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laurel-finch · 1 year ago

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'I Don't Bite' S1.Ch08: Stay

Summary: The Winchesters move on to their next hunt while the reader takes some time to herself... Referenced Episodes: mentioned S1 E15 "The Benders" CW: None. Word Count: 4349 Recommended Song: I Want To Break Free -- Queen Previous Chapter -- Masterlist -- Next Chapter

It had been three days already, but it felt like minutes. To their surprise, I had refused to allow the boys to take me home. I had barely shared my logic, saying I didn't want to endanger them. That was the most I had said in days.

To say I was shocked by my actions was an understatement. Never had I experienced such brutality, not even with Chikaltio. But it wasn't just the shock that was getting to me, it was the horror as I recalled what I had done. It was so much worse than last time because this time I was truly angry. The lack of control was what frightened me, not the action itself.

We had driven as far west as we could the day after and settled in a motel. It was in a rather small farming community in North Dakota. I was thankful the boys were willing to stay with me, although they both seemed rather wary. They understood my situation though, and how much it was weighing on me.

I had been wrapped up in the same thick comforter for two days as if that could stop me from lashing out if I snapped again. I hadn't left the motel room and the most I moved was walking to the bathroom to take a long shower. At least one of the brothers was always with me, though I wasn't sure if it was for my safety or theirs. My hands shook and my lip quivered every time I slowly lifted my gaze to look over at whichever brother was busy babysitting me. It’s not like they wanted to be stuck with a hopeless monster.

The trip back to the motel the night of the incident was quiet. We had parted ways with Deputy Hudak on relatively good terms – she had agreed not to report the boys, regardless of her knowing Dean's real identity. Her warm eyes kept meeting my ragged form, covered in ragged, ripped clothes and a large coat thrown haphazardly around my shoulders. My jaws were clamped firmly shut as I swallowed the taste of blood down, using my tongue to scrape away the last of the flavor on my teeth. It was numbing and claustrophobic all at once.

For once, I tolerated the discomfort of the backseat of the Impala. I didn't have the energy to complain. I knew I should have been excited that Sam was back in his rightful seat, but I just couldn't. The scent of vomit hung in the air, and I believe it belonged to Sam. I couldn't blame him. I had half a mind to empty the contents of my stomach.

The near full moon was above the horizon, a sight that normally brought instinctive excitement. However, I wanted nothing more than to skin myself and hang my pelt as a flag of surrender. The thought of using my furred form made me sick.

I thought I had better control over myself now. I thought I wouldn't let it happen again.

I barely remember entering the motel room. I know I shrugged off any offer of assistance thrown my way nervously, fearing that I may hurt them too. I know now that I never willingly would. They're family.

I say that as though those two words summarize every emotion I felt regarding the Winchesters.

I threw myself face-first onto the couch and curled into a ball before the boys had even set their stuff down. The room was silent for some time. I jumped, feeling a pair of arms lift me, and hissed at my gentle assailant. The rustling of fabric could be heard and I cracked one bloodshot eye to see Dean pulling back the covers on his bed. Sam carefully deposited me and the brothers worked together to smooth out the blankets. I didn't have the heart to argue.

I fell asleep to the sound of the brothers bickering over who would take the couch, my heart heavy and still covered in dried blood. The next morning I woke in the back seat of the Impala. I didn't remember being carried to the car, or even the start of our drive. I was still in the oversized old clothes that I had been loaned. We barely spoke.

Dean finally spotted a motel to his liking as the sun was setting. Sam paid for the room and the brothers brought in our minimal luggage while I took a shower. I was in the bathroom for a long time, scrubbing my skin raw and fighting with my now matted hair, twisted into bloody curls. To say it was an unpleasant experience was an understatement.

This trend continued for two more days, with utter silence from me unless asked a question and concern from the brothers. My presence felt bothersome and my skin itched with an anxious heat. Now I was seated on one of the motel beds, still wrapped in my comforter and willing to talk for the first time in days.

The boys sat at a small table under a window. I sat on the edge of the bed, my feet poking out from underneath the blanket wrapped tightly around me. I stared at my feet, not sure what to say. None of us were sure how to begin.

Sam sighed and ran a hand down his face before facing me with a stern look. "I'm going to go out on a limb and say this isn't the first time you've lost your cool like that." I flinched at the harshness of his words. Dean sputtered in his seat across from his brother. "Most people when they lose their shit look shocked. You looked terrified."

"Of course, I was terrified," I snapped back, voice no longer a whisper for the first time in days. "I didn't mean to. I just... was angry."

The room was silent once more until Dean finally spoke up. "What about the first time this happened? Did you...?"

The implication hung in the air. The brothers were always quick to put two-and-two together – my steadfast aversion to human dinners had to come from somewhere. The boys looked stressed but made no move to confirm or deny. I dropped my gaze once more. "Yeah," I whispered.

"Were you angry then, too?" Sam asked quietly.

"No. Far from it. It's... a bit of an embarrassing story." I lifted my head, locking eyes with them as they motioned for me to continue. "It was about a year before my mom died. I was fifteen, and my... boyfriend at the time had come to visit me at my home. My parents weren't in the house at the time," I exhaled shakily. "You can probably guess where this is going."

My eyes settled on Dean's as the realization hit him. "Oh shit. Were you..? Wait, you guys were-?"

"Kissing,” I said with a pointed look. "I accidentally bit him. Broke the skin. Even if I hadn't killed him, he still would have turned." Fuck, this was hard to talk about it. Even with my parents, we just… ignored it and moved on. At least they did around me. I heard their fights when they thought I was asleep. "I tasted his blood and... kept biting. Next thing I know, my parents are storming in and I'm covered in blood.

"We had to leave after that. Moved to a new state. A year later, my parents got into a fight – nothing unusual there, they had a lot of fights, but this one was really bad.” I swallowed dryly and kept my gaze firmly rooted on the floor. My cheeks were red and my head hurt, disgusted with myself after silently vowing to keep this quiet for so long. “She was pissed. Went on a rampage for the first time since she had been bit. She… begged my uncle to put her out of her misery. Dad left after that and my uncle took me in. It was never supposed to happen again."

I felt sick just thinking about it. The taste of copper flooded my tongue and I swallowed, taking the flavor into the back of my throat. My tongue burned and I scraped the fresh wound across the back of my teeth. The pain was a good distraction. Horror, shock, pity. I hated the piteous looks.

"When that guy hit Sam... I don't want either of you to get hurt ever. It's... been a long time since I've had human blood, torn human flesh. It’s just… instinct, you know? You can fight it, but sometimes it just…” I huffed out a tired breath and pulled the blanket tighter around my shoulders, hiding in its thick folds. Maybe if I buried myself far enough down, no one would see me, want me, fear me, touch me. Maybe I was better off not being seen.

"I’m gonna leave for a while, I think. Clear my head. It's hard enough for me to think about it, let alone for you to have watched. I need some time to… sort myself out."

My voice was becoming raspy over unshed tears. I had exhausted my ability to cry already. I played with the hem of my shirt beneath the heavy blanket and waited for their response.

"You don't have to leave," said Sam quietly. I raised my head in surprise, eyes wide. "We trust you."

My brows furrowed and my eyes narrowed. Two monster hunters who had known me for, what, a few months were saying they trusted me? “Why-?”

"You've never given us a reason not to, aside from trying to beat the crap out of us when we first met," Dean responded with a small, reassuring smile. "What you did, yeah, it was awful, but you had a reason. Everyone loses it from time to time – you losing it is just a bit bloodier than us losing it."

"Thank you," I sniffed, surprised to find tears welling up again. "And I won't let it happen again." I flashed them a weak smile.

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"You don't have to go if you don't want to," Sam offered, helping me pack my bag. He took a wad of cash and shoved it into one of the small, hidden pockets of my backpack.

"But I do want to. I've distracted you guys long enough. You need to go find your dad and get back to hunting things. That's what you do best, not moping alongside a traumatized girl," I joked back, smiling reassuringly. He chuckled softly.

"Dean's not going to like it.."

"Dean can pack sand. I'm not just doing this to protect you idiots – I'm doing it for myself, too. Think of it as... my spiritual journey, or whatever." Sam cracked up at this, a wide grin spreading across his features.

He handed me a few more of my clothes and an old but warm jacket that I recognized as Dean's. I quirked an eyebrow, too which Sam shrugged. "Dean doesn't wear it anymore, and I don't think he'd mind you taking it. You need something to keep you warm."

Right. No fur.

Sam called my name quietly, and I hummed in response. He brushed a brown lock out of his face, a worried expression settling upon it. "Are you sure you want to leave? You could at least wait for Dean to get back so he can give you a ride."

"I've never been more sure of anything in my life," I attempted to reassure. My movements were hesitant as I reached a hand out to touch his shoulder. I swallowed dryly and attempted to ignore the sound of his pulse in his throat and the feeling of warm flesh beneath my palm. "I'll catch you later, Sam. Take care of your brother for me, make sure he doesn't get into too much trouble."

"Will do," he said, throwing up a mock salute.

With that, I was off and out the door of the motel room. The early morning sunlight nearly blinded me, but I didn't care.

I was momentarily free, and that's all that mattered.

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Despite it not quite being spring yet, the North Dakota weather was quite warm. With not a tree in sight, it was just me and the bright sun, its rays beating down on me until I was dripping sweat. It didn't take long for me to remove my leather jacket and wrap it around my waist, the hot sun warming my now exposed shoulders.

I wasn't far from the eastern Montana border. I was in the badlands at this point, enjoying the scenery and the steep, jagged cliffs. Nothing like back home. The view rivaled that of the vast flax fields I had passed some hours ago, their stems and shoots a vibrant green. In just a few short months those fields would turn a pale purple from the sheer number of tiny purple flowers blossoming from the browning stalks. I wished I could be here to see that.

After hours of walking my limbs had found an odd rhythm with my feet thumping haphazardly against the paved highway. Sometime later I would take notice of my throbbing feet and aching knees, and tread a little more gently. Eventually, I would lose interest and continue with my thundering.

I was sure that by now Dean had been alerted to my absence. I knew he would be furious, but I hoped that he would eventually understand – after all, it wasn't a true goodbye. I knew that, had either of the boys asked me to, I would have stayed. Sam trusted me and my judgment, although he may not have agreed with it, and knew that my mind was set. He wouldn't try to change it. Dean, however, always believed there was a better way. He was pushy that way, always getting so fixated on the task at hand and finding the best solution. He wasn’t methodical about it like Sam was. No, he was all heart. That seemed to be a trend with my family – my mother and my uncle, despite being adopted siblings, shared the intensely passionate feelings of loyalty and pride that most hunters felt.

I remember the day I learned about his death. I had received a call from an officer in Georgia; they had found a body they wanted me to identify. I hardly believed it until I saw it with my own eyes.

It hit me like a semi when I saw him. I had expected him to look nightmarish, but the only flaw in his appearance was his ruptured skull, his missing brain, and his hair shredded. It was obvious that he had been attacked by the very wraith he had been hunting.

His face was immaculately clean, having been washed by the coroner before his autopsy. His eyes were closed and what I determined to be a faint smile was etched onto his lips. The skin around his eyes was wrinkled with age, and laugh lines were visible.

He had been a better picturesque father to me than my real father. My father had loved me, that was obvious, but he had never wanted children. The arguments between my parents had always been over what to do with me, and how to raise me.

My father showed his love through harsh tutelage. There was hardly a lesson he taught that didn't have me on my ass in the dirt. He taught me to fight, saying one day I would need to know how. I wanted to resent him, but I just couldn't. I loved him. After all, he was my father. The only thing I did resent about him was the fact that he left when I needed him. For all I knew, he could be dead.

I stretched, tossing my arms high in the air. I felt joints pop and muscles release their tension, brought in by my rather morbid thoughts. It was a good feeling. Despite my stature, I felt like I could nearly touch the sun. I was on top of the world, alone and free for the first time in months.

Alone.

The sun was sweltering now, and I was almost sure I would receive a burn from hours under its strong rays. In maybe two more hours the sun would set behind the tall plateaus, leaving me in darkness. I quickened my pace, still not sure where I was headed. Perhaps I could make it out of the badlands before the sunset.

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I found a rest stop on the edge of the badlands where I happily spent the night. Sure, sleeping on the hard tile floor wasn't my favorite, but at least I was warm and had a roof over my head. I woke with the sun the next morning, feeling surprisingly refreshed and ready to face the day.

I knew I was deep in Montana, but I wasn't sure where. I was somewhere towards the western Montana border. I could see the Rockies towering above me, clawing at the sky.

I sighed and gently rubbed my tired eyes. There was a McDonald’s and a gas station built into the restaurant that my stomach demanded my perusal, despite my groan of protest. McDonald's was not food and no amount of pestering would ever make me think so. Give me a salad and an elk heart any day over fake, processed chicken nuggets, likely not even made with real meat. That was just the monster in me, craving fresh food. Preferably raw.

I scowled up at the taunting golden arches – I felt like they were laughing at me. With a loud, disgruntled huff I marched towards the glass doors of the small fast-food restaurant.

"The ice cream machine had better be working," I snarled quietly to myself.

I threw open the door a bit more roughly than I was anticipating - the entirety of the small restaurant glanced up at me in surprise and bewilderment. I smiled shyly and shut the door quietly behind me. With a rather fast gait, I made my way to the counter and hurriedly placed my order. I didn't want to be around humans more than I needed to.

Slinging my heavy backpack over my shoulder once more I made my way toward the restroom. It was hidden around a corner, not easy to spot at first. With a grumble I shoved the heavy swinging door open to the bathroom and tossed my bag on the floor, immediately rummaging through it.

I looked up, hearing the sound of a toilet flushing from one of the stalls, and caught the eye of a woman exiting.

The scent of a forest hit my nose, but it wasn’t the typical scent of pine trees. No, her scent made me picture towering forests and a thick layer of fresh, powdery snow lying on the ground. The tree limbs were bending under the weight of the snow, and eventually, they would tip just enough to deposit their powder onto the ground. I pictured mountains soaring above the tops of the trees, snow sprinkled on the sides of the towering giants, reminding me of powdered sugar.

My eyes widened and latched onto the girl's once more, finally refocusing. Her lips split into a shocked expression, her icy eyes wide. I had only met one other person with such an intense scent, and even then Dean spurred the image of cherries, not an entire wintry scene.

“I’m sorry, I- this isn’t? Is this your territory? I’m sorry I didn’t- uh… I'm Calliope," she said with a vague gesture to herself.

I uttered my name in return, returning her wide-eyed expression. I shook my head, scaring away the daze.

She looked to be about my age. She was more rugged than me and was rather muscular. She was tall and lean, but she didn't look like a fighter, more like someone who spent a lot of time running.

Her eyes were glacial, an odd color given her dark hair and tanned skin. Her hair was not quite brown, but not quite black. It was more gray, like dark charcoal, and was pulled into a tight ponytail. I imagined that if she had it down it would easily lay between her shoulder blades. Her skin was ashy but warm in color and dotted with the rare freckle.

I turned and fled.

My food still wasn't ready, causing me to growl out of frustration. Rather than asking them to hurry up, I grumbled lowly and marched out the door. I stopped and sighed, my breath fogging in the cool night air. The moon was waning again and in a few weeks, it would be gone.

"Remind me where you're headed again?" Calliope chirped behind me. I jumped, forgetting that she was there. I had half expected her to stay in the restaurant.

I sputtered, trying to gather my answer. "I-I'm just kind of wandering, really. I don't have a destination."

She grinned heartily, her eyes wild with enthusiasm. "Me too! Maybe we could travel together?" she offered. I scowled at this, and I could almost picture her ears drooping.

"I'm traveling alone for a reason," I stated, harsher than I had intended. The dejected look on her face made me want to take it all back. I shook my head and averted my eyes before taking a few steps toward the road.

"At least let me travel with you for the night," she offered. I glanced back over my shoulder at her. "It's not safe to be out here alone at night."

I huffed and flashed her a small smile. "I think I can handle it." Once more I turned away from her, her eyes glaring daggers into my back.

She turned to me with a soft pout and began talking. "You know, you could get to wherever you're going a lot faster if you just changed shape."

I tensed and shrugged it off, doing my best to hide my discomfort. "I'm enjoying taking it slow."

She quirked an eyebrow and faced forward again, her eyes scanning the empty road in front of her. "That's a lame excuse." I tensed once more and tossed a frigid glare at her, my grip on my backpack straps tightening. I was capable of shifting, it wasn't like I was physically incapable, but each time I grasped for that familiar feeling of my body blanketed in warm fur, it just… slipped between my fingers like grains of sand. Hard to cling onto and force to the surface. A mental barrier. Fear.

I had tried to shift shortly after the incident, one of the first few nights with the boys. I tried, and I came close. My fur had grown out and I could feel my bones trying to rearrange, but I hadn't been able to go all the way. Since then, anytime I tried I just regressed further. Now I could hardly make the molten color surpass the regular color of my eyes.

"You are a skinwalker, right? Don't tell me I-"

"I'm a skinwalker," I interjected, my eyebrows furrowed and anger rising on my features. "And I can shift. I'm not... defective or anything."

She shrugged in response and faced forward once again. "I suppose that explains why you smell weird, though." At this, I quirked a brow.

"What do you mean?"

She chuckled and clasped her hands behind her back. "You smell... almost scared? And human. Like... really human. Were you turned recently or something?"

I barked out a laugh and she jumped, thoroughly not expecting that reaction. "No, I wasn't turned recently.”

“Neither was I.”

I quirked a brow and stared from the corner of my eye. She matched me step for step, her eyes locked forward and brows furrowed.

“When?” I asked.

She hummed thoughtfully for a movement, contemplating where to begin. “Long time ago. I was young, it was targeted.” She scowled at that last word and turned away for just a moment before continuing her story. “My parents didn't know what to do when I started turning into a puppy all of a sudden.

"They put me in foster care when no one believed them," she said the last part with a chuckle. "I ran away from the group home I was in a couple of times – finally got away with it when I was about thirteen. I've been on my own ever since, save for the occasional other monster I've met and hung out with for a while." She grinned at me and turned around, walking backward again. "What about you? What's your story?"

I chuckled softly, not wanting to share now. My story felt… like nothing compared to my staggering tale. "Not too much to tell. I wasn't turned. I was born like this."

She stopped in her tracks, her blue eyes widening. "That’s new.”

“It's not common, but it's not impossible."

"So then why aren't you shifting?" I stiffened again. I glared suspiciously at her and her eyes were wide with curiosity. "Is that another reason why you smell weird? Cause you’re... what, purebred?" I huffed and grabbed onto the straps of my backpack again.

"I don't know what I smell like, so I don't know."

"Earthy," she said softly. "And strong... but also afraid..? But not afraid like an animal is when it's being hunted. More like... insecure, if that's possibly a smell?"

"So I smell like dirt, power, and insecurity?"

"Yeah, pretty much."

I chuckled, a light blush blossoming on my features. "Well I don't know about the power or insecurity, but the dirt is probably from the fact that I haven't been able to shower in the last three days."

She wrinkled her nose. "Yeah, that's probably it. I bet the power is from your pedigree. And I think you know more about your insecurity scent than you're letting on." She wiggled her eyebrows playfully.

I smiled slightly, flashing white teeth at her. "Probably. Maybe if you stick around long enough, you'll find out."

She smirked widely, looking ecstatic. "Does that make us traveling buddies?"

I chuckled. "For now."

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south-of-heaven · 1 year ago

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Bayley x Dakota x reader

What if reader tore her ACL and Bayley and Dakota look after her

Torn || Bayley x Reader x Dakota Kai

Summary: You tear you ACL and you're completely heartbroken over it.

The crowd roared with excitement as you and Charlotte Flair clashed in the brutal Hell in a Cell match. The adrenaline pumped through your veins as you fought with all your might. But then, in a split second, everything changed. A sharp pain shot through your leg, a deafening scream escaping your lips as you crumpled to the mat.

From the gorilla position, Bayley and Dakota watched in horror as the match took a turn for the worse. Seeing you in agony, they didn't waste a moment. Without a second thought, they bolted from their seats, sprinting down the ramp to reach you.

The ringside doctor was already by your side, assessing the situation. The pain was unbearable, the tears streaming down your face a testament to the agony you were experiencing. Bayley and Dakota rushed to your side, their expressions a mix of concern and fear.

"Hey, hey, we're here," Bayley's voice was laced with worry as she knelt beside you, gently brushing the hair off your forehead. "We've got you."

Dakota's hand found yours, her grip reassuring as she offered a small smile. "We're gonna get you through this."

The doctor's voice was a distant hum as he explained the severity of the injury, mentioning something about your ACL. The words barely registered as your mind was clouded with the pain and the disappointment that overwhelmed you.

An ambulance had been called, and your heart sank at the thought of leaving the match and being taken to the hospital. Your dreams of wrestling were crashing down around you, and it felt like a cruel twist of fate.

Bayley's hand cupped your cheek, her eyes holding a mixture of empathy and determination. "Hey, don't let this break you. You're strong, okay? We'll be with you every step of the way."

Dakota nodded in agreement, her voice soft but unwavering. "You're not alone in this."

Despite their comforting words, the tears continued to fall. The pain was physical, but the emotional toll was just as heavy. Bayley and Dakota's presence gave you a sense of security, but the reality of the situation was hard to bear.

As the ambulance arrived and the paramedics began their work, Bayley and Dakota stayed close, offering silent support. Your heartache was palpable, your sobs echoing through the arena. Bayley's arms encircled you, holding you close as if her embrace could shield you from the pain.

"We're here for you, no matter what," Bayley whispered, her voice filled with determination.

Dakota's hand never left yours, her grip unyielding as she leaned in, her lips brushing against your temple. "You're not alone, remember that."

In that moment, surrounded by their unwavering support, you realized that even though your wrestling journey had taken an unexpected turn, you weren't facing it alone. With Bayley and Dakota by your side, you knew you had the strength to overcome the physical and emotional challenges ahead.

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weather-usa · 6 months ago

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A raging flood pulled a family's home of more than 50 years into the Blue Earth River in southern Minnesota this week, as a community watched in horror.

The river’s water flow tripled in three days after 11 to 18 inches of rain fell in just over a week. The swollen river carved a new pathway around the Rapidan Dam, threatening to collapse the dam and the nearby store where the Bruska family had served pies and shakes for decades.

Similar intense rains have pummeled much of the north-central U.S. in June, causing devastating floods across the region, with major flooding underway on the Big and Little Sioux rivers, the Des Moines River, and the Minnesota River.

Such events are occurring with increasing frequency across the nation. Rain isn’t just falling; it’s breaking records, cascading at intense rates due to the warming climate.

While flooding has always occurred along rivers and streams, today’s warmer air allows the atmosphere to hold more water, with storms often supercharged by moisture from warming oceans. As communities experience more frequent flooding, the pressure to prepare for and adapt to these events is growing.

That pressure is evident in two recent developments: a groundbreaking climate action law in Vermont and a federally commissioned report finding that the government's calculations for maximum potential rainfall are no longer valid due to more intense rainfall driven by climate change.

On June 21 in Sioux Falls, South Dakota, the National Weather Service reported rain rates of 3-5 inches per hour. The next day, a deluge in South Florida brought rain rates of 4-5 inches, flooding areas of Miami-Dade, where higher sea levels are exacerbating the situation by making it harder for rainwater to drain.

"As demonstrated repeatedly, event after event, climate change is causing wetter and more extreme precipitation," stated Kevin Reed, an associate provost for climate and sustainability programming at Stony Brook University, who specializes in the effects of climate warming on rainfall.

On Friday, U.S. Geological Survey data indicated that over 200 stream gauges across the North Central U.S., including those along the Blue Earth River, were experiencing various stages of flooding, with water levels finally beginning to recede.

Vermont's "great flood" last July, which brought a deluge of 9 inches and caused an estimated $1 billion in damages, prompted state legislators in May to pass new legislation known as the "climate superfund act."

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"After experiencing one of the most catastrophic climate disasters in its history," remarked Elena Mihaly, vice president of the Conservation Law Foundation Vermont, which advocated for the bill, "Vermonters felt acutely vulnerable during that frightening time."

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According to Mihaly, the state intends to conduct a cost analysis to assess present and future expenses incurred from greenhouse gas emissions produced during extraction and refinement. This initiative aims to alleviate the financial burden currently borne solely by taxpayers.

Governor Phil Scott, a Republican, permitted the climate action bill to become law on May 31 without signing it. The funds collected under this legislation will be designated for climate change adaptation projects.

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The National Academies of Sciences, Engineering, and Medicine recently published a study on rainfall patterns. Sponsored by the National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration and mandated by Congress, the study aimed to update the nation's "probable maximum precipitation" estimates in response to climate change.

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The Academies assembled a committee comprising some of the nation's foremost experts on extreme rainfall. These experts, including Reed, collaborated in workshops to discuss the findings.

The committee concluded that "climate change has already led to significant historical shifts in extreme rainfall patterns, with expectations for further substantial changes in the coming decades." Their report includes a comprehensive set of recommendations aimed at enhancing accuracy in precipitation estimates through improved modeling, refined formulas, and integration of additional scientific research.

Climate change is reshaping the calculation of maximum rainfall potential. By integrating advanced observations and a deeper understanding of extreme storms through high-resolution modeling, there is an opportunity to revolutionize traditional methods of estimating rainfall, according to the report. Updated estimates could better reflect the extremes expected in a warming climate and provide critical insights into the associated hazards of extreme rainfall, such as coastal storm surge and compound flooding.

John Nielsen-Gammon, Texas State Climatologist and regents professor at Texas A&M University, noted, "While the original goal of precipitation estimates was to design structures with an almost zero risk of failure, we may have been designing them to have a very low risk of failure but not an impossible one." He added, "A very low risk of failure is less reassuring than no risk at all."

"If you don’t account for climate change, you’re underestimating the risk, not just in the future but even in the present day, because the likelihood of extreme rainfall is increasing almost everywhere," Nielsen-Gammon emphasized. He highlighted that evidence suggests the probability of such events is rising most significantly for the less common occurrences.

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"On a global scale, average annual precipitation is projected to increase by about 2% per degree of warming," Nielsen-Gammon explained. "However, the frequency of extreme precipitation events in a given year is rising by 7% or more per degree of warming."

Reed noted that the study recommended integrating future climate change impacts into calculations of extreme precipitation. This approach aims to enhance the resilience of our infrastructure and society against these evolving weather patterns.

According to NOAA's website, the agency anticipates issuing the first updated estimates by 2030, contingent on full funding for the program. Subsequently, the legislation mandates updates to these estimates at least every decade.

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possibly-in-wonderland · 1 month ago

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Trinity: I sure hope my brother is okay wherever he is

Dakota: *Experiencing the horrors*

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twittercomfrnklin2001-blog · 3 months ago

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The Watchers

I tend to watch films with a double consciousness. Part of me tries to become immersed in the plot and characters, while another part can’t help critiquing everything — a badly framed shot, a forced acting choice, an arbitrary plot turn. That was particularly telling in the last act of Ishana Night Shyamalan’s debut feature, THE WATCHERS (2024, Max). While I found the final disposition of leading lady Dakota Fanning’s emotional problems quite moving, I was also painfully aware that Shyamalan had shoehorned plot developments not to reflect character logic but rather to develop her themes related to the divided self and the need for self-forgiveness.

Fanning is a young artist living in Galway and dealing with guilt over her role in her mother’s death. When her car breaks down in the forest, she finds herself trapped in a mystical wood haunted by partially de-powered fae. She and the three strangers she meets can only survive by spending each night in a metal fortress with a large two-way mirror through which the fae study them in order to imitate them. Like the four humans, they’re confined to the woods, but they still work at honing their mimicry skills.

Shyamalan directs smoothly and with cinematographer Eli Arenson imbues the woodland setting with mystery and menace. She also melds the cast into a cohesive unit. Though clearly the most experienced actor of the group, Irish stage actress Olwen Fouérè doesn’t overpower Fanning, a film-raised actress who can flounder when not given proper guidance (see her in THE ALIENIST, or better yet, don’t). Fanning has a great face for horror. It’s very open, with large eyes that can express a lot and look particularly good when she’s focusing on something scary to either side of her. And her choices here are intelligent. Shyamalin, who also adapted the screenplay from A.M. Stine’s novel, has given her a strong character arc, and Fanning hits all the right notes to make it work.

The idea of masking as an escape from the self runs through the film. When Fanning wants a night out, she dons a wig of a different color and picks up men by pretending to be someone else. That’s her way of not dealing with her own self-hatred. It’s almost too precious, then, that she’s held captive by creatures that can masquerade as anybody they study closely enough and do so in hopes of escaping their confinement in the forest. There’s also a final twist (like father, like daughter) that’s not as illogical or twee as some in her father’s films, though I think she carries it in the wrong direction. And yet, I still found the film surprisingly affecting, and that’s not nothing.

#horror films #folk horror #ishana night shyamalan #dakota fanning #olwen fouéré

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festivalinhell · 10 months ago

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We have quite the echo chamber here on Tumblie wherein we get to collate people we agree with and are actively encouraged to block those who we do not.

As a result when major world issues come up generally speaking our dashboards are already full of people with agreeable opinions who we aren't really inclined to go changing. For example, us queers in the Tumblermachine don't need to advocate amongst ourselves for gay marriage rights by circulating stories and videos of those rights being denied. We already know that is happening because we ourselves are victim to it, and sharing these videos and images simply reinforces the trauma we all are subject to.

On an issue like water use rights in the Dakotas we are all pretty strongly in agreement on letting indigenous tribes be the stewards of the land they ancestrally maintained, and so sharing videos of indigenous tribal protesters being shot from multiple angles and without information on how to help "for the awareness" just retraumatizes those who have experienced these things without offering tangible solutions.

Sharing video after video after video of Palestinians, Congolese, Ukrainians, Syrians, or any of the other victims of colonialism and genocide doesn't help. It simply increases the rate of compassion fatigue. It detaches us from the solutions and mires us, the people free enough to do something, in the paralysing mental anguish of being a fellow victim.

Share links. Donate money. Write articles about the good things that Palestinians are doing in the face of abject horror. Spread tangible good.

The reason you don't see much video or imagery from these things is that its feels like exploitation and performative allyship to share these pieces of content showing the pain and death only to generate views for OP and not provide any tangible relief to the victims. Feels like patting myself on the back for showing mangled child corpses when I could instead be donating to make sure there are less bodies on the corpse pile.

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princeofmoth · 1 year ago

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Okay my tumblr has stopped crashing time to explain this—if this is incomprehensible please forgive me I’m brainrotting.

It's just something I’ve noticed a lot in his characters—specifically the jrwi ones—they all go through the “refusal of the call” stage of the heroes journey, like, before any other ones and also repeatedly??? And all of his characters go through a stage where they say, maybe not verbatim but at the very least implicitly, "take it back, I don't want / deserve these powers."

Like Gillion throwing down his sword and calling out the Elders in his banishment, and now him trying to find a way to fulfill his destiny in a way that hasn't been completely corrupted by this false prophecy. For a character who's so obsessed with destiny, he sure has been refusing the call for a hot minute.

Like William sending away the wisps in the training realm, refusing to be the Whisperer, repeatedly telling Mal that he's not the guy that he's looking for, straight up refusing to be this even though it's really the only thing that's keeping him alive. Or after the incident goes down at BellTech, him refusing Dakota's compassion because he knows he doesn't deserve it and he's not actually a hero.

Like Peter fighting for his goddamn life against Exandroth, trying to stay in control, trying to not let this archangel of retribution physically tear him apart, begging for Rumi or Thanatos or the Gods to make it stop because he never wanted to be this way.

I'm sure there are other examples outside of jrwi. Like in his minecraft videos, refusing to fight anymore once he's survived the apocalypse, refusing to take the apple, refusing to be a god, even though it's kind of too late for that.

It's not just that he's refusing, he's denying. And he's not just denying, he's blocking off an inherent part of his character. People joke about all of his characters boiling down to some wet guy experiencing The Horrors™️, but this feels like a really big part of it to me as well. And I think it's really interesting, because Charlie's character's go through so much internal conflict, it's insane.

So yeah. Adding that to my list of Charlie Slimecicle character motifs: "take it back".

Charlie Slimecicle character motif: "take it back"

#also I never watched Fated but from what I've heard isn't that something Braad deals with as well? Like fighting against his patron?#and refusing his warlock powers?#charlie slimecicle #slimecicle #jrwi #jrwi spoilers #jrwi riptide #riptide spoilers #jrwi prime defenders #prime defenders spoilers #jrwi apotheosis #apotheosis spoilers #jrwi thoughts #jrwi brainrot

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fearfully-fiction · 3 years ago

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Missouri State Penitentiary pt.3- Tanner Wiseman x Reader

Word count:2837

warnings: Language, fainting? if that even needs a warning. I think that’s it!

Summary: Based on Season 3, episode 4 of DF. so all credit goes to the crew, the show and the channel! Dakota’s experiment is revealed and the reader doesn’t react too well. Being without Tanner begins to take a toll on her.

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Your heart stopped and you took a step behind Tanner in fear. This was not going to be good for you at all. You knew it was gonna be bad but you didn’t think it would be like this. You could feel that fear that you tried to suppress rise to the surface and you almost started shaking from how scared you were. Knowing Dakota, you knew he would be taking sight, seeing as all that went on in the prison so heavily involved the dark and lost vision. You were horrified as you closed your eyes tightly, trying to keep your breathing regulated. “You know this is a location where people were sent to solitary confinement for so long. 17 years in some cases, that they went blind” at his words your head began to swirl with thoughts of completely losing sight in a dark abandoned prison for God knows how long. You reached up with one hand and grabbed a hold of Tanner’s arm tightly. He looked down at you in concern knowing how scared you were and knowing that Dakota completely obliterated that fear and turned it into horror. He held his camera with one hand and wrapped his arm tightly around you so you were fully leaning into him. You tried to put on a brave face for everyone but then you started shaking. Tanner leaned down and placed a kiss on your head rubbing his hand up and down your arm in a soothing manner. You had to keep it together for the night to continue, you didn’t want to be the reason it would be held up so you tried your best to calm your breathing and stop the tremors your body was experiencing.

“We’re going to put all of our names into a hat, and whoever’s name is drawn has to go alone for up to 3 hours in the dungeon cells blindfolded.” your eyes widened and your breathing soon quickened, your heart was beating so fast you swore it was going to beat right out of your chest. Tanner looked down at you when he felt your hold on him loosen. Immediately he noticed the look in your eyes and gave his camera to Chelsea as quickly as he could. He knew you were about to pass out and he had to act quickly so you wouldn’t hurt yourself when you fell. “Babe, hey, hey stay with me. Look at me, just pay attention to my voice ok. Listen to me babe just try and listen.” you heard your boyfriend’s voice fading in and out as your vision began to blur. You tried to keep your eyes open but all of a sudden your eyes closed and everything went dark.

Tanner held you up when your body went limp, everyone looked on with wide eyes full of worry. “Crap, Chelsea get some water or something for when she wakes up,” Dakota said and Chelsea went to grab a bottle. By this time everyone had set their cameras down, and somehow yours managed to come out unscathed from when it fell. Tanner sat on the ground with you in his arms hoping that you would wake up soon. He knew you couldn’t handle fear and it hurt knowing that he didn’t know exactly what your breaking point was. Dakota looked at your limp body and felt that it was his fault for this happening. If he really would’ve known that this was too far he wouldn’t have done it. Chelsea sat next to you with the water next to her and a hand moving through your hair hoping it would somehow coax you out of your unconscious state.

Tanner held your hand tightly in his squeezing it three times just wishing you would return the sweet gesture you had together.

Everything was just silent as Tanner tried to get you to wake up. “(y/n), hey, c’mon babe wake up.” he said quietly and kissed your forehead.

Your eyes started to flutter and you took a deep breath through your nose. When your eyes completely opened you saw everyone looking on in worry, but with relief riddled in their eyes. You looked up and saw your boyfriend looking down at you with a relieved smile before he lifted you more into his arms and held you close. “You scared us. Are you ok?” he asked, even though he knew the true answer. “Um, yeah, yeah I guess just not enough water today or something. I’m ok though.” you tried to convince everyone around you. Seconds after waking up the fear came rushing back, and it took everything in you not to cry. Tanner saw right through you and you knew that everybody else did as well. You looked at them just to see their looks of doubt. “I’m serious, I’m ok,” you said with a slight shakiness to your voice. You turned to look at Chelsea and forced a smile. “I’m ok Chels, I just need some water that’s all I promise,” you told her. She opened up the bottle of water she had gotten for you and passed it over. You took it gratefully and took a drink trying to get your nerves to calm down. You looked at your boyfriend with a small smile before leaning into him for comfort, not knowing where the night would go. He let you lean against him as he held you tightly. You sighed against his chest and let yourself find some kind of peace and calm before the storm you knew was coming. After a few minutes, you decided you were ready to continue with much reluctance from your boyfriend and friends. “It’s ok if you can’t do this one, we can call the RV back here and you can skip out for tonight. Everyone would understand.” Tanner said as he stood right by your side. “No, it’s ok. Like I said I’m fine, I need to do this,” you whispered the last part to him. He leaned down and placed a soft kiss on your lips and rested his forehead against yours. “We’re always here when you need us ok. We’re right here,” he said and kissed your head before turning back to the others and keeping an arm wrapped around you tightly. You looked at everyone and nodded your head with as much confidence as you could muster.

The cameras were turned back on and the night picked up where it left off.

“Are you sure you wanna do this?” Alex asked with unease. “It honestly might be me who gets to go. I will draw. Only fair.” Dakota said as he reached into the hat and pulled out a piece of paper. You became tense and you let out a big sigh. Tanner squeezed you and you looked up at him with a nervous smile.

Dakota unfolded the name. “Tanner,” he announced. “No!” your boyfriend shouted in fear. Your heart dropped knowing that he would be away from you alone in a cell blindfolded for three hours. The worst things came to mind and you had to hold back from crying, you knew you had to be strong to get through the night. “Oh, this is gonna suck!” Tanner exclaimed. “I mean think about it. I mean people were down there for 17 years, 3 hours…” he trailed off

“Yeah, they did something wrong. I didn’t do anything.” Tanner blurts out

“You don’t know. I could be mad.” Dakota said playfully. You tried to smile at his playfulness but it wasn’t a genuine one. He looked at you with guilt and mouthed an “I’m sorry”, you just nodded trying to let him know that it was ok and you weren’t mad at him.

“Okay.” your boyfriend sighed and sat down. “Alright,” Dakota spoke as he got the blindfold ready. You stood by Tanner and reached for his hand to hold. “Throwing the blindfold on Tanner,” Dakota said. Once it was on he flashed the flashlight at him, “you can’t see the flashing light in your face?” Kota asked him. “No,” he responded and adjusted the blindfold. “Okay, that’s good,” Dakota responded. “No, it’s not good,” Tanner said.

Dakota picked up a roll of duct tape and began to unravel it. You looked at him with wide eyes. “What the hell are you doing?” you asked incredulously. “Seriously what are you doing?” Tanner followed up on your question. Dakota didn’t speak his only answer was him wrapping the duct tape around the blindfold over your boyfriend’s eyes.

“Oh, okay,” Tanner said in surprised annoyance. You watched on in annoyance and hurt that he would do that to your boyfriend knowing the fear you had.

“You don’t have to do it so tight,” Tanner complained. “This is great.” Tanner sarcastically commented. “I didn’t know this was part of the deal,” he spoke again.

“Okay, I just want to make sure you don’t take it off. Dakota said.

You rolled your eyes. “If he gets hurt during this I’m gonna kill you Dakota.” you chuckled dryly and shook your head. “I know, but he won’t I promise.” He told you. You had always trusted Dakota and knew he would never let anything happen to any of you. “You better pray man,” Alex told him with a laugh. “I probably should,” he mumbled and you smiled because you heard him.

Tanner stood from the chair and you immediately grabbed his arm to steady him.

“Oh, this is gonna be the real challenge, trying to get you across the damn courtyard and into solitary without you tripping and taking me with you.” You joked although you were a bit serious. Everybody let out a laugh including your boyfriend. “Hey, at least you have a likely chance of landing on me and not the ground.” he shrugged playfully.

You rolled your eyes once more. “Alright, let’s get you over there. Although I’d really prefer you not do this at all.” You mumbled for only him to hear. He fumbled a bit to find your hand and when he did he squeezed it tightly. “I’ll be fine. It’ll be over before you know it and I’ll be right back next to you,” he said soothingly. “You better not go fucking blind down there,” you said under your breath and he let out a big laugh. Everybody turned to look at you both with raised eyebrows. “What’s so funny?” Chelsea asked with a grin. “Nothing.” you both answered at the same time and it made you smile.

“Right, we’re going to use the door to your right,” Chelsea explained as you let him hold your shoulder. “Through the courtyard,” Dakota said.

“Okay, we’re outside.” You said to your boyfriend. “Okay,” he responded to you.

Chelsea let out a giggle. “Oh, shit this sucks,” she said. You laughed as well. “Try leading a blind giant through a prison in the middle of the night.” you joked and she laughed loudly. “Hey!” your boyfriend exclaimed. “What?” you asked with a shrug even though he couldn’t see it. “That was mean!” he whined. Everybody chuckled. “She’s not exactly wrong Tanner,” Alex spoke up. “Yeah, yeah, whatever,” he grumbled.

“Housing Unit 4,” Dakota announced. You helped him walk through the building. “We are in the middle.” Chelsea described to him. “Holy crap!” she exclaimed. “Do you feel the breeze?” She asked and right then you shivered, Tanner noticed and attempted to put his arm around you. You giggled as he fumbled a bit and so you lifted his arm and leaned into him so he could hold you for a little bit. You sighed at his warmth and it made you smile.

“Yeah, no it’s freezing,” Tanner said. “There is no roof in here.” you described to him. “It is completely gone,” you said. You went back to him holding your shoulder and walking him through. “Wouldn’t want a roof,” Tanner said sarcastically. You chuckled.

“Down into the dungeon he goes,” Dakota said, and you did your best to lead him down the stairs. Luckily no one tripped, and so you let out a sigh of relief.

You continued to walk along and came to a tiny corridor.

“Oh, tiny hallway,” she advised. You slowly walked him down the hallway as Chelsea held open the door. It was a tight fit to get by but eventually, you did. You all walked Tanner into the cell and you helped him find the chair that was in the corner. He sat down and adjusted his jacket slightly. “Okay,” he spoke. You leaned down and pressed a small kiss on his lips. “I love you. Walkie me please,” you said. He nodded his head. “Of course, I love you too. You’ll be ok, they’ll be right next to you.” he gave some comforting words before you turned to walk away.

You stepped out of the cell with Chelsea.

“Dakota, would you come over here a minute?” Tanner asked. “Yeah, are you ok?” he asked his friend. “Yeah. Just please take care of (y/n). She is insanely afraid of the dark and this place with its history has made it even worse for her. Just keep her close and watch out for her. Both of you.” he said knowing Alex could hear him as well.

“Of course man. She’s always safe with us.” Dakota firmly replied. “Yeah dude, don’t worry we’ve got her,” Alex said. “Thanks, guys.” he thanked his friends.

“We’ll see you in three hours,” Dakota said. “Okay.” Tanner sighed. “Bye babe.” you bid your boyfriend farewell. “Bye Tanner,” Chelsea said as well. “See ya dude,” Alex said and put his fist out as a joke so Tanner could give him a fist bump. “Oh yeah,” Alex said in mock realization and you smacked his arm. “Knock it off Al,” you said with a grin.

You walked out of the dungeon cells and let out a nervous sigh knowing that Tanner wasn’t with you had begun to make you uneasy. Alex noticed your unease and walked over to you. “Hey, (y/n), you’re ok. We’re right here just stick close everything will be ok.” he comforted you and you nodded your head. “Thanks, Al.” you thanked your friend and walked along with him.

You, Chelsea, and the boys had all gotten to another building and were there for a while before deciding to check on Tanner. Knowing them you knew they were going to try and scare him, it brought a small smile to your face as you slowly but surely started falling into the rhythm of things. Still not completely unfearful but a little less uneasy.

“Dude. How’s it going?” Dakota asked into the walkie. “jeez. it’s going good. I’m glad that you held the button for a second so I could sense it coming.” Your boyfriend’s voice came through and it made you smile and let out a laugh. “Damn it. Damn it. I didn’t try to.” Dakota complained.

“It’s ok.” Tanner sounded really disappointed and it tugged on your heart a bit knowing he was down there all alone.

“He sounds really disappointed,” Alex said. “Yeah.” Dakota agreed.

“Do you guys really think he’s ok?” You asked nervously. Chelsea looked at you with a soothing smile. “I’m sure he is. If he wasn’t ok he would tell us you know,” she said comfortingly while rubbing your shoulder.

You nodded your head. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.” you timidly agreed with her.

“Hopefully the next two hours will go by fast for him,” Dakota said and walked forward. After Chelsea followed him Alex placed a hand on the small of your back and gently nudged you in front of him so you wouldn’t be alone behind everyone else and so they could keep an eye on you. You looked back at Alex and smiled gratefully, he saw it through his screen and smiled back although you didn’t see it.

You all ended up at Housing Unit 1 and walked through the heavy door.

“And this is the women’s housing unit. There’s a lot of paranormal claims here. People see women darting in and out of their own cells” Dakota explained to everyone. You shivered at the thought of seeing it for yourself. “That’s just fucking creepy you guys.” You said. “Yeah, it seriously is.” Chels agreed with you.

As you carried on with your venture through the unit it got darker and darker. Your eyes darted around trying to make out the shape of anything at all. Your vision found purchase nowhere and it was causing slight panic to arise in you. You had now somehow fallen behind everyone. It had been silent for a while and so you began to hear every little creak and crunch of debris and rock beneath your feet. You thought you saw something run across the hallway and so you quickly reached forward to try and find anyone. Your eyes were filling with tears when you couldn’t feel anyone in front of you.

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alaynaantics · 4 years ago

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A Feminine Touch-- Part 1

(( Yeah stuff about the cartoon Regular Show will now haunt my page until I feel like it. I’m binge watching this again on Hulu soooo yep yep yep. So without further ado I present to you a Regular Show Fanfiction Featuring Y/N and her friend Dakota.

Regular show is a cartoon network original not my own work obvi.

Enjoy ))

A Feminine Touch

Part 1

“Chick’s ain’t nothing bro!” Muscle Man started “I totally would’ve won that free t-shirt if that chick with the pigtails shut her mouth.”

Muscle Man continued to unfold into great detail of the event that had recently occurred. Earlier that evening himself and High Five Ghost participated in an eating challenge at Cheezers and were a hairs length away from winning. However, before Muscle Man could finish his last couple wings, his female competitor caught him using an illegal eating technique which caused him to be immediately disqualified.

The event left a sour taste in his mouth for the remainder of the day which led him to express his anger to Mordecai and Rigby who had also experienced a similar scenario themselves.

“Ugh! I know right! It feels like girls have it out for us today.” Rigby exclaimed, he leaned back on seat and took a firm swig of the soda he swiped from the snack bar.

“Hm, Hm, Totally dude. Earlier today me and Rigby saw this girl drop her purse on the sidewalk and we tried to help her but then she freaked out saying we tried to harass her or something. Almost got us arrested!” Mordecai spoke with a high level of irritation alongside Rigby who nodded in agreement.

“Sounds like she should stop taking birth control and start taking some chill pills! WOOOOOOOOAH!” Mordecai and Rigby call out in union, leaving Muscle Man and High Fives in a hysterical fit of laughter.

“But seriously guys we should get back to work before Benson finds us slacking off.” Mordecai said as he stood to return to his assigned task as the others followed in his footsteps. Not one man took notice of the figure that hid near the snack bar, every word spoken was heard by keen ears not about to be forgotten any time soon.

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“Okay, Everyone listen up there are a few important announcements I have for today so I need everyone to pay close attention, I'm looking at you Rigby.” Benson voiced at the brunette raccoon which caused him to roll his eyes in annoyance.

“Now first order of businesses we have a CEO visiting the park today for a special proposal!” With new information everyone voiced their excitement between one another but before another word could be spoken a woman appeared from out of thin air. This caused everyone to halt with their chatter and focus on the strange individual before them.

“Ah! Diane, welcome my name is Benson and I'm the Park manager and these are my employee’s Skips, Pops-” unfortunately, Benson never finished naming the rest of his crew once the hand of Diane, the CEO, placed itself right in front of his face.

“I don't need names of your boyish workers who reek of sweat and testosterone.” She spoke with a heavy Russian accent. For obvious reasons this caused the guys to jeer at Diane with anger.

“GAH you girls are all the same! Always complaining and hating on guys when in all actuality it's your fault you're so uptight in the first place! You-you bitch!” Rigby blurted out to Diane who stood unfazed before him.

“Yeah, I get that you’re this big fancy CEO but that doesn't give you the right to pick on us because we're guys!” Mordecai joined Rigby against Diane alongside Muscle Man who joined in due to Rigby’s outburst.

“Yeah, you're just stuck up because no man would wanna hit that! Bahaha am I right Fives?” Questioned Muscleman who leaned over to his ghostly best friend for a high five. What should have been a celebratory high five in his eyes turned out to be the breaking point for Diane.

“Wow” she muttered her heavy accent now non existent “looks like I am in the right to discipline the lot of you.”

Diane shook her head in disappointment before she turned her head to the sky and released a powerful shriek that shook the earth to its core. The sound of the waves created a blast power so great it caused all fragile objects within a ninety mile radius to shatter into dust.

Luckily for Benson Skips protected his head from the soundwave which delayed the damage that would have caused his immediate demise.

“Run!” Shouted Skips but his words were left with no prevail due to massive tree roots that sprouted from the earth that continued to wrap themselves around their ankles in a viper clasp. Diane's eyes shined an envious green before the glow of her hues caused momentary blindness to the park employee’s. Their vision was temporarily impaired even when they cower beneath her gaze they could not escape the wrath of an angry woman. Suddenly, the tremors and screaming all came to a halt that left everything in dead silence.

Skips was the first to uncover his eyes but once his gaze settled upon the being in front of his he cursed beneath his breath. Since Skips rarely cursed in dire situations the other park employees opened their eyes and were not met with Diane but with a giant doe.

“Workers of this so-called Park heed my words!” A voice roared from above.

“It is I, Mother Nature! the Creatress of this planet you house yourselves upon. For centuries I have done nothing but nurture and provide the very resources that give you the very breath you take. So care take why do you believe I am here man?” She questioned, her voice stern yet diligent such as a mother would speak to a mere child.

Benson was the first fool to speak his mind.

“...To make a deal with the park?”

This displeased Mother Nature greatly, so much in fact that she struck lightning near Benson in a slight fit of rage for his incompetence. This caused Benson to shriek and therefore leap into Skips’s arms who skillfully caught him.

“No you blubbering fool! I stand before you today because of how you men view the actions of women! Throughout this disastrous day I have bore witness to everything shorter than a candle’s lick of compassion towards women. Only for heinous comments to follow soon after those encounters from these treacherous snakes you so call friends. Mordecai, Rigby, Muscle Man, and High-five Ghost since you’re so unappreciative of the gifts my kin bestow upon you I shall reap this land from this earth! And take you along with it!”

As she finished her words Mother Nature cast her arms amongst the park grounds leaching the essence and beauty of the land within her grasp. A bitter breeze ripped through the sky that ripped away any vegetation the park acquired through the years. Benson looked around in horror as he witnessed his park being destroyed for the up tenth time within the past few days. His gumballs turn a fierce shade of red as he turned to his two workers who latched onto the house for stability.

“MORDECAI AND RIGBY FIX THIS MESS OR YOUR FIRED!!” Benson screamed across the house lot where he too dangled from the neighboring park light pole.

“Yeah Benson like we totally know how to fix this!” Rigby yelled from afar using sarcasm directed entirely at Benson.

“Yeah Man even if we knew how to fix this I don't know if she’ll listen to us!” Mordecai chimed in next to his best friend a look of confusion stapled upon his features. Benson could feel the strength in his grip depleting by the second and by the looks of his surroundings if they don't act accordingly they won't have anything to hold onto much longer. So, he mustered up whatever professionalism he had left to make an offer in an attempt to save his workers.

“Skips! Skips! I’m begging you please find a way to get us out of this, please Skips help us!” Benson pleaded to his immortal companion, hot tears threatening to overflow and stream down his face. Skips sighed in defeat knowing that it was inevitable that he himself would have to fix everything this time. The white haired man took a deep breath and bet everything on his next words.

“How about we cut a deal?!” Skips yelled aloud and luckily his booming howl reached the Goddesses fluffy ears. Mother Nature hummed with interest allowing the discord to cease momentarily to hear the rest of Skips offer.

“Very well Sir Skips I will adhere to your offer and induct a challenge of my choosing. Understood?”

Skips nodded then continued to hear out her offer.

“I will give yourself and your companions precisely one hour to hire two female workers to be a permanent part of your team. These two individuals will be of my choosing, however, it will be up to you seven to decipher who these chosen ones are within a group of many others. If you hire the correct girls I will spare you and the park but choose wrong and I will drain the essence of your life back into the earth's crust. Do we have a deal?” Her words were sweet but laced with venomous intent as her outstretched hand dangled in anticipation.

This challenge was going to be difficult. They knew this, they all know that the chance of them finding the correct pair is like finding a needle in a haystack. Nevertheless, they all knew what was at stake and with an unspoken unison they all shared a glance with one another in a silent agreement to accept her challenge.

They each stood and placed their hand atop the tip of Mother Nature's massive finger, giving a firm squeeze as a sign of agreement.

“Deal.”

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battyaboutbooksreviews · 6 months ago

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💖 Sapphic Books Coming Out June 2024

🩷 There's something especially sweet about a sapphic romance. Here are only a few of the amazing sapphic books hitting shelves in June 2024. Which ones are you adding to your ever-growing TBR?

💖 Which ones are you adding to your TBR?

Contemporary 💖 But How Are You, Really - Ella Dawson 💖 Hot Summer - Elle Everhart 💖 Pony Dakota - Nat Burns 💖 Wish You Weren't Here - Erin Baldwin 💖 Something to be Proud Of - Anna Zoe Quirke 💖 London on My Mind - Clara Alves, Nina Perrotta (translator) 💖 Please Stop Trying to Leave Me - Alana Saab 💖 Looking for a Sign - Susie Dumond 💖 Triple Sec - T.J. Alexander 💖 Pages from the Book of Broken Dreams - Kat Jackson 💖 Director's Cut - Carlyn Greenwald 💖 Furious - Jamie Pacton, Rebecca Podos 💖 Cicada Summer - Erica McKeen 💖 Tehrangeles - Porochista Khakpour 💖 Women - Chloe Caldwell 💖 Experienced - Kate Young 💖 Liddy-Jean Marketing Queen and the Matchmaking Scheme - Mari SanGiovanni

Paranormal/Horror 💖 The Pecan Children - Quinn Connor 💖 Private Rites - Julia Armfield 💖 The Deep Dark - Molly Knox Ostertag 💖 The Science of Ghosts - Lilah Sturges, El Garing (ill.), Alitha Martinez (contrib.) 💖 Wolfpitch - Balazs Lorinczi

Fantasy 💖 Mirrored Heavens - Rebecca Roanhorse 💖 The Fire Within Them - Matthew Ward 💖 Digging for Destiny - Jenna Jarvis 💖 Saints of Storm and Sorrow - Gabriella Buba 💖 Markless - C.G. Malburi 💖 Sleep Like Death - Kalynn Bayron 💖 The Afterlife of Mal Caldera - Nadi Reed Perez 💖 The Pale Queen - Ethan M. Aldridge 💖 The Unrelenting Earth - Kritika H. Rao 💖 Ballad for Jasmine Town - Molly Ringle 💖 Six of Sorrow - Amanda Linsmeier

Historical 💖 A Bluestocking's Guide to Decadence - Jess Everlee 💖 A Divine Fury - D.V. Bishop 💖 The Ballad of Jacquotte Delahaye - Briony Cameron 💖 Hall of Mirrors - John Copenhaver

Mystery/Thriller 💖 One Killer Problem - Justine Pucella Winans 💖 The Last Note of Warning - Katharine Schellman 💖 Shanghai Murder - Jessie Chandler 💖 And Then There Was One - Michele Castleman

Sci-Fi 💖 Lady Eve's Last Con - Rebecca Fraimow 💖 The Stars Too Fondly - Emily Hamilton 💖 Moonstorm - Yoon Ha Lee 💖 You're Safe Here - Leslie Stephens

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chip-and-the-bastards · 9 months ago

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hi random jrwi fan here :3 they have a couple of different campaigns but the only free one right now is Riptide! So I suggest you start with that one!

Riptide is their pirate campaign (they're characters being Jay Ferin, Gillion Tidestrider and Chip), and it has a lot of themes of freedom! It currently has 115 episodes, but it's on hiatus right now!

So riptide has 2 prequel episodes using different characters, but they're not really required (i didnt listen to them til like. Halfway through listening). They just give some good context for one of the characters backstories! You can watch them here

Then for the actual campaign, you can use this playlist!

If riptide doesn't interest you, I'll tell you about the other campaigns, just bear in mind that they're patreon exclusive right now (available at they're $5 tier)

Their main patreon campaign is Prime Defenders, which uses Mutants and Masterminds rather than DnD. Its a teenage superhero story with the characters William Wisp, Vyncent Sol and Dakota Cole. This one has prequel episodes as well (the prime force one-shots) but again they aren't really necessary. The first 5 episodes (as well as the one-shots) are available for free, but the rest is on patreon.

Then they have a couple of shorter campaigns.

The first one is Apotheosis, a story about the quest of Rumi, Thanatos and Peter Sqloint to slay the gods. It's only 15 episodes, and the first one is available for free.

The next campaign is Blood in the Bayou. It uses Call of Cthulu so is more horror, and this one doesn't have video so there's more audio horror as well! It's about three people (Rolan Deep, Kian Stone and Timothy Rand) returning to their childhood town to finish a dnd campaign, but instead Experiencing the Horrors. This one is only 4 episodes and the first episode and soundtrack are available for free.

Their most recent campaign is The Suckening! It uses Vampires: The Masquerade and is about, obviously, vampires. I haven't listened to this one, so can't tell you much beyond the characters (Emizel Tucker, Shilo Bathroy and Arthur Bennett). It is currently on episode 9 but it ongoing. The first 5 episodes are available for free and have a visual novel style video, though after the first 5 it's just audio.

And uhhhh that's pretty much it! If you have any other questions lmk I am more than happy to talk about jrwi :3

alright do i give in and watch just roll with it

#hehehe i love recommending jrwi to people #my favorite is apotheosis! and then prime defenders hehe #uhhh yea thats it!#:3

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tostardust · 3 years ago

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WANTED PLOTS & CONNECTIONS

just a few things i’d love to plot out for some of my main muses. i’ll be linking this in my pinned post and adding to it randomly. if you see anything that sparks interest, feel free to send a message over!

other mutants/experiments/clones for avi, dakota, denver, gen, & tashi (could potentially be linked to their experiments or not)

past/current criminal connections for alice, magda, emil, and liam

anyone giving jobs to liam, tashi, and magda

immortal/long-time friends for jude, gideon, niklas, and penny

someone who doesn’t know they need help from penny, but she’s there anyway

anyone who was present at penny’s arrival at woodstock

other paranormal investigators/someone for freddie to interview/investigate

guests for marty’s podcast...need a plug?

former prison connections for liam

science nerds for avi

aliens!! for nik - literally anyone from space he’d be happy

other non-canon or divergent characters for dean to build past s5

horror plots/characters for jackie, marty, dean, freddie, and peter

past connections for all original characters honestly

longer specific wanted plots below the cut for space - click if interested! ♥

dean - post hell (s4-5 era) relationship-ish. someone he eventually breaks down with, opens up about what he experienced. they see him at his most vulnerable state, during panic attacks, nightmares, breaking down drinking to numb it all. // confronting his alcoholism. (i understand this could be an intense thread, and not for everyone. i think it could be beneficial for a character growth since it was never really addressed in much capacity canon-wise and an interesting dive into his mind even more.) // the angel who pulled him from hell. as stated in his info, this can be any angel, not just castiel. i want to work on developing the specific bond they now share due to the sacrifice the angel made to bring dean back to earth and back to life. this does not (and really preferably isn’t...we can build if it goes that way) have to be romantic, it can be some intense platonic trash where they’re basically married but not - just someone who left this random ass scar behind on his shoulder that he now has an unexplained connection with.

liam - a relationship (romantic or platonic) where he can spoil them. buy dumb shit for no reason, take them dancing, send them on expensive trips, allow him to use his weird love language of aggressive gift giving on them. // during a job - for your muse, with your muse, against your muse, etc - shit goes wrong and they’re forced to work together to get out. maybe they hate each other, maybe they’re secretly in love with each other, maybe they’ve never met before and what the hell is happening, just stuff blowing up and pew pews everywhere but working together is the only option for survival at this point type shit. what happens once they’re out in one piece?

avi - a mistake of using too much of his darkness abilities leaves him weak and more susceptible to the darkness overtaking him. eventually it does, changing his entire personality and leaving him essentially as a villain with no care for anything but himself. he’s extremely overpowered and his abilities would need someone just as powerful to go up against him and take him down. this would be a total au plot where death is a possible outcome.

dakota - mind exploration with someone. a chance for her to deep dive inside someone’s mind and find out what she can do. she’d never intentionally harm anyone who willingly let her explore, but mistakes could happen (with writing consent to booboo your muse ofc). this could also help with anyone who needs to shut down their mind for a bit. coming to her in a sense of need and her being able to help by just letting them let go for a bit.

alice - her ‘in’ to the criminal world. the one who started it all. after her grandparents pass away and she’s left to raise her siblings at a young age things get rough very fast. money is hard to come by and teenagers eat a lot more than she remembered when she wasn’t the one feeding them. someone comes in, sweeps her off her feet, offers her everything, and gets her jobs that pay all the bills and then some. an intense whirlwind, wild, and probably not too good for her romance that introduces her to an entire new life.

emil - someone from his past who knows him by another name. i didn’t touch too deep on it in his bio, but he had a previous life with his parents and siblings before he went ghost and faked his death years ago. he still looks the same, but avoids anywhere he may be recognized. eventually it has to catch up to him, right? they could have been close or just been acquaintances, but the whole i thought you were dead scenario calls to me.

magda - drunken vegas night leads to what do you mean we’re fuckin married??? between her and a current work partner who got a little too into their roles for the job. do they even like each other? who knows.

any muses

- enemies to lovers slow burn bullshit. let’s build up a whole ass past for these dumbasses and why they hate each other, throw them together and see how the chemistry goes. if it works out, it works out - if not, we have mortal enemies so it still works out.

#( wishlist. )#( save. )#is this a good idea? sfjkshfdks #anyway i'll add to it and stuff over time #and remove things if i fill the plots and stuff #so i don't overdo and reuse #so lemme know if you're interested c:#even tho this is laid out weird shhhh #q.

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