#It belongs to Vietnam now

[ace-hell]

"italy ruled out that the don't recognize jerusalem as israel's capital"

Well first of all who tf are you even lmfao no one asked

Second of all, be careful italy, you saw what happened to gaza after they took hostage our people, and you got our menorah🫵🏻

I wouldn't get so cocky if i were you

[gorgeys]

FOR YOU ★ katniss everdeen

katniss everdeen x fem!reader

you see katniss for the first time after she wins the 74th annual hunger games

warnings: just some cheesy fluff bc i watched the hunger games for the first time

word count: 1145

note: this takes place after the first movie bc i’ve only watched that one and the ballad of songbirds and snakes 🫣

also this is kinda based on that one forrest gump scene where he’s at the vietnam war protest and jenny starts running to him through the reflecting pool to get to him 😭😭

hope you enjoy!!

the second she steps off the train, she’s already surrounded by the crowd.  some people are chanting her name, others are offering her the three-finger salute, and some are even crying.  she feels peeta squeeze her shoulder as he steps off behind her, and she can sense the smile on his face.

but she can barely feel his fingers on her skin or hear district 12 celebrating around her.  she’s so focused, her eyes frantically scanning the crowd.  there were so many people there to congratulate and thank her yet she only wanted to see one person.

it takes a few seconds before she hears a faint shout of her name.

“katniss!” the voice calls out.  “katniss!”

her ears instantly perk up and she instinctively moves toward the source of the sound.

“katniss!”

it’s clearer now and she’s sure she knows who it belongs to.  she can see people getting shoved in the back of the crowd as someone makes their way to the front.  she doesn’t even need to see who it is before tears rim her eyes.

she involuntarily releases a strained noise of sheer desperation before she speeds up, the crowd kindly parting for her.  the same can’t be said for you as you use every bit of your strength to push past citizens, some of them leaving you irritated glances.

luckily you make quick work and suddenly your unkempt hair catches katniss’ eye.  she notices your rough, seasoned hands fighting those around you to get to her and now she’s nearly running toward you.

she screams your name, letting you know that she’s seen you and reminding you of how intensely she’s missed you.  her voice is raw and distraught.  she reminds you of how painful it is for her to be without you.

only when you’ve made it all the way to the front do you stop and does katniss get a clear look at you.  you stumble out of the crowd, nearly falling, but you catch yourself.  bystanders stare, questioning the importance of your presence, but all you do is look up and meet katniss’ eyes.

she stops fifteen steps ahead of you.  only then does she remember why she had fought so hard to stay alive; why she had killed; why she had refused to give up even when the odds were against her.  because, when she looked into your eyes—your perfect, beautiful, joyful eyes that reflected all of her own emotions—she remembered that it was all for you.

she refused to let her life end in that artificial forest because her life hadn’t truly begun until she was able to be with you.  you were her reason, the single thing that kept her going, that motivated her, that she thought about on every dark, cold, soulless night.  

she dreamed endlessly about returning to district 12 just to be wrapped in your warm embrace, to feel your chaste kiss on her cheek, and to start a new life with you.  in fact, she dreamed about this very moment that she was living in.  she dreamed about everything from how you would look to the way you would look at her.  she dreamed about how it would feel and what she would do, but once she was in the moment, everything was more powerful than she could have ever imagined.  everything was far more perfect than in her dreams.

she watched your own tears swell as your eyes settled upon her.  your hands came to your face, covering your mouth as you fought your natural crying face into a smile.

seeing you cry always made her so weak and she felt her tears start flowing down her cheeks.  she felt her ugly cry begin but she couldn’t help it.  it felt so good to see you that it was almost painful.  you had woven your way into her heart and now the two of you were one.

a tiny part of her brain was scared of what you might think of her.  would you be afraid of her after seeing her kill so ruthlessly?  would you lose your feelings after watching her at her lowest moment?  or worst of all, would you be angry at her after witnessing her onscreen romance with peeta?

she had played into her role during the games—the girl on fire who was head over heels for the baker’s son—but the games were over now and there was no need to pretend anymore.  while peeta may have loved her, katniss’ feelings for him were never close to what she felt for you.  she just hoped that you had realized that too.

no matter what peeta would say to her or how many people were there to worship her, everything seemed insignificant when she was face to face with you.  and you felt exactly the same.  that empty hole in your chest that had appeared when katniss had volunteered all those weeks ago was suddenly full.  with her return to district 12, katniss everdeen has also returned your heart.

she finally started toward you, slowly at first, and then faster.  it didn’t matter who was watching, whether it was peeta or the capitol or the whole world, she had a primitive need to be with you.  and you would accept her with open arms.

she tightly hugged your shoulders, her grip so strong that you couldn’t have pulled away even if you wanted to.  she pulled your body into hers and kept your face close to hers so that your noses were nearly touching.

your hands found solace holding each side of her face.  she knew how powerful your hands were from all the times you had been hunting together so it meant even more when you were able to hold her so gently.  you always touched her like she was glass that would break in your hands if you weren’t careful.  she relished the feeling; no one had ever treated her so softly and made her feel so special, not peeta, not gale.

when you felt her warm skin beneath your fingers, everything felt all the more real.  she was really there.  she had really survived the deadliest of arenas and now she was here with you.  she was here for you.

you shared a single loving gaze, one that conveyed every emotion.  you shared your sorrow, your pain, your excitement, your joy, your newfound relaxation.  you shared your bare love with each other.

only then did she press her lips to yours in a feverish kiss. your lips fit perfectly as your tears merged into a single stream.  you disregarded air and molded yourselves into each other, willing the moment to live on forever.

a single thought entered katniss’ mind, one that would’ve sounded crazy to anyone but her:

she would’ve done it all over again if it meant coming home to you.

omg i’m so sorry that i haven’t been writing any requests i have 9 sitting in my inbox 😭

the next story will prob be camille from house of usher and then i’ll work on those requests starting with naomi from wolf of wall street

i’ll try to be better y’all 😔

[local-hellhound-steals-spaghetti]

Okay, so I'm gonna contribute to the discourse as someone who did research at both Khao Khaew and the now demolished Dusit Zoo, both part of the Zoological Parks Association Under Royal Patronage (ZPA). And as someone familiar with the workings of AZA zoos as a contrast.

I will concede that on one hand, standards and practices leave a lot to be desired. Unfortunately part of it is connected to the same social norms that have allowed JJ Market to continue the exotic pet trade, animal cafes and roadside zoos to proliferate, and people to own trendy dog breeds that clearly don't belong in Bangkok. And it's what leads to a lot of stereotypic and distressed behaviors passed off as cute (including but not limited to Moo Deng); this is before the toxic element of social media is added to the mix.

There's also economics. Yes, Thailand is technically an industrialized country, but in the same way that Indonesia and Vietnam are (contrast with Singapore, which is proportionately ahead of most Western countries). It's important to see what's between those gleaming skyscrapers. And that is a contributing factor to a lot of resource shortfalls for the zoos themselves; that's not getting into COVID and the ripple effect of closing Dusit Zoo without an alternative in place.

In that regard, the damning thing is that the standards of ZPA zoos are actually leaps and bounds ahead of not just the country but the region (minus Singapore; I would argue that it's actually unproductive to bring its zoo up as a comparison). Like look at Pata and the now defunct Tiger Temple; places that Westerners reveled in as late as the 00s. At least in ZPA case, they have also done essential conservation work; especially for clouded leopards, hornbills, and sun bears.

That doesn't make it any less WTF when I see a lot of clout-chasing vids that

Still part of me can't help but get defensive at the manner of fixation from a primarily western crowd. Both from those who use Western/Industrialized zoos as a way to contrast, as well as the PETA-types.

I do *not* think you yourself are being racist. If anything it's paternalistic to assume that a zoo in Thailand can't be held to higher standards. *However*, I have found a very patronizing mentality among many other western critics that does veer into racism frequently. You are already familiar with the way anti-zoo folks will take something out of context to fit their agenda; now force that through an othering lens.

At the same time, I will concede Thais are glossing over issues and practices when they rush to defend KKZ. Considering the context of how they are approached, I empathize with why they are defensive. But many do downplay and refuse to tackle the aforementioned social norm in how animal husbandry is viewed by wider populace.

TLDR: KKZ and the other ZPA branches have a ton of issues, a lot of those issues are socially systemic, and there should be pressure to reform. At the same time, it shouldn't get canceled, especially considering the important bts work it does and especially the immediate alternatives. And that pressure to reform should be accompanied by resources.

Hey there I really appreciate you sharing your research into the facilities! My intention of the posts has never been to "cancel" the zoo or to dictate their protocols. I don't believe in any sort of western dictation to other countries.

Honestly, I completely understand the defensiveness towards criticism of the handling of Moo Deng - she's an icon, she's brought in millions of dollars into the Thailand economy and the zoo's profits. Tourists are travelling all around the world to see her!

Although it has gotten to the point where their defensiveness is veering into delusion, with people insisting that pygmy hippos love it when you smack them and chase them around so it's fine actually... but I digress...

And I'm sure that the keeper thinks what he's doing is completely fine and not an issue. And if it generates clicks and views, that's good for the zoo, right? So why would they see any point in changing their practises?

I guess my hope is that maybe they might use those millions of dollars to improve conditions for the animals and the staff, provide resources for collaboration with zoos like Singapore Zoo and give keepers more resources to review and improve current pracises.

But they won't do that if their current poor animal husbandry practises are reinforced with clout and feverant defense of the keepers (it's actually kind of amazing how loyal people are to this one keeper!)

So now they have money and potentially more resources from this whole thing - but they're probably not going to use it to change practises that got them that money in the first place.

Anyway, I agree with your points and you've summed it up well!

[conkreetmonkey]

So Jack Marston was 4 in 1899. He was 19 in 1914. This has some truly crazy implications about the time periods Jack could reasonably live to see. Despite the low likelihood of it given his lifestyle, let's assume he lives to die of old age.

(it's a long one under the cut)

Jack Marston would be 25 in 1920, meaning he would be in the prime of his life during the roaring twenties. He would be 34 on Black Tuesday in 1929, and live through the Great Depression, coming out the other side at 46 years old.

He would live through both world wars, so if we're assuming he's somehow cleaned up his name and is no longer n outlaw, perhaps existing under another identity, he would be drafted into at least one world war, as he would live through both WWI and WWII. Let's assume he either dodges the draft or survives the battlefield; likely the former, as he'd still hate the federal government with a burning passion, and is no stranger to evading their grasp.

When WWII ended in 1945, Jack would have been about 50. He'd have seen both gunslingers and nukes in his lifetime. He'd have watched horses be replaced by cars, and airplanes become a mainstream technology.

Jack Marston would be 55-65 in the 1950s. He'd witness the development and popularization of plastic, TVs pop up in every home, and hyperconsumerism become the norm as wrinkles set in and his hair started falling out. At this point, especially for the time, he'd truly be getting old. Maybe he'd have kids, or even grandkids by thus point. Would he be happy, having experienced the best and worst of America? He was probably too old to serve in Vietnam; there's no way he wouldn't have some sort of disability by this point.

Jack Marston would be 75 in 1970. At this point, death of old age becomes exponentially more likely with every passing year, but let's be hyper-optimistic just to push this to its limits. Jack would witness hippies. Would he like or dislike them, these men who despise the government-mandated bloodshed he'd lived through, yet resisted through bright colours, bongoes and weed?

Old Man Marston, if still kicking, would be 85 in 1980. Probably going senile by this point, but if still mentally sharp and with nimble enough fingers, Jack could have played Donkey Kong at 86. He could have set foot in an arcade, assuming he can still walk.

Now, as egregiously unlikely as it is, let's assume Jack lives to 100. An obscenely old age, especially given all the things he's lived through. The stress, the bullets, the cigarette smoke and lead paint... let's assume his body remains functional despite it all, some defiant force deep in his soul refusing to let him die.

If he lived to 100, Jack would have died in 1995.

Think about how insane that would be. A man raised by the last remnants of the wild west, fading out as the internet begins. He'd have seen the moon landing, and eaten at McDonald's.

Six more years, and he would have witnessed 9/11.

Jack's great grandchildren, assuming he and every child afterwards reproduced at age 30, would have been about 10 in '95. They'd have been millennials. They'd be 35 during the beginning of the Covid lockdowns. They'd be alive today, and remember their great grandfather. Perhaps they inherited a few hats and antique guns. Perhaps they now live in sprawling urban environments like Saint Denis or Blackwater, watching electronic billboards and anti-homeless architecture go up, rent go up 20% per year, and a sandwich go from $5 to $15. Maybe they'd watch Jack's now-senile firstborn lose money that used to, long ago, belong to the Van Der Linde Gang, falling for a Nigerian prince or Google gift card scam.

Or maybe Jack Marston's kid(s) died to Covid. It's entirely possible, nay plausible given the timeline as it exists. Jack was one generation away from possibly living to read Homestuck or watch Space Jam in the old folks home.

What do you think Arthur, John and Jack would think if there was an afterlife, looking down upon what America had become in 12 short decades? Would they relate to John's great-great-grandchildren, to living in a time and place that doesn't want you? To the impossibility of making an honest living, of escaping America's newest model of the Orphan Crushing Machine? Would they see Dutch echoed in Trump, Cornwall in Bezos or Musk? An empire they watched grow up begin to slow down from age, never ceasing in its quest to ruin as many lives as possible?

How would they feel, watching Jack's 9 year old great-great-grandchild, still bearing the Marston name, do active shooter drills in her classroom as the air turned to poison and the summer to a kiln? As men like Dutch prod her along into a life of miserable servitude to a gang of thieves, elevated to untouchable American royalty with Pinkertons and the law as their knights?

Personally, I think they'd be quite upset.

[wanderlust-in-my-soul]

Hi, I'm new to BL.

Have watched kiseki, the Japanese drama with the unlucky student, and now Pit Babe. I'm bored with too innocent dramas and I prefer adult story lines with good chemistry. Do you have some favorites from recent years? Would love to look up some titles.

The hornier the better 😉

Uhhh, nice ask! For the answer I made up two categories: the ones with mature storylines and the horny ones. Of course, the two categories overlap in places, but the categorisation was helpful for me for a better horny classification 😅 There are incredibly good series for both groups. And I'm happy to talk about them.

Let's start with the mature ones. And just so you know, this is going to be a very long list 😅

The Mature-List

180 Degree Longitute Passes Through Us

This series had us under its peculiar spell in 2022. I would rate the horny scale at 1/10, the chemistry between the two mains is terrific and the tension cutting, but that's not what this theatrical masterpiece is about. It's about acceptance, grief, guilt and the fact that all of this can either destroy you or make you grow and emerge stronger. Highly recommended.

Ghost Host, Ghost House

The series starts off rather funny and strange and develops over time into a profound story about grief, letting go and healing. It's all somewhat broken up by a love story with incredibly good chemistry and very nice NC scenes. These two can kiss! And yet nothing is easy and grief takes time and only when you have been able to mourn you can heal.

Goodbye, Mother

Nau Van travels back to his home country of Vietnam with his partner. Instead of telling the family that they are a couple, they are caught in the middle of a family drama. The film is very emotional, the characters are well drawn and the story told is touching and well written. If you want to watch something different from the "standard" series, you've definitely come to the right place. Highly recommended, but watch out for triggers such as violence and homophobia.

Happy Ending Romance

I would go out on a limb and say that the gif may be a little misleading here. On a horny scale, the series would be in the lower range. But it's still quite progressive for Korea. The story is very intricate and you have to be careful not to miss anything. An aspiring writer, disappointed and deceived by the publishing world, hides behind his own walls and those built by his partner, a well-known and celebrated author. Until a young publisher sneaks into our writer's life and tries to lure him out of hiding so that the world can experience his genius. Maybe it's the fact that it's about publishing and writing or because I just think the publisher with his fuzzy head and sunshine smile is so cute, but I loved the series!

I Feel You Linger In The Air

Horny? At times, yes. Mature? Definitely. A tragic story set in a past in which homosexuality was frowned upon and the male descendant was expected to take over the business and live his life according to the ideas of the head of the family. And that's where our protagonist Jom, a heartbroken young man from the current century, is thrown in by an accident. He meets Yai, a young man with whom he shares a very special bond. The chemistry between these two is outstanding and the characters are so well written. Such a beautiful series!

Innocent

I must admit, I was a little bit confused when I first started this miniseries. I put it to the side and some time later I started it again. And it finally clicked. It's not an easy series and yet it can give you back your faith in love and trust. Yu Shi has some really bad trauma from his childhood, but chooses to stay witth Wu Zheng and the latter is patient enough for Yu Shi to trust him enough for Noah to accept him in his life.

La Pluie

This series divides opinion. Some find it consistently terrific and well-written and others may have problems with one or two characters. I belong to the latter group, which spoilt the series for me towards the end, but I would still list it here. Because tastes are different and absolutely subjective. You should form your own opinion here. The bottom line is that La Pluie is about soul mates and whether it's something you choose yourself or something that is predetermined. The NC scenes are delicate and appealing and the basic idea behind the series was actually very interesting. It's thought-provoking and packaged in nice pictures.

Life: Love on the line (Director's Cut)

Itou Akira and ishi Yuuki meet on their way to school while walking on the white line. They become friends and fall in love. What follows is a portrayal of their lives as they struggle through high school and college and eventually arrive in adult life. And as in every life, there are obstacles and problems and the older and bigger you get, the bigger the problems become. A film well worth seeing.

Long Time No See

What happens when a contract killer falls in love and the person he's dating isn't necessarily who he claims to be? An excellent film in any case, peppered with a nice story, good NC scenes, great chemistry between the actors, a sister as the best mood enhancer and also very well choreographed violence. In other words, everything you could wish for. And I can't and don't want to say any more, otherwise I could spoil important things and we don't want that.

Moonlight Chicken

EarthMix with a very aesthetic NC scene right in the first episode? Oh yes! But apart from the fact that the two of them really surprised me in this series, Moonlight Chicken simply blew me away with its storytelling, the depth of the individual stories, the well-drawn characters and the emotions that the individual stories evoked in me. The series tells stories about new beginnings, about letting go of the past, about trust, about acceptance, about grief and anger and about finding relationships where you didn't expect to at first and that love can't cure everything, but it can make life a little more bearable.

Old Fashion Cupcake

Old Fashion Cupcakes is a story about adults for adults. It's a comforting series that gives you courage and makes you realise that you're never too old to enjoy life. Besides, the two of them eat the most delicious things and I'm constantly hungry while watching. It is so good to see Nozue open up to Togawa and let the younger one lead him back into life.

Rec

I went into the film without any great expectations. And after the first few minutes, I actually thought that it was just a couple who like to film themselves having s'x. But at some point I was so captivated by the depth of the film. I was really touched at the end and understood why the two of them indulged themselves so excessively and filmed it. I can't put the film on the horny list because it would somehow be out of place there.

The Sign

A current series about two cops who realise that they are connected by past lives. Fate wanted them to fall in love and so they now have to overcome the hurdles that this love entails together. Because in earlier times, this love between Naga and Garuda was forbidden. Yes, there are a few mystical elements built in and they look pretty cool! The two mains have no problems with closeness and the NC scenes are some of the best out there.

Before we move on to the horny list, a few shout-outs for good series, which I didn't want to write about in detail:

Light

Plus and Minus

Manner of Death

Step by Step

Jack o'Frost

My Tooth Your Love

Papa & Daddy

Tokyo in April is...

My Personal Weatherman

The New Employee

To My Star (1+2)

Triage

Our Dating Sim

We are now leaving the mature series and moving on to the horny list (mostly with serious topics).

The Horny-List

Bed Friend

In addition to really good NC scenes, there is a lot of trauma shown. It's not quite my cup of tea, but many others find the series really good. I'll leave my personal opinion out of it and just say that this series is pretty high up on the horny list. However, you should pay attention to the trigger warnings and there are quite a few of them, especially when it comes to SA in every conceivable form.

Cutie Pie

I was pretty hyped about the show until the seventh episode or so. God was I obsessed. After that, the magic that Zee had on me left me a bit. The story really isn't the best, but I think most people didn't necessarily watch the show for the story. The two of them have really good chemistry and that kitchen scene still makes me weak in the knees sometimes. Definitely up there on the horny scale.

Dangerous Dr'gs Of S'x

There is no gif for this. Even if I found it here, I wouldn't insert it. Japan has two sides, either innocent and sweet or hardcore (well not really, but sometimes you can get this image). This one is hardcore. It's not necessarily horny and there's even a pretty heavy story behind it, but this film is riddled with s'x… Not necessarily consensual, at the beginning definitely not consensual. If you're over 18 and can take it, check it out. The film is not bad at all. It's just a bit different…

KinnPorsche

Praised by many, but viewed by me with a somewhat more critical eye, I would still recommend the series if you don't have a problem with dub-con or torture or violence in general. The mafia story is softened somewhat by the love scenes and the slapstick humour is not for everyone. It's a lot about daddy issues and whether you like the characters or not is something you have to decide for yourself.

Love In The Air

I have my issues with the show, but the more I watch and the more I try not to be quite so critical of toxic and destructive phatasies, the more these issues leave me unconcerned. Will I ever watch the series again? Nope. Can I understand why so many people love this show? Of course I do. That's why I don't want to withhold it from you here. LITA has a total of two stories to tell about two friends and their love life. The second story is definitely not an easy watch. There is trauma and SA and some stalking shit and it really can hit you. But for both parts, the NC scenes are, hands down, some of the best ever.

The End Of The World With You | Love At The End Of The World | Till The World Ends

We would have a Japanese doomsday scenario, a Filipino one and a Thai one. I'll summarise it under one point. All three are very explicit in their depiction of intimacy. All three are somewhat confusing story-wise. I had fun watching all three. In contrast to Love at the end of the world, The end of the world with you and Till the world ends are definitely still quite restrained.

Only Friends

The GmmTV actors have taken over and caused a huge mess. A group of friends want to open a hostel as a college project. Whilst in the series this somehow slips into the background at some point and really only served as a location for flings and water adventures, people get to know and love each other and some fall back on old friends to make new loves jealous. Somehow everyone was trying to hurt someone else at one point. I have found a new icon thanks to this series and have cheered for Boston and Boeing in their many endeavours. If I had to say one sentence about the show it would be that it's pure chaos, but damn Boston and Nick... hot.

Playboyy

Okay. I know the majority don't like this series, but I think it's terrific. I'm always amazed at how artistic the episodes are. How each couple has their own special setting, so you know who's about to appear. Yes, there is a lot of s'x, not necessarily horny s'x. It's often used for storytelling or as a catalyst for what happens next. And Prom and Nont are my little favourites. I find Prom only half as attractive without glasses, unless he swaps glasses for a blindfold… Still, on a horny scale it is up there.

Pornographer aka The Novelist

A student runs over a writer on his bike, breaking the writer's arm. As compensation (and because he can't pay damages), the student agrees to write down the writer's story he was working on. It is pornographic literature and while the writer dictates to the student, a kind of relationship develops between the two. This is not a romantic relationship in the classic sense, it's not about a cautious approach and getting to know each other, but about the psychology of lust and manipulation, about loneliness and the desire for more. It's pretty deep shit and I can only recommend it. But always with the warning that it's not going to be an easy watch.

Sweet Curse

Here's a short film for a change. I love short films! And Sweet Curse is one of them. Min-woo is jealous of one of his closest friends Ha-joon and wants to curse him. Too bad when the haunting spirit falls in love with the handsome and kind-hearted Ha-joon. When Korea has the freedom, they go all out. There are some short films that you wouldn't have expected from South Korea. And this here it's quite high up on the horny scale.

Wedding Plan

God, I love this series. No matter what anyone says, it was so good to watch these two fall in love and slowly let their walls down until the clothes followed. A very amusing series in which both mains know what they want and, above all, that they want each other, even if the planned wedding of one of them got in the way a little beforehand.

Why R U

The series may lack a bit of story, but if you want it horny, the Fighter x Tutor storyline is definitely for you. You have to hand it to Zee, the man can kiss. It's not the most adult series, set in college, but the topics are sometimes a bit heavier and the NC scenes are definitely worth watching.

I hope I haven't bored you and that there's something suitable for you in this small selection 😊 It was so fun making this list! Thank you again for this ask!

[blood-sucking-freaks]

Texas Chainsaw Massacre Facts

TCM is one of my favorite movies so here's some facts :)

-Bubba's real name is not known. Neither is Nubbins. But, at one point Drayton calls Bubba 'Junior', so we know he's either named after Grandpa Sawyer or their late/absentee father, though as neither are named, Bubba's name was never revealed.

-Gunnar Hansen wanted Bubba to be able to speak broken sentences, but the idea was shut down by Tobe Hooper

-Was originally supposed to be titles 'Head Cheese'. The title was later changed to 'Leatherface'. A week before filming was supposed to begin the title was finally changed to 'The Texas Chainsaw Massacre'.

-The dinner scene was shot in one day. It took 27 hours. It was so hot that the meat was rotting, so between the heat and the smell, cast and crew members were running out of the house every few minutes to throw up. It was filmed in one day because John Dugan, Grandpa Sawyer's actor, refused to sit through the 10 hour makeup process more than once, so all of the scenes with Grandpa had to be filmed at once.

-Most cast and crew, especially Gunnar, didn't like Paul Partain, Franklin's actor, as he stayed in character during the entire process of filming. When the two met again after filming and Gunnar realized that Paul was simply method acting they became close friends up until Paul's death.

-Gunnar was avoided by most people during filming. The cast of Bubba's victims avoided him because they didn't want to be around their killer. Gunnar wasn't allowed to take off his wool costume, so the heavy clothing and the Texan summer heat resulted in him being very smelly.

-Marilyn Burns was really cut during the scene where Grandpa drinks Sally's blood. After multiple takes of the scene, Gunnar got annoyed and secretly took the protective tape off the knife being used and actually cut her to get a more authentic reaction.

-The chainsaw was real and almost hurt several cast and crew members, Gunnar included.

-The armadillo in the beginning of the movie was taxidermized by Tobe Hooper.

-During the time of filming, the 'Sawyer house' was owned and lived in by a family, so the production was only allowed to rent the right section of the house.

-The house is now relocated and restored, and used as a restaurant called the Grand Central Cafe.

-The bones and meat were real, as it was cheaper to rent real human bones and use actual dead animals than to make fake ones.

-Makeup artist Dottie Pearl accidentally injected herself with formaldehyde during the preparations of the dead animals.

-Tobe Hooper got the initial idea for the movie while he was Christmas shopping in the hardware section of a crowded store, when he saw a chainsaw display while thinking of a way to get out of the crowd.

-Edwin Neal, Nubbin's actor, is a Vietnam veteran. When asked how hard filming the movie was, he said that he's rather go back to Vietnam than reshoot the movie. He also said that if he ever saw Tobe Hooper again he might kill him.

-The film was shot mostly in chronological order.

-The last shot filmed was Bubba cutting his leg. Gunnar wore a metal plate over his leg and a piece of meat and a blood bag was placed on top.

-Gunnar's costume had one dyed shirt, so it couldn't be washed during the entire time filming.

-The movie took four weeks of filming every day, though it was only supposed to take two weeks.

-The victim's van belonged to one of the sound recordists, Ted Nicolaou.

-Bubba's teeth were special prosthetics made by Gunnar's dentist.

-At 6'4, Gunnar got multiple slight head injuries due to doorways and other objects. The Leatherface mask limited his peripheral vision severely. Even at his height, he had to wear three inch heels (which makes Bubba canonically 6'7).

-By the last day's shoot, Marilyn Burns' costume was so drenched in blood that it was practically solid. While most of the blood is fake, a lot of it was real, as she got badly cut on branches and undergrowth during the scene where Bubba chases Sally to the gas station,

-During the last night of shooting, the cast got high on pot brownies brought by Dottie Pearl. The brownies had to be hidden when Tobe Hooper's mother visited the set.

-Nubbin's death scene was shot in reverse.

-The narrator for the intro was payed in weed.

-During the scene where Bubba and Nubbins bring Grandpa downstairs, Gunnar kept pushing the rocking chair forwards, sending John falling into Edwin, which left neither party very happy. Gunnar kept doing this until John leaned into his ear and whispered threats.

[momma2boys]

Many thanks to @calaisreno for the prompt that got me writing the story that's been rattling around in my head for a few weeks.

John Watson has been invalided home from Vietnam and is desperately trying to keep Watson's Tri-State Trucking, the family business, solvent. As he travels across New York, Pennsylvania, and New Jersey, he notices a slender stranger. Late one night, they meet.

Prompt for May 1: Open

Everything ached. Everything from his shoulder to his big toe. The ache in his shoulder was dull and heavy. John tried stretching his neck from side to side to loosen it; experience told him it would be useless to try rotating the joint itself. The ache traveled down his arm in buzzy pulses that pierced his elbow and froze his ring and middle fingers. Lifting his hand from the steering wheel, he shook it violently before rhythmically squeezing it into a fist and releasing it.

Harder to bear was the burning pain from buttock to toe. No matter how many times he shifted his weight from one cheek to the other, the pain was constant. Ten miles outside of Binghamton his thigh began to throb. Just a little farther, he thought. Get to a truck stop or rest area, someplace populated and he’d catch forty winks. The lost time would be better than driving his rig off a bridge in desperation.

On the far side of Binghamton he pulled into a truck stop, parking well away from the other semis. After a quick trot to the head, he swallowed two aspirins with a swig from his flask and settled down in his bunk. The aptly named coffin sleeper provided just enough room to pull off his boots and shimmy out of his jeans before pulling the blanket over himself, but he didn’t care. His rig was paid for—much as he admired the newer Peterbilts with their fancy cabs that were as well-appointed as a Newark studio apartment, the 1962 Mack belonged to Watson’s Tri-State Trucking one hundred percent and only needed the occasional bit of doctoring and prayer.

Two days on the road with minimal breaks—the client in Buffalo paid a bonus for early delivery—meant John was exhausted. Despite the pain, he was asleep in minutes. His dreams were painless, pleasant, in fact. He was two-stepping ‘round the dance floor at the Bluebonnet, feet sliding on the smooth wooden floor, slow-slow, quick-quick. He swayed in sync with the music and his hips moved easily. Slow-slow, quick-quick. His partner was vague, as happens in dreams, but he didn’t care. His body felt loose, moving to the music—some cover band playing classic hits--and his partner was gracefully leading him around the floor. The hips beneath his hands were slender and their gentle motion filled him with a tingling that was the opposite of pain. Together they moved in perfect harmony like a set of well-matched horses at the county fair. Slow-slow, quick-quick. A welcome warmth surged below his waist and he pulled his partner closer. John threaded fingers through his partner’s belt loops to tug their bodies closer, allowing him to feel a bulge there, matching and meeting his own. Slow-slow, quick-quick. As he dug his hips against theirs, his partner came into focus; not a woman, but the man from the truck stop. Dark curls, sharp cheekbones, pale skin, cupid bow lips. A little closer and he could kiss that plush mouth.

Suddenly, the twangy music was overpowered by the screeching whine of artillery.

“Incoming!” John yelled as he pulled the stranger off the dance floor.

Cover, they needed cover. John scanned the bar for a table, an alcove, anywhere that might provide shelter. This was a complete clusterfuck—his head ached from the constant whine of missiles and the acrid stink of explosives. The dance floor was littered with spent shells and disembodied limbs. John pulled on the stranger’s arm, sending them both skating through the slick of blood covering the smooth wooden boards. His eyes were watering now, his nose dripping from the smoke and the smell of burning flesh. This is it—this is how he’ll go home, another body bag, another nameless number on the evening news— He is shaking, huddled on the floor with a stranger in his arms because there is no escape, unless….Unless this were a dream, if he were dreaming, he could wake up. Wake up, he willed himself, wake up, dammit…wake the fuck up, asshole!

He shut his eyes and covered his head with his arms—he owed it to Harry, to Dad, to at least try to survive—

“You’re all right,” soothed a resonant voice.

“It’s not all right,” John heard himself say, “it will never be all right…”

Cold. He was cold despite being soaked in sweat.

“Yes, I know,” the voice answered, “but you are all right.”

There was a hand on his back, firm and steadying. Whoever was with him was close enough that he could smell the coffee and peanuts on his breath. John found himself matching his own breaths to those of this nameless, faceless companion. He didn’t realise how disordered his breathing had been until it slowed into an ordered rhythm. In, two, three, out, two, three. Slow, slow, slow.

“That’s it. Breathe. Good.” The strong hand traced circles on his back in time to their respirations.

John squeezed his eyes tightly shut before opening them. The world around him came into focus. It was night—he was in his truck—the 1962 Mack that his father had paid off before he died—tangled in his blanket. Kneeling on the driver’s seat was the stranger he’d seen in Gouldsboro and Norristown and Buffalo.

“What…how’d,” John croaked, he swallowed hard and tried again, “what are you, how did you get into my truck?”

“Hanger,” the man said, “left your window rolled down enough to work it through, which makes sense given the temperature and humidity this evening, but you might want to consider a different sleeping arrangement if you are opposed to uninvited guests. An inch and half of space is an open invitation, although I wouldn’t have taken you up on it if you hadn’t been screaming your head off. I rather thought you were being attacked, but now I reckon it was just a nightmare.”

[waitingandwishing]

(Cross posted on tumblr and AO3)

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“I understand now, she’s manipulative and… Annoying.” Y/N complained as they walked down the hallway. Five nodded.

“She’s onto us.”

“Must’ve been that file.” Y/N said, looking around. “We should’ve waited.”

“The apocalypse can’t wait, Y/N...” Five whispered, “We need to act now.”

“Fine, but I’m using those Vietnam grenades.” Y/N crossed her arms.

After that, she and Five reworked the plan to fit better and ended up spying on the tube room. They saw Dot head inside, container in hand. Five grabbed the girl's arm and jumped inside, hiding in the corner.

"Get this to Hazel and Cha-Cha immediately." Dot was saying as she handed Gloria the container. Gloria hesitated, confused. "Immediately." Dot repeated.

"Okay, yeah." Gloria said. Dot walked out and Gloria put her glasses on, reading the label on the container. "Who are they?"

Five jumped, leaving Y/N behind and landing behind Gloria. He hit her hard in the back of the head and she collapsed. "You know everyone loved Gloria right?" Y/N said as she stepped out of her hiding spot.

"Shut up and cover me." Five said as he grabbed the container off the floor. He sat in Gloria's chair and Y/N closed the door. She hid Gloria and stood in front of the desk.

"Protect Harold Jenkins." Five read out.

"Guess we're killing him." Y/N said without looking at Five. "What are we gonna do about Hazel and Cha-Cha?"

"We aren't going to do anything," Five said as he typed. "They're gonna do our work for us." He stood, two containers in hand and notes, he waved the notes in Y/N’s face as she snickered.

“Oh man, I’d love to see that happen.” She smiled. Five stared at her before putting the notes into the containers and slid them away as Y/N kept watch, peering out the crack in the door.

"You know that's not how we do things here." The duo looked up and saw The Handler smiling at them from across the room.

Five leaned on a tube casually and Y/N smiled. "Where's Gloria?"

"Off." Y/N shrugged. "Wasn't here when we arrived. Thought we'd save her the trouble and us the wait."

Behind her desk, Gloria groaned as she started to wake up. The Handlers smile faded and she dropped her hands to her side. "You're a great disappointment to me."

"That’s what my dad used to say to me." Y/N, coming up beside Five.

"You can't change what's to come." The Handler ignored Y/N. "I truly find it so odd you can't shed this fantasy. You're a first grade pragmatist. And you, Y/N... I mean you seemed like a great employee, a role model for all of us to attempt to copy. You both belong here with us."

"I don't belong anywhere thanks to you." Five said. Y/N shrugged.

“I don’t play by rules, Handler.” Y/N shrugged.

"You made me a killer." Five said angrily.

"You were always a killer." The Handler said calmly. "You both were." She bent down and unzipped the leg of her dress. She straightened with a pistol in her hand. "I just pointed you in a direction."

The Handler shot at them and Y/N stopped the bullet, turning it and aiming it toward The Handler before Five jumped the two of them.

The Handler shot three more times. At that point, the girl heard yelling outside and alarms started blaring. "Security breach in tube room." It was saying, over and over again.

Y/N and Five were crouched in a gap between tubes opposite each other. Five was hidden behind a trolley. As The Handler walked through the room, Five slid the trolly out at her. She caught it with her foot and shot at Five who jumped away.

Y/N stood and stopped the bullets from coming after her, aiming them towards The Handler as fast as she could. She ducked, though Y/N did manage to mess that perfect hair of hers. She spun and shot, Y/N jumped aside and out of nowhere Five grabbed her and jumped away.

"What's the rush kids?" The Handler asked calmly as she stood and looked around. "We're just getting started. Is this really how you want the last line of your reports to read?"

The duo jumped behind her. "When I'm done I'm just done I guess." Five said.

"You can't keep this up Five." The Handler said, pointing her gun at the two.

"Watch us." Y/N grinned.

"We all know that even he has a limit." The Handler went on. "You owe me." She pulled the trigger. Again and again. The gun clicked with empty amo. The Handler lowered it and checked.

"I do owe a debt." Five said. He jumped them both behind her and held up her Vietnam grenade. "But it's not for you."

Y/N pulled the pin out and Five rolled it across the ground. "Shit." The Handler said quietly as it stopped at her feet.

They dived out of the room and around the corner, Y/N covered her ears as the bomb blew and people screamed. Five grabbed the girl's arm and jumped into the briefcase room.

He grabbed one and Y/N reached into his pocket, pulling out the other grenade. She pulled the pin and dropped it, running out with Five.

"Hey," The man at the desk outside said as we ran. "What are you-?" He was cut off by the explosion.

Y/N and Five spun, he held up the briefcase as a shield and they both hid behind it. Then Five jumped them back to 2019.

Y/N fiddled with the hem of her shirt as Five was rambling on about something. He said something about Harold Jenkins and how they were going to kill him. Sounded easy enough. "Harold Jenkins was that one guy that Reginald was being rude to." Y/N chimed in before adding, “When we were younger.”

"How the hell do you know Harold Jenkins?" Diego asked.

"He was the one that I gave that… Um… Oh! He was the one I gave that pin to," Y/N said as she recalled the early memory.

"I remember that," Five said in a low voice. He said that he didn't like Y/N being so touchy with the fans and that there were creeps out there.

"The boy was Harold Jenkins," She explained. "He was being abused, and wanted an escape. Father turned him away."

"Of course he-”

"I think you were just upset about how he was touching Allison." Y/N interrupted Luther and grimaced.

"None of that matters now," Five harrumphed. "What matters is that he's responsible for the apocalypse. So we have to find him, and we have to do it now."

"How's he related?" Diego asked.

"How am I supposed to know that when this is all I'm going off of?"

"So his name is all you've got?"

They continued to bicker as Y/N tried to wrack through her brain for solutions. However, for some reason, Y/N kept on thinking about Vanya. She was still being shunned away from all of this and she felt… Really bad.

“Y/N, you helping?” Five called out to her. She looked up.

"Yeah, I'll bite. Let's find Harold Jenkins." Y/N smiled. Five nodded.

"Thank you, Y/N." Five said before turning, "Well at least we've got another competent person on our side."

"I hope that's a compliment." Y/N sighed.

As Y/N, Five, Diego, and Allison all stepped out of the car, Allison said, "We have no clue what Peabody is capable of."

"Yeah, he didn't seem like much of a threat earlier," Diego noted dismissively.

"Besides," Allison said, "Look at Five."

"Thanks," the short boy grumbled as Y/N muffled a laugh.

"Good point," Diego agreed. "So what's his deal with Vanya?"

"Let's ask him after we kill him," Five suggested.

"We can't just kill her boyfriend, you know how emotionally distressed she'd be? She'd hate us forever." Y/N frowned.

"You're too soft for your own good, Y/N." Diego said.

“She’s our sister, we should care for her well-being, Diego.” Y/N argued.

“Yeah, well right now we’re caring about the world's well-being.” Diego said.

Y/N gritted her teeth and sighed. “Well right now, I don’t care if the world ends as long as we’re all together.” She crossed her arms.

They all went around the back of the house, Allison on our tail as the guys continued their discussion. "Y'know," Y/N said quietly, "This is kind of like the old days. Breaking in, saving the day."

"Yeah, it really is." Allison smiled.

They opened the back door without a problem just as Y/N heard the loud crash of breaking glass. Allison approached Diego's sprawled figure on the floor, Five not far from what Y/N guessed was a spatial jump.

"Subtle," the tall woman jokes.

Five's hand wrapped around the doorknob. "Y'know the door's unlocked?"

Diego rolled his eyes as he got to his feet. "Yeah, well it worked, didn't it?" he groaned. "Spread out," he grouched, walking down a hallway. "Just yell if you're getting shot or something."

Y/N wandered up the stairs and began looking around, silently observing each room she went through. Eventually, she found a hatch to the attic in the hallway, and decided to give it a try. Carefully climbing up, the room Y/N found startled her. "Hey, guys? Might wanna check this out," She called out to the other three.

Allison looked around. "Our faces are all burnt off," she observed.

"All but Y/N," Diego remarked. "You sure it isn't you that Peabody wants?" he joked.

Y/N chuckled awkwardly, "God, I hope not." She said, catching Five's sudden sour mood as he grumbled about something.

"This guy's got issues," Diego added.

Y/N looked at all of the burnt figurines and scratched posters before finding a small miniature figurine of herself. With mussed hair and a mask on, the miniature version of her had her arms in front of her face and her hands had plastic yellow light surrounding them.

"This isn't about Vanya," Y/N realized. "He has problems with the Academy. Leonard and Harold are the same person."

Beside Y/N, Five let out a shaky sigh as he fell back, hitting the floor with a soft thump. "Five?" The three of them knelt down around him. "He's bleeding," Allison said.

Y/N gritted her teeth, "We need to go right now." She said, her head going back to mission-mode. “Start the car!”

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"Y/N? Y/N!" Diego waved his hand in front of her face. She felt herself breathe heavily as her mind raced faster than she could process.

"Y/N!" Luthur shook the girl. Y/N blinked and cleared her throat, looking up at Luther with a slight smile.

"Yeah?"

"You were zoning out." Diego said, "You never zone out when something like this is happening."

Y/N slowed her breathing, "Yeah, I'm just tired. Sorry." She sighed, "But, I think I should get some water alright?"

"Yeah, you should probably get some water." Allison said. Y/N nodded, exiting the room and going downstairs to get some water.

As she poured herself a drink, her thoughts whirled around like a storm. 'Do any of your SIBLINGS even care about you? Imagine if Five died, what would you ever do with yourself?’ A slight dizziness washed over Y/N, and she felt an inexplicable sense of dread. Her heart began to race, pounding so hard she could feel it in her throat.

Y/N took a deep breath, trying to steady myself, but it only made things worse. Her chest tightened, and she struggled to get enough air.

‘You’re a useless and self-centered brat who can’t handle conflict herself. You hide away until your emotions get the best of you and then you blow up, pushing everyone away from you just like you’re doing now!' Her hands started to tremble, and she could see them shaking uncontrollably. The room seemed to close in around her, and the walls felt like they were inching closer.

A wave of heat surged through Y/N’s body, followed by a chilling sweat that made her skin clammy.

Y/N tried to focus, to remind herself that it was just a panic attack and that it would pass. But her mind was a whirlwind of fear and confusion.

Her vision blurred, and she could feel the tears welling up in her eyes. She needed to get out, to escape this suffocating space, to leave, to go anywhere else but this house.

Anywhere else but by her family.

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"God… What're we going to do about this?" Diego asked, "I don't think this is a dehydration kind of problem."

"She's got to be stressed, I mean with everything that's happened I'm sure one of us would break down at some point." Allison said. Diego shook his head.

"But we both know Y/N, and we both know she never really cracks under pressure. The pressure usually just… Eases itself out." Diego sighed as he looked at his sister.

"Right, I mean, she called me about how she was started to crack again but…” Allison looked as she saw the small weathered hands of her sister and the slightly chipped mask on her face. Diego pursed his lips, looking back at Y/N with concern and worry.

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Y/N blinked, opening her eyes and sitting up from the bed. What happened? She sighed and figured she probably passed out. She frowned, getting out of the bed and going downstairs. She heard voices in the kitchen and went downstairs.

"See? There's your maiden, Five." Klaus said. Y/N didn't even want to know what was happening.

"I passed out?" Y/N asked. Klaus nodded. "Alright… So…”

“Dad killed himself.” Klaus said and Y/N widened her eyes at the sudden information before thinking.

“What…?” Y/N scrunched her face in confusion, "Y'know what? I don’t even want to know. I just wanna get the hell out of here and fix the apocalypse before it happens.” Y/N sighed before turning to Five, "Is that coffee?"

"Tastes like shit." Five said. Y/N nodded.

"Well, let's find that piece of shit who ends the world and then kill me and we'll all be happy." Y/N smiled. Five whipped his head to meet hers.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I just thought that we'd also end up exterminating me when we kill Harold Jenkins. Was… That's not the plan?" Y/N frowned.

"That was never the plan!" Five sighed.

"Oh… Mummy and daddy are fighting again… I'll see myself out…" Klaus said and trotted up the stairs, away from the tension.

"Look, Five, it's alright, I'll just… Cease to exist. It'll be easy." Y/N smiled, "I'll just…" She mimicked a gun and pointed it to her head.

Five took her hand and placed it in his. Y/N liked it, it felt… Warm. "No. That's not going to be an option, alright? We. Are. Not. Killing. You." Five said angrily, "We'll… Find something else to do after Jenkins dies, alright?"

Y/N sighed, "Alright, but if I do end up killing everyone… Then… You have to kill me, alright?" Five hesitated before nodding.

"Fine, but it won't come to that." Five said.

“Don’t be so sure.” She said quietly.

Five sent Y/N with Allison, and then Allison and her were now hanging around the house that Vanya was currently living in. "Are you sure this is a good idea, Allison?" Y/N asked.

"Yes."

"Alright, be careful," Y/N said. She nodded and the two of them got out, Allison entering first.

Solemn violin music poured out of the cabin, and small objects like chairs and windchimes rocked back and forth in a strong wind that came from the same location.

"Vanya?" Allison called over the loud sounds. "Are you there?" She opened the door and stepped inside, while you loomed by the doorway. "Vanya, what's going on?"

Startled, Vanya lowered her bow, staring between the two of them. "What're you guys doing here?" she asked.

"We're here to visit you," Y/N said. "Are you okay?"

"Uh… Yeah."

"There's something… Strange going on," Allison noted. "What's causing it?"

Vanya seemed more sure of herself, as if she were a new person when she straightened up and said, "I am."

"What are you talking about?" the taller woman asked.

"I'm making this happen." She said, "With my abilities," Vanya added. "Turns out I've had them this whole time. Weird, huh?"

Y/N smiled, "That’s amazing, Vanya.” Y/N said excitedly. Vanya visibly relaxed with a smile before turning to Allison for reassurance.

Allison inhaled sharply, "That's incredible."

Vanya caught the hesitation in her tone. "But?"

"Can we talk about this in the car?"

"Why?"

"You won't wanna hear it."

Allison sighed, "Leonard Peabody? His real name is Harold Jenkins." Vanya stayed quiet. "I couldn't find anything about him in the library, remember? It's because he doesn't exist; Harold Jenkins does. He was imprisoned for twelve years. He murdered his father when he was thirteen."

"That's crazy."

"But it's true," Y/N said. Both of them turned to face her. "If you don't believe Allison, then at least believe me. I didn't see it before because he had aged so much, but I met Harold Jenkins over a decade ago. He and Leonard Peabody are the same person."

Vanya's shoulders sagged before Allison was in her face again. "We were in his house. He has pictures of all of us with our eyes gouged out!"

"Allison-"

"What?"

"We'll tell you everything when we get in the car, promise, but it isn't safe here!" She grabbed Vanya's arm and tried to pull her towards the door.

"Stop!" She pulled away from the taller girl and lowered herself onto a chair.

"Hey, don't grab her. Even if she's in danger…" Y/N placed her hand on Allison's arm, "If someone told me someone I loved killed someone and tried to grab me, I'd be hesitant as well."

Sighing, the woman knelt down in front of the violinist. "I can't imagine how hard it is for you to hear this… But we love you, and I just wanna be here for you, as your sister."

"There's no way," she mumbled. "I love him. This makes zero sense. And my powers, I just, I don't know what's even going on," she whimpered, covering her head. "I dunno what to do."

"… I might understand a little bit," Allison said. "When we were four, Dad said you were sick, and you had to be quarantined. We were so young. None of us knew to question him, not like we do now. But then he told me to do something that I didn't understand… Until now. He wanted me to make you think you were ordinary. He made me his accomplice."

Vanya blinked a few times. Y/N stared at Allison with a mix between shock and horror in her eyes. "So this is your fault?" Vanya hissed.

"I… I didn't realize- "

"You knew this whole time? That I was like you guys?" She shot up out of her chair angrily.

"No, no! I didn't really understand until today, until I saw you, and-and all of this!"

"Now everything makes sense," she spat. "This is why you never wanted me around!"

"What? No!"

"You couldn't risk me threatening your place in the group, your- your dominance."

"That is not true!"

"You couldn't handle that Dad might've found me special!"

"You are special, Vanya!"

"Stop saying that!"

"We can start over now!"

"You destroyed my life!"

"Oh, please, Vanya," she scoffed. "We can move on!"

"I'm moving on, but not with you. With Leonard."

"With Harold, you mean- "

"With Leonard! The only person who has ever loved me for me! Someone who's not Y/N!" The words went through Y/N's chest like a knife. The atmosphere in the room suddenly changed, and a presence filled it, one that seemed familiar. "Look me in the eye and tell me you aren't threatened now," she growled at Allison.

As a wind filled the room, Allison hesitantly said, "I don't want to argue with you- "

"Then go!" Vanya hollered. Something crashed.

"I'm only trying to help- "

"I don't want your help!"

"Vanya, I love you!"

"Stop saying that!"

"Allison." Y/N placed her hand on Allison's shoulder, "We should give Vanya some space. We should go."

"Vanya, are you okay?" Allison ignored the girl.

"Go!" The lights on the ceiling shattered, spraying glass everywhere.

"Please don't make me do this," Allison whimpered. "… I heard a rumor- "

Vanya's bow sliced through the air, and a line of red was suddenly across Allison's neck. The both of them lurched forward as blood leaked through the wound and she toppled to the ground. "Allison, no!" Vanya cried out. She mumbled the same word over and over, "No, no, no!"

Y/N breathed in and out, trying to calm herself as her eyes filled with tears. She cleared her throat and ripped her shirt, placing it over Allison's neck. She flicked her hand as the bleeding started to slow. "That should prevent any more blood loss," She mumbled.

"I didn't mean it," she sobbed, "I'm so sorry," she cried, her fists balling up the fabric of her shirt as she leaned into Y/N.

"Hey, hey, hey. It's gonna be okay, everything's going to be okay." Y/N comforted her. Vanya cried in her arms. "Everything's gonna be okay, Vanya. I got you."

"Vanya!" Leonard's shout turned both their heads as he opened the door.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" She wailed against Y/N’s shoulder.

"I forgive you, Vanya… Calm down, breathe in and breathe out…" Y/N whispered to her.

"You did what you had to," he said. "Vanya, we need to go!"

"I can't leave them here!" Vanya cried as she was pulled out of Y/N's arms, she fought against him, "No!"

Vanya's hands covered with blood, sobbing hysterically and sputtering out apologies as she was held by the very man the others were hunting down. "Vanya." Y/N said. "It's going to be alright." She got up and turned to Leanord. "If you hurt my sister, or my family. I will come after you and kill you. That is a promise… Do you understand?"

"Please Y/N, don't- don't send me away!"

"I'm not, I promise - I promise that I'm not" Y/N said shakily as her voice cracked. "The others are most likely on their way here. They'll see Allison and you and Harold and they'll think the worst."

Vanya wailed. "I just need to diffuse the situation. I need to explain what happened." Y/N said, "They trust me. And I need you to trust me too."

"Let me fix this. Let me at least try." She shook her head, sobs still pouring from her shaking lips.

"Hey, hey, hey." Y/N took her sister's hands, "I will protect you and I promise I will try to explain what happened." She held her hand out. "Sisters promise, alright?"

"R-right…" Vanya's voice was shaky as the two of them left.

Y/N's hands trembled as she looked at Allison's injured body and lifted her hand, cocking her head to the side as Allison’s body floated up, yellow light shifting around her body as Y/N walked out with her body.

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"Hey, uh, Y/N?" Five called out to the girl who was looking out the window. She turned around, her eyes still red from crying. And yet she still smiled.

"Hey, Five." Y/N's voice cracked as she wiped her eyes, "Probably should be moping in my room, shouldn't I?"

"No, not really." Five sat down next to Y/N.

"Can you just stay here with me?" Y/N asked, turning to Five. "I think I like your company…" Her voice was quiet, a mere whisper, but Five heard. And he stayed. He held her hand as she rested her head on Five’s shoulder.

"Thanks, Five." Y/N chuckled. Five frowned.

"What-"

“For being here with me… For all of us.” Y/N said quietly, “It must’ve been so hard coming back and going through all of that.”

Five looked at her in a way she’d never seen him look at her before. He suddenly cleared his throat loudly, "It’s nothing, I’m just… Glad it’s over.”

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something that genuinely GENUINELY makes me crazy with cobra kai is that between the dog cage jesus escape and livestream kid death or other fucking insanity of that caliber (please feel free to quote some in the comments like; mall karate fight, snakes at the auto shop, miguel’s paralysis cured by the power of love and hair rock, etc etc), cobra kai makes (used to make at least) one of my very favorite message and story on parenthood and fatherhood especially;

we start with johnny whose biological father is unknown, whose father figures are sid: a man who emotionally abused him and never faked that he loved him or cared for him but kept financially supporting him out of a promise he made to his dead wife and kreese: a man who himself is fatherless, whose father figure was a sensei who taught him to use cruelty as an answer after the war in vietnam had already made kreese a violent man who finds the pain and "weakness" delectable.

miguel, who doesn’t have a father, meets this johnny, someone who has never known what a good father is (cough sensei cough) and yet is a father himself even if he might want to forget it. ans johnny isn’t perfect, far from it but he finds a path for himself, a path to mentorship and fatherhood with miguel by doing the opposite of what his father figures have done for him. and while he still can’t get it right with robby, he is now more ready to try.

and then daniel, whose father who was said to be a kind man, died when he was very young, leaving behind memories of grief and the feeling that daniel is alone and misunderstood everywhere he goes. daniel meets mr miyagi and finds in him a father that is kind and understanding, who makes him feel welcome and like he belongs in miyagi’s world.

but when we meet daniel? he cannot connect to his children. anthony is obsessed with screens, he’s selfish and dismissive of his family and sam is lost. sam is trying to find herself as far away from her father as she can and no amount of trying to apply mr miyagi’s knowledge helps him truly.

now, things fluctuate between them, they both win and lose battles in their fatherhood but they are trying.

the problem for daniel is that mr miyagi was everything to him to a degree where now the man is more myth than real and how can you emulate a legend?

for johnny, breaking the cycle that kreese has left him in is harder and harder every day but when he doesn’t have kreese with him, whispering words of comfort and acceptance (when we all know that the only way kreese will accept johnny fully is if johnny either stops being johnny or is dead) he manages.

but they both really shine when they start to share their experiences, when they start to understand that before fighters they are fathers. yes, daniel gives johnny balance but without johnny bringing him back to the real life too, daniel would not be balanced.

they are good father and good senseis when they finally understand that fatherhood doesn’t have to be alienating in the hopes of keeping the facade they have both crafted for themselves.

it’s important for me, in the wake of season 6, to remember that season 1 of cobra kai ended on johnny gaining a son only to lose another and by doing so, changing both miguel and robby by his actions (or inactions) and that daniel finds his voice, one that isn’t just an emulsion of mr miyagi, in the ruins of johnny’s victory (and emotional loss).

god… we could have had so much.

[kishavo]

plagued by memories tonight so I’m going to spit them up and hopefully that brings me relief.

I was an EMT for about 5 years and I think these things are tattooed on my bones. trigger warning under the cut for…upsetting healthcare-related experiences? and the f-slur

I remember bringing a wheelchair-bound elderly man up to his shoebox apartment in the inner city, 12 floors up a derelict building in a tiny, shaky elevator, and being hit with the stink of smoke as soon as I opened the door - cigarette butts stubbed out on every surface, ashtrays overflowing, carpet that started out as brown matted down to black. I offered to help him into bed but he refused. he took off his vietnam veteran baseball cap and picked up a stale pack of cigarettes and told me to go

I remember the man who had been attacked by his neighbors’ dogs, two Rottweilers. his legs were mangled; huge scoops of flesh just gone. he was kind. he asked me how my day was going.

I remember the dead woman in the ER who I was told to bag up and bring down to the morgue. she looked familiar. I remember putting a tag on her thumb but I don’t remember her name. I remember making small talk with the ER tech who was helping me on the elevator ride down to the basement. that sounds like the start of a joke, doesn’t it? a girl, a man, and a dead body get in an elevator. if you think of a punchline let me know

I remember the frequent-flyer patient with a chronic mystery skin infection that caused his legs to leak so much fluid that we had to wrap them in plastic bags or else the gurney would get flooded and it would soak into his pants and spill over the edge onto the floor of the ambulance. the first time I got his call I thought we’d been sent to a haunted house. it was an old victorian in downtown, made of rotting wood and peeling paint. The knob in the front door had been ripped out so I bent down and looked through. There was no answer when I knocked so I yelled ‘hello’ through the hole until eventually someone came down the stairs and silently let us in. Our patient’s apartment was one room, it was dark, it smelled, the bed was as dirty as the floor, beer cans and cigarettes everywhere. There was a tiny, square, box TV playing static. There were spoiled diapers kicked under his desk. He lived alone and apparently had no family. I and every EMT who had ever been sent there reported the situation to social services but nothing was ever done.

there was the woman coming down from a meth binge who kept asking me if I was going to eat her brains. we dropped her off at a psych facility and a few days later I was back with another patient. I saw her again, sober now. when she saw me she averted her eyes and retreated into her room

there was another woman in the middle of a severe psychotic episode who, within 5 minutes of meeting me, looked me dead in the eye and said, “You’re a fat fucking faggot and I want you to die.” She had pissed on all her personal belongings and the back of the ambulance stank so bad of stale human urine that I had to kick the fan on and spray air freshener into my face mask. She spent most of the call insulting and trying to spit on me and my partner. My partner snapped at her but I just ate it. Later, when we were outside cleaning the gurney and waiting for the next call, a stray cat slipped out from behind a nearby dumpster and curled around my boots. he booped my knuckles and mewled when I pet him and the night was good again

I remember being in and out of psych facilities so often and feeling like a fucking imposter because I was burning out, depressed out of my mind and regularly experiencing suicidal ideation. I wondered when I would call 911 and end up there myself. I wondered if it would be my coworkers who would pick me up. the thought of it scared me enough that I never made the call, even when I should have. I started getting high instead

I remember the middle-aged woman having a panic attack. that was at my on-location job, at my city’s arena, where all the concerts and games were held. it was a slow night and too many of us responded. this woman was hyperventilating, the bass from the concert was everywhere, and a crowd of strangers was closing in on her. I got there first, so by default it became my call, which always made me nervous. I sat her down, I kneeled in front of her, she grabbed my hands reflexively and I let her grip on. I coached her breathing. I waved my coworkers back to give her space. I convinced her that everyone there just wanted to help her and that there was nothing to be embarrassed about. it worked. I was soothing, and sure, and strong. it worked.

when it was over she held my shoulder and thanked me. patients don’t usually thank us. when it was over I went to the bathroom and cried. I handled it so well because I had been talking my mom down from her panic attacks for years.

I talked about that call in group therapy the week after. I thought I was going to be proud, that it would be a positive share, but I cried again.

when people ask about what it's like being an EMT, I don’t think they want to hear any of this, they only want the cool stories. they want to hear about the lights and the sirens and to thank you for your service but please, please, don’t. There’s a quote by Anaïs Nin: “I was always ashamed to take. So I gave. It was not a virtue. It was a disguise.”

[just-ray]

so id love to hear more about the connection between punk and nuclear disarmament!

IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS QUESTION FOR SO LONG.

All of this is subject to having mistakes. My only source is online websites.

SO it's starts with hippies, aka the "Nuclear Disarmament movement".

Hippies emerged during the 60s as reaction to the injustice of the Vietnam War. They were known for their approach of peace. These guys really did not like the concept of being angry, and instead wanted to protest in the form of simply living in peace, despite the societies they were born into that, and use that peace to show people that there was no reason they couldn't live like this too. They were extremely anti-war and lived remotely. They believed heavily in sexual liberation (cough cough aids spread like WILDFIRES in hippie communities), anti consumerism, and anti establishmentarianism.

Basically the hippies were the first group of people in modern society to actually take a step back, look at the society they were living in....and literally just choose to.....not participate.

They they genuinely quit society. Don't even ask me how one would do that today but you have to credit them.

Now the hippies were smart people, but they were also privileged people, so I want to present to you another scenario.

You're working class living in britain in the late 60s, early 70s, and you're directly affected by any war or unrest that impacts the country in which you live, and you see these people refusing to be angry and just deciding to quit society. You're of the opinion that society isn't just something you can quit, it's something you have to help improve. You see these people sticking flowers in the barrels of guns and catching stds, while you're stuck in a badly paying job in the middle of a smelly city with only your music, friends and some safety pins to count on. You don't believe in living in peace in the current society because there is absolutely nothing to feel peaceful about. You have the same hatred in your soul for establishmentarianism, big corporations, and war as the group that preceded you, but you don't feel peace, you feel angry.

This is the ideology that fuleled punk. The music simply came along with it. Punk emerged to rage against a system, and their music reflected that.

My favourite punk bands personally would be 999, the adverts, Ramones, and skindred (v good ragae punk with the last one)

Please keep in mind, I could be wrong, in fact I probably am, but this is just what I've seen and researched so far.

If you consider yourself to belong to a counterculture, keep in mind that there's also nothing wrong, in my oppinion at least, in being both hippie and punk, and taking both ideologies into account.

[pennyserenade]

i have worked at my job for roughly seven years now and ive gotten familiar with many of the people that come in frequently—not to the point of making anything but causal conversation, but familiar in a way that i now understand to be imperative to humanity as a whole. i know these people in a way many in their life may not ever see. i know their favorite order. i meet their friends, their wives, their husbands. i know the days they come. they tell me why they’re not coming again for a long time (weddings, jobs, new homes and surgeries).

for four months i served a man the same order, over and over, each saturday morning. he gave me a dollar tip and a kind smile. many days he was the first order. after he didn’t show for a few weeks, i asked if anyone had seen him and they told me he passed away. i think about him often. the other week a woman who comes in frequently with her husband, and orders chili and chicken, always with extra crackers, came in without him. she told me he’d just had a heart attack and didn’t know if he was going to be okay. he wore a bucket hat and never could hear me well, but was kind in a grandfatherly way. he tipped me in quarters and quips. he died, and i think abt her, and about him. i bought her meal and i hope she’s okay almost every day.

i serve two brothers now, who order kids meals and find someone they know every day they come in. people remember them in a way that only people in small towns can do: in the form of bonds, connections, figuring out who they belonged to and who they friended; a man with a beautiful sister, the husband of a babysitter. they remind me of the country bears, and one smiles apologetically at me when the other gets accidentally abrasive about trivial matters. i like them, despite the fact that they are the brand of man i typically do not like at all.

i’m partial to a group of vietnam veterans who order coffee and biscuits and gravy. i know their first names even though they don’t know mine. one likes tabasco, one won’t drink coffee, one takes his water with no straw and comes in before them all and hands me twenty dollars so the rest can’t pay first. i went to school with his grandchild, but now know him far better. he was sick with cancer because of what they made him do over in vietnam, when he was my age, but better now. but also worse. worse all the time. he sometimes doesn’t come in at all when before he always would. he looks like sam elliot and is my favorite

i hate the idea that becoming a regular at some place is at all embarrassing or cause for shame. i like that i will remember these individuals, that i will wonder back on them and always know pieces about them. it is good to take up space in this world. the world wants you too; it’s pleading you for it. you’re meant to be remembered, meant to be heard, meant to be cared about even by the person who gives you refills of coffee

[southeastasianists]

The divine blend of spices needed to make curry first reached Southeast Asia about 2,000 years ago, when the region began trading with the Indian subcontinent, according to an analysis of ancient spice residue.

The new project analyzed 12 different spice grinding tools unearthed at the ancient trading port of Oc Eo, in modern-day Vietnam, by washing them with water and chemicals. This produced hundreds of tiny fragments that the researchers painstakingly identified (to a reasonable degree of certitude) under a microscope. The results sounded like a shopping list for making curry: turmeric, ginger, fingerroot, sand ginger, galangal, clove, nutmeg and cinnamon.

“These spices are indispensable ingredients used in the making of curry in South Asia today,” the paper says.

Ancient Trading Spices

Where did all these spices comes from?

They could have come from the surrounding countryside. Farmers in Southeast Asia made many of these crops themselves, and if not, they could have imported the seeds and gotten started.

On the other hand, the turmeric could have easily come from India, where use of the spice dates back thousands of years. And the ginger and cloves may have come from India as well, or maybe China.

Cinnamon was widely traded at the time and may have come all the way from Israel.

The galangal, fingerroot and sand ginger are native to Southeast Asia and could easily have come from nearby soils. These more specialized spices are still used in the region’s curry paste.

Footed Grinding Slabs

As a testament to the spice trade’s popularity, the spice grinders made up the majority of the stone tools recovered from Oc Eo and another, nearby city called Angkor Borei. The original archaeological dig at Oc Eo found numerous footed grinding slabs, which look like little stone workbenches for grinding spices – which is what they likely were. Versions of these slabs are still sometimes used in the traditional preparation of curry.

The largest slab recovered measured 2.5 feet by 1 foot. Researchers found it buried not far from a piece of charcoal that dated to about A.D. 250, which hinted at when curry first made its way to the area.

Oc Eo

At that time, the city would have been not just importing and exporting goods but making them as well, according to the paper. Residents raised religious monuments and shaped metal tools, glass jewelry and pottery.

All the while, they would have worked to trade and process many different spices. Archaeologists working there even found an intact nut that dated to about A.D. 200, and it still “yielded a nutmeg aroma,” the paper says.

Now part of Vietnam, Oc Eo once belonged to the ancient kingdom of Funan, which maintained a base of power further up the Mekong River.

In Oc Eo, culture prospered between the first and eighth centuries, during the latter years of the Iron Age. As the site’s ancient canals filled with ships, Buddhism and Hinduism left their own marks on the sprawling complex, including a possible contribution to curry cooking. The need to dye the Buddhist monks’ robes yellow may have first prompted Oc Eo to import turmeric, the paper says.

[countrymusiclover]

10 - Erik and JFK

Part 11

Battle of Heart and Mind

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Leaving from the place I was moments ago I heard the three make voices now in the office downstairs. Entering the room Hank stood by the desk, Logan remained near the doorway and Charles was laying on the couch drink in his hands. “We need your help, Charles.”

“Need his help how exactly?” I came and sat down beside him on the couch seeing him finish what content he had in that glass.

Logan turns his head to me. “Bring the X-Men together. Stop Raven from killing Trask which starts the war.”

“So you’re saying they took her power and what…weaponized it?” Charles got up from the couch pouring himself another drink.

Logan nodded. “Yup.”

Charles plopped down in his desk chair downing some alcohol. His demeanor and physical appearance wasn't what I recalled it to be. Hank and I had tried our best to pull him out of the dark but he's just fallen over the edge now. "Now what exactly does Raven and Addi have to do with all this...saying that I...that we choose to believe what you are saying is true."

"In the beginning, the sentinels were just targeting mutants. Then they began targeting everyone. They began identifying the genetics in non-mutants...who would eventually have mutant children and grandchildren. Many of the humans tried to help us but it was a slaughter. Leaving only the worst of humanity in charge. I've been in a lot of wars but I've never seen anything like this. And it all starts with her and Raven." Logan began explaining looking between the three of us where I could see his whole body stiften at the horrible memories he must have been having.

“Raven won't listen to me.” Charles chuckled dryly looking over in my direction thinking back on Cuba. “Her heart and soul belong to someone else now.”

Logan put a hand on his hip throwing his other hand away from his side. “I know. That's why we're gonna need Magneto too.”

“Erik, you know where he is right?” Hank asked the man from the future who said nothing.

Charles got up from the chair stomping around the table and out the door. “He's where he belongs!”

“Charles!” I called his name forcing myself to my feet regaining my balance for a moment.

Logan tilted his head. “What the hell happened to him? Am I going crazy or are you two together or something?”

“We were…until the day I found out I was pregnant.” Looking over my shoulder I explained softly. “The war in Vietnam destroyed everything. Teachers and students were drafted. Hank attempted to help with his legs but…I'm gonna go find him. Charles!”

Moving towards his bedroom he had the door only cracked open slightly. Pushing it opened he lifted his head up sniffing through tears. “Charles, can we talk?”

“What do you still see in that man, Addi?” He sniffed through tears, wiping them away with his sleeve.

Coming to sit on the edge of the bed with the former telepath professor I laid my head on his shoulder. “Because of what he did the day JFK was assassinated. The part of the story you choose to forget.”

“He's not right for you or the baby, Addi.” Charles weakly responded, reaching down, intertwining my hand in his. “I just don't want you to get hurt. Even if you never truly love me the way I love you. I still want to keep you safe.”

Touching his face with my freehand he leans into my palm. “I know how you feel about him after what happened in Cuba. But this means helping Raven…and apparently saving humanity and mutants from an all out war. If you won’t do it for Logan’s tall tail then do it for Raven…do it for me.”

“I'll do it for the both of you.” He whispered, laying his head against my chest and I kissed his forehead just holding him for a moment. The relationship that Charles and I had was comfortable for sure. He was there for me throughout the pregnancy and with my mother. I did love him but it would never compare to my feelings for Erik.

November 22, 1963 - Dallas

Erik and I made our way through the abandoned building that was on the same street that the president was supposed to be driving down since he was visiting for something. Erik peaked his head out the window with me leaning against the wall beside where he stood. “I got word that the assassin is somewhere in this building with a gun. I can feel it somewhere.”

“Do you want me to go looking for it?” I questioned him, figuring that I should help him in some way.

He shook his head no, focusing his attention back towards the busy street. The president’s car came around the corner following the secret service cars that were behind it and in front of them. A gunfire sound blasted through the air where Erik raised his hand about to stop the bullet but the door downstairs got busted open. “Search the entire building!”

“Erik.” I called his name while watching the commotion from the streets below us. The bullet that had been fired hit the president in the back of the head and his wife reached back trying to help but he was already dead. Everyone in the cars and on the streets surrounded the car and I knew the men in the building must be service men.

He moved away from the wall grabbing me by my shoulders with a serious look in his eyes. “You have to go now before they find me up here.”

“Are you crazy? I am not leaving you here to be captured. How could you even consider such a thing?” I spat at him wearing a dark orange coat with some black jeans and combat boots. I had put my hair in a braid.

He was wearing a green turtleneck underneath a brown coat. His gaze remained on mine and I felt him pressing his fingers into my shoulder blades. “Addison, this isn’t a joke. Those men are looking for the man who just killed the president and they most likely will blame it on me if they can’t find the guy who actually fired the shot.”

“So we run and get out of here before they do. We stick together like we promised.” I snapped at him not wanting to leave him here like this.

He threw his head back, sighing in frustration where we heard a bunch of boots coming up the stairs meaning we were running out of time if we were going to run like I wanted him to. “We don’t have time to discuss this, Addi. I can’t let them capture you too.”

“So what am I supposed to do while you’re stuck in the pentagon…besides coming to visit you if that’s even possible.” I asked, gripping the material of his jacket almost closing the gap completely between us.

Erik pressed his forehead against mine and we just stood holding onto each other till he whispered. “You go see your mother or go find Charles. I need you to promise me.”

“There’s voices upstairs!” One of the men downstairs said to his fellow men and they started to be heard coming up onto the floor we were on.

Erik turned his head back, pouring his attention down to me. “Promise me, Addi.”

“I promise….and I love you.” I blurted out having the elevator door opened and the men started running towards us.

Erik grabbed my arm and we ran towards the old staircase that we had used to get up here. He holds my face in his hands, kissing me quickly. “Don’t get caught while I’m gone, Addison.” He rounded the corner holding his hands up in surrender while I peaked my head around the corner watching the officers arrest him on the spot.

“I'll help you get her.” Charles and I had left his bedroom seeing Logan was still talking with Hank. “But not for any of your future shits but for her.”

Logan nodded. “Fair enough.”

“Tell you this, you don't know Erik, that man is a monster, a murder. You think you can convince Raven to change, to come home.” Charles gave him a half smile. “But what makes you think you can change him?”

Logan admitted. “Because you and Erik sent me back here together.”

“The room they're holding him in was built during the...2nd World war when there was a shortage of steel. So the foundation is pure concrete and sand, no metal.” Hank had unrolled a map onto the large table in the library that revealed the inside layout of the pentagon from what he could find.

Charles rested his hands on the table. “And he's being held a 100 floors beneath the most heavily guarded building on the planet.”

Logan raised a brow. “Why is he in there?”

“What, he forgot to mention?” Charles couldn’t contain his laughter while I just stood back biting my tongue.

Hank said. “Uh JFK.”

Logan finally figured it out. “He killed.”

“What else would explain the bullet miraculously curving through the air.” Charles shakes his head glancing over at me silently for a moment knowing how I felt about what he had just said. “Erik's always had a way with guns.”

Leaning my back against the wall I rested one hand on my growing stomach looking between the three men in the room. “Never thought I'd say this but let's go break into the Pentagon.”

Comments really appreciated ❤️

[the-virgoperspective]

Killers in The Stars

Part 1

MAJOR TW: sexual assault/themes, abuse, murder, suicide

First and foremost, before we get into all of this, I want to make it very clear that this is purely for research and interest purposes only. I have been saying this for years and will say this until my dying breath; everyone has the potential to be a killer. Everyone has darkness in them. It is all about how you process and make friends with your own darkness and how you process and deal with your own anger, shame, regret, or fear. Your emotional and intellectual environment during your most formative years are extremely crucial to your development into an adult, however, that cannot be fully to blame. True crime is very interesting to me, mainly because these people chose to become their darkness and chose to make it who they are, and that is one of the most important things to remember while studying topics like these. Once you are an adult and responsible for your own actions, it does not only fall on to your past and how it contributes to who you are now, but also falls on to you as an adult and why you chose to go in whichever direction that led you to where you are now. Everything is always a choice. Please remember that.

In this study, I have compiled a list of natal charts belonging to twelve different types of killers from around the world to be analyzed and compared for dominant similarities. There is no guarantee of the times of birth, but for the most accurate reading and determination, I have used the information that was available to me. This analysis is limited only to the natal charts listed below. I will try to keep the analyses short due to the inherently long nature of this post! :3 xoo

List of Killers, birth dates, times, + locations

Andrei Chikatilo | 10/16/1936 @ 4:25PM | Yabluchne, Ukraine

Beverley Allitt | 10/4/1968 @ 9:15AM | Grantham, United Kingdom

Cary Stayner | 8/13/1961 @ 8:37PM | Merced, California, United Sates

Charlene Gallego | 10/10/1956 @ 2:50PM | Stockton, California, United States

Charles Sobhraj | 4/6/1944 @ 10:00PM | Ho Chi Minh, Vietnam

Christine Malèvre | 1/10/1970 @ 4:15PM | Mantes-la-Jolie, France

Dagmar Overby | 4/23/1887 12:00PM (unknown) | Skanderborg, Denmark

Dennis Rader | 3/9/1945 @ 2:47PM | Pittsburgh, Kansas, United States

Dorángel Vargas | 4/14/1957 @ 11:43PM | Mérida, Venezuela

Ed Gein | 8/27/1906 @ 11:30PM | La Crosse, Wisconsin, United States

Fritz Haarman | 10/25/1879 @ 6:00PM | Hanover, Germany

Patrick Kearney | 9/24/1939 @ 7:05AM | Los Angeles, California, United States

Dominants

*listed highest to least dominant*

Most Dominant Modalities:

Mutable

Fixed

Cardinal

Most Dominant Planets:

Mercury

Sun, Venus, + Neptune

Pluto

Most Dominant Signs:

Virgo

Scorpio

Pisces

Leo + Libra

Most Dominant Aspects:

Trine

Square

Opposition + Sextile

Most Dominant Degrees:

4°

0°, 1°, + 29°

6° + 21°

Most Dominant Houses:

10H

7H, 8H, + 11H

4H, 6H, + 9H

Birth Charts + Analyses

In this section, I will be mentioning a few things that particularly piqued my interest in studying their birth charts and their cases. My main focus will be on their luminaries, personal planets, and how the nodes, the ascendant (AC), the imum coeli (IC), and Midheaven (MC) interact with them. I also calculated asteroids: black moon lilith/mean (h12), dark moon lilith/waldermath (h58), lucifer (1930), sado (118230), nessus (7066), chiron (2060), dejanira (157), karma (3811), nemesis (128), atropos (273), achilles (588), and pandora (55) just out of curiosity, but they will not be included in the analysis. If you’d like to know more about what each of the listed asteroids mean, each one is linked for more information for you to deduce what they represent.

These analyses will be spilt into two posts due to image count restrictions.

Andrei Chikatilo

Born in Ukraine in the year of 1936, Andrei Chikatilo is known as the Soviet Serial Killer, having murdered 53 people (officially confirmed) and is suspected to have killed another 56 people (unproven). Chikatilo was born into a poor family of collective farmers, coming earth side during the recovery period of a severe famine in Ukraine, and had never eaten bread until the age 12. His childhood was, in his words, blighted by poverty, ridicule, hunger, and war.

Discovering his impotence as an adolescent, Chikatilo turned inward, directing his anger, awkwardness, and despair toward himself. He was not very successful with women, due to his insecurity, and had committed his first sexual assault by the age of 17. His adolescence was filled with failed romantic relationships. He succeeded in vocational school, after being rejected from university, then began working in construction in Urals, Nizhny Tagil. After being drafted into the Soviet War from 1957 to 1960, he settled back into his native village upon return from the war, but was unable to stay due to his failed relationships and word of his impotence spreading.

Chikatilo committed his first recorded crime in Shakhty, Ukraine on an innocent 9 year old girl named Yelena Zakotnova. His killings were very heavily linked to his insecurity and rage surrounding his impotence. He normally would strangle his victims and stab them repeatedly after attempting and failing to rape them. His only way to achieve sexual arousal, he discovered, was through stabbing and slashing women and children to death. He recalled the urge to be overwhelming and struggled to resist the temptation for many years.

The murders he committed were truly horrific and inflicted unspeakable pain upon his victims. Many were found with multiple suffocation or strangle wounds and stabbing and slashing wounds to the head, neck, chest, and pelvic regions along with evisceration. He was sentenced to death and shot execution style on 2/14/1994 in Russia for his crimes.

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Modality: Mutable / Water / Pisces

Planets: Jupiter (25%), Saturn (14%), + Mars (12%)

Signs: Pisces, Virgo, Libra, + Scorpio

Chart Ruler: 7H Virgo Neptune (17°)

🔪4H Gemini Chiron R (23°) conjunct Gemini IC (22°): This indicates emotional fragility and instability in the home, during his childhood, and within his own personal wounds. Chikatilo’s IC conjunct the asteroid of wounds is quite powerful as he clearly felt very fragile and weak throughout his entire life. The Capricorn degree of 22° on his IC is so profound here as there is a theory that it is the degree of “kill or be killed” and he certainly was both; rather a “kill and be killed” in his case. His greatest wound was his impotence and he let it destroy him. His Chiron is also opposing his Jupiter and TN which not only made this journey his purpose but also his fate.

🔪8H Scorpio Moon (5°) square 5H Cancer Pluto (28°): Indicates powerful and transformational emotions that can become overwhelmingly dangerous if not contained. His desire for control over his sexual ability and women/children became all-consuming, leading to his violent actions. He seems to have been a deeply vengeful, paranoid, and self-pitying individual that kept all of this darkness inside until he unleashed it when facing sexual or romantic rejection. His emotions were not only extremely intense but extremely volatile. 5° is the first degree of Leo, indicating there is still much to be learned and worked on with his Moon, and also can indicate childishness; which makes sense with his immature reactions.

🔪7H Virgo Mars (12°) square 9H Sagittarius Jupiter (20°): This aspect indicates the potential to become an aggressive and impulsive individual. Jupiter expands the qualities of Mars in the worst way possible in this case, as he was certainly known to be violent, unpredictable, and highly aggressive. His kills speak for themselves quite clearly. He had difficulty forming intellectual and romantic relationships which fueled his insecurity and anger. He was most likely everyone’s frenemy and rarely kept people close, especially with his Scorpio Moon. There was also a great deal of friction with his sexual energy, personal and sexual relationships, and experience in higher education.

Beverley Allitt

Born in the United Kingdom in the year of 1968, Beverley Allitt is known for being The Angel of Death, wreaking horror upon new parents and their sick infants during her career as a hospital nurse.

There is not much information on Allitt’s early life. She grew up in a village called Corby Glen with a brother and two sisters. Her father was a liquor store employee and her mother was a school custodian. She was known to baby-sit quite frequently, and at the age of 16, Allitt dropped out of school and started nursing courses at Grantham College.

Allitt allegedly appeared to be quite charming, nurturing, and kind; or at least that’s what she wanted people to see. No one suspected of any wrongdoing from her until a pattern started to reveal itself. While working as a nurse at Grantham and Kesteven Hospital, she took four precious lives, attempted to take three more, and severely injured another six infants. Her methods of murder were either by administering insulin or large air bubbles into their intravenous system. No one knows her motive behind her senseless treatment of these poor infants.

She reportedly said to her close friend that she would never go to prison and there is a theory that she showed symptoms of Munchausen Syndrome by proxy. She refused to eat after her first week in prison, leading to a psych evaluation, and she remained in prison due to the initial court ruling that she was not mentally ill. However, she reportedly admitted to all of the murders in a failed application, in order to stay at a mental institution and avoid prison. None of the victims’ families were notified of this confession. She is currently serving her time at Rampton Secure Hospital in Nottinghamshire and will potentially be eligible for parole very soon; if she isn’t already.

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Modality: Mutable / Water / Pisces

Planets: Pluto (22%), Neptune (17%), + Mercury (14%)

Signs: Pisces, Libra, Virgo, + Scorpio

Chart Ruler: 11H Virgo Pluto (23°) + 10H Virgo Mars (7°)

🔪Scorpio AC (1°) conjunct 1H Scorpio Mercury R (1°) + 1H Scorpio Venus (9°): This aspect indicates the potential to be a very charming and inviting individual. Allitt was most likely highly intelligent, talkative, and visually appealing to some. People often recalled as finding her pleasant and charming. She probably used her words to her utmost advantage, especially while committing her crimes, in order to fool the staff into thinking these deaths were accidental. She surely only let people see and hear from her what she knew was acceptable, especially as a Scorpio ascendant, mercury, + venus. She was quite skilled in keeping aspects of her personality and mind hidden from those around her; and I’m sure some people felt like they really knew her (but sadly they truly had no clue).

🔪11H Virgo Pluto (23°) opposition 5H Aries Chiron (0°): This indicates a transformation of personal wounds; but with an opposition aspect, there can be some friction. With her chiron at 0°, her inner wounds were most likely quite profound and difficult to ignore (as the degree and aspect forces her to focus on healing/improving). This aspect can also indicate becoming a healer, and whether you are healed or not yourself is another thing, as many people continue to work in healing professions and are broken themselves. In this case, she most certainly used her gift as a curse upon her patients. As we do not know her reasoning for her crimes, it can be difficult to ascertain exactly what she was thinking and feeling leading up to the murders and what demons were possibly tempting her. But with this aspect it certainly means the regeneration of her inner wounds were always meant to either uplift or destroy her.

🔪11H Virgo Pluto (23°) conjunct 11H Virgo Jupiter (21°): Indicates large and powerful goals/ideals in an individual. There is a hunger for power and influence here as well as a potentially large hubris. It was clear fairly early on what she wanted to do with her life and she intended on getting there; which she certainly did thanks to her unwavering determination. People that she let in closely probably found her to be quite an intense and controlling individual. In this case, the severity of her actions did not discourage her, even when she was facing serious prison time. It is clear that she did not properly handle the energy of this aspect nor use it to her advantage; letting it consume her instead. This is a perfect example for this aspect of how quickly one’s luck and power can be lost if it is used for ill will.

Cary Stayner

Born in the United States in the year of 1961, Cary Stayner is known for being the Yosemite Park Killer and the brother of a kidnapping victim (Steven Stayner), later being revealed at the age of 37 as a violent and sadistic murderer of women.

Stayner was the first of five children, becoming a big brother to three sisters and a baby brother, Steven. When Steven was 7 years old, he was abducted by a child molester named Kenneth Parnell, and held captive for 7 years. When Steven was 14, he managed to escape his captor and reach safety, reuniting with his family. Stayner recalled feeling quite neglected while Steven was missing and then felt overshadowed by the attention after Steven’s rescue and return. Steven unfortunately passed away in a motorcycle accident in 1989 and is survived by two children.

Stayner claims that what happened to Steven did not contribute to the reason that he is a killer, though others would disagree. He apparently began fantasizing about murdering and abducting women since he was 7 years old, before his brother was abducted. At age 3, Stayner was diagnosed with trichotillomania and medicated for it, although it did not help and his condition worsened as he aged. He was bullied heavily for the bald spots that resulted from his disorder.

Between February and July of 1999, Stayner took the lives of at least two women and two teenage girls. 42 year old Carol Sund and 16 year old exchange student, Silvina Pelosso, were found burnt beyond recognition in the trunk of Carol’s rental car. Carol was strangled and shot while Silvina was raped and shot before being burned. While Carol’s 15 year old daughter, Juliana (Juli) Sund, was also raped and later found with her throat slit. The police made their discovery via two maps that was hand drawn by Stayner himself, directing them to the bodies on the map. Stayner disgustingly wrote beside Juli’s marker on the map: “We had fun with this one.”

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Modalitiy: Fixed / Earth / Taurus

Planets: Saturn (16%), Sun (15%), + Neptune (15%)

Signs: Leo, Virgo, Capricorn, + Cancer

Chart Ruler: 8H Scorpio Neptune (8°) + 11H Capricorn Jupiter (29°) R

🔪6H Leo Sun (21°) conjunct 6H Leo Mercury (20°) + 6H Leo Uranus (25°): This aspect indicates potential for a highly intelligent, undefinable, and rebellious individual. Sun conjunct Mercury is the most common conjunction that can appear, however it still indicates intelligence and a sense of similitude between the core self and the mind. Stayner was known to be an avid learner and skilled student while in school and work. With The Sun in a separating conjunction with Uranus, it adds an aspect to his ego and self where people do not know what to expect from him; and it is up to him on whether that result is good or bad. In extreme cases like this one, it is possible for the individual to have and experience streaks of violence, unpredictability, and infectious thoughts.

🔪11H Capricorn Jupiter (29°) square 8H Scorpio Neptune (8°): This indicates the potential for extreme ideals, fantasies, and optimism, and if used inappropriately can manifest into something quite dangerous. It can create a sense of feeling untouchable due to living in their own fantasy and their own perception of reality. This energy shows itself quite clearly in his brashness of sending a hand drawn map to the police guiding them to the crimes he committed and especially making light of what he did to his victims. This also shows an unrealistic expectation of receiving some level of fame and recognition for what he’s done; when in reality it is truly horrific and never reached a level of recognition that he truly desired.

🔪6H Leo Uranus (25°) opposition 12H Pisces Chiron (4°): This aspect indicates a separation between the subconscious soul and daily life, work, and health. The way he felt personally was met with opposition with the way in which he cultivated his life. This also can indicate that he most likely was not aware of this energy as the 12H is a very private and personal house. This aspect can cause unpredictable changes to soul wounds and bodily heath as well. Also with his Chiron (early/young degree of 4°) so close to the ascendant and 1H (which includes Aries) and opposing his 6H Uranus (25° of Aries), it would make sense that he developed a sudden and subconscious mental condition relating to the head as a child. This aspect along with the first one (imo) really proves to me that his brother’s kidnapping had a much larger effect on him than he was aware of.

Charlene Gallego

Born in the United States in the year of 1956, Charlene Williams (Gallego is her married name) is known as one half of the Sex Slave Killers of Sacramento, who worked with her husband, Gerald, to hold their victims captive as sex slaves before killing them from 1978 to 1989.

Charlene was a bright and intelligent young child, born into a busy and well-known family, with her father as VP to a chain of supermarkets. Her mother and father would travel frequently for business, but when her mother was severely injured in a car accident, Charlene took her place and her mother’s responsibilities for the business. As a young adult, Charlene took a turn for the worse, starting to drink and use drugs. She was despised at work due to her overtly flirtatious nature and was deemed a nyphomaniac by her peers; she is also rumored to have fantasized frequently about lesbian sex and often pushed her romantic prospects into threesomes with strangers or their own wives.

Charlene had been married twice before meeting Gerald Gallego on September 10, 1977 in Sacramento, California. Within the first week of knowing one another, Charlene moved in with Gerald, and happily acted as the submissive partner in their sadomasochistic relationship. Charlene apparently enjoyed Gerald’s sodomization of her and his preference of rough intercourse. Not soon after this, Gerald brought home their first victim, a 16 year old exotic dancer, who is not named. They proceeded to have a threesome, but the women were only allowed to touch Gerald, and not each other. When Gerald returned home from work later, he discovered that Charlene and the 16 year old has been sexually active without him, and Gerald threw the girl out of the window in a rage and beat Charlene. This incident caused Gerald to completely shut Charlene off from him sexually and he was no longer interested in her as a sexual partner.

Due to this, he told Charlene he would require two sex slaves to satisfy him, and without question Charlene followed his orders. Gerald and Charlene would abduct in pairs with Charlene being the brains and charm while Gerald was the brawn. They held these victims hostage, letting Gerald rape them for countless hours and when he was satisfied, he would shoot them dead after bludgeoning them with either a shovel, hammer, or tire iron. One of their victims was even buried alive after her abduction and assault. Charlene escaped the death penalty due to accepting a plea deal to testify against Gerald and allegedly later told a cell mate how ecstatic these killings made her feel. This contradicts her statements given much later, as she remains constant in her claims the she was also a victim, and attempted to save some of the lives of the young girls. She was released from prison in July of 1997 while Gerald died of cancer on death row in 2002.

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Modality: Mutable / Earth / Virgo

Planets: Mercury (17%), Saturn (17%), Mars (13%)

Signs: Virgo, Libra, Pisces, Leo (also Scorpio)

Chart Ruler: 6H Leo Uranus (6°) + 9H Sagittarius Saturn (0°)

🔪9H Sagittarius Saturn (0°) square 7H Leo Pluto (29°): This aspect indicates the potential for difficulty in accepting transformation of the mind and of relationships/partnerships. With Saturn at 0° (the purest expression of whatever sign it is placed in) in Leo, there was possibly a strong urge to resist expression and higher knowledge. This aspect can create a great deal of resistance if not handled appropriately; resistance between behavior in romantic/platonic relationships, open enemies, and business partnerships and belief in higher education, philosophy, and higher powers (gods/deities/etc.). She also most definitely had some tumultuous relationships and interactions with others.

🔪8H Libra Sun (17°) square 11H Capricorn Moon (8°): Indicates friction between the needs of the self/ego and the needs of the heart and emotions. It can feel for these individuals as though they are torn between what/who they want to be/what direction to take and how they want to feel/what they should feel. Especially with this energy being yin (Capricorn) and yang (Libra); there was certainly tension here for Gallego. She most likely felt quite perplexed in who she really wanted to be and unfortunately she took the wrong turn; one most would never take. This aspect is the only thing that could slightly make me believe she could be telling the truth in her trying to save some of the girls from their deaths.

🔪11H Capricorn Moon (8°) trine 7H Virgo Venus (5°): This aspect indicates the potential for a very kind, caring, and appealing individual. This energy is even more profound with the aspect being involved with the angular houses. Not only was it smart for Charlene to be the “brains” because she is a woman, but she has the ability to tap into this aspect of herself; where people feel that they can fully trust her. This a wonderful aspect to have, but everything has its cons, and she certainly used it to her advantage in the absolute worst way. This aspect can create a calming influence on others, specifically her relationships and her community, which can make her appear as though she wouldn’t hurt a fly. Having her moon in a scorpio degree added a mysterious effect to her that I’m sure people were drawn to as well.

Charles Sobhraj

Born in Vietnam in the year of 1944, Charles Sobhraj is known as the Bikini Killer, preying upon western tourists visiting his country and brutally taking their lives. His killing spree went on from 1963 to 1976 and spanned across several countries.

Born Hotchand Bhawnani Gurmukh Sobhraj, Sobhraj was born to an Indian Sindhi father and Vietnamese mother. Coming earth side into a region under the power of French colonial territory, he was immediately eligible for French citizenship at birth. His parents were never married and his father denied paternity, so Sobhraj was raised by his mother and French step-father. He felt neglected by his family due to the biological children they eventually had together and began to act out by committing petty crimes as a teenager. He served his first prison sentence in 1963, and it became evident that he had a great way of persuading and manipulating others to get what he wanted, as he was allowed to have books in his cell.

After his release from prison, he became a scam artist and burglar in order to maximize his riches, during which time he met his future wife and mother of his child, Chantal Compagnon. They were frequently on the run from arrest, moving countries to evade the law, while still robbing and scamming citizens of their current residence. All of the profits from their crimes were used to feed Sobhraj’s growing gambling addiction. He lived his life constantly on the run, which explains why his victims span over so much distance from each other. Eventually, Sobhraj left Chantal, due to her growing tired of their criminal ways, and Sobhraj continued his life without her and their daughter, Usha.

Sobhraj would pose as a drug dealer or gem salesmen to attract tourists his way. He actually converted quite a lot of people as accomplices in his deceitful and devious crimes. Many were intentionally poisoned and he would nurse them back to health to gain their loyalty. His method of murder varied and wasn’t quite specific but included drowning, burning, poisoning, and strangulation. His victims were normally found wearing bikinis, hence his title given by authorities, and Sobhraj served many years in prison in India and Nepal for his crimes. Sobhraj enjoyed the infamy his case brought to him and sold the rights to a film based on his life for US$15 million. He was given compassionate release from Nepalese prison on December 23rd, 2022 and is presumed to still be alive.

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Modality: 4 Cardinal / 4 Fixed / Ambiguous

Planets: Uranus (17%), Sun (12%), + Pluto (11%)

Signs: Leo, Virgo, Cancer, + Gemini

Chart Ruler: 9H Leo Pluto (6°) R + 8H Cancer Mars (4°)

🔪5H Aries Sun (16°) trine 9H Leo Jupiter (17°): This aspect indicates the potential of good fortune and luck for an individual. However it can also indicate a person of a large ego and identity to the point of feeling as though they are invincible as well as only seeing the bigger picture and not noticing the small things. The hubris can be quite great here as Jupiter expands the ego/needs/wants of The Sun. This can also create an individual that can reach a status of wealth at a certain point in their lives and do very well in higher education and long journeys if they pursue them. It is quite clear in Sobhraj’s case that he used this energy to his advantage and was able to capitalize quite largely off of his life story and evade police over several years and countries.

🔪6H Taurus Mercury (4°) square 9H Leo Pluto (6°): This one screams Sobhraj from a mile away. This aspect can create intensity and passion in a persons words and their mind. In his case, it specifically affects his 6H and 9H, opening potential for difficulty in daily life, health, work, higher knowledge, and long journeys. His interactions with others was most likely intensely and intellectually challenging. He has strong thoughts with strong opinions of his own and it is clear that he didn’t let others get in the way of him turning his thoughts into a reality. He also drew up a large amount of criticism from the public due to the way he chose to live his life and make a living. Harsh criticism can be a theme here when one has such strong opinions and ideals.

🔪10H Virgo Moon (22°) square 7H Gemini Saturn (21°): Indicates the potential for friction and restriction with emotions and the ability to form relationships. It seems that Sobhraj was good at making surface level/initial connections with people but certainly not deep ones. This aspect can make someone a loner, one whom keeps their heart close to their chest, and is not keen to easily open up. It can also indicate emotional suffering as a child and a large restriction of emotions as an adult if not properly addressed early on. It is clear that he did not do as such and could be one of the reasons why he felt no empathy toward others and their suffering. He felt neglected during his childhood and seems to have completely cut himself off from his family once he became an adult which definitely hindered his emotional growth.

Christine Malèvre

Born in France in the year of 1970, Christine Malèvre is known for taking at least 30 lives while working as a hospital nurse, having confessed to some murders then recanting; causing speculation of her true intentions.

There is no information on Malèvre’s early life and only on her trial, sentencing, and controversy surrounding her recanted confession. Malèvre faced life in prison for the murder of seven patients from 1997 to 1998, despite being suspected of taking much more than that amount. In France, their laws do not allow euthanasia, even if the patient is terminally ill. Malèvre’s reasoning for the murders were that the patients wanted to die and she was helping them cross over; which she stood by firmly and even wrote a novel about. She received an outpour of sympathy from the public during the initial phase of her trial and she was hailed as the “champion of euthanasia”. Over 5,000 letters were sent to her in support and she was even being supported by the Principal French Association Supporting the Right to Die.

However, when details of her trial were made public, society turned on her. Prosecutors never bought Malèvre’s reasoning and neither did the families of her victims. The families vehemently denied that their relatives ever wanted to die nor would they ever ask her to help them to do so. This caused the public to shift in favor of the victims’ families. Malèvre was also named the “Black Widow” by her colleagues, which prosecution used to their advantage, and told the court that she has a morbid fascination with death and illness; which by killing, satisfies this fascination.

Despite her pleas of innocence and stating that she was under duress when confessing, there was too much evidence against her word. Prosecution used a report provided to them that confirmed her fascination with death and disease- as the report stated that patients were three to four times more likely to die during her shifts as a hospital nurse. Shortly after Malèvre was released on bail, she attempted suicide by taking drugs to avoid prison, but was unsuccessful. She was sentenced to 10 years in prison for the murder of six of the seven patients under her care and was permanently banned from working as a nurse. She is currently living out her days at François Quesnay Hospital in her hometown of Mantes-la-Jolie, France.

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Modality: Cardinal / Earth / Capricorn

Planets: Sun (12%), Neptune (12%), Venus (11%)

Signs: Capricorn, Pisces, Virgo, + Scorpio (also Aquarius)

Chart Ruler: 9H Aquarius Moon (29°)

🔪 9H Aquarius Moon (29°) square 6H Sagittarius Neptune (0°): This aspect can create the potential for personal bias and living in one’s own fantasy due to confusion of what is real and what isn’t. Neptune can cloud The Moon with expectations that are not realistic. This could be an indicator for Malèvre, as still to this day, she claims that she is innocent and did not mean any harm to her patients or their families. Although, when this energy is not properly handled, these fantasies/emotional needs can become a veil over what is truly reasonable and expected of a person. This can cause friction in her relationships with her co-workers and in her work environment. It is clear she was not willing to pull the wool from her eyes and see the error in her ways.

🔪 7H Capricorn Sun (19°) conjunct 7H Capricorn Venus (16°): This aspect indicates the potential for harmony within the self/ego needs and sex, romantic/platonic relationships, and beauty. The Sun is blessed with the qualities of Venus and can create a very pleasant, charming, and refined individual that seeks comfortable environments. People are often drawn to these natives and their affectionate personality. With this aspect occurring in the 7H of relationships and open enemies, and also an angular house, this energy is certainly amplified. It’s likely that Malèvre was well liked throughout her life and found an ease in forming relationships with others. Malèvre was initially very well liked and believed by others during the first phase of her trial and I’m sure this aspect played a part in it.

🔪 8H Capricorn Mercury (26°) trine 4H Virgo Pluto (27°): Indicates the potential of an intellectual interest in the taboo, macabre, and dark aspects of life. Individuals with this aspect tend to be very skilled and determined in what they choose to do. This aspect can create a very psychological mind that is drawn to subjects and skills that are intellectually challenging. With this aspect interacting with private houses, it makes sense that this energy might not have been immediately felt or noticed by others. Malèvre is rumored to have had a dark fascination with death/disease and this aspect is a clear indicator of that being true. Manifestation of this energy can either reach an extreme level when Pluto is not well contained or can be used to benefit one in deeper communication and intellect.

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