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Transcript Week 16

Empires Recap Week 16 Video

Intro

Extra extra, read all about it! Welcome to the Empire’s Recap, and today we will be going over the chaos and drama of our (somewhat) respected rulers!

This week mistakes are made, revenge is had, and theres lots to talk about regarding a strange purple LORE rift…

Lizzie

Guess Lizzie can’t ignore the frogs eggs anymore - they’ve hatched! At least now they can gain free citizenship and Lizzie has a good reason to add slime to her economy.

After building her farm after the model of wattles Hermes pays her a visit with berries in their hand! What a good demi-god. But it was all a ruse as Zombie Sausage jumps out of a tree to quote-unquote “scare” her. It didn’t exactly work…

Her new business seems to be blooming since the reason Sausage actually came over was for slime! Word of maw travels fast!

She then builds a “fishing shack” for her fresh new “fishermen” selling slime, with nothing hidden under the trap door, and attempts to advertise the new slime business with cod advertisements in the pathways.

Wait, they’re dying! Oh no! This is a disaster!

An achievement later, Lizzie decided to go on a walk with her frog children. But something sparkling catches her eye, a sort of strange purple portal. Welp! Time to send Gary the explorer.

Let’s hope they return safe and sound…

Joel

And a long-overdue greetings to the Beansfam - that's us, apparently. Joel's not sure about it either.

He's back, and there is much rejoicing, and things to be done. Joel checks on the sales in the toy barn and finds all the Sheriff toys missing; wonder who could've done that?

Joel's been planning a map room for the area, and feels it's time to add layers to Stratos' pathways - who loves layers more than an ex-ogre? An unsubtle call to the loreheads.

Hermes is home again, with another gift from Sausage - a totem of undying. Not like Joel needs that because gods don't die, but it's a nice thought.

He puts a bridge over his bridge, so you can bridge while you bridge, and lines it with a floating garden path.

The map room is yet another sphere, with the massive map taking up the entire floor.

Or at least, it will, once he actually has the maps to put on it. Seems that cartographers need an observatory before they'll move into his village, and Joel obliges.

He has absolutely zero trouble mapping the local area, and with his work done, it's time to play.

And by play, I mean prank. If the sheriff is going to be stealing - which is the MOST inappropriate coming from Mr. The Law - then Joel has to get back at him, no matter how much extra grinding it is.

[JOEL] And this time he's taken it too far, so I'm also going to take it too far.

[NARRATOR] Joel wraps the entirety of Tumble Town in a beautiful and calming blue sky, that just happens to be an exact match of Andy's wallpaper from, yet again, Toy Story.

He takes the time to search Jimmy's things for the missing toys, but doesn't find them. Or steal anything, because he's not a thief, Jimmy.

Satisfied, Joel decides to take a trip over to the Greatbridge - Pixlriff's Emerald Exchange is quite handy for getting the most out of his ores, and it's nice to check in on all the new additions.

Including the strange purple rift in the mountainside. It looks lonely, so Joel tosses in a Sheriff toy; everyone loves those!

Pix

The Greatbridge is getting love this week - let’s check in on its maker!

We begin our meeting with the archaeologist appropriately in the past, in more ways than one! Pixlriffs has found the server's oldest building - Oli's base from back before anyone but him was on the server at all. Something of this much importance belongs in the museum, and so, after taking careful records of every single block placement and chest loot, he packs the entire base into boxes and bundles to be moved to a more preservable location. So THAT'S where Oli's house went!

Back in the present, Pix is lamenting all the plans that keep getting pushed off.

He's just now getting to the second onramp for the Greatbridge, after fiddling with his magic watch to find it under an apparent landslide.

Onramps mean foot traffic, and Pix runs into False stocking the "shop" under her hot air balloon. She's a little skittish around a massive extinct bird, but warms up to Winchester after a quick wing race. Pix proudly shows off the froglight orchard, and trades some of its fruits for desperately desired Mending. Bringing things back from the dead does seem to have some…interesting evolutionary effects.

The time is finally right to pull Oli's “megabase” out of storage and rebuild it in the museum in a place of honor. You don't get a more essential piece of history.

He meticulously recreates every single chest's inventory, with some classic archaeologist commentary on the esoteric arrangements. And some light lampshading of the whole thing.

[PIX] This is probably kind of like stealing which is something that the British museum and other museums across the world have done for ages!

[NARRATOR] A quick check to make sure he's not being lagged out by chickens - since that's going around, apparently - and we get our weekly review of new towers.

Fwhip's made a gorgeous goblin holding a wither rose because of course, but the free pork is nice. Pix tries not to spoil another tower, but since the video went up two hours later, there's no harm, only fowl, in pointing out the parrot.

The glint of purple from the rift catches Pix's eye, and he does the only sensible thing. Throw a bunch of eggs at it.

Hope whatever it leads to likes chickens!

fWhip

fWhip very much does not like chickens. After coming back from his honeymoon and finding a short video on his computer of Scott, Sausage and Gem having invaded his office and declaring retribution, he is wary!

And he is right to be so! He finds thousands of chickens in his base and while killing the handiwork of the prankster, he comes across a chest from the Sheriff declaring he’s been fired!

He goes to the Law Cave to hatch a plan. He can’t be fired, he hasn’t broken any laws! If anything, the Sheriff is the one who has broken the law!

fWhip travels to Tumble Town to make some notes on the law abiding-ness of the sheriff. He’s definitely broke law 1: The sheriff has some truly unsafe working areas! He’s disrespecting himself with that!

fWhip issues Jimmy with a warning to step up his game if he wants to stay the sheriff!

Now time to deal with the chicken problem…

Lizzie might have some foxes for him to borrow.

Turns out, she does! She lets him borrow them and he takes them to the Goblands to join the clean up operation. It’s a bit slow for him though, so he joins in the slaughter with his sword! By the end of the 2 hours, he’s killed over 1,000 chickens and spotted the source!

Someone had hidden chicken spawners in the ceiling of the cavern to shoot eggs down into the Goblands! There were like 15 of those things, whoever did it had been thorough.

To calm down after dealing with the chicken scandal, fWhip decides to join the other empires in building a post on the Greatbridge. He wants to provide food for the masses (mainly pork. …only pork.) and to advertise this he builds a large statue on the bridge of a goblin holding some dripstone and a wither rose!

He acquired some pork and stocks the barrels on the bridge, before doing what he’s known for: building. Back in the Goblands he uses his inspiration from his honeymoon trip to Italy to include some of the building style into the Goblands - he plans a whole new section into the cavern with dirt.

While we’re on the topic of people, he needs more emeralds, his butchers Aren't Enough!

Outside of the lore, it's villager breeder time, he wants 20 more butchers to get as many emeralds as possible when he does the rounds - he has a embassy to keep stocked, after all!

Gobland is truly Loreful, as when he is digging out his expanded trading hall he finds a rare, fertile goblin cavern, perfect for farming and bringing more goblins into Gobland!

He then has to work on the process of converting these villagers into butchers and luring in the assistant minister of economic processes to "prepare" the villagers for goblinification

- he's getting scarily efficient at this!

This hard work pays off though, as emerald production has increased from 3 stacks per cycle to 7 already.

In the small homes, he built earlier in the Italy-inspired housing district, he names residents of three homes, which are to be decorated on livestream for the new empiressona residents!

Also, it has come to his attention that the bard, Oli, is still in DEBT and HASN'T PAID and there is INTEREST!

In his ongoing expansion of the Goblands, he fixes the long-broken cobblestone generator and finds the sheriff's ultimatum… buttttt he can’t be fired so he leaves SOMETHING gold - a pufferfish, not his badge, but they look similar don’t they?

He needs some rocks to build up the rest of the city streets, and so goes digging to use the deep slate for the roads! While rooting around in his storage system for the blocks, he did find a load of copper. This is a great opportunity to provide some gifts for everyone on the server.

He builds a giant tower of copper ore to smelt up in the cavern and when he brings some back out to Pix’s bridge to gift, he meets a dodo and admires the area.

He hears an explosion as he’s walking across the Greatbridge to stock a barrel of copper at his embassy, and sees a weird purple rift. Goblins, however, know not to dig where there’s a clear warning, so he gets the heck outta dodge

Back in the cavern, every Goblin needs a forge, so he builds a lava powered giant forge to build weapons at someday. Anything orange-coloured is fireproof (including fwhip's hair!) which is totally why he can build out of Acacia to redirect the natural lava into the forge. The end build looks beautiful, but the admiration is cut short by the sound of the emergency horn! Lizzie has a situation - Gary has gone missing! Luckily, fWhip has his own equivalent of Gary the greatest explorer to have ever lived in animalia, in Snorts younger brother Sniff, the greatest explorer to have ever lived in the Goblands.

They send him into the rift on a rescue mission, and now all that’s left to do is wait.

Jimmy

Last time wasn’t the last we’ve seen of the bandits - Jimmy went down on a stream to uncover many secrets left by the bandits due to their untimely death

While he was down there, he dug up a treasure chest with many riches, and centre stage was “the sheriffs pull string”. He quickly hides it again and nobody is allowed to talk about it!

No Tumble Town is complete without a saloon, and the sheriff finally gets around to building one! It has been highly requested - quite unfortunate for Oli the local bard and his hatred of taverns and similar businesses. Unfortunately though, it’ll have to be decorated later, as the Law has a meeting.

In Eversea, Joey and Jimmy have a chat, which is a mild way of putting all the threats and innuendos made between them. Jimmy *owns* the gunpowder business, and Joey is encroaching on his profits.

They argue over Jimmy not stocking his shop and over sharing gunpowder, and Joey disrespects him many times! Joey seems to expect the Sheriff to always know what’s going on, but he’s being unreasonable, Jimmy can’t know every crime if he’s not told about them - and Joey never told him!

They go back and forth for quite a while, before finally settling on a deal both can be happy with.

Joey accepts to split the profits between them, selling one stack for 2 diamonds, and Jimmy can have access to the farm. This is a win for the Sheriff - even if he has to clean up the torches in Joeys mob farm.

In Tumble Town there appears to have been a visitor in his ex.

ex deputy, guys, ex deputy.

fWhip declares Jimmy is breaking multiple laws that he himself created, and there will have to be an election if he doesn’t clean up his act!

There can’t be an election! He found the hat and the hat found him! His ex is just bitter that he was fired, he thinks. It was an entirely reasonable firing, and fWhip needs to get over these emotions!

Jimmy goes to the Goblands and leaves a sign reminding fWhip that he has to return his deputy badge. It's not up for debate.

Joey

Joey promises that he's not actually going to be selling parrots out of his parrot shop. He could never part with these cuties! It's a mere aesthetic business.

On the topic of business, it's finally time to Deal with The Sheriff once and for all, before this gunpowder tomfoolery gets really out of hand. And what do you know, the man's already skulking around Eversea!

Their conversation is, to put it lightly, tense. The Sheriff will "let" the pirate keep his farm, if he can take from it to fuel his shop?

Joey is NOT about to be exploitable labor for the Man, no matter how cute that man is. He puts his foot down; why should he respect a Sheriff who can't even find the person who keeps leafing Joey's chest room? Shouldn't he KNOW when crimes are happening?

After the tension nearly breaks out into violence, Jimmy finally listens to reason - if he's using Joey's farm for his shop, Joey gets half the profits. Jimmy's wagon has brand recognition, even if it was previously never stocked, so it's simpler to keep selling it from there. All Joey wants is his fair share!

The deal is settled, and Joey's temper passes. He even reminds Jimmy about their common enemy - not much a god could do against dynamite, is there?

With the Sheriff pacified and the farm un-lit, Joey can finally move onto figuring out his Greatbridge tower. Real estate is limited, but the second spot next to the gate is still free - a pirate's luck!

After another gravel grind - doesn't anyone sell concrete in this place - Joey has the materials he needs. He builds a beautiful parrot, the tallest 'tower' on the whole bridge.

But what to put under it? After about half a second of consideration, the pirate decides to do what he does best: borrow other people's stuff. He fills his space with things stolen from the other towers, as well as a tiny bit of his own empire's wares. He doesn't have a name for it - I suggest Parrot's Pirated Goods.

False

Concerning things are happening over in Cogsmeade. Falsesymmetry goes to bed haunted by the ticking of a repeating clock - tick tock tick tock - and wakes up to several things having happened while she was asleep. Clocks everywhere, and copper aging. Her daily newspap- I mean sign tells her to watch for the wisps.

She acknowledges it and starts building! First building the clock tower to the bridge, then she terraforms the land. She even stocks her shop on the Greatbridge and meets Pix and his Dodo looking for a trade. After getting a delivery of weakness potions to help with the villager operations downstairs, it reminds her of a spot to imprison the creepy pumpkin guy.

So she digs it out, and traps him in a cage, underneath her villagers.

It’s all about the best friends this week with Scott Smajor! His llama besties need a bigger home than the small pen he first put them in!

A llama garden is in the works! He plans out the base of the llama garden with leaves, making a centre point and little hedge arches.

Scott

Before he gets truly into the building though, he gets a call for help from the Sheriff, who has apparently started a raid in Tumble Town.

There’s a weird sacrificial thing in the middle of tumble town too, but I’m sure the sheriff is dealing with it…

They defeat all rounds of the raid, and Scott gets a few totems of undying and an unspecified future IOU. Seems like a win to me!

Back within the much different vibes of Chromia, Scott works on his llama gardens and adds lots of cute decorations! He even has a pond with a fish called Dan.

Train mechanics come in handy when transporting the llamas to their new home, and it’s the biggest train Chromia has ever seen!

A few of Scott’s llama best friends are not in the llama garden, however. Owen the bartender has gotten some pretty negative reviews in the tavern - Scott really needs to send him to some anger management classes or something… - and the 2 llambassadors on the Greatbridge have gotten their names! Crow and Mia, fitting seeing as they are the ambassadors for Chromia.

Sausage

Our favourite Meat boy has been very busy this week! When he drops Hermes off at Stratos, he meets Donkey Jeremy, and sees the statue of Peril. He acknowledges it, with a vague respect, and heads on his way.

On his way back, he stops by the toy barn, where new stock seems to be in. Donkey Jeremy, but in plushy form, sits on the shelves. He purchases 3 and heads on his way home.

He restocks the Sanctuary outpost on the Great Bridge, and is messaged by Jimmy to come put his banner in Jimmy's gazebo. He ends up watching the fWimmy divorce arc live, and finds it wholly entertaining.

Sausage wouldnt be Sausage if he didnt do some building, so he picks a spot for his town hall, and gathers the materials. Then he jumps into a time-lapse, and tells us, yes, he's put empiresonas into the town hall.

He hears horns from the harbor, and greets the new villagers, and accidently falls in. Sausage surfaces, and is greeted by a church and different docks. He enters the ship, and it seems familiar. A chicken by the name of Sir Carlos tells him he needs to go outside to meet Bubbles. He does, and is transported back to his world. It's weirdly nostalgic…

Outro

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June 2007

June 4, 2007

goodbye the longest year of my life.

sometimes i want to blow my head but not in a hottopic kind of way.

i am global warming.

i am toxic.

sometimes i am glad i saved everything for a rainy day.

i am a wish.

i am under your skin.

i love you and life:

separate but never equal.

fuck it.

its all okay.

"Too young to hold on and too old to just break free and run..."

posted by xo at 8:05 PM

June 6, 2007

“its easy to get older not so much wiser”

"pooh"

"yes, piglet"

"nothing, i just wanted to be sure of you"...

posted by xo at 8:40 AM

June 7, 2007

“fuck the palm readers, i love mirror breakers.”

i have an obsession with sitting inside a confessional in church and hearing someone else spill their guts for once.

id almost take an oath for it.

get me out of new york.

this city only gets me up to making bad decisions.

love, the last boy.

posted by xo at 10:40 PM

"the christian in christian dior, damn they dont make them like they used to anymore..."

if i bashed your head in how good would the secrets be that poured out.

posted by xo at 4:00 PM

June 9, 2007

“late night snack”

the light splashes in and out. its almost violent. everything rational inside of me tells me that its the dull white of a voicemail. but my eyes are playing tricks on me. i see it purple textured velvet. the tv is blaring whatever. i can see light is sneaking in the cracks everywhere of this suite. like vermin. take a vote, the eyes have it. there is too much space here. between me and everything else in this room. i wish i had a habit bad or not just to pass the time. just trying to fight the big black sadness.

June 9, 2007

“sic transit itum”

Theres an opposite to deja vu. They call it jamais vu. Its when you meet the same people or visit places, again and again, but each time is the first time. Everybody is s stranger. Nothing is ever familiar.

This isn't learning from my mistakes anymore so much as it is damage control. I might as well be trying to paint a house that's on fire.

Posted by xoat 11:33 PM

June 11, 2007

“counting sheep and you.”

tour life has got my fingers spitting from a pornographed philosophers mind. girls with bruises in designer patterns. too full off the diet pills to be hungry for iceburg lettuce and water lite when it shows up. i trapped you in my head a long time ago. i am a treasure chest filled with trash. two orders: one near tears and one beer tears. just put em on my tab.

dont you dare tell me about true fucking love. i spit and punched and blood for it. and now i want to sleep inside of it.

June 12, 2007

“cantsleepcantsleepcantsleep”

dont you feel bad for the suicidal cat thats stuck with 9 lives.

my head only goes from zero to rage.

like a domesticated animal giving into instinct.

carved our names into a tree

and i dont care that i saw it first in some movie.

i think ill always go back and see if it sticks.

i feel like the santa maria. like i got there just after the discovery.

heads like this are gonna go extinct.

posted by xo at 5:53 AM

June 14, 2007

“lullabye.”

everybody is dropping like flies.

the truth is i am a slave to my head and my thoughts, not the other way around.

i am the hand up the skirt of this moment. over underwear, under pants.

under medicated. underwhelmed.

me and you in a not so private corner.

duke it out with our lips and teeth.

ill find the love if its there between your cavities.

dust it off.

its a cold hard ride back from where ive been.

what ive seen.

and what ive done.

or how ive come undone.

apples that make your teeth bleed

love that makes my heart coma-

keep careful count of your tears in that corner-

the market is shit.

they arent going for what they used to.

keep em in a jar-

bury them in a wine cellar.

so you can remember when you felt like just a madman.

im a trust junkie.

i need a fix.

i have so much i want to say. none of it is eloquent or poetic- referencing change and belief- lies and betrayal. how sometimes this ride doesnt feel fun anymore, when the press is controlling it. i will post when i have formulated all of the thoughts. i am tired of constantly defending this, its enough to defend it to the world- but to defend it to believers has drained me. i am only human, a kind of lousy one at that. i am 1/4 of this thing that has felt magical to me for so long. i dont want to lose it. i hope this makes some sense.

i hope i am a boomerang on its way back not some stone sinking in the sea.

thank you to everyone who has stood beside this and me- in both the light and the dark. it means more than a handshake or hug or song,,,

on a good note. the video felt genuinely fun to make. so thank you for taking part in it. the smiles are real.

goodnight.

posted by xo at 11:49 PM

June 17, 2007

“i may be just a dime store prophet. but youre a dollar store whore.”

so i guess i am on the up. thunder on runways cant even kill the boredom. the tips of my fingers bruised from the letters on the typewriter. but if feels so much more final than this. and that is why i love it. and i said the last time i was put in handcuffs it was over a can of spraypaint. she said 'someday i want to spraypaint with you". and that is why i love her. in a backyard, lying on the couch on a sunday kind of way. one that is not explained or thought out. but runs up the back of your legs to the back of your head and crashes out of my mouth whenever you show up. what keeps your head together when you feel the tilt and spin of the world. what keeps those club jaws grinding in between the trips to the bathroom. the best week never. theyre taking stabs at me while im leaning and yawning, but sometimes YOU get through. pinpricks become blackholes and i feel my moods pulled into them. whats up with my obsession with your obsessions. been writing so much lately the paper is starting to add up. theres a part of me that wants to take a match to it sometimes late at night- the same part inside that cant walk next to balconies for fear that i am going to jump off of them.

i can make a mess of anything. but its strange to say when a stranger can bring you peace. you just swaying in the heat of the meet and greet. a face and a voice i dont know. just a tap on the shoulder and a "keep your chin up" from you. but there was a kindness there that brought me back. thank you.

June 19, 2007

so obvious but: i fucking hate this sugar free low carb diet world. i want the wild fucking west. i want love in handcuffs. i want more scars. i dont want this fucking future. meth bake sales to lower global warming. sweat shop work to burn calories. i hope this ship burns before it sinks. i hope this planes air goes bad before it crashes. i dont want this to be an affair anymore, i want to walk down the aisle with catastrophe. lets go to hell just for the weekend. your happiness is making me miserable. waste the time of my life. and if that mocking bird wont sing, im gonna buy you a diamond ring.

i only feel in love on the stage and on the side of a pillow. everything in between just makes me wish myself to pieces. please dont put me back together, keep me in a box under your bed.

June 20, 2007

i hate explaining my own interpretations to people. id rather you come up with your own- but this one seems to be pretty glaring....

there is a distinct difference between the idea "seasons change, but people dont" and the idea "everyone changes". this difference is simply the connotations of the two. in the former: the idea is brought forth that there are certain parts of you that are inherently there. forever. whether they are a part of your DNA or how you were raised- they are so deep and solidly rooted they cannot change. to me these are your ideals, your morality, your internal monologue. they remain constant though are defined differently as your mind and heart mature. to simplify, people who are kind have something switched on within them that will not change. on the other extreme malicious people will always be malicious. not to say there isnt gray area between the two- where someone who is kind can act maliciously and vice versa. obviously there are more rare examples where something can impact someone in such a tremendous way that it will cause a deep change in them. these remain constant through celebrity, through tragedy, through happiness, through loss. i can feel certain things in myself and ways that i know i will always feel- no matter what else changes around me. if you read my actual diary entries from when i was 14 to now, while the language and subject matter has changed- and hopefully has gotten a bit better. my subconscious impacting me and my decisions seems to remain faithful. however, what was meant by the latter "everyone changes, i used to be tiny", is the idea of growing up. honestly, i am not who i was a year ago or 5 years ago or 10 years ago. i think i would hate myself if i never changed. this is an experiment more than anything. if new cultures, people, and art didnt impact me and change me than this would be fraudulent. we expect any of our fans who have been with us from the beginning have grown and changed. i hope most of these changes are for the better, though i know i am human and make mistakes. sometimes i turn right when i should have turned left. but anything you loved or hated about me from the beginning have not changed- these are the things that make us each different from each other and either magnetize or polarize from others.

June 22, 2007

“the AMERICAN dayDREAMer - die-a-tribe”

when they rip the tickets i hope im on the ride with you. sleepless in seattle and pretty much everywhere else- wont bore you with the details, but actually i probably will. you dont have to be a train to come off track. dont have to have feathers to flee the coop. i dont gotta tell you about my adventures, i keep them in my head and forget them and remember them every once in awhile. i watch them on projector screens while you are talking about your magazine or countdown. were flypaper baby- but nothings sticks. molded from teflon and porcelain. doesnt take much shining around for you to want to get back under that rock you crawled out from. i found a point when i was searching for pointlessness. i found a love when i was looking for madness. gonna save your sweat for when we get to heaven. autocratic hearts and throats- tongues loving on the skin and words- listening too carefully and robbing them of their beauty. you only think im blooming when im wilting on the outside. dying to be dearly forgotten, not wrongly remembered. florescent yellow in the toilet bowl. i love holding strangers hands, pulses matching, beating just off the p.a. speakers. you dont have to sell me on how this isnt real, cause my guts are whats in deep not my head or my heart. sometimes i get the feeling when i walk into a room like im in some movie from the forties where ive been shipwrecked and marooned on a desert island, only to return to a life that is no longer mine. or maybe just a raft adrift, except i slept through the s.o.s. calls. the caveman frozen in ice analogy works as well, only i am too lazy to transcribe it. im projecting. im bobbing and weaving. im deflecting. only cos i want to mean more than all of this. i lost it at woodrow and nichols, brakes ground to my teeth. just a kid strung out on neon lights

June 26, 2007

dear man in the mirror: get over yourself.

i love it when people wonder how its gonna end.

my right hand is fucked.

boxers fracture im pretty sure and a cut down the front that we super glue every night.

if i shake you yr hand with my left thats why.

im clumsy-

with both actions and words.

what happens in vegas stay in vegas except for when brendon hit me with a bowling ball.

deaths just the other bookend on this thing, so who cares.

posted by xo at 12:28 AM

June 28, 2007

The world is your oyster, what does that mean? That I'm just grinding sand waiting to be sucked down by box dye blondes and chased with hynotik. .... dumb-luck, but there's no such thing as smart luck. Think It got us kicked out of vegas. Happy as a clam but how happy can clams be? Dreaming of being steamed or robbed of their only worldly possession, pearls, sounds like a total soccer mom fantasy- only with upscale spas and mugger fantasies. I am a starfish waiting to regenerate a point. Till then, I am kind of pointless. I got a bad rap for not caring but I still pay taxes and wear my seat-belt in back seats- though I'm considering changes. I am a fixer-upper. Feeling the buzz but too far off the hive for any of the other bees to get it. And man I gotta tell you, the years are like friends in your old hometown. They stop being so friendly. They only want to reminisce. And no matter what they keep moving and changing you whether you want them to or not. The doctor says I need to stop talking with my fist and do more talking with my mouth. I told him I was never too great at that either- that it was usually my mouths talking that had to get my fist involved in the conversation. He said well then I had better start throwing a good left or hope I can play bass one handed. Neither seems too reasonable right now. Thinking maybe I should just stop all together. I order every movie in hotel rooms just so I don't feel alone. Its a very home alone moment for me, you know without the holiday music and cute culkin looks, but I'm hoping you are catching my drift anyway. Yes, for those who wonder there are other journals online. Sometimes I kind of leave bread-crumbs to get home to them for you. Sometimes I just space out. I also have a pen and paper diary and some letters and what not that I have been typing on my typewriter. I've been working on other visual art too, nothing I like well enough to show anyone. Its more for my own piece of mind. Drive, fuck, and sleep safe. I'd like to know that you awaken in the morning with out a headache or blurry eyes. Love is in the air, just get ourselves the right equipment to grab it. Its like moths headed for the brightest light, which aint me. But I'm ready to sweat and run and get there. And just cause you got a scar on your wrist or a charcoal stomach, were supposed to get eachother? Cause I don't really even get me. I'm too busy calling everyone else crazy- in these late slurred debates on how everyone else is not exactly like us- to worry about you calling me crazy. Tho all the other rhymes for crazy work on me lazy, hazy, etc.

someone has some great pictures of this past week. if i find any, ill post some.

June 28, 2007

from pete's friends or enemies blog

June 28, 2007

“the pretend”

i never really appreciate the compliments people give me. i feel like people say them because they feel like they have to- "youre hot"- except in my head i dont see myself that way so it doesnt mean a thing. "you played great tonight"- except i probably didnt because its not really my thing. "i love your words"- except they only make sense to me out of patricks mouth. "i love you"- but you wouldnt if you knew me. and so on.

but the other day my friend told me: "you have an incredible sense of the pretend". and it made me shake. just in the way that its all i believe. i dont care too much for the ins and outs of the world we are inside. i like the one in my head far better. it is not chronological or pragmatic. but it meant alot to me.

as did this...

so i cant fully remember writing this entry. that is because my brain is scattered and resets all of the time. the only thing i save room for are faces and memories. maybe it is a collection of entries. but apparantly someone cared enough to remember or patch together an entry from a year ago... so thank you (i think they made little changes or additions here and there). its funny because i am in vancouver all over again, it rings so much more true now.

"and like florence nightingale and nurses through history. we fall in love with those were protecting and curing. we dream big and then wake up everyday and hunch over computer screens. and everytime we let our fingers go it amounts to a little more than the worlds smallest violin paying just for you. here i am half asleep between vancouver and salt lake city. can't remember the last time i had a conversation with you that wasn't from between the dotted lines of the highway. i don't want sheep or parrots. i feel like we have a vested interest in each other. it's love of sorts. you were there in the beginning, you've stuck around when everyone else climbed aboard, i hope you're there when it's gone. for all the times we've come off course, you have always served as a compass. steady. unforgiving. at times hard to find. but you were always there. this probablly isn't worth your time to read. but as long as you do we'll keep playing small, secret shows. we'll keep writing this. we'll keep ignoring what they say. this is we- everyone- the haters, the newbies, the so, the ckk, ock. a collective [[sigh of relief]]. everyone always asks what's the cure of growing up? this is it. it's you. the smiling faces screaming and 'doging' security in the front row. the kid that waits outside after the show until their hands are blue just to say hi. don't ever let me fucking forget it. we don't deserve this. but now that we got it. we will do our best to keep it like a kiss in the corner of our mouths. for our heads to your speakers, to your ears, to your mouths, to you, your fingers, to us, to our mistakes, to our heads and back. the new songs are coming. what if for one moment we became everyone we dreamed we could be? there is a buzzing from outside of this darkened room. as though if i walked down the hallway past their sleeping faces, red in the warmth of the afternoon. i would walk into the first day of my life. light gleaming off the windshield- like the wizard of oz after the color washes over everything. like i could start all over again- only with the same faces that are imprinted on my heart forever. and my same bed. and dogs. and ex- loves. and friends. save your troubles for another day, they wern't at the end of the hallway. baby boy, you're too busy writing tragedy to notice. we're shaping up to do big things. and you're nothing special. except.. what if you are? "

posted by xo at 8:01 PM

June 29, 2007

as did this...

June 30, 2007

I have a new girlfriend

The iphone.

posted by xo at 4:46 PM

#fall out boy #pete wentz #livejournal

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thesolotomyhan · 3 years

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joining the dea and javier peña falling for you would include

a/n: first javier request and my soft clown ass did her best to bring this request justice for you corazoncitos,, wow anyways pls love me either way if this is actual garbage

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ok so when i thought about this- my mind went straight to a slow b u r n relationship :))

because all i can think about is him not even realizing the moment where you- the very person hes been trying to avoid since day one- holds his entire heart in your hands

like him coming to the point where he notices hes so deep in love with you the very second he stared at you a little longer than usual,,

not paying attention to what you said even though he was staring straight at your lips-

and hes just over here like “fuck me,, this cant be happening-”

i laugh because i know he would start to get all nervous around you,,

his tie feeling like its choking him when he tries to talk to you, becoming tongue tied,, when he had literally zero problems before talking with you-

his palms sweating and getting so frustrated with himself,, especially when he looks over at you when you laugh at something steve or horacio said to you-

just wanting you to be laughing at something he said instead-

just the literal exact opposite feelings hes been trying to push away and convince himself he doesnt have has him beyond done with himself at this point because he knows theres no way out of this-

because?? since when the fuck ever did the javier pena start getting nervous around trying to talk to a woman and much less the person that hes supposed to be working with,, thats what pisses him off-

and i would imagine him having this closed off connection with you since the first step you took in the office

because i have this thought in my head where javier wouldnt have liked the news of you joining the dea in colombia when he first heard about it

bc theres already so much stress going on from trying to catch escobar,,

and hes not about to have to train and catch your rookie ass up to them ya feel?

but woW does he realize he has it all fucking backwards about you when steve introduces you to javi when you get there-

like im not going to lie,, i can feel it in my bones that javier wouldnt really care when both you and steve are standing in front of him

i can just imagine him just glancing up,, looking you over once and just brushing you off,,

just giving you a short hello with like a forced smile and getting up,, grazing past you two-

and steves over here rolling his eyes like “dont listen to him, he can be an asshole,, but youll get used to it-”

i dont know- i get the feeling that you and steve would get along well since the start,, like the two of you becoming best friends:)

because he knows what its like to be in a different country and even more, what its like to be the rookie

so hes just having you always stick with him all the time,, being dea buddies :)) wow

but also having a good relationship with carrillo because i just know he would see something in you-

youre not the one to be a goody-two shoes like steve in the beginning and just by hanging around with you for 5 minutes,, he already loves you and is always with you on missions,,

like you becoming one of the people he trusts the most in the group :)

just- you befriending the whole office to the point everyone would come to you for literally anything-

i laugh imagining javiers amargado ass always being annoyed af by that,, because weve seen this man stress tf over escobar and bernas bs hes always pulling-

and hes just trying to be serious for once and not have this whole case drag on any longer than it has to the point where people dont come to him anymore-

but listen- i can see you having this attitude with him all the time,, like challenging him everytime you interact with him,,

literally not giving 2 shits if he listens to you,, just getting under his skin and steves over here already on your side no matter what-

i cant- imagining him giving you an attitude back,, pushing you away and sending you with murphy but

:(( even tho he wont ever admit it then,, :( he lives for bantering with you because those would come to be the highlights of his day :((

like in those moments he slowly starts to realize unconsciously he doesnt hate you at all,, he just doesnt know how to handle these feelings he has for you because he gives me vibes of him never settling down-

but here he fucking is,, not even noticing that hes constantly looking at you,, sitting up straight when he sees you start to walk over to him :(

or like him muttering to himself,, trying to convince his mind that he doesnt and shouldnt see you in a romantic way-

but he just can’t help stop thinking about you,, the way you smiled at him that morning or that you chose to sit by him during a meeting-

i dont know- im just emotional at the thought of him being so hopelessly in love with you,, like not even fighting it anymore because he cant

just him slowly coming around to being near you all the time,, and maybe just checking up on you,,

i CRY at thought of him becoming your number one hype man :((

like him yelling at everyone to shut up and listen to you when you have something to say about information-

the both of you smiling to each other,, like him nodding in your direction because he has your back :)) wow i aM SOFT

im fucking sorry but the way he has literal HEART EYES watching you talk in front of everyone,,

not even paying attention to what youre saying just focusing on the way hes never noticed the little details about you- i

this bitch is literally in a haze,, focusing all of his attention on you,,

like he doesnt even notice when steve looks over at him and back to you,, smile on his face when he realizes what javis thinking about-

i cant- and him elbowing javiers side when you finish talking because hes not even moving from his spot,, still too embobado watching you like

“you fucking like her dont you?”-

:((HOLD ON?? - I SOB at the thought of steve being the wingman because he just wants the best for both of his friends,,,

he makes it his fucking mission to get you two together- :((

like im imagining him being the type to give you a note or something from carrillo or messina-

telling you to pass it on to javier even tho he’s literally like 4 feet away from you both lol

like hes just trying to push you two to spend more time together as much as possible-

woW because can you imagine you giving javier these smALL HEART EYES AS YOU WALK UP TO HIM,,

the two of you being stuck to the floor when youre giving him the note,, both of you waiting for the other to make a move first,,

neither of you being able to get 2 words out to eachother even though you both would banter with each other before but now?? its a difference feel

and all the while steve is over here next to carrillo,, the both of them betting which of you two is going to do something first lmao

god im sorry but im :(( imagining you giving him a small smile and walking away buT javiers not even looking at the note because hes over here standing there,, not moving a single muscle,, just watchinG YOU LEAVE WITH THE BIGGEST HEART EYES WHEN YOURE NOT LOOKING AT HIM ANYMORE- :(((

oh my god, wow can you imagine steve getting connie in on this because hes just so done waiting and watching you both fucking struggle to get 4 words out to eachother- so much p i n n i n g

so like the two of them would definitely do this double date just to get the two of you together outside of work :))

but:) they would skip :)) halfway through the date or just not show up at all :)))

and have you and javier go on :)the date alone :)) so its just the two of you :) WOW

listen i dont make the rules but you and javier definitely walk in the next day together,, holding fucking hands perhaps?? im- i need to go sob

#narcos imagine #narcos imagines #javier peña x reader #javier pena x reader #narcos #javier peña #javier pena

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zabrakghoul · 2 years

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Tell me everything about Ori'lanya pretty please

thank you :D okay so theres not much elaboration to be done on her backstory but there's lots to be done on her personality ori barely had any time to be exposed to 'normal' life, being taken from her family when she was about a year old. this kinda resulted in her being pretty much a goody-two-shoes in regards to the jedi code because she had zero memorable exposure to anything else. she saw no reason to question it--the only agents of socialization she got consisted of jedi and that structured environment. (for the record i'm pro-jedi but i am a sociology nerd and wanted to explore re-socialization in a character lmao) thus her personality is rather innocent and unknowing when it comes to external folkways/mores, and honestly it's the biggest reason i love her dynamic with pretty much the whole knight crew. she learns that the norms within the jedi and the norms within the greater galaxy are WILDLY different. this starts to influence her. once she starts re-socializing herself to actually Function in a different society, she starts to kinda stretch the jedi code like it's silly putty. she realizes she does not actually have to abide by a pre-set code, and wow she can have attachments if she actually wants them? she's not a dark jedi in the sense of morals--she doesn't fall to the dark side in that regard necessarily--but she doesn't go out of her way to follow the code to the letter anymore. cuts corners a bit. starts forming deeper relationships, attachments. realizes she doesn't have to be serene All The Time and tells doc to leave her alone. by the finale of the class story she's a new person--still a jedi, but not the perfect jedi she started out as. this sort of re-socialization aspect gets interesting in relation to my other ocs--especially in regards to my warrior. mesvua is similarly considered incorrect/improper by the sith--too light and too humble. they meet on lehon/rakata prime during the whole revanite business although they do not become friends until kotfe. the two of them learn from each other, fight alongside one another, kind of a platonic battle couple dynamic now that i think about it this was really fun to type down! thank you for the ask <3 here's an image of her bc i love her

#vale receives asks #vale oc: ori'lanya #mutuals my platonically beloveds

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daaziscoolbesties · 3 years

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[REPOST] MY 2K WORD COMMENTARY/ANALYSIS OF RANBOO’S LORE STREAM

‼️‼️This post contains lore spoilers from Ranboo’s 4/23 stream, “The Enderwalk Saga. Chapter 1: The Lessons”. If you haven’t seen that stream don’t read ahead unless you want spoilers‼️‼️

disclaimer: this isnt really an analysis as much as a bunch of commentary and half-baked theories.

-on the way to the mansion he was sort of talking to himself saying stuff like "i'm good i'm good" which m a y be a normal thing but also maybe it's not and it flew over our heads cause he talks to chats and donos like that so often

-again, this one may just be a normal thing but when he was climbing up the stairs in the mansion looking for foolish, he repeats some of his words like down to the exact same tone of voice and everything. 12:42, "this mansion is way too big actually. this mansion is way too big actually." (why the repeated actually? seems odd to me but again it might just be a normal thing that i haven't picked up on). (right after) "okay okay lemme find him lemme find him" again repeated words in the e x a c t same tone.

-does everyone know about ranboo's silk touch hands ability thing? or was that just a techno and ranboo main character moment. bc if it was, how would foolish know that ranboo could pick up the full cake after it'd been partially eaten. unless everyone on the sever knows about that in which case this means nothing. but if they d o n t know... how would foolish know? ranboo wrote about it in the do not read book so maybe if it's not a publicly known thing maybe foolish got his hands on the book and read it??

-14:53-ish, they're talking about the war room and how it was for tubbo or whatever and ranboo says, and i quote "he prepares for lore but he's never gonna do it." now funny thing is at first i couldn't tell if he said "war" like in reference to the war room or "lore". but after playing the clip over and over i can say with ALMOST 100% certainty that he said lore. there is a definite L sound at the beginning of the word. which either means a) this was a slip up (doubtful bc he said later that there were no mistakes), b) he broke the fourth wall because they were supposed to be rping at that point, or c) i'm completely wrong and he said "war" which leads down an entire other road of possibilities

-15:17 "are you a book reader?" "*checks inventory for do not read book* uh yeah i'd say i'm a book reader-" dunno how i didn't catch this the first time I HATE THAT DAMN BOOK

-15:18 there's blue in his hotbar. where did he get the blue.

-16:40 "it's like a metaphor- i have two minds: i have my normal self, my normal little shift-dancing self, and then the builder one. the builder one is demanding. it's a very demanding mind." ranboo then lets out a weird sigh after this. i feel like what foolish was talking about was an indirect(?) parallel to ranboo in and out of enderwalk, there's how he normally is, trying to do best for others, and then there's enderwalk, meeting up with bad guys and "demanding" things (its very late as i write this i really don't know what i'm talking about)

-17:11 "you have your panic closet" i'm sorry his what now 😀 no but seriously how the hell did i miss some of these

-18:04 "you're asking me if i remember?" very funny ranboo thank you for making jokes in these trying times

-18:25 WHY DID HE GET OUT THE AXE WHEN STARING AT THE BEE

-19:38 why did foolish hold the grass block- most of these observations probably mean nothing but- h u h - is that- i'm too tired for this

-19:54 "i never properly thanked you for the deal you made with me" so foolish got something out of this deal, we're not sure if ranboo did. "the green cardboard box" again do you mean dream's house- but seriously the only people i can think of on the server that are associated with green are dream and sam. and i have no idea what cardboard box could be referring to. foolish got a lime colored shulker from drista

-20:30 "we're supposed to only talk about it at a certain location" hmm now where would that be? panic room maybe? cause like usually after doing a big thing in the enderwalk state ranboo wakes up in the panic room so maybe? the deal was that they only talk about it in his house

-21:52 how does ranboo receive(?) the lessons? like are they whispered to him in his mind or is he seeing them as words in front of him like we see? hmm

-"Lesson 14: If you have the opportunity to gain a favor, take it." "gain a favor" don't you usually ask people for favors though? how does one "gain a favor"? anyways i'm pretty sure lesson 14 has to do with the deal foolish was talking about. (the deal explained because i now have info: at some point a bit ago foolish met up with ranboo and asked to make a deal, he'd gotten a shulker box from drista. the deal was that ranboo would have ownership of the box, it would be under his name but foolish rents/borrows it indefinitely. ranboo negotiated that if he took ownership of the box he would get a "war favor" from foolish where if something happens that creates sides, ranboo can ask him a favor that could change his side. but why would foolish want ranboo to have ownership of the shulker you may ask? well i have an answer for you. a theory actually but still. basically since drista technically isn't supposed to give out shit on the server if someone where to have that stuff then they may get in trouble. foolish wants to be able to use the shulker but if it gets found he doesn't want to get in trouble, so he can blame it on ranboo seeing as it's under his name.)

-22:16-ish "i still have this from when you *can't understand whats said here*" well i guess that sort of explains why he had the grass block? idk man (info update: he had the grass block from when ranboo threw it at him telling him to calm down like what ghostbur does with blue)

-31:35 "i figured out how to cause it" how to cause the enderwalk state

-38:30 "ninety three lessons" I STILL DONT KNOW WHY HE KEPT SAYING NINETY THREE AND NOT NINETY FOUR AND ITS DRIVING ME CRAZY LMAO

-39:01 "it's all for the greater good" okay well when are you gonna start thinking about yourself and not everyone else for once huh. self care bitch.

-40:31 he started holding the axe when he was looking at sam- gonna say it i really don't like that axe ahahah- WAIT A DAMN MINUTE THE AXE IS NAMED "axe of ender" I DONT LIKE THAT I DONT LIKE THAT AT ALL

-41:53 is there something?? physically keeping him from telling sam??? or maybe it's sort of like his enderwalk state taking control to make him shut the fuck up??? so many questions and approximately zero answers

-43:18 ranboo raising his voice legitimately scares me 😀👍

-"Lesson 27: Do not reminisce on what you have lost for it will weigh you down." showed up when he was thinking about and REMINISCING about the community house 👀👀

-"Lesson 53: Never fully trust anyone." showed up literally after he said that he thinks he can trust the other people on the server enough to tell them about what he did

-"Lesson 67: Leave no evidence of what you have helped with." this is different from the others because there doesn't seem to be at least a semi-direct connection to it? unless maybe at the time ranboo was near something he may have "helped with"? not sure about this one

-"Lesson 94: DO NOT LET THEM KNOW WHAT YOU HAVE DONE" yeah yeah i get it i get it he's fucked up some shit in enderwalk i don't feel like analyzing this thanks

-OH OH NOTICE HOW HE SAYS "REMEMBERING" WHEN THE LESSONS SHOW UP. IMPLYING THAT THIS ISNT A NEW THING, ITS HAPPENED BEFORE AND NOW HES REMEMBERING IT. MAYBE HE WROTE DOWN THE LESSONS WHEN HE WAS IN ENDERWALK AND NOW THAT HES BEEN EXPERIMENTING ITS BEEN EASIER FOR HIM TO REMEMBER THOSE ENDERWALK MEMORIES

-okokok the experiments are that he's been e x p e r i m e n t i n g on how to purposefully induce the enderwalk state. and we know now that it wasn't from the pain of the water because on the stream afterwords he said that it's caused by the intense fear of something happening. and so the "side effects" of the experiments is that since he's in enderwalk more often(?) he starts remembering more things from it

-OH MY GOD WAIT "there is a reason sam, there's so many reasons, theres ninety three of them" (44:47) WHAT IF EVERY LESSON IS TIED TO A QUOTE UNQUOTE "reason" THAT RANBOO THINKS HES A BAD PERSON/NEEDS TO BE LOCKED UP BUT HE SAYS NINETY THREE INSTEAD OF NINETY FOUR BECAUSE THE NINETY FOURTH LESSON DOESNT HAVE A REASON YET/HE DOESNT REMEMBER IT HAVING A REASON

-dude honestly the whole sam part hurts so much this man is scarily good at acting

-46:46 "i cant put you in the prison you wouldn't be able to see michael anymore" bestie that's the point he doesn't want to accidentally hurt michael or tubbo in the enderwalk state—

-okay but there's no way that sam couldn't tell that ranboo was at least TRYING to confess to something- i feel like he definitely knows more than he's letting on because usually like when people do bad shit or admit to doing bad shit he's like in Prison Guard Mode™️ (he literally cut off ponk's arm because he stole some keycards or something) and whatever and idk what he knows but he definitely knows something and is trying to protect ranboo. or he's trying to manipulate him or smth either one works—

-50:38 "you are a good person" "i am?" you can hear my heart shatter. "yes you are" "i don't think so sam" "i do, even if you don't" "i really don't think so" and there it goes again

-51:25 hello badboyhalo i see you to the left of ranboo

-52:44 "but then my curiosity got the best of me" curiosity killed the cat, bitch

-52:54 "there's ninety three, ninety four, ninety- theres so many reasons!" SEE!! NOT ONLY ARE THERE THAT MANY LESSONS THERE ARE REASONS THAT CORRESPOND IM S O SMART—

-52:56 "i don't want to remember anymore!" *quietly brings forth my theory that when ranboo loses a canon life his memory gets wiped*

-53:13 "ive opened pandora's box" isn't the prison?? literally called pandora's VAULT??? so this m a y be a stretch but i'm thinking that maybe this could be taken in the literal sense that he "opened" the prison and let dream out (the sirens at the end of quackity's stream confirm that dream is indeed out)

-53:42 mans just straight up walked through a ghost i—

-55:37 so are we just gonna ignore the eleventh page of the book? "he's alive, but hopefully soon dream won't be"??? alright nevermind it's most likely bc when tommy came back he recruited ranboo in his plan to kill dream

-55:47 notice how he writes "what am i?" as opposed to "who am i?" no elaboration here idk what it could be

-56:08 just so it's clear for anyone who doesn't know- he's wearing armor at this point, and i'm like 90% sure that when he wears his armor water can't hurt him. and i saw someone say somewhere that like with splash potions when thrown it turns into a gas-like thing? so again, it didn't hurt him, he didn't get hurt. he said in the chill stream that he wasn't comfortable making it where his character had to hurt himself to do that. the thing that causes the enderwalk isn't pain, it's intense and sudden emotions like fear and stress. thank you for coming to my tedtalk.

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startwithbrooklyn · 3 years

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THE GREAT ND REWATCH OF 2021 / SEPTEMBER 28-29, 2019 // the bonny scot

posting this a day later than normal because this is one of the rare episodes that shows a passage of time from one day to the next yayy love that for them

-wonder what filming these beginning sexy scenes is like for them in real life

-sooooo can lucy see nancys sexy dream? is she judging? does this mean she likes nancy with owen or nick more? or is she trying to tell nancy that her sex dreams are irrelevant to the mystery at hand and she needs to focus?

-seeing people in the ✨prison chair✨: gomber, carson, karen (voting for josh s3 just saying)

-completely ignores carson's question about herself typical nance

-"or maybe i did stumble across a knife" its like hes trying to make the case against him look plausible while attempting to maintain innocence. this is a slippery slope for carson to try and encourage her to keep her pacified + hide the truth while also trying to keep her from getting involved bc hudsons

-"genetics gets you in the door" aaaaand then she walks in to everetts office to meet him and crashes their family dinner

-ok who tf is dawn and why is she in charge here

-this guidance counselor of nicks is my favorite person

-"i admire your allergy to pleasantries" bess and nancy both have reveals to big families but nancy does not have the graceful, accepting reveal to her rich family like bess does at this lunch. nancys reveal is messy, cold, bloodstained and sticky-fingered, not nice in any way whatsoever. and this little chat with everett (bit of a parallel to lucy's) just highlights how nancy is always bad at bargaining with her grandparents*- always trying to fight on their level but giving up her equal hand bc she doesnt know how to hide it when they bring up something she doesnt know. like confronting celia at the masque: she was so confident with her theory and what she knew, but then we got a "what does that mean?" like. the instant you say that, you lose. and she walked right into the "yes i do have someone, hes in jail" 🤦🏼‍♀️ even in the car with ryan at the end of s1, he literally just fucking leaves her there. like 🤷🏼‍♀️ what did u think was gonna happen sis?? for all she can predict how past things lead to present circumstances shes fucking awful at seeing the direct future *(grandparents except for patrice bc her dementia makes her inaccessable)

-lmaooooo this awko ass portrait...i get the empty space is for nance but who on earth thought this was a good pic??

-LISBETH 🥺💙

-"will u help the claw for me?" george struggles financially to keep her livelihood while nancy is somehow shown as being taken care of even when her parent is incarcerated; both nancy and george live in single parent homes now with mention of both medical debt and george being breadwinner yet nancy has no struggles while george does. (i wonder if ryan had been able to help george here how the story would have changed)

-"when it comes to following people around without their knowledge or consent i am somewhat of a repeat offender" 😂😂😂

-"he wasnt endgame after all" BESS lmaoooo

-"...okay." lmaoooo i fuckin love owen

-i was hoping the girls' faces would be more shocked like with a glance to owen but they just....werent

-"we're the good guys" <---- this statement is soooo interesting in terms of how they structure the show and how the characters see themselves (its an interesting contrast with the more definitive good vs evil with things that are both clearly good and clearly evil but theres also a lot of moral grey area here, the show is kinda swamped in it. are nancy and crew the good guys? are they the bad guys in someone else's story? concerns.)

-"i'd call it more than just stuff" like why did u concede that??? and then the shit about oof that didnt sound like a compliment lmaoooooo why does she suck at arguing?? she and owen wouldnt work long term bc theyre so similar (as mentioned later on)

-i LOVE george slowly falling in love with nick here- hence how upset she gets when nick bails on her for nancy later (which is totally justified!!!)

-i am LIVING for the little nod this driver guy gives bess when she turns back around all nervous 😂

-"i do like buying things" i would so say that too tbh

-"you'd have plenty to talk about" LMFAOOOOOOO SHE KNOWS "marvins dont marry drivers" so diana is totally fine with the gay its just the poor she has a problem with 😂💙fuckin love that

-love how nancy just casually ruins everything for nick/george lmaooo

-"i have seen you at your best, nancy, and there is nothing like it." 🥴😳 i love this still-in-love look nancy gives him thats so strong he had to change the subject

-so is haunting time 11 pm? from that clock of bashiir's?

-how do NO neighbors notice this fucking water and shit

-these are TOTALLY AWFUL fake screams from the bonny scot crew 😭

-"i know well enough not to get involved when he's in play" both carson and ryan avoid engaging with everett even though nancy is willing to do so armed with less info and more balls/ but "could i trust him" and ryan says yes lmaooooo NO honey + that makes ryan 0/2 for helping the girls when they ask this ep

-"find a project of your own" and he does, with his youth center 🙏🏻💙 what s2 foreshadowing!

-"god i wish i still drank" 😂😂😂

-"she is darling." 💙👌🏻

-okay wtf is mirror bay??

-i really wonder about the extent of celia x sebastians relationship here. did she truly care about him or was it just secret and exciting sex? also would love more hints of diana vs celia moments like these. celia doesnt even look upset. i mean shes had time to deal but like wtf. and who exactly is sebastian to diana? not her husband? like damn what if he was. somehow i doubt she'd talk about him diddling celia if diana was disrespected also

-i wonder if celia being so invested in dna testing nancy was bc everrett dna tested ryan to make sure he was his bc of sebastian / other men (which would be totally valid on his part!! but wouldnt it be funny as fuck if ryan wasnt his 😂)

-what a neat hiding place in this frame lmaooo who put that in for them tho? like how do u go about ordering that

-"you certainly are your fathers daughter" this quote is doubly ironic and foreshadowy bc theyre referencing carson here as being a useful hudson attaché but nancy is playing everett just like ryan played celia about putting his house up (but TRIPLY ironic bc carson pulls off the long con of hiding nancy from the hudsons right under their noses this whole time!) the one time nancy is successful against them

-that bess/lisbeth look while lisbeth does something badass (+diana reassessing now that lisbeth has been revealed to be useful)

-"almost as fun as a real fight" why do i believe him? lmaoooo a bit weird that he would enjoy a fight w a partner, but i also think this is an acknowledgement of nancy being an "opponent" who exists at his level. but i also love the "let me take you out" as a direct mirror of her relationship with nick, where she avoids the public acknowledgment/"going out" but prefers the more subtle/hidden arrangements of staying in. but as shown with later eps, owen is way more capable of meeting nancy where shes at, which is so important to her + the only way of getting close to nancy. (the only foil is ace who somehow is able to do both)

-"not always about a guy" <---- this could have been such a powerful statement if the show had thought having nancy end up alone/choose herself instead of pitting her between love interests (nick, owen, gil, even potentially ace, in only 2 seasons) was a more worthy stance to take ; as an aro/ace person i cant tell you how much i would kill to see just one female protag choose herself over a man. and its more realistic to end up alone than have a happy ending anyway, for all that these shows try to be as "real" and gritty grimdark as possible

-"is that what you want?" this is an interesting question to his mother- like maybe he senses her unhappiness? combined with his issues with his father- still trying to look out for his mom? either way it's sweet. (it could also potentially work as foreshadowing of something happening to her, but i think that was played with but then diverted when it was revealed who really killed her) "i think its time i steer this ship" still kind of patriarchal tho. i get that its him coming into his own as a dad technically but still. i also like how he calls her "mother" and not mom

-love that old white people thumbs up at george asking about his clams 👍🏻

-okay fuck dawn tho lmfaoooo

-"stressful dinner huh?" 😂 i fucking love lisbeth so much why didnt they bring her back (wouldnt it be Fucking Hilarious if they brought lisbeth back to bounce bess on her expired visa since the marvins kicked her out and didnt fix it lmaoooooo)

-BESS IS A TOP lmaooooooo i fuckin knew it

-nick says "you can pay me back" wonder if thats gonna come back in s3 considering their "marital problems" (also, those bonds are sosus lmfaoooo if any single person cashing those was looked at sideways they'd confess in 2 seconds that some random guy is handing out bearer bonds they dont even make anymore with absolutely zero proof as to how he got them)

-"you wanna finish what you started?" 👀 (dont mind if i do)

-"i need my dad back" parallels s2 when she asks him to come home

-parent politics: "you are taking your life in your hands / no, i'm putting it in yours" vs "i know well enough not to get involved when hes in play" both carson and ryan try to dissuade nancy from pursuing her pulling this con on everett but go about it different ways: carson is wildly concerned with nancys physical wellbeing but ryan appears to be leaning more towards weighing the odds for her/ like a "you cant win so cut your losses/dont try" scenario which interestingly might have more weight with nancy; its easy for her to brush aside carson's worrying like second nature but nancy has been established to be a determined winner, and ryan speaks to her here like shes a beginners luck prodigy at a blackjack table by encouraging her to keep her record clean by not dealing in this next round. of course she herself admits shes incapable of not dealing in ie "you know me better than that" but i have lots more thoughts on how effective ryans approaches to nancy can be sometimes (saving for the reveal ep 🙏🏻)

-wonder what all carson knows about the hudsons? + that look on his face when he hangs up... wonder if he was just lying to her about knowing anything or just ashamed at having to admit bad things hes done for them

-love nick & bashiir waiting together 🙏🏻💙+ nicks very strong and pointed "good night" as a means of ending his convo w nancy on his terms (gotta reinforce those boundaries man!)

and lastly

-celia + that gossip girl moment when she just throws the whole phone away 😂(wonder if she was just talking to "gus" or whoever that guy was. keep forgetting the bobbseys' dad is in prison too, wonder if he'll feature in s3)

#brooklyn's ND primer #nancy drew cw #the Great Rewatch of 2021 #you best start believing in ghost stories miss drew - you're in one

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electricprincess96 · 4 years

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I think the problem with Edelgard isn't that she's not bisexual (she canonically is) but that theres literally no difference between her supports with male and female Byleth. Its the same with most other bisexual supports in the game too and it is a problem, but other characters do have other same-sex endings that are romantic while Edelgard does not. Its just lazy writing and Edelgards lack of other romantic same-sex endings that make her seem more player-sexual than the other bi options.

I mean that can be chalked down to saving time and money. I still wish in Fates for example they kept Shara and Zero's Same Sex exclusive S Ranks in English but Treehouse wanted to avoid as much controversy as possible you know. That's a fair thing to be annoyed at, to be annoyed at the characters actually chosen is fine like I don't like Edelgard, I don't like Jeritza, I'm not fond of Sothis in that way, Alois and Gilbert were quite frankly unnecessary and if anyone in the fandom has a right to complain its the male lgbt players who's options are pretty boy, prettier boy, bloodthirsty psychopath OR they can friendzone themselves to the two old guys.

I get that you guys are really passionate about this but I just think its a really bad look to be saying "this character isn't gay" enough when in canon they can marry at least one person of the same sex. I know you're saying you accept canonically she's bisexual but you then add a BUT after it... there's no need for that, you can complain as a character she isn't very good representation, that's fine but going around and saying things like "straight but for byleth" or "bylethsexual" doesn't necessarily send the greatest message, you don't even need to bring these things up to argue against her character, you don't even need to mention it even when talking about her player pandering because she is incredibly player pandering and is very "male gaze" centric but that doesn't take away from the fact she is a bisexual character. Not every bisexual is gonna be into every guy/girl they meet. Edelgard doesn't need to have lots of endings with other girls because Dorothea and Mercedes have them, Hilda and Marianne exists as well. And again if we want to complain about this sort of thing I think the guys just have it worse because Linhardt's most subtext is with Caspar and even then its debatable how much substance it has. Yuri has it a bit better but still only one male ending but at least its pretty subtext ridden and Jeritza has no other endings with guys (and is also a bloodthirsty psychopath who gets off on pain/inflicting pain...) and the other two are friendzone options that have the Avatar marrying a random nameless woman in their endings so sure its all good to complain about Edelgard being questionable representation but maybe we should focus on where the real issue is.

Also this is my way of saying I'm bored of this discussion now, you're allowed to believe what you want, you're not gonna convince me that Edelgard's sexuality really even needs to be a major topic of discussion anyway (she's bi, that's the canon, there's no point debating anything that's not canon cause then there's no foundation for the debate). You can claim her being bi is fanservice but I'm gonna let you in on a little secret... all of the bisexual characters are fan service to a certain degree because the developers wouldn't have bothered to include them if they thought people wouldn't like having them there. Which is why games like Awakening didn't have any because back then IS could get away with that sort of thing, they can't anymore.

#princess answers asks #anon #edel discourse #el ge be te discourse

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voidselfshipp · 4 years

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The Shadow Under The Sun Pt2

Jerico is filling some paperwork in her small space in the workshop, shes signing something when a hand presses on her shoulder.

--Heeey girl --A Man said-- brought you your smoothie, its getting Real warm today huh?

Jer smiles looking up--Hey alley whatsup?yeah it is...you can barely feel it with the AC on though....--she grabs the milkshake-- and its a milkshake....dont twist it

The Man sits on the womans desk with a smug smile.

--I saw you and the New guy,you two make such a great couple

--You too?!

--Aw come on dont tell me you dont want to kiss him!

--Alley we are not sixteen anymore

--i know i know, but hey dont sweat it, im here for you if you need my advice

Jer cocks an eyebrow and smirks-- no offence but if need advice I wouldnt take it from you my Man

He gasps putting a hand on his chest-- Hey!

They burst out laughing and alleyson presses a kiss to her forehead--Aight ill see you later, Romina is on my ass about I dont know what thingy I screwed up yesterday...

--See you then!

The rest of the day went on without much fuss.

Though Zero was still trying to wrap his head around the base layout, too Many corridors, too Many rooms.

Its a miracle he got to jericos room in ten minutes.

He hesitantly knocks on the door, he hears some rustling and the door unlocks.

--Hey--jer said leaning with her arm on the doorsill.

--i was wondering if you could show me to the cafeteria again...this place is like a maze

--Sure, I was on my way there actually

--uh great!

Jer smiles and grabs her phone closing the door behind her as she left with sam

--S so-- Samuel said-- how was your day?

--Normal...a bit on the boring side, had to fill up some paperwork ,you?how was your training?

--well...you terrans do train hard

--welp we gotta Keep shape!

He chuckles softly.

They Keep talking for a while, and now, eating dinner its silence.

--i have a very busy week ahead of me,but id love to hang out sometime--jeri said-- what about training togheter?

His cheeks flush, but a small smile formed on his face.

--Alright id like that

They started talking and hours ran wild.

Its already too late, both are pretty tired.

--Look,you have stuff to do tomorrow and I dont want you to get lost looking for your room

--youre suggesting I stay over?

-- y yeah!, I mean I can always take the matress under my bed

--No no,ill take it

--Sam with all due respect your back wont handle it, okay?

An idea popped in sams head , figuring discussing with her was useless, seeing that from what he had heard along the day, she was pretty hard-headed.

He picks her up, she yelps with her face turning red and he drops her to the bed.

--Im not going to argue jerico...im too tired...

Jerico sighs softly with her face burning red,as the Man took of his jacket.

She and sam make themselves comfortable on the small bed.

Their backs meet,with not much space to separate them.

The tight turtle neck shirt hugged zeros Back almost too perfectly.

Wich made her cheeks Burn even redder.

They are still awake with no words uttered in the spam of five long minutes.

--i told you that I had to pull out the matress Sam ....we dont fit here

The Man turns around to meet jericos gaze.

--Theres a way

He timidly opens his arms, jer doesnt seem to think it twice before she has her face hid on his chest with jer arms around his waist.

Sam, who was way more confortable now, hugs her, their gazes meet and their eyes dreamily stare at the other.

Samules hand makes its way to her cheeks and caresses it, they seem to sigh at the same time and pressing their lips against the others.

Jer hugs his neck and the kiss deepens, he hugs her waist and they pull appart when their lungs are begging for some air.

--Im sorry I shouldnt have--his head turns away.

Jer grabs his chin and makes him look at her.

--Please kiss me again....

Hes taken back, but nodds kissing her again.

They shift in the bed and hes hovering above her.

--you coulda have told me--jericos arms are around his neck as she says that.

--i wasnt sure...love at first sight is rare

--We can take it slow....

Sam smiles and kisses her again--Id love that...I love you...

--I love you too

#f/o community #f/o #romantic f/o #f/o x s/i #self shipping #my f/os #self ship #self insert #f/os #f/o tag #f/o fic #sam/zero

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chaosbcrne · 5 years

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alright, here’s what’s gonna become of all my threads. every single one i owe should be listed under the cut, whether it’s in the continue or drop list, so if i owed you something that’s not listed below please let me know as that means i just missed it ! now, without further ado.

About event threads:

(this goes for asks i have yet to answer and such as well) Everything as of right now is set to be continued. I won’t actively be getting to it, but every other week i’ll try to set aside one or two writing sessions to continue those, at least until all event content has been fleshed out enough to decide if i wanna continue it all or not.

Continuing

These are threads I intend to continue one way or another; if one of our threads is listed here and you aren’t interested in continuing it, please let me know so that I may focus on more promising ones.

@heroquills

their reunion at zero’s christmas party (i wanna get one more out but then we can leave it at that)

new years (hopefully i gather the strength to reply if not wrap it up before the next one)

icy escapade (its almost done anyway)

loose ends & new beginnings (no i havent forgotten)

the one where he ~wakes up~ at sonics place (theres something very important that i need to acknowledge there-- after that you can drop it if you want)

amends (i think theres only one or two more relevant replies to get out of this thread but its important)

sonic geeking out over satbk (maybe not past halloween tho so we’ll see how quickly this moves along)

@champiionic

the one where sonic finds shadow right after he’s been stabbed (it was before you moved him to this blog but i would love to continue that if you’re still down)

@biolizardreborn

estranged siblings (im slow af but i fully intend to get back to this)

@1110-01111011

popcorn (popcorn)

@flyinginfreedom

do u know a good tailor (i will literally latch onto any interaction i can get from you)

@chaosmixed

w Biolizard. yea

@blunderbots

you’re not escaping him

@babylonguardiian

old aliens encounter

@skyfcx

let shadow speak fondly of his definitely not dad to a genius 12yo 2k19

@s1lentsnip3r

silence is broken

silence is broken II

@antihedgehog

he’d be ashamed of you

@pistolbitten

the starter you wrote me

the answer to the ask i sent you

@lnfinitc

the ask you just answered holy shit this is happening

@the-master-of-ceremony

just the one

Stand-by

These are threads I’m not actively gonna try to reply to in a timely manner, but that I don’t want to outright drop for one reason or another. If you have a special interest in one of them or on the contrary no interest at all, let me know so that I may move it to one of the two other categories.

@chaosmixed

w Chaos; Shadow’s first time meeting him (it’s an interesting meeting that I might want to come back to but I’d rather focus on stuff further down the line if I can)

@rosehammcr

the one where she asks him to train her w chaos energy (i had admittedly forgotten abt this one; i’d rather focus on more recent stuff for now but i think i’d like to go back to this at some point)

@waterxstarlight

u know the one (its important to me even though i’d rather focus on more recent stuff so im leaving it here to make sure i get back to it someday)

@heroquills

the one where sonic tends to shadow’s injuries (i love it and wanna do it but with how much ‘time-sensitive’ stuff we have going im setting it aside for now)

that one w the flower crown (not a priority but im saving it for when we run out of fluff im sure it’ll come in handy over the winter)

Dropping

These are threads I don’t intend on continuing. I’ll state the reason(s) next to it; if you don’t consider it’s a valid reason and/or really want to continue it anyway, please let me know. Despite what it may sound like, I believe all my threads had a bit of potential and 75% of the reason I’m dropping these is that I feel they’re of too little interest and/or that starting something newer would be better for both parties involved; that being said if one of these threads was important to you, chances are being told so will be motivating enough for me to continue them.

@xochimili

w Blaze; shes chasing Rouge and hes in her way (I don’t think you write her much nowadays ? id rather not pressure you into it when i can be focusing on other threads)

@antibadnik

w Ava; shes infected w the zombot virus and hes immune (i was excited abt this ngl but i’d rather focus on more recent stuff when they’re more familiar w each other now)

@babylonbrains

you know the one (i think you’re on hiatus now if you ever come back hmu and we’ll start something else)

@bunniedrabbot

we only had the one i think (you too, hmu when you come back from hiatus if you want we can plot something a bit more relevant)

@solfading

that first starter i wrote for you (its just kind of irrelevant now w how their relationship evolved since)

@loveofjewels

i think we only had the one (just lmk if you wanna start something else when you get back)

@skyreaching

just the one (i don’t think you’re around anymore otherwise just hmu)

@coolxnxblue

just the one (i honestly dont remember where i was going with this, and i think we can both benefit from removing this one from our respective plates lmao)

@team-phantom

their little lunch date from way back when (i kinda want to move on from that time period)

the one where they were gonna talk about zero’s squad (i still want that to happen, im just really put off by the approach we took tbh - im totally down to just start that from scratch though)

@projectlightfox

the one where shadow bumps into them in westopolis (you move along pretty quickly with your muses and im slow and don’t want to be holding you back tbh. i assume this is how they meet anyway; maybe we can discuss how it could have gone ooc so we can do more up-to-date stuff)

@ar-ray-of-muses

i dont remember which of the ones with cream, amy and rouge we had decided to keep tbh, but im dropping the rest of them lmao (would rather focus on more recent stuff, specifically w cream, like event stuff)

@theislandkeeper

just the one (like mog you get back to threads very quickly so i assume you have no interest in putting up w my slowness haha)

@lnfinitc

that very first starter you wrote me before we ever even talked (not that i dont have muse for it but you can guess everything else is way more promising)

@chaosmixed

both the ones where shadow meets atia and tikal (i think we can move on past that)

@chronokxnesis

just the one (i dont think youre around anymore but hmu if you come back)

#✮ ☾ black writings on the wall ☽ ↳ psa #i believe thats about everything #ended up keeping more than i thought i would but im weak #at least i went from like. 50 something to 29 #thats less than 30 ok #it should be at least more manageable #i might drop a couple more of those as i go if i find i really just cant get the words flowing for them #but yeah #otherwise yeah if we had a thread or anything of the like #if you wrote me a starter or answered an ask you would have wanted me to continue #and its not mentioned here #please let me know bc it means i missed it

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wilsonsnest · 5 years

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winter, Sweetheart - VI

this is the part where i go age of ultron? whose ultron? and civil war? idk her. we’re pretty much totally deviating from here on out folks. feat. shit getting real and nat to the rescue.

warnings: sickness, hurt/comfort, bad medical practices

He finally settles them in a Bucharest. Romania, he admits, probably isn’t the safest place for the both of them to hide out. But Sweetheart is getting worse, and he loses strength too quickly to make moving possible. The Soldier - Bucky, now, he’s trying it out still. He tries to fix the Falcon’s wing as best as he can, but he’s no expert when it comes to cyberbionic systems even if he was, the mess of Hydra’s experiments would have made his skills useless anyway. Neither of them really knows how the wings work exactly, and the best he can do is solder any wires that seem to go together and snip any ones that seem to be in the way.

Neither of them are keen to test the results of Bucky’s patch job and so Sweetheart’s wings stay tucked away and covered. He supposes it doesn’t matter anyway, their former “employers” are either dead and on the run. The Soldier and the Falcon are on their own now.

For a short time, things seem okay. Bucky accessed Hydra accounts that even most Hydra techs wouldn’t have a clue about. He’s able to buy them a shitty one room apartment with peeling wallpaper and a creaky wooden floor where the landlord asked zero questions except for cash payment.

He steals painkillers for them both, easier than buying illegally or legally. Both of their flesh bruises and wounds heal fairly quickly though, thanks to the bootleg serum Hydra had pumped them full of. Bucky is in good enough shape, but its the Falcon’s broken wings that are causing the problem. The strain of the pain has reached levels where Sweetheart mostly stays curled up in bed, sweating into the mattress and gritting his teeth in pain. It was running like an infection, but the wound was entirely technological.

The last time Bucky had taken a look, the Falcon had actually whimpered in pain. He didn’t try to touch his wings again after that. At this point, he would only make things worse. Bucky focuses on the things he can do for Sweetheart. He washes him, feeds him and starts hunting for someone who can fix this. He knows there has to be some cowardly Hydra doctor that ran off before everything came crashing down.

But the longer he searches, the worse Sweetheart gets. There are nights when neither of them sleeps. Sweetheart is in too much pain, on as many painkillers as his body can stand and Bucky stays by his side, almost hoping for someone to find them so he can take his anger out on someone.

He gets desperate and he drops a clue. One that only a particular person will recognize.

Bucky waits by the kitchen counter, the windows blacked out and a singular light on near him. Theres a gun stored in one of the kitchen drawers, close enough that he knows he has a 75% chance of getting to it before she can attack him. He stiffens, as the door opens and Natasha walks in, dressed in a tailored pantsuit hands weaponless. Bucky narrows his eyes, and can see the points where she’s hiding her supplies, probably more firepower than he has currently stored in this room.

But theres an uneasy truce here, and they respect one another enough to not greet each other with guns drawn. He’s shot her once before, but he’s also the one who taught her own to survive worse.

She closes the door behind her, but doesn’t lock it. “I was wondering who contacted me. The Winter Soldier,” She gives the civilian clothes he’s wearing a once-over. “or James Barnes.”

“Bucky.” He says tightly, only really sure of that for now. He moves in an arc around the room, careful to face her at all times. He doesn’t want to get too close, but he also wants to be near Sweetheart in case he has to haul him away to escape. The Police could already be on their way.

“I know someone who’d be happy to hear that.” She says softly, and its more genuine than he ever remembers hearing her speak. She tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ear, no wire. “I can’t guarantee someone hasn’t tracked me here.”

Bucky nods, he knows that. He moves to kneel by the mattress Sweetheart is laying, finally asleep after a long night. His skin is ashen and clammy, sweet dappling his feverish forehead. Even asleep, he shakes. Bucky swallows and gestures toward him, not touching. “He needs help. I can’t… fix this.”

It’s hard to admit this weakness, but he fears the worst if he doesn’t get help. Natasha’s brow furrows, and she takes cautious step forward. She can tell how hard this is for him, how bad it must be if he’s willing to risk asking for help. Her eyes are unreadable, but theres no disgust or anger and Bucky is grateful for that. Natasha never met the Falcon, though their training overlapped at points. Hydra kept the Falcon isolated and even more secret than the Winter Soldier.

“I can call Stark.” Natasha offers quietly. She looks at Bucky now an shakes her head before he can protest. “It’s the only way he isn’t ending up in a jail cell or worse.”

“The Falcon,” The name tastes bitter on his tongue, but he’s never called him Sweetheart in front of anyone before. It would be like a betrayal to do it now. “Has never killed anyone.”

He knows this because he made sure of it. Natasha gives him a plaintive look and raises an eyebrow but Bucky only holds her gaze steady. Eventually she concedes and nods. “It gives us something to work with at least.” The tight spot in Bucky’s chest loosens just a little.

“His name is Sam Wilson.” She adds, dipping her head toward Sweetheart. Bucky just stares at her blankly and she huffs a little. “His friend, Riley, the one whose car you destroyed? He was Sam’s partner in the Air Force. He thought he was dead. He’s looking for him,”

Like Steve’s looking for you. It goes unsaid, but hangs in the air between them.

Still, to know the Falcon’s identity feels surreal to Bucky. It means nothing. As far as Hydra was concerned, Sam Wilson was erased. He has only ever been The Falcon and to Bucky he’s always been Sweetheart. He doesn’t know if he likes how Sam feels yet.

“Do you have a go-bag?” Natasha asks even though she already knows the answer. “As soon as I call this in to Stark, everyone is going to know. Including Steve.”

Bucky grimaces, but he knew that was coming. Even hearing his name makes his head hurt. He isn’t ready to face that yet, or else he would be going with them. He hates the idea of leaving Sweetheart, but can’t handle being around Steve or the rest of them. He glances at Sweetheart, shaking beneath the thin sheet and presses his lips together tightly. He’s never left him not knowing he’d be back. He has no idea when they’ll meet again and it terrifies him. His Sweetheart has been his responsibility for so long, how can he trust anyone else to look after him?

But then Sweetheart moans low in his sleep and rocks a little, trying to soothe his own pain. Bucky moves closer, presses his metal hand against his hot skin. Sweetheart settles and Bucky looks up at Natasha. “Don’t tell him.”

“I can’t lie to Steve anymore.” Natasha almost sounds apologetic, but he can tell shes telling the truth. “And he’s smarter than he looks, he’ll see right through me.”

Bucky ducks his head, but nods, he can appreciate her honesty at least. For a moment he rocks in place and out of the corner of his eye he sees Natasha look away. Grateful, he leans forward and presses his lips to Sweetheart’s temple. A promise that he would see him again. He moves quickly after that, he wouldn’t be surprised if the Avengers are already en route.

He lifts the floorboards to grab his backpack and heads towards the window. He stops and glances toward the Falcon and Natasha. He can’t hide his concern from Natasha though and she carefully moves closer to the mattress.

“I’ll stay with him.” She assures him. Theres a determination in her gaze that makes Bucky want to believe her. “Rileys told us a lot about Sam. He’s a good man. I won’t let anything happen to him.”

Bucky wouldn’t know anything about that, but he does know that the Falcon deserves the chance to be free from whatever Hydra did to him. The truth is, he only really trusts himself as far as Sweetheart goes, but his hands are tied in this instance. He’s kept his Sweetheart’s hands as clean of blood as possibly could and thats all he can really claim. With a final heavy sigh, he slips out and the window and disappears.

#sambucky #winterfalcon #sam wilson #Bucky Barnes #natasha romanov #mcu fanfic #wintersweetheart

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harrysbubba · 6 years

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number 19!!! but harry and y/n absolutely hate each other and one day he comes over to pick up something and they get in a huge argument and it gets steamy and theres really rough hate sex and they pretty much use each other to feel good

loved this concept! I’d make a part 2 of this but it would be angsty asf hehe

Tags: smut smut smut

MASTERLIST

THANK YOU FOR 1K!!!!!!!! Love y'all xo

Title: Go To Hell

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In the heat of the moment, Harry wasseconds away from throwing his phone at the wall. After sending a fiery text to[Y/N], it had him all stirred up and agitated. He kept replaying the lastsentence of his message in his head; hopeyou realise how much of a bitch you’ve been to me these past few days, I justgot off tour and this is how you treat me.

He hated using those sorts of harshwords, but that was their overview of where they were at now. Just as he hearda rustling of keys at the front door, Harry quickly retracted his hand andplayed it cool.

“Did you just get up?” Anne walks in, two bags of groceries in tow.

“Yeah, I decided to sleep in a bit.” Harry greets her by taking theheavy shopping bags from her possession.

“Til’ three o’clock?” Anne dartsher eyes to the clock on the wall. Harry follows her gaze too, not evenrealising what the time was.

“Yip.” Harry nods with uncertainty.

“Right, well remember its scrabble night at the resting home in town andyou said you would play a c-“

“Couple of songs and help out, of course I will.” Harry half smiles ather.

“Good – and bring [Y/N] too, haven’t seen her in a while, I’m startingto miss having her around.” Anne adds and starts to unload the groceries intothe pantry.

Harry gives him Mum another uncertainnod since he couldn’t produce a definitive answer. The only problem withbringing [Y/N] is that she and Harry were no longer together. Anne knows howmuch of a gem [Y/N] is, always been there for Harry and his family, supportingher son and giving him the love, she thinks he truly deserves. Therefore, sheloved having her company and Harry found that quite obvious. Gemma on the otherhand, was equally the same. To her, it was like having a sister.

To make things worse, Harry hadn’t toldhis family that they weren’t seeing each other anymore and he had a partiallygood reason.

Harry and [Y/N]’s relationship ended inflames. There was screaming, yelling, crying, things breaking – hearts breaking. It was a mess. The lasttime Harry saw her was a week ago and neither of them officially called itquits. Overall, he wasn’t in a very stable position to tell Anne or anyone forthat matter, the sad news. But either way, Harry needed to go see her for a few reasons. One of them being that hestill has some stuff at her house that he has to collect, and two, because thecouple really needed to have aconversation about the circumstances they were on.

Harry flees from the kitchen, mainly sohe can avoid his Mum talking about [Y/N] again. He goes off to get ready, grabsa few items to take to the resting home, but he’s missing one thing…

“Y’ haven’t seen my guitar, have you?” Harry asks as he walks back intothe kitchen with his brows furrowed.

“No honey, when was the last time you used it?” Anne shook her head. Harry’smind traces back by her question, trying to think where he last used it, and then a heavy sigh left his lips.

“S’at [Y/N]’s.” Harry almost groaned but was wary about his tone in casehis Mum picked up on it.

“Well that shouldn’t be a problem for you. You can go pick it up with[Y/N] and both meet us at the resting home, yeah?” Anne said.

“Yeah Mum, will do.” Harry sighed again, not knowing what to do now.

He had no choice but to go. The rest ofhis guitars were in the studio in London,he only ever kept one at his house but eventually took it over to [Y/N]’sto bounce some melodies and songs off her. He spent most of his days writing inher presence – writing about her, it makes him miss his inspiration. Now thatthe two weren’t together, he has a more saddening type of inspiration.

Before leaving home, Harry sends anothertext to [Y/N] saying that he’ll be over to pick up a few things and that he won’tbe very long. Whether she was home or not – Harry didn’t really care, he owns akey to her house.

He parks his car on the curb and juststrolls onto the property, right through to the front door. Harry didn’t evencheck to see if [Y/N] was home, too wrapped up in thinking where the hell shewas? He stops for a second in the lounge, looking around at all the things he’sleft here. Photos, chargers, laptop, clothes, even an award he won one nightwhere he and [Y/N] decided to move the celebration back to hers. Not to mentionthe amount of memories he’s going to leave behind.

“What’re you doing here?” The front door slams closed as Harry spinsaround in his spot.

“Didn’t come t’argue, came to pick up my guitar. D’you not get my text?”Harry quickly defends himself before a dispute could take place. [Y/N]’s facequickly softened, letting down her guard a little bit at a time.

“If you didn’t come here to argue Harry then you better watch what yousay to me – and I deleted your number.” She glares at him from side on as shewalks past him.

“But, go for it – some of your stuff’s in a box in my room too, thoughtI’d make it easier for you but there’s some other thing lying around that youmight wanna take.” She nods in retrospective, heading off to do whatever sheneeds to do.

Harry doesn’t say anything other than thinksto himself if she’s already in the processing stage of leaving him behind. It’salmost scary for him because he hasn’t even emotionally dealt with it as clearlyas well as she has. Aside from that, Harry still owns a lot of stuff of hersyet to be put in a box too and returned back to her too. It takes him a whileto shrug away the thought before he goes around collecting his items and takingthem to said box on the floor of [Y/N]’s bedroom.

After setting a few things aside, Harrysearches for his guitar. He could’ve sworn it was somewhere in this house. Butinstead of asking [Y/N] where it is, he decided to keep it to himself in fearof an argument starting to rise. Already the two were walking on eggshellsaround one another that it was only time for someone to really snap. Afterspending a good five minutes in about every single room trying to locate theinstrument, Harry had to resort in asking [Y/N].

“Have you seen my guitar?” Hewalks into the kitchen where [Y/N] is seated, scrolling on her phone.

“No, sorry.” She shakes her head in response.

Harry huffs, knowing that her answer wasabsolutely no help to him, or at least the answer he just doesn’t want to hear.[Y/N] rolls her eyes at him, trying so hard to bite her tongue and not comeback with a snappy comment.

“Well it was here last.” Harry points to the ground, indicating in thishouse.

“Well, I thought you took itback?” [Y/N] replies with a trace of annoyance.

“No it was here, I rememberbecause-“

“If it’s not here, then it’s not here Harry. You’ve obviously misplacedit or left it somewhere or just not looking hard enough.” [Y/N] interrupts himwith the obvious statement.

“How could it be misplaced? S’ a large object [Y/N], it has to be here! You probably misplaced it.” Harry raiseshis voice at her.

“Don’t come into my house telling me what you think that I’ve done. You and your fuckingaccusations.” She equalizes the same amount of volume that Harry had in hisvoice, and by all means, [Y/N] was somewhat right.

“See! You’re the reasons why we’re not together anymore, blaming me forshit. ” Harry yells, running a hand through his hair in frustration.

“Great – always my fault isn’tHarry?” [Y/N] spits back.

“You know what? Go to hell.” She hisses.

As Harry was about to search in anotherroom – more likely the same room for the third time, he retraces his steps backto [Y/N], leaning over her frame almost seething that she made that comment tohim. Harry knew right from day one that she had a mouth on her. But her zerofilter is what always made her so honest. Sometimes it was a good thing, othertimes…not so good, especially this situation.

“Say it again.” Harry stares right into her eyes, centimeters away fromher face. [Y/N] didn’t know where it would get her if she repeated her words,nevertheless, she stood by what she said.

“I said, go to hell.” [Y/N]repeats, right back in Harry’s face.

That was it.

With two hands, Harry grabs the sides ofher face, lips smashing onto hers like some sort of animal just overtook hisbody. In the very short amount of time, he was hungry for her and there was nodenying that she was hungry for him too. Harry backs [Y/N] into one of theisland counters, her lower back hitting and being pressed into the edge of it.She lets out a quick gasp against Harry’s mouth as the pain subsides, rapidlybeing replaced by a ball of arousal starting to enlarge within her.

Harry’s hips start to press into hers,making it known to [Y/N] how horny he’s getting too from about one minutesworth of making out. But that was Harry. He could get turned on by almost everythingthat [Y/N] would do. Even when she was reading a book, he could see the concentrationin her eyes, her bottom lip between her teeth whenever she read over somethingconflicting – he was heavily observant of her that it would really get him in the mood.

He creates a small space between theirhips with his hand, sinking down into her shorts and ghosting his fingers overher already soaked panties. She shivers at his touch, urging him to do more.

“So fuckin’ wet.” Harry growls.

He skillfully shifts her panties to theside, fingers now curling up inside of her as her breath hitches in her throatas his other hand reaches the back of her neck to bring closer to his mouth. [Y/N]’shands instantly grip the edge of the counter, Harry chuckling lowly at hersubmissive reaction. His mouth leaves open kisses down the side of her jaw,right down to her neck, eliciting a guttural moan. Keeping up his repetitivecurling motions, Harry can feel her getting closer and closer to an orgasm.

“Christ I’m gonna-“

But the bastard pulled away.

His hand retracts from [Y/N]’s core,taking a step back to look at the flustered state she was in as he sucks on histwo fingers, clean of her juices. [Y/N]’s left as a panting mess, so close tothe verge that all Harry had to do was get her off once and she’d be over withand grateful. But she knew Harry was a tease and greedy, always had to have hisway.

“Fuck you.” She pants, only seconds away from Harry colliding back withher, this time, spinning her around so that her lower abdomen now came incontact with the marble.

Harry happily bends her over the counterwith one hand, backside pushing into his cock. [Y/N] can feel through thefabric, how hard Harry is for her. He knows how much she wants him now, beggingfor him in moans.

“Swearin’ isn’t gonna get yeh anywhere angel.” Harry chuckled deeply.

She could hear the metal of his beltcome undone, zipper coming down as he moves onto [Y/N] – ripping her shorts andpanties down in one swift motion. Harry’s quick to take down his boxers, hardcock springing out freely. Neither of them had gone without sex for two weeksor could go without it in general. Itwas only a matter of time before they would rekindle just for the purpose ofsex, or quite possibly move onto someone else.

Harry aligns his cock with her entrance,slowly pushing himself in before reaching the very base. She was the only onethat could take Harry fully and frankly, been the only one. He stretched her out well, the burning feeling lesseningby the second as Harry thrusted his hips once, sending a jolt through [Y/N].His eyes were nearly rolling to the back of his head, he’d almost forgotten howtight she was.

“Fuckin’ hell.” Harry curses, placing his two hands on her hips, movingher backwards and forwards.

Soon as [Y/N] became properly adjustedto Harry, he did not hold back, rocking into her mercilessly like he had neverbefore. This was a different type of feeling, a fired-up anger for one another,or at least at one another. Harry and[Y/N] were never the ones to argue when they were dating, and if they did, themakeup sex was absolutely overwhelming. But this – this was on another level.

[Y/N] grew frustrated that she hadnothing to grab onto. Normally it would be his hair, biceps, thighs – anything,she just needed something. Instead, she bit down hard onto her bottom liptrying to stifle out her moans. Screaming out Harry’s name would only inflatehis ego, and god did he love it. He was so cocky about it too, knowing that herscreaming out his name meant that he was the only one who could make her feelfucking amazing.

“God y’take me so fuckin’ well huhangel?” Harry throws his head back, gritting his teeth as he’s trying toprolong the pleasured feeling.

“I asked you a question.” Harrygives a hard thrust, trying to pre-empt and answer from her. In response hermouth parts, struggling to talk at this point.

“Y-Yes!” She cries out.

“S’what I thought.” Harry remarked.

In that moment, Harry wasn’t consciousof time but knew in the back of his head that he had the scrabble event to goto. But he couldn’t give a fuck about it now. He’d rather be up [Y/N]’s gutthan play a couple of songs and quite frankly, they were both enjoying it. [Y/N]was just as much of a moaning mess as Harry, the two going at it like they hadnever before. When Harry’s thrusts became stagnant, [Y/N] knew instantly thatHarry was close, but so was she. Her walls clenching tighter and tighter aroundhim as he bears onto every last bit of sanity he has before losing it.

“I’m…I’m so close.” She announces, almost choking on trying to catch herbreath.

“Almost there baby.” Harry grunts, trying to be as consistent as he can.

Not even in a matter of seconds, [Y/N]’sthe first to cum in an overbearing tidal wave of euphoria not caring how manytimes she’s screaming Harry’s name or loud she was being. There was nojudgment. Harry was now in the same position as her, except leaning over herand gripping the edge of the counter as his hot liquid coats her walls. Amumble of swear words escaped Harry’s mouth as he remains still inside of her.His eyes flutter open to look down at [Y/N], heaving up and down just trying toget some air in. Slowly, he takes himself out of her as they both collect theiritems of clothing.

“Hey.” Harry lets out an exasperated sigh.

“What?” She swallows.

“My Mum wants you to come to scrabble night with us.” Harry replies.

“Really? That’s nice of her, guess I’ll go if she wants me there.” [Y/N]fixes her hair into a bun. Harry lets out a chuckle, shaking his head as he re-threadshis belt back through the last few loops of his jeans

“You’re not coming.” Harry said witha straight face now.

“You said your Mum-“

“She wants you there – I don’t.”Harry makes it clear by interrupting her.

“I don’t give a shit what you want anymore, but because I know this bickering will keep going, I’llstay put. I’m sick of this, tell Anne I said hi.” [Y/N] finally manages to shuthim down.

After she recollects herself, she walksoff to her bedroom with nothing else to do and nobody to talk to. In a sense,she feels sad and now regrets that her and Harry just slept together. Harry onthe other hand is left in her kitchen dumbfounded at how well she was playingthis game. But it didn’t take him that long to realise that [Y/N] wasn’tplaying and that she was dead set serious about this. To him it seems as if shewants absolutely nothing to do with him especially after already deleting hisnumber, except, that was the complete opposite of how she perceived this.

Unsure of he should do, Harry decidesnot to complicate things and just leaves. He didn’t know if those were the lastwords he wanted to hear from [Y/N]’s mouth, but he was left with the unclearmessage of what she was fed up with. Was it their relationship? The situationthey’re both in? Was it him? Harry had no clue and now he started to regretwhat had just happened because now, he’s already starting to miss her.

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Gold Dust Woman part 2

pjo x mcu fusion: annabeth is iron man

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Katie Gardner is waiting for her when they land, pot of flowers in hand looking better than any bouquet ever could, eyes rimmed red from crying.

Annabeth feels like crying to, at the sight of Katie in her loose slacks and earth toned blouses, in a look that was all her, bohemian corporate as Grover had put it, easily making her short frame appear smaller. Trying for some normalcy she desperately craves she utters, “Tears Gardner? Really? I expected you to have tied yourself to a tree in the amazon by now.”

Katie snorts, the edges of her lips turning up as she studies Annabeth, “you know I hate job hunting since unfortunately we live in this capitalist hellscape.”

They both snort at that.

It was still crazy to think that Katie, her assistant slash nanny slash everything Annabeth could ever want, was a diehard hippie who Grover had met through his girlfriend. A botanist who railed against corporate farming.

“Speaking of capitalism let’s go get a Cheeseburger,” she orders grinning a Grover, in his frayed tweed suit, the only kind of suit he could stand, who’s always down for food.

He grins, resigned to her tyrannical whims once more. Who needed ubereats when she had him. Annabeth had even missed Grover’s stupid goatee he always sported.

“We can do that,” Katie responds, sliding into the car next to her, seating her plant and buckling it in as well, “after we go to the hospital.” Her tone carries the careful patience that parents have when talking to their kids. Normally Annabeth would be annoyed to be patronized like this, but she’s too relieved to be here, mind turning over all she has to do, all she should do now.

This time, she’ll do better.

She won’t let death be her legacy.

“Grover,” Annabeth states, a cold edge to her voice, “drive through in-and-out then to Chase Industries.” Her mind running over all she wants to say and what’s the best way to say it. There’ll no doubt be accusations of PTSD, which might be true if she’s being honest about it, but not about this. This is what she wants, what she has to do. If she survived for any reason when Hephaestus did not, it was for this reason.

Annabeth won’t design anymore weapons. And if that’s the end of Chase Industries so be it. She can do better. “And call a press meeting,” she adds to Katie, the right words evading her, mind still jumbled from jet lag and months as a captive.

“We’re supposed to meet up with Ms. Stane at the hospital,” Katie responds with a sigh, “and you need to go to the hospital.”

“I’m fine,” Annabeth snaps, “they already looked me over. What I need is a burger and to call a press meeting, in that order. Grover?”

“Yes Mam,” he says, voice dripping sarcasm, but takes the freeway that’ll lead to Chase Industries building.

“Annie, you have to go to the hospital!”

“I don’t have to do anything. I’ve been in captivity for three months. Let me have these two things Katie and then you can have as many doctors look me over as you want.”

Besides her, Katie sighs, pulling out her phone to call for the press meeting.

Arachne will understand once Annabeth explains herself. She hopes as she watches the scenery of San Fransisco go by from behind her tinted windows. Nothings changed.

It all still looks the same, people carrying on with their lives as always. For some reason, she expected everything to be different, but she supposes the world stops for no one.

Arachne will understand. She’s known the woman for years, her mother’s right hand woman, more business then R&D, the perfect foil to Annabeth’s constant R&D, and she’s always been in her corner, always been there for Annabeth even when the board tried to ice her out.

It’ll all work out.

All the junior executives are waiting on the driveway along with Arachne, hair streaked with grey and donning a classic channel tweed skirt suit. The sharpness in her eyes and lips ever-present despite the years.

Annabeth doesn’t hesitate to hug her as soon as the car pulls to a stop and she gets out, leaving Katie to trail behind her. She grips the older woman tightly, soaking in her crisp clean scent, worlds away from the cave. Arachne who’d always sent her christmas presents to her school, who’d made sure Annabeth didn’t spend her birthday alone after her parents had died in a car accident when she was eighteen. She’d whispered everything she needed to know about the other board members into Annabeth’s ear, who was cheating not their wives, who had dug themselves into a money pit and together they’d ensured the success of her mother’s company. Her mother’s favorite child.

“We were supposed to meet at the hospital silly girl,” Arachne says exasperatedly, but her grip is tight around Annabeth, despite the press and workers surrounding them. “Not here. You don’t have to worry about the company, just rest and recover my darling.”

“Oh you know me,” Annabeth replies, smiling brightly, “Ever the workaholic. Burger?”

“How thoughtful,” Arachne says with a shake of her head, reaching for the burger bag Grover offers her, already falling into place to flank her. “Still, you don’t need a board meeting so soon. Let me handle it.”

“I’m fine really,” Annabeth waves off as she struts towards the press conference room, “besides, everyone will be reassured once they see me in person. It’ll strengthen our position in the market.” All true, but that was besides the point. Their stocks were about to plummet.

“Will you at least tell me what this is about,” Arachne asks her, smiling and waving to the press, “I can’t help you if you don’t let me.”

Annabeth replies with a small fond smile, “you’ll see in a second,” then she steps up , looking out into the crowd of reporters, all hungry for something, for their pulitzer prize winning article. They lean forward, awaiting her words.

There’s a certain twisted pleasure at having this much power over people.

Thalia stands in the back, already in her nice air force suit, all her ranks pinned to her jacket like a girl scout. She hopes Thalia will understand too, even if she is military.

“Is it okay if everyone sits down,” Annabeth finds herself saying, letting her ice queen person slide away, already sitting down, back to the podium. “A little less formal.”

Theres a stunned silence, as they all look around at each other, chickens with their heads cut off, before following her example, lights flashing, documenting her every move. Nothing she isn’t used to dealing with.

Taking a deep breathe she starts, hands trembling, “I never got to say goodbye to mother. I never got to goodbye to my mother.” She looks out into the crowd, eyes unfocused, they all bleed together into the press. Not reporters, not people, but the press. That’s what money and power do, keeps you from seeing people.

Hoe did it take her so long to figure it out?

“There’s questions that I would ask her. I would’ve asked her about how she felt about what this company did-what it does-if she was conflicted. If she ever had doubts.” Try as she might, Annabeth can’t imagine Athena having doubts, a strong relentless woman. But maybe she just didn’t voice them to Annabeth. Maybe if they’d had about twenty more years they would’ve mended their relationship.

“Or maybe she was every inch the woman we all remember from the news,” Annabeth continues, thinking back on all the times she’d seen her mother on the news, in history class. The hard imposing woman who’d seemed less a woman and more a living legend.

Her lips are drawn, hands closing into fists in her lap, “I saw young americans-civilians killed, by the very weapons I designed to defend them and protect them.” The image of Chase Industries in her minds eye, over and over again, a second to read it before it blows up. “And I saw that I had become part of a system that is comfortable with zero accountability.” Her hands looking down at her kevlar clad chest as blood welled up,

Someone in her company had been dealing under the table. Maybe more than one. And there was really only one way to stop her part in all this.

“Miss Chase! Miss Chase!”

She motions to one of the reporters sitting close by her, “Miss Chase? What happened over there?”

There.

Afghanistan.

Like she was too soft to here where there was. Like she hadn’t been there.

What hadn’t happened?

“Ah-I had my eyes open,” she answers, standing up, resting lightly against the podium. “I came to realize that I had more to offer this world than just making things that blow up.” She had shelved renewable energy, her arc reactor hidden by the blouse and blazer she had on, in exchange for missiles and-there was a whole department dedicated to medical research she had only the most tangential knowledge of. “And that is why,” she continues, “Effective Immediately, I am shutting down the weapons manufacturing division of Chase Industries.”

Chaos.

They all rush at her like sharks, smelling blood in the water. Arachne looks at her wildly, grey eyes widened with surprise, the full weight of Annabeth’s statement still ringing through her mind.

Fine. They’ll talk later.

Cameras flashing.

Taking a deep breathe she continues, “-Until such a time that I can decide what the future of this company will be. What direction we’ll take. One that I am comfortable with and that is consistent with the highest good for this country as well.”

“Okay,” Arachne says cutting her off, “press conference over.”

Annabeth slips aways, away from the stage, the noise of the cameras and people an erie echo to gunshots and soldiers younger than her dying.

She moves, walking towards Grover and her security detail, Katie smiling at her, shaking her head slightly. She must be pleased, the hippie that she is, but she’s also her assistant and she must know how insane it is.

What this could cost Annabeth.

So be it.

The arc reactor in her chest flickers as they drive to her mansion, the car deathly silent. She was expecting more outrage on Katie’s part. About how she should’ve gone to the hospital first.

But there’s only silence.

Her chest tightens and she knows she needs an upgrade.

Funny, now she’s just another machine now. She’s always been good with machines.

Fucking irony.

In her lab she’ll be able to mock up something better, with all the best tools and materials that money could by before the stocks tanked.

Katie asks tentatively, sounding unsure for the first time since Annabeth had hired her ten years ago, “scotch?” She looks at Annabeth like she doesn’t know her. Eyes wide as she studies her.

Annabeth meets her searching gaze evenly, “No thank you.” She needs a clear head and now she has a heart condition. She’ll need a purer palladium for the system, none of those scraps she’d had to used in the cave. That’s a start.

“Are we really doing this,” she asks annoyed, realizing Katie’s still waiting for some explanation, wanting to get it over with. If they have questions they might as well shoot.

Katie, who’s spent the last ten years by her side, anticipating her every need, making her life run smoothly, voices, “I-You know that the weapons manufacturing division of Chase Industries is where the majority of the earnings come from. It’s basically the taproot of the company.”

“I know what my company does,” Annabeth utters sourly, “I thought you’d be ecstatic. You’re all for disarmament. Against the Iraq war and everything.”

Katie scowls and Annabeth knows she's in for it. “Don’t make this about me. You’re right, I want nothing more than world peace, but not like this Annabeth. I mean, you can’t say you’re okay after being held captive for so long. “

“I know what I’m doing.”

With a sigh, Katie adds, “I just hope you’re doing this the best way you can. That you’ve thought things through Annabeth. Because for once, I don’t think you have.”

Her first night back home, and she doesn’t sleep in her own bed.

Figures.

“You have nice hands right,” Annabeth says via intercom to Katie, chest open, halfway through heart surgery, if her heart still worked. “Small dainty?”

“What,” is Katie’s reply, more amused then confused after all of Annabeth’s strange requests over the years.

“Just get down to my lab.” she hangs up, looking over the second generation arc reactor, steadier, more efficient. There’s still room for improvement, but it will do the job for now. No more flickering.

She’s going to need it while she figures out what to do with Chase Industries. What to say to Arachne when she gets back from New York.

Arachne had left her to go handle the board, telling her to keep a low profile while she wrestled with the finance suits.

It’s only ten and the stocks have dropped twenty points so far.

“What is going on,” Katie voices as she makes her way to Annabeth’s side. “Forget it, just tell me what to do.”

Annabeth laughs, “I’m upgrading my heart.”

“Jesus is that’s what’s keeping you alive?” There’s a mix of horror and fascination on Katie’s features, eye’s widening in curiosity, her rich tanned skin blanching as she sees the opened up wall socket in Annabeth’s chest.

“Was, it is now an antique,” Annabeth explains, holding up the Mark II model, “now this will, once you plug it in.”

“Are you sure-I don’t think I’m qualified for this.”

“Of course you are,” she assures Katie, she’ll start to work on the Mach II suit once this is done, “I need your help,” she admits begrudgingly, “And you are the most capable and qualified and trustworthy person I’ve ever met.”

Katie looks over her work station, Annabeth sitting back, braless, a hole punched through her chest, old arc reactor half out. She’d tried to do it herself and quickly realized that it just wasn’t going to happen.

She needed a second pair of hands.

Hands she could trust.

“Okay,” Katie nods, “just tell me what to do.”

“Okay,” Annabeth states, and she finishes pulling out the old reactor, hearing the snap of the wires underneath, the exposed wire causing an unpleasant mummer as her heart beats. “Just toss this over there and then reach in and gently pull the loose wire out, make sure not to touch the socket wall.”

“Like in operation?” Katie says, nose scrunching in disgust as she reaches her hand into Annabeth’s chest. This coming from the same girl that didn’t scream at the sight of bugs and worms, happy to dig about in the terrace garden.

“Yeah,” Annabeth, says, black spots appearing in her vision. “Just be careful not to lift the magnet attached to-okay to late.”

Katie looks horrified, sickly green rising to her tan skin, “should I put it back in?”

“No,” Annabeth says, hearing the monitor beeping like crazy, there was that cardiac arrest. It could be worse, “just plug it in now.” “Okay,” Katie says, voice cracking as she tosses the magnet and wire and reaches in again, the wires clicking into place and Annabeth can breath again.

Well shit.

“Thank you,” she says with a sigh. Closing her eyes, letting her heartbeat stabilize. Annabeth twists it the rest of the way into place.

“Are you going to be okay,” Katie asks, looking down at her with murder in her eyes.

Annabeth just laughs, relieved. She’s been feeling that a lot lately. With a titanium alloy she can make the suit sleeker, more energy efficient, able to withstand handheld missiles. And with this new mach II she’ll have sustained flight. She’s streamline the design. It’ll give her more speed, more maneuverability.

“Don’t ever, ever, ever ask me to do something like that again.”

“Who else am I going to ask,” Annabeth replies softly, “I don’t have anyone but you.” She can’t imagine asking Grover to help her with this. It’s a little sad, that her closest friend is her assistant.

Maybe that’s why so many men cheat on their wives with their assistant.

“What should I do with the old one?”

“Destroy it,” Annabeth waves off, already heading back to her work station, looking over the files and opening a new private folder, “Festus,” she calls out to her A.I. “keep this on my servers only.”

“Gladly Miss,” Festus’ voice rings out through the room.

“You don’t want to keep it?”

“Katie, I’ve been called many things but nostalgic is not one of them. I never look back.”

Thalia is mentoring a new crop of air force pilots when Annabeth walks up to her, giving her space to finish and wave them off. Her inky black hair pulled back into a loose pony tail, wearing her jumpsuit with the same ease she wore leather jackets; the Keith Richards of the skies.

Amongst the sea of cameo green jumpsuits, she looks out of place in her jeans and Barbour blue jacket. Too casual.

“Hey Chase, feeling better yet?” There’s an edge to Thalia’s voice, reminding her that they’d never really talked after the press conference. She must think Annabeth’s lost her goddamn mind.

“Shut up Thalia,” Annabeth says, voice full of annoyance, “I've gotten through so many medical evaluations I'm pretty sure Katie called up every doctor in the bay area.”

“She's a great friend that one.”

“Well I do pay her for it,” Annabeth jokes.

Thalia clasps her around her shoulders, “it's good to see you man, it really is.”

“It's good to be here.” Annabeth sides out of her hold, smiling nonetheless. “Thanks for not giving up on me.”

“Of course not! Are you crazy! I love you too much bitch!” Her grin widens, offsetting her prominent crooked nose well. There’s lines around her eyes now when she smiles.

God, when did they both grow up?

“I know you do,” Annabeth states carefully, “I'm happy it was your dumb face I saw first. Wouldn't have wanted it any other way.”

Thalia snorts easily, shoulders shaking with laughter.

“Which is why I wanted to tell you about something I've been working on Thalia, something big,” She goes on carefully, voice low. She's stabilized the thrusters, flying even at 1% power. Once the suit was finished, she'd be really able to fly, finally live in to her nickname, the modern day Da Vinci, if she ever told the public about it. “I want you to be a part of it.” She knew no better pilot than her friend.

“Oh shit,” Thalia says looking over appraisingly at Annabeth, “You're about to make a lot of people very happy Annabeth!”

Dread pools in her stomach. That wasn't what she wanted at all. Not even close.

“No-I'm not-,” Annabeth rushes to explain. “This is not for the military. It’s something different. I’m not, It’s different.”

Her friend’s smile drop, serious for once. “Look Annabeth. You've just been through an incredibly traumatic situation. You need some time to process and think before you go about making any crazy decisions.” Says the same girl who'd joined the air force fresh out of high school while wearing fuck the man pins.

“What happened to the girl who ranted about the school to prison pipeline. Who hated Bush?”

“She grew up.”

For the first time, Annabeth had to wonder if Thalia even cared about the civilian casualties. Or if she was so blinded by the bigger picture.

“Annie, I want peace as much as anyone else but that's just not the world we live in. Go home, get some rest and we can talk about it all later.”

“Yeah,” Annabeth replies numbly, already running through the calculations for height and trajectory. She might break a world record if she took ice freeze into account.

“Festus are you up,” she calls out to her A.I.

“For you Miss, always,” the comforting voice of her interface calls out as Annabeth powers on all the lab. Looking over the plans one last time.

The suit was laid out on the table, her robotic assistants had wielded the components together while she’d been out. It gleamed silver in all its glory. Sleek, it should run like a dream. “Time to bolt me in, run the video, test run # 1.”

“I thought we were on flight test seventy-three Miss,” Festus informs her of all the thruster testing she’d gone through, receiving more than a few blasts of fire extinguisher from butterfingers.

“Maybe I should tone down the sarcasm,” Annabeth teases.

“My system is merely a reflection of your programing,” the little shit responds. Good old Festus.

Opting for a compression bodysuit and leggings she lets the robots screw her in, the suit coming to life around her, powered by the same reactor that now powers her heart.

A problem arises when they get to her long hair, loose strands getting in the way. She sighs, annoyed, reaching for a pair of scissors, “Festus, you wouldn’t mind projecting where I should cut for a pass-ible pixie cut?”

“Of course Miss.”

Her dad had often helped Annabeth braid her long blonde hair, always turning slightly green after a summer of swimming. She’d never really learned what to do with her hair other than toss it in a bun to keep it out of her eyes.

Her golden locks fall to the floor after a few cuts.

“Give it to me straight Festus.”

“You look fine Miss.”

“Robots,” she says with a smile and the rest of the armor fall into place, locking her into her titanium alloy flight suit, equipped with state of the arts defense and weaponry system. Nothing but the best for her. Just in case.

She still wasn’t sure where she was going with this. What she planned to do when she was finished.

“Systems check,” Annabeth says, moving about as Festus analysis’ the systems one last time, getting a feel for the suit. She has nearly all her mobility, heavier, feeling strange as she peers through a screen instead of her eyes only, body sequestered from the world around her.

“Everything seems to be in working order Miss. May I suggest a one percent preliminary flight test?”

Annabeth scoffs, a giddiness taking over her as she realizes how close she is to flight. Real fucking flight none of that airplane bullshit. “Engage Heads up display.”

“Check.” Festus almost sounds annoyed, as much as a robot can.

“Import all preferences from home interface.”

“Will do Miss.”

She looks around the room, overlay informing her of all her options, all the tech specs. It’s a heady way to look at the world.

“All right let’s take her for a little flight.” There’s a buzzing down to her fingertips that not tequila could reach. All the possibilities, all the math and plans coming together at last. Annabeth is giddy with excitement.

“I would advise caution Miss.”

“Festus,” she says with a smile, hidden underneath her helmet, “Sometimes you’ve got to run before you can crawl.”

“The calibration is complete and I have been uploaded Miss.”

“Alright them,” Annabeth grins, “Pull up the ATC and weather.” And then the thrusters come online and she’s flying like a rocket out of her garage and into the bay like a shooting star.

The speed makes precision hard to achieve but she knows she’ll get better with practice. It handles like a dream. Banking curves up, down, side to side, as she weaves into the city, passing over the lights of her city.

With her optics she can zoom in on people, singling them out from far below her, before turning up to the stars.

“Okay Festus lets see how much this baby can handle,” Annabeth says, heading up into the sky, passing by clouds that promise rain later. Spring in San Francisco is just as rainy as winter.

“Tread carefully Miss,” Festus says, “we have not field tested the antifreeze measures.”

“Just let me know Festus,” Annabeth snipes back, watching as the height climbs hundreds of feet a second, the suit growing cold around her. “Make a note to improve Insulation.”

“Yes Miss.”

Ice forms on her helmet as they push seventy thousand feet.

“Miss,” Festus warns.

“I got it. Reduce power to one percent,” Annabeth mutters, and then she’s falling, gravity doing the majority of the work, her thrusters only serving to give her some measure of maneuverability. The feeling of falling races through her body like a live wire, fear and adrenaline mixing together.

She laughs breathlessly.

“Miss!”

“Deploy flaps Festus.”

“Got it Miss.”

She slows down, moving to point her thrusters to the ground, to the water beneath her, still high enough to escape the sea breeze. She yells with excitement!

“Fuck it Festus let’s head home,” she calls out, powering back up to flight mode and shooting home like a rocket.

With this suit, she’ll never be helpless again.

#annabeth chase #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #grover underwood #katie gardner #mcu fusion #mcu au #mine #idk if i want to write iron man 2 or thor next?

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missfinefeather · 6 years

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KARKAT: WHAT A GODDAMN FAKER. I CAN'T FOR THE LIFE OF ME IMAGINE WHERE HE GOT THAT THING. KARKAT: I KNOW KANAYA SURE AS HELL DIDN'T MAKE IT FOR HIM. KARKAT: THE MAN LITERALLY HAS NO SHAME.

I know where he got the codpiece but not the outfit...

DAVE: i mean pretty much all religions are wrong but theres wrong and then theres WRONG DAVE: as in ZERO CHANCE YOU ARE EVER PROVEN RIGHT ABOUT EVEN A SINGLE THING DUDE, EVER EVER EVER

Heh... heh... heh...

God I wish...

DAVE: his bulge will probably deflate and make this high pitch noise plus corresponding flatulence

HAHAAHAHAAHAAHA OKAY, THAT WOULD BE A HILARIOUS XD

KARKAT: BUT THE REALITY IS IT WAS JUST ONE DAY, AND HE'D BE WELL WITHIN A REASONABLE FRAME OF MIND NOT TO GIVE A CRAP IN HINDSIGHT ABOUT THE GUY WHO TROLLED HIM ONCE THREE YEARS AGO. KARKAT: AND THE SAME GOES FOR JADE! KARKAT: I THOUGHT WE HAD A DECENT RAPPORT, BUT AGAIN, IT WAS ONE DAY FOREVER AGO. SHE PROBABLY BARELY REMEMBERS ME AT THIS POINT.

He does have a point, but on the other ends of things, it was kind of a huge day in their lives. I doubt they could forget all that shit. But I understand why Karkat would have doubts.

KARKAT: I CAN HARDLY CALL GAMZEE A FRIEND ANYMORE. WHO KNOWS IF MY FRIENDSHIP WITH TEREZI WILL EVER BE WHAT IT WAS BEFORE. I USED TO BE PRETTY CLOSE WITH KANAYA, BUT NOW SHE AND ROSE NEVER LEAVE EACH OTHER ALONE FOR MORE THAN A FUCKING MINUTE

Oof. I guess it is kind of a problem they are always together. Talk about marrying her friends...

DAVE: youre pretty damn tight with the mayor arent you KARKAT: THE MAYOR'S FRIENDSHIP IS A UNIVERSAL CONSTANT, AND I AM INSULTED BEYOND COMPREHENSION AS WELL AS MY CAPACITY TO VOMIT THAT YOU WOULD INSINUATE OTHERWISE.

HAHAAHAHA, true, the mayor is pretty awesome.

Goddamn, I’ve come along ways from when I thought of him as a distraction from the story.

DAVE: i will start being friends with john and jade again because they are my friends and never stopped being that DAVE: john will also be your friend because hes cool and also a doofus who is easy to be friends with DAVE: jade will be your friend too cause shes nice and likes being friends with people DAVE: i can personally guarantee that she will be happy to see you

She will, they all will! ^^

Man, I can relate to Karkat. I’ve had friends drift away in the past and I took that way too personally than I should have. It’s par from the course with self-esteem issues, if you don’t see value in yourself, you can’t understand other people having value in you.

But, the world isn’t that simple. People aren’t so cut and dry like that, so brutal. Many people have the same thoughts you’re having, and some may even look up to you. When you lose yourself to your own mind, it’s easy to forget that...

DAVE: and as for the new people i dont know about them but theyll probably be your friends too

I mentioned Dirk will probably relate to Karkat’s inner conflictions. I have to wonder about the others, though they maybe just cool about meeting some trolls.

DAVE: friendship lesson secured the end

#hs day 119 #Missfinefeather Liveblogs #Missfinefeather reads Homestuck #liveblog #homestuck liveblog #Homestuck #Homestuck Act 6 #Act 6 #blacklist Missfinefeather

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brunapith · 7 years

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soooooo, I was wondering.... what if Coraline’s cat is the same cat in Halloween Town (the one that climbs Sally’s lap while she sings).

Anyway, let’s start from the beggining. We all know that Coraline’s cat can walk through worlds and on the “Other Mom’s” world he talks and shit. We also know that when Jack goes to Christmas World he goes through a beautiful spiral (familiar?)

Another thing that we know is that Coraline, The Nightmare Before Christmas, Frankenweenie and Copse Bride are all Tim Burton’s movies, and we also have Paranorman, which isn’t a burton’s movie, but Chris Butler (director of Paranorman) worked with Burton on Coraline and said he got inspirations of his work.

Moving on, Doctor Finklestein in The Nightmare Before Christmas, could be the older version of Frankenweenie’s Victor Frankenstein, and Victor (Victor huh?) from Corpse Bride could be the same person but as a young adult.

In frankenweekie Victor had a dog, Sparky, that died and he did all that undead shit to him but then he finally accepted his dog’s death and let him go, now when he became an adult all that proposing to the dead girl thing happenend, and he ended up meeting with his long term friend, now Maggot, again (and Maggot is only made of bones because it has been so long since he started to decompose), after all that he grows old and Maggot, or Zero, is now merely a ghost of his beloved friend.

Going back to Victor, or... Victors, Victorin Corpse Bride fell in love with Victoria (cute huh?) but as they grew old together she died first and he made it as his lifegoal to bring her back to life, I mean, he did it to his dog didnt he? So in The Nightmare Before Christmas he creates Sally, but she’s nothing like Victoria, which makes him pretty disapointed because even their personalities are different, so he moves on to make another him.

they look alike, don’t they?

okay he look pretty fucked up here but it could be him, his head is still weird shaped.

Anyway, going back to the universes and the doors, we know that the “other mom” in Craline has a limited knowledge about Coraline’s world, so whenever Coraline tries to walk away from the house she ends up in the same place because the motherfucker mom has a limited imagination, and in The Nightmare Before Christmas the towns are almost like that, you can see that Halloween Town and Christmas Town are both small and limited, the rest is just a bit of basic shit like sknow or threes.

So what if Coralined button eyed mom came out of Halloween Town? She found a way to travel through the worlds like the cat does and never came back to her own. And what about the three kids in Coraline?? They’re the same as the ones in The Nightmare Before Chistmas, I mean they have a small difference, in one movie theres two girls and one boy and the other is the opposite but who cares??? I’m already going to far with it to stop.

Since the kids in Jack’s movie are very curious it wasnt hard for the weird ass mom to convince them to go with her, but they ended up having their ayes ripped off. They do look alike, at least the girl with the hat and the round face boy.

Congratulations if you read all of this, tell me if you have anymore crazy ideas about it.

Proudly, Bruna

#conspiracy theories #the nightmare before christmas #paranorman #frankenweenie #halloween #corpse bride #tim burton #coraline #coraline's cat #Jack Skellington

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grammaticalmustaches · 4 years

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KETTLE KATCHERZ FEEL FREE TO READ

under a read more due to length oops

suddenly overcome with love for my players. its a constant emotion but im feeling it so big right now.

theyre just so invested in the world! and their characters! and theyre so kind!?! truly i think dnd brings out the best in people.

i gave them some kenku that are having trouble integrating with a community because of the language barrier and now my players are out of game diving into esl education to make a communication book to help them get basic ideas across.

it is an ongoing joke that they adopt every npc i give them and its not much of a joke bc no lie i think there are just as many npcs who travel with the party as there are actual pcs. actually i just counted there are exactly as many party npcs as there are pcs. three of those npcs are kind of just one npc who at one point shared a consciousness but are now separate(-ish) beings and one of those npcs is just a small horde of dust bunnies that occasionally either makes or cleans up messes so you could argue the numbers dont actually line up but it is still an absurd number of npcs to have adopted. i have to plan reasons npcs cant or dont want to go on adventures as one of the first character points i make otherwise their party would be triple its size. i am constantly forgetting how many npcs they have with them at all times but they Dont forget and make points to include them in conversations and decision making.

i just think dnd brings out the best in people!!!

also i lowkey hate making maps but maps are important for understanding the world so iv been doing research and shit and trying to get better at it but! my players literally help with that? not just in making it fun and rewarding but like literally help with the task of it?

as in we just came from a city that one of my players spent a few years at so he drew a map of the city and wrote me out a Huge world building document about the city and its culture and like, climate and neighborhoods and what was important to his character while living there and everything! and another player gave me a six page document that included maps about the territory their character grew up in like, almost at the very beginning of our campaign! i havn’t even had a chance to use any of that information yet because they come from a very far away place! they dont care they Had Fun making me this big old document! and now we’re visiting a player’s childhood home and They’ve offered to make the map for the area! that would be three whole maps all player made!!!

theyre just so invested and make things so easy on me!!! it is so easy to dm a group that is constantly focused on Working With the world and moving their characters forward!

and its a super homebrewed campaign partially bc i honestly think thats not only more fun but how dnd is Meant to be played, with some creativity and making shit up on the spot, but also my players are so good!!! about shit being homebrew!!! when something comes up we dont know the rules for or which rules dont exist for we work together to decide what happens!!! if someone knows a rule i dont they let me know and i can ask them what they think happens given the rules that do apply and we make decisions together on how it works with a focus on what makes the most compelling story!

its just so truly OUR game!!! my beloved comrades!!!

Also like, its been off and on and we’ve taken breaks but we’ve been playing since March 2019? and people have added and left and like i said we’ve had to take breaks but in the end this is not a campaign i can imagine not being in anymore. i cannot imagine this campaign ending just because, like, there’s just so many of them who are so invested!!! and Im so invested! to be honest this campaign is one of the most fun and rewarding things in my life and one of my favorite things about it is how confident i am that it is going to be a constant in my life for a long time. like im really able to just Revel in this campaign and sink hours of work into weird bullshit and plan out arcs and enemies and friends and plot hooks and aesthetic bullshit i dont expect our party to meet for Quite a while because i just! i have no fear that this is going to end!

One of my players got a symbol from our campaign tattooed onto their flesh body? art that i made for dungeons and dragons? it will be on their human body for the rest of their life? and another got a tattoo that (partially) represents what this campaign means to them? another has told me they would love to get a campaign related tattoo with me someday? there is a tattoo in game that binds (most of) the pcs to each other and there has been talk about us getting that tattoo together?

i cannot think about this for too long or i go insane. i made some shapes on canva and spent the whole time wishing i had ms paint because ms paint is my level of art and these are designs that are being added to bodies because we have collectively installed so much emotion and meaning into them.

i am losin gmy mind.

and like, iv already sunk lowkey a kind of unreasonable amount of time (esp for someone who just went back to school and has homework!) into making my kenku soundboard and mixtape but its been such a passion project already and the whole time iv been working on it iv had Zero fear of the reception because i Know and Trust that my players will think my first attempt at using garageband is sick as hell even if its kind of not because they are just crazy supportive and love our world like i cant even really call it my world its truly Our world and! we all love and contribute to it!!!???!!!

I just love my party so much!!!

i just!!! truly think!!! dnd brings out the best in people!!!

at the end of every session we do a rose/bud/thorn (thing we liked/thing we’re looking forward to/thing that could be improved or issue wed like to bring up) to check in with how the session went!!! we discuss things we didnt like and how wed change them!!!

they challenge me Constantly not just in pushing my capabilities as a growing dm but they also speak up and challenge my decisions when they disagree!

i jsut cannot get over how truly we are Working Together in all aspects to make this campaign what it is.

i have a tendency to move dnd at a crawling pace where every hour of every day is meticulously role played. and they told me they didnt like that and now we work together to make things move faster! and it doesnt always work and we still dont move that fast but weve brainstormed several options and tried a few new things to make it easier for me to go faster!

PROBLEM SOLVING INSIDE AND OUTSIDE OF GAME

dnd! brings out! the best in people!

and also also also theres like, Multiple players who really hate using technology and sometimes esp video chatting. and most sessions currently people’s thorns have been tech issues/being on video. but wer still all (mostly) show up every session! we still submit to the mortifying ordeal of being seen/heard on discord!

some of my players have an accented character voice and i love them So So So Much for this and it makes me feel confident and comfortable enough to try my best at (when i remember to) doing character voices for npcs but we are not critical role and we are certainly not voice actors so none of our voices are very good or consistent! and my players with accents get self conscious about this pretty often but like!!! they are TRYING!!! they are GIVING IT THEIR ALL!!!

what more could anyone possibly ask of them?

multiple players have come to me concerned and looking for advice/help because they dont think theyre very good at role play/staying in character. we’ve got people who so dedicated theyre stepping Way outside their comfort zone and then turning around and apologizing for how far a walk it was??? they are giving it Their All and their biggest concern is how to give MORE?

i had a moment last session where i realized that our current arc is literally exactly the kind of arc i Dreamed of dming when i was first starting out. like, not to toot my own horn but its legitimately open world and they have a mystery that they need to get to know a small community and find out what everyone knows and put all the pieces together to figure out what happened. i used to scroll through dm forums Endlessly looking for Any advice on how to plan a good mystery and i didnt think id ever be at the point where i could actually pull a mystery Or an open world arc off. but like, here i am. its going pretty great so far.

also this current arc is one of the First i ever thought up for this campaign. obviously it’s changed and evolved a lot since original concept but like. just a Bit emotional over, ya know. finally getting here and having it be even better than i imagined. how far we’ve all come, in and out of game. the fact that my players had so much fun talking to my prize npc kenku whom i have been developing for literal years now and adore beyond reason that they are learning about esl studies to help them integrate into the coven they are trying to join.

DND! BRINGS OUT! THE BEST IN PEOPLE!

COLLABORATIVE STORYTELLING. WORKING TOGETHER TO CRAFT MEANING. LOVING AND SUPPORTING EACH OTHERS CREATIVE DECISIONS. MAKING DICK JOKES.

THIS IS WHAT DND IS ALL ABOUT BABY.

#dnd #for anyone wondering what this super long post is: tl;dr i love my players and our campaign #kettle katcherz #thought i finished writing this very long post #then Went Off in the tags #to the point i got cut off #so i went back and added my tags to the actual post.#sorry not sorry that i just love my players beyond tag limit

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