#He also noticed the music in the transmission

[imacowboy3]

I just had a thought

Steve harrington weaponizing his perceived dumbness on people who are annoying him

Him talking with them in a Philomena Cunk way

Like that time she was talking about how Alexander was emperor at 20 and did a bunch of stuff in his 30s yadda yadda and then asked the specialist about what his hair looked like

Just let him be purposefully annoying to the people who look down on him for his "lack" of smarts

Let him be a menace to the people surrounding him

[writingforfishes]

Otto and Atticus Part 9-extended: The Antique's Store 1/4, 2/4 (reblogged), 3/4 (reblogged)

This is a continuation of Atticus' Birthday story found here: https://www.tumblr.com/writingforfishes/756206256931405824/otto-and-atticus-part-9-atticus-birthday?source=share

The story above is much more sexual in nature.

These next stories follow Atticus and Otto through the Antique's Store where Otto is taking his spouse for their birthday and back home. They will, as far as I have planned, be much tamer and won't require a filter.

CW

Mentions of alcoholism and sobriety.

Fast but short-lived hiccups.

Generational gaps in understanding gender nonconformity.

Accidental misgendering of off-stage minor character.

Hiccups triggered by food.

Mentions of arousal/teasing.

Mentions of anxiety arising from being taken to a new place.

Mentions of anxiety/over-stimulation in being in a new place that is quite large and populated.

Mentions of soft bellies and body shapes.

Manual driving? I dunno, maybe someone out there has a trauma response to manual driving?

I use ellipses here to denote trailing off or uncertainty in dialogue. They do not mean anything nefarious. Just in case. I dunno. I'm 41. Please don't hate me.

Mild discomfort while hiccuping.

Disparaging Korean made clock movements.

Minors, do not interact.

Part 1: Soup

They had been driving away from town for a while now. Atticus looked out the window as they watched exit sign after exit sign pass. The writer was excited, but antsy. Classical music was playing from one of Otto’s playlists. It was helping to quell the anxiety somewhat, but their mind still swam as miles of road kept going by.

“You’re gonna love this place,” Otto said, noticing the nervous thrum of his partner’s fingers on their knees.

“Yeah?” Atticus asked, using Otto’s voice to ground them.

“Yeah. It’s in this big warehouse. There’s a food market there, too. We’ll get some lunch while we’re there,” he said. He took a moment to sip some water from the tumbler he’d brought.

Atticus sipped some from theirs as well, using his action as a cue. The water felt good and soothed more of their anxiety.

“Lots of clocks?” Atticus asked with a smile.

“So many,” Otto confirmed with a smirk in return. “And a whole slew of other things. It’s got old books, hats, belt buckles. Lots of old art, too. And there’s a lot of space, y’know? The aisles are wide. Super accessible. A couple started it back a few years ago. They had their own antique’s store, but when they started inviting other vendors to open booths in the first storefront it got so big they went in with the people that ran a small food market in the same strip mall and got this place. It’s a bit out of the way, but worth it for the quality of things you can find there.”

Otto drummed his fingers on the steering wheel a little and shifted as the speed of traffic changed. One day Atticus thought they might try to learn how to drive manual. Otto liked it because it kept his hands busy. He was naturally a high energy person and having something to do with his hands for long stretches of time was a plus. He also liked manual because he understood how it worked better than something like a CVT transmission. He had more faith that he could fix, if need be, his transmission than a newer car that depended more on electricity to accelerate and change gears.

“They sell tools too!” he continued. And Atticus smiled, enjoying the excitement in Otto’s voice. “I mean, they have the vintage tools like manual screwdrivers, but they have specialty tools they order new. They started ordering bulk from Timesavers sometime last year because so many of their vendors have clocks in their booths and some of them have missing parts and keys. So they sell a lot of clock and watch tools and parts. Really convenient. That’s how I first heard of it. One of my customers who’s a hobbyist told me about them. And the people who rent out their booths that I’ve talked to are just—they have some phenomenal stuff, man. Super nice people, too. The ones that I’ve met. Most actually know what they have and what it’s worth. They don’t up-charge from Google searches. They actually research it. Very few resellers, too. You know, people that order lots of cheap things from other countries and sell it for profit?

“Helped a few of them service a couple of clocks to sell or help them decide whether it would be worth the repair or not. Korean movements? Not really worth it, you know? Really cool atmosphere, though. It’s kinda like family even though it’s in this great big place. Everyone takes care of each other and has each other’s backs. They even buy stuff from each other’s booths!” Otto said and took another sip of water.

He downshifted as they finally turned on an exit Atticus wasn’t familiar with.

“Kind of like an...antique commune?” they asked.

“Yeah, kinda!” he agreed.

Atticus stretched with a yawn suddenly rubbing their belly, still accessibly soft with the heavy breakfast this morning.

“Think you’ll-um-get them again?” they asked shyly rubbing at the stubble on their face and neck. For all of the anxiety of being somewhere they’d never been, Otto’s hiccups were definitely causing some of the energy their body was interpreting into anxiety. They were full of anticipatory excitement at the possibility.

“I will definitely get them again,” Otto said with an amused sigh. “I can sort of feel it? In my chest and throat? It’s weird. On hiccupy days like this it’s like they’re just lying in wait. I do want to eat something before we start looking around, though.”

“Ooh, yeah. I could go for something to eat,” Atticus agreed.

From the outside the antique’s mall/food market didn’t look terribly impressive. But Atticus noticed how full the parking lot was as they stepped out of the passenger seat.

No sooner had Otto stood from the car than a man in a polo shirt exiting the front door called to him.

“Otto, man! You gonna buy some more clocks today?” he asked coming over to them. He seemed older, perhaps in his late 50’s early 60’s. He had a stout body-type, stomach hanging a little over his belted khaki pants. His beard was nearly all white. He seemed to have a lot of energy but his mannerisms implied an ability to be patient as well when he stopped and acknowledged first Otto with a pat to his shoulder and nodded to Atticus, clasping his hands in front of his belly while in conversation.

Atticus took a moment to consider why Otto was buying clocks. They hadn’t noticed any new clocks in the house. They tried to catch his eye but Otto flitted his gaze away as soon as they had locked eyes questioningly.

“Hey Gar! Yeah, man, we’ll see if we find anything. This is my partner, Atticus. It’s their birthday today,” Otto said with emphasis causing the other man to pull a quick face of recognition and then nodded, making a motion of closing his lips. “Atticus, this is Gary. He’s one of the owners of the antique’s gallery along with his wife Rose.”

“Hey, Atticus, Otto’s told me a lot about you! It’s really nice to meet you,” Gary said, holding out a hand.

“Uh, good to meet you, too,” Atty said. They subconsciously shifted their voice down. Talking to cis men gave them a desire to puff out their chest and make their mannerisms more guy-coded. They added a quick nod as they shook the man’s hand. “Hopefully he hasn’t told you too much!”

“Nah, only the good stuff! That you’re a writer and that you’ve been there for him through a lot. I’ve not known this guy for long, but glad he has someone like you on his side. Him and me, think we’ve been through some of the same struggles. We’ve talked a little about that. Anyway. I’ve also got a daught—sorry. Shit, I always flub that up. I’ve got a kid. They came out to me earlier this year that...uh...they’re non-binary,” Gary said.

“Yeah, it’s one of the first conversations we had, I think,” Otto interjected, having leaned a hip against the car in realization that this was going to take a second. He was used to Gary’s tendency to babble. Another quality, the clock maker mused, both of them shared.

“I think it was! But yeah, Otto told me about you and, I dunno, it made me a little less nervous for he-them,” Gary sputtered. “Sorry, I still mess it up a lot. I’m working on it.”

“It’s okay to mess up,” Atticus said. They’d made their way to stand beside Otto and their husband laid a soft hand around their shoulders. “As long as you correct yourself. It shows you’re trying. That means a lot.”

“I definitely am. Anyway, knowing there’s, you know, an adult out there that’s-uh-that’s non-binary and stuff. I was scared for them, y’know? How were they going to grow up? I mean, it’s not like there’s a path or...I dunno...I don’t know what to tell them or how to...help? But Otto told me about you and that you’re a writer and that you’ve sold your books and it’s just,” he sighed, seeming frustrated in his inability to articulate what he meant. “It gives me hope that they’re gonna be okay. If that makes sense.”

Gary laughed nervously.

“It does,” Atticus said with an encouraging smile. “They’ve got a dad that loves them so...I feel like they’re off to a pretty good start.”

“Yeah...yeah, damn. I’m sorry for talking your ears off! You know how I am, Otto. I gotta get going. The Mrs sent me on an errand and she is going to bite my head off if I get distracted! Anyway, good to see you again, Otto!” Gary reached in and Otto accepted a little hug from him. “Really nice to meet you, Atticus. I hope you have a good birthday. Cause this guy got you...well…”

Gary waggled his finger teasingly at Otto and the clock maker’s eyes widened and then narrowed as he batted the hand away.

“Dude!” he warned at Gary’s hint of what Otto’s plans were.

“I have had a pretty good birthday so far,” Atticus said, looking between the two suspiciously. “I feel like it might be a theme…”

“Get out of here, Gary! Stop talking!” Otto exclaimed, thwapping the older man on the back good naturedly as he finally started to leave.

“Report back!” Gary yelled.

“Shh!” Otto spat out as Gary went out of sight. “Jeez...can we just ignore that bit? Also, I’m sorry if that made you uncomfortable. He really is a good guy…”

“No, I can tell,” Atticus reassured him. “Really bad at keeping a secret, though.”

“The absolute worst. I dunno how his wife deals with him…”

“Well, you deal with me, so…” Atty said.

“Hm, true,” Otto responded smartly as he led his partner into the front door. He felt a pinch on his side and jerked. “Ow!”

“Oops,” Atticus responded curtly.

The inside of the warehouse was completely different from the out. There was a huge open space in the lobby with a secondary set of double doors leading to the antique mall portion but down a hall were various food market vendors and following that hall was the other half of the warehouse, more food vendors, and a large sitting area along with a secondary access to the antique’s mall space.

While the venue was bustling with business the open space made it seem much less crowded.

Decision paralysis and overwhelm kicked in as soon as Otto asked them what they were in the mood to eat and Atticus let Otto pick where to go as they followed taking in all of the visuals, smells, and sounds around them as they tried to adapt to the environment and space.

Otto ended up ordering a tomato basil bisque with a grilled cheese and Atticus waffled a little until they decided on a salad with grilled chicken, something to balance out the heaviness of the breakfast they’d eaten that morning.

Atty didn’t even really know what food vendor they’d ordered from or what had been available alternatively as they were so overwhelmed by exploring the atmosphere and people who walked by.

“I thought you said it was a small food market that partnered with...um...Gary and Rose?” Atticus asked as they took their food to the table Otto was walking toward. Otto being so tall offered a great guide to Atty as they often got lost in places like this.

“Yeah. Oh yeah, initially it was just that. Then they put the word out about the space and food vendors started opening shop. Lots of start-ups took advantage that wouldn’t have had the money to buy a store front otherwise. Rose comes from a lot of old money, apparently. Though you didn’t hear that from me. She put a lot into making sure everyone got an opportunity to take advantage of this spot since she knew the mall wouldn’t take up half the space of it,” Otto explained.

“Gary really does have no concept of secrecy, does he?” Atty noted.

“Not really, no. I think he spent a lot of his life trying to run away from connecting to people. Best way to do that is through alcohol, honestly. Even while you’re partying with hundreds of people you’re not really ‘there’, y’know? But yeah. He’s got some stories. Things that sort of shocked me. When he learned I was sober, I think he knew he could trust me and that I’d get it. I think he’s trying to make up for that lost time, now. He loves his wife and kid more than anyone I know. Guy’s got a damn big heart. And a really fucked up liver,” Otto added mirthfully.

Atticus snorted and then caught themselves, “Shit, should I laugh at that?”

“Yeah,” Otto said with a smirk. “He would.”

They finally sad down and Otto unpacked the soup. The smell was comforting and he found himself quite hungry despite still being a little bloated from last night’s antics and this morning’s food fare. Perhaps he was just as excited as Atticus seemed and that translated to wanting to eat? And he was excited. He really couldn’t wait to see his partner’s face at the surprise they had planned.

Otto swallowed the first spoonful of soup. It was very warm, slightly spiced, and he could feel the warmth go down his throat and immediately his diaphragm reacted to the change in temperature. He felt his body convulse involuntarily causing him to jump a little. Amazingly, Atticus was busy on their salad and hadn’t noticed.

He waited a second for any other hiccups, but none followed. Cautiously he took another spoonful, let it savor in his mouth and swallowed. The warm liquid triggered another spasm. He grunted softly. That hiccupy feeling in his throat intensified and he knew he was only a few more spoonfuls away from a full attack. That second spasm was more forceful, too. He wondered if he cold hold it off until he at least finished the meal. He paused, considering.

Atty caught him, body still and waiting, with same hand holding the spoon pressed against his mouth in a loose fist, spoon dangling from the tips of his fingers as he focused on something inwardly, eyebrows pinched a little.

“You okay?” they asked. The writer had been enjoying their salad more than they thought they would. They’d also been watching people pass by and taking in the social scenery. Otto being motionless caught their attention more than anything.

“Yeah,” Otto said tentatively, eyebrows pulling together all the more. “Every time I take a sip of soup I hiccup. They’re right here.” Otto tapped the base of his neck above his collar bone.

Atticus stopped chewing their salad to hone their eyes in on that place.

“Oh,” they said. “Um...you don’t feel sick, do you?”

“No-no,” Otto said, reassuring them quickly. “Just wondering if this is gonna turn into a full case...guess we’ll find out, hm?” There was a glint in his eyes. Of course there was always going to be a possibility of this becoming a day of hiccups, but part of him was delighted that it was actually happening. There would, of course, be consequences to his purposeful induction, but it was worth the adorable flush that came across his partner’s neck and wideness of their eyes.

Atticus swallowed their salad a little too eagerly and took a drink of water. They were extremely disappointed they’d missed the previous hiccups but, eyes trained on him now, they were determined not to miss anymore.

“Excited?” he teased, smiling knowingly.

“A little,” they admitted. “Not to an...actionable level.” They kept the statement diplomatic. Atticus really had no need to take care of their arousal again. But their body was going to react and they were going to be interested no matter what.

Otto chuckled at the terminology and jumped a little with another spasm.

“Hm,” Atticus said, feigning casualness.

Otto grinned a little and rolled his eyes in mild exasperation. Even though he’d only had the hiccups one time that day it was a strong and fast enough case that he knew any additional cases would be a little more exhausting than normal. But that excitement at seeing Atticus’ excitement was enough to be ready for the possible onslaught.

His hiccups persisted as he continued to eat his soup. His diaphragm reacted with each gulp and sometimes without the trigger of swallowing. They weren’t very strong, but he did still have to time his eating around them when they started to go off script of being triggered.

They got a bit more forceful when he started on the grilled cheese. Bread was the ‘enemy’ on his hiccup-sensitive days. He should’ve known that. Perhaps part of him had known that and wanted to give Atticus another show. Or perhaps it was just his absent mindedness forgetting what his triggers were on days like this. Regardless, the bready sandwich certainly encouraged the hiccup fit to strengthen. They became more audible, though still easily muffled.

Atticus continued to eat their salad, but they hardly tasted it as they watched Otto’s suppressed hiccups as he continued to eat despite them. His head and chest would jerk up and he’d have to pause for that half-second before taking another mouthful. As he began to muffle the sounds they started to make the writer pulled their legs together subconsciously. They were also getting faster and the adorableness of Otto trying to navigate the fit paired with the mild arousal they felt was almost too much. But it was an almost too much they could handle as they felt safe experiencing it.

A couple of times he was hit with a cluster of hiccups which he would let out a small grunt or sigh after before resuming eating. He probably didn’t even realize he was making the small sounds, but Atticus soaked up every movement and sound watching Otto in adoration. His hiccups and reactions were endearing to watch and their body let them know that it was paying attention, but Atty never felt the need to give into their arousal in the way they had this morning.

When he started in on his sandwich he jerked so powerfully and quickly that Atticus startled in how closely they’d been paying attention and the break in pattern of his hiccups. They heard a little thump in the back of Otto’s throat at that hiccup. The case also increased in speed and it was obvious Otto noticed as he chewed carefully and timed his swallowing.

A ‘hik’p!’ slipped out and Otto muttered, “Oh man…” He was no longer able to keep them all quiet or muffled with how hard they’d suddenly become. He could feel his stomach jiggling from under the table, how it jerked in and out. His neck movements caused his head to jerk hard as well, having to time eating even more carefully to line up the food with his mouth.

“Higgup! You just gonna-higgulp!-just gonna watch hilp!-watch me ea-hugguck!-eat this whole time?” he asked, amused.

“That was kind of the plan,” Atticus teased.

“Damn bre-herp!-bread made them wo-erp!-worse! Hickulp!” he said.

Even though, he used the last bit of that sandwich to sop up the last dregs of his soup, all the while jerking as his diaphragm and glottis continued to argue loudly over when to breath and when to not.

Eating that last bite definitely didn’t help. He took a few large straw-fulls of water but continued what seemed to have developed into a pretty powerful hiccuping fit. Otto was thankful for the food court being boisterous with activity as he’d yet to see anyone looking over his way despite how more audible they’d become.

But as much as he was enjoying the way Atticus was looking at him his neck had started to hurt again. It hurt in the back right where it met his shoulders. He couldn’t even suppress the motions on this case. Every hiccup came as a surprise to him. Usually, when he had them, he had the feeling he would hiccup a little bit before the next one, but as this case got worse he lost the ability to feel when the next one was going to hit. It was a bit unusual to not be able to predict them like he normally was. As a result his body was at their mercy even more.

Otto’s hand pressed against his chest and Atty noticed that his face had lost some of the mirth it had when his hiccups had begun. He didn’t look distressed, necessarily, but he didn’t really look like he was wholly unbothered, either.

“Oh man HUCKULK-man! These are hu-ULK!-are hard. ULK!Huck!-ugh! I can’t-ulk!-can’t tell when the-h’mlk!-their coming next ei-ulp!-either. Damn,” he finally admitted. He rubbed the back of his neck trying to take a measured breath through the onslaught. It was interrupted by more sharp hiccups and he winced, eyes closing for a moment at a particularly fast cluster. “HULK!HU-CULK!ULK!H’MUCK!mmk!”

A small hand slapped three packets in front of him so loudly he jumped a little (before he jumped with another hiccup). When he looked down Atticus’ hand lifted to reveal a packet of Real Cane Sugar, a white paper packet from a fast food restaurant marked ‘Salt’, and a plastic packet with yellow writing on it that said ‘Pure Lemon Juice’. Otto looked up to his partner’s smug face (as much as he could give them a steady gaze with how much he was jerking) and they grinned, lips pushing up the sides of their mustache into the apples of their cheeks.

“Never leave home without them,” they said a little haughtily.

“Do you HUCK-UCK!-always keep-HUCK!-alw-ulk!-ways keep these wi-UCK!-ith you? Huck!-HUCK’M!” he asked, grunting out another sigh as he started opening the sugar packet.

“Only when my extremely sweet husband decides to indulge in me for my birthday in a way that could bite him in the ass later on,” Atticus said.

“I think-HUCK!-there was-hulkUCK!-a compli-ulk-ment in-hulk!-in there-HUCK’L! some-uck!-somewhere Huck’l!HUCK!-uh!”Otto said.

“Otto,” Atty implored. “Sugar.”

“Yes hon-HUCKAH!-honey? Huck!HUCK!HUCK!Ow...” Otto exclaimed with a scowl at his interrupted joke. He wordlessly (though not soundlessly) opened the sugar packet and dumped it in his mouth.

The cure did the trick. For a few seconds he sat after he’d downed the lemon juice with some deep breaths, still holding his chest.

“You good?” Atticus asked. For some reason their hand had found his and was holding it as if giving him comfort. It seemed silly to do so for someone having something as seemingly harmless as hiccups, but those sounded and looked incredibly uncomfortable. And all of Atty’s research on hiccups led them to believe that hiccups could potentially cause great discomfort; they never wanted that inflicted in their husband.

He took another deep breath.

“Whew. Yeah. Sorry about that. They kind of got out of hand,” he said sheepishly. “Um, how was your salad?”

“I honestly have no idea...” they admitted looking down at their empty container.

“You got a little turned on, right?” he asked, voice low.

“Right up until the end, yes,” they said.

“Still…” Otto waggled his eyebrows suggestively.

“You’re just a little self-destructive, you know that?” they said.

“Listen, you’re the one who married an alcoholic.”

Atticus reached across the table and put either hand on the side of Otto’s face rubbing his short beard with their thumbs before squeezing his cheeks gently between their palms.

“I married a beautiful, intelligent, compassionate man who is also an alcoholic,” they said, amending the statement. “And it’s my birthday so I’m right and you can’t argue with me.”

“I don’t think that’s how that works,” Otto said, diction affected by his lips being squished between the hands on his face.

“It is,” Atticus assured him. They finally released his face and Otto grinned back.

“And it’s your birthday so…” he said, trailing off.

“Exactly!”

Cleaning up their trash and putting the reusable trays in a marked spot above the trash cans they both finally made their way into the antique’s mall area.

[spiraling-voids]

Hello, welcome to my interpretation of Great Astronomical Discoveries Pt. 1 on the stage. A yap session no one asked about but I still wanna share

*note: this is just for fun as I momentarily forgot that Pulp Musical was just audio for two weeks at one point. I’m also aware this might be difficult to do 😅

*another note: I’m not the best on sharing or planning how movement on stage goes as I don’t have any experience on a real stage. Plus, this thing isn’t completely fleshed out

Without further adu,

Stage: The background would be something similar of the Mean Girls musical background, a big ol’ screen. The floor would have a turn table. On stage right, there would be a little area for the narrator to be at and narrate/sing and play**

**Or it can be the radio that plays during each transmission and lights up a bit when the narrator (who is in the pit or back stage) sings/talks

So, we have our characters at center stage, Rose and Samuel and in between them is Benjamin. When the music plays that’s his que to open up the journal. When he opens up the journal, the background shows a bunch of writings and notes flying across the screen (right to left) then when the papers are gone it shows outer space and drawn stars

Rose and Samuel sing the first part while being in or around Benjamin’s bubble, their movements are like excited but not too excited. Idk what they do for sure here but on “and now we know” Benjamin moves to stage left and sits on a chair (or stands there)

Now, for most of the song, Benjamin is flipping through the journal to tell the audience he is reading what is being sung.

Now, the twins will be near the end of the turn table (?), while it spins the twins are walking like they’re walking in place with Samuel in front and Rose behind (totally not cause of sublet foreshadowing to episode 4 noooooo)

How they walk is different; Rose has a hand holding the brim of her hat, first holding the right half then slides to the left, then right, exedra as she walks. Her other hand is on her hip, can be a fist or not, idk. I’m not sure how to explain Samuel’s walk but it’s something like this

More movements can be added here to match what’s being said so you don’t continue to see them just walk.

As I’m not sure how to interpret or explain choreography until “He said ‘oh my god is that a pyramid?’” But I can say for the background, it shows simple yet colorful sketches or doodles of the story the twins are sharing.

For “oh my god is that a pyramid” Samuel looks at his sister as they say the line with excitement on them. Then turns back to the direction he was “walking” in

This part is again is difficult for me to explain. This is until, “when he saw something move…” the screen shows something move a little as it looks like Benjamin is trying to read more but it stops there.

Rose or Samuel slowly walk over to Benjamin and lead him back to in between the two as the background changes back to where they are (I forgot where they are here-) but they have to make it back center stage before “and now we know”

You might have noticed that I didn’t mention the turn table much, that’s because since I don’t have the whole thing fleshed out, it’s difficult to share the stopping and starting of the turn table

This has been “Flame’s insanity thought of this”, have a good afternoon, evening, and night

[timetravelersdoctor]

Can Tfp Autobots And Tfp Decepticons React To Tfa Soundwave Who Was Not Cybertronian But Who Was An Homemade Robot Created By Tfa Megatron Who Control The All Robot Helpers All Over The City And Who Kidnapped The Tfa Autobots And Put Them In His Secret Base Where He Put Them Unconscious And Who Make Them Enter Virtual Reality Who Tfa Autobots Are Humans And Brainwashed Them But He Also Brainwashed The Whole Tfa Humans And He Called Tfa Autobots To Renamed Them As Evil Autobots As Their Brainwashed Selfs And He Had Also Pet Bird Named Laserbeak And Who Transforms Into An Electric Guitar He Aids In Soundwave's Manipulations of Sound And Data Transmission He Can Hack Into Any Computer Acoustically And Also Can Focus Sound Into A Concussive Blast And Who Can Although Built By Soundwave And Laserbeak Possesses A Spark Due To Bearing A Tiny Sliver of The AllSpark And Had Pet Bat Named Ratbat And Transforming Into A Keytar He Aids In Soundwave's Manipulations of Sound And Data Transmission And Is Capable of Broadcasting On Multiple Frequencies All At Once This Allows Soundwave To Take Total Control Over The Minds of Any Human or Autobot that's Unfortunate Enough to Hear Ratbat's music Although built by Soundwave Ratbat Possesses A Spark Due To Bearing A Tiny Sliver of the AllSpark Instead of Refueling Through Conventional Means Ratbat Enjoys Sucking Out The Energy Out of Other Machines Especially Tfa Autobots And Tfa Soundwave Who Had Drones Army Of Himself But He Called Them Minicons

Hello sorry it took me so long to get to this ask I finally found some energy and perfect time to do this. Thank you for the Ask!

Tfp Optimus Prime: Optimus was surprised to learn that Tfa Soundwave is the creation of Tfa Megatron. He kinda finds it interesting that Megatron would do such a thing. Optimus would want to try to bring Tfa Soundwave on to the side of good.

Tfp Ratchet: He's finds it weird that Tfa Megatron created Tfa Soundwave. it's not that he doesn't think it's possible he just doesn't understand how Megatron of all people would create and entire sentient being. he finds the parallels to tfp soundwaves partners (can someone tell me how their official title is spelt please I would look it up but I am lazy) and tfa Soundwaves minicons to be very interesting.

Tfp Arcee: She doesn't like Tfa Soundwave all she knows is that he was created by Megatron and has minicons and that's all she needs to know before deciding that he is an enemy not to be trusted. she's proven right when she learns the story about him trying to brainwash the Autobots and almost succeeds.

Tfp Bumblebee: he semi pities Tfa soundwave after all being the creation of any Megatron is sad enough but he also knows that any soundwave is dangerous so he steers clear of Tfa Soundwave.

Tfp Bulkhead: Bulkhead doesn't understand what lead Megatron to creating Tfa soundwave and he cares not of the reasons. he feels that all he needs to know is that Tfa soundwave is an enemy.

Tfp Megatron: he finds it interesting that an alternate version of himself created that universes version of soundwave. he doesn't care of the reasons but he treats tfa Soundwave with the same respect he treats Tfp soundwave with. He figures that since Tfa Megatron created him that Tfa Soundwave would have even more loyalty towards Tfa Megatron which in Tfp Megatrons optics is a good thing.

Tfp Starscream: He would find Tfa Soundwave just as annoying if not more annoying as Tfp Soundwave because since he's smaller he can get in and out of places with out being noticed which makes him the perfect spy and that is a problem for Starscream seeing as he's constantly making plans to overthrow Megatron.

Tfp Soundwave: he likes this other version of himself not that anyone could notice. he likes that this version of himself all though small still found a way to contribute to the cause. he also would take a page out of Tfa soundwaves book and try to brainwash the Tfp Autobots.

[ki-irke]

Ground Zero

Prologue: Fresh blood

"Damn it, Bianca, you can't just leave Mystic Falls!" Klaus shouted, making me stop on the stairs leading to the floor where my room was. A sly smile appeared on my face as I turned to my friend.

"A bet, Klaus?"

Don't bet with me.

"How's it going, Klaus? Any pee break or no?" I asked, taking my eyes off the road for a split second to look at my grumpy friend, who was scrolling through social media. Klaus forbade me from going, even though after so many years (sometimes I forgot how many) I deserved a vacation. Wasn't it true?

"At least check where we are," I said, seeing that houses began to appear around. My new home, here I come!

 "Ten miles from some town called Beacon Hills," Klaus replied, taking a swig from his coffee mug. Then he winced as he put the cup back in its holder. "Gross"

"And yet you're still drinking it," I laughed.  “We'll stop at the nearest station and wait until morning. I'm getting tired"  I explained, and the man nodded. I continued to drive, when Klaus suddenly shifted in his seat, glancing intently in the side mirror.

"I think we'll might have to stop a little further" I furrowed my brows and looked in the mirror. I caught a glimpse of the driver of the car behind us in the mirror and smiled sly at him.

"Klaus, turn the music up"  The man did what I asked for and fastened his seatbelts. "This is going to be fun" I said, suddenly hitting the gas. The car following us was also speeding up.

"Any idea?" Klaus asked.

"Hunters. They're going after me for a few weeks. I changed gears and looked in the mirror.

"Automatic transmission is easier, you know?"

"Manual funnier," I said, shifting gears again. Seeing that the car was still following us, I frowned.

"God, I can't have one day off?" I asked, annoyed, and suddenly turned left.

"What's the plan?"

"We're stopping at Beacon Hills. Find some house on sale" he raised his eyebrows, but he didn't comment on it, he just started looking for a house to buy.  Money has never been a problem for me.  I had loads of them and liked to spend them.

"They're still coming after us?" I asked, focusing on the rough and dark road.

I could see well in the dark, but I preferred to be careful.

"Yupp, they are" he smiled slowly, slowly realizing what I mean. He stretched his arms out in front of him, stretching after a long trip. Wish I could do the same.

I noticed, that the road is closing, so I slowed down and swerved hard, making us face the car that was still following us.

Klaus quickly got out of the car, stretching his body and getting ready for a fight. I stayed in the car, carefully watching the car stop in front of my friend. I noticed something in the woods, like a pair of eyes. I ignored it, though. Seeing the second car, I got out of my car. Several people got out of the cars.  There weren't many, maybe five or six.

"Hungry?" asked Klaus, turning his head back to smile at you. You chuckled, showing him your fangs.

The man turned around, as hunters attacked him. They only paid attention to Klaus, which made me yawn and move closer to one of them. I tapped his shoulder twice, and when he turned around, I punched his nose. He tried to punch me back, but his eyes were filled with tears.

I quickly grabbed his hand that was outstretched towards me, and with no hesitation, threw him over my shoulder. As I leaned over to knock him unconscious, another man pulled me back and punched me in the nose.

My head snapped back and my whole body followed, causing me to fall over and roll a few meters. I groaned, feeling tears in my eyes making it difficult to see.

My other senses, luckily, still worked, and I sensed the man approaching me. 

He grabbed my right leg, lifting it up, and when he did, I bounced off the other which, thanks to my grace, allowed me to jump on his back. I wrapped my arms around his neck and squeezed hard, choking him.

When he finally lost consciousness, he fell forward, allowing me to stand calmly on my feet. I ran my tongue over my teeth, feeling hunger grow stronger through the smell of blood, but there was still one man left. I turned around, facing the last man back, as he fought with Klaus. I came up from behind and hit his temple, which made him lose consciousness quickly as he fell down. I looked at my friend and frowned, seeing as his mouth was already stained by blood.

"And here I was thinking, that you would wait for me with dinner" I sighed, shaking my head, as I moved to one man. I didn't know who it was, all that mattered was the beautiful smell of his blood. He must have had a good diet because his smell was the most inviting. I bend down extending my fangs again, and I quickly showed my fangs into his vein. His blood tasted amazing and fresh.

"Now, now, we talk about not getting used to fresh blood again" Klaus said, pulling me back. I turned around to him, rolling my eyes. He laughed as he came a little closer, gently wiping the blood from around my mouth.

"And now you look decent" he stood up again, giving me his hand to help me up. I accepted the help and when I got up we walked to my car together. Klaus got in, but I felt the need to look around the forest.

I was almost sure that I locked eyes with someone or something, but I shrugged it off and got into the car. I noticed that the sun was slowly rising, so I started the engine and drove away, heading for Beacon Hills, where I had been gone for a long time.

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

From Hell to Home to Back Again

Summary: At the talent show, Chrissy Cunningham is so hungry that she nearly collapses. When she's found by Hopper, her parents ended up losing custody of her. She ends up being placed in the care of the Hendersons, and she finally finds the family she so desperately needed. She also ends up falling in love. What other changes are made in this alternate universe?

@emen-98 @1lostsoul0fishbowl @vulpixsworld

Prologue . . . Chapter Twenty-Six

Chapter Twenty-Seven

"The week is long. The silver cat feeds when blue meets yellow in the west," Chrissy, Robin, Ronnie, Dustin, Steve and Eddie read together.

They had finally gotten the message translated. It was long after closing, and all the customers had left. They were the only ones left in Scoops Ahoy and in the mall. Chrissy still felt that sense of fear that something was wrong with Heather. It lingered in the back of her mind no matter how many times she reassured herself. She promised herself to call the Holloways when she got home. Hopefully it was nothing.

"It just can't be right," Steve said as he closed Scoops Ahoy.

"It's right," Robin replied.

"I think it's great news," Dustin said.

"How is this great news? So much for being American heroes?" Steve asked. "It's nonsense."

"You guys want to be American heroes?" Chrissy asked in amusement.

"It certainly would change people's perspectives of us," Eddie said and sighed. "As much as I try not to care about that. . ."

Chrissy and Eddie's hands swung together as they walked through the empty mall. Since no one else was here, Robin and Ronnie were doing the same. It was strange being in the mall alone at night. It made the hairs on Chrissy's neck stand up.

"It's not nonsense. It's very specific. It's obviously a code," Dustin said.

"What do you mean a code?" Steve asked.

"Like a super secret spy code," Dustin exclaimed.

"That's a total stretch," Steve said.

"I don't know, is it?" Robin asked. "I mean, after all that we have been through? With, you know, Higgins selling drugs to kids, Billy putting Chrissy in the hospital. . .Eddie's house blowing up because his father got him involved in a drug heist. . .and other things. . .okay, so let's say this is a secret Russian transmission, what do you think they're going to say? Blow the warheads at noon?"

"Yeah, okay, so you have a point," Steve frowned.

"She usually does," Ronnie said and then frowned. "I'm just going to ignore the other things that you won't tell me about. I trust you, I guess."

Robin looked guiltily at her and then shared a look with Chrissy. She looked back with sympathy, knowing how much you wanted to talk with your partner about these things but also knowing you couldn't. Robin quickly changed the subject back to the secret message, discussing with Dustin what it might mean. Meanwhile, Ronnie stared at her suspiciously. Chrissy had been watching them so closely that she didn't even notice that Steve had fallen behind. They found him putting quarters into a little horsey ride for kids. He fumbled with his change and cursed as it spilled all over the floor.

"Hey! I need a quarter," Steve said.

"Are you sure you're tall enough for that ride?" Robin asked and Eddie snorted with laughter.

"QUARTER!" Steve yelled urgently and Robin tossed him one.

They all watched him as he put the quarter in to start the machine.

"Need help getting up, little Stevie?" Robin asked, and Dustin laughed.

"Would you two just shut up and listen?" Steve asked as he pointed at the Indiana Flyer.

"Holy shit," Dustin realized. "The music. . .the music!"

"It was on the tape!" Chrissy gasped.

"Shit, nice catch, Stevie," Eddie said and clapped him on the shoulders.

"I don't understand," Robin said.

"It's the exact same song on the recording," Dustin told her.

"Maybe they have these in Russia," Robin said.

"An Indiana Flyer? I don't think so," Steve said.

"This code. It didn't come from Russia. It came from here," Steve said.

They all stared at the rocking horse in shock. Russians in Hawkins? No fucking way. Chrissy shared a look with Eddie. Well, there was another world under Hawkins. . .why not Russians, too?

"No way, that's insane. Russians in Hawkins, you've got to be shitting me," Ronnie said. "What would they be doing here? This is a joke, right?"

"Oh, yeah. Total joke. Got you!" Robin chuckled weakly.

"Okay, babe, you're a terrible liar," Ronnie said. "What the fuck is going on? What aren't you telling me?"

"What? I'm not - I am telling you the truth!" Robin exclaimed.

"I don't think any of you have been telling me the truth since Chrissy was put into the hospital," Ronnie sighed. "But whatever, if you don't want to tell me what's going on. Fine."

Ronnie walked off, far ahead of them. Robin watched her, looking sadly at her retreating form.

"She's not going to let this one go, is she?" Robin asked.

"She's Ronnie Ecker. Of course she isn't," Eddie said. "I hate lying to her, too."

Eddie put his arm around Robin and hugged her tightly. Steve moved to her side.

"Hey, if Nancy and I can get through this, then so can you and Ronnie," Steve said. "She's just mad because she cares about you, about all of us."

That night, they all went home with their thoughts running wild. Chrissy went to the phone and immediately called the Holloways.

"Hi, Mrs. Holloway," Chrissy greeted cheerfully.

She never really had a problem with her, but her husband, on the other hand. . .he was a real meathead. She knew Heather hated how much her mother drank, though, because of him.

"Oh, hello, Chrissy, how are you?" She greeted politely.

"Oh, I'm good, Mrs. Holloway," Chrissy said. "How are you?"

"Well, some days are better than others but I'm getting by," she said.

"That's good. . .well, I was calling to check on Heather to see how working at the pool went," Chrissy said.

"Oh, she absolutely loved it until that awful Billy fellow started working there. I know how much he bothers her. You're such a good friend for checking on her," Mrs. Holloway said. "Heather isn't here right now. She's spending the night at Tina's, I think. Hopefully, my baby will be a good influence on that girl."

Chrissy rolled her eyes. If only she knew. . .which she didn't. Heather's mother was usually too deep in her own problems to notice what was going on with her daughter. She didn't even know Heather was a lesbian or that she and Chrissy used to date. After talking with her for a while, Chrissy was finally released from the conversation and hung up the phone. She went to her room and plopped on her bed, feeling a sense of relief. Heather was with Tina. So. . .why did she still feel so worried? Chrissy rolled over and hugged Peggy to her chest, letting Eddie inside her head. She drifted off to sleep with Eddie's presence washing over her.

The next day, Chrissy was dragged to Scoops Ahoy by her very annoying brother. Robin was leaning against the counter with headphones over her ears as she looked over the translation again. Meanwhile, Steve was busy trying to cover for her. The last customer walked away, and the Hendersons took their place at the counter.

"Ready to scout the area for any. . .enemies?" Dustin asked cheerfully.

"Yeah, just hold on," Steve said as he took off his hat and apron.

"Oh, hey, I didn't ask. . .how's Nancy doing at the Newspaper?" Dustin asked.

"Oh, well, she actually has an investigation of her own going on. Something about the rats going crazy and eating fertilizer. . .I don't know what that's about, but Nancy's determined to crack the case even if those stupid misogynistic assholes at the paper try to stop her," Steve replied.

"Well, I'm sure Nancy will show them," Dustin said.

"Yeah, she's great like that," Steve said smiling fondly.

"STEVIE! DUSTY!" they heard a voice yell.

Eddie skidded into the ice cream parlor with a pair of binoculars around his neck. Breathing heavily, he stood in front of Dustin and Steve. He was wearing his cutoff shorts again and a stolen polo of Steve’s. He had torn off the sleeves as well. Eddie was wearing a bright pink scrunchy of Chrissy's in his hair. It wasn't that strange. They had all stolen each other's clothes from everyone amongst their friend group. Gareth had stolen a couple of pieces from Jeff and Eddie. One of them was a red flannel that he cut the sleeves off. Robin either stole from Tina or from Ronnie or Steve. Nancy, Chrissy, and Heather usually swap amongst each other. Robin always joked that no one would be able to tell if anyone was cheating. It was just something that they did.

"Jesus, I don't think the entire mall heard you, Eds," Steve said sarcastically. "Might want to yell a little louder."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. . .Reporting for duty, captain," Eddie said, and Chrissy cleared her throat. "Oh, hey, Chrissy. . .what are my orders?"

"And he greeted me like I wasn't his fucking girlfriend," Chrissy pouted.

"Oh, shit, no! Hi, my love!" Eddie exclaimed. "I swear I'm just excited about the quest."

"I'm really worried that you really are going to leave me for Steve," Chrissy said.

"What?! No, I love you!" Eddie yelped. "Baby, listen. . ."

Eddie pressed his forehead against hers, and she smiled as she felt his love for her pour through their connection. Chrissy sighed happily.

"I love you, too," She said and paused. "Okay, I've decided. You can go play your little spy game with Dustin and Steve."

"Yes!" Eddie exclaimed and kissed her deeply, pouring everything he had into the kiss.

Chrissy watched him fondly as he took off with her brother and Steve as they went to look for evil Russians. Ronnie had entered just as they had exited.

"Do I want to know?" Ronnie asked.

"No," Ronnie and Chrissy said.

"I came here with him, but the asshole took off when we came through the door," Ronnie said. "I figured he was excited to see you, Chrissy."

"At the end of the day, he'll come running to me when he tires himself out," Chrissy giggled and stepped aside to let Ronnie approach the counter.

"Are we okay?" Robin asked Ronnie.

"I thought a lot about it last night, and I can't force you to tell me if you're not ready to. It's just frustrating not knowing what's going on with the people I love," she said.

"I'm sorry, I wish I could tell you," Robin said softly.

"Well, that makes me feel a little better," Ronnie said. "I love you."

"I love you too," she said. "Does it make you feel even better to know that I wish I could kiss you?"

"It does. . .you still working on that message?" Ronnie asked.

"Yeah."

"Let me help."

" . . . A trip to China sounds nice if you tread lightly," Robin read the other part of the message to her.

Ronnie leaned against the counter, frowning thoughtfully. Yeah, Chrissy couldn't figure it out either. Before Ronnie could open her mouth, Erica Sinclair marched her and her friends into the parlor to take advantage of their company policy. Ronnie and Chrissy moved back to let Robin deal with her. Once that was done, they went back to it until a delivery guy dropped off a package for Scoops Ahoy, and that's when Robin connected the dots. The message was talking about the stores in the mall. It was a time and place for them to meet or to drop something off. Chrissy and Ronnie had stared at her like she was crazy as she stood up tall in the middle of the mall. Although, Ronnie looked at her more appreciatively. They had run into the guys on the way out, and they had followed after them.

"I cracked it," Robin said. "I cracked the code."

It was how they later ended up looking down at the back end of Starcourt wearing raincoats late at night as the rain came pouring down on them.

"The things I do for you," Ronnie muttered, and Chrissy giggled.

"There's your Russians," Robin said.

"What do you think in there?" Steve asked, talking about the boxes they were moving.

"Guns? Bombs?" Dustin asked.

"Chemical weapons," Robin said.

"Dragons," Eddie said, and they all looked at him. "What? Like that idea is totally out of the realm of possibility?"

"Well, whatever it is, they're armed to the teeth," Dustin said as he looked through Eddie's binoculars.

"Great, that's great," Steve said.

They watched as the Russians down below opened a set of double doors to put boxes inside a room.

"It's just more boxes," Dustin said.

Of course, Steve and Dustin had to fight over the binoculars. Their tussle ended up causing a ruckus and alerted the armed guards. They all quickly ducked for cover, and Chrissy squeezed Eddie's hand with hers. She noticed Robin, Ronnie, and Steve doing the same. They managed to make their way safely back inside and out of the rain.

"Well, I think we found your Russians," Robin told Steve.

"Holy shit! Russians really have invaded Hawkins. . .what the fuck?!" Ronnie exclaimed. "I mean, why would they come here of all places? What's so special about Hawkins?"

Chrissy shared an uneasy look with her brother, Eddie, Robin, and Steve. Ronnie definitely didn't miss the way the way they all tensed up, and she let out a frustrated yell.

"Still excited about your quest?" Chrissy asked Eddie.

"Not so much," Eddie said. "The minute I saw the guns. . ."

They all waited inside the ice cream parlor for the rain to let up, and then they all escaped the mall. Eddie offered to drive Dustin and Chrissy home, squeezing in the back of his van with their bikes. He dropped a quiet Ronnie off at her house, wincing as she slammed the door. Chrissy crawled into her spot.

"I hate when she's mad at me," Eddie nodded.

"She'll understand," Chrissy said softly.

"Is it really that much safer if she's left I'm the dark?" Eddie asked.

"We have no choice, Eddie, we all signed NDAs," Dustin spoke up.

"Yeah, I know," Eddie replied. "I just put her through hell before with lying to her and everything about what happened with my dad."

"Yeah, you put Chrissy through hell, too," Dustin said, narrowing his eyes at him. "Don't think that I forgot about that. Any, you can NOT tell because they'll cart all of us off to jail or juvie or foster care. Hell, maybe they'll kill all of us and cover it up. Whatever they do, I'd rather we keep our family together."

"Dustin!" Chrissy exclaimed.

"What? It's the truth!" He yelled.

"You could be a little more sensitive about it," Chrissy said.

"I don't know how anyone can soften the blow for that," he replied.

"By the way, I think you're being a little hypocritical for someone who ended up being the one that let it slip about all of this," Eddie said.

"That's exactly why I'm saying this, Eddie! I did all that to impress a girl! I brought something dangerous into the house! It killed Mews, but it could have killed Chrissy or our mom or you! Bringing you into all of this, it's my fault. I can't stop you from following me and making sure I'm safe and we have no other choice but to stop these bastards from coming into our home! We have to cause as little damage as possible, and we can't worry about NDAs or worry about more people getting involved when they shouldn't!" Dustin yelled.

It got quiet in the van, and a moment later, they heard Dustin sniffling. Eddie stopped the van and turned around.

"I'm sorry, shrimp," Eddie said.

"I'm just tired," Dustin said softly as he rubbed his eyes. "I just don't want anything to happen to anyone, but I also want all the shit that we've been through to mean something."

Eddie leaned over to wrap his arms around Dustin, hugging him tightly.

"You've got the biggest heart of anyone that I have ever met," Eddie said. "Never change, Dustin Henderson."

"I won't," he said and sobbed into Eddie's shoulder.

"You don't have to carry this crap alone either," he said. "Okay?"

"Okay."

"We're going to get through this together," he said.

Chrissy watched them fondly and let them have their moment before wrapping her arms around both of them. After all the tears were shed, Eddie pulled away and started the van back up. When they pulled up in front of their house, Chrissy turned to her brother.

"Why don't you go in? I'll be there in a few minutes," Chrissy asked.

"Why? What are you going to do to Eddie?" Dustin asked.

"Do you really want to know?" Chrissy asked and Eddie snorted.

Dustin huffed, pulled the door open, and slammed it before storming into the house.

"I love you," Chrissy said softly to Eddie.

"I love you, too," he replied and paused. "You know that I don't want anything to happen to Ronnie either."

"I know that," Chrissy said. "And Dustin does too."

"Do you think the reason that the Russians are here is because of the Upside Down?" Eddie asked.

"I can't think of any other reason they'd be here," Chrissy said.

"Yeah," Eddie said. "Fuck!"

"I'm tired of this shit, too, Eddie," Chrissy sighed.

The wall that they had put up earlier was still there, and Chrissy could feel it now more than ever. She hugged him but they didn't kiss goodbye and as she walked to the front door, she couldn't help but wonder why she didn't kiss him. Maybe she was just too tired. When Chrissy entered the house, she found their mother fussing over Dustin and his wet clothes. Claudia had immediately turned on her as well. After drinking hot chocolate and watching some TV with their mother, they went off to bed. Dustin had nodded off on the couch and nearly spilled his hot chocolate. Chrissy crawled into bed and curled up with Peggy Munson. Thoughts of Russians, Eddie, and Heather filled her head. It was too late to call Nancy and talk about it all with her, Chrissy thought as she drifted off to sleep. Shit! Steve said something about Nancy investigating rats, and she had been dreaming about rats. Chrissy fell asleep before she could question it further.

Chrissy was falling, and she was falling fast. She was in the void, and she could hear someone calling her name.

"Chrissy?!"

"Heather?!"

She appeared before Chrissy, looking gaunt and scared, tears running down her face.

"I just wanted to help. I know he hurt you, and even though he did that, I couldn't help but reach out to him. . .but there's something wrong with him, Chrissy. There's something wrong with Billy, and I don't know where he brought me. I don't know where I am," Heather sobbed.

"Heather, what happened?" Chrissy asked.

"He attacked me, and there was this monster. . . ," she cried.

"What monster?" Chrissy asked.

Suddenly, the void and Heather disappeared. Chrissy was standing in an old abandoned house.

"Chrissy. . .she does NOT matter to you," a voice in the darkness called out to her. "She's unimportant, unlike me. . .you shall soon discover. . .where your heart truly belongs. . ."

A dark figure came rushing out at her, and vines wrapped around her body. Chrissy screamed. Darkness overcame her.

Chapter Twenty-Eight

[familyparadox]

A while a ago a made a short piece of Book of the War apocrypha to act a trailer to a fan film I never ended up making due to to scheduling conflict and the fact that no I know in real life knows much about Faction Paradox. There where supposed to by other parts composing short “Book of the Remote” but that to never came around when it became clear that that the film would never be made. I have decided to put it up here to see if anyone is interested in giving it a look

Crowley | Remote Participant | 20th Century

A Remote agent of particular passion and guile, currently living on earth in the 1980’s. Unlike most wartime agents she is not discreet in fact that she sees things from a wartime perspective they are almost blatant in this fact. She is a loud punk singer, attempting to create a shift in Earth culture away from a ruling elite and towards a remote style anarchic society. The most obvious clue to her identity as a member of the Remote is the lyric in one of her songs the lyric “.. Where they keep him doped on beer and hopes, Of television dreams he's living on the screens...'' This is a clear reference to the Broken Remote, the New Young Gods and the Jallama Reed Transmissions. The Reason they have not been noticed by other wartime agents is due to this bluntness they are so obviously a member of the Remote no one would ever think they are a member of the Remote. Crowley (the name having nothing to with the occultist or the character in a popular novel about devils and angles, and in fact is a name they once took on in movie criticising how some punks where selling out to the corporations they were supposed to be fighting) has made their presence know and whilst not the most popular due to the fact that they refuse to work in anyway either the major corporations of the music industry. Whilst her fan base may be small they are incredibly loyal. It is also worth noting that left wing Punk culture itself has surprising similarities with the Remote in much the same way that the Vodou practitioners of the 18th century had with the Faction; and so it is unsurprising that at least one of them would be sent to integrate with this social culture.

[dearweirdme]

sigh https://twitter.com/lrtendencias/status/1697094916378137071?s=46

Hi anon!

So this is what the article translates as to me:

"Will BTS's Taehyung talk about BLACKPINK's Jennie on 'You Quiz'? V from BTS will appear on the program 'You Quiz On The Block' this September 6, and his participation sparked a series of speculations about the topics he will address.

BTS's Taehyung continues promotions for his solo debut after releasing two tracks as part of his album 'Layover'. The visual of the most important group in South Korea today, recently became a trend not only for his musical skills, but also for the alleged relationship he has with Jennie from BLACKPINK.

Will you talk about this romance in your next interview? Will V mention Jennie? This speculation went viral due to an article that a controversial Korean journalist posted on his website. "In particular, there is anticipation as to whether he will bring up the dating rumors with BLACKPINK's Jennie, which caused a stir in the media for a while. He is also expected to talk about his individual activities aside from BTS, as well as his future plans during his military hiatus. ", is read in the post of the communicator. The content of the interview and the program in its entirety is unknown, but what is presumed is that the artist would not talk about the BLACKPINK singer, since for this they would have to have the permissions of their agencies and anticipate the reaction of both fandoms. , ARMY and BLINK.

BTS's Taehyung on 'You Quiz': schedules The transmission of this program will be given by the signal of the tvN chain, this September 6 at 8:45 p.m. m. according to South Korean time. Check below the hours that will be handled in Latin American countries."

Words to notice here are "speculations", "anticipation", "content is unknown", "presumed". In short, they know nothing. The 'needing permission of their companies' also goes against the actual statement of the companies which was "it's the artist's personal life". So all in all, nonsense and just a stirring of fandom to gain clicks.

I highly doubt Tae will mention anything about Jennie, in fact... I find it more likely he will say something to shade the whole thing.

[whenimgoodandready]

What is funny? Is it a joke we tell? A mere coincidence? Or a ironic twist of fate that makes us question life itself? Sometimes what’s funny to someone may not be so funny to someone else. The monkey is one of the most funniest animals in the world, but it’s also known as the wisest. The Monkey Miraculous represents honor, instinct, swiftness, and playfulness. It gives the user the power to make other peoples powers malfunction so as to have the user have a high advantage to defeat their opponent. Kim was gifted with this miraculous to save the heroes when the chips were down (“Party Crasher”). Fitting since he’s the lovable jokester. However, with this kind of power given to a villain, it’s not funny. Just who and what can they use it for? Let’s see:

*Derision-In the past couple of eps, we saw that Marinette Dupain-Cheng had trouble saying “I love you” to her boyfriend Adrien (“Perfection”), but finally talked to her friends about it (“Migration”). Despite that progress, what is still keeping our poor pigtailed protagonist from saying those 3 little words!? To answer that! Let’s go waaaaaaay back to “Miraculous B.C” (“before Césaire”. You’ll see why I call it that)

(memory flashback harp music plays)

꒰ఎ✨Back in the 8th Grade, when everyone looked the way they did in that quick flashback photo of “Reflefta”, Bunhead Marinette had a crush on, I sh*t you not, Yellow/Red Hoodie Lê Chiê’n Kim! Yes! That Kim! The obnoxious sporto! The guy that challenged people to stupid dares (“Timebreaker”), insults animals (“Animan”) and bullies his classmates (“Origins Part 2:Stoneheart”). That Kim! Course, Bunhead Marinette was too in love to notice these flaws and even her best friend White Sweater Socqueline Wang thought it was ridiculous. Utterly ridiculous! (this is why I called it “Miraculous B.C”). Remember Soc? The “Other” Ladybug who runs the art store (“Jubilation”) who helped the new dynamic duo with her supplies (“Kwami’s Choice Part 1:Transmission”) and even our OG heroes too (“Perfection”). Yeah! She was our Alya stand-in. Bunhead Marinette invites Yellow/Red Hoodie Kim to the local swimming pool to confess her love to him there and Chloe (same as ever) convinces Yellow/Red Hoodie Kim to prank Bunhead Marinette as his declaration of love. Unfortunately, it did a number on her…….a real bad number! The rest is all ancient history✨໒꒱

(memory flashback harp music plays)

Back in “Miraculous A.C” (“after Césaire”), Adrien takes Marinette to the local swimming pool for their date and she starts having panic attacks from her last romantic encounter there and it almost gets her akumatized as “Panic”. Almost! Our girl kept her cool once again! Strike 3! Monarch! You.Are.Outta herrre! You stupid Butterfly Boy! He tried to do that the first time making her “Princess Justice” (“Ladybug”). What would that have looked like!? A blindfolded villainess holding a scale, wielding a sword and wearing a tiara that forced people to tell the truth!? Puh-lease! The second time was “Unmasker” (“Exaltation”). Let me guess, a fully covered up villainess that only has their face exposed so as to show that there are “no secrets” and magically removed whatever face shield a person had!? C’mon! Now here, it’s “Panic”!? Idk what they would’ve looked like, but I’m assuming her power would be to make others run and panic like crazy. Phffft! :P. Doesn’t Monarch know he can never ever akumatize our girl!?😏

After Kim gives Adrien and Ondine the brief history of “Miraculous B.C”, they call him out on his awful stunt and it gets worse when Kim foolishly mentions how hot Chloe is, in front of his own girlfriend, then he gets annoyed by them not having a “sense of humor” and is akumatized as Dark Humor, with the power of the Monkey Miraculous (his given miraculous), that makes him shoot arrows of randomness at people causing them to pull cruel pranks on innocent civilians. His second akumatized form and, appearance wise, it’s sh*t! It’s basically just an inverted coloring of his Dark Cupid look with the addition of his swimming goggles on! Monarch wasn’t trying again was he?🙄 He couldn’t have at least given him a dark jester suit or something!? Ugh! Obviously, judging by what I just said, I prefer his Dark Cupid look. His power was the only effective part about him cuz it did screw up Ladybug’s “Lucky Charm” power, but she made it work. He’s not as quick as our buginette is😏.

There you have it folks! The reason why Marinette Dupain-Cheng is the insecure, anxious, elaborate planning, schedule memorizing and creepy stalker that she is for the past 4 seasons, why she went from a “Heart Thinker” to a “Head Thinker” and why she struggles with her relationship with Adrien. It’s.All.Kim’s.Fault! If he hadn’t pulled that creepy crawly prank, Marinette would’ve been happy and with a boyfriend! Marinette didn’t wanna repeat of blinding moving forward with a guy and so she became a research freak and that way she’d be more careful and not fall for any more tricks! It’s no wonder why she didn’t fall for Cat Noir upon first meeting! He reminded her too much of her first failed crush! Then again, if Kim hadn’t pranked Marinette, that would also mean none of the events in the show would’ve happened either. There were good moments and breakthroughs that changed the whole shtick of things that slightly changed the status quo. Whoa! Talk about your “butterfly” effect! Badum-tish🥁. In Miraculous B.C, before our golden boy and aspiring journalist came into the story, Chloe dominated the school (even outside of it) with an iron (and nail polished) fist and everyone, including the staff, was too afraid to stand up against her. Poor Marinette, before gaining confidence with the Ladybug Miraculous, was a complete doormat to Chloe’s neverending bullying (sighs sympathetically), but not Socqueline! Thanks to her and her Kung Fu fighting, she prevented Chloe from publicly humiliating Marinette. Sadly, it also got her expelled 2wks before graduation. Sorry Soc☹️. Now we know why Marinette became fast friends with Alya. She’s just as bold and assertive as Soc! That’s good cuz we need someone to keep Marinette grounded and encourage her to be brave. Kim didn’t mean any harm though. He just can’t see when a joke crosses the line. The real person at fault was actually Chloe who orchestrated the whole thing and Kim fell for it hook-line-and-sinker cuz of his crush on her (“Dark Cupid”). Luckily, he grew out of it and moved on to someone better (“Syren”). Thanks to Ondine, he got character development and even apologized to Marinette. Thank you, Kim! He finally got the wise aspect of the monkey! Adrien was pissed af when he found what Kim did traumatizing Marinette and for the second time, almost committed murder! (“Jubilation”). Adrien, I know what he did to your gf was wrong and it’s why she can’t say “I love you”, BUT THIS IS NOT THE WAY TO GO! After Kim turned over a new leaf, Adrien confronted Chloe to do the same, but as you’d except, the b*tch said “No” cuz she only cares about herself. Oh Adrien, if you couldn’t convince her to change (“Despair Bear”) and mean it (“Queen Banana”) or have the heroes give her a chance by officially giving her the Bee Miraculous (“Malediktator”) and teach her a lesson about being a better person by taking it away from her (“Battle of the Miraculous Part 2:Miracle Queen”), what makes you think she’ll see the error of her ways herself!? Chloe is a notoriously entitled b*tch who thinks she can treat everyone, mostly Marinette, as if they’re lesser for “fun”! Nobody can convince anyone that they can redeem Chloe! (remembers being spoiled by “Revelation”) OH SH*T!

[puppycatpawprint]

Tell me about the 100 Gecs lore please I want to know!!!!!!! :)

im shocked anyone found that post thank you for asking LOL here u go, mostly copy pasted from my discord server but also edited a bit since i listened to literally every gec song ever for some reason: -

this lore starts off with the album named after the band, 100 gecs, which followed the journey of two stoners and a talking dog. the first song in my made-up little lore series, dog food, is about a wizard of some sort who communicates and lives through a dog they found and take care of. the song sounds like it talks about how a deceased someone is currently buried, and how they seem to talk to laura and dylan through the dog. laura and dylan start getting ~magic texts~ that they let go of as kinda spammy since there are 80 unread messages. what those messages are about are unknown, but eventually the dog goes missing, which leads into fuck teeth, being seemingly about laura starting to be able to transform into a dog and starting to notice everyone close to her all leaving her behind and then dylans just coming across her mid transformation and doing drugs with her (thats a lot of this lore weirdly enough). they get so fucked up and high he tries to feed her his own leg, but she breaks the transformation somehow and they dont really question it. they both revel in their powers and continue doing drugs. in the final song, laura sings about now how she has everything she could ever want in the world (twenty-five bands and a single gecko...?) but is a bit lost about how they came to be magical, trying to talk to dylan on the phone, not really realizing she's not using it cause it died- but actually using telekinesis. this is all also while on fucking drugs cause it isnt 100 gecs without good ass weed.

it continues with 1000 and 10000 gecs- 1000 gecs, is about laura and dylan BEFORE they became magical. 745 sticky is just about wanting to be rich and famous, and how theyre essentially there but dont feel adequate enough- spending all their money and waking up early all the time just to perform and make music to no end, slowly not enjoying it but still going as its keeping them alive. money machine is about a rival they encountered, a big guy with a big truck. unfortunately, money machine is not actually linked to lore, but i like to speculate that the rival put a curse on them to make them always unhappy about being famous in the first place. which leads into 800db cloud, where laura and dylan literally sing about how they miss either being with a lover, and miss smoking weed and having fun because theyre always leaving town and having to defend themselves from strange amalgamations that come after them when they smoke or start to feel happy. I Need Help Immediately is a transmission from something they called the tree of clues they overheard one night, but they ignored to go horse racing and try to make more money. stupid horse is about how they lost a LOT of money due to that Truck Guys Curse, and they stole a horse who essentially leads them to the tree of clues. it sends laura and dylan home with Magic Weed after ??? something happens, and a magic fly drives dylan fucking insane & he kills it and thats where all the newer music starts coming in where theyre flying around and shit. i wud nvrstop u, gecgecgec, and gec 2 u are all unfortunately just normal songs with no relation to the lore. no new album yet, but TWO songs are currently up to date with that lore: mememe and Doritos & Fritos. mememe is about dylan and laura talking shit to their exes, while demonstrating their newfound abilities of flying and reality manipulation, letting go of the past lives as just normal famous people. Doritos & Fritos explore a town thats being somewhat devastates and confused by laura and dylan, who are now just flying around the world being stoners

jesus christ this was less organized b4 i actually heavily edited this. LOL the end is all i kept intact, i hope you enjoy this silly dump abt nonsense i thought up

[loversys-x3]

Alright before we get started I just wanted to screw around a little with the Security Breach DLC trailer's reveal of Eclipse. Basically having cementing at least one of the fire endings as canon. Thus, throwing a fucking wrench into my original rewrite of Security Breach to have Mint as canon. This won't be anything cohesive, just a few headcannons.

Things that have stayed the same:

- Sun still tends to not leave the Daycare area (or what's left of it) if he can help it, but this time out of fear. Mostly because the rest of the building is unstable and collapsing in on itself at random intervals. Moon is a little less obligated to roam, but he does stray out at a small range.

- Sun and Moon are still contained within one body.

- Afton Virus has been dealt with in only two animatronics ( Moon and Music Man (maybe Freddy if you squint)), but Mint is still responsible for debugging it out of Moon.

- Moon is still a little shit thanks to the ✨theatre programming✨

- Gregory is not homeless, he's got Mint as a human dad figure.

- Mint is still mutuals with the really horny engineer Y/N from that one fic.

- Post Afton fight fire, Mint becomes unemployed. They still do their mechanic work at home with various hobbyist projects. This comes in handy when they find their boyfriends later.

- Mint and the animatronics are still friends! It breaks their heart to see what had happened to them after they return to the Pizzaplex.

Things that diverged from the original spitballings:

- Mint does not have time to run back in to get Sun and Moon out of the burning pizzaplex safely. They know this and cry heavily on the night of the fire in the parking lot. For more than just them, but it's a major reason they were upset.

- Despite the fire, a lot of the innards of the Pizzaplex are left intact, minus the fact the building has collapsed slightly into the ground.

- Mint is the only one that was able to exit the building that night. Gregory and Freddy end up trapped in the sewer / depths and somehow make their way back up into the main pizzaplex.

- In the parking lot, they get a transmission on their Fazwatch from Gregory from under the building. It's heavily distorted, but it's a sign that he's alive. Mint cries more due to this, but is relieved he's alive.

- Mint returns to the pizzaplex the next day, strapped up in the equivalent of hiking gear in search of their son Gregory, their boyfriends Sun and Moon, their friends consisting of the main animatronic cast, and some surviving mechanical equipment to take home and fool with.

- Unknown plotpoint detected, I'm not sure what's driving the DLC's story yet so I can't really write on where Mint fits into the story.

Probably very very very canon divergent spitballs:

- Mint finds Cassie first, and discovers she's in contact with their son via transmissions. Mint helps Cassie stay alive in the ruins for a while until they encounter the daycare area. Out of mutual interest of finding where Gregory is so the group can leave.

- Once at the daycare, Mint literally breaks down and weeps when Eclipse bursts the door open to greet the two.

- Despite the daycare attendants' damaged appearance, that doesn't stop Mint from embracing them immediately. They physically try to comfort Mint, but are also a little shaken up. As both parties thought they had died.

- Cassie is noticably confused, and beckons Mint to continue on their ventures, but Mint refuses and apologizes profusely. They stay behind with their boyfriends.

- Cassie continues the DLC on her own after resting up at the daycare/doing the section there if that's applicable.

- Mint examines their boyfriends' body for injuries and cries a little more. Is a little concerned about the fact one of their feet is missing, constantly asks if they're in pain and if they can do anything to help.

- Mint spends hours helping them repair a handful of damaged internals with some of the tools they packed. Having jerry-rigged one of the various generators in the daycare to be used as a power supply for their soldering iron. Sadly, they cannot do much about their outer shell at that moment.

- Mint asks if they know where their foot went as they had hoped they could reattach it, the answer was yes. However the metal was crushed beyond repair without some specialized process being involved. Defeated, Mint packs it into their backpack in hopes that once they leave they can do something about it later.

- Sun and Moon can still walk relatively fine without it, but seem to crawl on all fours for long distances. It leave behind a distinct metal scraping sound either way.

- Mint discusses their next course of action with Sun and Moon, undecided if they want to visit their old workshop, get them back up to the surface so they can be safe at Mint's home while they continue the search for Gregory, or drag them along to go find Gregory and return later for looting. They decide on the latter and leave the area together.

- The rest of the DLC plays out as vague as that sounds. IDK where to go from here. Mint, Sun, and Moon find their son big whoop. What happens to everything else? Idk yet, we'll see.

- Low-key hoping Mint just dedicates their post-DLC livings to just working with horny Y/N to restore the ruined animatronics to their former glory. Fazbear Entertainment and Vannie DNI.

And uh yeah. That's all I got. The DLC hasn't actually come out yet, and even the trailer makes it unclear if Freddy is even "in-tact" (as much as he could be due to his wear and tear by the Afton Ending). There's a lot of things up in the air rn and I absolutely cannot wait for Steel Wool to release the Ruins DLC. I'm going to be eating so fucking good when it comes out istg.

[outpost-31]

alright posting about it because I love it. for a rock human I had to create a stand. here it is

it's named after this song, but I just call it Arpeggi for short.

It's Layne Funagata's stand, one he had since before ever joining the org.

I've already explained it so . transcripts of lazy midnight conversation under the cut

also layne's stand has rings of eyes surrounding its face like the ophanim but instead it's head functions like a 360° camera because it's a mechanical stand. does this make sense. the rings are attached and rotate around a fixed point (the 'face'. still deciding what it is)

fun fact. because it's meant to look like a seraphim. arpeggi also has several pairs of wings. HOWEVER. theyre entirely mechanical and have cables attached to them like a powerline. it's such a strange thing, it's mechanical but also some parts of it are carved out of rock

ohh my god that reminds me. arpeggi follows the jojolion trend of extremely mechanical humanoid stands and. ok let me get a definition

now this is what the song is named after right. for this reason I thought it would be cute for arpeggi to have a mess of thin wires in their chest that are pulled tight enough for you to play like a harp. guess what those multiple arms are for. guess how its ability activates

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OH this isn't a cosmetic thing. the ability activates when it pulls on the strings

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layne is a conman and for that reason arpeggi is both a mix of the gambling stands in the series (osiris, marilyn manson) and yet also relies on unknowing hypnosis

that's what the chords do. it's a very obvious cue but the playing of the music with the ability. it`s literally designed not to be noticeable and for your brain to just tune it out. he openly cheats at bets and arpeggi grants him immunity because it leaves whoever he's playing with completely ignorant to his cheating. it doesn't actually change anything about your mind, you don't act any different and he can't command you, but it quite literally rewrites what youre seeing and displays something else like a mirage

he openly rigs a card draw to benefit himself? you see him playing entirely fairly as long as arpeggi is playing its music

this also works for other things which makes fighting him disorienting and confusing, especially because arpeggi only has to strike one chord for the effect to take hold. however in that case it only lasts for a limited time, for a constant effect it needs to play a song

he just uses it for bets and gambling. for the fun of it. never anything too serious, he does it for the fun it seems which is why he backed out when he met araneri and saw hof

the way he rigged araneri's bet was by pouring him shots of liquor that was much stronger than they'd both agreed to drink to get him to tap out early. and then hof manifested and he gently switched their shotglasses around

fun fact, arpeggi IS kindof biological but only in some places. the inside of its chest and its hands and its eyes (including thr ones on the rings)? that's it. you can see Biological Pieces in there when you look behind the strings to see it play but most of them are encased in rock or metal and don't move much. and its eyes usually stay closed

only its hands are the most noticeable. it only plays with 4 at a time because the others are more mechanical and produce a worse sound on the strings, which it genuinely cares about and gets annoyed by. they're much more dexterous than metal could be and much softer so those 4 are clearly skin despite how they look

then thr main body seems to be composed of metal and filled and draped with electrical wiring like a transmission tower including the blinking red lights and. then the head carved out of stone in the middle of the rings. it's a beast and i love it

I mentioned it has multiple pairs of wings. it does, they're just mechanical. 2 of them though are petrified like they were encased with clay and rock and also have moss growing on them like layne's hair and. are unable to move. it drapes multiple wires and lights over them since they're stable and they won't fall off

got too lazy to type the last one

[boricuacherry-blog]

Stone Temple Pilot and Velvet Revolver frontman Scott Weiland discussed in his book, Not Dead & Not for Sale, a particular incident that happened when he was 12, years before he started down the path of music and addiction that would come to define his life.

He recalled a "big muscular guy, a high school senior...[who] rode the bus with me everyday to school...invited me to his house." There, Weiland says he was sexually assaulted in this person's home and then threatened into silence.

"The dude raped me," he said. "It was quick, not pleasant."

Weiland went on to say that not only was he indeed too scared to tell anyone at the time, but that the memory was repressed, only being unearthed during therapy sessions much later in life during one of his many stints in rehab. "Therapy will do that to you," he said.

He also revealed that after an argument with his first wife, Jannina Castaneda, which resulted in Weiland leaping from a moving car to score heroin, he ended up at the Chateau Marmont hotel in Los Angeles with none other than Courtney Love, saying, "She was one of my dealer's best customers."

His marriage to Castaneda would fall apart by the late 90s. Before the divorce was finalized, he began dating former model Mary Forsberg, who he married after a stint in jail. They would have two kids together, Noah and Lucy. But after several domestic-violence incidents involving police - both were arrested at different times; Forsberg once torched $80,000 of his clothes in their driveway, which she documented later in a memoir - the couple divorced in 2007.

That same year, Weiland's younger brother Michael died of cardiomyopathy, a heart issue from drug abuse. After this, Weiland started smoking crack.

"Scott loved his brother," Michael's widow said. "It devastated him. I don't think he ever truly recovered from it." She also says his ex-wife made it hard for him to see his kids.

Speaking of his first time trying heroin, Weiland wrote, "The opiate took me to a place I'd always dreamed of going. I can't name the place, but I can say that I was undisturbed and unafraid, a free-floating man finally free of demons."

The tragedies of his adolescence in the book are laid bare, though he rarely elaborates. While he expresses guilt over his part in failed relationships, he rarely reflects on the lasting damage done to ex-wives, former bandmates, family members, friends, and ultimately, his two children.

But that could possibly be attributed to his addiction, as there is a different tone, a higher level of care and an acute sense of self awareness in his adolescence that is noticeably absent in the rest of the book.

His brother Michael's death seemed to have a foreshadowing effect on Weiland's life, even when he doesn't say so explicitly. Any desire heard in his words to stay off drugs was gone after that. His attempts at meaningful connections are eclipsed by his need to withdraw, as is often the tragedy of the pinnacle of addiction. When he was diagnosed with bipolar, it was much later in life.

On album Shangri La Dee Da, Stone Temple Pilot's last album before their initial breakup, Weiland sings songs about addiction and manic depression, and the songs themselves seem to deliberately embody the fluctuation of addiction. Listening to Bi-Polar Bear or Transmissions from a Lonely Room can feel like hovering near a black hole. Weiland was reportedly sober for the album's recording, describing the process as a kind of restoration of "innocence" which he associated with the band's debut album, 1992's Core.

Right before he died, Weiland was on tour promoting his 2015 album Blaster with his new band, the Wildabouts, after releasing two solo albums, 12 Bar Blues, and its follow up, "Happy" in Galoshes, years earlier.

12 Bar Blues in particular seemed at the time an expansion of Stone Temple Pilots' 1996 album Tiny Music...Songs From the Vatican Gift Shop. It's an odd, cracked looking glass of a rock record. It doesn't particularly resemble grunge in rhythm or composition. They deliberately absorbed the Beatles and glam rock into the design of their songs. The guitar tone is skeletal - narrow and fluorescent, like bone - and Weiland suddenly sings in a higher, more fragile register. His delivery - reptilian yet conversational - was heavily informed by David Bowie.

In 2011, two years before he was kicked out of the Stone Temple Pilots, he was at a small show promoting his Christmas album, The Most Wonderful Time of the Year. Wrote one critic, he "danced in his old way, a sort of boneless shimmying, but it was muted and weary." He was surrounded by jazz musicians and small constellations of Christmas lights. They gently crept through a strange jazz arrangement of the Stone Temple Pilots song Vasoline.

After reuniting with Stone Temple Pilots again to release a self-titled LP, then being fired from the band for announcing a solo tour of its greatest hits without their blessing, he was back with a new band, the Wildabouts, when guitarist Jeremy Brown died of an overdose. At the same time, Weiland was experiencing episodes of paranoia and mania caused by his bipolar disorder. After a show at Boston's Brighton Music Hall, Weiland hosted a disastrous VIP meet-and-greet session, heckling one fan with "Let's suck a dick!" and insulting others who had paid $150 for the interaction.

"Some girl hit on Scott and he goes, 'You know what? You can go f**ck yourself. Do you have any idea how much I love sucking my wife's pussy?'" recalls his wife, photographer Jamie Wachtel. Weiland later apologized publicly on Facebook for acting like "a total asshole."

That same month, he threatened to twist the nipple of a reporter. "I've never felt more disrespected in an interview and am honestly shaken by the experience," said the journalist in an email to Weiland's publicist.

Jamie had confronted Weiland's bipolar episodes before. "He would be on the couch with a drink, smoking and watching whatever mindless television," she remembers. "I started to see he had paranoia and some of the bipolar stuff started to come out." He kept his curtains closed all the time. "At one point, it was so bad I had to move out because he was unstable." They found one medication that worked, but he gained 40 pounds, so he stopped taking it. Eventually, they found a medication that leveled him out. "For the last couple of years, he was doing pretty great."

Then, on the Wildabouts spring 2015 tour, his behavior became scarily unrecognizable. A video of him singing one of his songs in a painfully off-key rendition went viral. It turned out that his prescribed dosage of the antipsychotic drug Geodon was too high. "I thought he had some rapid-onset version of Parkinson's or something," Jamie said. After an adjustment, the change, she says, "was like night and day." Weiland was regularly taking six prescription drugs, and had hepatitis C, likely contracted from years of intravenous drug use.

When Weiland learned his mother Sharon had progressive cancer, it took him a step back in his progress. Sharon had divorced his father when he was only 2, and part of it was due to Sharon's previous alcohol problem, which was confirmed by his father Kent. Sharon had been sober for 25 years. When she learned that both of her sons were heroin users, it would prompt a slip.

Weiland was on the road touring when wife Jamie says she got a text from him saying, "I'm so in love with my beautiful wife." She tried to call and text him back but got no response. It wasn't like him not to get back to her, especially on a day off.

By the time tour manager Aaron Mohler had gone to check in on Weiland, he had already been dead. He had overdosed on a combination of cocaine, ethanol and methylenedioxyamphetamine (an analog of MDMA). Other significant conditions noted were atherosclerosis, cardiovascular disease, asthma, and multiple-substance dependence. Plus, he was on prescription medications Lunesta, Klonopin, Viagra, Dalmane, Buprenex, and Geodon.

Four days after Weiland's death, his ex-wife Mary Forsberg published a letter in Rolling Stone alleging her ex-husband was an absentee father. She also filed court documents asking to be named executor of his will, alleging that he had $2 million in assets and a trust with an undisclosed amount of funds.

"I don't know under what mattress she thinks she's going to find $2 million, because it sure as shit isn't there," said Jamie. Public records show more than $147,000 in state tax liens on Weiland's property. "He was broke."

A funeral was held at the Hollywood Forever Cemetery, a place where Jamie and Scott used to watch movies frequently. Stone Temple Pilots three surviving members were there, but Forsberg and Weiland's two children were not.

"I didn't think it could physically hurt to miss someone, but it does," says Jamie. "I miss him. We all do."

Some interesting genealogy:

Scott was the son of Sharon and Kent Kline. He was adopted by his stepfather, John David Weiland. Scott's paternal grandfather was Paul D. Kline (the son of Peter Kline and Catherine "Katie" Walters). Paul was born in Pennsylvania, of German descent (Kline is a German name). Peter was the son of John Klein and Catherine Hayne. Scott's great-grandmother Catherine "Katie" Walters was the daughter of George Walters and Elizabeth Schneider.

Scott's paternal grandmother was Florence Gilbertson (the daughter of Oskar Vilhelm Aleksander Gulbrandsen, later William Oscar Gilbertson, and of Anna Elise Arnesen). Florence was born in Illinois, to Norweigan parents (it all makes sense now). Oskar was born in Oslo, the son of Ole Martin Gulbrandsen and Gurine Pedersdatter Halvteigen. Anna was also born in Oslo, the daughter of Gulbrand Arnesen and Anna Bergitte/Birgitte Hansen.

Scott's maternal grandfather's surname was Williams.

[carvinglittleholes]

was listening to my Paul Simon tape earlier specifically his 1972 self titled album (one of my favorite albums of all time, such beautiful songwriting and gentle tender delivery I even have it on vinyl 2) and on Duncan when he said "just thanking the lord for my fingers" everything went away again and I felt okay. I'd been listening to King Harvest by The Band when the power went out for the first time so I just decided to listen to my tapes and shit I'd recorded before. lost my Who tape........ but anyway. by the time the storm had died down two old trees next to our apartment fell in front of it, we could get out luckily, but walking up to the tattery dying branches now on the concrete felt scary somehow knowing they'd be carried away and I'd just never see them again. sappy I know no pun intended....... we decided to drive through town to see the damage and there are dozens of trees and limbs knocked down everywhere, blocking roads and lying next to houses. didn't see anyone's house cave in luckily. but after those words from Paul Simon I felt incredible. I think that the radio well maybe not the radio specifically but the radio as a mode of transmission speaks into everybody I just think that you have to tune into it.... no pun.... intended....... (sorries) I don't know what it was but "it" affected the way I interpreted the music, I don't know it changed the context of everything and it was like every song I played in the car spoke into my soul and read the scripture the pit in the middle of my mind is hiding from the rest of my brain, like it knew what I felt and was relaying to me what id yet to describe in words. well I guess that it described my inner emotions for me long story short. by the time we got back the power was back on so of course you guessed it i watched The Last Waltz GEHEH. so here I sit of course listening to more music......... and The Who have been figuratively speaking to me in ways I've never heard from them before, it feels different like I really understand their music completely now. there was also this short video on The Band I watched from a few years ago when Levon and Robbie were still alive and they broke down Up On Cripple Creek in a way that sent shivers through to my bones. I will never listen to that song in the same way again, the way they broke down Garth's double organ playing and Levon's punchy drumming/vocal style was magical. also anyone ever notice John Entwistle's obsession with skeletons? hrm. anyway it's as if the more I listen to this music the more enriching it becomes. sort of goes into this theory i have (based on other theories) that the more time you commit to a piece of music or even a phrase or lyric then the more power it holds as a whole in its energy. Its truly a miracle and I'm forever grateful because I could have never imagined for magic to be alive within such an accessible form. I will never shut up about it. so here are some songs I felt a strong spiritual pull from today

-"Christmas", The Who

-"Shelter From the Storm", Bob Dylan

-"King Harvest", The Band

-"I'm Waiting For the Man", Velvet Underground

-"Born to Run", Bruce Springsteen

-"Duncan", Paul Simon

[izel-01]

Finally got a job been working the past days a lot of labor but so much fun and pays good but it’s never enough for them istfg I’m exhausted literally lots of heavy lifting and building shit so obviously my fucking body is aching so fucking bad but it’s really worth it but not to them

I’m tired physically but mentally it’s helping me and my coworkers are amazing the bosses are so fucking nice and I’m so excited but bc of all the heavy lifting it’s taking a toll on me I’m just exhausted

Recently had to get my transmission oil changed and fix my rear light but the stupid fucking mechanic drilled a hole or sum shi in my car cause on the first day on the job I saw my car leaking oil and took a vid and later showed my mom and she said we’ll talk to my stepdad

So we did and I showed the vid to him, then he goes to check and says nothing is dripping so then we put some cardboard under my car left it for a min and sure enough it’s oil leaking and the STUPID MOTHERFUCKER HAS THE FUCKING AUDACITY TO TRY AND PIN THE BLAME ON ME ?!?!?!!?!! I only had my car not even a a day and this bitch says Idk how to drive my own fucking car?!

So the past 2/3 days I’ve been getting rides from my mum but she goes to work early but I don’t start until 2 hours after her so I’m just sitting outside of the store as the sun rises in the heat and humidity but I’m sucking it up cause I don’t have any other choice

And ways I’m working 8-10 hours at this hard labor job in the heat, humidity, and rain which I really don’t mind like I said it’s worth it but even if I’m exhausted cause my literal fucking muscles are fucking hurting and today I had to wait almost an hour for all these fucking cunts to get in the car to pick me up but then also go to their store after which whatever it is what it is I can’t do shit about it but then after being at the store for another hour I’m fucking tired my legs are literally throbbing with each step

I’m done I’m tired I can’t help but be fucking pissed they know how tired I am and how much I’ve been working but they don’t care this woman had the day off and her stupid fucking husband had most of the day off only worked at least 3 hours and I had to go to work late bc I start 2 hours after them so I already gave my manager a notice beforehand but still that’s hour I LOST but it is what it is anyways I just keep snapping at them cause I’m tired it was too hot to wait in the car and god forbid if I stayed in the car with ac on but finally we leave and both mum and sister are basically mocking/complaining about my attitude this bitch goes “what’s your problem” I straight up told her angrily “I’m tired!” And this bitch just says “ then go” as she signals the exit…

This entire time they’ve been supportive of me finally getting a job and I’m so happy for this job too but for them to have a problem with me having to WAIT and SHOP AFTER WORK just is not okay so as soon as we go in the car I put my earbuds in and blast loud music cause I don’t want to fight I just wanted to go home eat shower and sleep but I can’t do shit in peace I think they tried talking to me but I can’t hear shit from them but when it was changing songs I heard my mum and her husband making fun of me so it’s just never enough I didn’t even get to eat I just took a shower and planning on sleep early might have a big breakfast tomorrow idk I’m tired

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Shortwave Radiogram, 8-13 June 2023: Digital modes that pay no heed to the brightest cosmic explosion

I hope the fires, smoke and haze that affected much of North America in the past week have not had major adverse effects on you. I don't think they will impede our MFSK transmissions. Thanks to all of you who participated in last weekend's comparison of MFSK16, MFSK32 and MFSK64. My apologies for not tweeting my results during part of the weekend. On Sunday morning we discovered that our house had no internet access and no landline telephone, both provided by Verizon Fios. Attempts to fix it by way of self-troubleshooting and via the Verizon chat failed, so a Verizon technician visited on Monday. After checking all the systems, he determined it was a bad splitter in the Fios hub located a few blocks away. As part of the repair, he also replaced the Optical Network Terminal (ONT) on the side of our house, and the power supply for it, located in our storeroom. The new power supply no longer has a battery backup, so if we have a power failure, everything goes down. Anyway, during the internet interruption, I was able to tune in (via direct reception) and decode Shortwave Radiogram broadcasts (thus demonstrating the concept). But I could not tune in via remote SDRs, nor could I provide or receive updates via Twitter and email. The results of the experiments, based on your interesting reports, reminded me (because I had forgotten) why we don't usually include MFSK16 in our programs. MFSK16 is a robust mode in difficult reception conditions, but MFSK32 text succeeded almost every time MFSK16 succeeded. So we might as well transmit MFSK32. As for the images, I noticed a rather high failure rate among the preambles (triggers) of the MFSK64 images. This is probably because of the speed of their transmission. So I am considering using MFSK32 for the images, at least on a trial basis. The resolution of the MFSK32 images is fairly close to that of the MFSK64 images. (Images this weekend will be MFSK64.) A video of last weekend's Shortwave Radiogram (program 307) is provided by Scott in Ontario. The audio archive is maintained by Mark in the UK. Analysis is provided by Roger in Germany. Here is the lineup for Shortwave Radiogram, program 308, 8-13 June 2023, in MFSK modes as noted:   1:46  MFSK32: Program preview   2:58  MFSK32: SpaceX's Starlink Wins Contract for Ukraine   5:52  MFSK64: Why was brightest cosmic explosion exceptional?* 10:44  MFSK64: This week's images* 28:37  MFSK32: Closing announcements Please send reception reports to radiogram@verizon.net And visit http://swradiogram.net Twitter: @SWRadiogram or https://twitter.com/swradiogram (visit during the weekend to see listeners’ results) Facebook group: https://www.facebook.com/groups/567099476753304 Shortwave Radiogram Gateway Wiki: https://wiki.radioreference.com/index.php/Shortwave_Radiogram_Gateway

Other Shortwave broadcast programs that include digital text and images include The Mighty KBC, Pop Shop Radio, and This Is A Music Show (TIAMS). The schedules for these fine broadcasts are posted here.

WØMM in Houston received these images Saturday, 3 June 2023, 2300-2330 UTC, on 7570 kHz from WRMI Florida ...