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paint on windows 11 is a blessing and a curse it's super nice to have layers but man it just feels off in every other aspect :/
#Also#yes#I use windows 11 now#not that I really had a choice anyways#i got a new pre-built PC from best buy#it's good though#very good.#If you get the bullshit out of the way#Windows 11 isn't terrible.
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A better man
Negan X F!Reader
Era - S10/11
Summary: After being stuck in a cabin with Negan, things got hot and heavy. Is there regret or enjoyment?
Warnings : Minors DNI, Legal Age Gap (Negan is in his 50s, Reader is in their 30s) , mentions Reader's and her ex's having bad fights (mentions leaving a bruise), unprotected sex, language, p in V, the pet name Doll, mentions rubbing poison ivy on hickey, the whole smut is a flashback of "yesterday night".
A/N : My first Negan fic <3. Also a couple of side notes ; Reader calls Negan Carl's and Ricks killer, I know this isn't true. It is more of the way she viewed him during S7/8. There's no use of 'Y/N', Negan refers to the reader as "Doll". Italics are used for past quotes
There were no words once you went inside the house. Your brain scrabbled with the thought of him. Your backpack slid off your shoulders leaving a thud on the ground. It laid by the entrance next to some abandoned shoes.
"You're back!" Judith and RJ ran towards you giving you a hug. You smile kneeling down to their level.
"Sorry it took me so long..." You wrapped your arms around them. You heard a creak behind you, you turned around to find Michonne. She stood in the doorway looking down at you.
"I said To be as quick as possible." She muttered. Your chest wrenches with guilt, "We were surrounded.". Michonne nodded and stepped closer, she took a good look at you.
"What the hell is that?" She pointed at your neck. You quickly reached your hand to the spot she pointed.
"What?"
"That better not be what I think it is.." she walked away. Her kids followed behind her like little ducks. You quickly went into the bathroom moving your neck around.
There it was.
A cherry red spot on your neck, your heart rate quickened. You said no hickeys, you shut your eyes hoping you're imagining things. Flashes of last night just flood your vision.
His hands roamed your body, touching you so gently. It was a mistake, you didn't mean for things to build up. You were surrounded by dead sacks of shit. It grew colder and less safe for you two to head back. You two barricaded the windows and locked the doors. He placed his crowbar by the door and sat on the couch kicking his feet up on the coffee table.
After all these years I barely know shit about you, sweetheart.
That's what led the two of you to share stories. Stories you wouldn't dare share with anyone else. He knew about your shitty ex boyfriends, the shameful hook ups. The terrible fights you'd have with said shitty ex boyfriends that ended in bruises.
If they were still alive I'd beat the shit of them
In return, he told you all about Lucille and her death. Teary eyed he stared down at you waiting for a response. You weren't sure how to react, so you hugged him. You whispered sweet nothing's into his ear.
I bet she loved you so much.
Then you two kissed in a fit of passion. Your senses are overruled by the longing of a man's touch. Undressing each other as quickly as possible. He laid you down on the old couch, his lips exploring every curve. You patted his shoulder signalling for him to stop. He looked up at you his lips pink with saliva coating them.
Before we continue we need ground rules... Don't release your fucking seed in me. Don't leave marks. Got it?
Fuck yeah, doll.
Just like that he was on top of you, his forehead on yours. He looked into your eyes watching you whimper and moan. His smug smile didn't leave his face once, he chuckled to himself before speaking.
God, this pussy is so Fucking good! No man should teach you like shit..
You pulled him down by the nape of his neck. His lips smash into yours as his beard tickles your chin. He leaned down leaving kisses all around your neck. His teeth teasingly digging into your skin, him leaving the hickey...
He made sure you finished first, holding himself back until your release coated his cock. He pulled out of you before he could spill his seed. You reached in between the two of your bodies. Your hand pumped his shaft helping him chase his orgasm. He thrusted into your hand his head tilting back. You placed kisses on his collarbone and traveled down to his tattoo. His come falling onto your torso, he groaned.
Shit, Doll... Lemme clean you up.
He grabbed his t-shirt whipping your torso off. He tossed it back into the ground before laying on top of you. His head rested on your chest as one of his hands rubbed up and down your thigh.
You buried your face into your hands. You can't do this, Think about Rick, Glenn, Carl, Abraham. They saved you, you were their family, and you slept with their killer. You focused on your racing heart, he's a changed man. You had to get rid of the hickey before anyone else sees it.
You stormed out the house grabbing your ax on the way out. You head towards the gate, your heart echoing into your ears. Negan noticed you stomping towards the gate, he got up from the steps he was sitting at. He followed you with curiosity plan on his face.
"Where are you off to? We just got back." He grinned. You didn't look at him, "To find poison ivy.". He's taken back by your response, " 'cuse me?". You sigh moving any hair in the way to show your neck.
"You got sloppy last night. Will someone open this damn Gate?!" You fussed. A man rushed towards the gate opening it for you.
"Whoa whoa, doll. Slow down you're gonna rub poison ivy on yourself?!" He grabbed your shoulders getting Infront of you. He leaned down to your height, the greyness in his hair shining in your eyes.
"Yes.. I told you not to leave marks." You start walking out the gate pushing into his shoulder. He follows you back out the gate, "Back in my day girls used makeup." He tries to lighten up your mood. You sigh, "Negan.. I told you I can't.. no one can know.".
"What happened to you saying I was a better man?" He leaned on his leg a hint of hurt in his voice. You looked down, a bit ashamed of yourself.
"You are.." you whispered. He walked towards you, "I get it, I'm not a fan favorite out here. But Doll, talk to me.".
"You hurt my family. And me sleeping with you is... Like betraying them" you mumbled. He sighs, "I... I don't regret it. Hell, it was probably the best sex I've ever had... But.." you lose your voice. You look out into the overgrown neighborhood.
"I'll keep it a secret." He speaks up. You turned towards him with hope in your eyes.
"But, don't ignore me. I wanna see that pretty face of yours often." He gently grabs your chin lifting it up. You look into his hazel eyes feeling your heart flutter.
The same eyes that cherished the sight of your body. You leaned into his touch, "Alright. But help me find poison ivy-" you smiled.
"Yes ma'am." He grinned walking into the woods with you. His hand went to the small of your back as the ground became rougher. You smiled to yourself thinking of the night before, this time willingly.
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what do you think were red's motivations for leaving to mt. silver?
A lot of reasons,,!!!! I'll list them..
The fame that came from being a champion, becoming that of a young celebrity... having the media follow your trail, tracking everything you do, trying to get their chance to have an interview with you (even when you're in your own home)... borderline stalking, it's terribly scary to happen to someone.. let alone an 11 years old kid who isn't much of a people person
A headcanon I have is that red had been bullied and left out from groups in his early childhood, the feeling of alienation never left him, turning into a champion has completely make him feel even lonelier than ever before... the way people would hail him as a legend, some sort of- concept of strength.. a figure to strive as, a hero who can never show struggle or much emotions, pretty much dehuminizing him.. (this is.. based off the adoration from the ingame dialogues + how a lot of irl fans treats him)
So when he shows a side that's different from people's idealized version of him, bad rumors spread and it's just awful, to be hearing that in whispers as you walk pass them
Another thing is champion's responsibility... because the previous champions have been adults they can do league work just fine, but red's a kid so... while good thing he doesn't have to do most of the work, he still have to attend meetings (which he hates it because he ends up learning about corruption and shit about kanto) he also have to be on standby within the champion room- for far too long than he would like.. makes him feel like he's inside an enclosure, nothing new ever comes, not even a window to look out
The third reason as to why he left is.. to protect the people who are close to him... his mom has to constantly deal with refusing down intervierwers, leftover team rockets grunts have a grudge against him and he have seen what they're capable of.. he cares about his family a lot..
And.. lastly.. the face blue made when he defeated him in the last battle... oak coming to the room to scold him only made things worser.. it never left him, red felt so much guilt
You can see how red doesn't feel at home anywhere anymore.. not with the media.. not with everything.. can't take a proper break, after numerous overwhelming days he took off to mountain silver in the middle of the night..
#💭...#trainer red#thank you for the ask anon <3#I think I would prefer to ramble abt this on my side account instead but this is okay.. I hope...#Putting this in the tag; I think since he's like a big deal in the region.. the new talk of the crowd..#The league would often push him to attend seminars or parties.. and events where he would have to speak..#Its very very stressful for him and he would often disappear for the moment and come back when the event passes#But its for that reason why red was used to just disappearing without notice... it proved as a relief to him
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A (correct) timeline of NE thanksgiving
4:00AM: Hammy arrives. the party isn't supposed to start for another many hours, but he went out drinking and, when realizing he couldnt drive, simply treked the many miles to mass's house. it took him several days. no one is awake when he arrives so he sets about on a sidequest trying to find some rocks to throw at mass's window.
5:00AM: Hammy is allowed in the house. it turns out maine was also staying there, but was so shocked and bewildered by the idea of having to host before he was ready that he laid face down on the floor so Hammy would think he was a rug. Hammy notices him very easily. They won't be speaking for a few hours.
7:00AM: actual thanksgiving prep begins. Mass and Penn divorce 5 times over how to correctly cook a turkey. maine stares into the camera and serves child of divorce whilst taking notes for his next murder mystery. somewhere, many miles away, York is visibly shaking and sweating at the idea of having to talk to people.
8:00AM: First political argument. Cut arrives under the guise of being there to help prep, but actually wants the ego boost of having a life slightly more put together than these lunatics. singlehandedly almost cancels thanksgiving for everyone for not getting the fuck out the kicthen fast enough.
10:00 AM: nothing has been done for two hours. PA and Hammy ripping cables out the tv angrily muttering to themselves. Theyre actively doing each other hindrance as Hammy is sure hes doing this for the parade and PA's only focus is the football. luckily, they havent communicated since the 1800s so the argument can be delayed at least an hour. mass stood outside like ben affleck w a cigarette rekindling his relationship with god to ask him to just let the meteor hit.
11:00AM: another political argument. dela, upon figuring out he was not a key part of this years celebrations, threatens to join the south and tell them all the family recipes. unfortunately, the person he complains about this to is NJ, who was kicked out the chat for too many your mom jokes and doesn't even know whats going on. dela is now faced with the worlds most difficult decision; hold this fuck up above everyone silently or bitch about it to their faces. one of the options involves carpooling with new jersey.
1:00PM: Monty arrives. despite being given a list of things he was supposed to bring, he completely forgot and brought tape, maple syrup and insulated tubes from the nearest gas station. the only reason he doesn't die on the doorstep is bc maine says 'at least theyre edible' and everyone focuses on that bullshit instead. This is a mistake, as one of the things on his list was Rhode Island. The most happy PA looks all day is when he says he'll go get him before anyone else can offer. he and mass divorce once more over him being wayyyy to happy to get away from this.
2:00PM: NJ and dela arrive. dela instantly makes a big deal of mass fucking up the invites. mass threatens to throw him in a lake bc fuck you, he invented thanksgiving, he gets to host. Hammy has long since given up on the tv, and is now establishing a complicated system of terrible drawings w monty and maine so they can experience the parade without seeing it. NJ banned from the kitchen bc hes unable to not be a total control freak.
4:00PM: Rhode and PA arrive. Rhode is instantly pissy and threatens to turn monty into a frittata. is only stopped by the fact that cut is there and he hates his ex-wife more. NJ asks why hammy didn't just use the remote to turn on the tv, to which PA has to refrain himself from smiling. the remote is in his car. fuck that fucking parade. the dinner finally starts.
5:00PM: 3rd political argument. this one is slightly more advanced in the fact no one can hear what anyone else is saying, so they just argue about whatever. communism. the bruins. what a frittata is. York has not shown up yet. Cut tries texting him to ask where he is and he says 'fuck off, thsi number isnt in use'- which is suspicious bc autogenerated texts dont normally contain 'fuck'. they go around saying what theyre thankful for. 80% of the answers are to do with not being from jersey. Nj takes a 45 minute smoke break during which he googles 'fbi' 'how to get the fbi to raid you' 'how to get rid of the family'.
6:00PM: random 4 minutes of actual feelings. very odd. everyone feels deeply uncomfortable with saying they genuinely like each other.
7:00PM: York finally arrives. when asked where hes been, he says the sight of mass's red sox doormat repeled him like a demon with a ring of salt. so he went home. the only reason he's back is becuase its too dark to see it. he brings cheesecake, which causes a great deal more fighting than expected as they all genuinely crash out at the concept of a cheesecake made in a way tehy didn't expect. rhode and mass stood in the garden, again like ben affleck, thinking of the sad relity of their love of thanksgiving vs the people theyre surrounded by.
8:00: 4th political argument. they decide to resolve it with a game of football, forgetting that its pitch black outside and maine has the night blindness of a mole. unfortunately for maine, running at speeds not to be expected for a casual game, rhode is only 5 apples tall- maine instantly faceplants. mass has been doing shots since he woke up and can't even say what a bone is anymore. that brings him to the second, worse choice. dela.
10:00PM: final political argument. they all agree this has been a waste of time. they all agree they hate each other. they stay in mass's house for hours more, which seems to contridict this.
#wttt#welcome to the statehouse#wttsh#wttt headcanons#wttt new york#wttt pennsylvania#wttt massachusetts#wttt new jersey#wttt new hampshire#wttt vermont#wttt maine#wttt rhode island#wttt connecticut#wttt delaware
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Elbert Greetia: Chapter 12
Chapter 11
CW: Hint of Child SA
♡———♡
Alfons: You can run away anytime, you know? Isn't it a bit harsh for your delicate heart, like glass?
Kate: ... No.
(I haven't heard what I want to know yet.)
I shake my head firmly and fix my gaze on Alfons.
His cheeks deepen with a smile.
Alfons: —Then, let me continue the story.
Alfons: After El's mother took her own life, a maid discovered the situation upon entering the room.
Alfons: El's father was deeply grieved.
Alfons: After all, the reason his beloved wife had taken her own life was because of her own son...
Alfons: ... or so he thought, but it was the child of another man, a man who had violated his beloved wife.
Alfons: The anguish he must have felt... It must have been an unimaginable hell of suffering.
*Back to Elbert's dream/past*
Maid: Aaaaaah!! Someone, anyone, come! Milady... Milady!!!
A maid's scream came from Mother's room -
The memories from those days after are terribly vague, even in my dreams.
I remember how Father, who had always been calm and kind, became visibly haggard.
He started looking at me with the same fear and disgust that Mother had.
Then, he painted over Mother's portrait, which he had loved so much, with black paint.
Whenever I was near, Father would break down in tears.
Then, he would shake his head frantically and scream.
Hugh: Aaagh!!
Elbert: Father, Father, are you alr–
Hugh: Don't... come near me...!!
Hugh: ... Please, stay away. When you're near, I feel like I'm losing my mind!!
The terrified look in my father's eyes, as if he were seeing a monster...
Every day, his screams would echo through the mansion, his throat raw from shouting whenever I approached.
-
Alfons: Maybe that was....
Alfons: El once told me it might be because of his ability to "bring back the saddest memories."
Alfons: El realized... much, much later, after joining Crown and learning about his own abilities...
Alfons: ...that he might have been showing his father the image of his mother's suicide over and over again.
(Does that mean he was unintentionally triggering those memories by stepping on his father's shadow...?)
It's not impossible. But still...
(Thinking about how much it must have hurt Elbert to learn the truth later...)
An unbearable sadness welled up inside me, choking my throat.
Alfons: El naturally began to avoid being seen by his father.
Alfons: Even as a child, he wanted to protect his father. He thought that if he didn't get close, his father wouldn't have to suffer anymore...
Alfons: ...It seems that the "comforting" by the butlers and maids began around that time.
Kate: ...!
My heart pounded with an unpleasant sound.
The thump-thump of my blood rushing through my veins overlapped with Alfons' voice.
Alfons: Perhaps, in the beginning, it really was... out of goodwill.
Alfons: They started gathering around El's bedside, who always slept alone.
Alfons: "You must be lonely, you must be sad. I will save you."
Alfons: With gentle smiles plastered on their faces, as if singing a lullaby–
*Back to Elbert's dream/past*
Whether it was a stormy night with the wind knocking against the window, or a quiet night with a beautiful moon, the shadows of several adults would stretch into my room every night.
Elbert: Stop...No...Don't touch me.
Jeffrey: Everyone wants to touch you because they love you. We want to love you, so we want to hold you.
Jeffrey stood behind the adults who were whispering "love" and touching me, looking at me the whole time.
Jeffrey: Instead of receiving love from your parents, we will give you our love.
Elbert: …… Love ……?
Jeffrey: Your beautiful, melancholic figure …… stirs the hearts of everyone in this mansion.
Jeffrey: Pitiful, beautiful …… Poor Lord Elbert.
(Is this... love?)
Discomfort ran through me, and fear washed over me.
But surely Jeffrey and the others who touched me didn't look at me like I was a caterpillar.
(Is it strange that I can't be happy about this?)
I didn't know. I just felt like I shouldn't resist.
With each passing day, the places they touched changed.
I felt sick and wanted to vomit, but gradually the fear and discomfort numbed.
The real me must be filthy. After all, I was born from sin.
But they say I'm beautiful. Beautiful, so they will love me.
(If I could become more beautiful, maybe Father would smile again.)
(Maybe he would forgive Mother and me.)
(Maybe I could stay by his side without making him sad.)
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The moon waned, and in the abyssal darkness akin to the depths of despair, Alfons' eyes narrowed as if in reminiscence.
Alfons: The decisive incident occurred because of a certain doctor.
Alfons: That doctor had been visiting regularly to examine his father, who had grown haggard after the death of his mother.
Alfons: One day, he offered to examine him as well and invited him into his study...
Alfons: He tried to do the same thing to him that he had done to his mother.
Kate: .....
(That's too horrible...)
As if possessed by Elbert's emotions at that time, her fingertips trembled subtly.
Alfons: Sadly, beauty attracts disgusting desires to the point of nausea.
Alfons: I'll spare you the details of how I happened to be there, but...
Alfons: I met him right after he had plunged the scissors into the doctor's chest.
Alfons: Then, what do you think he said to me?
Kate: ......what.....?
Alfons: Covered in blood--
--"Am I beautiful now?"
Kate: Ah... you... what did you answer?
Alfons: I gave him "the words he was seeking." I'll leave the content to your imagination.
Alfons shrugged, his expression unchanged.
Alfons: Elbert ran to his father's room, wounded.
Alfons: A few minutes later, before his eyes, his father fired a gun... at his own head.
Kate: !? Why...?
Alfons: Well... that's beyond my knowledge.
Alfons: In the end, the beauty he perceived saved no one... that's what it seems.
Alfons: So, what do you think? This is his "sin."
The story ended abruptly, and I stared back at Alfons in shock.
Kate: I don't understand...
Alfons: Oh, I don't think there could be a more thorough explanation... what exactly is it?
Alfons' words unleashed a torrent of emotions I had been holding back.
Kate: Wh-what... is Lord Elbert's sin?
Kate: Where in all of this was Lord Elbert's sin...!?
When I raised my voice unintentionally, I heard a faint chuckle.
Alfons: Not being born "beautiful."
Kate: ....?
Alfons: That is what stole the love between his father and mother, destroyed their happiness...
Alfons: And made them so sad that they wished for death.
Kate: That's not... Lord Elbert's sin...!!
Alfons: Objective facts and subjective facts are often different.
Alfons: In fact, Elbert is repeating meaningless acts of atonement.
Alfons: He feels more guilty the happier he is, and continues to collect beautiful offerings to dedicate to people who are already dead.
Kate: ----!
Why Elbert is drawn to beautiful things.
Why he shows no interest in the things he collects.
Why he protected me from that horrifying scene on the night we barely met.
At this moment, the reasons that seemed understandable yet elusive connected in a single line.
(Oh my...)
*flashback*
Elbert: ––You don't have to look.
Elbert: ...Sad memories can easily kill you.
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Kate: Why don't you resist... May I ask?
Elbert: ...........I'm used to it, and besides......
Elbert: If I move carelessly at that distance...I'll step on the shadows.
Elbert: I don't want to make them sad.
*flashback over*
Elbert hated making people sad.
(It's because his parents took their own lives out of sadness...)
(He was afraid of making even strangers like me experience that sadness.)
That must be nothing other than Elbert's kindness. And...
As if his past is still tormenting him, my heart is in turmoil.
Kate: Why... didn't anyone protect him?
Kate: Lord Elbert isn't just beautiful on the outside... he's a kind person with a beautiful heart.
Alfons: Because Elbert pushes away those who try to protect him.
Alfons: Elbert doesn't want it. For him, all the pain inflicted upon him is a punishment he must accept.
Kate: What about you? You're by his side...
Alfons: He keeps me around because I won't try to save or judge him.
Alfons: For him, I'm a convenient existence.
Alfons: And it's also convenient for me to be with him. Even if he has a slightly troublesome collecting habit, or rather, a self-harming habit.
His words, logical to the point of being hateful, corner me.
(It's not right to be angry at Alfons, it won't do any good...)
Even as I try to calm down, my confused mind can't seem to settle.
Alfons: As you said, Elbert is "kind."
Alfons: "Obtaining" you would give him the greatest pain.
Alfons: ...Just as he wishes.
(If I become Elbert's...)
What will he lose next in exchange for the pain he desires?
Alfons: That's why I told you not to get too involved... You're foolish.
Alfons: If you don't want to hurt Elbert, the best thing is to make him forget his attachment to you.
Alfons: I'll help you distance yourself.
After hearing all this, I can't possibly distance myself from Elbert now.
(Because... I...)
I find myself hopelessly...loving him, who is too kind.
Kate: Even if I distance myself because I don't want to hurt him...
Kate: Lord Elbert will just repeat the same thing and continue to get hurt, won't he?
Kate: I... don't want Lord Elbert to get hurt anymore.
Kate: I'll stay by his side.
Kate: I'll think about how to prevent Lord Elbert from getting hurt anymore...
Alfons: ...I had a rough idea when you came looking for me... is that so?
Alfons coughed softly in a low voice.
It sounded slightly sad, but when he looked up, Alfons had his usual dubious smile.
Alfons: ...Well, do as you please. However...
Alfons: Let me just say that you shouldn't underestimate his attachment to something that he "desires."
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Chapter 13
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Webcomic 'Homestuck' Canceled For Promoting Bad Password Security
(page 456-459)
8/10/2009 Wheel Spin: Parent Bad :( Verdict: INCORRECT
8/11/2009 Wheel Spin: being silly :3c Verdict: CORRECT, but behind at least 10 layers of irony
In the far future, somebody might call this update a time capsule of the 2000s. If computers change significantly, or something. page 456 comments on Dave's bro's computer being password protected, suggesting that this isn't a cultural norm - the newly-released Windows 7 still doesn't require user accounts to have a password. In Homestuck, the password is used to protect 'incredible top secret shit,' so password protecting a personal home computer might be associated with shadier online behavior.
Bro's password is six characters, and is 'the most awesome thing it can be' according to Dave and his bro, so it's probably lilcal. (It could also be puppet, but personally my passwords are always specific characters, song titles etc, not general concepts. I don't know if other people are different. for what it's worth lilcal is also a slightly more secure password than puppet which is A SINGULAR DICTIONARY WORD). Bro also trusts Dave with his password - either because he doesn't think Dave will do anything to mess up his computer, or because he's daring Dave to use it, similar to leaving the Xbox switched on mid-game.
On page 457 we see Bro's desktop, which we can compare to Dave's desktop on page 323. They both have wallpapers from And It Don't Stop, showing us a chain of game recommendations from Bro -> Dave -> John. Dave, like Rose and John, has some character in the names of his desktop folders, while his bro has seven identically named New Folders scattered around the screen. This adds to the sense that Bro is paranoid about people looking at his computer - he's purposefully making it impossible to navigate. The hidden-identity hat and dark glasses iconography on the password entry screen has the same effect.
Bro also has a program called Delirious Biznasty, which has a rad skater dude for its icon. This could be a web browser, but I think it's more likely some kind of torrenting application, I think that'd fit his vibe. The web browsers we know are Typheus, Cetus and Hephaestus, which are all Greek mythological references with cartoon-styled icons, and Delirious Biznasty doesn't fit the pattern. Based on Dave's relationship to his bro, Bro probably uses Hephaestus too and just doesn't have a desktop shortcut.
Dave and his bro both use the Complete Bullshit content aggregator, which we are forced to witness on pages 458 and 459. Content aggregators are pretty common customizable feeds that people use to keep up with a lot of websites at once, when checking 20+ separate sites a day gets too time consuming. RSS readers are a common form of this that can host a lot of different types of content, but there are also aggregators specifically for webcomics. These are controversial - they're generally well intentioned projects made for free by webcomic fans who want to check for updates easily and keep up with a lot of stories, and want to help other fans do the same. However, they can redirect traffic away from actual sites that host webcomics, meaning that independent webcomic artists might miss out on ad revenue or merch sales, or are less likely to sell ads because their sites don't look as well-trafficked as they are. I don't know if Andrew Hussie has a strong opinion on comics aggregators, but it's possible this terrible to use, unstable and unreadable version is a criticism of the concept.
Complete Bullshit also feels like Dave's bro's equivalent of Serious Business, as they're both digital programs with adjective-noun titles. I wonder if Rose's mom will get her own software.
It's sweet that Bro keeps up with Dave's projects, including Sweet Bro & Hella Jeff and his GameBro review blog. It shows that their relationship isn't 100% one sided, Bro cares for Dave and/or thinks he's cool at least a little bit. It's also fun that Dave is checking to see if his own webcomic has updated, which could be bad memory due to having a lot of projects on the go, or could be Dave checking to make sure his update has gone through and posted successfully. Very reasonable, as it must be a challenge to upload such high quality images.
I will probably make a post digging into Sweet Bro & Hella Jeff at some point, but I'm still peeling the onion of its irony right now so I'll just say: when exactly did Dave find the time to make these comics?
#homestuck#reaction#i actually have a deep curiosity abt other peoples passwords but it is an incredibly suspicious question to ask anyone#chrono
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is it too soon to ask for some mock trades and analyses for Marner, Mo Rielly, and/or Tavares?
Not too soon, anon! Sorry I didn't get to you earlier, I've been working on this ask for about a week now, sorry it's taken so long! Let's take a look under the cut, shall we?
We're going to go backwards in this request - from Tavares to Rielly and last Marner. Bring up the drama and suspense, discuss what's easiest and move to harder topics later. Without further ado:
JOHN TAVARES: UNMOVABLE
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Tavares's contract is way too much money for his current production. He plays as a 2C and sometimes even 3C in Toronto's system. That's not a player you can pay 11 million dollars. Even if the "real price" is lower once his signing bonus is paid, it's still a terrible contract cap-wise. Additionally, Tavares's NMC makes moving him tough. It's been speculated that, even if him moving would benefit the team by allowing them to hold onto Marner, that he would not accept that proposition and would exercise his NMC to stay in Toronto with his family. It must also be considered that not many teams have room to add an $11m player who isn't playing to that potential.
This is probably one of the only trades I see making sense. Chicago is one of the only teams with the room to take on all $11m of that contract and not get an elite player out of it. We know they've been in the market for old men (see: the Foligno contract, the Hall contract, the Mrazek contract, the Perry contract...) and want players to play with Bedard in the short term. As such, you pay to dump Tavares's contract with Liljegren and a first. I don't think that's enough, but Toronto has no other good draft picks unless they add their 2026 1st. In both cases, you're hamstringing a potential retool at its knees.
Likelihood: 2/10. It makes sense but for Tavares's NMC. You'd have to strong-arm him to waive it. Additionally, the first(s) you give up are vital to a retool and could be used to trade for better players, not just the lack of players.
MORGAN RIELLY: UNFATHOMABLE
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Toronto needs good, puck-moving defensemen. Morgan Rielly is a good, puck-moving defenseman. Why are we trading him? What do I not see here? He has a full NMC for four more years, plus an M-NTC for the next two. Why?
Well. Um. Lemme think here.
Rielly is a left shot defenseman making $7.5m against the cap for the next six years. He's the only defenseman the Leafs currently have making more than $2m against the cap. That being said, there are questions about whether he's a true #1 defenseman or an above average #2.
To explain, let me pull up some JFresh cards of three #1 defensemen -
So we notice that Rielly is middling in EV offense WAR, bad at EV defense WAR, and very good at PP WAR. Karlsson is very good at EVO WAR, bad at EVD WAR, very good at PP WAR. Makar is middling in EVO WAR, good at EVD WAR, and good at PP WAR.
Past that, take a look at the microstats. Karlsson is only below average in entry denial rate, prevention of entry with possession, and hits; most of the rest of his stat sheet is bright blue, very good. Makar is only below average in d-zone retrievals (by one percentage point) and hits; past that, just about all of his stats are bright blue, very good. Rielly, however, is low on many microstat metrics, including primary shot assists, passes (yikes), and in-zone offense. This has led many to underline that he's not a "true" #1 defenseman in the way Karlsson and Makar are. Additionally, see the scouting report: he "plays too much" at 24:00 TOI, which is not #1 defenseman caliber.
All this being said, it still makes no sense to trade Rielly. He's your best defenseman by a country mile, you're in a contention window, and the rest of your defense isn't going to be able to replace that. The only way I see them moving off Rielly is if they pursue a top free agent #1 defenseman (Skjei, Montour) or someone who they believe can be a #1 defenseman (Ekman-Larsson comes to mind here). Unless they're going to try to trade for a top defenseman? No idea who would take that, though. Chychrun? But I doubt Ottawa would want to trade him to the Leafs.
Alright. Let's see a trade or three.
This is an idea where you're going Mittelstadt-for-Byram, Hall-for-Larsson, 1-for-1 trade. The difference between Rielly and Power is a little more significant, however; hence, I threw in some prospects on both sides to make it a little more palatable. Robertson is an NHL caliber player who's forced down the depth chart with the Leafs and could benefit from a team with fewer expectations and more chances for him to crack the top six; Kozak is a decent two-way player who could act as a third-line center; Hirvonen could probably will himself onto the Sabres' roster if his life so far has been any indication. Power gets a chance to be a true #1 without Dahlin in the way; Rielly acts as both a good "role model" and can play top-line minutes if needed.
Another 1-for-1, but one that's "easier", so to speak. Winnipeg has made it clear that Ehlers is on the trade block and that they're intending to contend for the near future. Rielly helps Winnipeg's defense, plus the term on his contract is enticing for a team that only has Morrissey signed past next season. Ehlers gives the core another top six winger to play with, one that's chronically underrated as well, and reduces the need to re-sign Bertuzzi and/or Domi. Here, however, you'd need to pursue a Montour or Skjei or other top defenseman in free agency.
This is a Gauthier-style trade that lets Toronto do what it really wants to - escape the cap hit of Rielly to be able to land a top defenseman in free agency. Attard is big, he's "offensive minded", and also he's very large. He seems to be a tweener at best from his career so far, but he may be able to thrive in the right system (and we know old-style hockey people like Treliving and Berube love their big defensemen). The picks get flipped later on for things like, you know, a goalie. Philly, for its part, picks up a player who is instantly their best defenseman.
Likelihood: 1/10. I don't think Treliving and company seriously want to move off Rielly. If the opportunity to upgrade presents itself, maybe, but I don't think Rielly is as "on the table" as they're saying.
MITCH MARNER: UNPALATABLE
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This is the big one. Marner's great. Nobody's doubting that. The problem is, Marner is expensive and projected to be expensive for the significant future. Additionally, Marner is, unlike Tavares, a player you can sell without having to pay for it. However, moving Marner means you either play Nylander with Matthews or play people like Bertuzzi and Knies with Matthews. Neither is optimal - Nylander has to drive his own line, especially without Marner, and Matthews needs a set-up man like Marner to unlock his full potential. Remember that one Quiz where they flat-out called Marner Matthews's superpower?
Let's take a look at trades before I go on too much about Marner's playstyle though. All of these will be assumed to happen after July 1, so that Marner's signing bonus can hit and the monetary payment for Marner drops significantly.
THE 1-for-1 trade. You thought the Rielly 1-for-1s were good, take a look at this. Nashville can afford the cap hit in full, would be able to give Marner top player time on a playoff team, and can move on from Saros by finally releasing Askarov from the Admirals. Toronto gets A Goaltender, specifically a top goaltender, which they are in desperate need of, with the possibility of extending him if they don't like what they're seeing from Woll or maybe Hildeby. It seems like Nashville is the foregone destination conclusion for Marner, but let's see some other ideas.
Toronto gets Binnington, who, despite being a... feisty player, is still a very good goalie, plus Faulk, who's a competent RHD to pair with Rielly, thus hitting their two biggest concerns. St Louis can clear a bit of cap here and picks up Marner, thus opening up Buchnevich even further for a trade to pick up assets. However, St Louis would have to grab a goalie as well if they intend on competing - Hofer is good, but not good enough to play 82 games a season. Maybe they can pick up Gibson at 50% retained, or maybe Martin Jones?
This is a fun one - Marner becoming the face of Utah Hockey. Toronto picks up a good offensive defenseman in Durzi and a solid, cost-controlled winger in Crouse, as well as what may be a near-first-round caliber 2nd and their own 2nd back. Utah is closer to contention - or at least wildcard playoff losses - than many of the non-playoff teams in the league. If not for that 14 loss streak (you know the one) they could have ended within striking distance of a wildcard. Marner might be what they need to get them there and is a clear upgrade on Crouse. Durzi's loss is compensated by the ability of Lamoureux to crack the lineup in a significant role.
Likelihood: 5/10. This seems to be what Treliving would want - to trade Marner off - but I'm not sure how feasible it really is. If I had to guess, I'm betting it's to Nashville, but the Utah idea is growing on me. It all depends if and how Marner waives his NMC.
Well! There ya have it, anon! Mock trades and ideas for all of Tavares, Rielly, and Marner. Sorry it took so long, again, and I really hope this answers your question!
If you enjoyed, drop a like, maybe reblog? It's up to you, though. Thanks for the ask, I really enjoyed working on it!
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Do you have Nightwolf age regressor headcanons too? I loved your Caregiver one and would be sooo curious to see the flip side of the coin! Poor baby has trauma in his lore that makes him seem so lil’ and precious! 😭❤️
I don't know much about his lore, but if you'd like more hcs focused on what he's been through, I can make that post!!! :D These are just some Regression Nightwolf hcs that I have for him but I'd love to do more if you'd like focusing more on what he's been through!!
<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3
Regressor Nightwolf Hcs
🐺 Regresses to about 3-5
🐺 Also had a middlespace headspace of about 11/12
🐺 (^ My personal hc is that he had a HUGE emo/metal phase in middle school and so when he regresses, he becomes a moody 12 year old that knows everything)
🐺 Fujin thinks this headspace is adorable and it makes Nightwolf so pouty because psh, come on! He isn't some baby! >:/
🐺 Has this very certain jacket he wears when hes in that headspace and very specific makeup (cried the ONE time Fujin laughed, Fujin felt so terrible and offered to let himself get decked in emo just to make up for it)
🐺 Fujin normally watches him when he's small
🐺 Very rarely has a babysitter but if he did, it'd probably be his Momma or Auntie (they're all incredibly close and very supportive)
🐺 Very energetic toddler
🐺 I'm not exactly sure how his green spirit animals work (i don't have him as a playable character yet), but if he can summon them at will, this man's cuddling the bear
🐺 Has little toys he's made for himself, like a set of blocks and a wooden toy boat
🐺 Adores his hair brushed but you've gotta ask and you need to be close to him!!
🐺 Can and Will try to play with his ax (you gotta tell him it's not safe and he'll normally let it go)
🐺 Nature baby 100% of the way
🐺 Likes going on little walks and giving you pinecone or rocks he found cool
🐺 (^ You better keep them, he might cry if you try to get rid of them)
🐺 Likes sitting outside and just rumbling and tumbling in the grass
🐺 Adores bath time!!!
🐺 Will splash everywhere if he still has energy though
🐺 But if it's bathtime, he's normally pretty tuckered and mellowed out
🐺 Likes naptime on certain days, like when he's feeling sleepy
🐺 But will dodge it like a plague if he still wants to run around and have fun
🐺 Very good on the rules, normally always sticks to them
🐺 But does have hissy fits, especially if he has to go inside and doesn't wanna
🐺 Pouting, stomping, laying on the ground, he doesn't wanna go inside just yet!! >:(
🐺 If you let him throw his little hissy fit he'll eventually sit up and look at you like ‘🥺’ because now he thinks he's in trouble and doesn't wanna get punished
🐺 Just remind him that just because he lashed out doesn't make him naughty, and that he's a very good boy
🐺 If he's still a bit stubborn about going inside, remind him of bathtime and how cozy naptime is and that usually does the trick
🐺 If you don't like outside? He'll get really pouty, but won't force you to come cuddle him in the grass
🐺 Just watch him from the window, he should he okay
🐺 Or plan some fun arts and crafts inside, he likes those
🐺 Cuddles and storytime work too, n
🐺 I could see him asking a million and one questions about everything and anything
🐺 Not cause he wants to bug you, but because he likes to learn :3
🐺 Ugh, I could totally see him as that one kid that will bring bugs inside the house cause ‘They're cold!! 🥺’
🐺 If you like bugs, that's great!! You two get to make the bug feel very comfy until it has to go back outside
🐺 If you don't, he might pout a bit but is rather understanding
🐺 He'd rather make you happy than a bug, plus the bug can hurry itself ungrounded so he'll be okay in the end
🐺 Wants to help out with everything you do but is also too small to do anything and he'll watch over your shoulder and give advice
🐺 The advice is either surprisingly good or really really childish
🐺 ‘Can we add extra salt?’ The food taste better already
🐺 ‘Can we put in glitter to make it shiny?’ Erm, no kiddo, we gotta make sure it's still edible
🐺 Favorite little nicknames are Kidda, Bub, ‘Hun, Moony, Sunshine, Bug, Baby Bear
🐺 But any nickname will make him squirm happily and bkush
🐺 I'm not saying anything, but he'd make you a mud pie like Max from Max and Ruby and be SO proud of it!!
🐺 Just tell him it looks amazing!! But don't throw it out until he's big because he'll have the most destroyed face watching you attempt it throw it out
🐺 Doesn't watch many cartoons, but if you want him to stay inside so that his bath can fill or dinner will be ready in a few minutes, he'll watch some shows
🐺 Probably also a Studio Ghibli fan
🐺 (^ I'm projecting, his favorite movie is Nausicaa of the Valley of the Wind)
🐺 If he regresses because of big negative feelings or scary, scary thoughts, he'll run to you and hide in your arms
🐺 He knows he's a pretty buff dude, but just letting him hurry his head in your shoulder while you scratch his scalp and rub his back really helps him
🐺 If he starts crying, kids his forehead and rock him gently
🐺 Man's been through a ton, he just wants someone there to be there and love him
🐺 Learnt of age regression through Fujin when he came to Fujin about his memories as a reverant and how he didn't know how to handle them
🐺 Maybe a wolf regressor but I dunno
🐺 I know one of his victories has him howling at the moon, so he'll do that and then giggle when you cross his arms
🐺 Not a chewer or a biter, but will sometimes knaw your arm or hand out of love, almost like he's giving you a kiss
🐺 (^ Will do this in his little headpace too, not just wolf)
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I love Nightwolf, he's so Dad but even Dad's deserve a break (and I really need to buy MK11 Aftermath)
[Also I did get your second ask, and don't worry!! You asked anymousely!!]
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Moooooooooore asks:
How about: “I tried, but I just can’t stay away from you anymore” for Kanej or “Well this is awkward…” for Jesper & Kaz
(1 2 or make up your own) (ask)
If Kaz was willing to be honest with himself, he would have admitted long ago that there was no world where he would be permitted to keep Inej.
If her Saints cared at all about her, they would have kept her from men like him. But there she stood, days and weeks turning to months and years, and no Saint ever showed up to save her from the worst monster in Ketterdam.
So Kaz grew complacent. He allowed himself to get used to her, to get comfortable with her in his room, feeding the crows. Her in his mind, counseling against his worst instincts. Her in what passed for his heart, guarded jealously and kept like a secret.
Until she tells him, at the moment when she's just scaled an impossible six story chimney, that she's leaving. That he's pushed her too far. That they're done, and she won't be his anymore. It shatters him, but he can't lean into that. He can't take the time to mourn the future when there might not be a future if they don't do this right.
He makes plans, though, through the chaos of the next few weeks. Through the return to Ketterdam and the Geldrenner and the auction. And when he stands on the docks, holding her hand and watching her parents disembark, Kaz thinks this will not be enough to make her stay.
So he frees himself of expectation - he meets her parents and goes to lunch and sees them to the Van Eck mansion and then he walks home to the Slat, alone.
He won't go back. He promises himself that. If this is goodbye, then it should be goodbye. Give them a clean break, a reason to remember things with the rosy glow of nostalgia. Maybe she'll forget, in time, that he forced her into the dark and made her kill. Maybe she'll only remember the good things, the laughter and the fried potatoes and the press of his desperate lips on her neck.
Maybe.
But he won't forget any of it. He won't forget the first time he saw her, appearing like an illusion out of someone's sleeve. He won't forget the times she's saved him, protected him, kept him. But he won't hold her back. He won't force himself on her like so many have. Kaz is many things, most of them terrible, but he will never impose on Inej like that. Not when she has the chance to go and follow her heart.
She sends notes, he doesn't read them.
She comes to visit, he keeps the window barred.
It's for her own good.
He lasts three months. Three months before the ache sets in, before he can't stand to sit in his room with the window closed and her not there. Three months before he manages to acknowledge what everyone else in Ketterdam has always known; Dirtyhands needs the Wraith much more than she needs him.
No, Kaz needs Inej. He can't hide behind personas and lies. He needs to see her. He needs to talk to her. He needs her, and it's disgusting how weak it makes him. Like his knees would turn to water if he tried to stand.
So he doesn't go to the Geldstraat that night.
Or the next.
He doesn't darken their door for a whole week after he realizes he is dying without her, which Kaz thinks he deserves a medal for. A medal for restraint, for temperance. Things he's never been exactly known for, but things he has always had in spades. He had restrained himself from shooting Pekka Rollins in the face for years. He could wait for his window to see Inej.
The night he goes, he waits for the cover of darkness before he leaves the Barrel and he watches the house from the shadows for hours. Kaz isn't going to knock on the door and sit down to dinner with his former employees. He's waiting for a light to flare in the right window. Waiting to see her silhouette.
It's a little after 11 bells when the light comes on and Kaz finds himself gritting his teeth against the pain of climbing the drainpipe, making his way across a narrow ledge to the second floor window where she's waiting.
He opens the window with no problem, and climbs into the room, the words already on his lips. "I tried, but I just can’t stay away from you anymore--"
Inej is there, but she's not alone.
Jesper clears his throat. "Well. This is awkward," he says, and Kaz has a moment to take in the scene. His two best friends - two best employees - are seated on the foot of a bed, and Inej has her face pressed into Jesper's chest, her hands balled in his shirt. Jesper is holding her, his arms wrapped around her shoulders with one hand petting her hair.
Jealousy flares bright in Kaz's chest and he tastes bile. So, this is what was keeping them away from the Slat. Away from him.
"No," Jesper says, pointing at Kaz with a steady finger. "I know that face. Don't you dare."
Kaz doesn't know what, exactly he's being accused of, but he doesn't care. Because Inej has turned to look at him and she's crying, her dark eyes shining with tears and rimmed with red.
"Inej?" he asks, and she makes a frustrated noise in response. The way she's looking at him, the way Jesper isn't-- Inej is crying because of him, Kaz realizes. He doesn't know how, or why, or when, but he caused this. "Whats the matter?" he asks, afraid to move.
Jesper rolls his eyes. "You absolute podge," he sighs. "You don't see any of us for three months and then you crawl into a person's window and you don't know what you did wrong? You idiot. You-- you bastard."
Well, if the gloves fit.
Kaz shrugs. "Are you done with the histrionics?" he asks Jesper, who looks like he might want to throw Kaz back out the window.
But he doesn't, and instead Kaz gently kneels next to Inej and reaches out for her hand.
She gives it to him, and he leans down and presses a kiss into the back of her hand.
"Hello, Inej," he says softly. "I-- it's good to see you."
She rolls her eyes but turns to Jesper, and gives him a weak smile. "Can we have the room?" Inej asks, and Jesper squeezes her shoulder as he stands, still staring bullets in Kaz's direction.
The door closes like an explosion, and they're alone.
#meme#talkback#laurie-ipsum#this got long an angsty#sorry not sorry#six of crows#my fic#kanej#several birds book#work was busy today so this is what you get#there is more of this#but i am not in the mood to write it right now#also canon divergence#obviously#but it was the way i could make it work
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Sam Winchester x black!oc
Warnings: mentions of cheating, mentions of non-con intent
a/n: it’s been a while hasn’t it? I literally forgot all about this until a few hours ago, I’ve been re-watching some episodes of supernatural, and some of my co-workers are fans of the show too. Not quite Supernatural weather outside lol, but I missed writing/posting about my baby Sam. Not quite sure if I’m going to continue this, and if I do obviously if you follow me you’ll know. Leave me a sweet comment, reblog, and like pwease. 🫶🏽
The low rumble of Dean’s impala, or ‘Baby’ is enough to keep me sleeping, but Sam, and Dean’s bickering wouldn’t cease long enough for me to at least reach the REM stage.
“It’s barely a case here Sam, why are you bothering?” Dean questions; the tone of his voice begging for his baby brother to drop the subject, but there’s not a chance Sam can be persuaded otherwise once he's got even the smallest inkling. As far as I can tell Sam has been pressing Dean about these suspicious missing persons for an hour. Dean invented the word stubborn, but I know this is rooted in something that a younger sibling couldn’t see. After escaping hell by the skin of his teeth, working on a mysterious case without knowing what they were up against was a terrible idea.
“People mysteriously missing is a case, and it should bother you too Dean.” The two of them fell into a moment of silence, so I tried to close my eyes thinking I could at least catch a nap, but I could tell by the way Sam exhaled that he wasn't finished with guilt tripping his brother.
“Saving people, hunting things…you’re just gonna abandon that? For what? Because the monster isn't big, or bad enough?” Sam didn't have to be so condescending, he had some nerve considering that he put the fate of the world at risk by following the words of a demon. Just thinking about Ruby made me want to pop him in the back of the head, and thinking about them fucking in my bed made me want to beat his ass from the back seat, I digress. The quiet growl of the Impala filled my ears once more, I waited for a moment or two, then yawned, and stretched across the seat. I was tired of laying down anyway. I gaze out the window, the sky blurred into a color of soft pinks, and orange creating a peach color. I look forward through the windshield to see the sun peaking over the horizon, my eyes darted over to Sam whose head is turned to the window, no doubt scowling for a reason he probably will refuse to talk about. I move on to Dean, we lock gazes through the rear view mirror, my finger pokes his arm, his eyes soften, my lips pulled into a gentle smile. I hated when they tore each other apart like this, usually I’m the voice of reason, but things haven't been the same since Sam broke the seals, and went to Hell…then came back.
“Welp, I’m hungry, whatever we’re doing I hope there’s a pit stop in the next town.” I breathed out; the sound of my stomach growling quietly, I ruffle Sam’s hair playfully, and threw a kiss at Dean through the rearview mirror, then fell back into my seat. I put my headphones over my head using the sound of my own music to drown out their silent argument. After about another hour and a half of driving I could feel the car slowing to a stop, turning to the window I saw that Dean finally decided to stop at a 7/11. I smile at the thought of cheap greasy convenient store food, and snacks; I carefully place my phone back into my bag. “C’mon, someone move their ass, I need food.” I tap my hand on Sam’s shoulder rapidly, my energy suddenly skyrockets, “there’s a monster energy with my name on it.” Sam snorts as he gets out the passenger side, Dean quickly follows so his knees don't get slammed against the steering wheel. Sam pulls the seat forward for me, he offers me a hand to help me out of the back seat, my boot gets caught, so I grab onto his shoulders for support. Our faces haven't been this close in a long while, I'd be lying if I said I missed it.
The corners of my lips curl into a playful smirk, his eyes try to look elsewhere, but my gaze remains on him, my foot already free. I couldn't help but rub my presence in, “Thanks Sammy.” I whispered, a moment of weakness and his eyes found mine again, I took that opportunity to peck him on the cheek close to his mouth. I turned on my heels, and headed into the convenient store leaving the two brothers behind. I grab a handbasket from the front, the cashier greets me, I barely wave a hand, I feel like a starved person, but it's only been a few days. I split my last poptart with Dean two states ago. I stopped at the chip aisle, my eyes scanning for what I craved the most, and right as I was reaching for it someone else's hand grabbed the last bag. “You gotta be kidding me.” My jaw clenched, my eyes looked up from the strangers beat up sneakers to see a young man around my age. A smug look on his face, had I not been so annoyed I probably would have thought he was cute.
“Oops, my bad, look on the bright side. There’s plenty of other bags of Hot Cheetos.” He took a step forward to move past me, but I side stepped him, my arms folded across my chest. An elderly woman moved through the aisle politely, but nothing could rip me away from this prick. “I want the lime flavor, give them to me.” I demanded, as I suspected he burst into laughter, he took his time eyeing me, committing me to his memory, I felt naked under his scrutiny.
“And what are you gonna do if I don't? Please give me a reason to gut you sweetheart.” He threatened me, he whispered harshly, like a flip of a switch this stranger turned psychotic, without hesitation I pulled out my switchblade.
“Is there a problem?” Dean’s voice came from behind me, the douchebag standing in front of me gazed at me wearily, now having second thoughts, he tossed me the chips, and I caught them with my unoccupied hand. When I looked up, the guy was scurrying out of the store, I turned to see Dean staring in the direction the other man had run off to; Sam came rounding the corner from a different aisle. He too has a hand basket full of food, our gazes met, I chewed on my bottom lip out of habit, and it didn't go unnoticed by Sam. He parts his lips to speak, whatever he was going to say, I did not want to hear at this moment. I didn't want to talk about Ruby, and him cheating on me. We had that conversation once, it ended with me shooting him in the shoulder. “I’m guessing those Red Bulls are for me?” I forced myself to speak first, Sam nodded his head holding out the basket to me, I transferred the drinks into my own hand basket, and turned around on my heels to leave. I can hear Dean mumble “real smooth guys.” As I walk past him, we wrap up our pit stop with Dean filling up Baby. Sam and I sat in the car patiently waiting.
“You know that stuff is just battery acid Mani? Seriously.” Sam speaks up from the front seat, I noticed the numbers on the gas pump have stopped rolling, but Dean continues to stand there. I roll my eyes, he’s forcing us to have this conversation, I guess I mine as well rip the bandaid off again.
“Yea whatever.” I mumbled, my bites turning into nibbles as I tried to make my barbecue chicken bites last longer than I knew they were going to. Sam turned in his seat as much as he could so that he could face me, my bottom lip poking out upon making eye contact.
“I'm sorry.” He whispers; his hand reaches out for me, instead of taking it I stuff the rest of the chicken in my mouth, and place the trash in his palm. He burst out into a fit of laughter, glad to know he took my avoidance of affection as comedy, but he could have had a worse reaction I guess. As Dean pulled the driver's side door open, Sam quieted down, a soft accepting smile. He turned to face the front, Dean peered over to Sam, then to me through the rearview, but I didn't meet his gaze. He audibly breathed through his nose, started the car, and pulled off onto the road. I go back to listening to my own music for the duration of our drive as I wait for us to reach our destination.
“Alright, so there’s been an update on the case since I last looked, bodies are starting to turn up, and it looks like they’ve all been stabbed to death—
Dean cuts him off, a nonchalant expression etched onto his face, “yeah so what, humans stab each other all the time, Iman literally just threatened a man with a pocket knife.” I scoffed, it’s not like I was given a choice, that guy was seriously freaking me out, I was going to argue back when Sam spoke up loud enough for us both to hear.
“And their major organs were missing…so, not so human Dean.” Sam sat at the small breakfast table on the opposite side of the hotel room, his laptop in front of him, and his hunter's journal flipped open to a half finished page. Dean dragged his hand over his face, he sighed heavily, and let his body fall into the bed, “Shit…it’s a demon isn't it?” Before Sam regained consciousness after his return from hell, Dean, and I spent most of the time dreaming up scenarios where we’d just take a huge vacation. That’s what we thought would happen, Castiel was taking care of things upstairs, and Crowley, well he was too busy re-establishing the “business of hell.” Or whatever Kings of Hell did. Unfortunately for us Sam wants to work. “That means this has been the first demon activity in weeks, I guess Crowley got bored.” Sam looked up at me stunned by my presence, he held my gaze a moment too long, so I focused my eyes on my phone instead.
“We’re going into town first thing tomorrow morning, let’s try and get some sleep for now.” Dean yawns, his body already stretching, and twisting to turn to his side facing away from Sam and I. Only the sound of keyboard typing, and mouse clicking filled the silence. “You’re not going to sleep are you?” Sam asked over his shoulder, the corner of his mouth pulled upward into a half smile; I shrugged, the only time I actually slept was when we were on the road. The long drives, the constant moves soothes my mind, “I’ve never been able to relax in still environments…too vulnerable.” I mumbled, my hands fidgeting with the hem of my sleeves, he paused his research, and turned to me.
“I’ll always have your back Imani, you know that.” Sam attempts to reassure me, I believed him, his vowel has never faltered. Even if it meant him sacrificing himself, Ruby hated that. No matter what, she couldn’t get Sam to kill me, and it caused a huge upset between them when he physically put his body between us when she tried to carry out the job herself. Too exhausted to physically respond back I nodded my head mustering a soft smile, this satisfied him enough to go back to his work, and leave me be. I turned to look at the clock by the bedside, it was hardly midnight, so I decided at least my body could rest even if my mind wouldn't.
“I’ll pretend to sleep, and if you need me you can pretend to wake me up?” My voice a little above a whisper, Sam lets out a chuckle, but nothing more is said.
About an hour later, the hotel phone rings, I turn over to Dean, but he’s fast asleep. I looked up to Sam, and he had passed out in his chair with his face planted on the table. “And then there was one.” I groan, pulling myself up from the bed, the phone continues to ring as if the caller was hell bent on me answering.
“Hello?” I answered, there’s heavy breathing for a moment before what sounds to be a man’s voice on the other end.
“Oh, I didn’t expect anyone to answer.” The man said, my eyebrows pinch together, and as I shift my weight from one hip to the other, I become increasingly annoyed.
“What’s the point of calling someone if you don’t want an answer ?” I asked, I knew I should have hung up the phone, but I was in the mood to argue.
“I don’t know, if a tree falls in the middle of the forest when no one’s around does it make a sound?” The stranger asked sarcastically, Sam grumbled something in his sleep, but nothing more.
“What?” I don’t know what stupid kid was playing on the hotel phones late at night, but now I’m wishing I didn’t answer.
“Okay, okay, for real this time…what’s your favorite scary movie?” My body went rigid, a chill ran up my spine, no matter how I answered this I knew the bullshit was going to start regardless. ‘Would someone be dumb enough to copy a movie killer in real life?’ I thought to myself, I was hoping the answer would have been no, yet here we are.
“Who is this?” My voice was still a bit groggy from sleep.
“I asked a question first, play along and maybe I’ll be nice. Maybe I’ll spare you.”
“Scream? Really?” My eyes looked over to Sam, he continued to snore lightly, I cursed myself as I remember I left my gun on the nightstand near my bed.
“Answer the fucking question.” He said in a creepy melodic manner, I should have hung up five minutes ago, but now I have to see this through.
“Ugh I don't, I guess Hellraiser.” I shrugged, I should have chosen a better movie.
“Ah! That’s a great choice, now here’s the game, I ask you trivia questions, and for every one you get wrong…somebody dies.”
“What!” I shouted, my heart pounding viciously, Dean and Sam jumped up out of their slumber. Both of their guns at the ready.
“Wait…until I finish the rules, you interupt me again before I’m done and I’m going fucking gut you.” Both our ends of the phone are silent, my feet glued to the ground, I heard Sam and Dean calling for me.
“Now, I will ask you the questions you have ten seconds to answer, and no one is allowed to help you. If your meat head of a boyfriend so much as hints to you it’s all over. Do you understand?” He asked, I could feel the sickening grin grow on his lips from my side of the phone, I looked over to Dean who watches be with an expectant gaze.
“Do you understand!” He shouted making me jump, I nearly choked on my spit from trying to answer too fast.
“Fuck, yes I understand.” At this point Sam had gotten up from his seat, he tried to snatch the phone from me, but I bent down dodging his reach.
“Question one, what is a Cenobite?” He asked
I wanted to kick myself for the way my brain froze, I’ve watched that movie more times than I can count, the answer is right on the top of my tongue.
“10, 9, 8.” He began to count down, my heart thudded, and my hands trembled. I inhaled deeply, “7,6,5.”
“They’re Levathins.” I answered quickly, I knew the second I said it I was wrong.
“Wronggg!” The jerk shouted from his end of the phone.
“No.” I denied my error, how could I have been wrong? I’ve read about this before.
“Wrong, wrong, wrong! And now someone dies! Brb.” He shouted like a child
The line went dead, my eyelids grew wide, “What the fuck just happened?” I mumbled, my heart still pounding, someone’s hand grabbed my shoulder, it turned me around, and I came face to face with Sam.
“Iman…who was that on the phone?” He asked calmly, my eyes raised to meet him, Dean took the phone from my hands. It took me a moment to answer, I fought to clear my panicked thoughts to communicate clearly.
“Some guy…he made me play some stupid trivia game about horror movies. Said that if I got them wrong he would kill someone. Sam I, I got the question wrong now an innocent person is going to die because of me.” My voice breaks, my eyes sting at the presence of tears brimming my bottom eyelids.
“What else did he say?” Sam persists, I don’t blame him, once I get to crying I’m useless.
“He said brb.” I said, I turned to Dean who had sat at the edge of his bed, a confused expression on his face.
“What the hell is brb?” Dean suddenly spoke up, Sam’s face screwed up into a look of annoyance at his older brother.
“Dude, you don’t know what brb is? What century do you live in?” Sam scoffed, they began to bicker, and usually I let them.
“Be right back, brb means be right back. It’s text lingo, but that’s not the point. Whoever this dick head is, we need to find him before there’s another victim.” I cross the room back to my bed, while I’m looking through my bag there’s a knock at the door. Before either of us had a chance to answer, someone kicked the door open. Both Sam, and Dean emptied their guns on him, it did no good. On the other side of the door stood someone dressed in a long black robe, with a Ghost Face mask, “Sorry sweetheart, I just couldn’t wait for another game.” He said, I recognized the voice from the man over the phone, two more people dressed in identical outfits appeared from behind him. They both charged at Sam, and Dean. This left me to myself while they were tussling, I thrust my hands out in an attempt to use abilities that I’ve abandoned. For a moment Ghost Face began to twist in pain as he held his head, but he fought against it, my eyes darted to Sam who had gotten shoved through the hotel wall. ‘Shit, I’m stronger with Sam.’ Before I knew it, Ghost Face had grabbed me around my waist, and we stumbled onto the bed.
He got a good feel on me as his gloved hands squeeze my thighs, he takes his time to move up to my breast until both his hands wrap around my throat. I fought against him as hard as I could, but this man was impossibly heavy.
“I can’t wait to cut you open, and gut you princess.” He says heavily, his crotch rubbing up against my thigh, I’ve never felt so disgusted. His hand came over my face to caress it, his thumb brushed over my lip, so I took that opportunity to bite him.
“Ugh you bitch!” He shouted pulling away, I wasn’t fast enough, still a bit dizzy from him cutting my air off I moved my head too fast causing a sharp pain to shoot through my head. Next thing I knew, he had reared his fist back, and punched me hard enough to knock me out cold.
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Star Error XIII
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12
Star investigates Danny’s glowing freckles.
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The following day, Star watched Fenton from a distance as discreetly as she could. The last thing she needed was for everyone to think that she was hung up on Fenton after he brutally dumped her in front of everyone.
Oh, she would definitely have to get back at him for this somehow. Some way. Someday. But not right now when she knew Valerie would come after her if she did.
What did Valerie even see in Fenton anyway?
Star sat behind him a couple rows back in English class, glancing up from her notes every few seconds to check him out. Sure, he had nice hair that looked pretty soft and fun to run some fingers through. And he was a lot more muscular than she remembered him being in freshman year. Taller, too. And his eyes were kind of nice, she guessed. Icy blue, a piercing color that really stood out under his dark eyelashes.
She couldn't exactly say he was ugly but he certainly wasn't, like, cute.
Not really, anyway.
Maybe just a little cute.
Star looked up again and this time found Fenton looking back at her. He smiled, and Star immediately put her head down, blushing furiously as she pretended to concentrate very hard on taking detailed notes. She did not raise her head again for the remainder of class.
Later that night as part of their typical Friday night sleepover at Paulina's house, Star sat on the carpet near Paulina's canopy bed while Paulina sat at her vanity, brushing her long dark hair. The window was open, bringing in the cool night air as the pink curtains fluttered around the frame. Paulina always insisted on leaving the window open at night, hoping to catch just one glimpse of the ghost boy before she went to bed.
"So now that it's finally just us girls…" Paulina pulled half of her hair over her shoulder and began braiding it. "How are you taking your breakup with Danny?"
Star groaned. "We really weren't dating."
"You don't need to be embarrassed," said Paulina. "You could do a lot worse than Danny."
Star thought back to Valerie's glowing words about Fenton. "You don't think he's cute, do you?"
"Of course I do. Prettiest blue eyes I've ever seen." Paulina sighed as she tied off her first braid with a sugary pink bow. "Such a shame he and his family are a bunch of weirdos."
"He is weird, isn't he?" remarked Star.
"Yes." Paulina turned to Star, her eyes wide and full of concern. "Did he break your heart terribly when he dumped you like that? Because the cheerleaders and I can get back at him if you need us to."
Star was pretty sure Valerie would kick her ass if she allowed the cheerleaders to hurt or humiliate Fenton on her behalf. "Uh—no, don't do that, please."
Paulina smiled. "So you still care about him?"
"It's really not what you think."
Paulina chuckled and tied off her second braid. "That boy has made me feel some complicated emotions, too."
Star raised a brow. "Really?"
"Yes." Paulina grabbed a teddy bear from her collection of stuffed animals in the corner of her room and hugged it close to her chest as she joined Star on the floor. "He's cute but also a huge dweeb, like I can't actually associate with him even if he is nice to look at." She sighed dreamily. "But then he's also kind of mysterious, you know? He pretends like he knows nothing about ghosts, but I know he knows a lot more than he's letting on."
Paulina petted the bear between its ears, lost in some thought Star could only guess at.
"So, uh." Star cleared her throat to get Paulina's attention. "If you could ask Fenton one question and he had to answer honestly, what would you ask him?"
"Oh, that's easy. I'd ask him about his relationship to the ghost boy."
"His…relationship? To the ghost boy?"
"Well, sure," said Paulina. "Obviously he knows the ghost boy somehow. The ghost boy is always using that Thermos with the name 'Fenton' on it."
"So, what, you think Fenton gave the ghost boy that Thermos?" asked Star.
"Well, how else would he have gotten it?" Paulina turned up her nose. "The ghost boy is not a thief. He's good."
"Hmm." Star creased her brow. "So you really think Fenton and Phantom know each other?"
"Mmm hmm," said Paulina, once again petting her teddy bear on the head. "Although I've never been able to get Danny to admit it, but if he had to answer honestly, that's what I would ask him."
Star looked off to the side, wondering if maybe she didn't need to come up with the one perfect yes-or-no question to ask Fenton after all. If Phantom was close enough to Fenton that Fenton actually let him borrow his family's ghost inventions, then surely Phantom would know why Fenton's freckles glowed, right?
Maybe all she had to do was find Phantom and ask him instead.
"Oh!" Paulina gasped and jumped to her feet. "The ghost boy!"
She dropped her bear and ran to the window, excitedly pointing at the sky. Star joined her, gazing up at the glowing flash of light streaking high above them. Looking more closely, Star could see that it was actually a white-haired ghost wearing a jumpsuit.
"It's the ghost boy!" squealed Paulina. "Ooh, make a wish! Shooting ghosts are so much luckier than shooting stars!"
Paulina clasped her hands beneath her chin and shut her eyes tight. Star watched her silently mouthing her wish, then turned to look out the window again. Phantom's glow was getting farther away, winking out amidst the constellations.
Right now, Star had only one wish.
I just wish I could figure out Fenton's secret.
Part 14
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Thoughts on info we have about Bachelboys Funny Hellweek
So obviously I'm looking forward to the change in gameplay, like most of us. But the change in atmosphere is REALLY what I'm super hyped about. Like, we've gotten new visuals, NPCs, all of that shiz. I'm just hoping for more songs for the soundtrack, and REALLY hoping for music that's reminiscent of classic. Give me back that weird ass electronic ambience synths ice pick you won't no balls.
But looking through the visuals, I noticed Eva has a different outfit than normal (if that is even Eva, but her pose on the piano and hairstyle suggests it).
Which isn't a lot. But it's interesting. I doubt every character is gonna get a complete redesign, but this suggests that the devs are open to changes like this to help the routes feel different atmospherically. It could also be them realizing they got too horny with her old outfit. But regardless I'm using this slight window of possibility to hope for yulia to get her pixie cut back, whether in this route or changeling's. It would also be interesting if they made Aglaya more intimidating for bachelor route, since her animations for Artemy smile a lot. I'd assume that would allude to her being closer with him, and it would fit with Daniils absolute fear of her in the beginning. that's a lot to hope for I know but y'know it would be cool
Another thing that interested me was the inclusion of a screenshot of the kin, specifically of them in shekkhen. This is probably more evidence for the changing narrative between routes like in classic, but it makes me wonder if Daniil has an option to relocate them there earlier on. It could be a situation similar to marble nest.
AND SPEAKING OF MARBLE NEST (which I replayed today to celebrate the gift of knowledge the ice gang bestowed upon us) I was reminded of the reputation being replaced with death and life for Daniil. We knew that he wouldn't have too much of a problem with rep because of classics gameplay and how he was portrayed in 2, but even in 2, towards the end he admits that the townsfolk didn't have the best opinion of him. It could be that the reputation mechanic is taken away altogether because of Daniils lack of familiarity with the town. At day 11 for the Haruspex, he notes that the town won't tell him where the final courier is. This implies that most of the maps functions come from Artemy being in tune with the town. Maybe reputation in certain districts is part of the towns whispers. This could mean that Daniil has a rep mechanic that's completely invisible to the player, if it exists at all. But I still have to wonder if the death reigns here/the living are here thing applies before he knows of the plague. Maybe he doesn't even know specific districts.
I'm assuming a lot here, I know. But I just really can't wait for my second favorite boy's gameplay. And my god I'm gonna be terrible at it.
ending off with this Artemy pose. he did that pose a lot in classic and it makes me happy that his idle animation does that now. Now i pray he does the weird unaligned jaw thing his dialogue animations in classic did because oh my god I love him.
me when I'm hated here
#pathologic 2#pathologic bachelor#daniil dankovsky#dixi#qui habet aures.. audiat#there's still hope#the Bachelor sees
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has anyone written about truck memorials, those custom vinyl decals that people put on the back windows of their trucks (or, less commonly, other vehicles) in honor of deceased friends & relatives? seems like a bizarre cultural practice to me. why a car, of all places? what's going on there? are you just like, acknowledging how you managed to get a nice truck without the traditionally exorbitant car payment which generally accompanies them?? (probably not, right?)
it occurs to me that it could also be a consequence of the ubiquity of lee brice's critically acclaimed (&, imo, deeply cringe) 'i drive your truck,' a song which i have just learned was inspired by the real dad of a medal of honor recipient who drove his dead son's truck & for some reason did interviews about this specific practice. 'i drive your truck' is a fascinating cultural object: it's about how you're sad about your dead friend, who would probably punch you in the arm for crying about it, so you drive his truck with his dog tags & his go army shirt in it, even though the truck has terrible gas mileage, to go 'tear up' back roads & a field [goin muddin, one surmises, but also it feels very pointed that driving & grief are presented as destructive]. i just find this complex like, hilariously on the nose: oh did your kid die in an imperialist war intended to, among other things, secure american access to oil? and you're so sad about it you go literally waste gas? bro. come on here bro. experience a scruple, or at least like, a moment of self-reflection here, bro
this song also feels like it's in continuity with another popular country song, david ball's 'riding with private malone,' which came out in august 2001 & reached its popular height in the wake of 9/11. it's about buying a vintage corvette from the mother of a guy who went off to die in vietnam (a note left in the car reads "if you're reading this then i didn't make it home / but for every dream that's shattered another one comes true / this car was once a dream of mine now it belongs to you"); the singer nearly dies in a car crash, but is saved by the ghost of the titular private malone. hilariously, wikipedia informs me that this song received critical acclaim for its 'subtlety' in expressing the american psyche after 9/11. the mind boggles, but then i suppose the bar was low
neither of these songs are the same flavor of vile, unabashed patriotism typified by, e.g., toby keith, but they're still making the same 'freedom isn't free' argument, centered on iconic cars: both vehicles are haunted by an american soldier, either with the ephemera of his life (brice lists dog tags, a dirty baseball cap, and a shirt, along with a radio station preset and a half-drunk bottle of gatorade, which one must assume is by now swollen with the noxious fumes of incidental fermentation) or more literally (ball notes that the radio picks up an oldies station, but also the speaker sees 'a soldier riding shotgun'). i'm fascinated by the way that cars are emotionally central, in these songs & in the memorial decal tradition. they're making a claim about what american soldiers are dying for (our ability to drive cars) & operating from the assumption that we all agree that this is a tragic but noble exchange, because cars are just like, so great. there's a sort of self-serving maneuver in both of the country songs in which they acknowledge the radio; as a person who spent a ton of time stuck in the back of other people's trucks listening against my will to the local country station, i can confirm that these songs both got a ton of play (chart data reflects this observation too). fascinating in a sick way, i think. there's some obvious stuff going on here about the narrow straits of country-star masculinity; trucks & vintage corvettes (especially ones which you fix up yourself, of course) are suitably cool & tough to cover for unmanly emotions like 'being sad.'
i know it's sort of popular currently to valorize some idea of american rural culture that is left-leaning or radical, and to imply if not insist that this culture is neatly separate from the toby keith of it all (consider, e.g., the popular 'ghost of dale earnhardt' page, which emphasizes the anti-police origins of NASCAR; needless to say, if you live in the deep south & know NASCAR fans, they are not a group of obvious commies. i picked this example because dale earnhardt jr. claimed that the ghost of senior saved him in a crash once & it felt thematically related, but others abound). the claim that there is a leftist rural history needs no defense because it is flatly true, but the idea that this legacy can be neatly disentangled from racist, reactionary, & imperialist tendencies is much more tenuous, in my opinion. american pickup truck culture (& to some extent other vehicles, which are treated metonymously with rural life; e.g. kenny chesney's deeply annoying tune 'she thinks my tractor's sexy') is so fuckin wild y'all
#sorry for that sidebar about the gatorade but i know from experience opened bottles of gatorade get disgusting if you leave them in a car#also if you personally have found a truck memorial meaningful then i respect that & i'm glad you have found something useful to you#did you want a rambling essay about uhhhh trucks & country songs i don't like? well if so you are in LUCK my friend#feel free to comment complain recommend readings or argue i love y'all#defensive personal note that despite being a horrible suburbanite i used to work in a barn in rural florida & i come by my y'alls honestly#if you saw this post appear as a wall of text on yr dash my apologies tumblr for some reason ate my above-the-cut graf#there's something going on here with the idea of the car as a & perhaps The form of consumerist personal expression#& the road as a platform for personal / gendered performance. probably? idk dude i am 2 dumb 2 read
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Eclipsed in Paris Pt 4 Miraculous x Reader
9:26:36 AM Thursday, April 18th Paris, France
After the first hour was up, we had maths. The teacher assigned a group project, leading to me "working" with Chloe and her minion Sabrina. By working, I mean Chloe telling Sabrina t do all the work while she gushed over Adrien Agreste, her childhood friend. Aside from Chloe, the only person who's tried to interact with me has been Sabrina who ultimately said to stick with Chloe.
Anyways, apparently, this class is learning the French equivalent of Algebra 1 in the U.S which isn't terrible. The girls I sat next to in Ms. Bustier's class have been glancing over here and whispering to each other since. If the people here are as judgemental as they are in America I may be better off returning to the U.S. The only thing that prevents me from believing this at the moment is the old man from earlier. Hopefully, he's gotten where he was trying to get to. For now, I guess I'll just look out the window.
10:39:10 AM P.E Class
I finally got away from Chloe and the two glaring girls long enough to take a breath. P.E is not my favorite class in the world, but it may grow on me since it gets me away from, well everyone who seems to have a problem with my existence. Today is just the flexibility test for the school year. I actually suffer from benign joints hypermobility syndrome so this shouldn't be too bad, well at least not until my doctor sees me next. She keeps telling me to reduce how much I push my joints so that I don't put myself in pain anymore.
Anyways, it's partnered so I actually have a chance to talk to someone other than Chloe. My partner is a girl from my class, I think her name's Alix.
"Uh, hi. I think we're partners." I awkwardly said.
"Yeah, just don't slow me down." was her response.
It wasn't exactly the nicest response, but it also didn't seem to have any animosity in it.
" Alright class, get into the sit and reach position. Your partner will push down on your back as you stretch with LIGHT pressure." came the first command from the teacher.
Alix and I actually worked fairly well together. We talked a bit during the exercises about the school, who's who in the class, and Alix's favorite sports. I told her about New York, part of the reason I came to France, and it seems she came to a conclusion about me. Hopefully, it was a good one.
11:45:27 AM Lunch Break
We're supposed to go to lunch at home or in the cafeteria for an hour. Chloe had something brought to the school for her, and I headed to the cafeteria with Alix. She invited me to sit with her, a guy named Kim, and his friend Max. I ended up with a tray with a fruit salad, orange juice, and a questionable-looking pear for lunch.
"So, you're Y/N Bourgeois? The idol?" the guy who Alix called Kim asked.
"Yeah, that's me. Though I'd appreciate it if you didn't make a big deal out of it." was my response.
"And, you're Chloe's cousin?"
"Yep. Though she and I only reunited recently. I've been living in America since I was six."
"So, you have been influenced by her very little?" was the question, Max asked.
"Under her influence, yes. Her mother is a different story." I replied.
"Alright, alright guys. We're here to eat lunch, not dissect her traumatic backstory." Alix said, setting down her tray, to which I smiled at her. A true genuine smile, not one of my practiced model smiles.
By the time lunch was over, I already had three friends and a permanent place to eat lunch if I wanted to.
12:53:41 PM Science
My next class had me a bit worried. Apparently, the teacher isn't the best with new students... or old students...or students in general.
Anyways, in this class, I'm sat next to a very tall guy. According to the teacher, his name is Ivan. He seems intense when you look at him, but I'm sure he's a sweet guy when you get to know him. In fact, he seems very shy in comparison to everyone else. We were only taking notes on chemical compounds today, so it wasn't a terrible class. The teacher didn't put up with anyone messing about, but I made eye contact with Kim and couldn't help the small giggles that left my mouth. Chloe's been blowing up my phone all of the class. Apparently, Sabrina doesn't quite get chemical compounds and she thinks I may. be able to explain it to her, so she can do Chloe's homework. I guess I'm doing a slight tutoring session after school.
2:16:36 PM Art Class
A little under three hours left of school, and I finally reached a class I can get into. I can technically do whatever kind of art I want in this class so I went over to the drawing table. Alix is doing so form of street art with spray paint, the girls from earlier are using alcohol markers, and Chloe's in the corner on her phone like always. I guess I better start working on designs for my new line like Auntie would want me to. I started with a fitted bodycon silhouette and shaded it in with a variety of reds, adding layers of black around the bottom to form a filled-out skirt. Apparently, my presence finally got to the two girls from earlier because one of them came over and just stood in front of me.
"Can I help you?" I said, rather peeved that she was blocking my sunlight but also because she likely already assumed my personality.
"Yeah, you're Y/N right? Chloe's cousin?"
"That would be correct. And you are?" I could feel my left eyebrow arching.
"I'm Alya and my best friend over there is Marinette. We were wondering if you were the Y/N Bourgeois who owns the fashion label "Serpentine" and does all that idol work?"
"I am. Is that all you wanted?" I replied.
I know my tone was rude but these girls have done nothing but glare and whisper about me all day.
"How about you come to our table and sit with us? Marinette does some designing herself and I think you guys could bond over that." came Alya's reply.
So I went over and joined them. Marinette apologized for the glaring. She apparently assumed I was just like Chloe but after seeing me interact with Alix, Kim, and Max she decided otherwise. She needs to work on that. It will be her fatal flaw if she doesn't.
The two of us exchanged numbers and began showing each other our designs. Her designs are exquisite. Auntie would be impressed for sure. However, she seems awful shy about showing them off.
3:30:57 PM History
I have 1 hour until school is over, and my last class is history in Ms. Bustier's again. I sat at the back of the class next to a girl named Lila. She immediately pulled out her phone and asked for a picture as well as my phone number. She's the only one who's made a big deal about my status all day. However, I took the picture to be polite and she tagged me in it. My Instagram began blowing up with the comments under it. Apparently, this Lila was the one I was rumored to be hanging out with. Anyways, today's lesson was on Ancient Rome, including mythology. Lila kept trying to distract me with a conversation but I wanted to remain focused on Romulus and Remus. She began blowing up my phone with texts which made me immediately regret giving her my number.
4:30:15 PM Outside the School
Well, I made it through my first day of school without a major incident. Now, Chloe and I were waiting for the limo to show up. She's been talking to Adrien for the last 10 minutes, and he looks particularly uncomfortable with her clinginess. The limo finally pulled up, followed by another one, which I assume is Adrien's. When we got into the car, then came the beratement.
"You shouldn't hang out with Marinette Dupain-Cheng or her friends. It's bad enough you're hanging out with Alix and Kim."
"Chloe, if I wanted your advice on friends, to which I've never been allowed to make that discernment myself I would have asked. I'd appreciate it if you dropped it because I want to be able to make decisions for myself for once in my life."
Okay, a little harsh, even for Chlo but did I lie? My first boyfriend was even chosen for me so I should get to decide who I hang out with at the minimum. At least she dropped the conversation. I headed up to my room and dropped my stuff on the couch located at the center of the room. However, there was a strange box left on my coffee table.
I opened the small box that had a necklace, and a small light came out of it. When it disappeared, a small bat-like creature was floating in front of me.
"I'm sorry to say this but, who are you?"
#adrien agreste#alix#chat noir#female reader#kim#luka couffaine#marinette dupain cheng#miraculous ladybug#x reader#Eclipsed
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Part 1: Secret Side
7 months later…
TIFF Festival
I splash cold water on my face and brace myself for another day.
I gulp chase my suppressants with a glass of water.
Then smear the scent blocker on my neck.
To say filming this movie was hard would be an understatement. True mates, who would have thought I'd have one? It's made these intimate scenes tricky. We've had so many close calls. I should have just quit but my agent would have my head. Also, I'd hate to break Jared's heart.
Wait why should I really care he isn't mine. It's just biology. Even though I've had a crush on him since I was a teenager. I've got no claim.
Suppressants, scent blockers, you name it. I've gone through a lot this month more than I've used since I presented.
Jared's asked to hang out but I've dismissed him. I can't afford for him to get attached to me. He'll tire of me being in control. All my boyfriends have. Even though they were just betas. Not to mention there's an 11-year age between us. Not that it bothers me one bit. I've always liked guys older than me. The ones my age just turn me off.
Okay, Y/N no time for this you've got your movie premier for Skin Deep to attend. It's the last thing you have to do then you won't have to work with him again. I reminded myself.
Hours later…
Westin Harbour Castle Hotel
Terrible timing for a press tour I hear a whimper from Jared in the other room. He's gone into heat. I can smell it. It feels like a siren's call to my presentation. No, Y/N don't go there. Jared can handle himself. Too lost in thought I failed to notice him steadily walking towards me.
He tugs at my shirt like a child begging for attention. Jared looks at me with that famous puppy dog look of his.
"Alpha" Jared whimpered.
Just like that, I throw all my misgivings out the window.
Hearing him call me that is like sirens call to my libido.
I nearly ripped his clothes to shreds. I could barely hold back.
Our clothes mingled together. A path leading from our connected rooms led to the king-size one in his.
“Easy now omega I've got you I'll bring that fever of yours.” I softly whispered into his ear.
Perfect fit, with no burn or anything despite his size.
Euphoria, raw, sweaty, passionate.
Hours roll by and we eventually fall asleep with me locked onto him.
Morning arrives, and I take in his sleeping form before I remove his arms from around me. I take one last look at my claim on Jared's neck. Something I never intended to do. Too afraid to deal with the aftermath. I rush out of there like I’ve just burned.
Part 2:
#beneath the skin#Omega!Jared Padalecki x Alpha!Reader#supernatural fanfiction#moosekateer13#Smut#Angst#A/B/O#monster#skillet
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Gee John, How Come Your Dad Lets You Watch Three Movies?!
Alright. I suffered through THREE of John's movies today, and all of them were extremely bad. All three of them had terrible dialogue and boring characterization, Face/Off was mostly gunfights, Armageddon was mostly explosions, and Ghost Dad was mostly an absolute fever dream clearly signed off by a very drugged up executive.
However, I do see why John likes these movies. John is a Nic Cage fan, and I do think both Cage and Travolta gave great performances in Face/Off. The weird, experimental science aspect is fun too, and might have a link to John's chumhandle - I can see him getting curious about how the facial transplant surgery works. Mistaken identity is an interesting theme - John feels like his dad doesn't know him well, thinking he'd like harlequin dolls and cakes, and might think his dad sees him as a different person. People on Discord have theorized that John's arc will be realizing she's transgender, which is REALLY interesting in light of this movie and its focus on physical features vs actual identity.
Armageddon has the same basic premise as Deep Impact - a meteor will destroy the Earth if the American government can't figure out a way to stop it - but on a much shorter timeframe. I personally think Deep Impact is miles better, but Armageddon is very focused on American masculinity and a motley crew of men who live dangerous, somewhat criminal lives (it's more similar to Con Air in this regard). We know John likes a Cool Movie Moment (see p.20) and this one is basically fifty lab-grown Cool Movie Moments stitched together.
Both these movies are very long and very action packed. Armageddon barely takes time away from the action to give us the characters' names, and since John probably watches movies for escapism, this must be appealing to him. Their major characters have very exciting lives, whether that's working for the FBI, as a terrorist, as a deep sea oil driller or as an astronaut - John probably isn't concerned with the politics of these things, they're simply cooler kinds of people who he could grow up to be, and it's fun to imagine himself in their place because it beats his current life.
Ghost Dad is completely irredeemable. [ooc 2024 note: I don't endorse watching movies that feature Bill Cosby, who is a known terrible guy, and I can guarantee he did not receive any money from my watching this.] It's horrifically written and plotted and none of the humor lands. But, it makes perfect sense that John and his dad would watch this, as it's about a family who pranks each other. The son is an aspiring magician just like John (and is similarly bad at it), and John might even have got his interest in magic from watching this.
The dad spraying whipped cream on a top hat is very Dad Egbert-coded, and John might love the idea of having a ghost in his house who can pilot clothes around while invisible and float up to windows to scare mean kids. Meanwhile, Dad clearly likes to show John movies that feature parents eventually choosing their kids over their career. (It seems like he shows this with his actions, too - he's clearly not at work today, and John's feeling suffocated in the house suggests that Dad is there most of the time).
MOVIES WATCHED: 10/11
MOST RECENT MOVIES:
Face/Off (1997) - Rating 4/10
Armageddon (1998) - Rating 3/10
Ghost Dad (1990) - Rating 1/10
#ghost dad gets 1/10 because i still cried.#ive cried at every movie ive ever seen and would only give 0 if i didnt cry#john's movies#homestuck#one to go !!#thoughts on meteor movies:#deep impact is very neoliberal but feels well meaning and optimistic in a 90s way#meanwhile armageddon is very cynical libertarian and is literally oil company propaganda#i read an intro book on media studies that said 'media can make a bad character likeable by positioning them against other worse characters#i disagree with this. i am extremely capable of not rooting for anybody in a movie#chrono
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