#Gun: i volenteer

[akirayuri]

I like to believe Eli is good at makeup and just, styling in general. Otherwise they have no reason to keep him in the salon with THOSE scissor skills just for his face. I refuse to believe it.

So yes. Eli Jang is a good stylist just, just don't give him a blade or let alone him get near your hair. Alright?

[notreyev]

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[agentsix606]

Happy Remembrance Day everyone!

Here are a few Remembrance Day poems to enjoy:

Bonne Jour du Souvenir tout le monde!

Voici quelque Jour du Souvenir poèmes pour aimer:

In Flanders Field by John McRae

In Flanders fields the poppies blow

Between the crosses, row on row,

That mark our place; and in the sky

The larks, still bravely singing, fly

Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago

We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,

Loved and were loved, and now we lie,

In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:

To you from failing hands we throw

The torch; be yours to hold it high.

If ye break faith with us who die

We shall not sleep, though poppies grow

In Flanders fields.

Dans les Champs de Flandre

Dans les champs de Flandre, le coquelicots fleurissent

Entre les croix qui, ligne par ligne,

Marquent notre place ; et dans le ciel

Les alouettes, chantant encore courageusement, volent

A peine audible au milieu des fusils plus bas. 

Nous sommes Les Morts. Il y a quelques jours encore

Nous vivions, sentions l'aube, avons vu le coucher de soleil

Nous aimions et étions aimés, et maintenant nous reposons

Dans les champs de Flandre. 

Nous reprenons notre querelle avec l'ennemi :

A vous, de nos mains tremblantes, nous jetons

La torche ; à vous de la hisser vers le haut.

Si vous nous abandonnez, nous qui mourons

Nous ne trouverons pas la paix, bien que les coquelicots fleurissent

Dans les champs de Flandre.

I Thank My Lonely Soldier by Agentminnesota187

Lonely soldiers in the wild,

Fought for peace so we could smile.

Family lost in the heat of battle,

Lonely soldiers fear the rattle.

Fearful soldiers brave in their climb,

Lovers cried when it was their time.

Low and high the earth would shake,

Lonely soldiers meet their fate.

It isn’t right, It isn’t fair,

Lonely soldiers dying in the air.

Young and old, lives are spent,

Love is true, but trust is bent.

Loyalty always matters to you,

It stays with us sung by a chorus of two.

Brave soldiers into the night,

Thank you for fighting with all of your might.

I thank my brave soldiers here

And light a flame to honor their bravery,

I wear a red poppy to honor the buried

And a hand on my heart to remember the attended.

I take a minute of silence to remember thee

Not just to the count of one, two, three,

Their faces crowd inside of my head.

Thank you soldier, I thank the dead.

Je Remercie Mon Soldat Solitaire: Agentminnesota187

Les soldats solitaires dans la nature,

Battre pour la paix pour que nous pouvons sourire,

Les familles sont morts dans le feu du bataille,

Les soldats solitaires ont peur du cliquetis.

Les soldats peurs sont brève dans leurs escalade,

Les amoureux se pleurent quand c’était leurs temps,

Haut et bas le terre se tremble,

Les soldats solitaires rencontrent leurs destins.

Ce n’est pas correct, ce n’est pas juste, 

Les soldats solitaires se meurent dans l’air,

Jeunes et vieux, les vies sont passée,

L’amour est vrai, mais la confiance est dispositionée.

La loyauté est valorisé par vous,

Ca reste avec nous chanté par un chorale de deux,

Les soldats brèves dans le nuit,

Merci pour battre avec toute de votre force.

Je remercie mes soldats brèves ici,

Et j’allumerai un flamme pour honorez leurs brièveté,

Je porte un coquelicot rouge pour honorer les enterré, 

Avec une main sur mon cœur pour me souvenir les assisté.

Je prend un minute de silence pour souvenir de vous,

Mais pas pour seulement un compte d’un, deux, trois,

Leurs visages foule à l’intérieur de ma tête,

Merci soldat, je remercie les morts.

[spacial-girl]

Masterlist 2020 updated 8.4.20

INACTIVE BLOG

I’ll Come Back For You - Thomas Shelby x Reader 

Part 2 

info: part 1- The story of (Y/N) (Y/L/N) and Thomas Shelby- lovers seperated by war. part 2- The love of her life, Thomas Shelby returns from war, but he’s not the same man that left her behind.

notes: part 1 - very very very soft Tommy, kinda slow burn I guess? A bittersweet ending, mentions of death, war, alcohol, swearing, etc.  Part 2  ANGSTY!! There's a bit of violence triggered by PTSD, mentions of war, panic attacks. Soft and smutty moments, It's a good blend I think :) Lots of you wanted a part 2 and here it is!! I hope you all like this!

Setting: pre-war - pre-show / post-war pre-show

Word count: 5198 &  6457 (longest as of 29.2.20)

Sexual content: smut and innuendos.

The Invitation - Thomas Shelby x Reader

info: (Y/N) works for Shelby Company Limited, being hired as Thomas Shelby’s personal secratary. Her boss calls her in one day, holding a party invitation she had thrown away from her brother. He manages to convince her to go, but she agree’s only if he comes with her.

notes: soft! Tommy, swearing, implied sex, alcohol and drug abuse

Setting: Season 1 / 2

Word Count: 3052

Stronger - Thomas Shelby x Reader

Part 2

info: (Y/N) is horrified to see her brother go to war. She thinks there’s not enough men who will volenteer to go to war, so she decides to go help out. Women weren’t allowed to go fight, so she had to disguise herself. Adorning her brother’s name ‘Robert’, she suprisingly forms a relationship with a certain Sergent Major in France.

notes: mentions of suicidal thoughts/suicide, mildly gross details of war injuries and life in trenches, gender dysphoria??? *i am not gender dysphoric myself so i do not know how factual/accurate this is*, fluff, gay, cutesy, not very historically accurate, i don’t think any woman actually did this and if she did, she certainly didn’t get as far as the protagonist in this one. Enjoy!

Setting: During war (1914-1917) pre-show

Word count: 6242

Till Death Do Us Part - Thomas Shelby x Reader

info: Thomas is busy, taking care of a Changretta when Micheal runs in, informing him his wife is getting worse. What was originally thought to be a common cold has developed into a much worse disease, leaving her weak and bed bound.

notes: ANGST AND SADDNESS. 3rd person! Tommy’s perspective! Death, death by illness, names of illnesses, swearing- it’s sad. I started writing this before quarentine begun/lockdowns ensued and this was the only fanfic I liked out of the drafts I’m unsure of posting. It’s better than nothing I suppose! It’s pretty unfortunate the times we live in now- while in quarantine I’ve started a number of fanfics I have to finish & edit still- I’ll try to post them as soon as I can. 

Setting: season 3

word count: 2535

Stuck With You (Part 1) - Thomas Shelby x Reader

info: (Y/N) is new to Birmingham, having moved there with her daughter Marie due to financial reasons. One day, she is warned to go home and hide by a mysterious man, who she soon has to hide in her home from a terrifying gang of Italians.

notes: angsty! Gang mentions, violence, guns, fear. I am planning to write up more chapters- i just want to see if people like this first ;) I have a plan/ direction I want this to go in but if you hav any specific wants tell me! Enjoy :)

setting: season 4 episode 5- beginning

word count: 1820

Call Her - Thomas Shelby x Reader

info: (Y/N) is a nurse who lives next door to her best friend Ada Shelby, the girls knowing eachother since childhood. Laying in bed after a stressful day, she’s woken by her best friend frantically knocking on her door, begging to help her injured brother Thomas.

notes: angst!! Fluff towards the end, mentions of injuries, mentions of suicidal thoughts. You can probably tell I’m not a medical professional- i have no clue how anything in the medical field works or how haemorrhages are so i’m sorry for that inaccuracies 

setting: season 3 episode 4 - ending

word count: 1979

Where Is She? - Thomas Shelby x Reader

info: Thomas allows himself to relax from work for a moment, and as he lets his thoughts go, he realises his home is too silent. The search for (Y/N) begins.

notes: Thomas’ point of view. Angst! soft!Tommy, mentions of death, stress inducing situation, kidnapping, arguments. 

setting: between season 4 & 5

word count: 2066

Part 1: A Look Into The Past

info:  THIS IS A PROJECT I’M WORKING ON! IT’S DIFFERENT TO MY PREVIOUS WORK!!  Dedicated to a special someone ;) Elizabeth Lovehart is a 25 year old sewing shop owner, who’s lived in Birmingham since she was a little girl. She looks after her 2 younger sisters, and enjoys her quiet life. It’s not until she gets mixed up with the blinders- cutting the leader, Thomas, accidentally in an unfortunate series of events- does it become exciting. 

word count: 3982

[mobius-prime]

83. Knuckles the Echidna #6

Lost Paradise (Part Three of Three): Zero Hour… and Counting

Writer: Ken Penders Pencils: Manny Galan Colors: Barry Grossman

The intro page of this issue talks quite a bit about how the love between a parent and child is the strongest love there is, and how no matter how estranged he's been from his parents in the past, Knuckles loves his mother and father more than anything else in the world. That's a nice sentiment and all, but can we consider that so far, his father has abandoned him at a young age, and let him believe his mother was dead all along, to the point of him not even truly remembering her? Sure, we know that his father has been watching over him from a distance this whole time, but Knuckles sure doesn't, and thus far no good reason has been given for this apparent abandonment. I feel like, in combination with every other person I met telling me that I'm not ready to know any real information yet and to just shut up and follow what they tell me to do, I'd have every right to be a little angry. But let's not get into that quite yet. For now, Knuckles has a mother to save!

The Chaotix are still stuck waiting for Knuckles to get back, riding out shockwaves in the meantime. Within the echidna "pocket zone," if you will, Archimedes has just poofed Knuckles and himself into the building where the dingoes are keeping some of their hostages. With a well-timed tackle and some help from one of the hostages, Wynmacher (take your own guesses on how that's pronounced, cause I certainly have no clue), Knuckles and Archimedes are quickly able to teleport everyone out safely before reinforcements arrive to check on the situation.

Outside, Constable Remington finds himself receiving orders to return to base, only to be shocked by Knuckles and his entourage showing up. At the same time, Hawking is in his sanctum speaking to his "old friend" Deo Volente the fire ant, presumably his own ancient mentor from his time as guardian seeing as Deo has an adorable little white beard. As they discuss how Hawking appears to be wrong that the dingoes were behind the zones' instability, they receive a call from Locke confirming this. As it turns out, the "omega wave" from Robotnik's Ultimate Annihilator is the culprit, causing the barriers between the zones to begin to break down.

Locke's giant infodump up there can be summed up as: Echidnaopolis and the dingoes' city are on a collision course between zones, and only one of the cities can survive once the zones' barriers break down completely. Oh, joy!

Back at base, Knuckles sends Archimedes away to scope out what Remington is up to while he has a catching-up chat with his mother. And oh boy, there's some seriously messed up stuff in that chat…

It's incredibly sad to think of a young Lara-Le, newly married and happy with her husband and newborn (err… new-hatched?) child, thinking she's going to get to raise her child and have a happy family, only for Locke to start being all mysterious and essentially take the child from her forever to do with as he pleases, leaving her bereft and distraught. To be clear, I don't think Locke was just using her as guardian breeding stock or something, but he definitely was more concerned with continuing his bloodline's duties than thinking of the happiness of his wife and child…

Remington returns with news that Hawking may have a viable plan to save the city, but they're interrupted by yet another tremor. The dingoes decide to play a little game called "fake execution with unloaded guns" with their remaining hostages in their city square, which like, damn dude, that's something real-world terrorist organizations do to keep their prisoners compliant. Before the game can go any further than a single round of gun clicks, Knuckles and Julie-Su leap in to the rescue and take out the dingo guards, and the freed hostages begin to lead the two to the head honcho.

However, en route to Stryker's office, Hawking begins to put his plan into action now that the zones are well and truly collapsing, and gets Deo to signal Archimedes.

Knuckles' plan changes from beating Stryker into the ground, to trying to convince him to get his people into bunkers beneath the city to wait out the zone collapse. Stryker decides that he hates Knuckles, however, and starts swinging.

The hostages lead a few dingo soldiers out to find the rest of the captured echidnas while Knuckles and Julie-Su battle it out with Stryker. They manage to bring him down long enough to impress upon him just how super dead his entire race is going to be if he doesn't work with them for the moment, and thus everyone gets to the bunkers in their respective zones, as Hawking uses his own powers along with his invention to bring the barriers down between zones completely.

The rumbling finally dies down, and masses of echidnas suddenly find themselves next to the crowds of dingoes in the same bunker. Knuckles gets between Remington and Stryker before they can start throwing hands, and they exit the bunker to find Echidnaopolis still standing, and evidence that they've landed back on the Floating Island - back in the "real" world.

The dingo city appears to be gone, but the dingoes are now safe within Echidnaopolis along with the city's native inhabitants. Furthermore, Hawking's fate appears to be uncertain after his use of the Hyper Zone Projector to send everyone back. Hawking has left Knuckles with a gift - a cowboy hat, the same one Hawking was seen wearing in the old logs, which Knuckles dons. Guess we'll have to wait till the next arc to find out what will become of the city and all its new inhabitants, cause now we're diving into more adventures on Sonic's side of the story!

[el-oh-her]

hey i saw your post about how in some books the first person the protagonist meets who is their age and opposite gender is the love interest and i absolutely agree! but currently i am struggling with that problem in my wip. do you have any suggestions how i can make it not cliche and having my readers guess like that?

This is completely my opinion, to please take any of my advice with a grain of salt. I am a character driven writer. 

This is my mentality of writing romance in non romance novels “Who my character bangs isn’t more important than the moral of my story” and “Randomness makes the world go around” 

Here’s my philosophy why I think this happens: I think that writers think that the love interest HAS to be who the character has interacted with the longest. It gives time for the longest amount of growth, because they think it takes a whole novel to fall in love. It might not be true. Sometimes you might just be stuck in an atomic bunker with someone and like, shit happens and you want it to keep happening. 

Love comes in all shapes and sizes and lengths of time, not everything has to be “We met at the start, we endured, we love in the end” 

What is your character’s sexuality? 

Figure out who they like and don’t like. This is a good framework for what’s next to come. “I Don’t Know Their Sexuality” is totally okay to have in my opinion. This means as you write your character, you might discover what they are. Are they gay? Are they straight? Are they asexual? You don’t know, neither do I, and we might just disocver it along the way on the first draft. 

Write your first draft without any romance. 

This might be hard, but if you write it with the mentality that there isn’t a romance, you may be less likely to fall into the trap. You might have an idea of who their love interest might be, but I’ve always found that writing without the romance allows for so many open doors. 

Like yeah, the historian from chapter one was the character you imagined they’d love, but they’ve got so much chemistry with the chemist introduced in chapter three, how could you ignore it? 

Notate All Potential Love Interests 

PLEASE DO NOT LOVE TRIANGLE. I don’t know who you are nonny, but I already love your novel if it doesn’t have a love triangle. Please refer to my mentality of writing romance in non romance novels for why I advise against this. 

This is where the randomness comes in. Notate everyone who your character could fall in love with. Use their sexality and whatever you discovered in your first draft to guide you. 

Example: Patricia in my novel Sealed With an Apocoylpse has had four potential love interests: Azrael the Horseman of Death (who’s a chick) Malaquias Volent, Benaetha Volent, and Song. She is a lesbian as of now, at one point I thought she was bisexual with Malaquias because of their relationship but I am pretty sure for sure she’s a lesbian. At no point in time was she ever in love with two of these characters in the same draft. I would just be writing and notate that those two characters could be in love. Azrael doens’t appear until the last third of the novel, Malaquias is in the second half, but he has to grow on you, Benaetha and Song are both in the first third, but they’re not the first person she interacts with.

Everytime I write a new draft I do it with a clean slate. I don’t know who she’s falling in love with because in my opinion, it shouldn’t matter. 

But what if I want the Love Interest to get kidnapped or hurt or something for the drama?! 

If your main character doesn’t care about their friends  and family as much as the person they’re in love with, then you need to rewrite your character’s relationships. Your closest family, closest friends, and love interest should be treated all on the same level of love and protecting unless there’s a signifigant reason as to why they wounldn’t care. They may save their sister for different reasons than their love interest, but it still should be with the same passion. 

Obviously, this is assuming your MC has good relationships with their family and has friends (I advise that they have either one or the other) 

Example: In Sealed With an Apocoylpse a moral of the story is the importance of family and familial love. So, the people I kill or hurt in this novel are people who my main character sees as part of her family. Emerson, her father figure, Ronnie her brother, Ite, which she sees as a little sister or a daughter, Taylor, who she sees as a little brother. 

Write your second draft with your love interest 

Now, the reason why I do this is because I don’t want my plot to be dependent on the love interst. It’s how I avoid love triangles. I am really against the idea that the only way to make the novel work is to have two people meet at the begginning, and fall in love at the end. Now, your first draft should be functional. Your skeleton. your second draft is where the magic really happens. So if you want that scene where your love interest is held at gunpoint, add that in the second draft, or change the character who’s got the gun behind held up against them if you wrote it in draft one. Use that second draft to put in your romance where you need it. 

You should be using their sexuality and discoveries in the first draft. There should be chemistry between some of your characters, yeah? 

Don’t have the first person your character interacts with be the love interest. 

It’s just a simple, yeah? Your character shouldn’t only interact with one person around their age. They should have friends or co-workers or someone who are integral to the plot. Don’t put in characters that exist to avoid this trope, because that’s just going to make it worse. It’s not terrible if there’s no way around it. 

Example: In Sealed With An Apocolypse, I use a different trope for the first person Patricia interacts with that’s around her age. I also decieve the readers into this trope. It reads like Xander is Patricia’s Love interest, but I set it up to reveal Patricia’s sexuality, and Xander’s desire to have famalial love. In actuality, Xander is the main antagonist of the story, and has injected himself into Cia’s life to keep an eye on her. 

Gay? 

I am going to be honest, I wouldn’t expect it if it were a gay couple. That would be a plot twist to me. 

So, The Tl;DR 

-Find Their Sexuality 

-Write First Draft without the love interest 

-Figure out which characters have chemistry 

-Write Second draft with love interest 

-Consider no love triangles 

-Consider gay. 

[jellyfishdooter]

Random JBM Headcanons

'Cause I'm currently in love with the hero boy atm and nothing can stop me

Cool Patrol was his origin story and afterwards he took up some self-defense classes as well as boxing

Lives in Brighton

No actual powers but I like the IDEA of him having super strength, super speed, or power of flight. (He daydreams about it a lot too lol)

Sam is his sidekick and carries him around either in a large-ish tank on his back, a mini tank on his hip, or Sam flies next to him

Usually Sam is a distraction or he alerts the police of trouble. In a fight he trips up the bad guys and can spit septic juice into their faces

His mask is perscription 'cause he's got shit eyesight

A total fanboy to other heros/ cool weapons villians might have. Will straight up GEEK OUT in front of them with no shame

Before becoming an official hero he joined a parcore club and ran around the city via rooftops to train himself

He listens to a lot of high-paced music while on patrol. But he's wired his phone so when there's a call/ important chatter on police scanners the music turns itself down/off.

Usually a morning person even though he gets only 5 hours of sleep each night

Runs off of PMA and energy drinks

Goes onto the roof for a morning warmup before hitting the town

Has part-time jobs as a webcomic colorist and waiter at a lil cafe (Cant exactly pay bills by punching dudes...)

Tinkers in a lot of different technology to make his own gadgets (thank you internet for tips and tutorials)

Rides on a motorcycle to get around the city. It transforms from a slightly rusted and grungey looking bike into a sleek and shiney superbike thats green and black with a few blue accents. He's modded it to throw out spikes, slicks, fire mini rockets, and a grappling hook to make tight street corners. Its his pride and joy. (Listen I think motorcycles are rad as fuck leave me alone)

His appartment is covered in hero posters/ collectables. His bedroom is more like a workshop than a place to sleep.

His suit has built-in body armor and crashpads. Its able to inflate if he falls so he is able to land softly (think Baymax catching Hiro when they fall out the window). Not to mention its tough material 'cause have you ever seen someone fall off a motorcycle? That shits gonna hurt like a motherfucker so you better have SOME padding.

Carries a mini firstaid kid on his belt along with a few gadgets.

Those include: smokebombs, multitool, grappling hook and rope, stun-gun, mini drone he can control from his phone, and a few other small things

His boots are steel-toed for an extra OOMPH to a kick in the face

Also has weighted gloves for a heavier punch (no powers, gotta make up for it somehow)

Loves going to midnight releases of movies

He's transgender. Transitioned late middleschool/ early highschool.

No cops at pride just JBM

NO CAPES

Seriously tho, they might look cool but it only takes ONE TIME for your cape to snag on something and you could be a goner.

He'll walk someone home if they're not feeling safe/ comfortable

He's also the kind of hero to talk a situation down first and fists second.

He's sat and talked to a few people on the side of a bridge and then took them out for a sweet treat before bringing them home/ to a hospital if they need the medical attemtion. He tries to keep in touch with most of them/ checks up on them once in a while.

SPIDERMAN KISSES!!! He's never done one but its on his bucket list!

He'll work with Chase on his videos to get some cool city b-roll

One time he strapped a go-pro to his chest and did a parcore lap around the city for a charity fundraiser

Out of costume he likes to volenteer where ever he can

Overall percious sunshine boy

I love JBM and will fight anyone who wants to hurt him

[pbandjesse]

It is to hot!! The heat index was over 106 today! And I can’t seem to figure out how to make my ac work. I left it on for like an hour and it never got cooler. I got the fans in and thats good enough for now. I slept alright last night. I woke up at 630 and actually got out of bed around 655. I felt real cute today. Makeup good. Hair dirty but fine. I made breakfast and packed some of the muffin bread for me and James and headed to work for our meeting. A couple people where already there. And we were all going down to the mess hall for the thing. James was running late. I got a table to myself and worked on my embroidery. Well I started one. James showed up and appreciated the bread. The meeting was good. Interesting. Didn’t get yelled at. And it was nice seeing all the people I work with. One guy was a nit obnoxious but we did get to deal with the volenteer problem. And that was very funny. A common enemy makes close friends. All of us who were training after the meeting helped open up the ship and then all headed over to constellation. I didn’t know what the training was going to entail and I was half hoping it would be like lecture. But we actually ran through programs! Which was terrifying. I hadn’t ever done these programs. Thankfully James was there and knows the programs better, while is still learning, so he did it first and then I went and his enthusiasm helped me a lot because I am not good at play acting but seeing him do it let me feel like it was okay. And my first one went well. My second one not as much because I got overheated and confused. The heat was really rough on me today. It made me fluster really fast. And then I was to short to see the yards and so I couldn’t see it and almost hit the vails when we were doing brace the yards. Felt stupid. But it could have been worse. Once we were done up there we went and did food in the navy. Which I already have done so they made me do a short version of it and I spoke to fast but it still went alright. We spent the rest of the morning going through the ship and then quizing us and letting us just say facts we know. And that was a blast. We had some really nice moments where we worked together and it was just a lot of fun. At noon we were done. I went and cleaned my face and tried to feel a bit better. The heat was terrible and the sun was oppressive. I went down to the desk for a bit. Hung out with my co-workers. I texted James and told him to meet me outside when he got out for lunch. I went and watched the gun firing from the pier and it was very loud. Scared everyone. Which was hilarious. James and me walked over to the 711 and he got me a slurpee and it was nice being together for a little while. I was working on Chesapeake for the afternoon. I chilled in a bench until it was time to get on board. It was a good day except for how Damn hot it was. I barely had any visitors. But I I had plenty of time to work on my embroidery. I started running out of water but Jordan was chief and he brought me more. I poured some in myself because I was getting what rashes on my legs. And later in the afternoon he brought me an ice cream. An excellent chief. Right at the end of the day the sky got really dark and I thought it would start raining. And we had storm alerts but it only drizzled for a second. Then the sun was out again by the time I was waiting for James on pier one. We biked back to my house. We were both horribly hot and gross. He went and took the trash out for me and we tried to put the a.c. on but it didn’t seem to do anything. I went and took a bath. Washed my hair. Felt a lot better. We had pizza and now we’re just resting. Were probably going to watch a movie. I have off tomorrow and I’m looking forward to just making art and cleaning my space. I hope you all stay cool and comfortable tonight. Sleep well. Be safe.

[ccpfcpa]

We have 35 tickets left, I'll around the house most of the day. Tickets are $10 each. 1st drawing is for a SMITH & WESSON M&P SHIELD EZ 9MM 2nd drawing will be for a SAR USA SAR9 9MM If you decided you don't want the gun the cash option is $300 per gun. The drawing will be done live on Facebook April 30th at 6pm. Tickets are available now if you want to come pick them up at 4499 Valley Circle, Fayetteville Pa 17222. The gun are provide by Keystone Outdoors in Fort Loudon. We will not be mailing these or accepting PayPal this time around, they are first come first serve, I won't be holding tickets and trying to keep up with all the requests. #creekcleanupproject #creek #creekcleanup #ccp #conococheaguecreek #conococheague  #watershed #watershedassociation #keeppennsylvaniabeautiful #creekstrong #creekrats #pafishandboat #pennsylvaniadep #creekcred #conservation #kayaking #canoeing #cleanwater #cleanwaterforall #potomac #potomacriver #backcreek #fallingsprings #franklincountypa #volenteer #keeppennsylvaniabeautiful #communityservice #fishingpa (at Franklin County, Pennsylvania) https://www.instagram.com/p/CNH2uOWsgpl/?igshid=2n3p19cerwb0

[sinnaisanemotionalman]

I had a really weird dream about the Rogues this morning. At first it was just my mom, grandma, and I, but grandma turned into a mirror master (I never figured out which) and I think mom became the Flash. the other rogues just sort of showed up? Anyway, mirror master turned on us and stole some immportant dream nonsense device and hid its parts so me and the gang beat the crap out of him until he fell asleep. Len told us to check ourselves first in case he hid anything in our pockets and I volenteered to check the mirror master just in case because I thirst for just about every damn member.

After looking around in all kinds of weird places and finding most of the pieces, James showed up with a giant... I don’t really know, but it was made of a fuckton of balloons. Idfk why, but I saw him as a threat and fired my sonic gun thingy that I suddenly had. I aimed for his legs (for some reason I thought that was important) but it had little to no effect. He asked us what the thing looked like and someone said “a table leg!” Suddenly I knew he would assemble a giant table made of balloons downtown. James no. (”James yes”).

I figured that was a bad idea and the others (including flash) agreed to stop him, but we couldn’t find our way around the building to get there. Meanwhile, he just floated on with his balloons.

What the fuck was that?

[zombierunfiction]

Season 1 Mission 9: Recovery

Nearly a week later Charlotte had completely healed from her late night run and was slowly getting closer to Sam.  They spent a lot of time when he wasn't watching out for the runners spending time together.  He showed her all around Abel including the closet where they kept the board games that they had found from runs.  

Charlotte actually felt hopeful for the first time since the event happened.  Currently she was sitting in the mess hall talking to Jack and Eugene over bowls of oatmeal.

"So Charlotte how's it going on those runs?  I've noticed our sports bra supply is getting bigger."  Jack said with his playful british accent.

Charlotte rolls her eyes.  "Hey there's a lot of women here in Abel and sports bras are a need."

"Your last run yesturday brought in 8 of them!"  Eugene said being one of the few Americans in Abel.  

"Not my fault."  Charlotte said holding up her hands.  "Besides if i remember correctly Sara brought in several pairs of underware the day before."

Both Jack and Eugene started laughing hard as Janine steps over.   Charlotte had yet to meet her in person but she looked exactly how she imagined the land owner to look.  Dark brown hair with a deep farmers tan that melded well with her green eyes.  

"Runner Five we need you to go on a run."  Janine said briskley.

Charlotte raised an eyebrow.  "I didn't hear any annoucement."

Janine rolls her eyes.  "Well now you have so get your gear and let's go."  She said roughily as she walked out of the mess hall.

"Woo... someone has a bee in their bonnet."  Jack whispered as Eugene gently pat Charlotte on the arm.  

"Go on.  It might be important."  Eugene said as Charlotte nodded and quickly walked to the packs.  She got her pack on then grabbed her axe tieing it into her pack.  She put on her head set then walking towards the gate.

"Raise the gates!"  Sam says as the alarm goes off while the gates rise.  "Runner Five, ready... gates are open... covering fire."  The gun shots start to ring out.  "and... go!"  Sam said as Charlotte took off away from Abel.  "So... just checking my mission sheet for your status... yeah, that's not a mission sheet.  You've seen my office or should i say, corrugated iron hut we decided was no good for a latrine, with enough electricity from the generator to power the transmitter, but not enough some days for, oh, I dunno, light?"  Sam said almost bitterly.

Charlotte chuckled.  "You're office is just like you Sam.  A mess but a very organized mess."

"I'll take that with the love that was intended."  Sam says with a grin.  "Did you hear that Janine?  It's okay.  Don't you worry about me Runner Five.  Just trying to keep everything together here while Janine..."  There was rustling around before Sam taks away from the mic.  "What are you doing with the electricity, Janine?"

"Remember, you're in MY house Mr. Yao."  Janine states harshly.

Sam chuckles slightly.  "Yeah, I thought we did away with private property after the whole, you know, end of civilization?  Remember that?"

"I remember this place was my farm house before all of you arrived.  And I remember I am the only one who knows where all the junction boxes are, because I wired the place myself.  So, yeah, those tools we were expecting from the military base would be pretty useful right now.  Any word on that?"  Janine said  sounding rather miffed.

"Ah, yeah... right, right, right... Yeah, so uh... we're sending you back to your helicopter today, see if there's anything you can, uh, find in the wreckage.  And I've got a surprise for you..."  Sam said with a smile as foot steps run over as Sara runs over with a green army hat on that held her hair under her hat.

"Hey there Five!  Remember me, your old pal, Runner Eight?"  

Charlotte shook her head.  "Of course I remember you Sara."  

Sara smiles.  "We're on the road together again.  Isn't that great?"  She says coughing roughily.  "We're making good pace here, Five.  We're heading into hostile territory.  You remember from your first run in?  But if we just keep running, and don't stop for too long at the chopper, we'll be just fine."

"Joy.  Not like I am dying to go back there... besides I jumpped out and parachuted down."  Charlotte said as she jumpped over a stump.  

"I'm pretty interested to see what we'll find in that chopper, you know.  That's why I volenteered for this duty."  Sara said as Charlotte glared at her.

"This isn't about you still thinking I brought down the copter is it?"

Sara looks at her.  "You can't be to careful.  I know what people say.  'Don't think about the past, just keep your eyes on survival' but I-"  Sara started coughing hard again.  "Well I just can't help wondering about things.  I mean, I've got the same problems as everyone else.  Lost my husband and my two boys back when the dead took the east.  Had to take them out myself when they came back.  Only had a shovel to do it with."  Sara said as she ducked under a tree branch.  "I never would have thought I had the strength in me, but you know!"  She laughs breathlessly.  "Like they say, we didn't know ourselves 'til this happened.  You never know what you're capable of."

Charlotte looked at her for a moment before looking ahead of her.  That was an understatement.  She was in the same position.  She had taken out several of her former neighbors when the outbreak first began and it was surprising her reaction to it.  She had none.  She didn't feel anything when she had to take out the neighbors that had welcomed her into their Northumberland neighborhood.  

It distrubed her.

"Well, I won't ask your story.  You'll share it when you're good and ready.  No one's story is ever good, is it, Five?"  Sara asked as they got up onto a small hill that led down a road.  "Anyhow, I didn't expect to wind up somewhere like Abel Township.  For a while there, I thought I might go mad!  But turns out... I can run really fast.  I always ran at school and college back when I was a girl, and that's a useful skill these days.  Useful enough for me to earn my keep... in lots of places."  Sara starts to cough again before taking a deep breath.  "Oh this damn cough just won't quit!"

Just as Charlotte was about to comment the sound of a distant cough is heard.  Both girls stopped and looked around, listening.

"I know I cough loud, but that wasn't an echo."  Sara whispered.

"No... someones out here other than zoms..."  Charlotte whispered back before a groan hit their ears.

"We've got more company!"  Sara shouted as she grabbed Charlotte's wrist taking off down the road as zombies began chasing them quickly.

"Hey Runner Five, Runner Eight - you're out of range for Runner Eight's transmitter, but I guess you can still hear me.  You're getting close to the chopper, and we've got more movement - hostiles behind you, just like we expected, but something up ahead too."  Sam said.

"No kidding Sam!"  Charlotte shouted as she dodged away from an abandoned car following Sara.

"Watch yourselves, because I -"  Sam sighs heavily.  "Janine, is this really nescessary?"

"Unless you want the whole base's electricity to go down in the middle of the night, I've got to replace this wiring right here."  Janine said matter-of-factly.

Sam sighs heavily.  "Yeah, apparently it can't wait.  They're switching off transmission AND scanner."

"So complete radio silence?" Sara said.

"Only for a few minutes!  You're on your own guys, You'll be fine."  Sam consoled.

"Unless we turn on each other, hey?"  Sara joked as the distant coughing happened again.  "Who is that coughing?"

"Okay... I'll be back in just a few minutes.  Sorry about this guys.  You know, if i could it all myself..."  Sam says slowly.

"You've be a very valuable asset to this base, Mr. Yao."  Janine said as static comes over the radio before silence hits them.

The coughing continued then began having a wheezing sound joinning it.

"So we're on our own, huh?  Just as we reach the chopper, and..."  Sara said as they got to the trees where the wreckage of the chopper laid among broken trees.  "holy... is that..."  Sara said as Charlotte looks in horror.  

"My pilot... yes..."  She breathes as she looked back seeing the zoms and seemed to lose interest in them.  They walked towards it slowly.  

"That girl... she's reanimating from the dead right now.  She must have been left half eaten like that, strapped into her seat in the chopper..."  Sara said as the woman was fighting against her seat belt.  Her face was half eaten as she fought hard.  The sound of fabric ripping is heard.  "Now she's... oh hely mary, mother of god!"  Sara said fast.

"Run!"  Charlotte shouted taking off grabbing Sara this time as the pilot broke free of her seat belt and scrambled after them fast.  "Holy shit i thought she died in the crash!"  She said as they weaved through the trees.

"Good thought.   Damn who was this girl?  A sprinter?"  Sara asked as Charlotte lept over a boulder chancing a look back seeing the pilot stumbling after them groaning loudly.

"She was just my ride.  I didn't even know her name."  Charlotte said fast.

"Hey Five.  I've got a plan.  We've got to find out what's in that chopper!  So if you - I know how this sounds, but just trust me -"  Sara starts.

"Yea like that's not the first time I've been told that."  Charlotte said with a laugh.

Sara smirks.  "If you circle round that way, she'll chase you.  I'll head back around quietly to the chopper to see what I can find.  Deal?  Okay I'll catch up to you.  Remember -  the newly reanimated are the quickest.  Run really fast!"  Sara broke off heading in one direction as Charlotte headed off fast.  She heard the pilot running after her hot on her heels.

It took her a bit to finally shake the pilot but after dropping down a small hill and running up the other side.  She jogged over to Sara who was picking at the chopper.  In the distance zombies were groaning and the snapping of branches signalling their approach.  

"I lost her.  Thankfully."  Charlotte said as she took off her bag.

"Good.  Got them!"  Sara said as she was stuffing the electronic equipment into her bag.  "Here, I can't carry all this, you take some."  Charlotte nodded taking the rest of the electronics.  Sara reached in the dash and pulled out something.  "Well, you know what I found back there?"  She pulled it out showing Charlotte's Mullin's Base Military ID.

Charlotte looked at it.  "My ID."  She said simply.  "Still think I'm the one who shot it down?"  She asked almost bitterly.

"It's looking pretty good for you.  There's your picture, there's your military cred.  Guess you're just a raw recruit like the rest of us, huh?"  Sara said as Charlotte gave her a look.

"If being a lieutenant is a raw recruit then yea."  Charlotte said sarcasticly as she reached for the ID only for Sara to pull it back.

"Now, I hope you don't mind, Runner Five, but I guess I'll be handing this to the head of runners when we get in.  Just because, you know, a bunch of us were wondering who you really were, and this... Well this is looking really great for you.  Imagine what I would have to do out there If I'd found someone else's ID in that chopper?"

Charlotte glared at her and stood up zipping up her pack.  "Stop speaking in riddles Sara.  I don't appreciate it."

"Just imagine.  Wouldn't have wanted old Sam to hear that.  He's a good kid."  Sara probed zipping her bag.

"Don't you dare-"  Charlotte said just as static came over their head sets as Sam's voice appeared again.

"And... we're back!"  Sam said excitedly.

"Yep.  Got you all hooked up again back here. Even boosted your signal a bit."  Janine said.

Sam chuckled softly.  "Did I miss anything?"

Charlotte stared at Sara for a long moment.  Sara had started out very suspious of her and even when she found proof, she still seemed hesitant.  And to bring Sam in on this was bellow the belt.

"No Sam you didn't miss anything."  Charlotte said tensely as Sara and her started to jog away from the chopper.

For a bit the two ran in silence before Sara pushed her mic up so Sam didn't hear.  "You know, Five,  I didn't know whether to trust you at first.  i've been in that military base myself, you know.  Never saw you there."  She said simply.  "But I guess people move around a lot.  Yes I was there, well, it must have been nearly five months ago!  Just after the outbreak hit."  Sara said running along the road they took to get there.  "They gave us all these shots, told us it might be a vaccine.  Might be a punch in the eye, you know?"  She chuckles softly.

Charlotte looked at her with a stone face.  The military had taught her that no matter your personal feelings fellow soliders stuck by you.  They trusted you until you gave them a reason not to trust you.  She had done nothing to Sara to warrent the mistrust.

"A lot of people thought they had a vaccine back then.  Remember how they said on the news?  'It's like small pox; it's like rabies!  We'll have a vaccine in a few weeks.'  Yes pie in the sky!  But a bunch of us thought we could make it to family down south.  We'll I guess you know how those journeys turn out.  I was lucky to find Abel Township before I got bitten."  Sara coughed hard again.

"Is this conversation going to continue on or do you have a point somewhere?"  Charlotte asked.

Sara looked over at her.  "I keep in contact with a bunch of those people back in the base, and I guess it's my job to say you and me - we've got to talk sometime, Five.  About Project Greenshoot?"  Charlotte looked at her in shock.

Sara was her contact about Project Greenshoot.  

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Season 1 Beginning

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King Crimson - Epitaph (Best Version) Synopsis d'une nouvelle ou un film ; un gars et une filles, délinquants, volent une voiture à toît ouvert et foncent sur une route déserte du Texas  ; un flic les intercepte ; à la pointe du révolver les deux délinquants l'oblige à stopper une fille sur la route et la violer  (un par un, le gars, toute en conduisant, jette les vêtements du flic sur la route  ; (plus loin la fille, qui a accouchée du flic, donne naissance à une fille ; c'est alors la vie de celle-ci que l'on suit, elle est flic et putain solitaire)  ; également, dans la même journée, le gars et la fille ramassent une fille en stop, une étudiante en ballet ; le gars la viole ; celle-ci accouche et élève sa fille qu'elle déteste ; celle-ci s'enfuit de la maison ; des années plus tard sa mère la reconnaît, sa fille est devenue une étoile de la danse classique et contemporaine  ; à la fin, la flic et la danseuse tombent en amour? // modification : la fille de la caissière, délinquante, a besoin d'une transfusion de sang et sa seule chance de survie est de retrouver son père biologique Début    tu veux de la gomme?  La fille acquiesce d'un signe de tête, les yeux absents, ailleurs if you want, la bouche indifférente  bon, okay, rajoute de la gomme, qu'il dit à la jeune ado derrière le comptoir, l'arme toujours pointée a coté du cash    le gars ramasse le fric et la gomme  bon, awèye, ramène ton cul, qu'il ordonne sèchement à sa copine  pourquoi tu te la tape pas avant de partir, la route risque d'être longue...passe-moi ton gun  Puis,  tout en la dévisageant, elle dit à la jeune ado : la p'lotte à l'air, vite, ça presse    à ce moment un client entre dans le dépanneur, probablement un camionneur sans hésitation, la fille le descend avant même que la porte se referme  Effrayée, rapidement la jeune ado se fout la p'lotte à l'air, quelques secondes plus tard, écrasée sur le comptoir les cuisses ouvertes, elle pousse un cri bref, presqu'animal, puis sa respiration s'accélère  bon, décharge, qu'elle lance à son chum, y a des clients qu'y arrivent, j'aurai pas assez de balles pour les tuer au complet  En vitesse elle ramasse les vêtements de l'ado sur le sol et les balance dans un sac d'épicerie en papier    la fille sort, suivit l'instant d'après par son chum  Juste avant de monter dans l'auto, la perruque blonde met le feu au sac et le lance sur les touristes nonchalants qui se dirigent vers la porte du dépanneur ils risquent d'être poignés icitt un boutt, les pauv's, remarque le gars en démarrant    sur la route poussiéreuse, les montagnes fuient, sans doute à la recherche d'une planque pour cacher leur maigre butin : quelques rayons de soleil  on devrait peut-être mettre le toît au cas où il pleuve, suggère la fille    pas sûr qu'il va pleuvoir  C'est sec dans le coin, ça passe surtout en vent, plus de poussière que d'eau    dans le rétroviseur apparaît une auto de police D'abord éloignée, elle s'immisce rapidement  Puis la sirène les dépasse mais revenant sur la voie elle leur bloque le passage  fonce, Moki, s'agite la fille    on va voir ce qu'il veut avant, réplique Moke en s'immobilisant  Peut-être qu'y a juste perdu son canard   un peu plus loin/  c'est criminel de tuer une vache? demande Clara en pointant son arme en direction du pré    non, c'est humain de dernière instance : la bête civilisée, dressée, criminel signifié relevant d'une sémantique   dommage, je l'avais dans le mille    brusquement son attitude change, s'affêterant, aristocratique et dédaigneuse...la logique du sujet, dit Clara, présuppose une éthique sans faille, une logique originairement cohérente  Or il y a incohérence logique dès que le sujet devient personne morale, qu'il aspire à l'autre La personne morale est un crime  Non pas incohérence de la logique, incohérence à corriger dans un système de redressement punitif mais ontologiquement incohérente  Le Mal, c'est l'acte, le Bien n'étant qu'un a priori philosophique, c'est pourquoi le Mal n'a jamais été abordé de manière radicale par la philosophie, le risque est trop grand, parce qu'il fait signe à une pratique, à ses conditions de possibilité  En son coeur, le Bien habrite le Mal  Le crime dépasse, déjoue tout signifié moral, le crime {est} poétique Le crime ne peut se réduire, càd s'offrir à une technique de maîtrise, se commettre dans le langage : le langage est de l'ordre du punitif  Le crime demeure impuni parce qu'innommable, ce n'est pas une chose, un en soi et se refuse à toute cohérence logique, car il ne peut être signifié, c'est le coeur Vide, acentré du discours moral, ce qui rend même ce discours possible  Saint Paul disait juste : il y a crime parce qu'il y a loi  Le crime demeure  extensif à l'ordre moral (qui se dévoile dans l'éclat de sa sanction)  Mais dans cet énoncé le crime est encore pensé comme signifié, il se découpe sur la loi  Ce n'est donc qu'une fiction métaphysique  Il s'agit maintenant pour le crime de faire entendre depuis l'inaudible du discours son chant poétique        une fiction philosophique n'est pas une fiction en acte, enchaîne Moke, dont le comportement s'est  à son tour modifié, celle-ci ne relève pas d'une création  Il s'agit d'une fictionnalité passive, signifié au service d'un sens institué, fiction formative et non performative L'être, le Je, ces instances ne constituent que des effets de langage  Le discours métaphysique n'est du reste rien d'autre qu'un système institué à partir de tels effets    la pluie se met à tomber légèrement  pas de pluie, disiez-vous, remarque Clara en grillant lentement un petit cigarillo menthol  Ignorant la remarque, Moke poursuit    la police va rechercher deux délinquants parce que le crime suppose un tel lexique en tant que signifié et donc relevant d'un système d'effets de langage  En somme, la loi exige de ses hors-la-loi qu'ils soient normés en vertu d'un tel système    leur crime n'est qu'une expression, le mal à la petite semaine  Baissant la voix, elle ajoute or que se passe-t-il en deça de cet exprimé, dans son dos?  n'est-ce point le Mal qui fait vraiment mal, inexprimable, atopiquement situé au coeur du Bien, un déchiré philosophique, une enveloppe déchiquetée sans consentement, c'est ça la philo, mec, et le Droit?  {bien}Mal?...« le coeur a ses raisons que la raison ignore », le coeur n'a pas de coeur, c'est un mail déserté, ruiné j'adore sa voix à ce vieil alcolo, i' me fait mouiller au boutt, qu'elle dit en montant le son de la radio only the lonely, qu'elle chantonne, know the way I feel tonight  à voix encore plus basse : on se bouscule à la porte de mon âme , qui je laisse entrer, qui je laisse sortir? bukakke  parle pas contre les alcolos, t'as une longueur d'avance sur nous tous    know the feeling ain't right   puis, se tournant vers Moke :  tu savais que j'ai déjà sorti avec Japps?...   Japps, le gros pimp?    il était moins gros à l'époque...moins pimp aussi    t'as fourré avec ce gros tas de merde, j'arrive pas à le croire?...tu me déçois, ma petite X/ notes   puis, se tournant vers Moke :    tu savais que j'ai déjà sorti avec Japps?...    Japps, le gros pimp?  il était moins gros à l'époque...moins pimp aussi    t'as fourré avec ce gros tas de merde, j'arrive pas à le croire?...tu me déçois, ma petite    impossibilité de tirer un calque applicable à tous les criminels, pareil comme vouloir dégager un arch��type propre à la philosophie en soi, aux philosophes en soi et surtout : à la loi et aux jusristes en soi  Dans quelle mesure la loi peut-elle prétendre à l'immuabilité, à l'immunité, au concept? Existe-t-il une loi énonçable hors de tout doute raisonnable?  Le concept d'une chose n'est toujours qu'une singularité prétentieuse, l'ordre moral, entre autres  Toutes les généralités d'essence se réduisent en bout de ligne dans des singularités existentielles inessentielles  La loi conceptuelle qui condamne le vol, par exemple, part d'une microconceptualité : une singularité riche  La raison c'est toujours la raison de quelque chose, raison et intérêt vont de pair  Si Descartes avait été athée jamais il n'aurait pu accréditer ses vérités, les certifier et le monde extérieur ne serait-ce que supposé  De là à faire de l'idéaliste un psychopathe, le pas est mince et sans effort Qu'est-ce que, conceptuellement parlant, le psychopathe?  un type qui ne parvient jamais à sortir de lui-même, de se désenvelopper, se décacheter, celui-ci reste emprisonné dans son idéal  Certes, il ne le théorise pas forcément, il ne l'élabore pas dans les cadres d'un système philosophique  Ça c'est le fait des grands psychopathes, des malades supérieurs à la Hegel  Je blague à peine Les guerres, philosophiques, politiques, etc., sont de puissantes évacuations d'énergies refoulées, c'est pourquoi l'ordre moral reconnaît leur légitimité  Le meurtre moral  Idéaliste  La Nation, le Pays, les gros mots, qu'est-ce que c'est si c'est pas des idéaux? On y retrouve le même blocage à l'autre conséquent d'un repli pathologique sur soi  C'est là, à des degrés divers, un trait caractéristique aux États dits civilisés, occidentaux pour la plupart, et même ce qui se désigne en philosophie du beau terme de pragmatisme ne représente qu'un avatar de l'idéal, c'est l'autre sélectionné  Si politiquement les SS affichaient un idéalisme absolu, en pratique ils se faisaient les chevaliers du pragmatisme, fondant en raison leurs conduites et leurs principes : in trouve et on prouve toujours ce que l'on cherche, loi fondamentale autant que secrète du pragmatisme, de l'« idéologie » scientifique   aucune loi morale ne peut prétendre à l'apodicticité, toute proposition apodictique n'est qu'une fiction, un fac-similé de la Cour céleste, en un mot, une bêtise  Ainsi le crime demeure présomptif, l'accusation relève d'une tournure de phrase, tout au plus peut-on, et cela uniquement dans certains cas et selon un certain code préétabli, bref ce que l'on appelle une circonstance, cas du cas, lui reconnaître une valeur assertorique/   dans son acharnement manichéen à prétention d'objectivité, l'Église a fait du Mal un principe et non du Bien, auquel on ne peut qu'espérer      la forme (visage) humaine n'est qu'implicite, impropre, elle s'autodétruit dans le Visage de Dieu L'humain meurt et Dieu se nourrit de sa chair    l'homme dérobe la Loi à Dieu, sa force répressive : en s'incarnant, Dieu devient hors-la-loi, extérieur à sa propre juridiction  : la simulation, qui donne Dieu en spectacle, c'est ce vol de la souveraineté divine, démesurée, infinie dans le fini    la foi n'est plus directement vécue, car en se représentant, le divin s'est éloigné...ne reste alors que son simulacre, une représentation   fragments dont l'Unité s'asitue entre les « éclats », non pas derrière, comme une toile de fond, un horizon, mais plutôt une traversée d'Absence, de présence {non}-positive, d'obscurité par quoi présence et lumière surgissent : toute Unité close est-elle synonyme de culpabilité -tragique, étouffante?  We lie about each other's drinks  We live without each other thinking what  peut-on logiquement et moralement établir une distinction, selon un graphe d'irrationalité, entre le crime et le châtiment? Fracture non dyadique, à savoir que la rupture exclut l'exclusion d'un tiers, le schisme {est} interne, {non}-positif, dehors-dedans, ouverture inscendante, abyssale, contradiction inhérente au système sort un petit calepin du coffre à gant ; pendant que Moke conduit, elle le suce pour que tout soit accompli, a savoir, dans les règles  /// le petit cahier du crime, Berkeley U    bref, c'est une maladie rare et votre sang est rare mais si votre père accepte la transfusion...    je sais pas qui est mon père, ma mère a été violée...    rewind   tu veux de la gomme?  La fille acquiesce d'un signe de la tête, les yeux absents, la bouche indifférente  bon, okay, rajoute de la gomme, qu'il dit à la jeune ado derrière le comptoir, l'arme toujours pointée en sa direction    le gars ramasse le fric et la gomme  bon, awèye, ramène ton cul, qu'il ordonne sèchement à sa copine    pourquoi tu te la tape pas avant de partir, la route risque d'être longue...passe-moi ton gun  Puis,  tout en la dévisageant, elle dit à la jeune ado : la p'lotte à l'air, vite, ça presse    à ce moment un client entre dans le dépanneur, probablement un camionneur sans hésitation, la fille le descend avant même que la porte se referme  Effrayée, rapidement la jeune ado se fout la p'lotte à l'air, quelques secondes plus tard, écrasée sur le comptoir les cuisses ouvertes, elle pousse un cri bref, presqu'animal, puis sa respiration s'accélère  bon, décharge, qu'elle lance à son chum, y a des clients qu'y arrivent, j'aurai pas assez de balles pour les tuer au complet  En vitesse elle ramasse les vêtements de l'ado sur le sol et les balance dans un sac d'épicerie en papier    la fille sort, suivit l'instant d'après par son chum  Juste avant de monter dans l'auto, la perr    histoire de petite fille   il faut mourir pour aller au ciel, mais vivant pour souffrir éternellement les flammes de l'Enfer  Troublant, non? Les rêveries d'une putain solitaire histoires philosophiques à ne pas lire seule la nuit les rêveries d'une putain solitaire / après s'{être} masturbée, Kiera sortit prendre une douche d'étoiles, une bouffée d'aire, une marche {Elle{ se sentait femme Jusqu'aux bouts des orteils, transpirant encore, une `légère odeur qu'elle connaissait trop bien, ce bien acentré en périphérie du mal    nos sexes, seule façon d'échapper au solipsisme, à l'échec de toute inter-subjectivité dans la transsubjectité d'une seule Chair...voilà le Sacré, ma pagesse --j'attends mes ordres, Maître très bon exposé Je vais faire une remarque ici, si vous le permettez Je conçois mes écrits, contrairement à la tradition, non pas comme une suite d'énoncés à prétention de Vérité, texte qu'ont peut scalper ici et là, comme on le fait avec Nietzsche, p ex, mais comme un acte d'énonciation, une vague, pas besoin nécessairement d'être philosophe pour me lire, càd se faire l'esclave d'un sens ; le signe m'importe plus, il n’est jamais arbitraire, on se laisse porter par le courant et on ramasse des coquillages Le sens de ma philosophie c'est ce qui vous a marqué et sans doute manqué pour la vie mais une blessure que peut-être vous ne pouvez expliquer, voire partager (sauf transsubjectivement, sexuellement, si vous préférez, pour aller au plus urgent) et de cette blessure on n'en guérit jamais effectivement, l'art, le grand Art n'a rien à voir avec la relève pour la relève, du nouveau, du nouveau pour les branchés en phase intellectuelle terminale et cette abrutie de peur de ne rien manquer, d'avoir toujours quelques chose à dire d'un hier soir déjà défunt  La blessure, voilà ce qu'il reste, habitez, habritez une oeuvre non pas en itinérant démocratiquement alimenté mais en propriétaire terrien impérial La route est longue avant le nouveau, très longue nous aurons des douleurs qui nous ferons honte, nous ferons trembler jusqu'au paradis à la fin de nos jours...cette tristesse sur nos baisers tant que tu seras à moi, mon amour, mon amour...tes pieds comme des larmes en été

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The burn on my arm from the hot glue gun yesterday looks really bad today. It doesn’t hurt so much anymore but it looks pretty bad. Ah well. Last night I was very tired. But then I got a second wind and painted for a while. James was maybe coming over but I was exhausted so we rain checked and I went to bed. I apparently really needed the sleep because I also slept through 2 alarms and didnt get up until almost 10. Which was not ideal but it’s fine. I got up and got myself together and had a sandwich. I felt okay. I biked over to CVS for a new watch battery and some cat food. I went back home for a few minutes and then headed to work. I stopped at dunkin donuts to get a snack for James and the other guys. Donut holes for all. And work was fun. I got to train the new guy Bennet. He is very nice and a sophmore in college. Studying history at NYU. So he’s just here for the summer. I was inside some of the day and outside some. I had fun though. James and Frank used the bird I brought in for their tours. And I worked on my embroidery. Got lots of questions about that. The volenteer kept arguing with me and talking over me and that was obnoxsious. But it’s fine. I ended up sitting with a woman for a long time while her husband was below deck. We talked about art and school. My embroidery. Jobs. Boys. She was like my mom’s age and it was just real cute. And since she’s like my mom’s age I asked her if she knew what Dark Shadows was and she did! She said it was her favorite show when she was younger and she would run home from school to watch it. And she’s been recording it on her dvr now that her local stations are showing it. She was very excited when I told her who my mom was and it was very cute. I also just had a good time talking to this lady and bragging about my mom. James and Frank were giving a tour and ran a little over but that was fine. I still got to go home on time. I went to change and before I left I found James’s mug and brought him some water so he wouldn’t pass out. And then I headed out. I was going to go home but decided to go to whole foods for a snack. But ended up getting fruit and bread. Some freeze pops. Finally got aloe!! The cashieer loved my reusable bag. And then I went home for real. When I got back here I got a shower and had a hotdog. Realized I accidently took the key for the door at work. Oops, Changed and went to do laundry. I changed my sheets and painted. I wanted to dye this dress but it didn’t work and I’m annoyed. Maybe tomorrow I’ll get actual dye and not use ink. The internet lied to me. I’m going to go get my towels and things and just chill. James is supposed to come over tonight and we have a fun day planned tomorrow. Weather permitting well go to the farmers market and then fells point for brunch and some shopping. He needs sandals. I want to look for a watch. I’m looking forward to having a real date with him. Were sort of doing the dating thing backwards. But this will be nice. I hope it all works out. Sleep well everyone. Be kind to each other