#but tgats a different story

[hungwy]

Today my old ass coworker (unrelated to previous coworker mentioned) who works in a different department told me he built parts for fighter jets used during the gulf war

[labratboygirl]

oh i Bet she isnt even dead .

[atticoratticus]

I think it's so funny when people say they don't like VilKei because Cater apparently would 'only be with Vil for clout'

Genuinely asking, why do you think he would specifically seek out a RELATIONSHIP for that. He's shown asking for pictures and stuff, and yeah that's very likely for the clout. But a RELATIONSHIP??? A specifically ROMANTIC relationship?? I'm sorry but I just don't get tgat argument. Cater has explicitly said during I thinkkk the Halloween event that he 'doesn't do long-term friendships', and it's safe to assume that goes for actual relationships as well. So with that in mind, why would he pursue an actual romantic relationship if his heart genuinely wasn't in it.

Also the fact that Vil absolutely would not put up with that were that the case. He would be able to tell if someone was just with him for the fame, and he wouldn't just sit back and accept it LMAO, he would call it out. ALSO also I'm fairly certain wouldn't even be open to the public about being in a relationship, at least until a decent amount of time has passed with him being in said relationship. Not just because of general public opinion since he's VERY famous, but because fans can be RUTHLESS when their favorite celebrities get in relationships. He probably wouldn't be open about it for the partner to even get clout from dating him in the first place

Like yes it's a rarepair, yes they barely interact like AT ALL in both the main story and vignettes, yes it's okay to not like them as a ship, but calling it shallow is just??? When people say they ship Vilkei (or when I say I ship Vilkei) I mean it in the sense that I like thinking about how their dynamic and relationship could be after they actually grow close and develop, not just exactly as it is in the story.

There is a LOT of empty space between books (iirc each overblot is at least a month apart according to smth in book 7?? Don't quote me on that though) that could be used to develop and explore different dynamics between characters

[mother-of-houseplants-2]

lip, fiona, and frank: refractions, not reflections

writing this because i think people talk a lot about lip and fiona 'turning into' frank as the seasons go on because they inherit his alcoholism, yet that doesn't really capture the exact nature of their character arcs and isn't entirely fair to them as individuals.

i personally think the fact that they inherit his addiction issues make their stories so interesting because alcoholism doesn't manifest in their characters/story arcs the same way it does in frank's. also, the fact that they actually want to recover (and do!) makes them so fundamentally different from him that it's astounding.

not saying that they don't inherit frank's anger, or his cleverness, or etc., but i don't think their inheritance of his alcoholism is a 1-to-1 comparison and that's narratively important!!! (restricting my english major analysis to under the cut).

frank, notably, drinks and does drugs throughout the show because, as he claims, it’s his way of life; getting out of his mind and partying is what makes him happy. it gives him purpose in life. it numbs the pain. he could recover if he wanted to (like in season one), but his sense of self is so tied up with his addiction that doing so would mean killing the version of himself frank likes best. booze was his first love; he’ll never leave it. and he’s passed it on to his children.

lip

i think lip’s alcoholism arc was so poignant and painfully realistic in the show. him talking about how he started drinking at 12 (influenced by frank, it’s easy to presume) to numb the pain of his fucked up life was just heartbreaking, and him getting drunk with frank in season two when he feels aimless and scared and lost after graduating high school was like a punch to the gut. it’s clear that his addiction comes not just from a place of wanting to fit in and being socialized into thinking it’s normal and fine by his father and neighborhood, but also out of a desire for relief.

the first time he gets help, he treats it like a joke. like his father, he doesn’t believe in aa, pokes fun at the 12-step program, rations his chips so he can continue drinking. he’s in denial about his problem, which is chilling to see.

the scene where he’s in the bar downing vodka in the middle of the day and kev confronts him for dropping out of college by saying “that’s where your father sits every day” is so painful. because frank was in college, too, before his crazy relationship and his addictions and self sabotage derailed his life, and lip could go the exact same way.

and lip is still convinced he’s fine. it’s reminiscent of frank’s assertions that he doesn’t have a problem, that he could stop anytime, that everyone’s making a big deal out of nothing. neither he nor lip are fooling anyone.

but what distinguishes lip's addiction from frank's is that lip doesn’t just drink because he likes it and the person it makes him; he starts to not, actually, like the person it makes him. it's just tgat his life is falling apart around him. he’s stressed from college (where he feels he doesn't belong), from helène (who doesn't want him), from youens (who he desperately wants to please). he gets sloshed at parties to let loose and have fun and just forget about everything for once and escape.

the main difference between them is that escapism; lip doesn't necessarily enjoy being drunk, he just does it to feel good, to party, to just let go and leave his shitty life and choices behind. but notably, he isn't satisfied with escapism or empty fun the way frank is; he wants more. he knows he and the people around him deserve more.

the second time he gets help, it’s because his eyes have been opened to his problem. frank, of all people, calls him out. things with sierra go to shit. and he knows he needs help for real this time. it’s not easy; he struggles, is lost in terms of career and education and relationships for a bit, and he relapses sometimes. but he fights it because he doesn’t want to be like his father.

really, frank led lip down the path of addiction in the first place, and not wanting to continue down that path is what makes him want to get better.

fiona

fiona’s shown drinking pretty regularly throughout the show, as well as doing drugs in s4, but her alcoholism doesn’t hit a peak and come to the forefront of her issues until her life goes to complete shit in s9.

her boyfriend betrays her. she loses her job and her apartment complex. her attempts to make money all go down the drain. her dreams are shattered. no one in her family needs her anymore (something she's built her entire identity on, which leaves her completely unmoored). so she goes to the alibi every night and gets hammered because she’s lost and needs to forget. which is all too familiar...

but what’s interesting is that frank actually confronts her about being a “bad drunk.” he expresses again that he enjoys drinking, has fun with it, takes it slow and has a good time, but accuses fiona of not knowing when to stop. this is true. frank’s alcoholism is his way of life, but fiona’s is a cry for help. it is self destructive at its core.

fiona drinks to forget, sure, but she doesn't drink to have fun or feel good or loosen up enough to party; she's still miserable the entire time she's drunk and intentionally goes far enough to black out every night. she's seeking escape, too, but not just from the world; fiona drinks because she's so deep in her own self-loathing she wants to get away from herself. she wants to destroy herself.

and she's in denial about it, too! she doesn’t realize she has a true problem until she almost gets robbed or potentially hurt by some guys at patsy’s. she doesn’t seek help until lip kicks her out - which is a whole other issue - and it’s then that she realizes she needs help.

but unlike lip, who has support in his recovery from his family and friends, fiona’s alone. her family isn’t understanding; they give up on her in the name of “tough love.” she’s on her own. but she does it.

and it makes her realize she doesn’t have to stick around and feel useless and sad. it's not the person she has to be, not anymore. getting sober made her realize her potential - and what she needed to do to reach it. it made her realize she could leave. getting sober made her free.

in conclusion

it's perfectly fair to say fiona and lip inherit some of frank's qualities due to their abuse/neglect/parentification/etc at his hands, as well as their poor coping mechanisms for their shitshow of a life. but their relationship with alcohol - and recovery - are fundamentally different.

ultimately, the fact that they choose recovery at all is the biggest indicator of their difference from him. because frank only ever recovers for money or for a dare; never for the things that matter, like his health or his children. fiona and lip, however, care about their family and friends and don't want to hurt them. they want to be better individuals. they want to learn how.

their desire to do good, when compared to frank's utter disregard for the world around him, is truly at the crux of their identities and makes them, honestly, leagues better than their father.

[girlbowser]

Give meq tgat fefat <> roxy stuffff please

alright bear with me for a second i gotta paint a word picture

imagine youre roxy lalonde, right.

you just entered the game. youve got a bottle of momslime. your modus was literally built to hold ectobiologized goo. youve been feeling the weight of destiny on your shoulders -- YOU ARE GOING TO MEET HER. she might be dead but you are going to meet her.

and you get to your sprite,

and theres just

a fucking

CLOWN

and two corpses that he throws into the kernel.

(the first homestuck fic i ever read, Conference Call, has a version of the erisolsprite prototyping. they fought gamzee and got their fuckin asses kicked. its great.)

and then youre left with just. Some Alien Bitch. and its like the universe is teasing you, because she's partially the DIRECT DESCENDANT of the fishwitch what killed your mom, and also a cat???? you are so sick to death of cats. you have been up to your fucking ass in cats. its just too much

and then she just. talks to you

and you slowly start to listen

you hear about her lives on alternia. what it was like being a princess, what it was like being the pauper. how they weren't even really friends, before -- they ran in different circles.

but they're one person, now. one person dedicated to *helping you.*

we never find out how roxy quit drinking, or who helped her through it

(it was fefeta)

and fefeta *loves* you. she listens to you talk about boys. you talk about your mom. fefeta never really spoke to her... but her nepeta half *knows what happened to your kitty frigglish* after he died. and frigglish said that your mom was okay.

that everything was going to be okay

and it's just. jane had her shit. jake was up in his shit. dirk had fucked off with his shit. and roxy really only had fefeta!!!!!!!!

and i think they were moirails and i think they loved each other so much. frankly. tbf.

roxy is a trans woman, fefeta is newly plural. they have a lot in common. tbqh. its like. its very beautiful. in my eyes. in my vision.

and then

she dies

and this is like. this is a really big fucking deal honestly?

fefeta's death is like. a huge thing. its one of the only things she tells john about when summarizing the entirety of her session.

and this isnt something she magically gets back in the post-retcon timeline, either

like... when fefeta dies, there isnt a post-retcon fefeta. (we'll GET TO YOU JASPROSE.) it's just roxy who remembers fefeta's existence at all -- her friends dont have any connection to her. *nobody alive in all of reality* remembers her.

fefeta isnt just dead, dude, shes Fucking GONE. shes the goner ever. shes fuckin erased.

but honestly

on a level? good for her.

we've seen what being in homestuck does to people. it warps them, reshapes them. (see the new hsbc upd8 for some cool imagery about it.) fefetasprite was never a real part of the story. she got away with being silent -- her words are hidden from us. she was never in LE's clutches.

and why would LE even want to clutch her

she's the sword that's going to kill him, after all

:3

i call fefetasprite the "cat fish witch" for a very important reason. a) its cute BUT B). if you look at caledfwlch, dave's sword, and just sorta. squint at the word. it looks like cat fish witch. that's fefeta. she Iss the cat fish witch.

so what does her death mean?

well it's not like dave used an UNBROKEN sword to fight LE.

feferi is the part of the sword still left in the stone. the part we forgot and left behind.

which leaves Nepeta, the other half of this broken sword, of the Cat Fish Witch

to kill the shit out of Lord English. B33

the sword was always going to kill him!!!!!!!! fefetasprite was the sword!!!!!!!!!!! NEPETA WAS ALWAYS FATED TO DEFEAT LORD ENGLISH!!!! AM I CLINICALLY INSANE? YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

anyway. all this to say.

i wrote a fic about this.

check out the second work in the series for roxy processing the emotions that none of her post-retcon friends remember her moirail. it's some good stuff i think!!!!!!! also hal is there!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

anyway jasprose is just roxy's initial dream of reviving her mom in her kernelsprite brought to life through the most roundabout and indirect and stupid way possible. send POST

[rumeysawrites]

Happy STS!! Can I request an infodump of Thiruneah? She sounds cool!

(also how do you track all your characters? Is it a spreadsheet or something?)

Yessss! Thank you! Thiruneah is probably one of my lore characters that even I still feel curious about!

As one of the three goddesses tgat emerged from The Might (the primordial force that made up the all of Existence) in the very beginning. She was the second of the three "sisters" to come into existence, after Eliltta (the goddess of life and creation) and before Nihynia (goddess of space, worlds, and dimensions.

Thiruneah is the goddess po time, and the one pillar of the Triple Balance that is always standing. The ever-flowing threads of time are conjured,c ontrolled, and protected by her.

Unlike her sisters who often went around to maintain life or the universes they've created, Thiruneah would basically never leave her domain at the center of Existence. She was the one who made sure time flowed as it was supposed to for every universe, world, person, etc.

Basically, she was one of the key reasons there's any order at all in Existence.

Of course, such a responsibility could cause someone to grow very strict and rigid, as Thiruneah is known to be the least lenient of all ten of the deities with crystald, as well as the kast to volunteer.

In that sense, Thiruneah is probably the epitome of a l"awful neutral" character, as she has a very strict moral code centeering around keeping tge balance abd order of the Existence togather, but also being unwilling to break those codes even if it means any hero or villain asks for help from her. She's a stable force of nature, strong and seemingly unchanging.

The most well-known myth about her in Interdimensional, is about her punishment of Arfene (goddess of magic) for implementing time as an element for some of her magic systems without asking for Thiruneah's permission. It's believed that Arfene had lived ten thousand years of mortal lives, reincarnating in a different world of Thiruneah's choosing every time she died.

She's also the deity who (albeit reluctantly) gave power for the Crystal Of Time, which Kent has in the main series, and later Alondra finds one of the missing pieces of. Time as a spellcasting element is banned by both BSA and Dark Crystal, which only three people at max are even permitted by Thiruneah to have the access to it in the first place (that being Kent, Wilfrid and in incredibly minor ways, Alondra), as it's considered one of the most dangerous elements a person can wield. Both that and everyone knows what the fact that happened when even a deity tried to use time nagic.

We will also see Thiruneah in both the Divine Trials Arc and the Time Travel Arc, which happen in and after year 8 respectively. However unlike Eliltta and Nihynia, Thiruneah doesn't have as large of an impact on the Legendaries, not because she can't, but because she chooses not to. Remember, what she watches over is far more than just the timeline of Eight Alters. She still does what's necessary for her to do but doesn't go further thsn that.

Lastly, in one of my side stories that I co-write with a friend (where we put our single characters through a fun matchmaking event, and trust me there are over three hundred of those characters-), Thiruneah is matched with an immortal fire elemental named Ignacius, who's among the most prominent vessels Lorkness (Beislar), making him one of the main antagonists in the series. I do know they will interact at least once in the main series too, but I'm not sure how it'll happen or how it'll go.

I hope this was enough infodumping about our lovely Lady Time. :)

As for how I keep track of my characters... I'm not 100% sure either. I do have three separate lists (one on my Notes app, one on my Character Story Planner, and one on Quotev), but none of the lists are complete, the one in my Notes app in particular having outdated names for many of the earlier characters I made. And none of the lists sp far include some of the important characters such as Iluthmil siblings, Keegan family members, Francis, Beatrice, Jarek, Roimata, Cassandra, or Aphelion.

Turns out I mostly keep them in my head and remember through their roles (as I used to always forget that Dark Crystal's main tech guy was a dwarf man named Gwydion with a grumpy grudge against Frank, until I gave him a proper role in the first Meras arc). But having an organized list does help, which I'm working on. I promise.😅

[red-signal]

Hi im Red heres a pinned post

IM TRYING TO MAKE SOME SORT OF SYSTEM NOW THAT I HAVE 28,317 TOTAL POSTS MOSTLY FOR MY OWN UNDERSTANDING OF THINGS.

OKAY LETS SEE.

WHEN IM TALKING UHH. #w o r d s

yeag tgat works

#comics

^for when i reblog comics. shocking

#stories

for when i reblog word stories. shush i know thhe comics are stories but. i like making it different anyway

#I did a thing :D

^for the rare occasion i actually do smthn

#important

#save

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i think are self-explanatory

and this might be updated in the future

[skull001]

The nationality of creators have no relevance... except IT DOES.

Blows my mind how people can be so self-centered as to assume that people in all nations have the same ideas and culture... things that do play a part in shaping who we grow to be. What ideas and believes we have and how they influence works, including those of fiction.

Consider for example the US and how most stories about invasions from aliens and how it's always about funding the weakness tgat can kill'em all.

While Japan, a nation once with the same imperialistic hoals until it lost WWII and abandoned such warmongering ways, adopted other view to the point they even reflect on thrir fictional works, where even similar scenarios of an alien invasion are handled different, with the resolution being co-existance and mutual understanding.

I cannot be judged of bias as if betraying the US since I am Mexican and see both from an outside perspective. And frankly, they both have very different ideas that can add or detract depending on context.

The Japanese, IMO, have always been more welcoming to having female characters who are handled with respect as heroines that are as admirable as the men. Sadly in the western side, the norm seems to still consider female characters only worth if they renounce feminine things.

Imagine you have two writers: one grew with the more open JP media, while the other exposed to less open ideas.

What do you think is going to happen whdn one has to adapt the work of the other?

Here either they respect their works, culture snd ideas when localizing, or they change things to make it more like their native culture.

Frankly, the ideal is to respect the original, because only by being exposed to the other's ideas we come closer to a better understanding. The second option, IMO, is much closer to censorship... and I never liked it.

When I want to try something new, I want the real deal, not a watered down/censored and altered version. Who gives them the right to chose what ideas I can be exposed to and which not?

In the particular case of Sonic, it revolves me how much is changed from the original. Never had any love for things like StC!Sonic and how much he deviates from the JP characterization. I don't give a rats if it was done because "Lad culture" or whatever. Same on the american side, and the way they altered dialogues to negatively affect character interactions.

Or what about characterizations?

Amy is a case that pains me for how her character has been having her spark diminished because of this obsession with making her a role model instead of a character. Of wanting to change things as if the cultural ideas from the nation around which she was created where, somehow, wrong and need to be fixed. Fuck that shit!

What resulted from their meddling is barely a shadow of the original character. And all because it was western people, arbitrarely deciding for others what is right from wrong.

And yet, I'm the "xenophobe". You idiots don't even know the bloody meaning of "phobia". It's irrational fear. It does not apply to me when I expose my REASONS to stand against said unnecessary meddling and sanitization that no one other than these intolerants want to have.

[ivanca]

Walking behind her

This a short fictional story, in dire need of a good editor.

Every time I see a woman walking alone in the dark I feel the need to protect her but I can't get close because that would be threatening, better to forget about her and keep walking, but maybe I can keep an eye on her? just from afar, oh fuck we have been walking more than 10 blocks together, is she going to someone near my house? She is obviously thinking that I'm following her and that I am a threat, wait - maybe it's all in my head, yeah you are just a human trying to get to your destination, if the route happens to be the same than a random person that's not your problem, yeah, I will keep walking to my address, I'm sure her route will be different than mine soon enough and I'm overthinking it, oh shit - she turned right when I need to turn right too, there is no way I can just turn right now, I'll just stand here and look at my phone for a few minutes, it's gonna get darker but it's Ok, I'm sure it will be long enough for her to walk away, lets just watch some memes, that always makes time fly, "Give me that phone!" I heard as I feel a sharp object against my back, I freeze for a few seconds then I give him my phone, "give me all your money!", I empty my pockets, there is just a single 20 dollar bill, he takes it, spins and starts to quickly walk away.

I'm trying to process what just happened, I start walking really fast towards my house, I see that the woman I wasn't following its now in my path again, intrusive thoughts win despite still being in panic mode, thoughts about her safety and how she feels about me, I consider them intrusive now that I have bigger concerns as it is to get home ASAP, doesn't matter, they scream loud in my head, its ridiculous, maybe I should just shout my address then she will know where I'm going and that I am not following her? Wait that's crazy - I can't just shout my address, focus man focus, I just need to get home, fuck her fears - I just need to get home, its just gonna take a couple of minutes to walk right by her now that I'm walking faster, the moment of truth I'm overtaking her, she sprays a gas against me, oh shit its pepper spray I think, I'm not sure, I try to say "Wtf women" but instead I gasp out loud and its intelligible, she runs screaming as I sit on the footway

What is this day, why is this happening to me, I recompose enough to keep walking, now much slower again, if someone tries to mug me again I'm just gonna punch them, if that doesn't work then I am gonna be stabbed and I will be death, somehow tgat doesn't sound so bad right now, I try to think that better times will come, I start blaming myself, "of course overtaking her at that speed was gonna frighten her you idiot", but another part counteracts, "if you had overtaken her at right at the beginning where it was bright and there was a wide pathway this wouldn't have happened at all", that is not making me feel any better, "you did the right thing, it was just an accident, if she knew that you had no ill intentions this wouldn't have happened", yeah she is right to assume ill intentions from me right? Yeah there are too many bad men out there, and I could be one of them, does that mean I should kill myself? What? Where does that come from? Yeah you have determined women would feel safer if you just didn't exist right? That's too dark stop being so dramatic maybe I should just avoid walking alone at night, no Idiot! if I walk with other men that would just scare them even more, yeah I just need to avoid walking at night all together, yeah like the opposite of batman haha, I bet if I told someone that one they would laugh with me, oh right I don't have any friends, I foolishly let die the two friendships I had from high school, I think I assumed others would come later or something, my mind its gonna kill me, lets just turn the TV; just my luck there is an interview about the wage gap, some woman it's quoting how much female CEOs win against male CEOs, it's impossible for me to not remember I earn a minimum wage, this is not doing anything good for my mental health, lets just turn off the tv, I will just play some music I like, the ads on Spotify remind me I'm too poor to have a premium subscription, the third ad comes through and I cannot take it anymore and just shut it down too, silence I think for myself, silence is still free, and I try to relax to the sound of silence, my eyes betray me and they point me to a letter I received that morning, it's from the landlord asking for the delayed rent, I immediately recall it's not really a landlord but a landlady, I cannot avoid thinking that she earns more than me, after all she has a couple other properties in this same building, maybe more, I only found out about those from overhearing stuff in the elevator, where is the wage gap there? Wtf that doesn't make any sense, we don't have similar jobs, the wage gap it's about pay in the same job stupid, then I remember that there cannot be any wage gap for me, I earn a minimum wage, they earn the same and that's it, wait they want me to care about the difference between people that earn more than me? and that I should care that the reason behind it is related to genders? I recall now that some people do believe they will get a better job in the future so maybe for them it's easy to care, that the wage gap will eventually affect them, I'm pretty sure I no longer have those hopes.

Another morning, that shitty day it's behind me and this one is just gonna be regular one, nothing particularly good but nothing particularly bad will happen and that will be good enough, I take the elevator, there is a very pretty woman there, perfect body, full makeup, must be a influencer or something, she is talking over the phone, "If you really love me just give me the code" -silence- "That is not enough I need the numbers or we are done" -long silence- wait wait, she takes the phone away from her ear and starts typing something, then put its back on her ear and shouts "I knew you truly loved me, from the first time I saw you I knew you were one of the good ones! I love you! -- Yes tomorrow -- Bye sweetheart!", I assume he just gave her some bank account password, or something close enough, I see her body in her nice skin tight outfit and cannot help feeling strongly attracted to her, shit! Maybe I would do the same if I were him? The attraction I feel is quite something. I would like to believe I'm smart enough to avoid being abused in such a way but my judgment is severely impaired just by looking at her so I cast serious doubt about that, hell! a part of me wants me to just slap her butt, how would that help me in any way whatsoever? She would scream, other guys would rightfully punch me after she informs them of what happened, any pleasure wouldn't even span more than one second or two so why am I even thinking about it? Of course the very first reason that thought shouldn't exist its because it's evil, I wouldn't want someone to touch my butt without my permission so why I would do the same to someone else, well that moral filter clearly failed so I guess I'm just a bad man like that, wait I haven't acted on it so I'm not a bad man, maybe not one of the best ones but definitely not a bad one, did that moral filter ever worked or I just hadn't felt that much attracted before? oh shit maybe it's impossible to tell.

My expectations were all wrong, I got fired today, I missed a call to start my shift earlier, and I said "missed" in the spatial sense since it happened wherever the thief is and not in my pocket; the fears start seething in, I see homeless people on my way home and cannot stop thinking I will be one of them soon, I try to counteract those thoughts by thinking that I almost certainly qualify for unemployment benefits, that fails as maybe I just don't know much about law and maybe there is some reason I don't qualify, I realize that all of them are men, a detail that I had completely overlooked until now that the fear of becoming one sets in.

I seem to recall that feminist from TV saying that the patriarchy puts men ahead of women so I have the silliest thought and wonder "what is the patriarchy's number?", right now it feels like if they put me ahead of anyone it would be an improvement, even some pets have better than me, if they can put me ahead of one of those it will certainly help, but the patriarchy doesn't have a number, its more of a philosophical thing right? They don't call it that but surely its what they meant, stop thinking about all that silliness, lets just try to get some sleep, my head will be clearer with a bit more sleep.

I was right, I don't qualify for unemployment benefits, a bit later as I walk from the store from buying the last meal I will probably be able to afford in a while I realize I'm once again walking behind a woman without any other soul in sight, my life is in shambles but I still cannot help but think about how she feels unsafe because I'm walking behind her, and I ask myself "why do I fucking care?" I have it so bad so why do I care about her feelings of safety, it's my life that's in ruins now why does my brain bothers me with such things? How do I stop caring? That last question struck quite a nerve so I just stand still for I don't know how long, as I come to my senses the woman is long gone and there is even a few other people walking by, "let's prevent this from happening ever again" I tell myself, no women will feel unsafe thanks to me ever again, or maybe that is just an unemployed man trying to see himself as philanthropic and it had nothing to do with recalling that I have a shotgun somewhere at home.

[bbina]

I was not prepared for last chapter user bbina 😭😭😭😭😭 also omzzz Seok got a girlie 🤭🤭🤭 ngl this is the best work I've read till this date frr like usually if the story gets to detailed i start losing interest and sometimes the slow updates too (but i understand that cuz we're human🫂) but BTL had me invested since the v beginning till the end everyday i used to wait eagerly for the next chapter 😭😭 it's a bit sad that it has ended 😭😭 thinking about all the plots by anons : the love triangle, tgat one anon thinking 💊 had a part where yn dies and also i still laugh at how quickly bbinaverse turned against yn when she made Binnie cry we were ready to k word her and even mentally prepared for a whole new character as Binnie's new partner 😭omg as much as I'm excited for the future work of yours I'm srs gonna miss BTL era sm it'll always be v close to my heart🩷 thank you so much user bbina for giving my precious ynbin an interesting love life 🤪😭 ilysm thank you for working hard

SEOK GOT CUFFED 😭 WONBIN IS FREE FROM HIS CHAINS OF BEING TORMENTED!! ITS EUNSEOK'S TURN TO FEEL WONBIN'S WRATH!!!! jk

thank you so much for sticking around til the end!!! usually people start to leave once the climax hits and no one rlly sticks around for the ending but THANK YOU FOR PUSHING THROUGH AND INVESTED IN BTL!! HOPE UR TIME WASN'T WASTED!!!!

god the 299792 different canon endings because of our tenants creativity 😭 y'all are so fucking funny the pill and wave poll rlly did a number on everyone after yn literally broke wonbin's heart 😭 UNITED WE STAND FOR PARK WONBIN!!!!! lowkey was preparing an ending where yn didn't end up with nobody at all bc everyone HATED yn so bad 😭 yall acted like it wasn't a self insert fic but yn is a whole entity 😭

thank you so much for reading!!!!!! i'm truly am so grateful for the readers who took their time of day to read and keep up with btl 🥹 fruits of labor tbh... like i wish i can tell u all about how i plotted btl from the start AAHHHH i really am so happy you guys enjoyed it the way i enjoyed every process of making it!!!

[frostwork]

Sorry for reblogging this but somehow i wasnt expecting the biblical aspect and it along woth everything else hit me like a truck.

Like I wasn’t expecting this gacha game to go this deep man and it keeps doing these expectation smashing story bits tgat surprise me with their depth every time I genuinely love this game.

Like the positive aspects that can come from nihility as a concept. How an endless never ending paradise can become a cage. What are you willing to lose of yourself? What if the Mouse tm was real and loved you and wanted to save people? Capitalism and exorbitant opulence are poisons that steal from the masses and you can recognize that and form a solution but only as a collective can people break free from the cycle because a single person or group can only perpetuate a different cycle of abuse.

Penacony

What I expected:

What I got:

[especdreamy]

See when I say i'm not very smart i mean it like. Well technically I AM smart according to Some Tests™ but like. Who cares anyways I remember how years ago I used to. Microwave the butter slightly every morning. Because it was winter and I would want to have a buttered toeast but the butter would always be really cold and hard to spread. So I would microwave it. So it gets softer. My mom told me to stop doing that so I did. But that doesn't solve the issue of my butter is too hard to spread it and. Well during that time we kept it inside a plastic tupperware container sometimes, other times in a little like square dish. Or whatever. And that specific morning it was a tupperware contained butter.

And I was like. Okay so how am i meant to warm up the butter without microwaving it. My smartass (/s) decided to place the Plastic Tupperware Container With Butter In It on top of the toaster while it was toasting my rbead. I thought it was very smart like! I get toast and softened butter! Anyways nkt very happy to notice the tupperware started melting off. In my defense i thought it was like. Heat resistant plastic. Anyways.

[the-empress-7]

So reading between the lines (in laymans terms)-

1. They did not understand any of the terms they agreed to in the Sandringham summit. Harry just wanted looked at the money they will immediately be getting and thought they could negotiate the rest of the terms later.

2. They said they would pay for their own security and left in a huff. Until then, Harry likely never thought about the security aspect in detail and did not understand what an RPO meant. He got it courtesy of his dad all his life. Tgats why he keeps throwing "I inherited the risk' and "birthright".

3. They did visit Canada house in Jan 2020 to negotiate security. This was a day before Megxit broke. So they likely negotiated with Can govt to provide security till march, their review period. They we're plugging all loopholes. And Harry thought he could carry on doing this forever. Hence he agreed to pay for security.

4. He stayed at FrogCot for the funeral and so security was paid for. He stayed at a hotel for statue thingy. And had to pay for his body guard, car, transport etc (most likely). That's when he realized the difference in his stayand it hurt his ego.

5. This story was not broken earlier because it's basically way too dumb. Post Andy's title stripping it seemed a good story.

6. He probably did wanna come back in Sept for the statue party and christening but Will likely refused their demands. Windsor chapel, FrogCot, RPOs, Netflix hangers-on were likely refused so they did not come. And instead wrote a letter to the govt asking for a review. Harry probably thought they refused his security but surely they would agree once he told them he is coming with his family. They still refused and said it's the law.

7. They are scared post Andy's thing that the actual terms of Megxit will be revealed and the world will know they have no royal connection or privilege. So far they have been coasting on their half in half out, pretending they are still important. This has not been the case since last year I assume.

8. I think they still get an annual allowance from Charles. But nothing else - no security, bills, staff, accommodation etc is covered. So asking for security is the only way to get more benefits and seem important.

9. Trouble in relationship surely. No PR team would let his leftover reputation be damaged by these petty lawsuits like this. I really really think Meghan is letting him be ridiculed like this and it's part of her discard strategy. To make sure he has nothing to go back to.

Thank you.

Small correction on #7, they were never half in and half out. They were 100% out as of March 31, 2020 and permanently so as of March 31, 2021.

[libraford]

OK so a brief rundown of each because theres a whole sit com happening here.

Zoning drama:

My neighborhood is home to a handful of unused plots of land that were going to be used as cul-de-sacs in the 80s before the developer ran out of money and it got taken by overgrowth. One of them got bought out by a different developer who wants to put in an old folks home but it has to be rezoned as commercial, city approved it. The neighborhood is PISSED in a very specific nimby way and put up all these signs on protest.

I've been a real pill about it because first it was 'save our parks!' Its not a park or I would have to maintain it as a parks employee. 'Save our nature preserve!' Not a nature preserve. Only nature preserve is tge one where they found tge body. 'Save our wetlands.' Not a wetland. Yalls move.

I keep asking them: what's wrong with having an old folks home nearby? They're great neighbors- they don't party, they're in bed by 9, and having a medical facility nearby means they have to reinforce the power grid. Only downside is mildly increased traffic, and the facility only houses like 32 people.

"Well, imagine your quiet little neighborhood is suddenly overrun by tge bright lights and loud sirens of emergency vehicles."

I live on the east end, Pam, right by the fire station, and BOTH my neighbors had multiple age-related emergencies in the past two years- face it Pam, the neighborhood is ageing.

But because my Facebook profile wasn't updated and says I still live in one of tge nearby cities, they've all decided that I was paid by the facility to silence them. Like if I was a paid actor do you thin I'd be living on the rental end of tge street, Pam?

Absolutely wild.

Roosters:

I wrote a longer bit about this when it happened, but over tge summer I worked for tge parks here. One day I was out on my rounds and saw two roosters in one of my parks. Called animal control and they did nothing. Got ahold of a local rescue and she captured the big one but tge little one got away.

Next Sunday I'm doing rounds again and I see a domestic pigeon at our shelter and she's clearly associating hands with food, so she's starving. Rescue lady can't come right away, we lock tge bird in the janitor closet.

She calls when she's nearby and we drop everything to get them together. Unfortunately this means interrupting a birthday party to free tge bird, upsetting one older lady who had opinions about birds and diseases.

Rescue lady tells me to keep an eye out for tge little bantam rooster that got away and I'm like yeah sure but there's coyotes here tgat bird is probably dead.

TWO WEEKS LATER I'm driving down tge road where they're gonna put tge old folks home and I think I see a crow, but it's not moving like a crow.

It's the fuckjng rooster, still fucking alive and living off of clover.

Long story short, we got all the birds and I got beef with tge head of animal control.

Psychic: tw domestic abuse, murder

OK so when i first moved here a woman went missing and her husband was leading the search. This was right before the pandemic and then continued during the pandemic, so there were some barriers causing the investigation to come to a halt.

We pretty much figured she was dead. And anyone who knew her according to my friend would tell you it was her husband because he was an abusive asshole to her and their kids. But tgere was no body, so there was no evidence.

Police don't employ psychics normally, they contact them when they're at a dead end. Enter Barb, local psychic medium and vodka aunt.

Barb tells them 'what you seek is at the beginning.'

So they go back to the house and search tge nature preserve behind the property and guess what- body. Strangled with an extension cord.

Find the murder weapon in their house, husband tries to cover it up as a suicide and he hid the body out of shame, then the kids finally spoke up and now he's in jail.

At least, this is details according to my friend who knows Barb and apparently she's very smug about solving the murder case kind of sort of.

And that's a summary of rumors and things that may or may not be happening jn my township.

Love small town drama. The Starbuck's near me closes down early because they can't keep staff (local dude keeps saying 'its because they unionized frowny face' and I'm like... if the manager is a piece of shite then the union didn't cause the walk-out, darlin') and someone was asking the facebook group where to get a cup of coffee.

Someone said, emphatically, 'Don't go to (local joint.)'

Local joint in question being very much a queer positive environment and specifically where all the queers hang out.

'Ok, why?'

'Neither me nor my friends go there and haven't since 2020 because they asked me to keep my mask on while all the other restaurants had lifted the mask rules and that was the final straw.'

... well.

....makes me wonder what the other straws were.

[itsmadamehydra]

My Savior || Wayne McCullough

A/N: Just some teenage girl trying to write the story inside her head, hope u like it.

Pairing: Wayne McCullough x oc

Warnings: rape, intention of rape, harassment, blood mention, bullying, language (a little strong)

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I've always like to watch him by far, he just seems different from the rest (and oh boy, he is).

The first time I saw him I was in 7th grade. I was just one more girl of the many others that her tities just had started to show and my period started to visit me. I remember that day clearly, I was sitting at the hallway with my bestfriend at the time, eating infront of our lockers when I saw him.

"Am telling ya girl, the answer of number 5 was c." I said trying to reason with her about the science test answers "I told you that if u needed help to study, I could help ya." I smile at her and move my arm upward to touch her shoulder

"Yeah, yeah, I know...are you sure it was not D?" she said frowning her eyebrows once more. We stayed in silence for a sec before bursting into laughter and tears

Little by little our laughs started to fade, allowing ears to hear the background and aswell some loud voices, it sounded like an argument but by the hears of it a fight was going to start soon. "What you think is happening over there?" Cassie murmured, I stared at the end of the hallway where apparently was were the voices were coming from.

"I don't know..." my lips formed a thin line while I was thinking about what could have been happening in there, "You wanna, you know, go and see?" I looked back at my friend

"Freak yeah" she laughed grabbing my hand and running down the hallway to see the soon to be fight.

Once we got there, there was a mass of students surrounding what appeared to be the ones who where arguing. "Ugh, I can't see, I hate been so small." I said, "Hey, that smallness is beautiful and you know you can use that in your own benefit" Cassia said and winked at me.

"I mean, yeah but I can't-" my word stopped at the moment I heard a want sounded and I believe to be a punch in the face. "You saw that!?" Cassie said, "That was freaking awesome, please tell me you saw it!" "Um, nah Cassie, I cant see a crap" i said while trying to find a whole where to see through.

It was only a matter of seconds until more punches were heard. I started pushing people more frantically, I wanted to see what was happening. When I get pass a few amount of studens I almost slipped, looked sown to see what was it and it was stains of blood, only a few but still.

"Oh gosh, disgusting." When I look up only a few students are still in the cafeteria and a guy wearing a grey hoddie was just there, staring at the bloodie face of another guy. I stared back at the hoddie guy and noticed a little hammer in his hand, and the words just came out of my mouth without even noticing, "Why the hammer? Want to be a constructed or something?" He just stared at me and pass by me without saying a word and keeping a neutral face.

"Who the hell was that crazy ass weirdo?" I hear Cassie's voice behind me. "I don't know" I responded, "But I will know...one day."

"Ok,ok, am not going to get in between your little search thingi but am sure he is not good news." Cassie said, "You saw what he did, and he has a FREAKING hammer, y/n! Covered in blood y/n!" She grabbed my shoulders from behind, "I think we all understood the message, stay the fuck away from him, honey."

And I just smiled.

Months later I learned his name. Wayne, Wayne McCullough. Fits the ring if you ask me. Everyone was speaking about how violent, crazy and wierdo he was, about how he was going to show up at your house to beat the hell put of you.

I just observed him by far, well, I like to think that I noticed him. I noticed how he usually beats up those who are some assholes jerks that have only one brain cell as much. Noticed that he is not much of a talker and a shy boy. Noticed how he makes his lips thin when he gets lost in thoughts. How he closes his fist when he is about to do something. His strangely high pain tolerance. His pale skin and dark hair appeared to me to be very llamative and aswell his strength. He was and is skinny but somehow has a great strength, maybe do to the unincredible amounts of fights he gets in. Experience makes the master is what the say...right?

Years went by, we entered to highschool and the nervousness along with the fast beating, sweating and butterflies were still there every time i either tought about him or saw him walking around.

Cassie stayed with me for a while until she decided to join the group of nasty ass bitches with no brain cells who believed no one was better than them. While I...well, I stayed small for a big part I guess, always with good grades, teachers love me and try to be nice with every one I guess.

Everything was going great until Cassie along with some guys recorded me somehow while being drunk and them trying to overpass the boundaries, and let me tell ya.. that was just the start.

The had videos of me at the school bathroom, pictures of my underwear under my skirts and dresses, them trying to touch me. I had to learn to defend myself, stopped using skirts, dresses, shorts even do I loved wearing the. Replace my shoes with tennis and always had hair ties.

"Y/n, wake up! You're going to be late for school, don't think ama wait for you!" I mom yelled.

"Yes, mom! Dont worry, am up!" I run down the stairs with my backpack, went to the kitchen, grabbed an apple and went straight to the car.

"Oh for God sake, y/n" she said went she looked at me and noticed my new hair style.

"What? You don't like it? I just cut it a little." I satered at her innocently

"Your father is not gonna like it and you know it." She said and the stress lines appeared in her forehead, "You know this is his weekend and-"

She couldn't finish her sentence because I started taking, "Am not going to that dickheads house, mother." I said strainly, "Don't want to see his and face of that bitch he cheated you with..." i lowly said but loud enough to hear.

"I know, honey but you have to and besides you get to see your brother!" She patted my thigh, "Haven't seen him in a while right?" She said with a sad tone

"You should be the one seeing him...not me." I stared outside the window, there were just some trees and houses and garbage.

Mom and dad divorced a while back, he cheated on her. The house was a mess that day, screams and broken glass everywhere. Sammy was lucky, he was at grandma's but I was home...listening to every single word. That was also the first time a sneaked out and the first time I sort-of spoke to Wayne.

"What are you doing here?" I heard someone said behind me, I looked and it was fucking Wayne

"Just trying to have some quietness i guess..." I stared at my fingers and started playing with them because of my nervousness, "...What are you doing here?" I asked softly

And he stayed silent...the whole time after that. Either way, his company was nice and the side profile, ufff, amazing.

"Ok, we are here." I stared at the building for a sec before giving my mother a kiss in her cheek and entered to the building.

"Hey y/n! Nice ass!" That was the jerk of all jerks, Jonathan.

I turned around and stared at him, "Oh yeah?" He nodded, "Want to see me shop of your dick?" Changed my tone while saying that into a lower and more serious tone. He just stared at me with sealed lips and left.

I continued walking to my locker and I come to see tgat my freaking lock is broken, I search in all the spaces but nothing is missing.

"Come on! They had just changed me of locker!" I silently yelled. Started grabbing my books for the next few classes when I felt a hand in my shoulder, by instinct I grabbed the wrist, pushed the person against the locker and added pressure in the throat with my other arm.

"Hey y/n" Orlando smiled, "New move?" I chuckled and removed my arm, now, standing face to face I respond

"You know you shouldn't do that Orlando bunny." I laugh st the nickname I gave him a few time ago. Orlando was one of the few FEW people who talked to me, well, he talked to everyone but still.

"I know... I just forgot I guess man." He looked down, "Y/n...have your tities grown bigger?" His face looked confused.

I slapped his head and punched his shoulder, "Could you please stop looking and thinking 'bout tities when am around you?"

"I mean, yeah sure...and sorry about your lock." He points the locker, "Wayne thought it was still his but since-" I cut him off before he could continue

"Wayne?" I asked confused

"Yeah, Is tha-" i cut him off again

"Why did he tho?" I murmured staring at my lock in hand.

"It used to be his locker but oh well...he missed school for 3 weeks and yeah." He grabs his backpacks laces after explaining.

"Oh...ok, is he still here tho?" I looked at Orlando

"I guess..." he was about to say pther thing when the bell ring and we started to go toour classes, "See you later gorgeous!" He yells from the corner of the hallway.

I stayed there...just staring at my lock for a while, then order my things fast and left to class. What I didn't know was that someone was watching at me.

Three days later, i was walking back home and i heard s car going at full speed and nasty comments were started to be listend. I kept walking trying tk pretend they didn't exist when the car is suddenly over the sideway and infront of me.

"YOU COULD HAVE KILLED ME ASSHOLES!!" I yelled.

"But...you are bot dead right, bitch?" Jonathan said getting out of the car. There were five, 2 guys and 3 girls. "Don't prefer to suck my dick and be my slut, promise I'll pay a good amount." He said infront of me,

"She is already a slut baby." Veronica said

"I bet she has sleeped with half school, wouldn't surprise me if you haven been org*e or something." You know, comments are comments, you are the one who decide what hurt you and whats does not, but being Cassie the one who said that...broke my freaking heart.

I couldn't stand it anymore, wanted to leave the place so i came up with a plan very fast. I walked closer to Jonathan trying to be the most seductive I could, touched his chest, abs and got closer to his ear and said, "You are going to regret everything" Punched him with all my strenght in this genitiles, stomp on his feet, punched his nose and ran the faster I could out of there.

"You bitch!" I heard from far but i continued running, I couldn't stop, i was scared, didn't know what could happen if the get me. I could hear the car engines behind me, but i didn't stop.

I was close a bridge, ran underneath it, passed some houses but i could still hear the voices and car. My legs hurt, i needed to catch my breath, i could hear my heart beat, my body felt on fire. When I less expected am suddenly trapped, there were some abandoned buildings and warehouses but no way to get put of there. This was it, my end.

"Couldn't escape from me you nasty little bitch!?" I heard his voice, i was never one to pray but believe when i say i begged to God to save me. "You ain't going anywhere...bitch" he was behind me, I could sense it.

My hair was pulled, he pulls me by my hair to his car and i notice that it's just him and another guy. Am not getting out of here.

"We are going to have so much fun!" He licks my cheek and i try to kick him wherever.

"HELP!" I yelled, "SOMEBODY PLEASE, HELP!" my voice sounded horrific, like if i hadn't drank a single drop of water in ages, "please" y murmure my last pledge before he finally puts me over the capo of his car.

"No one's gonna help you, you slut." He says, the other guy was just watching and standing still, doing nothing.

I gave up, didn't even notice I was crying until I tasted the salt in my lips. I felt him over me, unbucking my pants and then...i didnt felt his weight anymore, instead, i heard a cry of pain, and then another cry, and another and another.

I lifted my head and there he was, grey hoddie and little hammer in hand...my savior. I smiled.

My smile just grew bigger and bigger every second I saw that boy swing that motherfucker hammer, every second that Jonathan's blood was spilled. I lool around in search pf the pther guy scared that he might try to grab but I get calm when i see him unconscious on the floor.

A few minuts later th cries stop and i look up, Jonathan was missing 3 teeths and face covered with blood, i think he could even have a brocken rib or something.

Am sitting on top of the car's capo when a feel a slight, fragile touch.

"You ok?" Wayne askes pulling a string of my hair behind my ear.

"...now I am." I smile to him and he returns a little small tiny one with a grin. I was about to say something else when he suddenly speaks

"Want to be my girlfriend or whatever?" He says looking exhausted, I chuckle

"Try a little harder and I might be." I say soflty with a small thin smile and he avoids my eyes but I still get to notice a small blush.

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Hey! So, yeah. This is my first ever published thing. Hope you enjoyed it and if you want a part two or to keep writing, am open to any suggestion! Am not very good with the warnings section so if you could help me with it, i would totally apreciate that!

Thank you for reading,

[aropride]

doing a new thing called Playlist Show And Tell where i tell u the stories behind my playlists. dont rb pls i kind of started ripping out pieces of my soul and putting them in this post <3

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made this one sobbing in my best friend's basement bc i thought she hated me because i was a fundamentally bad person. this was one and a half months into the two and a half months i stayed with her & i ended up withdrawing a lot after that day bc i was convinced they all hated me.

i hate the playlist cover but this is the second part to a third part trilogy based on the phrase "suicide is a permanent solution to a temporary problem." the first is all positive songs esp those with a "dont kill yourself" theme, the second and third are different flavours of depressing music. this one is the third.

after i made this playlist in 2020 i didnt even look at it and would literally close my eyes to add new songs. when i got to my college dorm i watched a tommy stream and then i listened to this playlist. this was one of the first times i was like. hey. maybe i'll live til college.

playlist title is from something tubbo said. songs only get the honour of going in this playlist if i've sobbed listening to them

went to see my friend and we spent 3 hours in her car in my driveway parked listening to music & i started a collection of songs that remind me of her

THIS ONE. man. i'm. ok. my whole thing for like, my whole internet experience. has been. "abusing people is bad." & i was big on Discoursing about it in like. 2017-2019. and people would tell me "connor (deh) isnt abusive, he's mentally ill he cant be." and i would go. "hey. what if someone internalized that and doesnt realize theyre being abused bc they think it doesnt 'count' bc their abuser is mentally ill." and erm. well you have one guess what happened to me.

i came out when i was seventeen bc i wanted the right name on my 18th bday cake. it didnt. go that way and i ended up in a crisis unit. and i promised myself on my 19th bday id write my name on my cake. & 5 days before my 19th bday i went thru something traumatic and forgot to decorate the cake i bought myself. so several months later i went to the store & got a cake & icing and wrote "happy bday nik" on it.

songs for a guy who is so fucking lonely. songs for a guy who hasn't spoken to anyone in 5 days straight. songs for someone who hasn't done his math work in five weeks. songs for someone who spends 14 hours a week online. songs for someone who needs to drop out due to his ptsd being unmanagable.

songs to blast when you're finally a week away from leaving ur college.

i made this playlist when i was .. 14? and convinced the day i turned 18 i'd pack my bags and leave my family forever. that. didn't happen. however i did cry my eyes out listening to this while packing to go to college. & it was even worse listening to it packing to go home from college.

FAWK. THERE'S AN AUDIO LIMIT. I ONLY HAVE ONE LEFT TGAT I WANTED TO SHARE. dude. hang on.