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The Big Bad Wolf (revamp)

Kakashi Hatake x (fem) reader

What exactly had happened for you to end

up getting caught in such a sticky and sick situation? Was god punishing you for having lived such a depraved and sinful life? Was he punishing you for having taken to many lives? What had you done to get caught in the unforgiving jaws of an apex predator such as him? Why him? Why the Big Bad Wolf? Why kakashi hatake? Why was he hunting you? And why can’t you escape?

Warnings for the series: CNC/Stalking/Non-Con/Dub-Con/SLOW BURN/slight enemies to lovers/hate fucking/oral/knife play/bondage/pet names/gore/P in V/again STALKING/public sex/forced orgasms/creampies/oral(M and F receiving)/use of alcohol/its just gonna be dark yall idk what else to put here/

Enjoy ;)

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“Oh god-“

Huffed breaths filled your ears as you starred up at the ceiling above you. ‘22, 23, 24, 25-’

“I’m gonna-“

Drops of sweat fell onto your nude body as the constant sound of the wooden baseboard hitting the wall behind it, filled your ears. ‘26, 27, 28-’ a guttural grunt would fill the room.

“CuM!”

the sweaty man above you quickly pulled himself from inside of you. ‘29.’ A deep sigh would escape you, Your dead eyes remained on the cream colored ceiling above you.

“I’m pretty good huh?”

‘Worse than average’

Shaky, sweaty, arms caged you, sinking into the mattress beneath you. The man above you lifting his head to face from the croon of your neck to face you, you had to hold back a grimace. he was covered in a thick sheen of sweat, like a pig in the summer heat. Numerous droplets fell from his sweat soaked hair and onto your forehead. You’d almost cringed at the feeling. His face was tomato red, literally.

“Uh- yeah.”

You’d smile, the emotion not quite reaching your (E/C) orbs. ‘Best 29 seconds of my life!’ Is what you’d wanted to say. Sarcastically of course, But you kept your mouth shut.

“Ah- good.”

The man would groan quickly plopping himself onto the bed next to you. Immediately Soaking his poor sheets with a pool of sweat. His bed creaked horrendously under his weight. And You’d found yourself starring at the cream ceiling once more. Eyes and face expressionless, dead. You shut your eyes before sighing once more ‘leave’.

“Hey I think I’m gonna hea-“

You were abruptly cut off by a loud snore, your eyes shot open in disbelief, hastily you turned your head to the right. He was out cold, face first into the mattress. He’d passed out…’with the condom still on.’ Anyone else would’ve been disappointed, dissatisfied, and probably feeling a bit insecure. But the scene before you had your pink lips thinning into a side grin. The sex may have been a let down, ‘like always’ but this, the sight before you made up for it. Or did it?

Quietly you’d shut the door behind yourself making sure not to wake the man. Although The chances of him waking any time soon were quite slim. A scoff left your throat at the thought. ‘29 seconds makes you that tired?’

You’d suck in a sharp breath, the cool air nipping your skin. At least that made you feel something, It was February, the December and January snow just starting to melt. With furrowed brows you took the white and red mask from the cargo of your pockets and secured the familiar plastic onto your face. In the blink of an eye you were off, just as fast as you had came you had left, Not even giving the apartment a second glance as you disappeared into the night.

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“Im sorry you want me to what?”

You’d throw yourself up from your kneeling position on the floor, your brows quickly furrowing in confusion, shock plastering your hard facial features. You were bewildered. Of course the Hokage couldn’t see your perplexed expression behind your Anbu mask. That was probably one of the best parts of the job, you were practically faceless. Emotionless. Mysterious. Dead even.

“This is an order.” Sarutobi would grumble.

“Saru- Lord! You want me to go on a mission with Kakashi hatake?” You’d repeat Sarutobis words back to him, trying to keep the edge from them. very rarely did you argue a missions, a direct on from the Hokage at that.

“That is what I said isn’t it?”

Sarutobi would smirk, your nose pinching underneath your mask at the sight of his smirk. Cautiously you’d take a pleading step closer to the Hokages desk.

“Lord if I may, with the upmost respect, I don’t think this is a good idea-“ you’d bite your tongue. “I haven’t been on a mission with Hatake s-since-“

Sarutobi would lower his head his hat casting a dark shadow over his face, his eyes getting cut from your field of vision.

“Since Rin Nohara died.”

Your whole body seemed to twitch at the Hokages words, your fingers subconsciously tapping against the material of your Anbu uniform. Memories of that day flashing before your eyes your taps getting more aggressive.

‘Yes.’

“I understand your concern (Y/N) but this is Kakashis last Anbu mission. And I would like you to accompany him. This is a direct order.” Sarutobi would stare

You’d wanted to keep protesting, keep fighting back at this mission. Argue that someone else would be a better option. But this was a direct order, a law, your law. You had no choice but to comply. You’d furrow your brows before asking one last question.

“Does he know it’s me?”

Sarutobi would grumble a response. “He knows he has another high ranking Anbu member joining him. That is it.”

And just like that all the weight was lifted off of your body. A small sense of security putting you at ease.‘thank god’.

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You sat behind the bark of a thick tree, your fingers Tapping against the skin of your scraped up knees in an anxious manner. A habit you’d formed and never been able to break. The sudden sound of an energetic and familiar voice interrupted your perturbed thoughts.

“Good morning you two! I have a surprise for the both of you!”

“Oh? What is it sensei?!” A little girl would question in a glee filled tone. You could practically hear the smile in her worlds. It was Rin

A moment of silence passed. Minato said there was another student, a boy. Kakashi. He had No response to the announcement of a ‘surprise’.

Your brows furrowed even more. An odd and unsettling anticipation filling the small training ground.

“Okay (Y/N) you can come out now.”

You’d frown at the sound of those words, shakily standing from your place on the floor and revealing yourself from behind the tree. Your pointer finger roughly tapped against your cargo shorts. You were met with a bright yellow aura and a toothy white smile. ‘Minato’ you’d look behind him seeing two other familiar 13 year olds. One looked kind, and the other? Well.. he looked as inviting as ever. Your brows knotted having furrowed as much as possible.

“This is (Y/N) (L/N)! She’ll be joining our team.”

You were meant to replace obito. That was all.

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A groan small groan would erupt from your throat, whatever paper you’d had on your desk now nothing but a crumpled piece of trash. Your face fell into your hands, you understood you were an Anbu, An elite force, an elite person. You knew that. But ‘of all people why put me on a mission with Hatake?’ That the thought rung through your head. Surely his new team member Itachi would’ve been a much better choice right? Itachi was a unit his skills sure to exceed yours one day if not now, there was also the fact that kakashi would’ve at least known it was Itachi. He was going to have no idea who you were, at least you hoped No idea at all. That could easily put the mission at risk, put a strain on your teamwork.

A buzz erupting from your pocket had your thoughts coming to a complete halt. Sluggishly you lifted your head from your palms and pulled your phone from your pocket, the screen illuminating your face.

‘Your mission starts in 2 hours’

Your throat clenched. And your grins around the device tightened, if you’d been angrier you’re sure your phone would’ve crumbled in your hand that instant.

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“Hello, kakashi hatake.”

‘I know who you are.’

‘Act cool.’

‘He won’t know it’s you.’

‘It wasn’t my fault.’

‘Don’t be weird.’

‘Fuck he knows it’s me.’

A firm, lengthy, and pale hand was placed In front of you. Between you.

“And you?”

Behind the mask Your eyes flicked between hatakes hand and the dirt. Then between his hand and face. His voice was softer than you remembered, but somewhere in that velvety voice was a hint of something that sounded burdened of a million things. Something hoarse and thick, something that screamed for help. Your lips pursed as you studied the grey haired man. Amidst your analyzing you noticed his shoulders, they were tight and tense, but so was the rest of the unfamiliarly tall man that you’d used to know standing before you. It shouldn’t have been as big as surprise as it was to see him so different, less cocky.. less arrogant. Then again the last time you’d seen him had been..

“Just an Anbu.”

Your voice was curt, cutting through the tick and tense air you’d built around yourself. You did your best at forcing your vocals to sound higher than normal. You were going to take every precaution you could to make sure Kakashi didn’t find out or even begin to guess that it was you behind the fox mask. Your lips pursed behind the mask and then thinned your fingers tapping against the thick cargo material of your pants. Kakashis expression remained the same, far from bothered by your answer. The Anbu and its people were full of secrets, you were no exception. You’d do what you could to remain a woman hidden behind a mask.

Kakashi nodded a small ‘hmm’ leaving his lips in approval or disapproval you weren’t sure. After that he pulled his mask from his pocket and placed it onto his own face. both of you now hidden behind masks.

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So far the mission has gone smoothly, so far. Hokage had never told you of Might guy and a few other ninja joining in on the mission. That bothered you, rubbed you the wrong way. They were unaware of the real mission. Unaware of you and Hatake peering on them, stalking from the shadows. You and Kakashi had been silent only speaking to each other when completely necessary, and that was exactly how you had wanted it. The less communication the better, the less likely he was to figure you out.

In the silence of the leaves rustling and the wind blowing against you, the only sound that filled the quiet air as you both perched onto the tree branch was you tapping your fingers against your pants.

“In a way this symbolizes the Anbu perfectly..” kakashi muttered with a dry sigh.

You eyes widened your head flicking towards kakashi.

“..They sit out in the sun and enjoy a hot pot together. While we sit in the shadows and eat food pills.”

‘We are the shadows’

Kakashi’s eyes trailed down to your hands, your eyes following. Food pills. You hadn’t even realized you’d pulled out your pouch of food pills, but that must’ve been what got him talking.

“I don’t mind, it’s easier this way.” ‘Much easier, there’s no need to make connections.’ You responded, straining your vocals. “Why? Do you yearn for something different Hatake?”

Your gaze traveled beyond the mask they were hidden behind and pierced kakashi. You watched him shuffle at your question, then turn his head away returning to somber silence.

‘You do.’

You hummed, his silence was an answer in itself, the only answer you needed. Quickly you took your gaze from kakashi and stared forward.

“Best get going, got to rendezvous.” Was the last thing you said before pushing yourself from the branch.

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The sun was bright. dry heat engulfed you and clung to the inside of your throat making it dry and scratchy. It was unpleasant, uncomfortable, but when was anything in life anything but that? I mean for gods sakes you were here, on a mission with the last man you wanted to be within 5inches of. And you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t been zoned out complaining to yourself internally about the situation you were in. That was until a chorus of Laugher brought you back to reality. Kakashi jumped into action without giving you a single warning

“dickwad-!” You whispered angrily

immediately you followed after him both of you placing yourselves In front of Guy and the other ninja you’d been watching for the past two days.

“Well take it from here.” Kakashi’s commanded, his tone was different from before, stern, hard, nothing soft about it, not in any was similar to the way her sounded the couple of times he’d spoke throughout the mission. “You guys get away from here.”

Guy had protested in some manner but you’d been too distracted by the sudden stampede of boulders that were falling towards you. The ground rumbled beneath your feet, and you raised your hands seconds away from acting and despite your speed kakashi was quicker, much quicker. Within seconds a wall had been built between you, the foe, and the boulders. However not a second was wasted, you and Kakashi were quick to act bringing death to every foe that lied in your paths. It was effortless, putting an end to peoples lives was probably the thing you were best at in yours.

But a flash of light had your head snapping its direction, a loud static crackle following after it, making your eardrums ring. Kakashi’s Chiridoi. Your heart stopped and your feet stumbled against the dirt of the ground. ‘No-‘ your attention was quickly turned from the ninja In front of you as you watched the scene before you as if it was in slow motion. Flashes of the past, of Rin, of that mission mixing with the reality In front of you ‘save her’ Your knees wobbled as Kakashi’s hand struck rins- no the foes- stomach and ripped through her another flash of light following as he breached her skin. You felt your stomach turn and your body reach for Rin…

“-No-!”

The sound of skin and clothes ripping brought you back to reality a sharp pain ripping through your side forcing you to suck in a sharp breath. It wasn’t real. Your head turned from where your mind had just toyed with you and back to the ninja in front of you.

You gritted your teeth at the sight before you, a kunai was lodged into your abdomen his hand gripping its handle like a vice pushing the blade deeper into you, trying to cause as much discomfort as possible. A harsh line formed between your brows beneath the mask, drops of sweat falling from your forehead. You thinned your lips and pulled a Kunai from your sleeve plunging it into the man’s stomach with the same force he had yours, he stampeded and released the Kunai sticking from your abdomen. You seethed, angry at yourself for letting your mind trick you, and for letting your gaurd down. You gracefully took this opportunity to put both hands on the Kunai you’d lodged into his stomach and forced the blade up, a guttural scream filled the air, blood immediately seeping into the fabric of his clothes and painting your hands red. You released the Kunai and flicked him away, He coughed, blood splattered from his mouth freckling onto your mask as he stumbled backwards. He coughed again, falling to the ground with a harsh thump, his hands gripping the kunai now lodged into his chest. Horror filled his eyes as they bulged from his skull, It was over. He was over, he knew it.

Your bloodied hands reached for the kunai that penetrated your skin, pulling it from you wasn’t an option. That risked bleeding out, you just had to leave it till you were back at the village and were able to revive the help you needed. The thought had a sour scowl painting your features.

What had felt like minutes had only taken seconds, every enemy had fallen to the ground one of them beneath Kakashi’s feet, the grey haired ninja pressing his toes into the foes throat. You watched the man claw at Kakashi’s foot, pleading, begging for his life. However in the Anbu there was no forgiveness or mercy. Kakashi was his grim reaper. Like butter Kakasi pulled a kunai from his waist band the blade reflecting against the sun casting a god like shadow around kakashi, but an unholy one for the man behanth him. The man pleaded. Kakashi lifted his arm and did what most couldn’t.

You jumped from body to body, making sure each and every foe was dead, if they weren’t then they soon would be. That was your job. That was the Anbu. You’d reached the last man on the floor, he was still breathing, making a messy attempt to push you away stuttered words and protests falling from his red lips. You lifted your bloody Kunai, ‘Last one.’

“HEY! What do you think you’re doing? Stop that!” An angry and breathy voice cut your actions off, Guy.

You lifted your head towards guy and finished your deed without a second thought or glance. Guys nostrils were flaring like a bull and his face was red. He stomped towards you but kakashi was quick to get In front of you.

“Our mission.”

There it was, the cold and harsh tone you remember. However it was much colder, much harsher and something deeper and angrier lied laced within his words. Something caged.

And then there it was, the look of fear, terror and awe from guy. A look that said a million things and only one at the same time. A look that said ‘you aren’t human’ because how could a human kill so easily so effortlessly? Maybe that was how you deserved to be looked at. Maybe that was your punishment for being so good and such a sinful thing. Your damnation.

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“We’re going out for drinks, celebrating, Would you like to join us?” Kurenai spoke from the left of you, she was a soft spoken woman. Gentle and kind.

It took you a moment to register her words a bowl full of oats placed on the table you leaned against. You tapped your fingers against the warm bowl in thought.

“I’m not sure.” Your eyes stayed focused on the food infront of you. “Who’s all going?” finally you looked up at the woman, someone you’d grown up with.

“All of us, just like old times.” Kurenai smiled warmly her eyes shutting as she did so. “Asuma, Guy, me..” she paused and smiled ever brighter. “Even Kakashi is joining us. Isn’t that amazing? It took a lot of convincing, but now that he’s no longer part of the Anbu I think a lot of stress has been lifted from his shoulders. Guy is very excited.”

You gave a small smile at the news, pretending as if you hadn’t heard it. You knew kakashi was no longer an Anbu, the mission you’d been sent on with him had been his last and final mission. You really had thought about going, debated it quite thoroughly, but hearing that kakashi would be going was an immediate ‘no’ for you. So you lied.

“Kurenai that’s so sweet of you to invite me, but I got a lot of paper work to catch up on. Maybe some other time?” You gave a warm smile, a real smile. It was very rarely that you were invited places. You really were glad she’d invited you. Stoked really, but, Kakashi being there was just an immediate no. You’d avoided him for years after Rin died. What had happened was your fault a terrible accident, and everythingfell apart was just much too awkward after that.

You could see the disappointment in Kurenai’s eyes, see the creases of worry that painted her face. And still you smiled as if you could not see.

“I’ll tell everyone you said ‘hi’.”

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The smell of liquor and smoke filled your lungs, the taste of sweat in the air and on your tongue. Trashy music blasting from the speakers had the ground beneath your feet shaking, pebbles and leaves bouncing to the beat of the music, the sound of laughter, yelling and glasses clinking filled your ears as you stepped into the old and dirty club. It had only been a day since your mission, but a familiar need of arousal had overcome you. Usually you didn’t ‘target’ people in the village, that would’ve caused too much drama. However, if you found a man drunk enough and single enough you used a little genjutsu and he’d never know it was you. And as wrong as it was your morals had been thrown out the window the day you decided to join the Anbu. You knew you were depraved, destined for the bloody damnation of hell. God, satan and all their minions knew it the day you were born. Some, if they knew of the things you’ve done, did, and how often, would call you a whore. Tell you “you’re for the streets” But in reality you were searching for something exquisite, something that you’d found only to be written in books. You were searching for an escape someone, or something to end the never ending ache that constantly snaked its way between your thighs. You searched for the pleasure that the poetry you read described and expounded. You wanted to know if it was just fairytale.. and so far? It was. Your fingers and books brought your more pleasure than any man ever had.

You took a couple more steps into the club, searching for your next test subject as you did so.

“(Y/N)?!” A few gasps followed after the shout of your name. “You came?! Ah! I knew you’d show!”

Kurenai. Your heart sank. Why the fuck did they choose this club? In fact why a club over a bar? Your teeth almost broke from the sheer force of your jaw as your teeth clenched. You’d hoped you just imagined her voice, but that just wasn’t reality. You weren’t that lucky of a person, You walking into the same club they’d chosen was reality. Slowly you turned your head, your body stiffly following soon after.

“Kurenai! Of course I’d come!..I finished my paper work early and thought, oh wooow, looks like I can come celebrate with the old gang.”

You’d swing your forearm and first across your chest in a ‘yippie’ motion a strained smile painting your face. You forced yourself towards their table your eyes scanning the faces of all your old ‘pals’ Guy, Asuma, Kurenai, and ‘kakashi’ you immediately averted your eyes from his, looking back to the raven haired woman. An unnerving chill creeping up your spine as you sat at the table. ‘Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.’ You watched Kurenais face contort with confusion, Asuma looking at her with concern.

“Hey, wait- (Y/N) I never told you which club we were going to? Or that we’re were even going to a club.”

Your jaw clenched even tighter, if anyone was looking they could’ve easily seen the muscles contract and contort. And then you let out a sudden bark of laughter your fighters tapping against the wood of the table, it was sticky, alcohol and nacho cheese coating it.

“Uhh what can I say, lucky guess.” You shrugged your shoulders, all of your peers staring at you. “I’m just happy I was able to come.” You looked down your lips thinning into a straight line as you bit the inside of your cheek.

Kurenais face immediately turned to a smile and she opened her arms in an accepting gesture from across the table.

“And so are we!” She yelled cheerfully. Everyone else cheering with her. Everyone but kakashi, he was just watching you nodding his head ever so slightly.

Your eyes flickered back to him very sporadically, every time you glanced at him from the corner of your eye it met his making you immediately look away. Your fighters tapped against the table harsher, louder, more anxiously than before. You frowned, your mind only thinking one thing. ‘Does he know it was me?’ Did he figure out it was you on the mission less than a day ago? Did Sarutobi tell him?

“So what we are-so what exactly are we celebrating tonight?” You’d look at everyone in the group but kakashi.

“We’re celebrating kakashi, he’s going to be a team leader and train Genin! He’s finally been releived of his duties as an Anbu member!” Guy yelled “he can finally leave the darkness of that evil Corporation!”

‘Darkness’ that word danced around your mind. Is that the reason kakashi had sounded so different? Burdened, angry, hateful, cold, emotionless, evil? Dark. Did the Anbu really manage to do that to him just as it had done to many others? Just as it had to you? You pursed your lips in thought the sound of everyone clanging their drinks together making your ears ring and fade into a dull numb throb.

As old as the news was, in fact you were pretty damn sure you’d known kakashi was going to be relieved of his duties before he knew. Still, fake it till you make it right? You craned your neck robotically, attempting to face kakashi with a strained, gleeful smile that didn’t quite reach the creases surrounding your eyes. Your heart palpated the second your eyes met his, an unnerving chill slithered up your spine.

“That’s wonderful Hatake.”

His name came of your tongue in a strained and awkward manner. seeing him, looking at him without the comfort of your Anbu Mask for the first time in years made you want to crumble into a tiny little ball. It had been bearable to face him during the mission, but that was because he didn’t know it was you. He didn’t know it was the girl that had gotten Rin killed. But now? He was seeing you for the first time in years and It was awkward and tense. Nonchalantly you raised your arm signaling for a server. If you were gonna last the night you’d need many drinks.

“Are you happy to finally get out of that dark organization? The Anbu scare me-!” you were cut of by a loud, dramatic gasp.

“(Y/N)! What Happened to you?!!” Guy screamed.

immediately he pointed to your side and you watched as the groups eyes darted downwards to where his finger pointed. You felt your stomach churn the little contents that filled it wanting to spill from your throat. You deadpanned your face, and pointed to the blood soaked bandage nonchalantly. The wound you’d gotten from your mission with kakashi- was that gonna be your tell?

“this?” Your voice cracked

‘Fuck’

‘Don’t connect the dots’

“I just cut myself trying to train the same stuff you guys do.” You croaked out a lie, faking a nervous chuckle and a bashful face. “Wanted to try and be as cool as you guys ya know? Since I was the only one that ended up cooped up in an office and doing your guys’s paperwork.” They didn’t know you were an Anbu member, only a select few knew, that’s how’d you wanted it to be when you accepted the offer. Your fingers drummed against the sticky table. “But it made me realized why you’re all out there and I stay here.”

Subtly You scanned the group’s faces. Asuma, Guy, Kurenais… kakashi. You probably held his gaze longer than you should’ve, trying to study him one thought plaguing your mind. ‘Does he know now?’.

“Worried it’s gonna scar.” You pouted brining your hands to your mouth, in an attempt to solidify your lie. flinching away from Kakashi’s unreadable gaze.

The rest of the night blurred, a strange tingle sitting at the base of your neck as it went on. Everyone had gotten pretty drunk or a little tipsy, everyone excluding kakashi. He hadn’t touched a wink of liquor, and it’d made your lips thin into a frown. This “get together” was supposed to have Been for him, and yet he hadn’t even celebrated and That detail just seemed to rub you the wrong way. It Make your fingers twitch anxiously.

You Constantly removed yourself from the groups conversations, ignoring the group you sat with to gaze at the numerous men in the bar. Trying to accomplish what you’d came here to do. You practically hunted them with your eyes, analyzing each man your eyes graced, pointer finger pressing against your lips, your chin resting on your hand as you did so. And Every time you decided to zone back in on the conversation with your peers and turn your head back to them kakashi was staring. Just staring, he never said anything never moved, nothing… he just stared. Every time you looked behind yourself to see if he’d maybe seen some fight or crazy person you hadn’t and every time there was nothing.

Annoyed and uncomfortable you finally decided to speak up and escape the awkward tension that you felt had formed between the two of you. Giving up on your ‘mission’.

“I-im gonna head ou-“ you were cut off by Guys booming voice.

“Let’s embrace our youth by Immersing in the crowd and busting out some wicked dance moves!”

Everyone at the table chanted Kurenai and Asuma seeming the most ecstatic of the bunch. Probably because that meant they got an excuse to dry hump one and other in public without being judged.

“YES LETS!” Kurenai yelled joyously, immediately standing from the table and rushing towards the dance floor pulling Asum with her. “(Y/N) cmon!” She commanded blissfully, her words slurring from the amount of liquor she’d welcomed into her body.

You awkward stood from the booth and lifted a hand in a protesting manner. “Uh- actually I was just about to leave-“

*guys hand slapped your back.* “nonsense! You aren’t leaving yet!! Tonight’s a night worth celebrating! You too Kakashi! You’re aren’t getting out of this one!”

You rubbed your eyebrow and blinked a couple more times than normal, trying to come up with some excuse to get out of this and just go home. To get away from kakashi. You never wanted to see him again, tonight had been a good reminder of that. A reminder that you two had never been close, the relationship between the two of you had always been awkward and strained and the death of Rin had only worsened it. You two just weren’t compatible, you weren’t capable of mending a bond that had never been there to begin with.

Amist your emotional turmoil a lightbulb had gone off in your brain a true smile painting your face.

“Okay.” You agreed

And maybe that’s how mine and Hatakes little game of cat and mouse came to be, or would wolf and bunny be a better description? No, that just sounds stupid. Predator and prey couplet maybe? I’m not sure what to call our little artifice. And really, I don’t know what started it. All I know is from that day forth I was being hunted by the Big Bad Wolf. Constantly trying to pry myself from the sharp grasp of his pearly whites and claws, trying to escape and taunt the savage predator himself. Hunted. I was hunted.

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A/N: whooooaaa so cool right? Nooo, I’ve been working on this draft/revamp of an old story I did and I finally decided to publish it. Depending on how it does will determine whether or not I write another chapter or just call it quits lol. Kidding I’ll finish this for myself and myself alone if I have to.

Sorry if there’s typos and stuff- I’m lame.

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anosci · 9 months ago

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selected albums ive listened to in 2024

this year I'm just posting the highlights so itll be shorter

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January

1/ VHS Head - Phasia (2023) first new album of '24 for me! "Strange Food" that zap pew beat is a delight! title track is p good, floaty. "Phocus" this is very vaguely leaning into…funk? i really like it. possible highlight? wondering why it shares the title of a different album.

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4/ VA - FM Synth 2 (2017) yeah i love fm "Mach 5 Fusion Force X" is a god damn tour de force. insane! "Work Without Rules" second fav of mine for its smoov smoov swingy wobs

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7/ Skee Mask - C (2024) first 2024 album in the list! dusty, crispy, chillout. analogue. deep bass when needed, never too thick of a presence. delightful chillout music. at worst, its a bit varied, as if it were an anthology. probably because it is. highlight: "Bassline Dub"

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12/ (all OCRemix posts from 2017) all over the place ofc some insano selections: "Multi-track Drifting" N R G!!! "Big Room Gobi" funny but in a goes hard way also: Star Salzman's Katamari mix!!! i keep coming back to that in particular

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15/ VA - Adventure Time, Vol. 1-5 (2019) they have extended versions of some sc cuts!! "Party With the Chief" esp(!) the biggest thing I noticed overall: this soundtrack is so…wack. meandering. ADHD in control of a quirky ensemble. continually amazed that this's from a hit show

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16/ Diverse System - JAPAN 2 (2023) a mostly rly good grab bag of bangers with a japan flavor! i adore the koto mixed in with tight electric beats. big big standouts with "灯火" !!! and the much more electric "Amatsu"

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17/ Patricia Taxxon - Bicycle (2024) laid back (mostly) textures n vibes. instant fav in "Frat Claws" and "I Do" specifically! i really like the FEEL within the sounds. i keep coming back to "Chipshop" and "Boys". visceral.

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23/ Aleksi Perälä - Starlight 1 (2018) surprisingly solid, albeit a bit all over the place much love for the smooth sounds of "UK74R1823040" much love for the stepfiltered "UK74R1823090" not as much a fan of the techno flavors this time but still!

it's hard to recommend this artist in general but ive been listening to a lot of AP music. just give those two highlights a try and see what you think.

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25/ BT - The Secret Language of Trees (2023) THE GOOD STUFF Producer's Cuts especially!!! "k-means clustering"……. the clicks in "Time Moves So Fast"…. if you ever wished ppl made more music from 2007, here it is. a return to the binary universe.

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40/ Tom Bragl - Regainable (2024) a few crunchy niceities, but just a few imo. "Klamra" f.ex. feels very 2007, which IS a delight. for anyone who wishes they made more music from 2007. here it is. funny it's marketed as "80s esque" lol. i hear it tho.

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43/ µ-ziq - 1977 (2023) mike has a very distinct style that stands out from a lot of his peers imo. i wasnt sure about this but the reverbed minimalist drum machine in tracks like "4am" and "Belt & Carpet" win me over. I think those two and the weirdly hazy house of "Houzz 13" are my favs. "4am" especially, with those ethereal (newage?) chopped vocals

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44/ Autechre - 2005-4-15 Glasgow (live set) apparently there are some old soundboard recordings laying around!!! this is super good. quaristice stuff. i love love love the multiple variations of chence9! the fast version of IO is rly good too. ez fav but still.

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47/ STAFFcirc vol. 9: MIDI MODULE FANATIX (2024) oh hell yes, midi AND rompler!!! "Thunder and Strawberry Wine" is otherworldly. i get how it was made but also. How? ooooghhh… "30 Domcaster St" delightful ooooghhh… "Cascade rev.2023" authentic zest "Yakumotatsu" god i love this trend of pushing msgs midi to the max "tunnel7_r35b" listen i love chimeratio and he brought his slapping

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57/ Fields Of Mist - Biospore Farmers (2024) try not to compare to boc challenge: impossible. it's lush damnit. but the perc is way way more analogue drummachine. its wall to wall good. that opening track would have blown my mind in 2007. they dont make it like that anymore, except i guess they do!

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60/ pilotredsun - Achievement (2016) an album misplaced in time. pristine early 00s bedroom musician vibes.

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I posted 211 times in 2022

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Blogs I reblogged the most:

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I tagged 170 of my posts in 2022

Only 19% of my posts had no tags

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#fedal - 9 posts

#photography - 7 posts

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Longest Tag: 68 characters

#this would be me if i was ever on the big screen at a sporting event

My Top Posts in 2022:

Finally feeling like I’m coming up for air after a, frankly, traumatic couple of months. Bought a house at the end of October (YIKES!!!) and then had to spend the settlement period stressing that we would regret it and that the house would be horrible and that none of our stuff would fit in it. Struggled to source a bunch of tradies to do some essential pre-moving in work (painting, floors, electrical) and then when we did book some in, worried that they would all get c*vid right before they had to start work and it would throw out our insanely packed schedule. Spent all of January worrying that *we* might get c*vid and had to basically do a risk assessment before making any sort of social plans. Had to deal with the World’s Worst Property Manager™ when moving out of our rental and trying to work around open for inspections and the prospect of not getting our bond back for whatever stupid fucking reasons property managers make up and also some real reasons (didn’t get the carpets steam cleaned!! left a broken key in a lock in the back door!!!). Decided to get a removalist to do the big stuff and do the small stuff ourselves in the middle of the shittiest humid heatwave Melbourne had had in decades. The bank took the money out of my account twice at settlement leaving me with -$50k and didn’t even really think it was a big deal?!? The cleaner that we booked through Airtasker to clean the house before we moved in did the worst job I’ve ever seen and we had to re-clean the entire house and we only paid her because we needed her to leave the house and never see her again. Spent SO MUCH MONEY in general I don’t know if my inner anti-capitalist will ever recover. Also had to change jobs in the middle of all of this against my will - my old role was a 12 month contract but I loved it and my team so much and didn’t want to leave and start something new.

On the plus side, the internet got connected without a single hassle (WHAT). We bought a dishwasher and it somehow fit the random space in the kitchen cabinetry perfectly. Actually, *all* of our stuff fit perfectly, even the messy awful things like CDs and DVDs are now neatly tucked away. The backyard has an original Hills Hoist and I never thought I could derive so much pleasure from watching the clothes spin gently around in the sun. Got all of our bond back in the end! Sarah and I barely had a cross word with each other despite feeling hot, dirty and stressed 24/7 for about 4 weeks and also having to assemble a number of pieces of flatpack furniture. Discovered after 8 years of owning my washing machine that it doesn’t need a special hose to connect to the hot tap and the machine heats the water itself so we can wash on a hot cycle! Rafa won the AO (still not over that)!!!! Found out that the reason the bathroom smelled so damp was because of a blocked sewer pipe that the greywater couldn’t go down so it was just running under the house (not good) but it only cost $300 for a plumber to fix and now the bathroom doesn’t smell!! Even the scary bits of the house that I thought I’d never be brave enough to go into (the roof storage space, the filthy outdoor garage) are now clean and accessible and useable. I’m feeling calm more often than not at the moment, for the first time in a loooooong time.

Long story short, hi!

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Angus O’Callaghan - Young & Jackson Neon 1968-71

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Forgot to post this before the end of the year and obviously the world will end if I don’t do it 😂

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My #1 post of 2022

Went into hospital yesterday for a laparoscopy to treat my endometriosis, which has been getting progressively worse with each passing year, and not to brag or anything, but the surgeon said the endo was “EVERYWHERE” when he came to talk to me afterwards 💁🏼‍♀️

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I posted 34,121 times in 2022

That's 22,762 more posts than 2021!

2,822 posts created (8%)

31,299 posts reblogged (92%)

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I tagged 6,811 of my posts in 2022

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#other than a total of two and a half theory videos by white guys with too much time on their hand and the wild ramblings i've seen everyone

My Top Posts in 2022:

i figured it out

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genuinely love the genre of games like YIIK and hunt down the freeman where it's just "pretentious white guy makes a shitty game with tons of potential but the worst self-insert to ever grace this world so he can be the main character and everyone decides to collectively take a massive dump on it until it's completely forgotten by everyone forever"

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i just burnt myself (potentially really badly) with scalding water and when i closed my eyes my brain flashed the "ONE PLAYER LEFT" salmon run text so it's good to know my brain associates that with extreme pain

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btw if you're one of those ridiculous people who somehow believes that trans men either a. Aren't oppressed b. Don't deserve to name their oppression or c. Can't be oppressed because all men are oppressors. Block and unfollow me IMMEDIATELY

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My #1 post of 2022

do new bee and puppycat fans even understand how fucking insane it was that VOCALOID OLIVER was doing the silly voices

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2 Remarkable Filipino

PRE-SPANISH PERIOD

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Pedro Bukaneg (March 1592 – c. 1630}

Was a Filipino poet. He is considered the "Father of Ilocano literature." Blind since birth, he is the believed to have authored of parts of the Ilocano epic Biag ni Lam-ang (Life of Lam-ang).

Being a romanticist, he composed poems and songs which were so tenderly sweet that he gained fame among the Ilokano masses as a gifted troubadour. Bukaneg was good not only in poetry but also in oratory.

Pedro Bukaneg was a Filipino poet. He is considered the "Father of Ilocano literature." Blind since birth, he is the believed to have authored of parts of the Ilocano epic Biag ni Lam-ang. A street inside the Cultural Center of the Philippines complex in Pasay, Philippines is named in his honor.

Born: March 1592, Bantay

Died: 1630

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Nicanor Abelardo

Kundiman

A composer of over 140 works that included sonatas, concerti and chamber music, Abelardo is best known for elevating the Philippine genre of the Kundiman into a western art-song form.

The Violin Sonata (1931) by Abelardo is a composition for violin and piano that does not fit the characteristics most associated with Philippine music, particularly the Kundiman that Abelardo is best known for during that time period.

Nicanor Santa Ana Abelardo was a Filipino composer known for kundiman songs he wrote before the Second World War.

Born: February 7, 1893, San Miguel

Died: March 21, 1934, Intramuros, Manila

Awards: Awit Award for Best Traditional Recording

Parents: Placida Sta. Ana, Valentine Abelardo

Genres: Kundiman; classical music

SPANISH PERIOD [1521-1871]

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Antonio Abad

Antonio M. Abad (1894-1970) was a poet, playwright, essayist and novelist born in Barili (Cebu) and is frequently referred to as “The Greatest Hispanic Filipino Novelist after Rizal”. In 1927, he published his first novel El Último Romantic.

Antonio Abad y Mercado was a prominent Filipino poet, fictionist, playwright, and essayist.

Born: May 10, 1894, Barili

Died: April 20, 1970

Books: Magda: A Three-act Play

Education: University of San Carlos - Talamban Campus

Language: Cebuano, Spanish

Notable awards: Premio Zóbel, Premio Literario Filipino de la Mancomunidad

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Jesus Balmori

He wrote three novels: Bancarrota de Almas (Failure of the Soul), Se Deshojó la Flor (I Tear The Pages Out of The Flower), and Pájaros de Fuego (Birds of Fire) which was completed during the Japanese occupation.

Born: January 10, 1887, Ermita, Manila

Died: May 23, 1948, Mexico City, Mexico

Books: Birds of Fire: A Filipino War Novel

Education: University of Santo Tomas (UST), Colegio de San Juan de Letran

Language: Spanish

PERIOD OF ENLIGHTENMENT(1872-1898)

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José Protasio Rizal Mercado y Alonso Realonda

He was a prolific poet, essayist, and novelist whose most famous works were his two novels, Noli Me Tángere (1887) and its sequel, El filibusterismo (1891).

José Protasio Rizal Mercado y Alonso Realonda was a Filipino nationalist, writer and polymath active at the end of the Spanish colonial period of the Philippines. He is considered the national hero of the Philippines.

Born: June 19, 1861, Calamba

Died: December 30, 1896, Rizal Park, Manila

Full name: José Protacio Rizal Mercado y Alonso Realonda

Siblings: Paciano Rizal, Saturnina Hidalgo, Concepción Mercado, MORE

Parents: Teodora Alonso Realonda, Francisco Mercado, Francisco Rizal

Spouse: Josephine Bracken (m. 1896–1896)

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Marcelo Hilario del Pilar y Gatmaitán

Also known by his pen name Plaridel, was a Filipino writer, lawyer, journalist, and freemason. In 1882 Del Pilar founded the newspaper Diariong Tagalog to propagate democratic liberal ideas among farmers and peasants. In 1888 he defended José Rizal's polemical writings by issuing a pamphlet against a priest's attack, exhibiting his deadly wit and savage ridicule of clerical follies.

Marcelo H. Del Pilar is the most famous journalist in our history and is also considered as the father of Philippine journalism . His contributions as a lawyer, revolutionary, and propagandist emulates his patriotism, bravery, and intelligence.

Born: August 30, 1850, Bulacan

Died: July 4, 1896, Old Hospital de la Santa Creu, Barcelona, Spain

Nickname: Plaridel

Siblings: Toribio H. del Pilar, Fernando del Pilar, Valentín del Pilar, MORE

Children: Anita H. del Pilar de Marasigan, MORE

Parents: Blasa Gatmaitán, Julián Hilario del Pilar

THE AMERICAN REGIME (1898-1944)

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Adelina Guerrea

Adelina Guerrea was the first woman poet in the Philippines who was good in Spanish. She obtained the Zobel prize in her song El Nido . (The Nest).

Occupation writer, journalist, poet, playwright, historian, linguist Alma mater Santa Scholastica de Manilla

Died April 29, 1971, Madrid, Spain

María Adelaida Gurrea Monasterio (La Carlota, Negros Occidental, Philippines, September 27, 1896–Madrid, April 29, 1971) was a Philippine journalist, poet and playwright in Spanish.

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Macario Adriatico

(10 Marso 1869-14 Abril 1919)

Macario Adriatico wrote of a legend of Mindoro entitle La Punta de Salto (The Place of Origin).

Born: March 10, 1869

Died: April 14, 1919

Scholar, journalist, and politician; known as the “Father of Manila’s City Charter

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Fernando Ma. Guerrero

The king of Balagtasan. His poetry book Crisálidas was published in 1914. Subsequently, he published another verse compilation called Ayes y Flores. Guerrero died on June 12, 1929, coinciding with that year's anniversary of the República Filipina (Philippine Republic). A school in Paco, Manila, was named after him in his honor.

Guerrero was the major lyric poet before and after the revolution, until the introduction of English literature in our schools. Known as the “Prince of Filipino lyric poets” in Spanish, he also played the flute and guitar. In Spanish lyric poetry, he was unsurpassed by his contemporaries.

Born: May 30, 1873, Manila

Died: June 12, 1929, Philippines

Full name: Fernando María Guerrero Ramírez

Children: Evangelina Guerrero Entrala

Education: University of Santo Tomas (UST), Ateneo de Manila University

Nationality: Philippine

Previous office: Member of the Philippine Assembly (1907–1909)

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And ALSO : A January 2023 Comet Will be Visible from Earth for the First Time Since the Prehistoric Era *

and ALSO, (sidereal zodiac) : Venus penetrates in Aquarius on 23/01 (until mid-February), yummy... "ideal transit to get rid of old beliefs related to close relationships (…)*" + Venus next, will be conjoined to Saturn : serious, rigor. A good little mise en abîme to appreciate the square Mars / Venus that will occur at the same time, and will come to disturb us exactly where it hurts.

A Girl Has No Name.

... making January's opportunity to spot it with the naked eye an incredibly rare opportunity. The last time C/2022 appeared in the night sky our planet was locked in a global ice age, and our ancient neanderthal ancestors roamed the land. When it next slips from view and makes its exit from the inner solar system, it won’t be seen again until long after we, and potentially our entire race, is gone.

*I quote the words of the confirmed astrologer friend who has been trying for years to teach me the basics of astrology, without succeeding, but who perseveres in this thankless task with patience and sincerity. <3

@buddyblanc @she-who-keeps-the-lighthouse

Again, I have to talk about that. I don't know if I'm off topic, but with Buddy we see a very Mercurian thing in this comest, very "quicksilver", volatile, etc. So I can't help but associate it with some form of healing, change, movement, "the path is the goal." I don't know if you can do something with Asklepios, but it was impossible not to tag you <3

Also buddy, cause I know that you like my bad Astrology :D

To complete, Moon + Sun in Capricorn. You have to take advice from Elders. (alive, but not only.) This is the time to set long-term goals. There is a very good time slot to plant "seeds": this Sunday between 2:30 pm and 6:30 pm. (I'm in GMT+1 I think.)

@tobacconist I hope you don't mind me for trolling your post this way...?

it is two days until chinese new year, thus begining the dread month of rajab.

and then comes lent

#diary #sidereal zodiac #buddy #shewhokeepsthelighthouse #tobacconist

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Hi Faby I have a question L said that she knew she was queer when she fell in love with her best friend when she was 15 and that her and L started to have a physical connection when she was 15 and I know everyone says that she was talking about C because L met C for the first time when she was still 15 but to me that doesn't make sense because L and C only started to get closer after L turned 16 and her and C basically just met so how could she be talking about C?

Hi to you, dear Anon 👋🏼😄 I know it doesn’t seem to make sense because the narrative’s goal is to confuse you and get you on their side by making you abandon the ship. You have to pay attention to the details and what they say because there are always flaws in the stories that our Camren are forced to tell. But don’t worry, I’m here. I’ve already talked about it many times, but I’ll explain it again to make you understand better and answer your ask at the same time.

So. During Becky G’s ‘En La Sala’ podcast (October 28, 2020), Lauren said she realized she was queer because she fell in love with her best friend when she was 15 and they started having a physical relationship. She forced herself to think that kissing and sleeping with her friend every once in a while was just a funny thing and nothing important; something that she has ‘normalized’ in her head by justifying it as something that ‘straight girls do’, and therefore fueling her internalized homophobia. Personally speaking, I believe in this. Not in the ‘she fell in love’ part because Laur’s still forced to say that the only girl she has ever loved is Lucy, but I believe Lauren and Lucy really did everything L said. Lucy was the first real unlock thanks to which Laur experienced the attraction and the feelings towards the girls she’d always felt and hidden deep inside herself. I firmly believe that Lucy was the first girl among her crushes on girls Laur acted on, and with whom she experimented in secret given the environment in which they both grew up and which still surrounded them at the time.

Now, the time frame in which this experimentation happened. Paul Martinez, the one she believed was her first love and whom she believed she would marry, broke up with her in late July 2011, and she only managed to move on when she wrote a song about how she felt on September 17th of that same year. Lucy moved back to Puerto Rico in February 2012, returning to visit Miami occasionally (that’s why the fetus pictures with Lucy and Camren at Laur’s house). Therefore, the time frame in which that experimentation happened, is from the end of September 2011 to February 2012. It could’ve happened in all those four months, or only in two, or only in one. Who knows. But that’s the time frame. Time frame during which Laur was 15 years old.

Having explained this, let’s move on. Camren first met during the first phase of the audition, the ‘cattle call’, on May 1, 2012, in Greensboro, North Carolina. You know? Where that short and really cute conversation started by Mila happened: “Hi, I like your shirt”, “Thanks. I like your jacket”. But it ended up there because they didn’t become friends from that day. They didn’t exchange phone numbers and they therefore didn’t even spend time together at home in Miami. They were still just two strangers who had auditioned for a TV show to pursue their dreams like so many other people. Oh and, on May 1, 2012, Laur was still 15, and Mila had turned since almost two months; therefore they were both 15 years old. The moment they became friends by no longer detaching one from the hip of the other, was two months later, on July 25 in Miami, when they met for the first time for the first day of boot camp (L went to C: “You’re the Cuban girl!”). On July 25, 2012, Lauren had by then turned 16 for nearly a month, and Camila was still 15.

Now let’s move on to the biggest miscalculated mistake that, either they made her say, or Laur herself said; perhaps even deliberately and not by mistake. On June 26, 2020, and therefore before the podcast with Becky, the PAPER Magazine article was released. In that article, Lauren explained, along with other things, that she’d been in love with her best friend for seven years. But the calculations don’t add up, for two things to be exact.

First thing: The Laucy narrative includes that A) Laur fell in love with her sure, Jan at 15 when they kissed and hooked up during parties.

P.S. Is it just me, or does this smell like what actually started happening to Camren the following year? I mean, the Like Friends Do situation whereby Laur got out of her internalized homophobia and realized she loved her and then got her head out of her ass by finally going to get her girl? No? Just me?

B) The wanting but not being able to be with her and giving her what she wanted made them grew apart not by her choice and not because Lucy returned to live in Puerto Rico and they simply grew apart for the distance and Lauren’s busy schedule with 5H, no, no.

P.S. I don’t know about you, but this still smells like Camren’s story to me.

C) Lucy returned to her life after she had a car accident on May 17, 2015:

“She came back into my life when I was 18. I was on tour and I was in my room in a hotel somewhere and she called me”. From that moment on, Lauren decided they would’ve been together “all in” and “now we’re gonna be in this relationship”. Yeah, sure. No contract that was supposed to help both of them involved here. No, no.

D) They broke up because Laur confirmed that theirs was a very toxic relationship, and the specific reason she gave was because they both weren’t fully healed from the past yet, but that they still loved each other very much. Mmmh-hmm, okay 🥱😴 Yeah, no, yeah, sorry. I fell asleep as a result of hearing bullshit.

Second thing: Ty.

Shall we reveal the miscalculation (again)? In love with her at 15, got together with her at 18 and broke up at 20 (1 year and 8 months, from mid-May 2015 to mid-January 2017), and after less than a month, start of another PR dating Ty. Now, 20 minus 15 (Laur’s two ages from the beginning to the end of the ‘story’), how much is it? 5. Shall we calculate from the moment of Laucy experiment to when they ‘broke up’? From late September 2011 to mid January 2017, how many years are? 5! 5 years and four months to be exact. According to the logic of the narrative, if she was oh so in love with Ty as they made her proclaim every two seconds, it means that she’d stopped loving Lucy that same year, and it’s not 7 years anyway! It’s still 5! Do we want to try with two last calculations? Okay. Also because you may have wondered: “Faby, what if we instead calculated from when ‘they got together’ to the release of that PAPER Magazine article?”. I’d answer that it’s still 5 years. From mid-May 2015 to June 25, 2020, it’s 5 years and 1 month to be exact. “Faby, what if we tried to calculate from the beginning to the publication of the article?” From the end of September 2011 (beginning of the time frame of the Laucy experimentation) to the publication of the article on 25 June 2020, it’s 8 years and 9 months to be precise. Not even in this case it’s 7! So, as you can see… And at this point I wonder: is there an alternate world where math calculations lead to 7 and not 5 here? What was that? Why say 7? Well.. I actually know why.

Shall we play another little math game? Can I reveal the truth in the lie? Let’s try to make sense of this 7 together now.

Lauren explained that she’d been in love with her best friend for 7 years in that interview, right? The interview with PAPER Magazine came out on June 26, 2020, but was done before the date it was released. We all know Laur was born on the 27th, and therefore in both cases, Laur was 23. And tell me, dear, how much is 23 minus 7? Sorry, I can’t hear your answer. A little louder please? Got it, got it. Can I also write it for everyone else who’s reading? Okay, thanks: 16. Wait, 16??? So who was Lauren actually talking about? Ohhh. How foolish of me. That’s why it ‘smelled like what actually started happening to Camren the following year’ to me. Because Laur was talking about Camila all along 🤦🏻‍♀️

🤣😏😎

Sarcasm and jokes aside, do you see how easy it is to manipulate and confuse people's ideas? It's still 7 years if we calculate from mid-January 2013 (after the first real New Year's kiss and the signing of the contracts with Syco/Epic) to the release of that PAPER Magazine article on June 25, 2020. And it's still 7 years even if we calculate from July 25, 2012 (first day of boot camp) to June 25, 2020. Camila is the answer to the 7 years because even if they try to make Laur modify the narrative by making her change the names with the PRs' ones, she's always talking about Mila anyway in reality.

Does it make more sense now, dear? I hope I’ve taken away all your doubts 🥰 Stay safe and have a good day 🤗 You guys too ❤

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There is a light at the end of the tunnel

Hello, Stuck. Sorry, I don’t know your real name.

I wrote this long ass post to bring some light into the fandom and between the CSs, and I hope you can post it? I’m new in the Tumblr world, but not in the 5H fandom. I don’t quite know how it works yet and, for the moment, I only know your blog and those of @emisonme, @karlaswine, @sun-to-my-luna, @underthatimpression, and @mentesimploria because, in one way or another, you’re all connected to each other. I just wanted to tell you guys how much I appreciate every single one of you, the passion you have, and the hope you keep alive among those who, like me, love the girls. Also, the patience you guys have, especially against the haters, is admirable. I love the fact that you keep going. Because this is your sacred place, as it should be.

This is the very first time I’ve ever done anything like this. I’m what can be defined as a ‘silent fan’. I never commented on anything in the girls’ posts, not even on the fan accounts I follow. I don’t have Twitter. I have Facebook but it’s like I don’t have it because I don’t use it. I have Wattpad (obviously). I recently registered here on Tumblr, and I have Instagram. That’s what I use. It’s the only app along with YouTube that I use daily to keep up with the rest of the world. Especially the American part of the world. I’m Italian, but I speak American English well, and I apologize in advance if my lazy ass hasn’t noticed possible grammatical errors. I saw that a lot of you are into this stuff, so I thought I’d add it just because. I’m a Capricorn Sun, Cancer Moon, and Virgo rising.

I’m gonna turn 29 on December 22, and this is a BIG fuck off to all the people who have attacked you lately for your age. This is personal information that I give freely to make ignorant and small-minded people understand that, in this context especially, age is irrelevant. As you, little fucker who hides behind a computer to attack people just to feel stronger, have a life, we have it too. Like you, we have a life, a job, friends, etc. We also have passions. Passions that yes, my dear haters, also include shipping people. I don’t know why in your stupid brain we’re too old to ship people we love and to give opinions about it. I didn’t know it was something reserved only for those who still smell like mommy’s milk. But anyway…

I became aware of 5H existence just before summer 2015 thanks to ‘Worth It’. Being Italian, however, I had no idea who they were, and to be honest, I didn’t go searching for them. Randomly one day then, I ran into Camren on YouTube. I can’t remember which video I was watching, but I know for sure it was about ‘Heya/Brittana’ (Heather Morris and Naya Rivera/Brittany and Santana, my very first hard LGBT ship). And among the suggested videos, there they are. As ridiculous as it sounds, and although I liked them as soon as I saw them, I didn’t go searching for them. I did it when ‘Work from Home’ came out though. From there, I connected that they were the same ‘Worth It’ group and the same two girls I liked from those YouTube videos. I had officially become a fan. I was screwed. Screwed because, I’d officially entered one of the most messed up and yet most beautiful fandoms ever.

As I initially said, this is the very first time I’ve ever done anything like this. But after the recent events, seeing how many people gave up, it made me a little angry and gave me the strength to speak for the first time. I thought the first time would’ve been through the fanfiction I’ve been working on for over two years, but no. Lauren and her beautiful mouth had to terrorize, disappoint, panic, and make angry 80% of CS, thus fueling the hatred of all the other fandom towards us. So I decided to speak now. Maybe, just maybe, this very long ass post of mine is gonna help struggling CS. Maybe, just maybe, it’s gonna make them reason and bring them to their senses.

So. This, as I think you’ve understood, is about Lauren and what she said in the podcast. This is a reminder of the Laucy situation. These are things we already know and that I want to remind you of because apparently, my lovely fellows CS, either you have a short-term memory, or Lauren has the power to create amnesia in people’s minds and I knew nothing about it. Surely this power of hers didn’t work on me and a few others.

Oh and, before starting: 1) You may disagree with me. It’s normal to have different opinions. 2) You can search for information such as dates, easily on the internet. 3) I’m gonna use nicknames on PRs for fun. That doesn’t mean I hate them. I have my reasons for dislike each one of them as people, but I can assure you it has nothing to do with the fact that they were or are the Camren beards. An example to make you understand what I mean is Ty. I’m a huge Ari fan and I’ve been listening to ‘safety net’ non-stop for two days straight. I really dislike Ty as a person, but I separate the art from the artist.

Okay, that said, I can start.

Lauren said: “I knew I was queer because I fell in love with my best friend when I was like 15.” – “Her and I started to have a physical connection when I was 15.”

Lauren and Lucid Vivisectionist met when L moved to Carrollton in 7th grade. Lucille moved back to Puerto Rico in February 2012, returning to visit Miami occasionally (this explains the fetus pictures with Lucy and Camren at L’s house). In February 2012, Lauren was 15, Camila 14, and Lucy 16. And who did Lauren meet when she was 15? Oh yeah, Camila. C and L did the first phase of the audition, the ‘cattle call’, on May 1, 2012 in Greensboro, North Carolina. Audition where Camila took courage to speak at the (“Oh my God that girl is) literally so beautiful” girl from which she felt intimidated by starting that adorable brief conversation “Hi, I like your shirt”, “Thanks. I like your jacket” just before it was her turn to get in for her audition. In May 2012, Lauren and Camila were both 15 years old. Lauren and Camila saw each other again for the first time on July 25th, two months later, in Miami on the first day of boot camp, and it was Lauren herself who went to Camila: “You’re the Cuban girl!”. In July 2012, Lauren was 16 and Camila was 15.

Lauren said: “She came back into my life when I was 18. I was on tour and I was in my room in a hotel somewhere, and she called me.” Let me explain to you why I think this is true.

Lauren and Luxy reconnected with each other after Lucy’s car accident that took place on May 15, 2015. Lauren was really 18 in May 2015, and we can rule out The Reflection Tour dates because it started on February 27, 2015, and ended April 6, 2015. We can also rule out these other show dates that 5H did: April 11 in Jackson Township, New Jersey - April 13 at Live! with Kelly and Michael in New York - April 19 Lauren was at Coachella with Keana, Britt, and other friends - April 22 at the Worldwide Radio Summit in Hollywood - April 25 at Radio Disney Music Awards 2015 in Los Angeles - May 8 at Channel 93.3 Summer Kickoff 2015 in Chula Vista, San Diego - May 9 at Wango Tango 2015 in Carson, Los Angeles (May 9, rumors about Camila and Louis Tomlinson just because paparazzi believed they were together when Louis was actually together with Liam outside the Project Club L.A., and C who was at the club next door) - May 15 at KDWB Radio Show in Minneapolis, Minnesota.

The rest of their program and possible date: May 16 at Kiss Concert 2015 in Mansfield, Massachusetts - May 19 at Dancing with the Stars in Los Angeles - May 30 at G-A-Y in London (rumors about Lauren and Louis Tomlinson this time, born because 5H went to Libertine nightclub with Louis and Niall) - May 31 at Britain’s Got More Talent in London - June 2 at Capital FM in Birmingham, England - June 5 at Good Morning Britain in London - June 6 at Capital FM Summertime Ball 2015 in London - June 12 at Aloha Stadium in Honolulu, Hawaii - June 14 at LA Pride 2015 - June 18 at Jimmy Kimmel Live in Los Angeles - June 20 at B96 Pepsi Summer Bash 2015 in Bridgeview, Illinois - June 23 at San Diego County Fair 2015 - 28 June at Show Of The Summer 2015 in Hershey, Pennsylvania - July 10 at Rockefeller Plaza in New York. July 15, 2015, beginning of Reflection: The Summer Tour.

June 27, 2015 Lauren turned 19, and do you guys remember the events of those days? Because I do.

On June 24, 2015, Lauren celebrated her birthday in advance at the famous sushi restaurant ‘Katsuya’. Among the guests were the girls, her mom Clara, some friends, including Jill (the same Jill/Jillian Gutowitz who worked with Zack Sang and who 5H met on April 22, 2015, at the Worldwide Radio Summit, which lasted for three days but they were present for two: 22 and 23. The same Jill who wrote the article for AfterEllen on January 25, 2016, about her experiences with women who denied their sexuality. Remember the story of Lauren Jordan, right?), and Noah Benardout (may he rest in peace). Still no Lucia, not even on the days when Lauren returned to Miami to celebrate with her family before resuming the program from the 28. As I already said, The Reflection Summer Tour began on July 15, 2015, and Lucy’s first public reappearance took place on one of the tour dates, that is, July 27 at Baton Rouge, Louisiana.

From that moment on, we saw Lucille appear on multiple occasions in hops through time. After the July 27th date, we saw her during the trip to Hawaii with Lauren and Keana in September, followed by the concert that the girls had on October 10 in the Bahamas, where they stayed with their families and friends for a few days. After the Bahamas, the mess happened between 5H because they found out about Camila’s departure from the group which initially should’ve been immediate, but for which they fought and gained another year. That, was also the time when Laucy signed their PR contract. As we know from Lauren herself, that was the worst and darkest time for her. That was the beginning of her numbness.

On October 23, they were on their way to Italy and Lauren wrote on her dark diary, the one shown to us in Episode 8 of her Attunements. On October 24, they arrived in Milan for the MTV Europe Music Awards 2015 occurred on October 25, and on October 28, in Madrid instead, there was the interview with Alyson Eckmann, the journalist Camila flirted with while Lauren was sitting right next to her.

Going forward, in November we have:

- Rumors about Lauren and Julius Dein (his friend who is a YouTube magician).

-The release of IKWYDLS including the rumors about Camila and Shawn and Michael Clifford (who was already in the picture) who were ‘vying for her’.

- Beginning of Lauren’s coming out plan which included: 1) The release of The Vamps’ album on November 23rd, that is, a week after the release of IKWYDLS, and which included the track ‘I Found A Girl’. Joe O'Neill, the manager of The Vamps, liked that famous tweet. Despite the efforts to make us believe that Bleahren (sorry for the Italian pun I made here, but ‘bleah’ in Italian is equivalent to the ‘eww’ to indicate something gross, and therefore Bleah-Ren) Brauren was real and that the girl involved was Lucille and not Camila, they’ve miscalculated since Lauren and Brad ‘dated’ in 2014 when Lucy had not yet returned into Lauren’s life. But since the album and consequently the song came out on November 23, 2015, they tried to manipulate people’s minds as usual. 2) Jill’s article that served to connect and more or less ‘confirm’ the story between this Jordan and her childhood friend, Lauren-Lucy.

- December: completion of the 7/27 album + Dina LaPolt’s entry + renegotiation of the contracts (mostly DNA’s contracts) + FIFTH HARMONY MUSIC, INC. created by LAND on December 21 to prepare for the transfer of the 5H trademark, the FIFTH HARMONY PARTNERSHIP, of which they became owners from April 27, 2016 + change of management from Faculty Management: Jared Paul and Janelle Lopez, to Maverick Management: Larry Rudolph, Dan Dymtrow, and Tara Beikae. [All things that were possible ONLY THANKS to the exit of C from the group]

- January 2016, we have Lauren and Lucrezia who came back from Colombia to then taking a road trip for Lucy’s birthday week.

- Jill’s article came out and coincidentally, by pure chance, exactly two days later, on January 27, 2016, Camila and Dinah were hacked.

- On March 9, 2016, Lauren, Normani, Andrea, Dinah, and Keana went to pierce their ears, or rather, Laurmainah pierced their ears, mama Dre and Keana just accompanied them. During her turn, Lauren asked Keana to take her phone to make a video. In the meantime, Mani was filming Lauren, and again by pure chance, Keana, who was in the heart of the frame, took Lauren’s phone as she’d asked, and both the lock screen and the home screen portrayed a picture of Lucania during a photoshoot. Same picture Lucy herself posted on Instagram on April 10th to leave no doubt.

- April 24, 2016, Coachella together.

- Luciana went with 5H in London, in May, during the promotion of the 7/27 album. (+ Camren video of May 28, 2016)

- She was present during the start of the tour in South America on June 26th (in the evening during the concert, L danced Big Bad Wolf for her, but that’s not the famous video, that was on September 5) and 27th to celebrate L’s birthday together (picture of the 27th of them in Buenos Aires).

- June 27, 2016, on L’s birthday, Jill posted a picture with L from the birthday dinner of the year before, further confirming the story of ‘Jordan’.

- August 1, the national girlfriend day, L posted a picture of her and Lucy.

- From August 12 to 21, Lucy was with them. The night after the concert on the 13th in Rochester Hills, Michigan, videos in which Lucilla appeared during Lauren Fuller’s birthday celebration at the hotel for dinner. On the 14th in Noblesville, Indiana, during Gonna Get Better and Big Bad Wolf Lauren smiled in Lucy’s direction who was in the audience. On the 18th in Virginia Beach, Virginia, a fan met Laucy in a movie theater restroom, taking a selfie with Lauren (C posted a picture of her in the dark with the words of Bad Things “don’t think that I can explain it” the same night).

- On September 4 and 5 Lucippe returned. On the 5th in Houston, Texas, the famous ‘super HD’ video took place in which Lauren danced Big Bad Wolf for Lucy, even pointing to her during her verse. [On September 6, Midland, Texas, during the Q&A, Lauren wore the same dress that Lucy was wearing to the concert the night before, and at the same time, she sat next to C and got jealous when C complimented a fan by sending her flying kisses. Ahh… The irony]

Now. Let’s move on to the part of the podcast where Lauren explains about the kiss with Lucza at her uncle and aunt’s wedding, how her aunt “super innocently” posted the pictures on Facebook that her “unreal invasive fans” found and posted, how Perez Hilton outed her to the world by posting an article with those pictures, how she did nothing for a week, and that after thinking “Ok, it happened. People know. What am I gonna do?”, she wrote that letter against Trump as her own way of coming out.

On November 4, 2016, Lauren and Lucynda did the ‘famous’ photoshoot in New Orleans called ‘Bare With Me’. Lauren flew to NOLA right after Halloween, got back to Miami to vote, then returned to New Orleans on the 10th along with her family for the wedding. Lucianna was also with her on the 10th for the rehearsal/bowling with all of Lauren’s relatives. Meanwhile Orange Trumpeter was elected on the 8th, and many celebrities were preparing to write a letter through Billboard against him and his supporters. Labels and management saw it as a perfect opportunity to get her to come out also considering how much Lauren has always been vocal on the subject, and THEY contacted Billboard to get her to participate in exchange of the exclusive of her coming out. All that was missing was the evidence to make sure that there had been no connection with Camila, and that was the reason for the kiss at the wedding on the 11th.

On November 13, the wedding photographer posted those pictures on his website, including the one of the kiss. And I’m sorry, Lolo, I love you but, really? Who are you kidding? The pictures didn’t start spreading because her ‘unreal invasive fans’ found them on her aunt’s Facebook page where she’d posted them ‘super innocently’. The pictures started spreading after the photographer posted them! And you know what’s even more funny? That to see those pictures on the website, you needed an access password. So what are you saying here, Lo? That your ‘unreal invasive fans’ were so good, to even have hacked their way into the website for pictures they didn’t even know existed? It wasn’t your team, was it? Oh, okay. My bad.

Sarcasm aside. The pictures started to spread, Perez tweeted about it on the 14th, and in the meantime Lauren had time to write the letter that was approved by the labels and sent to Billboard (on the 14th), who approved it a couple of days after it was sent (on the 16th), and which they then published it in the article two days later (on the 18th). In all of this, on November 15, 2016, the girls all went to Epic’s party. Since we know very well that most of the cases of coming out as bisexual in the industry made by a female celebrity occur in succession with the connection with a guy, that night there was the PR proposal between Typo Dolour Signal and Lauren that he obviously accepted, and in fact, he was there that night at that party too (Picture of C with a tear mark on her cheek).

Now, the icing on the cake of the Laucy’s PR: Nicole Cartolano. Nicole is a friend of Lecy’s with whom she had already worked together and who also posted pictures of Lauren on November 17 and 22, 2016, one on December 31, 2016, together with Marian Hill taken backstage after Lauren’s performance with them on the 30th, the night before, for the Snow Globe Festival in South Lake Tahoe, California, and the one of Laucy (with the piñata) on January 10, taken the same night to celebrate Lucilia’s birthday at midnight and that Lauren also used to post it for wish her a happy birthday. That was the last public interaction between the two. *Slow entry of Tympans Dollhouse Signalized in the picture from January 4, 2017, thanks to that tweet*.

On January 21, 2017, Lauren and Lucy were at the same Women’s March, but separately (single), and we haven’t seen them together anymore. LuBYE. On March 22, 2017, both ‘Bare With Me’ and the interview article Nicole did with MTV News (she confirmed that Laucy had been together by having an on-again, off-again for years and also said a lot of other bullshit like the fact that the girls were nervous because they didn’t know how their parents would’ve responded) came out. On August 13, 2018, Nicole officially apologized to Lucy for being angry with her for posting the pictures and therefore for having outed her and for having taken part in the MTV interview without their permission. There was also the screenplay made by Nicole’s mom to make everything even more true.

Bullshit on bullshit on bullshit. Number 1, Lauren herself confirmed in this podcast that her parents knew about her, and said how much she loved Lucre’s ‘I’m out and proud’ part.

Number 2, Nicole posted a preview of the pictures on March 18, 2017, so if she really wanted to stop her before the publication on the 22nd, she would’ve had time to do so.

Number 3, Lucita came out publicly on her own with that Spanish post on Instagram on November 20, 2016, saying in summary that she was anything but straight because she didn’t want to label herself (she did it years later by saying she was a lesbian).

Number 4, as Lusia also confirmed in that post where Nicole’s mom left that comment, Nicole signed a non-disclosure agreement form. If she had actually violated it without having had a release and written consent form, she would’ve been sued.

Number 5, if Luciferase really wanted to have that conversation in private with Nicole’s mom, she might very well have done so. She could’ve contacted her and answered her IN PRIVATE for real, and not via IG where EVERYONE saw and took the side of poor, poor Luckless.

Number 6, the biggest proof that shows the hypocrisy of all this, Lucasta continued to work with Nicole. Their last work dates back to November 25, 2019.

Okaay, sure… sure, because it was normal for her to continue working with the person who outed her, wasn’t it? People’s lies never cease to amaze me. For that matter, Nicole also posted a picture of their ‘adventure’ as they made their way to the photoshoot location on November 1, 2017, and continued to wish them both a happy birthday with posts every year.

And lastly, on June 6, 2020, we have the Lucerne’s video leaked (+ old pictures and videos of 5H) where she burned pictures of Lauren and of the two of them together in 2017, accompanied by the tweets occurred two days later, in which she explained that she was hacked and that she burned the pictures for a closure. Then, exactly 20 days later, that is on June 26, 2020, the PAPER Magazine article of Lauren’s interview came out. What a coincidence! In that article, Lauren explained, along with other things, that she’d been in love with her best friend for 7 years.

Lauren, honey, the maths, the maths… If according to your words you fell in love with her at 15, got together with her at 18, and broken up at 20, how can these be 7 years? It’s 5 years… And as if it wasn’t enough, still according to your words, after 1 year and 8 months (from mid-May 2015 to mid-January 2017), 2 months of which public because of the wedding pictures, of the relationship you wanted at all costs, “all in” and “now we’re gonna be in this relationship”, you broke up with her because she was really toxic, and after less than a month, you started dating an even more toxic person without the proper time to heal?? How do you expect me to believe you? And I’m putting aside the fact that I know they’re both PR relationships. I’m speaking out of logic. How? How can I believe you? How does this make any sense?

Personally, yes, I believe Lauren and Lucy have a past. Lauren’s first kiss was when she was 13 (8th grade) with her boyfriend at the time, Dominic, but I think Lucy was her first kiss with a girl. And I think it happened when she was 15, but in 2011, so long before Lucy left. Lauren dated Paul Martinez from June 4, 2011, to the end of July (around 23/24). From after Paul, until her very first PR at X-Factor, Keaton Stromberg, she was single. I truly believe that before she met Camila, Lauren and Lucy did everything Lauren said. I really believe Lauren experimented with her in secret, but I don’t believe in anything else she said at all.

This is my opinion. And in my opinion, Lauren always knew she was queer, and Lucy was the first with whom she could experience the attraction and the feelings towards girls she had always felt and concealed deep inside herself. But they were friends. Just friends. Friends who messed around and experimented together in secret given the environment that surrounded them. Lucy then returned to live in Puerto Rico and they simply drifted apart because of the distance and Lauren’s busy schedule with 5H. When she came back into Lauren’s life, they rekindled their friendship. Just that. Also because, Camila, hello? Camila entered Lauren’s heart the same year Lucy left and never get out of it. Not to mention that Lucy had a girlfriend, Sarah Scott Narcise, before getting together with Nicole Marie Rendón in March 2017. I honestly think that Lucy was also giving advice to Lauren about her relationship with Camila, and I also think that now they really aren’t friends anymore for something we don’t know about, even though I have my theories… But anyway. Lauren needed a beard to be able to come out, Lucy needed visibility for her modeling career and, at the time, also for her music which, however, never saw the light of day. The labels approved because they would’ve done anything to keep their chosen one out of the gay light. Camila also approved. Boom, PR.

I don’t believe all the other bullshit she said during the podcast. Because if they’d been true, they would’ve made logical sense. A sense they’ve been trying, and failing, to give for years. If Lauren really didn’t want to come out, she wouldn’t have done a photoshoot with Lucy a week before the wedding with the intention of using that same photoshoot to come out. She would not have kissed Lucy in a public place during the wedding pictures in front of a professional photographer hired for the event, knowing full well that those pictures would eventually have been published by the bride and groom, her aunt and uncle, and the photographer himself. If she wanted so badly a picture of her kissing her girlfriend, drunk or not, she would’ve taken her fucking phone and take selfies. It wasn’t the fans’ or Perez’s fault. It was the management that was following the plan.

And I’m supposed to, what exactly? Forget all these things, things that have been proofed multiple times in the past, because Lauren, or Camila, or management, or labels, or their contracts, must continue with their stupid narrative? Because Camila must continue to look straight and continue to look in love with Shalt Menstruated because the señorito is about to release his documentary and his album? Because Camila’s movie is about to come out? Because Lauren’s own album is about to be released and because the subject matter of her female-pronounced songs must only and exclusively be related to Lucy? (Although I think her album will be out next year. I think a song with female pronunciation is coming out soon. And no, I’m sorry, I don’t think it’s Burning)

Guys, come on…

Think about it. She used Lucy as a shield to tell part of her story with Camila that happened in 2014. It all fits. Even the story told through songs from Camila’s cocky POV, including ‘Like Friends Do’, ‘Eyes on You’, ‘Cleopatra’, ‘Leave for Good’, and a couple from her last album like ‘Should’ve Said It’ and ‘Feel It Twice’.

I understand why many of you have been hurt by this podcast and by Lauren herself. I understand why a lot of you are angry about the things she said. I see you, I understand, I really do. And everyone is free to feel whatever they want, I’m not saying otherwise. But I really don’t understand why you’re hiding or why you’re abandoning the ship. Authors who don’t wanna write anymore. Accounts closed. Names changed. Hope lost. This, all this, makes me angry and hurt. Because you fell for it. And you know why you fell for it? Because Lauren changed her approach. Leaving aside the part just before when she said: “Even when I talk about it, and I don’t talk about it because I’ve learned to just ignore it because-” and there, I swear I had to pause because I burst out laughing, and I was like: “Bitch, you’re the one who pulled this out of your ass out of nowhere right this second, what are you saying?”. She went on by saying, and she knows us so well because of this: “I just chose to ignore it at a certain point because getting angry to them would it mean that it was real and validate it more for them”.

And it’s true. This non-angry approach of hers, worked like a charm. Lauren’s older, she’s more mature than before. Although she was very nervous, she managed to explain everything calmly. The fact that she was emotional and almost cried in many parts, it really gave an extra boost to what she tried to sell. And I’m not saying she faked almost crying. Hell, no. That was super true and hard for her. I’m saying though, that it’s really easy to manipulate people’s minds, and Lauren used her real pain, the real suffering she has gone through over the years to tell this charade. That’s why it seemed so real. And I’m supposed to fall for that shit just because that’s what they’ve wanted for years, right? Convenient much?

Guys, please. You’re smarter than that, use those beautiful brains. For example, the fact that Lauren said: “I was queer, but she was not”, wrong as you want it to be, and “Camila and I were just really good friends at that time”, yeah, sure, Jan. Doesn’t the very fact that she used the past tense make you realize that it was done to completely detach herself from her IN THE PRESENT? Everything she said was for something. Everything had a purpose. And the goal is always the same. Make us stop shipping ‘em. Putting a label on C only served the Shoestoremila purpose, nothing else. And those were words that came out of the mouth of the one who says she doesn’t like labeling people. The same one who was pissed that someone had outed her before she wanted to. Do you really think she’s that hypocritical?

The fact that she put all the CS in the same box, especially when she talked about the Daddy situation, WAS DONE ON PURPOSE. She couldn’t fail to generalize because their purpose is, and will be for a long time to come, to kill Camren. That means the whole fandom. Not just invasive elements. But really all the CS. The purpose was to make us feel guilty. The purpose is to make us accept that it was never real, and since we care about them, to make us continue to support them individually and not as a couple, even though she knows that the real CS do it regardless. This, is called manipulation, guys.

Think about everything else too. The inconsistency. The holes in her story. The lack of explanations. And the fact that during the story of how it all happened, she jumped from one theme to another and therefore managed to deflect and not completely finish one before moving on to the other, doesn’t it make you understand that she didn’t want to give too many details? And when does that usually happen? She knew we’d analyze her. She knew she couldn’t say too much. When she talked about Lucy, she knew that WE know she was talking about Camila, and with too many details, it would also have been obvious to the others because WE would’ve pointed it out to everyone. I mean, it’s obvious enough in itself, imagine if she’d fed us more information that we would’ve compared in the timeline.

Please, guys. I know that it feels like something’s changed, but it’s not. It’s really not. I’m appealing to all of you. Open your eyes. Reason. I know many of you still have conflicting emotions and feelings, and that’s okay. If you’re still upset, if you still wanna cry, then cry. Do whatever helps you feel better because, especially after the haters have come to bite your asses, you’re entitled to feel the way you do. But please, please, don’t give up. If you give up, you just play their game. You just do them a favor. You guys had invested so much of your time, so much of your passion, so much of yourselves to just, give up. Think of all we’ve been through, especially those who’ve been in the fandom for years. Think about how happy Camren makes you. They were there for you when you needed them. When you were going through hard times. I know they’ve helped a lotta people.

And think about this too. Lauren herself said at the beginning of the podcast: “The news and the media are constantly spinning narratives for your clicks so they can make money”. And what do you think this podcast was for? It’s always the same shit. Have you not noticed how the very same news and media have ALL talked about them? Didn’t you notice how My Oh My magically returned into the charts? How 50ft surpassed the 9 million streams on Spotify? And you still have doubts?

This is instead for the CS who get often angry about their actions. I personally think it’s pointless to blame Lauren and Camila for every single thing they do that has been PLANNED for them. Especially Camila as far as Shonas is concerned. There’s a pattern here too. Lauren had her light PR with Lucia. Lauren then had her heavy PR with Typic Dole Sight while Camila had a light one with Eatchu. And now Camila’s having a heavy one. C’s one is heavier simply because they’re much more famous than PRen (Tyren) were. So, guys, be patient. There’s really no point in getting angry and blaming them. It’s a waste of energy. It’s useless to blame them if they’re gonna continue to do so over the years to come. They’re just still trying to get past their original contracts and survive in the industry at the same time. Sooner or later, I HOPE, they will be free to tell the truth or the truth will come out on its own.

Well, I’m done. Jeez, that was long, wasn’t it? But I hope it was worth it. I hope I’ve cleared your heads a little bit and instilled some hope again. I also hope I made you smile with all those nicknames and my sarcasm. I especially hope that wherever you are, you’re having a good day, and if not, then I hope it has improved at least a little bit with this post. And thank you so much, Stuck. Thank you for giving me the opportunity to use my voice for the first time publicly/virtually. You, above all, keep on being one of the lights and NEVER let them turn you off. I love you guys. Stay safe. Stay strong. Stay patient. With love, F.

I leave you with these two pearls:

Number 1. Lauren said something else too. She said: “Don’t trust me. Go research. Go look this shit up yourself”. I know she said it for a completely different context, but I found it really funny given the situation.

Number 2. This is a small scene that automatically created itself in my head as soon as I finished listening to Wonder. I titled it: The sad and short story of the making of ‘Wonder’.

Enjoy:

*on the phone*

Shawl Mendicant: “Hey, buddy. I know you were a huge Fifth Harmony fan and I know you love my fake girlfriend, so I was thinking… could you help me? You know, I need her to stay relevant, but to do that, I also need to release music and completely take all the credit from other people because, you know, the most I do is change a sentence or two in my style to make people think that I wrote all my songs.”

Sam Smith: “………okay?”

Shawnita Menorrhagia: “So, I was wondering, can I copy your homework? You can totally refuse if you want to, but I’m hoping to appeal to the love you have for 5H and Camila, and maybe help a friend out?”

Sam Smith: “Yeah, sure, you can copy my homework. Anything for my girls. Just, change it up a bit so it doesn’t sound too obvious you just copied it.”

Shonas Mended: “Don’t worry. I’ve got this. Thanks, man.” - *ends the call*

Sam Smith looking at the phone with an incredulous expression and one hand over his heart: “I came out as a non-binary, you insensitive asshole!”

Shoes Mentionable from the other room: “Cameeela! He said yes!” *reaching then Camila and Lauren in the living room where Lauren is lying with her head resting on Camila’s legs who’s running her fingers through her hair with one hand and holding the book that she’s reading with the other one* “You were right, all I had to do was mention you girls.”

Lauren chuckling and continuing to pet Cleo who’s lying at the foot of the couch with one hand: “Told you”, to then adding: “And please, I know you’re excited because of the news but keep your voice down”, continuing to caress Sofi’s head who’s sleeping on top of her with the other one.

Shapeless Mentality: “Oh, sorry.”

Camila without looking away from her book: “Sam’s really nice. I’m sure they would’ve said yes even without the need of mentioning us.”

Lauren: “Hmm, I’m not so sure about that, babe. Yes, they’re very nice, but we’re powerful in their minds, so it was an added incentive for them to say yes.”

Shaved Mentholated: “Who are they? Weren’t we talking about Sam?”

Camila who was giggling at her girlfriend’s words:

Lauren:

Sinu from the kitchen:

Cleo who was nibbling her toy:

Even Thunder, Leo, and Eugene from outside into the yard:

*the end*

Chon Mendable: ‘Wonder’ - Sam Smith: ‘One Last Song’

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OMG I am speechless. I’m really still digesting this whole story because it’s amazing but I wanted to start by saying hello to you and telling you my name, my name is Marite. It is a pleasure to meet you dear friend. I don’t want to write too much because your words are much more important than mine but I wanted to thank you for trusting me and my blog to tell me your story. That side of the story that, being new and not having been a harmonizer from the beginning, I never learned. I intended to ask for more information about Laucy’s Timeline but what you have told is a gem. A gem that shows that the bastards of the industry cannot fool the fans because we pay attention to everything and it is not easy for us to fall for their shit. I think the power we fans have is so great that if we all came together, we could bring down this whole fucking fake empire that they have created. That said, Laucy’s story is surprising. As planned and how each person involved had to do their part on the chessboard. Incredible. Now that you tell me that story, I think it fits the one I wrote in my once upon a time post. Sure, yours is true and has everything that mine doesn’t. I have tried to keep this blog open for all who wish to come and air their ideas, their thoughts, their tea. And you dear friend, you have been one of the best so far. You’ve given us that support that the fandom so badly needed and I really appreciate it. I also appreciate your humor, the nicknames have been so hilarious and I’m still laughing. Thank you for daring to tell this part of the story and reopen the can of worms of a PR that right now resurfaces with that Lauren interview. With a purpose, it’s true. And something tells me that we will see much more very soon. Thank you for your support, my friend. And you know, you have my blog at your disposal for whatever you need. And if you need to talk or anything else. I greatly appreciate that we can continue to keep this ship afloat among ourselves. Among a group of intelligent people who have been hurt by someone we have always loved very much even though we know the reason for all that. We can’t give up now because if we do it like you say they will win and I personally don’t plan to indulge them in that. Thank you very much for all dear friend and I hope you have a nice day. I send you a hug and I hope you stay safe.

#submission #laucy timeline #amazing #thanks you buddy #camren #f anon

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sylphidine · 2 years ago

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[Fic] Call Signs, Chapter 23

Fandom: Deltarune

‘Verse: Human AU

Pairing: Swatch/Spamton [Swatchton]

Characters: Swatch Paletta, Spamton Addison, T.M. Tanner [Tasque Manager], Catechu Dyer [Swatchling], Indigo Dyer [Swatchling]

Rating: Mature

Chapter title: Are We There Yet?

Chapter summary: The new semester brings both Spamton and Swatch an equal measure of happiness and uncertainty.

Author notes: The usual trigger warnings touching on Mike's past abuse. Also, if you read between the lines, there's non-explicit sexual content in our protagonists' new relationship. The content in this story will not go above the Mature label, but I may write some sexy "outtakes" at a later point.

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At first, living together was an idyll. Mostly.

Spamton’s heart felt full to bursting with how much he loved being in Swatch’s company in their own space. When the blizzard at the end of January gave them both an unexpected four-day weekend, neither of the two were unhappy about being snowed in. Fortunately the power never went out, but they had an excuse to find new and inventive ways of keeping each other warm in nearly every room in the house.

The tradition of Spamton playing the piano just for Swatch before bedtime, and the accompanying tradition of Swatch reading aloud from one of Spamton’s books when the two were in bed together, got its start that weekend.

On that Sunday afternoon, when it was fairly obvious that Sunday dinner with Indo, Catto, and T.M. would have to be canceled due to the increasing snowfall and the wind creating whiteout conditions, Spamton voiced something that had been on his mind.

“I p-p-probably should have asked you this a hell of a long time ago, b-but when’s your birthday?”

He could feel Swatch’s rumbling laugh up against his side. “November 20th.”

“Whuh– Why didn’t you TELL me I had missed your birthday?”

“You and I had a few other things on our mind at the time, you’ll recall. There wasn’t an ‘us” back then, so it literally didn’t occur to me to tell you when my birthday was.”

As they stood together at the big bay window watching the snow, Swatch gave Spamton a comforting squeeze and continued, “And besides which, if you really wanted to know, you could have asked your brother Ballew.”

“Huh?”

“Oh, he never told you how he scoped me out before you moved into Overlook?”

“G-g-good Lord.”

“The very good Lord, indeed.”

Spamton pulled Swatch over to the piano bench and made them sit while he knelt in front of them and propped his elbows on Swatch’s knees. Eyes shining, he declared, “Well, I need to - to fix this. How about a quarter-birthday p-party?”

“A quarter-birthday?”

“Yeah. When I was really little…”

“You’re still really little.”

“Hmmmph. As I was s-saying, when I was really YOUNG, my sis-sis-sister told me about half-birthdays. She kept saying one year that she was g-g-going to c-cut my presents right d-down the middle with an ax…”

“Nice sister you’ve got.”

“S-she was joking. But she did m-make me a half-cake.”

Swatch hummed thoughtfully. “We could co-opt that idea, with modifications of course.”

The next day, Catto, Indo, and T.M. all got the same text message.

Quarter-birthday celebration for Swatch. Sunday night dinner on February 20th.

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Spamton got accustomed very quickly (and very happily) to falling asleep most nights with his face, his hair, and various parts of his body being stroked by Swatch’s long strong fingers.

Swatch relished being woken up each morning by Spamton trailing kisses over their pecs, nuzzling along their jawline, or nibbling at their ears.

Even though Swatch no longer NEEDED the wedge pillow, they had gotten accustomed to sleeping upright on it. And since Spamton insisted on using his own wedge pillow in their shared bed, it seemed to just make sense to have the two pillows side-by-side up, propped against the headboard. And of course having both their heads at the same level meant the setup was perfect for kissing each other. Kissing often and enthusiastically became the norm for their time together, day and night.

The two would generally fall asleep facing one another, with Spamton draping at least one leg, sometimes both legs, over Swatch's legs. At some point in the night, however, they would each turn on their sides, and the shape of the remaining hours until dawn would be determined by one small factor.

If Swatch were turned away and Spamton could hug them from behind, the two of them would both sleep restfully through the night.

The opposite could not be said to be true.

Spamton *wanted* to be spooned, desperately. He tried so hard to relax, to fit his body in an S-curve to parallel Swatch’s S-curve and fall asleep without issue in Swatch’s embrace.

But his mind wouldn’t stop screaming in panic and remembrance when he felt the weight of Swatch’s arms holding him from behind. They weren’t Swatch’s arms then, in his muzzy exhaustion-addled brain; those arms were Mike’s, and those arms were a prison, a velvet trap with hidden spikes and claws.

He managed not to *physically* scream the first few times with Swatch as the big spoon and Spamton the little spoon. And, with difficulty, he curbed the conditioned impulse to leap out of bed and start mindlessly cleaning things that didn’t need to be cleaned. But he couldn’t stop himself from involuntarily shaking, and after several nights his shaking evolved into full-body shudders that would wake Swatch up. They’d sit up in alarm and turn the bedside lamp on, worried that Spamton was having some kind of seizure, and the ensuing sputtering of mutual reassurances would keep both of them awake for hours.

Finally during one of those nights Spamton tried to make a joke about “needing to see you coming”, but he could have smacked himself when he saw the look on Swatch’s face go from concerned to downright agonized and heartbroken. Swatch hugged him tightly and murmured in his ear, “And that’s the truth of it, isn’t it?”

Spamton could not think of any way to answer that, so he just let Swatch hold him and tried not to cry.

Damn his broken brain. Damn Mike.

After that night, Spamton noticed that Swatch would make sure to either face him in bed, or to faux-casually say something like, “Starfish Express now boarding” before turning on their side and letting Spamton embrace their back, one of his legs thrown over their hip.

It was both endearing and frustrating, but it at least let them both have a decent night’s sleep.

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Spamton looked at the schedule of home games and away games taped to the refrigerator and sighed. He hadn’t factored into his enjoyment of living in the townhouse with Swatch how much he would miss Indigo and Catechu.

It wasn’t like he *never* saw them; Spamton ventured into Plato’s Cave most afternoons at lunchtime and hung out with one or both of the brothers as they were eating before going to practice.

And as indicated on the paper schedule, Sunday dinners with the twins and T.M. would still be a thing, on the weekends when the basketball team wasn’t traveling. The five of them had mutually decided to alternate between the townhouse and Luigi’s, since the twins didn’t want to impose on their two new roommates at the Overlook.

But he found himself thinking that life was too quiet without the crowd he’d gotten used to being a part of.

He was startled the first time Swatch invited him to go see the team playing a home game at the campus gym; he found himself both enjoying it and at the same time regretting that he’d never gotten to see Swatch play. He would have liked to have discussed the topic with Swatch’s cousins, and with Indigo in particular, but the opportunity never was there to do so.

Spamton saw a lot more of T.M. in the first two weeks of the semester than he’d expected; he ran into her at the radio station, of course. But he’d run into her a lot more frequently at the campus library, where he’d gotten a job. He’d followed through on his statement to Swatch that he was going to split living expenses; he’d written to Katherine Shalazar, his work-study boss at the library at NDU, asked for a recommendation from her, and submitted an application to Inwood’s library. While he couldn’t be sure that the Addison name didn’t have something to do with it, he was relieved when he got the job acceptance and could commit to Sunday afternoons and Monday nights assisting at the reference desk.

When asked about it, T.M. first said she was doing more studying at the library than in her dorm room because she needed specific materials for her independent study. But she eventually admitted to Spamton that since she and Aster had broken up, seeing GiGi and Leroux together was making her down in the dumps. T.M. was quick to add that, surprisingly, GiGi wasn’t being inconsiderate about her and T.M.’s shared space; Leroux was a good influence that way. But T.M. still felt like a third wheel in the dorm suite all too often.

Spamton’s first impulse was to ask T.M. to move in with him and Swatch, but he caught himself before the words could leave his mouth. He needed to analyze living with *just* Swatch didn’t feel like enough to him, sometimes.

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Swatch was almost afraid to admit how contented they felt, how much in their element they were, living in the townhouse with Spamton. They didn’t have to be a caretaker; they didn’t have to be accountable to anyone for their whereabouts; they didn’t have to conform to anyone’s schedule except that of their own college courses and their shifts at Plato’s Cave.

They had been lucky to land to snag hours before the work-study window closed; they got their Wednesday night closing slot back, and were also scheduled for the Monday and Tuesday lunch shifts. Without the athletic expectations hanging over their head, and with this being their last semester before graduating, Swatch had much more leeway to decide the structure of their classroom day, and found themselves ecstatic to not have to get up at the crack of dawn or to go to sleep before midnight.

More time to spend in bed with Spamton. Which was, in their opinion, an unmitigated delight. Swatch never tired of making their partner happy, while learning things about their own body that they’d never imagined before.

And more time to spend in their studio.

THEIR.

STUDIO .

Swatch had never even dared to dream of having an opportunity to say those two words together aloud before they turned sixty-five. They had expected to be in service all their life to some degree or other, putting others first and themself last.

But the dream that Swatch didn’t even know they’d had was coming true… a dedicated QUIET space that was theirs to create in.

The quiet was something that Swatch felt guiltily grateful for. They’d been used to the noises of apartment living all their life; people stomping or yelling on floors above and on floors below. The dorm where they’d lived from freshman year through junior year, not to mention the Overlook, hadn’t been much better. And while they loved their cousins, sometimes Swatch just needed space. Spamton could never be as boisterous as Catto, nor was he as moody as Indo could be on occasion.

The only noises in the townhouse that Swatch heard, barring street and subway noises from outside, were the noises they themself or Spamton made. The thick walls between each of the rowhouses acted as an excellent buffer to sound. The people who lived on either side of them were elderly and friendly to both Swatch and Spamton, especially when the two of them helped shovel out the adjoining driveways during the blizzard. Waving hello and goodbye mornings and evenings to their neighbors became a habit.

Spamton never intruded when Swatch was in the studio, which was a nice change from others in the past feeling the need to peer over their shoulder whenever Swatch was sketching or painting, back in Queens.

Spamton always asked whether he should close the door to his “library”, the other bedroom on the second floor of the townhouse, before he put music on.

Even when Spamton sang in the shower, it wasn’t at volumes that would shatter the ceramic.

Swatch found themself ridiculously happy, even if at the back of their mind they knew it was only a temporary situation. Everything would have to change when they graduated, but they pushed that thought away whenever it tried to surface.

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“How - how do you feel about Valentine’s Day, Swatch?”

There, he’d asked the question with barely a trace of a stutter. And he’d made eye contact while asking…. Score!

Swatch looked back at Spamton across the dining room table. They had both started using its surface as the best place to spread out homework and textbooks and laptops while studying together or separately. “I’ve never really had any reason to develop feelings one way or the other about Valentine’s Day. Before now, that is.” They ended that statement with a gentle smile.

Why is this enough for you? Spamton wanted to scream at the top of his lungs. Why am I enough for you?

Of course, he didn’t scream. Instead he said with a smile of his own, “G-g-good! No precon-conceptions, then. No ridiculous expectations.”

“Maybe not, but I’m open to formulating some joint plans. Unless you’d rather I surprise you?”

“Only if - if - if I c-c-can surprise you, too.”

“It’s a deal.”

Swatch stretched, rolling their neck on their shoulders with an audible pop. Spamton winced at the sound. He got up and walked around the table so he could start rubbing Swatch’s back. Swatch took off their glasses and leaned forward to rest their head on their folded arms, making noises of deep contentment low in their throat.

You never ask me more than I can give.And I want to give you everything. I’m just so damn afraid.

“Easy on the chokehold, Spamton. Not my kink.”

That snapped him out of his self-pity. “S-sorry. Got lost in thought.” He moved his hands over Swatch’s shoulders and started tracing the sides of their neck more lightly with the tips of his fingers.

“Aaaaah, that’s more like it. Remind me to return the favor later tonight.”

“It’s - it’s a d-deal.”

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Neither Spamton nor Swatch could keep their respective “surprises” a secret for long. Spamton managed to snag tickets to the final showing of the day at the Hayden Planetarium on the Saturday before Valentine’s Day, and Swatch countered with the promise of “the best dim sum you’ve ever had”, although they wouldn’t say where.

The weather heated up in the second week of February and melted away the snowdrifts as though there had never been a blizzard at all. That Saturday afternoon was cloudy and windy, with temperatures in the mid-fifties. They both layered in turtlenecks and thick sweaters, rather than taking bulky coats with them on the subway. Swatch was in black and white, but had wrapped a red ribbon around their cane; Spamton wore burgundy and charcoal. Both decided on jeans and sneakers, though, since it seemed a shame to miss the chance of walking in such good weather.

The platform for the 1 train at 231st Street was nearly empty when they got on board. Swatch gravitated towards a corner seat near the end of the subway car, away from any windows. Spamton grinned at their choice, guessing that Swatch was trying to avoid tripping anyone with either their long legs or their cane, and made himself comfortable against Swatch’s side for the ride down to 79th Street.

The walk over to the 81st Street entrance, bypassing the closer entrance to the Museum of Natural History, was a brisk one; hand-in-hand they scurried in the face of a nearly 30 mile-per-hour wind, “Scarves next time!” Swatch commented breathlessly as they finally got inside. Spamton handed them a tissue and used one himself to clean his fogged glasses.

The planetarium show was incredible, but Spamton found himself watching Swatch’s face through most of the presentation, rather than the “sky”. Reflections of stars and galaxies played over his partner’s glasses, almost turning their lenses into screens. Swatch’s expression was almost… worshipful?... as they gazed upwards.

“Did - did I do alright?” Spamton whispered as the show neared its end. Swatch’s glowing smile was answer enough.

When the two got back outside at 5:30pm, it was fully dark but the wind had dropped. The temperature was still comfortable, so they took their time walking down Central Park West, this time with Spamton’s hand tucked into the crook of Swatch’s arm. The height difference between the two of them didn’t seem to matter as the city blocks passed under their feet.

“We’re n-not walking all the way - all the way to C-C-Canal Street, are we?” Spamton ventured to ask as they approached Columbus Circle.

“Tired already?”

“N-not if you aren’t.”

“Nah, not tired, but definitely starting to get hungry. Shall we ride?”

Swatch turned them both around the corner and down the subway stairs, their cane tapping on the pavement with each step. Spamton leaned his head against Swatch’s arm as they waited on the platform and said, “You really make that c-cane look elegant.” “Why, thank you, kind sir. Yup, Uncle Julius knew what he was doing picking this out. Practical AND fashionable.”

The A train came first and Spamton went to grab a seat, but Swatch stopped him, saying in a teasing tone, “We’re not going that far.”

And they were as good as their word; they pulled Spamton towards the subway car doors at the 42nd Street stop.

When he realized where exactly Swatch was taking him for Valentine's Day, Spamton had to laugh. Not mockingly, but joyfully. The pun-laden name was absolutely perfect.

Swatch’s smile was triumphant as they opened the door of the restaurant and ushered them both inside. “My awesome boyfriend deserves ‘awesum dim sum’. I will brook no arguments.”

The food was as delicious as Swatch had claimed, and Spamton enjoyed the opportunity to be able to take small bites of a variety of things without being made to feel like he was some oddity that couldn’t eat properly.

He polished off his hibiscus tea with a happy sound. “This was p-p-perfect. I c-couldn’t have p-picked a better choice. Thank you.”

“I’m glad.” Swatch looked at the clock behind the counter and started to gather themselves to rise. “They’re probably going to throw us out. It’s past closing time.”

“Uh-huh. These k-k-kinds of places were always - always more a lunch sp-spot when I was down here.”

“Oh, you’ve been here before?”

“N-n-n-not here specifically, no. But p-p-p-places like it further d-d-d-d-downtown.”

Please, please, please, Swatch, don’t bring up my past tonight. Let’s just enjoy the here and now.

And it was almost as if Swatch had heard his inner thoughts, because they merely put a warm strong arm over Spamton’s shoulders as they both started walking back to Port Authority and the 1 train to head uptown and home.

#swatchton #swatchton au #sylph writes #deltarune fanfiction #fic: call signs

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of-a-chaotic-mind · 4 years ago

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April Writing Prompt List 💧

So, Earth Day is this month so I thought it would be cute to recycle prompts I haven’t used yet from January, February, and March. I also just don’t really have any prompts saved up to use lol. Anyway, as per usual, I’ll be crossing prompts out after I do them.

Since, there’s so many prompts this month and I don’t think I’ll be writing them all for fillers, if so choose you can send in two prompts at a time for the same imagine request. Not only does that help use up some of the prompts but it’ll help me by giving me more to work with lol.

Without further ado, here’s this month’s prompt list:

1. “All that ‘You can’t love someone unless you love yourself first’ mess is bullshit. I have never loved myself. But you, oh god, I love you so much I forgot what hating myself felt like.”

2. “I don’t know how but I’m going to blame you for all my problems.”

3. “Bite me.” “Eat me.” “Kiss my ass.”

4. “You have to tell me why were committing a felony before we do it. Not that that’s going to stop us, but at least I’ll have all the facts.”

5. “Call me that one more time, see what happens.”

6. “It’s pitch black in here and I can see you’re blushing.”

7. “I always take life with a grain of salt, …plus a slice of lemon, …and a shot of tequila.”

8. “Sorry, I have a clingy and feverish assassin on my lap. I’ll call you back when I’ve convinced them that a cold doesn’t mean they’re dying.”

9. “I’ve had a rough day and honestly all I want right now is a drink and someone to cuddle with…”

10. “Did any of these assholes mess with you?” “No, you’ve marked your territory so hard they’re scared to even say ‘hello’”

11. Person A seeing that Person B’s shoelace is undone and instead of telling them, they just do it themselves.

12. Person A getting really annoyed with their tangled headphones and Person B just taking them off them and doing it for them.

13. “Do you need a hand?” “Does it look like I need your help?” “Do you really want me to answer that or would you like to maintain plausible deniability for later?”

14. “Don’t tell me you’re fine, I can see the blood!”

15. “We have a problem.” “Let me guess. You caused it?”

16. “We have a problem.” “No, YOU have a problem. I have an idiot who keeps getting into one.”

17. “We have a problem.” “Gimme a sec, I’m not drunk enough to listen to this yet.”

18. “We have a problem.” “And it’s another Tuesday, what’s your point?”

19. “We have a problem.” “If you mean the flaming pillar, that’s our solution to the last week’s problem.”

20. “We have a problem.” “Would shooting you solve the problem? No? Then get out.”

21. “We have a problem.” “You call it a problem. I call it a solution.”

22. “How dare you demand more of me when you know, without question, that I would give you the very shirt off my back if you asked for it. My very skin and blood and bones to keep you happy.”

23. “Did you really not see it? Or were you too afriad to look?”

24. Person A and Person B are having to share an air matress for the night. Person A is already sound asleep and comfy in bed. Person B, very tired from the day, flops down on the other side, thus launching Person A into the air.

25. Person A gets lost in a crowd so Person B yells at the top of their lungs something that they know will piss Person A off.

26. “I’m personally offended that you didn’t get me to be your fake date.”

27. Person A hasn’t slept in days and keeps forgetting to eat because of a task or project they’ve been working on. Person B is worried about them and keeps lecturing them about it and finally manages to get Person A to take a break.

28. “If you do that again, I’ll throw you out that fucking window you- what are you doing?” “Checking how high the drop is, see if it’s worth it.”

29. Person A and Person B are walking down the sidewalk together. Person A trips and Person B catches them, ending up in a dramtic dip. Someone yells, “When’s the wedding?”

30. “How’s your day going?” “Well, no one died.” “Those are your standards?”

31. Person A, noticeably disheveled as they enter the room, “Sorry I’m late. I was doing stuff.” Person B looking equally disheveled but grinning smugly, “Hi, nice to meet you. I’m stuff.”

32. “I have a solution.” “Thank goodness.” “It involves fire.” “Absolutely not.”

33. Person having a cute nickname for Person B. Person C, a friend, clearly doesn’t know that Person B only allows Person A to call them that, and one day learns the dire consequences.

34. “Where you from?” “Here and there.” “What do you do?” “This and that.” “You ever-” “Now and then.” “Boy you’re just full of information.”

35. “Where’s your shoe?” “That giant mud puddle down the road demanded a sacrifice.”

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conradscrime · 4 years ago

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Winnie Ruth Judd: The Trunk Murderess

March 11, 2021

This is one of my all time favourite true crime cases. I first heard about Winnie Ruth Judd, also known as “the Trunk Murderess” a few years ago when my grandmother let me borrow a book she had read about it. The book I read was written by Jana Bommersbach and was truly amazing, she did an incredible job telling the story and did not skip a detail. This is a long case and I will not be covering everything in this short post, however I encourage everyone to do their own research and read the book!

Winnie Ruth McKinnell, also known as Marian Lane later in life, was born on January 29, 1905 in Indiana to parents Rev. H. J. McKinnell who was a Methodist minister and his wife Carrie.

Winnie met and married Dr. William C. Judd in 1922 at the age of 17. Dr. Judd was 20 years older than Winnie and a World War I veteran and their marriage had various problems. Dr. Judd was a morphine addict who had a hard time keeping down a job thus making the couple move around a lot and face financial struggles. Winnie was unable to have children and this further strained the marriage.

In 1930 Winnie and her husband were living separately but still communicated quite frequently. Winnie moved to Phoenix Arizona and began working as a governess for a wealthy family.

It was in Phoenix where Winnie met John J. Halloran, also known as “Happy Jack” by the media. Happy Jack was a very well known businessman and extremely good looking and though he was married him and Winnie began an affair.

Winnie found a job working as a secretary at a medical clinic and this where she would meet her two best friends, Agnes Anne LeRoi and Hedvig “Sammy” Samuelson who were roommates having moved from Alaska to Phoenix due to Sammy contracting tuberculosis. Tuberculosis was extremely common back in the 1930′s and it was known that areas of warmer climates helped those with TB get better, so Phoenix being an extremely hot and sunny place was ideal.

Anne and Sammy also knew Happy Jack and it seems as though they were very flirty with him as well. Jack apparently was the ladies “meal ticket” they relied on him heavily financially and emotionally and he had made a connection with all of them.

The three women hit it off and soon became fast friends, with Winnie even moving in with Anne and Sammy for a brief period in 1931, though she soon moved out in her own apartment as there was some differences among them. I’m assuming these differences were very minor, they just seemed to have differences about running a household because the three remained besties even after Winnie moved out on her own.

On the night of October 16, 1931 an alleged fight broke out between the three women and Winnie Ruth Judd murdered Anne LeRoi and Sammy Samuelson. Winnie shot both women with a .25 caliber handgun in their bungalow and what she did with the bodies is extremely disturbing.

Two days later on October 18, 1931 Winnie boarded the train on her way to Los Angeles, California and had two trunks of luggage with her. However, one of the baggage handlers said the luggage smelled really bad as well as he could see some kind of “fluid” escaping from them. He notified the district baggage agent thinking that what was inside the trunks was just deer meat. How wrong he was.

The trunks were then tagged to be held for inspection and when asked for the key to open the trunks Winnie Ruth Judd claimed she did not have a key for them. The trunks were sent to the police station where the police finally opened them and what was found inside was extremely disturbing.

The dismembered body of Sammy Samuelson were found inside of the trunks, while Anne LeRoi’s body was found stuffed into a trunk but completely intact; she had not been dismembered. Winnie was not there when the police discovered the contents in the trunks, she had actually gotten her brother to pick her up and drop her off somewhere in L.A. When the contents of the trunks were discovered Winnie Ruth Judd had disappeared though she eventually turned herself in a few days later on October 23, 1931.

Of course Winnie became the prime suspect right away since she literally was attempting to travel with two trunks full of her best friends dismembered bodies. She was dubbed “The Trunk Murderess” “Tiger Woman” and “The Blonde Butcher” and the media had an absolute field day with it.

The main motive people suspected was obviously jealously. The prosecution believed that Winnie had murdered her friends because they also had feelings for Happy Jack and that the women were fighting over him when they were killed.

When police visited the bungalow where the murders took place on October 19, 1931 they made some shocking discoveries. According to police it did not appear as if the women were shot during an enraged fight at all, it appeared as though they were actually shot and killed in their sleep.

The strange part was that both of the women’s mattresses were not found in the house when police went. One mattress was found miles away in a vacant lot with no blood stains on it and one mattress was never found at all.

Winnie Ruth Judd’s trial began on January 19, 1932. She was only being tried for the murder of Anne though, not Sammy, therefore the dismemberment aspect was never brought up in court because Anne had not been dismembered.

They argued that the murders were premeditated and that Winnie had planned this due to the fact that the women’s friendship was deteriorating with jealously over Jack Halloran. Winnie herself had a gunshot wound on her left hand which they believed was self-inflicted; her attempt to take the blame off of herself.

Winnie Ruth Judd was charged with first-degree murder on February 8 and was sentenced to hang on February 17, 1933. They figured a death sentence would make Winnie confess who her accomplice was because a lot of people found it impossible that a small woman like Winnie Ruth Judd would have been able to kill, dismember, and get the bodies in the trunks all on her own.

However, Winnie’s death sentence was overturned after they found her mentally incompetent and she was sent to the Arizona State Asylum for the Insane on April 24, 1933.

Jack Halloran became under suspicious when it was found that he had been having an affair with Winnie. Lots of people believed that he was Winnie’s accomplice in the murders and had helped her dismember them. Winnie testified against Jack in mid January 1933.

Winnie claimed that on the night of the murders she had gone over to Anne and Sammy’s place to hangout and play bridge with them. At one point she said the three women began fighting because Winnie had told them that another woman Jack had been seen hanging with named Lucille Moore had syphilis and was being treated for it. Supposedly the women began telling Winnie that she needed to let Jack know about the syphilis but Winnie told the women she could not tell Jack about Lucille’s medical history because of her job and the risk of losing it plus according to her Jack and Lucille were just friends.

Anne and Sammy did not believe this and Anne threatened Winnie telling her she would tell Jack about Lucille’s syphilis. Winnie fighting back told Anne that if she told Jack, Winnie would go around and tell everyone that Anne and Sammy were lesbians which I think was a rumour going around considering the two women lived together and were unmarried at their age, and back in the 1930′s that was insane.

Winnie said the women started physically attacking her and she killed them in self defence. I just want to say the above information about syphilis and lesbianism is from one source I found and there is probably no way of knowing if this is exactly what started the fight between the three women.

Jack’s team argued that Winnie was crazy and that this was the story of a crazy person and Jack was freed from the case on January 25, 1933 though his reputation was still ruined and he eventually fell out of business and died in 1939.

Winnie escaped from the asylum a total of 6 times, with the longest time being from 1963 to 1969 when her identity was finally discovered in California and she was taken back to Arizona.

Winnie Ruth Judd was paroled on December 22, 1971 and in 1983 she was issued an absolute discharge meaning she was no longer considered a parolee. Winnie Ruth Judd died at the age of 93 on October 23, 1998 in Stockton California.

Winnie had written a confession in 1933 stating that she had planned to murder Anne due to her fighting for Jack’s affection with Winnie. Winnie claimed she had not intended to kill Sammy, but when Sammy walked in on Winnie and found Anne dead she began to fight with her. In this confession Winnie said that everything had been done by her alone, she had not had an accomplice, not even to help her transport the trunks.

Some people do not believe that this is a true confession, they think that Winnie just wrote this in an attempt to keep going with an insanity plea. So what do you guys think? Is Winnie guilty of murdering her friends in cold blood, did she really just mean to kill Anne or did she kill both women in self-defense? I’d love to hear what you guys think about this one!

I barley scratched the surface of all of the interesting information about this case, I 100% recommend you all look further into this one because it’s insanely interesting to me and there’s so much more to it.

I don’t think we will ever truly know what happened on the night of October 16, 1931, but after almost 90 years this case still haunts America.

#winnie #ruth #judd #trunk #murderess #truecrime #true crime #unsolved #solved #1930s #arizona #california #Crime

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asfaltics · 3 years ago

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and yet we went on reading

Flim, sb. Obs. Sc[otch]. A whim; an illusion. 1 in the manufactory of these flimsy things 2 had hung a basket of fodder underneath for these flimsy things 3 Poor indeed are their prospects of continued protection, if they rest upon these flimsy things alone. 4 will you never learn to choose good, useful, lasting articles, instead of these flimsy things that do good to no one, and that a breath 5 took hold of these flimsy things, Oh! 6 the discomfort, the positive misery of these flimsy things 7 wretchedly printed on bad paper, with few or no literary expenses, these flimsy things drag on 8 “These flimsy things don’t last long, they soon break,” said he. “Of course they do!” declared Madame Guibal, with an air of indifference. “I’m tired of having mine mended.” 9 In all her looks the words we see, These flimsy things are not for me And I with them do not agree. 10 of these flimsy things 11 the ice floes ran in under and cut out these flimsy things. 12 about 12 inch in being evident that these flimsy things are depth, which projects over the top of the difficult 13 He knew “Well, it’s a good deal warmer than when to leave a man unhindered and to these flimsy things” he said, lifting the 14 attempt to hit some of these flimsy things, you will put your screwdriver through them. 15 You undertake to fix some of these flimsy things and you put a screw driver into them and they go to pieces. 16 You undertake to fix some of these flimsy things and you put a it in the same condition although I know 17 Lucy gave her skirts a toss “I am getting tired of these flimsy things, and am trying to wear them out” 18 “I must get some more,” he said, “stronger than these flimsy things.” 19 First of all, I know now what it means to travel “light.” These flimsy things 20 These letters, these unintelligible flowers, these bits of lace and of paper, what are they? Around these flimsy things what is there left ? And yet we went on reading. But something strange is growing gradually greater... 21 “Why, if I put these flimsy things on now they’d be in holes before I ...” Thorough Young Lady enters. Thorough Young Lady — “Good morning... I’d like a dozen” 22 They had seen it as a whim, Agnes knew; a flimsy, floating thing which scientists might examine under a microscope. But if that were what it was she was full of them. 23

sources (all but the last pre-1923)

1 Joseph Wright (1855-1930), The English dialect dictionary (London, 1898) vol. 2 : 405 2 OCR cross-column misread (on forged bank notes, and banks), at The Black Dwarf (“A London weekly publication, edited, printed, and published by T.J. Wooler”; January 13, 1819) : columns 21-22 “The Black Dwarf (1817–1824) was a satirical radical journal... published by Thomas Jonathan Wooler, starting in January 1817 as an eight-page newspaper, then later becoming a 32-page pamphlet. It was priced at 4d a week until the Six Acts brought in by the Government in 1819 to suppress radical unrest forced a price increase to 6d. In 1819 it was selling in issues of roughly 12,000 to working people such as James Wilson at a time when the reputable upper-middle class journal Blackwood’s Magazine sold in issues of roughly 4,000 copies.” wikipedia on Thomas Jonathan Wooler (1786-1853), also see wikipedia 3 OCR cross-column misread, at “Mrs. Perewinkle’s Visit to Boston,” by “Muhitable Holyoke,” in Frank Leslie’s New Family Magazine 3:2 (August 1858) : 161-167 (162) 4 ex The Chronicle (“An insurance journal”) 10:18 (October 31, 1872) : 274 on the mismanagement of The Globe Mutual Life Insurance Company under Frederick A. Freeman, its president, and/or other members of the Freeman family (including Pliny Freeman). 5 ex Out of the world, by M. Healy vol. 2 (of 3; London, 1875) : 27 asides — this would be Mary Healy Bigot (1843-1936), daughter of the painter George P. A Healy (1813-94 *) A brief entry on Mary Healy is found at A Database of Victorian Fiction, 1837-1901; rather more, including an extensive list of her publications (journalism, fiction, translations, &c.) is found at her French wikipedia page — “Mary Healy utilisa le pseudonyme de Jeanne Mairet, mais aussi celui de « Madame Charles Bigot » et de « Mary Healy-Bigot ». On trouve des écrits non seulement publiés en français (souvent par Paul Ollendorff), mais aussi en anglais et en allemand. Elle produisit aussi de nombreuses traductions avec parfois l'aide de sa soeur Edith Healy.” in his autobiography is to be found the reason he (and later his daughter after the death of her husband Charles Bigot (1840-93 *)) would move to Chicago — George P. A. Healy, his Reminiscences of a Portrait Painter (Chicago, 1894) : 57 6 ex Alex(ander). Mackenzie, The Life and Speeches of Hon. George Brown (Toronto, 1882), in Chapter 19, The reform convention of 1867. Resolution of thanks to Mr. Brown. Mr. Brown’s reply : 113 7 ex correspondence to the editor (on the subject of “new restrictions in dress”), by “Freedom,” in The Meteor (“Ed. by members of Rugby School”) 175 (May 18, 1882) : 60 8 ex John Bull’s Neighbor in Her True Light : Being an Answer to some recent French criticisms. By a “Brutal Saxon.” Veluti in Speculum. (Third edition. London, 1884), in Chapter 11, The French Press: its Vanity—Le Temps and London Telegraph contrasted—Des Debats—Le Figaro—Le Clairon—Press Laws—Fear of Actions for Libel—Want of Freedom : 87 9 ex conversation about a fan, in Émile Zola (1840-1902 *), The Ladies’ Paradise : A Realistic Novel (London, 1886) : 74 aside — The novel is set in the world of the department store... (wikipedia) 10 “The Village Wedding,” in Poems by Chas. F(rederick). Forshaw, LL.D. (Bradford, 1889) : 28-33 (30) 11 from Act 2, Scene 4 of John Lesslie Hall (1856-1928) his Judas : A Drama in Five Acts (Williamsburg, Virginia; 1894) : 73 aside — “also known as J. Lesslie Hall, was an American literary scholar and poet known for his translation of Beowulf” (wikipedia); (some) papers at the College of William and Mary 12 ex “He saved others” (from Brotherhood Star), at Herald and Presbyter (“A Presbyterian family paper”) 68:46 (Cincinnati and St. Louis, November 17, 1897) : 15 in full — “When ice was running in the North River at New York, a ferryboat was crushed in, under the water line. An employe was sent down to stop the leak, or hold it until the boat could be run into the slip. Bedding, clothing and anything available were passed to him, but the ice floes ran in under and cut out these flimsy things. The boat reached the dock. Passengers were all hastened ashore. The boat was raised up by chains, so that the break was above the water, but the man did not come up on deck. They hastened below and found a bruised body of an unconscious man, pressed close against the opening. Careful nursing brought back life, but broken health and a disfigured body were his. ‘Even Christ pleased not himself.’” 13 OCR cross-column misread at J. B. Fulton, “Faulty Concrete Construction,” in Fireproof 3:6 (December 1903) : 31-33 (32) 14 ex OCR cross-column misread, at Francis Prevost (H. F. P. Battersby, 1862-1949 *), “The Siege of Sar,” in Ainslee’s (“A magazine of clever fiction”) vol. 12 (January 1904) : 1-44 (22) 15 ex Arthur H. Elliott, “The Gas Range in the Kitchen” In Light, Heat and Power 5:12 (February 1906) : 942-946 (944) self-described as “A monthly magazine devoted to the fields of illumination, and also combustion for producing heat and power, wherein the elements employed are natural, artificial, acetylene, gasolene, or petroleum gases.” 16 ex “The Gas Range in the Kitchen," in report of Elliott paper, in The Metal Worker, Plumber and Steam Fitter (March 3, 1906) : 52 17 same as no.s 14 and 15 above, but OCR cross-column misread, at Arthur H. Elliott, “The Gas Range in the Kitchen,” Progressive Age (Gas-Electricity-Water), 24:4 (February 15, 1906) : 96-99 (97) 97 Paper delivered at the First Annual Convention of the National Commercial Gas Association, held at the Cadillac Hotel, New York City, January 24th and 25th, 1906. 18 ex Mrs. Mary Dudeney. All Times Pass Over (London, 1909) : 75 (snippet view only, but entire at hathitrust) aside — little is found, biographically; author of poems, stories, even songs as Mary Du Deney (BL catalogue); are these of the same Mary? — “A novelty appeared in Judge Allen’s court in the shape of a woman, Mrs. Mary du Deney, who sought solace and mental refreshment in a book while her fate was being decided in a divorce proceeding. After reciting the grounds upon which she sought the divorce, the lady was lost to the world until the Judge cut the knot and she again felt the thrill of single blessedness.” (Los Angeles Herald (23 December 1900) : here); and ◾ “...Old Lady Was Swaying, Fatal Collision with Cyclist At Bridgwater. Returning a verdict of Accidental Death at the inquest on Thursday on Mrg. Mary Du Deney. aged 85, of 2. Holmes Buildings. St. Mary-street, Bridgwater, who died in the hospital on Tuesday...” (Taunton Courier, and Western Advertiser (20 September 1947) : here) 19 ex William Caine (1873-1925 *), The Devil in Solution, (nicely) Illustrated by George Morrow (London, 1911) : 68 (snippet view only, but opens to same page at hathitrust 20 from this longer passage — “First of all, I know now what it means to travel ‘light.’ These flimsy things which the Japanese make are wonderfully serviceable. For instance, I purchased a silk Japanese raincoat which sheds rain perfectly, and yet when not in use I carry it in the pocket of my light overcoat.” ex “Japanese Milling, and Weather,” in Rosenbaum Review 2:39 (Chicago; September 15, 1917) : 8-10 asides — devoted to grain trade; at some point title changes to The Round-Up; published by the J. Rosenbaum Grain Company; this would be Joseph Rosenbaum (1838-1919), whose interesting life is sketched by Arba Nelson Waterman, in “Historical Review of Chicago and Cook County and Selected Biography," found here ◾ perhaps more interesting is the editor of Rosenbaum Review (and its successor Round-Up), J. Ralph Pickell (1881-1939? *). ◾ see, for example — “Senate Asks Jardine of Chicago ‘College’” ¶ Secretary Jarine was asked Friday, June 25, by the Senate to explain his connection with the Roundup College of Scientific Price Forecasting of Chicago. ¶ A resolution making the request was offered by Senator Caraway (Dem. Ark.), and adopted. Caraway said the secretary had accepted appoitment as a member of the faculty of the college to teach students “how to speculate and get around the rules of the grain futures act which he administers.” ¶ The resolution asked the Secretary to state whether his information on grain futures markets was obtained as a result of his official connection with the department of agriculture, and what compensation he has received from the college. ¶ The Roundup College school for price broadcasting [sic, should be “forecasting” ?] was held at the Congress Hotel four weeks ago. Secretary Jardine was announced in publicity as the principal speaker. The school is run by J. Ralph Pickell, listed in the telephone book with offices at 1848 West Washington Boulevard and 328 Ashland Boulevard. It is said, however, that the offices have moved to Western Springs, Ill., near Chicago. ¶ Pickell at the time the school was held, said about 500 students would be in attendance. Each student, he said would pay $50 for the course. ex The Illinois Agricultural Association Record (July 1, 1926) : 3 21 ex chapter 23 (the last) in Henri Barbusse (1873-1935 *), Light (Fitzwater Wray, trans.; 1919) : 301 several scans of the same at hathitrust 22 ex Fashions for Men (this passage) and The Swan (in one volume, subtitled Two Plays by Franz Molnar (both comedies in three acts; English texts by Benjamin Glazer); (Liveright, 1922) : 117 Ferenc Molnár (1878-1952), at wikipedia 23 ex Rachel Cusk, Saving Agnes (1993; Picador 1995) : 2

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subject to change, corrections, &c.

#cento #flim #flimsy #tercet #Mary Healy Bigot #The Black Dwarf #Rachel Cusk #Mary Du Deney #J. Ralph Pickell

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justanalto · 4 years ago

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i was tagged by the wonderfully sweet @besidemethewholedamntime -- thank you so much!! <3 <3 <3

1. What is the color of your hairbrush?

I have a wet brush that’s bright blue, but I also have a hairbrush that’s red!

2. Name a food you never eat

uhhhh...olives, but only when they’re on their own.

3. Are you typical too warm or too cold?

I’m always too cold. always, always, always. my fingers are currently freezing and so are my toes. I think it’s because there’s a loose draft in my room here somewhere, TBH.

4. What were you doing 45 minutes ago?

roses are red // 45 minutes ago // i was writing poetry // and answering all my asks in a row

i’ve been sending people asks in poetry form and they’ve been responding, LOL -- so there’s been a lot of poetry brain going on!

5. What’s your favorite candy bar?

either a nice dark chocolate bar or a green tea kit kat bar!

6. Have you ever been to professional sports event?

I’ve been to a few professional baseball games! gotta get out there and have some mass sports pride. one of these days, my american football team will be good again and I will get those tickets.

7. What is the last thing you said out loud?

some half-hearted mumble-harmonizing to pentatonix’s be my eyes, so something along those lyrics!

8. What is your favorite ice cream?

either black raspberry (s/o to campus!!) or mint chocolate chip :)

9. What was the last thing you had to drink?

a couple of sips of water, hehe

10. Do you like your wallet?

I do! It’s the first “grown-up” wallet I feel like I’ve ever had -- I bought it from camden market last year when I was in london, and it’s a nice pine shade of green and made of cork. unfortunately, because i bought it in london, it also means that it doesn’t hold american currency quite as well, but it’s okay, i make do, LOL!

11. What is the last thing you ate?

my dad made spaghetti bolognese and I ate that with a hecking ton of bread. it was fantastic :)

12. Did you buy any new clothes last weekend?

unfortunately, no :( i can’t remember the last time I bought new clothes. maybe january? february? before the pandemic started.

13. What’s the last sporting event you watched?

I think...I know it was definitely a pats game, and I’m pretty sure we lost, so it’s somewhere along the lines of pats v. ravens, I think

14. What is your favorite flavor of popcorn?

extra buttery, even though it would probably murder me :’)

15. Who is the last person you send text message to?

@aleksandrachaev, and it was two thumbs-up emojis, LOL.

16. Ever been camping?

I have! I went a long time ago, like nine years ago long ago, I think somewhere out west? I slept on an air mattress, went to an outdoor bathroom, all that fun jazz! and the bug bites, LOL.

17. Do you take vitamins?

my mom: so you’ve got the probiotic, the vitamin c and the biotin...

18. Do you regularly attend a place of workship?

I don’t -- my dad used to go to church regularly, but other than that, I’ve never been to church and we’ve never been as a family.

19. Do you have a tan?

i don’t know how this happened but I literally still have shorts tan from like, august. it is the middle of november, someone tell me how I got here. a couple of years ago, I burnt so badly on a trip to LA I was still seeing the tan months later, LOL. and most of the time, I have some fair flip-flop tan!

20. Do you prefer chinese or pizza?

chinese, because pizza has the ability to murder me

21. Do you drink your soda through a straw?

it it’s a takeout cup, then odds are good i’m drinking it through a straw, but other than that nope :)

22. What color socks you usually wear?

white or grey, I think? i have some funky colored ones but i’m trying to change that

23. Do you ever drive above the speed limit?

i’m having flashbacks to a conversation I had with a friend who laughed at me for going five miles above the speed limit -- yes, I do, but only the allowed five miles above the speed limit and none more

24. What terrifies you?

oh, no, you don’t want to ask me that, we’d be here all day...being abandoned, I guess? being left by the people I care about, becoming too attached to people because they can leave and hurt me, spiders, heights, the pandemic, being hated, being alone...my own emotions, sometimes.

25. Look to your left, what do you see?

my tubby nugget! he smiles at me, and I feel a lil better :)

26. What chore do you hate the most?

i literally could not tell you how much I hate cleaning the grout in our bathroom tile. it is a CHORE.

27. What do you think when you hear Australian accent?

the hemsworth brothers, but also someone I met abroad who was from perth and had the same name as me, LOL

28. Whats your favorite soda?

ginger ale!

29. Do you go in a fast food place or just hit drive through?

depends on where I’m hitting, tbh -- if i’m in a hurry, we’re going straight through the drive-thru. but if it’s an event, then we’ll go in! have a fun time. sit for a while and talk.

30. What’s your favorite number?

i don’t think I have one, actually?

31. Who’s the last person you talked to?

my dad, I’m pretty sure -- we talked about pandemic unemployment assistance :)

32. Favorite meal?

sushi, or whenever my mom makes steamed chicken. (i’m realizing it’s been so long since I’ve had that chicken and now I’m sad)

33. Last song you listed to?

for real by lana condor

34. Last book you read?

confucius jane by katie lynch, just to see if the lesbians stood up to the pedestal i’d put them on -- and hell yeah, they did!

35. Favorite day of the week?

right now, thursdays, because thursday is grey’s day!

36. Can you say alphabet backwards?

probably, if you gave me enough time to think about it

37. How do you like your coffee?

like i like my men -- from afar, some of them are pretty, but do I actually like them? no

38. Favorite pair of shoes?

either my gray ankle boots I got a couple of years ago or my ‘gay lesbian snow boots’ that I use when it’s snowing something awful out, LOL!

39. Time you normally get up?

i’m supposed to be up at 8 am, but I’m usually up anywhere between 9 and 10am. I...need to change that, LOL.

40. What do you prefer, sunrise or sunset?

i love both! but I like sunset because I’ve never specifically woken up to see the sunrise, i’ve only seen it out of coincidence because I pulled an all nighter to do work

41. How many blankets on your bed?

three, at the moment -- a costco blanket, my college blanket and a five-below blanket

42. Describe your kitchen plates.

white with a floral border

43. Describe your kitchen at the moment.

it’s lived-in -- we have a side table that’s always at the risk of a collapsing, a power strip that runs a kettle, microwave and toaster oven (you can never run two of them at once otherwise the strip shuts off), kitchen mats that will never get rid of their crumbs and a healthy, healthy pantry!

44. Do you have a favorite alcoholic drink?

either pink moscato wine or a rekorderlig cider!

45. Do you play cards?

i used to a lot, when I was younger! when I got older I stopped finding people to be able to play them with, unfortunately.

46. What color is your car?

silver! (even though I share it with my sister)

47. Can you change a tire?

no, but I’d definitely like to learn :)

48. Your favorite state or province?

new york or california, honestly. probably california. it’s the place I’ve felt the most free :)

49. Favorite job you’ve had?

i’ve had a lot of internships but not a lot of jobs, but I’d probably have to say it was the one I had at dunks -- so many funny things and stories came out of it, and now I have enough barista experience to power my coffee shop fics for a lifetime!

tagging: @agentmmayy @nazezdha321 @sadtunes @a-biochemist-not-a-bird @browneyedgenius @daisylincs @aleksandrachaev @missinglittlebritishfriend @hannahxowen @genderfluid-and-confuzled and anyone else that I missed -- you’re it!! (i’m truly sorry if I forgot you, I haven’t slept a lot in the last couple of nights fhdskjfhs)

#tag things #rebecca #besidemethewholedamntime

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flyustravels · 4 years ago

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Emirates

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What is the business flight rate from the United States to Abu Dhabi?

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When is the right time to book a flight from the United States to Abu Dhabi?

The best months to book a flight from the United States to Abu Dhabi are November, December, February, and March.

What are the most popular airlines for business class flights from the United States to Abu Dhabi?

Egypt Air, Etihad, Emirates, Qatar Airways, and Turkish Airlines are the most popular airlines that fly to Abu Dhabi from the United States.

How is the weather in Abu Dhabi these days?

January, March, April, May, June, July, August, September, October, November, and December are all dry months in Abu Dhabi. August is the hottest month, with average maximum temperatures of 43°C (109°F). With an average maximum temperature of 24°C (75°F), January is the coldest month.

How large has Abu Dhabi's population grown in recent years?

According to a recent census, the urban area of Abu Dhabi had a population of 1.48 million people, out of a total population of 2.9 million in the emirate of Abu Dhabi.

Could you tell me about the different modes of local transportation available in Abu Dhabi?

In the UAE, taxis and buses aren't the only modes of transportation. In Abu Dhabi, commuting by Abras or ferries is also very common. The Abu Dhabi ferry service caters to both pedestrians and cars.

It is always recommended to have the Business Class Flights to Abu Dhabi booked through a travel agency rather than doing it independently. It saves much of a hassle if there is a change in plan or the flight get cancelled or delayed. An agent would promptly take care of the needful, and the traveller has to carry on with their business as usual.

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