#Machete has a long history of getting the shit kicked out of him

[canisalbus]

I'd like to say that I love your art but never really saw the older stuff where Machete is just getting the shit kicked out of him by a homophobic universe so I only know your cute gay dogs as operatically dramatic dudes getting into Situations that only homosexuality can save them from.

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[thatgirlinskullz]

random SPOILER thoughts on The Book of Boba Fett S1 Finale... ****SPOILERSS****

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that was... STAR WARS. 💖💖💖

that was.... everything....

that was SO FKIN AWESOME I CANNOT PUT INTO WORDS... 💖💖

yeah, it didn't make me emotional like seeing Ahsoka interact with Luke.. but goddamn was it a fkin exciting, incredibly well done episode!!

seeing everyone come together.. everyone play a part.. it was just... *chef's kiss

i honestly love how it's so apparent that Boba's not young anymore... they show it with the amount of times he falls XD and his movements are slower, there was no way he could have beaten Cad Bane in a western-style duel... BUT that doesn't mean he can't kick some ass, and boy did he!

the Boba+Mando teamup shootout was definitely a highlight, and thinking of Robert Rodriguez's background with the Mexico trilogy, it just makes sense it was so fun and well done. the teamwork, how they covered each other, every bit of it was just fun and creative and looked good as hell. plus both of them using the jetpacks was the icing on the cake. 💖

a minor issue i had was Grogu just showing up, not actually seeing him make the decision. and you know.. i kiiinda wanted him to stay with Luke a bit longer.. idk. i'm conflicted.. but i do love that R2 brought him. and every scene with Grogu is a showstealer.. i mean come on, he is adorable. and even more powerful than before..

the way he takes the droid apart?! the way he calms down the Rancor?! it's just.. mm soo GOOD! the fact that he already has this connection to animals is amazing. and it just reinforces the idea that jedi could connect to various creatures through the force.. and i LOVE that bit so fkin much.

Grogu curling up next to the Rancor was the single cutest thing i've seen in Star Wars (anytime recently), i was just soo cute!! 😭😭😭💖

also, the Rancor was fkin awesome to watch throughout. i was calling them "baby" because i did not want to see them hurt. i did not want to see the one and only Rancor we have die! what would happen to space Machete if he lost his baby Rancor?! but also, i love Rancor, i think they're fkin amazing creatures...

the bit with the Rancor climbing the tower, all King Kong style was both hilarious and a very welcome nod to Kong. i loved it. the way it held Mando was just funny cuz he was being the damsel in distress XD

also, BOBA RIDING THE RANCOR!!!?!!! IT ACTUALLY HAPPENED, HELLOO?!!! did not think we'd get to see it, but here we are! 😭💖

speaking of Boba, his standoff with Cad Bane.. wow.. there's so much there... i know Bane doesn't give a shit about anyone but himself but damn i had a feeling that he might actually like Boba and not want to kill him? like he was hesitating a bit, battling with their past together, since they did work together, he did know Jango.. there's a LOT of history there. so i kinda felt like Bane had juuust a teeeny bit of humanity in him this time?! maybe?! idk.. but damn the way it ended.. Boba using his Tusken staff to end it... just SO GOOD!!! also... did not think we would actually have Bane die.. idk, he's like a cockroach, always makes it out, you know? tho.. the thingy did beep on his chest, does that mean he's still alive? did it signal to Todo to come and help him?! what does it mean?!!! i cannot believe he died.. (yes i know he was impaled in the chest but come on... )

AND the best part about this entire episode?! THE PYKES FINALLY HAD THEIR ASSES HANDED TO THEM!!! they've been such a vile presence in the Galaxy for so damn long, and FINALLY they got what they deserve! (well... a small portion of it). damn, i loved seeing them all fall, especially their "leader" -- cuz let's face it, that's not the leader-leader.. it was just the leader on Tatooine.. so yeah the Pykes are not fully gone, thy are still a menace on the Galaxy, and i hate them with every fibre of my being. so it was so goddamn good seeing them fall for once..

thank you Fennec Shand for doing the dirty work and getting rid of both the Pyke leader and the fkin traitors of Tatooine. thank you. you are majestic and beautiful and i love you! 💖

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honestly, that was a perfect finale for me, for what The Book of Boba Fett was, it was perfectly fitting. every storyline and character came together (except Cobb Vanth 😅, but he's recovering so it's okay), and they managed to conclude the story, and tie it up in a little bow. and i loved it.

and there IS still potential for a s2 with Boba ruling Tatooine, doing odd jobs, maybe finding some Tusken survivors..maybe a surviving clone here or there? maaaaybe a family reunion with Omega? or these characters can just show up in later Mando-related properties and i am very happy with either of those options.

i am very biased, but i loved The Book of Boba Fett! and i am very happy it exists.

i love Star Wars... and i cannot wait to see what's next.

[thats-a-real-mood]

1.)Supernatural cast interviews

2.)Supernatural 15x20 live blogging

Start here for #1

The road so far.. sad and so many memories

So far a giant recap with the actor past and present.

Wow Mary’s death

Dads on a hunting trip...and he hasn’t been home in a few days

So far 3 min and it’s one of the promos and the starting point.

The Winchester brothers

The Junkyard dog

Bobby was there dad in all but blood.

The brotherly love

So far I was correct about the first half was just a interviews things with the actors and not part of the actual episode.

I wish it really would have been a true 2 hour episode. They could have keep the interviews as an extra or as a 3rd hour.

Earth angels

Here is Anna

“You can have angels, just make them dicks.”

Monster moments

King of the Crosswords

“Making our enemy’s our friends”

“Crowleys the creepy uncle you avoid at thanksgiving.”

Angel in disguise

“He is the third brother.” -Jensen

“Finding love and acceptance in a human family” -Misha

The Power of Myth

Supermeta

Brought up French mistake

Changing channels

Scoobynatural

Heart & soul

Baby

Distinguished Guests

The Voice of God

SpellBound

The Greater Good

Rising son

Courage under Fire

Resurrection

Last supper

I fucking hate John Winchester

So far nothing about destiel has been mentions and this first part is almost over. So either they are gonna give us more in the actual episode or nothing.

Team Free Will

The Final episode

Misha hoping we feel satisfied with this episode.

“The people we really have to satisfy is us, the writers, and these characters.”

This makes me worried for our destiel finale

Everyone is making things feeling satisfing and making me feel guilty. If we don’t get the ending we want, they at least want to know how hard they worked but we still are very iffy with this.

2 mins this the episode.

Start here for #2 (episode time)

-Back of the car shot and the end shot of previous episodes. Love that.

-dean got a dog and has at least 5 bottles of alcohol in his room.

Sam have a run. Being domestic and stuff (trying to keep going with everything and not think about it?)

Sam kicking the washer for the noise

>okay so the montage was very domestic and nice but underwhelming tbh

Title card-

Okay driving up and dean crying. This is his “destiny.....”

Pie feast

He’s crying and Sam is sad at seeing a happy family.

Here’s the pie promo

Cas,Jack (first mention) chick flick moment

Sam puts pie in deans face and background guy laughs

Oh shit. Shadow in window. First five minutes of supernatural. Ooo nvm he dead

Face mask guys

Creepy mask dude

Kids gonna get pulled out from under the bed

Yep I was right

-singer and kripke were the alias’s

Tree scene

Vamp mimes... wow dean

Oh shit again

Damn dean just off with the head. No checking. And Sam just shot the dude. Knee and assuming the head.

Headshot so it is a vamp?

Wow I forgot how psychopathic these brothers are. Hunting knife or a head chop?

We are now at the barn.

Aw let dean have this throwing star

This does not look like the barn that cas come to in season 4

2 vs 4 they gonna lose. Wow there’s that promo shot.

>Almost twenty minutes in and only one mention of cas. We did have that blue tie of cas’s that dean wore but like? Does that actually count?

>This seems like it’s just gonna be another filler episode that supernatural does.

Kool machete fight

Wow a chick vamp?

Jenny? That “vamp” they saved? Gonna have to research her again? Wasn’t she the one that they tried to keep from vamping?

Shit I saw that stab thing being out of the wall and then dean got pushed onto it.

Dean is gonna die. Are you kidding me?! Your gonna leave Sam all alone after EVERY THING THEY JUST WENT THROUGH?!

Please don’t do this. No dean don’t.

>30 more minutes and ????

Saving people, hunting things

Please mention cas, please

Proud big brother Dean Winchester

Come on, dean. Aw man mentioning the Woman in White

He was so scared of being told to leave or die by Sam.

Man come on. Your pulling a jack now. First cas, then jack and now dean is gone.

Wow you get a great morning and then bam

He’s gone.

>No mention of cas? Thirty/twenty minutes left? How are they ending this?

>I don’t understand. They said there wasn’t gonna be any ambiguity about their love..? I’m Confused.

>did I miss something?

Sam is giving dean his hunter funeral with deans dog..

Wow this is so different compared to this earlier morning montage

The table shot with the carved names

Sam wandering to deans room..

Who is calling dean?

Agent bonjovie?

Oh another case.

Life goes on? He’s just gonna take the case? Werewolf?

>twenty minutes left and we just saw the lights go off in the bunker...

Okay wtf deans alive?

Heaven?

AHAHAHAHEKENE BOBBY!!!

Omfg jack saved Bobby?????

Akejeijwebwj this is what I wanted!! The hunters and eveyone dean loves being together in heaven. Ash and Pamela, the ROADHOUSE, cas??? What? How did cas help? What?

Almost perfect? Sam? Coming up here? To heaven? Cas? Whooo??

Everything u want or could ever dream? Find cas? Ride in baby?

>10 minutes

Carry on is playing

Sam had a child and named him dean..?

Who?

He got out of the life!

Sam with his child....

>You did Sam dirty making him look old like that. Wth kind of wig is that????

>Did they even bother with some makeup to make him look older? It’s literally Jared in a grey wig that remind me of spirit Halloween or Walmart Halloween wigs.

Sams child with the demon tattoo. Does his child know of monsters or just cause his dad has it did Sam do it as a precaution?

Wow

“Dean. It’s okay. You can go now”

“Dad. It’s okay. You can go now.”

Carry on my wayward son cover is beautiful

>come on please give us something of destiel? A bridge scene? A confession here? Please??

Sams in heaven now and literally cas and jack was only mentioned twice.

>extremely disappointed but not surprised tbh.

>the thank you at the end is nice.

>why was I expecting and hoping and wanting for this for so long and I’m honestly so tired that they couldn’t give us this small thing. This could have gone down in tv history if they have given a resiprical confession from dean but they just.... couldn’t.

So last episode: a good heaven for dean, with Sam got to love old and got o and named his child dean. aTLEAST IT WASNT CAS. Total of TWO mentions to Cas And jack.

[slashingdisneypasta]

Hi, could you consider? Jason Voorhees x reader thing where the reader was Jasons friend before he died and now they visit the camp every year to pay their respects on the aniversity of his death and they sorta rekindle their friendship after a while?

I tried to go with big events or staples in Jason’s life ^^ But my knowledge of Friday the 13th movies is… a bit limited… my bad.  I hope you like it anyway!! I hope its what you wanted ^^

1958 (Reader and Jason are like, 12 here): 

When I… saw him, I was scared. At first. Not of him exactly, I don’t think at least, but of the entire situation. He was supposed to be dead, and things that are alive after that are never showed in a sweet light. Vampires, zombies, ghosts.

But then he held my hand like he always would and gently lead me to his old cabin, where apparently, he was still living. I felt happy, I gave him the picture I drew him, and he smiled at me. I thought he could come home with me now, and everything would be okay! But… something was different about it all. His hands were always cold, but now they felt freezing. He spoke even less then he used to, as well. And the cabin was dirty, and he couldn’t possibly live here comfortably.

And then, I asked him to come back with me and mum. “Its okay! Jason, now we can go back home, and you won’t have to live here! We can still be friends! I’ve missed you.”

He gives me a tiny smile back, but awkwardly pulls his icy hand away from me. Shaking his head, he steps back and sits on his mother old bed. Which is mouldy and where the sheets to be white, are brown now. So, I don’t sit with him. “I… can’t go… “

My heart sinks, because of something worse than disappointment. “But… you can’t live here!” There’s no food, or clean water, or proper shelter! And… no parents. The idea is insane!

I watch while his fingers clench into the mattress his mother used to sleep on, and feel a dull, slow realisation dawn on me. Like when you’re three days from having to go back to school after a wonderful holiday. “M-my… my mum… “ I look up him with wide, furrowed eyes while thinking about all his changes. He died, even though its hard to believe, looking at him. The cold isn’t bothering him, in some places moss from the water still clung to him in some places, he was comfortable in this place that I couldn’t ever stay in no matter how much someone paid me. He’s changed so much… to the point where, weirdly, he fits here. And I can’t think of a thing that I could say or do to change his mind.

For the first time in my life I feel completely, wholly helpless. There’s nothing I could ever do, to… save him. His eyes are duller than they were when… we were friends… and he’s not him anymore. Even though it look, and feels like him. My friend Jason is gone.

He’s gone somewhere I can’t follow him.

1983: 

Awkwardly, I purse my lips, looking around at the forest while Jason carves into some wood, bored himself. I think that’s the piece of wood he was working on last year. “Okay… well, bye Jason.” I have been waiting for this all day! I want nothing but to leave Jason and get back to my family, the people I chose. It no longer feels like a choice to see Jason, even if it only once a year.

Its not like he makes me, its more that I force myself to come because I have my whole life since he died and if I couldn’t handle the guilt if I left him alone on his anniversary day one year. It used to be nice, when once a year my mum would drive me up and here and I would get to see my friend, even if it was different and weird. But soon enough, somewhere between high school and getting married, it became a burden. Because, really, what do we have in common?? Nothing. Why are we dragging this on, when all we have in common is history? History means very little when theirs no good memories to give it substance.

Oh… shit. Even thinking that sentence in my head felt bad. Of course, there were good memories… but its been so long since we’ve made a new one that I’ve forgotten what it felt like. What little I do remember, from when we little, feels made up. That’s how little it surfaces now.

As I pat his shoulder and get up from the porch where we were sitting for 4 hours -Four long, painful hours, - I accidentally wobble a bit and get a glimpse of the back of his head on accident. For a moment I keep going, getting to my feet and turning to walk off to my car, before I realise that what I just saw was not normal. People do not have dents like that in the back their head. Well, I mean, some people with the same condition Jason has sometimes do, but he was not born with this particular depression. I whip back around, surprising him and look shocked at him. “What the hell is that!?” He grunts, and shifts uncomfortably at that because he doesn’t talk anymore, and I soften my look a tiny bit in apology, knowing he doesn’t like swearing. “Right, sorry.” I roll my eyes. “But what is that crater in the back of your head Jason?!”

He sighs, deeply and shrugs.

“No, don’t you give me that. What is it? You bang your head on a branch or something??”

Not sure how a branch would make that kind of dent, but, it works to get the ball rolling. Maybe he’ll think the idea is so ridiculous that he communicates to me what it was just to set me straight. He does think I’m kind of ridiculous.

Yea, because he’s a hobo recluse who lives in the forest all alone, so he’s wiser apparently.

I watch him roll his eyes, before thumping on away from the cabin, leaving me alone abruptly, before coming back with an axe which is… not comforting. I glance from it to him and back again a few times, and he just rolls his eyes and shakes his head again.

Then he holds it up to thoroughly show me, causing me to notice the blood on it, then touches it to the dent. Finally, he grabs my hand -his is still cold as fuck, -, and holds it to his chest. Where there’s no heartbeat.

“What?” At first, I don’t get it at all, scrunching up nose in obvious confusion.

Then… slowly… it dawns on me. I gasp. “Who hit you in the head with an axe??!” He was already pretty dead, but this is new. Can’t say I feel surprised at all that he can live without a heartbeat, seeing as he survived drowning when he was 11, but this is new, at least.

Now he’s really gone somewhere I can’t follow. And can’t relate to.

2003:

I don’t know how long I’ve been out for, but it can’t be long when I open my eyes -the word a little blurred at first. The only things I can make out being a giant dark looking thing that could be a rock looking very still and another, brighter coloured one jumping on it.

Eventually those figures turn into Jason and that fucker that slashed me, - because they’re both still there near me. As far as I can see from the fight, as I get up from the earth and leaves and little twigs and dirt drop off my clothes and the wounds across my abdomen hurt like hell, is that Freddy’s doing most of the fighting, but Jason isn’t taking much damage. Good… okay… what can I do… I think, as I look around for a weapon.

Gadzooks! It’s my lucky day. Behind them, near me, I catch sight of Jason’s machete. He must have dropped it… Works for me.

On my way over to them, watching to see if either of them notice me back up on my feet, I pick up the weapon. Luckily, I’m pretty sure they both think I’m dead. So, it’s that much sweeter when I reach them and tighten my grip on the very long, sharp sword thing. Then I grit my teeth and ram the disagreeable thing into someone even more disagreeable.

Jason watches with a sense of surprise that I’m only just able to pick up on, because I know him so well, and a tiny flutter of a smile crosses my, probably terrible looking at the moment, face. “You couldn’t get rid of me when you died, and you certainly won’t just because I do.” I say, out of breath. These two may be immortal with the freaken stamina of 30-year old’s but I, am an old woman now. And kicking ass takes a bit out of me. Being too smart to drop the machete, instead roughly pulling it out of the sweater-wearers spine and walk with a slight limp, away from the scene. God, fucking… I really, almost died just then. And it feels like it. Where’s my phone? I need a goddamn ambulance.

Freddy, still alive I’m sure - a stab in the back is not going to keep him down, but I figure it’ll handicap him enough for Jason to take a good lead, - slips to his knees and I listen to the sweet melody of him groaning in pain as I hobble over to a considerably clearer area of earth, to sit down on and assess my injuries. “Bitch… “

Serves him right, the bastard. There are three deep scratches in my stomach, thoroughly ruining my one good white shirt, and making me a little woozy due to the blood loss. I look up from them to Jason, who’s staring at me in worry instead of finishing the fight. To reassure him, I flash a bigger smile and nod, gesturing for him to go on. “I’m fine, Jason. It’s okay. I’ll be waiting right here when you’re done.”

“Yeah- Hockey Puck -Fight hard for your girlfriend, heh heh,”

I look back down at my wounds and start thinking about what I need to do about them, ignoring the goblin completely. I hear a terrible, raspy gasp and then some screaming, and I know Jason’s thrown Freddy somewhere again.

An hour later, I’ve watched the teenagers leave, the group now cut cleanly in half and wait patiently, anxiously for Jason to come back too. The longer I wait, the worse I feel. dread fills up every part of my body that isn’t already full with pain from my wounds and a plain, dull, aching fear and I’m suddenly struck in the face with the thought that maybe Jason won’t come back. Maybe he’ll really lose this time.

He’s never fought someone like him before. This whole time I thought he was some invincible, super monster but, what if by monster standards he’s not??

I’ve never really felt the worry I’m feeling now. Not since he drowned, the first time. All these years after I’ve just coasted along with him, visiting once a year and forgetting about him the rest. It was like a chore, like something I had to do.

But now I’m afraid to death that he’s actually gone, and I’m stuck, stewing in the fact that I care about him. He’s an old friend, I love him. He can’t… he can’t die first. I’m the weak human!

I can’t believe I’m only realising this now. What an absolute idiot.

Just as I’m pushing myself up to my feet, to go searching in the direction he went in, I hear familiar, heavy footsteps and nearly damn well cry suddenly with immense relief. I sit back down, heavily and hide my face in my knees once I’ve seen him, trudging towards me. He looks so bad, but… animated. And that’s the main thing.

Ohhhh my god…

I feel the behemoth of a zombie, familiar to me in every sense of the word, like childhood, teenage, young adult, middle aged, and every other kind of memory put into one sit down on the grass with me. I peak up at him and can’t help the smile on my lips, tugging at the corners of my lips as the sun starts to come up over Camp Crystal Lake.

Sighing in relief, I explain my reaction to his return. “You’re okay?”

He nods, and raises 5 thick fingers to my stomach in question. I take his hand in mine, instead of leaving it to hang, and it feels good. “That’s fine. I’ll be okay. Thank you for asking, Jason.”

He curls his hand around mine in turn, as I lie down on the lush green grass, and try to rest. Finally, things feel alright again.

My eyes fall gently closed. Now I’ll go somewhere he can’t follow me. He’s never been good at death.

[typicalmidnightsoul]

𝕯𝖆𝖗𝖐𝖊𝖘𝖙 𝖘𝖍𝖆𝖉𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝖇𝖑𝖚𝖊 -Chapter 1

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐭

Hogwarts AU After Feyre and Elain spot Nesta go into Borgin and Burkes with her friends they get concerned and as time goes on the inner circle realize that Nesta Archeron is indeed hiding something that may be life threatening, which is why she will not open up to anyone, and would rather face this alone. The inner circle and a very determind Cassian is not, however minding their business which puts everyone in knee deep shit.

Exquisite. She was exquisite, standing there in her robes. Well, on Nesta Archeron school uniform didn’t really look like uniform. Her skirt was more high-waisted, her jumper tucked in with no crinkles and since she hated knee high socks she work sleek black tights with black heels.  As she fixed her blue tie Cassian took his eyes off her and sat down.

Feyre came in a few minutes later and glared at the sight he was staring at down the train passage way.  They were only waiting on Mor and Amren.

“Did something happen?” Azriel inquired.

Elain and Feyre exchanged a look.

“Well…something did happen with Nesta,” Feyre began. Rhys sat up next to Cassian, Azriel lifted a brow.

“What something?” Cassian asked.

“Something a bit disturbing.”

“Care to elaborate?” Amren came in with Mor shutting the door behind them.  Feyre glanced at the door.

“Elain and I planned to meet up with Nesta at the leaky cauldron at 1 but since Elain wanted to find a gift for one of her friends younger sister’s and as we were coming out of Eeylops Owl Emporium we saw Nesta 1 hour early with Cresseida Maree and Eris Vanserra…”

Elain picked up the story, “She looked so weird, and they all did wearing all black. But that wasn’t the problem.  The problem was that they went into Borgin and Burkes.”

“What?!” Amren hissed.

“Why would Nesta Archeron need to go there?!” Cassian demanded.

“When she came out we asked her and she said Eris had business there so they tagged along.”

Cassian relaxed, “Eris Vanserra is in Slytherin and as much as I don’t like their friendship it makes sense for them to tag along.”

Feyre looked at him, her eyes hard “We would’ve believed that but the second Nesta saw us she handed a bag over to Cresseida and they both left. Leaving Nesta with us, without as much as a glance.”

They all went silent until Elain said, “It’s her life so I don’t-”

The compartment door slid open, “Elain it seems that I mistakenly put my spare Ravenclaw tie in your satchel, may I look?” Elain got out her satchel and handed it to her.

“Sure, who’s it for?”

“Cressida, she left hers at Tarquin’s.”

The atmosphere went awkward.

“Skirt got an inch shorter this year?” Cassian chuckled.

“Maybe it’s just your perverted view” she didn’t even look up.

“Or maybe you’re just an attention seeker,” Mor retorted.

“Morrigan take a long look in the mirror because according to history there aren’t any lengths you wouldn’t go to hide that pretty little secret of yours.” Mor paled at the drawling voice leaning on the doorway.

Nesta groaned, “Cat meet dog.”

“Are you Nesta’s dog then Eris?” Feyre asked, sneering.

“Well, if being Nesta’s dog means she gives me 10 times more affection than she gives you then I’ll gladly comply.”

Nesta looked up at him from her rigorous search. “Aw, thanks.”

She got the tie and ruffled Elain’s hair as she was going out only to be stopped by a tornado which pushed Nesta back into the sliver of space next to Elain.

“What the fuck is Helion doing in our compartment?” Vassa hissed.

Nesta looked utterly shocked, “I called him, why what’s wrong?”

“He has been flirting with everyone, Cresseida, Clare now he is on Thesan, Nesta kick. Him. Out.”

Eris pulled her back, allowing Nesta to get up.

“He knows, Vass. We need the information.” Vassa straightened at that only to almost topple at the jolt of the train that made Nesta fall straight into Cassian’s arms. Her honey blonde hair fell like a curtain around them. Sliver eyes met gold ones. His smirk faded.

Eris cleared his throat. Nesta jumped off him. As they went out Vassa nudged Nesta and gave her a smirk which Nesta dutifully ignored.

In Borgin and Burkes

“Ms Archeron, what a pleasure your aunt told me you’d be dropping by.”

Her voice was like a knife cutting through silk, “Hello Mr Borgin, I hope my aunt told you why.”

“No. she didn’t risk it, she feared that someone might be listening.”

“No issues,” she opened a black duffel bag and took out a black box to show a hollow flower crystal rhinestone choker.  Mr Borgin chuckled.

“Ever so sorry, Ms Archeron but I don’t buy pretty jewellery.”

Cresseida sniggered.

Nesta gave a saccharine smile to Mr Borgin.

She leaned forward and whispered, “Don’t touch her; she might put a curse on you.”

That made him stumble back. The trio snickered.

He gave her an inquiring look.

“It’s a blood-Bourne curse, and as you know it resurfaces after many generations to affect the descendants of the one originally cursed. I want you to find out who was the person originally cursed and who their descendants are.”

He nodded but asked, “Do you know what the curse is?”

She nodded, “But unfortunately I cannot tell you, nonna’s orders.”

“Ah, yes that reminds me, your grandmother has told me to give this to you.” He gave her a box. She opened it. Eris came up behind her and gave a smile that promised death.

The box had a rifle, a sniper and a machete and a note inside read,

Make sure these reach to Ms Laurent,

She will know where to plant them

You will be notified of their whereabouts the morning after you

You give them to her. Stay safe, keep your

Sisters safe.

Love Nonna.

They quickly worked, unloading the weapons and into the Burberry duffel bag. As they were leaving Cresseida got a text.

“Nesta your sisters have been following us.”

“Too late,” Eris replied as they caught sight of them at the end of the alley. Nesta handed the bag over to Cresseida.

“Put the bag in your trunk. Give it to me on the train.”

They both nodded and left without turning back

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I had 3 hours to type this, do you have 10 mins to read it?

Ok so this started as a text message to my mom, about something completely unrelated and with a totally different end point in mind. About half way through the first section I said fuck it, I've been meaning to start a blog, I've been writing shit that gets ignored on FB by "people I may know," because they see my posts and think, "Nope, fuck that. Too many words." So why not get ignored by the world? For the same reason? At least maybe if I make it accessible 7 billion people, 7 of them may read it? Or not. I don't really give a shit anymore, if I'm being honest. Ok this into has gotta outta hand so imma just paste this shit I wrote about emotions, right under this shit, about my shit, about emotions. Ready? 3...2..fuck it. Just read.

My theory is...love and happiness are the only two true human nature feelings. The only true feelings like, close your eyes say "hello" without moving moving your mouth, completely in your head. That voice you heard say "hello", like those feelings, that everyone one has when there born. I think of that "voice" as the voice of the literal driving force of our pysiscal forms. Some call it the soul, some call it the spirit; I call it the mind. I could dive deeper into that at some point but for the sake of this is probably going to be long as fuck already, and its a bit of a touchy subject for some, I'll just continue with what I started on. Those two emotions are some how...hell I don't know exactly, I'm a thinker, not a doctor (yet🤔😷) are hard wired to the Heart, I refer to them as "Heart Emotions." Other emotions are absorbed through observation and hard wired into the brain as things we observe are. These emotions include, but not limited to, anger, sadness, and maybe even fear, that one is debatable...I'll save that one for part 2 though(?)🤔I refer to these as "brain emotions."

Love and happiness are the only two emotions a fully functioning human mind is born with, period. But all the rest of the emotions (mind emotions) are picked up through observation for everyone, that's why the majority of people (I'll use the word "guppy" for sakes of labeling without and adjective because fuck adjective labels, for this group of people) basically keep to themselves, mind their business, and do their thing. Sure guppies still get mad at things, they still get upset, and they still can have "hate" rooted in emotion, but they express their emotional responses in private where the least amount of people possible are effected, for the most part, because after all is said and done their natural emotions will overpower the observational based mind emotions. Their human nature is to love but they have been taught to get angry, or whatever the case my be, so they naturally, can not bring themselves to harming anyone on purpose, whether that is psysical or emotional or whatever. When a guppy has a connection to something through both mind and heart emotions, they respond irrationally. All emotional responses are natural, its the specific emotion that it's attached to the determines the level of irrationality of said response. After all is said and done, a purely natural emotion will overpower one that's absorbed from the outside. There's a small percentage of people (I'll use tangs for these folks non-adjective label because remember 🖕adjective label) that seem to have something a little off in their mind, do crazy shit, right? I think that "thing" may be, they were born, mind emotion in their brain. (That's not redundant) That's why when those emotions are triggered they have radically irrational reactions, due to the irrational emotional response. What I mean by is purposely bringing pysiscal harm to someone that isn't trying to bring pysiscal harm to you. Both guppies and tangs vary in how much influence any emotion has on them, some people get worse colds🤒 than others, but at the end of the day natural-born emotions will overpower absorbed emotions. That's just how it is for humans in this universe (or dimension, or maybe just this planet) there's not much we can do about it. It's been the case since the beginning of time. When I look into REAL world history, it seems to me like as the access to information increased, the senseless violence and cruel shit people do to others, increases as well. It only makes sense, eventually a tang would come into some position of notarity that alot of people would listen to and believe(king, politician, mom; are all, but not all of, the examples of positions of notarity) because why wouldn't they? Its natural to take what the people we love to heart right? That's one of the irrational responses to the heart emotion love. 💥 Boom! (another topics for a different time) The result? More and more guppies absorb those mind emotions, natural only to tangs, through the expression of the irrational responses caused by them. Mostly during the adolescent years, but usually hold influence their entire lives. So if your still with me here maybe you're willing to hang with me for the summary in form of a fictional example of the spread of a mind emotion from the beginning of humanity until today, short form.

Ok so, right after the caveman days, every person alive were guppies. One day the first tang is born with the mind emotion anger. The tang is like all the guppies except his response to negative stimuli is irrational and much different than how the other guppies would respond to the same stimuli. But he doesn't bring harm to anyone because he hasn't encountered something impactful enough on the anger to cause a radical reaction. He grows up and becomes the head of the village, all the children look up to the leader, they love him, they absorb his angry responses and mimic them. They mimic them so much it becomes 2nd natural. Kinda like muscle memory. Anger in expressed in the original tang fashion would be passed on and on, for a while, mostly parent guppy to baby guppy for a while, humanity advances to a point where there are now tons of guppies in the world and a few tangs. But almost all the guppies have absorbed tang natural emotions. The start of all tang influences could all be traced back to a few individual tangs at some point but for the most part the emotion is absorbed by a guppy through observation of a guppy. Of course through time the mimiced responses may change but they're nothing serious. Then newspapers start becoming popular, a tang gets a job as a reporter. He's a great reporter and lots of people read his work, maybe even have a love for his writings. One day he's out on a farm, you know reporting on some shit. He's irritable from the time he got there. Things happen that make him more and more angry but for the sake of keeping his job he holds it in, until he gets bitten by a horse and absolutely loses it. I mean goes ape shit. Looses his fucking mind!! He makes a negative emotional connection to that horse. He hates that fucking horse. As a matter of fact he hates all fucking horses. He's going to go write in the news paper about how horses suck...all the time. He starts to even talk about how all horses should be killed. Total horse extinction. He may loose some his followers here, because who doesn't love horses? But a few guppies stick with him because they've had negative experience with horses so they're also on the "fuck horses" agenda, but maybe not all horses, just the horse that pissed them off. The "fuck (this) horse" agenda gets pretty popular and grows through over time. Then one day another tang comes along, catches wind of the "fuck horses" campaign and remembers when he was 8 years old his horse kick him in the face, fucking his shit all up. He's had this seething hatred for horses the whole time since then but now he see other people feel the same way. So what does he do? He goes on a horse head chopping spree with a machete because that's radical irrational emotional reaction, caused by his irrational emotional response to stepping in horse shit a few days after hearing about the "fuck horses" campaign. 🤔

But that's just my theory. Its probably all just bullshit. 😂✋🐴

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SHTF Zombie Apocalypse Day 7- 9

SHTF: Zombie Apocalypse

-Day 7 -

Pen drop, nothing. Starting to wonder if it’s enough noise to test for unwanted guests. With how well I’ve locked up, I don’t think it would be possible to sleep through an attempted break in. Quick check through the skylight, the gate is open...My blood runs cold. There’s no fresh mess on the ground, my Neighbors car is gone.

That asswipe left and didn’t close the gate. No zombies in the yard yet. I contemplate how much longer I actually want to stay here. Probably long enough to want the gate closed. My inner chicken shit begs to ignore the problem. I know I can’t. Not only for my sake but also the elderly people in the complex. I doubt they have gone anywhere. I double checked the living room before I enter, clear.

My heart is pounding through my chest. A string of profanities on repeat in my head. I wasn’t ready to get up close and personal with a zombie just yet, I look around at my weapon choices. Questioning whether or not I REALLY need the gate closed. I went back to the skylight and scan the gate carefully with the spotting scope to see if there’s any damage. I don’t want to go down there if there’s nothing I can do about it. The lock is missing, I can just latch it closed for now.

I’m pretty sure zombies wouldn’t know how to unlatch it, right? There is a lot of zombie lore but more questions when the situation is real and in your face. I don’t want to guess something and be wrong, will play it as safe as I can. I settle into the idea of going outside for the 1st time since everything officially happened . I grab the wrecking bar that I keep in a bucket behind my front door, unwelcome visitor deterrent.

Slow deep breaths before I open the door and scan the balcony from behind the screen door, looks ok. I move slowly, now outside, fully scanning the balcony again, making my way to the stairwell, scanning the parking area. Down the steps, across the parking area and behind the wall that holds the gate up. I give it a small test tug, the gate rolls smoothly on it’s track, so I keep the movement going until it is closed and I can latch it.

I am back up the steps and safely behind my door in no time. Pulse pounding in my ears as I slide down onto the floor. The familiar cold metal door, my barrier . I wonder how I’ll ever make it to my family. This was terrifying. How can I make it over 50 miles when 40 or so feet was that hard, with no danger in site. I know it won’t be as easy out there. I don’t want to take this on by myself.

I don’t really have any other choice at the moment. I push my larger bookshelf into the bedroom doorway to block myself in and spend the rest of the day making my pack as light and quiet as possible. Whenever I do have to go on foot, I want it to be as silent as I possibly can be.

SHTF : Zombie Apocalypse

⁃ Day 8-

Pen drop, clear. Reluctantly, I check the gate. It’s still closed. I’ve decided to go and check up on my elderly neighbors . It feels odd that they haven’t come over, zombie apocalypse or not. They aren’t shy about asking for help, milk, sugar, anything. This has been on my mind for days. It’s just going to gnaw at my brain if I don’t check in and see how they are holding up. I’ve lived here over 3 years, I can’t just turn off the part of me that cares.

I open my door slowly , the same procedure as yesterday. Checking from behind the screen, then from beyond the screen. They live at the end, I cross the shared balcony looking everywhere. When I get to their place I softly tap on the window, looking over my shoulder to make sure I am not making too much noise, tapping softly the whole time.

A heavy thud shakes the glass , the noise startles me, my attention now on the window. The hand slides down the glass, an oozy smear following the movement. I stand with my back pressing into the railing, stunned. I didn’t’t know what to expect when I came over. I thought maybe something could be wrong, but not this.

His wife emerges from behind the curtain , in the same state. They both claw at the glass, it shatters with the force. Shit-shit-shit-shit-shit!! I scramble back to my apartment nearly tripping over my own feet. I close the door just as they are stumbling through the broken window. Breathing heavy trying to recall all that I had seen. It looked like one was bitten on the arm and maybe one turned and bit the other?

The wife likes to sit outside in the sun, she may have been bitten and turned, taking a bite out of him. The shuffling of feet stirred me from my thoughts. Teeth clenched, waiting to hear where the shuffling stops. I didn’t think they were far enough through the window to see where I went. I hoped that the lore was true and they didn’t retain any memory and know where to find me.

If they were to start banging on my door, it would just bring more, the gate wouldn’t hold with much weight going against it. I take deep, slow quiet breaths and try to listen past the heartbeat pounding in my ears. The shuffling had stopped. I am trembling too much to stand up immediately , it takes a few minutes to calm down and get my legs to carry me away from the door.

With how close they are, I can’t afford to make any noise. The rest of the day is spent in the bedroom loft area. The solar cooker is my main focus, it’s something quiet. I am afraid to listen in on the radio, ‘what if the earpiece fails and the blaring alert tones catch attention?’ Unwilling to risk it. Bed time cannot come soon enough.

SHTF : Zombie Apocalypse

⁃ Day 9 -

My hand automatically reaches for the pen, feeling around for a moment before I remember it was moved yesterday. Not wanting to alert the neighbors with any level of noise, no pen drop today. I sat in the loft for a while, not ready for an up close and personal meeting with the undead . I try to visualize in my head how a zombie kill would go down. The tv shows and movies make it look so easy.

It has to be hard to crack open a skull right? Or get a clear knife shot into an eye socket? The eye socket isn’t that big. I don’t want to get bit or scratched in the process. Not that I’m 100% sure scratching will actually do anything, why risk it? I start working on ways I can protect myself, my mind wanders back to a dog attack I experienced. I had on a decent outdoors jacket, some rain protection. Hard to explain the material, but it withstood a biting German Shepard.

Don’t know off hand who would have a stronger bite force, but I know the dog had way more pointy teeth. If pointy dog teeth couldn’t penetrate, a decaying human shouldn’t be able to either right? I did end up with a small Knick in my hand from the attack but it hadn’t bled. So I pair the jacket i have with some thick no cut gloves and boots. At the very least I can prevent scratching.

For a weapon I rule out using a knife, I want more distance. I could sharpen my walking stick but would that be enough to penetrate a skull smoothly? Axes and machetes also don’t feel like great choices. A bat? How much force would it actually take to destroy a brain? Questions I’m sure I could have and should have looked up online, but my browser history would be questionable, not that I care now.

Ah-hah... my throwing knives. I never learned how to throw them, but it would make a solid makeshift spear. I get to work on modifying my walking stick, carving small grooves to keep the throwing knife in place. I try to jar it loose, doesn’t budge. Perfect. I unlock the door louder and more clumsily than I meant to, a heavy thud hits it. It had to of ripped off the screen mesh , there goes my mosquito free apocalypse...

In a smooth motion I pull open the door and jam the spear end into the smaller form. Her weight now sagging onto the screen frame her husband was much larger, he crashes through, bringing the screen door frame in with him. I barely had time to pull the spear back before he landed on me. I manage to bar the walking stick handle against his mouth, breaking some of his remaining teeth. Pus, blood and drool, pool down into a thick mess on the floor beside my head.

Getting my feet into place, I kick him off hard, back throwing the doorway. Scrambling to get to my feet, plunging the spear end into his eye socket before it can get back up. Staring at the lifeless forms, hers still in my apartment.. the smell of decomposition hits hard, I stumble over his legs to vomit off the balcony. The gate rattles. It’s just 1.. tiptoeing over limbs, I go inside and pick the cleanest spots on her clothes and pull her outside.

A moment of silence and remembrance before heading back in and locking the door behind me. I pour bleach over the gross spots on the floor. Checking over my clothes, nothing is going to feel truly clean enough. I shed my clothes, bring the gloves up to the skylight and pour bleach over the gooey spots will let them dry over night. The smell burns my nostrils for a few ours. Ebola can’t withstand bleach, whatever the zombie gunk is shouldn’t be able to either.

Before I go to bed that night, I check the skylight. The gate lurker is still there but had gone dormant. Reassuring.

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