#BMW society

[rspoetry]

You are everything.

My first thought in the morning,

The first person that comes to mind when I’m watching the sunset.

You are the one I run to when things get rough,

When all my strength is gone and all I can do is crawl.

Crawl to you,

Always.

So give me something.

[post-modern-prometheus]

GUYS IM SO DRINK RN BUT FONT U THIDNJ THLIKE THEY COULD BE THE SAME PERPSN LIKE SIMILAR FONT TOO

[warriorprincesstramp]

"i mean at least you have memories with him. I was gone before I could have any, and.... now he's gone. and I guess I'll never have any" 😐😐😐😐😐😐😐

[twerkitmileyz3]

Short wheel clip

[unesco-bmw]

The Importance of a Healthy Neighborhood

Post by UNESCO BMW staff: Aziza

Human has always been creatures of conformation. We often tend to believe in whatever the majority says without questioning it much. This proves that what community we live in is a crucial and irreplaceable part of our both physical and mental wellness.

Let’s explore it even deeper. Neighborhoods are the places where our habits and interests are shaped, so it alters the way we act, think, live. Everything in our lives is a product of people and their traits surrounding us, and consequently, the community becomes one of the determinants of our health. For example, in a neighborhood, in which four out of every five families are into doing sports every day, the remaining ones also adapt to this trait in a considerably short amount of time. However, it can affect in an adverse way, as well: if there is no stimulus for promoting exercises among community members, not only ordinary people, but also even those who are taking up sports for several years can also surrender.

Additionally, it is not only sport traits that are supposed to be changed. Eating and drinking habits, crime levels, pollution and congestion, educational development among communities vary a lot; even they are situated in the same city or the state. Hence, the lifespan expectancy is heavily dependent on the community.

These trends can be shown in the US, for instance. A baby born just 4 miles away in the most affluent district of the same city is expected to live 25 years longer than the child born in the city's least favorable neighborhood. It can be explained by the fact that poorer neighborhoods typically have higher rates of crime, pollution, fast-food restaurants, and advertisements for alcohol and cigarette use. They also frequently lack secure spaces for children to play and exercise. High-poverty areas have a higher likelihood of having inadequate housing, which can put kids at risk for asthma, lead poisoning, as well as other health problems. The fact that children in underprivileged neighborhoods are more likely to attend failing schools and have less probability to be accepted to prestigious universities and work maybe less evident but just as significant because it can hinder social mobility—and consequently health—across generations.

Some evident reasons why community is the whole point:

 The more the fast food stores-> the fatter the people are

 The more the liquor stores -> the higher the level of alcohol consumption

 Access to recreational facilities -> the greater physical activity

 Early school programs -> increased readiness to school

 Effective social norms and “close-knit” community -> discouragement to bad habits in younger generation

All things considered, community is one of the key determinants that shape our lifestyle, mindset and morals, and consequently, our physical and mental wellness.

[puzzled-pegasus]

Do you ever just think about how awful it is to be a demigod before you know about it?

I've been thinking about it a lot lately. How much demigod kids and teenagers don't fit in with mortal society. Their mortal parents don't know what to do with them, even if they do care for them immensely. They are labeled as troublemakers, as bad kids, as mentally ill, as freaks and monsters who see things they shouldn't see and have an aversion to authority that they shouldn't have and a strong sense of justice and an inability to sit still, read, play, act, feel normally. Percy got in trouble for getting into fights, for speaking impulsively, he was mocked and spoken down to and expelled from lots of schools who couldn't handle him and he didn't know why until he was twelve years old. Sally wasn't able to tell him why.

Annabeth was the product of her father's relationship with a goddess, and he loved her for a while, but she wasn't a normal kid. When he fell in love with a mortal and Annabeth didn't get along with her or her kids, he chose the mortal side. How could he understand Annabeth's side? She was just a badly behaved kid, while his new wife and children were the normal good ones.

Jason always knew he was a demigod, he was accepted and praised and tons of expectations were placed on him from a frighteningly young age. Part of the reason the others resent him and see him as a sort of golden child is because he was placed on a pedestal and he will never, ever know what it was like for all of his friends to be looked down on as children, to be scolded for things they didn't understand and told that the things they saw and experienced constantly were not real.

Piper was always loved by her father but I think he loved the idea of her, he loved that she reminded him of the beautiful woman he met years ago. He was always kind to her and usually gave her things she wanted, but he couldn't always spend time with her as his job got busier. Piper sensed that her father's attention was occupied by something else, and as he got busier, she felt less supported and stole things and got in fights and her dad didn't know what to do with her after the BMW so she was sent to a troubled teen program where she was bullied for her disabilities and her race.

Leo feared his power because it killed the person he loved the most, and after that, everything in his life was hell. He didn't feel safe anywhere, he didn't have anyone he could trust, and adults saw him as a troublemaker who would never amount to anything.

The books don't emphasize these things as much with any of the other demigods, or maybe Annabeth, Percy, Piper, and Leo are the best examples we have. I just. They're so tragic. They're all my children all of them. I love them and I feel so sad for them

[penny00dreadful]

Rating: G tags: post-breakup, angst, hurt, wedding, happy ending prompt: Love is what makes you brave (@sidekick-hero) For @steddielovemonth AO3

Should he be here?

No.

Was he going to continue to be here for as long as he could take it?

Hell yeah.

Sitting behind the wheel of his stupid expensive car that would have stuck out anywhere else. 

But not here.

Not amongst the BMW’s and Bentleys and limos and wedding cars.

It had been three years.

Three long and fucking lonely as shit years since he’d last seen Steve.

Three years of writing songs about him.

Three years of dodging interviewer questions about who the songs were about.

Three years of the fans creating some nebulous phantom person that all the songs must be about because they all fit together like puzzle pieces if looked at correctly.

Three years since Steve broke his heart.

Eddie wasn’t even really sure what had possessed him to be here right now.

He hadn’t been invited.

But some kind of insane impulse had grabbed him when he’d first gotten into the car fourteen hours ago and it hadn’t left him since.

He needed…

He didn’t know what he needed.

He didn’t know what he expected.

His passenger door opening and a figure sliding into the seat nearly scared the life out of him, so lost in thought and with eyes laser focused on the church doors, he hadn’t noticed anyone approaching.

He was forced to remember again that he was no longer some nobody living in bumfuck nowhere Indiana, he was a somebody, with a fucking penthouse apartment in New York City and an extremely recogniseable look.

Maybe he should have locked the doors.

And maybe he should have dressed down a little before he jumped in the car. Gotten rid of some of the jewellery, covered up the tattoos, tied his hair back, not worn the kind of clothes that always got him noticed in Hawkins in the wrong way. He was more noticeable now more than he ever had been. 

He was the most successful person to ever make it out of this shithole town and the town itself loved to pretend they always encouraged him. 

They advertised it proudly.

Like they hadn’t tried to drown his passions at every opportunity.

But it wasn’t some crazed obsessive fan now staring at him from his passenger seat, dressed in a pair of black slacks and an overly frilly lavender blouse, probably a compromise so she didn’t have to be stuffed into a dress.

Eddie tensed his hands around the wheel while Robin continued to stare at him like she couldn’t believe what she was seeing.

“What are you doing here?” She asked, bewildered more than anything. He supposed that was fair.

There was no reason for him to be here after all.

He’d gotten no hint from Steve that this wasn’t what he wanted, none of the kids had said as much either but…

It just didn’t feel right.

It felt like Steve was falling back into a pattern.

Living the life that had been mapped out for him by society.

Go to school.

Get a good job.

Get married to a nice girl.

Eddie didn’t even know if the person that would be meeting Steve at the end of the aisle in about fifteen minutes was a nice girl.

He didn’t know anything about her at all.

Didn’t know anything about Steve either.

All he knew were the little tidbits the kids would occasionally drop by accident when they would forget they weren’t all one tightly knit group anymore.

Not since Steve shoved him out the door and told him that it wouldn’t work, it could never work.

Eddie suspected Steve had been looking at shadows on a cave wall for so long he had no idea there was a whole world just outside. That they didn’t have to live their lives the way everyone else did.

But there was nothing for it, he couldn’t force Steve to take him back. 

He’d told Eddie he didn’t want him anymore so…

Eddie went and got the life he’d dreamed of since he was a kid. He got the success and the accolades and he was being heard.

But it was empty. It had always been empty.

He had never been able to move on.

Not really.

And now… now he was here.

“Hey Buckley.” Eddie shot her a tight grin. “It’s been a while.”

And it had been. Because along with losing Steve, he’d also lost Robin.

It was understandable, really. 

Robin was Steve’s ride or die and though he’d heard she’d raised holy hell, trying to figure out why Steve had thrown his happiness away, as she herself had said, she was still, first and foremost, Steve’s soulmate.

She would be by his side come hell or high water and though she wasn’t happy with his decision, there was also nothing she could do about it.

Steve was a grown man and he’d made his choice.

“What are you doing here, Eds?” She asked again with so much concern, it was like she was worried Eddie was ripping out his own heart over again just by being here.

Maybe he was.

But he was here now.

He couldn’t leave until it was all over.

“Is he happy?” Eddie asked, rather than answer her question. They both knew why he was there anyway. “Is he happy with Miss… Whatever Her Name Is?”

Robin looked at him for a long time, eyes darting all over his face, chewing on her lip.

She took a big breath in. 

“He’s… content, I think. They both are. I think they’ve both… made themselves content with the situation.”

“Right.” Eddie nodded, tearing his gaze away and staring down at his hands.

He could feel Robin’s eyes boring into the side of his head.

“But not happy.” She said into the silence. “He’s not- I’ve never seen him as happy as he was when he was with you.”

Eddie tightened his jaw, tried to blink away the wetness in his eyes.

“Then why did he end it?”

“I think he was scared.” She almost whispered. “I think he didn’t know what to do with it all. There was no rule book to follow.”

“But that’s the best part, Rob.” Eddie sighed out. “There’s no rules for how we���re supposed to live our lives.”

He didn’t turn back to look at her, but he could see her nodding in agreement out of the corner of his eye.

“I think he’s started to realise that too, recently.”

“What do you mean?”

“Why are you here?” She asked again, no longer willing to put up with his avoidance.

“I don’t know.” He said, mostly honestly. “One last big romantic gesture?”

Robin sighed, a hand on the handle. “Okay, wait here.”

“Hadn’t planned on going anywhere.” He muttered but it was drowned out as she slammed the car door, speed walking her way back to the church where a crowd had begun to gather at the door.

He tried not to let anything like hope bloom in him, he tried to keep any kind of bubble build up and puff him out but it wasn’t that difficult.

Especially when Robin made her way back to the car only a few minutes later, looking far more stressed than she had before and notably, alone.

“So, slight bump in the big romantic gesture plans,” she said, opening the door again but not getting in. “They’re missing.”

“They? Who’s missing?”

“Rita apparently got a call at the hotel before she was supposed to come here and then just disappeared, leaving her engagement ring behind. And then Steve left sometime when we were talking-”

“Left to go where?”

“I don’t know, Edward.” Robin grit out, tensing her fingers around the roof lip but it was more worry than irritation.

“Okay.” Eddie said, shifting the car into gear. “Okay, get in, we’ll go-”

“No. I’m staying here, I need to keep his parents from calling in the National Guard to drag him back by the hair. You go. You know where he is, don’t you?”

Eddie stared at her, opening and closing his mouth until he could finally form his lips around the words “I think so.”

He knew so.

Or at least he hoped he did.

Robin gave him one sharp nod. “Okay.”

She slammed the door closed and turned back to the crowd.

Pulling out of the parking lot of the church, Eddie tried not to panic. 

There wasn’t much distance that Steve could have gone but the idea of him going missing still had his heart constricting, full of what if, what if, what if?

It wasn’t very far, but finding somewhere to pull over at the edge of the forest where his car wouldn’t be suspicious wasn’t the easiest thing to do.

Though it was probably easier now than it had been years ago, since he no longer had the van and his shiny, sleek and expensive car would be glanced over for any bored cop looking to bust someone for drugs.

Not so much of an easy target now, huh Callahan?

He had just pulled his car into a clearing that was somewhat hidden when he felt his phone buzzing in his pocket.

He switched the engine off and was halfway out of the car when he froze, finally seeing the number on screen.

It was Steve. It had to be Steve.

He’d recognise that number anywhere, he knew it off by heart but Eddie had changed numbers at least twice in the last three years.

He hadn’t bothered to add Steve back into his contacts, what would be the point?

It would have just been a temptation on drunken lonely nights.

How the fuck did Steve even have his number?

Eddie tapped the answer button before the call could ring out.

His mouth was dry and his heart was in his throat as he raised the phone to his ear.

“Stevie?” He practically breathed, gripping the door so tight he was surprised he didn't dent the metal.

There was a sound from the other end, like a sigh, like relief or a release of tension.

“Eddie.” Steve said and his voice, different as it was through the phone, was the most painful and comforting thing Eddie thought he’d ever heard. It was followed quickly by a sniffle and a quiet, “Hi.”

Eddie had so many things he wanted to ask.

Why are you calling now?

Where are you?

Why did you run?

How do you even have this number?

Instead he just slammed the car door closed and asked softly “What’s going on, sweetheart?”

A sound came down the line, one that sounded suspiciously like a sob, followed by another sniffle.

“Can’t- can’t I just call to see how you are?”

Eddie didn’t answer as he started to tromp his way through the forest, half worried anything he said would just end up with him begging Steve to call him again and again and again.

But Steve seemed to take his silence as stony.

“Yeah, I-” Steve sniffed. “I guess I deserved that.” 

Eddie could practically hear his lip wobbling through the phone and Steve broke down into sobs again.

“Where are you, Stevie?”

“The past.” He muttered out which was as good a confirmation as any that Eddie was heading in the right direction. “I’m- I… I’m sorry to call you right now and you’re out living your life-”

“Are you sober?”

Because it was high stakes at the moment but this was still a lot of emotion for noon.

“Unfortunately.” Steve sighed out and then quietly, so quietly Eddie could barely hear him. “I’m supposed to be getting married today.”

“So I heard.”

It sounded like the air had been punched out of Steve’s chest and the whine he let out after sounded like one of pure pain.

“I’m sorry.”

Eddie had to duck under a branch and as a result, nearly tripped over a root in the ground but managed to right himself.

“You’re sorry for supposed to be getting married?”

“I’m sorry you had to find out that way. From- from someone else.”

He came to a stop. 

“Oh.”

Not sorry I’m getting married.

Just sorry I’m not the one who told you I’m getting married.

Which, like, Steve didn’t need to apologise to him for getting married.

They weren’t together.

They weren’t a thing.

They didn’t even talk anymore.

Eddie had no right to that information.

Still.

Didn’t make it hurt any less.

“Eddie.” Steve whimpered out, kicking Eddie back into movement again. “I fucked up. I fucked up so bad.”

“You didn’t fuck up, Stevie, it’s fine.” He sighed, resigned to his fate now. “You can still go back-”

“No, no.” Steve took a large painful breath in. “You don’t understand. I fucked up. I left you. I made you go. How could I do that? Why did I do that? You were- you were the best thing that ever happened to me and I just-”

It sounded like Steve couldn’t speak anymore through hit tears, the raw anguish in his voice making it sound like he couldn’t breathe.

“I pushed you away. I pushed you away. I was so scared and I wanted- I wanted to take it back the second I did it. I wanted to but I couldn’t make myself do it and I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry about that, baby. You have to believe me, I’m so sorry.”

The sound of Steve’s sobs were no longer just coming through the phone but were now starting to echo around him from just up ahead and Eddie kept walking.

“I was such a coward. There was no precedent. Nothing in my life was like what I had with you, I didn’t see it anywhere else and I didn’t know what to do. There was just this big vast emptiness in front of me where before there had always been a path, it had always been mapped out, telling me where to go next and I didn’t know what to do about it, I didn’t think it was possible to have-”

Steve cut himself off with another sob and Eddie could see him now, sitting on the dirty forest floor in his brand new designer tux, head bowed into his knees and his back against Skull Rock.

“I’ve made such a mistake, Eddie. I’ve never fucked up like I did with you and if I could take it all back I would. I’d be brave for you, I swear-”

Eddie dropped to his knees in front of him.

“Do you still want to be?”

Steve’s head snapped up so fast he cracked himself hard against the giant rock they used to come to all the time when they were full of young love.

Eddie winced in sympathy but didn’t reach out while Steve stared at him wide eyed, even through the pain.

He looked like he’d seen a ghost.

“Eddie.” He breathed out, completely disbelieving. “What- wh- what are you-”

“I was at the church.” Eddie said, sitting himself down fully and bringing his own knees up to his chest. “I was… I don’t know what I was doing there. I don’t know what I expected to happen.”

“You…” Steve blinked at him. His face was wet and blotchy and red, his eyes were raw and still swimming and he was still the most beautiful person Eddie had ever laid eyes on. And he was looking at Eddie like he was the most unbelievable thing in the world. “You were there the whole time?”

“Yeah.”

Steve’s hands were twitching around his knees, gripping into the fabric of his dress pants and Eddie could tell he wanted to reach out but he wasn’t sure he could handle that yet.

He needed to know.

He needed to be sure.

He didn’t think he’d survive it if he let hope back in only to have it pulled away again.

“What happened?”

Steve’s face scrunched up, like he was trying to push the tears back and he brought his hands up to his face, digging the heels into his eyes.

“I couldn’t… I couldn’t go through with it. Rita, she… she- she’s not you. I couldn’t let her live a life with me waiting for me to love her like I still love you because it’ll never happen. I could never love anyone like I still love you. And she… she’s the same, she didn’t want this, she never wanted this but it was what we’d been told to want for so long and… she couldn’t do it either. So we both- we both ran and I want… I want to be brave for you, baby.”

Eddie crossed his arms over his knees and pressed his lips into his skin, silent and thinking.

He couldn’t take it if Steve did what he did to him again.

He just couldn’t.

And why did it take Steve getting to this stage for him to decide on what he wanted?

Would it have still happened the same way if Eddie hadn’t come?

Would Steve have cried his heart out here in their spot until he was done talking to Eddie over the phone and gone about the rest of his life?

Would he have let the fear get to him again?

But could Eddie live with himself if he turned this chance down because of his own fear?

It wasn’t even a question.

He’d regret it for the rest of his life.

So he had to choose to be brave too.

He unwrapped his arms from around his knees and spread his legs wider, scooching forward until he had Steve’s curled up body cradled in his.

Steve all but stopped breathing with a dramatic hiccup when he felt Eddie’s legs against his own and when Eddie brought his hands up to encircle Steve’s wrists and pull them away from his face, his eyes were wide and disbelieving.

Eddie pulled Steve’s hands into his chest.

“I need to know you’re sure. I need to know you mean it, okay?”

“I do.” Steve nodded and his words were sure if a little breathy. “I do, Eddie. I promise you. I’ll show you every day. I’ll be brave for you I swear.”

“Because I won’t survive you doing what you did to me again. It nearly killed me the first time, Steve. I can’t go through that again. So you need to be sure.”

Where Steve’s hands were pressed flat against Eddie’s chest, his fingers curled in now, balling up the shirt underneath and holding on tight.

“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life. Eddie, I swear to you on… on… Dustin’s mom.”

Despite himself, Eddie felt his face crack into a smile.

“Okay.”

“Okay?” Steve asked, though his own smile was slowly blooming, even as he started crying again.

“Yeah. Okay. Now kiss me like you mean it.”

AO3

Big thanks as always to @hbyrde36 for the magnificent beta work and to the @strangerthingswritersguild for their motivation.

[newkatzkafe2023]

What about a simple one? Like Boy Y/N who's super calm, gente, forgiving and sweet, but deaf, just like Shoko from "A Silent Voice". And then, one day, Y/N is minding his business when a group of idiota decide to bad mouth him from behind.

What would the Wukongs react to this situation?

Deaf people can do anything hearing people can do except hear-I. King Jordan

(Lmk Wukong) He doesn't understand the new society sometimes, how people can be freely cruel to each other it doesn't make sense to him. You are so kind, gentle, and forgiving, but all people know you for is your disability it makes him angry. So imagine his anger when he hears the nasty things some people would say about you, and suddenly everyone gets to see the old Wukong 👿 And nobody wants that i'm sure.

(MKR Wukong) that person is about to be picking up their teeth of the floor, after the ass whooping Wukong gave them. Wukong is very protective of you considering your kind and gentle nature which is he opposite of himself, but it didn't stop you from loving and forgiving him. So imagine those idiots who have the audacity to go and bad mouth you with hm around so I hope they are ok with breathing out of a tube.😈

(NR Wukong) Ohhhhhhhhhh jeez those people are dead very dead, because when anyone is insulting you they are insulting him. Of course he never tells you when someone is bad mouthing you because why on earth would he do that for, he knows your a kind, gentle and forgiving soul. Everyone tends to forget that Wukong is a very dangerous man and who carefree Nature can be easily made into a front, but do watch your mouth for it maybe the last time you'll have it😈

(HIB Wukong) He gets super protective and angry especially when you are a sweet little angel, you always tell him that it doesn't bother you but that doesn't mean it won't bother him. So many Mutilated bodies in everyone's future, but only those who dare to disrespect and bully you. Also if you dare to let Luier or silly girl hear you insults his hubby All there's going to be as a blood stain in the grass👿

(Netflix Wukong) Ohhhhhhhhhh boi he is quick to fly off the handle especially when it involves you. You and Lin are the only ones who had shown him nothing but kindness and patience, and you remain gentle for him and would freely forgive him for every mistake he ever made which made him love you so much. So you can imagine his feelings when someone insults his loving spirit that is his husband and well There will be laser eyes for days and he will hit his target 👿

(BMW Wukong) OHHHHHHHHHHHH SH*T nobody can be that stupid, like I swear. It already pains him to know that you will never know what your own husband sounds like but you would never let it get you down, but to know that people give you are hard time makes his blood boil. People know what happens when his blood boils, he gonna find himself spilling others blood very soon.😈

(Destined one) Awwwwwwwwwwww deaf and mute go hand and hand, you totally belong together. You are so kind, so sweet, caring and gentle to him, and constantly forgive him for any of them mistakes he would make. You are his other half, so he grew protective and loving towards you as well, but to anyone who dared to hurt and mess with you. WELL, my advise to you make sure to plan your Funeral in advance😈

FEEL FREE TO REBLOG🦻

[saltpillarlicker]

the camarilla should be bad guys. this isn't an original take, but it's one i hold pretty strongly, and it's a pretty core design ethos of the game i gm.

as presented, the camarilla is a beautiful elite. it's run by ventrue for the most part, who, while rich, privileged and callous, are often shown to be true believers in the sect. the camarilla is the last tide of defense against violent, depraved extremists like the sabbat, and while some anarchs might hold moral superiority, come on, do they really have a chance? the camarilla might not be the best, as presented, but it's the best we've got, so it's worth it, at least for the moment. right? i took a little bit of an issue with this. i've always thought vtm, for a game that purports to be punk, is a pretty status-quo-ey kind of game and setting, where the entrenched, openly exploitative establishment is shown to be the best chance against scary hordes (among other issues i have with it). so i decided to spin things a little.

in the game i run, the camarilla is nasty. not merely "bad because they're vampires," but nasty. in the city i run my game in, the camarilla is dreary, sterile, trashy, faceless, broken by design, run by and riddled with the absolute worst sorts of people, not merely repulsive morally but thoroughly tasteless, actually miserable to be around. the elite of the city are hideous, tacky, BMW-driving yuppie trash, the kind of people who hold immeasurable power but lock their doors when minorities walk by their car. they've got the delicate touch of a jackhammer; they swallow neighborhoods overnight and sic hit squads on the "squatters", seize their assets and rush clumsy through the liquidation so they can set up overpriced low-tier feeding grounds as quickly as they can, all while they lock down on feeding outside said grounds "for the safety of the masquerade". speaking of masquerade, they enforce that with their overbloated force of violent yes-men, who are set loose on undesirables and out-of-favor sect members, disappearing people and ripping out memories left and right - they're not efficient, or even effective, but they're not supposed to be; their only real job is to intimidate and browbeat the city. the sabbat is used like a tool; desperate sorts eking a living, selling out false-flagging and goon-squadding for the enemy just to get by - that is, when they're not the sickos, perverts and serial killers given the pass because they make a great excuse to scare the populace and justify further bloat of the camarilla's law enforcement.

the camarilla is exactly as i imagine it'd be, exactly the sort of system put in place by the sort of people who'd get embraced in the upper class of vampire society. it's the same sort of broken-by-design system that exists in the real world, in countless places across the globe. on the nose? yeah, sure. hell, i lean into it. there's a sick sort of undercurrent to see that undead society is broken just as bad as ours - even in death, you don't get to escape the bullshit. lord knows what i'd be doing if i was running wraith.

the camarilla are not the main villains of my campaign. it's hard to say there even is one singular villain, due to the setting-first way i design the campaign. but the camarilla is at the heart of vampire; it's the most important faction of the game, and all the other factions are informed by their opposition to it. so i had to go big and nasty with it, yeah? the tower's shadow looms hard. the anxiety it inflicts on my players is palpable at times, the we're-so-fucked stress that bubbles up whenever it comes up in conversation. it's a sleeping dragon that the players keep poking, and everyone - including me - is dreading the night when it actually gets up.

it's a nice change of pace from what the books put forth. try it sometime

[nibblette]

Just thinking of a post-Greywaren Pynch tonight. They end up attending some local charity gala (because Adam still feels guilty sometimes about being married to a millionaire esp one whose millions came from scams, thanks Niall! and has to give back to kids with backgrounds similar to him) Ronan starts kissing Adam’s knuckles when he gets bored. Some Mrs Gansey- type society lady remarks “ oh how sweet and chivalrous!” but it’s really Ronan letting Adam know he wants to get railed against the BMW in the Barnes driveway or an abandoned parking lot, lmao.

[rspoetry]

[dubiouslycanon]

Squiddle bash - HS Secret Santa 24

Jake grapples with the stress of raising his now orphaned younger sister Jade. And what starts as a series of unpleasant interactions leads him to discover he's not as alone in this as he'd previously thought.

my @homestuckss Secret Santa gift for @cymorg! I was told DirkJake was afoot and that's what I do best, so I was on it.

AO3 link since thats where chapters 2 & 3 will be posted.

Chapter 1 under cut

You normally drop your little sister Jade off at exactly 7:45 every day. Right when the daycare doors open. In your opinion, 7:45 isn’t early enough. In this day and age almost everyone works a 9-5, and in this city almost everything is an hour drive away. So even pushing Jade through the door right when they open always seems to make you late for work. And god, 4:00 pick up is just unfortunately early. 

A car horn blaring snaps you out of your train of thought. The time on the dashboard glows displaying 8:30.

“Rats, Jade you have to get out now. You think you can get on over there all by yourself?” Angling the rear view mirror Jake can see as Jade huffs, crossing her arms over her new squiddle push. 

“Yessssss Jake! I’m fineeee!!”

Jade hops out the car with a quick-

“Love you!!”

-as soon as the car doors click unlocked. You watch her intently as she scurries through the door, she's ushered inside by a staff member before you pull away. 

This is the second day this week there’s been trouble in the pickup line. However Jade hates being woken up early, and after being fired there's no real reason to deal with a moody 5 year old. So you have bitten the proverbial morning rush drop off bullet. 

You can’t help but scowl when the asshole car that honked pulls up. It’s a BMW, you can’t help but be a little peeved that a car that nice is pulling up to a city subsidized daycare center. A blonde little boy bounds his way in after Jade, and it melts your heart a bit. You can't find it in yourself to stay mad. Who are you to be doubting the plausibility of someone’s struggles? 

Though, you think you have the right to abandon your bleeding heart ways to be a tad vindictive and scornful from time to time. It's only fair. You are a good brother taking in your sister, graduating with honors with a business degree, and being all around an upstanding member of society despite the many curve balls and obstacles in your way. For all intents and purposes it should be YOU with a BMW. You shouldnt be mad but it's just not fair you can do all the right things only to be sitting in a beater car, jobless, and stuck in traffic.

“Damned collisions.” Muttering, tapping your fingers on the wheel. “Honestly, if we all just took trains there would be far less high speed deaths.”

Yes, you need to start dropping Jade off earlier again.

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The door to your house has barely shut when your phone rings. You trip over your half undone boots in your haste to answer. 

“Hello Mr. English. This is Marge from Sweat Moons daycare.” The woman on the other line has a sickly sweet voice that sends chills down your spine. “I’m just calling to let you know that your little sister Jade has had an incident with a student from another daycare room.” 

And there it is. The blow that all that sugar was trying to soften.

“What is ‘incident’ supposed to mean? did she have a tussle over some toy or lose a damned eye?” You keep your composure but really, something bad enough happens that they need to call you and they won't just tell you what it is?

“Sir there is no need to worry, your sister is completely fine to stay the rest of the day as the other student is being sent home, but it's our policy to call the primary guardian of every student involved.” And with that, the phone clicks and the line is dead. 

The gall to call you mid day, when for all they know you're at work, then hang up? Assuming you wouldn't immediately drop what you were doing to check up on her. You can’t imagine how you’d feel if you were at work- having to spend all day anxious.

You take deep breaths as you walk to your car. You count the times you tap on the steering wheel as you drive. And you count the number of red windowsills you see, but you still feel red hot when you pull up to the daycare. 

The doorbell mic buzzes to life when you step up. It’s the same voice that spoke to you over the phone, this time lacking her faux-cheer.

“Here to pick up Jade?” 

“Yes. Do I come in? Or will she be sent out?” There’s a pause for a moment, the static buzzing of the mic only irritating your nerves more. “It would be better for you to pick her up yourself. She's in prospit nursery room 224, it's the one with a blue and yellow door.”

With that a loud click and buzz emits from the door, making you jump to open it. You've never been a big fan of startling noises, not that anyone typically is. The building is small but you still can't seem to see what door leads to the stairwell. The main office on the other hand is quite visible with its honestly out of place double doors. You walk in towards a woman at a desk who you presume to be the phone woman Marge before you notice yelling coming from behind a door at the far corner of the room. And almost on cue the door slams open and a blonde man takes a step out, still yelling at who you presume to be the principal.

“-And to be frank, I dont think it's your place to be telling me jack shit about parenting when yall are the bitches letting shit happen. Don't twist it like it's my parental failings that caused yalls negligence.” 

The man turns, he's holding the hand of the little boy you'd seen this morning. He's sporting sunglasses indoors just like his guardian, but well he's pouting with a quivering lip the man before you gives you a death glare. He looks away but before he makes it to the office exit the context of the situation hits you in the face like a ton of bricks.

“Wait a minute!” You turn to look at Marge sitting at the desk, then back at the man who is now turning towards you. “I got a call about my sister getting into some ‘incident’ with a kid, and now I see you storming around. So before I jump the gun and start blindly agreeing with whoever said you're a bad parent- what the bloody hell did your kid do to mine! ”

If the blonde man was shooting daggers at you before, he might as well be down right stabbing you now. He lets go of the small boy's hand to take a step towards you. He has a muscular build that would intimidate you more if he wasn't at least 4 inches shorter than you. And of course, the pointy anime shades steal a bit of his intimidation in favor of ridiculousness.

“Oh so you're whoever that kids Dad is? Honestly dude, maybe instead of lecturing my ass with Mr. Peabody over there, you go and tell your kid not to bring toys to school she doesn't want to share. These kids are five man, all they can grasp is there's one random toy they’re being excluded from.” You hate the way this man's face contorts, his lips twisting into a sneer as he laughs indignantly. His face mocking you and begging for your first all at once. 

“So this is what it's about? Your kid messed up my sister's new toy cuz he cant control himself? And somehow now it's my problem your kid doesn't get the concept of personal belongings OR responsibility? Not that I can blame his confusion about personal responsibility since he clearly has a piss poor role model.” Not like you're much of a role model to speak. Jade probably sees you being a pushover so often she's started to internalize it. You can't stand for that.

“God, tell your kid to be responsible for her own crap then. Or blame the actual adults here for not watching the kids apparently.” His smile is gone.

“Don't try and lose your hand in this! Even if it wasn't for your clear lack of parenting, cussing like a sailor in front of children is enough of a tip off that you're sort of failing at all this.”

That seemed to tick him off quite a bit. He moved up almost butting into you with such speed you almost missed it. You step closer to him as well, pushing your chest up close. Just as you open your mouth to say something stupid, you see the little boy in the corner cowering, tears rolling down his cheeks. You stop. This kid may be an asshole of currently unknown levels, but no little kid deserves to watch who you can only assume to be brother, get his shit rocked in the lobby of their school. You take a step back and breathe. “I'm being the bigger man here okay, both literally and metaphorically. So back up and scram before I traumatize your kid by bludgeoning you.”

Sunglasses loser puffs up his chest a bit, trying to match your height but gives up. Maybe realizing he isnt going to manage puffing himself up large enough to overtake your spot as tallest in the room. Or more likely, realizing that his young rascal was getting quite the scare after all. Clearly he’s a complete douchebag who at least has compassion for his little devil. 

“Yeah whatever, fuck off.” He grumbles, finally turning away from you and gathering his gremlin.

You wait a few seconds for them to leave before turning back to Marge, reassuring her she doesn't need to call 911 after all, and getting directions to Jade's classroom. In the car Jade tearfully recounts the tale of her new squiddles leg being ripped off. You comfort her and promise to sew it back on at home. Her whined out complaint about the mean boy in the other class only half heard by you, as you scan the lot for a BMW, you don't see one.

[warriorprincesstramp]

jack (I still don't and will not remember his real name. matthew something idk) has the most smug face like you really just want to violently humble him when you see him. which is the big problem with boy meets world he never got capital H Humbled in fact he got his ego massively blown up by the last season. stop cooing over his abs punch him in the gut!!

[itseasytoremember]

Something I struggle with is that I am physically disabled but also visually fit, meaning that to society I'm clearly faking my disability.

I got run over by a BMW. It's a miracle I lived, let alone the fact that I regained feeling in my foot just hours before they would have had to amputate it. Now I stand for 8+ hours a day as a barber. People see that, but then see me walking with a cane, and it totally shuts their frontal cortex down.

They'll just 🫵🏻 point at it and go "WHY DO YOU NEED THAT" and I'll say it's because it hurts to walk and sometimes I fall over and they always ALWAYS say

"IF IT HURTS TO WALK WHY DO YOU STAND ALL DAY??" 🤔 Like it's some sort of gotcha moment

And it just sucks to always have to be like "it hurts to sit too. It always hurts" because it's not that people don't understand chronic pain, it's that it's something that doesn't even cross their mind. And when they hear someone explain it they can't fathom how I'm not just a writhing mass of opiates on a hospital bed, so they assume I'm probably just lying.

Which sucks.

[mo-inc-torious]