#This is stupid because when we worked together it was at desert place

[toughtttz]

Im so nervous because my uncle is about to tell me what his [and my former] coworkers think about my cake that he took back for them [and cause he wanted some]. I feel nauseous im so anxious.

[gay-jesus-probably]

Okay so I have a lot of thoughts about the whole thing of the Gerudo being a race of entirely women, with the only exception being one man born every hundred years, and that man automatically being their king. Now this worldbuilding comes from Ocarina of Time, and there's obviously a metric fuckton of unfortunate implications there, because it was 1998. And it seems that Tears of the Kingdom is sticking with the lore of Gerudo men being extremely rare and becoming the King of their people, which once again has a metric fuckton of unfortunate implications because it's 2023 and Nintendo has somehow gotten even worse about this shit.

But let's set aside the whole... everything, and look at this from just the in-universe perspective. How does it work? I mean, it's pretty clear that there is no overlap between the kings; the old ones are normally long gone by the time a new one is born, but the Gerudo manage to take care of themselves during the hangtime. So they must have an established system of government and leadership that doesn't involve a king, and somehow that system is set up in a way that does a smooth transfer of power once a new king is born and old enough to take the throne. But why bother always declaring a random guy to be your King when you already have a perfectly functional system in place?

I mean again, the whole thing has a lot of sexist implications, but we're not looking at this from a real world context, we're examining it in-universe. And we could just go the lazy route and say that their king is in charge just because he's the only man, but I don't like that. I mean come on, the Gerudo are a race of entirely women, and most of their outside problems come from Hylian men being creepy about it. They are entirely a matriarchy; there is literally no reason for their culture to have an inherent respect for men, even if the man in question is one of them. And they're desert people; they live in an extremely harsh and dangerous landscape, if they don't have their shit together, they will die. By sheer necessity, their culture needs to put a lot of value in being practical, because if they're stupid about things, people die. They really can't afford to have a shitty leader take over, and just letting some guy take the wheel doesn't really fit with the way their culture must otherwise work.

So again, why the fuck do they bother having a King?

I think it's mainly just a ceremonial position. Yes, if the guy is a good leader he'll be in charge, but if he isn't good at being a King or isn't interested in the job... fuck it, they've already got a functional government system that's been leading their people the whole time, why fix what isn't broken? The title of Gerudo King isn't about leadership or power. I think it's more about belonging. Because the Gerudo are a culture where every single one of them can be defined in the same way... and there is exactly one exception once a century. Men are considered to be inherently outsiders at the best of times, and more often they're enemies. A man born into this culture is a natural outsider; he is completely unique, and that means he doesn't really fit into his community. And well... when someone is fundamentally different from the rest of their community, they tend to be ostracized.

So I think that's why the position of Gerudo King exists. It isn't about them needing or even wanting a man to lead them. The title of King doesn't need to involve any leadership at all. It's about giving the man born every century a place in their society. It's a way of saying yes, you are one of us, you are a Gerudo, you belong here, you are wanted and you are loved.

The Gerudo know that every hundred years, one of their children will be fundamentally different from all of his peers. And so their society is built to ensure that a child who is completely different from them will still be loved and accepted. He will always have a place in their society. He doesn't need to earn their love, he has it just for existing. These are his people.

The title of Gerudo King isn't an inherent position of authority. It's a promise of acceptance.

[furiousgoldfish]

When I was a little kid, I asked my mother 'What does a child need to survive in a desert?'. She wouldn't give me a straight answer, so I had to pull it out of her bit by bit. Would a child live if they had fruit? 'That's not enough', she said. Would it work if the child had milk? 'Maybe'. I kept asking what else, and then she put the dots together, and figured out why I was asking. 'Children can't survive without their mother', she told me curtly. I frowned, not liking this response. 'But, if they had fruit and milk?' I insisted. 'No. Child can't survive without a mother. Don't even think about it.'

But, I was thinking about it, and she knew it. She knew I was trying to find a way to escape the house we were living in. I was 6, maybe 7 at the time. She repeated over and over to me, you would die outside this house. Nobody else would take you in, there's no place for you anywhere else. You would only be a burden.

I didn't like that. I didn't like the idea of being a burden anywhere. But, I supposed she was right, other people didn't need a stray kid.

In my quest of not being a burden, I wanted to learn how to work. In the house I lived in, there were countless chores to be done, but somehow I was always stuck with the ones that required no knowledge or skill. Put the logs over there, clean, carry this over there, sweep, scrub, throw, wash, dig, gather, relocate, hold, lift, put down, bury, shut up, and don't ask questions. I wouldn't get any answers even if I did ask, why am I doing this, whats it for? I wasn't to know. I was kept blind, following orders, up to myself to figure out what was this a part of.

When I'd be ordered to do something I didn't know how, I would be told I 'should have learned it by watching others do it', but I was never free to watch while others worked. In fact, if anyone in the house was doing anything, and I was sitting or lying down, I would be screamed at for 'just watching others work and doing nothing'.

Reaching adulthood, I really wanted to know about cooking, but mother always chased me out of the kitchen if she was making something, or she would chore me with 'peeling the vegetables', which would then take all of my attention. I tried to sneak into the kitchen and learn by myself, but she chased me away as soon as she'd catch me, telling me off for 'wasting resources'. But, as she noticed my inclination, she decided to inform me, in a very clear manner, that I would never in my life know how to cook. You see, I was clumsy, slow, stupid, and would always only mess it up and waste precious ingredients. It was far above my abilities to learn how to cook. She gave me a clove of garlic to cut, and I couldn't do it well on my first try. She told me it was a proof that I was 'no good'. Then she gave me an onion to cut, and yelled at me for 'taking too long'. Now it was proven twice over. I couldn't cook. Everything would be ruined because I was taking too long to cut the vegetables. Also, I didn't know where food was even stored in the kitchen. She would never show me. (The food was stored in boxes in the basement. I would find out years later.)

With a heavy heart, I gave up on learning how to cook, and resigned myself to feeling forever guilty for 'eating their food', which was something my family regularly held over my head. You know, after I helped digging, working the soil, sowing, planting, weeding and spraying, it was still their land, and their food, and I 'had no right to it'. They were careful never to show me how to actually grow food, but just kept me busy with menial tasks that were never explained to me.

I was convinced my mother was a good person, because she usually wouldn't forbid me to eat, and if she wanted me to do a task, she would tell me in a humane way. For example 'Can you do x?'. The other family members had a more crude way, something like 'Why are you waiting to be told, do I have to spell out everything to you??' so her polite manner had completely won me over, I would have done anything for my sickly, poor, kind and generous mother, who was so worried for my troubled self, who couldn't learn how to do anything, or survive outside the house.

Even though my mother repeated through the years, that I would never be able to do anything, and also berated me if I ever tried to learn a new skill because 'it was worthless and wouldn't earn me any money', I would still sometimes gather a bit of momentum and courage, and figure hey, I should try to get a job. It would take months to gather that kind of confidence. And one such time, I announced my intentions, I'm going to look for a job! My mother laughed without looking at me. 'Who would hire you? You can't do anything.' Poof. That was my balloon of confidence, popping and then deflating into a tiny bulb. I didn't think she had any reason to lie to me. She knew me all my life. If she was confident that I can't do anything... then it had to be true. Otherwise why would she say that?

The rest of the family, of course, agreed. My grandmother, she had fantastic stories to share with me about how quickly I would be kidnapped, robbed, murdered, tortured, sold into slavery, you know all that good stuff that happens to every person outside their parents house. My father, who inherited massive amounts of land, 2 houses, illegally got his hands on a third, earned a very formidable salary, and constantly had me working for free for him, told me that it was in fact, impossible for a person to survive out there without inheritance. I frowned because I didn't agree with this, and I asked, what about the people who get a job and move into the city? They were living just from their wages. He shook his head and said that it may look like that, but they're all just living from their family's resources. I was old enough to not believe him. It's him who couldn't live without his inheritance, because he's an idiot, I thought.

So, I finally got to earn some money online. It was slow, and very tiny amount, I was freelancing and there was no consistent income, but my enthusiasm on being able to earn anything, was strong. After all, I had earned absolutely nothing working for my family for forever, and this was mine. I remember securing a big project and rushing to reassure my mother, to tell her that I was in fact, good for something, and she didn't have to worry anymore, I was going to make something of myself.

'You will never get another project again.' Her face was dead serious. 'You were lucky once. Don't count on this happening again'. I was speechless. Self doubt swallowed me whole. Was this only one-time occurrence? Was I stupid to believe it would happen again? I despaired. She was my mother, and she was older than me, and she knew the world better than I did. She wouldn't say this for no reason. Could she be right?

She brought it up to the rest of the family, and they all had things to say about it. 'Online work isn't real. The money doesn't even exist. You'll never see it. Show us where is this money. You can't, can you? And even if it does exist, it will all get stolen from you'.

Leaving me wrapped in my survival panic attack, they went on with their day, satisfied that they put me back in my place (which was an ongoing panic attack). I eventually recovered, and continued to work on projects. I was approached and told I would fail constantly, but even then, what could I do but work with my anxiety levels up to the roof and wait to fail? I had to try.

I didn't believe I would make it, because my mother's words 'you'll die, you'll die' were on repeat in my head, but I realized I would die in that house anyway, so I ran away from home. My mother was worried about me; she was in fact, so worried she called every person who knew me, all of friends, relatives, their kids, and told them about how badly worried she was for me, and how I needed to come back home. These people, well they were all worried too you see, so they had to call me, to tell me that I'm breaking my mother's heart, that I don't know how it feels to have a child and not know if their child is okay, apparently she was crying every time it rained because she thought I might be outside in the rain.

My guilt was activated, but I knew just what to do to resolve this situation. I responded to my mother's call, and she told me too, that she was dying from worry, so I said, listen! Listen to what I have! And I went around the apartment, and I listed all of the groceries I had bought and stored. I listed everything out to her, and then explained how to make multiple meals, I offered proof to her that I had already, in this short time, learned how to cook, and I was doing fine. I was sure she'd be so relieved to know that her child had food.

In my mind we were continuing the conversation we had when I was six. I have milk and fruit now mommy. You said I might survive if I have that.

'Okay, we KNOW you can do everything yourself--' She interrupted me angrily, unwilling to listen to my ongoing list of resources and skills. I froze. '--but you need to think about what you're doing to us and come back home!'

I hung up. Unbelieving. Two things I've been told in that sentence, and I had a hard time believing either. She- they- KNEW I could do everything myself. Since when? For how long? How could she possibly say this, after telling me my whole life, not only that I didn't know anything, but was too stupid to even learn? She knew I was capable the entire time? She knew I'd do just fine? And, she was angry about it. Hearing the list of resources and skills I had, it made her livid. After crying to all these people, and convincing me she was dying out of worry, she wasn't worried even one little bit. It was all fake. The entire time. She could either tell I was capable the entire time, or.. she never cared enough to even tell. It didn't matter. It only mattered that she convinced me that I can't survive. So I wouldn't run. So I would stay in that house, and so she could watch her violent husband, and violent mother in law beat me and call me animal names. While blocking my only possible exit.

Later I found out she changed her story. She was now telling people that I was now 'rich but so selfish I would not give any of my money to her'. It was almost funny. Her perspective of me rapidly shifted from 'incapable idiot who cannot survive' to 'selfish rich snob who won't give money'.

It stung. I had spent my life trying to protect her. Even after running, all I could think was how badly I wanted to take her away from that violent place, how much I wanted happiness for her. She watched me dying in that house and blocked my exit. She threw me back into the hands of violence and cheered them on as they broke me. She watched a kid being broken and told that kid they could not live, except if they stay and continue being broken, over and over again. I got jealous of all of the mothers who helped their kids escape. And of all the kids whose mothers escaped, taking them with. Keeping them safe. Why wasn't I worth keeping safe? But I can't look back in that way. That's not it. There was nobody to keep me safe. Nobody was my mother. Nobody was my parent.

My six year old self reached their goal. What does a child need to survive in a desert? Some fruit. And some milk. And some other groceries also don't hurt. And definitely not a mother like this one.

[p0ssywhippedcream]

a/n; for my L lovers!! it's been too long since I wrote for him and im going back to my roots, hope y'all love it! this is hurt/comfort and fluff, L celebrating the reader's mother's birthday with them since they can't be w their family. enjoy <3

The quiet is stuffy, suffocating you in your desk chair next to L. With an achy soul, you persevere through another file and try to ignore the time that screams retreat to your room and take a bath. You’re frankly exhausted and already miserable to be working on the Kira case today.

And apparently, it’s noticeable because both Matsuda and Misa have mentioned your gloomy demeanor to which you brushed them off.

Now as you sit typing up a report on the evidence you just read, you realize you didn’t really digest any of it and have to re-examine the whole page. A soft groan slips out.

L’s keen ears alert him of your distress and suddenly your boss is turned in his chair to fully face you. The sight is mildly amusing, on account for the biscuit-stache he’s sporting above his top lip.

“What is it, Y/n?”

You shake your head, waving him off, “Nothing, sorry.”

His big eyes invade your vision as he shoves his face closer into yours inspecting your disheveled appearance. “Your eyes are bloodshot, you’re shaking slightly, you forgot my coffee this morning and you’ve been slow at work all day.”

You take the evidence he’s presented with an incredulous face, “I’m just tired, it’s almost ten.”

“Which you’ve never complained of before.” This isn’t the first time you’ve wanted to deck the guy but the urge is much stronger now.

“Your point?” You’re semi-grateful to be alone here with him, knowing full well the childish back-and-forth you’re having would’ve embarrassed you if the other taskforce members were here.

“You’re troubled. I’m curious, what bothers you?”

You huff as you come to the revelation that L was going to pry until you relented. You drop eye contact, twisting the ring on your finger. “It’s my mother’s birthday.”

“How come you didn’t request off?” He replies immediately, to which you snort and meet his abyssal eyes, “Would you have let me?”

His face says touché and you look back down, “Besides, she’s in the states right now. I wouldn’t be able to fly out there with everything going on.”

He nods and his thumb slides into the bed of his puffy lips, tucked in by his teeth. “Well..” He pauses, hesitates for one of the first times since you’ve met him and clears his throat, “I wouldn’t have personal experience with the event, but it is tradition to celebrate your parent’s birthday, no?”

When you shake your head in agreement, L’s pointer finger locates the Watari intercom button. He requests a piece of strawberry cake and glancing at you, a piece of red velvet with a couple candles. You never told him it was your favorite, and realizing he cares enough to find out on his own loosens the strain on your heart a little.

The deserts are brought within mere minutes, placed in front of you with a handful of wax sticks and a small lighter. He hands you the candles in his strange way, your fingers brushing on his pale, nimble ones. You smile softly to yourself, arrange them to make a 57 in the cake and watch as he flicks the lighter and sets ablaze the wicks. You look up, a bashful grin as you say “It’s not technically my birthday, so i don’t know if i’m supposed to blow them out.”

“Suppose we do it together, do you reckon it cancels out?”

You giggle then, the sound airy and light in the cold room. “Like PEMDAS?”

“Sure.” He tosses a singular nod to the right.

“Okay,” Your happy eyes squint at his, seeing the playful quirk of his mouth as you both lean forward. His white skin shines with yellow and orange in the light and he looks strangely handsome so close to you. You purse your lips, watching him copy you before you close your eyes and wish for this stupid case to end, feeling the light gust of L's sweet breath on your cheeks.

When your eyelids crack open again, you find his ever-searching gaze on you as he starts to pluck the wax from your cake. You give him a small smile, finding peace and intimacy in the place you risk your life everyday with a man you never thought you’d come to like.

You wonder what will happen when Kira is gone, if you’ll ever see this strange introvert again and it makes you almost sad to have wished for its end. Guilt comes after when you remember all those who have lost their lives and pain flashes in your pupils. L mistakes it for maternal longing.

“She misses you.” Your mouth pops open in surpirse, eyes doing the same when he tilts his head and you can see how he feels for once. Compassion sits in the inky depths of his gaze and it stuns you to your core. “I would.”

The moment sits heavy with emotion before a fork is plunging into your piece of cake and he’s stealing a bite with a mischievous expression. You chuckle, opting to reply with a roll of your eyes and nimble at the desert yourself.

“Thank you.” You whisper, the sound of monitors the only noise in the empty room. He lets out a noncommittal grunt and you lapse back into the quiet. As you eat your separate cakes, you swallow around the understanding that you don’t mind sharing the silence if it’s with him. In fact, you wouldn’t mind sharing anything if it was with him.

[lafiametta]

Okay I have something for your one word Igor and anora prompt - how about 'easy'?

I hope you all are ready for a very drunk Igor... :)

She’s a few hours into her shift when she checks her phone, swiping it open to a string of messages.

ARE YOU HOME OR OUT?

I AM IN DOWNTOWN WITH OLD FRIEND FROM MOSKVA

BY EMPIRE STATE BUILDING

YOU SHOULD COME MEET US

ANI COME MEET US PLEASE

WE ARE HAING FUN

She rolls her eyes because he sounds like such a complete fucking idiot, even though it’s also kind of cute with him pleading in all-caps.

dude, i’m at work

Almost immediately, there’s three moving dots and then a reply.

WHEN ARE YOU DONE? COME LATER, WE WILL STAY

ME AND TOLYA

MY FRIEND IS TOLYA

He’s normally not this persistent—or chatty—so part of her is wondering what’s going on, although she has a suspicion. Curling herself around a little to hide her phone, she leans against the bar and types out a response.

are you drunk?

YES, LITTLE

COME HAVE A DRINK ANI PLEASE

Another message from him pops up: a map with a shared location, pinpointing some place on West 35th Street.

She doesn’t answer, but just turns off her phone and slips it back in her purse. There’s a lot going on tonight—halfway through her shift and she’s barely cleared $150—and she doesn’t really have time for any of Igor’s weird bullshit. His weird drunk bullshit.

She hasn’t ever seen him drunk before, she realizes. They’ve been high together, but that just made him more mellow than anything else. He doesn’t really seem to drink at all, at least not when he’s around her, and he doesn’t talk about going out a lot, to bars or clubs or anything like that. Maybe he just saves it for old friends from Russia, however many of those he might have floating around.

For the next couple of hours she tries to focus on work, circulating on the floor and introducing herself to some of the unattached men she sees. There’s a few that seem promising, but none end up wanting to head over to VIP to get a private dance. By two, the club is growing emptier, with fewer prospects. She’s got enough to tip out—even for the DJ, who still hasn’t bothered to listen to her playlist—but the night’s not going to be one she writes home about. At this point, it’s so dead that she might as well head home.

Jimmy gives her permission to go early and she’s in the dressing room, changing back into her street clothes, when she thinks to check her phone.

His last set of messages are from thirty minutes ago.

ANI ARE YOU COMING

TOLYA WANTS MEET YOU

BEATIFUL ANI I WANT TO SEE YOU

Part of her just wants to ignore the whole thing—it’s been a long night, with not a lot to show for it—and head straight for the Q train and then home to bed. Plus, he’ll be so pink and embarrassed the next time she sees him, which should be fucking hilarious. She throws on her puffy jacket and her headphones and waves goodbye to some of the girls, thinking to head straight in the direction of the subway entrance. But there’s something that keeps her from going down the steps and instead pulls her down past Penn Station and the Garden, until she’s crossed 6th Avenue under the shadow of the Empire State Building.

It’s just some stupid sports bar—a glorified tourist trap—and she can’t figure out why he chose it aside from some misguided idea about the kinds of places Americans go to get plastered. She steps inside: it’s only an hour until last call and the place seems as deserted as HQ, with the exception of what are clearly two very drunk men at the end of the bar.

Ani recognizes one—she would know that shaved head anywhere—and the other is a little shorter and a little smaller, with a thatch of light brown hair.

Igor sees her first and she’s a bit ashamed of how warm her chest grows when his wide blue eyes light up at the sight of her.

“Ani!” he nearly bellows. “You are here!”

As she walks over to the bar, the other man looks her deliberately up and down in that way that only foreign—or very intoxicated—men do.

“Igor, man, you didn’t tell me how fucking hot she was,” he says in Russian.

Ani offers him a pointed stare. “And I guess he didn’t tell you that I know Russian, too?” she asks. Her accent is pretty rough, but she knows he’ll understand.

He only laughs and claps Igor on the shoulder. “Oh, fuck! Amazing!”

Igor has risen from his seat and comes closer to wrap her up in a huge hug. He’s wobbly and smells like vodka and it’s all she can do to hold him up.

“Ani, Ani,” he says against the side of her head as they sway back and forth a little. “I am glad you come.” He’s just holding her and she knows he’s drunk as fuck, but there’s still something kind of sweet about it, his unguarded display of affection. “The most beautiful Ani,” he murmurs, his arms pulling her in a little more.

After a moment he releases her, then with his arm still lightly curled around her waist, turns toward his friend.

“Ani, this is Tolya, my good friend since boys. You have a drink with us?” he asks, clearly excited by the prospect.

“Hey, Tolya, nice to meet you,” she says, in English and a bit friendlier this time, then glances back at Igor. “Yeah, so it’s really fuckin’ late and you’re really fuckin’ out of it and I think we need to get you home.”

Igor stands up a bit straighter—only to wobble a bit more—and narrows his gaze in mock offense. “Oh, you think because I have drunk, you can take me home, l am easy?” Oh fuck, she thinks, is he flirting? He’s so terrible at it that it’s almost funny.

“No, dumbass,” she says, “I’m not taking you to my house,” but even as she says it, there’s the thought of it threading through her mind: his sneakers sitting on her carpet, him collapsed in her bed, bare feet sticking out from under the blanket.

He doesn’t argue further and by the time the two Russians have paid their tab and gotten outside, it’s grown even later and more deserted out on the street. She and Igor walk Tolya to his hotel—only a block or so away—and then head for the subway entrance at the corner of Harald Square.

He’s unsteady on the stairs and can barely get his MetroCard through the reader, so she helps him, steering him with an arm around his solid middle.

The train, when it comes, is mostly empty. They have the car all to themselves.

And as they make their way to Brighton Beach, stop by stop, through Manhattan and finally into Brooklyn, his head begins to drop and then rests on her shoulder. “Beautiful Ani,” he mumbles, nearly asleep, as he curls closer towards her. She doesn’t push him back into his seat, but lets him stay there the rest of the ride home.

[send me a one-word Anora x Igor prompt]

[tigertofu]

ok i've been chipping away at this Thing for a long time and i think it's finally ready to be vomitted out into the internet. without further ado, here is my

Stupid-Long List of Trevor Headcanons

divided into chronological sections !

((the NSFW shit is hiding at the bottom))

CW's for: mentions of drugs/alcohol, addiction, cannibalism, violence, gross sex stuff. typical Trevor things

and heres a gif of him cuz ig thats the tumblr thing to do idk i never made one of these lists b4 :x

the past

• he's a scorpio and the reason he has a scorpion tat on his hand is bc he's like. very mildly into horoscopes. he was born some time in november

• he doesn't have a middle name cuz his mom didn't give enough of a shit to give him one

• despite playing hockey and golf as a kid, he was never really that into the sports themselves. he only did hockey because he saw it as a way to beat up other children and not get reprimanded for it, and he did both in the hopes of being good enough at something to earn his mother's praise for once (it did not work :()

• hates his dad bc of how he treated his mom and is glad he abandoned him at that shopping mall when he was a kid

• he (w/ Brad's help) would play "pranks" on (aka BULLY) poor Lester during the north yankton days. some fav pastimes included (but were not limited to): pantsing him, hiding his walking cane, and replacing his asthma medication with laughing gas

• was highkey jealous of how easy Michael could get girls during the north yankton days. when he actually was able to convince a girl to come back home with him, he would make sure to be loud as hell about it so that Mike would know he wasn't the only one getting chicks

• all of his hand tats and a lot of his other tats were done in prison, even tho he was only in for like 6 months

• prison was a mixed bag for him. on one hand, anal. on the other, having to restrain himself from arguments and physical altercations so he could get out early on good behavior

• went thru a breakdancing phase in the 90's (i THINK this one might be canon. idk. could've sworn i've heard him try to tell Lamar this in an attempt to impress him. pls feel free to prove me wrong or right)

• one of the scars on his eyebrows is actually the result of getting a fresh eyebrow piercing ripped tf out during a barfight in the 00's. prob for the best that it was cuz we all know that shit wouldve ended up getting infected and rejecting out of his face anyways

• he moved to Sandy Shores not just because it's nice and isolated, but because it was the place most opposite of north yankton he could think of. never any snow. he absolutely fucking hates cold weather and snow because it reminds him of a certain bank heist that happened in '04

• between Ron, Chef, and Wade, Chef was the first one he met after moving to Sandy Shores. they used to cook meth together in a trailer out in the desert (another one that i THINK is canon but im not sure idk. it all blurs together, idk whats canon and whats not anymore, my brain is too rotted from spinning Trevor around in it like the world's most dried out little shriveled husk of a rotisserie chicken for the past three years, the fog is coming, yk how it is)

• he acquired Liquor Ace the same way he "acquired" the Vanilla Unicorn. the previous owner just mysteriously disappeared one day. nobody in Sandy Shores cared tho once word got around that the new owner was gonna start cooking crystal in the upstairs and selling it

• yk how in the game he said that his heart momentarily stopped once cuz he put an axe thru a power cable? he did that cuz the power had gone out in the middle of him watching an Impotent Rage episode he hadn't seen yet. for some reason (was prob very high and very angry) he thought that he could bring the power back by hitting the sparking wire with an axe. it didnt work. he smelled like overcooked bacon for a week afterwards. he enjoyed that part tho

the present

• he makes Ron cut his hair with a pair of rusty kitchen scissors when he needs a trim. he used to go to the nice barber lady in Sandy Shores but got banned after loudly moaning about how good her nails felt on his scalp once

• once smoked an entire cigarette in one long inhale. Wade witnessed this and found it extremely impressive

• he'll eat pretty much anything but he especially likes foods with strong flavors. salty, sour, super sweet, spicy, etc cuz his taste buds are SHOT from the years of smoking/drug abuse. he abuses condiments, especially hot sauce

• thinks that any restaurant that doesn't have a drive-thru is a "fancy" restaurant

• LOVES candy cuz the meth has given him a major sweet tooth, but prefers anything with chocolate over fruity/gummy candies

• has a weird fascination with eating raw meat.....of any kind. except for sushi. he thinks sushi is "fancy prissy city people food"

• also has a weird fascination with making stews/soups similar to the eyelid one that he tries to feed Michael in that one cutscene. it's the only type of food he knows how to cook. may be a comfort thing for him because microwaving a bowl of canned soup was the most effort his mother ever put into making a meal for him when he was a kid. and she did it like, twice, maybe. he for sure remembers both times very clearly tho and considers them to be some of his fondest memories

• will go for days without eating anything solid before finally sitting down and consuming enough food to feed a family of 5. sometimes he just like. forgets that eating is necessary for survival

• can open beer bottles with his teeth. between that and the meth habit, its an absolute miracle he still has all his teeth

• go-to pizza order is a large meat lover's. he tries to make vaguely sexual passes about "loving large meat" at the poor pizza delivery guys every time he orders delivery. does not tip, but will say shit like "hey, if you come inside i've got a little tip for ya" while the delivery guy quickly vacates the premises

• honestly? i think there is a good 50/50 chance on whether or not he is ACTUALLY a cannibal. maybe he posters as one cuz he likes the reactions it incites, maybe he genuinely enjoys the psychosexual intimacy of consuming the flesh of another human being........ who knows !! not knowing is half the fun :)

• ok ok hear me out u know that stupid tiktok sound that was going around a couple years ago that goes "hi my name is carmen winstead -- HAAAAAHHHGGCHH" ??? look it up if u don't cuz that's what his snoring sounds like. the fucking "HAAAAAHHHGGCHH"

• once he's asleep he is out like a fucking light. guy could sleep thru nuclear war

• is not opposed to drinking hand sanitizer when out of other sources of alcohol. it tastes just like the shitty moonshine Ron makes in his backyard anyways and gets him even drunker so why not !

• hates horror films bc they make him angry. at least, any of the ones where somebody survives at the end. thinks the murderers in them are stupid. starts yelling shit at the TV like "HE'S GETTING AWAY YOU STUPID FUCK,, WHAT ARE YOU DOING !!!!"

• believes baby pink and orange are "his colors"

• will sit on his sofa or bed and try to shoot any cockroaches scurrying around his place with a pistol for funsies when bored sometimes

• enjoys playing darts at the Yellow Jack with anyone who'll play him but absolutely fucking sucks at it cuz of his shaky hands. accidentally threw a dart into another bar patron's head once. will rage and insist his opponent cheated when he loses. will then get physical if anyone tries to tell him its impossible to cheat at darts. is much less of a sore loser when playing with Mike, Frank, or Lamar tho he will still grumble about losing for up to hours on end afterwards

• is an illegal immigrant bc he never became a US citizen. does not own an actual ID, but has several fakes lying around, all with fake birth dates and fake names that are wildly varying levels of believable

• will absolutely flip his fucking lid if Wade comes around him while wearing Juggalo face paint

• speaking of Wade. yk how he has a shitty tattoo of his own name on his arm? (at least i think he does. i tried looking to see if he does and i couldnt tell so now im unsure if thats just yet another detail that my brain completely made up or smth that i actually saw). ANYWAYS, Trevor gave it to him (stick n poke. it was a longggg process but Wade didnt mind too much cuz he was high at the time and consented to it beforehands anyways) when Trevor first "took him in" cuz he kept forgetting his name and got tired of referring to him as "Hey, you" (which Wade did not respond to most of the time anyways)

• is an ugly crier. like, a butt-ugly crier. snot, drooling, wailing, red face, the whole nine yards and he is loud as hell about it too

• loves back rubs cuz ofc he does he's an old man. often makes Ron or Wade give him massages

• his boomer-ass super-zoomed-in LifeInvader profile pic was taken by Ron. it took them a dozen tries before they got it

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• he sucks at eating out.........kinda? but what he lacks in precision and consistency he makes up for with sheer (sloppy. slobbery) passion. and endurance. can stay down there (and will, if you let him) for hours

• is not much better at blowing. "accidentally" uses too much teeth every time

• ~4 inches. MAYBE 4.5. good girth tho. not cut

• has a thing for chubby/thicc ppl

• is a biter and won't ask before biting so uhh watch out ! part of the reason for the above is bc there's more to bite

• loooooves loves loves to suck on things. fingers, necks, tits, dicks, anything. also looooooves having it reciprocated. particularly likes shoving his fingers in your mouth

• loves to involve mouths as much as possible. spitting/being spat on, the aforementioned biting as well as being bitten, eating food off of your body or having food eaten off of him, the type of makeout sessions that involve shoving each other's tongues down each other's throats.. anything that involves mouths and/or the motions of eating drives him fucking wild

• will beg you even when not explicitly told to when he's not feeling dominant. will beg and beg and beg and beg and it's hot but can also quickly become incredibly annoying

• but he LOVES to be annoying on purpose too. via the begging, or by teasing/edging, mocking, etc. loves to get a rise out of you and loves the attention (even if negative.. ESPECIALLY if negative) it gets him

• occasionally cries after sex. will expect you to hold him while he does. will start to angry cry and say you don't actually love him if you refuse

• now ik this one is nothing groundbreaking and seems to already be the general consensus amongst the Trevor enjoyers but im gonna say it anyways. he def has a thing for public/semi-public sex. be careful about sitting next to him while in any public space. he WILL try to touch on you and it WILL be in a way that makes it obvious to everyone in the immediate vicinity what's going on. does he do it on purpose as an exhibition thing? maybe...... does he genuinely think he's being slick about it? also maybe. if ur with him, expect to be banned from multiple establishments

• lowkey has a breeding kink in the sense that he loves to finish inside (not just bc it feels nice but also bc of the intimacy of it) and thinks that pregnant women are hot as hell

• is most likely infertile due to the years of meth use tho

• loves to both overstimulate and be overstimulated. just bc you've both climaxed doesnt mean he wont keep going for god-knows-how-long

..................andd that's all she (i) wrote. ty for reading !! i've got more shit to say about Trevor cuz ofc i do but this is already like 2k words so if u wanna hear my headcanons on anything specific at all,, pls do throw it in my ask box ! <33

[eriquin]

The Trolley Problem, Part 66

Tommy had a good idea for a hiding place, and they all go there to plan their next move.

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Brimborn Steelworks had been deserted for years, The floor of the main building was littered with trash and broken glass, and the windows were caked with dirt. They only let in a bit of sunlight, and the power was off so none of the indoor lights worked. Tommy and Jonathan moved as much junk as they could away from the entrance, but there was still only going to be room for a couple of cars. Luckily, the woods nearby were dense enough to hide some more, just like Joyce had said.

They had saved a space for Wayne’s truck, and once he explained what had happened, they made the decision to pull the doors closed again and hunker down. Joyce and Carol fretted over El while the boys huddled in a corner together, talking about something.

At some point, Jonathan and Nancy went out to get food. They came back with burgers for everyone, and some picnic blankets that they’d dug up from somewhere. Laying them out in the middle of the floor made it almost sanitary, and the whole group gathered together to eat. Tommy dug into his quarter pounder like he’d never eaten before in his life. Carol leaned against his shoulder so she could steal his fries. Other than the location and the company, they could’ve been on a date.

“Okay, so, we might have an idea,” Dustin said, finally. He looked over at El. “I know it’s a long shot, but do you think you’re strong enough to open another gate?”

El’s eyes went wide in shock. Carol started to yell at Dustin, but Steve sat up straight. “Hold on a second. Let her answer.”

“Steve!” Carol turned on him. “You were the one who said we wouldn’t make her do that.”

“We’re not making her do anything,” Steve said. “She’s a lot stronger now.” 

“It was, like, two days ago.”

“She threw a van like it was nothing, Carol. You should’ve seen her.” He sighed. “Just, if we could do it on our own, we wouldn’t have to go back to the lab.”

“It’s either that, or lure the demogorgon out again,” said Mike, quietly.

Every adult and teenager turned to stare at him in disbelief. He ducked his head and tried to hide behind Lucas, but it was too late. Steve and Carol both stood with their hands on their hips, lecturing him. Nancy was yelling about how she couldn’t believe him, and Joyce looked torn between joining in and telling the teens to calm down. Tommy chewed on the inside of his cheek for a second, then got to his feet. 

“Hey!” he yelled. “Don’t start ripping pages out of our playbook. It was a stupid idea when it was just the kids, but it might still work if we’re all there.”

Steve turned his judgemental glare at him. “Are you kidding me?”

“I’m not saying we have the kids fight the damn monster!” Tommy snapped back. “But between you, me, and Chief Hopper? We could probably take it.”

“We already tried it, Tommy! In my backyard! And it nearly killed you, me, and Robin, never mind the kids!” Steve’s chest was heaving. He looked ready to fight.

But Tommy wouldn’t back down. “Because we weren’t prepared. We know better now.”

“No! It was stupid then and it’s stupid now. We’re not doing it, end of story.”

“You’re not the boss here, Harrington!”

“All right, stop,” Joyce said, waving her hands and stepping between them. “Enough of this. No more shouting. You’re scaring the kids.”

Tommy and Steve both looked down at her, and then over at the boys and El. They did look upset, especially El. Carol was next to her and just looked pissed off. Tommy realized that he was going to get an earful about it later, but he’d mostly been trying to keep everyone from yelling at Mike in the first place. He ducked his head and muttered an apology, and Steve got a shocked look on his face before doing the same. 

Joyce nodded and continued talking. “Okay, now, I haven’t seen this monster, we’re pretty sure that it’s already killed a couple of people, aren’t we?” 

Robin nodded. “At least Heather and Kurt, I think.” 

“And it’s from the same place where Will is?” When they nodded, she put her hand to her throat. “Is it after him? Do we know if he’s safe?” 

“El saw him and Eddie together yesterday, using her powers,” Steve said. “They were safe then. She tried to check again this morning but couldn’t get through. It doesn’t always work.” 

“Okay, then we should check again.” She went back to El and crouched down next to her. “Sweetie, do you think you can try to find them again? Maybe tell us where they are?” 

El looked at her with big, scared eyes and said, “I don’t know.” She looked over at Carol for reassurance. “I can look.” 

They tried that. Tommy hadn’t seen her powers since Tuesday, and he was prepared for it to be a little freaky, but it was more of a letdown. They used the radio in Wayne’s truck to dial into some static, and a bandana over her eyes, but she couldn’t find them. 

“Maybe we’re too far away from them,” Robin said. 

Nancy cocked her head to the side. “What do you mean?”

“Like, maybe we have to be closer to the lab, because there’s a gate there? Or maybe we have to be closer to where Eddie and Will are, physically, in the Upside Down? We know it’s a copy of Hawkins, right? Wasn’t Eddie hiding out in his trailer when you got through to him before? I mean, not his actual trailer, but his Upside Down version of his trailer? So he was, like, right there, just...” She trailed off and waved her hands in the air, like she was trying to gesture at where Eddie would have been.

“So you’re thinking that where they are in the Upside Down matters with El’s powers?” Dustin asked.

Robin shrugged with her shoulders up to her ears. “Maybe? I don’t know how this works.”

“Yeah, but then to figure out where they are, we’d have to move closer to them,” Nancy said. “And we can’t move closer to them unless we know where they are.”

One of the kids chimed in with, “Maybe we can drive around until El can see them?”

“She’s not a Gieger counter, dingbat.”

“And we have to stay hidden. We can’t just go driving around with El in a car.” 

“Bathtub,” El said, suddenly. 

The group quieted down and looked at her. She shrunk back under their attention. “El, sweetie, what did you say?” Carol asked. 

With Carol’s hand on her back, she looked a little braver. “I can find them. In the bathtub.” Then, she focused all her attention on Dustin, who just looked confused by it. “I opened the gate in the bathtub, too.” 

After a lot of discussion and back-and-forth, the smarter folks finally figured out that El’s ‘bathtub’ was some kind of scientific device they had at the lab. It was something that made her powers stronger and easier to use. Tommy stood back and bumped shoulders with Steve. “Any of this make sense to you?”

“No. But it never did the first time around, either, so I’ve kind of stopped trying. Dustin will figure it out.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “He’s crazy good at this science stuff.” 

“Yeah, it’s kind of scary, actually. Isn’t he, like, twelve? He’s a regular little genius.” 

Steve nodded. “Which means he can be really stupid about stuff sometimes, too. All the kids can be.” 

“Hey, about the demogorgon thing...” Tommy sighed. 

“No, I get it. We were ganging up on Mike. The kids were just... Christ, I was just saying they were smart but they can also be so stupid sometimes. I know they were just trying to help, I really do. I just...” His shoulders slumped.

“You want to ground them and lock them in their rooms so they’re safe, right?” 

“God. Exactly.” 

Tommy smirked. “Like, they’re not that much older than Alyssa. Can you imagine her being here?” 

A weird look came over Steve’s face. “Alyssa is like, ten, isn’t she? I don’t know. She always listened to me more than you. Maybe we should trade out which Hagan we have on this team.” 

He snorted and gave Steve’s shoulder a teasing shove. “Fuck off, Harrington. We’ve got enough little girls on the team with you here.” 

“Man, don’t say that like it’s an insult.” He shoved back, just as playfully. “The only actual little girl on the team is the strongest one here.”

“Yeah, yeah. Fair, fair.” Tommy smirked. “You’re the one with the pretty princess hair, though.” He reached up to mess Steve’s hair up, but Steve ducked out of the way and pretty soon they were roughhousing like old times. They only stopped when Carol and the others got annoyed at them and yelled. Afterwards, Steve looked loosened up and a little more relaxed. Tommy counted that as a win.

While they were horsing around, the rest of the group had come up with a plan. Most of them were going to stay there until Hopper got back and it got dark, but a smaller group was getting ready to head back to the Byers house ahead of time. Dustin had a vague idea of how to make the bathtub thing that El needed, but he needed to call someone and ask them for details. They promised to come right back when they had answers. There was some debate about taking the only walkie they had, but they decided not to. Joyce said that they’d swing by Radio Shack and get a couple more instead. Jonathan and Nancy went with her.

The rest of them stayed put. It was starting to get dark out, but they had enough flashlights and lanterns for the time being. They sat around in the middle of the big room and waited, growing more nervous as the sun went down.

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"Where the wind takes us" a questionable swagtre wild west inspired fanfic by Steakphonophore.

This was not the day Entre was planning for himself maybe he should of just expected something like this by now, maybe he shouldn't of just taken Swag's word on anything at all especially him saying the two could work together from now on. He couldn' even give himself a moment to clear his damn mind with the situation he'd been quite mercilessly dumped into. His body being shook around. He'd have to lean himself and hold onto whatever was closest to him to steady himself. He was supposed to be the town sherif, a title he had taken on himself but still no less a role he had put himself into. It was in no way an easy task. It was made no easier by the fact he was being tossed around like a ragdoll and almost flying onto his surroundings. One of his surroundings unfortunately or fortunately being Swag.

"All this space in here and you're pretty much just trying to sit on my lap-." Entre's self loathing was interrupted by non other than Swag himself with a stupid grin plastered all over his face, in this moment Entre felt like he just hated Swag. He hated his his voice, He hated his attitude, He hated the fact that he couldn't stop himself from looking up to him, He hated the fact he managed to accessorise himself even in a time like this, He hated the the sound his boots made when he moved, He hated that he like the cow print he wore but right now the thing he hated about Swag the most were the thoughts in his head about him that refused to shut up about him.

"And why would anyone want to be on you're lap? I pity anyone who'd be anywhere close to doing that or even considering it."

"Well it all meakes sense then." Swag responded almost instantly. "Well that and the fact you're undeniably a-."

"Swag. Be real for just one moment.-" Not even ten words in and Swag had already spoke over him.

"Bitch, I'm the realest person here and it's not my fault I got us on the wrong train, you were the one rushing me in the first place. We got your supplies you wanted soo badly. What's your problem now?"

"I don't know Swag, maybe the fact we were supposed to bring those back to town with us??? Did you think of that?"

"The towns fine, it's not like they don't have supplies there, you're just being dramatic."

"That's great to hear coming from the drama queen himself. Next time, Swag, stick to your drama not giving us directions."

"You didn't ask for directions you asked for me to take us to a train. Blame it on yourself you weren't clear enough in what you wanted." Swag leans himself back he was still struggling between lighting up his cigar and stopping his own body from being frown around. Swag wasn't going to let Entre know this though. He wouldn't let him know if that was an option that was.

"Do you even know where we are right now, how are you so calm??"

"Maybe because we've been staying around thneedville and greenville they aren't exactly hard to miss on a map."

"I don't think you know how to tell North from South never mind reading a map, Swag."

"I can read a lot of things, your Mom being one of them."

"What are you even talking about?? We have pretty much the same Mom, dumbass."

"You're the dumbass. I mean what happened to the whole no gun rule? That's got to be a pistol in your pocket because I'm damn certain it isn't because you're happy to be spending time with me but knowing you maybe it isn't."

"That is not what is going on and you're the one thinking those things! I'll have you know I *NEVER* think about you that way *EVER*"

"Then why have you been spending this entire ride with your eyes in my lips like that? You really need to have a talk with yourself. Maybe that desert heats gone to your head."

"And what, made me gay? Is that what you're insinuating??"

"No I think you were born that way or you looked at me, I know, I know. Don't be scared. I know I look good and I know you know I look good to from that way your undressing me with those eyes of yours."

"I am *NOT* undressing *YOU* with *MY* eyes! I was just hoping by some miracle a tumble-weed would fly through here and take smash into you."

"Something tells me that's not the only thing you want to smash into me, and to think I was nice enough to treat you to this break."

"Don't tell me you actually planned this. You better say sike, right now because I've got a town to run I can't just be out here playing games with you, Dispte what you may think you're not priority number one."

"Quit complaining. Even if you *don't want to* it's too dark and far to far to get back tonight so you might as well quit your complaining while we're out and *relax*." Swag finally managing to puff on his cigar with one hand. While holding the sides of the cargo train walls. "You're always work yourself up over nothing."

Entre snatched the cigar taking a breath of it himself before passing it back.* "I can't fuking believe you. Do you even know where we're going..?" As the train gets onto less bumpy tracks he allows himself to rest back even if just for a minute.

"Where ever the wind takes us."

"You did not just say that-." he leans closer to Swag to share the cigar as he watched the sun faded into the distance replacing itself with a soft orange glow. "I hate you, Swag."

"I hate you to, Entre."

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After Running Away - Leona x Jamil

Well hello again @completeanduttermess​

Okay so...of course I had to finish this before June ended so, yay! Happy pride month! Second, oh my god, I’m so sorry this is so bad. I may have had free time, so my brain decided all work was out of the question. It was either this or the pet!au that was getting way out of hand and almost not LeoJami at all. 

Anyway, this is meant to be in the era after The Lives We Want. 

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Leona & Jamil After Running Away

In the beginning, it’s rough.

Mostly for Leona.

Big Kitty may have been shunned by his kingdom, but he was still a prince. He still had people looking after him and doing all the grunt work for him.

He can’t do that now.

Well, he probably could. Jamil would probably do it, but then the desert native would be living the same life Leona just saved him from.

So, even if he grumbles and moans the whole time, Leona is going to do his own chores with his own hands. Or at least try.

Jamil has to save him.

It’s terribly awkward for him to watch Leona try to cook or wash clothes. The lion could barely dye his own hair after all.

Leona is smart and talented and could probably easily survive on his own. But for the life of him the man cannot navigate a kitchen.

So Jamil does often end up with those chores, but Leona always watches carefully. He’s observing and taking the process in. And it’ll be soon enough that he’ll knock Jamil’s socks off with a curry he made himself.

Jamil is faring a bit better at this new life. But he still has a lot of anxiety.

Every bit of him is nervous that someone is going to recognize him. Or recognize Leona. And when that happens, Leona might be punished. And Jamil’s family might be punished. All the consequences of a single slip up plague his thoughts.

Those nerves often come out in his overplanning. He starts mapping out their next stop, the sights they’ll see and the places they’ll stay, but in an excessive way—like down to the minute. He’s scarily accurate. Sometimes, he unpacks the bags to take stock of their supplies, check their cash, and mend any clothes.

The worst is when he starts making contingency plans. That’s when the paranoia really starts to win. He’s rehearsed in his head what he’d say to anyone who asks who he is and if they’ve seen him on the news. He’s even thought about what he’d do if anyone tried to detain Leona for this whole thing.

While it may all look normal on the outside, Leona is very aware when Jamil is stressing. And in those times, Leona does what Leona does best.

Annoy Jamil.

Sometimes it’s literally laying on top of Jamil’s focused task, sometimes it’s sitting nearby to poke him, sometimes it’s throwing random things at him (like socks and pillows and wadded paper), and sometimes it’s picking the snake up to haul him off. Somehow, this stupid “pay attention to me” tactic always work. Jamil does pay attention to him and that gives Leona all the leverage he needs to be a distraction.

Because Jamil knows that, no matter what happens, they’re in this mess together. Surely their two bright minds could get them out of any situation.

Aside from Jamil’s anxieties and Leona’s lack of daily living skills, these two are having the time of their lives!!!

Leona doesn’t feel the eyes of everyone comparing him to his brother. He didn’t realize just how much of a weight that was.

And there’s no pressure of “royal appearances.” He can be as “slob” as he wants…if Jamil lets him. Well, maybe he cares about his appearance a little, but it doesn’t have to be annoying anymore.

And Jamil gets to do whatever the fuck he wants! He gets to say “no” when he doesn’t want to do something. He gets to do whatever he wants. And he gets to show off, so long as no one recognizes him.

Though part of him might yearn for the world to recognize him, Jamil is rational. Besides, it’s more than enough for him if only Leona sees him.

At first, they visited some small places, trying to keep a low profile while the world was on the lookout for them.

But as time went on and their faces faded from the news, they got see the rest of the world.

They’ve seen the inside of many motels and Airbnbs. But they’ve also spent nights under the stars. Lying on grass, saying stupid stuff and laughing at nothing until they fall asleep. Those are probably their favorite moments.

They have acquired a broom. It’s the fastest, and really only way, for them to get around. They may have money, but rentals, taxis, and tickets add up. And brooms run on magic, which is free. It also makes the quickest escape if necessary.

And sometimes, just floating on by is peaceful enough for them.

Mostly Jamil is in charge of where they go. Sometimes Leona will put in his opinion on where to go, but mostly, he has no opinion and just lets Jamil choose.

As they approach each new destination, the excitement tends to spark in Little Snake. His demeanor lightens and usually there’s a smile on his face. Leona almost always catches himself staring—maybe smiling a bit too.

Leona actually stares a lot. He gets a bit of second-hand excitement watching Jamil. That and just watching his sweetheart makes him feel all warm and fuzzy inside. But he’ll never admit that. It one of the things that Jamil teases him about.

But honestly, how could he ever stop himself when all the wonder of the world sparks in those gorgeous eyes.

Though there’s a lot of cooking, there’s also frequently the taste-testing of local cuisine. It gets a little interesting considering Leona’s picky pallet but they enjoy taking a break and sharing something new. When he finds something he likes, Jamil analyzes the flavors, wondering if he could easily recreate it.

Though there’s plenty of money from Leona’s savings for now, Jamil keeps an eye out for little odd jobs as they walk through. Things like helping load or unload trucks, delivery across town—just little things to make a quick buck. Leona grumbles as he pulls his weight.

Despite enjoying the travelling, sometimes they talk about settling down somewhere. In fact, as they travel, they talk about the pros and cons of living in the location they’re in. There’s a small list on the places they’d want to live, but both of them agree that it’s going to be a few years before they think about that.

For now, it’s just enjoying their newfound freedom and enjoying each other’s company.

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the sea around us; pt.2, chapter four

Snowy saw no choice but to run- wondering if Rafe will ever understand that the pogues mean everything to her. JJ gets it though. JJ will always get it.

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It takes us about nine hours to reach Nassau, and luckily JJ snagged some gas cans from the dock because we did end up running out. I don't know if I feel right about what happened with JJ, but I'm sure Rafe won't want me around anymore. I do know that JJ does. And he does make me happy, after all, he's my best friend. The only thing holding me back from fully being with him is thinking of Rafe, but I'll move on soon enough. Luckily, when we talked about it, JJ was understanding that I didn't want to jump into anything official with him just yet. He knows I really care about Rafe, and he doesn't expect me to immediately let him go.

We pull up onto the beach and it's dark, which is perfect conditions for us to try and hide the boat in a deserted part of the shore. "Okay, so what's our plan now?" I ask as we walk off the beach and into the dead city.

"Now's our test, how well do we know John B, like really? What would he do, where would he hide." JJ says and I nod a little.

"Full disclosure, I think I'm going to fail this test." I laugh.

"No, we've got this. We're the golden trio and we're two out of three. We just need to put our heads together on this."

"You don't know either, huh?"

"Not really, no." JJ admits.

"Okay, so, he's obviously going to be hiding, and also he's with Sarah so he's going to be somewhere safe, but this place is crawling with cops." I think out loud as we walk down an empty street. My ankle doesn't hurt nearly as bad as it did the other day, so I'm confident now it wasn't a real break. JJ is still holding onto me, though, supporting almost all my weight as I rest my arm up over his shoulders.

"Yes, right, somewhere Sarah feels safe, not right in the middle of town probably..." He agrees, nodding thoughtfully and then he stops, turning around to look behind us. "Maybe there?"

"That looks like a five-star resort, J. I don't know if that's a great place to lay low." I say, voicing my skepticism.

"Typically, no, but if Sarah could talk their way in I bet they're on the grounds somewhere, because why would they hide there? No one will look there because it's so stupid."

"I mean, I don't have any better ideas." I shrug. "It's worth a shot, but how will we get in?"

"We'll figure it out." JJ says, and we start heading toward the resort. "And if not, we can work our way through the island in the other direction, it'll narrow it down a little."

Luckily, we didn't have to do that.

We're walking along a bridge on the way to the resort when we see a blonde girl walking towards us.

"Is that... Sarah?" I say quietly, squinting a little bit to try and make out the figure. We get closer, and I get my answer before I can tell myself.

"Snowy?" I hear, and I look up at JJ. He's smiling, but looks worried. Within seconds, the girl is running up to us and throwing her arms around us.

"Oh my god, Snowy, JJ, I am so happy to see you." I grin as I hug her back.

"I'm so glad you're okay... Pope said your boat flipped, how did you get here?" I ask as we finally pull away.

"We got picked up by a cargo ship, but they tried to turn us in when we docked." Sarah explains. "Nice haircut, by the way." She grins, reaching out to touch my hair where it now ends right above my shoulders.

"Wheres John B?" JJ asks and Sarah sighs a little, turning her attention to him.

"I told him not to, but he's currently breaking into my family's vacation home on Paradise Island." She explains. "That's where the gold is."

"Where's that?" JJ asks and she points back behind us.

"It's that house, with the lights there on the beach." She points it out and we both look back.

"Holy shit, I thought Tannyhill was nice." I laugh a little.

"I'm gonna go find him, you guys go back where you and John B are camping out and we'll be back soon." JJ says, turning to me. "Stay safe, okay?" He says, planting a kiss on my forehead before taking off in a light jog back the way we came.

"Woah, uhm, what was that about?" Sarah asks me as she turns and we start to head back toward the resort.

"Long story." I sigh, but I guess there's no better time to talk about it than now. "We talked things out on the boat from Florida, well, fought it out, then we kissed... A bunch... and then I said I don't want to jump straight into another relationship so we'll just play it out and see what happens."

"Wait, back up, you and Rafe broke up?" She asks.

"Not exactly, but I doubt he'll welcome me with open arms after Pope almost killed him and I left him behind." I say sadly.

"He'll be pissed, sure, but that doesn't mean he doesn't care anymore. What if he wants to work it out?"

I sigh and shake my head. "I really don't know, Sarah. Something about being with JJ feels wrong, but he's my best friend, you know? I don't want to hurt him, besides it feels healing for me. I wanted this chance for years and now here it is on a silver platter and I don't know if I can take it."

Sarah shrugs. "Trust your gut, I guess. Don't commit to anything right now." She advises me and I nod. "In other relationship news, John B and I got married." She smiles, and my jaw drops.

"Stop, you're literally kidding." I laugh slightly.

"No ma'am. I mean, it's not legal, but the sentiment is there. That's what matters." She smiles and I stop and hug her.

"Oh my god!" I say happily and we both laugh. "Congratulations! That's so frickin' cute, you guys are perfect."

"Thank you, yeah..." Sarah smiles as she lets go. "I'm really happy. I just know he's the one for me, you know?"

"No, not really at the moment." I joke, making her laugh.

"Okay, well, yeah, not yet." She nudges me with her elbow as we keep walking.

Just as we pass the middle of the bridge, we hear a car pull up next to us and before we can even process the situation, we're both being grabbed and thrown into a van, and speeding off down the road.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･

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[o-uncle-newt]

Cabin Pressure Advent Day 5: Edinburgh

So Paris is in my top 5 Cabin Pressure episodes for reasons that I'll get to at EXTENSIVE length on that day of the advent calendar, I assure you. What this means, though, is that I judge the other Birling Day episodes very harshly by its standards.

I do like Edinburgh, but it's definitely part of the somewhat nastier early version of the show. And while I think that there are people who disliked when the show went a bit fluffier in S3-4, I was not one of those people, so I won't lie and pretend that the bitterness isn't a bit startling sometimes.

From a purely character perspective, I don't really understand why Douglas bothers to sabotage Martin here by not explaining what's up- all of them working together would mean that they have the best possible chances of toadying success, and while Douglas likes showing Martin who's really boss, I find it hard to believe he'd risk thousands of pounds on it. That said... he absolutely failed there, which I think is a great plot turn. If you're going to go for nastiness, go for it all the way down, and in the end he's punished for his stupidity in not just letting Martin in on the tip thing in the first place. If he had, then either they'd all have made off like bandits and Douglas would have the whiskey, or Martin would have kept up his attitude about things throughout the episode (with no reason to change his mind) and would never have given Birling the Hamish's what's-it'called and Douglas would still have the whiskey. The ending is great from that perspective, giving just deserts to everyone but Arthur who deserved better.

Mr Birling is great because he's more of a Yves Jutteau than a Hester Macaulay- but even in this episode I was kind of like "um wow" with his takedown of Arthur. I'd forgotten just how harsh it is, and for nobody else to have picked up on how morose Arthur was afterward... well, the way they reacted to Gordon bullying him was definitely much nicer. (And Douglas going on to prank him with the "fix the antenna" thing wasn't great- my first thought was "well he only did that to get access to the whiskey, presumably" but he has to have done that at the beginning of the flight, surely, if Birling would have already drunk a bunch of it before leaving to the game...) And I appreciate that JF follows through on Arthur's proclivity for horse girls with funny cutesy names into the finale, where his initial conversation/the recap is done to a girl named Tiffy who he goes to see do her "horse dressing."

The plot itself felt a little bit disjointed at times (I'm wondering if some of the scenes were cut down in editing, they felt a bit short), and I wish that the whiskey had been a more consistent B plot to the Birling-toadying A plot rather than just randomly shoved in in the middle so we didn't forget about it. But it's a great indicator that the characters are being well developed- it's a perfect character sketch for Martin, a great example of how Douglas can go just a bit too far and self-sabotage even as he triumphs over Carolyn, and it shows that Arthur is, if you go far enough, capable of being hurt, which I think ends up being very relevant later on- the first seeds of which are planted in the very next episode, the fantabulous FITTON!

[berenwrites]

Beyond the Battle - Chapter 28 - Stranger Things - Steddie

Beyond the Battle­: Action & Consequence

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Summary: Steve hits things with a bat or gets hit depending on who you ask. He definitely does not have anything to do with the psychic stuff. That is El’s domain. However, as Vecna is defeated, the rules change.

Pairing: steddie (Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson)

Other Relationships: Steve & Robin, Steve & Dustin, Eddie & Dustin

Rating: Teen

A/N: Multi-chapter story, updated regularly. Honestly not sure how many chapters it will have yet because it's still a bit hand wavy in the middle, but definitely more than 12. Thank you to my beta for find my mistakes and to all those who read/like/reblog.💖 Follow #st:beyond-the-battle for updates.

Also on AO3

Chapter 28.    Backs Against the Wall

Steve looked around the room and hoped someone had an idea, because he was all out. Making sure the house was safe was about as far as he could get. When it came to the more complex plans, he was happy to help, even add a suggestion or two, but he was pretty sure they had many better strategists than him.

“We stay together,” Joyce said before anyone else could speak up.

Hopper looked distinctly torn about that.

“Until we know what’s going on, I want to know where you all are,” Joyce added. “Do we have any way to contact Jon and Argyle? They need to be warned.”

“We don’t have any way of contacting anyone at the moment,” Mike said. “The phones are down, and a jammer is blocking the walkies.”

“Then that should be our first priority,” Hopper said. “We need to…”

A very loud bang interrupted the conversation.

“What the hell was that?” Steve heard his mom ask.

Hopper and Wayne exchanged a look.

“That sounded like a large calibre weapon,” Hopper said, and Wayne nodded.

Steve had no idea what military experience Wayne had, but it seemed as if he knew what he was hearing.

“Nobody move,” Hopper said and headed into the room to the right of the front door.

It was the only downstairs room that had a good view down the drive. Steve put aside the small amount of mac and cheese he had left, sitting forward as his appetite deserted him. When Hopper came back, the man’s expression was grim.

“There’s a heavy armoured car on the driveway,” Hopper said. “I think they just put a warning shot over the house.”

“Holy shit,” Eddie said.

This was part of the shit-show the Upside Down brought that Eddie had never had to deal with; the stupidity of their own government. Steve couldn’t say he was shocked, nor that he blamed Eddie for his reaction.

“They’re trying to intimidate us,” Erica said, as always, wiser than her years.

“It’s working,” was Gareth’s comment on the matter.

“They must have followed us from our house,” El said, sounding guilty.

“They were probably already watching this one,” Steve said, hoping to nip that in the bud. “If they were following Nancy, they were probably following all of us.”

“At least with most of us in one place they can’t pick us off one by one,” Dustin agreed.

There was a momentary, high pitched whistling sound.

“Surrender the girl and this will be over,” came the distorted instruction from outside the house. You have twenty minutes to comply.”

Another crackle and there was silence once again. Everyone in the room shared a look.

“That was him,” El said, confirming what they had suspected.

The day was not looking up. Steve was not privy to all the details of what had happened with project Nina, but he knew enough. This colonel was very bad news.

“Do you have any guns in the house?” Nancy asked, looking at Steve.

He in turn looked to his mom, since he didn’t know of any. His dad was more into golf than hunting or anything like that.

“There’s a rifle in the lock box in the front garage,” his mom said, “but I don’t know how much ammunition there is. David is a terrible shot, so it’s only ever been for show on the odd business hunting trip.”

“Can you show me?” Joyce asked.

His mom stood up with a nod and took the other woman to find the gun.

“I have my service weapon,” Hopper said, producing the handgun from under the back of his jacket like it was a perfectly normal place to keep it.

“I have three bats and plenty of nails if we need to improvise weapons,” Steve revealed, “and I’m sure there’s stuff in the second garage that we could use for Molotovs.”

“Three bats?” Lucas asked.

“I wanted to be prepared,” he replied. “They’re under the bed in Eddie’s room. They’re mostly meant for monsters, but they could come in handy if the standoff doesn’t last.”

“Do you think this colonel will risk a frontal assault?” Dustin asked, and sounded for all the world like he was discussing a strategy for Dungeons and Dragons.

The fact that the kids looked the least likely to panic out of a room full of older teens and adults said so much about their screwed-up world. Steve would have liked to meet their currently faceless enemy with his old bat for putting them all through this again after it was all supposed to be over. It simply wasn’t fair.

“The neighbourhood is mostly empty,” Steve said. “Not many people have come back yet. They’re probably waiting it out in their beach houses until everything’s back to normal.”

He didn’t bother hiding his contempt for his neighbours. It had been a long time since he held any of them in high regard.

“Yeah, but this house is not a secret government base, and it’s full of innocent American citizens,” Hopper pointed out. “That’s a lot harder to cover up, especially when you’re not the only government team on the field. That should make him more inclined to negotiate than come in all guns blazing.”

“They covered up Russians under Starcourt,” Robin pointed out.

“They were all on the same side then,” Will said.

“So, we need to get working on contacting someone before that changes,” Dustin said, sounding as confident as ever. “Steve, do you have any kind of radio equipment we could use to boost the walkies?”

The kid sounded so completely confident in his own abilities that Steve wished he had an easy yes to the question.

“Nothing springs to mind,” he said, “but you can look.”

“Would a cellular phone be of any use?” his mom asked, reappearing with Joyce carrying his dad’s rifle. “There’s no coverage in Hawkins, but I have one in my bags if it could be helpful.”

Dustin’s face lit up.

“I bet we could modify it to patch into the government systems via Cerebro, or, or, Murray. He always has ears on,” the kid said, clearly all sorts of ideas flashing behind his eyes.

“Then we could call in the cavalry,” Mike added.

Steve couldn’t help being amazed as his mom disappeared again, this time to grab the phone and the kids went into action. His house might be about to lose some electronics, but it was a small price to pay.

“Operations Comms is a go,” Hopper said.

“Now we just need to hold off the insane army colonel until help arrives,” Nancy said.

“If I go out to distract…” El started to say.

“No,” was the resounding opinion from every direction.

El looked kind of shocked at the vehemence. Hopper slung an arm around her and pulled her close.

“No noble sacrifices on my watch,” Hopper said very firmly.

“We can take out the armoured car,” Will said, looking at El and trying to sound confident.

El nodded.

“You need to be careful though,” Joyce spoke up. “We don’t want what happened to El after Starcourt and the battle with Henry Creel to happen again. I know you’re stronger together, but a stroke is very, very dangerous. You can’t push too hard.”

“What if they can,” Steve said as a lightbulb went off in his head.

Several sets of eyes stared at him as if he had gone mad.

“You can heal it before it happens,” Robin said, of course immediately getting what he was trying to say.

He nodded.

“How can you be sure?” Hopper asked.

“Because I was trying to do the same thing to myself earlier today,” he replied. “I’m fed up of getting blood out of my clothes, okay?” he added as several people eyed him. “I didn’t get as far as healing myself because I didn’t have time, but I figured out what was going on. I could see where the pressure was.”

El was giving him one of her very serious looks.

“You are not just talking about the nosebleeds,” she said.

“No,” he agreed. “The pressure inside.”

He was pretty sure no one else except Will really understood what they were talking about.

“Show me,” she said, stepping towards him holding out her hand.

“El,” Hopper said, but she looked back over her shoulder at the man, and something must have passed between them, because he backed down.

Steve reached out and took El’s hand, feeling the familiarity of her presence as soon as he did. Closing his eyes he let his healing power rise, giving his instincts free reign as he focused on El. He knew then she had been right, he had healed her before, because he sensed the same level of familiarity he had when he had returned to finish healing Max.

“Ready,” he said.

He sensed it as El slipped into the Void, but he ignored the urge to join her, remaining in the half state, focusing on El’s physical body. It was like sparks along his spine as her abilities rippled through her physical form. He did not need to smash through the barrier for this, not yet at least, El’s own body was quite capable of healing itself from the damage being done. His instincts knew what to do, boosting El’s own healing and preventing the injuries almost before they could begin to form and before they could cause harm.

The crackle of El’s carefully controlled power was awe inspiring as he observed it at such a fundamental level. She was amazing.

When that power was pushed back down, he opened his eyes to find El already looking at him. As soon as their eyes met, she smiled.

“Steve is right, he can heal us,” she said.

“He forgot himself again though,” Robin pointed out.

“Well healing someone else and healing myself at the same time is hard and going to take way more practice than we have time for,” he replied, pulling out the Kleenex he had in his pocket to deal with the slight dribble of blood from his nose. “And healing doesn’t cause the same intense pressure as moving things or going to the Void, I’ll be fine.”

He left the ‘I hope’ off the end of that.

“Try me,” Will said, standing up and walking over to offer his hand.

As he had done with El, Steve took Will’s hand. This was familiar, they had worked together a lot over the last few days, but he had never healed Will. He allowed his instincts to rise once more, carefully feeling out Will in a way he hadn’t needed to with El. Simply letting his instincts rule was not an option for this, he needed to be in control because he would have to be fully aware when they needed him.

“Ready,” he said after taking a good few minutes for his awareness to sink into Will’s physical being.

It felt the same when Will slipped into the Void, but the sensation lancing up Steve’s spine was very different as he focused on Will’s power. The feeling brought with it a sense of fire rather than the lightning like reflection he had felt with El. It whispered of power, carefully controlled, but it was a little bit wilder with untapped potential. What was the same, however, was the pressure that came with it and the damage it could do.

Steve did exactly as he had with El, using his own energy to push Will’s natural healing into overdrive, smoothing over any damage before it was little more than an idea. It was easy, like he had been born to do it.

He was pretty sure it would be harder when El or Will exerted themselves, but he knew he could be ready for it. When he opened his eyes again, Will was already smiling at him.

“I think that’s definitely proof of concept,” Robin concluded.

“But can you heal both of them at the same time?” Joyce asked the next sensible question.

“And how long can you keep it up for?” Hopper added.

“I think so, and as long as I have to,” Steve replied, because he refused to be beaten by any part of this.

He was still holding Will’s hand, so he held out his other one to El once more. All he could do was try.

End of Chapter 28

Chapter 29

[interdimensionalvoid]

GRABS YOU VIOLENTLY GRABS UOU VIOLENTLY GRABS YOU VIOLENTLY GRABS

Anywy

SO BASICALLY

We have our three main characters

Yuki

Oro

Lennox

Originally this was gonna be like

a multiplanet thing but then i decided thats too hard and has too much uneeded detail

but imagine the setting being similar to like raya and the last dragon or wings of fire

where theres distinct parts of the area/contienr/whatever and they’re all impossibly different from eachother from a scientific stand point

Also there’s these monsters called the shaydo and they’re kinda like over powered ghosts

hard to explain, but they’re basically the big bad and caused a bunch of cchaos and now everyone kinda got more racist (as in some races/species blamed others for the reason the shaydo came into being)

so now that i gave you a dollar store world build, let’s get on with the plot

so we have our main character Oro who’s a wood elf and a warlock who has hardcore main character syndrome and kinda just wakes up with the thought of “Man I would totally be the oerfect guy to just go out and stop these evil forces!”

because y’know

an unathletic, illiterate, spoiled brat is the perfect person to go and stop an unknown force of evil haha slay

so he decides to go to the middle of butt fuck no where. literally. with no prompt. no single clue. he just,,, goes there,,,

so in the middle of this desert place thinking highly of himself that he’s just gonna magically have the most epic showdown of all time and win

the obligatory LARGE SAND MONSTER (woooo!!! Yeahhhhh!!! Sand monster!!!!!!!!!!!) appears and now he’s running for his life from the obligatory large sand monster

anyway while he cries and screams like a pathetic baby (because he never thought to yknow. use magic. bc he’s a warlock meaning he could get his demon sugar daddy to help him out, but whatever)

a perfectly placed and conveniently timed stranger comes in and rescues him from doom

he doesnt even get to see this mystery person because he… passes out from shock… (sigh) okay then… uhm,,,

So while he’s out the mystery person is just poking him like

(fast doodle ignore the poor anatomy)

Ofc our mc has to get up evebtually and when he does he immediately blames his savior as working against him and other random nonsensical accusations

and of course they’re kinda pissed because they simply could have not saved oro from the mega death worm fish but,,, okay,,,

eventually they calm him down and introduce themselves as Yuki (a name which they made up on the spot)

Oro (instead of being a decent guest) begins judging and questioning Yuki’s appearance (which Yuki ignores because tbh they’re kind of tired)

Yuki asks him why he’s out in but fuck nowhere and Oro goes on a whole hero monologue

After he finishes Yuki laughs at him (rightfully so) and explains his plan is stupid and “if you cant punch it or reason with it, then you’re not gonna make any progress”

yuki then offers Oro to stay for the night with them and their old guy

Oro agrees and then decides to get Yuki on board to go with him on this mindless adventure

Yuki agrees only for the reason that Oro might kill himself because of his stupidity and lack of knowledge

Together the two set out to go to slmewhere where they COULD get information about the shaydo and maybe how to defeat them

there they meet Lennox

a really big dude with long hair who i accidentally made to look like jesus in the original character sketch

Lennox is one of those silly racist people and openly states his distrust of Yuki countless times, not because of the shaydo or anything

but because he just hates shape shifters and finds them dishonest

As Yuki tries to drag oro away so that they could go find info on the shaydo, lennox inserts himself into the group because he doesnt want oro to get screwed over by Yuki

so now we have a group of people who kinda have different motives and whatever, two of them trying to make sure oro doesn’t kill himself and oro expressing that he’s going to defeat the shaydo

anyway im writing too much so im gonna kinda put bullet points to sum up what happens before the whole ending stuffs

The whole group obviously comes closer together because life or death situations hehehe

Yuki qnd Lennox get extremely close because they both have very similar traumatic experiences

Oro (while getting to know the other two more) slowly grows more spiteful because they’re making great progress in finding out how to defeat the shaydo and his demon sugar daddy is basically feeding this hate into his head about how they’re going to “steal his fame” and “take full credit”

Eventually the big cool final battle thing happens and uhh…

oro decides to get a bit silly with it and uhm

kinda screws everyone over hehe

he rlly said “if i cant have peetah no one can”

and uh yeah

this is still being torn apart and mashed together and the plot makes no sense

so please ask many questions because the more you ask the better i can make the plot make sense for my reasers 🥺🥺🥺

OOHHHHHHH THIS IS COOL

Do you have any drawings or sketches of them?

[roving-boi]

Dear Diary,

My dad pressured me the other day about career/school, because I don’t know what I want to do after school. He wants me to go to some sort of technical school or I dunno, get some sort of education so I’m not stuck making minimum wage. But no field really sounds good to me. Everything, all of my options just sound miserable. I’m scared to even find a career in writing or art because I know people will have expectations for me and when that happens I’m stuck fearing that I won’t satisfy anyone. I’m not really a magic machine that can write and or create the best piece of fiction ever out of thin air. I mean I guess that’s sort of how it works, but on short notice I should say. Everything that comes to me just comes to me on its own, and I take forever to actually get it down on paper. I’m not even anywhere near done my novel that I started like 2 months ago.

In other news, my mom bought a house (well it’s more of a mortgage), and it’s going to be ready to be moved into soon. It has 3 bedrooms, one for me, my brother, and my mom (and unfortunately my ex-step dad that she got back together with for some fucking reason. God I hate that guy). My mom wants me to move back in with her and be a family again. Though she wants me to graduate high school where I’m at currently and then make the choice to come live with her. Now here is the problem, my dad is quite unaware of all of this and telling him is going to cause arguments and other discourse I don’t really wanna deal with.

My aunt told me I should do whatever I want, and not worry about pleasing or hurting others. And I think it’s something I’m gonna do. I need my own space, and it lets me live somewhere more free, and much closer to work. Where my dad lives, is quite literally out in the desert in the middle of nowhere. There’s no opportunity here, there’s no work, there’s nothing. I don’t know how I’m supposed to do anything here.

I was looking at comments on an Instagram reel about people getting rejected from jobs. Like Walmart and food jobs. The basic crap. It kind of started stressing me out. I don’t plan to go to college and I don’t know what I’m going to do for money when I leave this place. I have no idea what I’m doing I’ll be honest. And I’m scared I’ll never really make enough to keep myself afloat. There’s nothing at college I even want. And the ONE thing I’m passionate about, fucking jay told me she wants to go to college and get a degree in. Ugh. Fucking great.

I’ve been having nightmares about jay. I had about 4 in a row almost. In one of them I remember driving away and driving and driving until I reached this little food area in the middle of nowhere. It had a sushi restaurant right next to a Mexican restaurant. Really weird but I stopped by and went into the Mexican restaurant. Things were peaceful for a good few minutes I think until I saw jay roll up with her stupid friends. They were going to head into the sushi restaurant but she noticed me sitting at the Mexican restaurant and decided to come in. She walked up to me and I just lost it. I grabbed her by the hair and threw her on the floor, and I started slamming her face onto the tile floor. But she wouldn’t react to it. It was if it wasn’t even hurting her. It started freaking me out and I think screamed for her to shut up because she wouldn’t stop talking. I kept slamming her head into the floor until I guess I got tired and stopped. I don’t remember how to dream ends but it was so freaky. I wanted her to stay down. She wouldn’t.

I don’t wanna see her face at school. She’s dead to me now but, I’d probably just get so angry. I’m so stressed. In other news I got a new friend group and they live really close by. Remember that boy I met at the fair in real life? He let me join his friend group and it’s been great. We voice chat together and play video games together and they make me feel included. They ask me questions, joke with me, ask for my opinion on stuff, they share stuff with me. They just make me feel like I’ve always been apart of their group. My friends at school never did that. I’ve only been hanging out with my new friends for like over a week and already it’s been a better experience than my stupid fake friend group at school.

[jasontodd-artemisgrace4life]

Red hood

Or

Jason Todd

Based on DC comics

By Mackenzie

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Hey it’s Jason Todd, your one and only red hood, the baddest bat kid in Gotham . This story is about me and my life, not Bruce, not dick not Tim or Babs or even Damian ! So where should we start ? Maybe the being definitely….. It all started when I was born into a life of being poor and drugs and stealing. My mom died when I was born and my dad was never around. I have to fend for myself. It was hard. I never tell people but I was scared . Then when I was about 8 I saw Batman fly above me fighting two faces. I couldn’t believe my eyes but I knew one day I would be fighting him two because that’s what happens to kids like me …… about 4 years later I tried to steal the weeks off the bat mobile it didn’t work out very well I can say that . Batman took me and dropped me off at the nearest orphanage. I can’t say I wasn’t pissed but you know we can’t have everything. The next day BRUCE FUCKING WAYNE !!! Wanted to adopt me, the richest man in Gotham. I couldn’t believe my eyes so that’s what happened. I went with him in his limousine and we drove to Wayne manor. Not shortly after that he told me the truth why he was never home because he was Batman . I had a feeling but I was a pretty dumb kid .. so I became the second Robin because you can’t have a Batman without a Robin. We fought together, we were even better than him and dick Grayson and he was the first Robin . I always felt like I had to prove myself to him because I had some big shows to fill . Then 4 years later in the ethiopa desert I was beaten by the joker with a crowbar and I just remember the sound of the crowbar scratching the ground I still feel like I’m there sometimes just by little things And I still remember how I cried for my dad for Bruce . Joker left and I had a chance to get out at least that’s what I thought…… I dragged myself across the floor to the door with a bloody trail behind me . But the door locked then the whole place went BOOM ! Batman was too late . I died and he Held me in his arms and cried. I never really thought how hard it must have been for him. He lost his son and he just held me and cried… I had a nice funeral at least that’s what Barbara said she said dick walked out and cried that he couldn’t handle the fact I was gone his baby brother…. Selina Kyle aka catwoman even came maybe because she was on and off with the old man but who knows. Now you're still listening ? So we all know about Talia Al Ghul and she is in love with Bruce and of course she thought oh if I bring him back to life Batman would love me so I was thrown in the Lazarus pit ! And you know the rest I became the red hood was out of my mind 11 months after I died. Batman replaced me and 4 years later I revealed myself to Batman and let’s say I was a stupid 18 year old . Now Batman told me to meet him on the roof. We had our first mission . To be continued Ideas from : DC comics , weebtoon , red hood and the Outlaws, red hood : outlaws , Batman detective comics , Batman under the red hood , Batman and Robin , Wayne family adventures , red hood and the Outlaws rebirth , Batman brave and bold vol 1 , batfamily

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Thoughts and reflections on vacation

Thoughts and reflections on vacation Thoughts and reflections on vacation, some meditations on this summer popular topic by different and famous authors, writers and artists to enrich our holidays. Holidays are in no sense an alternative to the congestion and bustle of cities and work. Quite the contrary. People look to escape into an intensification of the conditions of ordinary life, into a deliberate aggravation of those conditions: further from nature, nearer to artifice, to abstraction, to total pollution, to well above average levels of stress, pressure, concentration and monotony - this is the ideal of popular entertainment. No one is interested in overcoming alienation; the point is to plunge into it to the point of ecstasy. That is what holidays are for. Jean Baudrillard Total physical and mental inertia are highly agreeable, much more so than we allow ourselves to imagine. A beach not only permits such inertia but enforces it, thus neatly eliminating all problems of guilt. It is now the only place in our overly active world that does. John Kenneth Galbraith More than just yearly rituals in which we connect with friends and family, vacations are also exercises in self-definition. In affording time away from the demands of everyday life, vacations disclose what people choose to do rather than are required to do. Cindy Sondik Aron Sometimes a vacation helps restore peace in families. But you have to find the right method. My brother did this: after a whole year spent sticking together with his wife, he said: «Carme’, this year I want to take a healthy vacation». «Genna’, and how do you take a healthy vacation?» «Say hello to us here, we’ll catch up on the way back!» Alessandro Siani Vacations are designed to refresh the outlook of everyone. No matter how tired they may be when they return to work, vacationers have been refreshed emotionally and intellectually. Their effectiveness in their job has probably improved, and they are, generally speaking, better employees for the time off. Robert J. Fischer

Reflections on vacation What distinguishes a true samurai from other characters is that the original fighter always walks with death at his side and always trains, with his mind above all, instead of going on vacation, even when it's a holiday. Carl William Brown argued and butted heads for a while, and finally decided that it would be better to take a vacation or get a divorce. We discussed it calmly, like mature people, and we decided to get a divorce because we could only spend so much. And besides, a vacation in Bermuda lasts two weeks, whereas a divorce lasts a lifetime. Woody Allen These young people lack neither character nor good aptitude nor diligence: but they have not been given time to give themselves direction, rather they have been accustomed, from childhood, to receive direction. When they were mature enough to be "sent into the desert", something else was done instead - they were used, they were alienated from themselves, they were educated to be used daily, they created for them a theory of duties out of all this - and now they cannot do without it and do not want anything else. The fact remains that these poor draft animals cannot be refused "holidays" - as this ideal of idleness of a century exhausted by too much work is called: in which it is permitted for once to abandon oneself to laziness and to become stupid and childish at one's pleasure. Friedrich Nietzsche Every year, at the beginning of summer, we read learned analyses of staggered holidays, "hit and run" vacations, reasonable departures (intelligent, it seems excessive). Then comes Ferragosto and everything is as usual: people, if they can, don't stay at home. We bite, yes, but only if they don't let us escape along crowded highways. It's not clear whether we are forced (closed offices, shops too), or instead we love the collective ritual and its barbaric aspects: crowds, queues, waiting, suffering and complaints. Beppe Severgnini I never went on vacation with my father, also because my father spent his vacations, about fifteen days in August, painting the apartment under the watchful, attentive and slightly annoying guidance of my mother. Those were the years of the economic boom in Italy, but in our house there was very little money going around. Later we could also go on vacation, and in fact on some occasions both my mother and I had taken vacations, but my father never, by now he had gotten used to it and didn't even miss it. Now I don't remember those August months of so many years ago very well, but one thing I know for sure, they were the best times of my life. Carl William Brown When it comes to the summer months most people start to think about where they will be going on vacation. This is the time of year when most individuals take time off of work because the kids are out of school. It is the perfect time for everyone to spend time together and to regroup from the stress that is often experienced with everyday life. Cindy Crawford The current Western concept of holidays is as ferocious as the very concept of work, not only because it interferes profoundly with the sense of freedom, but because it transforms and distorts its meaning. During the holidays, millions of people are forced to have fun, just as during the rest of the year they are forced to work tirelessly, to dream of finding a job or to recover from breakdowns and illnesses, caused by forced and daily work activity. Silvano Agosti I really love visiting cities of art on vacation. On vacation I go looking for asphalt like a pointer dog looks for a pheasant. What's better than Madrid in August? Maybe Ibiza in August, but you have to be normal. Instead of a pedal boat, the subway. Instead of a walk by the sea, the queue in front of the museum. Instead of a fresh coconut, a hot orangeade. Then I go home pretty gaunt, but with a brain like that. And double the two bullshit. Luciana Littizzetto

Different opinions on vacation Capitalist societies first reduce a lot of people to poverty and then they commission sociologists and statistics professors to do research on poverty and that's how we discover that the poor generally don't have much money, they are numerous, they are usually poorly educated, although not always, they generally come from poor areas of the territory and so on, they spend little, they go to the theater little, they don't go on vacation, they are vulgar, they wash little, and so on and so forth. Carl William Brown Luckily, every year, the holidays arrive, right on time. So we can get rid of those tired eyes of a hen struggling to lay an egg, that color of ice cream licked by a child, with all the flavors mixed together. And, with the holidays, comes the time to cast off. Unplug. Find peace. In the summer, all I want to do is sit on a deckchair and stay there. Still. I want the only thing that moves in me to be the dandruff. And if someone asks me: “What are you doing tonight?”, I already have the answer ready: “Nothing. At most I’ll peel the peppers”. Luciana Littizzetto On paper, vacations are always great. They're supposed to save your marriage, get you healthy, promote world peace, make your skin glow again... The truth is, if you do them right, they're worse than work. They're like a cruise with diarrhea. You spend a lot of money sleeping in airports, lugging suitcases that weigh twice as much as you do, eating food that's impossible to identify, and entrusting your safety to people you've never met before. Erma Bombeck Every “employee” has one. They are evil clouds that hide behind the mountains for up to 12 months, but when they realize that their man is about to go on vacation, they fall on his head, unloading a square of hail on the back of his neck in a meter by meter and accompany him relentlessly. Paolo Villaggio Using a camera appeases the anxiety which the work-driven feel about not working when they are on vacation and supposed to be having fun. They have something to do that is like a friendly imitation of work: they can take pictures. Susan Sontag I am an absolute libertarian, and I think that every restriction is a limit to the healthy economic progress of humanity, for this reason I would not only prohibit murderers from going to prison, buildings that among other things I would immediately abolish, together with all those sordid characters that animate the world of politics and justice, but I would also give them a nice prize. Maybe a prize vacation in China, why not? Carl William Brown Oh, why can't we break away from all this, just you and I, and lodge with my fleas in the hills? I mean, flee to my lodge in the hills. S.J. Perelman, Will B. Johnstone, and Arthur Sheekman If we would only give, just once, the same amount of reflection to what we want to get out of life that we give to the question of what to do with a two weeks' vacation, we would be startled at our false standards and the aimless procession of our busy days. Dorothy Canfield Fisher

Various ideas on vacation If you go on holiday by motorbike, things take on a completely different aspect. In a car you are always in a cockpit; you are used to it and you do not realize that everything you see from that window is nothing but an extra dose of TV. You are a passive observer and the landscape passes by you boringly inside a frame. On a motorbike the frame is no longer there. You have complete contact with everything. You are not a spectator, you are in the scene, and the feeling of presence is overwhelming. Robert Maynard Pirsig Some scholars argue that the energy needed for a fortnight's vacation is equivalent to that consumed in two months of work. On the other hand, what is spent in a fortnight's vacation corresponds to what is earned in two months of work. Eros Drusiani Seeing some of my acquaintances in the mountains during the Christmas holidays, memories of the good old days of university come to mind, when I had to work on holidays, always, while many of my classmates went to have fun, in the summer to the seaside, and in the winter to the snow! Carl William Brown Vacations have become somewhat of a status symbol and a measuring device of how well we're keeping up with the Joneses. This is another path that leads directly into the "Artificial Wealth Trap." While I am a strong advocate of taking time to travel and experience other locales, you must keep in mind that vacations are not long term investments. The strategy here is simple: Do not use your credit cards to finance your travles. You may be living it up in the lap of luxury and relaxation while on vacation but ask yourself how relaxed you will feel when the bills come in. J. J. Childers The death of some workers in a car accident seems almost like a dramatic liberation; that of some rich vacationers in a plane crash seems more pleasantly humorous; finally, the death of some devotees on a pilgrimage to Lourdes turns out to be tragically comic. Carl William Brown Vacations are seen as an antidote to work. They are medicine, a remedy for counteracting the effects of labor... Vacations allow us to be away from the job, to change the patterns of our day, to alter our routine, to reconfigure our actions and habits, to rediscover ourselves. Al Gini There are people who, once they have a job, identify with the company, spend themselves, do their utmost, are always available, study, observe, learn, invent new solutions. And there is another category of people who, while respecting the contract, only do the minimum required. They use all their holidays, all their maternity or sick leave, they stop working at the exact moment their working hours end and they don't dedicate a single thought to it. They don't get involved, they don't study, they don't innovate. Both, legally, do their duty. But, from the point of view of social life, there is an unbridgeable difference between them. Francesco Alberoni Every year, at the beginning of summer, we read learned analyses of staggered holidays, "hit and run" vacations, reasonable departures (intelligent, it seems excessive). Then comes Ferragosto and everything is as usual: people, if they can, don't stay at home. We bite, yes, but only if they don't let us escape along crowded highways. It's not clear whether we are forced (closed offices, shops too), or instead we love the collective ritual and its barbaric aspects: crowds, queues, waiting, suffering and complaints. Beppe Severgnini

Opinions and ideas on vacation In this vacation we should try to exercise only one human discipline: the sublime art of avoidance. Avoid people, avoid... There are only two things we do not avoid doing. Reading. Reading a lot. Which is ultimately the most comfortable way to travel. And then paying attention. To what happens to us and what has happened to us during the year. To understand. "In life it is not the signs that are missing. What is missing is the code." Pennac says so and I believe it". Luciana Litizzetto Vacations are your best chance in the year to get in some real living, to get out of the job-as-life box, off automatic pilot, and rediscover your passions, enthusiasms, friends, family, and the vitality of partaking in the world outside career brainlock. Social scientists have found that leisure experiences increase positive mood, act as a buffer against life's setbacks, and open the door to the best times of our lives. John De Graaf Going on vacation is also stressful. Do you know the lines we have to stand in at the airport? They never end, you stand there for hours and hours. A gentleman, finally arriving at the counter after a long time, was asked by the girl behind the counter: «So, where are you going to go?». «With difficulty, I've finished my vacation...» Alessandro Siani I do not really like vacations. I much prefer an occasional day off when I do not feel like working. When I am confronted with a whole week in which I have nothing to do but enjoy myself I do not know where to begin. To me, enjoyment comes fleetingly and unheralded; I cannot determinedly enjoy myself for a whole week at a time. Robertson Davies On the same topic you can also read: Quotes and ideas on vacation Mountain quotes and aphorisms Tourism and travels Thoughts about travelling www.officeholidays.com Job tourism in Lombardy Turismo enogastronomico Trip Advisor travels Top destinations and tours The Lake District The Scottish Highlands City guide around London Dickens literary London The London Marathon Christmas Markets in England Christmas markets in America Christmas markets in Italy and Germany Essays with quotes Quotes by authors Quotes by arguments Thoughts and reflections News and events Read the full article