emeritus of the School of Command and Chief of the Army (ECEME), Honorary Professor of the School of Command and General Staff of Aeronautics (ECEMAR), Professor Emeritus of the School of Improvement of Army Officers (EsAO) and Special Lecturer of the School of War (ESG).

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I want to do full review of Hellpoint but for now:

I like this game a lot and I do recommend it, especially if you enjoy Dark Souls-type of games!

The world is pretty expansive and gives the player a fair bit of choice when exploring for different areas. The areas even loop back to previous biomes you been through. The levels look pretty solid too, and the atmosphere is really nice for invoking some spookiness or awe feelings. There are loading screens between biomes unfortunately, but I cut the devs slack on that one.

Combat offers a lot of weapons and chip choices for your weapons to give you a lot of freedom. The weapons themselves can be leveled up for more perks and special skills even and the chips can be leveled up for more damage. The game DOES force you to use a melee weapon, since melee strikes are the only way to gain back energy(which basically magic) and your health charges for your healing item. In way its kinda like in Hollowknight, which I do enjoy.

That being said it is a much easier game than most imo. Guns do feel a bit stronger than they should and leveling up chips can give you some nasty damage for little cost. Breaches(this game’s bonfire) heal you and do not respawn enemies. This is “kinda” balanced out by the fact they do not refill your energy health charges. Enemies do respawn if enough time passes or if you go into new area, so you would have to inevitably complete area or refight the enemies again.

Speaking of enemies, there really is not a big enough variety imo. It is especially bad with bosses, most of the bosses you fight are bigger versions of the same enemies you face throughout the game with maybe additional attacks. I am really not a fan, I can understand why, but I wish they would at least give them altered models.

The game is also kinda buggy. Most of the time its just going to be your raggdoll spazzing out on death, getting kinda caught in geometry or an enemy spinning in place. There was a more serious one where I got locked out from doing a specific ending due to an npc just respawning back into his original space, restarting the whole quest again. Not to mention that there is a skill that just does not seemingly work at all.

Also you can’t customize your character’s face for some reason. That COULD be lore reason, but not being able to customized your character in a souls style game with multiplayer in it feels so wrong.

Despite all that, I do feel that most of the combat, flexibility of weapons, and overrall world design is pretty great still. Especially for the price 35 USD on Steam and GoG. I personally think its worth it, but its totally fair to wait on sale.

There’s also demo of it called “Hellpoint: The Thespian’s Feast” on both sites. Yes, it IS a sequel in a sense, but its more of a new character investigating saying, “What happened here?” while the main game shows “What happened”. I think the demo does decent job at what to expect from the game, minus the multiplayer stuff such as messages.

So, play Hellpoint!

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Several Proofs of the Angle Sum Property: the sum of the angles of a Triangle is 180°

The birth of a True Equilateral Triangle from Isosceles parents is the subject of rejoicing in our country from many furlongs around.Edwin Abbott Welcome to the blog Math1089 – Mathematics for All. There exist several types of triangles, each characterized by three angles. While the specific angles may vary, there is a consistent relationship among them. This is encapsulated in the Angle Sum…

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horrorphase · 1 month ago

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ꜜ ﹙ ⚰️ ﹚ ﹕ there was something here that always vaguely reminded him of home, perhaps the faint smell of detergent and burnt dust, or maybe it was the fact that time always felt slower in silver coin⸻ like it got stuck in the lint trap and couldn't quite move on. but no matter what it was, it helped him focus on his thoughts, on the smaller details of the murder board on his mind, as he waited for his laundry to finish. and there he was, sprawled across the mismatched plastic chairs, the angles of his lanky frame defying the furniture's attempts at geometry while a one-eyed cat was perched on his chest ﹕ its remaining eye half-closed, rumbling purr vibrating through kieran's ribs, as though the feline was better at finding peace than he could ever hope to be under the fluorescent bulb and its dull arrhythmic buzz. and balanced on his knee was a battered journal, spine barely clinging to life under layers of duct tape⸻ pen scratching faintly across the page, the numbers tumbling out of him with a compulsive rhythm, a cipher meant to be an extra layer of secrecy to keep his thoughts always only just for himself. 32 66 48 67 57 66 35 85 24 65 36 68 56 24 67 53 78 56 28 34 63 68 57 56 67 63 78 57 46 45 34 66 44 65 54 55 69 77 47 44 53 78 46 36 38 64 68 77 47 45 36 68 77 47 77 55 69. and on the edges, doodles of the one-eyed cat and two stick figures. but the scratching of pen on paper paused as soon as he heard jubilee's melodic plea cut through the low industrial hum of the laundromat, tilting his head toward them. and wordlessly, kieran sat up a little and dipped a hand into the pocket of his black threadbare hoodie ﹕ cat sliding off his chest and into his lap with an indignant yowl. “ here. ” he said, holding out a few quarters, a crumpled receipt, and a rogue peppermint, more than they had asked for. then almost instantly, kieran felt the urge of a conversation. to not let that be the end of a fleeting encounter. to pick at jubilee's brain. but kieran was never the best at talking ﹕ only knew how to fill the silence sideways and utterly devoid of finesse. and of course, he was going to bring up the disappearance, the murder, this web that was spun before anyone could notice. “ so, what's your take in all this ? ” he asked, tone flat but weighted. he didn't need to explain what this was⸻ not when there was so little he could possibly be talking about. daniela missing for two months now, alaina price gutted and the walls of her home painted with her blood, bronte's possible involvement with daniela's disappearance, and now greer's face plastered on every bulletin board from here to the interstate. “ doesn't really seem like a sunshine kind of time, does it ? ” he added, voice a little quieter, almost to himself, before looking out the storefront windows ﹕ the days were getting shorter now, darkness always encroaching sooner than they realized.

[ open starter ; starring ... jubilee jackson ] [ setting ; silver coin laundromat ]

it's very rare for jubilee to not have at least a soft smile on their face. their name is literally jubilee. they're a walking ray of sunshine for the most part.

at the moment, she's pissed. her brows knit together, and a scowl on her face as her manicured nails pluck out the silver coins in her light washed jeans pocket. arguably, jubilee hasn't carried cash, let alone coins, for what feels like years at this point. in their defense, they never thought the washer and dryer they got off facebook marketplace three years ago would suddenly die on them and they'd be forced to go to a laundromat.

she counts the coins softly to herself, taking a deep breath when it hits her; she's a single quarter short. jubilee scratches the back of her neck as she looks down at the basket of clothes near her boots, contemplating washing them in her sink just for a moment before looking up and around.

"hey friend," jubilee sings at the other patron in the laundromat, giving them a charming smile and raise of her thick brows. "you got a quarter i could barrow? i'll pay you back with interest. pinky promise."

#↷ kieran talbot ﹙ threads ﹚#pumiila #assuming they know each other bc every time theres a horror double feature @ polaris u best believe kieran is there #dont match length ... he has 20 inner monologues going on at all times

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rainbepourin · 3 years ago

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Get to know me tag ✨💜💜

Thank you for tagging me my cute @palpalopaloma i loved doing this! It was so fun!!

I loved reading your answers too ^^

I'll tag @starlightindeepestnight @hey-itsmina @svgahigh @namjinlovebot @poweredbycreativityandcake @mean-sugar

Questions under the cut to make the post shorter

1. when is your birthday?

May 22nd 1993

2. what is your favorite color?

Black and beige.

3. what is your lucky number?

4. how tall are you?

about 1.75 m

5. how many pairs of shoes do you own?

no idea... about 10 probably

6. favorite song?

depends on the genre... wheel of time - blind guardin is a favourite. the jeweller’s hands - arctic monkeys is another favourite. Tomorrow - bts another favourite.

7. favorite movie?

LOTR , V for vendetta, Interstellar

8. what would be your ideal partner?

Someone i respect that loves me a lot.

9. do you want children?

Yeah, actually. (i’ve even thought up names xD)

10. have you gotten in trouble with the law?

11. what color socks are you wearing?

Black with a red rose on each one.

12. bath or shower?

Shower.

13. favorite kind of music?

it keeps changing. i’ve liked music in all genres.

14. how many pillows do you sleep on?

15. what position to you sleep in?

On my right side.

16. what don't you like when you're sleeping?

Light and noise. Has to be completely dark and mostly silent.

17. what do you eat for breakfast?

I don’t eat breakfast. i eat when i get home from work (~18:30-19:00) . Sometimes on the weekends i might have a pastry like a croissant or something.

18. have you ever tried archery?

Nope.

19. what are your favorite fruits?

Oranges, strawberries, pineapples.

20. favorite swear word?

μαλακιστηρι.

21. do you have any scars?

yeah... i have one on the side of my face cos the doctor that did my mom’s c-section cut my head too by accident xD

22. are you a good liar?

I don’t know. probably.

23. what is your personality type?

Don’t know. Lazy, avoidant and bitchy.

24. what is your favorite type of girl?

i relate most to women who don’t feel the need to come across as perfect sweet princesses all the time. women who will show their anger and their fear etc.

25. right or left handed?

Right.

26. favorite food?

my mom’s chicken soup.

27. are you clean or messy?

Clean but lazy.

28. favorite foreign food?

i haven’t had much foreign food. whenever we order asian food, i always get kappa maki. does that count? i haven’t tried anything else :(

29. how long does it take you to get ready?

If i’ve already decided what i’m gonna wear, i’m good in ten minutes. if i have to decide what to wear, i need an hour (because i check everything in the mirror and everything makes me look bad and i spiral into a crying fat shaming mess)

30. most used phrase?

καλα να ειμαστε.

31. are you a good singer?

i DO suck.

32. do you sing to yourself?

Literally every chance i get. i love singing. not one day goes by that i don’t spend a full hour at minimum just singing.

33. biggest fear?

If i talk about it, i will freak myself out.

34. do you like short or long hair?

Long.

35. are you into gossip?

I don’t do it myself, but i do love when other people bring the gossip TO me.

36. extrovert or introvert?

Introvert.

37. favorite school subject?

Geometry, algebra and biology.

38. what makes you nervous?

things that are, things that were and things that have not yet come to pass.

20. who was ur first real crush?

i had a crush on Johnny Depp before i even knew what a crush was supposed to be. i was a tiny baby and my parents were watching Sleepy Hollow and all i knew was that i wanted to keep looking at that one face.

Fun fact, i then forgot about it and watched POTC as a teenager and got a crush on Johnny Depp AGAIN without having any idea who he was. so I went through his filmography because i liked him as jack sparrow and i stumbled on Sleepy Hollow and i remembered him! i just. that was A Moment for me.

40. how many piercings do you have?

8, all on my ears.

41. how fast can you run?

Bold of you to assume i can run.

42. what makes you angry?

i agree with what @palpalopaloma said so i’ll leave it at that : “When people talk over me or they don't allow me to express myself, or when they assume things about me”

43. do you like your own name?

Not at all.

44. what are your weaknesses?

I’m lazy, stupid, unreliable.

45. what are your strengths?

I try to be fair.

46. what color is your bed spread?

Grey.

47. what color is your room?

White but there’s posters and jigsaw puzzles and drawings everywhere so you can barely see it.

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starlightinhumanform · 5 years ago

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Midas

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Ship: Romantic Loceit, Background Platonic Logincality

Summary: Greek myth tells of King Midas who could turn anything he touched to gold. Damian hates New Years but when his friends drag him to a party, he meets a man makes everything around him just a little better.

Warnings (in order of strength): A lot of drinking/alcohol mentions/partying (none underage), Mild language throughout, (please tell me if anything needs to be added)

Genre: Fluff, Mild Angst with a happy ending, Human (college) AU

A/N: Deceit’s name is Damian in this fic :) ALSO I know there’s quite a few younger kids in this fandom and if you’re reading this (first of all, hi I love you) please please PLEASE do not take this fic as an inspiration to abuse alcohol. Underaged drinking/partying can be extremely dangerous. Ok enough being serious!! I hope you enjoy! Love you all 🖤✨

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Damian wasn’t a fan of New Years. It shouldn’t mean anything- he knew that. It was just another random day; the fact that people liked to put special significance on it didn’t actually do anything.

But all the talk of new times got into his head, made him think. It made him think about how many things had changed- the friends he had lost, the goals he had once held dear now thrown away. It made him think about how little he had grown- the bitterness he held onto, the stagnation that had settled across him. He was in his third year of grad-school; soon he would be shoved out into the real world with no academic purpose to shelter him.

“New Year, New Me.” Damian didn’t even know who he was.

If there was one thing he hated more than New Years, it was New Years parties. He would go so far as to say the things were the bane of his existence. The music was bad, people got loud and overly exuberant, and strobe lights were used were used far more than ever reasonable. Alcohol always floated around with disturbing prevalence. He hated how fuzzy it made his head- throwing off his balance and slowing his thoughts- but at least it made the party easier to handle.

Damian threw back a shot of cheap, bight blue tequila and winced as it hit the back of his throat. Disgusting. Just because he was trying to get drunk didn’t mean he lacked class.

He set the glass down on a table behind him so he could pretend he hadn’t touched the repulsive thing. He was sitting on a sofa tucked against the back corner of a living room in a house he had never been to before. Next to him, someone was already passed out. They would be starting their new year with a killer hangover.

Across the room, he could see the friends who had dragged him to the houseparty. Roman and Patton were dancing in a crowd of other students, broad grins painted across both of their faces. At least they were happy.

A young man weaved his way through the crowd and threw himself onto the sofa next to Damian with a mixture of disdain and defeat. Damian had seen him around a few times; they had a philosophy class together the last semester. What was his name? Lucas? Landon? Bradon?

“Hey,” Lu-nd-on elbowed him in the side, “You want some champagne?”

Damian raised an eyebrow as he turned to face the man, “Excuse me?”

He pulled a bottle of champagne from somewhere in his coat. The gold foil at the top was already ripped away and he popped the cork off with ease, taking a swig before offering it.

Damian tried not to stare incredulously, but it was a difficult task when his brain was short-circuiting, “Did you just drink out of a champagne bottle like it was a beer?”

“Sure. Why not.”

Damian reached out hesitantly to take the bottle. He was beginning to doubt that this actually was the guy he had shared a class with. That one looked like the type who wouldn’t have been caught dead at a party. The only similarity was the way they dressed- round wireframe glasses, a corduroy jacket over a black button down, and black skinny jeans. His hair- dark brown and pulled into a long ponytail- was the same too.

“Did- did we have a class together?” He took a drink. It was good- expensively good.

“Historical philosophy. You probably don’t remember me- my name’s Logan. You’re Damian, right?”

“Yep. I hear I’m kind of hard to forget,” Damian waved his hand at the dark red birthmark that stretched messily across the left side of his face.

“No. Well, yes. That is, I remember you for a different reason.”

Logan stared at him like he was supposed to understand what that meant. Damian stared back, hoping to convey the fact that he, in no way, understood what was going on.

“So, uh,” Damian searched for something to keep the conversation going, “can I ask about the champagne?”

“You’re asking why I have it?”

Damian nodded, “I am, yeah. Also why you pulled it out of your jacket?”

“As for the first question: people seem to have made a tradition out of getting wasted on New Years Eve and I decided to join them this year.”

Damian had never heard someone speak so matter of factly about getting drunk. He shook his head, laughing, “So you bought an entire bottle of champagne? There are easier methods, you know that right?”

“If you’re referring to the blue monstrosity everyone keeps offering, please know that I’m not a heathen.”

“Oh, so you tried one of those awful things too?”

Logan rolled his eyes with a ruthful smile, “I may have made that mistake.”

Damian handed the bottle back to Logan who took another drink before locking his gaze on Damian’s eyes. He stared like there was a problem in them and he just couldn’t figure out how to solve it. Damian was used to people staring, but not like this. Usually, they would take one look at him and their eyes would glaze over. Whatever the conversation might be, they would always be partially focused on the splatters some god had painted on his face long before he had a say in the matter. It wasn’t that Damian disliked his birthmark. He just hated the way people always saw it instead of him.

But Logan. He was looking at him. Into him, through him. He had no idea what to do with that.

Damian laughed nervously, “What are you looking at?”

Logan cleared his throat and stared out into the crowd, “Anyways I had it in my jacket because these people are all animals and I’d prefer they didn’t rob me of my 35 dollar champagne.”

Logan had handed him the bottle back and Damian choked on the mouthful he had been trying to drink, “I’m sorry, what? So let me get this right: you bought a champagne bottle which is worth more than I usually spend on food for a week. And now you are sharing it with me of all people?”

“Why not you of all people?”

Logan was staring at him again like answers to all of these riddles were obvious.

Damian blinked back, feeling more lost than he had in years. Even that stupid Advanced Geometry course he had decided to take in his freshman year hadn’t screwed him over this badly. Maybe the alcohol was finally getting to him. It would explain why he couldn’t hold a single coherent thought and why he was so hypnotized by the pale freckles that dusted Logan’s nose and cheekbones. They were so light they nearly melted into his skin and seemed to be phasing in and out off existence as the dim lighting played against Logan’s face. He had never noticed them before. Then again, he had never gotten this close before. It was a shame; Logan was mesmerizing. Damian wished he could get closer.

“So what are you going to do after we get out of here?”

It took Damian a moment to realize Logan was asking about a career and not what he would be doing after the party once they left- apparently together. That would have been strange; it was weird his brain even jumped to that conclusion. Maybe he should stop drinking that damn champagne.

He sighed as his mind returned to the actual question. He wanted to make something up, hide behind a lie of certainty and determination. But it was too much work to weave that fabrication together. Especially on the spot. Especially with how his head was feeling. Especially in front of Logan. He hung his head, “Honestly I have no clue. I’ve always been interested in social sciences but beyond that... no plan, no clue.”

A beat of silence played out between them.

“So what about you?” The forced brightness in his voice tasted fake and bitter in his mouth.

“I want to teach sciences,” Logan’s eyes glittered.

“A college professor, huh? I could definitely see it,” Logan handed him the bottle and Damian threw yet another swallow back. Didn’t he say he was going to stop?

“High school level, actually.”

“Really? That doesn’t seem-“ Damian pointed at the champagne bottle in an attempt to remind Logan of what a bougie, extra bitch he was, “ -sophisticated enough for you.”

Logan shrugged, “I kind of have a fascination with high schoolers-“

“Ok, that’s creepy.”

“Not like that! I mean the culture, the slang, the way it’s its own little society interacting within a larger one!” Logan’s face had split into a grin as he talked, waving his hands excitedly.

Damian didn’t even resist urge to smile back. Seeing Logan like this, well, there was something contagious about it. He couldn’t help but feel slightly in awe of the passion he saw in Logan, “You really like this stuff, don’t you?”

Logan nodded vigorously, “Do you know the new word high schoolers today have invented and are using?”

“Hmm?” Damian prompted. Anything to keep Logan talking like this. Damian wasn’t sure why he wanted to keep Logan talking. It had something to do with the way warmth was spreading out from his core in a way that was far gentler than anything drinks could do.

“Yeet.”

In the adjoining room Damian could see two groups standing on opposite tables chanting “Yeet, Yeet, Yeet, Yeet” as they tossed a smaller student (who looked like they were having the time of their life) back and forth.

“Uhh, I think college kids use that too,” Damian didn’t want to burst Logan’s bubble but he felt like he was losing his mind. At any moment he was going to start cackling.

Logan paused, giving him a pointed stare, “Maybe you do.”

Damian broke. He collapsed forward, glad he had handed the bottle back as he wrapped his arms around his shaking body. He could hardly breathe but he couldn’t stop laughing either. His head was light and buzzing warmly. It wasn’t necessarily a bad feeling, but as tears started streaming out of his eyes, he knew he was officially drunk. Who gave a shit? That had been his goal, right?

He fell all the way down, letting his head land on Logan’s knee. He still couldn’t stop laughing even though it had developed solely into wheezes at that point.

Damian felt a hesitant hand tap on his back before actually settling there, “Are you ok?”

Damian sat up and wiped away the tears that had gathered at the corners of his eyes, “Bro, you’re so judgmental.”

Logan’s face shifted from concern into a scowl, “Oh. Sorry.”

The heavy bass of whatever song was playing took over the space between them. Damian kept thinking about destroying that gap. All he would have to do would be lean over, rest himself against Logan, maybe fall asleep. Maybe it was the overpriced buzz in his head talking, but he felt safe around Logan.

Out of the blue, Logan stood up, adjusting the hem of his jacket as he turned to face Damian, “Well, I won’t be bothering you anymore. Maybe I’ll see you around campus sometime. You can finish that if you want.”

Damian looked down by his feet where Logan was pointing to the champagne bottle, “Wait, I don’t understand. You’re leaving? Where?”

Logan glanced around, looking anywhere but Damian’s face. Damian was used to that but this felt different. Logan was different. At least under usual circumstances, he knew why people so adamantly refused to acknowledge his existence. He made them uncomfortable; he didn’t like it, but he got it. Here, he was absolutely clueless.

Logan finally managed to make eye contact. He was trying for a smile but as an expert liar, Damian could see straight through to the grimace beneath, “Oh, I’m sure I’ll find someone else who will tolerate my presence for a few moments.”

“Hey,” Damian acted on impulse. After all, Logan’s hand was just hanging there. It was far too empty. And at the moment, reaching forward to grab Logan’s wrist was Damian’s only way to insure that Logan wouldn’t walk away. He knew Logan was a smart guy and would probably see his honeyed whines as deception, but he had to try, “You’re really just going to get me drunk and then ditch me? Who knows what could happen?”

Logan’s eyebrows creased but he didn’t say anything. He looked like he was in pain, eyes sharp and teeth clenched behind a grimace. It was enough to make Damian drop his hand.

“Logan, it’s entirely your choice but if you would like to stay with me, I would enjoy that very much,” Truth wasn’t his strong suit, but he figured it was worth a try.

Logan squinted at him, confused or at least doubtful, “I thought you disliked my judgmental attitude.”

Damian groaned, “Dude... I didn’t mean it like that. I thought it was funny. I think you’re funny.”

“Oh,” Logan looked like he was having a hard time processing Damian’s words. It made him wonder just how many of those tequila shots Logan had thrown back before walking over. He had to be drunk. It was the only way to explain why he was acting so strange.

Damian reached out again and slowly pulled Logan back. He was hesitant but didn’t resist. Logan sat down next to Damian as if he didn’t understand his own actions. His eyes picked Damian apart like he was looking for the fine print.

“You’re sure you don’t mind me?” Logan’s expression was completely open. He was looking for the truth and Damian didn’t think he’d be able to lie if he wanted to. It was a good thing he didn’t need to.

He smiled, “Yeah, I’m sure.”

“Oh. Ok,” Logan settled back into the couch but his eyebrows were still weaved together. Apparently his programs finished running because he suddenly turned to Damian, grinning brightly, “I’m glad.”

Damian smiled back. He was happy to see Logan with that sparkle back, if a little confused as to how he had caused it, “You’re glad... I don’t mind you?”

Logan nodded, “Some people think I’m a little strange.”

“Yeah, I get that,” Damian winced and tried to rush out his next words, “Not, like, I think you’re strange- I think you’re really cool. I just mean people think I’m strange too.”

Damian swore he could map constellations in the stars floating in Logan’s eyes, “You think I’m cool?”

He shrugged, “I mean, yeah. You always seem to have it all together and you have determination and goals and it’s so obvious that you’re going to reach them. That passion is rare to see any more. I mean, I don’t have any of that. You don’t know how much I looked up to you in that class.”

Logan blinked at him like a deer in headlights for a moment before he began frowning, “But you’re incorrect.”

Damian looked up from where had been trying to see how much champagne was left in the bottle, “What do you mean?”

“You obviously have passion. You always had points to bring up during discussions and it was clear you had deep interest in the topics. You don’t know how in awe of you I was. You always found the least likely angle to take and still managed to make a convincing argument,” Logan took the bottle out of Damian’s frozen hands and took a drink, “It was art.”

Damian opened his mouth but all memory of speech had escape him. He looked away, trying to find something safe to stare at while he tried to gather his thoughts. His head was full of fragments, dulled glass shards that floated through fog and bumped against the edges of his mind. It hurt to try to put them all back together into one piece.

So Logan had noticed him in that class. And had remembered him; quite clearly it seemed. Except the way he was talking... nobody had ever spoken to Damian that way before. He was tempted to ask Logan if he had mistaken him for someone else.

He found his eyes wandering down to the space between them. More accurately, he was staring at how little space there was between them. When Logan had sat down the second time, he had done so right next to Damian. Like, right next to him. Now their legs were pressed together, hips and knees bumping together every time one of them shifted. Damian marveled at the fact that he hadn’t noticed before.

“Damian?” He looked up into Logan’s concerned face. God, they were so close, “Are you ok? Your eyes kinda glazed over.”

Damian laughed. It sounded breathy and far away, “Yeah, I’m good.”

From another room, someone started yelling, “LAST 15 MINUTES OF THE YEAR!!”

Logan squinted down at his watch before glaring in the direction of the voice, “There’s only five minutes left.”

Damian chuckled, watching the lines of Logan’s frown as he grimaced at the sea of people around them. There was something endearing about the blunt disdain Logan had for the idiots around them. It was nice to know he didn’t fit into that group, that he had- by some miracle- managed to fit into Logan’s bubble.

“So... you usually celebrate New Years like this?” Logan had suddenly become quite fidgety, wringing his hands in his lap. Damian tried to ignore it. He was having a hard enough time working on his own thoughts; he couldn’t even begin picking apart Logan’s thoughts.

Damian shook his head, “You mean a party? Nah, I usually don’t even celebrate. What about you?”

“Same. I don’t generally go to parties at all.”

Ah, so Damian’s original impression had been correct, “So what are you doing here?”

“I could ask you the same thing,” Logan deftly avoided the question with a smirk. Damn, he was good at this.

Damian rolled his eyes, “Some friends dragged me here. Now you tell me what a straight-laced nerd like you is doing in a place like this.”

Logan snorted, “Don’t remember the last time anyone described me as straight- anything.”

“What?”

Damian wanted to shake his head like a dog getting out of water. Maybe then, the pieces would fall into some sort of pattern he could recognize. So Logan wasn’t straight. Why did that make him so happy?

He ran his hands through his hair and tried to gain some composure, “Ok, so what is someone like you doing in a place like this?”

Logan looked out across the crowd, his mouth a tight line. On the other side of the room someone took a running start and flung themselves on a pool table that had currently been in use. The thing cracked in half.

“I was-,” Logan paused, hands tapping quickly against his leg, “-convinced.”

Damian raised an eyebrow, “I’ve never heard someone talk so ominously about going to a party; what is that even supposed to mean?”

Logan winced. His hands were doing full cardio now, clenching into fists over and over again, “I was told someone was going to be here. I just really wanted the chance to talk to him again.”

“But you’ve only talked to me.”

“Yes,” Logan gave him that stare again like Come on, dude, the puzzle pieces are right there- just put them together. He rubbed his eyes in his hands, “Maybe this was a mistake. I didn’t mean to get you drunk. I thought you’d still be able to figure out-“

Click.

Damian’s mouth fell, “Wait, I’m the one you wanted to talk to?”

Logan gave him a small smile. It was the first time Damian had seen him look unsure of himself, “Well, yeah.”

“Oh,” Damian’s head was swimming. He could have blamed it on the champagne or how late it was or the way the lighting had began strobing, flickering between bright neon shades. But he knew that wasn’t it. He couldn’t lie this time- not even to himself.

Logan’s eyes were wide, staring into Damian. Not into his eyes- him. It was unnerving in the best way possible. The shifting light played across his irises, making them every colour of the rainbow.

“Is that ok?”

Logan’s voice startled him back to the present. He had leaned forward, supposedly to be heard above the shouting that had started. Amongst all of the raised voices, Logan’s had only gotten lower. His breath played against Damian’s ear.

Damian looked up, startled slightly but smiling, “Yeah, yeah, that’s good. That’s great.”

Logan smiled, “Yeah? Great?”

He was definitely leaning forward.

Damian huffed out a sigh but smiled even wider, “Shut up. I’m pretty sure you’re drunk.”

Logan scoffed, “And you’re not? You’re a total lightweight.”

“Shut up.”

“TEN!”

The entire house shook as the ridiculous number of students began screaming in unison

“You know, it’s also tradition to kiss someone on New Years,” Logan looked infuriatingly smug.

“NINE!”

Damian usually hated this part, everyone around him creating one huge voice- everyone but him.

Damian raised an eyebrow, “Are you asking to kiss me?”

“EIGHT!”

What he always hated most was the way the entire world seemed to be celebrating- without him. The whole damn planet filled with joy for one tiny moment and he could never figure out why.

Logan smiled like the Cheshire Cat- except the Cheshire Cat had just won the lottery, “Maybe.”

“SEVEN!”

At this point, his heart rate usually would have been spiking, feeling the pressure of “new opportunities” pressing all their expectant eyes on him.

Damian laughed, “Did you come over to talk to me just so you could get a kiss tonight?”

“SIX!”

There was always a part of Damian that would scorn him for not being happy, question why he had turned out to be such a sad, useless lump while everyone else was happily looking forward to the future.

“No,” Logan set his jaw like a stubborn toddler, “I came over here to talk to you so I could get a kiss from you tonight.”

“FIVE!”

No matter what he did, the New Year would plague him. His whole apartment complex would rattle as chanting counted down. The first hours of the year would often find Damian wandering through empty streets, desperate to escape the celebration.

Logan slid his hand onto Damian’s knee, “So can I? Kiss you?”

“FOUR!”

The whole event was just one monstrous reminder. It was an ugly mar on the calendar that whispered Look at all the things you’ve ruined. Look at how far you’ve fallen. Look at how little your future holds.

Damian nodded dumbly. His heart was pounding in his ears.

“THREE!”

New Year made him think of his parents. He always put on a bright mask for them, feeding them lies of empty aspirations and opportunities that didn’t exist. How would they feel to know their son was barreling headfirst into a dead end?

Damian was learning he didn’t need alcohol; Logan was intoxicating enough. The shine in his eyes, the self-satisfied tug to his lips, the way he kept getting closer and closer- it made Damian’s thoughts slow to a halt and everything around him lose focus.

“TWO!”

Every year, the day after would be exactly like the day before. Everyone else seemed to be determined to make themselves better. As much as he searched, Damian could never find the ways to change. New Years was usually taunting, reminding him that he would always be broken and would never be able to fix himself.

Logan’s hands played across his chest, smoothed over his shoulder, ran through his hair. His eyes found Damian’s soul. Damian couldn’t remember how to breathe.

“ONE!!”

Damian had always hated New Years.

Logan leaned all the way forward and his lips were on Damian’s. It was deeper than Damian was expecting, both of their mouths slightly open. Logan kept surging forward with his whole body, destroying the few inches left between them. Damian happily followed his lead, mindlessly falling into synchronous rhythm as Logan kept moving his lips. Except it wasn’t just his lips; Logan kissed with his whole body. He leaned against Damian and his hands were always roaming, leaving little touches as they danced over Damian’s body.

Sure, Damian had kissed other guys before. But he was pretty sure this was the first time anyone had kissed him.

One of Logan’s hands found its way to Damian’s face. His fingers tapped lightly across his birthmark. Damian remembered the kids who stared without shame, the eyes that would dart away as soon as they saw him, the way he could never hold a conversation without his birthmark joining as an unwanted guest star. Logan hadn’t done any of that. Damian had no words to describe what that man was but he liked it.

Damian broke away, completely out of breath. He had no idea how long they had been kissing- it could have been hours for all he knew- but his lungs didn’t have the same luxury of losing track.

Logan’s chest was heaving as it pressed against Damian’s side. His eyes were wide and glazed, staring a million miles away.

“Hey, Logan?”

Logan’s eyes regained their sharp focus. He smiled brightly, “I’ve been wanting to do that for a while now.”

“You’re a dork. But really,” Damian sighed, “thank you.”

Logan gave him a puzzled smile, “What for?”

“I’m pretty sure this is the first New Year I’ve ever actually enjoyed,” Damian snuggled himself closer to Logan, smiling when he felt an arm wrap around his shoulders.

Logan spoke with measured, careful words, “If you like, we could, you know, make our own New Years tradition out of this.”

Damian could feel his eyelids falling and rising every time he blinked like the great velvet currents of a theatre. They were heavy and he was warm and his head was a vague haze. He yawned widely and wrapped his arms around Logan’s waist, “I don’t think we have to wait until New Year to do this again.”

He fell asleep listening to Logan stuttering out some happy response. Maybe New Years wasn’t so bad.

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stories from the tmacraft vault: the actual stranger (not the podcast one)

we have a java minecraft server, this much is clear. it had been open for a few months using a third party hosting service, until several severe issues regarding backups and the lack of them caused us to lose massive amounts of work. eventually we decided to switch to a new service, and until we could get our old server data back, we would play on an interim server. we went with a skyblock preset, and played there for a month.

after so long away from magcraft that I literally dreamed about it, our server was open again, with a new ip address - the same one as we used for skyblock. its important to note that we didnt have a whitelist at the time, and shared our in game names in a discord channel as a courtesy.

and then, on the evening of August 6, 2020, at 7:25 PM EST, zia sends the fateful message.

a person we didnt know had logged onto our minecraft server, asked who we were, and said "yall got discord?". Gary, ever polite and kind, told the stranger we were from the tmacraft discord, and the stranger asked for an invite code. upon further questioning, the stranger revealed this server "used to be [theirs]". they then disconnected, after only a few minutes.

our server has two admins, sphor and quin. unfortunately for us, sphor was expected to be busy until 9 PM EST, and quin was unable to access minecraft due to being on data at the time. however, on discord, quin encouraged players to tell the stranger to leave.

at 7:28 pm est, the stranger returned, despite us trying to make it clear the first time around that they weren't welcome. the second visit consisted of them mostly wandering around the shopping district (which is centered around spawn). we took the opportunity to ask why they were here. they explained they used to have this server, and when asked why they were there, they said they "didnt know" and that they just wanted to look at their old minecraft worlds. upon questioning they denied having a twitter or tumblr account, but reiterated that they had and used discord. in the shopping district, the stranger found our beloved slime ur mom, and the valiant hero gary bonked them away with an enchanted stick, prompting the poetic response of "bruh". then the stranger got launched into the vast thousands of blocks in the sky.

it was at this point we decided to have some fun with it, even if it was discomforting. coomo tried to recruit the stranger into the spiral. more weird stuff happened, including the stranger having connectivity issues and mentioning this to us casually as if we were all friends, and by 7:50 pm EST, the stranger had logged out.

dot happened to see where the stranger logged out - an spot in the shopping district - and genesis and sel decided to camp the location with good gear, in the event the stranger returned. after a while of waiting, they - along with the other players online, including octo, zia, coomo, gary, steph, and soozu - got bored, and a bored magcrafter is a dangerous thing.

we decided to intimidate the stranger into not returning, in the event they returned before admin intervention. gary and zia sent the ground in the area on fire; gary added eerie noteblocks underground that could be triggered with the press of a button. genesis scattered redstone dust all over the area, and blood soaked the clay earth of spawn once more. the remnants of a monstrous rib cage emerged from the earth, ivory spires. we perched there, like crows on power lines, or like vultures waiting for a wounded animal to die.

we decided to look intimidating, so we sourced a collection of salmon heads; some of which we wore, some of which we forced onto naked armor stands. we used the web's cursed book to twist them into unnatural shapes, impossible unknowable geometries, and set them to stand at each cardinal direction; guards to defend from the other.

outside of the server & during this time, I, genesis, did some research. the stranger's username had been owned by several other minecraft accounts previously, and was most active around 2014 in multiplayer competitive circles (ex. factions), and made a few forum posts here and there. the current account with the username - i.e. the stranger - had not had any past usernames, but there was no information on when the account had been created. a look at one of the other accounts with the username in its history suggested that the stranger's current account was created on or after early june 2019.

by 9:35 pm EST sphor had returned to learn what had happened and get in contact with support. notably, they added a whitelist, and that's where the story ends.

There are more mysteries than fact in this case. we dont know who they were, we dont know what they wanted. I'm inclined to believe them - I dont believe they lied, except perhaps for the strange comment they made about internet connection in "north america" (nobody from North America calls it that, in that way). to be honest, after the fact some of us were tempted to give that person our discord info, just to see what would have happened; however, I'm glad that never came to pass, because the safety of our servermates and friends is unfortunately more important than solving this mystery.

the stranger's username was redacted for their privacy; although we didnt get any contact info for them, I felt it best to be considerate. remember to like comment and subscribe and smash that bell for notifications every time I curse yall with another post

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