#big week for people who were growing up in the 00s

[hollenka99]

Wake up babe, new duck song just dropped.

And another one later this year???

[empressgeekt]

Trolls - Accidental Knight and the end of the world (Field of Forget-me-nots au - what if?) -PART 3!!!!

Okay, so this is a what if off of second movie of the FoF au (this post), where Barb won. This was inspired by the fic "The Beginning of the End" by AnimationFan2006 on Ao3. Pls go give it a read. I highly recommend that anyone go to look at the rest of the Field of Forgetmenots au. And I had to split it in half because I posted the first one at 2:00 am. Here is that first post! and here's part 2

Now on to the plot...

Lets jump into the ocean and at the rubble of the techno kingdom. Synth wasn't sure to count himself horribly unfortunate or incredibly lucky. He had rushed off to the restroom, during the last rave. Said rest room had been destroyed by the Rock troll subs and Synth was left unconscious after the ceiling caved in on him. He wakes up to his home destroyed and a pounding headache. For about an hour or too, he flits around looking for any other survivors. Eventually, Sharks chase him out of the reef, now that there's no guards on duty or music playing, predators are flooding into the place.

The open Ocean is tough, Synth feels tiny with all the giant fish, whales and sharks. Also very lonely, he had grow up always surrounded by people, now there was no one. He doesn't remember much of the attack, but he does remember the Rock music. Usually other tribe music wasn't played in the reef, but the few records they did have were used in school so children could learn how to identify the difference between them. Well, all the tribes but pop and the sub-genres. If Rock had turned Synth needed to find help. So he just kept swimming....and swimming...and swimming.

Its after who know how long of dodging Fish, Squids, sharks, whales, and Dolphins (He thought they were friends, yo!), exhaustion and nearly starving to death, that he decides to find fresh water. Most land creatures lived by fresh water sources right? And even better he wouldn't have to deal with sharks....Well Swimming in land had it's own issues. Fresh water had Frogs, and alligators, and unknown plants. But that wasn't even the worse part. In land rivers were flooded with Zombified techno trolls. Synth is horrified by these monsters with the faces of his friends. Thankfully however the zombies aren't as good with their hydrokinesis as Synth was, so he could defend himself. However, by this point he was running on fumes. After a particularly bad fight, he passes out and the river current carries him into the lake, where he's sucked up into a bunch of pipes and is spit out in Bridget's bathroom sink.

Bridget has had a hard few weeks. There was still no word from Poppy, and she was getting really worried. Gristle was her rock, and she loved him to bits for it, but still she found that she didn't like no knowing what was going on outside. Word of Mount Rageous falling and Vacay island was shocking and scary news, especially when you consider how big those cities are in comparison to troll village. They still weren't sure what exactly was attacking them, but Gristle has put in mass emergency protocols in to place. Meaning, stocking up on water, food and other supplies, fortifying defenses and putting up a curfew to keep their people safe. All the stress of the passed couple weeks, has Bridget unable to sleep, so she tries to calm her self with a water cup, only to turn on the sink and shriek when something other then water falls out of the faucet. Gristle is running into the bathroom hearing her shout, and they both marvel at the tiny creature that infiltrated the castle. At first Bridget thought it was troll, but the glowing skin and fins didn't fit with the troll they know. Still they notice that the little creature is wounded, so Gristle orders for a physician for the creature and a plumper to check the pipe filters, because they are clearly not doing their job.

The doctor can't really do much for the creature, as they don't know much about their physiology. However, they do try to wrap their wounds (a challenging task with the small limbs and delicate/super slippery skin) and recommend to the King and queen-in-waiting that they set up the creature in a shallow water filled tray with a padded bottom. Bridget does her best to follow the doctors orders, padded a water tray and laying the creature in the water leaving their face above water and the rest of their body submerged.

Synth eventually wakes up after a few days. He's sore and hungry, but he's alive. Even better, someone had wrapped up his wounds. He had finally found help! It takes a little effort, but Synth figures out how to flop of the lovely water dish he woke up in and walk on his fins. Bridget finds him like this and after some initial shock on both sides the two get to talking. Synth talks about how Rock trolls attacked his people and he's looking for help. Bridget learns a lot more about the troll world and with answers in hand she takes Synth and they go talk to Gristle. The Bergen king is a little unsure about what to do with the new information. Bridget wants to go out and find the rock trolls, but Gristle once more has to hold her back, since they have no idea where the rock trolls are. Still Gristle does allow Synth to stay as long as he needs, and if they every come up with a plan to save his people they'd help. At this moment, Chad and Todd enter the room, and inform Gristle and Bridget that their are some Vacationers outside of the gate asking for sanctuary.

Brandy has had a hard few weeks. She and the other mothers (plus a few single dads) had spent a few weeks on the open water, before beaching on the main land and moving on foot. Her little ones are in different states of shock. The older ones (and Labreezy), are scared but they're putting on brave faces for their younger siblings, who are missing their daddy, and about three steps from a meltdown at all times. All the mothers and single dads are pulling together to keep all the kids safe, a fact that Brandy is grateful for since nearly half of the children there are hers. She listens to the radio every night after the kids are asleep, the other's used to listen too, but when they hear of the fall of Vacay island, they stop. Brandy never stops.

Eventually, after long weeks of traveling they come across BergenTown. The rest of the group is eager to ask for aid after their food and water supplies have been completely depleted, however Brandy is hesitant. Her children are half troll. There were many nights when she and Bruce had first gotten together when she would hear him wake up crying from nightmares about the place. Living as livestock, even from just hearing about it, is no way to live. Brandy wasn't sure she could take her children in there and watch these creatures feed off her husband's people with out going mad. However, they had no more food or water. Her babies need a proper meal and a good night's rest. Brandy reluctantly agrees, but makes the other's swear not to mention her husband. Her babies might not be troll sized but she doesn't want to take chances.

After speaking with the guards, they're told that only one may come in to plead with the king. The other adults decide that Brandy should go in. She is by far the smartest of them, and she knew about bergens before coming here. Inside she is a raging kermit (seriously just because she knew about them, doesn't mean she knows how to talk to creatures who ate her children's grandparents!), however she keeps all that inside and lets the guards lead her through the town. Bergentown isn't like Vacay island. The colors are dulled and leaned more towards green then yellow and blue. The People make her feel small, Vacationers being only half the size of Bergens at best, and she couldn't imagine what it was like for Bruce to grow up here. In the corner of her eye she sees what could only be the troll tree, and she looks away quickly, not wanting to see her love's people trapped, but at the same time missing that the cage is gone and the tree is empty.

To her relief, The Bergen King is a young man, and on the smaller side. A little less intimidating then she thought he would be. Brandy thinks she's doing alright, until another bergen walks in. A girl around the same age as the king, in a fancy pink dress. The look she shares with the king is one that Brandy recognizes, young love. Then she notices what the girl is holding. A tray with a Techno troll on it. Techno Trolls usually stopped by the island every now and again, but Brandy knew they never came this far inland. For a moment she fears that she's about to witness a troll losing their lives, but then said troll speaks up, asking her name. When she answers, The Troll asked if she ran the cantina, and upon confirming she did, to her shock the troll advocates for her and the King listens. The king and the girl leaves for a moment, and Brandy approaches the troll asking if he was alright. Synth, after introducing himself, says he's as good as he's going to get. Bridget and Gristle are good hosts, and from him Brandy learns about how there's supposedly peace between the trolls and them, and from her Synth learns about the whole eating trolls thing. Which he is grossed out by but he'd been there for over a week, most of which he was unconscious for, and nothing bad has happened. Still he'll ask. The King returns and says that her people will be given sanctuary, and since he knew that she worked in the restaurant he offers for Brandy to work in the kitchens while her family is housed in the castle. She accepts the offer a little skeptical, and vows that if any trolls enter that kitchen she'd let them go.

After two weeks, Brandy is relieved to find that the peace was an actually true thing, and the kitchen staff was treated very well in BergenTown. She forms a quick friendship with Bridget, who has a habit of cleaning when stressed so she helps Brandy after dinner is served, despite practically being a princess. The Bergen girl is sweet, and it isn't too long before, Brandy is handing out advise to her that could be described as motherly. IT also helps that Bridget loves playing with the children (yea, Gristle was a little shocked by the sheer number of children he just invited into the castle). Things seem to start to settle by this point. Brandy has a way to keep a stable life for her and the kids, and for now their safe. She still misses Bruce, but she hasn't given up hope on him yet. Especially when she starts getting morning sickness. When she figures out that kid number fourteen is on the way, she laughs, because of course she and Bruce would have a child in the middle of the apocalypse. Still she keeps calm and carries on, hoping for another girl.

Back at the golf course, Demo excitedly reveals that the letter is from Hickory and that he has opened a line of communication with Pop troll prisoners, including Queen Poppy. Viva jumps on that, she wants to know everything about what's happening to her sister, and if they had seen her Dad. There's nothing in the letter about Peppy, much to her distress, and all that's on Poppy is that she was being tortured and that they want her out sooner then later. Viva is horrified, and wants to get her sister out right now, but everyone has to tell her to slow down. They need a plan first. Keith asks if they can get Branch out and the letter does mention him but Queen Barb is keeping him close, so they might not be able to. Keith is heavily disappointed.

For now all they can do is keep sending letters back and forth, slowly forming a plan to get the prisoners out. They do get something solid going. It's a long shot but it could work. However, when the subject of leave the golf course comes up, Clay becomes very vocal about not leaving, and surprisingly Viva doesn't back him up. This causes the two of them to argue, Clay wanting to know why Viva has changed her mind and suddenly wants to abandon everything they've worked for, and Viva cant' lose her sister again. Especially if she's out there being tortured (basically reversing their movie roles).

John Dory Floyd and Bruce all pull him out of the room, and start a long over due conversation. This only serves to piss Clay further off, especially when John and Bruce are agreeing that he's out of line. The middle brother just loses it at them, screaming about how he had finally found a place where he was respected as a leader, and now John has come running into his life trying to control everything, and that everyone is blind to what JD is doing, controlling them, trying to get his band back together, with made up story.

Bruce: Whoa whoa whoa, what are you talking about?

Clay: Oh so now you want to listen?!

JD: do you really think I would orchestrate the end of the world just to get Brozone back together?

Clay: Of course you would! All you've ever done is try to ruin my life with that stupid band of yours!! You did it when we were kids, but that wasn't enough for you ! You had to come back and do it again! Well guess what I'm not going to let you trick everyone and ruin everything again!

JD: I never wanted to ruin everything Clay! I want you all safe.

Clay: pfff, yeah right. You just want me to be your dancing fun boy puppet. Keep me in a little box! Never take me seriously!

JD: I didn't mean to put you in a box...

Clay: Oh, yeah then what did you mean to do? Make me into a doll?

JD: no! it was to keep you safe and get food on the table!

Clay: Don't try to make yourself into a hero here, John Dory, you were just a bossy controlling parasite. How in the world would making me a 'fun boy' keep me safe!

JD: Because the Chef never took trolls that made the others Happy! That was the whole point of the band! To make you all more important alive then on a platter! So ,you wouldn't get taken like...like...

Silence....

Floyd: John?

JD: *sigh* The last thing mom and dad told me was to take care of you.

Bruce: and the band was your way of doing that.

JD: yeah...I first I thought it would just be me, doing shows, earning money, putting food on the table. One by one you each wanted in and...*shrugges*

Clay: W-what about Grandma, she had money you didn't need to sacrifice our childhoods to put "food on the table"

JD: She was retired, sure her pension was enough for her to live off of but plus five growing boys? And that's not even covering the house bills or ya'lls school.

Clay: well, what about the perfect family harmony?

JD: What?

Clay: You know perfect family harmony? The thing we failed and then you abandoned us for !

JD: Oh...that...it wasn't my idea originally.

Clay: What?

JD: yeah, King Peppy asked me to do it. It was supposed break the cage...so we could escape...

Clay: what?!

Floyd: That's why you were so stressed...you were trying to save us...

Bruce: why did you say anything. I could've helped you. If I had understood what was going on....

JD: you would've panicked. Besides it wasn't your job to help me. I was the oldest, I had to be the leader, I had to be the one to worry, so the rest of you didn't have to.

Clay: *rolling his eyes* yeah real good job you did there.

Bruce: Clay...

Clay: Oh please, sure he's not as big of a jerk as I thought, but don't tell me you've forgotten all he did to us! He shoved us in to roles and made life hell! Floyd had issues talking about his own problems, because he was so busy dealing with ours! I couldn't even keep my hair its natural color! You couldn't even look at yourself in the mirror without having horrible thoughts about your body!

Bruce: Clay I-

JD: I'm sorry...I-I never wanted to hurt you.

Clay: Then why did you?

JD: Because I thought if I gave you roles then you wouldn't have to change yourselves. Bruce was young, handsome and obsessed with romance novels. Floyd could cry at the drop of a hat. You were always laughing or jumping onto something. I thought if I gave you labels then you wouldn't have to change for the fans. I was trying to make it easier for you. If you were wild no one would judge you. If Floyd cried no one would call him names. If Bruce flirted with a random girl it wouldn't be seen as weird. I-I just didn't think you'd out grow them so quickly....I'm sorry.

Bruce: Oh Johnny...

Clay: You-you should've told us all this.

JD: I know.

Clay: So, you really aren't here to ruin everything, to force me back...now that i'm serious?

JD: Of course not! Clay you could be and evil psychopathic murderer, and i could care less! I'm just happy you're alive! I mean after I went back and the tree was empty...

Floyd: You went back? Even after 'goodbye forever'?

JD: I didn't mean it...I always meant to come back...but when i did...no one was there. *sigh* But enough about me, there's one other critter in the room we need to address. Clay what's your issue with Keith?

Clay: Issue I don't have an issue.

Bruce: Clay, tell us what's going on.

Clay: Nothing's going on! So, what if I fucked up so bad that Branch had to go live with a foster parent and got saddled with a kid and then got turned by psycho evil queen! It's fine!

Floyd: Clay you didn't fuck up...

Clay: I did! I never left the tree! I just moved to a different pod and...never talked to Branch or grandma...I wanted to after the escape...but...I should've been there, I should've stayed with them...Branch had to find a new family and it's all my fault...

Floyd: It's not just you're fault Clay, we all left. Hell, I promised I'd go back and I never did! now Branch is gone and...*Weeps*

JD: We're gonna get him back *hugs Floyd* and nothing's going to keep us apart again. This family's going to stick together best we can from now on.

Bruce: Keith included.

Clay: I need to apologize to him...

JD: We all do...to both of them...

(wow that segment took way too long)

With the air cleared between the bio-brothers things move on a little smoother, Clay is still hesitant to leave the golf course considering the threat but he wants Branch back now two. The apology to Keith didn't go great, kid still hated all of them, but Clay wasn't hostile anymore.

Demo continued to keep writing Jovi, and soon they had a plan in place. Demo would sneak back into the city, and help Jovi move the prisoners outside the boarders, hiding them in stage equipment and shipping them out to an out of city venue for an obsure band that hired Demo as a manager. The out of city venue would be Rhonda, where a team of select trolls would be waiting to receive the escapees. Along with Jovi since it's getting harder to hide his mixed nature and he's worried about getting Zombified. The date and place is set...

What they don't know is that Debbie had intercepted their fruit bat and Barb knows all about the deal. Originally she wanted to take out Jovi immediately, however Riff suggests that she waits so she can crush all of the rebellion at the exchange. She likes this idea better, after all she had been looking for the perfect place to execute the pop queen, what better then to do so in front of her allies with the blade of her noble knight. Hickory catches wind of this, and manages to send the large amount of Rockers that Barb originally wants to intercept the trade off on a wild goose chase. He thinks he's saved the mission.

Demo enters the city with a sick stomach, he's now and enemy of the state. it's hard to interact with Val and Petra after everything. He's really glad when he meets up with Jovi to get the other's out. The prisoners or Snackpack as they were called her honestly really sweet, and he felt bad about what they went through. And shockingly amongst them was the funk princes, unturned.

Poppy isn't so sure of the hope that bubbles in her belly at the sight of two trolls that sneak into her cell late at night. Jovi has proven to be kind but she's still wary of this Demo guy, though he is amusing with all his formalities around her. Seeing her brother and friends was a balm her soul needed, though it didn't settle her fear as they were sneaked out the city. It isn't until the heat of the sun and fresh air, hit her skin outside of the city and she sees the little green trolling running into her arms do her colors begin to brighten. Poppy would Hug Keith with all she had. In the back ground she could hear the others talking with the trolls that Demo had found and came in contact with, but she didn't pay them any mind well until the whislte of and arrow shots past and someone screams. Poppy would look up and whisper in horror, "Branch?"

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There will be a part 4

[ouiouibaguettt]

Love beneath the shirt pt.2

Jana Fernandez x Aria O’Hara (oc)

@liverpoolfan96​ here is the part2!!

warnings: no one

words: +1k

Masterlist - part.1

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ARIA’S POV:

When I messaged Jana, a week after our match, I couldn't remember ever having been so nervous in my life. I was at Lola's house that night with Carmen and Virginia, and I saw that my phone had vibrated. When I looked at it to see what was going on, I had a sudden rush of heat.

@janafernandez3 liked your story @janafernandez3 replied to your story: 😳😳

The story in question was a photo of me lifting weights that the team photographer took. "I think she has a crush on you Ari" Carmen said to me as she appeared behind me. "AHH!" I exclaimed, jumping up with my phone in my hands. "You scared me Carmen never do that again" I said with my hand in my heart after grabbing my phone in midair. "Oops?" she apologized as she sat back down next to Virgina. "Do you think I should ask her out like tomorrow night?" I asked Lola, "I think it would be good for you two to get to know each other a bit more" she said as she thought about it "And you'll be cute together" she added as she pinched my cheeks. "Yes, look at baby America and baby Spain together!" she said a little too excitedly. "Well I'll ask her then" I said with a little nervousness in my voice.

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It was time for my meeting with Jana, I would be lying if I said I wasn't stressed. I was currently at the meeting point, looking at the latest stories and posts on instagram, when I spotted her. "Hey Jana" I said as I stood up to greet her, "Hi Aria" she said, "Are you ready to go?" I asked "Yes I'm ready, let's go I've been looking forward to this since last night" she admitted as she looked down at the ground, her cheeks flushed "Is that true?" I asked pleasantly surprised, "Of course I was looking forward to it Aria, don't doubt it" she said as she looked at me with a beautiful smile. "Thank you, your smile is very cute too" she told me as she started to walk forward. "I spoke loudly right?" I asked blushing, catching up with her "Yes but it's cute" she said.

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I don't know how much time has passed since then but I know I don't want it to stop. "Why did you choose to be on loan this season? "she asked, "Honestly, I always looked up to my sister Kelley, growing up, and it was through her that I discovered the sport but the thing is, I'm younger and less experienced than her, so despite the games I play whether they're good or bad I get compared to her, At Gotham FC I wasn't Aria O'Hara, I was Aria, the little sister of the big star Kelley O'Hara, and that played a lot on my mind because I can't talk to my sister about it and that's how I ended up in the club office asking for a loan. "I admitted. "It must have been very complicated, but I'm glad you went on loan here in Spain," she said. "Why Atlético de Madrid anyway? Were there no other clubs? Not that I'm criticizing, I'm just wondering?" she added. "I'm glad I was loaned out here too, I must admit, I've met some very nice people" I confessed. "And I don't really know, I just know that it was a good team and that I could only get better as the season went on" I said. "Great meetings eh? Who are they?" she asked. "Virginia, Lola and Carmen are definitely nice to meet but I was surprised by this beautiful girl from Barcelona" I admitted, "Oh yeah? And what is this girl like off the field?". Hm, I don't know, what are you like off the field?" I asked with a small smile. "I don't know, I'd say, adorable, cute, nice" she said, sticking her tongue out at me. "You forgot beautiful" I admitted.

When I pulled out my phone, I was shocked to see that it was already 00:46. "Should we go? You have practice tomorrow and I don't want your team to arrive in Madrid because you didn't sleep much because of me" I asked, "Yes you're right" she said as she got up from the sand and held out her hand to help me up. "Anyway I loved this evening with you. I can't wait to do it again soon," she admitted, smiling at me, "I also enjoyed the evening with you, Jana. And I can't wait to do it again," I admitted, imitating her smile, "Go on, I think Bruna will be worried if you don't," I added, "Oops, have a good flight home and let me know when you've landed. Good night Linda" she said kissing my cheek before walking in the opposite direction of me. "Good night Jana" I said a little late.

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"I still can't believe you flew to see a girl" is the first thing Virginia says to me when she sees me at the airport, "Wow, hello to you too how are you?" I say as I hug her. "Oops sorry, how are you? Did your flight go well?" she asked "Yes it did, my flight went well thank you" I said. "And to answer your question, what I can't believe is that it went very well and that she is also looking forward to doing it again soon" I said with great enthusiasm. "I'm glad it went well for you then" she confessed, putting her arm around my shoulders as we left the airport. "Off to the house now," she announced. "I can't wait to get back to my bed and the girls" I admitted between two yawns.

TO jana💙❤️ I'm home safe don't worry.

FROM jana💙❤️ Ok nickel, rest well tonight for your training, good night linda, x

TO jana💙❤️ Thanks, good night to you too Jana x

When I went to bed that night I had never been so happy in my life and I hope it lasts.

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[iantimony]

tuesday line go up (derogatory)

hello from the end of my workday. writing this on my office computer as i watch my simulation crash in real time in the background. convergence line go up :(

listening: astonishing legends the body on the moor part 1, for some reason astonishing legends is such good Cleaning And Organizing noise to my brain. i've raised my eyebrow at some of their conclusions sometimes but i love a good unsolved mystery that doesn't focus on true crime what i can say

more 00s, just whatever shit the spotify algorithm spits out basically..."hard and heavy headbanging tuesday afternoon". i think for brevity i am going to focus on posting only the things that stuck out to me or are ear worms at the moment, which for this week is miss murder by afi, the kill by 30 seconds to mars, and out of control by hoobastank, especially the line in the latter after the chorus that goes 'and i may never know the answer to this endless mystery' that for some reason tickles my brain.

reading: Bring Back Those Pumped Italian Sodas (Anna Hezel): i LOVE italian sodas. the candy shop on main street near me does italian sodas and it is my favorite little treat to do a hot girl walk downtown and get a little bevvy to come with me. they whip so hard. bring them back everywhere!!!!!!!!!!!!

elitism is the enemy of the people (Mina Le) and the linked The machine in the garden. (Emily Sundberg) ... discourse(tm) about What Substack Is For, which means nothing to me as a non-substack user. i use a rss reader to follow a few specific substacks but i do not use the platform even a little bit. sundberg seems to disparage the list format (shoutout to miss deb perelmen who i saw in there as an example of things that are pushed on the platform now) (deb's newsletter is one of the ones i follow with my rss feed lol) slash the concept of "list of content I’m consuming" which. looks at my weekly roundup posts. lol. i do understand to an extent, though - does my weekly roundup post make me a Writer(tm)?? i would kinda agree that no not really.

this zine that i think i reblogged yesterday is very cute.

watching: i saw the new alien movie with a friend! it was really good, i enjoyed it, i did look up the jumpscares beforehand because i do not do well with those in theaters especially the big imax ones, but it ended up not being necessary - the local theater here has no imax or any of the big surround sound gimmick things, which i actually prefer, and it also means the tickets were dirt cheap. 10/10 experience. the movie itself was fun, the correct amount of peen/vag imagery that one would expect from an alien movie. important to note that the dehumanization of an android character (who is also the only black character and strongly autism coded) is a big plot thing, it is not Good that he is treated that way and that is also a plot thing but it is important to know going in so it's not a surprise (thanks to someone in a server i'm in for pointing that out, i didn't clock it as being potentially triggering when i saw it but i was like ohh yeah that does make sense to warn people about). really good cast and plot overall, there was only like one point where i was like "whyyy nooo that makes no sense, why would you do that" (without too much spoiling, the gravity turns on and off in a portion and they were just. zooming up an elevator shaft using the lack of gravity. like why would you not be staying near the ladder. you KNOW it's going to turn off at some random point. anyways), but in general the decisions the characters made were really reasonable which made it very fun to watch the consequences of like, yeah, that is also the choice i would have made, shit. the ending made me go EUGH!! in a good way. lots of good easter eggs that i probably missed some of. made me weirdly nostalgic for my dad because when i was growing up he had a life-size hyper-realistic rubber facehugger model. he used to mime getting attacked by it. my mom hated that fucking thing. it must have gotten thrown out or given away at some point. anyways, as the kids would say: it's kino

thank u celestialtourguide for ur dropout login xoxo, i have been watching a lot of 'make some noise'. i love how sometimes you can hear the crew laughing in the background.

youtubesphere:

jimmy robins: The Fallout of Watcher's Betrayal, what sparked me looking more at dropout. also found out from the comments section that sam reich is son of robert reich ??? wild

finished the george r r martin problem. basically: yeagh

dangelo wallace: not gonna link em all but his videos on chapell roan, katy perry, blake lively, and starbucks. pop culture updates that mean nothing to me. good background noise tho

mina le: underconsumption-core, travel outfits, and Paul Mescal’s shorts, the luxury of privacy & the celebrity vs. influencer paradox. my boyfriend is a proponent of the tiny inseam shorts and i wholly encourage it. more of that, please, from everyone.

made in the moment: My Crafty Boston Apartment Tour. as someone who is also just moved into my own apartment alone for the first time and is in the process of making the space feel like mine, this hits interestingly.

playing: dnd as normal. i finally got to go mask-off, was replaced by a doppleganger like six months ago and finally got to pop off and kill some guys and beat the shit out of my friends lol >:b i have also moved the game that i run to biweekly instead of weekly. i just have too much fucking things happening and dm burnout real.

making: evil eye coasters! these made me very nervous because of how streaky the underglaze is! so i did the tedious task of re-coloring in around my sgraffito lines of my [redacted] coasters. clear coated them and crossing my fingers. these coasters are also too thin, two of them are too warped to use as coasters so ill have to figure out what to do with them. maybe drilling a hole (carefully...) so i can hang them up somewhere? the [redacted] coasters are like twice the thickness so i don't think they'll be warped as bad thankfully.

i also. made. mesopotamian foot bowl :) i did not have a reference image at the time because that happened to be when the t mobile towers went down for a few hours last saturday so i kinda just freeballed it but he looks. so silly i love him. i think im gonna have to modify him, i was chatting with the studio owner about it and she was like "if you threw that bowl on a wheel you should hollow the legs out, wheel pottery twists slightly as it dries and that plus the drying rates being different will make them just pop right off", which, i can always glue them back on! but i should give him the best odds possible. bonus lil tushy

i made a BIG BOWL !! it's not really clear from the image but it's the most clay i've ever thrown at once, i think it's like. 2.5 lb?? i didn't actually weigh it first oops i should weigh it. but it's like a foot across at the top. i put it on little ball feet to use as some sort of display bowl i think.

and there's one more bowl that is really unremarkable so no picture for now.

fiber art: made a fucking. magic the gathering card cozy for a friend that my local mtg group is putting together a care package for. it's so fucking stupid i love it. not gonna post a pic of the front, it's just a dark red border to hold the card in. i might outline the swamp symbol with matching embroidery floss (or maybe navy??) to make it pop more, might also sew a small square of fabric on the inside to hide the loose ends. colors were chosen to match his main commander which is braids

eating: FINALLY finished the gyudon. um . didn't cook many more recipes. i was going to do one pot chicken meatballs with greens and deb smittenkitchen's corn bacon and parmesan pasta last night but i spent two hours wandering walmart like my ancestors wandered the desert and came home and just had leftovers lol. the cooking will commence......today after i post this and go home.

misc: the midwest is hot this week! fml! on the plus side i don't think my average energy bill in my new place will be worse than my old one despite the worse insulation based on the mid-cycle energy report email i got, on the minus side now i am not splitting that cost so technically it feels more expensive :( thankfully i have finally been finishing the process of closing my dad's accounts so i will have a little padding in my bank account, plus i think i am supposed to get the fellowship i won deposited soon?? shrug. i booked some flights using credit card points that in retrospect i should have booked with Money because of that fellowship but oh well. i am still in the Everything Is So Expensive stage of moving as i finish getting furniture and miscellaneous home goods, hence the two hour walmart wander yesterday. i still need a couch. i think i am getting a frat house walmart futon for like $150 just because it's space efficient and won't break the bank and will be easy to sell when i move out. i should probably order that before i go visit home for 3 weeks ...... anyways. that's this tuesdaypost done and dusted.

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the timeline goes

00-18 years old: i have always been VERY babies by my parents. i wouldnt call them helicopter parents per se, like they always let me do the things i asked (tho i never drunk or partied or stayed out late and dont know how that wouldve gone), but they always... just really protected me, i guess? spoiled me even. theres an embarrassing amount of household chores i just dont know how to do because they never asked me to and im not the type of person that intuitively knows i should be doing something, for example.

they would sometimes look through me phone till i was about 14 or so, my mom had an app that would lock me out of my phone after a certain time until i was 16. they always talked to doctors for me, bought stuff for me, went with me everywhere. aside from the phone stuff, i never had a problem with any of this. i was a very anxious child and an even more anxious and scared teenager, so having my parents helping me with everything was not just great but something i genuinely needed otherwise i would be having meltdowns every day (i mean. for some time there i was literally having full blown meltdowns like twice a week even with their help, so). i was also always just kind of... childish, both in interests and, when i got in the older part of my teens, mentality.

like i said i dont know how to Do a lot of things. adult things like chores and idk scheduling a doctors visit or finding a job. its hard for me to know things intuitively, its stressing and difficult to learn. idk how much of that was that i never had the ability to learn and how much is the autism that means i need my hand held a little more than its normal.

anyways, i never noticed how much my parents babied me, like at all, until it was pointed out to me by the neuropsychologist assessing me for autism earlier this year. and i was like, "...huh. yeah. youre rights. my parents do everything for me."

it was a lightbulb moment but i was freshly 19 and out of school, terrified of having to Become and Adult, and didnt have any problem with it. yes please continue doing everything for me, the world is so scary, the amount of things i have to learn is overwhelming, im scared of growing up, please let everything stay like it is.

march-june: things stay like this. i keep hating myself for how incompetent i am, but make no move to change that. i take the tiniest steps towards getting a job but thats scary so i keep putting it off. lifes goes on, very slowly.

july: i spent a week at my cousins house. she lives in a big city (i live in a small one in the middle of nowhere), 3 hours away from my house. ive done that before but this time she's 23, im 19, and she lives mostly alone. its the happiest i feel in a very long time. my mom isnt hovering over me, demanding i tell her everywhere i go. i can just go out. alone. in a big, dangerous city. i can stay out late and she cant do anything about it bc shes 3 hours away. i can drink and she wont know. i just feel free

i dont actually do that much bc in my core im not really someone who enjoys partying. i stayed out until like 1am and drank half a bottle of beer (it tasted like shit), but it was the first time i did that ever and while my parents Were blowing up my phone asking why i hadnt told them i was home yet, what were they gonna do about it?

in the next day me and my cousin's older sister (27) stayed up until 5am just, talking. shes a lot like me in a lot of ways, and we both cried a lot bc of that. she told me how much better her life got when she loved out of our small city and went to live on the big city. how many more opportunities there are, how many people there are, how many gay people there are and people like us and jobs that i can never find living in the middle of nowhere and just so much understanding. so many possibilities.

july: i come back home. to my small room and my parents. to the same shitty job options ive been imagining my whole life. i feel like the older sister poisoned me, i cant stop thinking about moving out of my house, of this city. i never realized how unbearable the pressure was until i was free of it for a while. i cant lock my door because my parents will wonder whats going on, and ill have to make up a reason. i cant go anywhere without telling them how or where. i have to live in a house with their rules, of how ill eat and how much noise ill make and when ill clean. i am a person! i want to do my own things! what if i actually like parties and ive just never tried them? i want to get drunk! i want to live in my own time! i want to listen to music at 3am and i want to schedule my own fucking doctors appointments and i want to have my own money and i want to be able to masturbate without being scared someones gonna know! i want to wear clothes without being scared of them thinking its slutty! i want to eat fast food without a lecture! i want to be responsible for taking my own medicine! i want to fuck up and have to fix it myself! i want to never fucking smell coffee again, because i hate the smell. i want to learn how to clean a fucking bathroom! i want to be able to cry, LOUD, and scream when im angry!! i feel like im trapped in a box and ill never be able to grow while im here!!!

but im so used to the status quo and that would need just, so much change. and also money. first thing i would need if i want to move out is fucking money and like, im still so scared of getting a job. and they cant help much rn. so im stuck in the box and slowly feeling like im going insane. im incredibly thankful for that trip and how it allowed me to change but also i kind of wish it had happened when i could actually afford to move out. oh well.

[blindrapture]

SUNDAY JUNE 26TH, 2011 ("Fears. There's the rub.")

[This is another one where the formatting on tumblr just won't work right. I recommend the Website version for the ideal read.]

10:30 AM In case you’re wondering, that last bit wasn’t, like, some demon sneaking in and writing “Rapture is coming” into my journal while I was asleep. No. I couldn’t sleep. I kept thinking about what Rogers had said. So I just.. wrote it down and thought. I haven’t been talking much lately. I’m just.. I dunno. Lost in thought.

11:02 AM - Rabbit holes are key to Rapture - Rabbit holes are growing (according to Harlequin) - All this was started by…? (“Doctor Cloud?”) - This is not Rapture. Rapture is coming. I’ve done some thinking. And I’ve deduced that oh my god I need more information. I need to learn more about the things. The monsters.

Except they’re not monsters, are they? That’s what Mist the Harlequin told me. She called herself a “goddess.” Or something. But is that true? Is that false? I really don’t know. I have no way of knowing. Rogers said something about fears. Do gods have fears? I need to look into this more.

11:11 AM I wish I could get some answers. I’m gonna ask the generic family about things. About Rogers.

11:20 AM Alright, they don’t mind me writing this stuff down as we talk. “Rogers was a very good child. The doctors told us he was” mumble “we still don’t believe that. He’s just… a savant.” They might be right about that. He certainly knew a lot more about what’s going on than anyone I’d met. “We, I.. we don’t know who would want to kill him. He had no enemies, nothing to hide.” Meredith is crying. “On the way down here, Rogers was” interrupted, that was Bill, Richard doesn’t want him talking about that. Noted. “Can you not ask about Rogers, please?”

I asked about the Exodus. About America. “We heard about the Exodus when we were nearing London a few weeks ago. London was quite.. impossible for us to enter. So we turned back and found some flyers about the Exodus and Liverpool, and.. here we are. “We don’t have any real reason for going to America besides survival. England is theirs now. Staying for much longer would be stupid.” I asked about “them.” “Rogers knew a lot ab” Bill was interrupted again. Richard “Rogers called them.. there was this phrase he used a lot. Some old English word.. and then ‘abomination.’ So we just call them abominations.” ..Eldritch? When I said that, Bill’s face lit up. Hit the nail on the head, I suppose. “Whatever they are, they’re abominations, they are not of this world, not of God. They shouldn’t be here. But they are.”

I asked about the rabbit holes. “Portals to Hell, I say. I don’t care for them; we try our best to avoid them at all costs. Y’know the first one I went in took me to a world of nothing but toilets? It was this big city, industrial, completely normal. Except every time you thought you’d see a human, there was a toilet, instead. Not of this world! Ridiculous.” They have to get going somewhere soon. My last question: Camper Festival. “I’ve heard of that. I’ve heard the name, not much about it. But it’s really good. I hear it’s the best thing to come out of this apocalypse, lots of the oldies, the kind of music they don't make anymore. Listen, we’ve really got to get going.”

12:39 PM I’m looking around town. Donnie didn’t want to come. She said she’s feeling a little under the weather. I’ll make sure to look for medicine of some sort.

1:16 PM I couldn’t find anything. Returned to the inn. Wednesday can’t come any faster.

1:30 PM The innkeeper’s calling another headcount meeting.

2:00 PM Innkeeper says we’re all here, except for the deceased from yesterday. She gave her usual precautions, and said we’re having a five o’ clock curfew this time. Some people argued that the Massacrer will just kill people before then; curfews don’t matter to psychos. The innkeeper stood her ground.

2:34 PM Donnie’s really got a bad cold. She has a nasty headache and can’t stop coughing and sneezing. And I have no idea where any medicine is.

3:07 PM Taking another look in town. There’s gotta be something.

4:10 PM Noth … ..okay. It was that same old woman again. She was standing in the inn hallway. Now she’s gone. o_o; ..anyway, I found nothing. It’s nearly curfew.

5:49 PM Donnie doesn’t want me hugging her. She doesn’t want me catching whatever it is she has. Jordan is a sad spidercat now. ._.

7:24 PM I’m wondering a lot of things. What kind of cold might Donnie have? I mean, chances are it’s just a normal flu, but.. considering all these foreign creatures leaking who knows what into the atmosphere… I’m gonna try not to think about that. >_<

8:52 PM SCREAM WHERE

8:53 PM All the people are coming out of their rooms. Who screamed?

8:54 PM Innkeeper’s doing her headcount.

8:56 PM A lady from down the hall is dead. Her head was cut off entirely. Cleanly, too. I get the feeling it was our Masky. But that may be stating the obvious.

10:02 PM We were all questioned. I was here with Donnie; Donnie attested to it and I have this journal here, too. So every night, someone dies. But we’re getting out of here, and there’s gotta be somewhere around thirty of us. I think we’ll be fine. Either way, I’m getting some goddamn sleep.

(Attached: “Ah. Fears. There’s the rub. And the perfect jumping-off point for me to share another anecdote that this brings to mind. I mentioned some logs back that I had done some time in Aegyptus. Well, when I first arrived, date something like 90 CE, I knew nothing of the local languages so I feigned myself a mute and took residence in Memphis.

I hid in an abandoned store for a few weeks, stealing food and learning bits and pieces of dialogue from observing the locals. My clothes, I found lying on the street. Probably stole them too. I didn’t know how long I intended on staying, only that I refused to leave that time period, not when I knew at that point what I had just discovered– but that’s a story that requires far more context and so will have to wait awhile.

Before I knew it, I was standing before the the Great Temple of Ptah, listening to two people nearby speaking in English.

---Amazing what they do for us.

--- Pfft, yeah. All this effort. We don’t even care.

--- It’s not like we can just tell them we don’t want it.

--- Well, yeah, they’ll likely fight another war or something.

I couldn’t figure out where it was coming from until

I looked up and saw two people standing atop the front gates. Having no way to get up there, I called up to them, asking if I could speak.

Within a second, one of them suddenly appeared in front of me, the other one still climbing down. The one who had teleported bore the head of a jackal as a mask, the one climbing down wore bright white clothes with a long black beard.

The jackal-faced man asked me what I wished to discuss, throwing in a ‘mortal’ for good measure.

-- Ah, so you’re Fears, I said with much relief. This, however, only offended him.

--- What? ’Fears?’ Is that what they’re calling us now? Hey, Osiris! They’re calling us 'Fears’ now! Osiris, out of breath by the time he got to the ground, wiped sweat from his forehead and rolled his eyes.

--- Cute, but I wish they’d stick with 'god.’ I’m getting tired of all these epithets, and why do people insist on calling me a 'Lord?’ I decided to clarify.

--No, nobody’s calling you that yet. I, uh. I’m not from around here. I actually just wanted to know why you guys are speaking in English.

The two gods looked at each other in confusion. Osiris said, --- We’re not, foreign one. We speak in the ancient tongue known only to us gods. Your puny ears interpret it as whatever you’re used to.

Jackal guy added, --- But what is 'English?’ That doesn’t sound like the name of any language I’ve heard of.

-- Never mind, you answered my question, we’re good.

I didn’t want to say I was from the future; that struck me as kind of a no-no with time traveling.

--- Say, you’re a god too, aren’t you? The jackal guy asked, sounding enthusiastic.

I looked around to see if anyone was watching. No one in sight.

--..yeah. I’m Thoth.

The two of them gave a look as if they knew my secret.

--- You look awfully young today, Thoth, said Osiris. Last I saw you, you were on death’s door.

I just lowered my eyes. He laughed.

--- Unless you’re gifted with the ability to traverse time itself or something?

The two of them laughed at this until they saw my expression. Jackal-face asked if I really could. I quietly nodded. They looked at each other with awe then proceeded to ask me all kinds of questions, to which I replied by asking if we could go somewhere more private.

Before I knew it, we had been teleported to some glade within a forest who knows where. Awaiting us was a woman in a single large green garment. I was formally introduced to the whole lot: Jackal-face was known by many names including Anubis and Hades, Osiris also had the name Dis Pater, and the woman called herself Aura.

Anubis told Aura of my abilities, and I clarified that it’s not so much an ability as more of.. a possibility.

-- And I certainly can’t choose where or when I go. I go where the Empty City takes me, I guess.

Then I realized it wasn’t called that yet and the others assumed I was being poetic.

-- So what do you guys have powers over?

--- I see to every soul in the afterlife, every being that has passed away comes under my rule, declared Osiris.

--- I control the gales and the airs that come with it, followed Aura.

--- I judge people, added Anubis.

--- He and I, Osiris clarified, work in tandem. He’s the groundskeeper for the afterlife, to wax words. He is responsible for making sure none of my undead might have too much power.

-- As for me, I.. wander throughout space and time, writing and observing. I take it you guys have encountered me before?

Aura smiled and pointed at my book. --- Many times. You would never explain why your appearance altered, but you would always have that same tome.

-- Did I ever show any powers?

--- Not often. Sometimes, you could snap your fingers and take a human’s memories away, she said.

--- Oh, shouted Anubis, and you seem able to communicate with Olympus itself!

-- Olympus?

--- It’s one of the great mysteries of our kind. A sprawling jungle of houses built with materials no human has ever aspired to. It accompanied us on our journey from the stars, though we know not its ontology.

Sounded like the Empty City to me. I thought for a bit about what else to ask.

-- ..is there a god in this time by the name of Ptah?

Osiris recognized the name as belonging to the one he called Hephaestus, and then he and Anubis left to go and get him, leaving Aura and I alone to question each other.

--- Are there still gods in your time?

-- Uh-huh. You change quite a bit, though. I’m still trying to figure out who Anubis is in the future.

--- Of course we change, for many of us embody the nature of change itself. We have powers unrivaled by any beasts of the cosmos; such powers as us cannot stay stagnant.

-- Tell that to humans in power.

--- Ah, but we aren’t humans, dearest.

-- Many of us were, I’d imagine.

She looked at me funny. That’s when Anubis ran in, requesting that we come with him. Ah, but unfortunately even to proceed with this anecdote would require much context. So I’ll have to leave this note at the conversation above and urge the reading return to Jordan’s journals.”)

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ROYAL DISS

Snubbing the King: Why Don’t Big Stars Want to Perform at Charles’ Coronation?

A number of artists have turned down offers to perform at King Charles' coronation in May. Some theorize that the royal family's recent 'PR disasters' are partly to blame

BY HANNAH EWENS

MARCH 1, 2023

King Charles III doesn't understand why no one wants to come to his party. SAMIR HUSSEIN/WIREIMAGE

IN 1997, AFTER attending a Royal Gala evening, Geri Halliwell kissed Prince Charles on the cheek. According to royal protocol and etiquette, you’re only allowed to shake a royal’s hand, so the scandalous moment landed on the front pages of newspapers and went down in pop culture history. Now, instead of daring Ginger Spice to kiss Charles for a second time, The Spice Girls are avoiding him altogether.

The group is among a number of British pop artists who have turned down the opportunity to play at his coronation in May. Adele, Harry Styles, Robbie Williams, and Elton John were also reportedly asked to play and refused the offer. When Rolling Stone asked why, the teams for all those artists declined to comment, bar Elton John’s, who confirmed he was asked but couldn’t play due to scheduling issues. Musicians used to practically line up outside the palace to perform at any major royal event, but that has changed. The public is left wondering: Will any major star agree to play King Charles III’s coronation?

“The Nineties were so different in British pop culture. It was New Labour, everyone was playful and being a bit cheeky,” explains Michael Cragg, author of Reach For The Stars, a book about Nineties and ‘00s British pop. But, Cragg says, “that cheekiness absolutely isn’t here anymore. Now we really want to know who people are and the version of the Royal family that we’ve learned of recently through Prince Harry’s book and how the Prince Andrew scandal was handled: the reality is awful. You could not be the biggest band in the world now and walk up and plant a kiss on them and it still work.”

To perform at a royal event in 2023 would be to align yourself with blatant scandal. The recent allegations regarding Prince Andrew’s relationship with Jeffrey Epstein and an alleged sexual relationship with one of Epstein’s victims are still fresh in people’s minds. And so is Andrew’s disastrous 2019 BBC Newsnight interview about said claims. But before people had a chance to reconcile their feelings about Andrew, Prince Harry and his wife Meghan Markle publicly announced that they were stepping down from royal duties. In the years since, Harry and Markle have levied several accusations against the royal family and the UK press, claiming their respective treatment of Markle led to fears for her mental and physical health. The discourse and growing divide between the couple and the Institution has been well documented in Harry’s 2023 tell-all memoir Spare and the couple’s Netflix series Harry & Meghan.

“The royal family has faced a number of PR disasters in recent times, and anyone performing at the show would have to consider whether there would be a backlash from appearing amongst their fans,” says Simon Jones, PR to Little Mix, Niall Horan, and Louis Tomlinson.

On that same note, it would be a laughingly straightforward decision to decline an offer to perform for many artists. Kingsley Hall of political band Benefits, whose 2022 anti-monarchy single “Flag” was number one on the Official UK vinyl the week of the Queen’s Platinum Jubilee, explains of the British cultural temperature, “We’ve had so much exposure and negative exposure of the Royal family – jubilees, weddings, fallings out, accusations of racism, notable deaths, someone being accused of being a sexual predator – in what I would classify as a short space of time. People are sick of it and probably won’t be involved for that reason.”

For many millennial and Gen Z fans in the UK in particular, Royalism is a dirty idea. Meg, head of a leading British music PR company, notes that both Styles and Adele are at points in their careers where they need to define themselves beyond a successful decade in music. “For them right now, storytelling is really important,” says Meg, whose real/full name has been withheld by request. These big symbolic associations carry a lot of weight and literally go down in history books in bold and underlined. I can understand why there’d be a big PR discussion around artists doing it or not.”

Whereas the public had previously seen the Queen as a longstanding grandmother of the nation, Charles is not the country’s grandfather so much as a blank emblem of the royal family. “ I don’t know what there is to gain for artists by associating with him,” says Meg. “With the Queen, she was fab and glamorous to some people. Charles doesn’t add anything — there’s not a legacy of his that anyone would want to align with. It’s televised, so a lot of people will hear your songs, sure, but in terms of long-term PR strategy, I don’t know if performing would add positively to an artist’s narrative unless they were staunchly pro the monarchy.”

A spokesperson for Buckingham Palace did not immediately respond to Rolling Stone‘s request for comment. Rolling Stone also reached out to the BBC, which is organizing the coronation.

Crucially, this coronation is happening in a year when the UK’s cost of living crisis has dangerously peaked. Ellie (whose real/full name has been withheld by request), founder of a British pop music PR company, says, “Strip back the gold and red cloak, and you have a country where parents are choosing between feeding their kids or keeping them warm. How much money is the coronation costing the taxpayer? It feels like a political statement to play.”

Each artist who declines will naturally have their own political motivations based on their Britishness. As Adele superfan Grace Martha from London notes, Adele is a proud champion of being working class from Tottenham, one of the most ethnically diverse areas in Britain. “The pomp and money this coronation is costing doesn’t represent her values at all,” says Martha. “This issue is so specific to our culture; Americans might think, ‘Oh, she’s from London and a cockney, why wouldn’t she do it?’ But they don’t understand the nuances of different areas, cultures, and identities here. She’s for the ‘everyday person,’ and the everyday younger person in London doesn’t rate the royal family anymore.”

The colonialism of the British empire has been a major discussion point over the past two years. That is behind the struggle to secure A-List British acts, says Hak Baker, a musician from London: “Any situation where I’d bow to an openly racist colonial imperial system that refuses to apologise for its past and eradication of my people’s history I’d rather avoid with a barge pole. We are more aware of the past now. They are not exempt from recognition. I think they’re going to have a hard time.”

Han Mee of Manchester band Hot Milk agrees emphatically, calling it an “outdated institution” that does not represent modern Britain. “Leave it in the past, it’s as old, aged, and expensive as the whiskey that props it up but without the strength and merriment,” she says. “I liked Liz, but it should have died with her – the coronation is a kick in the teeth when this country has never been more of a shit show.”

The real question is: Why do the royals need this entertainment value at all? “No one’s talking about the date or the guests,” considers Meg. “The big headlines around the coronation right now are which musicians are in and which musicians are out, which underlines the importance of music and what the symbolism is of an endorsement from one of these megastar artists.” It appears that in 2023 the royal family needs musicians more than musicians need them.

[ungojirasapiente]

Snowed In (MeiRocma fanfic)

The cold wind blew through Iceberg Isle, it was a particularly cold night, more so than it normally was for the place, even the animals who were most adapted to the freezing cold of the artic could be in danger, not only that, the clouds on the horizon were dark, indicating that this wasn’t just a particularly cold wind that was going to come and go, no, there was a blizzard approaching, and Rocma knew that, that’s why she decided to stay inside her house, alongside her daughter, until the storm subsided, too bad someone else decided to come to the Iceberg uninvited.

“looks pretty awful out there, doesn’t it?” Meikai laughed, the sea wizard had become friends with Rocma some time ago and it was pretty common for him to visit the place, usually to have a friendly chat with the polar bear, usually about their daughters, Rocma thought it was pretty nice, she usually didn’t let people, especially from such faraway places, get friendly with her, but Mekai was the exceptionally rare exception, a kind and wise man that Rocma actually looked up to, the polar bear usually asking for parenting advice, which the wizard was ready to deliver, his daughter was already an adult basically, so he had plenty of experience in the parenthood department, today however, Meikai’s presence was more annoying than welcomed…

“yes, which makes me wonder why you even showed up here in the first place” Rocma scolded the wizard, Meikai usually gave a visit to the iceberg every couple of months, he was a pretty busy man, and the sea that he lived in was pretty far away, so those visits were rare and barely a couple hours long.

“well… I thought the storm wasn’t going to hit until later in the morning, but I guess I underestimated it” the wizard laughed awkwardly, scratching the back of his head, for such an intelligent and wise person, when he messed up, he messed up big time.

Rocma sighed in frustration, the two had been chatting for already three hours, all the while Mafuyu played with her toys and some yarn balls they had laying around, not paying much attention to what her mother and Meikai were talking about.

“I don’t know how someone like you can do something so dumb”

“everyone has few lapsus in their intelligence, it’s just a part of life, I guess” the wizard shrugged, Rocma stared, completely incredulous, she was already starting to get mad.

“lapsus, you call this a lapsus!?” 

“well, what other words could I use?”

“i…ugh” the polar bear groaned; this conversation had gotten frustrating for her.

“so… when is the storm going to stop?” Meikai asked, trying to change the topic somewhat.

“it’s already pretty close, and these ones usually last for like a whole day or two, so we aren’t going anywhere for a while”

“darn…” 

Rocma stared daggers at the wizard, like she was saying “this is your fault” without even having to mutter a single word, the wizard gave another awkward laugh to try and soften the blow, but it was like using a pillow to protect yourself against a machete. Rocma stared at the clock on the wall, it read 9:00, then she looked at her daughter.

“Mafuyu, its bed time, grab your toys and go to the bathroom to wash your teeth”

The seal girl pouted, staring at her mother with adorable anger while holding a pink ball of yarn in her flippers.

“come on Mafuyu, it’s time for bed” Rocma said again, but the little girl simply sat down, arms crossed, facing away from her mother, making a small “hmph” sound while she did it. Rocma sighed at her daughter’s attitude, even though she loved her with all her soul, she had to admit that the little seal could be pretty frustrating, this was a pretty common characteristic from children of her age, they still had energy left for like a whole week, so seemingly wasting it on sleeping seemed like a nonsensical choice.

“Mafuyu, you should listen to your mother, if you sleep well like she tells you, one day you’ll grow as strong and as big as her!” Meikai gave words of encouragement to the young seal, making her stand up and look at her mother again, with starry, hopeful eyes filled with wishes and dreams that only a child could have.

“I… yeah! If you want to grow like me, you have to get a good amount of sleep at the right time, so you should go to bed and you can continue playing tomorrow, how does that sound?” Rocma explained, her daughter nodded with enthusiasm, she quickly stored all of her toys in a small wooden chest before running to the bathroom to wash her teeth, Rocma smiled with genuine warmth at the little girl, even an aloof and cold person like her had someone that made her frozen heart melt.

“ah, children” Meikai laughed, he knew how the experience of raising one felt very well, it was tiring, stressful and a bit annoying at times, but seeing them smile, grow up and start making their own accomplishments, as small as they could be, made it all worth it.

“yeah…” Rocma smiled at the wizard, before realizing what she just did. “b-but I’m still mad at you for coming here while the storm is coming!” she quickly corrected herself, almost making a pout, like her daughter.

“like mother, like daughter” Meikai thought, laughing a bit, this time sincerely.

“w-what are you laughing at!?” Rocma scolded Meikai, a faint blush on her face.

“nothing, nothing” replied Meikai, containing a small chuckle.

A couple minutes passed, Mafuyu was already tucked in bed, her little head poking out from under the bedsheets, Rocma stood beside the bed, waiting for the little seal to fall asleep.

“good night, Mommy” Mafuyu said, Rocma smiled, crouched down and gave the seal a small kiss on her forehead.

“good night, sweety, sleep well” Rocma replied, patting her daughter on the head.

“I’ll sleep so I can grow to be big and strong like you, Momma!” the little girl replied with the enthusiasm and innocence a small kid like her could give.

Rocma smiled and nodded, she turned the lights off in the little seal’s room, before opening the door, but before she left the room, she looked back one more time to see the little seal closing her eyes and drifting into sleep, the polar bear was just making sure everything was fine one last time, a bit excessive, maybe, but it did give her the peace of mind she needed, finally, she exited the room, gently closing the door so as to not make any loud noises. Rocma came back to the entrance room of the house, Meikai was sitting there, on the floor, legs crossed, with a warm smile on his face, Rocma stared at the wizard with a bewildered expression, before giving a small smile, Meikai was an odd visitor, but if she said she didn’t like his visits, she would be a total liar, they were nice, short, most of the time, but nice, she could always trust in the sea wizard when it came to parenting advice, he always seemed to know about anything related to that task, it helped Rocma feel a bit more confident in her parenting skills.

“so, she’s already asleep?” Meikai asked, Rocma nodded in response.

“yeah, she falls asleep quite fast, but it’s hard to wake her up in the mornings” the polar bear explained, giggling a bit at the last part.

“Wadanohara’s the same, since she was a kid it was always hard to wake her up, she’s such a heavy sleeper”

Rocma gave a small laugh, but her expression changed to a more concerned one, she looked down, like she was thinking about what to say, or maybe debating if she should say it at all?

“d-did it ever scare you?” Rocma asked, Meikai looked at her, confused, prompting her to elaborate further on the question. “like, did the thought of Wadanohara growing up ever scare you? Her becoming independent and all… that”

Meikai let the question sit in his mind for a couple seconds, thinking of an answer. “well… I would be lying if I said that it didn’t…”

Rocma listened close at the wizard’s experience. “of course it scares you, you are always trying to do what’s best for them, and of course you want to see them become their own person, be independent, have a whole future ahead of them… but…it’s also sad, and scary, you raised for a great part of your life and for a great part of their lives, you are the most important thing to them…” Meikai looked down, with evident sadness in his eyes. “ and then they leave, they don’t need you as much as they did before, they can do things on their own, have their own lives, and that’s… that’s amazing, it gives you this sense of pride, of accomplishment, not only in you, but also in them, especially in them, but it’s also ironic… when they leave and go do their own lives, you also feel like a part of you is being ripped away…”

Rocma stared, waiting for Meikai to finish, he hesitated for a second, before swallowing saliva. “and you are afraid, obviously, because you don’t know what could happen to them, you’re not longer their shelter, the thing they depend on, they depend on themselves or other people that aren’t you… and that’s scary, because you don’t know what they could be going through, you don’t know if they’re safe, or if they’re feeling well, or if there’s something bad happening to them… you don’t know…”

The polar bear reflected on that, the mere thought of something happening to Mafuyu was one of Rocma’s greatest fears, she’s been through entire nights of not sleeping because of those thoughts, worse still, is that that fear wasn’t entirely based on complete paranoia, the iceberg was a dangerous place, orcas frequently attacked the coast, predators lurked around the snowy landscape, waiting for easy prey to sink their fangs on, specially other polar bears, that unlike herself, wouldn’t pass on the opportunity for an easy meal, and god knows what other kind of monsters could be hiding, waiting for their next victim. Rocma shuddered, her nightmares were made out of those sort of scenarios, she would wake up in a cold sweat, shivering at the images her brain conjured in her dreams, images of her daughter getting injured or worse by an animal or a person, and her being unable to do anything, only forced to watch as her daughter’s life was taken in front of her eyes… it was a truly horrible thought.

Meikai noticed that Rocma was trembling, gritting her teeth, tears falling out of her eyes, he, in all of his visits, had never seen the polar bear cry, she was a tough, stubborn lady that usually didn’t listen to anyone and didn’t say anything extra, just enough to state the point she tried to make, only listening to his advice on parenting, and nothing else, so seeing her tear up was something that hit the sea wizard hard…

“but at the same time, you have to remember that they are going to figure stuff out on their own, you have to trust them, they will find out a solution to their issues, they’re going to make their own future, their own destiny and if they do need you, they’ll tell you, because they love you, because you were for them, and they’re also going to be there for you when you need them.” Meikai finished his explanation, the wizard stood up and walked over to Rocma, extended his arms, and gave the crying polar bear a hug, holding her tightly in his arms.

The hug was something Rocma wasn’t expecting, normally she would be completely against the idea of being in someone’s grasp, but this time, in this rare moment of vulnerability, it was something she needed, she reciprocated the hug with another one, holding to the wizard tightly, resting her head on his shoulder, and letting the tears flow out of her eyes, she had to admit, it felt kind of good, like she felt a weigh on her shoulders being lifted, it felt relieving.

“feels better?” Meikai asked, still hugging the polar bear.

“y-y-yes” Rocma responded, doing the same, sobbing a little, her voice choked up.

Rocma stared at the clock from the wizard’s shoulder, it read 11:45, 15 minutes away from midnight, the polar bear gently undid the hug, separating herself from the wizard’s embrace, wiping the remaining tears away from her eyes.

“i-it’s pretty late already, I didn’t even know how much time had passed…” Rocma said to herself.

“it’s fine, I can find a place to sleep somewhere, you have a couch or something? I don’t really mind”

“no, you… helped me a lot, thank you, I can offer you my bed, if you’d like”

“really!... but wait, where are you going to sleep?”

“I’ll figure it out…”

“no, I can’t accept that, this is your home, I can’t just take your bed… there’s gotta be some other option”

Something came to the bear’s mind, her cheeks turned red, she quickly covered them with her paws, trying not to catch the wizard’s attention.

“are you okay?” Meikai asked, concerned for his friend.

“i-I have an idea, but don’t make it weird, okay?”

Meikai tilted his head in confusion, just what was she thinking of? Well, the plan was for them to sleep on the same bed, a bit awkward, yes, but both had to make do with what they had; besides, it was going to be for just a day or two, right?

Rocma took out her dress, hanging it in a coat hanger in her closet, she looked around the space for another article of clothing, her pajamas, or atleast the pink button-up shirt she called pajamas, after finally putting it on, she tucked herself to bed, making sure to cover her lower half with the bedsheets entirely.

“can I come inside?” Meikai asked from behind the bedroom door.

“y-yeah!” Rocma confirmed.

The wizard opened the door and entered, carrying his blazer and trousers under his arm, wearing only a pair of navy blue boxers, Rocma turned bright red at the sight of this, she couldn’t help to stare at the wizard’s surprisingly athletic build, Meikai caught wind of this and turned his head to look at the polar bear, the second he did that, Rocma turned to look away from the wizard.

“hey, don’t worry, I don’t mind if you stare” Meikai gave a smug smile.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about” Rocma responded, trying to hide the obvious fact that she was ogling at the sea wizard’s body.

Meikai giggled, he proceeded to leave his clothes in a chair that was placed right in front of the bed, before entering the bed, right beside Rocma, and covering himself with the sheets.

Rocma tried her best too look away from the wizard, trying not to have any sort of weird thought about the situation, Meikai was also trying his best not to have anything odd form in his mind, Rocma reached her hand and turned off the bedside lamp.

“good night” Rocma said, laying on her side, turned away from the wizard.

“good night, Rocma” Meikai said back, he was laying on his back, facing the ceiling.

Meikai could be in bed for up to half an hour before actually sleeping, it was hard for him to fall asleep, but during the night he felt Rocma turning on her bed, before feeling himself being grabbed by the polar bear’s arms and being brought closer to her, Rocma was hugging him while she was still sleeping, Meikai also turned to his side, and did the same thing, and that night, the sea wizard fell asleep faster than he expected.

-the end-

[onetwistedmiracle]

LGBTQ youth want role models. Queer elders have a lot of advice.

By Jamal Jordan, February 10, 2023 at 6:00 a.m. EST

Young people in the LGBTQ community long for older role models. We found several, and they all have stories to tell.

When I think back to coming of age as a queer man, I most remember the lack of “possibility models.”I had no idea what my life could look like.

I had never seen — in real life or media — positive reflections of what it meant to grow old as a member of the LGBT+ community. Growing up in the shadow of a generation of gay men who were lost to the AIDS epidemic, I longed for something that said: You can grow old. Life will be okay.

The challenge of generational isolation is common in today’s queer youth. Young queer people without positive role models are at much higher risk for “psychological distress” in their adolescence and depression in adulthood.

When the Trevor Project, a nonprofit that provides information and crisis support to LGBTQ youth, asked young people what brings them joy, respondents consistently pointed toward examples of the future. They cited things such as, “Happy LGBT Elders,” “Queer role models” and “Learning I’m not alone and that there are more people like me” as sources of hope.

This exchange of hope goes both ways: Many older queer adults enjoy sharing their stories with younger people.

“When I talk to older people, they often feel forgotten, invisible,” says Michael Adams, chief executive of SAGE, the country’s largest LGBTQ+ aging organization. “A large part of that is because they often have no connections to young people. They have no sense that younger generations care about what they have to say and what they’ve done.”

A wide array of research suggests that finding ways to transfer wisdom from generation to generation is vital to improving the overall health of the LGBTQ community. This summer, I visited with five queer seniors across New York City to hear their stories.

Here’s what they had to say.

Bernie Brandáll, 86

Brandáll beams with pride as he shows me a photo from his early days as a traveling performer, taken sometime in the 1950s.

“I used to be gorgeous,” he says, laughing. “Now I look in the mirror, I look at my wrinkles, my skin sagging, and I don’t mind it. Do you want to know why I don’t mind it? Because I have lived a life. I can settle into this age knowing I didn’t miss a thing.”

Brandáll immigrated from Cuba to Miami with this family at age 10. He wanted to be a dancer, but faced pushback from family — particularly his older brothers, who ridiculed his “feminine tendencies,” a remnant of the homophobia rampant in both the cultures of Cuba and Miami at the time.

At 17, he moved to New York City to find work as a performer, quickly snagging a job dancing in a nightclub/cabaret show, but the dream didn’t last long — after two weeks of not being paid, the proprietor of the show “disappeared,” leaving him alone, broke and aimless.

He eventually found a day job as an elevator operator and triedperformingagain, but this time with a twist — instead of being a dancer, he would make his mark as a magician and female impersonator. A prolific scrapbooker, he takes me through decades worth of photos from his act. Looking back on images from one of his last shows, he says, gently: “I was a pretty woman.”

This work took him across the country and the world — from Las Vegas to Rio de Janeiro to Paris — and he recalls the long list of friends and lovers who instilled inhim a deep sense of contentment. “I had to be strong to build the life I wanted to live. But I’m so glad I had that strength, because I can be happy now. I did everything on this earth that I wanted to do.”

His advice for the next generation: “We are a strong people. But you have to remember that being strong is a choice.”

Guy Lawrence, 70

Lawrence feels that his whole life has been one big learning experience. “My youth was like the hippie days,” he says. “We didn’t have to think of the things that came on later, like you guys.”

“The whole world is different now,” he says with a sweeping gesture. “You didn’t have to worry about HIV, you didn’t have to worry about terrorism, you had spaces where you could go and meet other gay people — even if they were owned by the mafia. But we had them! And I feel like I spent every day discovering new things.”

He enjoys speaking to young people in the LGBT community, because he’s afraid that they are losing a sense of connection to the older people who made their current freedom possible.

Recalling, for example, the bittersweet feelings he experiences each year during Pride, he says, “I always tell young people: ‘Learn your history! And continue to create a new history so no one else can dictate what you can and cannot do.’ ”

His advice for lifelong learning: “Everything is changing day by day. Never be afraid to ask a question.”

Barbara Adams, 78

Adams learned to shoot a gun as a 4-year-old in Jacksonville, Fla. “Even then, I never wanted anyone to think of me as small,” she recounts, as we listened to smooth jazz in her home. “I always wanted to be a woman who took care of herself.”

Growing up poor and around women who suffered from loneliness, low-self worth and constant workplace sexual harassment, she knew that she had to escape. In her teen years, she saved all of her extra money in hopes of leaving. She stashedcoins and occasional dollar bills in a Chock Full o’ Nuts coffee container that she kept hidden.

She arrived in New York City in 1969 with $600, five new articles of clothing and a yellow steamer trunk. “I’m always so amazed that I did that,” she says. “I’d never seen anything other than the neighborhood where I grew up. But I knew I wanted to do something other than what my family was doing.”

So, steamer trunk in tow, and no real plan, she asked strangers to help guide her to Harlem, where she eventually found a place to stay — a tiny room in a less-than-savory boardinghouse near Central Park. “When you opened the window, there was a brick wall there — just like the movies,” she remembers, fondly.

The following decades were filled with the normal challenges — and triumphs — of adulthood: Buying her co-op, getting her heart broken, finding a stable job, making and losing friends.

“It’s hard for me to look back and remember any low moments because I always did my best to make everything fun,” she says. “I’m just so glad I wasn’t afraid to venture out to find my life, because I would’ve missed out on everything.”

Her advice for adulthood: “You get to create a life for yourself.”

Vernon and Robert Waldron, both 83

When I asked Robert and Vernon to share their most important lessons about love, their memories led to the beach in Aruba.

During the ‘80s, in the very early stages of their courtship, Robert was diagnosed with HIV. Leaving the doctor’s office in a haze, he decided to put on a strong face and immediately went home and informed Vernon. They were in the midst of preparing for their first trip together — but how could he travel like this? He felt that his life was falling apart and didn’t know what to do.

Unable to cancel plans or get refunds, they decided to go on their trip anyway. As soon as he set foot on the beach, Robert recalls, he began to sob uncontrollably as his mind filled with questions. How am I going to do this? How am I going to tell my sister? How am I going to tell my family? Am I going to survive this?

“I was sitting on the grounds of the most beautiful resort hotel,” Robert recalls. “And there were the most beautiful birds.” Finding one of his first moments of serenity since his diagnosis, he poured his heart out to Vernon — honest, for the first time, about the depths of his fears — and they cried, together.

Returning to America, Robert felt able to “face reality.” He told his family and friends, began treatment and started his path to a healthy life.

But four years later, he was diagnosed with colon cancer — and then, later, prostate cancer.

Vernon, who doesn’t speak much, finally pipes up when he recalls Robert’s hospitalization during his first cancer treatment. For weeks on end, he would stay in the hospital for the duration of visiting hours — he even bathed Robert twice a day. Doctors gave him a 50/50 chance of survival. And if he survived, he would also have to learn to walk again.

“Vernon had never seen me like this before,” Robert says, expressing his guilt. “I told him to go out, see his friends, and try to enjoy himself.”

“And I said no,” Vernon tells me, haltingly. “Because there was nowhere else I wanted to be but with him.”

Their advice for relationships: “Love, at the end of the day, is just always being there.”

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[poebradleyknox]

One Piece is without a doubt one of the most influential manga series and anime ever that takes place in a well-established and ever growing world of pirates and their conflicts with the World Government as they sail the seas to find the legendary treasure of the King of Pirates Gol D. Roger, The One Piece. Monkey D. Luffy is the protagonist and along with his crew: Zoro, Nami, Usopp, Sanji, Chopper, Robin, Franky, Brook and Jimbei they set sail to find the One Piece and stop anyone that gets in their way so Luffy can become King of the Pirates.

The manga series started in July of 1997, written and illustrated by Eiichiro Oda and was published weekly in the Shonen Jump magazine like a lot of other popular manga series like Naruto. In the early 00’s One Piece, along with Naruto and Bleach were deemed the most popular manga series and fans across the world called them ‘The Big Three’. And as of now 516 million copies of the manga have been sold.

Almost 30 years later One Piece has still yet to come to its conclusion and still holds a massive fan base. The series spans over 1,100 chapters and 109 volumes.

In 1999 the manga was adapted into an anime series which is also still airing. Though the anime series has fans debating on the quality as the pacing of the show is incredibly slow and only covers 1 or 2 chapters per episode meaning it takes a while for the plot to develop. Things like these happen when the manga and the anime run at the same time, sometimes the anime catches up to the manga so they need to let the manga get ahead so they draw out the episodes or produce ‘filler episodes’ which are original episodes separate from the real plot. The One Piece anime has 1,119 episodes and over 100 are filler meaning 10% of the show is unnecessary to the plot but a lot of other shows are lot worse, most famously Boruto a spin-off from Naruto were 206 of the 293 episodes are fillers.

In response to the slow pacing of One Piece a website was made by fans called ‘One Pace’ which cuts down on a lot of drawn out sequences and flashbacks to things that happened the episode prior.

Weirdly, an official solution is happening because a separate animation studio, Wit Studio ,who adapted seasons 1-3 of Attack on Titan and Season 1 of Vinland Saga, are animating a reboot of One Piece called ‘The One Piece’ whilst the original ,by Toei Animation responsible for Dragon Ball, is still airing. So two separate anime’s of the the same source material will be running at the same time. They claim this reboot will take only five years to get to the Egghead Island Arc ,the portion of the story that the original is on, unlike the original’s 27 years.

There is also a live action adaptation of One Piece that is produced by Netflix and currently has 1 season but the second is in production. The live action series has 8 episodes each around an hour that covers the first 45 episodes of the anime so it’s an easy alternative if you want to watch One Piece but not commit to 1000+ episode show.

The One Piece world is fantastical, it has sea monsters, dragons, abilities you gain from eating fruit but a lot of the characters take inspiration from real life pirates and history. Blackbeard is a common antagonist of the series and as the real Blackbeard was called Edward Teach, in One Piece he is called Marshall D. Teach. Another important character is Whitebeard or Edward Newgate, he instead has Blackbeards real first name and his surname is that of Newgate Prison which held many pirates in London.

Me myself am a fan of One Piece and started the series during the Covid-19 lockdown and though at the time it had 800 something episodes I was able to catch up and that’s when I realised the poor pacing people talked about. I was able to watch hundreds of 20 minute episodes back to back for hours but when I caught up and I had to watch one 20 minute episode once a week it was a struggle when not a lot happened and then I had to wait another week for another episode for the same thing to happen so I often stop watching for a while and just let the episodes bulk up so I can binge or watch a couple every day until I catch up again.

Overall, One Piece is a great piece of media that’s going strong even after almost 30 years, it’s fun and light hearted, the characters have goals that they all strive for, the fights are entertaining, has plenty of mystery and when it needs to delves more into mature topics like corrupt governments and gender identity.

[the-firebird69]

Couple more things. We're tired of the atmosphere here. We're tired of our son being poor and berated. We're sick of people picking on him And we're sick of these idiots. We don't need it. We don't need their routine. We don't need their sick crap, their big mouse and their stupid faces. We're going to stop them permanently. and it will have to work. They were sick of it. Is he? Yeah. And yeah, Woody is Peter. and the guy in the back seat is Sean's gay. So we are going to list off a couple things, and then it's time to rest.

-- There are a couple things that I. going wrong here And we do see what they are. The movie is a little odd. And the acting strange. But we don't like that. It's this bowling movie with Woody Harrelson.

==- There's a couple other things we need to. make to mention. this group that's going around following our son and harassing him, saying that they're in charge are not qualified to be near him, not to mention taking care of him. And we want them all. oiut

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so we wiat lol

Thor Freya

Olympus

[whatsonmedia]

My Advice? Don't Go Making Assumptions 

Just Because You See People Like us, Don't Immediately Assume The Basic Obvious  Last month in September a charity came under scrutiny over a photo collage that it used as part of a campaign it was launching. Now even the charity itself came under fire for what it did the concept, in my perspective, was quite an honourable one. The basics of it was to try and educate people from making assumptions about people with disabilities based on first appearances. Now as someone who lives with a Learning Disability I totally agree with the general gist of the idea. Now just in case you are at odds with what the advert was about it was based on the negative connotations and the typical scenario thinking behind them. I'll give you a quick example of some of the things I have experienced just to give you an idea of the sort of thing I'm on about. I myself am Autistic, and as an individual on the Autistic Spectrum a lot of people have frequently gone by the belief that we simply can't cope with sudden changes in routine, don't like crowds or noisy places and prefer to be left to our own company. Or be it limited. Well first of all I will tell you exactly what I strongly believe is incorrect about all of that. First of all, I don't mind noisy crowded places, it's only when I need to think I'll go somewhere quieter. I work in a profession where the working landscape can change at any given moment and I actually like those sort of challenges and welcome them. For me, it's because I get to challenge my limits so I know what needs work and what doesn't. Occasionally I'll even change my own routine if I'm bored senseless by it. Where company is concerned I'm all for it, I even enjoy working with my colleagues as I've had moments where I've had to work alone, and I'll be straight up about it; I didn't like it at all. My reasons, I found it lonely, isolating and occasionally depressing. The basic assumption i got, and quite often was, 'we know you better than you do'. Basically I've had superiors who, for whatever reasons, believed that they knew more about my disability than I did. Like the advertisement, I had to challenge this head on, quite a bit.  Let me give you another example of an assumption I had thrown at me, and this was one that I had when I was around pre-school/play group years. Also it was one that I had absolutely no idea had even been made and only learnt about it many years later. Basically when I was a very small child and somewhere into being diagnosed on the Autistic Spectrum, my parents were told by a Specialist Doctor (or someone) that I would never be able to read, write or talk properly. In other words I would grow up going through life not being able to do an awful lot for myself and that I practically be dependent on others for life no doubt. Now you can imagine what that must've been like for my parents to have been told that, and for me to learn that many years later. Absolutely shocking. Basically, due to a serious lack of knowledge and understanding I had been completely written off for the rest of my life before I had even begun it. All because of an 'assumption' which was fuelled by negative connotations  I can recall a situation from my time at college which actually supports this. When I was doing an art course in the early 00's a female student joined after a few weeks. We were informed in advance that she was hard of hearing. Now because of her problems we altered our verbal communication aka opening our mouths more when we spoke to her and slowed our speech a little. Now there's a moment I can remember clearly, and I have mentioned this in past columns I think. Me and a couple of my course mates happened to be having a conversation and our new course mate became subject of the talk. Another girl who happened to be something of a big gob openly made snide comments saying it probably wouldn't matter if we slagged her (the heard of hearing girl) off as she's deaf and wouldn't hear it. As with all clichés the very same girl walked up behind her and I clearly recall saying how she wasn't deaf but rather just hard of hearing before pointing out that she was in fact right behind her. I then pointed her out. Little Miss Big Mouth went red with embarrassment. Oh how I giggled at the girl's stupidity and all because she assumed the girl was completely deaf. If you were to ask my advice I'd happily say this; don't underestimate my intelligence and capabilities, I can do more than you think. Next time you see a deaf person, talk to their face, not the translator. Just because someone's blind don't go thinking they can't move around independently. Read the full article

[star2sworld]

rants

I’m going to be ranting on here often. I have no one to text or talk to besides my fill in therapist I don’t even tell shit to.

Today I found out my ex bsf has a bf. So what? Good for her right? yes, but why do I find myself envying her. Envying her life. Wishing it was me in her place. She glowed up, has many friends, and even a bf now.

Schools coming up. I’m stressed about this upcoming fall. I can feel myself spiral back into my old mindset. I’m already judging myself “ am I ugly? Am I not “ How do I make it stop? idk.

So, I did my makeup. To feel better. To see if I feel pretty with makeup on. I took pictures.. they all came out horribly. The inverted filter doesn’t do me justice. I always get compliments in person though so what does this mean? I’m very confused. I can’t tell. I find myself the ugliest person to exist. I don’t know how people genuinely find me pretty. Maybe they’re lying ?

Afterwards, I went on a walk to clear my mind. I had my new headsets on blast walking with my broken phone. I saw a old couple with their dog walking and all I could think in my head was “ keep walking, don’t look, “ I felt anxious walking around them. Felt like all eyes were on me when they probably weren’t. I hate this feeling. I just want to be pretty.

I came home.. and brought my cat to my room for emotional support. Instead, she meowed to leave my room. How sad. I let her out, closed the blinds and lights and put lil peep sad mix on. I finally cried. Bawled my eyes out because I just want to feel pretty and loved. I want friends, I want to be outgoing, I want to feel happy.

As I’m listening to lil peep I get the urge to smoke it away. I’m 29 days clean. I shouldn’t throw it all away but it’s tempting. I get the urge to relapse on sh. But, I hate my old scars… I don’t think it will stop me though. Maybe I should get into a idgaf mindset.

Tbh, fuck it. I think I’m going to delete every social media I have. Yes, including tiktok. I need to work on self love. Of course I am beautiful. I have beautiful big eyes, long lashes and full lips. Idk. I feel lost in this world.

I thought I was feeling better honestly. I’ve been doing my morning routine and going on walks. Constantly doing things to get myself together. Decorated my half of my room and even worked out yesterday after a long time. But why do I feel sad today?!

UGH. what is this universe. I should listen to self-help YouTube videos. I just hate watching long videos. But, I’ll do it. I’m deleting social media after this and I’m going to only consume helpful content for a week. At least I have art next school year. It will help me relax and get back into my drawing habits :)

I am loved. I am happy. I can overcome this feeling. I am worth it. I am beautiful.

As I’m saying affirmations 5 degrees come on and I feel sad 😭😢 I changed the song to talk dirty by Jason druelo. Blasting it in my headset. I feel better already.

Yes I am pretty. Yes I’m going to make friends. Be positive sista. WHAT YOU SPEAK ABOUT YOURSELF WILL ALWAYS BE BROUGHT TO REALITY!!! Pinterest is going to be my main focus. Creating a self concept and a vision board asap tomorrow.

Worth it by 5th harmony came on Fr feeling myself 😫😫 period I feel better lol I’m a bad bitch idgaf anyone who gets to know me is special. I’m a amazing person. Going to mediate now and take my makeup off eat brush floss grow eyebrows & then sleep by 10:00 sharp !! ( hopefully )

Bye loves

[tiger85]

Storytime with Xavier

You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say STAND WITH THE CHINESE PEOPLE AGAINST THE CCP!

You both like Bi.

You: hi

Stranger: M21

You: m 37

You: How are you?

Stranger: Nice what's your darkest sexual secret

You: It wasn't full on sex, but growing up my younger sister & I did some sexual things together

Stranger: How much younger is she

You: 2 years

Stranger: That's hot me and my younger brother of 2 years have had sex since I was 10 and he was 8

You: Very hot

Stranger: My dick was just big enough for penetration

Stranger: What's your darkest sexual desire / fantasy / kink

You: I wish I had a brother to do stuff with. How often do you fuck him now?

Stranger: Basically anytime we stay the night in the same place and we can

You: Quite often then?

Stranger: Not right now but used to every weekend like a year ago

You: Well I kind of fantasize about actually fucking my sis

Stranger: That's hot

You: Why not right now?

Stranger: Live too far away

You: You moved or he did?

Stranger: Both

You: That sucks. You have someone else you fuck since he's too far away now?

Stranger: My fiance

You: Oh, I bet she doesn't know you & your bro have fucked

Stranger: Absolutely not lol

You: Probably nobody really does other than who you tell on here

Stranger: Yeah pretty much me and him didn't even talk about it until like 2 weeks ago for the first time

You: How did you manage to hide it from your parents when growing up?

You: Oh really?

Stranger: See I would just go in there while he was sleeping and start sucking him off then he would wake up and then we would f***

Stranger: And when we had bu

Stranger: When we had bunk beds we did it every night

You: very nice

Stranger: But the reason we were able to hide it from our mom was that we only did it at like 3:00 a.m.

Stranger: One time I had him on his back in a recliner with his legs around my head and f***** him so hard I miss it so much

You: On school nights you'd wake up during the night just to fuck him?

Stranger: Yes it was so hot I miss it

You: I bet you do, it sounds so hot.

Stranger: It was

You: What was the riskiest time you two ever touched or did anything?

Stranger: One time I f***** him so hard he just came while I was f****** hi

You: Damn that is hot

Stranger: For one time like 2 years ago I was 19 he was 17 he was staying the night because at the time he didn't live the same house we did. Anyway we were in the living room and I had started sucking him he just woke up and pulled off his pants when my mom walked out her room so I ran down the hallway and just stood quietly in the dark while he stayed there sleeping she grab something out of the fridge went back in her room and then we f***** and then I ran back in my room

You: Oh fuck, so close to getting caught, must have turned you on even more

Stranger: It did.

Stranger: I got another one for you

You: He must have covered up with a blanket so mom wouldn't see his cock

Stranger: He did

You: Whats the other story, this is turning me on so much

Stranger: Well one time. Back like 4 years ago I was 17 he was 15. He was staying the night and I convinced him to sleep in my room and he slept on the floor. Next to the door. Well I was sitting there eating his ass and my sister walked in My youngest sister she was probably like 10. And she was like what are you doing. And I just said that he had peed his pants and I was helping him take off his pants she believed us

You: Then when she left?

You: You fucked him, right

Stranger: Well he went to the bathroom and then put his pants in the washer like he actually had peed himself then he came back into my room and 3 hours later at like 4:00 a.m. I made sure everybody was asleep and then woke him up and f***** him again

You: Do you always fuck him raw? Or use a condom?

Stranger: Always raw

You: Cum in his ass or somewhere else?

Stranger: Always in his ass

You: You liked sucking his cock, does he have a big one?

Stranger: Yeah mine's about 9 his is like probably seven and a half but very girthy but he's a total bottom

You: He's never been inside your ass then?

Stranger: I tried one time but he didn't want to

Stranger: He's complete bottom he just likes getting f***** in the ass

You: Has he at least ate out your ass?

Stranger: Oh yeah he likes to do that he likes me to put my feet in the air so he can suck my cock and balls and eat my ass

You: Very hot.

Stranger: But both of those stories were times that we didn't even know it was risky I do have a story one time that we did it knowing it was risky

You: oh please do share, I'd love to keep in contact somewhere to hear more too if possible

Stranger: Ok

You: Did you send something besides "Ok"? I've seen it say you were typing and then stop a couple of times & then start again

Stranger: So this was probably when I was 15 he was 13 My cock was probably 7 in long. Anyway, we were watching Avatar The last Airbender in our room. It was in the middle of the day and we had family over. But I got really horny so I locked the door unfortunately made him suck my cock. This was the one and only time that we did it during the day and he was fully awake. Anyway I f***** the s*** out of him came in him and then sucked him until he came and unlocked the door and act like nothing happenede

Stranger: Forcefully not unfortunately

You: Oh wow that is so hot, I wanted to say something besides hot, but not sure anything else fits lol

Stranger: Believe me I get it. Also to give some context

Stranger: I am a tall man's man closeted straight guy

You: He really didn't want to suck you off at that time of day knowing people were home

You: I like it

Stranger: He is also tall but he is super slender and kind of has the body of a woman and is completely out of the closet so it's like I'm f****** a thin boy and it is amazing

Stranger: Femboy not thin boy

You: Oh so he is gay?

Stranger: Well he just straight up is a femboy

Stranger: Yeah

Stranger: Fem boys turn me on so much

You: Where can you keep in contact besides here?

You: Very nice

Stranger: Snap reddead1000

Stranger: Do you have any good stories like this I'd love to hear one

You: I mean my sis & I never had sex, but I do have some stories I can share.

Stranger: Plsss

You: mind if I copy & paste one I have posted on xhamster

Stranger: Sure

You: Xavier on snap then?

Stranger: Yeah

You: cool added

Stranger: Also my fantasy is to suck 5 16-year-old cocks while they piss and c** all over me

You: wow that'd be interesting

Stranger has disconnected.

[dexiarinesantos]

My name is Jhulia Margaret L. Santos. You can also call me “lia or meg” but some people prefer to call me “jhuls, marga, or ya” for short. And I was born on a Saturday morning at 10:00 a.m. on 20th of November 2004, when even time seemed to stand still in my native city, Manila. You might think that growing up was a happy time in my life, but all I remember is how wonderful my mother is and how she goes above and beyond to sacrifice herself to take care of me and my older brother, who has a medical condition where he has hydrocephalus and is a special child. It sounds pitiful, doesn't it? but no need for pity! Because my mom overcame all of her battles just to save my brother and me, she works herself every night and day just to see me holding my very own diploma one day. Well to start my life journey, I was born in a house where there are so many flaws. But back then,

There was that time when my brother, a special child. He was rushed to the hospital because his fever was so high that he was having chills and seizures. I didn’t know what to do but cry and cry because I felt like I failed to take care of my older brother. Fast forward: I tried to call for my mom and my tita to get my brother rushed into the hospital because my lolo and lola didn’t also know what to do since we were all mind shocked and mentally blocked by my brother’s immediate seizures. That time I was lost, and I didn’t know what to do because that was the start of COVID 19. But thankfully, his results came out to be dengue, but still, I felt pity for my brother, who’s in a hospital bed and has dextrose in his hands. I pray and pray and pray again and again for my brother so that he can have a fast recovery, and after 2 weeks, the doctors finally said that he’s ready to be discharged since his results turned out to be great. I felt relieved by the news that he’s now healthy and laughing.

You might think that I'm such a happy go lucky child, but in reality, I grew up thinking that money plays such a big role in our lives that we can buy things we want with it. So if you want to buy something, you should earn it, and I remembered when I was a child that I wanted to give something to my mom and grandparents to express how thankful I am that they've supported us and taken care of us ever since, but the aftermath comes and reality slaps me that hard; my very own gift for them they didn't even bother to look at. All I thought at that time was that maybe they're just tired, so it's okay if they didn't even bother to look at it. But as I grew up, my mother used to teach me things that I should do and not do in life, like choosing the right path in life and not the wrong one, and that I should always not cry over things that will not help me in life or shallow things that may affect me. That I should be bold and brave to conquer the things that I should face in life, and that only good things matter in life, but let me tell you that I was once such a naughty and curious child. Yes, maybe they thought of me for many things in life, but aswe grew older, we tend to be curious about such things. There's this girl in my primary school who bullies me for not having a whole family. It angered my inner self when I was a child, so I cut her long and beautiful hair when she was sitting in the front row of the class while I was seated in the second row.

My mother was furiously yelling at me for being such a bad child when, in fact, I was just protecting my mom, who was my world and my favorite human, my universe. Life was hard for a child like me because we are not privileged enough to buy things we want because we have a tight budget. I think this also affects my inner child, because for me, I was forced to be a mature thinker at a very young age. I was pressured to be serious about my studies and ace all of my exams to be a top achiever. You may think that I sounded like I was ranting about my life as a child, but I'm thankful and grateful for my mom, who works a lot herself just to provide for my studies. Thanks to her, I was born ready to face this cruel yet beautiful life that has been bestowed upon me. It is thanks to her that I was born the woman I am today. I only have three role models in life, and those are my mom, my grandmother, and our creator.

Fast forward to my starting of my adolescent life,

Growing up I started to learn new things and be open minded in all aspects of life. And that’s where I started to learn more about myself and the world around me. Where I take a liking in watching news and politics here in our country and that’s where I first grasp my dream to become a lawyer someday, I wanted to help people to fight for their rights and have the justice they deserve. And I’m proud to say that “Ang namulat ay hindi na muling pipikit”.Because, we all know what’s happening in our corrupt government and this country. Someday, My autobiography may not be someone who’s worth to read, but this is me simply narrating my life challenges and how thankful I am to have this beautiful life, and how I am so thankful for my mother and my grandparents and to my kuya, because they are my life and I will do anything and strive hard to have a better life and future for them. Soon enough, I can provide for my precious family.

Jhulia Margaret L. Santos

Future Atty.

[midnightdevotion]

Doc

Request: Bob x reader

Warnings: Um Sweet bob?

a/n:

The wistful sigh that leaves you in unintentional. Realistically you knew Lemoore wouldn't be where you and your husband would be placed forever. It's one of the downsides to being the wife of a WSO, especially one as talented as your bob is.

One last hopeful glance that the next people in the home will take care of the flowers you had nurtured. You feel a hand on your thigh and glance over at the man you would move a million times for.

"I'm sorry honey, I know you liked it here" You give him a sweet smile, wanting to reach over and smooth the tension in his face.

"No need to apologize love, as long as I'm with you then I'm okay, I can grow new flowers" his hand squeezes your thigh and you reminisce back to when everyone told you marrying him would be a mistake so young. You never felt that way though, you were high school sweethearts, and people didn't understand how you met the one so young.

You always just tell people that when they find their Bob they will understand. You look over to the man himself, as he taps on the steering wheel, focused on driving you two down the Miramar.

When he got the letter calling him to top gun, your heart froze. You know what kind of missions top gun send people on, and they aren't the easy peasy back by dinner missions. They are the someone is most likely not coming back missions. It's doubly terrifying because while your husband is smart and very capable, he's not the one flying the plane.

Sure you try to soothe yourself with blanket statements that this pilot has also been called to top gun, they have to be good right? However, that doesn't mean much to you when you don't know how good or who they even are.

It's a five hour drive from Lemoore to Miramar, and sweet sweet bob knows exactly how your mind works, so the entire time he's blasting music and making you dance and sing along with him. It's pure bliss, looking over and seeing bob singing the song and head banging, dancing as much as he can while driving. It's these moments with him, that you cherish forever. The gleam in his eye as he laughs when you dance, or the way that every time you two stop for gas or snacks he opens your door for you, the way he tucks you into his side arm around your waist and placing a kiss on your head.

Bob is your everything.

You are currently sitting in the car, waiting for bob to come back out of the gas station. When he comes back out you see him with two bags and something potted? He comes straight to your door and opens it, grinning at you in the process.

"Well I got us tons of snacks, that way later when we get settled we can have a movie night, oh and I also saw this little cactus and I know it's not your flowers but I thought maybe you'd like something that can travel around with us? Given that it's stateside at least.." He looks up at you sheepishly and your heart swells.

"Oh Robert..." you are grinning at him so big, trying to ignore the watery eyes that are threatening to spill.

"I love you so much" is all you can say, and your voice is thick with emotion. You take the tiny little cactus from him and give him a kiss. His hand caresses your cheek but you two keep it short and sweet. Bob gets shy with PDA and you love that he's still willing to show it for you but you try to keep it light for his sake.

He places one last kiss to your nose. "I love you too darling" and then he makes his way back to the drivers side, ready to finish the last 30 minutes of your drive.

You guys get to the base around 2:00 pm, and quickly get assigned a house for you two to stay in for the next three weeks. You and bob unpack the car, moving in perfect harmony because you've done this enough times to know exactly what to do.

By the time it reaches Six you two have completely settled into the new humble abode, your new cactus sitting on the cheap ikea table. You know that the navy men and women will go to a nearby bar, just like every town, and try to piece together what is going on. While normally you just let bob go and do his things, today you'd like a drink.

"everything okay darling? You usually don't go to these things?" You look up to see a confused face.

"I know, I'd just like to get out and have a drink, maybe I can make a few friends too. I'll probably uber home early though I have an early session" He raises an eyebrow at that.

"you are most certainly not Ubering home by yourself." You laugh at his over protectiveness but nod none the less, you like how he takes care of you.

When you make it to the bar, it is a sea of Khaki. A fleeting thought of how much harder that makes it to find your husband, the one who slinks into corners and blends right in. That however, is a problem for future you. For now you make your way to the bar and order your favorite drink.

You people watch, generally in bobs area, you can tell one is too egotistical for his own good, and you hope he is not flying with your bob. Theres a couple that just seem to be good hearted jokesters. One that is egotistical but in a less loud way, and A female pilot that shows no weakness. You can't tell who you'd like your husband to be flying with.

You spend a few more hours people watching, having become a Psychiatrist-- you love to analyze people. You're good at it too, usually your observations tell you lots of things, and it can be a cool party trick to break out sometimes.

You let bob know you are ready to go by a simple text. You'd asked him once why he doesn't really tell a lot of people he works with that he's married, because he seems to brag about it everywhere else.

He'd explained it like this, there are people you trust in his line of work and there are ones that look for weaknesses. It's not just that he doesn't talk about his wife, he doesn't talk about himself in general. Too many times you think you can trust someone you are stationed with, just for rumors to spread about you as soon as you're stationed elsewhere. The last thing he wants is you to be involved in rumors, or the brunt of some disgusting mens jokes.

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The first week passes like whiplash. You hardly see bob, and you're catching up on some work because you took a few days off for the move. It's about seven when you get a text from bob saying that they are headed to the bar to cool off from today and then they have a beach thing in the morning. You are confused because usually he likes to keep work things separate, but the following text comes through that he'd love if you would come has your mind working overtime.

You decide to head to the bar to see what is going on. You push through the doors seeing Penny hurrying around the bar, and then you hear your name being called. Furrowing your brows you look to your left and see your husband excitedly waving you in.

You're a bit dumbfounded but it seems to be the theme because everyone around bob has the same look on their faces.

"holy shit bobby here really is married"

"Bob married upppppp"

"bob teach me your ways"

Everyone started talking at once, yet your confusion didn't go anywhere.

"Ignore them, Im Phoenix Bob's pilot, he's told me a lot about you!" Your attention focuses on her, the brunette you saw last week that could handle her own.

"Hi, it's so nice to meet you...I uh sorry most of the time I'm not so speechless but I wasn't expecting this" You let out a sheepish laugh.

"yeah the guys can be a bit overwhelming-" You both glance to see one of them giving your husband a noogie.

"-and stupid. They mean well though"

It goes like a flash, one minute your standing next to Phoenix getting along really well and the next you've been introduced to everyone and your finally standing with bob again.

"so honey what made you tell these guys?"

"I haven't seen you all week, and these guys are different, cocky ass hell but good, you can tell too right?" you grin at him.

"yeah I can tell, and I missed you too" he grins at you.

"So bobby here, was telling us that you are a Psychiatrist." You look up to see hangman as you were introduced smirking at you.

"that is correct yes" you watch as his smile widens.

"analyze us then" you hear a collective groan from everyone else and you laugh.

"I'll only do it to the people who want it" you feel bob shake with laughter next to you.

"Hangman you're cocky, undeniably so, but why? Everyone here is at least as good as you are and they don't act so arrogant, and that's the key word isn't it, act. My guess is you have some kind of troubled past that fuels you into wanting to be the best of literally everything you do because once upon a time nothing you did was good enough. Am I close?" The smile slowly slipped off of his face as you went on. He swallows hard.

"damn Doc, you didn't have to hit me so hard" he mumbles.

"You did ask" and everyone laughs. The mustached one slaps him on the back.

"I'm almost scared to hear mine, but let's hear it" You watch as he rubs his hands together in obvious nervousness.

"You spend more time than any one else here calculating your next move, I imagine that is true in the air too, which leads me to believe you know what happens when something goes wrong in more than just a theoretical sense." His eyes hold surprise, but he smiles at you which helps you calm your nerves a bit.

"you certainly are good doc." the night continues like this, people would ask your snap judgements and you would share within reason, not wanting to truly hurt someone.

You get to know Phoenix more and even have plans to get together tomorrow. It makes your heart swell with happiness, you are hardly around women with Bob's job and she seems amazing. It helps soothe your worries knowing she's his pilot too.

You're genuinely excited for the next few weeks and even more elated when you find out that you will all be stationed to stay in Miramar together.

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