#a few gerrys i did at school

[mxromance]

all he knows is robert smith, kiss boys and LIE

[1nk20ul]

I would love to know the birthdays of the other tma characters (particularly Gerry, Micheal Shelley, and Tim)

TMA Birthdays Revealed (Continued)

You've got it.

Let's go in the order that you requested, starting with Gerry Keay.

(This is a continuation of my previous post, where I determine Jon and Martin's birthdays to the best of my ability. Make sure to check it out if you haven't yet!)

Spoiler alert: Gerard is one of the few characters for whom we have an objectively correct/confirmed answer. Just like last time, I'll list all of the results in the tags as a TLDR. Let's begin!

As I said, Gerry's birthday is shockingly the easiest to find out of everyone in the entire main series. However, none of our clues are actually found in Archives. Rather, it's the Magnus Protocol ARG that flat-out gives us this answer. Compared to last post, I feel like I'm being spoiled.

For those unaware, chdb.xlsx (Child_Database.Excel) is a 250-row list of participants in the Magnus Institute's Gifted Child programme. Of these, last names like Dyer, Nolan, Barker, Baldwin, etc. appear, although it's possible some are simply a coincidence.

One we know is not. Behold:

(Yes, his last name is spelled Kaey in this dataset. It's an easy typo to miss in a 250-row document. Don't worry about it.)

According to Chdb, Gerry's birthday is 4th February, 1988. For those paying attention to my original Birthday post, this is exactly two days after my calculation for Jon's birthday, down to the year. This pleases me.

I'll even throw in a bonus for you. Based on his data, he is quite empathetic - yet not very susceptible to peer pressure! You're welcome, Gerrianators.

Let's move to Michael Shelley.

Unfortunately, we're not as lucky this time. Michael's age is just as twisted up as what became of him. Here's what we know:

Michael worked with Eric Delano prior to Eric's resignation in 1990, but was also hired to replace Fiona Law during or after 2003.

Michael's death was sometime between 2009-2011, however was supposedly already distorted in 2006.

Jonny joked on Twitter that Michael "is 92 at all points in the timeline."

There is virtually nothing to go off of here... The month and day are an absolute mystery to us as well. So congrats! His birthday is 92.

Thankfully, Tim is a little bit easier on us.

We need to use Danny Stoker's death as a starting point here. We know that Danny died in 2013 at no younger than 21 years old. Beforehand, Tim spent the previous 5 years at Victory House Publishing. Before that, in 2007, he completed his First in Anthropology at Trinity College. As a Bachelors degree typically takes three years to complete, we can assume Tim was most likely 18 in 2004. The birth year is easy to calculate from there.

For month, all we can do is process of elimination. Let's start with when his birth month isn't. Since the tapes contain no mention of a birthday party like Jon and Martin had prior to MAG 40 (when shit hits the fan), we know that it is less likely to be between September to mid-March, although this is mainly a mix of speculation and educated guessing. We can at least confirm the September cutoff, though, by cross-referencing age requirements for schooling in the UK. Unfortunately, this is where our luck ends. All in all, I think we still did quite well here.

Our final result is April-August 1986. He died at 31 years old. Bonus: He is anywhere from 1-6 years older than his brother. This is not a surprise to absolutely anyone.

A recap of our final results:

Gerard Keay - 4th February, 1988

Michael Shelley - Permanently 92 years old

Timothy Stoker - April-August, 1986

Thanks again, everyone. I have a wonderful time making these, it's great fun! I have a few more posts in mind that I'd like to make, so feel free to leave an Ask. See you next time!

[sasha-n-james]

TMAGP THEORY

HUGE theory about The Magnus Institute, Sam, Alice, the whole shebang. I feel like I'm really onto something here... Possible spoilers under cut!

In reading the list of children experimented on by The Magnus Institute before it burnt down, we know that Sam was on this list. The list gives information about the tests he was given, and even his birthday (he's 34 btw).

And we know that Gerry was also on this list, as Sam found him and tracked him down to ask him questions, but Gerry didn't remember much.

There's one other name that stands out in this list: Connor Dyer. Born 1989, would be 35. While Gerry and Sam received high scores, Connor did not, and didn't seem to pass.

A Dyer. Maybe a relative of Alice. Maybe a brother.

Or maybe, that is Alice, as a small child. We know Alice is transgender, Alex actually went out of his way to confirm that she's trans, something that wasn't necessary unless it was relevant for canon. It would make sense for her and Sam to be around the same age, as they went to school together when they dated. And it's highly likely that Alice's name hasn't been Alice her whole life. Maybe this kid IS Alice.

Maybe that's why Alice is so averse to the whole Institute thing. She isn't just worried for Sam, she knows something, she was affected by it. Maybe she remembers something that Sam and Gerry don't.

Sam said he had found "a list of a few of the other kids." Maybe it's not a complete list, and he didn't receive the name "Connor." Maybe he only got the names of the highest-performing kids or something.

I feel like I'm onto something huge here though!!!!!!!!!! I feel like a genius.

[gingiesworld]

Perfect (Kinktober)

Gerri Fields x GN! Reader

Warnings: Smut. Virgin Gerri. Amab! Reader

Taglist: @bababaka @natashaswife4125

18+ MINORS DNI

Heading off to college is a scary thing to most, especially when you're headed to a different college to your best friend since childhood. Gerri had settled into her dorm within the week, with countless phonecalls from her mom since she had arrived. That was also when she noticed that an old friend who she had drifted apart from wandering the halls.

"I see you still play." Gerri stated as she caught up to them, taking note of the drumsticks in their back pocket.

"Gerri?" They questioned as she nodded with a shy smile. "Wow, it has been ages."

"Well, technically a few months but who's counting." She teased as they chuckled lightly. "How have you been?" She asked them as the two walked across campus.

"I have been great, how about you? How was your summer?" They asked her as she nodded with a tight lipped smile.

"It was eventful, that's for sure." She told them.

"I heard about your dad." They told her. "My mom was there at his funeral. I'm sorry I couldn't come as I was at my dad's. You know the whole custody agreement."

"That's ok." She waved them off as they both approached a coffee cart. Y/N ordered two flat whites, not knowing exactly what Gerri's poison is just yet. "I had Lillie there with me and my mom."

"She is a strong woman." Y/N stated as they handed her the warm beverage. "Just like her daughter." Gerri blushed slightly as she took a sip of her drink, trying to avoid their eyes as old feelings came rushing back.

"Thank you." She whispered before they walked her back to her dorm, a promise of seeing each other open as the two finished their day's with smiles on their faces.

As the weeks went on and classes became more and more demanding. Y/N had also had more band practice which they had invited Gerri to tag along. As much as Gerri was nervous to be around other people she has no idea about, she was excited to be near Y/N once more.

"Who is this pretty lady?" Terrence questioned as he leaned on his mic stand as Y/N soon wrapped their arms around her waist, already sensing her uncomfortable state.

"This is Gerri, a really good friend of mine and she is off limits." Y/N pointed to each of them as they soon sat on their stool as Gerri stood at the side. Watching as they soon started to play one of their warm up covers.

Gerri couldn't help but feel a certain way as she watched the sweat soon drip from their form as they hit the drums to the perfect rhythm of the song. The concentration on their face as to make sure not to make a mistake which could cost them dearly.

As they soon changed into one of their own songs, Gerri's heart skipped a beat when Y/N also started to sing their line as they looked at the green eyed girl to the side. This brought out a whole new view of the friend she used to have when she was younger and in high school.

The goofy kid who had braces and acne had had the most incredible glow up she had ever seen and she wanted them. She wanted them to make her their's. To be her first time.

"What did you think?" Y/N asked her once they stood before her, she looked up with a dumbfounded look on their face as they smirked at her.

"I. Wow." She breathed out as she looked over the sweat dripping from them before they soon took her hands, leading her outside as they became concerned as she was flushed.

"Are you ok Gerri?" They asked her as she could only nod before taking their lips in hers. Groaning, they pushed her up against the wall beside the fire exit as their hands held her hips as she had her arms around their neck.

"Take me." She whispered as seductively as she could. "I want you to be my first." She told them as they just nodded, not bothering to tell their bandmates they were leaving as they led her back to their dorm.

Once they had closed the door, Gerri looked them in the eye as she stripped her clothes as Y/N made sure their door was locked. Stepping forward as she shed her clothes before she started to remove their sweaty clothes.

"Are you sure?" They asked her as she just nodded with her bottom lip between her teeth.

"I want this. I want you to be my first Y/N." She told them as her hands rested flat against their chest. They then captured her lips in a tender kiss before leading her to their bed, laying her down gently before continuing their kisses. Pulling back slightly to gaze into her green orbs.

"You are ethereal." They whispered before they started to kiss her neck. "Can I ask you something." She just nodded as her hands held their shoulders, caressing their skin. "Do you want this to be more than a one time thing because I don't think I can do a one time thing with you Ger."

"I want this to be more than that." She whispered before Y/N leaned in and kissed her once more. Their hands caressing her sides as she wrapped her arms around their shoulders and her legs around their waist. Her hips rolling against their own as their length unintentionally slipped inside. "Fuck." Gerri hissed at the stinging sensation before Y/N started to thrust slowly. Soon enough her moans of pain turned into sounds of pleasure as Y/N kept going at a slow and steady pace.

They moved their other hand between their bodies to circle her clit, helping her reach her climax as they sucked on her neck. Gerri was in a stated of pure euphoria as she let go, seeing stars as her legs trembled before they soon pulled out and finished on her stomach.

"That was." She whispered breathlessly as they smiled softly as she regained her composure.

"You're perfect." They whispered before kissing her softly. Gerri watched as they moved away and disappeared into the bathroom, returning with a damp cloth in their hands as she watched them clean her up with love and care. The butterflies in her stomach were going insane at the simple gesture.

[harrystylescherry]

tis the damn season vol. 2 SNIPPET

A/N: yes, you did in fact read that correctly. there will be a vol. 2 of tis the damn season...NOT part 2, but VOLUME 2. Meaning, this is not a continuation, or a kind of epilogue, but a whole other scenario. with a different character, in a different universe, but connected by the premise of miss swift's song...bc it is my favorite holiday tune. this will probably be posted around new years, so see you then!

read tis the damn season!

It was the Wednesday before Christmas, and the pub was empty—just how Harry liked it. This year, the holiday was on a weekend, which meant the crowd of school-days-past wouldn’t be arriving until tomorrow at the earliest, semi-finishing out their work weeks.

Harry had been in Chesire for a week already, lazy-ing around his mum’s house and patiently waiting for his sister to come from London (she’d be part of the hoard arriving tomorrow). His mum was out for the night, at a holiday party she had with her friends every year. She had invited him along, but that week, he had already crashed a lunch and a festive dinner. The idea of round three felt pathetic.

His cousins were Christmas shopping for their baby—and it’s not that Harry didn’t want to join them, he just knew that it wasn’t the kind of shopping he was into. It was mission-based. Harry preferred the kind of shopping day that took hours and ended with a nice meal—whether or not he completed his list didn’t matter. It was the spirit of it.

So, he was alone. In a pub he frequented every time he came back. They had decorated for the holiday, with the top shelf of the bar lined with stockings that had the staff’s names written on—there were a few he didn’t recognize from the year before. It sat uncomfortably on his chest. He should make more time to visit home—because that’s what it still was to him. It didn’t matter where his house was, that he had spent more months in LA and New York alone (mostly) than he did his mum’s house. They weren’t the same, devoid of that special warmth and love that hit him each time he opened the heavy, oak door.

Garland hung around the perimeter of the room, from the ceiling, and also draped beneath the bar. Poinsettias (which he hated) filled vases on shelves that usually housed more appealing faux bouquets. He did like, however, the Christmas lights strung along the ceiling and wrapped around the posts throughout the space. It made it all quite cozy.

“Thanks, Gerry,” Harry said as he took his pint from across the bar.

The pub door opened, and with it came a gust of cold hair.

“Aye, it’s the new girl,” Gerry called across the bar to the other tender, his younger brother Tommy.

Harry turned just in time to see the smirk on the face of the supposed newcomer. He wasn’t sure if the chill that moved through him was from the burst of cold or the energy that radiated from her. She was completely bundled up, from her big boots to her bright red beanie.

She plucked it off by its pom-pom and dropped it onto the bar top, only five seats down from Harry. “Not new, temporary,” she said.

“Only ‘cause we haven’t won you over yet. Just wait, you won’t dream of leavin’ by time we’re done with you.��

She rolled her eyes playfully and unwound the pink and red striped scarf from her neck. She draped it over the seat next to her, then peeled off her coat, revealing long, dark hair that had been tucked down her back.

She was pretty. Harry could tell just from her profile. From her voice. Her nose was suited for a fairy and her cheeks were round—stained pink from the wind.

“The usual?” Tommy asked.

“Please,” she said as she pulled the sleeves of her cream sweater over her hands and fought off a shiver.

“Hi.”

Harry jolted out of his trance and flushed with embarrassment at being caught staring.

“I’m Rosie.” She smiled.

“Harry.”

“I know.” The smirk was back, and he thought, seeing her face so clearly now, it made her look even more beautiful. If that was even possible.

“Right.” He looked down and spun his glass on its coaster,

He heard her thank Tommy for whatever her usual was and listened as they fell into easy, friendly conversation.

“Care to join us?”

He looked up and was met with her smile, and expectant looks from the boys who stood on the other side of the bar, their own drinks in their hands.

“Uh, yeah, why not?”

Harry moved down until they were only a seat apart.

“Rosie’s from London,” Tommy supplied. “Like you.”

“No, technically, Harry’s from here,” Gerry corrected.

“Well, yeah, but—”

“Are you visiting family?” Harry cut him off. “For Christmas?”

“Uh, no,” she said with a scrunch of her nose. Harry left her room to elaborate, but she didn’t.

“Rosie’s a writer,” Gerry offered, before taking a sip of his beer. She blushed behind the curtain of her hair.

This was how his small village operated. A new person meant new information, new stories to pass around and gossip about. It didn’t matter if that person was sitting right in front of them. It was charming, but also terrifying. Especially if the stories making the rounds about you weren’t exactly tame, or inconsequential, or PG-13.

“Is she?” He asked, his eyes looking over her.

“I write novels for young adults. Well, I wrote one novel. I’m working on the second. Supposed to be, anyway.”

“S’why she’s here.” Tommy supplied before downing the rest of his glass, just as the pub door opened again.

“Is it?” He was aware that his attempts to flirt right now were abysmal, but he didn’t know what else to say. He wanted to talk to her, not Tommy. He wanted to pry and tease and slide into the seat next to her, but he couldn’t do that with them watching so closely. The things the town would say about that...so these redundant questions were all he had.

“Sort of.” That was all she offered before taking a sip from the glass of white wine in front of her.

[robyn-i-guess]

gerrymichael enjoyers and writers i want your opinion 🎤

ok so i have this au fic for gerrymichael where it's college au, and it's a like the whole bad boy/good girl (minus the fact they're both boys, and even that's questionable)

basically, gerry is stereotyped due to his more alternative looks and everyone assumes he's probably doing illegal things or just sleeps around a lot

meanwhile michael is the head of student council "goody two shoes" type, who most are sort of aware of but don't know anything about

gerry thinks about michael. a lot. he sees them in the halls for only a few seconds a day but thinks about him for a lot longer. hallway crush vibes. and when they get put into a painting class together, suddenly they have an opportunity to meet, and gerry is freaking out a usual amount. (there's more to the whole plot but that's just the beginning bit)

putting a short lil concept thing under the cut

Gerard Keay does not know Michael Shelley.

The only reason he knows their name is because they're in the student council, meaning it's not uncommon for their name to be said during school events.

He has only seen them in hallways, passing by in a rush while holding papers or books that always seem like they're going to fall out of their hands. Even in those moments, most of what Gerard is able to catch is a blur of golden curls and eyes that are ridden with exhaustion.

So, it is safe to say that he does not know Michael.

That fact only caused confusion to him whenever Gerard realized his strange excitement once learning that Michael would be in one of his classes for the semester.

It was an art class, one that he had picked due to him already being practiced is painting and drawing. He assumed it would be a fun class, or at least one that wouldn't be too stressful. However, when he had first walked into that classroom and saw Michael Shelley sitting at an area in the back, Gerard had assumed the emotion he was feeling was stress. He couldn't pinpoint why, it wasn't like he was intimidated by their status, but he couldn't shake the feeling of nervousness he felt when he accidentally locked eyes with them. He turned his head quickly in that moment, deciding to sit in the front of the room despite that not being where he'd usually prefer to be. Something about Michael sitting there made Gerard think twice about sitting in the back as he normally would.

The lecture went smoothly, it mostly being an introduction to the professor and what would be happening throughout the classes. So did the next, and then the next one after that. That didn't get rid of the feeling he felt, however, every time that Gerard walked into that room and attempted to avoid looking at the one with golden curls in the back. He knew he'd have to talk to them at some point, it was inevitable, but there was something about them that meant he was more nervous to talk to them than he usually would be. And he very much denied the idea that it could be caused by any... feelings he may have. Gerard ruled it as impossible, as he had never spoken to them, and he wasn't that much of an idiot to fall for someone he'd only mostly seen in hallways.

Michael wasn't one to speak up in class, and instead they'd work silently on any research on the history of art they may have been doing, only giving simple responses or nods when the professor would come around and ask how their work was coming along. When Gerard thought about it, he didn't really know what their voice sounded like because it was always quiet or unintelligible from their distance. That only made him more interested in talking to them.

That day never came, though, much to Gerard's disappointment.

They both went through that class without talking to each other once, and when Gerard left that room for the last time he couldn't help but feel like he had failed at some kind of goal. A failure that had meant he would be left with only seeing the elusive Michael Shelley in hallway rushes again, which annoyed him in a way he didn't understand.

He did talk to them one day, though.

(note this is old as heck lmao i've gotten better at writing since i wrote this)

anyways yeah. should i continue it or is it too basic idk, i want to write it for me but it would also be multiple chapters long and my "1k-words-is-rare-for-me" self probably won't bother to write it unless someone else is interested

[leahnardo-da-veggie]

The Unwanted Visitor, PT 3

Part 1's here, Part 2 here, enjoy! (I swear I'll finish apns soon, but I just got a bad case of new-wip-itis)

The sun was shining, the wind was pleasantly cooling, and it was a wonderful day. At least, it would have been if I hadn't been cycling for my life. My feet pumped like hell was on my heels, and my thighs ached from the exertion.

As I passed through the gates, I could hear the bell chiming, a warning to students that the doors would be locked soon.

"Wait!" I screeched, pulling on the brakes as the gates swung shut.

The guard, Mr Gerry, was standing there with his arms crossed. "Cutting it a bit close, aren't we?" he teased.

"Yes, sorry," I panted, leaning on the bike for support. "You know, I wouldn't be this late if school started at a sane time, right? Who the hell gets up and ready at 10?"

Mr Gerry laughed. "I don't know. You might wanna start waking up earlier, though. If you're late one more time, the school'll give you detention."

"I know, I know," I grumbled. It was all Visitor's fault. He had turned off my alarm, wrecked the wheels on my bike, held me up with his pranks and so much more, and it was taking a toll on my attendance.

"Anyway, I've got to go. You should hurry too, Aida." Mr Gerry waved me through the gates, and I dumped my bike to the side.

Joining the tail end of the flood of students entering the halls, I flipped up the hood of my jacket. Being the weird kid who lived at the edge of town was social suicide, and not being allowed to invite anyone over made matters worse. I was stuck being the butt of all the jokes, and I couldn't even beat them up, because I would get suspended. (Don't get me started on what happened when I poured bleach all over their lockers and ruined their stuff.)

"Oh, look, it's AIDS on legs," someone hissed as I walked by, and I artfully ignored the muffled laughter that followed me. I hated my name, or at least the first part of it. It was ripe for the mocking. I mean, what the hell kind of archaic name was 'Aida', anyways?

Unfortunately, there wasn't much I could do. I was still a kid, after all, albeit not for long. Soon, though. Soon I would be free of these idiots and I would move out into the great world. I comforted myself with that thought as I stepped through the door, prepared for the next session of the shitshow that was my school.

"Good morning, Miss O'Dell. I trust you have a good reason for being late?" My homeroom teacher, Miss Kearney, glared at me from her seat.

I sighed. "No, Miss." I doubted that 'my spirit held me up by causing trouble' was a valid excuse.

"I'll let you off this time, but do it again and you're in deep trouble, Aida," Miss Kearney snapped. She wasn't usually so snappish, but she'd had a bad day, apparently. All the better for me, I thought bitterly.

"Yes, Miss." I slid into my chair in the back row, the most unobtrusive spot in the room.

"Okay, now that everyone's here, we can finally introduce a special guest. She's an exorcist consultant for the police; Please welcome Mrs Bell, everyone," Miss Kearney said.

"Hello," a woman with brown hair stepped into the classroom. Her suit was impeccably crisp and her smile was perfectly polite. I instantly disliked her.

"Mrs Bell has kindly agreed to teach us a bit about the paranormal. You'll have plenty of time to ask questions, but for now, listen up," Miss Kearney said sternly.

The class sat up straighter, looking interested. The paranormal was a big interest amongst the students. Magic was rare in Palioden, and exorcists were both respected and beloved by the people. I wanted to be a mage, when I grew up. (Everyone did, but I was one of the few who had an affinity for it.)

Miss Bell stood to the fore of the whiteboard, brandishing her pointer like a wand. “Children, what do you know of spirits? Not the cute sort you see on television, that is. The real kind.”

A smattering of hands shot up. The nice thing about my class was that most of us were teacher's pets, and that allowed me to slip right past their notice. 

“Spirits are the most powerful sort of twice-dead. They're found in the Celitane Forests, the Syvniko Mountain Range and west Palioden,” Lucia piped up. Lucia was exactly the sort of person I hated, popular and people-pleasing. The feeling was mutual, and she was one of the main proponents of the Anti-Aida-Army (or AAA as I liked to call them).

“Correct!” Miss Bell clapped for her, and I rolled my eyes in disgust. “What an excellent foundation of knowledge you children have! I see my job is already half done,” she added with a wink, and I finally understood why Visitor was scared of exorcists. If they were all so sickly sweet, they could probably melt his eyes out with their friendliness. 

“Now, we've received reports of a spirit haunting this area, so my team sent me to help you all understand spirits and how to deal with them!” That made me sit up a little. Had my parents finally grown a pair and reported Visitor? “Firstly, spirits differ from humans in three major ways; They're translucent to the human eye, they have unusual eye colours and they have sharp teeth. So if you spot someone who covers most of their face and body, and never reveals their teeth, you may have met a spirit. And if that's the case, you need to report it to the police!”

I was incredibly tempted to point out that a great deal of those who covered their entire body were simply doing it in the name of their religion, but the need to not get noticed outweighed my wish to stir up trouble. “Why do we have to tell the police? Are they dangerous?” It was Jack, member of the AAA and possessor of approximately 2 brain cells. 

“Yes, they're very dangerous,” Miss Bell said, her sugary expression hardening. “That's why I'm here, because this isn't a playing matter. Spirits kill people for fun, for their own pleasure, for no reason at all. While one is free, we cannot rest.” I thought that was rather dramatic; Visitor had never harmed a hair on my head, for all his threats. 

“I'm going to ask you an important question now. Which of you has been harbouring a spirit?” Miss Bell smacked the pointer against the teacher's table, and I flinched. “I know one of you did it, and I know which of you did it. Now, own up.”

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[emeraldorchids]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

Thanks for the tag, @catherineflowers29! 🌸

1. How many fics do you have on ao3? 86, though i've orphaned a few over the years, and i never bothered to move my earliest fics from tripod over.

3. What are your top 5 fics by kudos? they're all in the same fandom... (1) Feels Like Home, (2) Infidelity, (3) Good in a Crisis, (4) The Press Pass, (5) Hemorrhage. Honestly surprised that 2 and 5 made the cut.

4. What fandoms do you write for? Currently I'm into Succession (Roman/Gerri). in the past I've written for Hacks (Ava/Deborah), The Sopranos (Tony Soprano/Dr. Melfi), The X-Files (Mulder/Scully), and The Devil Wears Prada (Miranda/Andrea), though the latter will always have a special place in my heart and idk if i can ever stop writing those characters.

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? i try to! i'm always so flattered that someone is actually reading my stuff, let alone taking time out to tell me what they liked (or didn't) about something. i do get in moods where i just turn off the comment emails and let them go through... but right now, i'm on a kick and responding to almost every comment.

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? oooh, i really don't know. how bad is that? i can think of the one with the saddest ending... that would be Wintersong. Maybe Last Night With You is the angstiest? Idk, it's also pretty sad. I'm a happily-ever-after girl and really hate ending on angst.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? oooh this is so much harder to choose. I think there are two that tie for this spot: Regrets Only and The Fault In Ourselves ...both of these are on the list of my own fics i frequently reread (is that weird? if so, don't tell me...) because i just get such feel good vibes from the endings.

8. Do you get hate on fics? not so much. sometimes when i'm new to a fandom and don't have all the fanon bits down yet, i get schooled by some commenters LOL. i've also had to turn on comment moderation for one because someone kept trying to offer constructive criticism but it was SO much that it didn't even fit in one comment (right? did you know there was a max char count?!) and i was just like, hey i write for fun and to relax and rarely edit my own stuff, so no thank you... and then they didn't get the hint, etc. but it wasn't 'hate'

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? umm, yes? all the mirandy stuff is f/f, so there's much more of that, but the roman/gerri stuff yields so many ideas and possibilities, i don't think i'll ever tire of reading and writing that.

10. Do you write crossovers? no, too much to keep track in my brain LOL.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? no, thankfully!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? not to my knowledge!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? sort of! i participated in a pass-the-story thing organized by the folks on the mirandy discord a few years ago, but it was a blind collab... i'm not opposed to actual co-writing though, if anyone wants to hit me up!

14. What's your all-time favorite ship? way too hard to pick. i love roman/gerri for so many reasons. i love miranda/andrea because i've written so much in that space and stretched those characters to their limits. a new season of hacks is coming soon so deb/ava is still evolving which can be good or bad... mulder/scully will always have this annoyingly in love dynamic and there are so so so many episodes and interactions between them to fuel my mind. then tony/jennifer is just so intriguing to me, as a hurt/comfort devotee. :)

15. What's the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? i make it a point to never post WIPs anymore! looking at the 61 files in my drafts/unfinished folder, i think the mirandy story where miranda thinks there's a ghost in the house is the one i'll never be able to finish. i'm just so unhappy with the ending and think i need to split it into two separate stories but that sounds like too much work.

16. What are your writing strengths? dialogue, i think. it comes naturally to me, and i sometimes catch myself writing something that's more like a play and less like a story... then i have to go back and turn stuff into sentences and tell the story a little more. i also really like writing in first person but people are sometimes weird about not wanting to read it.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? oh. yeah. describing things without obviously describing them. like, instead of saying, "she could tell he was nervous," i'll consciously change it to something like, "his foot nervously bounced under the table." dialogue is so much easier!! haha

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in a fic? no thanks. occasionally i'll throw in a few phrases after a lot of google translate and discussions with friends who speak the language... but tbh i studied dead languages, so i'd have better luck including phrases in greek or latin or old english!

19. First fandom you wrote for? the x-files. unfortunately, i don't even have a copy of that anymore... maybe on some old floppy disk somewhere.

20. Favourite fic you've ever written? hands down, Correspondence. It's a story told through letters and nothing more. I put so much work into this and am so proud of how it turned out, how so few words can paint a picture. ranked by comment threads alone, this fic is #2 for me.

tagging any other writers here who want to join in -- @guardianrock, @xvnot15, @scarlet-heels, @quinnheartfiction, @ironicfury, @lilolilyr, @lumossmile, @chilly-flame, @jasfiction36, @theliteraryassassin ❤️ ❤️

[reggiejworkshop]

"Wes Montgomery"

So, Iv'e been listening to a lot of old school, cool jazz as of lately. Kenny Burrell, Gerry Mulligan, and Grant Green to name a few. But especially the late great guitarist, Wes Montgomery. Pretty much most of all fusion and smooth jazz artists of today have this guy to thank.

I decided to do a semi caricature/portrait during two livestreams I did earlier this weekend. And while I think it's far from perfect; don't think I nailed the likeness exactly; I am satisfied with the mood that I wanted to create.

[echo-of-the-eye]

The long as hell timeline of when i got into tma:

My experience with getting into tma was really long and complicated so I got curious about the timeline of how it happened. I'd forgotten a lot of the early stuff but I went through some old texts and stuff so. For no ones enjoyment but my own, a timeline of how I got into tma:

first heard about it from my friend (if you’re reading this, hi:)) sometime in 2020

fun fact, the first audio I heard was brutal pipe murder out of context (followed by the leitner rant)

then started listening sometime late 2021 (I’d reached ep 28 by nov 7th)

listening was going REALLY slow. it was my first time listening to a fiction podcast and I was absorbing NOTHING.

finished s2 january 2022

side note: I did not realize sasha was dead (I had a hard time with voices and it was so long between listening to season 1 and 2 I straight up forgot what happened. also I didn't know about the transcripts and didn't listen to the credits) and at some point my friend asked how far I'd gotten and I said s2. and they said something like "oh so sasha's dead then?" and I was like "what, no. wait sasha DIES?!" they ended up kinda saving it by pretending they'd gotten the season wrong or something so I thought they'd spoiled me for a future event and that it was going to happen soon. I was shocked when I realized she'd been dead the whole time and that my friend did not spoil me, I was just stupid.

don't remember clearly but I think I took a pretty big break at some point

oct-nov 2022 I was interested enough that I made a (pretty bad) short film based on the anglerfish for a school project

think it was somewhere around this time I started getting back into it and trying to listen properly as I reached s3. I went back and relistened a lot so I could keep track of characters and plot (I used the wiki a lot which… yeah I don’t think I really realized it was supposed to be a mystery? I looked up all the fears and stuff before Gerry explained them cause I wanted to understand what was happening. Patience is not my strong suit)

I listened to the s3 finale on a plane in february 2023. (don't think I’d interacted with the fandom, but I’d spoiled tim's death while reading the wiki I think. I didn’t technically know when or how he died, just that he would be dead by the end of the season but with the way things were going I was not surprised)

summer 2023 is when it became a hyperfixsation. I was listening to s4 and I was starting to check in on the fandom, trying (and failing) to avoid spoilers. I started reading fanfiction from the earlier seasons as well

started s5 in september 2023. took a break between s4 and 5 cause I was really dreading it ending. and I took a while to listen through s5 too

when I heard about protocol I realized I needed to finish s5 before it came out. didn't quite manage it. finished s5 after a couple protocol episodes had dropped. so around jan-feb 2024

then I started listening to protocol after ep 10 was out (I needed a break to process s5)

anyway thats it. think it's so fun when people say they binged all of tma in like a few weeks. when I took three years... makes me realize I’m pretty new to the fandom even though it feels like I’ve been here forever. I’m really glad I get to experience protocol live now.

[shivvytheshiv]

ao3 is fucking me up so i’ll post here for the time being. please share with the credits only!!

fandom: hbo succession

ship: roman roy x gerri kellman

themes: it was supposed to be a five times fic but we lower it to three and dont ask questions. precanon + s2 + postcanon. gerri’s practically doing roman character analysis and roman is a slime puppy

It’s 2AM when that happens for the first time — or, at least, that’s how she recalls it an abyss of ten years later. A crazy day filled with Baird’s relatives, hyperactive five graders and “Happy Birthday” pop-tarts was soon to be over, with girls in their beds and Baird hopefully deep in his sleep, and Gerri is cherishing her moment. Any crazy management malfunctions consisting of sleepless nights and Logan throwing laptops at the wall could never stress her out as much as kids birthdays did, but for all she knew she did okay. This one wasn’t a total disaster. Was about time she’d take her mascara off, finish that martini (or what’s left of it), and head to sleep.

Obviously, that’s when the phone rings. How could it not. Gerri takes a long sip and makes up her very own mental kill list, — she will flip Kendall off, she will give Frank a minute to try and talk some sense and flip him off eventually, she will flip Karl off.

”Roman Roy mobile”, her screen confidently says. Gerri likes to think that’s where the problems started.

Roman has always struck her as some twisted middle ground, if that fuckery of a family could ever produce a middle ground. He wasn’t the second Ken, being all over Waystar sniffing cocaine off the executive floor. He wasn’t totally estranged in a different career field (or most literally a field) like Shiv or Connor. Roman was… there, technically. Middle son, various boarding schools, now constantly flying back and forth from California and being a pain in Frank’s ass. Pretty eccentric around the studio. Never missed a corporate retreat. Most information Gerri had on Roman Roy would fit in a nice dry portfolio.

Heavy caged breathing, almost loud enough to disturb the speakers, would not. Sobbing — is he sobbing?

“Gerri. Did they, did I even get the fucking number right? Did they tell you? Are you, like, there yet? You going at all?”

She can physically feel a freezing blow down her spine. He was surely sobbing. Did the old man have a stroke overnight?

“I’m home, Roman. What’s going on?” She tries to balance out the world’s stiffiest question with some softness, too much to her liking, but to no avail.

“Fuck. Fuck! Because I’m dragging my ass all the way from the fucking La-la-land to some hospital, I don’t have the slightest clue where the fuck that’d be, and they didn’t even tell you, and Shiv’s in France for all I know, probably eating a lobster and blowing the cruises dingbat. And dad’s gonna go mental. A great fucking night. They didn’t tell you?”

The shook in his voice is real, and Gerri wishes to believe it’s from the rush: dealing with her own emotions is enough of a challenge, figuring out emotions of a twenty-something nepobaby sounding so broken something sinks down in her ribcage, while knowing so little, is cruel.

“Gerri. Is he, like. Dying?”

Yet, she tries. She puts the glass back on the kitchen sink with a loud, dull noise, she goes for her jacket and the door keys. This fucking job, Gerri thinks. And this fucking family.

“No one is dying, alright? I’ll check on the hospital address and will get back to you. I’ll see you there, Roman.”

*

Surely it was Kendall. Kendall used a bunch and drove his car into an ice cream stand somewhere around Upper Side; smashed the hood, passed out thanks to the airbag and the weight of his own stupidity; the Hosseini kid company didn’t help much. Karolina gets ahold of the situation an hour later, and that’s how Gerri finds out he got away with few broken bones and that the car was apparently Logan’s (a wild and unfortunate combination of factors, if you ask her, but at least Roman’s concerns didn’t live up to be real).

Gerri walks down a hallway and it’s as messy as hospital hallways get: nurses here and there, Shiv’s nervous voice soaking through Karolina’s firm grab (she’s on speakerphone for God knows what reasons), Frank on his phone. She steps into one of the most depressing waiting rooms she’s ever seen and there’s Roman.

Roman is sitting on the floor, head pressed against a couch, eyes closed. An hour isn’t long enough to fall asleep like that, is it? She’s still quiet when sitting down on that very couch. He moves an inch and rests his head against her knee in dead silence.

Not exactly corporate ethics.

“I told you it’s gonna be alright.”

“Yeah, well. He’s one dumb motherfucker.”

The kid’s a mess, after all. Gerri freezes but gives him a moment, — silence, a hand on his forehead, bit of nothing and everything, — and moves out of the picture right before it turns weird.

**

Gerri is reading through an impressive pile of emails when her phone buzzes. And it buzzes some more.

Roman’s been on the trainee programme for three days.

“Roman. What is it?” No deep breaths could help her get through that bullshit, but oh well. Gerri puts him on speaker and tries real hard to concentrate on the legal department’s claims.

“I will literally unalive myself. Not even joking. You have no idea how many rape victims kill themselves per year and this is worse, because that’s mind rape. They have a chainsaw going through my fucking head.”

“You don’t how many rape victims kill themselves per year. How’s that my problem anyway?”

“Yeah, let me think, Professor Fucking Evil. For starters, you sent me.” Roman sounds like he’s about to howl. Gerri hides a smile in her palm and looks around at the office, lights from her lamp playing on glassy walls, her daughters’ framed picture by the computer. Good god, she must look stupid. Nothing about the thing was normal, but Roman Roy had a free pass to everything not-so-normal, and she was genuinely confused at the borders of professionalism and playfulness.

Not unamused though.

“It’s for the better. The outlook back in here is highly positive, Logan’s content, Frank is ecstatic. If I were you I’d strategically choose less whining, more working. Yeah, soldier?”

“Okay, whatever, Herr Gerr. One quality picture would’ve bo-o-o-oosted my work efficiency, just saying.” The line between recent despair in his voice and cat-like audacity is way too blurred.

“Oh, fuck you.”

***

There’s beeps. Some more. Gerri sees him through the matte glass door, back hunched, a red shirt she recognizes from a lifetime before; he doesn’t hang up and stares at the screen. She waits for a split second before hanging up.

Honestly, she’s thankful for not seeing his face.

Gerri thought walking inside is hard but approaching the bar is painful. Roman is gazing at his vodka tonic like there’s some serious answers at the bottom, she breathes in one more and thinks about that nightmare of a company, the work that’s to be done, the way Kendall popped his stitches in that room, the way he stomped all over her twenty five years of work, — not something Gerri would easily forgive, — and the way there’s no saving for these kids. If there was, is it right to drown it in a fucking vodka tonic?

“Hey, rockstar”.

“Hey, molewoman”. A chalk-on-the-board voice. Gerri hesitates for another moment and puts both of her hands over his shoulders.

They stay for a while like that.

[wolfliving]

"Fun Palaces," then and now

In 1961 Joan Littlewood and Cedric Price designed a Fun Palace building – a ‘laboratory of fun’. They imagined a building linked through technology to other spaces, accessible to those who wouldn’t normally go to arts venues or great centres of learning. Joan said, “I do really believe in the community. I really do believe in the genius in every person. And I’ve heard that greatness come out of them, that great thing which is in people.”

The original design said:

“Choose what you want to do – or watch someone else doing it. Learn how to handle tools, paint, babies, machinery, or just listen to your favourite tune. Dance, talk or be lifted up to where you can see how other people make things work. Sit out over space with a drink and tune in to what’s happening elsewhere in the city. Try starting a riot or beginning a painting – or just lie back and stare at the sky.”

Unfortunately that ideal space was never created, although there were a few incarnations of potential Fun Palaces, Joan’s Stratford Fair in 1975 among them. In 2013 we re-imagined Fun Palaces as a space that any of us could create, wherever we live – championing more equitable uses of the under-used buildings and spaces we already have and genuinely community-led. There’s a blog about how our version started here.

This first imagining was simply as a celebration of Joan’s centenary – what we didn’t know in 2013 was how many people would be excited by this idea and how many communities would take it on and make it their own, helping us grow it into a campaign for cultural democracy and the annual Weekend of Celebration it has become – local people sharing skills, creating tiny revolutions of connection.

Stanley Mathews has a great piece about the original Fun Palace design here.

Joan Littlewood, Theatre Director (1914-2002)

Joan was born in South London on 6 October 1914, she died in 2002. At eighteen she won a scholarship to RADA and, having left drama school early, she walked from London to (almost) Manchester to get away from the constraints of 1930s London theatre. In Manchester she met Ewan MacColl. They worked with actors and writers, making dynamic and provocative work. Following political activism during the Spanish Civil War and WW2, the company reformed as Theatre Workshop. In 1946, they were invited by Ruth Pennyman to live and work from Ormesby Hall, which they did for eighteen months. The company toured and worked together, developing the Laban-based movement work and ensemble that became their hallmark. At the end of 1952 the company decided to return to a settled base. MacColl chose to stay in the north, Theatre Workshop moved to Stratford.

The Theatre Royal Stratford East was a dilapidated palace of varieties when Littlewood and her partner Gerry Raffles took it over in January 1953. The company renovated the building and Joan’s great causes – community and political theatre, improvisation, the working class language, the inclusion of children – helped change the face of British theatre.

She had numerous hits, most notably Oh! What A Lovely War, Fings Ain’t What They Used To Be and A Taste of Honey. Her production of Brendan Behan’s The Quare Fellow brought Behan international acclaim. Joan worked with many artists at the start of their careers, people who later became household names including Barbara Windsor, Harry H Corbett, Lionel Bart, Victor Spinelli and Murray Melvin....

[spiralsandeyes]

I loved reading the Magnoliaverse and especially playing with matches, and one thing that I ended up very curious about was more about Michael's backstory in this au? He's one of the characters who shows up a lot and has a lot of backstory vaguely referenced but never gets a perspective to explore that so I was wondering if you'd be down to share what ideas you had for his backstory while you were writing. Thanks in advance!

omg thank you so much for this! :')) answer got long so i'm putting it under a cut <3

it's actually kind of funny that you ask this... playing with matches has always been the heart of magnolia verse to me, and future installments were/are going to focus on the characters in that fic (particularly agnes, oliver, julia and gerry, with some others). most of them have pretty detailed backstories in my mind but michael was one of the ones whose history i've actually thought less about!

i did have a few things in mind - michael had one particularly shitty relationship when he was ~16/17 that he still carries a lot of baggage from. he had crushes before that but never anything he was brave enough to act on, so it was pretty formative for him wrt his expectations for relationships. he was basically being strung along and used by a guy who didn't have strong romantic feelings for michael the way michael did for him. michael also didn't have a lot of friends growing up, or at least not since childhood, so he really wants to be loved (in any capacity, but he's particularly insecure about the romantic). going back and forth with his divorced parents didn't help with this - he stays with his mom most of the time and had to move when he was ~13-14, uprooting most of his life to a different school where he knew no one, and he never really settled in and found friends there. he's also pretty socially anxious and until meeting gerry, hasn't quite figured out how to get out into the world. he's a homebody mostly because he doesn't know how to be anything else (yet), and though he has art school friends, they aren't very close. too much of his impressions of queerness and college life were formed by the internet/popular media and he has a bit of an inferiority complex about it - he's very aware that he doesn't Do Much aside from art and feels like a loser because of it. (this is an unfortunate combo with his body image issues, insecurities about what he can offer in a relationship, and him being very much starstruck by gerry's band, leading to some of the conflict you see in playing with matches). some other random details: he's out to his parents but has a slightly strained relationship with both of them (he's closer with his grandma on his mom's side!), he has severe adhd but i don't think he knows it yet, he's been drawing for basically his whole life but recently focusing on art forms that involve more physical processes because it's good for his mental health (atm it's various forms of sculpture).

but honestly i've thought a lot more about michael's future than his past! at this point i've been telling people for years that magnolia verse is still in progress and feeling more and more guilty when a completed work fails to materialize, but i still can't stand the thought of leaving it as-is and have to believe in my ability to finish one more fic, so... there Will be one more... but probably not anytime soon and it probably won't be gerrymichael centric. so i'll just tell you about the gerrymichael fic i DID have planned lmao.

so: ex altiora goes viral and gets very popular very quickly when they finish school and release a full album. the speed of it is great for their careers and bad for their mental health. agnes and gerry really struggle with it. gerry in particular starts getting a lot of fans which makes him REALLY nervous because he's going stealth, trying to hide from his mom, and just generally not super interested in being a public sex object! this is a little bit Weird for his relationship with michael. he gets pretty (reasonably) paranoid and wants to keep his personal life very private, but michael Does Not Get It and is hurt because he feels like he's being kept a secret. he's also a little bit jealous of the attention, though he won't admit it, and is overall experiencing new depths of insecurity that he will (eventually) Finally get to process because he still thinks of gerry as the Cool One with all the power in the relationship. meanwhile gerry is so anxious and trying to cope with the spotlight of sudden internet fame/irl fame in certain contexts (i.e. shows) and feels like he can't confide in michael about it. the tension in his and julia's friendship is also reaching a breaking point around then and they have a huge fight which leads to them (gasp) speaking honestly about thoughts and feelings they've had for years! but anyway. everything gets sorted out in the end, and michael and gerry end up much happier! michael resolves his issues, gerry comes out to the world, they work out boundaries together, everyone becomes closer :)

[measuringbliss]

Spider-Man Read-Through 024: Shang...ri-La (GSSM 2, ASM 138-140)

MASTERPOST

Today's post features Fu-Manchu, a bromance, purple, a bear (<3) and psychic powers, woohoo!

In our first issue, Spider-Man faces (and then fights with) Shang-Chi, who you may now know from the MCU. Back when I was a kid, I heard of him through Giant-Size Spider-Man #2.

The story begins with Spidey interrupting thievery by men who soon die unexpectedly, just as they start telling our hero about their master (Shang-Chi... or is he?). I feel like that idea of criminals dying as soon as they're about to tell all secrets has already been used recently on the comics but I'm too lazy to look that up. Shang-Chi's the son of Fu Manchu, the actual baddie and a cliché of the West's vision of Asia.

[Sorry, I used Ctrl Z again on Tumblr and it removed like half my text ugh]

The issue's nice, it's an obvious imitation of typical kung-fu movies and it works much better than other SM 100% fighting issues.

Now, onto the main plot...

Here's how ASM 138 opens:

I'm putting those panels for two reasons:

to show Peter is still a handsome motherfucker (affectionate)

to appreciate the continuity! Last ish, Harry did blow up their condo, and there's consequences for that! It's great to see.

Peter calls each one of his acquaintances, but none can house him (not surprising considering how much of an ass he was after Gwen's death), except one... as Peter's last call is for his old frenemy Flash.

AND THUS BEGINS THE FLASH/PETER SHIP'S GOLDEN HOUR. Look at Peter in the third panel, acting like a school girl who just asked her crush out. You go, Pete! Go get him!

Gerry Conway and Ross Andru seemed quite attached to realism. Why not! I do appreciate the purple.

There's an ugly villain with mystical powers just waiting to feed on Peter's aura, but we've got more pressing matters, such as:

Boyfriends!!!

"Slugging", huh...

I'm probably putting too much panels, but this issue is plain gorgeous.

The villain's story is absolutely horrifying, just like the premise of his powers.

I'm sorry, I don't have many observation to give, it's just an interesting issue to me and visually quite gorgeous (purple pants!!!).

Charles S. LeCates thinks that the Jackal is actually Richard, the Kingpin's son. He's apparently the only one who had that thought! That's not a bad theory... but it's incorrect. Oh well! Other theories are: the Jackal isn't a costume and the Jackal is the thief who murdered Uncle Ben. Hmm! Still wrong.

In the opening pages of #139, Peter says it's been "a few months" since Gwen died and "three weeks" since he became Flash's roommate. His life has been pretty hectic!

Unfortunately for me, he's already found a new appartment thanks to Liz when I was fully ready to see some Peter/Flash shenanigans. They were too gay to be featured as roommates for more than a single issue!

The Grizzly suddenly attacks the Daily Bugle, but Jameson's not interested.

(He's still attacked anyway.)

Jameson is saved by Spidey, who ends up following the Grizzly as Peter...

Can I just say how much I love this ending? It's a great moment. A bit silly on Peter's part, but very gloomy. Frightening, actually. My child self was scared of the Jackal's hand jumpscare hahaha. It's very effective! The penultimate page is actually quite liminal.

This is also the end I was left with for at least a decade.

...Well, not exactly. See, I also read those little jewels:

The first one compiles issues 144-151, that is to say, most of our next batch (the OG Clone Saga), so I haven't read issues 140-143, but I still know what happens after that.

The second one, while I'm at it, covers issues 30-35 of ASM Vol. 2 (2001) and thus ends just after Peter reveals his secret identity to a certain somebody... and I still don't know how they react!!!!! Can't wait to get there in, like, ten years.

So we have a final issue in this batch, one that I've never read. What are we waiting for?

You know me, I'm always here to see Peter get manhandled.

Gorgeous gorgeous GORGEOUS colors. Ned's wearing a pink jacket! I love it. I love it so much. Hell yeah!

You can't see it, but I'm slurping deliciously because between the arm & hand p0rn, the whump, and the colors, I really love those panels.

Later, Flash helps Peter move in.

I think I remember her so I'm pretty sure she features in later issues. Hmm, a model... Is Marvel trying to introduce a rival to MJ?

Flash is very interested in her, but she's obviously much more into Peter.

So here's some more arms and colors, because we all deserve it.

Hoping the Jackal was bluffing, Peter tries removing his bracelet... and succeeds with the power of blue flames! I wish he hadn't been able to discard it so quickly, especially considering the Jackal should know Peter's quite smart...

...and also a joker.

Jameson isn't so bad himself. He ruined the Grizzly's wrestling career!

Following those revelations and a few gags, Spidey tracks down the Grizzly and proceeds to strip him.

With the Grizzly neutralized, Spidey assures him that someday, he'll get the Jackal.

OH MY GOD??????? I'M SO HYPED! WHAT THE HELL?!?!?!

Okay, before I close this post, please remember this panel for the next batch:

The Jackal sure looks agile... Who could it be?

[smalife1234]

What made me smile this week?

Monday, 10/7/24 - we've officially made it a week into October let's hope nothing else goes wrong today we go back to school, in the first period we did an assignment where we had to look at our patients and write a whole document about them in a google document thankfully I got that done, then in the second period we worked on a worksheet/review and then we got a handout of an ionic bond worksheet we weren't supposed to work on it til Tuesday, then in the third period we had a substitute and we had a forensic case study where we had a physical package of evidence revolving around 20+ pieces of paper and evidence so it was a lot! We didn't even get anywhere with our crime scene even though we were working the whole time and the whole day, during that process I got called down to Mrs. Roberts and it was weird since I had done nothing bad but I walked in there and my friend Nichole was in there meaning she had called me down and I was the witness witnessing jasper hit Nichole so I had to write down all that I saw and then give her my name and the date so hopefully that will help Nichole stop getting hit by jasper, then in the fourth period, we worked on a few worksheets and heard that we were going to watch a movie! We had a worksheet along with it, but that's ok! We watched a bit of the movie where black and white football players had to be in a dorm room, and let's just say a lot broke out! Then at home, I enjoyed a yummy bowl of ramen, and Luz got a new outfit, woohoo! But we enjoyed our finally chill day and it made me smile!

Tuesday, 10/8/24 - today I woke up around 6:00 Am which is very early and we got to chill in the morning and just causally do songs and workouts like we normally do then in the first period we worked on a presentation that we had on our patents and what their condition was and what our plan of care I think I did pretty well in the aspect of my presentation point but only time will tell! Then I worked on YouTube descriptions! And I had finally gotten all the descriptions for all the videos that I've created DONE!!! I am so happy that I don't have to worry about that anymore. But Willam and Donny still need to work on theirs, lol! Then in the second period, we worked on the Ionic bond worksheet matching puzzle worksheet, and I got it done, but it was so difficult. I actually got it done that class period, and that day, I just submitted the pictures to her late, lol! Then I worked on getting my weekly smiles document for the community to be erased and reset, so it will be all ready for you all on the 13th :)! Before the third period, during lunch, I bought our homecoming tickets that are happening on October 19th!! I'm very excited, and I also have a doctor's appointment on October 14th. Then, in the third period, we worked on that forensic packet again, and we got further than ever and actually solved the crime scene. Then we had to write a final paper on the crime scene and how we figured it out. Thankfully, I had got that done! Just in the nick of time! Then we continued to the fourth period, where we continued watching the movie, and by 3:25, we had gotten done with the paper and the movie! There was one character named Gerry, but his name is pronounced Jerry; he got into a car accident in the movie, and it really explained Luz's story! It was very cool and eye-opening, not the fact that he got injured, but Luz to finally relate to someone! I won't spoil any more for those who haven't watched it. It is a really good movie! And then, when we got home, we got to chill until we made our first batch of Kooliad all by ourselves! And hopefully, the Kooliad turned out good, lol! It was funny while making the Goliad, and then an hour and a half later, we were done with the dishes, and it only took barely 20 or 30 minutes. It was a very quick load! Then we chilled for the rest of the night and stayed up late like till 11! We had a fun day today and were enjoying the luck that we have had these past few days! Today made me smile!

Wednesday, 10/9/24 - today was very busy. In the first period, I worked on a lot of muscles! Since we have a mannequin check tomorrow and will be graded I had to create a pectoris muscle and many more! Ll with clay, let's say I worked till 9:55, just the brink of time, and got it all done so far. If I just get a 90 I, I'll be fine about it because I worked hard, and I'm happy with all the progress I have made! Then for the last 5 minutes, I worked on some descriptions that needed to be done (just two recent videos, not the descriptions I finished on Tuesday!) then in the second period we got a simple worksheet of 42 different ionic compounds and had to name them all I have gotten 20 done by 10:40 Am and we need to turn this in by the end of class today so I need to work on it! After a few 30 minutes lo, I finally got done with the sheet at 11:10. For lunch, I had a yummy salad! And then I chilled for a bit, and then in third, we did a bell ringer all about the activity that we have been doing for the past few days! But someone was just caught with a phone, and Ms. Bressler looked at her very sternly. It scared me for a bit, so that's why Matthew immediately put my phone in my bag, lol. I ain't risking it! (and yes, half of this is being written from my laptop, so if there are any grammatical errors, I apologize!) we are now doing a web quest on crime scene photography! And we're listening to good music! And it is a good song to listen to! What I find funny is that a girl is just vibing to the music and I don’t blame her lol im secretly vibing in my head and my tiny thumb movement. Shortly at 1:20 P.m., I started working on notes, and around 1:40, I got done with those notes! In the fourth period, we worked on an empathy quiz and got a 71! Which I don't believe is a bad empathy score, then we read an article and worked on some papers :) At home, we chilled, and just ate our snacks, and we got a new case of beer! For my wife, obviously, lol, but she enjoyed it, and today was a good day, and it made me smile!

Thursday, 10/10/24 - today I woke up around 5:55 Am even though I went to bed around 11:40 P.m. last night so it was shocking that I woke up that early I got dressed, and Donny and Willam were so tired they slept till 6:20 which is fine but I just played on subway surfers and listened to music then we did a workout then we headed out to the bus stop in which I saw a very gorges sunset! (not pictured) sadly, I never had my camera out, so I decided to admire it instead! Then I installed piano tiles and Donny and Emmie had a blast playing we kept laughing as Donny said oh wait there, there's a middle tile and he immediately bashed his head into the phone it made us all die in laughter and we had a good bus ride as of currently I,m sitting in the first period and we haven't got started on any assignments yet! Shortly after we got started on assignment 1.2.6, Restoring ROM, I worked on it for a few, then played piano tiles and eventually kept getting high scores, and I got free VIP for a day! Yay, that made me smile. Then, in the second period, Mrs. Maunye made a surprise visit with her baby! He was so adorable! And it made me smile so much. Then we did a worksheet and a web quest! Mrs Mauney said that she said she missed us and was proud of us! It made me smile. Then, in the third, we reviewed our notes, and then we did a photography activity where there were 15 pieces of evidence. We had to get 3 different angles and zoom-ins of the different pictures, and we had to put them all in a document. There were over 100 photos of poor connors iPhone! Then we attempted to get them off the computer, which took at least 40 whole minutes, and we didn't get a single picture out.

Friday, 10/11/24 - today is Friday, yay! Meaning there's only one day of college left until the weekends! Today I woke up around 5:30 AM again and William and Donny told me it was way too early so I just fell back asleep around 6:10 AM we woke up and Willam and Donny got dressed first then I got dressed around 7:00 AM because mom was taking a bath and then we done a few workouts and headed on the bus we played some magic tiles I was working on a post that I should be posting Sunday or even today! So get ready! For those on YouTube, you get them a day later and fewer photos. Then, in the first period, I worked on the ROM assignment and got it done! Hooray, I might submit that in a bit, but I can't wait for the weeknds, lol! We'll see how well I do in the second, considering the webquest! But during the second, we got another handout, and I am thankful that I got it finished in the nick of time! Then I had a yummy salad during lunch and then in third, we did another assignments tracker log meaning it just charts our progress and we had to chart over 20 assignments, and then we are now doing a simplified version of the entire picture webquest thing that we did we only get 3 pieces of evidence total which is way easier than what it was in the beginning! So, hopefully, that goes well…Sadly, Connor is not here. I have to do it all myself, but thankfully, it's the shorter version!

Saturday, 10/12/24 - today, I woke up very late, around 8:00 Am! But we got on Subway Surfers and chilled, then we did some dishes, not some. It was a pretty large load! But we got them done in good time! Then we helped Mom outside with her large time travel space machine thing. We talked for a few, and it made us laugh! Then we continued to watch Instagram reels all day! Lol, but we had a good day today. It was just so boring and lazy, lol, that I can't write a bigger entry than this!

Sunday, 10/13/24 - today, I woke up around 5:00 Am, and I've been up since my morning was ok. I had a pretty good night's sleep. It was just my morning was off, but I'm fine as of right now at 5:56 a.m. We then played and hung out on Subway Surfers for most of the day. Our friends were saying so many funny things, and we were dying laughing 😂! We had a blast, and just as I thought, I have an Eye Dr appointment! So I'll have to get my eyes checked! It was so much fun, but today was a good, nice day. It was super chill, and big Donny got a jackpot from mystery boxes, which he hadn't gotten in 5 months! And it's Willam's 8-month anniversary! Congratulations, Willam, you are doing very well!

What made you smile this week?

Img desc #1: shows Emmie smiling brightly at the camera while wearing a white short-sleeved shirt that is patterned she has a yellow bucket hat that says "Smile" There are buildings behind Emmie.

Img desc #2: Emmie is seen at a restaurant while smiling while wearing a green long-sleeved shirt and beige colored pants she has a silver chain around her neck.

Img desc #3: shows Emmie smiling with a group of people. She is wearing a white long-sleeved patterned shirt and a grey jacket over top of her buttoned-up shirt. She is smiling brightly at the camera.

Img desc #4: a very blurry picture of Emmie is shown. She is seen smiling near a black service dog. She is wearing a white short-sleeved shirt and beige-colored shorts. She is wearing white shoes while smiling brightly at the camera.

Img desc #5: a picture of Doc is shown as she's smiling on a lack dock while wearing a white short-sleeved shirt and beige-colored shorts paired with white shoes. She is seen in her electric wheelchair while smiling away from the camera.

Img desc #6: Emmie and Doc are shown in a restaurant while Doc is seen smiling on the left of the image doc is seen in a black long-sleeved shirt and blue jeans her atrophied arms and hands are resting on her lap as she gives the camera a large smile, Emmie seen right of the image is seen smiling while slightly leaning towards doc and towards the camera Emmie is wearing a semi grey long sleeve shirt paired with a silver chain she is seen smiling brightly towards the camera.

Img desc #7: doc is seen in a concert. She is looking towards the bright lights in the photos; the angle is backside as she's turned towards the front in her wheelchair. She is wearing a black long-sleeved shirt and blue jeans. Her atrophied arms are resting on the joystick of her electric wheelchair.

Img Desc #8: Emmie is seen in the same concert doing an elaborate surprised face! Her arms are raised above her head! She is seen looking shocked while wearing a grey long-sleeved shirt and grey chain.

Img desc #9: doc is seen on a river dock her head is suffering whiplash as she drives around doc is wearing a white short-sleeved T-shirt and beige colored shorts along with white shoes is making a surprised face Emmie seen in the back is seen with a pair of Blue swim trunks and a sleeveless beige colored shirt.

Img desc #10: doc and Emmie are seen in a group photo Emmie seen left of the image is seen smiling while wearing a grey long-sleeved shirt and blue jeans paired with a silver chain she is smiling brightly towards the camera, doc seen on the right of the image is seen looking shocked while wearing a black long-sleeved shirt and blue colored jeans.

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Tell us about your journey through The Magnus Archives!

The year, 2020. The month, May. Springtime in Boston, which means that it's already ten million degrees and humid and I, already intimately aware that working on a political campaign means that you're either gonna be making phone calls or entering data (so much fucking data) am using my limited free time, given that Circumstances meant I was in my apartment at all times, to watch shows and whatnot while on break. I finish my rewatch of seasons 1-3 of The Originals (given that they're some of the best television the CW ever put out and seasons 4 and 5 suck ass anyway) and am looking for new content.

Meanwhile, my friend has been listening to The Magnus Archives, mostly just to send me clips of Gerry and Gertrude (makes sense, they were a big RomanGerri during season two of Succession) and, given that this friend already has a track record of getting me to watch shows that they like, I decide, why not? Why not give it a shot? After all, I like supernatural stuff, and I like workplace vibes, and I even heard that there was some boss dude a lot of people like to talk about in various different ways, based on the little amount of content I've seen on Tumblr. So, I listen to one episode, remember that I am a giant scaredy-cat who currently lives alone with all my family across the whole country, and decide not to listen to this show once it got dark out (Anglerfish freaked me out, OK?) . This didn't necessarily last, one because once the time change happens in MA it stays light pretty late, and two, because honestly after the first few episodes the show stopped being scary and I didn't mind listening to it in the nighttime.

So anyway I finished season 1 and 2 in literally one single week. I'm not even kidding. I started the show May 1, got to Elias killing Leitner on May 7. And granted my primary thoughts were mostly "I like Elias" and "season 2 Jon is a fucking nightmare" with a sprinkling of "I wanna know more about the Lukas family" (anyone who knows me knows this isn't a surprise), but I'm still really surprised I was plowing through it that fast. And then i completely stopped listening to it, because the campaign was ramping up in the summer months and it slipped away from me.

It's now January of 2021, I'm living at home with my parents for a couple months before school starts back up and honestly a bit bored out of my skull because my parents' primary residence at the time was in Carmel, CA and my GOD is there nothing to do there except for the aquarium (I love it there but it's true). And I decide to give TMA another shot since the final season is winding down anyway. Plow through the first two seasons again, most thoughts still the same, get to season 3 and start liking it, meet Peter Lukas and decide he's immediately the best character, which is still true, season 4 only reinforces that fact, and then slowly make my way through season 5 because I, uh, did not care for it. Also, true story, I've never actually listened to episode 200, cuz when it came out I was at the salon, so I just read the episode transcript on my phone (it was Fine).

I still work on political campaigns, by the by, and I honestly put on early season TMA when I have to do data entry (getting through season 2 is always a bit of a struggle because I love Jon but my God is he such a fucking nightmare that season, I just wanna shake him). Also, to be completely honest, any time I relisten to season 4, I just skip and skip until I get to the Peter scenes, since again, best character and the only one I really care about in that season.