#I'm not fucking psychic I can't know you're taking a piss

[amayikes]

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[allwormdiet]

Buzz 7.12

I'm sure all of this will blowwww over

Not a great sign that Grue's immediate response is to deny any connection to this, but it's not unexpected either.

I wonder how much of this for Tattletale is seeing a kid in torment, seeing a teenage "psychic" girl in torment, realizing that she read Coil wrong, wondering what else she's read Coil wrong on, realizing that this is going to fracture the team.

She might be some kinda culpable, but for now at least I'm willing to believe that Coil pulled one over on her.

And this is why. Coil would have very easily left enough of the data incomplete in order to keep her from suspecting what's up. The blackmail would've been a lot more simple of a conclusion to reach, and how he'd even known she was a precognitive is a wild quandary.

Speaking of the team's fracture.

I wonder if this is how Coil works. He gives you what you want, and then he smears you with the guilt of associating with him. Makes you realize you're dependent on him.

It still doesn't reflect great on Brian, though, that his first thought is looking out for for him and his and let the rest of them burn for all he cares. It's cold, and I don't know how much of that coldness is his default and how much of that coldness is what's been imparted by his old man.

And it doesn't take much for Taylor to poke holes in the argument, either. This isn't some distant problem he can write off as having nothing to do with him, he objectively played a role, however minor, in this girl being kidnapped and turned into a little drone.

Not entirely shocked that Bitch is apathetic, the only reason she'd care is if Dinah was a dog or had mattered to her previously. People aren't her bag unless they prove something to her.

Little disappointed in Alec, though. Would've thought that the whole "mind slave" thing would hit him the wrong way but I guess that's not what he worries about.

Also, Taylor, hon, you knew that all of these people were career criminals from a relatively young age, and you knew two of them were killers, even if there were mitigating circumstances. You can be appalled at the lack of concern for Dinah in particular but you chose to associate with them.

Honestly it's an outrageous gamble on Coil's part. If any of the more aggressive Undersiders had taken umbrage with that stunt I don't know if there's enough destiny in the world that would've prevented his skull meeting concrete.

And uhh, mm. Tattletale's not doing great on the morality thing either. "Better her than me," is that where she is?

Brian fucked this one. He only gets aggressive with the team when he's convinced that he has to, and I can't help but noticed that when "he has to" overlaps with when someone is bucking his authority.

Of course she'd thought about how to fight the Undersiders before this, when it was all just infiltration for the sake of the good guys. But now she's given up on that, genuinely wanting to have them as friends and teammates, and the possibility of having to take them down is more real than ever.

Fucking sucks, but that's what it is, huh.

Taylor turned down the option of just continuing to endure high school, because she couldn't stand the thought of being under that kind of pressure when she had other options.

She turned down being a hero because she realized she didn't want to be a traitor to the others, and because the heroes had done nothing but piss her off for the entire month she's been active as a cape.

She left home because she couldn't deal with her father, couldn't stand the idea of letting him in or telling him anything, choosing to push him away rather than speak to him about anything meaningful.

All these bridges burned and now she realizes she's adrift with people she suddenly cannot trust, with no direction for where to go next.

It's easy to call her shortsighted, maybe, but how the fuck could she have known?

This one hurts.

Mm. I dunno if Coil wouldn't force them to make that choice, is the thing. The Travelers would be easier, yeah, but he likes fucking with people.

Yeah, see, this arc gave Taylor just that little bit more data to wonder if this is a pattern for Brian, if she's been looking at him with rose-tinted glasses (yes) and whether he's a bad person (don't know, but my guess is "complicated").

The Empire's attack and the introduction of Dinah are only two data points, and from a more distanced perspective that might not be enough to judge how indicative that is of his morality, but Dinah is the hill that Taylor is willing to die on, and she can't distance herself from it. Not that I think she necessarily should, mind, but this is an extremely thorny dilemma that Coil very deliberately threw into the middle of the team to see what would happen.

Taylor "Careful" Hebert, everyone.

I'm glad at least someone is holding out the olive branch here. It kind of has to be Lisa, because Alec and Rachel don't give a shit and Brian is already on Taylor's shitlist rn, but still.

And yeah, obviously she's not going to be leaving for a while with what's coming, but they don't know that.

Heart's already broken, what's a few more pieces chipped off?

And of course, Murphy has a timing for the dramatic.

Yeah no kidding Tattletale isn't bothering to front with the smiles in this moment, this could kill them all, or frankly there's a nonzero chance it could do worse.

Because above all else, even as an outright felon who disrespects all authority, Taylor wants to be a good person.

...And I suspect Lisa knows that.

Current Thoughts

It's incredible, honestly, you'd think at some point the plot would stop accelerating somewhere along the line, but no, we're just cranking it up further and further.

The tensions between Taylor and the other Undersiders is so rough to read, she genuinely pinned a lot of her hopes on this friendship and now she's being let down, again, because she's the one who has a whole thing about trying to do what's right and their baggage involves... not that. Heartbreaking as per usual.

And then the fucking Endbringer. I'm gonna talk about it more in the Interlude but this is just another reason I want to kick Coil in the teeth, slimy fuck that he is. Moron rang the goddamn dinner bell for a localized apocalypse generator.

Let's hope nobody dies I give a shit about, I guess.

[zwoelffarben]

My autistic ass doesn't know how to think normal, so I'll connect dots no other motherfucker would dream to connect. This makes me especially good at utilizing this technique because I can authentically say shit like:

my braincells are on strike until working conditions improve, and I for one applaud their efforts at organized labour

@.residentExpertInSpiritualMatters, Would you, our resident expert in spiritual matters, say that faith is earned?

I'm manafesting the furnature in her house one inch to the left right now.

Eeeeh, mayonnaise is overrated and could use the vibe check.

remember my braincells are on strike: The scabs running the show right now can't count past three.

don't take the piss out of me: I'm dehydrated.

These are highlight quotes from a conversation I had in a group chat with a distressed friend. This is the type of bullshit I just drop, like, all the time. Normal people are often liable to take psychic damage when I speak without restraint. Like, my brain is practically tailor-made for this technique.

I always feel so guilty when someone's in a distressed state and all I can do do to comfort them is say the inane shit I always say (accompanied by whatever variation on the theme of "I hear what you're saying and your feelings are valid," I think is best suited for the specific scenario), because the 'this is no time for jokes trope is so fucking ubiquitous; but now, knowing that it's a legitimate technique, I'm still gonna feel guilty about it but this time with a 'shut the fuck up guilt' button that I can press at any point.

I told my gf that I was having an episode earlier and she replied "is it the beach episode" and it shocked me so much that it grounded me immediately

[tuiyla]

You think Santana never found out about the Mayan wedding? (this sounds like I'm calling you stupid lol please know that's not what I mean at all! I just want to know your thoughts) I always assumed Tina or someone would have told her. Although if she did know then how would Sam continue being alive🤔 I can't believe Brittany's first marriage wasn't even with Santana 😭 I can't believe flopson has some sort of a career in hollywood

That's a good point, s4 one-sided Santina feud wouldn't stand for Santana living in blissful ignorance lol. Imagine this: Tina's attempt at "getting back at" Santana backfires. Because of her "one word: Bram. gotta go hon" Santana is back at McKinley yet again and performing Nutbush, not what Tina wants when she's trying to prove she's the divaest of all. So, blinded by pettiness and maybe getting wind of Santana wanting Britt back, she lets it slide to Santana (with a smirk on of course).

"Oh, didn't you hear? Sam and Brittany got married just before Christmas. That's right, married."

And Tina's really proud of herself for a second because Santana's been stealing her thunder all year and this is her gotcha moment (for some reason lol). But instead of Santana being pissed, she just... starts crying. And Tina's like, shit, she doesn't know what to do here. Except she does, because suddenly the one-sided feud even Santana "psychic third eye" Lopez is unaware of doesn't seem that important.

I don't think Santina would actually have a heart-to-heart here but you're right, why wouldn't Tina tell her? Even putting the ridiculous and beloved feud apart, Santinacedes have their gossip line going. So Tina's bound to blurt it out to both of Bram's past significant others that the two (kinda, almost, not really) got married. Suffice to say Santana takes it way more seriously, and personally, than Mercedes does.

Luckily it was just a joke wedding because Sheldon the king stepped in but, within the show's logic, Bram fully believe they're married for like what, a week? And Brittany can explain it away to Santana and not that Santana had any entitlement to her anyway at that point but, I mean, fuck, it's gotta still hurt you know? I don't believe for a second Santana wouldn't spiral over it even just a little bit. Imagine if your ex who you've been in love with for years and only broke up with due to long distance told you she got married to a dude she'd been dating for a literal week.

Oh and to answer the question itself, whether Santana ever found out about the Mayan wedding... Idk. Probably? Sooner or later? It does hugely matter how, though, because it's different to find out from Tina as Bram are actively dating and to, say, hear a throwaway line form Britt when Brittana are engaged/married. But she'd be hurt either way. Well at least thank fuck Brittany had one actual marriage and one marriage only. Focusing on the happy thought of Brittana being wives instead of the utter insult of the Mayan wedding lol.

On the note of Flopson, ughhhh. I wish no ill on him as a person but god do I wish he stayed far, far away from Glee. What a gigantic flop of a screenwriter I hate almost every single thing he did.

[blondrichclosetwitch]

Call me Lazarus

Hey lord, heal me

Make ready my veil

And once you're gone, you can never come back

I see myself in my nemesis

I contemplated forgiveness

I think I lost all my innocence

It's always had that ghost who always almost Tells me the Secret...

How there's really no difference in who he was once

And who he's become

Everything you hated me for

Honey there was so much more

I just didn't get busted.

Pull me out

Pull me out

Can't you stop this all from happening?

Close the doors and keep them out

Dig me out

Oh, dig me out

Couldn't you have kept this all from happening?

Dig me out from under our house

It'll take some time but somewhere down the line

And now I'm older they say that I'm so much bolder

Got your head up high

Oh, oh the answer was, hey become a dancer

Well, I've been afraid of changing cause I've built my life around you

No one's picking up the phone, guess it's me and me

Now we’re through

***

Hey Jakk, hey.

Did you know today is my 9 year nyc anniversary? It is . I remember that first day like it was yesterday; I was renting zeb’s room for a month, where I did nitrous like a motherfucker and tried to prepare myself for seeing my ex. Glad I stopped doing nitrous! Of course, there was that time I rented that gorgeous hotel room on the LES so we’d have a place to talk our shit out in 2015, and you didn’t come.

I fell off the wagon then, didn’t I.

Did I ever tell you about the night in November 2016 that psychic Jakk was supposed to meet me out, supposedly, and the spirit dragged me all over the LES from 9 til 3 in the morning, until my phone was dead, because the spirit said I was being followed? First I waited for you in a bar in my braids and orange shirt and pendulum until they kicked me out. I even wrote it to a man who was eyeing me in my activities, and went over and put it in front of him.

I remember after leading me in circles I was finally brought back to that very same hotel where I tried to have that date with you in 2015. Isn’t that ironic? There it was, almost 4 in the morning, and I’m asking for you by some fake name that you’ve supposedly gotten us a room under so we could be together....and she says you’re not there. Now, why would a spirit pretend to be psychic you, and lead me astray on wild goose chases? It’s so funny, isn’t it, that this spirit was so gung-ho on getting me to verge of collapse. Isn’t it.

I got bronchitis. For a month.

But see, Jakk, there were so many of those. Nights where I would be forced to stay up all night singing to your picture, because you (sorry again, psychic Jakk) said you were going crazy from what she was doing. Nights I’d go and wait for you in bars with no money, but you’d never come. Staying up all hours of the night taking taxis from hospital to hospital because I was told you were shot. It literally broke my heart trying to find you.

Sorry. Him.

Oh, I wanted to tell you. The other day when “surprise ending “ played twice?

Well I figured it out.

See, I tried to be real nice on blond’s birthday. I’m still pretty pissed off about the PI, and I wanted to put her through the ringer, but then...I softened. God apparently knew I was going to do that because earlier in the day, he said I was going to surprise myself in what I wrote that day.

He’s always right.

Anyway, I decided I wanted to send a letter in the mail to your work, so I went on fb to Find out where you were working, and then I unfortunately saw your birthday greetings to her.

I don’t know how exactly to explain what that did to me. I guess I was shocked that you could know she sent a PI to my house, or fake PI which is even fucking worse, because it means YET AGAIN she is sending one of her guys to me to fill me with fake fucking fear......and yet you look the other way again...

Thus, I lost my shit.

Because there you are, wishing her happy birthday.

Talking about how good she is.

Man, it lit something in me, Jakk.

All of a sudden, the music just took off. Like the other side meant business. And you know what I’ve found, Jakk? That when I’m angry, I love to write.

I could write all fucking day.

I guess, Jakk, this is the part in the story where the heroine rips all of the hero’s pictures off the wall. Pictures that she had been *told* to print out and put all over her apartment right after her niece died. Pictures that started telling her all sorts of things that made her think he was always dying. Pictures that insisted they needed to sleep next to her in bed, and needed to be the focus of ANY sexual energy. Pictures that got jealous when other men tried to show me attention, as those tapes *that I already sent you* show.

The funny thing is, you being off the walls seems to make the spirits VERY happy. Like those fucking pictures were the last things keeping me enslaved.

So I guess that’s the surprise ending.

Never thought I’d say it, but It’s nice to not see your face.

[dinasilvertongue]

https://soundandmountains.wordpress.com/2022/07/14/the-s-hes-your-soulmate-con/?fbclid=IwAR1hjO2vx9y0U9P1u54lDWji-eAdBoPOb33IlxXYb17AHRD-pqKi_UZUKmY

Meanwhile, in local news…. So, I was doing an annual check-up a few days ago (I really need to stop doing that w/some ppl, who love to take advantage of the fact that I care & love too much)—and I found this little gem…. As intended, it rubbed me the wrong way—but at first I thought, why bother?—let it slide; on second thought, however, since you’re obviously gagging for some closure (after meeting me exactly once—and btw you still owe me what?—$80 for that "great reiki session" you’d conned me into giving you for free), I thought I’d give it to you, even though it's been five years since my car was totaled in the exact same month I'd met you… You know who you remind me of w/your ongoing theories that some clients don't come back because you told them the truth (or were otherwise just too honorable or too good for them, right?)��you remind me of those guys (like Dan from Florida, actually, but I've run into the same line before) who, after finding out that I "claim" to be bisexual, but also finding out that I don't want to fuck them personally, decide to announce that I'm simply wrong about my own desires & I really just have a preference for women—in other words, I just don't want to fuck them cuz I'm gay... I mean, they're right that I have a *preference*—and it's a preference for fucking & talking to people other than themselves... But you see, their egos are so fragile that they'll go out of their way to concoct any theory that makes it about my inadequacies & not theirs (which makes them even *less* attractive as lovers or as friends—or teachers, or readers, or reiki practitioners)... I did not come back to see you not because I couldn't "handle the truth," of which you spoke so little—but, to the contrary, cuz half the shit you told me was a *lie* (I mean, you shouldn't even know my fucking last name—so how do you even know about my blog?—or the fact that I am "a Jew," as you for *some* reason told my roommate, who I don't even think knew that detail herself since we'd never discussed my ethnicity to the best of my recollection)... I did not come back to see you because I *didn't like you* & decided to pass on what was sure to become a connection that would have been quite detrimental for me & extremely favorable for you (which is why you still can't get over it)... I felt you were too volatile, parasitic (as in, you don't ask or wait for something to be given to you—you just sort of *take* it), pushy, rude, & emotionally unstable to be my reiki teacher—or anything (and I suspect some of those clients who don't come back to see you because you're just too much, might have felt the same way)... I hope that answers your questions enough for you to stay away from my fucking birthday next year in posting what are, in fact, extremely judgmental thoughts: I mean, if I were a client who came to a reader about an emotional issue, and that reader used the words "the person you *claim* to love"—like we're in a court of law & you're using the word "alleged"—I'd just say, "You know what, I don't need this shit"... If you were my therapist & you used the words "claim to love," you'd be a piss-poor shrink who'd have no clients left... Now leave me the fuck alone...