#FYI i voted neg

[eclipsesincarnation]

As someone who is deeply invested in both (for different reasons) I feel like I do have a say in this, so..

How do I (mcyt fan) feel about HH shows and Vivziepop?

Open below for post because it is LONG, blue for opinion and black for context/notes stuffs ig, I am so bad at describing

When it comes to Vivziepop? Most of her controversies are blown WAY out of proportion (she pays her employees well guys, I don't think you guys understand the levels animation goes through or research enough into this), and others are fake (like the semi recent transphobia thing that is like a month old I think? There is like a full doc that debunks most of it, and shows that this was years ago, and she has since changed and apologized, as well as showing the OP was openly being transphobic too which is the biggest laugh, I'm sorry, yes I can send the doc to you, just ask me). Other ones are valid though (Alastor being culturally appropriated is valid I say, as well as her designs being very samey, I've also seen the Sir Pentious being a hate character but I need to go looking for more evidence for that. Misogyny and swear words being most jokes? Super valid). Like, no she isn't an angel like some are making her out to be, but she also isn't a devil like others are claiming she is. I think people need to learn to let go off the past if someone has already apologised for it, but valid if they haven't (don't get me started with bantaro)

When it comes to the shows? Eh, they ok ig. Like the writing is pretty lazy, a ton of telling not showing, the worldbuilding is all over the place, there is very little build up to anything, the designs are good, to jeez, as if the whole ring wasn't red enough now you make the characters more red WOW. Songs are mostly good though. I keep following it because I have the sunken cost fallacy thought, I'm already invested so I need to see how it ends. I know the writing is bad and that makes me so sad because the concepts has so much potential and nuance and it is all thrown away (Stolas cheating on Stella? Oh, but he is such a sad boy, he's been abused, he's trying his best, ugh, just make him morally grey show, or make a build up to his change of heart, he just suddenly has a change in EP7 and then it was like this is whole time?? Like heh?) I've stopped watching theory videos on the show a long time ago because I know watching them just gets my hopes up for a more interesting story that is never gonna happen. But I will not be afraid to admit I have created a document for an AU of the two - Helluva Boss and MCYT - in which I do cast swaps (think like gemcyt) and rewrite the story to make it, at least in my eyes, better (which tbh was a steep task I gave myself, most things like the misogyny? Not that hard to get rid off, you can write that out. The sexual coecercion deal that needs to stay in? I, I'm not a good enough writer to know how to do that, so I just added more to the relationship so it wouldn't be as bad, which honestly sounds bad). I wanted to post about it, but I didn't know whether I would come under fire given the shows... everything. Well this poll has given me it's answer. No. I shouldn't post about it, or I should wait until I am a bit more popular to do it.

So like, what is my overall opinion of them? I voted negative. I think the shows should be celebrated for what they allowed and show could happen, that indie projects can succeed, and probably for not much else, maybe for some of the designs. Not the writing, no way. Vivziepop gets into way too much drama and sometimes twitter needs to chill and not bring up old shit to dogpile on someone, or make up some shit because they are jealous or bored. I am sure some are valid, but there are too many fake ones or small ones blown into a way bigger thing, I am tired.

Oh yeah and check out Lovesart23, you should watch them if you like Helluva or Hazbin and are sad with some of their design choices for characters, because her designs are amazing. Also stay in tune for their rewrite for both series, not released yet but the hints have made me do a *look* a lot, and I am probably gonna steal a lot of it. Joking, obviously gonna credit them and ask permission if I can, I'm not evil.

[s0ft-d3cay]

I'll Lend You My Heart While It's on My Sleeve

Mike Schmidt x Male Reader | Hope you all enjoy!! The voted one shot will be the next post I make, just fyi.

WARNINGS: Aunt Jane, arguments, reader comforts Mike, reader is very snappy with Jane, Aunt Jane gets read like a book, reader and mike hold hand the entire time, reader is VERY protective of Mike, Reader has scary dog privileges, Reader is encouraging to Mike the entire time, A serious conversation between Mike and Aunt Jane, reader and Mike hug at the end(<3), use of Y/N, not beta read

WC: 1,866

It was clear, Aunt Jane was not expecting Y/N to defend Mike. Glaring daggers at the man in pure disgust, practically shaking in anger. The man had been pointing out things she could've done while Mike and Abby. "That doesn’t give him the right to disrespect me...he should be respecting me regardless because I’m still his aunt!" The woman demanded. Not used to being on the receiving end of her wrath, the woman was desperate to fight the man back.

Her words were harsh and degrading, not at all hold back her insults and negative comments towards her nephew. A hint of anger could be seen through Y/N's calm attitude, but no one except Mike would know that. Only imagining how much it would take for the man beside him to crack, he’s quite impressed with the amount of patience held. Feeling the anger boiling beneath his skin more and more as his aunt continues. In Mikes mind, she's getting herself in a grave with Y/N and that thought alone had him hiding a smug smile. Y/N was a stubborn man to his core and he'd go tooth n' nail to prove someone wrong.

"Mike and Abby don’t have to do anything regarding you, Jane. You’ve given them nothing but trouble, even now you still demand respect like a toddler. Respect is earned, not given out like free samples. Maybe if you didn’t waste your time on fake pearls and ugly clothes you’d actually find out what shutting up and listening will do for you. I mean…you’re already half-way there with the amount of times you’ve helped them out." Y/N snaps, effectively using his final blow of the ridicules argument. 

His sharp eyes turning to Mike and his conjoined hands, sitting back in his seat with a proud huff. He soon sends Abby's teacher an apologetic smile for his outburst. Jane let out a snare of annoyance as her eyes set on Y/N. Seething everyone else continues along with the meeting, leaving the woman absolutely fuming.

"We’ll meet you in the parking lot, Mike’s got a few things he wants to tell you." The woman's eyes narrow upon hearing what he said, once Abby’s teacher had concluded the meeting. Her jaw was still clenched tightly, not prepared to deal with her nephew’s ‘friend' had a pair of balls when speaking to her. Her eyes were staring him down, a hateful glare was on her face as she responded to him. "Is that right? Well, I don't see how me and him have anything else to talk about.” Y/N’s eyes sharpened as he replied. "I didn’t say anything about you talking, we’ll be waiting outside." He remarked bluntly, turning to walk out the room with Mike a few steps ahead. Leaving the woman no time to rebuttal him.

Y/N's blunt remark definitely made Mike's smile grow wider, now in the parking lot along side the other man. "You doing alright so far?" He asked, his voice softer with Mike. A totally opposite to how he spoke to aunt Jane not even minutes earlier, the man’s heart skipped a beat at that small change. "Yeah, I’m alright…" Mike replies leaning against his car, his own gaze wavering on Y/N. A tinge of thankfulness courses its way through him, with Y/N Mike would’ve kept his mouth and stayed quiet. But now…now he had support, someone willing to stand up for him. And that alone made a huge difference.

The two men leaning against the side of Mike’s car, a silence of unknown and understanding swirling around them as time passed. A breeze wafting pass the two, gently reminding Y/N of an idea. He smiles, looking over to Mike. "Hey just remember, after this we have nothing but cuddles and movies for us at home when we're done." Y/N brings up with a coy grin. The mention of cuddles and movies brought light to Mike's mood, a light chuckle escapes him. 

Mike brought both his hands to clasp over Y/N’s, their fingers sliding perfectly to clasped their palms together. "And the best kind of cuddles and movies to boot..." Bringing their intertwined hands up over his heart, lightly squeezing them. Feeling less anxious, even with the ever growing impatient footsteps approaching them. He couldn’t be bothered with Jane’s incessant need to be the center of attention. Mike had more important matters at the moment.

The calm silence is broken by her when she speaks up. "Let's get this over with." She declares to Mike in an insulting tone, speaking to him as if he was still a child. With her arms crossed and expression covered in boredom. Jane wanted nothing to do with the upcoming conversation. And that had triggered Y/N’s instincts, a flare of irritation spun into white hot resentment.

"Listen Jamie, if you’re not ready to have an adult conversation then you can fuck off." Y/N cuts in taking an intimidating step in front of Mike, standing tall to the woman with a grimace. Catching her off guard, once again not expect him to be the one to speak and take charge. Glaring back towards at Mike before returning her eyes to Y/N, as though she's trying to find an angle with the stubborn man. "And you? Do you feel like you're grown enough to talk to me like that? You think you're better than me somehow now because you're friends?”

"I know I’m better than you will ever be..." He states with a smug expression, watching as she essentially gets more and more annoyed with him. "But that’s not why you’re here, you’re here to listen and not talk. Am I clear?" He questions, voice full of authority and conviction. She wanted to retaliate, instead she found it wise to just obey this time around. Still spoke back in a condescending manner. "Crystal." She answers, her face still full of pure annoyance. Y/N takes a steps back against the car, turning to Mike with a kind smile. Giving him the floor as he playfully bumped his shoulder.

Mike clears his throat as he takes a step forward, preparing himself for things to go south. "I've done everything for Abby...and I will continue to do everything I possibly can to give her the life she deserves. And...I don't expect appreciation and help from you, nor do I need it. All I want is for you to stay out of our way and accept the fact that YOU are doing nothing to help her." His words hit a sore spot, her glare turned even more intense as she continued to stare right at him. Her expression morphed to alarm, taking back at the accusation. But he held his ground and spoke clearly and calmly, despite his trembling closed fists. 

He said what needed to be said, now she needs to accept her place in this situation. He was the one that stood by Abby through it all. He’s the one that stuck it out and he deserves more credit than she could ever give him. But Mike knows, she's not the type to acknowledge his efforts. No matter how badly he wanted to hear it, it would never be a reality…at least not for him.

Y/N watches in awe as Mike spoke, though voice shaky and hands trembling he pushed through it. The man couldn’t be more proud, knowing the weight of confronting an abuser was a heavy one. His eyes flickered between him and Jane, sharpening every time they landed on her.

Mike's voice remained firm as he spoke with a sense of finality. "I will never let you back into Abby's life in any way, shape, or form. We don’t want someone like you around us and...I never want to see you again." Done dealing with her, done listening to her just sat around and pretended like Mike hasn't done something useful. He’s done..

Jane stays silent, not knowing how to respond since being put in her place like this, speaking after a few moments. "Fine, I'll leave you three be." She responds stiffly, her glare still intense and a hint of anger in her voice. She couldn't admit that her nephew was right. Couldn't admit that she's at fault...couldn't admit that she's in the wrong.

Releasing a long sigh of exasperation before she decided to speak again. "But understand this, if I hear ANYTHING happening in that house of yours...I will be calling the authorities." Her tone condescending and desperate, throwing in one last warning. Having-no needing to make sure she had the upper hand in this situation somehow. 

At the note of the conversation ending, Y/N takes a step to stand beside Mike with a toothy dangerous smile, his own suspicion of her attempts on one upping the two men. "We’re sure you will…don’t do it to often or we’ll arrange a restraining order on you." The man states back bluntly with a smug expression, smiling with his teeth in a grimace towards Jane. Y/N's presence by Mike’s side definitely made the woman uneasy. The man definitely knew how to gain the upper hand with her. “Huh, you don’t even have the resources to even get a restraining order!" She scoffed mirroring Y/N's smugness, planning to challenge the man.

"Mike might not, but I do." He replies with the same amount of bluntness in his tone. Not taking her smugness lightly as he pushed on. "I think this conversation as reached its end, stop calling the house every week and stop pestering. We’re all adults here, so why don’t you start acting like one." Y/N dangerously offered to Jane, setting his expression to a blank one as he spoke his last statement.

Jane's smugness fades from her face, realizing she was not coming out on top of this conversation. Her grip on her purse tightened as she looked away, trying to hide the fact that she was a bit scared by him. “Whatever!” She quickly muttered, walking away from the two, back to her car.

Y/N waits until the woman dips in her car, speeding off. He gently grasped Mike's hand once again, allowing the silence and his spoken words to settle. Mike smiles at him after he took his hand again, his hands stopped trembling as his heart rate began to slow down. The entire encounter was nerve racking, but knowing that it was something that he needed to do in order for Abby made it feel worth it. Sighing out of relief once she had left, thankful that it was all over.

Mike moved closer to the other man and rested his head on his shoulder as his arms wrapped around Y/N, anxiety washing away through each exhale. His grip reconnecting to the man's hand, tightening slightly. The two now flushed to one another, feeling their combined heartbeats against each others chest. Mike took solace in Y/N, a victorious chuckle released from Mike. "Can we stay like this awhile longer? I…I just wanna hold you...” He whispered agains the Y/N's shoulder.

"I don’t mind it…" The other man responded sweetly. Wanting to give Mike as much comfort as he could, after the fact. "We can stay like this as long as you’d like…"

DISCLAIMER: I do not own the rights of any of the characters I write about, all the rights go to their respective creators

[ladykailitha]

Hey! Feel free to ignore this, but I did notice a typo in the first couple of parts saying Lonnie instead of Lenny. Just an FYI for when you put on ao3

(like what you're doing for Hopper, personally I vote the star court person is replaced by Bob)

Also I have a question, I was wondering if you could explain how exactly Steve being fertile vs him not getting pregnant at work? I assume you'll explain at some point when Eddie realizes, but I'm curious and impatient lol

Yeah, I had the two characters with very similar names and I will need to go back and hardline fix them so they don't anymore. Bob is a good idea for a Starcourt omega, actually. Thanks!

Also I need to change the name of the comedian full stop because Lenny Goodman is too close to real person's name and I try to avoid that if I can.

Regarding fertility in this verse *cracks knuckles* (some of this has been revealed and some will be revealed later)

Let's go.

When omegas present they are tested for fertility because that's all an omega is good for. How fertile they are. It's a simple blood test.

However there are a couple of others things that can cause the test to be negative for fertility. One is that they are just intersex betas that "presented" as omegas, but that aren't omegas. Their uterus is functioning as their prostate. But since it tests for "omega" fertility it comes out negative.

These people don't go into heats or are extra fertile the way omegas are.

The other is what is called a golden omega. Golden omegas are considered super fertile even among omegas. The trick is is that only during their heats. So say a regular omega has a 1 in 5 chance of getting pregnant in heat, a golden omega has a 4 in 5 chance of getting pregnant during their heats.

They are so rare 1% of the population of omegas is a golden omega. They are so sought after that the power and privilege is even greater than escorts. They have powerful alphas tripping over themselves to offer them anything in the world because just one is enough to secure a bloodline for seven generations.

Escorts can only be infertile because as Steve states early on it's for the protection of the omegas and their clients. They can't have blackmail going either direction.

But because golden omega testing is optional and can only be performed soon after a teen's first heat (and highly expensive), the agency makes sure that their omegas are whisked away if the rut sends them into mini heats (not the full on five to seven day, sweats, need to fuck, and pain) where hot alpha rut makes the omega all hot and bothered, resembling an actual heat. And aren't allowed to share their heats with alphas on the off chance they might be one.

Infertile omegas' scent is overly sweet. Like Carol complains about to Billy at the event Steve and Nancy go to. It's often described as rotting fruit.

Does that answer your question, because I'm not sure I understood quite what you were asking.

[tsivitah]

BLABBERMOUTH

“I Don’t Think My Smile is Genuine”

- It’s more of an uncontrollable facial reaction to social awkwardness.

I stumbled upon this realization after a good number of encounters where people complimented me on my friendliness and kindness. I wondered to myself: how much of me was truly genuine in all those moments?

“You’ve got it all wrong!” was what I wanted to blurt out, but instead, I just smiled and said, thank you.

Liar.

Or maybe just a coward?

Yeah, coward sounds like a fitting label for this repetitive action of mine. I’m still a liar, though…but now I wonder: how much of one am I?

To put it briefly, I’m socially awkward.

I can’t seem to fathom the endless steps I must consider with every interaction I make. I can’t mess things up. I can’t share too much. I must always know what to say next. What question should I ask now? Does that hand gesture mean a high-five? When will this conversation end? How do I ask for information without sounding weird?

I’m constantly panicking (internally), unsure of how to properly present myself, and to my luck, this internal chaos manifests itself outwardly in a bright smile.

I must have hit the jackpot with this flaw of mine—to be perceived as easy-going, friendly! LOL.

Tell that to my siblings, and they’ll assure you that you’ve mistaken me for a decent human being.

Either way, it’s nice to be seen in a positive light and to manage life despite all the inner turmoil I go through just to ask for a store’s menu or to tell a stranger their shoe is untied…or that my food is rotten.

Sigh.

It’s kind of funny, though—to struggle with the little things.

I’m not pleased by this trait of mine, even if it does come in handy. I don’t feel entirely confident in my persona. Truthfully, I wish my mask were the closest image of the rest of my archetypes, whether ego or shadow. To be as much me as I can be, you see. But then… that awkward smile, mistaken for a friendly, charismatic one—isn’t that still me? It’s a reaction to my conflicts, so it is me being me… so I’m just awkward then?

To be awkward…do I qualify? Maybe. I’d vote for clumsy and anxious. LOL.

Mind you, I’m writing this paragraph six months after the others, so now I qualify for the clumsy and anxious role and can apply for the chaos vacancy in my own human resources department. I say this after going through all the therapy shenanigans. FYI: I’m doing pretty well now, which may seem concerning to a third party…

Yet the focus of this content prevails… my anxious yet bright, internally discomforting yet welcoming smile somehow pays my life’s bills.

I’m funny now.

Looking back, I think that, at this moment in my life (11.11.2024), I’m learning to be comfortable in my discomfort. Sure, I react—surprisingly well for someone who’s panicking inside—and maybe this doesn’t necessarily mean I’m misaligned with the rest of my archetypes. Maybe my person isn’t as broken as I find it to be. All in all, I find that the main challenge is planting the seeds of confidence and assertiveness in my character, and learning to be kinder in how I perceive myself. Instead of just labeling myself as awkward, anxious, and clumsy—which, honestly, I am—I no longer see these labels as negatives as I did six months ago.

Nowadays, I’m simply focusing on revisiting my self-perception in a more empathetic way, without getting delusional or romanticizing my systematic attempts to conclude the whats and hows of me.

It’s quite chaotic, but I kind of like that… that necessary chaos of transformation.

[ifeelhuman]

pt. 2

the one part of the episode i felt a negative reaction to my part is Jayce turning on Heimendinger as quickly as he did. yes, they have had their moments of disagreement but to force him into retirement? i’m not sure how that’s helpful. also what kind of message does this send to Piltover? they instate a new council seat and then a day or two later remove the oldest one? keen-eyed citizens would take note and this reveals a shift but also a vulnerability of those in charge and thus to the city as whole. it makes me nervous.

what made it more content to swallow was Mel’s hesitance on voting first in favor of Heimendinger’s removal. you can tell it was a complex choice as, mentioned earlier, she wants to keep her status, she has a huge investment in Jayce, and is she were to turn against him now what would that say about her. also she has sided again Heimendinger multiple times before so to not do so now would be dishonest in the eyes of Jayce. i don’t know what is next for Heimendinger but his severe reaction to the Hex Core, his belief that it is of the same seed of similar kinship to historical magic that has led to destruction, and his removal from the council means he has the time but not the resources to do something about it. will he try something soon or put faith back in Jayce (even when he didn’t have it in Heimendinger) to see if this will develop into something more fruitful? idk.

Sevika walking in the exact same way as before at the end of last episode but being greeted by Powder/JInx instead of Silco was a good call to make—these two needed to have a scene along together to cement their standing with each other. Sevika is a woman of truth and delivers it callously but without a lick of dishonesty. Powder/Jinx tying her up after finding out Vi is around and alive was an interesting way for her to tell Silco that she now knows he “lied” (kinda?). Sevika also gives me the vibe of Vander before he matured, there’s some honor in her that she wants to save the underground but to what that leads to? we’ll find out.

don’t have much to say about Caitlyn this time around but it’s obvious that patience is not a common trait among enforcers and Grayson was lucky enough to see that in Caitlyn and presumably helped her become even more patient in her approach to things. she doesn’t rush Vi knowing she’s hurt, she’s willing to trust the lowest of the low to get help for Vi, and doesn’t force Vi to continue on their journey/escape when Vi finds Powder/Jinx. really wish she didn’t trade her gun tho. i get the feeling she’s really going to need it next episode or so. And Vi and Powder/Jinx (i think once Vi stops referring to her as Powder, i will too FYI). Vi is almost too strong for her size and normal human capabilities but i still love it lol. she nearly kills Silco with a single punch bringing down a building on him. in this building however, she and Caitlyn hold up beforehand and it’s revealed they the two sisters lived there at one point. when to say?… i’m not sure. maybe Vander didn’t immediately take them in(?).

and that was episode 6 of arcane, end of act ii. had a lot of what i was expecting but contained more than i wasn’t. okay, let’s go.

pt. 1

nearly every episode has opened with a flashback containing background on key characters and some minor (such as Grayson included in Caitlyn’s backstory) and this episode was no different.

Viktor is shown to have (almost definitely) been born with his limp/physical disability and so far shown with no parents or guardian figure(—scientist was more akin to a mentor or friend rather than actual caretaker). he also had always been into making, creating new things. like most children Viktor respected and loved nature and animals so he of course would go for the opportunity to help a creature as cute and friendly as Rio.

to make this review more character-centric, continuing with Viktor, his blood from the last episode integrated itself into what he and Jayce call the Hex Core. a magical hex gem with the ability to adapt and mutate when in congruence with organic matter. Viktor not so subtle mentions a handful of the benefits this can lead to including extended life and/or curing Viktor of his ailments. he leaves the lab, somewhat dejected and aware of his deteriorating condition to go find the scientist from his childhood as only now does he understand the desperation and reasoning behind doing what one can and “must” do to achieve specific results (i presume the scientist is creating Shimmer thru organic extractions and mutations because it’s the same one working for Silco and the color is undeniably in the same shade or tone). i hope this works out for him and that Rio hasn’t suffered all these years.

Ms. Young, or Sky, as we now know is her name is intriguing. we don’t know much about her yet but we know the following: she had to have come from the undercity as well, seeing as she at least *saw* Viktor and they were both at the same general location with other children, has an implied crush or interest in Viktor, and doesn’t seem to have the same or similar physical deficiencies as Vik so that even more lends credence to the possibility and theory that Vik was both with his ailment.

Jayce, Mel, and Heimendinger. Jayce is such a good guy at heart (like Vi) but damn… he’s already wrapped in stress and confiding in Mel only after sleeping with her one single time. you can also see the Mel isn’t used to someone coming to her genuinely interested and wanting her help and comfort (shows that she views herself as less respectable then she comes across which, is to be expected since she is someone who is mostly aware of her manipulations and desires and what they can lead to). and she is an exiled, outcasted member of her family yet is seemingly the main councilor (at her young age)… she is much accomplished and this duality makes a lot of sense for her character’s behavior. of course she wants to do much that she can to keep her status and power. she even got Jayce under her thumb. that isn’t to say she doesn’t have good intentions but she is rather open to letting things fall to the wayside if there’s more benefit to her than not.

[sunshineysprinkles]

Stop getting political on a non political blog

no ❤

hope this helped (:

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[typical-simplelove]

Part Two: Dragon Boats (T. Jost)

Part Two to Red Envelopes, Dragon Boats, and Mooncakes; a Tyson Jost fic.

Series Masterlist (please read the small note at the beginning of the Masterlist if you haven’t already)

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Summary: Tyson and Kayla spend the offseason in St. Albert when the Dragon Boat Festival occurs. The couple spend the day with Tyson’s family following Kayla’s family traditions. 

Author’s Note: Similar author’s note to the first part. You don’t have to read part one to understand part two, just an fyi! Again, I have linked pictures and websites about some of the things that are mentioned here. The Pinterest board linked above also has more photos about the holiday. Anyways, here’s part two! I hope you enjoy it and let me know what you thought!

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: Again, no climax, really. However, warnings are scissors, being Chinese, Chinese holidays, eating meat, mentions of death.

Before the Dragon Boat Festival

During the Dragon Boat Festival, Kayla and Tyson would be back in St. Albert for the offseason. Because of this, Kayla would not be able to spend the cultural holiday with her parents. Knowing that Kayla was a bit bummed about this, Tyson took it upon himself to try to make this holiday similar to ones in the past. 

Tyson began researching about the holiday. While researching, he learned that people watch or participate in Dragon Boat racing and eat something called Sticky Rice. The symbolism of this holiday is to ward off evil spirits, any lurking diseases, and release any negativity. Tyson had no idea how to celebrate this holiday with Kayla and had no idea how her family celebrated. He decided to just ask Kayla and help her plan. 

“Hey Kayla,” Tyson asks during breakfast a few days before the Dragon Boat Festival. “How do you celebrate the Dragon Boat Festival? I know that’s the next holiday that is coming up that your family celebrates.”

Kayla was shocked that Tyson knew about this. “My family doesn’t do much for this holiday. We don’t watch dragon boat racing but my sister and I always used to make our own mini dragon boats out of construction paper. My mom, sister, and I also used to make sticky rice with my grandfather before he died.”

“What if we did that? What if you, me, Kacey, my mom, and grandparents all made sticky rice? You can teach us! It may not be the holiday you’re used to because you aren’t in Denver with family but you can celebrate with us!”

“If you want, yeah sure! I’ll ask my mom for the recipe and we can make them.”

“Great, I’m excited, babe.”

Despite Tyson only telling Kayla about the sticky rice, he thought he would surprise her with the materials to make dragon boats. Tyson was bouncing in his seat, super excited that he got to spend another holiday with you.

龍舟節 (long zhou jie) - Dragon Boat Festival - June 14, 2021

“Kacey, my mom, and grandparents are set to come at three. Will that be good?” Tyson asks with an amount of energy that no one should have at eight in the morning. 

“Yes, Tyson, don't worry. Everything will be fine.” Kayla responds barely awake.

“Is there anything you need to do to prep before they come?”

“All I need to do is soak the rice. And I marinated the chicken last night so we’re good.”

“Do you need to watch the rice soak?”

Kayla laughs. “No, all I have to do is put the rice in a bowl and then leave it there. I’ll probably do that at 2:45, that way we can be ready to start right away when they arrive.”

“So, then, if I bought something, we can do it before they come?”

“Sure! What is it?”

“I bought materials to make Dragon Boats. I didn’t know what to buy so I went on pinterest and found a site. I asked your sister and she said that the materials they suggested were good. I had to buy green, at least, I thought it was green. I, you know colorblind, so not sure if --”

Tyson is cut off when Kayla kisses him firmly on the lips. “Thank you so much, Tys. You have no idea how much that means to me. Thank you!.”

“Anything for you Kayla. I love you.”

“I love you, too, Tys.”

. . .

After Kayla and Tyson were both mostly awake (more like Kayla because Tyson was bouncing off the walls at 8), they got started on the dragon boats. 

“So, teach me. What do I do?”

“First, you have to make the green construction paper into a box to make it look like a box.”

Tyson just stares at Kayla, wishing that he didn’t take the plastic covering off of the paper so he could read the labels and know which was green. However, Kayla, knowing Tyson, handed the green paper to him so that Tyson wasn’t completely lost. Tyson was about to start but unsure how to put the paper into a box format. So, he decided to watch Kayla construct hers first. Once Kayla finished, she held it up and said a soft ‘ta da!’

Tyson was still ever confused. When Kayla went to grab a second piece of green paper, Tyson decided he would mimic her actions in real time. However, instead of Tyson’s looking like Kayla’s once finished, Tyson’s was all jagged and didn’t look anything like a boat.

When Kayla was about to start a third boat, Tyson said, ��Wait! Before you start, can you do it slowly and explain each step very carefully and clearly so I can make one that looks like yours?”

Kayla chuckles and says, “Of course. All you had to do was ask.”

“Ready, Tys?” Tyson nods in response.

“First, fold one of the short sides about two and half inches in. Try to fold it into a straight line. Yeah, like that. Now, do it to the opposite side.” Kayla pauses, waiting for Tyson to give her a nod that she can continue.

“Now, you take the long sides and fold it in about two and a half inches so it looks something like this. Next step is cut along these lines and fold them in. Nope, like this. Yeah that. Tape the sides so that it doesn’t fall apart. Yeah, good. You now take your scissors and kind of cut in a curved line, like a half circle but only the outer line, to make the curves of a boat. After, we take the long ends and fold them against each other so that they are pointy.”

Kayla pauses allowing Tyson to catch up. She smiles softly when Tyson has his tongue sticking out the side of his mouth in fierce concentration as he normally does. 

“Like this?” Tyson asks when finished.

“Yeah!” Kayla responds enthusiastically. “That’s it! And now, we use the gold sharpie and draw scales on the boat. It’s basically is just circles but not closing them. Stopping about seventy five percent of the way.”

Kayla and Tyson draw the scales in silence not wanting to distract the other. 

“What comes next?” Tyson asks, once he has finished his one and Kayla all three of hers.

“We add the dragon!”

“We have to make a dragon?” 

“No, normally my sister and I would print out pictures and we’d color them. In past years, Elizabeth would color in while Charlotte and I made the boats. I just printed out dragon heads that would match. Here they are. We can just glue them on.”

“Thank goodness. I don’t think that I would have been able to draw a dragon. Ever. At all. So, don’t ask me to.”

“Don’t worry, Tys. I know your artistic abilities. After we glue on the dragon head, we can make the oars with red construction paper and glue them one. Then, we’ll be done!”

Tyson finished putting his head and oars on the boat before Kayla because she made three and Tyson had one good functioning boat. 

“What do we do after we finish making the boats?”

“Normally, my sister and I would make a small pond or lake and tape the boats on there. I bought a blue poster board so we can use that.” 

Kayla and Tyson worked on their pond for the dragon boats and didn’t leave out a single detail. They made sure to add areas on the grass next to the pond for the spectators to watch the races. They used old wine corks and painted them red and orange to mimic the traditional drums.The couple worked long into the afternoon and only realized the time when Kayla’s alarm went off reminding her to soak the rice. 

Once Kayla returned to the table where the poster board sat, Tyson had added little goldfish into the pond.

“You know, Tys, I think that if there were goldfish in the pond, then they would be far away from the boats. Also, probably not visible to the human eye.”

“Whatever, Ms. Smarty-Pants Kayla. I like the goldfish. I vote to keep the goldfish in the pond.”

“Fine, but then, one of my boats gets to be in the lead when we glue them down.”

“You throw a hard bargain but fine, I agree.” Tyson says with a mischievous grin. Kayla knows that grin. She knows that Tyson is going to begin tickling her until she is begging for mercy. Tyson instantly gets up and begins tickling Kayla. This continues on and the only chance at a reprieve is when the doorbell rings signalling that Tyson’s family has arrived.

“I guess I have to stop tickling you, Kayla.”

“I guess so.” He doesn’t 

Tyson’s family decide to let themselves in and are shocked at what they see sitting on the kitchen counter. 

“What in the world is this?” Kacey asks.

“Kayla spends her Dragon Boat Festival holiday making sticky rice and dragon boats. So, that’s what we did.” Tyson responds.

“Let me guess, this subpar looking boat was Tyson’s?” Kacey asks. Tyson just sticks his tongue out at her and Tyson does the same. 

“Ok, you two, cut it out. We have some sticky rice to make, yeah?” Laura cuts in with a chuckle.

Kayla and Tyson move the pond onto the coffee table and clear all of the craft stuff away and put it into a closet to deal with later. 

“I already have the rice soaking so we can start with that. Before we mix everything, we have to cut the Chinese sausage, mushrooms, shallots, and garlic. We have to also saute the shallots, too. Let’s start with that and then we’ll go from there.” Kayla explains. 

Once the directions were clear, everyone was assigned with a task. Laura is going to cut the shallots and saute them. Kacey and Kayla are going to wash the mushrooms and cut the mushrooms and garlic. Tyson and his grandparents are going to cut the Chinese sausage. 

“So, Kayla, tell me. How long have you been making sticky rice?” Tyson’s grandmother asked.

“I grew up watching my mom, grandfather, and aunties make the rice. This holiday used to be my grandfather’s favorite. When I turned twelve, my mother finally allowed me and my sister, Charlotte, to help make it. We normally would be assigned with washing the mushrooms and cutting them. Sometimes we’d be allowed to help construct the rice into the lotus leaf. That only happened later into my teenage years.”

“Do you do this with your family often?” Laura asks.

“Yeah, we would do this every year. This holiday is the one where my grandfather would be in control of the kitchen. My grandmother, aunties, and parents would all be sitting working on wrapping these and my sister and I would huddle around my grandfather for just a peak. He would always tell us about the same stories each year from when he was a child. When I was in high school, my grandfather passed away and my grandmother became the head sticky rice maker in our family. When I was in college, my grandmother was diagnosed with Arthritis making it hard for her to do any of the cooking so my sister and I took on a bigger role of making the sticky rice with my mom and aunties while my grandmother watched.”

“Is this your first year not making this with them?” Kacey asks.

“It is, actually, yes.” Kayla responds glumly.

“Do you miss them?” Tyson asks, wishing he asked if you wanted to go home.

“I was at first but then you prompted me with the idea of making the sticky rice with all of you so I’m not anymore! My grandfather always used to tell me that sharing our traditions keeps them alive. So, I am doing what he always wanted me to do.” Kayla replies with a bit of pep in her voice.

“Care to share any of those stories, Kayla?” Laura asks. Kayla looks over at Tyson to get confirmation that she should share. Tyson nods prompting Kayla to continue.

“Sure! I can’t remember all of them but one of them that I remember him telling us was when my grandfather was five. This was the first year that he was allowed in the kitchen to observe the cooking with the elders. While he was watching, my grandfather watched one of his uncles put salt on the lotus leaves. Putting salt on the lotus leaves allows for a richer taste for the rice. I’ll get to why we don’t do that in a minute. My grandfather decided that the pinch of salt on the lotus leaves was not enough and he took it upon himself to add more salt. No one noticed. When the sticky rice was ready to eat, the rice was so salty that it was fed to the farm animals. My grandfather felt so bad that he confessed to putting more salt on the lotus leaves. His punishment was to have to clean the chicken pen. Every year after that, no one put salt on the lotus leaves and my grandfather never used salt for his sticky rice ever again. I actually don’t think he ever used salt again after that.” 

The story gains a laugh out of everyone. 

The rest of the prepping continues on with smaller conversations. Once finished and the rice is drained, everyone watches Kayla mix the rice and all the ingredients together.

“I am going to mix the shallots, mushrooms, sausage, and chicken with rice. I am also going to add oyster sauce, soy sauce, and sesame oil. Once I’ve done that, we can begin wrapping the rice in the lotus leaf.”

Once the rice is mixed, Kayla demonstrates to everyone how to wrap the lotus leaf around the rice.

“You put the leaf on the counter and take one cup of rice and put it in the middle. You just fold it so that the rice won’t come out and tie it with a piece of string. There isn’t any pattern to fold it. Once folded, it should look like this and then we’ll steam them and will have sticky rice!”  

“I remember when I was ten and my grandfather was teaching me how to do this.” Kayla begins. “He told me and my sister about the first time he wrapped rice in a lotus leaf. He always told the story and made sure to say that he watched this being made for almost eight years prior to being allowed to wrap them and doesn’t know why he did it. He would tell us that he took the kitchen scissors and began to cup up the leaf. He cut a circle so that the rice could sit on something. He then trimmed the lotus leaf into mini looking pieces of leaf and placed them on the pile of rice. He always compared it to someone making a scrapbook and gluing small pieces of ribbon onto the paper. Every year, he would make one of these. This was what the young cousins would do. They would place the cut up pieces on the lotus leaf. I probably have pictures somewhere of me and my sister making those when we were really young.”

“Did you want to make one?” Tyson asks.

“Yeah? Sure!” Kayla replies with enthusiasm. She goes into the drawer and pulls out a pair of kitchen scissors. Kayla and Tyson begin cutting up a piece of lotus leaf. Once the rice is placed on a circular piece of lotus paper, Tyson and Kayla begin adding the small miniature pieces. Their giggles and laughter can be heard throughout the kitchen, putting smiles on everyone’s face in the kitchen.

For the next hour, Tyson, Kayla, Kacey, Laura, and Tyson’s grandparents folded the sticky rice and lotus leaf to be ready to be steamed. Conversation flowed easily and Kayla couldn’t help but smile. She was able to share her culture and her upbringing with the man she loves and his family she absolutely adored. It couldn't be any better. 

After there was no more rice to be folded into the lotus leaf, Kayla put the rice wrapped in lotus leaf into the pot to steam for an hour and half. 

“What do you do while the sticky rice is steaming?” Tyson asks.

“Not much, normally my mom or grandmother would begin making the other parts for dinner but I just bought those frozen because I didn’t want to screw up making them for the first time. We can watch a movie or play a game, maybe?” Kayla responds. 

After a small debate, everyone decides to play a card game as Kayla will have to get up and check the water every twenty minutes to make sure that no lotus leaves came undone.

… 

After an hour and half and steaming the rest of dinner, everyone was able to sit down and eat. 

“This is the typical dim sum. Normally dim sum is eaten for lunch but on the Dragon Boat festival, my family eats dim sum at dinner. We have Ha Gow, Siu Mai, Cheong Fan, Lo Ba Go, Cha Siu Bao, and Chao Mian. Which are shrimp dumplings, open faced shrimp dumplings, beef wrapped in rice noodles, fried radish cake, steamed pork bun, and fried noodles, respectively. And, obviously the sticky rice we all labored to make!”

Kayla’s explanation was met with hungry looks and nods of approval of how tasty everything looked. 

“How did you eat the one with the cut up lotus leaf?” Tyson asks, confused.

“Normally, we would put that one aside and eat it the next day. When it’s cold, it is easier to pick the lotus leaf pieces off.” Kayla explains. 

When Kayla sat down, she was so happy that she was able to celebrate this holiday with loved ones, even if they were her boyfriend’s family. If things went according to plan, Kayla hoped that maybe they could make a tradition out of this.

Part Three will be posted on February 26, 2021

[onionjulius]

I’ve been trying to think really strategically about what is and isn’t possible in this election cycle. I live in Texas, which, due to its electoral count, population demographics, and its particular political history, is in kind of an interesting place right now. So I started looking at election numbers and opportunities, knowing that there are some pretty slick tools out there like the one I linked a few days ago that are helping people to turn out voters. So far I’ve only gotten through Congressional district data, but the US Census also keeps county by county numbers (to me, the Congressional district level seems the most strategic level at which to analyze things, but of course I could be wrong). Very usefully, they have numbers specifically for the voting-age citizen population, which is a bit more precise than general population numbers.

I didn’t show turnout counts but I’d say that Texas roughly has a 40% turnout in presidential election years. Just by eyeballing 2012, I would say that typically, midterm turnout is about half of presidential election year turnouts. However, the 2018 midterm results showed good evidence for the Beto effect with roughly equal numbers to presidential election years, with some variation.

(BY THE WAY THIS IS NOT SCIENTIFIC AND I’M NOT A SCIENTIST. I’M THAT DANGEROUS CREATURE KNOWN AS A MODERATELY INTELLIGENT PERSON WITH AN INTERNET CONNECTION AND SOME FREE TIME.)

The most hardcore Republican areas are east and west Texas. Below you can see in the rightmost column that the Cook Partisan Voter Index rates them collectively at about R:25 (I’m using negative numbers for R as my particular convention, so -25 means R:25, while +25 means D:25) on average. Together they represent about 2.58 million voters, ~23% of whom voted Democrat in 2018. And in 2016 Democrats barely bothered fielding candidates here.

In Dallas-Fort Worth & surrounding, only two of the districts are historically solidly Democrat, but you can see 7-10 point gains in the Democrats’ 2018 share of votes cast in a lot of these places relative to previous years. In fact Texas district 32 showed an almost 17 point gain over the previous midterm election, which is wild. By appearances, the DFW area is partly the story of the suburban white women factor, partly the story of younger millenials finding it an affordable place to live. 5.74 million people is no sneeze. Dallas is the 9th biggest city in the USA, Fort Worth is the 13th.

Along the border things are pretty interesting. This group includes Beto O’Rourke’s home town of El Paso, you have a big Latino population here. The +D on here isn’t as big as the +R in east and west Texas, the Cook Partisan Voter Index only shows an average advantage of D:11. But 1.75 million voters are 1.75 million voters, and you have some meaty Dem margins even before Beto’s senate run. But I say it’s an interesting region because a lot of these Hispanic voters could be Hispanic Catholics, and that brings some tricky politics into play w.r.t. abortion rights. It may not seem like that has hurt the Democrats so far here, but it also may represent a ceiling on possible gains. But The Word is that it’s more about voter outreach failures. There’s a good number of Latinos running here this year, but then I don’t know if that’s uncommon, so ...

If you’re wondering where all that infamous gerrymandering goes on, that would be in the bluer of Texas’ big urban areas. Houston is, of course, the 4th biggest city in the USA and certainly the biggest one in a red state, but FYI, we also have the 7th biggest (San Antonio) and 11th biggest (Austin) here too. Absurdly shaped districts unquestionably dampen the impact of the younger and more diverse populations here and take their toll on morale. But the momentum is clearly there thanks to Beto (who may have irritated and sorta embarrassed me with his presidential run, but I can’t overlook the net positive of his infrastructural gains). I’m in Texas district 21, so the next step for me personally is to look at the population distribution in my district and the surrounding ones (districts 31, 10, and 23 ... 35 is fine ...) and see if there is enough of an urban core and a minority base to energize and overcome the gerrymandering. After that I’ll be looking at local grassroots organizations in the area and ... well, trying to strategically think ... 

Per Wikipedia, in 2016 the Democratic party lost the presidential election by 807,179 votes. In 2018 they lost the US Senate election in Texas by 214,921 votes. In 2018 Democrats gained two seats in the US House from within Texas, and four House seats that they lost were lost by less than 3%--that’s under 10,000 votes in each district, and in one of those it was only 926 votes. The Austin-Round Rock Metropolitan Statistical Area has a voting population of about 1,500,000, 33% of which are estimated to have not voted in 2018 (despite >90% registration)-- which is 500,000 untapped voters.

Oh, numbers are pretty much all from the US Census Bureau and Ballotpedia and the above mentioned Wikipedia bits. I’m sure this kind of number crunching is already being done by strategists but it’s hard to just find that stuff on Wikipedia. I would ideally like to do this for a dozen or so states (Ohio, Virginia, Michigan, Pennsylvania, Wisconsin, Florida, Colorado, Iowa, Arizona, Georgia, Minnesota ... well, I guess I’d tack on Maine and Kentucky because I’m punitive like that ...) but really, that’s just about my curiosity as I can’t realistically have a huge impact there.   AGAIN I’M NOT A SCIENTIST BUT I AN ORDINARY SHMOE WAS ABLE TO FIND OUT INTERESTING GENERAL INFO ARMED WITH JUST AN INTERNET CONNECTION AND SOME BASIC DATA ENTRY SKILLZ.

[lizord-lord]

Locked Heart Ch.8

(OKAY GUYS IT’S FINALLY HERE-this one was just giving me a lot of trouble so it happened to take a while..and just fyi, @patton-croc-agenda​ (who held a gun to MY head for this one, so the debt is repaid) and I apologize for literally nothing. Except the wait. Now, let’s see what happened to our dear Patton..)

Previous: Chapter 7

Next: Chapter 9

Pairings: Eventual Logicality, Prinxiety

Words: 3,363

Summary: After making the mistake of letting a vampire into his home, Patton wakes up to find himself in a strange room he doesn���t recognize, and no means of escape.

Overall Warnings: This fic will at some point contain: Assault, kidnapping, graphic depictions of death and violence, mentions of/explict sexual content (the more explicit scenes can be skipped), negative/possibly suicidal thoughts and a relationship that can possibly be interpreted as Stockholm Syndrome (though we do try and flesh the relationship out, if the idea of such a thing even slightly triggers you maybe give this one a pass). Warnings will be posted for individual chapters as well.

Chapter Warnings: This is the big one folks..guns, blood, gore, getting shot, biting, murder, kidnapping, arguing, injury.

Logan woke to a quiet house. For a moment he was confused, frowning as he rose from his bed and grabbed his glasses from the nightstand-but then he remembered that it was Wednesday, and Roman and Virgil had an evening class. That would explain the silence. Rubbing his eyes and slipping his glasses onto his nose, he slid out of bed to get dressed, squinting as he entered the hallway-giving his eyes a moment to adjust to the artificial light before continuing down the hall to the guest room. He shouldn’t have been surprised when he found it unlocked and open, as Virgil and Roman often let Patton out before he woke up. That was fine. He trusted Virgil. Roman…..well, werewolves were nothing if not loyal.

However, as he stepped down the hall to get a drink of water, he began to notice.

Something smelt off.

Logan entered the kitchen, and he still hadn’t heard a noise. No creak of footsteps on the old boards. No quiet humming from the library. No shower running, no breathing, no heartbeat-

Halfway across the hall, he froze.

The smell of sugar and sea breeze shampoo-Patton’s scent- had gone stale. It should never be stale.

Stale implies that he-

Logan turned on his heel, eyes boring into the wood of the door-holding breath he didn’t need to take as he clasped the brass doorknob and turned it.

It opened.

He’s gone.

Logan snarled-how could this happen, he’d been so damn careful, and now Patton was out there! Alone, in the dark, two towns away from the apartment Logan had picked him up from. And the only defense he had was the ability to make goddamn glowing cubes, idiot, he clearly should have been even more cautious.

Logan snatched his keys from the hook by the door, slamming the door behind him as he dashed off into the darkening evening.

He reached downtown in about two minutes-curbing his supernatural speed to simply a speedy walk as the buildings came into view and brushing his mussed hair out of his face.

Now, it was just a matter of how far into the city Patton had gotten.

His heart in his mouth, Patton shakily nodded. The gun was not removed from where it was pressed between his eyes, and the safety was clicked off..why, why, why, all he’d wanted was to go home!

“Empty your pockets, the man holding the gun growled, and Patton did so-not that there was anything in them other than a crumpled up piece of paper he’d apparently shoved into his khakis-worthless, by the way the mugger tossed it to the ground.

“All of them,” he repeated, and Patton stiffened.

“That-that was all of them!”

“Please, you expect us to believe you just went on a nighttime stroll without a phone or a couple dollars?” Spoke another of the muggers-a woman this time, her voice full of scorn. Weakly, Patton nodded. He opened his mouth to explain-but no...no, he’d never be able to make them believe the truth, even if he cut out all the supernatural aspects.

“My phone is..is broken, I had to send it out-and I was staying at a friend’s house for the night, promise! I really don’t have any money, I-”

The man grimaced-a glint of white teeth in the faint lamplight still streaming into the alley- and terror clutched at Patton’s heart. Could he use his magic? Make the light again? He tried to think-but any thought of the power he held slipped from his mind before he could grasp it. Too scared to think.

I’m going to die.

“Wait.”

Another voice, different from the first two, coming from the thinnest of the group. “Don’t kill him, Har- dude. So he doesn’t have anything on him right now, we could get him to take us back to his house, can’t we?”

“....I guess…” grumbled the man in front of Patton. After a long moment, the gun’s safety clicked on. Patton felt a wave of relief go through his whole body, visibly slumping back against the bricks.

“Then take us to your house,” said another voice, this one rougher than the others. In response, Patton felt the sudden grip of a hand around his arm and he squeaked-suddenly realizing the situation. He was still lost. He didn’t know where his home was, but that wouldn’t fit with the story he’d given..oh no. Oh no please no.

“I-I can’t-” he stuttered out, scrambling for an excuse, a plea, anything.

“What do you mean you can’t, you goddamn can, and if you don’t then we’ll just shoot you.” growled the man, his grip tightening and sending Patton’s heart pounding so fast he feared it would burst out of his chest.

“I can’t, I-” think think think- “I take the bus!! Yeah, it’s too far to walk, so I take the bus-and I mean the five of you would look kind of suspicious on a bus..”

“He’s useless! See, I told you we should have hit a better part of town-let’s just kill him,” announced the rough voice-and Patton’s hands shot up to attempt to shield his face, even though the action was useless with the gun against his head. God, if there was any time he’d love to understand his weird magic it would be NOW!

“Don’t!” he cried, his voice high and quaking. “I-I could-” what could he do, “Please, I promise I won’t tell anyone about your gang, just don’t-”

The woman scoffed. “Gang? Don’t make me laugh, we aren’t some squad of..Cackling Coyotes or anything. Some people just need to make a damn living, now name one reason why we actually shouldn’t just kill you?”

“Maybe we could get his bank info?” Piped up the thinnest man, but the man with the gun only rolled his eyes.

“That’s like asking a chick at the bar for her number, no way to know if it’s fake until it’s too late. I vote kill.”

“Wait-” the panic rose in Patton’s chest, suffocating and thick, and he almost feared he’d pass out-the choking horror a sickening compliment to the cold ice that was his blood. No, no, this couldn’t be how he died-after everything he’d seen, gone through, he couldn’t die to a squad of muggers!! Please, please..

“I vote kill too,” spoke the man with the gun in a chillingly flat tone-and Patton’s breathing only grew shallower as he saw the silent figure nod.

“Let’s be smart about this,” hissed the thin man-so far, the only thing Patton could call an ally. “What will we do with the body? Hide the evidence?”

“Oh shut up, Di- dickwad, what if he blabs?” snapped the woman. “We kill him. Dump him in the trash and take the gun.”

“Please!!”

“Do it,” spoke the rough man.

“I’m doing it.”

“DON’T KILL ME!” Patton screamed-and suddenly, his icy blood was hot. Light burst forth from his body-

The gun went off, and Patton’s scream turned to one of blazing agony.

Out of the corner of his eye, Logan caught a flash of light-and two sounds in unison. A scream, high-pitched and full of roiling emotion-and a sound that chilled him to the bone.

A gunshot.

A gunshot, and Patton’s scream.

Patton.

Logan raced towards the sound-barely registering the scene before him-five people standing over Patton’s-slumped against the alley wall clutching his side. The scent, thick and sweet and intoxicating, filled his mind and the bloodlust invoked by the mere thought of someone hurting Patton, of Patton being out and in danger-gained a dual meaning.

He collided with the man holding the gun-and he heard shouts, presumably from the people around him, but he neither noticed nor cared. The gun clattered to the pavement as he wrenched it from the mugger’s grasp, a sickening crack echoing through they alleyway, accompanied by a howl of pain-but it wouldn't last, as Logan’s fangs soon tore into his throat, deep into the jugular, spilling blood like a fountain as Logan shoved the body to the ground, disregarding the dull thump.

He felt something smash into his skull-not a fist, some heavier object-he wasn’t sure what, only that it hurt, and a grunt of pain was torn from his throat, only to morph into a snarl. Crimson eyes, glowing in the darkness, turned on the woman that had hit him, and Logan swung his arm out, sending her flying into the wall and splattering blood across the bricks like a gory perversion of a Jackson Pollock painting as her skull smashed open against it.

He heard a scramble behind him-one of the others going for the gun, but Logan was much, much faster-in the blink of an eye, the gun was reduced to scrap metal in his hands, and the one who had dove for it fell right into Logan’s deadly grasp, a screech of pain ripping through the night as fangs ripped his throat open too. Two left. One dashed Logan’s way, and his neck was snapped in Logan’s hands. The last tried to run. Tried.

But there could be no witnesses.

Logan dragged the flailing, screaming man back into the alley, and once more tore open his throat.

Blood spilled from the wound-and as the adrenaline surge waned, the tantalizing smell wafted up to Logan’s nostrils, and his grip grew tighter. His fangs clamped down harder, and he drank, greedily lapping up the blood that flowed from the limp mugger’s throat, more and more until he finally felt full.

It couldn’t hurt.

The corpse fell from Logan’s grasp, the thump of it hitting the bloodstained pavement the only sound in the alley. Well, aside from a sound that he now became acutely aware of. Patton, shivering, his breathing shallow and terrified.

Patton.

In an instant, Logan was crouching in front of the pale-looking human. He reached out his arms to scoop him up- but to his aggravation, Patton tried to tug away, weakly pushing himself back into the wall.

Red eyes narrowed as Logan recalled why this had happened in the first place. That Patton had tried to run. If he’d just listened, but no!

Regardless, Logan tugged Patton to his feet, ignoring the whimper and turning. He felt Patton trying to pull away-heard a weak protest, but it only hardened his resolve. Idiot, how could he just throw himself into danger like that? He’d gotten mugged for goodness’ sake, the second he’d stepped out the door-and Logan had to come save him. What if he hadn’t found him in time? Patton could be dead, did he not see that?

“No..no, lemme go..” echoed the soft whimpers from behind him-but the tugging had stopped. Instead he was dragging Patton behind him-and as Logan turned, his eyes went wide.

With his face still smeared with various people’s blood, the thick, coppery scent right in his nose-fights weren’t neat after all-he hadn’t noticed it. Patton’s left hand clutched at his side-and red dripped from beneath his fingers, staining the fabric of his gray sweater. His face was even paler now as he stumbled along, woozy. That wouldn’t do. Especially now Logan had to get him home faster, before he bled out.

So he yanked Patton in and hefted him into his arms as he had the first night-but very much unlike the first night, even bleeding out and half-delirious, Patton still squirmed, glistening tears dripping down his cheeks as he tried to scramble out of Logan’s grip. Logan sighed.

“Patton, stay still-I need to take you home and get you medical assistance!”

At that, Patton actually started struggling more.

This was ridiculous, if he was going to make sure Patton lived he had to get him home! And yet the human insisted on making things difficult! Logan growled low in his throat, his lips curling up as he gripped the back of Patton’s head and turned it to face him.

He saw the slumping of Patton’s muscles as the red of his crimson stare reflected in Patton’s blue irises, the compulsion turning his limbs to jelly. By all means, an ability designed to incapacitate prey-but in this case, he just needed him to stop fucking squirming.

The tears stopped too, after a moment, as Patton passed out from the pain-and Logan was left in silence to bring them back home.

The door swung open-the faint creak of the old hinges accompanied by Roman and Virgil’s typical loud banter. But both of them stopped dead in the hall-surprise and apprehension flashing across their faces at the sight of Logan standing directly opposite the door, brown eyes narrowed behind his glasses and posture stiff and cold, arms crossed over his chest. Both human and werewolf shrank back just a bit, Virgil recognizing it as the Dad stare and Roman as the ‘boyfriend’s vampire dad who will murder you if you make one wrong move though you’re not so sure anymore’ stare. Equally terrifying interpretations. But neither of them were prepared for the reason Logan was glaring at them so intensely.

“You left the door unlocked.”

“He’s-” Virgil began, worry in his voice (why? He wanted Patton to escape. Just...he’d miss him) but Logan answered before he’d even finished the question.

“He’s here. He ran off and got mugged of all rotten ways luck could go. But he is alive, and well enough considering.”

“MUGGED??” Roman burst out-and Virgil felt his boyfriend’s hand tighten considerably in his own. He looked frantic and angry at the same time, which only worried Virgil because of the high probability he’d do something horribly rash, though the word was ringing in Virgil’s ears too. Mugged? Patton? What could have happened-Logan had said well enough considering, that could mean anything from distraught to terribly wounded!

“Yes, mugged.” Logan clenched his teeth as he spoke the words, “Five of them. I assume he attempted to fend them off with magic, as that is how I found him. One of them had shot him in the side when I arrived, though it did not seem to be a fatal wound except for the copious blood loss.”

“Tell me you ripped them apart.”

The words were growled through Roman’s teeth-and Virgil swore he caught a flash of gold out of his peripheral. There was something else in Logan’s eyes as he shifted to meet Roman’s, something old and something dark.

“I did.”

“Good.”

“Where is he?” Virgil asked-more pressing matters, more important things than revenge..though he’d be lying if he said he didn’t feel a dark rush of satisfaction upon hearing that those goons were gone for good. No one should hurt Patton, not sweet, loving, innocent Patton.

“His room. He’s still unconscious, passed out from blood loss. I bandaged him up best I could and locked the door again..” Logan trailed off, pulling his glasses off his face to wipe the lenses with his tie, looking frustrated. “And so soon after I let him have a bit more space.”

“I’m sorry..” Virgil mumbled. Normally he wouldn’t think this something to apologize for-it was an accident, and Patton shouldn’t have been trapped here in the first place. But he was hurt. And that changed things. Logan seemed to pause before sliding his glasses back onto his face.

“There had better be an explanation for your carelessness,” he said, though unsurprisingly his eyes did not turn to Virgil, but to Roman.

“We were running late for class, and in the rush to get out to not be late, something I’d expect you’d approve of, locking the door was an afterthought.”

“Well that ‘afterthought’ could have gotten Patton killed,” Logan replied lowly. “That isn’t my fault!” Roman protested, but Logan’s only response was a darker glare and crossed arms. “You should have been more responsible! Unfortunately, I can’t babysit you all every hour of the day!” “Ever consider we’re not babies?” Roman shot back. “You can’t control everyone!” “Oh. Oh. We’re going that direction, are we? Sometimes you might as well be children with how ridiculous you act, and if you’re going to be so careless clearly I must!” “And does that include Patton too?” Roman burst out, taking a step towards Logan. “I would have run away if I were him too, it’s not his fault he got into trouble, it’s not ours-hell, I’d even say it’s yours for shutting him up in here in the first place!” “He gets mugged immediately after leaving my care, and you say that my housing him here is the cause of this?? Explain to me exactly how that makes sense!” “Because you can’t just kidnap people and hold them captive, Logan, I happen to think that makes fucking sense!” Logan snarled, sharp fangs glinting in the artificial light. “You tend to seem rather happy to have him here, don’t you?” “So??? He’s a person!”

“Then you say I shouldn’t have brought him back? If that happened he’d be dead, and that is a good solution for no one.” “He shouldn’t-” “Will you two quit it?” The sudden intervention from Virgil froze both werewolf and vampire in place. They were practically at each other’s throats, an unfortunately common sight-though that also left the lone human in the room undeterred. Virgil stepped forward, pushing his way between them as an attempt to cool down the situation. “Look-I think we all know where everyone stands on Patton, and I kinda prefer you two not trying to murder each other, so let’s just...drop it okay?” “Virgil, come on-you know we can’t just-” Roman began, but Virgil spun to face him, cutting him off.

“Ro, can it.” The almost pleading look in his eyes finally did it. Sighing, Virgil turned to Logan, who was still standing with his arms crossed over his chest.

“Dad...I’m glad he’s safe.” He could have said more. But it wouldn’t help, would it? The three of them stood there in silence for a long moment before Virgil finally put his arms down, sighing. You could still cut the tension between his father and his boyfriend with a knife, but at least it wasn’t about to snap. He tucked his hands into the pockets of his hoodie, still looking to Logan.

“Can we see him?” Logan’s brow pinched, as if he wasn’t too happy about the idea-but a moment past, and with a sigh, he nodded, turning and stepping back down the hallway, waving for Virgil and Roman to follow. But Roman didn’t.

He remained in the hallway, glowering at his shoes-and before Virgil could grab his arm and pull him aside, he opened the door and stepped through. “Roman-” Slam.

Virgil groaned loudly, hitting his thigh with a closed fist in-what? Exasperation, frustration, hopelessness? One of the above, at least.

“Just let him go,” came Logan’s voice from down the hall, and as much as it annoyed Virgil to hear the command, Logan was right. Roman threw tantrums, and it was better to have him leave for a while than let another fight break out. So, he did. Virgil walked down the hall and up the stairs, following Logan, until they came to the plain door of the guest room where Patton lay unconscious.

The key in his pocket felt unnaturally cold and heavy as he unlocked the door and stepped inside.

Patton lay unmoving under the cream sheets, only the faintest rise and fall of his chest showing that he was alive. His curls were falling in his face, a plain blue t-shirt covering his chest-but as Virgil stepped closer to the side of the bed and tugged the covers down slightly, he could see the bloodstained bandages underneath. Wincing, he replaced the covers.

The silence filled the room as Virgil stood there, listening to the faint sound of Patton’s breathing and taking his freckled hand from where it lay beside him on the bed. But eventually, he did have to step away.

Virgil headed straight to his room, leaving Logan to shut and lock the door, kicking off his shoes and burying himself under his comforter. It was too cold without Roman.

He slipped into sleep soon after.

It was not a quiet sleep.

Also, we have a new Locked Heart Discord server!! Here’s a link that doesn’t expire, unlike the post I made about it, that was my bad XD

https://discord.gg/Fm6xZJM click to yell at us

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[thegreymoon]

Hi I have been a fan of your work for a very long time and so I sneak into your tumblr from time to time.I counldnt help but notice that you post a lot of political/sjw stuff and I know it is none of my business but since I am probably absolutely opposite in my political views I can't help myself and ask: I understand that you are Asian, but you don't seem to be interested in real or imagined injustices in your country/continent and are mainly interested in USA, why is that?

Hi, anon!

First of all, I am not Asian and I’m very sorry if I ever did or said anything to mislead people into thinking that I was. It was unconsciously done. I have no intention of offending anyone or appropriating an identity that isn’t mine, so if I did something of that sort, please let me know and I’ll do my best to correct myself. I often reblog stuff about China because I think it’s an amazing country, I’m learning Mandarin (not making much progress, though), love their culture, nature, architecture and am a big fan of their historical/fantasy dramas. Also, the two fandoms I was the most active in (coincidentally) happen to be a Japanese anime and a Japanese video game, so I have a lot of love for their art and aesthetics.

I’m actually very surprised that you would ‘notice’ that I post a lot of ‘political/sjw stuff’, considering that I mostly use Tumblr to repost Merlin gifs, cast/crew news and fanworks. There is maybe one reblog on just about anything else for every fifty (perhaps even more) Merlin posts, so I really have to wonder which of the RL issues I posted about bothered you so much that you would describe them as ‘a lot’.

I may be misinterpreting the tone of your ask, so forgive me if I misread your intentions and am responding too harshly, but in my experience, ‘SJW’ is a term that is used to be dismissive when people are talking about real social issues, plus I found your wording of ‘imagined injustices’ very… interesting.

Also, I find it odd that somebody would unironically ask me why I’m ‘mainly’ interested in the USA.

First of all, the global market is oversaturated with American media, American products, American news, American movies, TV series, music, you name it. It’s everywhere. Of course I’m going to know more about it than, say, Lichtenstein. The exposure of American public figures is insane and it just happens that the stuff that appears on my dash is most often related to the USA because that is what the people I follow also follow (and for the record, on Tumblr, I mainly follow the Merlin fandom and to a somewhat lesser degree, various artists, baby animals, Chinese traditional outfits, Buzzfeed and NASA news). I absolutely do reblog pure evil, injustices, hypocrisy and intentionally inflicted misery in other countries too when I see them, but I don’t actively go looking for them on Tumblr, just like I don’t actively look for the USA posts either. The USA posts are simply there, without much active input from me, while other countries are not. An important point, of course, since we are having this weird discussion about why a random person outside of the USA is consuming so much American media, is that English is the only foreign language I am fluent in, so when it comes to foreign content, I am primarily going to read and interact with posts in English. And which country creates the most content in English? Yup, you guessed it!  

On a similar note, everything that happens in the USA affects other countries too. Nothing that goes on there takes place in a vacuum and the USA has made damn sure that it has its fingers in each and every single pie all over the world. Everything, the good and the bad, spills over and trust me, we feel the effects acutely in my unstable, politically fraught little country. The economic and cultural implications are enormous, so you can bet American issues are very personal for me, even if I don’t live there. My country’s government consists of puppets in the hands of various world leaders playing tug of war with actual human lives. My literal paycheck depends on the stability of the dollar. The survival of the entire human species hangs on how we deal with climate change right now and that ignorant, illiterate orange shitstain Americans voted into power is now standing on a global platform, spouting nonsense that is barely one step removed from Creationist bullshit and Flat-earther conspiracies. And you seriously ask me why I’m interested in the USA? 

The USA loves to dub itself as ‘the leader of the free world’ and ‘a global superpower’, and has managed to stick its nose into everybody’s business everywhere (usually with no good intentions), but somehow you question why the rest of us are now going to be interested in what is going on there, not to mention critical when the US government spouts absolute rubbish not just on a domestic, but also global scale? So, yes, I am personally invested in what is going down next in the USA and am sitting here, half the world across, cheering Americans on as they fight to have that shame they elected removed from power and, hopefully, incarcerated, along with all his corrupt cronies, advisors and family members. I’m going to be genuinely celebrating here when he finally goes down!

Secondly, I come from one of those countries that the USA and its allies have destroyed for their own gain and where they have ruined countless lives over multiple generations. I have every reason to notice, take a personal interest in and comment on the hypocrisy, the grandstanding and the false moral high ground that is assumed by the USA (and any of its bootlickers) when I see it.

For any of my USA followers here, I would just like to note that I am perfectly capable of distinguishing between ordinary people and disgusting government policies enacted by corrupt or incompetent politicians. I realise this post sounds angry, but I wish only good things for you all, people are people everywhere and the stuff I’m talking about is way above the average person’s paygrade. I also realise that the USA has screwed over so many of its own citizens; including its war veterans, PoC, minorities, the poor, the weak and the disabled. My heart goes out to you all, truly, and I love you all!

(BTW, I intentionally have not said which country I’m from because I’ve stopped publically stating my location online, simply because it makes it too easy for malicious people to identify me IRL that way. I don’t necessarily hide my RL identity if I have a valid reason to reveal my true name and location, but please forgive me for not stating it outright here, on a public platform, to satisfy the curiosity of an anon ask. My country is misogynistic, homophobic and hostile to all who are non-conforming and my job prospects are hard enough without my online pseudonyms being generally known in my RL circles. I used to be much less secretive about it, but have since learned the error of my ways and am now taking the most basic of precautions.)

With that said, yes, my country has issues! And, fyi, I have ranted and raged and cried about them before online, IRL and in private. I have posted about my country’s political problems everywhere, including here, when I was just too angry to hold it in because I’m absolute shit at being careful even when I make a conscious effort to be. Most recently, I raged about our elections which were a punch to the gut. If I was to start typing about the corruption, injustices and absolute evil going on around me, I would never stop, but I’m not going to do that because that’s not what I come to Tumblr for. This is primarily a fandom space, mostly for fandom stuff, where I come to look at other people’s things and almost never create content of my own. Just about anything political has been reblogged from someone else because it showed up on my dash and touched a nerve. Very little of that is stuff from my own country because nobody creates and reblogs posts about it in the fandom circle I mostly interact with.

I’m now trying to think back to what ‘SJW’ issues (as you put it) I reblog the most often and how any of them are ‘imaginary injustices’. Off the top of my head, the ones that usually touch a nerve are about the oppression and discrimination of women, patriarchy, sexism, various kinds of abuse, sexual assault, overworking, capitalist brainwashing, mental health issues, LGBTQ issues, freedom of speech, resurgence of Nazism, the gap between the rich and the poor, climate change and criminal religious institutions regaining power in society. I can assure you that none of these is ‘imaginary’ and the negative ways in which they affect me and the people around me are very, very real. Also, none of them is unique to the USA, which is what you seem to be the most concerned about, and even if the post is from or about the USA, these problems definitely overlap with things that I, and countless people around the world, are personally experiencing and have a lot of feelings about. The only social issues ‘unique’ to the USA that I often reblog are the ones related to the particular US brand of racism and the appalling, still-ongoing genocide committed against the indigenous people there, and how can you not empathise with that when it’s so egregious? I will reblog them every time they cross my dash to spread awareness since the US government is actively trying to stifle it and rewrite history and idc who is uncomfortable.

With all that said, I’m open to corrections and have no problem admitting to being wrong once I realise I’ve made a mistake. So, this goes for all the people following my blog: if any of the posts I shared are about ‘imaginary’ issues (just… wow at the use of this word) or contain false information, please feel free to let me know and I will take it under advisement. I’m always willing to learn.

[janiedean]

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Prettytiredup has one post and it's this one. It's either the original op in the first place who keeps borderline denying the Holocaust or it's the anon who called her a c*nt. Replying seems futile from here on.

good lord fine enough

@aimmyarrowshigh: no, @prettytiredup is not me. admittedly, it’s a mutual who didn’t want discourse on their main who took it up because I’m honestly fucking tired of this fucking discussion, and btw, why the fuck would the anon who called me a CUNT - you can write it, I don’t get offended - make a post to defend me after calling me a cunt? hmmm?

that said: oh, I keep on denying the holocaust?

never mind that you obv didn’t read the post I made with receipts on how much I don’t, let me c/p the basics for you, I’m so antisemite and such a holocaust denier that: 

I’ve been to two different concentration camps, I plan to visit others when I get the chance;

I’ve more than once defended Israel’s existence with people who thought it should be annhilitated or that I was a **zionist** for not hating it on principle and I absolutely think it has a right to exist and it should exist also as reparation (or beginning to) for the antisemitism european jewish people had to endure for millennia

I vote far letft

have one instance of how antisemite I am

have a second instance (this is about the ANNE FRANK IS OVERRATED discourse, wild ride 100%)

have a third instance of the anne frank discourse in which GUESS WHAT I reblogged a list of crimes against jewish people since the destruction of jerusalem that was compiled by the same user that told me first I was a nazi apologist and in my tags I was like OMG THANK YOU FOR PROVIDING THAT LIST NOW I CAN LINK IT WHENEVER I HAVE TO DISCUSS WITH ANTISEMITES here have the receipt

and that was my personal take on that same OP

there was the time I absolutely didn’t agree with some crazy radical catholic who was pretty damned antisemite

that was my opinion about people who says that the holocaust was a white genocide and so it’s not as important as we make it to be, take two

btw that was the op about the white genocide thing I didn’t comment but I think my tags suffice

I can’t find the OP but it was about people in a london university where some students were doing holocaust denial in spades

this was about a post that got me angry af where someone made a picture with the titanic sinking, the picture with the jewish boy in warsaw getting arrested and a picture of sept 11th and one of a slave galley with a caption ‘WE’RE TOLD TO NEVER FORGET THREE OF THOSE AND TO FORGET JUST ONE GUESS WHY’

now, if this is still denying the holocaust to you whatever, let me know when you go complain to the actual person who said that ‘auschwitz and birkenau were two different camps in the first SOME polish people ended up but it wasn’t a DEATH camp and the second was just for jewish and rroma people’ which is factually false and it takes going on the fucking internet to know.

also, fyi, all of yours:

I honestly do not take offense at being called a CUNT, no really I don’t, in my language it doesn’t have any negative connotations

that said I do take offense, slightly, at the person who accused me of nazi apologism having called me a) suspiria (and then specifying I WAS CALLING YOU A WITCH) which is not nice but whatever, good movie, b) asking me if I wanted *biscotti* for how italians handled wwii when I 1) openly said I loathed fascism, 2) biscotti is the literal translation for cookies but guess what, ‘do you want **biscotti**’ is someone that here you literally say to your dog, but never mind that, c) and I also take a lot more offense at that person having had the gall to use a mafia-related example to explain me how giving up jewish people for conquered gentiles went during the holocaust when I am half-sicilian and she couldn’t have known but I could have had relatives dead because of the fucking mafia and it’s like, offensive af to go use that example with italian people but hey, I mean, if I had been japanese and she had asked me if I wanted some fucking sushi and used a yakuza example it would have been okay??? really???

so like idk you obv. most likely think I deserve to be called the above for my ***holocaust denial*** which amounted to saying that ‘more than one category died during it’ which is like factual history but I mean, before opening your mouth and let air fly freely through it it’d be nice if you look up the damned entire thing.

ah and there was the asshole who called me a cracker after insulting my intelligence but whatever, nothing new on tumblr dot com.

other than that: I blocked most people involved with this damned discourse after the mafia thing because honestly at this point I’m not even going to engage and I made my bloody point. and guess why someone reblogs my untagged post to explain me how the hell a jewish ITALIAN name which is actually fairly typical is written when the writer himself used it with the italian spelling and whose first language was italian to explain me I have to get over it when I haven’t even mentioned them or tagged anyone, and I honestly just want to let this die out and I’m only replying to asks if I get them but that’s it. and in this case it was the anon calling me a cunt bringing the topic up.

but guess why, one of the two people I haven’t blocked in this mess is reblogging my posts, which is suggesting me that everyone I blocked is stalking my blog to look for receipts or whatever when I have absolutely nothing to prove so like, idk, excuse me if now I’m very skeptical about anyone involved esp. since I think I made clear I said my piece and I don’t care to get involved with y’all any further. except that then you have to go assume the above and honestly if it’s not clear I’m really quite tired of interacting with y’all so like, idk, there’s that.

I’m also more offended that my original comments to that OP which were pretty balanced and just wanted to offer a nuanced pov have been ignored and the replies screencapped so I could pass for a racist without me having a possibility to reply since OP blocked me while posting actual misinformation than I could ever be at being called a cunt with the u, but hey, I guess everyone’s sensibilities are different.

but sure, go tell my fascist classmates from middle school who said that the concentration camps didn’t exist at all that I am the holocaust denier/nazi apologist, I’m sure that they’d have a laugh for how much we actually fought about it back in the day.

I mean, y’all really can’t take a hint and realize that once in a while it’s better to just shut up and let things drop?

[timdyoungbsmpa5]

Don’t Go To The White Tunnel of Light Soul Trap of Reincarnation After You Die (How to Save Yourself and go to Heavenly Planes)

My voices to skull synthetic telepathy parasite satanists through the cones and rods images on my eyes could not bestow a world to me or anyone, or through the brain computer interface I have been illegally tortured by for nearly 15 years.

It’s a huge con.

Simply they lie about just about everything. They fake Jesus and Jewish and Mormon and whatever name, but it’s all just satanism & the same plot to enslave every man woman and child. I’m being slow kill exterminated, #cointelpro feds & reptilian exterminated at the same time they falsely accuse. I have Satanic mimics, misdirects, mockers, nano thieves, am satanically disrespect, satanically toped and not just in my head, a survivor of EMF and Reptilian Humanoid Satanic pride, have mind and body direct energy raped, and other Targeted Individual torture.

My black swiss cheese hole exits which no slavery v2k gang stalker and/or mind control slaver will tell you about, got confirmed by a number of good sources.

The #V2k #RNM and #BCI satanists attacking me, are no better than the perps in Kevin Christian’s Atlanta neighborhood. Electro Magnetic Form and frequency (fake people but real seeming and actually a real human in another location taking on the form of anyone they want) gang stalkers and others are sub human, a national security threat, criminals against creation and civilization itself.

They can’t even get off the meth or do anything good. No, they can’t give you or me or anyone a world but there are nearly unlimited world’s of all kinds out the black swiss cheese holes, we all more or less came through at some point anyway.

I am voting for the whack a mole committee approach to all EMF gang stalkers, CIA and mind control slavers; they deserve punishments that last. You on the other hand deserve rewards that last. Please read and watch below.

They tried to kill me before the info was given (and corroborated) through sincere altruism on my part. I’m a good man, an applied idealist, Buddhist and seek non reincarnation and am very against synthetic telepathy mind control slavery.

References:

Psi Ops Researcher and Expert: @CounterDarkness on twitter

Website: https://www.counterdarkness.org

#ReptilianHumanoids Researcher and Expert: @davidicke on Twitter

Website: https://www.davidicke.com

#NanoAI #v2k #RNM #BCI computers connecting to humans or #transhumanism Researcher and Expert:

@DeepThoughtNews on Twitter

Website: https://deepthoughtnews.wordpress.com

Escape Earth After Death Corroborating Researcher and Expert: Wes Penre

Website: http://www.wespenre.com

Targeted Individual Research: http://targetedindividualsua.weebly.com/

I hate religion especially satanism, complex satanism. I’m being exterminated and my sex organs attacked for 5 years, use high powered magnets around private parts for protection. Their goal for any TI is homeless suicide, it’s cointelpro and trillions in satanism & federal projects not just “my neighbors”. Also you can get bio hacking software off the dark web for your cell phone and direct energy weapons are being used on many Americans.

These are psi ops and those are full of cohersive lies. Shape shifters been following me around for years real or faked reptilian, most faked, and they are protecting magnitudes of trillions in human trafficking and nano slavery.

I was lied to I do not lie and would like justice. They keep us poor tortured and enslaved. They mimic me, steal my work and words and honor through remote neural monitoring and other computer and synthetic mean and give it to EMF gang stalkers & reptilian secretly. I’m a Buddhist Christian by nature DNA threat to their satanism, so they won’t allow me to breed. I refuse to lead the humans to hell. I live there now, they lie about what and where it is. I can’t save you but have a few ideas on how you save yourself.

Question: How do you ruin the human condition in crimes worse than genocide with less than 6 or so words and a 3rd graders vocabulary? You don’t want the spiritual AIDS, remote neural monitoring, voice to skull tech, nano ai infections/human abuse tech that you would rather have an arm off or lobotomy than endure.

In a 1,000 words, since 2004 my life has been basically the following photos. The reptilian were mostly EMF faked and it is what is happening to me and many other TIs.

It’s tech not spiritual actually, fakers, cohesive, fakers. It’s not just mental illness but spiritual slavery past one life, study instant death to avoid getting mislead at moments f death if you are paranoid, infected and precarious like me. I may dynamite my whole head in protest and for freedom. It’s crimes against creation, worse than Hitler and genocide the rnm, v2k, nano tech, transhumanism problems ect and NOT just in my head.

It’s only masked as mental illness, there never was a problem with my biology or blood, DNA and they are exterminating us in slow kills. There really was no other world that was a lie I was told in psi ops and retold on social media while under mind control. All this is terrorism at me and Oregon, the USA and world; same plot to enslave every man woman and child. No “religion” will save us.

The reptoids who get high off human suffering (feed) access our minds and bodies illegally with tech and it’s literally hell on earth, negative energy feeding, involving the pituitary glad. I get fed off and they steal my thought too. And they fake demonic possession to discredit TIs.

I choose blanket forgiveness for all mammal human peers and here is a solid plan B that never changes in the video on how to save yourself linked above. I love you peer mammal humans. They USA did not have God & invented satan instead I am convinced. I’m leaving earth after death, I never was satan, satanic, an anti christ or anything bad.

I’ve been made a mind control nano slave and God never damned me. It was the feds and others, synthetically.

At moments of death if you are infected with spiritual slavery tech like I am and have a nano infection, remote neural monitored, voice to skull argeted individual, a victim of the spiritual slavery crimes against creation and fear getting mislead in the dream world bardo state of mind, fear getting tricked into reincarnation on the moon, Saturn, the sun or otherwise I am personally considering dynamite to the whole head or lots of electrical energy for death. A bardo is a sliver of a moment, head lives a long time while dying & snakes & others may mislead you to 4th plane/frequency/dimension.

I don’t want that and plan to study star charts like to Andromeda or to live with the grays maybe, rise above this hellish life. It may be as simple as just going up and out of the solar system regardless of rnm v2k nano ai infection I should say also.

I want to be free, saved and I think that means evacuating earth after we die one by one though the black swiss cheese hole structures around the criminal compound solar system. You were never the criminals, the reptoids and others (aliens, AI, etc) taking advantage of you in 3d forms and 5 senses were.

The spiritual slavery system started in the US under the guise of national pride, parts of the UK circa 2017 allegedly infected and frankly anything religious is just a distraction from the nuts and bolts issues. I have parasites, it’s not an over use of the term. I’m not God and they never were. This is prisoner for satanic gods not you. They can replace people just for moments without us knowing and posses people with tech without them knowing.

Reptoids and other aliens get high off your suffering (negative energy directly from the penial gland allegedly) and deny you the energy/love you have normally in full inter-dimensional form, I understand.

The only solution is to evacuate one by one after death, it’s a plot to enslave every man woman and child. You don’t have to come. The boomers may recall that historical quote. I’m on the side of just 3d 5 sense folks and scientists that don’t even study these fields that feel it’s time to abandon earth even from their perspectives.

If it’s bad and about me it is a lie, they even tried to project monarch me and of course that is not going to work. I’m not and never was a sex criminal or criminal, and they are killing off a holy line arguably. I’m fairly brilliant in some areas, naturally smart, well educated and a little wiser. But this is about all of us, not just a fairly cool nerd from the north west.

They are trying to make an obtuse and malevolent God out of the surveillance but it’s really satanism. I have satanic mimics, satanic toppers, nano thieves, satanic misdirects, the gang stalkers use satanic repeaters & suggest for brainwashing, satanic mockers and nano thrived from. I’m an MkUltra tortured slave, gang stalked, remote mural monitored, they want a no touch kill of me and my family has been attacked. I am exposed to all kinds of satanic pride and ironically am a victim of satanic disrespect (victim not perp). They steal all my honor and make sure I am disrespected and lied about. I am actually rather good, deep state attacks and mockingbird is misleading through media and music. Chakra tortures and other unholy deeds I have endured. Found a means of escape too after I die, wanted to pass it on. I won’t go to hell, I live their now artificially bio hacked. You want to leave earth. You want to get out NOT, in. In is into a gang of stalkers, they never say what they really mean.

I’ve dealt with these crimes against creation for 14 years approaching 39 but over the last two years or so project mockingbird was introduced on all the radio and tv. I even hear video games about over a year ago, people are being mislead. None of it is God. I won’t even watch TV. The tech in my body interacts with mockingbird and it tries to brain wash, mislead, use undue influence. The NSA satanism works with the TV unplugged FYI, never sleep in front of one, consider taking it out of house. The psychosis, spiritual slavery tech is off planet criminal spiritual slavery technology and the reptilian humanoid agenda is my understanding. I was briefed of their invasion in 2013.

For information on research on the species in question, please refer to David Icke. For information on psychological operations with real life consequences I should add, research counter darkness on Twitter and his website. For analysis of the computer science component of all of this and humans, check out deep thought news on transhumanism. A man named Wes P. and others know how to evacuate after death and further, there is a link on being a targeted individual like myself. The Swiss Cheese holes exists in the structure of the universe around earth after death I have confirmed by three sources. It’s how we got in here. I’ve been direct energy EMF gangstalker raped for 5 years and rnm and v2k tortured and worse for 14 years in 2018. All TI infected should consider instant death to the head at death to avoid endless slavery after and at moments of death.

You deserve better, and are better off evacuating after death. Elon Musk * Stephen Hawkings + a fairly cool nerd from Lake Oswego = We need to GTFO off Earth after death and never look back. It’s not hard to get off earth prison, they want you think it is – it isn’t. If they say they are my God or anything especially after I die, RUN, don’t walk away, the are parasite satanic low live dark energy feeders reptilian who mimic me or gang stalkers just faking reptilian. I never had a God in reality. The 4d and 5th dimensions feed of your suffering and all kinds of spiritual and sexual perversions and the gang stalkers call that heaven. It’s actually a dreamland (nightmare) hellscape from what I understand; a baby raping, super violent paradise for the reptoids and as you can image hell for the holy. Women get taken there, tech damned and abused is my understanding. CIA disclosures have allegedly confirmed the soul trap at the moon. I’m not trying to change the reptoids they always win, I’m just one TI. I just don’t want to share a planet with them, wicked smart in no good ways. Only play dumb! Their accumulated civilization’s handle on genetics alone, terrifying frankly.

We are kept to vulnerable and manipulable in the frankly criminal 3d forms. I’m gonna bail and you may never actually know it. Is hard data to collect souls that swiss cheese it out of here, I won’t be sending post cards if you get my drift. You DO not have to follow me.

Same plot to enslave every man woman and child.

Title page of my website they hide from search engines to censor me and fool you - Aware Truther Targeted Tortured Individual Tim D Young BS MPA nearly 15 years strong in synthetic mind control hells on earth, literal. Don't Go To The White Tunnel of Light Soul Trap of Reincarnation After You Die (How to Save Yourself and go to Heavenly Planes)

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Season 7 and My Rambling Thoughts (I hope this makes sense to someone anyway...)

Dear God this was a tough season to go through and in each episode, I was really struggling to see how the Paladins were going to make it through it!

Okay so here are my points on the whole season, let's start with the positives first shall we? 

1. I liked how we started with Sheith backstory and explored their lives together pre-Voltron, but I wasn't so happy about seeing the development from last season between the two pushed aside. I don't know, it felt like a scene was missing there. 

2. Did anyone else find the lost in space episode terrifying? Because that is my worst fear, hence why I am not an astronaut nor study anything to do with space - its a scary universe out there and thanks Voltron, I am now petrified of space sharks(?) - Counting this as a positive because they created a really good, tense episode. Well done creators! 

3. Team Earth people, and particularly James, way to redeem yourself boy - he proved himself to be a really great pilot and I like him now. Still, I would have liked for Keith and James to have had more scenes though. 

4. HUNK! He was amazing in this season, and Hunk and Keith hug was just adorable! I just want to give Hunk a big hug! 

5. LANCE! I am so proud of him, he really stepped up to the plate this season and I loved how he voted in the game show scene - it really showed how he has matured. 

6. PIDGE! I just love her and also everyone was so protective of her in the interrogation scene.

Okay, now onto the neutral stuff (neither positive or negative):

1. I think if I could summarise this one season I would describe it as 'warfare' (I am not talking about shipping wars here either, just FYI). Particularly the last few episodes you really get a feel of being invaded and occupied by the enemy and how much we struggle against their perceived might. It was just battle after battle, there now time for fluff or relationships (apart from the familial). 

2. I was really surprised as well with how far they showed the death and destruction that comes with war, it's not just some big explosions and distant screaming - war is personal and it is death and I liked that the show didn't glamourise or romanticise war. 

3. Spoiler, I wasn't surprised that Adam died (the antis are not happy about that) - they needed to add a face we could recognise as part of the greater cost of war. I am not saying I support this decision but I can understand where they were coming from. 

Now onto the stuff, I didn't like about this season: 

1. The lack of Shiro and Keith moments, compared to past seasons did bum me out. I suppose it does drive home the message that war does not just invade physically, it also invades everything, including all personal relationships (especially for those who are fighting). But I am happy that Keith once again saved Shiro and defeated Sendak, and that little scene there was lovely  :) 

2. This links with the above, but where was Shiro in those last scenes where they are in the hospital? Keith has his mum and Kolivian but where was Shiro there? I found that quite sad, particularly when you compare it to the times when Keith has stood by Shiro so many times in the healing pod - so yeah that scene didn't feel natural for me. 

3. ACXA -  I REALLY want an explanation for this! Like what is going on with Acxa?! Is she a secret deep undercover Blade? Does she love Keith?! Does she look up to him?! An explanation, please! I don't know what to think of Acxa, a part of me thinks she is being geared up to be a possible romantic interest, but I think it will be unrequited. But the other part of me says that she has come into the show too late to be made a romantic interest and Keith hasn't appeared all gushy, blushy or bashful around her, he has helped save her, yes but I really don't know what is going on! Hopefully, someone will ask this to the Voltron creators in some interviews soon. Maybe I have these stupid heteronormative goggles on still and I am just seeing something that isn't there? Please tell me I am not alone here! It just reminds me of the Zuko/Mai pairing from ATLA which I didn't like either because it just appeared out of nowhere, at least from Zuko's side anyway. 

4. ALLURA - I felt she was very, subdued this season, I suppose that is because the Castle of Lions is gone, but I don't know...she just seemed to be quieter in this season. 

5. I need fluff, please! I cannot keep going through all these tense, action-packed episodes without some happy fluff. We got a little bit (and again I know why) but still, my heart can only take so much in one sitting! 

6. Was anyone else concerned about Kulternecker and the mice in the Blue Lion? How did they survive the battles?! 

Okay, that is my rant over with. I am now going to sleep and then try and write some Sheith fluff in the morning...I seriously need it.

[greatphilosopheredz]

Possibilities after Election 2022

If you do really know and understand the basics of business management and economy, you won't just settle for what is less If you're in a shipping/logistics field of business you will understand the basic " flow of money " and I'm sure you'll protest on price freeze of goods.

Why give order to freeze price increase while there's a price hike on oil such as gasoline and diesel. There is still tension between Russia and the world ( countries supporting Ukraine ) that affects the increase in oil prices in the world.

Think, if the Philippines will be able to more produce oil / natural gas aside from the existing malampaya. It could possibly decrease prices on gasoline &/ diesel and services would be cheaper than what it is today.

If you really understand " cause and effect " single mistake can affect many and may cause a possible strikes in all kinds of services e.g. the never ending transport strikes

Giving insurance, if you really do understand how money flow in the blue market " mutual funds/stock market " every single penny is fragile. Blue market is where huge names in business sector trade their assets to help improve other's business/support in other's business expansion. These business people often do investment hacks such as two well known malls in the Philippines started business partnerships to help improve each other's services to public and and so to each other's business expansion.

Business people often do this to help each other's business/es survive from a possible closing due to bankruptcy because that are all encourage to participate in the " PPP " ( Public-Private Partnership )

If " Blue Market " / " Cold Market " is where business giants/tycoons /typhans etc. trade their assets to another's business/es the government insurance body/ies have once labeled as " Red Market " / " Hot Market " where every working citizen must contribute and the outcome is always negative due to corruption activity of ones official.

Build, build, build. FYI. Do you know the " **** project DO NOT delay "slogan/saying of a certain government body? Chinese and Indians who have business/es here in the Philippines believe that " Time is Money " and wasted time is wasted money, every second = penny. This is why only a few Chinese invest in owning a construction firm and Indians if I'm not mistaken no one.

It is believed that if BBM-Sara mistakenly won in the national election, Philippine debts to WB " World Bank " and ADB " Asian Development Bank " would grow to a possible $ 130,000,000,000,000 and Philippines may also awe a quadrillion dollar debt to Japan.

If Manny Pacquiao won the presidential race Philippine debts to WB, ADB, and Japan may possible be paid in a down payment term because He has gained wealth already in his boxing career plus a cash fund/backup fund in his political career.

If mayor Francisco Moreno Domagoso win in the presidential race, Philippines maybe alike to what is Singapore like today, and if senator Panfilo Ping Lacson won the race, he will make the Philippines stronger by engaging in diff'rent activites of our Asian neighbors with US, Australia and even Great Britain whose keeps an eye at the Taiwan strait which is also known as the channel shore line in Batanes

Think wisely about who will you vote for? To whom do you think will get everyone's / anyone's thumbs-up not just those in the " laylayan " / " sampayan " / " sabitan " etc but also those who have business/es here in the Philippines, not just the SME's but including business giants in the Philippines

[dailydghda]

Hey it’s a great idea to make a fav characters poll and I’m sorry to put a negative into that but maybe just to keep in mind for next time? that poll site has a lot of flashing pop ups and is super annoying to navigate. also it’d be more practical to let people pick their own top 10 or even top 5 rather than voting multiple times. I know google docs surveys let you do this and probably there are others too. Anyway just FYI and again sorry to intrude but wanted you to be aware.

Oh we did not realize this inconvenience and will keep it in mind in the next poll! Thank you for bringing this to our attention, and vote on that poll for now!