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masterofthewarcry · 5 months ago

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no, no you don't GET IT. okay - so he's only a little kid when his dad goes off to war and dies, right? he doesn't know his dad. all he knows is that his dad was a great warrior favored by athena, and that he has to avenge him (IMAGINE a little kid sitting by his mother's feet while she spins wool telling him he has to avenge his father some day, imagine it). so he grows up a little, following in his father's footsteps to become a great warrior, and then BAM he gets thrown into full blown WAR at fourteen. it's epigoni time people. he's the youngest there, this is the first time he's ever experienced real battle, and its in THEBES where his dad (who's ghost has been haunting him the whole time) DIED. anywhere he steps on the battlefield could be the very spot where his dad died. but he makes it through. they take the city, sack it, go home.

and that in itself is enough to make a man a legend, right? but almost as soon as he gets home, there's trouble in calydonia (where his grandfather is supposed to rule, but he gets usurped by an uncle or cousin or something). so he fucks off to calydonia to sort that out and ends up having to fight in ANOTHER huge battle to reinstate his grandfather as the king. but again, he pulls through, makes it out alive and goes home.

he gets married to aegialia, who's significantly older than him and who he doesn't know all that well just in time for adrastus (the king of argos and one of the original seven against thebes) to kick it. now, i'm not saying that adrastus was something of a father figure to him, but i think it makes sense narratively. so adrastus kicks it, and he inherits the city of argos, again being very young and not knowing much about ruling. he doesn't really get a chance to learn though because BAM it's trojan war time baby!!

so he gets together all the able-bodied argives (which is a LOT, like he's bringing a significant portion of the greek force) and they sail to aulis to meet up with the rest of the gang. sthenelus and euryalus (two of his buddies from the epigoni days) come with him - i like to think that they're like older brothers to him; sources he can look to for advice and support. ANYWAYS everybody gets to aulis, he goes to meet the rest of the kings and as soon as he introduces himself, everyone's talking about his father.

but its fine - even though he's proven himself to be a more capable warrior than his father was already. hes not here to cause a scene (no, they have achilles for that - but they dont have him yet so hold that thought), hes here to do a job. and do a job he will, because someone has to go fetch achilles from hiding! better send the young guy who MIGHT be able to hold his own against the strongest warrior in the world if he decides to fight back. and odysseus, of course.

they couldn't be more different, he and odysseus. odysseus is older, he's not been in a battle like this before, he has a son, he's generally regarded as a good king. whereas all he's ever known is war, he barely knows his own wife (DEFINITELY not enough to have a son), and he knows next to nothing about being a king. yet they hit it off. odysseus is charismatic and funny and he's ENRAPTURED by the way he talks about ithaca. he's never known anything like that. argos is home, sure, but ithaca is EVERYTHING to odysseus.

they collect achilles, with some trickery, and the real trojan war starts going. ILIAD TIME it's been nine years. he and odysseus are buddy buddy now (athena boys in business fr), achilles is on the fritz throwing a temper tantrum (NOT in a useful way on the battlefield). agamemnon is talking about giving up. menelaus ALMOST got paris's ass but aphrodite spirited him away. he and odysseus are holding this operation together. he's putting all this previous war experience to good use absolutely KILLING IT on the battlefield. he's going after aeneas, and then aphrodite, and then ARES the GOD OF WAR HIMSELF. achilles has NOTHING on him at this point. but the whole army is still praying for achilles return.

but it's fine - even though he's single handedly running the show at this point. he gets shot through the foot by paris and odysseus pulls it out because THEY WATCH EACH OTHERS BACKS, they look after each other. NIGHT RAID TIME, he and odysseus hit the town (and by hit the town i mean kill ~14 men under the cover of darkness and steal their horses), common athena boys W. they wash all the blood of themselves in the sea together afterwards, classic bro activities. he's feeding himself with odysseus's stories at this point because the way he talks about ithaca really does make it sound like something worth fighting for.

achilles comes back- OOPS, we thought it was achilles but its NOT its patroclus in his armor and now hes DEAD. achilles comes back for real, and now HECTOR is dead. who's that up on the walls of troy with a bow is that-? BAM, achilles dead, shot by paris. things are looking bleak and good at the same time. the palladium needs to be stolen so they can sack troy? easy money. NIGHT RAID PART 2, stealing the palladium time. easy money until odysseus decides to try and stab him in the back. he's devastated - his closest friend, caught up in the idea of having all the glory for himself. they've switched positions, now he is the one who wants nothing to do with this war, and odysseus is the glory-hungry king. heartbreaking.

TROJAN HORSE, the time is finally ripe to sack troy. everyone's behaving badly, people are getting raped on temple steps, it's a mess. odysseus throws a baby off the walls of troy. he's one of the only ones who doesn't get caught up in it because he's tired. he's tired of war and he wants to go home, even though argos is nothing like the home he's built in his head. there is no wife and son to return to. he knows nothing about being king. the rocky coasts of ithaca do not await him.

troy burns. the war is over, the ships are loaded with spoils, he sets sail for home. he arrives to find that sthenelus's SON, his BROTHER's SON has been fucking his wife and usurped his throne. and for a minute, it looks like he's about to go to war again, but he's tired. he's tired and it's his best friend's son, and it's a woman he never really got to know or care about and it's a throne he never asked for. so he just leaves. he takes his spoils, gets back on a boat and leaves. for ithaca.

he doesn't know how odysseus is going to react when he shows up. but, as it turns out, he didn't have to worry about that because odysseus isn't there. but penelope is. wise, patient penelope who listens to him talk about the war at troy and odysseus and how he's so tired. penelope who says, stay.

so he stays. and he waits for odysseus. and he learns things that aren't war. he learns what it feels like to carry a little boy on his shoulders. he learns what it feels like to have dirt under his nails and a sore back after a long day's work at the plow. he listens to penelope talk about odysseus, and shares his own stories too. he learns that he likes penelope, a lot.

enough that when the suitors start pouring in, he fends them off as best he can. he won't marry her - he won't do that to odysseus, but he will help her unravel the funeral shroud she's weaving each night. he will hold her while she cries for her husband who is likely dead at the bottom of the sea. he will start teaching telemachus his way around the blade when he asks.

and when odysseus does return home? he almost gets stabbed. odysseus is FURIOUS that someone he TRUSTED would come to court his wife, but that's not what happened at all, he's been protecting her the best he can. teaching his son to do the same. he's been waiting for odysseus with them. it's a teary reunion, of course, and then it's a bloodbath and then all the suitors are dead. he washes the blood out from underneath his nails for the last time.

see? do you see? it's about being HAUNTED by the legacy of a man you didn't even know, and it's about EXPECTATIONS and it's about figuring out what YOU want instead of what you're 'supposed' to want, and it's about GROWING past being a warrior and learning to be a PERSON, and it's about LOVING someone in a way that's beyond platonic or romantic. do you get it now? do you get it?

#diomedes #DIOMEDESSSS #did i go off script at the end? yes #i think it makes more sense narratively #its about being HUMAN #and the iliad #i could write a whole novel about the way i project onto this man #i probably will

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h50europe · 7 months ago

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I wish fans would stop dissecting Buck/Tommy scenes but enjoy them for what they are: flirty banter between two lovers. Oliver stated in an interview he and Tim agreed to keep this relationship on the lighter side, more like a rom-com.

But no people go and dissect it like an alien discovered by NASA in a backyard.

When Tommy throws the line, "God, I hope so," he is nothing but hinting at the age difference, which is, give or take, about 7 years. So what? Seven years is nothing. Still, Tommy refers to it but means it as a joke. And Buck even blushes a little.

I can't remember we've ever seen Buck that flirty and all smiles whenever he and one of his many GFs where together. Can't the pearl clutchers be happy for him because he is finally who he is? Without having to hide a part of his sexuality that he kept buried deep inside before he met Tommy. A side he couldn't even show to Eddie. A side he knew was there but never dared to explore? Tommy came into Buck's life and opened this cage. He understands Buck on a totally different level than Eddie ever could. We see that Eddie has no gaydar. He was also clueless about Tommy being gay. Being so close to Buck, like the tin hats want them to be, he must have realized that Buck isn't only into women but guys as well. "Buddie" lived practically out of each other's pockets. And not once did Eddie ask, "Could it be that you aren't just into girls?" In a serious manner, not as a joke.

How about dissecting Eddie's dating "issues" with the doppelganger of his deceased wife? Does this imply Eddie's into necrophilia? This is ridiculous. It would be only one of their reactions. The nicer one, I guess. But it is no different from their daddy-kink nonsense.

What's wrong with these tin hats who are constantly complaining about LIs in general. No matter if it's Buck or Eddie? Shoving your favorite ship down everybody else's throat is the opposite of being open-minded and tolerant.

If Buddie should ever become canon, they will need a lot of patience. Eddie suffers from PTSD and is mentally unstable. Now, he lost his son. He has so much on his plate already. The last thing he needs right now is Buck coming over him like a force of nature and telling him he loves him. That would be the final straw if you want to see him end up in a loony bin. Eddie has to be on his own for some time to find out what and who he really wants. Something that would have to be stretched at least over a few episodes, if not over a full season. If it should be realistic. It took them 100 episodes to address Buck's bi-sexuality. And we saw hints here and there. We never saw hints of it concerning Eddie. Why do these "fans" think you can turn him bi from one moment to the other? Like Oliver said, it's not what he wanted for his character that Buck is bi, and suddenly, everyone else around him has some sort of sexual awakening. Since when can't a bisexual or gay man can't have a heterosexual bestie?

Also, bashing and harassing an actor for a part he is playing shows how sick these tin hats are. Or do they really think they could scare him off the show with their immature behavior and their unfounded hatred? Such behavior never ended a series character, let alone made a showrunner diverge from his plans and suddenly turn his show into a fan service-only show. Get a life ASAP, you tin hats and spread your toxic behavior among your ilk. It's not our fault you're leading a sad life full of envy and h*te. I am so sorry for you all. Fueled with so much anger must turn you into embittered personalities with no fun and no friends. How many of you opened sock puppet accounts to have at least someone to talk to? Living in an echo chamber can be exhausting at times...

#bucktommy #buddie tin hats #tin hats #fandom wars #evan buckley #tommy kinard #eddie diaz #ryan guzman #oliver stark #911 abc #kinley #kinkley #tevan

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chevelleneech · 1 month ago

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If Buddie happens, Buck being Eddie’s first and last is the only real outcome.

This is long, but if you read it, hopefully it makes sense.

Was reading a fic that made me think about the angst sure to come from Buck not wanting to date Eddie right away, because he’ll be afraid of what Tommy said, regarding someone’s first queer partner typically not being their last.

That has to come back around and mess with Buck, otherwise it was a cheap way to break them up given all the other reasons that would have made more sense. As such, if Buddie is the plan, that has to be part of the initial conflict keeping them apart.

However, I would also hope the story between them is resolved in a way that doesn’t paint Buck and Eddie’s individual queer discoveries with the same sort of brush strokes. Thus far, Buck kissed and man and was like, “Yeah, that makes sense. I’m a boy, girl, and everybody in between kisser.” Whereas Eddie is seemingly going to go through an experience where he either rediscovers his sexuality once he starts letting himself remember what it’s like to not be repressed, or he’ll be hit in the face with it and realize why he’s been so unhappy for so long. Either one is good.

What I’m looking for in terms of them getting together, if it happens, is Eddie getting to decide if Buck is his first and/or last. Because we know Buck will not want to ruin their friendship and be caught up in letting Eddie be happy and explore this new side of himself even though Buck never got to explore. (Unless they finally let him in 8x07 and 8x08). But, I’m getting g long winded. What I’m trying to say is, I would like to see Eddie decide exploration isn’t what he wants, instead of having it sort of pushed on him due to Buck’s insecurities.

I’d like to see Eddie understand his new sexuality, discuss it with Hen or Bobby or whomever he trusts, I’d even like to see him talk to someone in his family and ask them if they knew or had any inclination at all, because we didn’t get that with Buck. They kind of just took what we as a fandom theorized and made it canon. “Buck is bi and it’s been obvious to everyone.” So Hen jokes about it and no one is even slightly curious as to when he made this discovery of self, except Maddie because… because. She joked about him liking men, but sure, she’s the one who didn’t except it.

Anyway, point is, I’d like to see Eddie be proactive about it. Try to figure out if he was the only one who didn’t know that he liked men. And I would like to see that lead to him deciding he doesn’t need a first queer experience partner to guide him, because Eddie has been through serious relationship before, and also grew up much faster than Buck had to in that regard.

Eddie had to become a father and a husband (at least emotionally, because he wasn’t exactly present as either for very long early on) at 18 years old. So he knows what it’s like to settle down and move in and work to pay bills and compromise (sort of) with someone and see their flaws and all that. He super sped through that part of adulthood before he was old enough to really understand it. Then he experienced the death of his wife, and the fallout that took years. He also got into two serious relationships after Shannon, one of which led him to a panic attack and breakup at the thought of marriage, while the other almost saw him moving in with a woman, only for him to panic again and do a thing that cost him his son’s trust.

So Eddie has only ever had pretty serious relationships throughout his adulthood, while Buck has only really had one. Two if we count Abby, because she was a huge stepping stone to him growing up and changing himself for the better, but to me, their relationship was also not a relationship. He and Abby were on two completely different wavelengths, in the sense that Abby was seeking comfort and companionship as her mother died, while Buck was trying to prove he could be a one-woman man. So it was serious in the sense that it helped them both find new paths, but it wasn’t leading anywhere, making it an extended fling essentially.

Ally could sort of be a serious relationship, but I personally tend to forget Buck dated her because she was brought in to replace Abby, and that’s it. They wanted the heartthrob of the show to be dating someone, so they gave him a random girlfriend who they sent packing as soon as they cast someone who could stick around for a while, leading us to Taylor. Buck’s actual first serious girlfriend, who was also his longest relationship to date. They went through many ups and downs and learned things from each other, and helped Buck move into a more mature place as an adult. A place where Eddie already exists.

Where Tommy is concerned, he helped Buck through the discovery of his sexuality, but they had nothing in common and weren’t really compatible. So while I do standby my dislike of how their breakup was written, because there was no potential heartbreak to be had since they barely liked each other beyond physical and Buck wanting to make a new thing work… Tommy wasn’t wrong, I guess. There was nothing between them to keep them together long term, because they’d made it six months and were basically still strangers. Meaning Buck was going to settle in and realize he hadn’t explored and researched and did all the things that make Buck, Buck as he figured himself out. Therefore, them breaking up had to happen.

With Buddie, if they go there and Eddie is Buck’s second queer relationship, it’ll work because they have an established relationship already. He knows who Eddie is to him emotionally. He knows Eddie’s likes and dislikes, and they connect. They even work well in raising a child together. On the other hand, if Buck is Eddie’s first queer relationship, it’ll work because Eddie (at least in my mind) isn’t looking for a man to show him the ropes. He’s experienced all the relationship ups and downs he could ever need, and is likely looking for ease. Something and someone that makes sense and clicks, and doesn’t give him any anxiety or bring with them any uncertainty.

This was a really long round about way of saying: Buck dated Tommy because he is constantly afraid of being left alone with his thoughts. He needs people to see the good in him and stay with him to believe he’s loved/liked. Whereas Eddie is able to sit with his thoughts, because he doesn’t like letting people in. He needs people to see him from an outside perspective to believe he’s okay and isn’t burdening anyone. If they date, Buck will finally have found a partner who stuck around for years, simply because he likes Buck as a person. He is genuinely interested in who Buck is. While at the same time, Eddie will have finally found someone who doesn’t allow him to bury himself beneath his own lies. Someone willing to do the work to pull him out of his own head.

So Buck’s One has to be someone who has always been there, and whom he knows won’t leave because they had more than enough opportunity to do so, yet haven’t. Whereas Eddie’s One has to be someone who sort of forcibly stays, despite all the chances he gives them to leave. He doesn’t need a first boyfriend to breeze in and out, because that will send him spiraling into believing his sexuality is an issue. Buck won’t spiral for that reason, because he kind of doesn’t give a fuck what his sexuality is. He wants to be loved, while Eddie wants to be accepted, and they offer that to each other.

#911 abc #buddie #evan buckley #eddie diaz

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maybege · 1 year ago

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A Helping Hand

Summary: When one more omega is in the group, the suppressants aren’t enough for everyone and you end up getting your heat for the first time since the outbreak. (Part of The Weight of The World AU)

Pairing: alpha!Boba Fett x fem!omega!Reader

Wordcount: 5.1k | Rating: E (18+ only!)

Warnings: Modern AU, Zombie Apocalypse AU, A/B/O dynamics (scenting, heats, etc.), yearning, unrequited love (or is it?), a little bit of fluff, explicit sexual content, dry orgasm(?), pet names (princess, good girl, etc.), praise kink

Good morning everyone and happy weekend! I hope the summer is treating you well and that you are looking forward to the second half of this year. 🥰 It has been way too long since I delved into my love for Boba, so if you’re interested in a part two (perhaps he helps Reader out with her heat? 👀), let me know! I really hope that you enjoy this story and would be very very happy if you let me know what you think in a comment or a reblog!

Please note that “Sunshine” is essentially Reader from the Paz version but I had to give her a nickname somehow to make sure she is still part of this.

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When Charlie presented as an omega, everyone in the group knew you were fucked.

There was no better way to say it.

“We don’t have enough suppressants,” Paz said out loud what everybody knew already, “They are harder and harder to come by and the last pharmacy didn’t have any. Chants is already on half a dosage, I am not sure how we can stretch them more.”

“What’s that? Suppressants?”

Din turned to the little boy that had snuck his way into the conversation. “Something for grownups, buddy, c’mon let us talk in peace.”

You smiled when Grogu shrugged, completely unbothered, and returned to where he had been playing with Pan and Jarno.

Sometimes you envied the kids in your group for the semblance of innocence they could still afford to have. And then you felt bad because this was not the childhood you wanted for them. Stars, you knew about babies being born and the thought that this was the only kind of life they would ever get to know made your stomach hurt and your heart ache.

Yet, they did not have to deal with problems like you were now. The adults of the group had come together, standing together and saying nothing but muddling over the same thing. Deep down, you knew that there was only one solution and you were pretty sure that almost everyone had come to that conclusion.

Almost.

“Maybe I don’t need suppressants,” Charlie piped up, shifting nervously next to his mother, Bernie, “I could pass my heat just like that.”

“No, you can’t,” Briggs said flatly, the old man crossing his arms in front of his chest. He had not been here the longest, only joining the group a few months ago when Paz had found him and Sunshine fighting off a horde of zombies. But despite his recent status in the group, he had risen in rank quickly, his advice and opinion honoured by those you had chosen as unofficial leaders.

One of these leaders was Boba who was standing right across from you. Like Briggs, he had crossed his arms in front of his chest, his biceps bulging and you swallowed, trying to keep your staring as subtle as possible.

With the late summer now cooling down, he had started to wear flannel again and you were a little embarrassed to admit that fall had not only become your favourite season because of the harvests you could make but also because you got to see the alpha stroll around with rolled up sleeves.

Trying your best not to look too long at him, you glanced back at Charlie.

“But what if I –“

“Charlie, dear,” Moira piped up, her voice gentle and kind. It was the same voice she had used to comfort Bernie this morning after she had made the discovery that her son’s scent was not as beta-like as she had hoped. “Briggs is right,” the older woman explained, “You will need your suppressants more than anyone else in this group.”

More than you.

You swallowed heavily, trying to get enough oxygen into your lungs to fool your heart into believing that you were not about to have a full-blown panic attack.

Charlie’s light eyes met yours and you knew him well enough to know that he was feeling the same way.

“Come on, Charlie,” you heard yourself say, stepping forward, “Let’s go for a walk.”

Everyone else let you pass without a word of protest and Paz nodded at you in approval. Bernie looked like she had about a thousand different things on her mind and you could not blame her. The outbreak was the least ideal place to be an omega – much less discover being an omega. And to see that your child had to be an omega in this cruel world? You could not imagine the pain she was going through.

The tree line was only a few steps away from where you had stood, the clearing only barely big enough for you to set up camp, and so it only took a few more steps until the thick trunks provided you with some privacy. With the summer nearing its end, the leaves filtered the sunlight a light gold and you took a moment to appreciate the pure beauty and peace of it.

In the last few years, there had not been enough moments like this.

You watched as Charlie started to pace from tree to tree, bouncing off them like the DVD logo on the sides of the screen. There were a lot of things you wanted to say, a lot of things you wanted to assure him of. But you also knew that he was not prone to listening right now and you could not blame him.

“I don’t want to take your suppressants away from you,” the boy started, tears of anger running down his cheeks, “I – I don’t want to be an omega and I don’t want to have heats and I don’t want everyone to look at me like I am a fucking failure!”

His voice got louder and louder and in peak teenage fashion, he kicked his foot over the ground, sending a bunch of leaves up in the air and sailing down to the mossy floor.

Your brows rose in surprise.

“They are not my suppressants,” you corrected him gently, “They are for those in the group that need it most. And that is you.”

Charlie huffed, still not looking at you.

“It’s okay to be scared,” you said, “And it’s okay that you are unhappy with your presentation. Stars knew I always wanted to be a beta. But,” you stepped closer to him, “We don’t always get to choose what happens. And while it speaks to your character that you don’t want to put me in an uncomfortable situation, Briggs is right. Everyone is. You don’t know what a heat is like, especially your first one. It is too dangerous. At least I had mine already, I know what it is like.”

“That was years ago,” he protested, “Before the outbreak.”

“Yes, but it is still more experience than you have,” you added.

That seemed to get him thinking but he still did not look very happy. Deep down you knew it was not your fault that he was feeling this way or your responsibility to make him feel better. But you remembered how terrified you had been when you had your first heat and how terrified he must feel now.

“Look,” you took a deep breath, “We always knew that there would come a point where we have to choose who gets the suppressants. We were just lucky until now. Lucky that Chants has an implant and that Moira doesn’t get her heats anymore. And we got especially lucky when Sunshine mated with Paz before she could need them,” you said glancing over at where the giant man was gazing at his omega like she hung the stars in the sky.

The gaps in the trees afforded you the perfect view of the camp and when you saw the couple, so very in love with each other, something tugged at your heartstrings. You had never been interested in Paz that way but something you stung when you saw the way he looked at his mate. You wanted someone to look at you the way he looked at her.

You wanted someone to love you.

Charlie’s shaky breath snapped you out of your thoughts.

“Anyway,” you sighed, putting your hand on his shoulders, “If you are feeling like you take the suppressants from me – you are not. I know what I am getting into.”

“I always thought I was going to be a beta,” the boy finally said, revealing the true reason for his upset, “Like mom … and like dad.”

Your heart ached.

“You’re not less like your parents just because your presentation is different,” you assured him, “You will always be their son.”

“I know but … I feel like I disappointed her,” his shoulders slumped, his head “Mom, I mean.”

“Oh honey,” you pulled him in for a hug, “She is not disappointed. She is just worried about you.”

He wrapped his arms around you and you pretended not to notice the way his body was shaking or how his hot tears soaked your shirt.

Minutes passed like this and you could see the birds flying in the crowns of the trees, the leaves and canopy shaking and throwing intricate patterns on the forest floor. You wished you could stay here forever, in this little, safe corner of the world that seemed so far away from everything that wanted to kill you.

But you knew you never stayed in a place too long and it would be time again soon to move somewhere else.

“Thank you for that,” Charlie mumbled and pulled away from you, “Can – Can I be alone for a bit?”

“Sure thing, kid,” you smiled, “Don’t stay too long or else Briggs will send a search party out.”

He nodded and you smiled before making your way back to the camp. The leaves crunched under your shoes and you spotted a little squirrel rushing its way up a tree.

Your head was spinning as you approached the group, the reality of the situation really sinking in. Then again, it really should not be a problem at all. There was no reason to be nervous. After all, you were in a somewhat protected environment and you were an adult. You should be able to face a heat alone. Right?

Everyone was busy doing something (your heart warmed at the sight of Grogu, Pan and Jarno listening completely enraptured to Moira and Briggs retelling a Shakespeare play) but you could not find it in yourself to join anyone.

“All good?” Chants asked you, looking up from where he was working on one of the cars with Din.

You nodded, “All good.”

There was no reason to tell him that you felt like your heart was about to explode from fear or that you could feel your palms get sweaty at the thought of stopping to take the pills immediately.

That night, the entire group sat by the fire, seeming like the issue from this morning was long forgotten. Briggs, Paz and Din were bowed over a map they had placed on the hood of Altarf’s truck, probably planning the safest route to take when it was time to change camps.

Altarf and Sluice had been on dinner duty today and the stew they made still sat warm in your belly. The night air had cooled down significantly so you had remained at your place by the fire, amicably chatting with Sunshine and Bernie. You could see Grogu and the kids playing in the dirt by some of the cars.

Chants and Moira were off collecting the hanging laundry of the day and you already looked forward to wearing some freshly washed clothes.

How lucky you were that even years later you could all go to bed with a full stomach and the knowledge that you would wake up in the morning. Somewhat safe, somewhat sheltered, and surrounded by people who had become family.

“Wisconsin would take us right by Minneapolis,” Paz said, drawing a line with his finger. You smirked when you noticed how Sunshine immediately zoned out of the conversation, all her attention on her alpha.

“We are definitely not heading to Washington,” Din protested, “Heard that corner is a powder keg waiting to explode.”

“North, then?” Briggs asked, “If the tracks we found are anything to go by we would need to get a few days’ distance between us and here.”

Hearing them talk about moving camp made you anxious. When would your heat strike? Would you be so unlucky to have it while you were on the move? You had been on suppressant for so long that you hardly remembered what it felt like to go into heat. Would you really survive several hours in a car with your mind occupied with being fucked seven ways to Sunday?

“You okay?”

You flinched, looking up at the alpha that had just joined you.

“Boba,” you chided the man who gave you the hint of a smile.

He sat down next to you, the fire illuminating his features and you allowed yourself to look at him a little longer than usual.

Boba Fett was … He was …

Boba Fett was the kind of man you had dreamt about before the outbreak. And, to be honest, after the outbreak. The way he held himself so full of confidence and competence had always attracted you and you found that with each day that passed, you had another little thing you loved liked about him.

One day, it had been the way the crow’s feet on his eyes showed when he laughed. It was a rare sight but that made it all the more special, seeing him joke around with Din or Paz or one of the kids.

Another day, it had been exactly that: the way he was with the kids. At first, you had expected him to be a grumpy loner but there was a kindness there when he taught them about the dangers of weapons and made sure to show them to properly handle one if they ever came across a rifle.

Then there had been his hands. Stars, his hands. Thick long fingers and palms weathered from work. You knew he hadn’t been a mechanic like Din but that he had helped him out and he still did now, fixing cars and engines right and left in that week when all of your vehicles had started making problems, threatening to get you stuck in Northern Arizona.

That was another thing: his competence. It made you weak in the knees and your panties wet to see him be so knowledgeable about so many things. Sure, it started when you had seen him, hands greasy and white tank top stained, fix one of the trucks like it was nothing. But it had continued when he had disassembled and cleaned his guns and put them back together again like it was no big deal. Or that one night where you had crossed a group and had spent dinner together and one of them had a guitar. You remembered it like it was yesterday, the surprise on (almost) everyone’s faces when Boba had asked for the guitar and played a few songs for the group.

Another day it had been his jaw and the stubble that grew when he went a few days without shaving. You wondered what it would feel like on your neck or between your thighs and you woke up more than one morning, vivid dream memories in your minds of how he had scented you with a stubble jaw like that.

Yes, Boba Fett was the alpha that made your voice stutter, your heart race and your pussy feel so very empty. Only that you were too shy to ever do anything about it. With Paz and his mate, it had been obvious to everyone (except for them) that they were meant for one another and it had taken barely any time for them to figure it out, too.

But you and Boba … You had been part of this group almost for the entirety after the outbreak. If anything were to happen, it would have happened by now. You were sure of it.

Realizing that you had stared at him for a little too long, you cleared your throat and looked at the glowing ambers of the fire.

“You okay, Princess?” he asked you quietly, “You’ve been quiet today.”

“Oh, you know,” you shrugged, trying to ignore how that made your cheeks feel suspiciously hot, “Just thinking.”

“You’re worried about the suppressants, aren’t you?”

You did not say anything which, apparently, was confirmation enough.

“We won’t let anything happen to you,” he stated, calm and confident and it was so easy to just believe him when he continued, “You’ll be the safest you can ever be, omega. It will be over before you know it and then we can see if we can some more suppressants up in Wisconsin.”

“Charlie’ll need them,” you said, your hands fidgeting, “I won’t get suppressants any time soon, Boba, we both know it.”

When you turned your head to look at him, you were met with brown eyes gazing at you so intimately, it made you want to crawl right into his arms. It made you want to curl up in his lap, tuck your face into the crook of his neck and just breathe him in until everything was right again in the world.

He opened his mouth, ready to say something and you saw his hand twitch like he was about to reach out to you.

“Now now, what are we whisperin’ about?” Moira laughed, sitting down on your other side. Sluice and Chants were with her and you watched as Sunshine walked over to Paz, being greeted with a grin and a soft kiss.

“Nothing of importance,” Boba replied, still looking only at you but straightening up. Only now did you notice how close he had been, how his knee had brushed against yours, and now with him standing up, how it left you cold and alone. “I think I’ll head over to Din … get the details of the route we’re taking.”

You wanted to ask him to stay with you a little longer but your shyness made the words dry on your tongue and you watched him leave.

“Hey there, princess,” Sluice grinned, sidling up to you. You knew she was just teasing you. It was the running joke in the group that Boba kept calling you princess like it meant something.

Of course, it didn’t.

(But stars knew you really wanted it to.)

It took four days for you to notice that something was wrong.

There even was a moment where you had had the slightest hope that maybe you wouldn’t get your heat. That you had taken the suppressant for so long that your body has just decided to skip them altogether and make your life that much easier.

But of course, it didn’t.

It started with you feeling more restless than usual. Whereas the kids’ shenanigans previously amused you, they now surprised you. Even more so when they would jump from behind trees but fake scare you only for it to end up really scaring you. They laughed at first at your surprised squeal and the little jump backwards you made, good-natured as kids were, but by the fourth time it happened, a stern Boba rushed over, his hand on your back, and telling them off on how it was mean to keep scaring you like that.

Then your temperature rose. Only at night at first. Despite the evening cooling down and Chants getting, you kicked off your blanket more and more, wishing you could just take off all your clothes and bathe in a cool stream. Then it happened when people touched you. Altarf brushed your hand once when giving you a few dishes and it felt like your skin was on fire, making you flinch. The same happened with Paz, the big man frowning with concern when you jumped away from him when his hand landed on your shoulder.

(It didn’t happen with Boba. Or at least it didn’t happen like that with Boba. Boba’s touch caused a warm fire in your belly that spread outwards until your entire skin was gently tingling with the need to be touched by him. Which was perfectly normal, you tried to tell yourself.)

You flinched away not only from but from everyone who had not approached you loud enough or anyone who touched you. No, your clothes started to feel scratchy, ill-fitting and just way too thick. Sluice started to tease you about how you were always fiddling with the collar of your shirt, trying to get the cool late summer air onto your body.

Not to mention the smells.

Stars, the smells.

You had never really bothered with how the others smelled. Sure, you had been faintly aware of how Paz’s scent had changed when Sunshine had first joined and how they both had become more prominent. Or how Charlie, now having his own presentation, had gotten his own scent. Or how musky and woodsy and comfortable Boba smelled. But that was nothing compared to the stench they now all emitted – except for Boba.

It was like you could no longer stand being around them. The only people you tolerated were the kids and Bernie. But the person you sought out the most was Boba because he smelled divine.

If he noticed it, he did not show it but the important part was that you noticed. And you knew you didn’t have long until things would get serious for you.

Only that you had not expected it to get serious so soon.

The night was dark and quiet when you had snuck out of the truck. You tried to tell yourself it was because you could not sleep but deep down you knew it was because you were way too hot and even Chants – Chants! – started to reek so bad you could no longer spend even a minute in that truck with him.

You knew it wasn’t his fault. If anyone’s, it was yours. But so, you snuck out, into the cool night air that made your skin feel normal again and that was free of any stench because everyone was fast asleep in their cars. If you focused enough you could even hear Altarf’s snoring.

Being outside helped, you found, but as quickly as your body cooled down from the heat wave, just as quickly did it reach a temperature that had you shivering. Debating if you wanted to risk getting back to the truck to get you something warmer or if you could –

Your thoughts were interrupted by pain so bad it made you double over.

A split second of confusion gave way to the realization that you were starting your heat.

The muscles in your abdomen cramped up again and you gasped, falling to all fours as you tried to gather the strength to press your palm against your belly. The touch helped minder the pain a little but it also made you aware of how you were yearning to be touched.

You wanted to feel hands on you – in your – and your pussy to be filled and someone to sink his teeth into your neck and mark you his.

Who were you kidding you didn’t want someone, you wanted Boba.

Tears of frustration and fear stung in your eyes and you tried to even your breathing.

This was okay. Everything was okay. It was not the first time you had your heat and it would not be the last time and hell, if you had gotten through it before, you would get through it again. Didn’t matter if it felt like your body was burning up from the inside and the only thought that made it better (and then much worse) was that of an unattainable alpha claiming you.

“Shit,” you cursed, furiously wiping at your cheeks, “Shit shit shit shit!”

Someone’s shoes appeared in your field of vision.

It was none other than Boba.

A breeze rustled the trees and his scent filled your nose, sending a wave of calm through your body. Closing your eyes was involuntary but you did not mind because your body felt so much lighter now. It was like a weight had been lifted off your chest and you could breathe.

He smelled even better than before, the scent of pine wood and something you could not yet pinpoint driving you crazy. You could feel your temperature rising a few degrees and suddenly it all came rushing back to you. The frustration, the fear, the panic, the desire.

“You okay?” Boba asked, sounding very concerned.

You could not help the way your bottom lip trembled as you allowed yourself to admit that –

“No,” you breathed out, “I’m terrified, alpha.”

He sank down to his knees in front of you. Your eyes immediately fell to his crotch and you were ashamed to admit that the first thought you had was to reach out and undo his zipper, to try and see what he

Thick arms wrapped around you and pulled you out of your thoughts and into his chest. His body exuded warmth that yours had been missing and you relaxed into him. His hands were on the back of your neck and your lower back and his touch caused pure warmth in you. You buried your face in the crook of his neck, just like you had dreamt of, and breathed in his scent.

In a movement so small, you barely registered it, his nose brushed over your neck and you gasped softly.

“I know,” he said, his lips moving against your skin, “I know, princess, I can smell how scared you are.”

“What if I fuck it up?” you gasped into him, trying to hold the tears at bay. Your hands grasped at the back of his flannel, the fabric not feeling as repulsive as your own clothes, “What if – what if Chant can’t sleep because of me and we get attacked and he cannot defend himself and – and what if it is all my fault?”

A sob wrecked your body and you huddled closer to him.

For the longest moment, Boba did not say anything, merely holding you to him as you tried to gather yourself. Having him so close, with his hands on your body and your nose pressed against his neck, made it that much easier to calm down. You felt safe with him.

“You will sleep in my truck,” he stated, then, “I can bunk with Chants.”

“But – but –“

“Omega,” he interrupted you warmly and your mouth snapped shut, your brain short-circuiting at him calling you that, “You will have your heat, there is no question about it. You need rest and a safe place to nest and soft things. My truck has that and all the privacy you could desire.”

“Okay,” you nodded, swallowing back the tears that threatened to form in your eyes (again), “Thank you, alpha.”

Somewhere in the back of your mind, you remembered that calling someone by their presentation was something intimate, something special. But it felt right, calling Boba that. Because if anyone was your alpha, it would be him. You could not imagine anyone else having the effect on you that he did. And you did not want anyone, except for him, to have that power.

His nose brushed over your scent gland again, this time right behind your ear, properly scenting you.

“Oh,” you whimpered, feeling a trickle of arousal gather in your panties. You clenched your thighs, he

Boba growled, his chest rumbling against yours, “Fuck, I’m sorry, omega, I shouldn’t have –“

He pulled away, ever so slightly, his hand cupping the side of your neck and the trickle became a wave when his rough fingertips brushed over the sensitive spot.

“No!” you protested quickly, a little too loudly, maybe, but you did not care if it meant you could have him scent you again, “Please … I – one more?”

The alpha in front of you froze and your eyes fluttered closed when his fingertips continued to caress your neck.

“You want me to scent you?” he asked and you were too far gone to notice if he sounded surprised. But what you did notice was how his thumb rubbed gentle circles onto your neck, how his eyes seemed a little darker in the light of the moon and how his scent seemed to get just a little bit stronger.

Shyly, you nodded, deciding to throw all caution into the wind. “Yes please, alpha.”

There was that rumble in his chest again, the one that made your pussy pulse and your thighs clench. But you could not even pretend not to be affected by his ministrations. Not when his nose, making your body break out in the best kind of shivers.

“That okay?” he asked against your neck and the fact that his lips were touching your skin now, the hint of his tongue peeking out again the patch of skin, made you almost feel blind with lust. “That feel good, princess?”

“Uh huh,” you brought out, tilting your head back so he had better access.

“Sweet little omega,” his lips grazed your ear before he moved his mouth back to where you needed it most, “Good little omega.”

His hand moved back to the back of your head, holding you against him and keeping you this and that way so he had the best angle to lavish your neck with attention. You allowed him to manoeuvre you as he needed, knowing instinctually that you would be rewarded in the best way.

And oh stars were you right about that.

“Smell so fucking good,” he grunted, his hips snapping against yours, “Bet you taste even better”.”

You did not know what made you come. His filthy words, the idea of his mouth, the feeling of his teeth on your skin, threatening to mark you or the outline of his hard cock against your flimsy sleep shorts, pressing right into your clit.

Maybe it was a combination of all of those things that had you stifling your moan against his neck and your vision going white. That had your pussy pulsing and clenching around nothing and your folds getting even wetter with your release.

You knew the first orgasm of a heat was the hardest to achieve. Which made it all the more surprising that it had been so easy with Boba. You were so stunned that you did not even have it in you to feel the slightest bit of shame at how needy you were. How you had just come undone in front of him like it was always meant to be.

“Good girl,” he whispered, pressing a soft kiss behind your ear before gently untangling himself from you, “Feel better now?”

You nodded quietly, still reeling from what had happened but also feeling drunk on his pheromones.

“C’mon,” he murmured, his hands helping you stand up onto shaking legs, “Let’s get you into bed, sweet thing, wouldn’t want to keep you from your nest for too long.”

You could only hope that he would join you.

#maybege writes #boba fett x reader #boba fett x fem!reader #smut #apocalypse!boba vibes

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Here are the older trolls as monsters for my monster au. It’s kinda fancier and more complicated to finish them because their designs have lots of details.

Peppy is a former alpha of his pack, now that one of the twins, Poppy ends up taking over the position while Viva, the other twin formed her own. He was Bastion’s best wolf buddy ever since they prowled in their 100’s. Being very close to the vampire prince, Peppy became the best wolf in his wedding and vice versa when he got married to his mate. He hasn’t seen the vampire couple for so long until they finally reunite and had to band together to fight the evil horde that is trying to invade the monster world.

Prince Bastion of the Nevermore Clan is one of the few vampires who tolerated werewolves since he’s best friends with Peppy. They were inseparable like bats in the ceiling ever since they met as a batling and wolf pup respectively. Alongside Dr. Moonbloom, Mags Gumdrop, and Sky Toronto, they loved prowling in the woods and scaring anyone in their way. When Bastion ends up marrying Jasmine Dracula, he and everybody else were attacked by a mob of angry humans and they fought their way out to the shadows for their safety. When they had Rose, they had no choice but to keep her safe by giving her up to his mother, Queen Celestia so that she can grow up safely and prepared to become the next vampire queen. They make sure their other children, Linden, Aurora, and Twilight are prepared for their roles in fighting the divine republic while watching over Rose in a distance. He was later reunited with her and Peppy after years on being on a lookout and he joins forces with the other monsters to fight their common enemy. His vampire gift is the ability to detect lies. As the younger sister of the infamous Count Dracula, Jasmine’s vampire gift is darkness manipulation, which is one hundred percent stronger since she is a part of the vampire king’s family.

Queen Celestia is the queen of the vampires. She was a former consort of the late vampire king and the mother of six children, having five daughters and one son, Bastion. As a proud grandmother, Celestia had lived thousands of years and still haven’t aged since vampires are ageless. She is also very close to Rose, whom she have raised to become next in line to the throne and to fulfill her destiny, even though she has to sacrifice herself to protect her beloved family. Her vampire gift is the siren song.

Quincy and Essence are plant monsters who were born from the seeds of different plants, with Quincy’s being formed from an unspecified tree while Essence came from a rare corpse flower. They lead their own monster community while raising their sons, Cooper and Darnell but they have to move to a settlement near the Nevermore Castle because of the monster hunter. Now, they welcome two more plant monsters to their family, Jussy, and Emi, who both became the love interests of their sons.

Trollzart is a harpy who is the leader of his own flock and one of the monster communities. Not much was known about him but he is a ferocious attacker and hunter if any human or rogue attack any monster under his wing.

Delta Dawn is a deerling who leads her own monster community and the Wildhoof tribe. She looks friendly at first glance and she was initially sympathetic but she can be protective of all the monsters from humans, whom she harbors resentment because of ecological destruction and the persecution of humans. She has a sassy attitude and love for all "Southern" things, as well as being as smart as a whip, but she is also in a zing with Dickory.

Thrash is a former alpha of his pack, which is now lead by his daughter, Barb. He is absent-minded, but he dotes his daughter a lot and was a skilled hunter and warrior who showed no mercy on the Gileadeans that he tore apart for years. Despite his senility, he is willing to accept other monsters, including innocent humans.

The next one will be a pawful so be prepared, ghouls and mansters.

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sadnightforus · 1 year ago

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THE FATED STARS (PJS) | SMAU

PROFILES: 7 DUCKLINGS

Park Jongseong harbors the biggest crush on one of the most popular girls on the campus, you. You, being dared by your friend group to tweet and made a boyfriend application, initially started out as a joke, thinking that no one would applied it. Upon the tweet going viral and many applications being sent in, he decided that he would shoot his shot, even if he doesn’t know a single shit about what is the sun, moon, rising in astronomy.

BACK TO MASTERLIST. | VICTIMS OF CAPITALISM.

JAY/PARK JONGSEONG: ceo’s son, unofficial sugar daddy of the group. majors in literature and that’s how he met y/n (and he swears you’re the love of his life). half of his house items have been stolen and returned by his friends also. unknowingly adopted riki as his kid (jungwon threw tantrums about it sometimes). get flamed in the gc because he’s quite literally delusional about you.

LEE HEESEUNG: majors in psychology (it’s surprising), a self proclaimed hot person. he has had this twitter account since 8th grade and he originally started using a fake name because he thought why not (it was stuck like that for years). occasional jake’s gaming buddy and probably one of the remaining people with a functioning bone in their body in the friend group (although his mind is half rotten because who needs intelligence when his genetics makes up for it?). roommates with jake. an honorable justin beiber’s fan.

PARK SUNGHOON: majors in finances. he has to be honest, he doesn’t know why he did it but he thought it’ll be fun which turns out to be a terrible idea. has turned down multiple agencies’ offer to become their model down because he’s barely surviving college, why would he model on top of it too? he might look cold, but in reality, he just barely has it together at times. he makes it his mission to make people’s lives a living hell with jungwon and riki.

JAKE/SIM JAEYUN: majors in physics. roommates with heeseung. has a dog named layla back home (Layla is under his mom’s care, he remembered crying to sleep when his landlord doesn’t allow dogs). the one who operates the football bet because he is sick of minimum wage that does nothing but paying only 15% of his living expenses and he can easily extort money via the losing bet from jay.

YANG JUNGWON: majors in communication, roommates with sunoo. a cat’s defender until the end. secretly has the best fashion taste (and it’s definitely not because he has borrowed half of sunoo’s clothes and wears it as his own). despite majoring in communication, he’d rather hold a grudge than talk it out, serving him right for the pettiness. he slowly learns how to shoot extremely and gut wrenchingly hurtful insults from sunoo also.

SUNOO/KIM SEONWOO: majors in creative writing, roommates with jungwon. they knew each other because they went to the same arcade almost everyday in 12th grade and they became good friends when sunoo beat jungwon in a basketball game. on the outside, he might be harmless, but don’t be mistaken, he got many tricks up his sleeve. his looks are deceiving.

NIKI/NISHIMURA RIKI: majors in dance. makes jay unknowingly adopt him that one night because of a scribbling paper he wrote in Japanese which turns out to be an adoption paper (according to jay, his handwriting was diabolical, which explains why he can’t make the sentences out despite him knowing the language). he is in the ‘annoy everybody’ trio with sunoo and sunghoon. an evil kid if you might.

#kpop au #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #kpop fanfic #kpop fluff #enha smau #enhypen smau #enhypen x reader #enhypen social media au #park jongseob x reader #park jongseob smau #park jongseob fluff #jay park smau #jay park fic #itzy smau #le sserafim smau #xdinary heroes smau #aespa smau

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bobbinalong · 1 year ago

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Bro I am SALIVATING over your SIKTC au

There shall be more eventually! Next year, probably, but there will be because I love it a lot, too. For now, have these thoughts on the SIKTC!Browns, copied right from Twitter. (Too many of them are about the baby, but that's just something everybody here will have to deal with.)

Arthur and Steph got their injuries/scars in the same incident when Steph was about seven. Bruce killed the monster responsible -- Steph and him have not been free of each other since.

Crystal and Arthur have been seperated for. A while. They're not officially divorced, though.

Dean is still Allie's father and he's not around here, either. ?robably not even in the same city.

Steph might be the closest thing to a vigilante this AU has because Gotham is still a hellhole. She's not a(n official) Monster Hunter, she can't even see monsters anymore, and Bruce is conviced she exists only to give him a headache. Cass kind of likes her. Tim has a crush on her (they've never met).

Arthur still sucks tremendously but maybe. Marginally less than in canon.

Crystal has been clean for ~4 years. She's of course still a nurse.

Steph's working part time jobs, looking after allie and avoiding getting murdered by things she can't see. She also volunteers at Leslie's clinic occasionally. Her plan is to eventually study to become a nurse like her mom. She doesn't sleep much.

Cass has met allie, more on accident that on purpose; Bruce hasn't. This will be held over his head endlessly.

All of Allie's clothes are at least size to big because they buy them for her to grow into (but she's growing like a weed so they're never too too big for too long).

I'm also thinking about giving Arthur his ponytail back but then he just looks so silly with his lil curls.

Also! Because I think I haven't like. "Announced it" on Tumblr yet, the polls made Dick and Bruce Black Masks (alongside Cass, who I decided on) and Duke a White Mask (along ... or well, after Jason, since the kid's dead and buried. Along with his We Are Robin buddies, though). Babs and Tim are Azure Masks. Damian is training under Bruce (or Dick, if I decide to kill of Bruce, we'll see) and he'll probably become a Black Mask, too. Alfred was the easiest after Babs, he's a Scarlet Mask.

Other DC characters I know exist in this universe: Dinah Lance (aka Black Canary, a Black Mask) and the Kents (not affiliated with the Order but Lois is always one step behind Bruce). I've been thinking about making Clark, like, ... the orphaned son of decimated House the Order lost track off or something. I don't know yet. The other Birds of Prey probably exist, too.

Also, just to have them in one place, the three things I've drawn for this AU so far.

#also does steph's story make sense #not entirely #but this is my au and i can make her as special as i want #dc #siktc #siktc au #stephanie brown #crystal brown #arthur brown #damian wayne #tim drake

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originalwinnercheesecake · 2 years ago

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Gustholomule: spoilers for For the Future

So we saw Matty again, got lots of him interacting with Gus and Gus friends, and we learn about three new things about him

Spoilers below

1.) He is actually a real good Leader/planer/strategist when he works at it. Wow. Well the planing thing I guess we did have some proof. His take over of the HAS was really well planed, and adapted, especially for a 13 year old who was in a completely new environment and didn’t know any allies/have friends who he knew for a fact would take his side.

Still on a note. I said in my Gus Appreciation post that the HAS club was Gus (unintentionally) at his worst. That he said he created it so he could “build a place were everybody had a voice” but if you look at the way he ran his club (only he brought things in, only he could touch things, he made himself a crown, and referred to voting as “anarchy’,) it seems more like he wanted to create a place where he was in charge of older kids and they had to listen to him. I also said that I believed leaving the club was necessary for Gus’s maturity, and that Mattholomule would be just as immature and unfair a leader as Gus. Just as surprising to me as Matt having such good ideas and plans for “New Hexsides” refuge camp, is seeing that he crossed out some of Gus’s more unfair rules and made the club more inclusive towards all members. I misjudged you Matty. Your a good club President. But you know Gus better now, you’ve seen that Gus has matured and become more considerate since. Please let him back in as a subordinate member.

2.) Matty is a dramatic AF who used a (easily smudging) marker to draw facial hair on himself, tried to get people to call him Man-Tholomule (buddy no one will ever call you that), and used a bad “dramatic twist “ theater line in the big fight when addressing a robot. HAHAHA

3.) The Big one... His name is actually Matt Tholomule. All those times when the fandom asked “ Why does he have such a weird first name?”, “How did his parents come up with it?”, “His Brother is named Steve. IS Steve short for something weird? How do you get one child with a name like “Steve” and then the next is named “Mattholomule”. Times I have personally searched his name on Tumblr and thought “ at least him having such a made up first name makes searching a character without a last name much easier”. (Note I have the same thoughts on Skara’s name. Is her full name going to turn out to be Skar A?).

But back to the matter at hand, here is one more reason, besides fan’s questions on the difference of the half brothers names, besides this meaning that the ship name Gustholomule is actually Gus’s first name attached to Matt’s last name. Even besides what that one genius poster pointed out about how Matt always calls Gus “Au-Gus-Tus” with the syllables spaced out and suggested that that was Matt trying to give Gus a really cryptic, unhelpful, hint to try putting more space in his name.

No it’s also funny because of this picture on Gus’s wall.

Matt has a party hat, so we know this was a birthday. Matt being the one in front, the one sitting down, and the absence of Willow and Luz implies that this is Matt’s birthday, and Gus is visiting his house to help celebrate it. Let’s think about that for a moment.

Did Matt’s cake not have “Happy Birthday Matt” written on it? Or if it did did Matt say/Gus think that it just said Matt because Mattholomule would take to mch room? There was nowhere in the house where Matt’s name was written out correctly and nothing saying “Tholomule Family” on it? Neither of Matt’s parents introduced themselves to Gus as “Mr./Mrs. Tholomule”? No confusion was expressed by one of them as to why Gus called their son by his full name? If Steve was able to be there he never pulled Gus to the side and said “Hey FYI Tholomule is actually our last name. My brother’s first name is just Matt.”? Going over all of that, I can only assume that Matt told is family about his little prank before inviting Gus over, and they all played along. Which would mean that the entire Tholomule family are devious, prankster, gremlins, not just Matt. This is a fact that I feel needs to be acknowledged.

Oh lastly while we are on the subject of Matt’s family this name thing just makes me think more that Mason, the construction head, is the Steve & Matt’s father and shared parent. Matt was running his father’s booth in “Covention Day” while Mason outfitted new members with construction seals. The only reason I can think of as to why such a young, inexperienced, and unsigled, witch-let would be representing a coven subgroup at such a big event: he was helping his parent. Then Mason came back before the Emperor’s coven show, because Matt wanted to attend and to try and see Steve. The reason Mason’s last name was not on the coven list, was because if we saw Mason Tholomule it would have spoiled the joke to early.

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hello-im-not-a-possum · 1 year ago

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Shattered Identity

Chapter one. Chapter two. Chapter three. Chapter four. Chapter five. Chapter six. Chapter seven. Chapter eight.

Chapter Nine: The self-sabotaging nature of the pyrophobic pyromaniac.

Danny was getting pretty antsy. One ghost-attack free day was a welcome break, two was unusual but also welcome. Three was starting to become suspicious. He anticipated that there would be less attacks when Vlad and his minions weren't on his back, but none at all? Not when there were plenty of other ghosts who had bones to pick with him!

Given his track record, it could only mean one of two things: either two (or more) ghosts were teaming up and taking their sweet time to scheme or something important was going on. 'Important' ranging from zone-wide truce he wasn't aware of, to giant threat taking out everyone before it reached him.

During the second lap of his patrol, he was thankful to see that there was a small group of ghosts chatting amongst themselves by a park bench.

"Oh! Whelp!" Skulker noticed him and waved him over as he saw him flying overhead. "I take it you got an invitation too?"

"Invitation?" Danny flew down. "To what?"

"Some kinda funeral." Walker handed his invite to Danny so he could read it himself. "Next Sunday at noon."

Danny was surprised, not about the funeral itself, 'Cousin Jack' was stressing about it more than some people stress about their wedding days, but the fact that he had seemingly invited Walker, Desiree, Youngblood...

The vultures, the Dairy King, and Skulker kinda made sense, those three were his top minions, the Dairy King was either a relative of his or they got along enough to not mind sharing a castle, and Skulker was his... Favorite client..? Hunting buddy..? ...Friend..? But something felt random about everybody else to him.

"I didn't know he knew this many ghosts.." Danny looked back and forth between the invite and at the crowd.

"I don't know this 'Masters' guy myself." Walker clarified as he took the invite back. "But the lanky kid who handed me the invite looked so sad and pathetic that it would feel like kickin' a puppy with broken legs turnin' him down. ...Son of a gun looked like he'd crumble like paper if I breathed on him too hard..."

"Didn't you read the letter that came *with* the invite?" The Dairy King raised an eyebrow. "It explains everything don'tcha know."

"...My bad." Walker muttered while taking the envelope it came in out of his pocket and putting the invite back in while taking his letter out and reading it in his head.

"Wait! Walker, did the kid who gave you yours have blueish skin, red eyes, black hair, and had his face completely covered in bandages?" Ember butted in.

"Yeah? Why?" Walker pushed Ember out of his face.

"That must've been Zero! Man, I haven't seen that guy in decades! Wonder what made him come back up..."

"Wait, you've met Patient Zero?" Danny raised an eyebrow. Sure, he wasn't entirely surprised that teen-again Vlad's ghost form looked exactly how normal-teen Vlad's ghost form looked, but again, how did Vlad know Ember back then?

"Yeah! He and I crossed paths a few times, collabed on some folk-punk punk-rock jams, crashed at each others' places... he could beat out some killer drum solos and this one time he helped me break out of pri-" She trailed off as she realized that she is right next to THE Warden and that telling Danny about her and Zero's crime escapades would probably get them both arrested. "-Of a really bad relationship which *felt* like a prison."

The Warden scoffed, not at her, but at the bizarre piece of paper he was reading.

"Well this makes even less sense, I've arrested this guy eighty-nine times in the past year alone! Why the hell would he even want me at his funeral? Wait- ...Oh." Walker stared at the letter for a while in thought before pocketing it without another word.

"...Yeah, I reacted the same when I read the end of mine." Skulker sighed.

"So, just to clarify; no fighting today? Or up until after the funeral?"

Walker and Skulker, as well as pretty much everyone in the crowd, gave the ghost boy an unamused look.

"There's nothing from us in writing or any rules against fighting before a ghost's funeral, but someone would have to be a sick son of a gun to even think about using somebody's final death as a way to attack someone else with the element of surprise on their side-"

"GET DOWN!"

Skulker tackled Danny, Walker, and Ember to the ground, before any of them could protest, a glowing shot flew right where they were standing, hitting a bench behind them which melted to a pile of smoldering ash.

"Nice going P! You wasted our only shot!" Agent J smacked the unlucky agent upside the head while the ghosts proceeded to scatter.

"Oh yeah? Well *You're* the one who didn't throw the nets over them first when we first found the gathering!"

"This van doesn't have Ecto-nets!"

"And who *chose* the van without ecto-nets without taking one of the net guns?!"

"Look, the longer you two bicker, the faster the rest of these things get away!" Agent L broke up the fight. "Just fridge the gun and follow after the ghost boy! He's our biggest target..."

Hiding on the roof of Vlad's mansion, Danny looked around and as suspected, the GIW trailed him here. He was just about to text Tucker and Sam about the situation before the goth texted first.

[Danny! Bad news, don't hide at home! GIW groups are there!]

[They followed me to the Vlad's place and have a new shiny weapon, I bet they were just itching to try it out.]

[You're just NOW finding out??? I know he's sketchy but Vlad 2.0 still texted you about it, like, a hundred times.]

Danny paused, checked his messages, and after seeing nothing, unblocked Vlad. Sure enough, the past several messages were warnings that the GIW just bought the Ghost-Duster from his dad. ...Ideally, he'd like to know this sooner, but it wasn't like unblocking the former Fruitloop on everything was on his top priority list.

[Mini-Jack texted me on his dad's phone and I had him blocked.]

[Shoot.]

[What about you and Tucker? Are you guys safe?]

[Yeah, but coming to my house or Tuck's might be more dangerous than waiting it out at Vlad's, my mom let some of the agents in to 'act as bodyguards' after they broke up some kind of ghost meeting.]

[Darn it! What about Dani and Mini-Jack, are they safe? They've been out a lot lately.]

[Dani doesn't have a phone and we don't have Vlad 2.0's number]

Danny called Vlad's phone...

"Hello?"

Oh thank ancients.

"Vl-Jack?" He caught himself just on the off chance Dani was nearby. "There's GIW agents crawling everywhere, where are you and Dani?"

"We've been working on making a video in the basement, where are you?"

"On your roof."

"Were you followed?"

"...Yes."

"Well don't just stand there! It's the GIW, not birdwatchers, hurry up and come inside before one of them take the shot!"

Just as he was about to phase through the roof, he felt a net hit him at full force and attach him to the wall, knocking the phone out of his hand.

"...You know what, I'm coming up there."

Two hooks lodged themselves in the roof and a pair of GIW agents pulled themselves up, one of them holding the Ghost Duster.

"See? I *told* you the nets were important!"

"Yeah, yeah, just aim and fire already..."

"Danny!"

Time seemed to slow down for them as the shot connected with Danny's chest.

Watching it happen to Vlad was bad enough, but feeling what it was like for himself was... indescribable, like it was ripping him apart molecule by molecule, atom by atom, he was boiling away to just vapor and ash... He let out a horrible, chilling scream as icy blue cracks formed all over his body in a matter of seconds-

But just as quickly, bandages deeply stained with fuchsia-colored ectoplasm wrapped around him as if they had minds of their own, covering him up from head to toe. Action-wise, it was like a glue keeping his body from disintegrating into nothing while texture-wise, it was like a thick coating of aloe vera all over his skin, but mildly spicy. It didn't hurt, but it felt warm without actually being warm and kinda gross.

"What the hell is this stuff?!"

"Normal ectoplasm doesn't look like this!"

"No shit! It has eyes and teeth!"

"The Ghost Duster! The damn bastard's... abomination stuff set it on fire!"

"Ow! Hot! Call for backup!"

"Oh god, it's spreading!"

"AAAAAAAAAGGHH!!!!"

Danny's eyes adjusted to the weird pinkish black before he could see again, except he was looking at himself from a distance, watching his own body stagger and falling to the ground before getting caught by... himself?

No, that couldn't be right. His arms might be bandaged right now, but he was completely mummified while the bandages on the arms holding him were sparse, even if the rest of the visible skin was covered in magenta ectoplasm and last time he checked he wasn't wearing a lab coat-

Wait.

He moved his right arm, despite it feeling like it was made out of lead and submerged underwater.

He watched his fully bandaged body move his right arm a bit while the one holding him let out a sigh of relief, the right arm he saw as 'his' was not moving how Danny was trying to move it.

...It was disorienting to wrap his head around, but he was somehow seeing out of Vlad's eyes and at this point didn't know if this was one of his own powers or an unforeseen side effect of being covered up in Patient Zero's used bandages (something that made him want to hurl the longer he thought about it).

"Jack! Is Danny gonna be okay?!"

The halfa holding him adjusted him into a piggyback ride-like position, carrying him downstairs while talking to Dani, the three of them phasing through walls and floors when needed.

"I've managed to stabilize his body, his core seems weakened but still present thank goodness, but we need to get him to the Far Frozen as soon as possible. ...And since it's not safe to take him there like this, I have a plan to fully stabilize him."

"What is it?"

"Okay, for me to explain what it is and how it works, I need to tell you something... unpleasant but very important." He let out a deep sigh as he looked at her, the only reason why he wasn't kneeling down to be at her eye level was because she was already floating at his. "Danielle, I.. I didn't want you to find out like this, I wanted to tell you after the funeral, sometime where things were slightly settled down, but still recent enough where my lies wouldn't hurt you as much as it would if you found out on your own.. But I need you to know-"

"That you're Vlad..?"

That caught both of them off guard.

"...How did you already know..?"

"I overheard part of your conversation with Danny, you talked out loud while going through a breakdown, and there were no notes about 'Jack' in the clone files at all, ...I pieced it together from there. But how does that relate to your plan to fix him?"

"Because being on the receiving end of it and reliving the... experience was enough to figure out how to keep it from killing him. Think of a ghost like a glass filled with water, except the glass itself is in danger if it doesn't have water in it. While the gun managed to punch a hole in Danny's 'glass', he's stable for now because I'm giving him my 'water' to keep him that way."

Vlad set Danny down on what looked like an unused dissection table that was intended for a much larger subject than the one on it.

"Like a blood transfusion?"

"Yes! Exactly like a blood transfusion! But the tricky part of the procedure is that while I am able to also give him a part of my 'glass' to fix his hole in him, he and I have completely incompatible glasses as we are and trying to fuse a part of my core to his in his state would kill him instantly. So for the plan to work as intended-"

"-I'll need to give up my core..?" She took a cautious step back.

"NO! No, when I break off a part of my core, I want you to blast that broken off piece with as much power as you can muster."

Danny caught on to what Vlad was planning and wanted to say something, warn Vlad against doing this, tell Dani to stop him, anything! But the tightness of the bandages prevented him from opening his mouth. And even if he tried to let out a muffled warning, the idea of getting ectoplasm from a ghost with a disease and illness motif in his mouth felt like it would have extremely terrible consequences.

"...What?" She looked at Vlad like he had grown a second head. "How would that fix anything?!"

"You can't mix ice and fire because you'll either snuff out the fire or melt the ice. ...Or both in some very unfortunate cases." Vlad explained while reaching into his own chest and pulling out a brilliant scarlet core with flickers of magenta appearing and disappearing around it. "But, you can mix ashes and ice just fine."

"But you only barely survived the last time your core was in danger!" Dani protested. "If you break your own core... If you do this you could die!"

"Danielle, look at me." He put his hand on her shoulder. "I am aware... I've messed up a lot to put it lightly, more than even I know and I'm not a very honest person, I wasn't to you, Danny, or... anyone really. I don't even think I've told myself the full truth. But I know I survive this, I promise that you're not getting rid of me that easily." He half-chuckled.

"Okay..." She nodded and rubbed her eyes. "But Vlad, There's something I also wanted to tell you after the funeral."

"What is it?"

"After all of this is over... If you want me to stay in your life, you *need* to go to therapy." She crossed her arms. "I've read ALL of your clone notes, this is not up for negotiation."

"Agreed."

The hospital halfa's core gave some resistance to being crushed in his palm, but as he put more and more pressure on it, the previously unnoticeable fractures grew more and more visible, and-

CRAAAAACK!

"Vlad! Don't!" Danny called out just a second too late.

Exactly as the core shattered, there was a loud, crackling boom of thunder that took out the lights. The resulting electricity lit up very little, but enough for Danny could see what was happening;

Shards of red that quickly loss their color and luster in the electric light.

An icy blue core that was losing it's own color.

Hands holding the shards up to the core.

And a final, powerful jolt.

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[Danny? Are you okay?] [The GIW agents left my house, and everywhere else because some agents called for backup.] [Shoot! They're surrounding Vlad's place, Danny, did something happen over there?!] [Danny?!]

[Copy of "Vlad 2.0" texting, I have good news and bad news.]

[Jack?! What are you doing with Danny's phone?]

[It was in my yard, I think it fell on the ground.]

[Is Danny okay?!]

[Good news: Maybe! :D] [Bad news: ...Maybe.]

[????]

[Danny got shot with one of the GIW's new Ghost Dusters.]

[WHAT?!]

[But he's not dead because Dani and actual "Vlad 2.0" treated him before it could kill him.] [They're are taking him to Frostbite as we text, he's currently stable, but the only way to tell if what we did really worked is to get a medical/core professional on it.] [We're also checking to make sure he doesn't get any weird side effects from the procedure.]

[Oh thank goodness.]

[Hey] [You remember when you said that "there might be some good in me, but I'm squandering it by being a horrible dead business man's puppet" or something around those lines?]

[Yeah?] [Wait-] [No] [Don't you DARE turn evil on us, now is NOT the damn time for that, Vlad 2.0!]

[I'm not evil, I'm just thinking about my purpose and future.]

[Okay, but I'm watching you. I swear, if you so much as do *one* robbery, I'm kicking your butt myself.]

[-_-] [...Back on topic, I was made with the intended purpose of tying the loose ends and cleaning up the messes that Vlad's death caused. And for the most part, I thought I was doing... decently, up until the GIW had to throw a wrench in things.]

[Can't you reschedule the funeral and will reading?]

[It's next week, more than enough time to fix it.] [But there's too much at stake for me to keep holding back. I can't let them go thinking they can point that thing at anyone else and get away with it unscathed.] [They need to see the consequences of their actions. They need to learn that it's not worth the risk. If they don't, they won't stop until every single one of us is dead.] [So, now the gloves are off.] [Don't go outside, tell Tucker, Valerie, and the Fentons to stay inside too, tell them not to go out no matter what.] [Tell everyone else to only leave at their own risk.]

[Why?] [God, it's like a heatwave out here-]

[Sam, get back inside and do not breathe the air out there for too long.]

[OH MY GOD!] [EVERYTHING'S BRIGHT MAGENTA!] [JACK VLAD 2.0 MASTERS, WHAT DID YOU DO?!]

[Have you ever asked yourself "Why didn't Vlad ever take advantage of the elemental aspects of his fire core?"] [I'm finding that out right now.] [:,)]

#danny phantom #danny fenton #vlad masters #vlad plasmius #danielle phantom #warden walker #ember dp #guys in white #skulker #sam manson #fanfic #shattered identity

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aplacetosharemyfics · 1 year ago

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The Downfall of Susan St. Clair: What would become of the Election?

The vote was finally upon them. Soon the petty fighting between the Socs and Pink Ladies would come to an end.

Maisie stared at the line of students waiting to enter the voting booths. What was going to happen when it was all over? If Buddy won, Susan would be excitedly bugging her friends, hoping that Buddy would hug her back. If the Pink Ladies won, the Socs would end up sat around a table at Frosty’s, wondering what would become of them now Jane was in control. Perhaps it was the limit of Maisie’s imagination, but she couldn’t image herself featuring in either scenario.

The line shuffled forward, and Maisie became level with two posters on the wall beside the line. She blankly stared at the names displayed in poster paint of the running candidates. Jane and Buddy. Buddy and Jane. With all that was happening with Susan, and due to a complete disinterest in politics, Maisie had put no thought at all until this moment standing in line for the voting booths. Which would make a better student council president?

Buddy represented tradition. He wanted things to go back to how they were in the past, when he and his friends were having fun. Jane represented change. She wanted to make school fun for everybody. Together, with their campaigns, they had managed to make a school that wasn’t fun for anyone. The line shuffled forward again. After the Halloween party, both candidates had seen hatred levels rise. People had finally realized that Buddy was not the perfect friendly football star they thought they knew. The fear of destruction caused by the fireworks was focused on Jane. Neither sounded like a good politician.

Finally entering the voting booth, Maisie placed her voting slip on the counter and made sure the curtain was closed tight behind her. She had already made a decision, but her pen hovered for a second as she fought with her consciousness. Change was needed. The change might not be what Jane was envisioning, but with Buddy in control, the school would become stagnant. However, she paused because she knew the effort Susan had put in to get Buddy elected. Quickly, before she could change her mind, she filled Jane’s circle in, folding the slip in half so she didn’t have to see her act of disloyalty. Her decision was correct. It didn’t have to mean she liked it.

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That afternoon, when the only students remaining in the school were the children of the School Board, the votes were counted. Susan sat on one of the chairs outside the office beside Buddy, nervously watching her mother’s back through the window. Ms. McGee, she knew, was counting the ballots inside. Buddy’s hand was clasped in hers, not because it was Buddy, but because she needed someone to hold. He was leant back in his chair, eyes vacant, his hand limp in hers. Susan knew he no longer cared about the results, not after getting so comfortable with Jane at the party. So, it was only her that was on the edge of her seat, holding her breath.

Her mother glanced through the small window in the door towards the two kids outside. Susan straightened up, squeezing Buddy’s hand to get his attention. But the news wasn’t good. A simple shake of the head sent all of Susan’s hopes and dreams crashing. Buddy had lost. She slumped into the chair, a knot forming in her chest. Buddy had lost. It was all her fault. She was the campaign manager. Tears started to well up in her eyes.

But it wasn’t just her mother in the office. Buddy’s dad, Mr. Aldridge, was also on the School Board. This was the man who’d sink thousands into the school just to get his son onto the football team. There was no way he’d allow his son to be beaten by a girl. There was still hope. She squeezed Buddy’s hand again.

Different thoughts had been running through Buddy’s mind. Shaking off Susan’s hand, he stood up. The crushing weight was no longer on his shoulders. He no longer needed to hold the guilt back, to keep up the appearances for his father. Finally, he was free to do what he wanted. Confidently, he marched off down the corridor.

Susan stood up, smoothing down her skirts. If Buddy didn’t need a shoulder to cry upon – or, to be more specific, didn’t need her shoulder to cry on – she had no reason to stay. The results would be announced tomorrow. It was still up in the air. Setting off down the corridor, choosing the opposite direction to Buddy, she held her head up high.

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Maisie wordlessly stepped aside so Susan could enter. The house was wonderfully warm, with golden light spilling into the dark hallway from the living room. Suddenly tears were welling up in Susan’s eyes.

The whole way there, she had been telling herself that it was all right, that Buddy’s father would fix everything. But suddenly that wasn’t enough anymore. Buddy had lost the election. Any chances of Buddy returning to her were gone. Her life was falling apart. Even worse, because she’d been so distracted blaming Jane that evening, the trauma from the fireworks was also resurfacing. Maisie cautiously opened her arms. Taking her up on the offer, Susan stepped into the hug, pressing her face into Maisie’s shoulder to hide as she sobbed. Restless nights, stress from the election, and worries about Maisie, all compounded to become too overwhelming. And so, she cried.

Rubbing soft circles into Susan’s back, Maisie felt a wave of gratitude that her mother was out. Not that she would have responded adversely towards seeing Susan weeping on her daughter’s shoulder. But Susan, knowing someone else was watching, wouldn’t have allowed herself to drop the mask. She would have kept everything bottled up, holding it back until it burst out at the worst time.

Slowly, Susan stepped back, wiping her eyes on her cardigan sleeves, a little smile on her face.

“I’m sorry.”

This time she truly meant it from the bottom of her heart.

“And I liked the Angel costume.”

Maisie laughed, startlingly loud in the quiet house. But Susan gazed in wonder as her face lit up, a devilish grin thrown towards her before she led the way towards the kitchen.

“Very fitting, considering Dot’s nickname for me.”

#susan st clair #the downfall of susan st. clair #grease #grease rotpl #grease rise of the pink ladies #rise of the pink ladies #rotpl #maisie james

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We are experiencing several women who think they know about our son but they're not sure. And it is very strange that they don't understand is from the same clan and you've seen them so they're not getting it and he will start growing fairly soon and we have estimated 2 weeks.

--we do see that Trump is serious about his adamant position about putting our son on the street and really it won't happen he's got places to go and he's ridiculous but that's what he's up to it is costing him more money to be here and he doesn't have to be

--there's several reasons why he would stay the only reason would be if they're still treating if you're just letting it sit there it's not a great reason or if it's wet and it's not wet anymore it's very dry and the walls on his side practically they're probably about 80% and normally they're 90% so they're fairly dry and 10% isn't going to do anything

--with that said we are saying something to the little idiot that if you don't renew he goes back to his apartment big deal and people are going to figure it out Tuesday and they're going to figure out it's a dump all around but our son doesn't care he needs a place to stay and Stan will say it's fine and her son has paid the rent until December and he is not really happy with what you people are doing but really if you don't renew or extend he will try and find another hotel and if not he'll go to the apartment and it's not a big deal this time but we think that we will become aggressive today as we already are and that's what we want to mention now. And you've just been tortured from you are not at all worth having him do anything near you are disgustingly awful every second of the day you're saying stupid things and we are probably you and you won't shut your stupid mouth you been like this forever but now we're not going to take it and you're going down pal and there's nothing you can do about it buddy and in a few hours you're going to figure it out you're stuck in Allegiant is going to be up for sale so have a nice day loser

Thor Freya

We've been waiting for this moment and we're going to make it happen and wsre going to take his stuff. We do hear it's bja sekling and we're going to get in front of everyone else. And push you off and buy it and he's selling because he thinks he's pretty sharp and you can catch us and he thinks it will show up if we have stock and it's not enough stock yet he only has 20%, some of the others are selling some at 5% and once we get that we will become aggressive

Hera

This is true we're going to go for it we do know why he's selling and we know what it's about and he is about to do it and we are about to buy it all and we will start to infiltrate more so and the Mac proper want us to do it as well we're also working on Trump's shares and he's stating he might sell some

Thor Freya all at all today there's 35 shares that will be up for sale and Trump might throw some in at 5:00 and tomorrow 15 that would be enough for us to have a majority share and we'll see what they do

We are prepared to buy as much stock as everybody sells and as fast as they sell it and we will outbid anyone. Trump might want us to own it and to put our kid out even if we own it and he is up to that

Olympus

Wow that offer is enticing and I have done it before to people and it is just a rude thing to say because it's really nice but he says is I'll go back to the apartment and kick you out of there and own the hotel and kick you out of the hotel when I say is that's pretty bad and probably what he'll do if I managed to push him out because he's able to go back there

Trump

Duh ok the guys Chuck beef

Zues

No kidding lol

Hera

Look I need the money for stuff

Trump

Lol haha wow you're ridiculous it's true too you're going to sell off the hotel and lose it and if you push them out and go back to his apartment and be sitting there saving money waiting for you and your son to die I mean this is disgusting you're so dumb and the whole group actually I hate your movies for a bunch of pricks and losers just give him his money back and call it a day trump you spaz

Mac daddy I can order you to do it and threatened areas but you don't give a s*** and you don't even say you have the program anymore so what gives here what's your problem pal you don't care if you die or stuff

Actually I've had enough of it I don't really want to die but I can't do what people want I do hear what you're saying I'm sitting here bothering him and abusing you're saying no and I keep doing it and get killed but that's what I'm doing in my prerogative

Trump

it will not be your prerogative much longer cuz you won't exist apparently Arnold Schwarzenegger destroys you as he should and you are messing with his governorship every probably 2 hours the entire time

Zues Hera

I'm going to get you a piece of s***

Arnold Schwarzenegger

I've had enough of this it seems like that's where I die and that's what it's going to happen and he's going to get me and he really should and it looks like it's a ways away but people are saying not really. The pseudo Empire has the terminators too so I'm not really looking forward to this kind of thing but really I should because it's an end to a disastrous life and a waste of time they say it's really gross people are celebrating it and stuff so I have to get even with them

Trump

If you try to put me out on the street you're going to go in the street in movies and your real life and yeah for a weeks in a row until you're dead Trump I'm sick of you doing that to me you're going to do it to you you poor piece of s***

Zues

Haha

Hera

We are going to do that and we're going to get it done and if he starts he's out and he's going to go camping and all sorts of stuff

Thor Freya

Like your American European vacation with national lampoon that kind of s*** okay stupid go look at it get out there take a look at monument valley I mean what a hose bag and you can go back over there with Clint Eastwood stupid prock

Zues Hera

I sort of see that it's going to happen it's not very fun but that's what it is and I'm going to be checking out and actually sucks but I actually do deserve it and messed up so many people took somebody people's stuff and I'm a failure pretty much knew it was going to do this and fail too

Trump

Good you're going to die and you admit it that's nice way to make it happen we make it happen

Mac daddy

Yeah we're going to do that and get rid of you

Mike tew

What a piece of s*** we should have gotten rid of you a long time ago you piece of s*** I see how bad it is and what he's been saying and you're on him and you just won't do anything else and he's going to take over where he's right now that's ridiculous nobody does that anymore and he's going to do it and take it over and you're stupid Trump

Justin

We'll catch you it is when they're doing it and we'll be able to see who it is and I got to tell you they're going to be right there in the stock exchange

Oh bja is doing it is going to keep me out okay I'll have to sell more shares

Trump

Yeah that'll fix it you're f****** weirdo

Go by shares in the homeless coalition you don't even own the place you don't have any power there you're a piece of dumbass and these people f*** you up if you go there and you're probably going to go there first and they're going to make sure that you're silent

Mac daddy

Yes we will

Female vagrant from the herald shelter

We're not really vagrants but we do it a lot cuz of this a****** Trump and we found him screwing with us said look buddy we're already poor what's your f****** problem and we said it to him several times in our language which is English like above and he kept on doing it it was supposed to see you doing it now to grab his hands and we tell him to stop doing it and he try and keep doing it and I'll tell you what we need to use violence on him we got the knives out and you go outside and stuff and we'd like him in broad daylight right in front of the place and his blood is on the sidewalk and he's got a lot of money and we started threatening him for money and it's working

Second vagrant woman

We don't have to be from a different race and we started to knife him too and we're getting money and we really need that money really bad

Third vagrant women

We're going to try and do it to him I'm so sick of being poor I can't stand it anymore

First black vagrant

I can't stand that f***** I know what to do now I saw them doing it and it works

Leroy

Olympus

Badass man in the whole damn town so he loses the fight and they went outside with knives

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The Gosple of John is the memoir of St Mark of Alexandria , who was. like Topsey, was Jonh Mark at 12 years old and just growed. John Mark grew up know Jesus of Nazaret. He was the son of Mary of Jerusalem, where the Last Supper was held, and whe was probably Mary of Bethany, sister to Martha and Lazarus. They were in the hospitality business along withe Mary of Narareth, Jher oldest son, Jesus, was leaving the family buisness for some scheme he and his cousin John had cooked up having to do with fighting city hall.

In 30 CE, when JEsus was 35 and prepaaring to pop up from behind the Roman military horizon like Elon Musk doeing the Easter Bunny Hop for the Christian Nationalists with Trump. by taking command of John the Baptist's populist movmet that represented about 30 % of the Hebrews in Judea, John Mark was 12 yers old and about half way through his Bar Mitzvah year becoming a man with a robbi proctor, John Mark belonged to the Future Pharisees of Judea and was wll known around the Temple becuae my gues is that Mary of Jerusalem over-tithed while he was going through his training,

And, suddenly, his buddy Jesus of Nazareth was the Holy of Holies. Just like that. If you thing about the Synoptics, Behtnay is soemthing of a black hole, Jesus goid isnto at the end of the day on Palm Sunday and comes out the next day and stamps out the life of a fig trea with a word, The Gosple of John is the window of Bethany that the spies of the 10th Legion ignored.

In John 19, John Mark is a witness to the splitting of Jesus for the covenant cutting ceremony of the Talking Cross> He is dressed to be invisble to the Romans and it works: he isn't mentioned in Mark 15. At the end of thd day on Good Friday, everybody knows a stone hwas been rolled into place at the mouth of the tomb, but nobody mentions the Roman soldiers, who appear in the Graden on the Sabbath at the entrities of the Priests on the Sabbath. Every account of Easter Sunday by the women is that they expect to find the sealed tomb stillin plance and, I presume, to sweat talk the Roman soldiers to open the tomb. When they get there. the Romans are in a swoon and all ver the ground and the tomb is opened, And all the rest

The Gsopel of Peter records that everybody watched the Romans roll the stone into place and they seal it with 7 seals that reaappar in Revelation, And all of that is contemporary eye witness testimony. The soldiers all knew who Mary Magdalene was and John 20 is the record of her becoming Jesus's first convert. Like Khadijah

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James Donaldson on Mental Health - Helping Young Children Who Are Socially Anxious

James Donaldson on Mental Health - Helping Young Children Who Are Socially Anxious Tips for helping reluctant children join in play and group activities Writer: Katherine Martinelli What You'll Learn - What kind of situations are hard for shy or anxious kids? - What tools can families use to help children feel more comfortable around other kids? - Quick Read - Full Article - Adjust expectations - Break it down - Knowledge is power - Baby steps and praise - Find a buddy - When to push, and when to cool it - Find your tribe Some kids have trouble joining in with other kids. It can be especially hard for shy, anxious or sensitive kids. Often, they feel overwhelmed by big groups. Even if they want to play, they don’t know how to break the ice and join in. A lot of times, once they get past the hard beginning part, they have a good time. And sometimes when they just sit on the sidelines, they’re still having fun. As a parent, it’s hard to watch your kid struggle to fit in with the group. But struggling doesn’t mean there’s anything wrong with your kid or with you as a parent. Just like grown-ups, some kids are more outgoing than others. There are some simple things you can do that can really help your kid. The first step is figuring out what the hard thing is for them. It might be saying bye to Mom or Dad before joining a group. Or maybe they’re overwhelmed by the big group of kids. Once you understand the problem, you can brainstorm solutions. For example, some kids have trouble going up to a new kid and saying “Hi, my name is so-and-so. What do you like to play?” Practicing that little “script” with your kid can give them the confidence they need to go up to a new kid. Role-playing difficult things at home can help your kid feel less anxious about them, too. Another thing that helps a lot of kids is giving them an idea of how things will probably go at a certain event, like a birthday party or soccer game. Knowing what to expect makes it less scary for kids. Debbie Weingarten’s son has been going to the same school for three years, loves his teacher and friends, and has a great time once he’s there. But the five-year-old still struggles with drop-off and often cries when Weingarten leaves. Similarly at soccer — which he enjoys — he gets overwhelmed or upset several times a practice and runs off the field. For many kids, adjusting to social situations — whether it is a birthday party or a play date — can be challenging, even if they want to be there. Big groups of kids can be intimidating for even the most outgoing child, so for those who are sensitive or prone to anxiety it can make for a rocky transition. “My son is a highly sensitive person, and it takes him quite a long time to feel comfortable in new situations,” explains Weingarten. “I honestly can’t think of a single new situation that has been easy for him. He’s just not that kind of kid.” It can be painful to watch your child struggle in should-be-fun settings, but there are a few strategies — paired with a good dose of patience — that experts and fellow parents have found to be helpful. Adjust expectations If difficulty in social situations has become a pattern, it’s important to accept that this is part of your child’s personality, not a deficiency. “Just because lots of kids like birthday parties, it doesn’t mean that it’s some kind of comment on you or your child if they are more trepidatious,” says Rachel Busman, PsyD, a clinical psychologist. “I think just appreciating that is important, because parents can feel pressure to be like everybody else.” Weingarten, who also describes herself as sensitive, recalls as a child feeling some of the same feelings her son now has. Still, she admits, “as a parent, I would be lying if I said it wasn’t frustrating for me sometimes.” However, she tries her best not to express that frustration to her son. “I never want him to feel like something is wrong with him, or as though he’s defective in any way, or like his feelings aren’t real or legitimate.” For Emily Popek, rethinking her perception of fun for her five-year-old was key. “It made a difference to realize that just because she was sitting on the sidelines watching didn’t mean she wasn’t enjoying herself. She actually was! So honestly the key for me was just letting go of my own expectations of what her ‘enjoyment’ would — or should — look like.” Break it down Once you’ve established that there’s an issue, the next step, says Dr. Busman, is to “break down the situation so you can try to figure out what might be challenging for your child.” Is it separation? Meeting new kids? Being in a big group? Fear of the unknown? From there you can work on strategies to assist your kid. Knowledge is power One of the most effective things you can do is arm your child with as much knowledge as possible about the event. Go over where it will be, who will be there and what might happen. Scripting, role-playing and previewing are all excellent tools for the socially anxious kid. Kathy Radigan’s son — who is now an outgoing college freshman — was speech delayed as a child, which made him nervous about meeting new kids. “But he really wanted to play with kids,” Radigan recalls. “We used scripting to help him through those first few nervous moments. We would practice role playing,” she adds. “I would do social stories with him about a boy who went to the park and got nervous when he saw the kids.” The scripts Radigan rehearsed with her son were simple — things like “Hi, I’m Tom. What do you like to play?” She says this was usually enough to break the ice. Looking back, her son says that those early years of scripting and role-playing were a huge help. The effect of all this previewing and role playing is to make the activity feel less new and scary, so the child is not as easily overwhelmed when it comes time for the real thing. Although not every aspect can be predictable, getting the general sense can help kids feel much more comfortable. Baby steps and praise For kids who get nervous in social situations, it’s unrealistic to think that they’ll be able to just jump right in. They may benefit from arriving early or late, and will need to adjust at their own pace. Many will want to hang back for a while to observe before actively participating. “I work at giving my daughter time and permission to navigate the experience on her own terms,” explains Popek. “I’ll encourage her to take little steps out of her comfort zone, like starting out watching the other kids, then maybe moving closer, then playing nearby to the kids, then eventually actually playing with them.” Arriving early to scope things out can be another helpful tactic. “If we are going to a new group or activity,” says Weingarten, “it helps to get there fifteen minutes early so we can enjoy the space without the chaos of other kids and settle in slowly.” Dr. Busman suggests also being open with other parents about what’s going on. While it might feel awkward, it can be immensely helpful to give them a heads up that you might arrive early or late, for example, not out of rudeness but to help your child acclimate. “Most people are really nice,” reminds Dr. Busman, “and are going to say sure, whatever you need!” And of course every success — whether it’s sitting on the outskirts of a party or fully engaging — merits praise. It can be something simple like, “I love how you went over and sat down to have a piece of pizza.” As Dr. Busman points out, this is a much better tactic than getting into a power struggle about why they aren’t having a good time. Find a buddy Sometimes it can be as simple as finding common ground, or arriving with someone with whom your child is already comfortable. Most people feel more at ease entering new social situations with a partner, so why shouldn’t children? “A lot of kids will tell me they’ll go to practice for example, but only if they know someone who goes there,” explains Dr. Busman. “Which to me is like, alright, get him in the door. So let’s have a buddy.” Dawn Alicot’s six-year-old is shy until he gets to know people, and she says “sometimes I ease the transition in a larger group by introducing him to someone. I look for common ground.” For example, finding another kid with similar sneakers, or a favorite character on their shirt. After doing this for a while, Alicot says her son started doing it on his own and has successfully made friends this way. #James Donaldson notes:Welcome to the “next chapter” of my life… being a voice and an advocate for #mentalhealthawarenessandsuicideprevention, especially pertaining to our younger generation of students and student-athletes.Getting men to speak up and reach out for help and assistance is one of my passions. Us men need to not suffer in silence or drown our sorrows in alcohol, hang out at bars and strip joints, or get involved with drug use.Having gone through a recent bout of #depression and #suicidalthoughts myself, I realize now, that I can make a huge difference in the lives of so many by sharing my story, and by sharing various resources I come across as I work in this space. #http://bit.ly/JamesMentalHealthArticleFind out more about the work I do on my 501c3 non-profit foundationwebsite www.yourgiftoflife.org Order your copy of James Donaldson's latest book,#CelebratingYourGiftofLife: From The Verge of Suicide to a Life of Purpose and Joy www.celebratingyourgiftoflife.com Link for 40 Habits Signupbit.ly/40HabitsofMentalHealth If you'd like to follow and receive my daily blog in to your inbox, just click on it with Follow It. Here's the link https://follow.it/james-donaldson-s-standing-above-the-crowd-s-blog-a-view-from-above-on-things-that-make-the-world-go-round?action=followPub When to push, and when to cool it As with so many things in parenting, there are times when it’s appropriate to gently push your child, and others when it’s time to back off. “There has to be a middle path,” says Dr. Busman. “Parents also need to have their own level of stress tolerance,” she says, since these things do take time and a lot of gentle nudging — and may result in the occasional meltdown. If a child doesn’t want to have play dates, for example, Busman suggests pushing but taking it slow by starting with the neighbor’s kid who is a little younger, having it on home turf or starting with very short intervals. Weingarten acutely understands the balance between making sure her son feels secure with pushing him ever so gently. “I do think we’re at a point,” she says, “where it’s healthy to nudge him out of the nest a little bit, while also understanding that it’s a process unique to him, and that his pacing will not match other kids.” Similarly, she knows when it’s time to throw up the white flag and retreat. Weingarten notes that “he can get worked up to the point of having physical symptoms — his socks will suddenly feel too tight, his shoes will hurt, his belly will hurt. I believe these sensations are real manifestations of his stress. I know that once he gets to that point, I need to stop and do something to reverse the situation so he can calm down and feel safe again.” If your child gets to this point, carrying on can be more detrimental in the long-term than pushing through. Find your tribe Don’t forget to take care of yourself, too. When it seems like everyone else’s kid can jump into social situations with ease it can feel isolating and exhausting. “I recommend finding someone else who understands,” urges Weingarten. “Another parent. Someone who can empathize with the challenges and the blessings of a child who is anxious or highly sensitive. I went to coffee with a mom from my son’s kindergarten who is also having some similar challenges, and it was such a relief just to talk to someone who gets it. We were able to talk about how frustrating it can be, but also how grateful we are to be raising such feelings-oriented little humans in a world that desperately needs sensitivity and empathy.” Read the full article

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DECEMBER 2023

THE RIB PAGE

Happy Holidays!!!!!

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Micky Dolenz got the key to the city when he went to Athens, Ga. With R E M.

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The Rolling Stones have gotten the Brit Billion Award by BPI for an incredible career spanning 7 decades. They have had a billion career streams, the longest active artist to receive the award. They are the first band in Britian to gross a billion dollars. Hackney Diamonds is # 1 in the UK.

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JB Pritzker is making some moves. Is he trying to be ready in case Biden drops out? He is talking about abortion on a national level and has given $ to Virginia Dems and to Ohio and Nevada. He also started a non-profit, Think Big America.

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SAG- AFTRA has ended their strike. The pharmacy workers went on strike.

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Phish will perform at the Sphere in Vegas.

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Our national officials are chosen in order that they may protect the political and economic health of the American people. In a contest such as this there is no place for personal bitterness. A great attribute of our political life has been the spirit of fair play with which our Presidential contests have been waged in former years and the sportsmanlike spirit in which we have accepted the result. We prove ourselves worthy of self-government and worthy of confidence as officials in proportion as we keep these contests free from abuse, free from misrepresentation and free from words and acts which carry regret. Whatever the result, we remain fellow countrymen. -Herbert Hoover

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The Hollywood sign is 100 years old.

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Liz Cheney has a book, Oath and Honor, filled with revelations about Jan. 6.

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Red Lobster has apparently lost millions with their endless shrimp promos. Why the hell would they keep having it every year?

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Rupert Jee is retiring from the Hello Deli. The teams from Letterman and Colbert honored him … in the lobby?? The big names themselves were not there but now Dave decided to be on the Late show again. Coincidence??

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There have been many complaints about Tesla auto insurance. Musk promised, “revolutionary” car insurance but most say it is anything but. This country sure has their share of snake oil salesman.

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Tiffany Haddish was arrested in Beverly Hills on suspicion of DUI during the holidays.

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Hooray for digital minimalism!!!

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Check out Super Chikan for some great blues, if you haven’t yet!!

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Did anybody see this yard sign? I am a Republican, but I am not a fool.

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Derek Chauvin, convicted of the death of George Floyd was stabbed in his minimum -security prison.

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Our progress in degeneracy appears to me to be pretty rapid. - Abe Lincoln

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So, Speaker Mike Johnson uses his son as his porn accountability partner?? Stories have surfaced that he has had no bank account or financial assets to disclose since 2016. He does seem to have a mortgage and is in the top 12% of earners in this country.

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People mag tells us that Patrick Dempsey is the sexiest man alive.

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Flavor Flav and Taylor Swift have become buddies, they say.

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Don’t miss Monk’s last case on Dec. 8. The whole cast is back!

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Rashida Tlaib was censured for, “calling for the destruction of the state of Israel.”

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Days alert: Still missing Jen Lilley!!** Days has been renewed for season 55!!!!** Always glad when Clyde comes back!! I don’t know why but I am really hating “Nick” as “Elliott.” Elliott and Stephanie have no chemistry. ** More Lucas please!!!

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I know that we think everybody is mentally screwed up right now and yes, people are struggling. I think that if you go down the film noir rabbit hole, you will find some really disturbed characters. We’ve always been a little fucked up!

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Perhaps the pro- lifers could take a break from harassing local pregnant women and help out with all the babies that need help in Gaza.

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The FBI is moving to Maryland.

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Jason Eaton is being charged with the attempted murder of 3 Palestinian college students in Burlington, Vt.

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Men should never suck anything through a straw. -Fox News

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Joe Manchin will not seek re-election in the Senate.

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What? A woman crashes into a house because she thinks it was a Jewish school. It turned out to be a Jewish hate group.

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Tim Scott has dropped out of the race and his staff learned about it by watching his announcement on tv.

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Trump’s poll numbers are up to 51% according to the NY Times. He likes the Times again, go figure!!** COSA (convention of states action) is looking to basically restructure the U.S. Government. ** It’s speculative but some may want to call up Article 5. If 2/3 of the state’s petition congress, it must call a constitutional convention. In this, multiple amendments could be proposed. ** Nobody’s hands are clean. -Barrack Obama** On Veterans Day, I learned from a former President that I was vermin. ** Hitler, Mussolini, he plagiarized those guys. -Stephen Colbert** Word is that some right wingers are using confederate code words in their plans.

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Hooray for independent redistricting. This body which is separate from the legislature that is responsible for drawing the districts used in congress and state legislative elections is a good thing. More of that!!

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Biden turned 81. I do think people should step aside if age hinders them. I’m not sure that applies to Biden. The Stones are heading out on tour and they are about the same age. Who fucking cares? Age is not the only thing that he gets shit about. Genocide Joe?? Union Joe??** His response to the cease fires, “It’s taking a little longer that I hoped.”

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The Grammy noms are here. My faves include The Stones (of course) for ‘Angry’, Rickie Lee Jones for Pieces of treasure in trad pop vocal and I am Everything for Little Richard. Other old timers nominated include Joni Mitchell, Dolly Parton, Meryl Streep, William Shatner and Bruce Springsteen. Rage against the Machine, Michelle Obama and Bernie Sanders were also spotlighted. Fingers crossed for the soundtrack of the Al Yankovik story. The comedy category is always tough, this year with Trevor Noah, Wanda Sykes, Chris Rock, Dave Chappelle and Sarah Silverman.

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Sexual assault news: There is a lawsuit against the Lord’s Ranch, its owners and convicted counselor, Ted Suhl. Scary Clown 45 commuted his sentence. The suit alleges that 10-17 year olds were “regularly abused, physically, psychologically and sexually.” The Arkansas facility closed in 2016 .* * Fashion’s Peter Nygard was found guilty of sexual assault in Toronto. ** Sean Combs was accused of rape and sexual abuse. One case was settled but there are more. It has also been said that he blew up a car. ** Axl Rose, Andrew Cuomo and Eric Adams have also been accused. ** Sebastian Chacon has been accused of sexual assault by 3 women. ** Josh Giddey was accused of sex with an underage girl. **Many of these are brought thanks to the Adult Survivors Act.

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Republican Senator Markwayne Mullin from Oklahoma challenged teamster Pres Sean O’Brian to a fight at work. Bernie had to shout them down and remind Mullin he is a U.S. Senator. O’Brian has repeatedly posted comments about Mullin being a “moron” and being, “full of shit.”

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During the traditional Tuesday morning house meeting, it seems that Kevin McCarthy may have elbowed Tim Burchett in the kidneys. This was witnessed by NPR’s Claudia Grisales. The man was pushed right into her. Adam Kinzinger claims that McCarthy did the same thing to him. ** The ethics report about George Santos came out and it is not good. I’m not sure which is more disturbing, the Republicans defending him or the ones putting him down. To see these Trump zombies putting Santos down when they seem fine with Trump lying is sick. It is also crazy to see some defend him to the end. Yikes!!** America deserves God’s wrath. -Mike Johnson

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Jimmy Kimmel will host the Oscars again in 2024. ** Trump’s lawyers sent Kimmel and ABC news a letter demanding they retract the accusation that he lost $73 mil on his site. Truth Social has lost only about $31.6 mil.

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Old thoughts from football player Travis Kelce have surfaced. He seems fond of calling girls, “ugly.”

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Alia Shawkat had a baby in September.

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Jonathon Karl has a new book, Tired of Winning. Trump sure means a pile of $ to a lot of people.

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Hitler did a lot of good things. - Donald Trump (according to John Kelly). ** Why does a third or so of this country want to be told what to do by a dictator wanna be??** When the MAGA crowd tells us that they will leave us without a democracy, believe it!

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In the Georgia election case, Sydney Powell testified that there was a huge fight in the Trump White House as insiders could not find real evidence about the stolen election and started blaming each other.

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Insiders say that the DeSantis camp is fighting amongst itself over why he is failing and which one of them is to blame. He has had a recent up- swing but Nikki Haley is holding strong.

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Can’t wait to read Maria Bamford’s, Sure, I’ll join your cult.

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Nevada’s Attorney General is investigating false electors in the 2020 election.

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The NY Attorney General has sued Pepsi.

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Is Banksy’s first name Robbie and did the BBC know about it?

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Why do consumers think they must update tech so much?? The saga of our electronic waste is just sick and it never changes.

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Could a thing like an old -fashioned sounding commercial change the tone of this country?? I hear that Dunkin’, “everybody loves a donut’ jungle and it just seems so simple. Can we agree on donuts??** In another nod to tradition, the Macy’s parade had its biggest ratings ever.

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Curb your enthusiasm is headed back for another season.

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Daryl Hall has sued and also got a restraining order against John Oates. The court docs were sealed but it seems Oates wants to sell his half. They are the most successful duo in music history.

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Open AI has fired their manager and 725 of the 770 employees signed a letter to bring him back. But there have been some complaints about Sam Altman.

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There is great buzz about Glen Howerton in Blackberry.

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The government will not shut down for now. * * So far, all challenges to use the 14th amendment have went nowhere. The 14th bars from office those who swear an oath to uphold the constitution and then engage in insurrection. Judges have not agreed that this applies to Trump.

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Could we see the end of self -check out?? It won’t go away completely but we must keep pushing on that. It has actually been a big flop. Europe is already changing back to more cashiers and it is just beginning in the U.S. Theft has doubled since companies decided to make their customers work AND pay for their items.

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Schools are welcoming ‘The after -school Satan club’ in Virginia and Connecticut with more to come. The club views Satan as a “literary figure who represents a metaphorical construct of rejecting tyranny and championing the human mind and spirit.” They encourage kids to think for themselves . Activities include community service, puzzles, games and arts and crafts. The ACLU calls it a win for free speech!!

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Argentina has a new President-elect. The people voted in right wing Javier Milei who owns a cloned mastiff named Conan.

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The Supreme Court now has an ethics code that is 14 pages long. It is so funny to me that to be President or a part of the highest court in the land, there were no real rules.

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Chuck E. Cheese is getting rid of all the robot bands except one.

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On the final episode of the Circus, Bannon was interviewed and he absolutely agreed with all the mayhem that Trump asks for. He seems all about retribution. The reporters pulled no punches which caused other reporters to comment that they need to be harder on the crazies. Yea, like 10 years ago would have been nice. It’s pretty well out of control now. A bit late for that.

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Have the lawyers looked into Article IV, section 4 of the constitution which states the U.S. shall guarantee to every state in this union a republican form of government?? It seems that Trumps antics would preclude us from having that. Why doesn’t that alone take him off the ballot?

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A number of high- end brothels were busted. The biz, based in Northern, Va. Has clients from Boston to D.C. James Lee, Han Lee and Junmyung Lee have been charged with violating federal sex trafficking laws.

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Henry Winkler for President!

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If in a free government, the minority have the right to break up the government whenever they choose, It would go far to prove the incapability of the people to govern themselves.- Abe Lincoln

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Another family with possible elder abuse issues is that of John Amos. His son and daughter are fighting it out.

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Just when I am trying to decide if I even want to watch Real Time anymore, Maher has Rob Reiner and Albert Brooks on. How can I say no to that??** Bill Maher and Drew Barrymore really did fuck up this strike thing. ** Rob Reiner has a podcast about JFK.

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Disney, Apple, Lionsgate, WB and Discovery have pulled ads from X.

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Stephen Colbert had to cancel some shows when his appendix ruptured.

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Resident Alien will be back with season 3 in 2024!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Rosalynn Carter is truly one of my personal heroes. I adored her book, First lady from Plains. Her honesty and her passion for politics just jumped off the page. The world lost one of its best people. What a beautiful soul.

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R.I.P. Adam Johnson, Shannon Wilcox, Peter White, Pat E. Johnson, Marina Cicogna, Matt Ulrich, war victims, Frank Borman, Karen Davis, Linda R. Hirshman, Johnny Brown, Dex Carvey, David Del Tredici, Radcliffe Bailey, George Brown, Suzanne Shepherd, Doug Ibold, Phil Quartararo, Shane MacGowan, Henry Kissinger, Frances Sternhagen and Rosalynn Carter.

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