#Jobs In Eching

[mamagabi-s-corner]

dunno what's happening in the off fangame community, and at this point I'm not even going to ask. /nh

[jobsnotices]

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[yogenderthakur]

ECHS Cell Dharamshala Clerk, Chowkidar & Other Posts Recruitment 2022

ECHS Cell Dharamshala Clerk, Chowkidar & Other Posts Recruitment 2022

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[quillkiller]

omg i reached the tag limit theres so much MORE!!!! i think about this fic all the time:((((

everyone has that one specific fic idea that lives in their head that they will never get around to writing but are completely & unreasonably & unfathomably obsessed with right

[kimberleyjean]

The Price of a Life: Death and Dying in Good Omens

In this meta I want to take a closer look at one of the prominent themes I’ve spotted running through Season 2 of Good Omens. While S2 has been billed as the gentle and romantic bridge towards S3, in a few ways it actually had darker tones than S1. If that’s your cup of tea - read on!

What is the value of a human life? 

This is a question which has been pondered by philosophers far back into the reaches of history. More recently, economists have attempted to put a price on human life, which is then used when justifying the various societal costs associated with governing a population (i.e. healthcare, education). These two different schools of thought are sometimes at odds. Immanuel Kant proposed that humans have invaluable dignity, but not a price - being “not merely something to be used for the ends of others, or traded on the market”[1]. In opposition, value of life calculations, by definition, put a price on the value of an individual.

What side does Good Omens S1 take?

In Good Omens Season 1, one of the significant moral dilemmas, at least for Aziraphale and Crowley, was about whether or not to kill the antichrist.

I've never actually... killed anything. I don't think I could. Not even to save everything? One life... against the universe.

Following their failed attempts to influence Adam’s childhood development, once at the airfield, Aziraphale believes it to be a foregone conclusion that Adam should be killed - eliminate one to save the many. Of course, their attempts fail and Adam faces off against Death, the Four Horsepersons and Satan himself, eventually getting his own way. However, the moral question posed about killing Adam never reaches a definite conclusion.

With the flashback scenes that S1 added to the book, we are shown this same theme when Aziraphale and Crowley attend the crucifixion. The crucifixion is shown in agonising detail here, and gives us an empathetic look at the sacrifice of one life for, presumably, the overall good of humanity. (Although, what metaphysical impact Jesus’ death had in the Good Omens universe isn’t exactly clear). We see Aziraphale and Crowley stand idly by while the Great Plan is enacted.

Does S2 do things differently?

While Good Omens S1 dabbles lightly in the philosophical question about the value of life, Season 2 picks up this thread time and time again - sometimes attaching some numbers!

One of the key mysteries of present-day S2 is the mammoth miracle performed by Aziraphale and Crowley. Registering on the scales at 25 Lazari, this is 25 times the cost of human life in Heaven's accounting system. Presumably, one Lazari is the amount used when Jesus resurrected Lazarus of Bethany four days after his death. As we'll see, this attaching of numbers to human lives is then repeated throughout each of the minisodes.

Firstly we have the flashback sequence with Job and his children. Aziraphale makes the argument that just doubling the number of new children wouldn’t adequately compensate Job and Sitis for the loss of their existing children - since they “quite like the old ones”. The value of human life is not a simple accounting exercise and one life cannot be substituted for another, in the case of the people you love - they’re priceless.

We see this same idea demonstrated again throughout the Resurrectionist minisode. We first meet Elspeth MacKinnon when she is exhuming a body to sell, in order to buy her and her partner a slightly better life worth living. However, the surgeon Dalrymple is not above haggling over human remains. To him this is a business transaction, in which dead bodies are worth no more than five pounds a pop. To Dalrymple, the cost of saving future lives is that others should risk the grave gun gathering bodies which he may then dissect.

Aziraphale is first opposed to anyone being dug up, but then is won over by Dalrymple’s argument, at least until Wee Morag is killed and suddenly for sale. As Crowley says, echoing the Job minisode, “it’s a bit different when it’s someone you know”. In opposition to Dalrymple’s accounting exercises, and, indeed, the 90 guineas with which Aziraphale buys Elspeth's life, Crowley is offering an alternative view. A life is of higher value when it is someone we, personally, know and care for.

We also witness this theme during the 1941 flashback / Nazi-zombie minisode. The magic shop owner warns Aziraphale that he is about to take on a death-defying trick - one which people have died trying, no less! “Your life is worth a lot more than seven pounds five shillings,” argues the shopkeeper. Instead, it turns out that a customer’s life is worth about 27 pounds and five shillings, since he more than willingly accepts that offer - “on your head be it!”.

As human beings, the price we are willing to place on an individual life, how much we are willing to sacrifice for that person, is all dependent on how well we know them.

“He’s just an angel I know”

But it’s the knowing that makes all the difference.

“It’s a bit different when it’s someone you know”

So, for his life, what price are you willing to pay?

What if it was “one life... against the universe”?

Lastly, death is the price that all humans must pay, no matter what. As the Metatron asks at the end of S2 - “Does anyone ever ask for Death?”. But those are thoughts worthy of a future post.

Thank you to everyone at the @ineffable-detective-agency as always, but especially @lookingatacupoftea and @embracing-the-ineffable for their feedback on this post.

[1] Nussbaum, M., & Pellegrino, E. D. (2008). Human dignity and bioethics: essays commissioned by the President's Council on Bioethics. JAMA, 300, 2922.

[cringemesstickles]

Sleeping On The Job

(TickleTober Day 9: Wake Up!)

Summary: Dean is sleeping while Sam does all the research.

Word Count: 1187

A/N: I wrote this while on call with some friends and it’s kinda messy… I’m also not used to doing lee!Dean, but I’m trying to get more used to it :D

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Sam’s eyes were already threatening to close as they tried to stay focused on the words.

It had only been a few hours into their research session and the younger Winchester already felt like beating himself over the head just to get a few seconds of rest. If they could just figure out WHAT they were hunting, they could track it down, kill it, and be on their merry way. He just had to stay awake…

Despite his weariness, the youngest Winchester forced himself to stay conscious, flipping page after page like he had no other choice. Then, he saw it. Or rather he read it…

His eyes lit up with relief. He slammed his hands on the table and propped himself up, all sleepiness leaving his body as the words sunk in. He was eager to tell his older brother, who had been researching in an armchair on the other side of the room.

“Hey, get this! So, the campers heard their friends call-” He paused when he heard a snore on the other side of the room.

“Dean?” He called, but he didn’t receive an answer.

His gaze wandered from the table to the small living area. Sure enough, Dean was comfortably reclined, his head tipped back against the chair as he snored.

The younger Winchester’s expression instantly morphed into a scowl.

Typical… of course Dean was sleeping instead of ACTUALLY helping for once.

“Dean.” Sam grumbled, only to receive no response.

Dean was out cold, his jaw slack and mouth wide open. The sight boiled Sam’s blood a bit. His brother was over there napping while he broke his back searching for answers to their mystery.

His eye twitched and he tried again. “Dean!”

But Dean just continued to snore, unbothered by his brother’s calls.

That was the final straw.

Sam got out of his chair, the legs screeching against the wooden floors, though that didn’t seem to disturb Dean’s rest either.

If his brother wanted to be a lazy pain, then Sam would just have to teach him a lesson. He casually pattered over, not bothering to tiptoe since the hunter didn’t seem to be waking any time soon.

When he reached the elder’s destination, he took one last look at the sleepy expression before making his move…

“WAKE UP!!” He shouted as he dug his fingers into the older man’s ribcage, wiggling between the bones and showing no mercy.

If nothing else woke him, the tickling sure did. The shorter hunter shot up and flailed like a fish out of water, his eyes widening to the size of dinner plates as his sleep was rudely interrupted.

“SAMMY?! W-WHAT THE HEHEHELL?!”

Dean barked, arching his back and shoving at his brother’s hands. The reaction was more than satisfying to Sam.

“Seriously? Thought you could just sleep through the research and leave it all to me?” Sam huffed.

The tickling was relentless and sudden, giving the older Winchester no time to adjust to the sensations. He was barely awake and he was already screeching like a banshee… Sam could’ve at least had the decency to start with a less ticklish spot. His little brother could be such an ass… unlike him, who napped and let the younger do all the boring work.

“DAMMIT, SAMMY! STOHOHOP!!”

The younger brother let out a snort, enjoying having the upper hand. He should sneak attack his brother more often…

scribbling up to Dean’s armpits and scratching at the hollows. The change in spots tore a frantic shriek from the older man’s throat.

“Are you kidding?! I have so much revenge I need to catch up on!” Sam grinned, scribbling up to Dean’s armpits and drilling his thumbs into the sensitive hollows. The change in spots tore a frantic shriek from the older man’s throat.

It took almost as much effort to look annoyed as it did to stay awake.

How was he supposed to stay irritated when his big brother’s wailing laughter was echoing off the walls like that?

“You deserve every second of this, jerk!” He exclaimed, no longer able to keep the grin off his face. Sure, he was still pretty ticked, but he definitely felt some relief flowing through him as his fingers scurried up and down Dean’s sides, over his stomach, and up to his armpits again.

But then Sam decided he wanted to hear his brother REALLY scream… he deserved it after all.

The elder could feel the taller’s nimble fingers scampering down his flanks and hovering threateningly in one spot… just above his hips.

Dean’s eyes widened and his flushed cheeks went pale.

“S-Sammy, you wouldn’t…” He muttered, a shiver shooting down his spine as his eyes latched onto his hips as if watching them would keep them safe.

There was almost a pleading look in his gaze…

Sam gave a cheeky grin. He would almost look sweet and innocent if he weren’t threatening Dean’s most ticklish spot.

“Oh…” He smirked, raising his hands and raising them so they floated right above the bones.

“I would.”

With that, he latched onto his brother’s hips, drilling into the divots and shooting electric sparks through his body. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t flinch at the frantic yell, followed by loud, boisterous cackles.

“SAMMY, YOU SONOVA BIHIHITCH!!!” Dean bucked his hips and kicked his legs, shoving at his brother’s hands and doing whatever he could to save his horribly ticklish hips from the torment.

Sam snorted, continuing the playful torture. “You shouldn’t really be name-calling in this position…”

“SUCK A- OH MY GOD, STOHOHOP!!!”

As the vengeful attack went on, Sam felt a sense of justice… he also felt far less annoyed.

Eventually, Dean was wheezing and gasping for breath, so Sam decided to have mercy. He pulled his hands away and gave a smug smirk, crossing his arms and sitting on the couch.

“I don’t wanna hear you bitching about my little naptime after that whole debacle…” The elder grumbled, wiping a hand over his face.

The younger hunter simply rolled his eyes and leaned into the couch.

“Whatever… can you just try to help out a little more? It kinda feels like I do all the work sometimes…”

Sam’s admission made Dean feel defensive, but he could tell his brother was serious… was he really that bad? He couldn’t help but feel a bit guilty.

He gave a reassuring smile. “Yeah… sure, Sammy.”

“Wait- really?” Sam asked, shocked. He expected Dean to fight back more…

Dean nodded, giving his brother a pat on the shoulder.

“Yeah… I guess I was being a bit of a jerk. But that doesn’t mean you’re not a little bitch for tickling the crap outta me.” He smirked.

The younger hunter blinked before accepting the situation. His brother was ACTUALLY taking responsibility for once.

“Well, anyway… I found out what we’re up against.” He said with a proud expression, sitting up straighter as he prepared to share his findings.

Dean raised a brow before leaning back, giving Sam the floor. “Alright… shoot away, Sammy.”

With a confident grin, Sam leaned forward…

“So get this…”

[deepspaceclawstation]

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Position of Z dependent on whether you pronounce it Zee() or Zed[]

Rearrange the alphabet in a way that feels correct to you:

ABDTPCGZEFILHJOUVNMRSKQWYX

[cupidzome]

i think that everyone can tell now that i like seeing stainmight domestic & happy — so instead of posting more random art i'm gonna elaborate on my stainmight domestic au , & i'll probably have to tag it later!

im just yapping about how chizome survived, their living situations, what they do, & how they get together

my askbox is open too (ineed more excuses & ideas of what to write for them since my pen cannot always move) !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

first of all, how chizome survived!

i imagine that chizome was dead for a while. maybe an hour or two, but people had rushed to toshinori's aid and he demanded they get stain from where he was blasted up by afo. and though he was pronounced dead on the scene, toshinori begged for them to do whatever they could to at LEAST see if he could be brought back.

and lo and behold, chizome was very very narrowly brought back. he was in a coma & he has lasting damages on his body (and his psyche from how mad he was when he woke up in the hospital) but he's alive!

(ive got a writing draft on this part,,)

second, living situations.

chizome was placed in an ERC (Enriched Residential Care) for his injuries and for his mental state. toshinori has an apartment that's close to ua, that he bought when he first decided to start teaching there. close but far enough so that if he's found and attacked, ua won't be in any danger y'know? something something a metaphor for how he distanced himself in almost all parts of life in order to keep others safe

when chizome is cleared to leave, he'd start living with toshinori though so toshinori is no longer alone!

i didnt wanna place chizome with toshinori immediately, because 1) i LOVE slowburn and 2) i think both toshinori and chizome have respective personal problems that they need to deal with; jamming a guy who's used to being isolated but wants to connect with other people's feelings and feel 'useful' and 'normal' — with a guy whos used to being isolated and carefully keeps multiple parts of him under wraps to solely present himself as a villain and someone unredeemable — MIGHT not go the best way. toshinori tries to connect with him on a deeper level out of guilt for chizomes devotion towards him almost causing his death (haha almost), and chizome rejecting it all and centering himself on toshinori because he's got nothing else to live for... great angst but thats NOT what im going for.

third, what they do!

i sincerely doubt that a hero gave chizome that glider he had, and with the special shaping of his swords and his do-it-yourself attitude, i imagine chizome as a mechanic if he's got a job (he'd want to provide for himself & toshinori obviously). he's gone a step up from gas station cashier!

and i imagine toshinori is still a teacher (but he's gone to college and began to lean towards history teachings) at yuuei, as a freshman teacher because his attitude and teachings really help the newest students. he'd LOVE working with izuku, in fact, i know he jumped for joy seeing that young midoriya was his coworker (and then cried because young midoriya was his COWORKER not his student)

fourth, how they get together!

i imagine that they were still in-contact with each other but extremely busy. not in a 'we dont talk anymore!' way but in a 'bakuman-esque; they encourage each other to work on themselves for the goal of living happily ever after with each other, and text nightly!'

and when chizome is released from care, he gets to have an apartment near toshinori! and that's when they fall deeper into love with each other. first phase was getting attached to ech other due to the stress of war, second phase was properly sliding into a relationship due to truly learning about each other!

i can already imagine chizome and toshinori both going 'i'll work extra hard for the next week, so i've got no work to do when it's time for me and him to go on a proper date!' and chizome waiting patiently for toshinori all bundled up in the winter (he ends up giving toshinori his scarf out of concern but then they BOTH start sniffling).

its a really cutesy au, but chizome will NEVER not be some degree of unhinged. whenever toshinori is in danger or he sees something bad happening, whatever is in his hand becomes a weapon. in fact — toshinori goes running off to danger first, and chizome outlaps him

theyre just TOO sweet together,, i love you stainmight/toshizome

[blubushie]

im gonna be real with you i do NOT know what vegemite is what is that

On a literal level, it's yeast extract.

Remember how I said Aussies love beer? In order to make beer you need yeast. It's a whole bloody process, but the gist is that when you're done brewing the beer, you get a bunch of leftover yeast. This is normally completely useless, but in 1902 a German bloke named Justus von Liebig came up with the bright idea of "Wait, instead of wasting the yeast, why don't we just eat it?"

"That's a stupid idea because it tastes terrible and no one would eat it," everyone said, but von Liebig wouldn't be deterred! So he slapped some spices in there for flavouring and bam, edible yet still disgusting yeast extract.

The poms liked this idea and as poms are wont to do, they stole it. Branded it Marmite, and shipped it out to Commonwealth countries around the world.

That worked out all fine and dandy until WWI hit and the poms suddenly found themselves in desperate need to conserve this wonderful (ech) source of Vitamin B. They saved it for the troops only. Most of the breweries were shut down in the war and converted into munitions productions and depots, so for a time Marmite was merely a ghost of the past for civilians.

Until the Aussies came along.

"Oi!" some bloke said to some other bloke, "It's been a year since the war ended. Where's our fuckin' Marmite?" But alas, his longing went unanswered.

So he said fuck all that noise and decided "Well, fuck the poms, we'll make the shit ourselves!"

So they did. Fred Walker, (a M*lburnian, ech) decided to hire a bloke called Cyril Callister to figure out how the fuck the poms made Marmite, and instead make something even better.

And, as Aussies love our beer, he turned to Calton & United Brewery, who happens to be the brewery WHAT MAKES VICTORIA BITTER. (It's a conspiracy, do you understand?) They also make Foster's, but we don't discuss fucking FOSTER'S on this blog.

So he took yeast extract, mixed it with TOO MUCH FUCKING SALT, added some celery and onion extract, and bam: breakfast tar! Then he gave his daughter--WHO WAS NAMED SHEILAH--the job of naming the new, better Marmite. And she went "Well, there's veggies in there, innit?" And he just nodded. "Call it vegemite."

AND SO VEGEMITE WAS BORN.

It hit the market in 1923, immediately failed, and in 1928 went under a rebrand of "Parwill" ("Because if Marmite [ma might] then Parwill [pa will]) and this didn't last long--it was changed back to Vegemite in 1935.

In 1925 Fred Walker helped found Kraft, an American company (Kraft cheese, anyone?) So Walker used Kraft's newfound success to promote Vegemite. This... actually worked, surprisingly. In 1939 the British Medical Association officially backed Vegemite as a great source of Vitamin B, and when WWII hit, it was included in civilian rations across the country. By the late 1940s, Vegemite was found in 9/10 Australian homes.

And it stuck. Its billionth jar was sold in 2008, and in 1984 it was the first-ever product to be electronically scanned in an Australian checkout.

We're all happy little Vegemites!

[bibaybe]

WBW - for an OC you haven't yet told us about (enough for your liking xD)

B A S I C S

full name: nikhil kothari

gender: cis man

sexuality: bisexual king!

pronouns: he/him

O T H E R S

family: dad - rahul kothari, mom(deceased) - natasha kothari, younger brother - arjun kothari

birthplace: L.A.

job: student/occasional front desk/s4- music producer in training

phobias: spiders, flying, needes

guilty pleasures: watching reality tv - keeping up w the kardashians is his favorite

M O R A L S

morality alignment?: chaotic neutral

sins - lust/greed/gluttony/sloth/pride/envy/wrath

virtues - chastity/charity/diligence/humility/kindness/patience/justice

T H I S - O R - T H A T

introvert/extrovert: introvert

organized/disorganized: disorganized

close minded/open-minded: open-minded

calm/anxious: calm

disagreeable/agreeable: disagreeable

cautious/reckless: reckless

patient/impatient: impatient

outspoken/reserved: reserved

leader/follower: leader

empathetic/unempathetic: unempathetic

optimistic/pessimistic: pessimistic

traditional/modern: modern

hard-working/lazy: hard-working

R E L A T I O N S H I P S

otp: nikhil/logan

ot3: nikhil is too jealous to ever be in a poly relationship lmao

brotp: nikhil&cordy

notp: nikhil/cordy - they're amazing friends, but they'd kill ech other if they ever tried dating

[global-broadcast-network]

The slugcat drops into the can and starts sniffing around…

DA: oh! My you are quite the curious creature

Ech slowly approaches, placing himself between tempest and Aqua, sniffing at them

DA: do not worry, Ech is tame

It pauses, inspects Ech, before continuing its search

DA: what are you looking for friend? Are you looking for the other green creature? Are you friends? Family?

It looks up at her

T: Have you seen it?

Aqua looks surprised, bouncing back slightly

DA: you can speak?!

T: yes, now have you seen the 'green one', it's trail seems to end here.

Aqua moves over, picking Tempest up and inspecting them, she holds them in a gentle restraint, not trying to hurt, but not letting them go either

DA: oh my stars this is unprecedented! How on earth did you learn this? Is it a mark of some kind or has your species evolved? No wonder the other one was so hell bent on getting here!

Tempest squirms in her arms

T: hey-! Put me down, I am not some pet! I have an important job to do-!

she places them down

DA: oh I am - I am sorry, I am not used to visitors and suddenly all this? I - I got ahead of myself. My name is Deep Aquarium, what is yours?

T: Tempest. Now can we get back to business, we do not have time for chit chat. The green creature, where'd it go from here?

she furrows her brow

DA: I - I do not remember… my structure, my memories - Your friend must have left during a structure failure of mine. Come to think of it, one of my leviathans also went missing recently, somehow ended up in twisting weave, near the industrial zone … poor thing. Why are you looking for them?

T: It's a dangerous creature, and I'm charge of stopping it before it does more damage.

DA: more … ? You are not saying that it was the one that killed Epithet, are you?

T: Ascension is our job. I'm just here to fight fire with fire.

DA: Our? Oh no no no no I am so sorry please do not kill me - I am not ready please!

T: relax. I do not intend to follow in its footsteps that closely.

DA: I - I need to tell Shadows about this

T: sure, whatever, just… I need a ride down South. Can you do that?

DA: I can, but not along the direct path that was taken before, my missing leviathan still has not returned and I do not want to lose another

[kmp78]

REVIEW:

*Heavy on the old(er) songs which is probs a major 👍 for the old(er) fans.

*Lord Leto DEFFO lipsynched and it was particularly clear on UITA (his mic was nowhere near his mouth and still the "singing" continued) and Seasons.

*His voice completely fell apart towards the end of the show (and he still kept "abusing" it). 🤦🏼‍♀️

*THREE DIFFERENT THINGS CHANGED HIS LIFE. 🙄

*"You in the WHITE shirt get down..." 👍🤍

*"Has anybody heard of an album called This Is War?" 🙃

*Nana was summoned on stage with emergency Panna. 💦

*Sloth was as useless as expected.

*Stevie did his job as expected.

*Eche VIP pit seemed to have about ~10 people.

*Spesh friend VIP pit seemed to have only a handful of whoevers. 🤷🏼‍♀️

*Bitchred said in earlier gigs he has asked for more confetti on stage, and now he got more and it was too much. 😭🫅

*No cowboy hat. 😡

[hunterwritesstuff]

Have u done Bruce?

I HAVE NOT YET

Pre-fall of studio:

Hunter: "Failure. Keep quiet."(Tension)

Sammy: "Go back to church."(Tension)

Joey: "I'm sorry for my son bothering you so often."(Tension)

Rebecca: "My beloved daughter. She does as she's told."(Family)

Marcy: "Why are you still mourning?"(Loved?)

Susie: "A pretty lady with a pretty voice."(Neutral)

Tom: "THAT SCREWDRIVER LANDED IN MY LEG, YOU DICK!!!! WHY DON'T YOU SEE HOW HARD IT IS TO RAISE CHILDREN YOURSELF?!?"(Hated)

Allison: "Please keep your husband under control..."(Tension)

Wally: "Raise your broom to me one more time, see where that gets you."(Tension)

Kenneth: "Go back to radio."(Tension)

John: "Not surprised you got this job. Seems easy enough for you."(Tension)

Henry: "I am so sorry you have to tolerate my son so much..."(Tension)

Norman: "You don't have to coddle him, you know."(Tension)

Bertrum: "An...interesting man."(Tension)

Lacie: "Hm. How interesting."(Tension)

Mary: "I...didn't know women could wear pants."(Tension)

GENT(The company): "A good company."(Friendly)

Barley(Hunter's bio dad): "Why does she still love YOU?"(Tension)

Grant: "Pathetic."(Tension)

Shawn: "Hmph."(Tension)

Betty: "Such an attitude."(Tension)

Post-fall of studio:

Hunter: "Never trust a boy to do his father proud."(Hated)

Sammy: "Failure."(Tension)

Joey: "A man who broke under pressure."(Tension)

Rebecca: "Why are you looking for that whore of a boy?"(Tension)

Marcy: "...you're telling me to get out? YOU'RE telling ME to GET OUT?!?"(Tension)

Susie: "Ech."(Tension)

Tom: "A dying dog on his last legs."(Tension)

Allison: "Fallen angel."(Tension)

Wally: "No more broom attacks."(Tension)

Kenneth: "Deserved."(Tension)

John: "Head's up."(Tension)

Henry: "Should've just left him when you had the chance."(Tension)

Norman: "Oh GOD."(Feared)

Bertrum: "Trapped in his own creation."(Tension)

Lacie: "Consumed by your fear."(Tension)

Mary: "PUT A SHIRT ON."(Tension)

GENT(The company): "Why didn't you contain all of this?"(Tension)

Barley(Hunter's bio dad): "He doesn't deserve your help."(Tension)

Grant: "Coward's way out."(Tension)

Shawn: "Always a toy."(Tension)

Betty: "Why did you come back to the studio?"(Tension)

[ckstufff]

Random Shipping Thoughts

Not being a hater or nothing, but I can't get myself to gel with Striker x Stella. I GET it in a sense of "oh look, the straight and 'villain/evil' version of Blitz x Stolas," or height difference/big/tall woman fetish. But it comes across as forced, considering it would require completely disregarding both characters, their beliefs, and their experiences. 

Striker, being someone who has a vendetta against the high classes because of their treatment towards the bottom classes and an implied traumatic past. He would be too firm in his ways to violently offended to even suggest the idea of him being some "rebound/I'm getting over my separation" piece or fling. Much less to Stella, who is outright hostile and disregards Imps, including himself. I wouldn't be surprised if Striker put her in his mental black/shitlist as a client for calling off a hit he was right in the middle of and undermining his job while doing so. That entire phone call exchange and his response to it tell pretty much that. Besides, he doesn't need much of an outside force or even money to want to kill Stolas. He knows and experiences Stolas being an abusive douche in both of their encounters. 

And Stella, she's even more outright racist and as abusive towards Imps as Stolas. After the deal with Stolas' cheating, I can only see her hating Imps more because now they're disgraceful "homewreckers" too. As someone who values their status, why on earth would she "degrade" herself by not only pursuing an Imp, but a blue-collar country Imp?? She'd be too disgusted to even use him as a toy like Stolas does with Blitz. And if she ever attempted, Striker would point-blank slash her throat/shoot her in the head 'cuz heck no he's not going to be someone's living sex toy. Consequences be damned at that point, he'd be happier dead.  

I guess that's what puts me off to the ship and makes it an "ech" NOTP. In order for it to work, you can't actually have Striker or Stella being Striker or Stella. And by that point, why not just create your own OCs that would fit in that desired dynamic or an OC that would be more attractive/desirable for either Striker or Stella. But again, I believe the ship is not about the characters and more about the *aesthetic* or *perceived symmetry.* Cuz it's poetry

[anotherdaveyjacobs]

More Davey things David was never popular he answered questions and studied hsrd he was good at school but that was expected. Encouraged. Les was okay but more interested in other things. Sarah was a girl so if they can only send one kid to college david will probably be best choice considering all factors and can maybe help get they out of poverty/lower class. It doesn't endear the other students to him.

Davey is protective he doesn't care so much for himself but if you threaten his friends or family he will throw down in like two seconds

Davey is patient he will teach the younger newsies to read which leads to some of the older newsies nervously asking if he'd do math and stuff with them and david is struck and a bit angry after a few lessons because they're sooo smart. And of course he didn't think they were dumb but these lessons proved of they were given a chance they were capable of amazing things.but people didn't give poor orphans anything except scathing looks or worse or if they were lucky pity money and it burned David up inside because they deserved so much better. These kids were ech spectacular he'd be dammed if they fell thru the cracks of society. He would make they'd habe jobs somehow even if he singlehandedly had ti figure it out alone. They may have not been his to start with but these boys were his forever now.

In conclusion (fir now) David is ride or die for the newsies

yes yes yes so much yes

Davey loves his newsies!!!

I love Davey teaching them the things he learns in school, bc they're street smart but they've never had the opportunity to go to school (or maybe some had to drop out to support their families but want to keep learning)

Davey bringing his school books to the lodging house and holding classes

Or writing in the margins of a newspaper if he can't find blank paper (or he gives his blank paper to Jack so he can have a clear canvas to draw)

[ukiyowi]

Hello i here for your free reading, my inicials are S.B

Emoji that represent me 👑

My question is my future self career and love?

Hi love! You've sent two questions but it's fine I'll just pull one card for ech

- Future career: Three of Swords, as of now your future self may be having difficulties with their work-life and be unhappy in the place they are, this could be related to not getting along with people or the management style, or not getting the job you wanted.

- Love: The star, the star for love represents hope and joy, your future self may have met someone that they're hopeful is their soulmate, your future self is lucky in love and will be meeting a lot of great people and won't have the need to settle for anyone