#Sierra tagged me in this so...

[userlaylivia]

@cuddlyreader

♡ sierra’s 1.6k celebration  @elena-gilbert asked 🦋 delena dance in 1x19 or delena dance in 6x22

[lelelego]

nooo brother elijah youre so sexy don't steal my equipment hahah

[stone-stars]

okay you talk about naddpod music all the time and i love it and i want to listen to more naddpod music!!! but there's only like two albums on spotify.. where are you listening to em? is it a patreon thing?

hi! so here’s a post i made a bit ago breaking down what music has been released! there’s a few more songs out there on the patreon than just the ones on spotify, but unfortunately most songs haven’t actually been put anywhere outside of playing in the background of the podcast.

since i made that post there are a few extra notes i can add, though!

home is where the hearth is, the new c3 lyrics song, was released after i made that post

also, some of the songs from emily’s old albums on bandcamp were later repurposed as naddpod songs. notably, from spooky grooves and groovy spooks, “mummy strip tease (sex beat)” became “stallios” and “demon strut (ambient strut)” is “the mindflayer’s lair”. (“halloween at philip glass’s house” also became “broken heart banshee”, but that one is available on the patreon already)

[lunearobservatory]

Ok so what does Nevada's full drag glam look like though. Face wig and fits the whole thing. Is she cunty ? Answer me that one, tumblr.

[moreclaypigeons]

No like seriously ARE we ready to talk about the misogyny in fandom spaces

[shegetsburned]

𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐱-𝐨𝐧𝐞 —

a call of duty: modern warfare fanfiction

➼ characters: Kate Laswell, Luna Ursi (oc)

➼ summary: : Luna gets recruited in what appears to be another risky mission to stop Hassan Zayani.

➼ a/n: this is just a small fic to introduce the way Luna got into this mess, and also how she’s going to meet Alejandro for the first time hihihiiii (traduction of french dialogues at the end btw)

➼ word count: 1,9k

part i

The weight on her shoulders never seemed to fade. From the moment she wakes up to the time she lets her mind drift to sleep, it was a constant pain. 

Her entire life gravitated around work and it controlled most of it. The people she knew, the places she’s been to and the emotions she felt were mainly caused by her status as a Lieutenant. 

Luna had learned to live with it, but her body was certainly scarred by the pressure.

Her work with Bravo team at the embassy had drastically changed her life and the way she saw her duties. Nothing was right or wrong, anymore. 

When the lieutenant arrived home, around noon, just after her morning shift, she couldn’t help but be exhausted. She lazily dropped the keys on the counter, followed by her bag. Her boots stained the ground when she made her way to a more open and bright area of the house, searching for her mother.

When she hears faint chatter in the garden, her curiosity gets the best of her. Her mother wasn’t one for visitors. She certainly liked the peace and quiet that her retirement allowed her. But the other voice was familiar. Almost too familiar. 

“Maman?” 

It took her mother several seconds before answering her pleas. 

“On est en arrière, viens nous rejoindre, Luna.” *

She was soft-spoken, which hurried the cop to take herself outside and find out what this was about.

“Une vieille amie est venue te rendre visite.” **

An old friend coming to visit? If there was something she tried to distance herself from as much as possible it was friends from work. Keeping her family a secret was very important for the girl considering the circumstances she might put herself into.

Luna didn’t bother to take off her paraphernalia before carefully stepping out the back door, to see her mother sipping the delicate green drink she had made for her guest and herself. 

Unfortunately, she immediately recognizes the supposed old friend sitting in front of her parent. Her blonde hair tightly tied in a bun betrayed the seriousness of this lady’s presence in her house.

Luna stopped in her tracks, planting her gaze on the woman.

“Ursi. How’s it going?” 

Kate Laswell was sharing a drink with her mother and, at this moment, there was nothing Luna hated more than to see the innocent figure of a family member facing a direct threat to their safety. 

“What are you doing here?” She sharply asks, not giving into this warm act.

Laswell was no idiot. Sensing the hostility in her voice, her lips escaped a chuckle before she rested one arm against the back of her chair. “Do you mind if we head inside and chat?”

She turned her attention back to Luna’s mother, standing up and leaning towards the table with a complicit look like they had known each other for years. “It’s a little hot out here, and these mosquitoes are eating me alive.” 

Luna, arms crossed, was silent, admiring the audacity of the station chief to invite herself into her house, with an irritated expression.

Smirking, Laswell left the small wooden table before stepping down the patio. “Excuse us, Mrs. Ursi.” 

She joins Luna’s side, a hand around the glass she drank from before. 

“Nice meeting you, Mrs. Laswell.” The retired mother says, contemplating her girl and the woman beside her, totally unaware of what her presence could mean.

“Oh, please. Call me Kate.”

Another wider smile arbored her mouth, before she took a look at Luna, and made her way into the house.

The operator shook her head in disbelief, clearly showing her discomfort in having her in their home. Her mother was a gentle soul and understood how important her daughter’s duties were. But Luna had never talked about Kate Laswell, and there was a reason for this behaviour.

After a few exchanges with her mother, Luna followed the woman, sliding the transparent door behind her to isolate the two of them. The last thing she wanted was for her mother to eavesdrop on their conversation. 

She took the time to remove her first layer of clothes, only left with her thermal fleece and cargo pants, before facing whatever news she had been dreading since Laswell had reappeared in her life. 

“So, Kate, something you wanted to talk to me about?” 

The woman turned around, facing Luna this time. The usual chuckle made its way out of her mouth before she set her drink aside and took another seat.

“I need an experienced driver.” 

The words couldn’t help but make Luna forcingly smile. 

“Someone with a clean sheet, who’s used to discretion and can easily navigate dangerous roads. You’re the best for what’s about to happen.”

Still silent, the operator looks down with a sigh. Her demand was so predictable so why was she so vexed?

“How’s your Spanish?”

“You’re wasting your breath.” Luna cut Kate off, a hand on the sofa in front of her. Her crisped muscles tightly gripped the fabric.

“And most importantly, my time.” 

Of course, Laswell knew if she wanted her help, it would take more than just asking. The last mission had left scars on Luna and it was not an easy task to make her remember and reenlist her into the same kind of thing. But Laswell had her ways and was more than determined. 

“I’m done with all of this,” Luna explained, with a hint of remorse.

Laswell readjusted herself on the seat, leaning forward with her elbows resting on her thighs. “Listen, this is an off-the-books kind of job.”

“Well, thanks but no thanks. I’ve got a life here.”

“Oh, absolutely.” The woman responds, perfectly understanding her situation. “But you’re what I need. I need your expertise.”

Aware of her capacities, Luna had no problem humbling herself, knowing there were tons of other operators capable of whatever Kate was asking her to do.

“You don’t need my expertise, you need manpower.” 

Decided to make her understand the seriousness of the current situation, Laswell decides to drop a bomb. 

“Hassan has resurfaced.” 

This name. 

She hadn’t heard it in years. It made her blood boil. Luna’s knuckles were white from holding so tightly onto the seat, nails almost digging through. Her eyes went from left to right, searching for answers, questions flowing through her mind. 

“I thought Al-Qatala was done for.” 

On a more serious note, Laswell sat back up, rubbing her hands together. “It’s not only Al-Qatala. It’s getting bigger, Luna.”

“Where is he?”

“He passed the Mexican border, with the help of the cartel.”

A curse escaped her lips. Her unit had fought so hard for him to not get through when he first tried the Canadian border and now the cartel had successfully smuggled the man, actively roaming around the United States.

“This is serious. We’re talking about Russian-provided ballistic missiles, here.” 

A careful hand made its way through a small brown purse on the ground, grabbing out a bunch of files and sealed documents.

“I need your expertise. I don’t need manpower. I have enough manpower.” 

She followed her words by spreading the documents on the table in front of her, revealing pictures and lines of confidential information on different assets and military personnel. 

Luna hesitated, knowing her curiosity would get the best of her. She made her way around the sofa, biting her tongue before grabbing the documents and sitting down in front of the other woman. Her hand slowly wandered through the papers, quickly reading the pieces of information, the names. Some she had heard of, some which were more than familiar and some she hadn’t ever stumbled upon. 

“Price is still in on it? Garrick?”

“And Farah.” 

It’s almost like hearing her teammates’ names awoke the girl. This strange boost of adrenaline she felt every time they had fought side by side got her heart pumping. She remembered the numerous times they risked their lives for one another. Especially Farah. She had risked so much to save her people and Luna couldn’t have wished for a better leader. 

She couldn’t possibly let her down once more. 

Luna drops the papers, before rubbing her face with both hands and letting herself fall back against the sofa. 

“I have seen you handle yourself under pressure, Luna.” Laswell’s words drew her attention back to the task at hand. “And when people needed you, in order to survive, you showed up.”

Her chest followed the long breaths Luna took, while listening to the station chief. She remembered the raid, the embassy, and the complicated missions she had gone through in 2019. It had been torture to try and not think about these events, every single day. 

But knowing they were bound to occur once more was even more insufferable. 

She had to help.

Luna took a second to herself, reevaluating her choices and the responsibilities she would have to endorse by accepting this job. 

But she certainly wouldn’t be able to live with herself if she let something catastrophic happen. With a long exhale she readjusted herself on the sofa, ready to accept the task at hand.

“Where do you need me?” 

The operator leaned forward, forcing eye contact with her superior, making her understand she was on board with the operation. Obviously, it meant compromises. But Laswell knew her way around these kinds of agreements. 

“I need you in a cargo plane with Sergeant MacTavish and Lieutenant Riley for Las Almas.”

Luna got up and quickly glanced towards the window on her right where she could see her mother. She was peacefully reading, with her small glasses on, naively enjoying her day. 

If this mission meant avoiding another catastrophe and protecting the ones she loved, she was prepared for anything. 

Despite being reluctant to work with Price since the last task, which made her grandly question his work methods, she liked to think she could make a difference by returning to the field. 

“What’s waiting for us there?”

Kate shows a warm and inviting smile, discerning the same determined ounce in Luna’s voice that she had heard three years ago. 

“You’ll be greeted by Colonel Alejandro Vargas of the Mexican special forces. They’ll help you guys capture Zyani who’s possibly hiding in a cartel hideout.” 

This unknown name immediately sparked Luna’s curiosity. 

“Colonel Vargas? Is he to be trusted?” 

“I fully support the men that will help you interrogate Hassan. Their hearts are in the right place.” 

As much as Kate knew who to trust, most of the time, Luna couldn’t help but have her doubts about the special forces. Most of the ground forces over at Las Almas had been corrupted. 

At least, that’s what she heard.

Laswell followed the operator’s lead, getting up as well and rearranging her documents, before adding a commentary on a more playful note. “I knew I could win you over.” 

Luna chuckled, directing herself towards the front door where she had entered earlier, opening it widely to invite the guest to finally leave. 

“Of course, you did.” 

Laswell made her way to the door, now standing in front of her entry. She then held out her hand to the other woman, hopeful that she’d return the favour. 

Despite the animosity, Luna took it, firmly shaking her hand with the corner of her lips twirled into a smile she couldn’t hide anymore. “Do not try to win over my mother, again.”

Kate scoffed, glad, in a sense, that she had the pleasure of talking to her friend again. Both already apprehending the challenges they would have to face in their quest to apprehend Hassan and his many allies. 

“Glad you’re back, Six-One.”

—

traduction:

* “On est en arrière, viens nous rejoindre, Luna.” -> “We’re in the back, come join us, Luna.”

** “Une vieille amie est venue te rendre visite.” -> “An old friend came to see you.”

—

tag list: @scentedcandleibex @poisonedtruth @voidika @simonxriley @children-of-epiales @sstewyhosseini @unbindingkerberos @theelderhazelnut @sinclxirx @marivenah

[lorebird]

Been thinking abt my ocs nonstop…….. painted a lil scene about it

[i-wanna-show-you-off]

catch me liking all stars even though it’s objectively the worst total drama season

[acealistair]

"people who think gale was the abuser" "people who make a joke out of gale's trauma" "people who make fun of gale's boundaries and coerce him into doing sexual things he's uncomfortable with" "people who viciously hate gale"

gee whiz i seem to be following the right people bc rn i'm that one post that's like "hearing about fandom discourse like it's a giant monster passing under your boat"

[edge-oftheworld]

“yknow as a fandom I think we could do a better job of appreciating Sierra Deaton”

No just have less appreciating Sierra cause she’s been anti-black, a creep towards fans, invalidated a 5sos fan’s mental health because they’re a fan, trauma dumped on young fans and overshared, slut shamed Ashton, and so on and so forth

hey anon!! Thanks for this concise little list. But seriously, thanks for making me think and pull together a bunch of ideas in my head; I hope in this essay really you can see some of my thought process. I can’t imagine how hard it’d be to be reaching out with something really hard and expect compassion and get a negative interaction instead—if that was you or whoever it is I hope they’re doing better and finding community and people who care. And I don’t want to pretend she’s perfect or has done everything right, we know that’s not how it is, Sierra knows that, Luke knows that, so does, idk, God.

and I’ll admit I’m a bit old fashioned when it comes to cancelling people and I do like to try and see the good in people where possible—sometimes imo it’s the only way to get any positive change. to look beyond the superficial where someone might lash out—is it in malice, or fear, a momentary impulse they might regret later or maybe realise for some reason were pushed to a point where they couldn’t manage anything better. I know I’ve been to that point and I know how I spiral if I don’t know how to forgive myself. I also know this is a fandom where shit gets real and we’re young and hurting and sometimes that just makes us defenceless against our idols and those around them being human, and the shitty side of human we all have potential to become too. And we live in an era of systemic racism and lack of access to mental health services which both causes and exacerbates so many issues that, was the world not so anti-black; had every mentally ill child and youth a support network in real life (instead of the way many of us often spend years only ever feeling seen by the songs we listen to, 5sos songs easily filling in that need)—we might be a little more able to be like ‘wtf that’s not cool but that’s a her problem’ and move on. and can I say we do deserve a world that doesn’t discriminate. And in order to get what we deserve we have to make it. and in order to make it we have to learn how to do better and let people learn to do better—these people aren’t going anywhere. somehow bad people have to turn into good people and yes in order to do that they have to be made accountable. Repentance is truly a beautiful thing; it’s also something that can’t happen when we feel scared and in our survival brain. When we feel like that we tend to easily get into us vs them and dig deeper into our (often wrong) convictions and that’s actually an evolutionary response to when we have to fight against predators; we don’t have time to think ‘but what if they’re actually in the right’ when we’re fighting for our lives.

and this isn’t the place to psychoanalyse Sierra. I don’t know exactly what goes on in her head, I don’t know if she’s sorry or even remembers these things but I do know the rift between her and fans has been quite heated and even scary at some points over the years. And maybe I have the privilege of never being someone who has been hurt by her to have grace for the fact that ‘gotta be nice to this fan they’re having an experience of a lifetime to be interacting with my partner and I’m gonna give the benefit of the doubt that they’re not one of the individuals in a sea of fans who all look identical to me sending me death threats’ is a hell of a lot to put your brain through every single day. If she (and it’s not if, we know she did) make mistakes. If there was too much trauma to hold and she put it out on the internet to cope in a season of her life. If the insecurity became jealousy of one of the most important people in her s/o’s life which became insults that were thrown around back in high school before everyone realised how uncool they were and tried to stop using them but they were still burned in their brains to come out on impulse (I actually have no idea how that specific event went down, or if there were one or multiple). I hope they sorted that out internally; I don’t know what else I can do but trust that it’s something they’re capable of doing and care for each other enough as a group of friends and songwriters to do.

I wanted to save the lateral racism example for last because I feel like everything above is kind of a metaphor for it, if you follow. I’m coming from a place where I’m southeast asian and part white living in a largely western country, so is Sierra, so I’m automatically going to see her as ‘like me’ (and can I say how rarely I get this kind of representation?) whereas if you’re black, or if you find your experience more relatable to blackness, then you’re going to experience this very differently. I can’t know your experience. I also know that asians can be brutal in this area: it’s the reason my childhood best friend hasn’t told her dad she got engaged to her partner nearly a year ago. Lateral racism isn’t okay. But unfortunately what happens is often when you’re discriminated against in some ways we’re conditioned to take the side of the oppressor against someone who’s discriminated against in other ways. It’s all ‘okay maybe I’m x and I should be y but at least I’m not z’ and again it’s that evolutionary survival instinct to not be at the bottom of the pile; channeled in horrible ways into today’s society. It takes a lot of effort and self awareness to be like ‘we’re united in this experience of being oppressed, together we have the power to make a stand that this is Not Cool’ and most of us fail the first few times. but what’s important is we keep trying. we can all heal together when we do.

so anon I have no idea who you are or your background or how much you’ve had to wrestle with this yourself, if you’ve had to stand up against communities who were hostile, if you’ve had to do this while being discriminated against from outside as well, if you know the experience of not fully being one race but not fully being another etc. and also you’ve got no obligation to like Sierra, this is such unsolicited advice but this whole release period for boy ep I’ve really just been thinking ‘it’s healthy to feel our feelings even when it’s not always pleasant isn’t it’ and wherever that hurt is please love it embrace it bring it into the light whatever you do to realise you’re valuable and you don’t have anything to be ashamed of. even your mistakes and where you’ve hurt people and regret that, you’re gonna grow so much from that and have so many chances to do better. maybe you’re young and you haven’t had the chance to hurt anyone yet. I hope you manage to stay that way but if you do, I hope you can forgive yourself too. I hope you dip your toes in activism for Black Lives Matter, for mental health, for sex positivity, I can see you really value these things and that’s really encouraging to see.

and in the end: sometimes I have to be annoyingly human and come down to the fact that I really enjoy the songs that Sierra writes. I’ve fanned enough about gothic summer on this blog already. I enjoy the things she writes and so I listen to them, and I’m not actively boycotting Sierra specifically, I love the creative outcomes when she works with 5sos as a whole, with Luke, with other artists I love as well. As a result I do care about her as a person, I always do, and hey, I respect her funny little routine donations and the undertones of her UNICEF donation back in October and the random animal sanctuary and the occasional nod to some Australian mental health charity.

I’ve inferred a lot about how much more relaxed and at ease and free to feel things and process life at his own pace Luke seems to be with her than beforehand—and the fan in me who’s so protective of these guys just desperately wants someone to be there for them in ways that really matter and I feel like we have seen that, even despite the often rocky nature of the relationship between Sierra and Luke’s fans. Luke is someone I relate to a lot, and there are some experiences that are really hard to come back from, and I’m really proud of him right now and I do get the impression being with Sierra has really helped him get there. I don’t know for sure, I could be wrong, but I’m always going to be grateful when celebrities get to be human and not have their lives and choices dictated by fans either directly or indirectly. I’ll take the allies I can in my activism and even if there are criticisms around sincerity I do generally see Sierra trying and I want to appreciate that. I don’t want to say she hasn’t hurt anyone ever and I pray for resolution and peace for the fans, for Ashton, for her, for the Black community in general, for everyone who��s been hurt in the wake of colonialism and the generational trauma it breeds. And then I’ll go listen to bloodline and think, maybe in some ways we were born inheriting the sins of our parents before we knew better. But every day I discover ways of choosing better and compassion takes us so far and I hope every day I learn a bit more about how to channel that.

thank you for the ask, it really got me thinking and the opportunity to compile some thoughts I’d had that I didn’t realise formed a neat little mindmap around Sierra as a case study!! Much more fun than regular sociology. And I didn’t even get to delve into the political history of Saigon that I’ve been trying to understand more about!!

[thedeadthree]

🥀! the oc page is here !

[aylaaescar]

I never talk about him but I DO have a Kader, I DO love him, and someday I will even resume his playthrough + maybe write out his relationship w my Brosca

[mxgyver]

I officially have my first consult appointment with the plastic surgeon I reached out to in a few weeks and I’m just so excited 😭

[12colors]

TD All'n'Awful - "Even Bigger Sleep - part 1"

Pre-challenge

First shot we see are the two trailers. One has males from both Explosive Eagles and Ferocious Ferrets, while the other has females from both theese teams.

We get the glance inside the male one, where Geoff, Scott, Ripper and Bowie from Explosive Eagles, and Tyler, Harold, Sam and Zee from Ferocious Ferrets are sleeping.

In the female one, there are Katie, Courtney, Blainley, Dawn and Nichelle from Explosive Eagles, and Leshawna, Sierra, Zoey, Scary Girl and Priya are.

Well, something is off, but I can't put my finger on it...

Anyway, the camera shows the face of Scary Girl, who is sleeping on the lower bed.

Her pet skull is next to her head.

Her eyes open instantly, in a clasic „jumpscare-like” way.

Camera changes a different perspective, showing Dawn, standing next to Dawn's bed,

awake.

Dawn:

Nightmares?

Scary Girl:

Hey, that's pretty cool!

Dawn: Caught off-guard and Confused

What?

Scary Girl:

The only thing you are missing is fitting design!

Zoey: Lying in her bed, awoken by them

Guys, If you wanna talk in this hour, do it outside.

Scary Girl:

Oh? Did we wake you up?

I can make it so you never ever wake up!

Zoey:

Umm... No thanks?

Dawn:

Yeah, let's go outside.

Scary Girl instantly stands up from her bed, fully clothed, and grabs her pet skull.

She and Dawn get outsde.

Dawn:

So... What did you mean when you said that I needed a fitting design?

Scary Girl:

We are gonna take care of that someday else.

Now I have a pretty cool idea...

Camera moves to the 2 Cabins. One For Deadly Deer, and 2nd for Aggressive Ants.

We first focus on the Deadly Deer one.

Inside the male room, there are Justin, DJ, Owen, B and Raj, all sleeping.

Inside the female room, there are Sadie, Jo and Millie...

Something is wrong, but I can't put my finger on it...

We then move the outside of Aggressive Ants' Cabin.

= Izzy's Confessional =

Izzy:

You know what's best in my team?

I HAVE A WHOLE ROOM FOR MYSELF!

= End of the Confessional =

We are then shown the inside of the Guy's part of the Cabin. We hear loud random noises from Izzy's side, and everyone is awake, except Ezekiel.

Duncan:

Somebody has to go there, and shut her up.

Brick:

No way! She is gonna kill us!

Lightning:

Lighning needs his 8 hours of sleep!

Trent:

Then go to her.

Lightning:

I ain't afraid of no spider!

Lightning goes outside the room. The rest wait in suspense until they hear something.

Lightning: from the other room

Hey! Listen there you- AAAAAAAAAAA

Multiple hitting and Banging sounds

We get a glance at the boy's worried faces (Ezekiel is still asleep)

But after a few moments, Lightning barely returns.

Just as he enters the room, he falls on the floor.

Lightning:

I'm sha-faliure!

And he either loses conciousness or falls asleep, lying on the floor.

One final glance at others' worried faces.

We then move into Cruel Crows' Mansion. First we see where the girls sleep, where Beth, Lindsay, Gwen and Julia are sleeping. After that we go to guys room, where Noah, Mike, Caleb and Wayne are asleep.

We focus on Mike, before going into a transition inside Mike's brain.

Not-real Mike is sitting there, on a not-real rock, eating not-real popcorn. There is a cloud in front of him, which he watches. It's a dream cloud.

In the dream, in-dream Mike and in-dream Zoey are in a small, in-dream woodhouse, in the in-dream forest. It's raining outside in-dream.

They are eating something, talking (muted), and just when they are about to kiss...

a in-dream Lightning strikes, and in-dream Mal apears behind in-dream Mike.

Not-real Mike get's scared, and falls behind from the not-real Rock.

We get out of the Mike's head, to see him, wake up with cold sweat.

He looks around the room, and sees where he is.

Mike:

Man, I need a glass of water.

Mike walks out of the room, and into the kitchen, to see Dakota, sleeping sitting on the floor of the kitchen.

He tries moving through her very carefully, to not wake her up.

Camera then moves to Bloody Beavers, who are in the forest. Everyone are asleep, except for Cameron, who is standing there, looking around.

Cameron:

About 15 more minutes, and It's gonna be MK's shift.

Great!

And no monsters in the horison!

He is quite glad.

Until he hears giggling in somewhere in the forest.

The giggling seems to be repeating and echoing around him.

Then, a skull with makeup apears in front of him. He is clearly stressed out, and starts backing off, until he bumps his back onto someone.

Camera zooms out to show that it's Dawn.

Dawn:

HI!

Cameron: Clearly relieved.

Oh, thank god it's you.

Then we see Scary Girl, coming out of the forest towards them.

Scary Girl:

You ruined it!

Dawn:

Oh? Sorry?

Cameron:

It was you?

Wait... Are you the one who gave us the meat?

Scary Girl:

What meat?

Cameron points at the empty bloody bag from the preious episode.

Scary Girl:

No... Which contestant's blood it is?

Cameron:

Oh! It wasn't a contestant. It was deer meat.

Dawn got closer to the bag

Dawn:

Poor thing... I can feel the life this blood carried.

Cameron:

Well, someone else already killed it, and left us this bag with just the meat, so there was nothing stopping us from eating it, since it was... well... dead.

Scary Girl:

Maybe let's look around for the corpse of that deer?

Dawn:

Maybe let's not.

Cameron:

I can't anyway. I have to be here, and do my shift.

Scary Girl:

You guys are no fun. Fine! I will look... myself.

She picked up her skull and went back to the forest with her, hopping around.

La la la la la la...

Dawn:

I better get back to my trailer, and catch some sleep...

See you during the challenge.

She walks into the forest.

Cameron:

Bye!

But he gets scared by the last giggle from Scary Girl.

Camera zooms out, and we see the entire island.

Fast forward effect, until 7am.

We then see the inside of the controll room.

Chris turns on the mic, puts on the air-horn, and in front of that, a megaphone. He presses the air-horn, waking everyone up.

Chris then speaks through the microphone.

Chris:

Rise and shine campers! I want to see every team, outside, in 5 minutes.

Camera goes to outside the Cabins. Few contestants come out of trailers.

Mildred:

Not only we were sleeping on paper thin matresses, Now Chris wakes us in 7am!

I need my Half-fat, no-foam latte steamed to 102 heat

Geoff:

Yeah, How are you gonna get that?

Mildred:

That's it! We are gonna win today's challenge and get the mansion! At any cost!

Cut to all teams standing grouped in front of the cabins, and by that, I mean the center of the campground. Chris arrives.

Chris:

Okay, let's make a small check before the challenge. Let's start with out previous winners: Cruel Crows! I see that everyone is well rested... Maybe with one exception...

It's true, and the exception is dakota

= Mike's Confessional =

Mike:

Well, It might sound weird at first, but Dakota asked me to do a confession for her.

Y'know... cause she won't fit in here.

She wanted to just say that

He takes out a note, and make an „Ekhem” sound

„Don't worry, a good Latte will put me right on my feet”

…

Man, She really need a better way to sleep.

= End of the Confessional =

Chris:

Moving to Deadly Deer... You guys seem fine...

And now... Aggressive Ants, what happened?

While Deadly Deer look perectly fine, most of Aggressive Ants look half dead.

Damien: Points at Izzy

This thing over there, was doing only God knows what for almost the most of the night. We got like 3-4 hours of sleep man... Well, someone there seems to have been lucky.

Glances at Ezekiel

= Ezekiel's Confessional =

Ezekiel:

I live on a farm, eh?

I had to get used to a lot of noise.

That's why I always carry theese!

Shows his earplugs to the camera.

= End of the Confessional =

Chris:

Explosive Eagles and Ferrocious Ferrets, you guys seem fine too...

And let's see how the night in the forest treated Bloody Beavers...

We take a glance at Bloody Beavers, who look suprisingly fine... Except Bridgette.

Chris:

Suprisingly well! Did none of the forest creatures attack you at night?

Heather:

We had Eva. Nothing that wanted to live would aproach us.

Eva:

You are welcome.

Bridgette:

When are we gonna eat? I'm starving here.

Chris:

Did you already forget? The worst team will have to serve the food themselves, from the forest, until other team will replace them as the new worst team.

BUT! I will be nice enough to serve all of you a breakfast, after you all wake up.

And for that, I have a challenge. To raise your blood flow, everyone has to do a mandatory 20km run around the lake.

So you guys better run, If you wanna eat something.

Challenge 1 – the run around the lake.

So there are some groans, but everyone runs or walks away.

= Sierra's Confessional =

Sierra:

I wonder how many people remember the order of challenges.

Like today is gonna be insominatron, where they were running around the lake, like we are doing today. After that will be big, wonderful breakfast, like in the original episode. And after that, will be the insominatron itself.

If I had to guess the people who will know that, I would say... Priya... and maybe Trent or Eva. And I m not suprised that not many out of them remembers. In their place, I would wanna erase theese awful memories out of my mind ASAP. Wait... I am in their place right now... Doesn't matter.

What matters is that i should be running right now, and not wasting time here...

Well, it's better for me to just walk, and not get tired, cause y'know...

= End of the Confessional =

The camera shows Eva running, and we hear a familiar voice behind her.

Heather:

Eva! Wait!

Eva stops, and sees her entire team running up to her.

Heather:

Okay, everyone here? Great. We have to stick together, and we have to finish this race as group. Let's start slowly at first, to save up energy for the finish.

Eva:

Why do I have to stick to you guys?

Heather:

So we have SOME people who might not even survive simply walking 20 kilometers.

She points behind her at Staci, Cameron and MK

I'm pretty sure that we have to get the whole team across, so our team will finish the race, as the last person finishes. We can't risk only one person losing us the challenge, so if we stick together, we will know, when someone will need our help and not fall behind.

Cameron:

Well, I could use some help, later on the race... I don't think that this body will handle this long of a distance.

Staci:

Wasn't this challenge like... a reward challenge?

Heather:

Maybe... But we still can't leave people behind, and risk losing again.

Staci:

Okay, now Imagine this...

Ton of other contestants, who will be way faster than us, get to the finish line.

Chris welcomes them: „Congrats, here is the reward”, and shows them the breakfast he promised. The first thing a tired of sprinting full lenght around the lake, hungry contestant will do uppon seeing the breakfast, is to eat it. And if we move with the whole group as in your idea, even if we will be far from the last, noone from our group will get to even see the breakfast if it isn't big.

MK:

Or you could shorten it to: „Faster people than us will eat all the food and leave nothing for us”

Heather:

Well... I guess you guys are correct...

Oh! New idea!

Eva will rush to complete the race, save some part of food for us, and wait there, while the rest of the group will go according to my plan.

Eva:

THEN WHY DID YOU STOP ME?! I could be far away already.

Heather:

Okay. Sorry. I made a mistake, and I will admit it.

Now go, and save us some food for us.

Eva:

… Okay.

And she continues the race.

Heather:

Anyone opposed going in a group?

No one is opposed.

Heather:

Okay, let's go then.

The group starts with a slower jog.

= Heather's Confessional =

Heather:

Okay. No one likes me here, and I get it.

That's why we can't lose much, because I would be extra vulnerable.

I also shouldn't be a complete asshole, I don't wanna make my shitty situation into a bloody diarrhea.

= End of the Confessional =

Camera then goes to the runners, who are in the first place. This includes people like Jo, Lightning, Wayne and Raj... And Dakota, who is just walking.

Jo is clearly upset from this fact, and thinks for a minute, before talking to Dakota.

Jo:

Hey, Dakota! How do you think Sam is doing?

Dakota:

Huh? What do you mean?

Jo:

It's sam, he won't be able to do a 20km run. You should go back, and help him.

Dakota:

You are right!

Dakota turns, and starts walking back. Jo is clearly glad of her plan.

We get to the contestants who are dead last in the race. Gwen, Noah, Trent and Duncan. They don't seem to care, and are just walking...

Gwen:

What happened with your team? Did you pull an all-nighter or something?

Trent: Yawns

Izzy is the only female on our team, so she had an entire room for herself.

Noah:

That does sound like trouble. Feel ya.

Duncan:

Says someone who had the quiet mansion for the whole night.

Gwen:

What is that supposed to mean?

Duncan:

All I'm saying is that we at least have excuse for being slow. You guys just don't care about the reward, smugasses.

Noah:

1. It's made by chef.

2. I bet it's not worthy the 20 km run.

Duncan:

See? That's how smug people would think. But we are gonna be the ones who will win the mansion today.

Noah:

Yeah, with Izzy giving you all sleep deprivation, you have no chance at winning any challenge. You would have to get below 3rd place the day before to have any chance.

Trent:

Why?

Noah:

4th and 5th places would make Izzy sleep with girls from another team, making her not have a whole room for themselves. Or you guys could just get last and eliminate her.

Duncan: Starts running away from them

Yeah, no way dork! If we would lose, you would try eliminating me or something, but hell no! We are getting this mansion today!

Noah:

Seriously?

Trent:

Yeah, I better go too.

Gwen:

Well... That happened... Should we also start running?

Noah:

Nah

Camera then moves to another set of runners: Tyler, Harold, Leshawna and Sam.

Harold and Sam are barely holding on.

Leshawna:

Come on! The reward for this challenge is what Leshawna would kill for, and if we won't get it because of you, I indeed will.

Tyler:

Umm, Leshawna? I don't see Zee.

Leshawna:

He fell behind too? God dammit!

Sam: Breathes heavly, barely concious

Guys!

Huff

I don't think I can continue it for much longer...

But someone arrives from their front. The 4 of them stop.

Dakota:

Hey, Sam! Need help?

Sam: A smile apears on his face

Hi Dakota!

Puff

Dakota: Picks him up

Come on here...

Sam:

Thanks.

Leshawna: Seems slightly annoyed

What do you think you are doing?

Dakota:

Look at him!

He can't hold on any longer.

Sam:

Hey Dakota... Umm... Scary Girl and Zee from my team fell behind. Mind if we both look for them?

Dakota:

Not a bit!

Tyler:

They you guys look for them, and then catch up with us, okay?

Nods and goes, in the opposite direction, holding Sam.

Leshawna and Tyler start running again, but Harold...

Leshawna:

Come on Harold!

Harold: Starts „running” behind them

I'm going, I'm going! But someone could pick me up for once.

Leshawna:

No time for that, sugar!

= Leshawna's Confessional =

Leshawna: Clearly upset

Yeah, what's up with that Dakota gal?

Not racing to help Sam? She is in a different team! Unless...

Hold up! If she went with Sam to look for theese two snails, she could just leave him in the forest and continue the race herself to make us lose! Why didn't I think of this earlier? Well, It's too late to do anything about it now.

= End of the Confessional =

Moving to another group: Katie, Sadie and Justin.

They are just walking. BFFFL's are chatting together (which slows the group quite a bit) and Justin is clearly annoyed by them.

Justin:

Hey, I have to do... something. You continue the race, okay?

Sadie:

Okay.

Justin then turns in the opposite direction, and walks back.

Katie:

What do you think he had to do?

Sadie:

I bet he needed to drink some water from the lake.

They both imagine a picture, of him, shirtless, getting the water from the lake in his hands, and drinking it, while winking at them.

Both: Having their heads in clouds

Ahhhh!

And then we turn our attention at Justin, who is walking back, away from them.

He then he meets Noah and Gwen.

Noah:

Justin...

Justin:

Noah...

Gwen:

Why are you here? I was sure that you'd be way further.

Justin:

No way! My Doctor reccomended me to not run more than 5 kilometers at once if I don't wanna risk an injury. And this body is best injury... free...

Gwen:

U-huh...

Justin: Starts walking along them

And I have to be honest, I preffer walk with you, than Katie and Sadie.

Noah:

I guess that you are right. They can be really annoying sometimes.

Justin:

I think that they are like that only when they are together. But they are both stronger when they are separated.

Like in the dodgeball challenge, where Katie and DJ eliminated Owen, Heather and Leshawna, almost getting themselves a point.

Gwen:

Yeah. Yesterday, If they were in one team, together, they would do nothing but just chat instead of doing actual work.

Noah:

Well, one of their weaknesses is that they crush on you Justin... Which gives me a question: Are you still focusing mainly on your looks?

Justin:

Yeah, Duh!

Noah:

Don't you think that it would be better for you to change your stategy a bit?

Justin: Slightly Confused

What do you mean? It worked quite well in 2nd season.

Noah:

Exactly. It „worked” at first. But you were eliminated, because you didn't have anything besides it.

Not even mentioning the fact, that you were already outbeaten.

Justin: Slightly annoyed

Umm, what are you saying?

Noah:

Alejandro.

Justin: Lowers his head.

Maybe...

Noah, Gwen and Justin continue walking in silence.

We then get to see Scott, who is just sitting on a rock, Eva runs past him.

Mildred runs up to him.

Mildred:

What do you think you are doing?

Scott:

I was running for half of the track, and now I'm taking a break. What about it?

Mildred:

Oh, no you don't! We will win today's challenge! Get up!

She pushes Scott, and he falls.

Scott: Lying on the ground

Hey! What was that for?!

She grabs his arms, and drags him across the floor.

Scott:

Ahh c'mon.

Camera zooms out, showing the entire island, and we see sun move a bit, as we fast forward about an hour.

We focus on theese 3 again, but this time, as they enter the cafeteria, where everyone else already is, and finished the race. Everyone gives them a sorrow look.

Chris:

Okay, since now everyone is here, Who is hungry?!

The curtains open, showing huge high-class meal. Everyone is excited again.

Bridgette:

Praise the lord! I was starving!

We cut to the scene after everyone is full. Really full.

Well, with few exceptions.

Chris:

I think some people might start getting their wonderful memories return, because today is... INSOMINIATRON!

Multiple groans were raised at once. There was shock, regret, confusement, anger.

Heather:

Really? Wait... Yes it is! Oh god no!

Gwen: Turns to Duncan

And There go your chances for the mansion.

Sam: Confused

The what-tron?

Sierra:

If you fall asleep, you get eliminated. The entire running challenge and this breakfast

was supposed to make us tired.

= Sierra's Confessional =

Sierra:

During the breakfast, it was easy to notice who knew what was coming.

Unlike most of others, those who remembered Insominiatron, weren't taking as much food as they could, and overeating. From theese people there was: Me, Priya, Cody because I reminded him, Caleb... Who might just been on a diet with his body, I'm not sure, B, Courtney, Bowie and Zoey. I'm not sure on 100% of them, but that's close enough. Wish me luck!

= End of the Confessional =

[ssongsboo]

its 2am and im up thinking abt bitch ass fucking hyungseok omfg sb sedate me i cant take this anymore i need his fingers shoved down my throat

[nerdyqueerr]

I know fuckall about tarot cards but i love symbolism and therefore i have been taking notes

All my main d&d PCs (plus a few bonuses) as tarot cards. Just for funsies idk