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[calamitouscynic]

just blocked around 30 fucking porn bots following me

christ alive

[rosemarytrash]

me drama posting cuz i actually had a really good experience today but it was rly nerve wracking lmao

in case some of you didn't know, i currently live in montana!! it's a nice enough state for its nature and the like, but politically it's kind of a shit show. pros and cons y'know, but as a trans guy it's fairly lame. also, bcuz geography is important, i live in eastern montana, not on the cool western side where all the mountain queers go hang out. that's generalizing a lot but it is what it is so bare with

anyway, back in 2021 there was a bill passed (SB 280) that effectively made it impossible for trans people to change their gender marker on their birth certificate or other identifying documents without having a sex change surgery, while at the same time writing in that no surgery exists to change your sex on a chromosomal level or any of that bullshit. whereas before that bill was passed, montana law was a little more loosey goosey about it. mainly in that it didn't yet have a republican legislature hyperfixated on a culture war to drum up support so trans people weren't really IDENTIFIED by the law, which was ironically kind of easier to navigate. idk, shit weird, i'm no expert

anyway, tbh, i never really CARED about changing my gender marker. i changed my name legally back when i was like 15 or 16 and i believe, at that time, i had the option to simultaneously change my gender marker. for whatever reason, i decided not to. i think it had something to do with healthcare and trying not to fuck up the future possibility of getting on T, which didn't happen for another year for me. i've also always been fairly loose about my gender identity in terms of a full identification with maleness/manhood. like, i'm a guy, i'm a dude, don't call me anything except that, but on a deeply personal level i see myself a little more in between on that kind of scale. maybe something inherently non-binary but no label has ever quite fit the bill, so trans guy with an asterisk will have to do. anyway!!! i don't really recall why i made that call, but i had, and it truthfully never really got me into any trouble. for all the times i later had to flash my ID, even to this date, i can only really recall one time where a gas station clerk gave me a weird look and said "sir... ma'am... sir-ma'am... here ya go" when i was buying cigarettes lmao. i was never questioned about it by employers and as far as i know was never turned away from a job because of it (which is good because montana doesn't have employment protections for trans people (last i checked)). so i truthfully spent a good 7 or so years relatively unbothered by this fact or by the fact that i had an F on my driver's license. it was inconsequential to me

recently though with republicans doing more and more lines of anti-LGBTQ cocaine and more people becoming aware of trans people, it's been unsettling here. y'know just mildly discomforting. and mentally that is fatiguing. i've also only now encountered some bureaucratic bullshit that's like okay, wow, this is actually going to be a bigger problem in the future and i'm not wanting to deal with that. mainly in the form of i'm getting married here soon, we want to try and do some kind of honeymoon adventure in the distant future, so for that i need an passport and from what i've read that can be a real fucking headache for trans people and it can be even harder to change in the future. so like blugh. i'm also in the process of applying to grad school and it's just--kind of annoying to have to identify myself a certain way. it's weird cuz i won't pretend it's put me in some life-threatening situation or there's anything that feels DIRE about needing to change it, but it just feels like there'd be a lot less awkwardness and vulnerability if i did. ironically when montanans were less redpilled i didn't care about changing all my legal shit over, but now that your average grandpa here thinks of trans people as botched teenage girls or child predators in bathrooms and THAT's their reason for getting out of the house to go to the polls next year, well yeah now i give a shit about "deceiving" the system. idk it's dumb

anyway i actually KNOW the girl who is the plaintiff against the govt in the lawsuit against SB 280. she's really cool and it's cool that i know her. i ended up reaching out to her a few months back to ask how that was going and what it meant for changing your gender marker in MT. and fantastically i had found out that late 2022 the judge on the case had issued an order that forced the DPHHS to suspend its practice under SB 280 since it was a fundamentally unworkable law and to return to its original practice prior, which allowed trans people and frankly anyone else with good enough cause to change their gender marker without meeting some bullshit made up requirements by the state.

it then took me months to get the gumption to actually write, edit, and file a petition for it. which i finally did today, and it surprisingly all got done in an afternoon, even though hypothetically the courthouse at 1PM on a tuesday should've been fairly busy. i'll be interested to see how it goes, because just cuz it's filed doesn't mean anything is certain. to my knowledge, LEGALLY, it should be a done deal, i should get an order from the judge that will allow me to get a new birth certificate and a new driver's license and all that jazz. but what do i know? the judge may want to have a hearing about it, which could be incredibly awkward in a courtroom full of other people waiting to have their cases heard, but idfk. my fingers are crossed that it'll go okay.

and it was kind of a good experience? i was as anxious as one could imagine. i'm a bearded dude walking in with paperwork asking kindly for an F to become an M lol. and the gals at the courthouse were momentarily confused, raised a few brows, had to talk to someone to see what the current rulings were in that previously mentioned lawsuit, but they were nice enough about it. they got my shit filed, they took $120 from me rather apologetically cuz that's what shit costs to file a civil petition in the state district courts. i get to find out by email if the judge will just approve the order i drafted or if he's going to want to speak to me. and i'm hoping either of those things happen before the wedding so none of that paperwork becomes a headache.

anyway this is a long post cuz i have a lot of thoughts and either i ramble on and on to my fiancee about it or i just splurge on whatever few unfortunate souls decide to read this :) thx if you do. there's no point really to any of it yk just airing out some thoughts i guess. i'll go draw some gay shit now <3

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Unrelated to previous post I am also absolutely fascinated by extremely skilled and prolific fandom authors who stalwartly refuse to tag their fics, even with characters. Like I know that I'm one of the younger crops in fandom, old enough to have dealt with fanfiction.net bullshit but also young enough that I have no clue how LiveJournal worked (and thus by extension can't use Dreamwidth and have less than zero interest in learning), but even without accidentally pulling a tumblr-style tag rant I still adore tags. Why do some authors not use tags at all? Like what's... what's the point, what's the end goal here? Write a fic you don't want anyone to read? Baffled and confused every time I see it. Ma'am/sir/esquire, why the fuck are you on AO3, the We Love Tags And Tagging Fanfiction Archive? 👀

[heyyyharry]

“My Girl” Instagram #17

(They keep making fun of each other and fans go crazy)

For readers of both the self-insert and OC version, Bambi’s Instagram handle is @diaryofawriterwannabe (because I’m too lazy to edit every post to @yourinstagram for Tumblr 😂)

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[theonetheycallhannah]

The Treatment of Captain Syverson-Chapter Four: E-Stim

Pairing: Captain “Sy” Syverson x OFC (Shane Benton)

Summary: Shane deals with the consequences of her email to her boss, both good and bad. A mortifying situation has an…unexpected outcome. Emotions run high in the fourth chapter of The Tx of Sy! Behind on the action? Catch up HERE! 

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: Language, some angst and emotions. (Like I literally cried writing part of it) And like, an asshole boss…but if you stick it out with Susan, you won’t be disappointed.

Disclaimer: Unfortunately for me, Henry is not mine, le sigh, and all mention of him, his characters, any characters from his films, or his precious doggy, Kal, are strictly for transformative and recreational use. I neither ask for, nor accept payment for the work I post on Tumblr or AO3. Unbeta’d because this is for fun and escapism.

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Shane had spent her morning getting ready for work and treating her first patient with a whopping headache…maybe a small glass of wine would have been more responsible of her. But she slept like the dead, which was the goal.

She took a moment before her second patient to check her email…there was a reply from Susan.

Shane, come to my office at your next possible availability.

No "thank you" or "please" or "fuck you very much." just an order. Last she checked, SHE wasn't in the military. Since Heather wasn't in yet, she messaged the secretary on duty, Marsha, to see if she could find a way to make an opening in her morning. She wanted to get this meeting over with.

Sure, Shane. Looks like Cory could take your next patient, if you like. He's seen him before.

Perfect. Please make that change and block me for a meeting with Susan. Thank you so much.

She saw Cory walk by, and warned him. "Cory, I'm having Marsha move Mr. Greenbaum to you next hour. I need to meet with Susan about something." she rolled her eyes.

"Oh, shit. Okay. No problem." Cory knew all too well the fuckery that a Susan meeting could entail.

"I really appreciate it. I owe you big time."

"Nah, Mr. G is cool. We just talk about huntin' and stuff."

"He'll probably like that we switched, then." she laughed. And headed for what felt like the principal's office. Bleak and miserable.

She knocked on the door, and was told in an all too cheerful manner to come in.

"Hey!"

"Morning Susan."

"Close the door and have a seat, Shane."

She typed away for a moment before fully engaging…as was her way. She thought it gave her the power. It really just annoyed the fuck out of everyone.

"So, tell me what's going on with this patient you emailed me about."

"Well, he's an ACL and MCL tear, traumatic, plus a dislocated patella. He did it during a mission in Iraq. Ummm, he's improving a lot. Potter did the surgery. He had him keep the crutches about two weeks longer than we thought he would, but--"

"No I mean…this relationship. What's the deal, here?"

"Oh, there's not much to say about it, really. He's been fairly flirty from pretty early on. I've been able to ignore it, but to be honest, I think he's a really great guy, and I think he deserves better than me ignoring his advances, especially when, to be honest Susan, the feelings he has for me are not unrequited." her heart was racing. More than if Sy had been in the room flirting with her, but so much less pleasant.

"I don't think you should see this guy until the treatment is over. What if it doesn't work out and he doesn't want to come here anymore because of you." That hurt…not that it wasn't rattling around in her head, too.

"Well, Susan, to be honest, that's one reason I haven't spoken up about this already. I have that fear. But he's been very adamant about it lately, and it's been on my mind a lot, and I think I owe it to the both of us to see it through."

"I think I should call this guy. Let me pull him up."

She gave her his details to get his information pulled up in their system. God, this was embarrassing. She should have known this nightmare was coming.

"Hello?" a gravelly bark came across the speakerphone.

"Hello, Mr. Syverson?"

"Captain Syverson, yes, Ma'am." She wasn't expecting him to pull rank…and he did it so politely.

"Sorry, Captain Syverson. My name is Susan DeForrest, I'm the manager here at Fort Wood Therapy Clinic. How are you this morning?"

"This side of the daisies ain't worth complainin. What can I do ya for, ma'am?"

"Well, I have Miss Benton, your therapist here in a meeting. You're on speaker."

"Hey Sy." Shane mewled sheepishly.

"Hey there, Shane." she could hear the smile in his voice. She didn't know if Susan could.

"She's saying that the two of you would like to see each other socially, outside of therapy."

"Oh, that's not quite the words I'd use, ma'am, but I s'pose you're technically correct."

"And she's explained to you that this facility has a policy in place regarding such fraternization?" What a load of bullshit she was shoveling. Making it sound so sinister and clandestine what she and Sy were trying to start up. Like espionage. This woman…

"I'm aware that certain policies exist like that to protect patients or customers, and more frequently the staff from situations that could present problems for both or either parties. I am not aware that a strict policy exists to police your staff in such a stringent manner. In fact, I know the opposite to be true."

"Excuse me?" Susan asked, shell shocked.

"See, them policies o' yours, they're all available online. Public knowledge. Even your personnel ones. Now, y'all have a nice and thorough handbook, I mean, I have been up all night just pouring over this like honey on toast, and I can tell you, I ain't findin' a word about y'all not being allowed to date your patients."

"Well, it's in policy number…"

"Nope, you were gonna say 47, subsection 2, part b. But that just says that you shouldn't treat anyone you're close to (i.e. friend, relative, or significant other) if you can't maintain objectivity or your own comfortability. Now, if I'd make Shane uncomfortable, or if she lost her objectivity over me, I'd be devastated. Shane, do I or do you think I could make you uncomfortable or unobjective?" he was laying it on so thick. If she hadn't been falling for him, this would have done it.

"I don't think so, Sy." She held back a smile…but not well.

"There ya have it. Miss DeForrest, I trust that Shane is free to live her life in the way she sees fit?"

"Well, I still think she should wait…" Susan started, but was cut off again by Sy.

"Because you see, I've seen a lot of young people fail to grow old. A lot of people waitin' to do things…they never ended up doin'. This life…it can be real, real short, Miss DeForrest. And I'm not keen on waitin' to be happy when I could be happy right now. Have I made myself clear enough for you? Or do I need to go to the next link in the chain of command here?" The emotion and resolve in his voice was completely shattering. He wasn't crying. But Shane and Susan both were. And then suddenly, Susan sniffed herself into composure and answered him with dignity.

"No, Captain Syverson. That will not be necessary. Shane…is free, of course, to socialize with whomever she sees fit so long as it doesn't affect anyone's treatment adversely. Thank you for your time, candor, and perspective, sir."

"I'm glad to help Shane. She's helped me more than any therapist I've ever had. We clicked immediately. I knew she was somethin' special. But getting to know her over the last few weeks has shown me what true happiness could feel like…I'd forgotten that over in Iraq. She gave that back to me. I'd like to thank her properly."

"I think she'd like that too. Thank you, sir." Susan hung up the phone without letting them say goodbye to each other, but Shane was an utter mess, and unable to form coherent words right now, anyway.

"Wow." Susan exclaimed.

"Yeah." Shane sniffed into a tissue, dabbing her eyes and then blowing her nose loudly, and unapologetically.

"Did he say he spent the whole night reading our policies?" Susan asked, not sure she heard him right.

"That's what I understood." Shane was somehow not surprised.

"Did you tell him to do that?"

"I didn't even know the policies were online, nor did I know you'd pull him in to our meeting…I didn't even know we were having one until twenty minutes ago."

"Right…fair. Sorry, I'm still…off-put by all of that." She had been beaten…and it wasn't familiar or comfortable.

"So, are we finished here?" Shane inquired, tentative about the state of mind her boss was in.

"Yes, go on and take the rest of the hour for continuing ed or whatever." She was normally much more composed…Sy had really gotten to her. She loved it.

Shane hurried back to her treatment room. She had to call him.

"Hello?" that same gravelly voice now confused as he'd just hung up with her, basically.

"May I speak to the great hero Captain Syverson, please?"

"Sunshine. How ya doin'?"

"Did you really stay up all night last night to read our entire employee manual?"

"I wanted the straight up, true life details about this policy that could mess up my future."

"I think you broke my boss's brain. She was still stewing when I left. She thought I told you where to find all that and what not. I didn't even know you could find it online. Plus, I didn't know we'd be meeting or that she'd drag you into a personnel matter. She's the worst. And you're literally my hero for beating her down like you did."

"Hey, ya know, she started it. I just finished it."

"You sure did. And how!"

"So…since we're all legal now…"

"Is the magic gone since it's not forbidden?" she laughed.

"Oh, I was gonna say, yeah, I think this may be a mistake. Sorry."

They both giggled.

"I'm free after work on Friday." she suggested.

"Not anymore, you're not. Bring some nice clothes and change when you're done. I'll pick you up after. Just text me when you're about ready?"

"You haven't given me your number, Sy."

"It's in my chart, dork."

"You have to officially give it to me."

"Oh I'll give it to ya, baby." He'd dug deep into the bass part of his register for that one.

"Syyyyy." she groaned.

"Oh, you already know I like it when you say my name."

"I'm being serious right now, what's your damn number or the date is off." She bluffed.

"Not because I believe that idle threat, but because I wanna…give it to ya." he rattled off the number.

"Okay, I'll be texting you with mine. Now, I have work today, so if you text me and don't get an immediate response, you know that's why."

"I'm not your only patient? I'm hurt, Shane."

"I know, that's why you've been coming to therapy for weeks."

"Har-Har, good thing I'm not into you for your sense of humor."

"Good thing I'm not into you for your looks, since 80% of your face is obscured by hair."

"We could go all day like this."

"The stamina." she teased.

"Well, look who joined the game!" he sounded almost proud.

"Don't think I haven't been participating silently for…a while."

"How long?" he inquired

"Isn't that my line?" she laughed at the penis joke she'd just made.

"You'll find out soon enough, and you won't be laughing. How long?"

"Well, you remember your evaluation."

"I do."

"Yeah…then." she bleated, too shy to say so with pride.

"No way! You mean you've liked me all this time too! And haven't said shit!?"

"I had to be professional, Sy! I didn't want to! Damn! You've gotta know how much I didn't want to be professional."

"I'll forgive ya, I guess, lil' lady."

"Merciful of you, sir!" she chuckled. "I'll need to go here soon. Won't be long now until my next one gets here."

"Tease me with a 'sir' then cut me off. Cruel."

"You like 'sir,' huh?" she whispered.

"I do. Yes…I…do."

"Noted. Well, until tomorrow."

"Don't forget to text me. I want you to give it to me too." he chuckled.

"Oh, you're bad."

"But, I'm real, real good sunshine." The deep rich promise in his voice did not go unnoticed.

"Bye Sy."

"Later Shane."

She hung up and texted him immediately. A selfie. He replied in kind. He seemed to be home on his couch, Aika by his side…he was not wearing a shirt…well…this day would be eternal.

Up Next: Chapter Five- Sensory Integration 1

[akegatacchi]

Sense8 AU!aftg

In the honor of absolutlynothing I’ve decided to put out there one of the many au I have on my phone and archive it there

Big shout out to @a-m-peengoo and @bluesuederose for participating in this mess with genius lines and always be there to bear my 36 ideas per hour. We did a masterpiece girls.

Here we go it’s gonna be long

The cluster:

Kevin: Nomi. He’s just a fuckin hacker who’s running away from his family (riko). When he’s bored, he spends nights crashing the Pentagon system for fun, and makes every screen in the White House play Best Exy Actions Compilation (the longest and hardest part is choosing one compilation to play).

Dan: Will. One of them have to keep them under control. Plus, Dan with a gun i can’t even-

Matt: Riley. Soft, blue strand of hair, a heart of gold, maternal. As a DJ. Yes. SO SOFT (he still knows how to box)

Allison: Capheus. Listen. Imagine Allison in high heels, skin tight leather pants, driving a bus. Also, a F1 pilot champion who can drive anything (even if it’s the first time)

Andrew: Wolfgang. Duh. Do I need to explain myself. Just think abt him saying “This is Berlin. Those are my people. And we go to our knees for no one”.Boy he does NOT like this situation, at all. Will keep the others out with sheer willpower and no blockers. The cluster’s deadliest weapon. PLUS HELLO???? ANDREW IN A PASTEL PINK BOMBER SHOOTING ON A HELICOPTER WITH A BAZOOKA????

Aaron: Felix? Sorta? not a senseate but a great doctor. Senses bullshit and when someone is in Andrew’s body real quick  (Andrew: says more than 2 sentences and is pleasant. Aaron:.....who’s that bitch where is my brother) . Later helps to manufacture blockers.

Neil: Kala. A pharmacist that uses his skill for arson and may or may not be running away from mafia/family matter and currently hiding in India. Him saying “Bring it, bitch” to Riko is my sexuality and Andrew’s. Can create explosives from a Fanta can and spices I mean it’s already canon in aftg. (plus andreil would work even better bc technically Neil can’t even touch Andrew for real)

Nicky: Lito. The drama, the sass. Also the scene where he discovers the Twinyard in Germany are his cousins would be hilarious. The scene where Lito seduces the nurse but with Nicky (“engaging into heterosexual activity? me????”) or the scene where Lito screams in the museum but with Nicky

Erik as Hernando. That’s it that’s the post.

Renee: Sun. I mean, a korean fighter lady in prison trying to be a better person and had a silent bffs relationship with a german gangster? Come on. Also. Allison in a bus and Renee doing art martials stuff. 

Riko: whispers i guess he can eat Allison’s high heels

Now the ~scenes~ (it’s just shitposting):

Aaron, on the verge on several break downs: wait so you have like … DJ Blue Matt and F1 pilot Allison Reynolds in your head? since when? ANDREW SINCE WHE-

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Neil: what’s a better use of a multiple thousands dollars education than precise arson?????

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Aaron: why does your boyfriend always end up burning things up?

Andrew: he lits up my heart as well

Aaron: FOR FUCK SAKE

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Kevin, shocked and betrayed: is there a better sport than exy?

Aaron and Allison: YEAH A REALLY GOOD CAR RACE

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Allison: you’re - you’re like the spirit of Lucy Liu. In Charlie’s Angels. I watch it once a day. Renee:.....that’s sweet actually :) 

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Neil: does a molotov cocktail

Matt: I tHoUgHt yOu wErE a PhArMaCiSt

Neil: Yes? That’s PHYSICS

Matt: no that’s ARSON NEIL

Alternative:

Kevin: breaks into the Pentagon virtually

Neil: breaks into the Pentagon physically

Matt, again: i thought you were a PHARMACIST!!!! Neil: Yes I am??? That’s irrelevant

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A senseate sibling, escaping, grabbing a vehicle at random: someone knows how to drive that?

Allison, in stilettos : no, but I sure will soon

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Just Allison driving Renee around to fight people

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Everytime someone mocks a senseate sibling Neil or Nicky shows up to roast them. Sometimes they do it both at the same time. It’s apocalyptic. The sass. The drama. 

They can also bullshit their way out of any situation. Neil is such a smooth liar and Nicky is just ridiculous. The FBI agent charged to arrest them somehow ends up crying abt childhood trauma while hugging a teddy bear.

Neil, caught in the act of making a string of explosives by the FBI guy: uuuuuuh….Nicky?

Nicky, currently dealing with a white mom in retail: somehow convince the FBI to buy christmas lights

(Yes Nicky works in retail bc his family cut ties with him but he hopes to be an actor.ON BROADWAY)

(From retail to actor to cluster negotiator real quick)

A  fuckin moron to Allison: a hottie like you driving a bus? what is this, hooker on wheels?

Neil: please let me have this one

Allison: seats back and enjoys Neil roasting him

Nicky: brings the popcorn

Nicky, to the FBI guy: You can’t arrest me Daryl I’m your long lost little brother

The FBI guy, a white man: My name is not Daryl Neil: THAT’S WHAT THEY WANT YOU TO BELIEVE

The FBI guy, texting Neil (don’t ask): I guess I’m still in love with my ex

Nicky: aaaaaw we have to help this sweetheart

Neil: do you want me to burn his current boyfriend’s car, buddy?

(Nicky: DON’T REMIND HIM THAT HE’S SUPPOSED TO ARREST US)

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A fuckin homophobe: ready to get your ass kicked, faggot?

Andrew: appears through Nicky

Nicky, smiling: fuck yeah, baby 

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Andrew, between two bazooka shot, to Neil:  we’re nothing

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Nicky, through Andrew, all cheery: Hi!!!! :D

(Aaron jumps like a scared cat)

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Andrew: ready to kill ppl for mafia business

All the senseate siblings in the back minus Renee, eating popcorn and enjoying the show: Kick ass, Drew!

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Andrew, on the hospital bed: has an emotional moment with Aaron

Aaron: sir or ma'am, idk who you are but it’s family only, I will ask you, as his doctor, to leave my brother’s body

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Aaron: Andrew is2g if you’re making psychic love to that fuckin red hair rn i will-

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Andrew each time a senseate is hurt: Aaron it’s for you

(Just Aaron doing med tutorials for a whole cluster while Andrew repeats it with a bored tone to everyone)

(Aaron, sighs: it is Neil again? Just let him bleed for a few minutes)

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Neil, making bomb with kitchen stuff: If it means losing you then no

Andrew, falling in love: oh

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Bad guy: You have no weapon, blondie!

Allison, with Renee and Dan behind her: Think again, sweetheart

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They made a little “honorary cluster member” badge to Aaron (he does not cry STFU NEIL)

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Dan and Neil both knows by heart the laws of different countries…..for very different reasons.

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Luther: humiliates Nicky once again

Renee: calmly breaks his hand at dinner while smiling like an angel, all the while stopping Andrew from killing him with the other hand

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Neil, a pharmacist: blowing shit up and arson

Aaron, a doctor, watching him: yk what hold my beer I know several ways to stop a man’s heart

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The whole “You don’t know how to use a gun” “No, but you do” with andreil or matt and dan

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Just Drew and Renee kicking some mafia asses together as buddies

(While Neil blows some shit up in the background and Allison/Nicky cheer)

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Matt has the perfect ear too

Him and Kevin are the remote operation/communication team but one day all the fighters/criminals of the cluster are busy so they both start to fight as well and fuck they are good at it

Nicky: I expected this from Biceps Matt but Kevin??? You can land a kick like that???

Kevin, outraged: I WENT TO THE EXY OLYMPICS WHEN I WAS 16

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Speaking of Kevin, they all call him “nerd” or “einstein”

Allison: so the nerd can fight uh

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Aaron, counting down on his fingers: so you have F1 Pilot Superstar Allison Reynolds, former gold medalist and tech genius Kevin Day, a human diapason, a multilingual arsonist, World no.1 Taekwondo Champion Renee Walker, a cop, an actor…..what are you there for??

Andrew, literally a mafia king:....ice cream and crime?

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Neil to Andrew, after the whole debacle with his father is out: You did know there were mafia out of Germany too, right?

Andrew: I can’t even have that for myself fuck this family

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Dan, every time before each “mission”: okay guys I know we need to do it but I’d like to remind ALL of you *looks pointly at Neil and Andrew* it’s STILL illegal and morally dubious

Neil: …….like I said to Nicky, irrelevant *without missing a beat blows up the entire building and puts on stolen Gucci shades*

Alternative:

Neil: ok saint theresa why were you the one to suggest we explode Riko’s brain off then

Dan: ...don’t turn the conversation around me it’s about you

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Allison “guess we’re detourning a place next” Reynolds and Kevin “It’s not that hard to pilot” Day

(Kevin: But why are you on a plane to Russia? I thought you were in India last time?

Neil:....don’t ask)

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Aaron to Andrew, where they are trapped and betrayed: your boyfriend wouldn’t happen to know how to poison a whole room with gaz?

Neil: I was born for this moment

(Andrew: just bc you’re my brother doesn’t mean you have the right to dirty talk my boyfriend)

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Andrew: be gay, do crime and eat ice cream

Nicky: AND BLOW NEIL’S D-

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(before they know abt Neil’s past, when Andrew is angsty bc he caught feelings)

Andrew: You  shouldn’t get close to me, it’s dangerous, i’m mafia

Neil: oh haven’t you heard-

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Jeremy, bouncing out of nowhere: Hey Kev ! Love how you BI-nary code ahah have you heard of the ARCHIPELAGO 

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Neil, sipping tea: so my father is the Butcher

Matt:  okokokok coolcoolcoolcool yk what arson doesn’t sound like a bad idea after all

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(this one is not funny sorry) but Neil taking over each time someone is hurt bc he is used to deal with it

“Give the pain to me”

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Andrew and Aaron like to fuck around a lot with the whole sensate stuff (since only one of them is a sensate)

Bad guy: only one of you is a sensate, which one is it?

Twinyard, in a perfect and flat tone: try to guess

A bad guy is spying on Andrew and waiting to kill him in Germany, via a cam, thinking he’s safe BUT SUPRISE MOTHERFUCKER it was aaron dressed as Andrew in a mafia meeting and now you have to deal with a 5 feet tall mafia boy

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For real tho they are a little protective of the normal doctor who heal them every time (yes even Neil but don’t tell him) so you bet something like that happens one day:

Aaron: comes home from work angry

Andrew, cleaning up blood or counting money: whassup shithead?

Aaron: There’s this older doctor he’s great and all but he’s a fuckin asshole to me he belittles me everyday bc i’m young and we lost a patient today bc he rathers humiliate me than let me save him 

Andrew, a dangerous glint in his eyes and a whole cluster behind him: oh?

Kevin, opens his computer and digs up dirt on him: give me a sec

Allison: I can roll over him with my truck

Neil: there is so many ways to mix two meds and kills him ON ACCIDENT

Dan: let’s see how he deals in prison

Nicky: oh this is going to be fun

Kevin, reciting facts like he’s reading a grocery list: so yeah he smuggles meds from the hospital so local drug dealers, illegally sells meds for himself on the black market, does tax evasion, is friend with a local senator and both of them are involved with minors….i have already several reservation at X hotel btw and cases of work harassment on nurses and interns, threats to others older doctors in serve, and OH. OH. We have a spanking kink on our hands too.

Every members of the cluster, turning to Nicky and Neil:....go wild

Nicky, giggling: not that’s it’s a shame when it’s consensual but not here so - let’s start with the spanking :D

Neil: Can I make him cry

No violence is used but the doctor is found on the floor drowning in his own tears after a few minutes and after an hour he’s resigned and leaving the country

Andrew was dressed as Aaron for that (that being: smuggling Neil and Nicky into the hospital to meet the doctor through him)  and sends him a selfie of a 5 feet surgeon and the man crying on the floor 

It’s their best memory as a family (Aaron hates Neil a little less after that)

Neil to Nicky: why did you stop me from pushing towards suicide??? He’s gonna do that in another country

(Kevin: no if I can help it)

Nicky: bc we don’t do that to people!

Neil, Andrew, Aaron, Allison:...........right

Neil: killing even indirectly is no good but destroying their life and humiliating them publically is good?

Nicky: YES!

Matt and Dan: WAIT NO

(Allison: don’t brother Neil you’ll just hurt your head)

(Neil, close to tears: but...but...but arson?? Andrew, with knives out: alright fuckers who broke his heart?)

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Matt and Dan bc they’re fuckin weak to Neil: ITS OK BUDDY ARSON IS GOOD

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I have to end on this note:

Storyline wise, Neil would have make the perfect Wolfgang too….if Wolfgang was a twink.

[prorevenge]

We didn't help but hOW DARE YOU REMOVE US?!

I'm in 11th grade and boy, oh boy, I thought my classmates from the previous school years were stupid but God, my classmates this year takes the cake.

We have Research ( something like thesis writing ) as a subject this year. Our teacher grouped our class into three groups. Mine ended up being the unluckiest. I was stuck with the 5 most entitled shit heads in the class. They were known for not doing shit in group activities yet when you try to remove them from the group they'd start shit.

And that's exactly what happened.

They basically did nothing the entire time my co-leader and I begged them to help. It was annoying and we decided to kick them out of the group if they don't help anything in Chapter 3.

Surprise, surprise! They didn't do shit. I kept messaging the group chat asking them to help or else but were they scared? Threatened? Nope! They just left me on read, every. Single. Time. My co-leader and I then did the most logical thing; we removed them from the group.

By the way, we kept reminding them that if they don't help out in any of the chapters, they'll get removed.

Last Saturday (Mar. 16), my co-leader and I revised our paper and we asked the select group members ( who actually did shit ) to send their dedication. On Sunday, my co-leader asked those who haven't sent in their dedication to send it since it was supposed to be passed the following day. This alerted one of the five shit heads.

Let's call him Jack.

Jack: What about me?

Co-leader (CL from now on): ask Gayle.

Me: Those who were mentioned gets to send in their dedications.

This alerted another shit head ( let's call her Mimi ).

Mimi: What about me?

I repeated what I said.

Jack: So we don't have to do anything?

Me [ in the most passive aggressive way ever ]: Hmm, I don't know. You might have to do another Research Paper?

Jack and Mari (another shit head): Why?

I then proceeded to explain that they didn't help one bit even if it was as easy as sending one link.

I was enraged that night and I was ranting which alerted another shit head who oh my god is the worst, most entitled piece of shit out of the five of them. Let's call her Kae.

Kae was livid when she found out she & her precious group of friends got kicked out for not doing anything. She began ranting about how she doesn't deserve to be disrespected like this and how she deserves to get an instant reply. The other three shit heads were hyping her and saying all these inappropriate things (i.e., how they loved to grind in a bar just to earn money).

Kae: I can't believe it! You guys just left me on read!

Me [ again, passive aggressively ]: [[ cough ]] you guys also left me on read when i ask you to do something [[ cough ]] i'm sorry, my throat's itchy.

Kae: WOW! How could you say that? You only notice a select few ( I don't. I've said it over & over again that if anyone has any questions, i'll happily answer it).

Me: uhmm... Remember the sub groups chats from a month ago?

Mimi: Gayle, you said that you'll handle everything and we'd just pay.

Me: I never said that. I said that you'd have to pay if you didn't get to help out.

After that it was all chaos. I was ready to kill a bitch or maybe 5. The shit heads kept saying over and over and over about how "you could've approached us," "you could've said something," and a bunch of other shit. I was shaking due to the rage I was feeling. I've done everything to make them help. I begged, asked, and they didn't comply. I started replying to them in all caps, saying on how they're removed and that there was no way of them being ever included in the group again.

Mimi then said something about family.

Mimi: I thought we were family? I thought we were supposed to help each other out.

Kae: There is no FAMILY! ONLY GREEDINESS!

CL: It isn't our fault if you weren't active. We aren't always family.

Me: Stop it with your family bullshit cause we never treated nor saw you as family.

I removed the from the group chat, thinking it was all over. God, was I wrong. My co-leader informed me that they were mentioning me in the class group chat. They were causing an uproar. They kept saying shit like, "it's finally time to see their true personalities," or about how bad of a leader I am or about how much they paid for our research paper ( they paid 13 pesos, which isn't much honestly), and they even compared me to our class president.

Now, in our class, I'm a respectable student being both the top 1 and the class vice president. I'm a nice leader and I definitely do my part but I'm no push over. Unlike our class president who is a giant push over and that's why they said she was the better leader cause they can abuse her kindness. ( The class president and I are very good friends so no one took the comparison to an offence ).

There was a riot in the group chat and my emotionally inept classmates just kept adding fuel to the fire. It was ridiculous and immature. My co-leader and I kept quiet and decided to let them feast on their stupidity. It was 12:07 AM when they finally shut up and I decided to get some sleep too.

Here's where the fun begins. I woke up at 5:30AM in a cold sweat. I had a plan and I was absolutely ready to go through with it. Those shit heads were "exposing" me with screenshots ( because I replied to them in a passive aggressive way ) then two can play at that game. I've got all the necessary shit to expose them too. I still have the sub group chats from Chapters 1 & 3 and the entire group chat for our Research.

I borrowed my grand dad's phone, opened my Messenger account and began taking screenshots. I posted them all on MyDay for everyone to see. I added a few passive aggressive notes on the pics.

The screenshots proved that they didn't help nor gave one single reply. But my petty ass wasn't done there just yet, nope. I planned on making a portfolio with all the screenshots plus an essay. I gathered all my money because the screenshots were a hundred plus.

I told my co-leader about this. She thought it was over the top but our other group members told me they were on board.

When I got to school that day, my classmates were either asking for details or saying good luck. It just pumped me up to go through with the plan even more. CL and I went to the nearest computer shop to print the screenshots. Once CL & I entered the room, we were both shocked.

The 5 shit heads were there. They actually went to school. That was a fucking miracle to be honest. I rolled my eyes as I hid the printed screenshots from their view. They left the room but not before making a few comments about me. Those comments only fueled the fire.

Once they actually left, I began sorting the screenshots out. The class president noticed & asked about it. I told her my plan and she cheered me on. Another classmate asked when the fight was gonna start. I laughed and told him that this was the way I was gonna bring them down by ruining their reputation in the faculty room.

Nobody likes the 5 shit heads. They always started shit and a few of my classmates have confronted them but it wasn't successful due to lack of necessary evidence. I was ready to be the one that took them down.

While I sorted out the screenshots, the shit heads came back. Before they could see what I was doing, I quickly hid it all. They stayed in the room for 10 minutes or so, loudly talking about the incident the night before or how Class President was the better leader. I rolled my eyes at them again. After they said their comments, they left the room with their bags. They only went to school to talk shit about me and CL.

Classic.

After I finished sorting the screenshots and finished writing the essay, it was all set. The only thing missing was the Research Paper itself. My friend and I went back to the computer shop to print the Paper. On the way there, we crossed paths with the shit heads and they said something about grades or something, I'm not sure.

Once the paper was printed, we set off. We reached the faculty room. We saw our teacher and signaled him over. I handed our Research Paper plus the portfolio. We didn't say anything and our teacher flipped through the pages. He was silent then he went back to his desk.

Mission Accomplished.

But the story doesn't end there. Tuesday ( Mar. 19), our adviser confronted us.

Adviser ( A from now on): What's this about?

Kae: Gayle removed us from the group without us knowing.

Me: Well, you guys --

Kae: She was rude to us and I was asking nicely.

Me: [ towards our other classmate ] Ren! Let me borrow your phone.

He gave me his phone and I logged in my Messenger account.

Me: [[ handing the phone to A ]] here's the group chat Ma'am.

A: [[ takes the phone ]] okay! Everyone take the exams while I read!

And we did. After the exam, she asked us ( the shit heads + the rest of the group) to come over and talk. We came over and she said a little something that made me smirk.

A: Call Sir John!

The shit heads looked unfazed. They were tight with our adviser. They were thinking that she'd side with them but nope, she never sided with them when it came to arguments like this.

Kae was staring daggers at me while our classmates called our Research adviser. The other 4 were smirking and laughing amongst themselves. CL was rolling her eyes and the rest of the group were doing other things. I was neutral. I had no expression on my face.

After 5 minutes or so, Sir John ( SJ from now on ) came into the room. He had his class record and a familiar purple sliding folder with him. He brought the portfolio. SJ sat down on one of the chairs and the meeting resumed.

A: Start talking.

Kae: Well, it happened Sunday night. Jack messaged me on Facebook telling me we got removed from the Research group. I messaged our group chat and no one was answering --

Me: We're sorry we didn't get to reply early.

Jack: But you were online.

( Anyone who uses FB on mobile would know that you don't actually have to be on the app 24/7 to be online, you just have to be connected to a data/internet connection. I was on YT when they messaged.)

Mimi: We were mentioning you.

Me: I'm sorry but mentions don't work for me as I don't have Messenger installed on my phone. ( i have a Samsung Galaxy V btw )

Kae: That isn't the point. You were online yet you weren't responding. Shows how much of a bad leader you are.

I. Was. Baffled. I knew these shit heads were entitled but god damn, their level is wow.

Mari: You left us on read.

A: [[ slams her palm on the desk ]] enough!! Move on to the actual problem.

Kae: Gayle removed us from the group without our permission.

Me: I have a valid reason. You didn't help out.

Mimi: But you told us we only have to pay and you'd handle the rest.

Me: What else was I suppose to say? You'd only ask what you can do when it was time for passing? Plus, I only said you'd have to pay if you didn't help out.

Kae: Where tf did you say that?

Me: The group chat you love to leave on read.

They were accusing me of lying but luckily SJ stepped in.

SJ: [[ handing A the portfolio ]] Here's all the evidence you need, Ma'am.

A: [[ takes the portfolio and starts reading through it ]]

A read through Exhibit B which contained the conversation where I was asking for links regarding classroom discussion yet none of the shit heads could send any.

A: Why couldn't any of you send just one link? One link and it would've been fine!

A was mad. The shit heads were speechless for a second then began spewing out bull shit excuses like, "We don't have internet," "The internet cafe's too far," and, "I don't have any money."

I rolled my eyes. These shit heads could afford to drink at a bar-esque place every single day but couldn't afford to take 5 minutes out of their time to send a link.

Weird flex but okay.

A read through a few more pages. She was now on Exhibit C, D, and E which were all the sub groups where I was messaging and messaging and messaging for at least one of them shit heads to help.

A: Kae! Mimi! Why didn't any of you reply?

Kae: We thought we weren't needed.

Mimi: They just told us to pay.

SJ: They were messaging and kept asking for help.

A decided to stir the topic away from payment for a while.

A: Gayle, did you tell them when the deadline was?

Me: Yes, it's in th--

Kae: SHE NEVER DID! She never cared about us! She's always focusing on CL. CL this & CL that.

Me: I did and you left me on read and she's my co leader, what tf were you expecting? Plus you would've known when the deadline was if any of you just attended Sir John's classes for once.

Mimi: We do!

Bold of her to lie inbfront of SJ's face.

SJ: You don't. I have my class records and almost all of you are either Late or Absent most of the time.

Kae: We're late? What can we do about that?

Mari: Yes! What can we do about that?

Me: I don't know. Maybe make an effort to actually go to class early.

Joy: Classes start too early.

Our class start at 10 fucking 30.

SJ: Classes start at 10:30. You have enough time to be on time for classes.

The shit heads were silent. They had no come back now. It was silent till Mimi opened her fucking mouth.

Mimi: It's still unfair that we paid and now we aren't included.

Joy: I know right?!

A: Did you even help out?

SH ( shit heads ): No.

SJ: What do you even think Research is?! Do you pay for it?!

It was silent again and I was so glad I was wearing a face mask because I was smirking so wide that time.

Jack: [[ chuckles ]] Class President's group is still much better. Her group members don't have to pay and don't have to do anything to get included in the Paper.

A: Are you her group mates? No, so disregard her and the other group.

SJ: You are her [[ gestures to me ]] group mates so you are under her authority.

A: How much did you even pay?

Me: 13 pesos. Total.

SJ: [[ stares at the shit heads with an eyebrow raised ]]

A: [[ asking the SH ]] did you pay for Chapter 1?

SH: Yes!

A: [[ to me ]] Did you include them?

Me: Yes.

A: [[ to SH ]] How about for Chapter 2?

SH: Yes!

A: [[ to me ]] Did you include them?

Me: Yes.

A: [[ to SH ]] Did you pay for Chapter 3?

SH: ... No...

A: [[ to me ]] Did you include them?

Me: No.

A: See! They included you when you paid! What are you getting mad about?

Kae: It's still unfair that we aren't included anymore.

Mimi: wE PAID!

A: Not everything can be done through money. Now, don't depend on your group leader to do everything.

SJ: You now have to do your own Research paper. To be passed tomorrow.

Jack: Fine! Class President said she's gonna help us anyway.

SJ: No, she won't. I'll tell her to not help you as there will be consequences if I ever found she helped you or you asked for help.

Mimi: But sir! We don't know what to do.

SJ: What a shame. You should've attended my classes then. By the way, I've done what you asked me to do.

SJ got up from his seat with the class record and portfolio in hand and left.

The shit heads were speechless and I was amused. I knew exactly what Sir John meant, he made the entire faculty read the portfolio so now the teachers now what shenanigans these shits were up to.

I was happy that day. We won the case, the shit heads have to do their own paper.

Kae was glaring at me whenever she saw me that day and some say she's still glaring until now.

I celebrated by treating myself to McDonald's.

(source) story by (/u/AGryffindork)

[oneunicornaway]

Jupeter bartender AU part 2

So, I thought maybe this would be better as its own post with a link. So, there it is, with a link to the first part right here (in case you haven’t seen it yet).

EDIT: Now with a 3rd chapter! (the link will be at the end as well if you haven’t read this part yet)

Juno didn’t show up for a few days. In fact, he didn’t even seem to be following Ernest anymore. Peter would have been relieved but at this point, it was hard to tell if the lady had gotten bored with him for some reason, or if he was, in fact, just good enough that he had slipped below Peter’s attention.

And as much as he would have loved to believe that Juno wasn’t on his trail anymore, it seemed like the PI was possibly the most stubborn person he’d had ever met. In fact, the only possible exception he could think of would have been Vicky. If - and it was a big if - something had convinced Juno to lay off, she’d probably been the one to manage such a feat.

Peter tried to tell himself that he wasn’t disappointed. After all, it would allow him to finish this specific job and get off this planet. All endearing lady asides, he could feel his feet and his hands tingling with the need to resume his bouncing around the stars.

Which is why he didn’t know whether or not he should be happy, relieved, disappointed, or downright annoyed when he began his shift to see Juno slumped on the bar.

“Here to interrogate me again, Sir?” Enerst began, taking a whiskey glass off the shelf.

The instant Juno didn’t offer him a witty comeback, Peter knew something was wrong, but he let Ernest the time to find the bottle of the lady’s favorite poison before he noticed the heavy silence.

“Sir?”

Juno didn’t respond, barely even twitched. His usually percing glare was hazy, lost in a half-finished glass of whiskey. He looked positively awful: his eyes were circled with deep, purple shadows, and his lips were dry and cracked. He quite obviously hadn’t washed his hair in at least a week, and upon getting closer, Ernest could smell an odor of sweat and booze coming from him.

Juno would not be first in line to win an award of the cleanest lady on th planet, or even the city, but this was unprecedented.

“Juno?” Ernest tried, and Peter was surprised to find his worried voice sounded genuine. It seemed even his fleshed out mask had began appreciating the lady.

Juno’s eyes snapped to his face, bloodshot but somewhat alert.

“Hey. Tried to kill Vicky yet?” It was obviously meant as a joke, but the words felt flat between them, and Peter immediately noticed that Juno’s voice was slightly slurred, something he had never heard before. Considering the number of drinks he’d seen him gulp without batting an eye, Peter could only assume that Juno had drank enough that it would have killed any other person, like, say, a certain master thief.

“You’re drunk.”

Juno snorted.

“T’s'where you’re wrong. ’M not drunk enough.”

Ernest frowned.

“I am not going to serve you any more tonight. You should go ho…”

“No.”

It seemed that even drunk, Juno was still unchallengingly stubborn. Currently, he looked like he was ready to plant his teeth in the counter if Ernest didn’t obey his whims.

Fine. Peter just had to get creative.

“Very well.”

He rooted around in his bar to serve Juno another glass. Full of apple juice.

“No more alcohol, then.”

Juno looked at the glass, then back at Ernest, and huffed a derisive laugh. He didn’t get up and leave, like Peter had half expected him to, so he took the liberty of innocently placing a plate of mini-sandwiches next to him.

Because Ernest had other clients, he couldn’t just hang around Juno all night like Peter wanted to, but he kept an eye on him regardless. Maybe Juno wasn’t getting drunker, but he wasn’t getting better either. His eyes half tracked the dancers on the other side of the room, but Peter could tell his attention was elsewhere. One more than one occasion, it seemed like maybe he was going to be sick, and Peter could see him going rigid and gripping his glass tight enough that he expected at any time to have to go clean up the inevitable mess.

“Walter.” Peter turned around, surprised to find Vicky herself behind him.

“Ma'am! I didn’t know you…”

She cut him off with an impatient wave of her hand, looking past him at her establishment.

“Shit. He’s here, isn’t he? Of course he is.”

She ran a hand through her hair, looking impatient.

“Walter. Steel likes you, right?”

Ernest looked at her, a bit bemused.

“He… thinks I’m a spy.”

“Yeah he’s like that. Walter, you’re a smart guy right?”

“Um…”

She pined him with an intense look, looking then exactly like the successful businesswoman she was.

“Listen. Juno Steel is an imbecil okay? He’s also not often wrong.”

Peter had to repress the urge to freeze.

“Ma'am, I don’t…”

“Save it. Enerst Walter or whatever is not your real name. Fine. You do what you gotta do, I get it. You do your job, you don’t make problems, I don’t care. That’s not the point. The point is: you’re a smart guy.”

Her eyes hadn’t strayed from his, and, not for the first time since he’d come to Mars, Peter felt as though his layers of persona, of lies, were shattered and discarded. Here was Vicky, ruthless, loud, overtly uncaring, and she looked at him like one would look at a lost orphan desperatly seeking a home across the galaxy.

Something hot and violent was crawling up Peter’s throat, and he fought the urge to swallow it down as he relentlessly squashed all emotions. There was nothing there, nothing but quiet surprise at his boss buying in a PI’s obsession. Maybe another young man shaking off his former life, but that was all.

Ernest nodded.

“So you know that lady’s life suck.” Vicky shrugged. “ I mean, it’s not like it’s hard to notice, and I don’t have time to deal with his bullshit.”

“Ma'am?”

“Make sure he gets home, okay? I need him in one piece for the job.”

Ernest nodded again.

“And drop the Ma'am, alright? You sound like a goddamn cow. Just call me Vicky next time.”

“Yes, Ma… Vicky.”

She gave him a quick smile.

“Alright! Can’t let a girl waiting! I’ll see you tomorrow!”

She went past him as he made his goodbyes.

“And by the way,” She threw over her shoulder once she was halfway out the door “his consos are on your tab!”

“Sir, we’re closing.”

Juno’s head turned slowly towards him. He looked even worse that he had earlier, and the way he was blinking made Peter think he was chasing away tears. He wondered if he had managed to sneak some more drinks under Ernest’s nose. With the way Juno’s movements seemed slow and sluggish, it didn’t seem entirely impossible.

“What time is it?” He asked, sounding small and distant.

“One am. We should get you home.”

Juno nodded, but he didn’t move, and his eyes drifting away as soon as Ernest stopped talking.

“Come on.” Ernest grabbed his forearms and pulled him up. Juno didn’t resist, and it seemed like he could stand up on his own, but then he would stay immobile unless he was stirred in one direction or another. Ernest had to drag him out of the bar, nodding at Todd as they left.

In the cab, Juno was silent, staring without blinking at the lights coming from the various buildings.

He stayed silent as they climbed their way up the stairs (because apparently, if someone didn’t have basic commodities in the 24th century, it was going to be Juno Steel), and spoke again only Ernest had managed to get on the bed, and was trying to get his shoes off.

“Are you going to kill me?” His voice was distant, disconnected.

Ernest rolled his eyes.

“Sure. I’ve been waiting all this time to get you in bed so I could kill you with my spying skills.”

Juno nodded slowly, as if that made sense.

“It’s my fault.” he mumbled.

Ernest finally managed to free him of his heavy boots.

“What is?”

It took a few second for Juno to respond, and when he did, his voice sounded ragged.

“Everything.”

“Juno, I’m quite sure…”

Peter cut himself off. Juno had turned away from him, curling into himself and hiding his face into a pillow. He was utterly silent, but his shoulder were shaking slightly, and Peter could see his hand, gripping the cotton like a lifeline.

Neither Peter nor Ernest knew the words that would have helped, and it seemed like Juno was either ignoring him or couldn’t hear him when he called his name, so Peter only had the choice to stand on the edge of the bed for the long minutes it took for Juno’s breath to slow down as he slipped into sleep..

Peter looked. Of course he looked. If there was something in common between a Juno Steel and a Peter Nureyev, it was their curiosity, insatiable, dangerous. Peter had more than once almost died because he’d wanted to know more, to know too much, and he probably will again.

So he’d looked. The previous time, his interest in Juno had been automatic, perfectionnary, a quick look to prevent himself from what he could expect. Now he looked to know, to discover, to understand this rough, kind, sad lady.

Benzaiten Steel was a surprise. Peter hadn’t expected Juno to have a twin. He tried to imagine him, a second Juno, just as quick, just as smart, capable of just as much snark. He tried to imagine them : it seemed like the world wouldn’t be able to handle the enormity of having two like Juno around.

Peter was quick enough to regret the thought. To regret ever looking.

That night, he dreamt of Mag, of reassuring smiles and protective hands, slowly overrun with slick, black blood. He dreamt of a knife that would never wash, of a body that would never rest, of two scared little kids against the big, mean world.

Ta daa!

Link to chapter 3

whoop dee woop EDIT: Chapter 4 (the last one)

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[princessnijireiki]

that anon just gave me massive flashbacks to the ender darling shit from years back, too, tbh; that jackass was full on robbing poor black folks' gaves in nola, using weird racist defenses for it & a fake racialized religious excuse to boot, and I got anons like, "don't call it racism! don't call it white neopagan bullshit!" and "don't misgender the bone thief or you're just as bad!"

like McScuse The Fuck Outta Me? I could call your ass mr. fucking potato head and I'm still not the one desecrating graves out here

I know that post with the jameela jamil situation is popular & since I'm not the op idk how much my little contribution is making the rounds.

but this whole I can excuse racism, but I draw the line at animal cruelty accidental misgendering! shit has been fucking tired for a minute, especially when y'all know good and goddamn well it's only coming up to tone police people who are calling out that racism in the first place, to make sure we're respectful & polite to people who actually are bigots, or face Social Consequences specifically aimed at delegitimizing our ~uppity~ asses if we don't redact our criticism or rewrite it softer & gentler with the "yes, sir"s and "no ma'am"s and all, if we so much as make a typo or a mistake.

when these racists damn sure aren't getting this kind of feedback from their white peers… they get messages on AND off anon like "keep your chin up! tumblr people are so sensitive!"

…the racial micromanagement is loud as fuck out here, isn't it? the double standard is just deafening, huh?

I can take criticism & correction just fine, but this shit ain't it— and then folks wanna piss on your leg and call you a bigot on top of that when you don't agree that it's raining.

[pleasedotheneedful]

Hi, pdtn! I hope you're doing well. Why are you re-applying to the match? Is your residency program right now really bad or is it because of other reasons? I pray you re-match into a really wonderful place this year! :)

Ehh it’s like a combination of all. And it’s kind of a complicated story. And really long... so I’ll try to condense three months worth of random posts into a response

Hindsight is 20/20 but I should have gone all Med/Peds in the first place. Most people feel extremely fortunate to have gotten their top choice, but I had a big chip on my shoulder because I knew I was competitive for another field and could have done it had I ranked my list accordingly. But I picked the program because it sold a close-knit, supportive learning environment so I figured it was worth the sacrifice if it meant my fiancee and I could match in the same hospital.

Three weeks into my first month we had a classic transitional care patient, mid-20s with type 1 neurofibromatosis and severe developmental disabilities. He was overflow from the PICU and I fought like hell for him that week, from his pneumonia to advocating for his care when it was time to transfer him out. That’s when I really started to regret doing categorical IM.

Around the same time, I had been quietly pushing my program over our lack of an ACGME-compliant contract. It stemmed from unclarity on leave for interns that took way too long to get confirmation on. The responses I got were surprisingly vague, since I assumed I was just missing something obvious. After two months I was directed to a blurb in our resident manual–after speaking with everyone including the PD. I was irate about the leave confusion since I was trying to plan a wedding.

But I decided to let it go as I started getting feedback about my performance. This feedback was also vague, things like “do you think you’re ready to run the ICU next year?” and “we don’t think you’re meeting expectations.” All things I internalized and tried to link to minor things I had done, instead of questioning the specificity of the feedback while I was receiving it.

I worked diligently to stay on top of it but the feedback continued–and it wasn’t just that it was negative feedback, it’s that it was escalating and towards the end I was told I was being placed on remediation… for reasons still unclear to me today. I started having nervous, sobbing breakdowns at home and my performance actually DID start to degrade as I was no longer able to study outside of work.

What compounded everything was that my fiancee’s ability to match her was becoming increasingly unlikely, which was additionally distressing for both of us. Things came to a head when I had spent four hours crying to her on the phone and she suggested I get a psych eval. I actually felt a sense of relief that maybe whatever was happening was a real problem that needed to be addressed, beyond the “intern year is hard” trope.

One of the other interns came over and we ranted at each other until I felt better, but when I called in to ask for a couple of shifts off I spilled the beans to one of my chiefs. They ended up having me come into the ED, which was super fucking awkward since I had just spent a month working in that exact ED. But the psych resident cleared me, and I went to speak with leadership the following business day.

The first thing, the FIRST thing they tell me at this meeting, is that my remediation is being made formal. I’m internally livid. How do you see patients all day every day for decades and not have any fucking sense about how to approach your own resident after a sensitive situation? It’s so obtuse.

I went on unofficial leave of absence, during which I met with my leadership staff multiple times to discuss my plans. I had no idea what those were but I knew the current trajectory was untenable. I worked my fucking ass off to right the ship and I still had no idea what I was doing wrong. I started to look around, talk to people here and at other programs to see what was going on. What I unearthed was a chronic underlying problem, where rumors were allowed to circulate unless you stopped them where it started. Where ducking your head down and saying “yes, sir/ma'am” wouldn’t necessarily save you. Where maintaining a good mood might work against you. Where the only thing that MIGHT save you is if you’re so good at your job there’s not a single hole in your work. Well, I’m an intern. And far from a perfect one. If I was that good at my job I wouldn’t need to go through a three-year residency.

I realized these were the makings of a malignant program. Malignancy isn’t just people yelling at you all the time and humiliating you on the spot. It’s any combination of attitudes and circumstances that allow their interns and residents to be swallowed up.

Here, people yell at you seldomly. The overt abuse is minimal. What you get is a program that perpetuates rumors rather than dispel them, where the abuse is just subtle enough to make you think you’re definitely the problem. The gaslighting is unreal. It wasn’t until I started talking to/watching other residents that I understood the problem is systematic and goes beyond me. I sniffed out that this was all bullshit when I asked to have the details of my remediation presented to me so I could work on it while I was on leave... I got vague lipservice and a promise of something in my e-mail that has yet to arrive.

So I did some research and decided to put in my ERAS application again. I mean, I believe there are tons of programs like this. But if you’re going to try to drive me into the ground for unknown reasons, I would at least like to be in my field of choice and a helluva lot closer to my family so I can handle it better. I’m still enrolled in my program but my medical leave ends in December so I’m not sure if/when I will resign.

At best, the program is poor at communicating feedback and allowed things to spiral out of control. At worst, I’m suffering blowback as a “troublemaker” for bringing up contractual issues. Hard to tell. Like I said, there were things outside of the program that were hard to deal with but this nonsensical feedback inside the program served as a nucleus for all of those things to destroy me.

This might be a blessing in disguise though, as being able to couples match with my fiancee in my chosen field would be incredible! I’m really excited and surprised at how things are going. I’ll miss living on this island (I went ocean kayaking for like 2 hours today) and I’ll definitely miss my co-residents who have been incredibly supportive and validating of my concerns. I’ll give this program credit, they know how to recruit great people. I’ll miss my patients, too. I’ve just barely gotten to know my patient panel and I’ve really enjoyed getting to know them.

Anyway, I’m rambling. I appreciate the well wishes! I hope by next July I’ll be enjoying my new lease on life and writing about patient experiences/hospital life instead of political bullshit. On the upside, I’ve gotten a lot of positive lessons out of this negative experience.

[wuh2k]

Favourite Things From Today

"You're lying" Here's where he was bullshitting all over the place. Where did I? *crickets* "...he doesn't take you seriously." I've been mocking him since the start, I'd be surprised if he did. "Please don't curse" You're a cadet? In the army army, or is it the Salvation Army? "You're proving his point" Me cursing proves that every country in the world calls their parents sir/ma'am? "You shit himself that's why you made a new post" I've @tted you in every single post. "You've proven you're not better than him" Swearing is worse than racism and ableism? "Thanks for admitting you bullied a user" Where? Is this like the last time you pretended I said that? Are you gonna report me to Tumblr? And top prize goes to: "You can't have a reasoned discussion/argument/debate." I'm sorry. Was I supposed to be engaging in serious discourse with the racist vitriol, the ableist slurs, the 4Chan memes, or the outright lies? So yeah, the quality of trolls is still in a terminal state of decline. But I was wrong, you can still get some laughs out of them.

[dococt86]

Say that my eyes are open but I be damned if I'm going to lay down and.take da bullshit. I can be spiritual but don't.have to deal and if it comes down to it...time to be a warrior and take anybody and everybody down...no matter who it is . I don't like too play games...so let's get a group together and work on growing out of the bullshit our parents put us through...lets focus and be better and do da damn thing cause I'm tired of this mediocre not talking shit and fake love We need to come together and enjoy what life has to offer and people are hittin out dis bitch #death so lets make something happen more than a couple of times dis summer...so leave yo outside bullshit exactly where it need to he outside...cause if one of dies and I'm still here I don't want to see anyone cryin over a casket or a put up a bullshit post cause I'm on my scantron shit if you catch my drift lol But for real don't try it...I want good memories b4 we die and not bullshit. Stop making it difficult over shit I wasnt here for. Pass it along cause the children under us are getting older and also I'm bored with all this so called family in Cleveland that I'm I love yet not related to treating each other as strangers...fuck da problems...I don't want any us to die with bullshit between us. But aye live ya life...yall been doing it for years but at the end of the day you know what yall core vibrate to....so can yall stop whateva going on cause I love y'all and I think its wack whateva is the issues....but once again let me shut up and let yall be grown...But I'm bored and tired of this wackiness and bullshit. Find yaself but don't shit on each other over whateva it is. But thirdly let me shut my Alabama ass up lol. At the end of the day I love y'all and miss yall....I'm not bout to energy into yall if you giving me stale toast...no sir/ma'am #itsbeen6yrs #getoveritanddeal $donthave2bdasamebutnofakeness #timeourreunion #getoverwhatevaitis

[abbeyfangirl]

This is a shoutout to my lovely fans! ❤

If you think it's fucking okay to; •treat ANYONE like shit •harass •assault (sexually or otherwise) •torture •say awful things to Then you, sir, ma'am, otherwise; lack empathy, which is a human emotion kind, normal, people have that can be used through tolerance and acceptance. I'm a feminist and equalist. I understand not all men are evil assholes who harass my fucking friends, sometimes it's the bitchy women. I know. I've seen both. But I want fucking rights, the same as men. I want black people to walk down the street without being called nigger. And everyone suddenly fucking wonders why this generation has become detatched and rude. We're fucking suffering from assholes, who've always been around. We have to be heartless to walk down the street, go to school. We have to put up with all of your close-minded, scared bullshit. Homophobia is stupid. You aren't scared, you're an asshole- Morgan Freeman. He's wrong in a way. People are afraid of change. I don't fucking care if you're fucktard religion tells you it's wrong to love people. Sorry you assholes but no one with half a brain and a basic understanding of love agrees with your shit. No. One. How do you want to explain to your children that they can't fucking do something, or ask something, or POST SOMETHING, because of patriarchy and the evil bitches of the world. I want to fucking post pictures of gender fluids hotties on Facebook like how straight, hetero, cisgender dudes post hot chicks. Let me fucking post shit about weed. It educates people, even if your viewpoints think it's wrong. It's fucking WEED. MARIJUANA. It's never killed anyone. Yet y'all motherfuckers post shit about CIGARETTES WHOVE FUCKING KILLED AND ARE KILLING MY LOVED ONES RIGHT NOW. SO WHAT THE FUCK Let me post and talk about and say what I want to say. Let me try to learn who I am and educate myself so I can understand what and what not to do. Let me learn. Let me grow. I don't want to be another asshole that people have to deal with. I want to be the person people like and think that I'm a fucking open, caring, loving person. When I'm dead, I want to be remembered as the fucking cunt you who loved and accepted everyone, except assholes. Just please fucking respect people. You don't gotta love them. You don't even have to like or agree with what they are. Just don't be assholes. Just let them be themselves. Give them equal rights because we're all fucking human here. Holy fuck.

[galactic-dragoness]

Sir/ma'am this is a niche PS2 platformer furry blog: why are you following me. The FNAF supernatural meme was a one time thing I swear.