#Gas Station Shooter (Live)

[thewwshow]

10 Stabbed in Seattle's Chinatown, Viral Video Fight on U Street, Gas Station Shooter (Live)

[grison-in-space]

Watching the new Alex Jones doc, which is heavy on the alt right response to Sandy Hook and the gun rhetoric that followed... so yeah I thought of when I was teaching during #GunFreeUT back in 2015 as a PhD student in Austin. I would have been about 25. When people came to my workplace and the state said that the students had been complaining* about how frightened they were to be away from their firearms for twenty minutes. When the entire campus was newly declared acceptable for open carry of ducking semiautomatic rifles. The undergrad who organized #CocksNotGlocks, who accurately pointed out that state obscenity laws banned sex toys in public to appeal to people's comfort and sensibilities, but would not consider such a thing for deadly weapons. As I recall, she drew massive waves of harassment from random people who were actual alt right adults with jobs and lives, not college students. I think she had to take a gap year.

*in fact the law was extremely unpopular among the UT Austin student body, most of who were horrified by having to confront the possibility of deadly weapons belonging to fuck only knows whom in not only their workplace but their homes.

I remember standing in a room for staff resistance through #GunFreeUT, the smell of the room, the texture of the cotton shirt I wore. The hastily organized attempts to carve out any freedom we could. The horrified stipulations about whether firearms could be kept out of classrooms themselves if not campuses (no), and the fretful whispers about what the state had declared about our offices, how we were going to be able to declare them gun free zones... If we agreed that students with concealed carry licenses could choose to meet with us somewhere where the gun was allowed to go. The group that announced it was going to celebrate its new open carry status by staging a school shooting on campus, the shooter of course to be played by a "good guy with a gun." The university announcing that they had interceded and made clear to the group that this re enactment could not take place, so they kicked the demonstration a couple of blocks away. Happened at a local gas station.

I was still seeing sad flyers from office staff and teachers saying things like PLEASE NO GUNS IN THIS SPACE when I graduated with my PhD in 2020, the first winter the pandemic was in full swing. I remember the texture of the paper the last time I saw it vividly. I catch myself starting to think about the campus school stabbing I would teach through in 2017 and any one of a hundred more rearguard final stands between the city and the state and—

Okay, that's where I got up and walked off to get a soda. You're getting me now after I've had a minute.

That's a classic PTSD flashback, in case you're wondering. At no time do my senses report anything to my mind about anything unusual happening in the room. At no time, while I remember these things, do I believe that I am currently in danger for my life. It's a strong, vivid memory, but only a memory.

But it's a memory that grabs you by the mind and shakes you. That's a flashback. It's a classic simple PTSD flashback as a consequence of fear and stress sustained over time. Other folks around me who think maybe PTSD or maybe cPTSD applies to you, if you're hung up on not thinking you get anything like flashbacks?

That's what a flashback is from the inside. Your brain is running over the memory of the thing that forever changed your estimation of safety. Just in case you might forget.

Just, you know. In case anyone is wondering.

[social---moth]

a love letter to my favorite game

My favorite game is unlike any game I’ve played, comparing it to anything else i’ve played feels unfair, it’s barely a game but it could occupy my top 10 games by itself

It isn’t the most fun, engaging, adrenaline rush ever, ultrakill or titanfall have it comfortably beat in that category

It doesn’t have the most well constructed narrative, signalis has more intrigue and disco elysium is a better character study

but all of those are constructed, you always feel the hand of the author

There are games with better character creators, but they don’t let you actually *play* your characters

in baldurs gate you can change basically anything about your appearance, but at the end of the day the preset dialogue the developers came up with is your only real option for roleplaying

which is understandable, letting a character say *anything* would be basically impossible, there’s no way for an AI to account for every possibility. Though it still feels like half measure, like i’m playing a customized variant of a default character

The trick is to pack 100+ people into a game and let the situation unfold

A simulated space station with simulated air, you need a proper mix of Nitrogen and Oxygen or else you’ll suffocate (or waste oxygen)

your characters body is the most in depth health bar i’ve seen in a game

you have blood, everyone has an appropriate blood type, and getting the wrong type is toxic. If you get shot the bullet can cause internal bleeding, which you need surgery to fix.

The same bullet can hit your bone, breaking it, a broken hand won’t let you hold something, a broken leg will slow you down, a broken skull will be very bad for any important organs that happen to be in it

if you get hurt enough, your body goes into shock

it gets harder to breathe, you gasp for air and collapse onto the ground, struggling to get back up before dying, if you don’t get medical attention you will inevitably die

The Station itself is similar to a body, needing a working engine to pump electricity through the hull, making sure the lights stay on and the doors keep working

Breaches in the hull leak air out, needing an engineer to fix it before the room succumbs to vacuum, if the station computer gets a virus it can pump flammable gas into the same hallways, leading to the most lethal analogue for a fever since plague inc

And every person, the doctor that keeps you from bleeding out, the engineer that keeps the station powered, the security guard that makes sure the law is obeyed

every single one is a real, living human, a person who logs in to the server to play

the stories that this makes is unmatchable, you do something and everyone acts in the unpredictable but sane way that humans do

what happens when a crewmember takes a contract from a rival corporation, or said rival corporation decides that nuking your station would be a good idea

how do people react to a creature straight out of The Thing replacing a crewmate

what happens when a vampire starts abducting people and enthralling them?

what if a Space Wizard attacks?

No round is the same, and I haven’t even talked about half the jobs

There is something to love for anyone

there’s combat with more true to life pacing than dedicated shooters

there’s roleplay with more reactive characters than any constructed narrative

there’s always a way to optimize a system a bit more, always a reason to come back

It is my favorite game, it’s barely a game, it’s a playable movie

I spent my whole life learning lessons from media i watch, because they’re all meant to have a purpose, something to say

but i get really annoyed when someone does something stupid, i wonder what i would have done in their situation, i wouldn’t monologue before killing my victim, i wouldn’t go into the dark hallway with a xenomorph hiding in it

i know i’d find some other way to fuck up, and Space Station 13 gives me the chance to

I see this game in everything, it’s addicting enough that i barely realize i’ve been playing it for 8 hours straight, i have my current *real job* because of this game

and it’s free, short of donating to the people hosting the server, or the people working on the engine itself, you cannot spend money on this game

this game is older than i am, based in an engine that predates Y2K, and nothing released since has captured its magic

Play Space Station 13, you might not like it, it took me 2 tries over 3 years for it to click, but once it did I had hundreds of hours in my first few months of playing

as for where to start? Paradise Station is pretty cool. GoonStation (yes that’s its real name) is way more advanced than any other codebase, at the cost of lag. /TG/ is pretty ubiquitous, at least some code fragments from there are in every server.

Personally, i recommend Para, but each station i mentioned has an appeal to someone

If anyone who reads this gets a bit curious and does any amount of research into the game, I’ll be happy

thank you for your time, and I’ll see you in outer spess

[kemetic-dreams]

Elmore Bolling, he was too successful.

Elmore Bolling, whose brothers called him Buddy, was a kind of one-man economy in Lowndesboro, Ala. He leased a plantation, where he had a general store with a gas station out front and a catering business; he grew cotton, corn and sugar cane. He also owned a small fleet of trucks that ran livestock and made deliveries between Lowndesboro and Montgomery. At his peak, Bolling employed as many as 40 people, all of them African like him.

One December day in 1947, a group of white men showed up along a stretch of Highway 80 just yards from Bolling’s home and store, where he lived with his wife, Bertha Mae, and their seven young children. The men confronted him on a section of road he had helped lay and shot him seven times — six times with a pistol and once with a shotgun blast to the back. His family rushed from the store to find him lying dead in a ditch.

The shooters didn’t even cover their faces; they didn’t need to. Everyone knew who had done it and why. “He was too successful to be a Negro,” someone who knew Bolling told a newspaper at the time. When Bolling was killed, his family estimates he had as much as $40,000 in the bank and more than $5,000 in assets, about $500,000 in today’s dollars. But within months of his murder nearly all of it would be gone. White creditors and people posing as creditors took the money the family got from the sale of their trucks and cattle. They even staked claims on what was left of the family’s savings. The jobs that he provided were gone, too. Almost overnight the Bollings went from prosperity to poverty. Bertha Mae found work at a dry cleaner. The older children dropped out of school to help support the family. Within two years, the Bollings fled Lowndes County, fearing for their lives.

Elmore Bolling and his wife, Bertha Mae Nowden Bolling, in Alabama circa 1945.

[judeiscariot]

sometimes i’m really glad frank is famous because if i saw this dude at a gas station or something i would literally become enchanted my gaze would zero in on him like the auto aim feature in a shooter game i would drop everything i was holding and stop in my tracks and my peripheral vision would fade into darkness except for the spotlight illuminating his fucking angel face. i would stand there like an idiot watching him buy his energy drinks or whatever and then gaze out the window with huge eyes as he walked to his car and drove away and then i would leave without buying anything and live the rest of my life with an ache in my chest for this man who had captivated my every sense but who probably didn’t even notice i was standing there and i don’t know if i could live the rest of my life knowing i would never see him again

[inconsistent-kuroshitsuji-blog]

Hello. If you don't mind, I'd like to ask for headcanons about the kuro characters and their favourite video game genres/series? ^_^

Absolutely.

Kuro characters and their favourite video game genres/series

don't know why, but he looks like he'd enjoy simulator games

if Black Butler would've happened in the modern day (and someone would've taught this grandpa how to use technology) he would probably used these to learn the things he needs to know as a human

cooking simulator (or Cooking Mama), school simulator, anything that could be useful like that

definitely also enjoys slasher games

simply judging by the way he enjoyed that bloodbath on the Campania, he'd looooooove extremely violent games

idk, I don't know too many in that genre, but Dead by Daylight could be one of his faves

but nothing with guns. Those things are beneath him. He wants the real thrill of the kill

oh, please, as if he'd even know what that is

he doesn't even have time for this

imagine the hours wasted on lines of code and digital pixels

do you know that one game where it's basically like a VR job simulator with different kinds of jobs like cook or office or gas station? Instead of humans, the NPCs are robots that insult you at every given opportunity and set you up for failure. Yeah, he'd like that.

also, Powerwash Simulator

ok, stereotypical, but dress up games

especially Style Savvy (ngl, these games are way too good)

other than that, she seems like a casual enjoyer of Animal Crossing

except that she bullies all the ugly neighbours off of her island and hunts for very specific characters (so basically like me)

another obvious choice is Bayonetta

I mean, have you looked at her? Slashing her way through demons and angels while having chainsaws for arms and legs? The cunty outfits?

Let me tell you: Bayonetta and Grell? An iconic match made in heaven

I can't decide

either he's a die-hard Mario Kart player or a huge Sonic enthusiast (the older games, not the newer ones)

he probably doesn't have enough time to really play though, since he's either out working overtime or out partying

he doesn't seem like a shooter person

okay, this is coming out of me because of a huge lack of sleep (it's currently 1 am where I'm living), but why does he look like he would drunkenly play Fortnite or Roblox?

"You got games on your phone?" No, back the fuck up dude. You're an adult.

Why did I just write that? Inco, what's wrong with you?

this is very specific, but that one Coraline game for the Wii and the DS

he's definitely leaning more towards psychological horror games

American McGee's Alice and Alice: Madness Returns. You can't convince me otherwise

he's an unfairly skilled Mario Kart player, to the point that it almost seems like he's cheating (he's 100% cheating, just like when playing Uno)

on the other hand, he's a huuuuge sucker for Kirby games

doesn't matter what type or gimick, he loves it and has perfected it down to the last frame

but you'd never know unless he wanted you to know (and I know it because I am God and run on my last bar of my batterie and because he's officially and undeniably my husband, deal with it. Omfg, this is so fucking cringe, I'm gonna go shoot myself, I'll be right back.)

well, first of all, you need to explain everything to him because he couldn't even read the instructions on the screen (I'm 100% convinced that his eyesight is pure batshit and he's just cheating his way through the manga through some deus-ex-machina type of shit)

newsflash, but he loves horror games

I really see him with games like Resident Evil or Don't Starve Together

also, Undetale

you know, because of morals and choices and consequences and all that (surely not because of a skeleton with dry humour)

maybe it would help to show him a bathing simulator so this crusty man learns how to clean himself

is it too obvious and on the nose to say The Mortuary Assistant?

omg, look at him! My boy! Finally animated! I love him so much! My boy!

ahem, so anyway...

Trombone Champ

he'd play it on his loudest speakers just to annoy the hell out of everyone

also, you know those really cheap horror games you can find on Steam that are really terrible? He lives for those

idk why, but he seems like he'd enjoy Portal

and Assassin's Creed. Especially the first four mainline games

continueing with puzzle games, he really enjoys Professor Layton, no doubt

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That's it for now. It's almost 2 am and I have to help out at a sports event I only registered for to watch some random kids suffer in the heat. But now I have to wake up early for that... Oh, how ironically bitchy life is. And to top it all of I have to work the graveyard shift today. Coffee and energy will be my best friend today.

So, yeah, that's it for now. Or maybe not, maybe I'll pull an all-nighter simply so I can't oversleep. If you're up for a part 2 just slide into my requests and I'll see what I can do.

Until then~

Your Inconsistent Kuroshitsuji Blog~

[crmsnmth]

Thanks For Letting Me Sleep On Your Floor

Awkward words, weird connections A master of conspiracy theories and demonology He had a brain that I could have picked forever And he may have moved a little strange And he spoke in irreverence As if there wasn't a topic left that didn't bore him

Late nights, first person shooters Keep the soundtrack loud and banging A conversation about the definitions of love and what it all means Answers only made by stoned philosophers who can barely remember their own last names

Like a skeleton, such pale skin And even a pair of paler blue Like ice, I want to skate along your irises Hair so blonde it hurt the important parts of the eye I live in ten boxes and he lives unpacked I don't like putting down roots I'm a flight rick to myself.

Walks before sunrise, skateboards and bikes That tiny city was ours for three whole months He pushed the doctrine and I charmed new members I'd had enough practise lying that I'd become a pro of manipuation Our solid attempt at forming a cult Starting relegion over hot dogs from the gas station They gave them to use for free, because they were old shrivled and dry

One bedroom apartment, brown leather couch The days are always winding to an end And we're playing survival games While just talking in depth to what feelings really mean Stoned perfect chit-chat to accompany the rising morning sun

[wingsandarrow]

muse: Daryl Dixon limit: 18+ only please, mutuals and non-mutuals set: TWD-verse, semi-recently settled at the prison open to: other TWD/TLOU/horror muses, multifandom crossovers, ocs, whatever! triggers: death/dead body, guns, self-loathing

Was it weird that Daryl was doing better after the world ended than he ever had before the walkers? There was probably some metaphor in there about death and things that thrived on decay, but he didn't know what it was. Maybe it was the absence of Merle from his life, as guilty as he felt thinking something like that. He owed everything to his asshole older brother, probably wouldn't even be alive right now if it weren't for him, but the sorry truth of it was that he could breathe easier out from under his shadow. He still hoped--in the way people hoped for things that weren't very likely--that he was alive out there somewhere, but he didn't see how he would ever know for sure. Even before the dead started walking, it was too easy for people like them to disappear between the cracks. If Merle didn't want to be found, he wouldn't be, and it was just as true now as it had been before.

The group had tentatively settled in the prison after the farm had been overrun. Fuckin' ironic, was what it was. He'd managed to avoid prison, narrowly at times, all his life. Then the world ended, and guess where he found himself? He wavered back and forth on feeling safe and feeling trapped there, but that was Daryl all over. Safety always felt a little like a trap to him, and things with his friends(?) were new enough that he didn't fully trust any of it. In his experience, people always turned on you. It was just a matter of when. He'd be ready to bolt when that happened, but he didn't kid himself that it wouldn't hurt this time. He liked them; they were good. There were moments he'd started to believe they liked him too, but he wasn't. Good. Trying to be wasn't the same thing.

There was talk of turning some of the surrounding space into farmland, but it was still a long while before it would turn out anything edible, and Daryl was always one of the first to volunteer for scavenging missions. It wasn't just food they needed, since the prison storage had been well-stocked, but medicine and other supplies too. He was a couple days out, everything close by already picked over, and more or less enjoying the quiet. He didn't have to remind himself that he could survive out here alone fairly easily. He'd been doing it since well before the apocalypse and, away from all the eyes and voices, it was more like being able to draw a full breath for the first time in a while. This was his natural habitat, walkers or not.

The neighborhood was small, and as far as he could tell, nothing living had passed through recently. That didn't mean it was empty, and he didn't much want to get shot breaking into houses looking for canned goods and Tylenol. Better to find some sort of gas station or corner store. The sound of a gunshot broke the silence, not near enough to make him duck for cover, but loud enough to get the attention of every walker on the street. More shots narrowed it down to a specific house, the sounds erratically spaced like the shooter had been caught off guard--or didn't know what the hell they were doing. Running toward the noise was nothing short of idiotic, since he'd have to deal with both the shooter and the dead now stumbling in the same direction, but…

But. It was a person on the other end of that gun. He was learning that there were two kinds of people: ones who ran away from trouble to save their own skin, and ones who ran toward it and tried to help. Daryl was trying to be the kind of person who helped. He ran toward the noise. The time for subtlety had passed, so kicking the door in barely slowed him down. One walker dead on the living room floor. His head swiveled toward the stairs at the sound of something moving on the second floor. "Hello?" He was already moving toward them, but better to announce his presence. Whoever it was might have bullets left.

[umlewis]

Sending love to you and your family. 💜 I live in the Northeast (MA) myself and it’s a truly heartwrenching time. 😔 Stay safe.

thank you love, i appreciate it 💜 there's dozens of cop cars and armored vehicles and helicopters and drones outside of his house in bowdoin right now but it's so confusing bc a swat team mounted up with tear gas shoulder launchers and long guns and moved up the driveway, but then a procession of vehicles including atf officers left i just want it to be over. grocery stores and gas stations are closed, schools are closed, there's a county-wide lockdown for androscoggin (where lewiston is) and sagadahoc (where bowdoin is), and this is a mass shooter with a recent history of mental illness who's hearing voices so he's unpredictable and i am scared beyond reason that he'll commit another shooting before he's caught

[keifyseadragon]

Thoughts, part 3.

Back in 2017 I attempted suicide by cop, and was given a second change to clean up my life. So, I transitioned (male to female), quit drinking, and tried to walk the right path. Yet, another night goes by where I'm self harming with nobody to trust. I reported a mass shooter in 2021 who had expressed a desire to target a police station or federal building. The guy has a tattoo of a police officer being murdered on his arm, he owns multiple firearms (7.62 AR, 12 ga shotgun, .45 handgun, body armor, ...). He was never arrested, and I have to live in constant fear I'll see him one day on the news. Sadly, because I'm prone to self harm, some try to flip the report back on me or argue that I'm somehow "mentally ill" and call it fake. It's real. Very real. I've got so much hate for not hating the police. Almost every time I've said good things about LEOs I get swarmed with hate. Yet, even though I hurt myself when that happens, some choose to try to flip what I said about Sammie (mass shooter) back on me. Hell, people got angry at me for thanking law enforcement for help during dark times. Since 2022 some on Reddit have accused me of being paid by the CIA to post online, which, I've explained a few times to be untrue. I'm not paid by the CIA, and had a disclaimer in my bio that I was not affiliated with the U.S. government. Still, some use things from back in 2017 when people were gaslighting me into thinking I somehow worked at the government on a drug binge to argue that I'm somehow crazy now? What the fuck? The first time I fell for it, this time? No, too wise for that now.

In 2020 at the sandwich shop I mentioned in an earlier post, 3 coworkers messed with a police officer's food. I didn't laugh, I didn't take part. I even apologized to the officer for their behavior knowing he shouldn't have had to deal with it. Yet, if I mention it people only get angry at me calling me a liar, calling me crazy, the usual. I guess I just wonder why I cleaned up my life for nothing. In September of 2022 I reported someone giving out my SnapChat information to people I didn't know having them solicit me for sex against my will. The police didn't even investigate. That was the day a rape/sex trafficking case I was the victim in was presented to the DA's office. If investigated, could it have changed things? Who knows. I'm happy I transitioned, but find myself wondering why I got sober and chose a new path. All I've got is hate for it. I don't have many friends, and often get grouped up on by people talking shit. I'm on my own. I kept a pinky promise only to wind up widely hated, without support, and feeling forced to commit suicide from life stressors and online hate.

If I'd not reported Sammie I'd have forever felt guilt. On the flip side, for reporting him, I lost friends, support, and more. It just feels pointless. Whatever, another night of self harm. Nobody cares. People laughed when I got raped, they laughed when I faced workplace transphobia, people laugh because I live in fear for my life. There's no hope. Just darkness. Since I risked my life to report that mass shooter and only got hate, another night of self harm since apparently I never deserved love or support.

[fkyumerica]

david shot his dad in elementry school, took his car, and 8 girl wives

i said no

he thinks everyone he sees is his wife

https://www.facebook.com/friends/suggestions/?profile_id=100000345692854 this might be ghostmanes face falling down

surgery

how many other boys did

they injected me with 8 kilos of crystal meth

lindita and her family would go out and live as barns

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thats them

they shoved everyone out of their house at other people

and kept doing that

go fuck each other

alabama

him and chad callahan

and other gay boys

brett

timmy devin

greg

craig

cody

jeffery

small?

not man gross?

gay

her too?

gay

i eat and shower all the time

says she is erin branka

honey booboo their kid, and alexis the older one he went with

he is chipper

david

they rent out those apartments behind the hannibal lecter prison cell

wendys

the gas vents open up there

into those rooms

to fuck in

wooo eyes

they all do it

the it crowd

you havent had a look

slang

whose hot

you

he went with paris hilton

brett's dad

laura

lindita was honey boo boo

brett and paris hilton's child, mate her away from me

maid marium

they made her a orangutang

as a infant

free food

alexis was fucking him in front of church

holy communion day

I did not want to have a celebration after

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JFSpTJ9cCzM they wear other fake face pieces just to lie

he is divine

mental retardation

no i am your child you cant tell me anything

to anyone

they say it and do it

now i sit here till we fight

and i get others to have sex with you too

for freesome

anything today

woo touch anyone

brett wanted to steal the gayest ones to make others suffer

caligula/tom/brett after fucking paris hilton/britnee he was brad

so did his gay two timing dad

jim

jo fake law cops

lori fake stores

and fake banks

then back to jo go in it

follow each other

i fuck you both in the woods

deliverence

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7umYXThzhg8 every breathe you take i breathe out alcohol and you cum with me

they all will and you dont believe it

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=08l16I3Ab3c here is his retarded black family pushing buttons everywhere cant figure anything out

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pvRQz16DaiE i was going to go to allen park high school with them

david brass knuckle hit me twice in the back of my head

trying to get into my house

hid like leon

broke in and raped me

kissing the back of my head

standing up

num nuts

he even had a gun at him on stage so i couldn't get together with twiggy

old black men hid as kids to live next door to me

about 15 in a line to rape me every night

they do it they saw it

me unconscious

and chris pig kisses them thank you

they all would willingly fuck each other

i wouldent

it was pig group mate a couple years

then the ones who didnt

go at all of them and attack with kids since

cant call us together to calm us down

he took a razor blade to my shirt to cut it off at their concert

david did

then anne marie came over with a knife at me

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1b04q67zDig this could be her and she keeps inviting korn guys over

to ruin your shit

shooters need to be stationed at their designated areas

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_wU3KWXx21s kenan and kel at beginning

is them

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3-uxyptLEhc they get taught by male transvesdite strippers

taking off their cock is the transvesdite

hopping and living in and out of anyones backyard

that masked african dancer, they made a battle to fk him after

i know how to pamper her

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EZmYffwjXMI my sweet 16 was a pop up tent hahaha

I didnt like that shit

they leave the transvesdites at anyone

the guy her husband doesnt look like to make her hotter

their sons, gay white sailor men do this

jlos?

billionare club

sofia bogard she left she he goes here to this one if she looked like him more

mother

and kids to me hi im tom

move in and hey youre my gays

https://www.facebook.com/photo/?fbid=122114112146104812&set=gm.1576440763186957&idorvanity=920777885419918 no. you want to watch sports with us.

https://www.facebook.com/photo/?fbid=339172432147405&set=a.121466250584692 she was 28 and steve irwin's daughter on right, she robbed them and a bunch of other houses of their money

each house had stacks of 100s

that girl let her do it she got high, left

then right, thomas edison's family, kept building their same house over and over again

to the right, left, out

and she thought she ran every store

kimberly/courtney love/nancy/speugen/anne marie is her

and stephanie, left, turned into lori

https://www.facebook.com/photo/?fbid=10160199791947198&set=gm.6667663779998443&idorvanity=1624257187672486 this was both their moms the whole time and she robbed everyone

and she made fun of me at homecoming looked like i had to shit

https://www.facebook.com/photo/?fbid=7176505942399042&set=gm.1280407412656770&idorvanity=1107035629993950 they are this family, and the tv show families

no ceiling new home

why do i do it for the experience i dont know if id like it or not

so i try it ehh

it was go to college

party

slept with like 30 girls already right up to them hi

they will remember me forever

date all of them

some pregnant whoa wtf stay with me

for a girl, party, date all the guys, one proposes whoa what will it be? come home with me and they get married as a joke if their parents force them to

then they attack their parents

and she robs that guy

gave her a ring

old women say about it hey get a ring

it always meant that

and get pregnant at 12 or 7 you can be fat

i did at 14

we look old now wtf wee

there needs to be a dna database, of age, who is genetically related

and blood type, which weather area they live in and are from

and are designated to

and where they went and are and did

i guess i have to run it D:

elizabeth bell was dj on full house

jo was tilly the neighbor

daria was dj

https://www.facebook.com/photo/?fbid=6758861787525659&set=gm.6807059089412827&idorvanity=902050169913778 national lampoon, jo's parents, the ones in the show

everyones parents get the discount

the friend with black hair is jo

the sister they said was me or another retarded girl

and the guy is her dad when she can date him

or david bowie

ryan?

retarded and wasted so you feel safe

stop and stand in there trent

he is ryan too

jo/sarah shephered/sarah smith with a skin penis

https://www.facebook.com/photo/?fbid=379535231305933&set=a.182938574298934 jo

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what it was growing up

I had to compete with this thing at 5

so it would go

there were different groups of women

to how men would date them

and they bring them together

and attack everything

https://www.facebook.com/photo/?fbid=665795712367460&set=a.410519197895114 did elizabeth bell cheat

if she lost weight i knew she whored, and i would only think it was from that nothing else

and her with those people at a high school it is it right there her whoreing

she might of gave birth to three at once at age seven

wayne and anne marie had a kid it was her elizabeth bell/lori if she gets tased the guy on the right will date her in that show what we do in the shadows

rudy is wayne

ruined the south

edison

tom has a gun

Based on a true story, Hillary Duff plays Sharon Tate in the story of Charles Manson and his gang’s despicable murders. https://bit.ly/46DJQSe

pfffft

shes dead already

angela might be their original mother

of mary sue and anne marie

and lori and david

her dad shot her the cleaner is him, didnt want her alive anymore

goes in those apartments behind wendys

i dunno she looked like her (didnt have a look guy is him)

she said she is jo's mom too

then her parents, sean and penny

then their parents, tom and britnee

tom is edison

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QlAg13gLuB8 tom and britnee

they piss on themselves and that is how they talk

ooh ooh ooh

and smell like old people

celine and james

then oral sex then they talk to their family

and cecilia the granddaughter

backpack of money

hands it out to all her family to have the same eyes

marie antoinette was that stephanie from full house

same as the movie

two older women mated with alden, had their kids go in a toy store unattended, and ran out of the store with the toy for their mom to come in

ashley and hailey gibson, were black, natalie and michelle, and in destinys child

with their moms

the two smoking sisters in simpsons

18:20 him talking to them too

and joooooooooo the daughter with her mouth had to teach her how to be sexy

for kids

19:00 mary kate olsen

is her

and woo what a roller coaster ride

abandon it all

getting hit once was it

they can tell what these kids look like to kill these women, they leave it with a man

dark hair, they have it on them walking around

white guys will shower and leave it

dark hair men do not

and white old men will leave it in a house

goes for the ride wooo then a stop and drop off

princess dress

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Monday, October 30, 2023

Biden meets top Chinese diplomat as rivals seek to manage tensions (Washington Post) Chinese Foreign Minister Wang Yi capped two days in Washington on Friday with an hour-long visit with President Biden at the White House, part of an ongoing effort to thaw relations between the two superpowers after a year of anger and distrust from both sides. In meetings, U.S. policymakers ticked down the list of frustrations the Biden administration has with Beijing, ranging from China’s role in the global fentanyl trade to its claims over the South China Sea. But they also appealed to the top Chinese diplomat to use his country’s influence over Russian behavior in Ukraine and now its potential sway over Iran in the Israel-Gaza conflict. The two sides emerged without having made breakthroughs, U.S. officials said, and the glimpses of interactions that they made public appeared frosty. But Wang’s visit was itself a positive marker for a relationship that U.S. officials say they have to manage carefully to address irritants between the two nations.

After Mass Shooting, Residents Emerge With Grit (NYT) The residents of Lewiston emerged from two long days of lockdown on Saturday into a city forever changed. Stores reopened. Sidewalks came to life. And the families of 18 people killed by a mass shooter here on Wednesday night tried to move on in a haze of grief, in a place that prides itself on its resilience. Lewiston, Maine—a city of 36,000 that feels more like a small town—is frequently described by outsiders with well-worn, vaguely disparaging adjectives. Gritty. Scrappy. Blue-collar. Down-on-its-luck. Some bristle at terms they consider put-downs of their home. But other locals, including Kristen Cloutier, a state representative who has served as Lewiston’s mayor and city councilor, embrace the idea of Lewiston and its sister city Auburn as stubborn survivors. “Scrappy and gritty are central to this place,” said Ms. Cloutier, who grew up there. “People say that Lewiston is tough as nails, and that is true.”

San Diego ranks as most expensive US city with LA and Santa Barbara in the top five (USA Today) A new report may show a new reason why California is called the Golden State. San Diego was ranked the most expensive city in the nation to live in by U.S. News and World Report’s 2023-2024 list followed by Los Angeles. The city landed that title through multiple metrics including its inflation rate and the cost of gas. The report also considered living costs from annual housing costs, median gross rent and high fees associated with homeownership. Los Angeles was ranked the second most expensive city, followed by Honolulu and Miami. California actually made up seven of the top ten spots in the report and around half of the top 25. New York City, the most populated U.S. town, earned the 11th spot.

More help arrives in Acapulco, and hurricane’s death toll rises to 39 as searchers comb debris (AP) More resources are arriving on Mexico’s battered Pacific coast, and the death toll from Hurricane Otis is growing as searchers recover more bodies from Acapulco’s harbor and under fallen trees and other storm debris. Few expect the latest mark of 39 dead to be where it stops. Hundreds of families are still awaiting word from loved ones. In Acapulco, government workers and volunteers cleared streets, gas station lines wrapped around the block for what fuel was to be had, and some lucky families found food essentials as a more organized relief operation took shape four days after the storm hit. Military personnel and volunteers worked along Acapulco’s main tourist strip. They sliced through fallen palm trees and metal signs. Cellphone signals were partially recovered near some of the most luxurious hotels, and authorities placed a charging station for people to charge their phones.

Moscow will confiscate EU assets if Brussels ‘steals’ frozen Russian funds—Putin ally (Reuters) Russia will confiscate assets belonging to European Union states it deems unfriendly if the bloc “steals” frozen Russian funds in a drive to fund Ukraine, a top ally of President Vladimir Putin said on Sunday. Ursula von der Leyen, the president of the European Commission, said on Friday that the EU executive was working on a proposal to pool some of the profits derived from frozen Russian state assets to help Ukraine and its post-war reconstruction. Vyacheslav Volodin, the chairman of the State Duma, the Russian lower house of parliament, said Moscow would retaliate in a way that would be more costly to the bloc if the EU moved against Russian assets, many of which are held in Belgium.

Lebanon’s Hezbollah weighs dueling appeals: ease attacks or escalate (Washington Post) The first signs that Gaza’s war could spill deeper into Lebanon arrived quietly in the capital, Beirut. A week after the Hamas militants staged their deadly blitz inside Israel, a banner cropped up in a central Beirut: “Nothing thwarts oppression except for blood.” The message was from an armed faction allied with Hezbollah, the Iranian-backed militia that also wields significant political power in Lebanon. Even before the banner went up, shelling was being exchanged daily between Israel and armed groups in Lebanon. So far, the cross-border fire is confined to the border region. Yet in Beirut and other parts of Lebanon, there are fears that events could drag Lebanon into a wider conflict. Over the past four years, Lebanon has lurched from one crisis to the next. An economic free fall has eviscerated livelihoods and sent inflation to 350 percent on food prices early this year. Sectarian and political feuds have left Lebanon virtually rudderless with a lack of reliable state institutions and services. Hezbollah and its allies have control of parliament. After a 2006 war between Israel and Hezbollah, the warnings from Israel have been stark: the next war could be even more devastating on Lebanon.

About 30 children were taken hostage by Hamas militants. Their families wait in agony (AP) Abigail Edan is just 3 years old, yet when Hamas militants stormed her kibbutz, Kfar Azza, on Oct. 7 and killed her parents, she knew enough to run to a neighbor’s for shelter. The Brodutch family—mother Hagar and her three children—took Abigail in as the rampage raged. Then all five disappeared, later confirmed by the government to be captives of Hamas, both families said, some of more than 200 people dragged to Gaza on Israel’s bloodiest day. The waking nightmare has plunged the families of the captives into a foggy limbo distinct from grieving, even as tight-knit Israel mourns the more than 1,400 people killed by militants. The families of an estimated 30 children taken hostage from Israel describe a more exquisite agony. “She’s a baby, just 3 years old, and she’s all alone,” said Abigail’s aunt, Tal Edan, in a telephone interview, her voice quivering. “Maybe she was with a neighbor, but I don’t know if they’re still together. She has no one.”

‘You Think of Dying at Any Time’ (NYT) Nayrouz Qarmout, a Palestinian author who lives in the Gaza Strip, recalled that during past wars with Israel, Gazans would feel extreme pangs of fear when they heard explosions, but afterward hope would return. Hope of cease-fires, and of life going on. But this war is different. Gaza residents say the bombs come mostly without warning and hit indiscriminately, leading to widespread hopelessness and the feeling that imminent death is inevitable. “You can’t imagine the feeling,” she said. “You are not safe. All places are targets, so you think of dying at any time.” Israeli airstrikes have pounded the enclave for three weeks in response to the Oct. 7 attack on Israel by Hamas. The Israeli military has since launched more than 7,000 airstrikes on the densely packed coastal strip, which is home to more than two million Palestinians. More than 7,700 people have been killed by the strikes, according to the Gaza health ministry, among them at least 3,195 children.

Israel strikes near Gaza’s largest hospital after accusing Hamas of using it as a base (AP) Israeli warplanes carried out airstrikes early Sunday near Gaza’s largest hospital, which is packed with patients and tens of thousands of Palestinians seeking shelter, residents said. Israel has said Gaza’s militant Hamas rulers have a command post under the hospital, without providing much evidence. In a sign of growing chaos in Gaza, the U.N. agency for Palestinian refugees said thousands of people broke into its Gaza aid warehouses to take food and other “basic survival items” like hygiene products. Thomas White, the agency’s director in Gaza, said the break-in was “a worrying sign that civil order is starting to break down.” The agency, known as UNRWA, provides basic services to hundreds of thousands of people in Gaza. Its schools across the territory have been transformed into packed shelters housing Palestinians displaced by the conflict.

The World Is Becoming More African (NY) Astonishing change is underway in Africa, where the population is projected to nearly double to 2.5 billion over the next quarter-century—an era that will not only transform many African countries, experts say, but also radically reshape their relationship with the rest of the world. Birthrates are tumbling in richer nations, creating anxiety about how to care for, and pay for, their aging societies. But Africa’s baby boom continues apace, fueling the youngest, fastest growing population on earth. In 1950, Africans made up 8 percent of the world’s people. A century later, they will account for one-quarter of humanity, and at least one-third of all young people aged 15 to 24, according to United Nations forecasts. The median age on the African continent is 19. In India, the world’s most populous country, it is 28. In China and the United States, it is 38. More than a third of the world’s young people will live in Africa by 2050. The implications of this “youthquake,” as some call it, are immense yet uncertain, and likely to vary greatly across Africa, a continent of myriad cultures and some 54 countries that covers an area larger than China, Europe, India and the United States combined.

Under Antarctic ice lies a hidden landscape (The Week) Below the Antarctic ice lies an “unmodified” landscape that has been preserved “despite [millennia] of ice cover,” according to a new study published in the journal Nature Communications. The East Antarctic Ice Sheet (EAIS) covers 12,000 square miles, and frozen under the surface is a “landscape of hills and valleys carved by ancient rivers,” AFP reported. “It is an undiscovered landscape—no one’s laid eyes on it,” said Stewart Jamieson, a glaciologist at Durham University and the lead author of the study. Scientists discovered the area by using a technique called radio-echo sounding, which is when a plane flies overhead and sends radio waves into the ice to analyze the echoes. Experts posit that before it was frozen in ice, the land had a “climate similar to modern-day southern South America,” with evidence of palm trees and other tropical vegetation, ABC News reported.

Pope’s meeting on church future says it’s ‘urgent’ to guarantee governance roles for women (AP) Pope Francis’ big gathering of Catholic bishops and laypeople said Saturday it was “urgent” to guarantee fuller participation of women in church governance positions and called for research on allowing women to be deacons to be released within a year. But the meeting didn’t take decisive action on that issue. After a month of closed-door debate, Francis’ meeting on the future of the Catholic Church ended late Saturday with the approval of a 42-page text on a host of issues that will now be considered at a second session next year. None of the proposals is binding, and they are merely offered for Francis to consider. Each paragraph passed with the necessary two-thirds majority, but the ones involving women and questioning the need for priestly celibacy obtained the most “no” votes. Conservatives emphasized the need to stay true to the 2,000-year tradition of the church and warned that opening debate on such issues was a “Pandora’s Box” that risked schism.

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Gee I sure do love living directly next door to a largish state college/university's campus where I regularly hear mysterious and concerning alarms going off at random at various times of the day and night. Is there a flood somewhere? a gas leak of some sort? a fire? an active shooter? a fire drill? I don't know! Sometimes it's coming from the building directly behind my apartment, sometimes it's coming from one of the ones to the left of my apartment, sometimes it's coming from all of them at once!

Sure do hope this one's not anything to worry about. and that it's one of those ones that stop shortly instead of the ones that go on for hours. I heard a fire truck siren a little while ago, but I do live right near a fire station as well, so it might not be connected to anything.

Oh, just as I was about to press post it stopped. That's nice. Just another mysterious event I'll never get an answer for. I wonder if there's a lab on the campus that has bad lab safety or something...

[heckyeahponyscans]

Hey folks, I live in Seattle and up till a couple years ago I lived on Capitol Hill. I still have friends living there.  So I thought I’d provide some local insight into the CHAZ (Capitol Hill Autonomous Zone).

There is a lot of misinformation out there, especially from Fox News, which photoshopped a gunman into pics, wow.

First, the best resources to find CHAZ info are local to Seattle: The Seattle Times, Capitol Hill Blog, and the CHAZ livestream where you can see the streets for yourself.

Capitol Hill is a very densely populated neighborhood full of apartment buildings and bustling restaurants and bars. If you work there, you live there (because it is hard to navigate by car, like NYC), and if you live there, you are probably super liberal. It’s also the center of counter-culture and LGBTQ culture in Seattle.

Are the protesters terrorizing the locals?

No, the protesters ARE the locals. They live in the many, many apartment buildings on Capitol Hill.  Having lived there for years, believe me when I say “fuck the police” is a prevalent opinion there even when there isn’t a nationwide protest.

Is there looting?  How are businesses protecting themselves?

The businesses are not being looted; they are open and are doing a booming business. The supply chain hasn’t been broken so they aren’t running out of goods. Also, a lot of workers / business owners ARE protesters.

I saw a picture of Seattle on fire!

Actually you saw a picture of a protest in Minnesota that Fox News pretended was Seattle because they are frauds and shills.

How big is the Autonomous Zone?

Six square blocks.

How did this situation come about?

There was a peaceful march.  The mayor abruptly set a 5 pm curfew.  The protesters ignored it and marched anyway.  Then the police set up barricades to stop the march.  The cops started using tear-gas and flash-bangs and the situation devolved from there. (You can find videos of this on Capitol Hill Blog.)  What prompted the tear-gas was . . . one of the protesters thrust a pink umbrella over the barrier.  Yes, really.

The situation deteriorated for several days/nights running until the police abandoned the East Precinct on Capitol Hill. The violence was very one-sided: the police attacking the protesters.

Then the police left.  From what I heard the mayor ordered them out due to rumors or fears that the police station would be burned down? Which didn’t happen.  Anyway, they abruptly left.  As in, hired a literal moving truck and emptied out their headquarters, in almost a comedic beat.

Do you have to show your ID to enter the Autonomous Zone?

No.  People come and go freely.

What’s with the physical barriers then?

They’re to keep vehicles out. 

Backstory:  While the protests were ongoing, a guy (whose brother was an East Precinct cop) tried to ram his car into a crowd of protesters.  A brave man eating a hot dog threw himself at the side of the car, grabbed the steering wheel through the open window, and stopped him. Whereupon cop-brother-car-man shot him with a gun.

Personally I think cop-brother-car-man was planning a mass shooting because he had extra ammo taped to his hoodie sleeve. You can see the blue tape on his arm in the pic above. (The man who was shot thankfully survived.  Check out those brave medics tending him while an ACTIVE SHOOTER is standing feet away!)

But anyway, that’s why there are barriers. I believe they move them aside for approved vehicles, like emergency vehicles or deliveries.

Are there people with guns roaming around?

Not on a regular basis, although I’ve heard a local gun club had some members there one night when it was rumored the Proud Boys (a Nazi group) might show up.  (They didn’t.)  But in general, no.

Is it scary??

No.  The neighborhood is fully on board and overall there is a festive atmosphere.  There are speeches about BLM, about discrimination, about what people want for the neighborhood.  There are first aid stations, medics and counselors, and people offering free pizza.  If you watch the livestreams, you can see people walking their dogs, out with their kids, etc.

Where will this all end?

I don’t know.  The barriers can’t stay up forever and I think everyone knows that.  The “Autonomous Zone” name is tongue-in-cheek, the protesters aren’t actually trying to secede from the United States.  The point of all this is to force the city to listen to the people in the neighborhood, to enact change.  This is a boiling over of frustration.  The police have never been good-faith neighbors on Capitol Hill.  And Seattle police have always been pretty racist and had a problem with excessive force.

Look at this whole situation.  All the police had to do was stand back and let the protesters march; they would have marched and gone home and that would be that.  All the police had to do was nothing.  Instead they turned a neighborhood into a warzone.

By the way, did you know that yesterday (6/12) in a different Seattle neighborhood 60,000 people marched to support BLM?  And because the city had learned its lesson about dumbass curfews, they let everyone march and nothing bad happened.

Weird how the national news didn’t report on that march, huh?  Almost like they cherrypick the protests that will appear “scary” to their audience.

[thedarkdescentofficial]

Aztec High School Shooting

William Edward Atchison Date of birth: 18 March 1996 Age at incident: 21 Race or ethnicity: Caucasian Sex: Male Population: Secondary School Survived attack? No Attack type: Random Number killed: 2 Number wounded: 0 Total victims: 2 On December 7, 2017, gunfire erupted at Aztec High School in Aztec, New Mexico, United States. The shooter, 21-year-old William Atchison, a former student at the school, killed two students in a hallway, then went inside a classroom where students had barricaded themselves in a small office area and fired several rounds before continuing on down the hall where he finally committed suicide as police approached his location.

William Edward Atchison lived in Aztec, New Mexico with his father, Wayne Atchison, and was a former student at Aztec High School.

He dropped out of high school before graduation and worked at a local gas station.

When Atchison entered Aztec High School on December 7, 2017, at approximately 8:00 a.m., he was "Disguised as a student" and carrying a backpack with a 9mm Glock 19 Gen4 semi-automatic pistol inside.

Atchison had no criminal record; however, he was investigated by the FBI in March 2016 due to posts he had made online indicating that he was interested in purchasing weapons to carry out a mass shooting.

Atchison's online activity included posting on pro-Hitler forums and websites, under such usernames as "Future Mass Shooter" and "Adam Lanza," and joking about school shootings, in particular the Columbine High School massacre.

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Highways and Heart Eyes

A/N: hi it’s been a while...(?) unrelated but the brie larson thing that’s going around is stuck in my head because it’s like 60% of my fyp on tiktok rn. this is inspired/based on a story my mom told me last week lmao

A/N #2 (edit): so i’m an idiot and i forgot to give it a title but if anyone noticed that before i edited it, no you didn’t.

Pairing(s): Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Warning(s): none? my really bad attempts at writing flirting?

Steve can say with one-hundred percent certainty that I-95 is simultaneously one of the greatest and worst things built in his time in the ice. The potholes are concerning enough, add to it the barely-bright-enough street lights and the exhausted, largely untrustworthy drivers racing their way home at almost midnight?

He almost prefers fighting Nazis or the Chitauri.

The drive itself has been boring thus far, but he thinks it might be taking a weird turn when he finds a car sitting on the side of the highway, its driver leaning against the hood flailing their unoccupied arm around while the other holds something up to the side of their face.

Steve puts his blinker on, pulling his Stark-issued (as Tony loves to call it) car up to the parked vehicle.

“Everything alright?” he asks, wincing when the person flinches at his voice. “Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you.”

“I’m fine, just waiting for a friend,” the person answers automatically. They slide their phone into their pocket with a sigh, finally turning to Steve. “Oh my god, you’re Captain America.”

“Please, Steve is fine,” he answers with a soft laugh, trailing off in a silent question.

“Y/N,” they offer in return, their hands fidgeting.

“Nice to meet you, Y/N. Are you sure there’s nothing I can do to help?” he asks one more time; something tells him their earlier remark was a way to ward off creeps, not an actual response to his question.

Y/N looks at the passing traffic for a moment, their eyes squinting in contemplation. “Yeah, actually,” they say through a sigh. “My car’s out of gas and my phone just died…”

“Ah, I see. Let me call a friend of mine and we’ll have you back on the road in no time,” he offers with a smile, already slipping his phone out of his own pocket.

“Thanks, Captain,” they say with a mischievous smile as Steve laughs again.

“Steve,” he jokingly reprimands as he dials the first name he sees on speed dial. “Hey, Nat, I need a favor…”

•••

Steven Grant Rogers is an idiot. A brilliant soldier, a great man, an amazing friend, a fantastic leader (usually), but he is still an idiot out of work and off the field.

He called Natasha at eleven-forty-three at night to ask her to drive all the way to the outskirts of Cecil County, Maryland from New York City, just so she could sit with a complete stranger while he drives to the nearest gas station (it’s forty minutes away, because of course there’s major traffic tonight). If she’d known he just needed to refill someone’s tank, she would’ve stopped and gotten it on the way over.

Though, the person in not-so-perilous peril is pretty cute.

“I’m so sorry,” you ramble for the millionth time. Natasha just smiles and waves you off.

“It’s fine, I promise.” She means it, just as much as the first time she said it. It’s the thirty-seventh, not that she’s counting.

“Yeah, but, you’re an Avenger and like- you probably need as much sleep as you can get and now you’re wasting your night basically babysitting me and-”

“Hey, hey, breathe. I promise this isn’t a waste of my time. It’s not every day I get to spend time with a beautiful person,” Natasha interrupts. Honestly, how you manage to say so much in so little time is baffling.

You look down, and she can just barely make out the small smile on your face. You don’t say anything after that, and Natasha finds your suddenly-flustered state adorable.

“So,” she says. Why not start a conversation? Best way to figure out if you’re secretly a threat or not, it is her job after all. Not because in the fifteen minutes she’s known you, you’ve given her a sense of peace she’s never experienced before, she tells herself. “What were you doing out so late?”

“Oh, I was visiting a friend for the weekend, I’m on my way back to New York now,” you answer. It’s interesting how easily you’ve let your guard down around her.

Natasha hums, nodding her head as you continue to ramble about your trip. She finds herself smiling the more you talk, and eventually she asks you how you and your friend met.

“We met at NYU, she was my girlfriend’s roommate our first two years. Then we broke up and she became my roommate.”

Natasha’s eyebrow raises at the first ‘girlfriend,’ but she frowns when your smile falters. “I’m sorry.”

“Oh, no, it’s fine. It was what, four years ago?” you answer, your smile already back. “I think she’s on the west coast now, probably living out her dream as some old, rich, white guy’s newest plaything.”

Natasha can’t help but laugh, you sound so optimistic and innocent and yet the insult is anything but.

“And what about you? Living out your dream in the Big Apple?” Natasha asks.

You sigh almost dreamily, “Yeah, I work at a boxing club for kids in Queens. We teach them self-defense and give them a place to stay if they need it. Spider-Man actually stopped by a few weeks ago, said he was ‘in the neighborhood.’”

“That’s amazing,” Natasha says honestly.

“It was, he let some of the older kids try out his web shooters.” The redhead holds back a laugh at your obliviousness.

“I meant your job,” she corrects gently.

“Oh,” you laugh. “Yeah, I’m just trying to do my part to help people,” you reply softly. “I didn’t have a lot growing up, and my parents were never really around. I don’t want what happened to me to happen to them, too.”

“You are… something else, Y/N…” she trails off, hoping you catch on.

“Y/L/N,” you supply.

“It’s nice to meet you, Y/N Y/L/N.”

“You too, Natasha Romanoff.” The two of you laugh as Steve’s car finally approaches.

•••

Three days go by and you can’t get your conversation with the Black Widow out of your head. Looking back, you realize she was definitely flirting with you, and you were just too exhausted and oblivious to notice. It’s embarrassing to say the least, but you doubt she even remembers. It was probably just her way of filling the silence.

You internally sigh, refocusing on your surroundings.

“Jab,” you instruct, holding your target pads-clad hands up. Henry, one of the newer kids at the gym, throws his left arm forward, his feet sliding as his glove makes contact with yours. “Stand your ground, plant both feet down firmly.”

The kid corrects his stance, smiling when you nod your head in approval.

“Jab, again.” He hits the target, and you smile again when he doesn’t slip. “Nice job, buddy. Take five. And get some water!” you yell after him as he runs to the bench.

You take your gloves off as the front door’s bells chime, turning to greet the guest. “Hey, welcome, I’ll be right… with you…” you trail off as you make eye contact with a certain redhead.

“You wouldn’t happen to know a Y/N Y/L/N, would you?” she asks playfully. She leans on the front counter as you jog your way over.

“Maybe, anything they might be able to help you with?”

Natasha watches as a kid walks up to you, asking for help with her boxing wraps. “Well,” she watches the way you simultaneously help the little girl and watch Natasha with ease. “I was told there’s this awesome place that helps kids learn how to fight, and I thought I’d stop by and show ‘em how an Avenger does it. Plus, I heard Spider-Man was here once, and I think having the Black Widow come by would be a much cooler story to tell.”

You laugh, ruffling the kid’s hair before whispering to her that she’s good before turning back to the Avenger. “I- Thank you,” you say softly. “You didn’t have to do tha-”

“No, but I wanted to. Plus, I was wondering if you wanted to get coffee after your shift?” she says as you lead her towards a locker in the back.

“You can put your stuff in here, they’re employee lockers, so no one’ll mess with them,” you tell her when she glances around the room. “And yeah, I’d like that.”

Natasha beams, and it’s immediately ingrained into your mind forever. Maybe getting stuck on a busy highway wasn’t too bad after all.